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subrob1967 -> Blackmailed into Submission A new Domme (9/16/2011 6:19:01 AM)
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"Did we just make a mistake, my Love?" Sophie asks Carrie after she hangs up with Daphne.
"I don't know... But this time it was YOUR idea!" Carrie says, wrapping her arms around her lover. "Hey, did you know about her crush back when we got together?"
*Sigh* "Yeah, but she was only sixteen, and Chris was twenty, so I thought it was just a high school infatuation... Besides, we were never that close for some reason."
"Boy were you wrong about that!" Carrie teases. "Can you believe they feel the sparks? I mean, Chris felt them with Lisa too... Did you feel anything like that with him?"
"No my Love, only with you," Sophie says, nuzzling Carrie's neck. "I just hope we're doing the right thing... If we're wrong he may break for good."
"Sweetheart, you saw him when I brought him home, he has one foot in the grave, and one on the accelerator. Hopefully our intervention saves him from himself."
Sunday evening Janet and I go to Alfred's Steakhouse, it's one of Frisco's oldest, and IMO still the best. I start with the Crab Cakes, then order off the Bull menu, I have the Cesar salad, the 12oz Ribeye, and Creamed Spinach. Janet has the Tenderloin en Brochette, with the Buttermilk Mashed Potatoes, and skips a starter. We both order beers, and Janet tells me her tale. "I'm the oldest of three, with one sister who's in Advertising, and a brother who's an Air Traffic Controller in the Air Force. We were raised in Knox Indiana, and from an early age I've always wanted something to do with farming, so after high school, I was accepted to Purdue and chose Agricultural Engineering as my degree."
"My goal was to work for one of the medium sized farms in the state, but ConAgra made me an offer I couldn't refuse. I started at the Orville Reddenbacher plant, and quickly learned how women engineers were treated in the real world. I quickly became disillusioned by ConAgra's business practices, and had my eyes opened to just how unscrupulous Monsanto, Cargill, and ConAgra are."
"That's a tough lesson to learn from the inside," I sympathize.
"Yes it was... When they closed the plant in Indiana, I was offered a transfer to the Omaha HQ, but I'd had my fill of Big Ag, so I resigned without any plans for the future. That's when my two year marriage fell apart, my ex blamed it on me, saying I was too lazy to keep my job, therefore too lazy to keep a husband."
"Reality is, I wasn't making eighty k a year, therefore he couldn't afford his toys anymore on his twenty eight k salary, so he dumped me."
"Sounds like a real winner, fuckin Douche!"
Janet's jaw drops open in shock.
"What?" I ask her.
"I never heard you talk like that before! It's nice seeing the non business Chris."
"Thanks... But he was a Douche, and don't you forget it! So how did you end up with Argonne?"
Well, I took a job at a local bank as a Teller, and after a year I realized I was letting my life slip away, so I went back to Purdue for my Master's, and the
Professor who wrote my letter of recommendation knows Stephanie, so he called her on my behalf, without me knowing. I was a year into my program when she offered me a job."
"Well I'm sorry about your experience with ConAgra, but I'm happy you're a part of my team Jan, you do excellent work."
"Thanks Chris," She says with a smile. "Mind if I ask you a personal question?"
"Be my guest."
"We heard you were a real asshole to work for from a couple of the guys in Idaho... Obviously, we know the truth, but can you tell me what happened out there?"
"Like you, I was was offered a job before I completed my education. In my first year of employment I published two papers and filed three patents. My designs worked so well, I was bumped up in pay, and offered a team leader position."
"Well, some of the older guys felt they should have got the job due to seniority, so they started slacking to make me miss deadlines, so I'd get demoted."
"Men, and their damn ego's!" Janet huffs angrily.
"Amen to that! But what they didn't know was I had a spine, and my Grandpa taught me how to deal with lazy ranch hands."
"Your Grandpa? How big was his ranch?" Janet asks, intrigued.
"About six thousand acres, mostly cattle."
"That's three fucking miles!" Jan whistles appreciatively, "so how did you deal with the slackers?"
"Yeah around three, as for the slackers, I started slowly, stopping by the bullpen more often, paying attention to breaks, making sure they stuck to the regulation fifteen minutes, riding them about smoke breaks... That kind of thing."
"Didn't that just piss them off more?"
"At first, but it showed them I was serious, and not easy to intimidate, but I had a pair of aces in the hole, one the Director of the facility is the guy who recruited me, so I made a point of being seen walking with him, and smiling a lot."
"Ah, the old 'I'm an ass kisser in good with the Boss trick,' very clever!" Jan say's in a surprisingly good Maxwell Smart imitation. I bellow out a laugh, while trying to give her a dirty look, which starts her laughing too. Damn, she's kinda cute when she's relaxed and smiling. "So what was your second ace... So I know how to stay on your good side?" She says with a wink.
"Performance reviews were five weeks away... Right after our deadline... I kinda made sure I was overheard telling one of the good ones how much I was looking forward to reviewing my team for the first time. And since I was the new guy, I could only use the current project to base their work on."
"Yanno Boss, that's mean! Very smart, but mean, threatening them like that... I bet once word got around shit started getting done quickly," Jan says in admiration.
"Why thank you Mzzzz Thompson... Don't you have a review coming up?" I joke as stand and kinda twist my hips so she can see my left ass cheek. She laughs and mimics my move.
"Mr Madsen, I believe you just sexually harassed me, and think you owe me an apology!" Her hand comes down to slap her butt loudly for emphasis.
By now we're getting looks from the other tables, and the Maitre D looks like he's about to come talk to us so we settle down, and enjoy our meal, and each others company. "So my first project came in under budget, and three days ahead of schedule... After that, I gave everyone a good review, and relaxed my micromanagement, things got a little better... I still had to ride a couple of guys from time to time, but it finally sank in I was here to stay."
We finish our meals, and I ask her if she was ready to go back. "Actually, I need to walk off that meal! That was very good, but rich!"
"Well the Condo's about four miles NW of here, but it would be safer for you to ride back with me then walk in our own neighborhood."
"Sounds good, gonna walk with me?"
