2 comments/ 113628 views/ 2 favorites Wired By: DiaperedSiouxsie I opened one eye and observed my surroundings. Whenever I wake up, you see, I only open one eye. This way I'll know in advance if I should bother opening the other eye or just go back to sleep. Anyhow, I saw what I usually saw; my somewhat bland bedroom, adorned with nothing entertaining, just holding a bed and a desk. Before I decided to doze back off, I made a chance glance at the clock adjacent to my bed. It was 11:00. In a half hour from now, I needed to be at work. Mumbling obscenities I don't remember, my naked body fell clumsily forward into the shower, and all that offered me a laugh was the manner in which my penis flopped accordingly with my legs. Stumbling inside, I closed the curtain and turned the water on. The warm spray was more than invited this cold Winter morning, it was almost lusted after. Grabbing the shampoo my mind suddenly landed on Holly. That new girl that had been the object of everyone's fancy, well, probably all of her life. Those greenish blue eyes and flowing blonde hair were just the tip of the proverbial iceberg. She had those perfect sized breasts fitted just above a tight stomach, complimented only further by her hips and ass. When she walked, the sweet sway of her hips had every man in the building with his tongue down around his knees. Not to mention those legs; when she wore a skirt, those finely tanned legs went on for days. Soon i found myself rubbing my crotch with my soapy hand. Laughing, I stopped and resumed my shower. After toweling off and clothing myself in my black dockers and a matching jacket with a dark red shirt, I grabbed my keys and left the house fortunately without waking my roommate up. He could be such a little bitch sometimes, especially when it came to being awaken. I mean, big deal, go back to sleep, you know? Anyway, back to the subject at hand. I walked in to the office knowing full well who the first person I'd see was. Scott. Dear god, this man was a putz. Why I'd been assigned to train him was obvious, but plenty to grip about nonetheless. He and Holly were hired the same day, and I couldn't help but envy Lauren, who'd been given the much desired task of training Holly. It was a good decision, though. No man could teach this girl anything; he'd be reduced to a drooling imbecile and babble about how boobs are good. "Hey, Scott," I greeted him. "Mike, I don't understand this." Immediately Scott had me wanting to kill him. That was when Lauren came to my rescue. "Hey, Mike," she whispered, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the elevator. "What's up," I asked, confused. She sighed heavily. "I can't work with Holly," she began. Then, with a self scolding look, she said, "I think she's kind of distracted." I rolled my eyes. "What does this have to do with -" She nodded. I struggled to keep the grin off of my face, but to no avail. She hit me on the shoulder. "So," Lauren continued, "do you want to trade?" I was taken aback. "How will that help her?" "Well, she's paying all her attention to you as it is." "And you want to train Scott?" "He is better looking than Holly." I laughed, not about to fight her proposition by any means. "Sure," I told her. "You want to trade now?" She rolled her hazel eyes in that typical Lauren fashion. "What did I just say?" Laughing at her sarcastic impatience, I walked over to her cubicle where Holly was sitting. Of course, she was in a silk black skirt with a tight red top. Her hair was up in a bun and she looked back at me, hearing my footsteps. "Hi," I said, waving weakly. She smiled. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I swear my knees trembled. Not that I'm trying to be cool at this point, a Twenty one year old virgin is definitely not cool. Holly pointed to a chair next to her and I sat down, trying not to look too excited. I cleared my throat and wondered what I was supposed to say. Then I remembered what I would ask if Holly wasn't gorgeous. "So, what as Lauren showed you?" "Everything," she said, looking into my greyish eyes. "She has a thing for Scott, so she offered to let me do whatever I wanted." 'Fucking Lauren', I thought. "She'll be at a loss when she sees what a nimrod he is." Holly laughed. "I know. When we were oriented, he asked question after question. Questions like 'Why are we using computers' and 'Where's the bathroom again?'" I couldn't help but chuckle back. However I was still debating if she actually wanted me here or not. She answered that for me right there. "You know," she started, crossing her legs, "Seeing as how neither of us have anything to do, why don't we just sneak a day off?" That comment made way too much sense. I stood up, looking for Gailord, my boss, and seeing nothing I gestured for her to sneak with me towards the back. Our boss' name was Sinclair Gailord, pronounced "Gye Lord", but everyone called him gaylord and despite it's juvenile quality, his constant reaction is always funny as hell. Passing the bathrooms, we found the glass doors. Figuring since