Power Exchange…Becoming Part III

Is there something you would never be able to give up, perhaps a vice you have? I think for many habits like smoking are tough to break. The experts say you can break a habit in two weeks – yeah right. What if you’re giving up certain aspects of your behavior, ones you’ve had instilled in you perhaps your entire life. Would that be tough to do? I know for a lot of submissives, giving away what they perceive to be as needed aspects of control is almost an insurmountable task. They fight within themselves to allow their Dom’s to control some of the simplest things isThe right Dom gut wrenching and often they have no clue what that they’re pushing hard against the machine.

I have troubles, although my hold back isn’t coming consciously. I think our natural instinct kicks in at times and we fight what we don’t know and what we’re afraid of. Some of my problem is that separating vanilla or real life from the D/s one collides. I’ve asked John Patrick to work with me on a future blog about this very topic. I think hearing his point of view on this would be beneficial. I’ll just touch on it today and say that I realize I’m still a woman inside, one who values all levels of a relationship, and it’s tough to separate every once in awhile. That’s part of giving up control for me as well. It’s part of trusting John Patrick completely. Yes, we struggle like any other couple does.

We were talking yesterday about certain aspects of the kink portion of D/s. Yes my Sir has a penchant for rope. Bondage is a learned art in BDSM and something he’s VERY interested in – especially with rope. He has certain restraints in his goody bag of implements, but learning about the correct methods of tying a submissive takes education. We were teasing about a type of game we heard about on Fet Life (and you bet a story is coming out of this one) where people are required to go into a Home Depot and buy certain things they will be required to use in a play session.

He and I have always commented that going into a Lowes or Home Depot together would be a very frisky and different adventure than a vanilla couple. I’m thinking ropes, chains, clamps – you get the picture. Try and imagine when we had to ask for help and John Patrick tried out the length of chain on me. Yeah, can you see the poor store clerk’s face? I can. And YES, we would do this. Just like we had lunch one day (he told me afterwards) that a table near us was enjoying listening in on our conversation about spanking implements. Okay, we’re a bit on the wicked side.

Yes, I’m in a teasing mode today but the truth is we both take bondage very seriously. You have to completely trust someone to be in his or her full control this way. And I do. This is a serious round of power exchange and something that takes time and patience to fully embrace. This is just another step in our journey and one I am very much looking forward to, but… Again, not to be taken lightly. John Patrick is a planner and he takes every detail, making them very important. I have no fears or worries of any kind. I think the freedom this will give me will be amazing. It’s Easter so I’ll get back to the story. Still, a little kink on a holiday never hurt anyone – ya know?

Christopher wasn’t entirely certain what to expect when he walked into her home, her gleaming kitchen. All afternoon his anticipation of seeing her, being with her had kept him from his allotted duties. Even his assistant had commented his mind was Legs Boundelsewhere. For once he didn’t mind a bit being sidetracked. Just after four he’d left the office and headed for a bar. Somewhere along the way he was sidetracked, taking a detour to the local Home Depot. He hadn’t been in a Home Depot in over a year. There had been no need.

He chuckled as he held out the rope he’d purchased. Seeing the face of the store clerk, who made the mistake of asking Chris what he was purchasing this particular type of rope for, was priceless. The mixture of shock and horror was quite pleasing. Perhaps he was a sadist. “You truly look beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you, Sir. I prepared everything as required,” Genevieve said quietly, her eyes shifting down to the bondage material in his hands. “Have you been shopping?”

“Nothing but the best for my girl.” He realized the laugh was much needed and he could feel his tension easing. She always had a calming effect on him, a moment of pure peace in a sea of bullshit. Dropping his things, he moved toward her. “Did you forget your required greeting already, my dearest?”

She jerked her head up, her lower lip quivering. “No sir. Well, maybe yes sir. Ugh.” Very slowly she leaned over at the waist, lifting the hem of her teddy. A slight moan escaped her lips as she spread her legs and reached her arms back.

He walked closer, every move deliberate, as he surveyed the objects on the table. A smile curled in the corner of his mouth. For some reason he could tell a difference within her, as if she was ready to let go of the last snippet of control. His submissive g, a pet name he’d coined in the beginning, continued to have her ways of usurping her authority with him. There was no method of breaking this down, only time and complete trust would allow her the freedom of unleashing old wounds. This he very much respected. “Open those lovely ass cheeks of yours.” As soon as he issued the command he could hear the single grunt.

“Yes sir. I, um…”

“Yes?” He could already tell what she’d forgotten. As he moved behind her, he could hear her breathing change, becoming scattered. He pressed down on her back, his fingers drumming against her skin. “Genevieve.”

“Yes sir.” Spreading her ass cheeks she dropped her head.

Christopher rubbed under her gown, dragging the tips of his fingers up and down her spine. Within seconds he could tell she was more at ease. Brushing his hand down to her ass, he tapped on first one cheek, then the other. “Have you been a good girl today, my sweet?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Mmm…” He ran two fingers down the crack of her ass, swirling the tips around her asshole. “I see we’ve forgotten our plug.”

“God! Yes… No excuses I just…” Her voice trailing off, she grunted as she tossed her head up and down.

Easing his hand between her legs, he closed his eyes as he felt her sworn pussy. He loved her clean shaven. The scent of her, the feel of her soft tissue was a powerful aphrodisiac and his cock throbbed, pressing against his pants to the point he ached immediately. “You’re wet.”

“Yes sir.” She wiggled her ass.

“Such a bad girl.” Swirling the tips of his fingers around her clit, he inhaled the sultry fragrance of her cologne and was reminded she was all woman.

She arched her back, the move pushing her ass closer to him until his fingers slipped inside. “I’ve missed you, sir.”

“And I’ve missed you.” For a few seconds he enjoyed playing with her, filling her cunt with his fingers, savoring the way her muscles grabbed around the invasion. He was tingling with anticipation. Tonight was indeed going to be special. As she moaned and undulated, he tried to determine how he was going to bind her, tie her down for his pleasure. He’d been studying the art of rope tying, something he’d kept from her. Up until now, they’d used cuffs and a spreader bar. He had something else entirely in mind. “No plug. You’ve already disobeyed me.”

“Yes sir I’m sorry.

“Place your hands on the table.”

She did so without question, a single moan escaping from her lips.

He pushed her gown up to the center of her back and rubbed his hand around her ass cheeks in a circle. “I ask very little of you when I arrive. Very little.”

“Yes sir I know. I screwed up,” she whispered, her voice filling with angst.Bind Me

Crack! Pop!

“Shit!” Jumping, she jerked her head in his direction.
“No cussing or you’ll receive more,” Christopher commanded.

Slap! Crack!

“Ooohhh…” Her grip tightened on the edge of the table.

His heart was racing, his needs increasing. Tonight was exactly where he wanted to be and with the woman who stilled his heart. Pressing his hand on the small of her back, he issued several hard strikes until her butt cheeks were red, her whimpering continuous. When he was finished he gathered her into his arms, pulling her back against his chest. As he cupped her breasts, pinching her hardened nipples between his thumb and forefinger, he nuzzled into her neck. The softness of her skin, the tiny purrs erupting from her mouth made him hard and hungry. “Now my sweet you’re going to go and get your plug for me.”

“Yes sir.” She placed her hands over his as she rested her head against his shoulder.

There were no tears, she hadn’t cried during a spanking as of yet, but she’d told him she longed to cry, to completely let go. This was another aspect he was going to give her, a moment where she could completely relinquish her fears, her concerns and weep. He held her tightly, caressing her, twisting her nipples until she cried out in pain.

“Oooohhh sir.” Genevieve blinked rapidly as she stroked his arms, her entire body quivering.

“Now go and get me the plug, my sweet. Then we can begin.” Christopher let her go and realized he’d been holding his breath the moment she scampered out of the room, her long hair flowing down her back. He loved to watch her move, enjoyed every aspect of seeing her in motion. She was one gorgeous woman.

Eyeing the drink she’d prepared, he took a full sip then moved the glass to the counter near the window. Surveying the items she’d presented for him, he touched the paddle, moved his hand to the leather belt. His lovely submissive g was indeed getting a whipping, but not with the items presented. He was prepared to take her to another level. No, he knew they both needed to move to another level, one that would take them to a different place, one of increased strength in their relationship. As he stood staring at the table he realized he was utterly petrified.

Another gulp soothed his nerves, a third one gave him strength. He picked up the rope, rubbing his fingers down the woven strands. For some reason he hadn’t anticipated how anxious he was going to be. This was new for him. This was…

“Sir, I have the plug.” Genevieve held the slender silver plug, the one with the jeweled end, up into the light. Her eyes were flashing, a grin on her face.

“Come,” he beckoned. He adored her mischievous side, the way she could understand him and his dark needs. She loved playtime as much as he did, but she was well aware tonight was different. When she was standing in front of him he tilted his head, his eyes moving back and forth as he looked at the plug. He’d given her the piece barely a month into their relationship, something she was required to wear when they went out. “Hand me the plug and take off your gown.”

My HandsNodding, she offered him the toy and removed her teddy, the thin silk slipping through her fingers and onto the floor.

“”Open.” His command was soft, the tone husky.

She leaned over slightly and opened her cheeks, once again presenting herself for his direction.

A quick dip of his fingers into her wet pussy then he pushed then just inside her ass. “You’re tight.”

“I am,” she breathed, a nervous tick appearing on the side of her mouth.

Growling, he slipped the tip of the plug to her asshole and pushed, easing the toy all the way inside.

Dropping her head she panted as her legs began to shake. “Mmm…” The moan was bitten back.

When the plug was all the way inside he sighed and lowered his head, kissing her back. He licked her skin, nipping as she wiggled beneath him. “Good girl. Stand up and place your hands behind your head.

Again, she did so without hesitation. She knew he was inspecting her, merely a ritual of allowing her mind time to prepare. As she stood tall, her face showing a heightened level of respect, he sighed. There would no way they’d ever be able to enjoy a vanilla relationship. He walked around her, allowing his fingers to dance across her skin. The way she shivered from his every touch was something else he loved about her.