"Sure... I'm on vacation, remember?" I joke, rubbing it in a bit. We drive back and park the Tahoe, and set out on foot towards Marina park to the North. We talk about our childhoods, and growing up, and I find myself relaxed, and enjoying her company. Jan is smart, funny, and most important, gives as well as she takes when it comes to one liners.
"So, is there anything you miss about Knox, was it?" I ask as we approach the waterfront park a mile from the condo.
"Not really... Except the Drive In... Every Labor Day weekend they have a dusk til dawn screening of all the top movies of the summer... We would load up the back of the truck with lawn chairs and coolers full of sandwiches and snacks and sit under the stars and watch movies all night long."
I pause to look at her, I've vaguely remember hearing about drive in theater's but never been to one. "Forgive my ignorance, but I've never been to a drive in, how do they work?"
"You're kidding, right?"
"No, I kinda have an idea what they are, and I've must have driven past them at some point, but I rarely go to go to the movies until high school, and we only had one theater near us." Jan explains the drive in experience to me, and being the film buff I am, I'm amazed I've never had the pleasure of the drive in experience.
"So on Labor day weekend, they show all the summer block busters, instead of just a double feature? That sounds totally fucking cool!" I exclaim, vowing to find a drive in while I'm off this week.
"Hey, maybe if we're not too busy at work we can drive down to Knox and catch the dusk til dawn in September." Jan says, "it's only a two hour drive, and I think you'd love it."
"Are we talking a date? Or just a road trip as friends?" I ask in an inquisitive tone, wondering what her intentions might be.
"No offense Chris, I like hanging out with you, but I don't date co workers, especially boss's... It would be strictly platonic."
"Hey, that's totally cool with me, I can hang out and be a friend without wanting to get in your pants... Ah, that didn't come out right..."
Janet laughs, "relax Chris, I know what you mean... Let's stop somewhere and grab a beer, ok?"
Monday...
"Good morning Boss," I say when Stephanie calls me just after eight o'clock. I'm just finishing up packing for my trip up to Oregon when she calls.
"Good morning, I needed to talk to you before you left Chris, I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all, traffic's a real bitch until nine or so anyway, what's up?" I can tell she's in a very good mood today, so I know there isn't any problems I need to address.
"First of all, use your Argonne credit card for gas on your trips, I've already cleared it with Accounting."
"Thanks Boss, I appreciate it." I respond enthusiastically, frankly I was a bit worried about using the Tahoe for personal business. "Anything else?"
"Yes... Arch Coal has placed an order for ten of your filters for their processing plants... With a guarantee to purchase sixty more over the next three years."
"Hey, that's fantastic!" I say excitedly, the emissions reducing filter was my first major achievement for Argonne.
"That's not all... Chris, the powers that be are starting to worry that one of the private firms are going to try and recruit you now... They've found a little used loophole to compensate you for the royalties you would have made for your patents, you might want to check your checking account balance... Chris, you'll tell me if someone approaches you, won't you? We really can't afford to lose you, or pay you what the private sector could." I sit down on my bed hard, I've heard rumors of the government paying royalties, everyone has, but it's always one of those "it happened to a friend of a friend," kind of stories.
"Chris, you still there?"
"Yeah Boss... Hey, are you sure about this? I didn't take the job to get rich... Hell I'm already rich, I do it because I love the work."
"Chris, there's no reason not to be compensated for your labors... Just promise me you'll call me if anyone approaches you, ok?"
"Have you heard of someone thinking about recruiting me?"
Noooo, but you wouldn"t be the first person lured away from us due to salary."
"You have my word Steph, and thanks... For standing by me these last few months, and sending me out here... I guess I needed this more than I thought."
"You're welcome, now go enjoy your vacation, we'll talk next Monday."
I quickly unpack my laptop and boot it up, it's a good thing I'm sitting when I log into my account... The last deposit made this morning was for three hundred and thirty seven thousand dollars! I quickly call Accounting and I'm told that this was the royalty payment on ten carbon filters purchased by Arch Coal. I quickly do the math and realize I'll make over two million dollars when Arch buys the other sixty. I transfer three hundred thousand into savings until I can figure out how to invest it, and repack my laptop for the trip. I grab my bags, lock up the condo, and hit the road for the six hour drive to Chiloquin. I manage to hang for forty eight hours before memories of how happy Lisa was here forces me to leave. My parents understand my pain, and agree to come down to Frisco this weekend to see the ultrasound pictures.
On a whim I decide to stop in Reno to try my hand in Texas Holdem, something I've always wanted to try, but never had the guts. I arrive in Reno just after three and stop at Peppermill Resort. I deposit ten thousand with the Casino, and they upgrade my room to a suite. There's a tournament starting at six, so I head up to my suite, drop off my luggage, and order lunch. My phone rings at four thirty, and it's Carrie. "Hey Bro, just checking in, I guess you've left the farm already?"
"Yeah, Mom and Dad are fine, but the lack of technology was driving me crazy!"
"Bro, the whole point of going there was to leave everything behind and relax! You on your way back to Frisco?"
"Not yet... I'm in Reno, gonna try my hand at poker... Hey Mom and Dad are coming down this weekend to see the ultrasound pictures... Has Sophie had it yet?"
"Yeeesss, but we're not telling anyone until this weekend, I'm glad you invited them down, thanks. You gonna be there Friday?"
"Depends on how I do in the tournament, if I do well, I'll drive back Saturday morning."
"Damn, if you would have told us, we could have joined you in Reno on Friday and drove back with you."
"It was a spur of the moment decision, I got a bit of a bonus from work, so I thought I'd give it a try since I was so close."
"Good for you! Well, good luck in the tournament, and try not to lose your shirt! Which Casino are you at?"
"Peppermill Resort."
"Ok Bro, talk to you later, love ya."
"Love you too, tell Sophie I said hi."
Friday...