Lauren had set this whole scenario up, she'd cover for us and we'd be just fine. Outside, I lead her to my car and chivalrously opened her door. Smiling back at me, she got in and I closed the door, feverishly running around to my side. I sat inside and closed my door. "So where do you want to go?" "You want to cook for me?" she asked, a coy look spreading across her face. "I could," I responded nervously, "but why couldn't we just go to a restaurant?" Holly looked into my eyes with a look I'll never forget. "You know a restaurant where we can fuck on the tables?" Suddenly she had all superiority. "My place it is." As I backed out of the parking lot, her hand found it's way into my pants. She rested her head on my shoulder and slowly started jerking me off as I drove. Always the equal opportunist, I freed a hand from the steering wheel and slid a hand up her skirt. I gingerly rubbed my fingers against her panties and was rewarded with a soft gasp. I peeled her panties back a tad and rubbed her lips as they got slicker. Meanwhile her cool hand was massaging the base of my now nearly fully erect cock and my balls. Once we hit a red light, I grabbed her by the hair and kissed her lips as hard as I knew how. Running my tongue along her lips, I felt her free hand running through my black hair. When I started getting close to cumming, I heard a couple honks. I unclasped our lips and looked at the bright green light. We shared a laugh at this and drove off as it turned yellow. Still playing with her damp pussy, I finally stuck my fingers in and rummaged for that special little place behind her clit, which I kept a rolling thumb on. Holly pulled my manhood out of my pants and dropped her head onto it, swallowing me fully as shocked by this as I was, I managed to avoid cumming or crashing into anything. "Oh, Holly," I uttered. Right there my fingers went limp in her cunt and she sucked away, swirling her hot little tongue up and down my shaft and bobbing her head up and down at just the right acceleration to keep me from exploding inside her mouth. I turned onto a street and we were near my house. It was noon, Roger (my roommate) was at school by now. Finally we arrived in my driveway as as I hit the brake she finished me off. "Holly," I stammered. "If you don't swallow, you'd better move your head." She responded by licking up and down either side of my dick with startling expertise until I blew my load. Even I could feel it as it splashed about in her greenhouse-like mouth and I could also feel her swallowing every drop. She looked up at me hungrily. "Now it's your turn," she smiled. I gently pushed her head back against the passenger window and lowered my face between her fleshy thighs. I dragged my tongue up into her crotch and kissed it just as I had kissed her lips before. I heard her moan and I reached up her shirt to find her tits gingerly kneading them as I licked and sucked on her clit. Making erratic circles around her twat, I eventually forced my tongue inside her and explored her further. I felt her hands pulling at my hair, her legs tightening around my head, her nipples hardening, and all I could hear was her sensuous moaning and sighing. Holly began grinding her hips into my face and a pinkish fluid began leaking out. I lapped it up slowly as I fondled her breasts and she seemed to drip more and more into my encouraging mouth. Pulling my head out of her skirt, she grabbed my chin and we shared a long kiss, the first tender moment we'd had since we got in the car. Breaking away, I got out of the car. "I've got a big, comfortable bed inside, you know," I told her. She smiled and got out, following me to the door. I let us in and she immediately lept on me, wrapping her arms and legs around my torso and I fell back into the side of the doorway. I returned her passionate kiss as I closed the door, carrying her to my couch. I dropped her on her back and let myself fall on her, between her legs with her between my arms. I reached down to slip off her panties and got them to her shins until I decided not to bother with them and I pulled my rigid pikestaff out, slowly leading the head against her by now dripping and puffy vaginal lips. "God, you're so hot," I cooed into her ear. "I want you inside me now," she whispered back. I kissed her once more as I slowly invaded her hot velvet cavity, losing control with each thrust. My hands found her ass and I squeezed her buttocks, pulling her into me moreso. She arched her back and threw back her head, screaming in pleasure, feeling me pump into her tight little snatch. I could feel her buck back against me and I lowered my head to lick around her pink nipples. Dragging my tongue across, I ever so gently raked my teeth over her nipple and kissed her flat sexy stomach. "God Mike, you're so good.." She tossed her head back up and kissed me tongue first, digging her nails into my back and looking into me with insane desire in her what seemed before as innocent green eyes. Once I felt her juices trickling down my balls, I lost it. I exploded into her