“Mmmm…” Genevieve breathed as she clenched her hands together.

After moving in front he took both hands and cupped both sides of her face. He could tell she remained apprehensive, the look pensive and full of wonder. He tilted her face as he lowered his head, allowing their lips to touch. Darting out his tongue, he traced her mouth before rushing his lips against hers. He held her tightly as the kiss became a passionate a roar, a telling of their almost desperate hunger.

She struggled to remain still, to keep her place, soft purrs pushing past the kiss.

When he broke the hold he sighed. “Do you trust me?”

The question seemed to surprise her. “Of course.”

“Implicitly?”

“Without question. Why?” Genevieve’s eyes darted back and forth.

“Because tonight begins a new chapter, one I hope will bring us closer, but you have to trust me without question.” When she hesitated he shook his head.

“With all my heart I trust you. I know you have only the best for me in mind.”

Christopher waited, judging her reaction, making certain of what he was seeing, and there was nothing but love in her eyes. “Then we begin.”

I hope you enjoyed. There’s something about connecting in such a way, the deep intimacy of a couple, that continues to floor John Patrick and I every day. I hope you feel our joy through my writing.

Kisses and spanks…

Cassandre

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Power Exchange…On Becoming…Part II

It’s a cloudy Saturday morning and yes, I’m up early to begin my day. Didn’t get quite done what I accomplished yesterday, perhaps because I was in a particularly frisky mood. Not so sure. I was so feisty John Patrick asked why. His question kinda surprised me because I’m usually in a wild child kind of mood most times around him – note I say him. Yes, he and I have certainly had a very angst moments – we are human after all – but pretty much the majority of the time I feel utter joy. I stopped to think about maybe why he was thinking I was over the top a bit. I’m going to venture a guess because I felt in a very good place with he and I – utter bliss – and I was doing what I loved to do without anything holding me back, which is writing. Then me being me, I had to ask him what difference he noticed. He Watersaid in my writing.

I have to tell you this man in is tune to me more than any other person has been. He went on to say that he’s beginning to learn what kind of mood I’m in through what I say and how I say them in speak as well as in my fiction writing. Interesting, isn’t it? He’s even caught me on something I didn’t know I was doing. When I’m happy it’s Sir. When I’m not it’s sir. Catch the difference? I know, tough taskmaster isn’t he? I say that in jest because I am a very demonstrative person. I realized too after what he said that my happiness and openness with him comes from the fact we are completely truthful with each other about anything – no matter how difficult the telling might be. We are also unafraid to talk about anything. He knows things about me no one else does. He’s captured a part of me that I generally hide away. And the same for him. I know parts of his life he’ll most likely never feel comfortable telling anyone again. At least I kinda hope so.

That’s what has to happen in a D/s relationship. You have to have that utter, complete and total trust for there to be a full power exchange. We all have issues in our real lives, the ones others see, and they will influence our D/s life. If you’re not living together 24/7, the RL can really drag you down at times and the other party simply can’t swoop in and make it all better. I get that. He gets that – at least consciously. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t raw emotions, miscommunication, tears and angst. There will be and that’s just fine. As long as you are honest, open and realize every day ain’t gonna be Candyland, then you’re always going to be on the same path within your journey. There’s that ‘j’ word again. We use it a lot.

I asked John Patrick what the difference to him in a total power exchange versus D/s and that’s a tough thing to differentiate. My view is that power exchange really happens when two people have been in control in their vanilla lives. When one finally gives up the reins, completely lets go and submits to their partner, the exchange is highly intense. This doesn’t happen over night and certainly can’t without this total trust I continue to mention. I truly didn’t get the whole ‘trust’ concept, no matter how many times I’d written about it, until recently and because of John Patrick. This heightened level of trust comes in time, from acts and open conversations, and with delving into each other’s deepest secrets. That’s heady stuff and it’s terrifying. Only when you’ve broken through every locked door, smashed those padlocks, can you honestly trust to the point you can move to yet another chapter within your personal journey. Every couple is different, but the sacredness of what you’re sharing is – wow. Erotic LoveI trust John Patrick completely – but in saying that I realize I am still terrified of certain aspects of myself, my thoughts and actions pushing him away, my worries and fears keeping me from relaxing. That’s normal. That’s okay. That’s simply about time. Just remember – open and honest. Now back to the story and I’m thinking most of you really don’t like our hero. Well, we all have dark secrets – remember that…

“Mmm… How delicious.” Genevieve Tallen pressed her phone to her lips as she envisioned the night ahead of her. What she realized was that tonight wasn’t about passion or about sex. Sex between them was electric, but they were moving beyond their most basic needs into something else entirely.

“Making love to your phone again I see. Need to get you a blow up doll.”

Instantly she stuck up her middle finger then laughed as she shot Carla a harsh look. “Funny girl. You’re really on the edge today.”

“Uh-huh and I can tell you’re wired as hell. What gives?” Carla asked as she walked into Genevieve’s office. “That sexy man of yours giving you fits again? Is that why you’ve been in such a rank mood lately?”

“Fits? Christopher doesn’t give me fits.” The moment she said the words she realized her lover, her Dom and her Sir honestly hadn’t been anything but wonderful with her, albeit his rather distinguished needs. He was a tough but gentle man with a dark side, one that drove him in business as well as pleasure. He was opinionated but calculating, honest to a fault but careful with his generosity. And he loved her without question. Her reasons for holding back, pushing hard against the machine, were very personal. “No. He’s my respite from the shit that seems to happen every day in my world.”

“That’s an interesting statement. I’m glad to hear. I say we go to lunch and celebrate wickedness. How’s that sound?”

“Not unless the trip has a stop at Victoria’s Secret along for the ride.” Genevieve inhaled and could almost taste Christopher’s lips, feel his hot breath skating across her skin. There was nothing more she loved than kissing him, touching every inch of his body. She craved the smell of him covering her clothes, the way he directed her. God just thinking about him gave her tingles.

“My, my,” Carla purred as she folded her arms. “That man has you all hot and bothered.”

“You have no idea.” Slipping her phone into her purse she licked her lips for mischievous exaggeration and yanked the leather clutch over her shoulder.

“Good girl. Glad to see you’re smiling for a change. I was getting ready to kick your ass for being such a bitch.” Winking, Carla fluffed her hair and strolled out of Genevieve’s office.

Genevieve laughed as she trailed behind. The night was going to be intense and for some reason she wanted to look her best, drive him to another plane of hunger. Perhaps her girlie side was coming out, one very few people in her life ever witnessed. She refused to allow anyone to partake in the softer side of the woman she now realized had been hiding behind several masks throughout her life. Somehow Christopher had managed to slip a very special key into every lock. Perhaps that’s why she’d been pulling back from him lately. Her fears weren’t as much about him as they were about herself in letting go totally and completely.

Maybe tonight would change everything.

“Would you look at this bustier? Oh my God. Christopher will love this.” Genevieve held up the sassy crimson attire and issued a single moan. Rubbing her hand down the bodice, she tingled all over as she realized she was just about as wet as could be. With every passing few minutes she was becoming more and more nervous and she had no idea why.

“Uh-huh, that’s pretty hot, but would you take a look at the sexy guy peering in at us, namely you, from just outside the store,” Carla mewed as she ribbed Genevieve. “Whew that man is a sexy hunk of raw sex. I could so do him. Shame he only has eyes for you.”

“Oh stop!”

“Go on look if you don’t believe me.”

Darting a glance over her shoulder, she could instantly tell the tall blond was watching her, studying her, hungering for her. “Jesus. He’s a bit obvious.” While she couldn’t tell every one of his features, she had no doubt what he was thinking by the intense stare. “He has to be looking at something else.”

“With that kind of stare? Baby, that’s a I wanna fuck you now kind of expression and you know it,” Carla chortled.

“Nah. He’s just waiting for something. Perhaps another sexy chick in here.”Needing Your Touch

“Show me one other sexy woman, Genny. Seriously. Come on and get with the program here.” Sweeping her arms out she turned in a full circle. “Tell me about these women in this store. See any who are that pretty at all?”

While she adored her friend’s verve, she wasn’t certain Carla understood the fact Genevieve continued to have worries about whether or not she was good enough for Christopher or whether he would tire of her in a few months, a couple of years, and find another. She and Christopher had always discussed including other women, but her natural instincts and fears seemed to take over, sending pangs of anxiety into her heart. After all, Christopher himself told her often men only think with their dicks. For a few seconds she studied the man, trying to figure out why he seemed so brazen. “That’s not the point and I still say he’s waiting for someone else.”

“Jesus girl. Get with the program. Do a little test for me.”

“Test?”

“You heard me. Walk around all the way to the other side where he’ll have to move to be able to see you,” Carla chided as she pushed Genevieve’s back.

“Hussy. That’s not fair.”

“Just do it and let me prove a point.”

“A point?” Genevieve asked as she allowed herself another look. The guy could definitely wear a pair of skintight jeans like no other man.

“Yep. Do it, chicken girl.”

Holding the bustier to her chest she sighed, gave Carla a nasty look, then walked to the other side of the store. She flipped thought a rack of bras, selecting a hot pink number before she causally turned to see if Mr. Hottie was anywhere close. He wasn’t. Her point made. A slight turn then she noticed him standing just outside the bank of doors, his eyes planted on no one else but her. “Fuck me.”

“Told ya. Men are predictable.” Carla’s laugh was sultry.

“Not my Christopher. He surprises me every day.” She smiled and could tell the guy noticed. This wasn’t good. A moment of guilt raced down her spine. No, she wasn’t flirting, merely observing. “I found what I was looking for. Time to go. Work to do back at the office.” Genevieve held the purchases tightly and purposely took long strides toward the cash register.

“Uh-huh. Chicken. You’re a big ole chicken. Why don’t you go and talk to him? Just say hi?”

“Because I don’t want to.”