Today is my twenty ninth birthday... Wednesday I came in a respectable thirteenth place in the nightly poker tournament. I didn't win any money, but I got some much needed experience. Thursday night, I made the final table, and finished eight, and I win back the stakes I paid for the two tournaments I've played in, so far I'm dead even going into this afternoon's tournament. Today's tournament starts at one, so I hit the floor at noon to grab some lunch. I settle for a burger and onion rings, and pay my two hundred dollar entry fee. At five o'clock I'm sitting pretty, we're down to two tables, and I'm in third on the chip count.
"Miss Doukis? Hello I'm Michael, I spoke to Carrie yesterday and she explained everything. I have the key to the suite right here, and if there's anything you need, please don't hesitate to call." Michael Clark, the Concierge says to Daphne as she enters the Peppermill Resort.
"Thank you Michael, I have one request... Can you call up and let me know when he's finished? I want to make sure I have everything ready for his surprise." Daphne says with a bright smile, she slides a fifty across the desk discreetly, and Michael winks conspiratorially, "you can watch the tournament from up in your room, but I'll be happy to call when he's finished." She takes the key, and her medium sized travel bag, and heads up to the suite to prepare her surprise. There's a knock on the suite door and Daphne opens it to find a Amazonian auburn haired woman standing there thirty minutes after she arrives.
"Hi, you must be Debra," Daphne says with a shy smile." Debra smiles in return and steps into the suite on four inch stiletto's.
"And you must be Sophie's sister... It's nice to meet you, how much do you know about domination, and bondage?" Debra asks with a smile and a handshake."
"Only what I've read this week, The Mistress Manuel, and Screw the Roses, can I get you anything, some dinner perhaps? It looks like we have some time," Daphne says, nodding towards the TV.
Debra set's her luggage down and glances at the tournament being shown on the in house video channel, we're down to two tables now, and I'm still holding third in chip count. "Yeah, I could use a bite to eat, thank you."
"So, you work with my sister?" Daphne asks as she grabs the room service menu from the desk, "Is she into domination too?"
"I do, Sophie, Carrie and I often crew together, They're a lot of fun to hang out with, but it's Carrie who's into domination, your sister really isn't into BDSM, she just let's Carrie play on occasion."
"Play as in sex with others?" Daphne asks in surprise.
"Not that I know of, Carrie is more of a whips, and clamps kinda Domme, she prefers control, and inflicting torment over sexual gratification."
"So she's a Sadist?"
Debra laughs at that, causing Daphne to blush, "no Darling, Sadists like to inflict pain, real pain. Carrie just likes control, and sensation play... She swings a flogger with the best of them, but when she's done, her partner may be hurting, but never marked permanently."
The girls order dinner, and sit on the sofa to talk, keeping a
one eye on my progress. "So," Debra asks, as they wait for their meal, "what exactly do you expect to happen tonight? Carrie wasn't exactly forthcoming with the details, all I know is she thinks her brother is a submissive at heart, and you want to start a relationship with him."
"To be honest, I don't know what to expect! I had no idea he was into kink, and that his Fiancee was dominating him. Carrie promised to tell me more this weekend, so I'm not sure exactly what his kinks are, but my goal is to help him get over Lisa and fall in love with me."
"Ooh the girl who was shot in December! That's right, I remember now... Carrie didn't like her style of domination, but from what I understand it was very effective on him."
"Can you tell me what you remember?" Daphne asks hopefully.
"Lisa used seduction and manipulation very well to control Chris, she preferred bondage, and controlling his orgasms, over strength, and force of will. From what I was told, she had him completely whipped."
"And that bothered Carrie, why?"
"For Carrie, it's not about sex, it's about will. Carrie doesn't need sexual gratification from BDSM, she and your sister are quite content in that department, and Chris mouthed off to her a couple of times while Lisa stood there and said nothing"
"So which way is better?"
Debra smiles at Daphne again, "there is no better, it's all about what works for you, that's the beauty of it. If the idea of bringing him to the edge of orgasm, and teasing him for hours turns you on, that's what you should do! If you prefer to suspend him from the ceiling until his shoulders burn from the strain while you spank him, go for it! There is no wrong way, only safe, and unsafe ways."
"So, this is all about what I want?"
"For the most part, that is if you are comfortable in the role of dominant... But a good dominant should always remember that a healthy relationship takes two for it to work... If you never give him what he enjoys, he'll come to resent you and the dynamic becomes toxic."
"How will I know what he likes? Not everyone is willing to tell others their deep dark fantasy's."
"Communication, and trust, if you two can't communicate, how can you trust each other? I personally like to play an interrogation scene, I use teasing, denial, and mild pain to get my victim to talk... Not to brag, but I can usually have a partner begging to talk within thirty minutes."
"I like the sound of that! But what if he's into some really freaky shit, and it completely disgusts me?"
"Let me ask YOU a question Honey?" Daphne nods, so Debra continues, "how open minded ARE you, what do YOU want from this relationship?"
Daphne sighs heavily, "I'm very open minded, but mostly I just want to be with him, I've wanted to be with him for eight years now. When I'm with him I feel, I don't know how to explain it, it's like the rest of the world doesn't exist. When he touches me, sparks literally fly... Most of all I really want to kiss him."
"I... See, well then I guess we should get busy." She opens her bag and starts pulling items out of her bag and setting them on the coffee table. "This is my traveling kit, I have the basics for a night of bondage." Debra holds up two expanding heavy duty shower rods, with two wide flat nylon straps attached.
"These are for securing your playmate to any door you like," She walks over to the closet door, Debra then expands the rods to either side of the door jamb, slipping the straps over and under the door before closing it. When she was done, she smiles and mimes how the straps could secure someone spread eagle against the door.
"Wow, those are cool!" Daphne says excitedly.
"Thanks, I designed them myself, Debra then holds up four padded leather cuffs. "These connect to the straps with these snap links." Next is the thick black collar, and a bundle of soft Shibari rope, followed by a blindfold, gag, leather Heart shaped Crop, Quirt, and a Deer hide flogger. "There I've showed you mine, let's see what you brought."
Daphne shoots her a nervous look and drags her luggage over to the coffee table, pulls out her new Kara Black Lace-Up Heel Boots, and Lace Up Leather Dress and she pauses when she hears a knock on the door. Debra answers, and signs the check, adding a generous twenty dollar tip to the bill after the server wheels the cart over to the table. They sit down to eat, and Debra asks, "so how do you want to handle tonight?" She uncovers her Salmon, and pours herself a glass of wine.
