Dominique (7 page)

     
Oh, my God!
 
I almost said aloud.
 
Averting my eyes from his crotch, I croaked, “
Th
-Thank you, Sir.”
 
His cock looked huge!
 
I couldn’t wait to see him in jeans!

     
Suddenly he stood up and said, “Come with me.”

     
“Yes, Sir,” I answered.
 
I would have gone anywhere.

In my mind, I had planned to show her my ‘study’ the next day.
 
I think it was a combination of the desire I felt for her and seeing her noticing my hard cock, that convinced me.
 
I took her hand and led her to the back of the house.
 
Stopping in front of the locked door, I withdrew the key from my pocket and inserted it, turning the lock.

     
Click, CLACK!

     
Wrapping my hand around the doorknob, I turned to Dominique.
 
“In your fantasies, you may have imagined a room like this,” I said.
 
“Keep an open mind.
 
Look around.
 
Feel everything in this room as if you were blindfolded.
 
Let me know if you
recognise
anything.
 
Inside it is quite dark, so enter and stand still for a moment to allow your eyes to adjust.”

     
“Y-Yes, Sir,” she said, swallowing.

     
“All right then,” I said, pushing open the door.

     
“Wow!”

I never expected the room to be so
enormous!
 
At first glance, the door might have been mistaken for a hall closet.
 
But when he opened it and I peered inside, I couldn’t see the end of it.
 
“Wow!”

     
Stepping into the darkness, it took a few seconds for my eyes to focus.
 
When they did, my breath caught in my chest.
 
I smiled nervously and looked back at Andrew’s silhouette in the doorway.
 
“Go on,” he said encouragingly.

     
I did as he bade me and began looking around the huge room.
 
Just inside the door and on the left, was a lounge area that took up perhaps a quarter of the space.
 
I walked along the length of the black sofa, trailing my fingers, feeling the fine leather.
 
A black leather recliner held pride of place near the fireplace.
 
The night was warm enough without it, but I had flashes of images of myself, kneeling before the flames in winter.
 
Cushions were strewn everywhere.
 
Glass coffee table.
 
Suddenly Andrew was beside me, turning around the recliner and lowering himself into it.

     
“Slip off your shoes.”

     
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered.

     
After satisfying myself that I knew the lounge layout, I turned to the rest of the room.
 
It had an intimidating air.
 
I felt like I was floating as I walked across the spongy floor to the centre of the room.
 
I pressed my hand against a large wooden ceiling to floor pole.
 
It was a foot wide and had black steel rings hanging from it, placed randomly.
 
I looked to him hopefully.

     
“Whipping post.”

     
I shuddered and withdrew my hand, looking it up and down.
 
Wow!
 
A sweat-drenched image of myself writhing with my arms overhead, attached to the high ring, speared through my mind and I took a step back, catching my breath.
 
Shaking the image from my head, I walked toward what looked like a large desk with straps emerging from its surface, and placed my hand upon it, feeling its leather surface.

     
“Training table.”

     
I looked at it more closely.
 
One could be strapped down in any manner of positions.
 
I swallowed, feeling my pussy clench.
 
Amazing.
 
Tearing my eyes from it, I noticed a looming piece of furniture in one corner.
 
Approaching it, I thought it looked like a medieval set of stocks.
 
I placed my hand on them.
 
“Are these stocks?” I squeezed out.

     
“Yes, stocks.”

     
I gasped a little.

     
“Are you okay, Dominique?”

     
“Yes.
 
Um, thank you, Sir.”

     
And so it went on.
 
Every item, every implement.
 
From the large wood stained St Andrew’s cross bolted to the wall, to the six different whips, three paddles and two crops arranged conveniently on the wall.
 
He had a whole drawer full of vibrators and dildos.
 
And another small drawer full of batteries.
 
Giggling, I picked up some coiled lengths of rope and
marvelled
at their feel.

     
“Silk ropes.”

     
I looked at him and he was smiling at me.
 
He approached and I could feel my skin actually vibrating as he neared.
 
My pussy clenched again and I felt my moisture trickling down the inside of one thigh.
 
I really did want something,
anything
, to happen.
 
I was
so
excited.
 
He took my hand in his, leading me to what looked like a tangle of hanging leather straps.
 
I reached out and touched it.

     
“Swing,” he said, and I smiled, looking it over curiously.
 
“Would you like to try it?”

     
“This girl would like to do anything you desire, Sir,” I replied honestly.

     
He smiled back at me.
 
“Good girl.
 
Stay there.”

     
“Y-Yes, Sir.”

Retrieving a set of four leather cuffs from the toy box, I showed them to Dominique then went down on my haunches before her.
 
