Dominique (6 page)

     
“Thank you, S-Sir,” she replied, doing as I asked.

     
“Eyes down, Dominique.
 
Move your thighs a little apart.
 
Your treasures are for my eyes.
 
Do not be afraid to present them to me.”
 
I sat down at the table and swung my knees under it.

     
“Yes, Sir.
 
Thank you for telling this girl, Sir,” she said, her hands trembling.

     
Nodding, I returned to my meal.
 
I had spent a fair bit of time on the meal and I was sure she would appreciate what I had in mind.
 
But I liked making her wait.
 
So, for the next few minutes no words passed between us as I ate, but I did wonder what she was thinking.

I hope he likes how I look ... God, my pussy is so wet I think I might stain this comfy cushion ... Surely he would have known I would ...
Mmmmm
, dinner smells good ... I’m so hungry ... I wonder if he will feed me ... What are we going to do after this?
 
I hope I get to cum tonight ... Should I say something?
 
Just be quiet, he told me to relax ... Just breathe, girl ...

     
“Pinch your nipples for me, Dominique,” I said, after sipping my wine.

     
She raised her hands to her breasts and did so without hesitation.
 
“
Th
-Thank you, Sir,” she whispered, gripping them tightly.

     
“Are you hungry, Dominique?”

     
“
Mmmmm
.
 
Yes, Sir.”

     
“Release them,” I said, smiling down on her.

     
“Thank you, Sir.”
 
Even with her head down, I could see her grinning as she placed her hands on her thighs, palms down.

     
“You may look at me now,” I said, and she did.
 
“You mentioned before that you were afraid of making a mistake ...”

     
She nodded.
 
“Yes, Sir.”

     
“And I told you I was a patient teacher.”
 
I couldn’t help but smile.
 
“But I am impatient to begin.
 
So, while I feed you, I want you to listen.
 
Okay?”

     
“Yes, Sir.”

     
“Okay.
 
When you know no better, you are not in trouble.
 
When you do know better, you are.
 
If I have told you something once before, then ‘you know better’, so I suggest you always tune in when I am speaking to you.
 
When we talk, you may look wherever you wish unless I direct you to do otherwise.
 
Okay?”

     
“I’ve got it.
 
Thank you, Sir.”

     
“Good girl.
 
Whenever I choose to teach you something, grab a cushion and kneel before me, listening as you are right now.”
 
I glanced down her body and she blushed.
 
“However, I would like you to turn your hands over, palms up, and I will tell you why.”

     
“Yes, Sir,” she said, immediately turning them over.

     
“
Open hands turned toward the one to whom you submit
harks back to a time long past and these days is basically symbolic.
 
It
symbolises
the fact that your submission is voluntary and that you hide no weapons of self
defence
in your hands.”

     
Dominique nodded, looking down at herself and checking her appearance.
 
I adjusted myself in my Levi’s when she did.
 
Spearing another small piece of fish with my fork, I brought it down in front of her to regain her attention.
 
She noticed and leaned forward, capturing the morsel in her open mouth, then closing her lips and drawing it off the fork.
 
She sat back on her heels and chewed slowly while gazing intently up at me.

     
“Your posture is excellent.
 
Always remain attentive when on your knees.
 
Straight back, and be still.
 
Beyond these requirements, you may kneel in a way that reflects your mood.”
 
God, my cock was starting to get quite hard in my pants.
 
“In other words, you may arch your back or spread your legs more or less, depending on what is going through your mind, what thoughts, what feelings ...”
 
I smiled down on her as another wave of redness flushed her cheeks.
 
Her eyes danced as she adjusted her posture, opening her legs a little further and drawing back her shoulders.
 
“You are beautiful, Dominique.”

     
“
Th
-Thank you, Sir,” she whispered, opening her mouth to accept another forkful.

     
I spent the next ten minutes feeding her and watching her smile with the tastes.
 
I reminded myself of a conversation we had earlier.
 
I had been reassuring her that I knew what I was doing, and that I had experience in training an untrained submissive, though it was quite some time ago and I might have been a bit rusty.
 
Dominique was excited and frightened and inquisitive all at once, and asked if I could tell her in general terms how I might go about training her.
 
At the time, I told her to be patient, and that ‘training’ was simply a formal way of ‘getting to know one another’.
 
As the end of the meal approached I spoke to her.
 
“Dominique?”

     
She hurried to finish a mouthful.
 
“Yes Sir?”

     
“I want to talk to you about myself, and then I want you to tell me about yourself, okay?”

     
“Yes.
 
