Dominique (30 page)
Walking slowly around her, I said, “With the acceptance of my collar, you chose to place the gift of your submission in my hands.”
I stopped in front of her and admired the form of her body as she kept her head bowed, arms straight up and steady.
“By your actions, you have placed your submission to me in jeopardy.”
I started walking around her again and I heard her exhale.
“I will NOT ...”
Pop!
Outside of her left thigh.
She flinched and gasped with the shock.
It wasn’t very hard.
“... tolerate your begrudging acceptance of my will.
I will NOT ...”
Pop!
Top of her left buttock.
“... accept anything less than your unerring desire to please me.
I will NOT ...”
Pop!
Top of right buttock.
“... accept your judgment on what you will or won’t confess to me.
I EXPECT ...”
Pop!
Right thigh.
“... you to let
ME
decide what is important to confess, and what is not.”
I stopped walking.
“I WANT ...”
Pop!
Right thigh again!
She gasped.
“... you to accept your place with me.”
Pop!
Right thigh
again
.
Her arms shook.
“Honestly ...”
Pop!
“Fully ...”
Pop!
“Openly ...”
Pop!
Her arms swayed, her hands making small circles above her head.
I walked in front of her and stopped, mustering my most menacing tone.
It wasn’t difficult.
“You know very well what is expected of you.
You may answer when I ask you a question.
Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Louder.”
“Yes, Sir!”
“You have been slipping, haven’t you Dominique?”
Her shoulders shuddered in another stifled sob.
She cleared her throat, steadying her arms overhead.
“Y-Yes Sir.”
“And you have been thinking inappropriate thoughts, correct?”
“Yes Sir.
My confession-”
“Shut up, Dominique.
Even when you are being punished you can’t do as you are told, can you?”
“N-No, Sir.”
Her voice came in a tremor.
Her arms were visibly shaking with the effort required to keep them overhead.
“You have been coveting the attentions of Paul, haven’t you Dominique?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Louder.”
“Yes, Sir!”
“You felt sick with jealousy, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you wished you could have slapped Kate back, didn’t you?”
“No!”
“No?”
“No, Sir.”
“Why not?”
“Because I wanted to thank her.”
“Put your arms down.”
She sighed with relief.
“Kneel tall.
Spread your legs.”
She did.
“Pick up your collar in both hands.”
She did.
“Hold it out from you with your elbows by your sides at ninety degree angles.”
She did so.
“Up a little.”
I tapped her hands with the crop.
“Don’t drop it Dominique.”
I walked away from her over to the side table.
“Kate, come here.”
Kate stood up and padded sensuously over to me and knelt at my feet.
She had removed her high heels.
“How may I be of service, Sir?” she asked softly, her voice carrying across the room.
“Take these clamps and put them on Dominique’s nipples.
Nice and tight.”
“Yes Sir,” she replied, smiling.
Kate crawled to Dominique and kneeled, leaning back on her heels.
She was lower and looked up into her downcast face.
She whispered something and I stopped her.
“Do not speak privately to her, Kate.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
“Look into her eyes.
Tell her what you think of her.”
“You are a stupid, stupid slut Dominique,” she whispered.
“I want to hear some fucking venom, Kate!
Now speak to her like she was stealing your Dom or you’ll be taking her place!”
As Kate seemed to remember why she was there, she pursed her lips and spat in Dominique’s face.
I almost said something, but Dominique didn’t even flinch.
“You stupid little cunt.
Do you really think you could satisfy not only Andrew, but Paul as well?”
She slapped Dominique’s right breast.
“Maybe in your wildest fucking dreams, you stupid bitch.”
Kate opened the jaws of the nipple clamp and pinched Dominique’s nipple to hardness.
“Yes, that’s right you dirty little slut, your hard nipples give you away, don’t they?
Oh, you poor thing.
Do you miss being Miss Golden Girl?
Do you miss being the girl holding all the aces?”
Dominique gasped as the jaws closed and her nipple was caught between.
“Yeah.
Go on cry-baby.
Cry for what you are leaving behind.”
Kate twisted the adjustment on the clamp and Dominique’s jaw dropped, but she remained silent.
“Good girl, Kate.
Now the other one.”
I was pleased.
Kate was working beautifully, even if the spitting was ad-libbed.
She leaned down and sucked the nugget of Dominique’s other nipple into her mouth, then sat up and twisted it harshly.
“Yeah that’s right,” she teased.
“Nice hard little nipples to bite and bruise.
Mmmm
.”
When she leaned down and bit at the available nipple, Dominique gasped.
“Apply the clamp, Kate.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, pinching Dominique’s nipple one more time before closing the jaws of the clamp around it.
“Ugh,” Dominique protested softly.
“
Shhh
,” said Kate, reaching up to caress her cheek.
I waved her away before she had the chance.
When Andrew called Kate over, I reminded myself of my promise.
‘This is what he wants.
This is what I deserve.’
I held on to the thought.
Kate leaned into me as she applied the first clamp.
“I am loving this you know.”
“Do not speak privately to her, Kate.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
“Look into her eyes.
Tell her what you think of her.”
“You are a stupid, stupid slut Dominique,” she whispered.
My pussy clenched.
I was starting to feel hot.
Clamps on my nipples were one of my weaknesses.
Even as a punishment, the lines readily blurred.
I held my collar tightly in front of me and stared at my white knuckles.
My nipples burned and I closed my eyes, remembering to breathe.
Without warning, Kate spat in my face, but I hardly even felt it.
I was busy reminding myself of my promises.
I would not complain.
I would not hesitate.
I can do it.
I want it.
I need it.
Andrew’s voice penetrated my subspace.
“Dominique ...”
Remembering I was to be silent, I looked up at him noticing Kate was gone.
“Dominique, I am going to teach you a lesson in humility now.
Do you understand?”
“Y-Yes, Sir,” I whispered.
He turned to our guests.
“Paul, if you would come here please?”
I dropped my gaze to the floor once more.
My God.
Paul.
What must he think of me?
I listened as his footsteps approached, but I didn’t dare look at him.
Andrew spoke.
“Paul, look down on my submissive, and tell me what you see.”
The silence roared and my nipples ached.
The warm timbre of Paul’s voice soothed my ears, but not his words.
“I see your submissive.
I also see an attractive, sexy woman.
And I see a good fuck.”
A good fuck?
His words cut me to the core.
“You feel nothing more for Dominique, Paul?”
“No, that would not be true.”
It wouldn’t?
“She is your submissive, Andrew.
I care for her because she is
yours
.”
“Thank you, Paul.”
“You are welcome Andrew.”
“Stay here.”
“Sure.”
“Look at me, Dominique.”
I looked up at my Master.
“You understand Paul feels nothing for you.”
“Y-Yes, Master.”