I looked up into her eyes and said, “Hands behind your head, elbows out.”
 
Nodding her head slowly, she did so, intently watching me.
 
I attached one cuff, then the other above each of her ankles.
 
Happy they were secure and not too tight, I caressed her calves and behind her knees with my hands.
 
I stood and looked into her eyes, taking her wrists one at a time and buckling the remaining cuffs around them.

     
I took each of her wrists and held them aloft, attaching her cuffs to the corresponding clip at the top of the swing.
 
As she watched what I was doing, she helped by getting up on her tiptoes.
 
Her skin was tight and her breathing was hard and becoming ragged.

     
I bent my knees slightly and put my arms around her hips, lifting her into the swing.
 
Attaching the various straps to her thighs and upper arms, I tightened the buckles before standing before her.
 
In for a penny, in for a pound
, I thought to myself as I returned to the toy box.
 
I picked up a pink ball gag, a three speed basic white vibrator, and a feather.
 
Taking my
favourite
crop from the wall, I clipped it to my leather pants and walked back over to her.
 
I placed the items in my hands at her feet.

     
I came up to her very closely, fingertips touching her hips.
 
I looked her up and down and felt my self-control waiver.
 
My arousal stirred mightily as I reached up and grazed my fingernails gently down her breasts.
 
She gasped aloud and I leaned into her, kissing her lips through her moan.
 
Our mouths opened and I tasted the sweetness of her.
 
She shivered, returning my kiss, softly yet insistently sucking my tongue.
 
Mmmmm
, I thought.
 
Leaning back a little, I watched her pout, then bite her bottom lip, eyes dancing.
 
She was loving this!

     
“More?” I asked, tweaking her nipples gently.

     
Her mouth opened in a stifled moan and she blushed, nodding her head.

     
“Trust me?” I asked, reaching down to the floor.

     
“Y-Yes, Sir,” she said, giggling nervously.

     
Her eyes went wide as I brought the ball gag up to her mouth, opening mine to demonstrate.
 
Fitting it into her mouth and buckling it behind her head, she suddenly looked a little frightened, no doubt wondering
why
I would want her gagged.
 
“Control, Dominique,” I whispered.
 
“You have nothing to fear.
 
We will not be approaching your limits today.
 
Give me control and relax.”
 
I smiled warmly at her and her eyes softened.

     
Until now she had been hanging reasonably comfortably in the swing.
 
Leaning down, I wrapped my hands around her ankles and lifted them off the floor as I stood.
 
She gasped as she hung in the air, completely unnerved and off balance.
 
Rocking gently back and forth, swinging by the padded cuffs around her wrists, I went about clipping her ankle cuffs to the rings of the swing.

     
“Make a wish,” I said, smiling and drawing her legs open.
 
Watching her face was fun as I attached her ankles to the down straps.
 
Leaving her hanging there, with her calves and her biceps around her ears was quite simply amazing to see.
 
It was the look on her face that most interested me.
 
She looked like she couldn’t believe she was in this position, and yet, she looked like she would have preferred to be nowhere else.

     
I stood back and admired the form of her body in the swing.
 
She wriggled and moaned adorably, her eyes smiling at me despite her discomfort.
 
Scanning down her body, over her hard nipples and tight stomach, I settled on her pussy.
 
What a pretty pussy,
I thought.
 
My gaze flicked up to her eyes before returning to her wet, open cunt.
 
With the intoxicating scent of her in my nostrils, I leaned down and picked up the feather.

Ohhh
,
Godddd
, raced through my mind as the feather caressed my inner thighs.
 
Gasping and barely able to keep from squealing, I clenched my muscles, trying not to react.
 
Up and down he went, chuckling as he directed the feather wherever he chose, touching me lightly all over and igniting my senses.
 
Amazingly it didn’t tickle in the least.
 
In fact, it was divine!
 
I found myself pushing at that damned feather as he gently swept it over my body, then drew it downward, brushing over my pussy.
 
Groaning, I closed my eyes and dropped my head back, supported by a leather strap.

     
In moments I felt a buzzing vibrator brush over the lips of my pussy.
 
Oh, my God.
 
I’m
gonna
cum!
 
I thought.
 
Suddenly he withdrew it, leaving me whimpering behind the gag.
 
Noooo
!
 
Then he did it again!
 
I felt faint, perspiration breaking out on my skin.
 
Over and over he touched me and withdrew.
 
Over and over I built and subsided until I forgot who I was and where I was.
 
Ecstasy without finality is delicious and terrible at the same time.
 
From the mist in front of my half-open eyes came his voice.