Dominique (11 page)

     
“It is my wish for you to be mine.
 
Is it your wish also?”

     
“I ... This girl feels yours already, S-Sir.”

     
I smiled softly as she raised her blue eyes to mine.
 
“It is my wish to be known as your Master.
 
Is it your wish also?”

     
She began shivering more obviously as she struggled for words.
 
“It ... It is, S-Sir.”

     
“Turn and face the fire.
 
I will remove your training collar.”
 
I don’t know what was going through her mind at that moment.
 
She shuffled around and sat back on her heels, straightening her back and breathing deeply.
 
She flinched as I touched her, taking her golden shoulders in my hands and caressing across the top of them.
 
She held her hair atop her head and I unbuckled the leather collar and slipped it off, laying it aside.
 
“Before the fire is your
jewellery
box.
 
Fetch it, and return to me.”

Oh, my God!
 
Oh, my God!
 
Oh, my God!
 
Oh, my God!
 
I hadn’t even noticed it but there it was.
 
Shaking like a leaf, I crawled over to the fire and picked up the
jewellery
box and crawled back, my eyes filling with tears.

     
“Kneel for me.
 
Place it before you,” he instructed.

     
“Y-Yes, Sir,” I said, doing as he asked and looking up at him.

     
“A collar has four functions.
 
The first is to make you easier to tether.”
 
He winked and I shivered, a smile spreading across my face.
 
“The second is to visibly identify you as a submissive.
 
And the third is to impress your submissiveness on you ... to remind you of who you are.
 
These things you have experienced with your training collar.
 
I have decided your training period is now at an end.”

     
“Wow,” I whispered.

     
He smiled before continuing.
 
“The fourth and final function of the collar is that it identifies you as mine.
 
By wearing this collar, you are
mine
, Dominique.
 
And you are mine until such time as we
mutually
agree to part company.
 
Only in extreme circumstances would this requirement be waived, such as extreme
misbehaviour
or finding out I was married or something.
 
Which I’m not, by the way.”
 
He winked again.
 
“In accepting this collar, you accept me as your one and only dominant, the one you obey and respect, the one to whom you have given the gift of your submission.”

     
“Y-Yes, Sir,” I said, a little to eagerly.

     
“It is important you offer your collar to me, pet.
 
Open the box.”
 
I did and gasped, a tear falling down my cheek.
 
“Take it out.”

     
Reaching inside, I picked up the heavy, white leather collar in my fingers, eyes wide.
 
The shiny silver rings and studs sparkled in the firelight and my heart ballooned in my chest.
 
“Oh,” squeaked out of me unintentionally as I raised it to him, bowing my head.

     
“Thank you, pet,” he whispered, accepting my offering.
 
I rested the back of my hands on my thighs and kneeled up straight, looking down and trying not to cry.
 
“Repeat after me, using your own words.
 
He is Master, I am his
.”

     
“Y-You are Master,
th
-this girl is yours, Sir,” I breathed, my voice cracking with emotion.

     
“
He is owner, I am owned
.”

     
“You are this girl’s o-owner, she is ... owned by you.”

     
“
He commands, I obey
.”

     
“You command her, and this g-girl obeys.”

     
“
He is to be pleased, and I am to please
”

     
“Y-You are to be pleased, and this girl
will
please you.”

     
“
Because He is Master, and I am his
.”

     
“Because
you
are this girl’s Master, and
sh
-she is yours.”

     
“Good girl,” he said.
 
“Relax, Dominique.”

     
Raising my eyes to his, I was met by a beaming smile and I burst into tears.
 
“Oh!”

     
“
Shhh
, it’s all right,” he said, gently wiping an escaping tear from my cheek.
 
“If I knew I was going to upset you, I would have left it on your vanity,” he said, grinning and shaking the collar in the air.

     
“This ... This girl still would have cried, S-Sir.”

     
“Master.”

     
“Yes, Sir.
 
I mean, M-Master.
 
Oh!” I yelped, bursting into tears again.
 
Andrew chuckled and slipped my new collar around my neck, leaning close as he buckled it, kissing tears from my cheeks.
 
My whole body shuddered on a knife-edge of emotion.

     
“Climb into my lap, pet.”

     
“Your lap?”
 
I had never been asked to sit on his lap.
 
I wanted to badly, but had never asked, and he had never offered.

     
“When I command, you obey, Dominique.
 
And, as of this day, you may speak to me as you wish, unless commanded otherwise.”