Okay, Sir.”
 
She looked intrigued as she watched my lips.

     
“In this life we speak about limits.
 
Everyone has limits.
 
Limits to what they would reasonably allow someone to have them do, or do to them.
 
I want you to know certain things about me, and about the limits I have.
 
Then I want you to think for a moment, and then tell me what sort of limits
you
might have.”
 
I dabbed the corners of her lips with a napkin as she listened.
 
“Firstly I want you to understand something.
 
I will never punish you without a very good reason, nor will I punish you while I am angry.
 
To me, pain is a tool.
 
I feel confident in my ability to control exactly how much pain I might give you and will never give you more than is necessary, nor more than you desire, depending on the circumstances.
 
I may build in intensity or I may surprise you with my suddenness, but there will always be a good reason for my actions.
 
I imagine I will always tell you why I am doing something.
 
However, if I don’t, then there will be a good reason for that too.
 
You may rest assured that I will not abuse the trust you have placed in me.
 
Also, it pleases me to see how much you can take and for you to test your own limits.
 
I will always listen for you to say the word ‘red’, for if you do, I will stop whatever I am doing immediately.
 
Do you understand?”

     
She nodded, her eyes shiny and wide.
 
“Y-Yes, Sir.”

     
“I may choose to tie you up so you can barely move, but you have my word I will never leave you that way longer than is necessary nor longer than you can take.
 
Nor will I ever leave you alone while bound.
 
The ‘red’ word applies here too.
 
And yes it pleases me for you to endure as long as you can.
 
I want you to know that I have enough experience in this life to remain in complete control, and I know exactly what I am doing.
 
Do you understand me so far?”

     
“Yes, Sir,” she said.

     
“I have no desire for near death experiences, Dominique, neither yours nor mine.
 
I will never asphyxiate you nor engage in breath play beyond holding your neck.
 
I will never make you bleed intentionally.”
 
She gasped.
 
“Relax.
 
Having a conversation like this is normal,” I said, winking.
 
“Also, I have hard limits on kids, animals and hard drugs.
 
I reserve the right to push any of your soft limits, and you reserve the right to stop me pushing them.”

     
“By using the ‘red’ word, Sir.”

     
“That’s right,” I said, smiling back.
 
“And there will be surprises,
lots
of surprises.
 
Now think for a moment Dominique.
 
Do you have any limits you would like to express?”
 
A thoughtful look crossed her face and I watched her distracting breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing.
 
With just one downward glance I could see how wet she was and longed to stroke between her legs and see her respond.
 
But I could wait.
 

     
“May this girl speak, Sir?” she asked appropriately.
 
I nodded and she took a deep breath.
 
“Sir, this girl feels so new and unsure of herself.
 
She thinks she has the same limits but she doesn’t really know, Sir.
 
But she
knows
she trusts you.
 
She
feels
it, Sir.
 
She wants to give everything to you.
 
Everything
, Sir.
 
She wants to be taught by you and guided by you, t-to be the best submissive you can imagine, Sir.
 
And she t-trusts you not to hurt her, Sir.”

     
“You are adorable, Dominique.”
 
I grinned at her.
 
“Are you still hungry?”

     
“Not for food, Sir,” she said nervously.

     
“First things first, Dominique.”

     
She blushed anew.
 
“Yes, Sir.
 
Sorry, Sir.”

     
“It’s all right, Dominique.
 
It is clear you are eager and horny,” I said, glancing at her erect nipples.
 
“And I like that.
 
Within reason, you should be available to me at all times, but never clawing for attention.
 
I can then promise you, you will get all the attention you can take.”
 
I winked at her and she bit her lip.
 
“Now, hand me the collar.”

I had forgotten about the soft leather collar.
 
Picking it up from the floor by my side, I draped it across my hands and lifted it to the height of my downcast eyes, offering its smooth suppleness to him.
 
He took it and I looked up at him expectantly, shaking and feeling like I was going to cry.

     
“Dominique,” he said simply, “With this training collar we commence our journey.”
 
He wrapped the collar around my neck and buckled it.
 
God
, I thought.
 
I’m really doing this!
 
It felt so lovely against my skin I hoped I never had to take it off.
 
My scalp prickled and even though I felt wonderful, I was so close to tears.

     
“Stand and let me look at you.
 
Fingers entwined behind your head.”
 
Taking a deep breath, I climbed to my feet and did as he asked, standing tall and feeling my body trembling all over again.
 
“Turn around, slowly,” he asked, and I did so.
 
“Lovely, Dominique,” he said as I turned to face him once again.