“Why? He obviously wants you. You like smokin’ hot blonds, so what’s the issue? You flirt with everyone. You told me Christopher wants another woman. Why can’t you have another man? Come on. What’s fair is fair.” Carla flanked her side.

Genevieve stopped short, turning toward her friend, and for the first time she really understood the difference. “What you don’t understand is that I don’t want another man. I not only have no desire for one, I simply don’t need another man. Christopher is special and what we have I refuse to fuck up. Hear me?”

“But you’ve never been satisfied with men before. They’ve never given you what you need. Right? You’ve commiserated with me over several glasses of wine, margaritas and days spent scoping for hot men, chicka. Lies you can’t tell me.” Carla laughed as she wagged her finger.

Genevieve sighed. A myriad of thoughts and emotions were racing through every cell in her body. She hadn’t really been forced to face what she was feeling, what she was just waitingthinking. She swallowed hard and stole one last look at the man then smiled. “There is a difference in me now. I can’t totally explain why but what I can tell you is that I was playing all along. All these years of hungering for men, enjoying and indulging in various acts of passion and kink meant nothing. They were mere seconds of what I thought was joy. They were…” Her voice trailed off as she thought about the last note Christopher had sent her, the private but very sexy discussions held on various texting sites. They were never far from each other, never away but for so long. She always knew when something was wrong by the amount of time between texts. How funny she knew how moods instinctively.

“Holy shit. You’re in love with Christopher.”

“You already knew that.”

“But I mean love as in letting him inside.”

“Yeah. And that fucking terrifies the hell out of me. You have no idea.”

“Does he know?” Carla asked. “I mean that Miss Sex Goddess is off the market?”

She had to laugh. “I think he does but he worries like any man. I have too many suitors.”

“That I know. I have one piece of advice for you.”

“You? My friend who hasn’t had a serious boyfriend in say ten years has advice for a woman ready to submit to a man body and soul?” Teasing, Genevieve placed her things on the counter.

“You know I do. Be honest with him. Let yourself go. Tell him everything about why you’ve been holding back.”

Holding back…

“You think I should?” Fears. They both had them. They both pushed them away. They both had trouble voicing them, but she knew Christopher hated the men who made advances, loathed the fact they could contact her. What he may not understand is that she had indeed agreed to other women, but there were reservations. That level of trust was tough for anyone, no matter who they were or how they looked.

Carla nodded. “What do you have to lose?”

The question was one she’d asked herself for so long. “Just him breaking my heart.”

“No pain no gain. Right?”

Genevieve chuckled. If only this kind of relationship was that easy.

****

She stood in her new very slinky lingerie and glared at her reflection, smoothing down the fabric for about the hundredth time. Why she was so nervous tonight was something she hadn’t been able to grasp onto. Perhaps his few texts that continued throughout the day, ones that were very pointed in simple but profound commands were the teasing sign. Then his husky voicemail, one left when he knew she was going to be in a meeting, well… A laugh bubbled to the surface.

A quick turn and she had to admit she looked damn good. Well, maybe just good. “Shit.” Nerves and second-guessing she had no time for. Insecurities? Hell, this was getting to be an issue. Not tonight. She pointed her index finger at the woman wearing a sheepish look. “Not tonight. Get it?” There you go. You tell her. Tossing her head back she walked into the kitchen to survey the items he’d requested. Everything was just so. From his favorite paddle, the one he kept in her closet, to the candles, champagne on ice, the nipple clamps and her assortment of butt plugs, everything was ready. She glanced at the clock and smiled. Only five minutes to go. What sometimes surprised her inner being the most was the way her entire body, not just her mind, reacted when he was coming to see her. The need and desire only grew in time. She remained wet half the time, longing for more time, quiet time…any time. She simply loved the time spent together.

The drink made she grabbed her wine, taking a long gulp. When she noticed the headlights in her driveway a shiver rolled through her and for a few seconds she couldn’t breathe. Her pussy was quivering, her nipples hard and pressing against the tight confines of the bodice of her outfit. A bead of perspiration trickled down the back of her neck and she took another sip, savoring the joy simmering in her heart.

The knock was sharp but he didn’t wait for her to allow him entrance. Christopher simply came inside, prepared to take what he wanted, what he owned.

Genevieve stood breathless, her anticipation kicking her in the ass. The moment she saw his face, his gorgeous eyes, she exhaled. “I’ve missed you.”

Christopher stopped short and gazed down the length of her. “My God. You’re beautiful. A vision. And you have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

Well, isn’t this what every woman wants to hear? I’m lucky enough to hear this every day. You learn as you grow together that we’re all human. We have fears and concerns we aren’t good enough. I know I do. I know John Patrick does. We just have to work through them as they come, but I can tell you – sharing joy with him is the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced.

Kisses and spanks

Cassandre…

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Power Exchange…Becoming Part I

I was thinking about the next little flash series I wanted to do for a couple of days. I think of stories and ideas all day long but right now, my flash fiction works are being driven by a fire burning deep within me. And this raging and very sultry situation is entirely sparked by John Patrick. He’s not just a driving force, his quiet demeanor and gentle yet commanding nature are quite frankly powerful. Yep. There’s that word again. He and I use the word quite often. Very few others define the blissful events we share adequately. What continues to fascinate me is how1Power Exchange much both he and I learn along their incredible journey. No day is the same. No concept of how we feel or what we need stays constant. The aspect of growing in our D/s relationship is exciting. Yes, we’re new to the lifestyle. Yes, we both know the highs and lows will become less extreme – or so we think.

Whether you practice BDSM, D/s or DD, the concept involves around a power exchange between at least two people. One is dominant and one submissive. The understanding is pretty clear in the beginning. There will be one person who – for the lack of a better phrase – rules. He or she will be the one to take command and control, whether you’re living the lifestyle 24/7 or only when time allots. What you share together is set in a certain pattern of dynamics. When John Patrick and I started this journey, I was using the term ‘rules’ often. We talked about rules, him imposing them and me following what has turned out to be amazing guidance. (Who knew I could follow directions from a man?) All kidding aside, his words and thoughts of wisdom I listen to and what I find so amazing is that he truly gets me. Our discussions have been frank. He’s described exactly what’s going to happen if I do break his few but pointed rules. I know. I screw up. I learn – usually LOL.

During our conversations John Patrick was very honest saying he wasn’t the kind of Dom who has a list of rules planted in his head. In fact, he had maybe one or two – um and yes, I’ve broken them. That’s okay. I deserve the punishment he IS going to inflict (40 lashes worth whew). What I’ve fully embraced as of late is that he’s right – I’m not the kind of woman who could follow certain rules. You can’t wear this. You must do that. You have to text me every fifteen minutes. Right. My life is too on the edge to follow certain instructions – just a fact of living a vanilla life. What is particularly amazing is that he realized I need more structure. Yes, the term is much more fitting for both of us. In gathering our assorted requirements of expectations – what I think is the very beginning stage of imposing even a moment of rules – is that I have some for me, he has a list for himself, then there are expectations for us as a couple.

Both expectations as well as developing a basic structure to follow is all about a power exchange. Very basically put – I am giving him enough trust about me, my needs, my worries and fears, and my safety. I am allowing him to take control of certain aspects of my life. I’ve given him the reins and in my actions and words I’m showing him a heightened level of devotion. This will grow and ebb with time, but when I really stood back and truly embraced our myriad of conversations, the way he’s treated me, the emotions and needs changing inside the woman, I finally realized something very…well…powerful. John Patrick knows me inside and out. He wants nothing but the best for me. He will stop at nothing to provide what I need and crave, A little appe for youand guess what? Sometimes he does indeed know best. Will I follow him without question at this point in my life? No – this takes a lot of time.

But…with every passing day, with every new emotion or story shared, I am learning. I am trusting more. I am becoming. I am his submissive.

I hope this story will convey the way I feel about him and about what we’re sharing, while bringing into light we’re all very human.

Christopher Patterson sat drumming his fingers on the table, unable to concentrate on the business meeting. He was lost in a moment of soul-searching, something he’d been doing a hell of a lot of lately. As he gazed out the window his thoughts reverted to her, always to her. She’d become his obsession, a woman he didn’t simply want to taste. No, he wanted to posses her very soul – own her. The thought alone left him in an emotional wave of near frenzy, a heightened state of a raw emotions he simply wasn’t used to. He was a planner, a man with full control over every action, every word emitted from his mouth. His organizational skills were unquestionable. His ability to size up a situation correctly was well known. He took no bullshit from anyone, either in business or pleasure. Both men and women regaled his power, succumbing to his prowess.

Brushing the tip of his index finger back and forth across his mouth, he had to accept the fact he was ruthless in and out of the bedroom. Few could tolerate his brand of kink, what some said behavior bordering on sadism. He had other thoughts but no one to share them with. That is until Genevieve Tallen had come into his life. He chuckled at the memory of their meeting, one that had left not only a wretched taste in his mouth, but also an aching cock. From that very day he’d made a promise to himself. She’s thwarted his advances, pushed him so hard he felt like some damn teenager. The moment they’d embraced magic had happened. Now, something seemed amiss, something he refused to tolerate.

“Chris. Are you with us?”

The voice was agitated.
Snapping his head to the right, he glared at the room full of stuffed suits, something he’d begun to loathe over the past two years. He was damn good at his job, his chosen career, but he longed for something less conventional. Who the hell was he kidding? His father had ceremoniously pushed him into this position, countering Christopher’s need to weasel away from his responsibilities. These, his father’s very words, Christopher had allowed himself to take over the dying business, assuring his father he’d take the reins with a heavy dose of contemplation. He certainly had. Bulldozing the competitors in rather dubious methods he’d gotten very good at. His reputation was something magazine articles were made of and as his wealth had increased, so had his time alone. No one wanted to play in his ball field any longer. Not that he gave a shit.

A cold chill swept the room.

“Why John, I think you know where I stand.” Rising to his feet he allowed the soft but pointed words to sink in. There wasn’t a single person in the room who wasn’t sweating, the smell of fear and testosterone ripe in the dense space. “We’re done with this. All we need is for Mr. Marshall to sign on the dotted line.” Very slowly he cocked his head in the pompous jerk’s direction. “And I’m certain Mr. Marshall is ready to get on with retirement, trifling in the sand and surf. Aren’t you Bob?”