"I don't know," Daphne says nervously, "I've never done anything like this before... Any suggestions?"
Debra looks hard at Daphne now, "are you sure your up to this? You look very uncomfortable right now."
Daphne takes a deep breath, and squeezes her eyes shut to steady herself. "Yes, I'm ready, I'll admit I'm nervous, but that's because I plan on fulfilling a eight year old dream tonight. But the thought of dominating him kinda excites me, in an academic way."
Debra snickers at that, "planning on writing a paper about your experience?"
Daphne smiles her shy smile in return, they finish their dinner, and Debra wheels the cart out and places it in front of another room before returning so she doesn't ruin the surprise. They sit back down on the sofa, and Debra grimaces as she see's we're down to one table in the tournament.
"We need to make a decision, we're running out of time," Debra says, nodding toward the TV. Daphne winces and says, "ok, so how do I capture him, for one, he doesn't know I'm here, and two, the last time we were together. I told him he had a month to decide if he was over Lisa's death."
"What the hell have you gotten me into Carrie!" Debra mutters sotto voce with a shake of her head. "Alright Kiddo, you're sure this is the way you want to go? It could backfire on you and he'll end up hating you forever."
Daphne looks down at the hands folded in her lap, and in a quiet tone replies, "I can't wait any longer, I need to know tonight if we have any chance at a future together."
"Ok, we have three options here, one you can sneak attack and physically restrain him before he knows what's going on... Do you have any wrestling, or martial arts training?"
"No, I may be able to overpower him eventually, but there's a good chance one of us will get hurt."
"Option two, seduction, do you think you can act so damn sexy, he starts thinking with his little head enough for you to bind him?"
"If you asked me that last Saturday when I picked him up for dinner, the answer would have been yes, he couldn't take his eyes off of me. But during dessert I made a comment that reminded him of Lisa, and he just shut down."
"Damn! Well we have one more option, and it's very risky... Normally I wouldn't even suggest something like this, it has the potential of driving him away for good."
"What is it?" Daphne asks hopefully.
"Well, some guys get off on kidnap play, I could ambush him, and secure him for you, I enjoy wrestling, it's my main kink... But if he freaks out, he could make a lot of noise, and have us arrested."
"Oh I can guarantee he wouldn't do that! He loves my parents too much to have me arrested."
"What about me? I'm the one who would be restraining him."
"I don't think it matters, your doing it for me, at the request of his sister... Chris is a very smart guy, once I kiss him and explain everything, he'll understand... It may blow any chance of a relationship we might have had, but he wouldn't risk alienating Carrie or my parents."
"No offense Kiddo, but you've only really known him for a few weeks, and from what Carrie told me, he's really changed since Lisa's murder... If she was his Domme, and you attempt to dominate him, it's possible we could really hurt him psychologically."
"I've thought of that, which is why I asked Sophie for advice in the first place... This was her idea, and she and Carrie are sure this is the quickest way to help Chris get over Lisa."
"Sophie told you to dominate him?" Debra asks in surprise, knowing she's not into BDSM.
"Yeah, she and Carrie are sure he needs a strong female hand to guide him, otherwise he'll work himself to death."
"Can you be that hand?" Debra asks, staring into Daphne's face. For the first time all evening she see's the fire ignite behind Daphne's eyes.
"You're damn right I can! I'll do whatever I must to make him mine!"
"Alright Kiddo, then you better go prepare yourself, they're down to the final two... He's doing very good it seems." Debra says, glancing at the TV.
I am doing pretty good, I think as I call with pocket Queens, hopefully I can grab most of his chips this hand. The flop comes Js 9d 5s, and it leaves me with high pair, unless he has pocket Kings, or Aces. My opponent bets, and I call, and the 10s comes on the turn, leaving me with a four flush, and an open ended straight.
While Daphne goes into the bedroom to change, Debra makes a less than pleasant call to Carrie.
"Hey Deb, how's it going, did it work?
"What the fuck did you get me into here, I thought we were friends?"
"What's wrong? Did he freak out or something?"
"He's still playing poker... I'm talking about Daphne! She's fucking clueless here, and I seriously doubt she's Domme material."
"Calm down, I told you she was new, and eager to learn, what's the problem."
"The problem is, you weren't totally forthcoming with me on how bad Chris is emotionally! Daphne told me he totally broke down over dessert last weekend, and now I have a shy, newbie looking to dominate him into forgetting his dead Fiancee!"
"Deb... We discussed this! We made it perfectly clear to you that he needs a firm hand to help him through his grief! Now, if you honestly think Daphne isn't up to the task, tell me now, and we'll call it off before it's too late."
"That's the problem Care, she obviously loves him enough to take up domination, but I think the timing really sucks. I think she wants him so badly, she's blind to the fact this might turn him away for good."
"Have you told her your feelings?"
"Of course... She says she understands, but is convinced one kiss from her will seal the deal... How ridiculous is that?"
"Um Deb? That's all it took for Sophie and me, and Chris is my twin brother... We think she should take a chance."
"Alright, we'll do it your way, but if he fucking presses charges, your ass better get here pronto and bail my ass out!"
"Press ch... What? What the fuck are you talking about?"
"The only plan we could come up with, is for me to subdue and bind him, until she can have a chance to seduce him... If it doesn't work, my ass could be sitting in a holding cell."
"Listen closely," Carrie says in her Dominatrix tone, "as long as you don't hurt him badly, and stay away from his ass, you have my word he won't press charges, even if Daphne blows it. If I have to, I'll fly out and take care of it myself, ok?"
My opponent checks, and I go all in, he studies my face for five full minutes, and I must have given something away, because he calls, and flips over Jd and 9 d. I close my and curse under my breath. I reveal my Qs Qc, and it's all up to the river card now... If a K,Q,8,5, or any spade comes up I win, anything else, and I finish second... The turn is the 3d. I congratulate my opponent, and follow the Usher out to one of the floor managers who congratulates me on my tournament. "You play very well Mr Madsen, I've been watching you for the last couple of days."