     
“N-No more ‘this girl’, S-Sir?”

     
“Not unless you want to.”

     
“It’s going to take a little getting used to, Si-I mean, Master,” I said happily, rising and slipping between his legs, lowering myself and snuggling into him.
 
He wrapped his strong arms around me and I shuddered as I exhaled, tears soaking into his shirt as I stared into the fire and fingered my new collar.
 
God, does it get any better than this?

I was happy.
 
With Dominique in my arms before the fire, for the first time in weeks I had a fleeting thought of Rebecca.
 
She would be pleased.

     
Wherever she was, I knew she’d be smiling.

I could hardly believe twelve months had passed.
 
Twelve whole glorious months.
 
Don’t for a minute think it was easy.
 
It wasn’t.
 
Like any couple we had our moments.
 
But we
were
different.

     
We dealt with problems in a different way.
 
To some of my vanilla girlfriends,
acquiescing
to a male was out of the question.
 
They just couldn’t do it.
 
They thought it was demeaning and a betrayal of their sex.
 
To those I asked, ‘Then, is deferring to a female preferable?’ Invariably the answer was, ‘
No!’
quickly followed by, ‘
Deferring
is the problem, not the sex of those involved’.
 
For me, this is where the waters muddied, and where I held my tongue.

     
Quite frankly, I thought our relationship was a ‘natural fit’ more than anything.
 
Andrew was a ‘doer’, whereas I was what I called a ‘
doee
’.
 
I’ve always liked doing whatever everyone else wanted to do.
 
I always wanted to do
something
, but if you asked me what is was, I had no idea!
 
And Andrew had
lots
of ideas.

     
Also, Andrew
really
didn’t like arguments.
 
And nor did I to tell the truth.
 
I’d rather steam silently than fly off the handle.
 
With an argumentative past, it’s quite remarkable that I’d only been chastised about seven times and punished twice.
 
Yeah I know, I should have done better, but I thought I’d been pretty good.
 
For me, what it came down to was ‘a desire to please’.
 
I desired to please my partner by making every day wonderful.
 
I
desired
it.

     
I was a submissive woman and I was proud.
 
I’d come a long way, in my estimation, and felt more in touch with who I really was than ever before.
 
Sometimes it hurt, emotionally
and
physically, being me.
 
But the highs were sometimes beyond my ability to cope.
 
They left me gasping in pleasure and amazement.

     
And the surprises ...
God!
 
Every day brought something new.
 
I was completely addicted to ‘play time’.
 
That’s what we called it.
 
‘Play time’.
 
We made love too.
 
Sometimes gently.
 
Sometimes frantically.
 
But I’d get goose bumps as soon as I heard the words, ‘Come on pet, it’s
play time
.’

     
Subspace for me is like an oozing sweet caramel that spreads from alerted skin, filling pores with the sweetest tension and incredible pleasure.
 
Whether it was at the end of a crop, or
oh my God
a flogger, or even a light paddling, it did something amazing to me, not just physically, but mentally.
 
I
touched
excess.
 
I
was
molten.
 
I could
be
anything.
 
Andrew had pushed my limits and introduced me to so much.
 
I always hoped he knew how grateful I was.
 
He meant everything to me.

     
He was my Master.

     
At least, most of the time he was.
 
As soon as my personal life had some order, believe it or not, I started to get recognition at work.
 
Having a financial safety net didn’t hurt, but somewhere along the way I decided to simply ‘get on with it’, and was promoted a couple of months ago.

     
My job also gave me something to do, so I was glad I didn’t give it up, or I would have been tearing my hair out.
 
I was a pretty hyper person to begin with, and while I loved our home, sitting around all day with little to do and waiting for Andrew wasn’t my idea of domestic bliss.
 
As it was, his business trips took him across the country for five days every couple of months, and I climbed the walls until he returned.
 
At least the cleaner got the week off.
 
It wasn’t like I did
nothing
.

     
He’d only been gone twenty-four hours, and I was masturbating.
 
It’s something I’m allowed to do if he’s not home, unless directed otherwise.
 
It pleased Andrew to know I wasn’t neglecting my desires.
 
It pleased me too!
 
And I hadn’t been told I wasn’t allowed, so I was passing the time after a long day at work, hoping for a phone call from him, just to hear his voice.
 
I was lying on our bed,
fantasising
and playing with my vibrator, when the most frustrating thing happened.
 
There was a knock at the door!
 
A
very
demanding knock ...