The sound of silence was tense, everyone holding his breath. No one came up against Christopher. No one.

A full minute ticked by.

Bob fidgeted with the papers in front of him, his eyes locked on the gold pen, one presented during the second he and his attorney had walked into the room. There was no denying the terror in his eyes, nor the knowledge Bob would have a cushy retirement package. Yet the crumbling of what had once been an empire remained the single issue left on the table.

Christopher had no need to say anything else. He refused to give a single additional perk. The deal was done in his mind and if Bob Marshall was stupid enough to risk Confidencegoing against him, then the man would go down in a firestorm, one already prepared.

John cleared his throat. “Bob?”

Bob shifted in his seat, stole a glance at his attorney and huffed. “Yeah. Fine. I’ll sign the deal.”

“Excellent.” Christopher walked to the expansive bar, one he’d insisted on having in the battle room, as he preferred calling the expansive conference room. Every move deliberate, he opened the crystal decanter, pouring a half glass of his prized Jameson’s, the beverage he consumed after each conquest. He wasn’t going to offer refreshment for anyone else in the room. This was his moment basking in glory. In the early days he’d been giddy, thrilled at his accomplishment. Now he simply felt loneliness, an emotion akin to weakness. Sniffing, he held up the glass, studying the amber colored liquid. The moment was defining. Patterson Consulting had ceremoniously taken down every company waging war against his firm. There was no one left to volley against.

Shame. He was hungrier than ever. You know what you need, what you’re desperately craving. You realize what you want and the single thing you can’t have. The ugly little voice was driving him to the brink of madness. He shifted so that no one was able to see his face, what he knew were haunted eyes. As he gazed out the window, studying the massive array of commercial buildings, he could swear he could see her reflection in the glint of the sun.

The early morning call he’d made to her had been frustrating to say the least. Voice mail. He’d gotten her voice mail more often than not and he was beginning to get the picture. She no longer gave a shit about the kinky romance they’d shared over the last four months. Could this be true? Shit, now he was second guessing her, them. He sighed. As he took a swig of his drink, he realized he’d never spent any longer than six weeks tops with any female. None. He was too busy, too uncaring, too much in need to obtaining the next big goal in life – a life filled with nothing and no one. A shiver trickled down his back.

“Mr. Patterson.”

Bob’s voice was right behind him. Christopher turned and seeing Bob’s serene face, his outstretched hand, was almost surprising. He was used to his competition going down kicking and screaming. “Mr. Marshall. I think you’ve made a very wise decision.” He grasped Bob’s hand. The grip was firm, Bob’s handshake solid.

Bob nodded as a smile crept across his mouth. His eyes never left Christopher’s as he leaned forward. “I don’t think I ever told you that I knew your father very well.”

“No, you didn’t,” Christopher snorted. Not that it mattered.

“Frank was a good man, a little rough around the edges, but he knew his clientele, cared for the people who worked with him. Did he ever tell you he never considered anyone in his employee or the people he came into contact with inferior? Never.”

Christopher glanced at the other men in the room, all craning to catch Bob’s soft voice, the words being said with conviction. “I didn’t work with my father for long.”

“Yes, I can tell. You’re nothing like Frank.” Bob’s smile grew wider. “He was selfless. I admired that in him very much.” The grip tightened.

Was Bob trying to make him sweat? The jerk had another thing coming. “My father was a weak man. He had no clue how to run a business. If left up to him, Patterson Consulting would have closed its doors twenty-five years ago.”

“Yes, perhaps you’re right.” Bob broke the hold, the smile remaining. “My attorney will have the final paperwork in your office Monday morning.”

“Good enough.” After gulping the remainder of his drink, Christopher set the glass down with a hard thud.

Bob exhaled slowly. “Son, I feel sorry for you. I really do.”

Sorry? What the hell for? He had everything money could buy. He also had other business to attend to. Striding past the long table toward the door, he knew all eyes were on him. They usually were. When he reached the door, for some unknown reason he felt compelled to turn around. When he did, he captured Bob’s look almost immediately. He usually noticed resignation, a beaten man. Today he witnessed what could only be described as empathy. “Answer me one question. Why did you tell me about my father?”

Bob walked back to the table, gathering his things. He remained quiet until the various things were nestled in his arms. After nodding to his attorney he lifted his head, sadness filling his eyes. “Your father was well loved, enjoyed the company of friends and family. My guess is that mask you wear so firmly entrenched on your face Come when I sayis one built of loneliness and one that’s going to strangle you when you least expect. I wish you the best of luck in all your endeavors, especially ones of the heart.”

Christopher was able to make it to his office before he had a coughing fit. Slamming the door he rushed to the refrigerator, grabbing a bottle of water from the door. The ice-cold liquid couldn’t seem to sate him, let alone control his anger. He was enraged the man had gotten under his skin. Snarling, he held the bottle out, gripping the plastic tightly, his fingers white from the force of his hold. Control. You have to get control. He held the bottle to his head and closed his eyes.

The lilting sound of his phone, a special tone signifying Genevieve was on the phone put him completely at peace. Nearly tumbling over the corner of his desk he was able to grab it on the third ring. “Hello, my submissive.”

“Hello, my Sir.” Her voice was sultry, laced with a husky tone, the one indicating she was hungry. “How’s your day going? Conquer any lost souls yet?”

He couldn’t help but laugh. “A few, my dearest. A few. Are you still wet for me, baby?”

“I stay wet when I think about you, my studly Sir.”

Her playfulness was beguiling, her seductive nature only one attribute he loved about her. From her wild blond hair and mischievous demeanor to her ballsy attitude and take no shit talk, the woman could eat men for breakfast without breaking a sweat. Perhaps that’s why her submission to him was so powerful. They’d begun the journey almost immediately after realizing how intense their connection was. Unfortunately they’d hit a wall, a tension he wasn’t certain they could move past. “My wicked girl.”

“A naughty girl you adore the last I heard.” Her laugh was clipped short. “Sir.”

“Hmmm… I think we’re going to have to work on your behavior. Tonight.” The last word was said as an afterthought. For various reasons he was certain she’d have an excuse for not seeing him. Lately, she’d had several. When she said nothing for a few seconds he realized he was holding his breath.

“Yes sir. I understand. I’ve disobeyed you and must be punished.” The tone of her voice had changed, her inflection almost docile.

Relief swept through him. “Good girl. Seven sharp I’ll arrive. You know exactly what the requirements are for my arrival. Don’t disappoint me. Tonight is special.”

“Special sir?”

“Yes.” Christopher clucked his jaw as he walked toward the duffle bag he’d brought with him, one he carried with him every day. As he smiled he jerked the bag on top of his desk, fingering the smooth leather, the stainless steel zipper before opening the flaps. He gazed at the contents, drinking in the essence of his collection. Every one of the toys was hand picked with her in mind, a woman who’d allowed Pandora’s box to completely open, revealing the tender side of him as well as the growing sadist. Some might say he was a monster. For Genevieve, he was her Dom. Perhaps one day he’s become her Master.

Her voice quavered, a muffled laugh pushing through the phone. “I’ll be ready my Sir for anything and everything you desire. You can do what you want with my body.”

“Good, my sweet sub. I look forward to taking you up on your offer.” The words thrilled him to the point his cock was aching. He pulled out the bound rope, admiring the thick strands. After hanging up the phone he laid the rope on his desk and eased out the blindfold, running the silk through his fingers. Tonight he was going to take both of them to a new level, one of pain as well as pleasure. For tonight he was going to begin to own her – the ultimate power exchange.

Mmmm… Powerful words, don’t you think? Can you imagine what she’s thinking? I can because I know and I’m shivering.

Kisses and spanks…

Cassandre

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Power, Music, Love, Lust…Reflection

These are fairly powerful words in their own right. When you combine them with aspects of Domination and submission, they actions as well as the thoughts around them can be a bit of a rollercoaster ride. Remember what I’ve said – the highs are incredibly high. The lows are heart wrenching. I’ve learned a hell of a lot over the last couple of years in my personal as well as the creative explorations for my writing. I think my pieces have grown in depth since I’ve truly begun to embrace the lifestyle. Yes, what I’m sharing with John Patrick has a lot to do with my increased sensitivity,Your are Mine my growth as a woman as well as a submissive. You can’t write what you don’t know. You cannot convey the intensity of the wild range of emotions without having a single taste. Not possible.

I’m a very emotional chick/bitch (I can say that about myself). I tend to be ballsy as hell, opinionated to a fault and I WILL tell you like it is. What I’ve discovered recently is that I’ve been so damn good as hiding behind a mask I hardly knew the difference in the real girl and the made up one until recently. John Patrick reminded me we all hide. We all trade aspects of the real us for the concept of acceptance. We’re all creatures who long to be protected and in the absence of having that big warrior by our side, our instincts kick in and what began as a single moment of hiding from ourselves, becomes a lifetime. For me the objects that always allowed me to really show off, shine, push my personality, be the woman I wanted to be were – Power (controlling the very moment I walk into a room); Music (I’m a classically trained musician who loves metal and has to have music on 24/7); Love (I’ve only been in love twice and the second time IS so much sweeter); Lust (I’m a woman who craves and needs, one who will give her man everything he wants); Reflection (seeing my very soul, the one that can no longer hide has been terrifying as well as joyful).

What I didn’t realize until recently was how scared I am inside. I push. I hide. I fight. I scream out. I push at the seams. I shout out at the machine. That’s not very submissive like, is it? Hmmm… The truth is the woman inside was always there. “She” came out with nurturing, caring and with a patient man guiding me. So music – “All of Me” by John Legend – well that breathtaking song has more meaning than Waiting and readyanyone would know. I cried like a baby the very first time I heard it on the radio driving home one lonesome Friday in heavy traffic. Can you imagine the idiots on I95 who might have noticed this crazed woman crying and trying to sing the words? UGH – NOT my finest hour, but the song was and remains profound. Music does that for me – instilling and my muse. Yes, the words to that particular song have very special meaning and there isn’t a moment I hear the words I don’t stop and think.