"Can you believe he stayed with J9?" I ask with a shake of my head.
"He got lucky that's all, I would have played it the same way if I were in your shoes... You know, we're hosting a WSP event in July, you should give it a shot."
"I'll have to think about it," I tell him as he guides me to the cage to process my winnings. I add the five thousand to my original ten and think about what to do next. If I left within the next half hour I could be in Frisco by Midnight, but I'd be taking a chance of disturbing the team, plus I'm kinda worn out from seven hours of poker. I could just grab some dinner, maybe play some Black Jack, and get an early start in the morning.
"Daph, are you ready? The game's over!" Debra says through the closed bedroom door. Just then the room phone rings, and it's Michael calling to give Daphne the heads up.
Daphne steps out into the suite wearing thigh high boots, and a Lace Up Leather Dress, she boldly walks over to the coffee table and picks up the crop. Debra raises her brow, then nods in approval when she see's how calm and cool Daphne is acting.
"Nice dress, but you don't need to dress the part if you are his Dominant, Kiddo... Unless you like the fetish clothing."
"Maybe I should save it for special occasions, but I do like it, how did he do in the game?"
"He finished second, ok here's the plan... You wait in the other room, while I turn the lights off, and wait behind the door. Once he walks in I'll grab him from behind and blindfold him. Once I have him secured to the closet door, I take off and you do your thing... Just make sure you give Carrie my stuff when your done, ok?"
"I promise, hey Deb, I really appreciate all the help, if there's ever anything you need when your in Frisco, like dinner reservations, don't hesitate to call, my Papa knows everyone."
"I'll take you up on that... Now make yourself scarce Mistress." Deb steps over to the small corridor leading to the door and unscrews the light enough for it to stay unlit when Chris steps in and throws the switch. She kicks off her heels, grabs a towel from the bath room, turns the rest of the lights off, and settles in to wait.
I call Carrie and wish her a happy birthday as I walk to the elevator. She congratulates me on my tournament, and jokes about me buying dinner tomorrow night. I'm a bit puzzled when she says, "try to relax and have fun tonight, see you tomorrow." I figure a shower, and room service are exactly what I need right now.
I use my key card on the lock, and open the door to my dark suite, I reach to the left and throw the switch for the foyer light, and frown when it doesn't come on. 'So much for a four diamond resort,' I think as I stand there with the door open. I use the hall lights to locate the nearest lamp, and wonder if I can reach it before the door automatically closes.
"When the hell did you become afraid of the dark?" I ask myself out loud in a disgusted tone, and I let the door close just to prove a point to myself. I move out of the foyer and get four steps into the room when I pick up the scent of perfume in the air. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and instead of retreating, or moving forward to make myself a moving target, I panic, freeze up and fumble for my phone.
I open my mouth to call out "hello?" When something white flashes past my line of sight. The rough material wraps around my face, starting in my open mouth, then up over my head in a veil. It pulls tight enough to cut off the scream bubbling in my throat, but not enough to break my nose, or hurt me. I start to raise my arms in panic when I feel an arm wrap around my torso, pinning my right hand in my pocket with the phone. Whoever she is, she's very strong, and I just about piss myself when I think of Mandy. I let out an involuntary whimper of fear, as I'm propelled into the room to be pinned up against the wall. I feel her warm heavy breath on the back of my neck, and it's strangely arousing, she presses me into the wall with her body and I realize this woman is way too tall to be Mandy, she's at least my height.
"Relax Chris," says a sensual soothing feminine tone in my left ear. "I'm not here to hurt or rob you, just to grant you a happy birthday from Carrie, and Sophie."
"Try to relax and have fun..." Carrie's last words flash through my mind, and all the tension flows out of my body. I figure once she removes the towel, I'll be able to tell whoever this is that I'm not ready for this.
"Now I'm going to turn you around and secure you, stay calm and let me do my thing so neither of us gets hurt, ok?"
I nod slowly and feel the tension on the towel relax, and her trapped arm ease out from around my torso. We're both breathing heavily, and take a moment to calm ourselves. The woman whispers, "sorry about the gag, I was aiming for your chin, are you ok?" I nod again as I use my tongue to push the rough fibers out of my mouth, she releases the towel and spins me around, using her body to keep mine pinned to the door. I can feel her large breasts press against my pecs and conclude she's one, maybe two inches taller than me. "Leave the towel over your face," she whispers again, as her left wrist raises my right and slides it into a leather cuff, securing my wrist just above my head.
"Wait! I say softly, in a panicked tone, "I'm not ready for this, please!" My tone is whiny and pleading, and it sickens me.
"Shh Baby, it's ok, no one is here to hurt you, I'm not even undressing you, see?" I realize she's right, and despite my instinct to fight, I let her secure my left wrist, then my ankles, my mind reasoning that I'm safe as long as I dressed... I know in hindsight how ridiculous that was, but at the time it seemed perfectly reasonable. She stands and presses a hand into my chest, pressing me against the door? Yes, I can feel the knob next to my ribs. "I'm going to blindfold you now Honey, don't fight me."
NO! My mind shouts, I need to see you so I can reason with you! I choose the reasonable, diplomatic route instead. "Please, can we talk, face to face? I know you and Carrie mean well, but I can't do this right now, it hurts too much."
The woman ignores my plea, and presses a finger to my lips to quiet me. She uses one hand to hold the towel across my eyes, as her other hand slips the strap of a blindfold over my head in a practiced move, and slides it down with the towel. I get the briefest glimpse of green eyes and Auburn hair before I'm rendered sightless once again. The woman leans in and kisses me softly before whispering "thank you for not fighting me, happy birthday Honey."
I sense rather hear her move away from me, and hear two soft knocks on a door across the room and after a moment, the rustling of clothes. After another moment, the light from the hall briefly washes over me and the suite door closes with a audible click! 'Oh fuck, maybe it IS a trap!' My mind thinks, fearing Mandy's vice like grip around my balls any second now. I literally feel my balls retreat up into my body, just as I hear the door across the room open, then *Snap* The room floods with light, and footsteps approach me across the carpet, I swallow hard when they stop two feet away. Her perfume washes over me in a wave, overwhelming my senses, and a recognize the citrus, yet floral scent and think 'Carrie? Wait, no, Daphne! Carrie prefers Georgio Red.'
