Dominique (33 page)

     
Slap!

     
“
Ohh
!”

     
“Listen to me!” I lifted my head quickly and looked at him imploringly.
 
“Who gave you permission to cum, Dominique?” His eyes were blazing.
 
“Speak!”

     
“I’m sorry Sir ... I-I ... didn’t mean to ... I mean I ...”

     
Slap!

     
“
Ughhh
.”

     
Slap!

     
“
Ooohhhh
, Sir!
 
Oohhhhhh
!”

     
“Naughty, naughty girl.”

     
“I’m sorry!
 
Oohhhhh
.”

     
Slap!

     
“
Ughhhhhhh
...”

     
Suddenly he was gone, headed for the toy box.
 
I clenched my teeth, my body trembling with adrenaline.
 
This was NOT over.
 
Closing my eyes tightly and steeling myself, shooting stars
criss
-crossed the inside of my eyelids.
 
As my chest heaved, perspiration and oil dripped down the tender insides of my arms and legs.

     
God
, I thought.
 
I hadn’t even considered trying not to cum.
 
There was no way I could have stopped it, but I hadn’t even thought to ask.
 
It was that damned egg’s fault.
 
I took a deep breath, calming myself.

     
It was so quiet, I wondered if Paul and Kate were still there.
 
I looked around toward the lounge area and couldn’t see either of them.
 
Hearing Kate’s muffled moan coming from almost directly behind me made me smile.
 
At least
she
wasn’t getting off Scot-free, even if I couldn’t see what was going on.
 
I bit my lip.
 
She was kind of mean to me, but kind of nice too.
 
And she seemed so much more comfortable with herself.

     
Would I ever be like that?

     
Then I heard Andrew’s footsteps.
 
He was coming back.

Dominique’s eyes met mine.
 
She had the power to stop me in my tracks.

     
I had introduced Dominique to many things, rolling back her limits, letting her explore her subspace.
 
She had been taken to places she only dreamed about.
 
Dominique knew she could stop whatever I was doing at any given moment.
 
She knew it.
 
She was regularly reminded of the fact.

     
But she had never used her safe word.
 
She
had
protested and complained.
 
She
had
cried out in pain.
 
But in over a year, she had never said
red
.

     
Did that make me a good Master, or a bad Master?
 
Should I have explored her limits right up to the edge, regularly bumping into them?
 
Or should one play safely within them, letting them evolve with experience?
 
Clearly it depends on the context,
ie
. whether one is punishing or playing.
 
But also what one wants from a relationship has a bearing on how another is treated.
 
And that goes for both sides.
 
Another angle is how
quickly
one reaches a
submissive’s
limit.
 
Pacing can be very important.

     
It’s true that simply knowing they have disappointed their Master is a
submissive’s
worst punishment.
 
I hadn’t
tried
to make her use her safe word.
 
Not once had I
tried
to find exactly where a limit lay.
 
I have always been mindful of her inexperience, of her innocence.
 
Perhaps it was a paternalistic protectiveness, born of the day I first saw her.
 
Or maybe it was something else.
 
I
have
pushed her though.
 
But never pushed her right to the edge.
 
I’ve never pushed
too
hard.
 
Why did this all occur to me now?
 
Because I had to do it for her
.
 
I had to take her there, to show her.

     
She needed to know that ultimately, she was in control of her own destiny.

     
It was time.
 
I looked up at the wall and scanned the various choices I had, and made up my mind.
 
It was time to push too hard.

When I heard my Master’s footsteps, I swung my head around to see him, and his piercing eyes caught mine.
 
I couldn’t tear my gaze from them.
 
The look on his face was of sheer determination, of such concentrated conviction, that I almost gasped as I drew breath.

     
Without looking down to his hands, I knew he was holding things.
 
I was afraid to look.
 
I was getting scared.
 
I moaned softly as I exhaled.
 
The skin down my arms prickled.
 
Submit!

     
“Paul, can you give me a hand here?” my Master asked.

     
“Sure,” came Paul’s reply and his footsteps approached me.

     
“Let’s get her off here.
 
Take off her nipple clamps first.”

     
Oh, the nipple clamps!
 
My nipples were so numb I hadn’t even thought about them.
 
Oh God
.
 
I braced myself as Paul’s hands came around my body, one on each side.
 
I gritted my teeth in anticipation.
 
