Dominique (27 page)

     
I looked back to my Master.
 
I wanted to ask him if this was what he wanted, if I was being good.
 
I’d do it.
 
I’d do anything to please him.
 
I just wanted him to know.
 
Then he did the most precious thing.
 
He got to his feet, offered me his hand, and helped me to mine.
 
Walking backwards to his chair, he led me and I followed.
 
His arms went around me in a big bear hug.
 
I moved into him and felt the warm comfort of his beating heart in my ear as I laid my cheek on his chest, his arms enveloping me.
 
He picked me up effortlessly, sweeping me onto his lap as he sat down again.
 
I nuzzled his neck and pulled myself tighter to him and whispered in his ear.

     
“Thank you so much, Master.
 
I really needed this.”

     
“My pleasure, kitten.
 
Always
my
pleasure.”

     
I smiled and purred, softly scratching the back of his neck.
 
“Um, may I speak candidly for a moment?”

     
“Certainly, pet.
 
Go ahead.”

     
“I am having a million different thoughts at the moment.
 
Not all of them good either, Master.”

     
“We will have a long talk later pet, thrash things out if you like.
 
I haven’t forgotten you also wanted to make a confession.”

     
“Oh.
 
That’s right, yes.
 
Thank you, Sir.
 
I need to do that.”

     
“Ok, but for now pet, just play along.
 
As I informed you, there would be others.
 
It would both amuse me and please me to see where this is going.
 
But first things first.
 
Remove the balls, pet.”

     
“Now, Sir?”

     
“Do you really need me to answer that?”

     
“Um.
 
Sorry.
 
No, Sir.”
 
I hopped to my feet and removed my wrap, draping it over my shoulder.
 
I bent forward to watch what I was doing, pulling my saturated thong aside.
 
Tugging on the nylon string protruding from my slippery folds, we both watched as my pussy flowered open.
 
I held my breath and used my fingers to ease out each of the balls.

     
“That’s enough.”

     
“O-Okay, Sir,” I said, snapping my wet thong back in place.
 
Sighing, I couldn’t help but notice my aroused and pouting lips, thick and bulging against the material.
 
Breathlessly I dragged my wrap from my shoulder and tied it into place.

     
I thought I’d be cute and nonchalant, so I hung my balls off the end of my finger, putting my other hand on my hip and thrusting provocatively at Andrew.

     
“How pretty,”
Lydia
said, and I gasped!

     
All three of them were standing opposite me and the men were chuckling.
 
Hiding the balls in my hand and shaking with embarrassment, I stuttered, “I, um ... I didn’t-”

     
“Goodness me.
 
Have you no shame?”
Lydia
asked, smirking.

     
“Y-Yes, Miss
Lydia
.
 
I mean, no!
 
I mean, oh!”
God, this had to be planned.

     
“
Tsk
,
tsk
,” Andrew said.

     
“I thought she looked pretty cute,” Paul said.
 
I blushed harder.

     
“Well, I think she is completely shameless.
 
Not that that is such a bad thing.
 
In fact, it’s probably one of her few redeeming features, isn’t it?” She looked at me like she was expecting an answer and I didn’t know what to say!
 
This didn’t feel real!
 
Surely I was dreaming.
 
Today wasn’t supposed to turn out like this!

     
Andrew spoke and I bit my lip.
 
“She has a
few
redeeming features.”

     
“
Hehe
, that’s for sure,” added Paul.

     
“Oh, stop it you two,” said
Lydia
.
 
“You’re just encouraging her.
 
Here, watch this.”
 
She walked right up to me and grabbed my nipple in her fingers.
 
Twisting sharply, her other hand reached between my legs, stroking insistently.
 
My knees went weak in a second.
 
She looked really mean and neither of the men could hear when she whispered, “You’re just a little fucking slut, aren’t you?”

     
Her fingers crushed my nipple and I groaned, my fists tightening.
 
I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of reacting, but I couldn’t help it.
 
The men were just laughing and I could feel my hips moving in time with her caresses.
 
I didn’t want this!
 
“Stop, please stop,” I whispered.

     
“Are you going to cry now, little girl?”
Lydia
mocked, releasing my nipple.
 