quim and she clasped onto me with her legs so tightly it took what little was left of my breath away. As my balls drained into her, I pulled back and rested on my back. She did the same for a moment, leaving my now flaccid cock inside her. I had never thought it could be like that, ever. Especially when she popped back up and started grinding her hips against mine, kissing and nibbling on my neck. I was astounded to feel a twitch in my limp penis. I knew it would be another minute or so, so I picked her up and ravaged her mouth with my tongue as I carried her into my bedroom. I roughly tossed her onto my still unmade bed and knelt down on her. In a suprising show of strength, she spun us around so that she was on top and sat on my hardening pole, bouncing away. "Mmm, Holly," I managed out. Sitting up, her lips met mine and even our sweaty hair matting to the other's faces couldn't divert our attention. One hand reached down to grab her perfectly sculpted ass while the other tended to her well cleft breast. I massaged both as she slammed down on my dick repeatedly. "Oh, shit, Mike.." Once more I felt that familiar liquid dousing my manhood, and once again I lost it at that. My load was a lot smaller this time, but it still felt every bit as amazing. Holly fell against my muscular upper body and I collapsed onto the bed with her on me. I think we were both nearly passed out at that point. Then I looked at the clock. 1:28. "Shit," I muttered. "Holly, we've got to get back." She smiled and looked at me dreamily. "What times is it?" "1:30" The look didn't disappear but she clearly took it seriously. "Yeah, we'd better get ourselves cleanedup." She let me up as I led her to my shower. I figured we were too burned out to fuck again, and two people showering simultaneously was faster than on at a time. I turned the water on and turned to find her handing me a bar of soap. "My pussy's so dirty," she murmured. "Clean it for me." I couldn't stop myself. Developing the suds on my hands, I rubbed her swollen little twat and clit. While I did that she met my penis with a sudsy hand of her own. We rubbed eachother for a good while until our lips met yet again, and our tongues were again unleashed on eachother. This time there was less ferocity to it, but the passion was undeniably as powerful as it had been before. Then i felt her hand lead me into her soapy vagina, and I saw no reason to fight it. Holding her up against the shower wall, I slowly slid in and slipped out of her, both of us staring into eachother's eyes, not even saying a word as the warm water sprayed us. She tenderly grabbed the side of my face and kissed me and though I couldn't tell for sure if she was cumming, I'm almost definite now that she was. Not so hard as the last times, but still good. At that moment I came into her as well, holding her hands and maintaining the slow bucking pattern I'd established. Finally we stopped, temporarily satisfied, and finished washing up. Stepping out we toweled eachother and made a few jokes here and there. "So what are you doing tonight after work?" I asked. She smiled at me. "I was probably going to get some dinner." "You must be hungry," I replied. "I never did cook anything." She giggled and gave me a soft kiss. "Come on," she said lowly. "We've got to go now." I smiled as I led her outside and into the car. I had no idea how the day would wind towards what had just happened, but I obviously had no problem with it. I knew we'd be doing it for a while longer. Wired He was too handsome for his own good. I'd long since recognized that it might very well lead to the end of us. My sore whipping arm was longing for an overweight sub with the face of a pug. Good thing for Precious, the rest of me was not. Eyeing the furtive glances of the young girl, I immediately knew she wasn't his type. She was submissive, for one thing. It leaked from every pore of her overly exposed skin. I'd come to read the signs fairly easily, especially in women. I'd only been surprised a few times over the years, by men still very confused about who they really were. It was a shame that society couldn't at least be as accepting of the submissive male as it was of the submissive female. My Precious, Patrick, was pouring on the charm, catching her eye and flashing his perfect white teeth and deadly dimples in her direction. He did it to make me jealous. It was his way of asking for a cropping. He was overdue, obviously, but that was because I refuse to be manipulated. I had a better idea on how to punish him for this little game he insisted on playing with me. The party was beginning to thin and I'd grown tired of the conversation. Much of the crowd was closer in age to Patrick than myself. It was difficult to find social circles that fit us both, being fifteen years apart in age. And the conversation of the younger set didn't much interest me. But Patrick was having a good time, so I decided to suck it up and endure the pain. That's what a good partner of any type does from time to time. It doesn't matter if in private