He squeezed his hands gently around my breasts and he whispered in my ear, “Both at once, nice and quick.”

     
I hissed between my teeth as the pain flooded outward from my nipples and through my breasts.
 
It felt like every muscle in my body became taut and it seemed like an eternity before the pain ebbed and my need to breathe took over again.
 
Before I knew it I was being lifted from the training table.
 
I hadn’t even felt the straps come loose.
 
I found my feet and my Master turned me toward him.
 
His strong hands were around my shoulders.
 
Paul was somewhere behind me.

     
“I am going to prepare you for your punishment now, Dominique.
 
Do you understand?”

     
I nodded.

     
“Speak when you are asked a question.”

     
I found my voice.
 
“Y-Yes, Sir.”

     
“Kneel.”

     
I knelt and saw Kate.
 
My jaw dropped.

     
“Look up at me, pet.”
 
I looked up at Andrew.
 
“I’ve been thinking and have changed my mind about something.
 
I
realise
that I too have been making decisions without discussing them with you.
 
I’ve taken responsibility for everything Dominique, and I’ve let you meander.
 
I want you to take your submission back, Dominique.
 
I want you to take responsibility.
 
I am going to take you to your limit, pet, and I want you to decide your destiny.
 
Do you understand?”

     
“Y-Yes, Sir,” I nodded slowly, trembling.
 
“Y-You want me to say ‘red’.”

     
“That’s right.
 
I want you to use of your safe word when you can stand it no longer.
 
I want
you
to decide.”

     
“
Th
-Thank you, Sir.”
 
I don’t know what made me thank him.
 
I chewed my lip and concentrated.
 
He moved close and I was looking almost straight up at him.

     
“You should not be so quick to thank me, pet.
 
I am going to
make
you use it.
 
Do you understand?
 
Make
you.
 
I am going to punish you
until
you say ‘red’.
 
Am I making myself clear?”

     
“Y-Yes, Sir.”

     
“Bracelets, pet.”
 
Bowing my head, I offered my wrists to my Master.
 
“Good girl,” he whispered.
 
My heart pounded and my breathing quickened as he closed the ratchet around my left wrist.
 
I tried to keep up when he dragged me over to the whipping post.
 
I could see Kate clearly, and I could hardly believe it.
 
Then Andrew spoke again.
 
“Your punishment will be deemed complete when you say ‘red’.
 
Understood?”

     
“Y-Yes, Sir,” I said, my voice catching in my chest.
 
“
Th
-This girl understands, Sir.”

     
“Hug the post.”
 
On my knees and watching his eyes, I wrapped my arms around the dark, roughly hewn post, the smell of oil and varnish distracting me momentarily.
 
Andrew stepped to the opposite side of it, somehow fixing the handcuff chain to a bolt embedded at waist-height.
 
He took my right wrist to the cuff and in moments the second ratchet sounded.
 
“Dominique,” he said quietly, looking down on me and caressing my arm.
 
“
You
will decide when your punishment is complete.
 
Once again, do you understand?”

     
I swallowed and looked him right in the eye, setting my jaw.
 
“This girl will make you proud.”

It’s easy to miss the most important moments in our lives.
 
Sometimes they are subtle and fleeting.
 
They are the ‘memory’ moments.
 
It’s often not until much later that it occurs to us that something important happened at exactly that time.
 
And the reason for that was not solely because of what was before my eyes.
 
It was also because of what went through my mind.

     
I looked down on Dominique.
 
Her lithe frame and tanned skin reflected flickers of candlelight in the darkened room.
 
She had tossed her long black hair over one shoulder and had turned her face sideways up at me.
 
Some strands had stuck across her forehead.
 
Her head was against the post, her chin resting on her shoulder.
 
She was determined.
 
“This girl will make you proud.”

     
Kate moaned again and I chuckled.
 
Dominique’s eyes focused and her mouth opened in apparent disbelief as Kate shuddered in orgasm.
 
I shook my head knowingly.
 
Paul had just about outdone himself.
 
Kate was certainly a sight.
 
I left Dominique staring at her as I retrieved the spreader bar from the wall and returned.

     
Paul had tied Kate in a tight and interesting bind.
 
Paul is an expert with rope and there is no end to the combinations and ties he has in his repertoire.
 
I hadn’t seen this one before, and it certainly was special.
 
I could see why Kate had Dominique’s attention.