She laughed right in my face and I couldn’t help it.
 
I had to say something!

     
“Why are you being such a bi-”

     
SLAP!

     
Falling instantly to my knees, I held my smarting cheek as tears welled up in my eyes.
 
The grass felt dry and lifeless under me.
 
Stupid!
 
Stupid!
 
Stupid!
 
Why couldn’t I just submit?
 
Lydia
’s eyes bored into me.
 
Could I backtrack quickly enough?
 
I had to try.
 
“I-I’m so sorry, Miss
Lydia
.
 
I cannot explain m-my incredible stupidity and insolent
beha
-”

     
“I bet I can explain it,” she said, just above a whisper.
 
It was
so
menacing.

     
“Miss, I-I mean, I didn’t-”

     
“This is what I was talking about,” she said, returning to Paul’s side.
 
“Too much thought,
and
she’s a cry-baby.”

     
Paul and Andrew looked at each other and both chuckled.
 
“What do you think?” Paul asked him.

     
“Pretty good.
 
I think that’s enough, don’t you?”

     
“Yeah, they both did well,” Paul replied.
 
“But Kate needs some work.”

     
Who the hell is Kate?
 
I wondered.

     
Andrew walked up to me and offered me his hand, drawing me to my feet.
 
“Dominique,” he said, smiling softly.
 
A tear of intense humiliation trickled down my cheek.
 
“How long have you been with me, pet?”

     
I cleared my throat and spoke softly.
 
“Almost thirteen months, Master.”

     
“Do you have any comprehension of what is going on?”

     
“I feel as though I am being judged, a-and I have failed.”
 
I stifled the spasm of a sob in my throat and another tear squeezed itself out of my eye.
 
I wanted to wipe it away but my arms wouldn’t move.

     
“You are going about failing the right way, Dominique.
 
But no you haven’t failed yet.
 
You have in fact reacted pretty much as I thought you would.
 
So in a sense you have pleased me.”
 
My arms worked and I wiped away the tears.
 
I felt better but I couldn’t bring myself to smile.
 
I just listened.
 
“You have demonstrated exactly what I had spoken to Paul about.
 
A certain reluctance, a questionable depth of submission to my decisions.
 
You submit delightfully when we are alone.
 
I don’t doubt that you feel you give me everything you can give.
 
I also know you have doubts about yourself and that you justify what you do and allow to be done to you.”
 
It was like listening to my own conscience.
 
“Your sense of self-importance is over-inflated, Dominique.
 
When challenged, you act like a princess, expecting to be rescued, twisting your experience of the lifestyle to suit yourself.
 
And I think you have been trying desperately to mask your jealousy of
Lydia
since she arrived.”

     
“Yes, Master,” I whispered.
 
He was right.
 
I tried to stop my eyes tearing up again.

     
“I think you are more attracted to Paul than you have been willing to tell me.”
 
I blushed at his words.
 
Oh my God!
 
How did he know?
 
“I think you have been withholding things, Dominique.”
 
I opened my mouth but he shook his head.
 
“I am looking forward to your confession.”

     
“Y-Yes, Master.”.

     
“How important is my collar to you, Dominique?”

     
“Master?”

     
“How important?”

     
“Um.
 
Very important?”

     
“Then why aren’t you wearing it?”

     
“It’s just in the drawer by the-”

     
“My collar should mean more to you than something kept in a drawer.
 
The significance of it seems lost on you.”

     
“I didn’t
realise
I could wear it whenever I wanted!”

     
‘Did I say you needed permission to wear it?”

     
“No, Master.”

     
“Do you wear it when I’m not here?”

     
“Y-Yes.
 
Um, all the time.”
 
I blushed.

     
“Express your submission, Dominique.
 
Don’t pick and choose.
 
Feel it
, and submit.”

     
“I’m sorry, Master!
 
All week I hoped you would ask me to wear it.
 
I thought you didn’t care!
 
You even said so!”

     
“What are you talking about?”

     
“Last night!”

     
Andrew’s eyes narrowed in thought, apparently trying to recall the events of the previous evening.
 
“Hmmm ... Ah.
 
No, that is an issue unrelated to the wearing of your collar.”