"Daph?" I start to question when her lips press against mine hungrily. Her lips melt onto mine, and the world comes to a screeching halt! Time and space stop dead in their tracks, and in the history of the world, I can't imagine a greater kiss than this. The energy flowing through my body now, is way beyond what I felt with Lisa. I taste her intoxicating lipstick, her ambrosiatic breath, and her very soul in that kiss, and feel myself completely surrendering to it. If I wasn't restrained, I'd fall to my knees and worship Daphne the way I imagine Mother Theresa must have worshiped her God. An eternity later the kiss comes to an end, and Daphne wraps her arms under mine, and takes me by my shoulders, pressing her body as tightly to mine as she can. He cheek is laying on my chest, and we stand there panting heavily for a good five minutes, unable to speak. She finally releases me, and I hear her soft sobs, and my shirt starts getting wet, but I don't know what to say! Her left hand gently removes the blindfold, and flings it away, as she looks into my eyes, with a pain filled gaze.
"Happy birthday, my Love," she says softly." I swallow audibly and try to bring moisture to my completely dry throat. Before I can speak, she continues, "I never wanted it to be this way, I am so sorry I forced this on you, and I'll understand if you hate me, but I had to do it... I love you so much!"
Her words stab into me like icy daggers... Mad at her? Hate her? How could I possibly hate her after that? Didn't she feel it too? She reaches up unsteadily on her spiked heels, and releases my wrists, taking a moment to caress each palm as if it were the last time she'd feel them.
I finally find the strength to speak, and grab her wrists so she cannot pull away. "Hate you? I could never hate you after all the pain I've caused you... I should have been on my knees, and kissing your ass while begging your forgiveness.... I've caused you so much anguish, and I'm so sorry!" Fresh tears well up in her eyes, only there's hope lighting them up, and not pain.
I realize I'm holding her wrists, and release them, I try to sink to my knees, but her proximity, and my ankle cuffs prevent me, so I end up in a bizarre curtsy position, head bowed, knees pointing outward.
"You're not mad at me?" She asks, stunned by my words."
"No, my love, I'm not mad, I'm grateful, I've been a fool these past few weeks, and I beg your forgiveness."
"My... Love?" She repeats in a whispers, "did you just say you loved me?" Her eyes bore into my soul, as she waits to hear those two little words again.
"I... Love... You... Daphne Doukis, with all my heart, and soul. I am yours for as long as it pleases you, and shall fulfill your every desire. Your pain has stolen my heart, but your lips have stolen my soul, do with me what you will, my Goddess."
Her eyes stare into mine, and her right hand presses to her breast, over her heart. She let's out a half choking sob, half hysterical giggle and says, "I guess you felt it too... Thank GOD! I thought I was having an aneurysm!"
She giggles hysterically, a moment longer, then her mouth attacks mine for another mind blowing kiss. This one just reverses gravity, because I feel like I'm floating through space. We're both feeling light headed and giddy when we finally break apart.
We stare into each others eyes for a moment, and I see all the pain that was there is completely gone, the relief I feel is so great, I don't even notice when she refastens my wrists in the cuffs, and steps back with an impish grin. I stand there with a slack jaw, too stunned to speak. Daphne looks at me with a smoldering look and says, "Goddess?" As if sampling a fine wine, she repeats the word a couple of times before saying, "no, that's too pretentious... Domina! Oh I like it!" She's looking up, as if reading her words as they appear in a cartoon bubble above her head, as I watch the internal debate in silence."
"Ah, Daph?" I say meekly, wondering if she did have a stroke.
"Yes my Love?" She says, focusing in on me again.
"Um, what are you thinking right now? You're kinda freaking me out here."
"My title Silly... Didn't you just pledge your fealty to me?" I look at her uncomprehendingly, after what we just experienced, she can joke around?
Daphne steps up to me and caresses my cheek, "my Darling, my plan for tonight was to dominate you, with the goal of helping you through your grief, and hopefully having you fall in love with me."
"You succeeded my Love, I have fallen in love with you, I fell for the first night you came for me... I'll admit, I'm still mourning Lisa, but trust me when I say, you've helped me tremendously already, you don't need to do this."
"Need to? Chris, I've been preparing for this all week... I WANT TO do this, can't you see that? I have to finish what I started here, it's who I am."
I take a long, hard look at her now, and notice the leather dress, and thigh high boots for the first time. With her long curly black hair hanging loose, and perfect make up, she looks like the picture perfect fantasy Dominatrix. She turns and picks up a heart shaped crop off the bar to her left, and turns to face me again. She makes eye contact with such intensity, I'm forced to look away. I bow my head in submission, and say softly, "Domina, I am unworthy."
She steps up to me and grabs my hair, raising my eyes to meet her's, and say's seductively, "let me be the judge of that." I have to fight my need and desire to serve her when I say, "Daphne, are you sure this is what you want? A lot of people wouldn't understand, and may change their opinion of you if they find out you're kinky."
"Chris, I'm as sure of this as I am about owning a diner one day, if this is what it takes to keep you happy, I'm willing to do it. Besides, the thought of having you willing to cater to my every need is a wonderful thing... Don't mistake my intentions here, I'm not just doing it for you, I'm doing it because I want to!"
"Ok... Domina, please allow me two more questions?" Daphne nods, so I continue. "Who was the girl who captured me tonight?"
"She's a friend of your sister's, please don't be mad at her, we asked her to help."
"I'm not mad Daphne, I'd like to thank her, and tell her she has lovely perfume."
Her relief is palpable, and she smiles, "and the second question?"
"Can that diner be in Chicago?"
Daphne's eyes brim with tears, and she nods vigorously. "Well I guess we need to ask the twins if their up to another cross country drive in August then."