There are so many aspects of moving into a D/s relationship that is very telling about one’s being, one’s soul, and more importantly about one’s needs. We run so hard, so fast trying NOT to be ourselves that we become someone in time we can no longer identify with. I think that’s why I give high respect for couples that embrace a D/s lifestyle. They have to give all of themselves. They have to completely open up, offer a portion of their inner being to a person (as well as to the REAL girl or guy inside) up on a silver platter. The vulnerability is terrifying. You’ve heard me say this before and certainly something John Patrick reminds the IMPATIENT girl – this life is a journey. Yes…

John Patrick of course has inspired me to write so many of the blogs, the flash fiction stories and I can tell you my readers have truly responded to them. I think pretty much everyone knows I love writing about D/s, DD and BDSM – exploring the truth as well as the love surrounding every aspect. But what I didn’t really get myself was that in my telling of the journey I’ve entered into, one that has so many twists and turns, readers are embracing the ragged edges I continue to have – those damned highs and lows. The journey is sweet my friends.

I’m not writing a flash fiction piece tonight – I will indeed write many more – but I had a long day, a night meeting, and a serious round of reflection. In other words I’m very tired but my heart is at peace. Yes, John Patrick has a hell of a lot to do with the reflective and quiet side. There are about a zillion reasons why. I’ve been able to pull the mask aside, show the inner girl to him. I’ve slowly (beseechingly slowly) begun to give over my reins of control. Yes, the power exchange will take a LONG time with me. He and I both know this, but he’s an amazing trainer, as well as a great friend. Our very open conversations have sparked some interesting thoughts, brand new hungers, and moments of heated angst. We’ve laughed over incidents of discipline, shared tears over powerful words of my writing, and let a padlock or two be smashed as the trust builds.

He did one of those ultimate smashing events tonight. John Patrick offered You unlock the doorme a moment of complete open reflection (no, one I will keep private) that affected me more than I can truly embrace. Many of the reasons are personal, but I can tell you that he allowed me to see a part of him no one else has and he says never will. There is no way to describe how I feel, how amazing his simple act is. For him? I know what this meant – an understanding. The words written were…

He asked me what I was going to write about tonight. I’d told him he is my muse and he laughed and said he wasn’t sure why or how but he was glad. My reply? That he didn’t have to try. He simply was. That’s a real muse. While I’d love to sit and write a long flash right now given the joy I’m feeling – too drained.

But the tumble of words came out and the title began because of a single song, one that will forever hold the most incredible meaning. “You’re my end and my beginning, even when I lose I’m winning…” Powerful words. Amazing thoughts. Love without end. Hmmm…

This weekend – many more stories.

Kisses and spanks…

Cassandre

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Submitting to a Spanking…Humiliated Affair…Part IV

Spankings and humiliation. They seem to come hand in hand. I honestly grin like a kid when I see how many people really love the concept of being seen and humiliated in a disciplinary kind of situation. Or they simply want to be the voyeur, the basic fly on the wall. Okay, so you know I hold nothing back with regard to my blogs. I love looking at the stats and seeing what people are interested in. Yep. You guessed it. Pretty much if you put the word ‘spanking’ or ‘humiliation’ in any tag line then readers seem to flock to the site. There’s something very sexy about the aspect of losing control, being taken in hand. Don’t you think?

Well, John Patrick and I talk a lot about spankings. We discuss methods and implements, needs and whether or not a regular round of maintenance discipline will re-center me, re-focus. UGH. I do need that a hell of a lot. I have ZERO patience. Mine alwaysGiven he and I have been going through a pretty heady round of angst lately, I was eager to explore the very concept. Punishments are generally private moments shared between a couple. There’s the freedom of being able to do what’s necessary as well as the practicality of keeping the act under cover. Let’s face it. The majority of us really don’t want our neighbors/family/boss/kids/minister knowing what we’re doing behind closed doors. I’m a firm believer that a WHOLE LOT of people are kinkier than we realize, but shoving the lifestyle into anyone’s face just isn’t the best idea. Then why are so many fascinated with seeing another person in a very compromising position? Kinda like the way people react to a wreck on the side of the road. We look. We crane our necks. We want to see what and how bad. Hmmm… I asked John Patrick the question – would he discipline me in front of others if I became particularly rude or misbehaved at a dinner party or a barbeque? His thoughts are that we’d find a private place, the car or a room by ourselves, because it might not just be my ass getting whipped. Shudder.

Let me ask you a question. How far would you go with your partner in public? Would you enjoy being spanked in front of others? Would the slight danger aspect of perhaps being seen by anyone really add spice to the moment? Would you allow yourself to be spanked in a semi-private but very open situation like a public park? Imagine for a minute pulling in to a parking spot in a park. He shuts off the truck and you both get out. Maybe you take a walk to a more secluded location. Then perhaps you’re simply bent over the front of the truck, your skirt lifted and your naked ass whipped for several minutes. Does the thought give you shivers? Now add in the delicious aspect in which you happen to notice out of the corner of your eye a man, walking just close enough you know he could have seen something, your carnal act. What does that do to you? I think for many being caught would seem horrible. For others, just the notion is extremely exciting. What’s your choice? Just a thought I wanted to pose.

This story seems to be resonating with so many and I really appreciate your wonderful comments. I will definitely finish the story. And as you can imagine, lots of sinful words written because of my conversations with John Patrick. Back to the story.

Of course they were both afraid. Drake would have to consider himself an asshole if he wasn’t second-guessing his decision to some degree. This night, the choices he’d made with regard to a public offering, was certainly something out of his comfort zone. The reasons for coming here seemed simple in the beginning. Now? He wasn’t entirely certain he knew what the hell he was doing. Spanking her in front of a litany of strangers? Shit. He had to be nuts, out of his mind. Think. You know why you’re doing this. You know why you want this. He did. This was about breaking down a wall, one she’d built up to the point she continued to lash out, have meltdowns. While he prayed to God he’d made the right choice in coming here tonight, she had to be the one who unlocked the chains wrapped around her like a tight vice. Their recent arguments, the fact the business was tanking had profoundly affected them both. Tonight was all about a new chapter.

“You’re really going to spank me here? You’re going to in front of everyone? I mean…” Kesha’s voice trailed off. When he remained quiet she laughed nervously. “You are. You’re going to whip me right here.”

“Yes. This is something you need, for you. For us. Do you understand why?”

“But…” She groaned and nibbled on her bottom lip. Seconds later she groaned. “You’re pushing my boundaries.”

Submissives SentimentsDrake smiled as he studied Kesha’s face, enjoying the way she was thrown off center. Of course she was having difficulty in accepting what she was seeing, given the fact he’d never even attempted to do anything this provocative. He squeezed her neck and could tell the action calmed her. She craved focus, needed the re-centering his authority gave her. He was learning. There were days he had such difficulty, unsure of his most basic decisions. Tonight he was making his move, becoming her Dominant. This was an important step in their journey. This was about absolute trust for both of them. “Yes.”

“Mmm…” As a crackle of heat lightning pulsed in the distance she tipped her head. “This is your fantasy.”

“Something I’ve craved, yes,” Drake said quietly. He watched the scattering of electricity spark across the horizon and sighed. He studied the cross, the way the girl’s hair flowed in the soft breeze, and for a few seconds he was jealous, envious of the obvious closeness the couple had. He was more determined than every to grab ahold of the same intensity. He wanted nothing more than for them to be as one, know each other’s thoughts, completely able to embrace moods as well as cravings.

She took a step forward, moving to the outer perimeter of the group watching the action.

For a few seconds Drake was mesmerized, seeing her as if for the first time. She was dazzling in her sophisticated beauty and he as so proud to have her by his side. “Did you hear me, my sweet submissive?”

Shivering, her hand fluttered over her mouth, her fingers sliding back and forth across her lips. “I… Yes sir.” Her voice was barely audible.

Her utter vulnerability touched him and as he pushed her further forward he could swear he heart her rapid heartbeat. “What do you think? Do you believe she deserves her punishment?”

Crack! Slap!

“Oh!” Kesha jumped when the hard slap was issued across the back of the girl’s thighs.

“Does she?”

“Yyyeesss…”

He released her neck and patted her on the ass. “Good girl. She does just as you do.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “I mean yes, sir.”

Even in the dim lighting, the warm glow of the torches illuminating her face, he could see the mixture of trepidation and excitement. She loved to be pushed out of her comfort zone, taken just to the edge of her limits. They’d talked for hours about what she wanted, her growing needs. She was a woman who was fearless in business, taking no prisoners when it came to the assholes she was forced to deal with. The woman was tenacious and brutal, but always fair. Her words could cut through the Internet and when she walked into a room, she didn’t have to demand attention. She quietly took control. Tonight she was his submissive in every sense of the word and he was going to be her leader, a man taking care of her every need.

“She deserves the punishment. She realizes the discipline is exactly the right choice. And what you can tell by her reaction is that she decided on tonight. She begged for the whipping. She trusts her Dom enough. This is everything I long for.” Kesha’s smile was radiant.

Her words were fascinating and very calculated. They were also stilling to him. “You’re very right. Trust. Do you trust me?”

“In all things,” she whispered.

“I need you to answer me a question with total honesty. Can you do that?”

A slight snort slipped from her lips. “Yes sir of course.”

Crack! Slap!

The girl squealed, the sound of the chains holding her in her place clanging against the cross as she struggled.

“Are you ready to take another step, a leap of faith?” He knew Kesha was watching every hard strike, calculating what would happen, perhaps how many whips she would receive.

“Without a doubt.”

Drake exhaled slowly, his nerves on edge. He wanted to show her off, to have every submitting in redother man and women in the room truly understand what they shared, the joy and the passion that had completely altered a dying relationship. Tonight was about taking them both to a heightened level, a move they might never repeat, but one he felt necessary in their life. Could she let go completely? Could she allow this very moment to happen? He loved the pensive look riding her face, one that told him how much she was relishing in the vision. “Are you certain?”