you are the one that rules his world, it's still a partnership. "Darling, will you excuse me for a moment?" "Certainly. Is there anything I can do for you?" I smiled up at him, tapping his chin with my finger in a subtle gesture to silently communicate my dominance over him. I could've called him by his pet name, or tapped him on his shoulder to send him to his knees. I could've even reached down to cup his manhood, right there in front of his friends. It wasn't how I operated, though. I knew without a doubt that he'd gladly debase himself in a thousand different ways for me. Publicly, if I asked. It was always on the table, something I insisted not be a limit for our play. I just didn't use it. There were several reasons for that, but the one that was strongest was that I didn't want a degraded mouse groveling at my feet. Patrick wasn't the typical submissive male prototype. He stood an imposing 6'3", with washboard abs and thick biceps. I made certain that he worked out every day to stay that way. He was manly, with a thick coating of black curly chest hair to match the full wavy mess on his head. None of his friends would suspect what went on behind closed doors with us. To them, we were a normal couple, albeit mismatched in years. I weaved my way through the remaining crowd, hoping that my suspicion was true about the little Barbie who'd been drooling over my pet all evening. She'd not-so-subtly signaled him that she was heading toward the bathroom. He wisely didn't follow, but I couldn't resist the opportunity. A moment later, I spotted her standing near the open door of the restroom. "Are you waiting to go? It appears to be free." Her eyes widened in shock for a telltale moment. "No, um, go ahead." I was unimpressed by her juvenile response but smiled to hide it as I approached. Turning on heel so that we were standing shoulder to shoulder, I peered across the crowd from her vantage point. Sure enough, she had a near-unfettered view of Precious. "He is quite handsome, isn't he?" From my peripheral view, I caught her head whipping sideways toward me. I didn't have to look to know that her mouth was agape. "I don't know who you're talking about." "Oh, don't be daft. I saw you making eyes at him." It dawned on me that I was probably about to scare her away. I never thought of myself as particularly frightening in my street clothes, but I'd been told many times that it wasn't my clothing that made me intimidating. I turned toward her and placed my hand on her arm in the most reassuring way I could muster. "I'm not upset at all. In fact, it's kind of a turn-on for me." It wasn't a complete lie. I was going to get very aroused by what was going to happen if I could just get her to go along with it. "We're not exclusive." "You're not?" I could practically feel the cheerful optimism oozing from her. I shook my head confidently. "I have to warn you, though. He's a handful in bed." One glance in her direction confirmed that I'd chosen the right bait. The only thing left to do was to hook the fish. "He can be pretty difficult to please. Honestly, it makes me tired just thinking about it." I wasn't above playing my age card to get what I wanted. "Maybe you can help me out tonight...?" Barbie doll licked her lips in anticipation of my proposal. If I had more patience, I'd consider taking her under my wing. But unless my radar was completely off, I'd be her first Dominant and her first bi-sexual experience. I just didn't have the energy to deal with both of those at once. "I could introduce you to him. Let you two talk for awhile. If you hit it off, I'll suggest that he take you home with him. It'll get me off the hook for the night. What do you think?" "Um, sure. Yeah. That'd be, like, great." I cringed at her use of words, but forged on. "My name is Deirdre, by the way." "I'm Crystal." I nodded and quelled a chuckle. The name fit. All she needed was a thong with dollar bills shoved in the string to make the picture complete. "Follow me, Crystal." Patrick had seen us talking, I was sure. He had an uncanny talent for finding me in a crowd. Nonetheless, he acted surprised to spy us approaching together. "Darling, I'd like you to meet Crystal. Crystal, this is Patrick." A wrinkle briefly appeared on Patrick's forehead when I mentioned her name and I knew that he was thinking the same thing that I was. That's how it'd been with us from the first day we met. In total sync with one another. Not that the connection was always perfect, mind you, but it was always there. I took a step backward and gestured for them to continue talking, then quickly made myself scarce. I was relying on Patrick to do what he did best: Charm. It came natural to him being the woman-pleaser that he was. He would flash her his smile, laugh at her silly jokes, pour on his impeccable manners until she was smitten with him. I glanced at my watch. I give him 20 minutes. I figured that'd be plenty of time, given how slutty this particular girl was acting. I mean, if she was already willing to jump in bed with him after just meeting