She hugs me hard, and we share silent tears once again, while her's are of happiness, mine are of melancholy... After five months of grieving, I'm finally able to say goodbye to Lisa, and lay her to rest. She releases me, and takes my hand to lead me to the bedroom, I unzip her dress and help her out of it before she undresses me. I fall to my knees, and work the laces on her boots, as she watches me lustfully. Once I remove them, she stands before me, completely naked, and my mouth goes dry again at her Olive skinned beauty. She's five foot four, with shapely calves, large hips, round ass, and narrow waist. She's got quite the classic hourglass figure, and large, firm breasts, with dark tan nipples and aureole... My God is she gorgeous. She places her French Manicured nails under my chin, and guides me to my feet, before leading me to the bed. Without a word, she points to the bed, and I lie down on my back. Daphne wastes no time climbing on top of me and guiding my erect cock into her wet, waiting bald pussy. She squeezes her eyes shut and shudders as I slip deep into her waiting pussy.
She starts a slow rhythmic rocking, riding me at her pleasure, with no sense of desperation. I remain silent as I watch her lick her lips, and her hands caress her tits, and erect nipples. Not wanting to break the spell, I just continue to lay there and watch her do her thing. She's starting to pant, and moan softly now, and she increases her pace, moving faster. The moans come faster and louder now, and she gasps as her body shudders. I'd guess she's on her third orgasm when I feel the pressure build in me, I break the silence by saying, "Domina, may I please cum?" In a hoarse whisper.
She opens her eyes and looks at me in surprise for a moment before nodding and closing her eyes again." I buck my hips three times, and shoot my first load in five months with an animalistic growl. Daphne squirms a little, to make sure I'm finished, and collapses across my chest, breathless. I wrap my arms around her and hold her as her body settles down, and we're breathing normally. I gently roll her on her back, and slide down her body until my face is between her legs, and start to use my tongue to clean her up, her hand grabs my hair and pulls my head up to look at me questioningly.
"I'm cleaning my mess Domina," I say softly, she stares into my eyes for a moment, and smiles lustfully, before pushing my face back down to finish the job. She mews sexily as I use my fingers and tongue to clean out my cum, and her body shudders again, leaving my face awash with her juices. When she's completely clean, I stop and rest my head on her pelvis as she strokes my hair absently, letting happy little noises pass her lips.
"I could die a happy woman," she mumbles, and I look up in alarm.
"Oh, Baby, I'm so sorry, that was so wrong!" She says, caressing my cheeks, tears starting to form.
I lay my head on her breast and say, "it's ok Daph, I understand... I'm ok, really." She wraps her arms around my head and squeezes tight.
"I love you so much Chris, thank you for tonight."
"Tonight is just the beginning, my love, I want us to grow old together, like your parents... Have you ever met mine?" I ask her.
"No, I know my parents have on many occasions, but I've never had the chance."
"Would you like to tomorrow? They're coming down to meet Carrie and I for dinner."
"I'd love to, thanks."
"Speaking of dinner, may I order some room service Domina? I haven't eaten since breakfast."
Daphne smiles her lazy, content smile and says, "I can get used to this really fast... Are you going to ask permission for everything?"
"Generally I wouldn't Domina, only when I'm sure you're in dominant mode, otherwise we would act like every other couple. If you wish, we could talk about it over dinner."
"Yes, I'd like that... Bitch." Daphne giggles as she calls me her bitch for the first time.
I smile up at her encouragingly, before saying, "shall I order room service, so we can shower while we wait Domina?"
"Yes you shall... And Bitch? Be careful how you suggest things in the future... I will not tolerate topping from the bottom, understand?"
"Yes Domina... My apologies Domina, what would you like to eat?"
"Fetch me the menu, Bitch!" She's giggling as I hop out of bed and move with a quickness. "Nice ass, Bitch, it's very feminine."
"Thank you Domina," I call out in embarrassment. I return with the menu and hand it to her. I kneel bedside and wait for her to decide.
"Um, Bitch?"
"Yes Domina?"
"I need to get this straight, if I'm in "dominant" mode, you'll do everything I tell you without question?"
"Within reason, yes... I won't break the law, or pull a Gilooly for you, but pretty much anything else is up to your imagination... We can discuss my limits over dinner, ok?"
"What the fuck is a Gilooly? Never mind, you can explain it later... Ok my Love, I think I'd like the wine country salad, would you like the menu?"
"Yes please." She slides the menu across to me and lays back and kicks her feet with a giggle.
"I can't believe this is happening to me! This is like a fairy tale come true! Please tell me this is real Chris!"
"This is real, my Love." I say, squeezing her hand in reassurance.
"My friends are going to be sooo jealous! I can tell them, can't I?" Daphne asks excitedly.
"That's entirely up to you Domina... If you're not worried about what they might say, go for it."
"This is San Francisco Bitch... Well this isn't, but you know what I mean! There's no such thing as normal there... Besides I've gone from Geek to Dominatrix in one night, I HAVE to brag about it!"
I order pot stickers and chicken pan Thai for myself, and the salad for her, with a six pack of Fat Tire, and we take a quick shower together, guessing the food will be ready pretty fast. We wrap ourselves in the luxurious robes provided by the hotel, and step out of the bathroom, and into the bedroom. "Alright Bitch!" Daphne says as she swats my ass, "here's your first order... Go in my bag and find the red lace panties, and put them on." I do as I'm ordered and put on her red lace cheeky panties, as she giggles. I model them for her, and leave them on as I slip back into the robe to answer the door. I have the Porter set our tray down on the table and sign the bill with a twenty dollar tip. Daphne joins me, and tells me to remove the robe, I do as I'm told, and she surprises me by tying my arms and legs to the chair, and does a surprisingly good job of it."
"Ah Domina, if I may?" She nods with an amused expression.
"How am I supposed to eat if I'm tied up?" With a jaunty stride she walks over and picks up the crop, and returns to the table.
"This here's an interrogation Bitch, if your answer pleases me, I'll feed you a bite of food, if it displeases me..." She playfully swats at my nipple with the heart shaped crop.
"Domina, I'll be happy to tell you anything you wish, we have a three hour drive ahead of us tomorrow."