A smile creeping to the corner of her mouth she leaned back against his chest. “More than you know. This is special. I want to give you all of me tonight.”

Kissing the top of her head he studied the way the man was using the whip, the almost perfect snap of his wrist. “He’s a Master. One day I hope to be that good wielding a whip, to give you a true sense of something you’re pining away for.”

“And you will be. There is no doubt. You know me so well. That’s one reason I’m more than ready to give you all of me.”

Her utter confidence in him was amazing. His cock aching, he wanted nothing more than to take her right here, but tonight wasn’t about sex. Tonight was about breaking free. “I do know you very well. And all of you. I love hearing the words.”

“God, I love you, my Sir. I love the way you treat me. Use me. I love being your submissive. I adore pleasing you, giving you everything you crave.” Kesha purred as she swayed from side to side.

“You do every day.”

“Not enough.”

He moved to her side, tipping his head slightly. “Kesha, tell me what you want.”

Whoosh! Pop! Crack!

She reacted every time the girl was whipped, her facial expressions mirroring a submissive woman receiving the discipline, a slice of raw emotion, demanding sensations evident. Giving him a quick look she licked her ruby stained lips. “In truth?”

“Always truthful my love.” Drake rubbed his hand down the length of her spine, tapping his fingers on the small of her back. With every touch, every gentle reminder, she responded by nestling closer to him. He was her protector and yes, he was very possessive. There would be no other man in her life. And the predators, those hell bent on having a taste of a woman who belonged to him, were never going to touch her. Period.

“I’m amazed. I’m terrified. I’m hungry.” She laughed, the sound of her sultry lilt floating into the air. “I want nothing more than to please you.”

“You do every day.”

He Takes MeThe look on her face was one of defiance. “But I want more for you and for us.”

“So do I.” He did more than anything.

Several guests turned toward them, their looks curious. Drake could tell the Master of the evening was watching, his look one of growing curiosity. The event had been well planned, yet he remained nervous. There was a catch, one he might regret. The single nod from the man remaining hidden behind the mask was a subtle yet powerful reminder. The show was set in motion. “My gorgeous submissive.” He waited until the girl was released, her Master gathering her into his arms, before he nudged her closer to the cross. His heart was racing, his blood pressure rising.

“They’re all moving away,” Kesha whispered.

“Yes, and you’re garnered the attention of our hosts.”

“Why are they masked?”

“We all hide behind something. Don’t we?”

She shook her head. “Yes sir, my cryptic Dom.”

Now he laughed as he turned her around. Cupping her chin he lowered his head, brushing his lips across hers. She remained nervous, her breathing rattled. He kissed her passionately, his tongue intertwining with hers. The moment he wrapped his arm around her, digging his fingers into her back, she relaxed, a single moan pushing past the kiss. When he released her he rubbed his thumb across her lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, sir.”

“Good. Then remove your clothes.” Drake wasn’t certain how she’d react or if she could tolerate the command. When she nodded and took a step back, his eyes remaining on his, he held his breath. The moment she untied the single sash he shivered.

Mmm… What do you think? Could you do this? Let me know your thoughts.

Kisses and spanks…

Cassandre

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Submitting to a Spanking…Humiliated Affair…Part III

Well it’s been a beautiful few days here in lovely VA. I truly love spring and we just had winter end – as in literally. There’s nothing like being able to write outside, enjoying a little drink and listening to the birds singing. I’ve also been doing a heck of a lot of reflecting lately. There’s so much to reflect on. I continue to read articles on Domination and submission. John Patrick turned me onto an amazing site www.submissiveguide.com and I’m reading articles that are extremely well written. I think many of you will roll your eyes wondering why people learn about kink. D/s isn’t just kink. Let’s get something straight for any of you naysayers left youAbsolute Power read my blog. Are you there?

Living or playing in any alternative lifestyle has several elements. Everyone has to live what some call a vanilla life at least to some degree unless you’re living in a cave or commune in which you aren’t required to interact outside. We have to work, enjoy family and friends. We pay bills and go to weddings and funerals. We have lunch and enjoy vacations. We have a home to keep up, dogs to play with and chores to do. In other words people involved in kink are very much regular plain ole people. And NO, there aren’t dungeons in our basements pretty much the majority of the time. Do some of us have playrooms and spanking benches? Sure – IF you can afford them. I certainly can’t and don’t. I started this journey reading and learning for my writing. Then something amazing happened. I realized and embraced the fact I’m a submissive – but that doesn’t change the woman I am.

I’m powerful in business. I command a room. I will tell you my beliefs period. And I have no issue raging against the machine. I’m also a submissive woman who finally understands a side of her that always existed, but was never allowed out of the padlocked box to play. John Patrick and I talk about this all the time – a journey. We are traveling something that can’t be learning in a short period of time. We are opening up slowly through conversations and in doing so are becoming uninhibited. Notice the process here. He isn’t just my Dom and wasn’t in the beginning at all. We’re friends and started talking. The desire and the realization of our needs have been there for a little while – but connecting in a way in which you can move forward into something more than talking? Well, that takes a lot of time. We have issues and worries and sometimes they are very trying. But we learn and for me, I so savor everything we talk about.

We’re exploring certain aspects of kink through conversations. Humiliation did come up given the fact so many people seem to be VERY interested in the concept. I’m not entirely certain why, except for the fact there’s a little danger in the aspect. With humiliation comes voyeurism. John Patrick asked me if I’m interested in being humiliated. I think for every one of us there’s a very personal moment where our limits collide with our desires to try something out of our comfort zone. For me, this is very much one of those edge busters. We’ll see as time goes on how much I either want or crave of this. I have personal limits and I have those brought on by my requirement to live in a vanilla laced world. Just the facts. Writing erotica is already sliding close to the edge of what most people can or will accept as the norm. Being involved in a lifestyle the majority of people don’t ‘get’? Hmm… But I keep learning. Back to the story and one that is resonating with many people. Thank you for much for enjoying and let me know what you think.

Kesha had to admit that Drake managed to shock her. He was a planner, a plotter almost all the time. Her husband’s need for control had always been evident, he I will obey you sirsimply embraced the fact he was a true Dominant in all aspects pretty much just… Today. She smiled at the thought. This was a wowing moment.

“You’re a very bad girl,” Drake eased his hand from her pussy, slipping his fingers inside his mouth.

The sound of his sucking, the look on his face and the realization they could be caught in a single moment of humiliation was just about the most enticing thing. She leaned her head against the elevator wall and wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees and suck his cock. “And you love that about me.”

“Mmm…”

As the elevator doors opened she halfway expected a group of gawking guests would have admonishing looks, given their rather teenage like behavior. The empty hallway allowed her to breathe a sigh of relief.

He chuckled as he licked the last of her cream off of his fingers. “Tasty.” Nodding toward the hallway he gave her a look, one that was commanding in its own right.

“May I ask where we’re going?”

Drake tapped her on the ass as he gripped her arm.

“I mean sir.” She could tell he wasn’t playing tonight. He was in what she called full ‘Dom mode’ and she was tingling because of the notion alone. He’d been so authoritative all day long, stating what would happen instead of making suggestions. His attitude as well as his behavior had changed. She was weak with desire, longing to please him, serve him. The entire thought process had her in a type of suspended animation. How had this suddenly happened?

“Better. You have to learn to trust me more, Kesha. I will never try and hurt you or put you in a situation in which you could be harmed. If we don’t have that level of trust then we have nothing and should end this now.”

He pushed them out into the hallway and she shivered hearing the words. “I trust you completely. Totally. You don’t see that within me?”

“This is a journey remember.”

“But you’re saying that as if I don’t have faith you. I’ve known you for twenty-two years. How could I not trust you? I just question things. I just worry.” I’m just a girl concerned you’re never going to accept the real me. She heard the odd sound in the tone of her voice, the way the words were said with just enough edge he was understandably irritated. The moment he pulled her against his chest, his fingers digging into her arms, she knew she’d crossed a line – but not just about her place. She’d dug at a scab he’d been having difficulty with since the very moment they’d opened up about their respective needs. She winced, anticipating a quiet round of discipline. When he pushed her against the wall, lifting and pressing her arms up and over her head, she was surprised seeing his eyes.

“My point.”

Kesha shook her head. “I was just expressing a concern.”

“Some time tomorrow I want you to tell me the difference in concern and trust.”

My God. This was so difficult, so eye opening. During their traveling into the lifestyle she’d been forced to question every aspect of her very being from the beginning of her need to dominate pretty much the world. In seeing her husband in an entirely different way, one that she would never have expected, she was opening the final lock to her soul. And she was utterly and totally terrified of what was inside, of what he would see and perhaps absolutely loathe. “I express concerns because I’m not certain what to do. I’m unbalanced in my needs, my understanding of us. I’m just…” Tears were in her eyes as the realization hit her. She was terrified of losing him. There was no other way of putting the way she felt. “I don’t want to lose you.”

Drake’s eyes opened up wide. For a few seconds he remained quiet. “You’re not going to lose me. There is no way I’m going to allow what we have to disappear. You have to trust me on this more than any other aspect of your life.”

“I do.”

“I’m not certain that you do.”

“When I say these words you have to believe me. I’m raw inside, worried and frustrated with myself. But I love you and I need you to know I’m finally breaking free,” Kesha whispered, but the strong conviction in her heart was beating to the point she was breathless. Every day, every new experience was freeing.

“This is our journey together.” Drake leaned in close, his body crushing hers. “I’m not perfect at this. I’ll make mistakes. I’m learning just like you are.”

“I know that. I’m not questioning you at all.”

“I think you are. I think your ability to confide in me is in question.”