him, it shouldn't take him long to seal the deal. Let's make that 10 minutes. I'm dying to get out of here. The time went faster than I thought it would. I ran into an acquaintance from work and stopped to engage in small talk. It was a shame I was in the middle of setting up my sub, because it would've been nice to show him off. It was the small delight I got from having such a gorgeous specimen of a pet. I made my way back to the couple. She was standing an entire foot closer to Patrick than when I left. I knew right then that I had her. "I'm exhausted from all this socializing. I think I should head home." "I'll get your coat and take you." "No, no, darling. Unless I'm way off base here, I think our Crystal would like to go home with you. Isn't that right, dear?" Crystal smiled and gazed up at Patrick. I had put him in a tough spot. He couldn't refuse without insulting her. "I still think I should drive you." He was holding out hope that I'd change my course. I wouldn't do that, but he did have a point. We'd planned to stay at my place, where most of his things were these days. "I don't want you to go to the trouble and make this poor girl wait. My place is plenty big enough for all of us. I'll simply run off to bed when we get there. I tend to sleep the sleep of the dead, so you won't bother me in the least." Patrick glanced at me, almost daring to give me a dirty look, then painted on a fake smile for Crystal. "Is that okay with you? My apartment is on the complete opposite end of town. It would take us an extra hour to get there." "Sure. It's fine with me. You guys sure have a wild relationship." We both struggled to hide our smirks as we made our way to the spare bedroom holding our coats. She was about to discover just how "wild" it really was. As promised, when we arrived, I excused myself. Through the shut bedroom door I could hear their muffled voices. Then silence. I hadn't heard the spare bedroom door shut so I assumed they were kissing in the living room. I felt a tiny twinge of jealousy at that thought. Patrick was an excellent kisser. Good with his tongue in every way, as a matter of fact, not that Crystal would likely get the pleasure of discovering that. If this went the way I thought, things would come to a grinding halt way before that. I removed the blouse and skirt I'd worn to the party. Beneath it was a black lace corset and stockings. Black panties scantily covered my bare pussy. My mind flashed back to Precious sliding them up my legs before the party, his hard cock bobbing with desire. It was a privilege for him to dress me, one that he didn't automatically get. When he did, he showed his appreciation through his cock. I listened once again at the door. There were muffled noises and rustling sounds. Not exactly the sign I was waiting for. I decided to change into higher heels. The ones I'd been wearing at the party were a tad too conservative. When I finally made it back to the door, I was relieved to hear muffled voices. His apologetic tones and her desperate pleading. I opened the door to the scene I'd been expecting. Crystal was near to tears with desperation. One glance between Patrick's thighs told the whole story. His cock was as limp as lettuce at a summer barbecue. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. I warned you he was a challenge. Did you try sucking it to life?" Crystal hid her faee in her palms as she nodded her head. I was starting to feel sorry for her. This was going to damage her self-confidence. It wasn't her fault, although, if she'd spent any time at all trying to read the signs instead of focusing on what she wanted, she could've avoided the whole thing. "It's not your fault. He's not your type." Crystal whipped her head around to glare at me. "And you are? I can't help it if he's had too much to drink." I calmly took a breath so as not to slap her insolent mouth. Then I shifted my attention to Patrick. "Is that what you told her?" Patrick sighed and shook his head. I was pretty sure he hadn't lied about it, but I wanted to be sure before continuing with the lesson. "I assure you, there is nothing wrong with his equipment." I pointed to the ground before my feet and my pet sprang from the sofa to his knees, crawling the 5 feet to the spot I indicated with my extended index finger. He knelt there with his head bowed, waiting for my next instruction. Just like that, I could feel my blood start to sizzle in my veins. Gooseflesh crawled over my skin in reaction to the adrenaline surging through me. We'd been together over a year and I still felt it every time he submitted to me like that. I imagined that it was a lot like shooting heroin, though I couldn't be sure. I reached down to the wavy locks on the top of his head and heard him visibly sigh. My lesson had stressed him. He hated to disappoint a woman. I inched closer to him, splaying my feet, then closed my fist in his hair to tilt his head backward so I could look into his eyes. "You can't help what you are." Patrick's eyes closed. His head relaxed backward, giving into