She slinks up to me, and caresses my face, and says, sweetly, "but that's no fun, I like to play games, don't you?" Her nails tease my nipples, drawing a soft hiss from me.
"Yes Domina, I do," I whisper with a shudder as she twists one playfully.
"Good! Now I'll start by giving you a bite of food, which would you like?"
"Pot sticker, with Wasabi please."
"Ooh, my Bitch likes it hot," she slices one of the dumplings in half, and spreads a bit of the hot Asian horseradish on it before placing it in my mouth with her fingers. As I chew, she licks her lips and makes sexy little moans as if she were the one eating... I find it pretty damn distracting.
"Ok my Pretty, tell me the most taboo thing you like to do?"
"I'm not sure I understand the question Domina," I say, lowering my eyes, Daphne makes a displeased noise, and slaps my thigh with the crop.
"It's a simple question Bitch, what do you like to do that you normally wouldn't do if you weren't into D/s."
"I like to suck, and be fucked by women with a strap on dildos, Domina."
Giddiness bubbles up in her, and I can see she likes that one, "now, that wasn't so hard..." She looks at my bulge and says, "the question, that is, but since I had to ask twice, no food for you. To tease me a bit, she slowly eats a bite of her salad, making her sexy noises, which causes my cock to twitch. By the time I answer everything, leaving out Molly or the blackmail, it's almost Midnight, my food is only half eaten and cold, and I'm dying for a beer. She unties me and allows me to reheat my dinner in the microwave while she uploads pictures of Juliette from my phone to my lap top. I listen to her laugh in delight as she looks through all the pictures I have of me doing kinky things for Lisa. Daphne surprises me with a bear hug pinning me to the chair, and says in a tone so sexy I just about cum in my pants...
"It seems I have my very own life sized Barbie Doll to play with... Seriously, Juliette is quite lovely, and I can't wait to meet her."
"Thank you Domina, for the record, cross dressing isn't one of my fetishes, or wasn't until I met Lisa," I say huskily.
She squat's down next to me and asks in a normal tone, "weren't you afraid your neighbors and friends might see you coming or going?"
"Yeah, I was starting to get paranoid about it."
"I understand... From now on we do things differently, if I want to play with Juliette, we either stay home, behind the "do not disturb sign", or we go out of town for the weekend, agreed?"
"Yes... Daphne... Thank you for understanding."
"Whatever it takes to make you happy, my Love."
"That's MY job, Domina!" I reply in a soft, but earnest tone. "By the way, how did you stumble on the term Domina? I thought you Greeks hated the Romans.
"I love watching Spartacus on Stars, I always thought it was sexy when Crixus called Lucretia Domina."
"Ah, is that a TV thing?"
We make love a second time before going to bed, she actually sighs as we close the door to the suite as we're leaving. "Before you... We go to Chicago, I would like to come back here for the whole weekend... Do you think we can?"
"Sure, I'll have every other weekend off providing we don't hit a snag... It's a damn nice room, and I'd like to explore more of the Resort myself."
We talk the whole three hour drive, her hand on my knee as if making sure I wouldn't disappear. We discuss my hard limits, and a bit of the unpleasant things Lisa did to me. She tells me about her geeky friends, and her bucket list, Sophie calls her while we're thirty minutes out, and Daphne orders me not to listen. I shake my head and laugh, how can I not? So I say so. She puts Sophie on hold, digs an iPod out of her purse, and thrusts it at me. I shrug and mention that it's against the law for me to drive like that. "Bitch, do as I say!" She snaps, and cranks up the volume as place the buds in my ears... God, I hate these things... To make matters even worse, the music is Aerosmith... Have I told you how much I hate Aerosmith? I see Daphne giggling and chatting away. I'm pleased she's so damn happy, she talks to her sister for an agonizing twenty minutes and ends the call just as one of my all time favorite Molly Hatchet songs starts playing. She shuts the iPod off just as Danny Joe starts singing about waking up with the blues... What a voice!
"We're taking the girls out to lunch, then meeting our parents at the diner for dinner at six... You'll be staying at my apartment, and we'll be hanging out with the girls Sunday, so you won't be going to your Condo until Monday." Daphne tells me as she puts her iPod back in her purse, and looks at me as if I'd dare question her.
"Yes Domina... Daph, I thought you and Sophie didn't get along very well, am I wrong?"
"Well... We kinda didn't, I always played second... Well third fiddle to Sophie and Celeste, Sophie has the beauty, and those mile long legs, and Celeste is blonde, and athletic, so I always felt overlooked and ignored, so I resented them for it. They were always so happy and popular, and I was jealous."
"I still find it hard to believe you don't have guys crawling all over you Daph, you are quite beautiful, have brains, and killer hair... Speaking from experience, women pay a lot of money for hair like yours."
"Oh I had my share of vapid, brainless Jocks trying to get in my pants, but the guys I was attracted to were too shy to make a move, and so was I."
"You weren't very shy last night."
"I've been dreaming about last night for a long time, remember? Not to mention I no longer wear braces, or glasses unless I want to.... You'll need to exit on 4th Street, my love, I live on St Francis Place."
I raise a brow and nod towards the navigation system, she shoots me a sheepish grin and punches her address in. Her studio is nice enough in the South Market neighborhood, but frankly, it's a bit messy. I fire off a text to Janet to find out how the sea trials went, and start straightening up Daphne's apartment, while I wait for a reply from Jan. Daphne watches me with a expression that's half bemusement and half embarrassment... She finally decides snark is called for, and says, "shouldn't you be wearing a Maid's dress, or naked or something?"
"I am not a sissy maid, and I have a bit of Bob Saget syndrome."
"Well if you keep messing with my stuff, you WILL become my sissy maid, καταλαβαίνω?"
"I'm sorry Domina?"
"kah-tah-la-VEN-oh... It means understand?"
With a stony face, I just have to say, "I'm sorry my love, but it's all Greek to me..." Daphne groans because she's heard that a million times, and rolls her eyes.
"Greek jokes earn you punishment σκύλα! Besides, while
my ancestors were having fun in the sun, you're ancestors were too stupid to move to a warmer climate, they stayed in the North and froze their balls off!"
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