“No, it’s not. Not at all. This is more about questioning me.” Kesha was surprised hearing the edge in his voice. She wanted nothing more than to let go completely, giveA submissive is completely free him the reins in every way, but her willful side was having difficulty. There had never been anyone in her life she’d allowed even a single concept of full trust. None. How many people had challenged her, pushed her to a point she couldn’t believe in her natural instinct about people any longer. But she knew in her heart she trusted him more than any other soul in her life.

Drake kissed her softly then immediately pulled back. “That I can understand but I hope in time your concerns will modify.”

“Every day I change as you do. The way we’re moving into such an incredible new passage in our relationship is eye opening. But I still…”

“You’re afraid.”

“A little.”

“Understandable.” He kissed her lips. “Are you okay?”

A wave of peace swept over her. “I’m more than okay.”

“Good. Tonight we have fun in a way in which you’re not used to.” Drake cupped both sides of her face. He traced a circle around her lips before pulling back. “Come with me.”

They both remained silent as he led her down the hallway to a room at the end of the corridor. She knew the hotel well enough to realize the door lead to a suite, a corner room with sweeping views and expansive luxuries. The top floor was booked and used by dignitaries and celebrities. And she had to wonder who was inside.

A quick knock and almost instantly the door was opened.

“What you’re going to find inside just might surprise you,” Drake breathed into her ear.

She loved the rather clandestine approach, the understanding of not knowing what was going to happen. The moment they were led into the room she was shocked at the normality of their actions. People were milling about enjoying drinks and conversations. Almost everyone was dressed in evening attire as if they were merely going out for the evening to a festive occasion. The atmosphere was jazzed but there were no signs of anything relate to BDSM. Somehow she could tell there was more going on behind the scenes.
“You’re surprised?” Drake asked as he nodded to the door attendant and led them into the room.

“I…” Kesha laughed nervously and looked down at her flaming red silk. He’d been very purposeful in his decision on what she was going to wear, something he rarely did. Now she knew why. “Yes. I have to admit I am.”

“Good. I like to keep you guessing. Let’s grab a drink.”

As he walked them toward a small but rather impressive looking bar nestled in the corner, she studied the guests, recognizing several. This was more than just unexpected. There were attorneys and judges, women who owned businesses and others who were well known in the community. “Wow.”

“Yes. They’re al enjoying the need for something out of the normal,” Drake said as he rubbed her back.

“Why are we here again?”

Drake gave her a sideways glance as the approached the bar. “Two cabernets.”

“Yes, sir.” The bartender didn’t look, barely acknowledged their presence.

He turned toward her and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Why?”

“Yes,” Kesha managed.

“Take a look outside at the balcony. What do you see?”

Her attention drawn to the expansive space, she narrowed her eyes and tried to hone in on what she could tell was some level of activity occurring. Torches and candles were lit in every corner, their wicks flickering in the wind, the effect eerie. In the luminescent light she could see there were several people on the balcony. The area wrapped around the three-sided room, the space able to accommodate at least a hundred people. “I’m not sure what you’re asking.

Nibbling on her ear he eased his hand to her waist, kneading her side as he pushed them both toward the window. “Try again.”

Kesha palmed the glass and had to blink several times in order to focus. There were at least three ‘X’ crosses adorning the balcony. “Oh my God.”

“Thirty floors above the din of the world and people are being disciplined. Do you see them? Do you know what’s happening?”

“Yes, I…”

“Tell me what you see. Tell me what you’re thinking. Tell me what you want, what you crave.” His voice was soft but commanding.

There wasn’t a part of her that wasn’t shaking and the raw emotions soaring through every cell in her body. “I see women letting go.”

“And?”

“I see passion and…”

“And?” he implored.

“I see complete freedom, unbridled passion.”

“Good. And tell me what you want?”

Kesha moaned softly as she patted the glass. She could see a girl, one who was naked and tied to the closest cross being whipped, and there wasn’t a part of her that wasn’t tingling all over. Her breath skipped, her heart racing to the point echoes were bouncing in her ears.

“Tell me.”

The way his groin was moving back and forth, his cock grinding into her ass left her breathless. “I want…” Oh God. What did she want?

Crack!

She didn’t need to hear the sound of the whip to know the girl was in delicious anguish. “Jesus.”

“Tell me.”

The command in his voice, his mannerisms were more evident and she didn’t want to disobey him. For a few seconds there she couldn’t breathe, was unable to thinkRed Heat clearly.

Whoosh!

The woman flinched, her body jerking back from the cross. God. Yes. Yes. She was… “I want to be there, be the woman tied and disciplined. I need to be punished for all my sins. I need to show you how devoted I am.” Every time the girl was whipped she was drawn further into the moment.

“Mmm…” Drake bit down on her neck then pulled her away from the window.

Kesha exhaled as she was led back to the bar and a few seconds later she realized she had a glass of wine in her hand.

“Drink my darling. Tonight is merely an adventure.” Drake tipped his glass.

As they toasted she swooned, her stomach lurching. The sip was worth savoring, the wine giving her a needed jolt of courage. Courage. Why? For some reason she remained uncertain.

Drake led them through the crowd, acknowledging only a few of those who turned to admire the stunning couple. “They see you and hunger for you.”

“They hunger for us.”

Laughing, he tapped her behind. “You’re right.” Every move was directed and he led them to the door leading to the deck. “I want you to see, to experience what will be.”

Holding her breath she attempted to drink in every sight, every sound as she was guided outside. The warm breeze was welcome given the very humid day. The group of people seemed enthralled by the level of activity, their attention completely drawn to the submissive in front of them being punished. What will be. The words lingered in her mind, the meaning clear.

“See how she reacts. Can you tell how much she’s enjoying her punishment?” Drake asked quietly as he led them to the fourth girl being whipped, the very one Kesha had been watching.

“Yes, sir I…” Her words continued to trail off. She was nervous yet titillated over the site.

“Oh!” the girl yelped as several additional strikes were issued.

With every slice of the whip, every whooshing sound she shivered. Her skin clammy, she licked the single bead of perspiration from her upper lip and crowded next to him.

Drake moved his hand under her dress, tapping his fingers on her ass cheeks. “A needed whipping.”

“Yes sir.”

“One you need.”

“Yes sir.”

He eased his hand around her neck, holding her tightly and walking them forward. “And one you’re going to receive right here.”

Well, what do you think? Should he whip her in front of everyone?

Kisses and spanks

Cassandre

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Submitting to a Spanking…Humiliated Affair…Part II

You know what I find so interesting? The fact that both John Patrick and I are taking our journey into D/s so seriously is something I really hadn’t realized how much I appreciate. I also made the connection that in both of us doing so the trust we’re building is growing exponentially. We’re both very good at communicating with each other, an attribute that is vital to our growth. We honestly love talking about anything and everything. Granted, there are going to be times the discussions take an odd turn or effects one more than the other. That happened against last night. Very often texting just isn’t the way to have a discussion and especially when time isHands cuffed limited, but it happens. Both he and I are vulnerable about certain aspects, including things about our past. You learn as you grow and that’s very much okay. As long as you keep talking you’re going to be just fine. No matter how uncomfortable the issue might be, remember there are two souls involved. Give yourselves a break at times too.

Today is just a little bit more on the lighter side. He asked me yesterday (having read my blog) if I was interested in any aspect of humiliation. I wasn’t certain how to answer him at first but did say I had noticed how many other people were into the concept given the particular hits I received on various blogs. ANY time I mention humiliation people read time and time again. The Submitting to a Spanking story – Distinguished Humiliation – WOW how many more are selling than the others in the series. I also noticed that any blog mentioning the very concept is looked at and read more often – no matter how many months have gone by.

John Patrick knows me very well already. He realizes I have certain points of interest as well as excitement. He also knows I tend to rage hard against the machine if I don’t like or can barely tolerate something. That’s my nature. Yes, he’s trying very hard in his training with me to show me I can be patient (UGH), but its tough right now. In answering his question about humiliation I really had to think about this girl inside, the one who will forever remain anxious with certain aspects of herself. I don’t think I want anyone to see me in a certain light. Being humiliated has various degrees. Yes, if John Patrick spanks me fully clothed either in privacy or in a playtime situation, that’s certainly different than if he required me to strip naked and did the same.

He and I were talking about this and being completely naked as you receive discipline is very humbling. For me, the notion alone stills me. His thoughts are that the concept brings you out of your comfort zone. You’re no longer able to hold on to a particular vanilla side of your life (clothes + jewelry = safety and clout). You’re reduced to the person you were at birth. This is another area where complete trust comes into play.

He believes I should be punished completely naked – as time and space allow. I’ve told him the experience of being spanked like a bad girl is a wonderful reminder that I need to obey. Don’t get me wrong – spankings are meant to hurt and they do. I bruise. I ache for a couple of days. I don’t like disappointing him. He’s my Sir and the concept of him having to do such an act – whew. Shivers. But I know I’m going to receive many a spanking during our journey. I embrace his patience with me more than you know. Would he do this in front of others? Hmmm… There are varying degrees remember of this. Spanking me over my clothes? I have no doubt right now he would. Requiring I remove my clothes? I…don’t know. My honest guess is he wouldn’t go that far – touching a potential limit this soon. I might be wrong. Remember journey…

What I continue to realize is how much we both have to learn, how many avenues there are to gain information. What might be the most profound aspect is that what I believed even three months ago about D/s is completely different than I do today. And why? Every time John Patrick and I talk, every moment we share and open up more, the trust is morphing and growing. His honestly allows me to open up and vice versa. Communication is vital in any relationship. In D/s? A must. Could I enjoy some level of humiliation? Probably. But… I could never have before. The way John Patrick and I are is damn amazing. If you or your partner are considering, talk and let everything go. You have to be free and open. Hmmm… This is an edgy moment, for some pushing hard against basic limits. You have to talk and find out. Can this be sexy as hell? You bet. Talk. Never stop talking. So our couple may just have to push hard against their personal limits. We shall see…

“What we know, Mr. Thompson, is that your firm buys and sells companies as if the people involved, the clients who count on the company don’t matter. You ceremoniously go in and rip apart the very heart of the organization. Your methods are cut throat and they destroy people.” Kesha rose to her feet, a look of utter disgust riding her face.