the pressure I'd applied. I inched close enough for his chin to touch my inner thighs. Then I pressed his face into my crotch. "Everything is going to be okay. Your punishment is almost over." "Punishment?" Her voice sliced the air like a sharp knife. I'd completely forgotten that she was even there. Of course she wouldn't understand any of it, and there'd be no point in trying to explain. There was one thing she needed to understand, though, before she left. "Stand up, my precious pet, and show her your glorious cock." Patrick locked gazes with me as he stood. His cock was jutting from his body in proud display as I knew that it would be. It was how he was wired, plain and simple. He got off to being dominated by a strong woman. Servicing her needs before his own. It would take a lot of physical manipulation to get him hard without that element. This girl, no matter how young and beautiful, could never do that for him. "I don't understand. A few minutes ago..." I rolled my eyes, unable to remain patient with the clueless little slut. "I already told you. You aren't his type. Perhaps if you'd not been so enamored with his looks, you'd realized that he was just being polite at the party. Because that's how I've trained him to be around ladies." I sighed, realizing that I could care less how this slutty girl behaved. It wasn't my place to teach her how to act with dignity. "Precious, go wait for me in the bedroom. I'll be there in a minute. Say goodnight to your little failed experiment." "Goodnight, Crystal. I'm sorry..." I snapped my fingers once. I'd trained him to quit doing whatever annoying or bad thing he was doing when he heard that snap. He responded by stopping mid-sentence and shuffling off to the bedroom. "I apologize for my pet's behavior. He'll think twice before flirting again, after he gets the cropping coming to him." Crystal's jaw dropped in an over-exaggerated expression of horror. "Oh, please. You're not that innocent. Besides, the cropping is what he wanted. He was using you to bait me into it. It's the other part that he wasn't counting on. But I needed to uncover the truth in front of everyone. To once again affirm it to him, as much as you. He doesn't just choose this lifestyle. For him, it's the way he's wired. He couldn't fake his way into a vanilla relationship." I helped Crystal put on her coat, then walked to my purse to retrieve a twenty dollar bill. "For a cab. You've earned it." Crystal took the money from my hand and nodded. She looked a little like she'd seen a ghost, poor girl. If nothing else, maybe it taught her that people weren't always what they appeared. I watched her disappear into a cab and turned my attention to the sub waiting in my bedroom. It was going to be a long night. I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I was a little aroused in anticipation of the upcoming session. And I knew my sub was already dripping pre-cum all over the bedspread. Turning off the lights in the living room, I entered the master bedroom where my pet was waiting. He was on his knees on the floor, indicating that he was genuinely repentant. "I gave her cash for her cab fare and watched her get into the vehicle. I knew you'd just worry if I didn't tell you that." Patrick nodded, keeping his eyes glued to the floor. "I didn't want to do that to you, but you keep insisting on playing this little game. Have you learned anything from this?" "She didn't deserve to endure that." "No, she didn't. But I'd do it all over again." Patrick sighed and lowered his head until it was inches from the floor. "I don't deserve you." "Probably not, but you're stuck with me just the same." I knew that he was smiling down there. I'd made the joke to shorten the distance between us. It wouldn't have done any good to continue to build myself up and make him feel worse than he already did. "I'm going to give you the cropping you want, but it's not going to be pleasant. When you think you've reached your limit, that's when I start over with the count. Twice as many for involving an unsuspecting girl." His body was already trembling. His forehead lowered to rest on the carpet. "Tell me what you're thinking right now." "I don't know. How pathetic I was to even acknowledge that girl. She's not ... I couldn't ..." "Shhhh. I know, Precious. It's okay." "I love you, Dee." "I know you do. And I know you didn't mean to lead that girl on. It's just an old habit for you." His breakdown was partly brought on by his nervousness about the beating. He has always been most vulnerable just before a punishment. We've had our most real discussions at those times. I knelt on one knee and lifted his chin up to look at me. "I love you, Patrick. You're a devoted pet. I couldn't ask for a better lover or partner." "Then, please..." I knew what he was asking for. "Not now, Precious. Now, over the end of the bed. If you take this well, I'll consider allowing you to come. After me, of course." "Yes, mistress." I grinned at his response. He rarely called me that. We found that it was just too easy for