While Drake knew he should stop her, remind her the meeting wasn’t going well at all, he had to admire the woman he’d married. She was a freaking balls to the walls kind of gal. The single reason they’d taken a lion’s share of the market had been Leaving marksbecause of her tenacity, her ability to capture and lock down a deal once he brought it to the table. A smile crossed his face as she sauntered toward the rather terse opponent. The guy had no clue what to make of her. This should be good. His dazzling wife was just getting started.

“I don’t think you have any room to object. The deal is fair.” Mr. Thompson merely looked out the window.

A trickle of sweat. Drake could barley contain laughter.

Kesha smiled as she closed the distance, opening her legs and folding her arms. “Mr. Thompson. Allow me to explain what’s going to happen here.”

Mr. Thompson narrowed his eyes, the look nasty and undermining. “Ms. O ‘Neil I…”

“That’s Mrs.” Kesha corrected. “But I’m not certain you have any clue who I am or who my employees are anyway. Do you?”

Nervous titillation filtered throughout the room.

Go girl. “Kesha. Let’s try and remember we’re all working together here,” Drake cautioned. He bit back heavy-handed laughter. She knew his tone well, the one that pushed her to be the best she could be.

“Oh I remember. The concept is called respect. Decorum. Something this man has none of.” Her eyes flashed.

“How dare you, Mrs. O ‘Neil. You don’t seem to understand what’s at stake here,” Mr. Thompson hissed through clenched teeth.

Kesha smiled then licked her lips in an exaggerated fashion. “Trust me. I do.”

Pushing both of his hands on top of the desk, Mr. Thompson rose to his feet. For a full minute he merely glared at her. When he spoke his voice was cold, the calculation clear. “Ms. O ‘Neil. Allow me to make myself perfectly clear. I will have your company, whether tonight or next week, or even next year. You see I tend to get what I want. Period.” He stopped, a self-satisfying grin crossing his face. “I think we both know what we need to do.” Sliding a group of papers across the table he kept his gaze locked on her. “I suggest you sign them and end the bloodshed.”

A full two minutes ticked by.

“The offer is sweet. I will admit that. However, I’m no longer interested.” Her voice was clear.

A collective gasp settled in the room.

“I beg your pardon?” Mr. Thompson managed.

“Yes,” she breathed. “To that end, we’re pulling back from this deal. Period. Our company is no longer for sale. Excuse me. Takeover.”

“You can’t do that.” The hiss was now a growl.

“I just did.” Kesha took two strides backward and nodded to Drake.

“I’ll ruin you.” Mr. Thompson was shaking.

This time her eyes flashed a look that seemed to stun the entire room. Even Drake felt a chill. Whew. The woman was on fire today.

Kesha inhaled deeply, allowing a full minute to pass by before she spoke. “Mr. Thompson. I suggest if you want to play in shark-infested waters you bring more that a rubber raft to the party. And you know why?” The question lingered in the air.

Legs BoundDrake could hear the entire room craning their necks, trying to capture every word.

“Because the water is going get bloody. Very bloody. You see…” Her words trailed off as she tilted her head. “I’m extremely hungry.”

There were no sounds as she left the room, but the silence screamed victory.

 

“Did you hear what she said?”

Drake studied the firm’s accountant. While the Mike was usually never animated, tonight he was unable to rein in the creative comments. The crowd gathered around him was hanging on every word, their excitement evident in the over indulgence with alcohol, their boisterous actions.

Mike took a swig of his drink then wiped his mouth. “The water is going to get bloody cause she’s hungry. Holy fuck!”

“Good for her.”

“I’m glad she took a stand. Finally.”

For some reason Drake wanted to interrupt the male banter. There was no ‘finally’ anything about Kesha. She’d been more of the backbone in the company than he had for years. He’d faced that ugly demon only months before. Well, no more. He’d taken a strong stand with her both within the company and behind closed doors. He took pride in the fact she was growing stronger.

At that moment Kesha glided into the room. He could tell all eyes were on her. Another realization of his utter pride settled in. The reception was originally about a celebration of sorts, combining two companies together. Given her kiss off, this was a festive occasion for something else entirely – a resurgence. Drake only hoped their doors would still be open in six months. He sighed. One way or the other they’d find a way. Her impetuous decision had been curiously pleasing.

She nodded to everyone, giving subtle acknowledgement as she moved closer, her eyes never leaving his. As she approached she kept her hand on the choker necklace he’d purchased for her only weeks before. The piece was symbolic and one she rarely wore. Why tonight was curious but pleasing.

Drake remained quiet as he sipped his drink, relishing the way the aged scotch tickled the back of his throat. After swallowing he swirled the glass, concentrating on the ‘tink’ sound the ice crystals made as they hit the crystal.

When she closed the distance she smiled seductively. “I’ve missed you.”

“I was beginning to wonder where you were, if you were going to disobey me,” Drake whispered as he reached out his hand, fingering her arm. As goose bumps popped across her skin he drank in her perfume. “You look radiant tonight.”

“I’m glad you think so. I wanted to look especially beautiful for you.” Her words were coy but her eyes were full of mischief. “And I wasn’t planning on disobeying you.”

“You accomplished your task, my sexy submissive.” He kept his voice low, knowing all eyes and ears were on them.

“Mmm… Good. I must admit, getting away from the phone this afternoon was difficult. The vultures are swarming.”

“I’m certain they are. After your performance they would be.” He smiled as he thought about the private party they were going to, one located in this very hotel. She would certainly be enthralled as well as taken aback.

“You aren’t angry, are you?”

“Of course not. You took a stand. The deal was sour.”

Kesha nibbled on her bottom lip. “I don’t like the man nor do I trust him. He’s like an evil monster.”

“He is certainly an interesting character. But remember darling, we all have two sides.” Flicking the small lock nestled in the center of her collar he couldn’t help but grin. The blush creeping up from her neck was endearing. “Don’t you, my lovely submissive?”

She wiggled and lowered her eyes, the act out of respect. “Yes sir.”

“An observation.”

“Yes sir?”

“The whipping certainly centered you today. We’re going to continue regular maintenance spankings, something you’ve needed for a long time.” He wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezing with just enough pressure her eyes opened wide.I am totally His

“My sir knows best.”

“Yes, I do.” Drake looked around the room. “Make your rounds my lovely submissive.”

“Yes I will. I see our guest of honor isn’t attending tonight. What a shame.”

“Very funny my dear. I think he’s curled up next to a bottle, trying to regain his masculinity,” Drake said as he laughed.

Her look full of contempt, she raised a single eyebrow. “What a shame.”

“Go my pet before I spank you. We have another event to go to.”

“Another?”

“Yes, one I think you’ll enjoy.” He kept his hold around her neck as he brought her forward. “And you’re going to obey me tonight.” Brushing his lips across hers he darted out his tongue, slipping the tip just inside her mouth. The taste of her was always sweet but tonight, even more so.

Kesha gripped his arm, a single moan pushing past her lips.

“Get a room,” Mike chortled as he flanked their sides.

Unfettered, Drake kept his hold, tilting back her head. Crushing her mouth he kissed her passionately, their tongues entwining. They almost never allowed a moment of public display, preferring to keep their private life away from prying eyes. Tonight, many aspects were different and he didn’t mind allowing a few select members of their staff to understand the team had changed. Drake was now in charge.

Her body shook as the kiss continued, her nails digging into his skin. When he released her she blinked several times. “Sir.”

He knew the word was said involuntarily. Whether or not Mike or anyone else heard, he no longer cared about. “Go. We leave in fifteen minutes.” Turning toward Mike he nodded. “No doubt we will.

Fifteen minutes on the dot they were headed out of the small ballroom. He kept her close, his arm wrapped around her waist. Tonight was just another chapter in their journey, one in which he knew would alter certain aspects of their relationship.

“You know there’s going to be talk,” Kesha whispered as she intertwined their fingers.

“Let them. About time they see more of our strength together.”

“You mean your utter domination of me.”

“That too,” Drake stated. He kept his tone authoritative.

With her usual mannerisms she tried to take the lead, her long legs taking strides toward the exit of the hotel.

His grip tightening he stopped their progression. “You aren’t in control here. Remember?”

“Yes sir I…” The moment seemed to catch her off guard.

“Tonight you’re going to learn you will no longer being the top in any aspect of our relationship, neither in business nor in pleasure. Am I being very clear?”

“Yes Sir. Very…clear.”

“Good.” Kissing the top of her head, he breathed in and allowed the moment to settle in before he turned them both toward the elevator. As soon as he pressed the button he could hear a tiny gasp. She hated being out of control in almost every aspect. He was surprised she remained quiet as they waited. When the doors opened and she waited, he was surprised. “Good girl.”

“Yes sir.”

Guiding her inside the empty space, he waited until the doors were closed then pushed her back against the cold steel. Drake hovered over her, tracing her mouth with the tip of his index finger. “Tonight you’re going to become all mine. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

He thrust his finger inside her mouth as he slipped his other hand inside the bodice of her dress, cupping and squeezing her breast.

“Mmmm…” Shivering, Kesha arched her back slightly and closed her eyes as she sucked on his finger, her tongue dragging back and forth across his skin.

He yanked the thin material aside and pinched her nipple, twisting the tender flesh. This was defining. As the elevator rattled to its destination he lowered his head, taking her hardened bud into his mouth.

She sucked feverishly as she pressed her hand against his chest.

Biting down, he relished in the sound of her hint of pain. He was on fire, electrified from the understanding she was letting go, giving him the reins for the first time.

Moving her hand down to his groin she caressed his cock through the dense material of his slacks as her moans became pants of need.

His cock throbbed, his lust increasing. He eased his hand under the hem of her dress, sliding his finger past the thin elastic of her thong. The moment he touched her pussy she jumped. God he had to have this woman. His woman. His submissive.

Ping!

Yeah, I know. I left you in a bit of a lurch, didn’t I? Well, there’s always tomorrow…

Kisses and spanks…

Cassandre

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