him to use the name in public if he made it a habit in private. I preferred Dee, instead. It was short for Domina, Domme, Dominatrix. And since it was also short for Deirdre, no one suspected anything. I retrieved the crop and donned a pair of gloves, taking my time while he waited with his bare bottom exposed. "How many do you think you deserve, my naughty little pet?" It was a question with no good answer, and he knew it. He had no choice but to answer, however. "Fifty?" I was surprised by the high number. Cropping for punishment was harsh. Fifty strokes would be very difficult to take, the way I delivered them. "I think that's fair. One hundred total, then." Patrick gasped and lifted his head from the mattress, earning himself a swift crop to the back of the neck. "Ow!" "Yes, ow. You know better than to challenge my judgment. I told you the punishment would be double." I was sort of playing dirty, but I refused to feel guilty about that. He'd goaded me into this, after all. "Are you ready?" "Yes, mistress." "Who loves you?" "You do, mistress. More than I deserve." He added that last part to our ritual and it made me beam with pride. For many couples this sort of activity can become too rehearsed. We did it infrequently enough to keep it fresh, but adding little sincere declarations helped, too. I started off with medium strokes. It was a bit jarring to him at first, but it also set the proper tone. This wasn't play. It was punishment. I'd only had to do this two other times, and neither of those were a hundred strokes. This was going to test both our limits. Gradually, I increased the intensity until I found a rhythm of swift, harsh lashes. Counting out fifty of those, I then dialed down the speed and strength of each stroke for the remainder of his punishment. By the time I was delivering the last ten, his body was covered in a sheen of perspiration, his fists gripping the bedspread with his face buried in the down. I'd endured his whimpering and sobbing during the heavier strokes and at this point, I just wanted it to be over. I didn't particularly enjoy delivering pain. I'd say that Patrick was further down that continuum by twice as much as I was. He was known to ejaculate from a medium whipping. While it gave me a mild thrill to do that for him, it wasn't my first choice of activities. And this...punishment...didn't give either of us a hard-on. But what it lacked in that area, it made up for in bringing us closer together. We probably both needed this session. I'll never admit that to him, but it's true. We'd been struggling to keep our relationship D/s. It was too easy to slip into an equal partnership when you both worked, contributed to the household, had enormous respect for each other, and were generally best friends. We needed sessions like this to remind us both how things needed to remain between us. Wired Patrick wanted me to collar him. That's what he'd asked for before his punishment. He wants to be 24/7, with some minor adjustments. Frankly, it scares me. It's a lot of responsibility. For both of us, not just me. I just don't know if we're ready for all that. I keep waiting for a sign or something to assure me. I applied salve to Patrick's flaming buttocks. Each time he flinched, I winced. I was immensely glad that he couldn't see me doing it. It wasn't very Domme-like to be that squeamish about a cropping. I just didn't want to hurt him. But as I looked over his marked behind, I realized that I'd done just that. I went too far. Tears started to well up and I quickly stood. I needed to put the salve away and thought it'd be a good time to get my shit together. Patrick's hand reached out to grab my wrist just as I was turning. I tried to hide my face from him. "I'll be right back. I need to put this away." "No, you don't." Patrick yanked the salve from my hand and pulled me to the bed. "Stop hiding, Dee." Tears that had been teetering on the edge of my lashes tumbled down my cheeks. "Please, Patrick. I can't look you in the face after hurting you like that." All my insecurities were bubbling to the surface at once. My fear of hurting him physically, of screwing up his head, of ruining this perfect man forever. "You didn't hurt me, Dee. I'm okay. A little humbled, maybe, but otherwise, really okay." "I went too far this time." Patrick shook his head. "You made it count. That's what you're supposed to do. That's what I want. What I need, to be perfectly honest." "It's hard for me." "I know. That's what makes it so damn humbling. That you'd do it, anyway. For me. Even though you hate it." Patrick pulled my face to his for a deep kiss, his tongue slipping into my mouth uninvited. When he ended the kiss, I eyed him curiously. "You're not alone in the decision making. I'm here, too. I could've stopped you. I would've, if it had gotten to be too much...Which was in about 10 more strokes." We both chuckled at that. "I'm not a child. I'm responsible for how I feel, and act. I'll never lay that on you, blame you for my actions or inactions. God, I could never do that to you, Dee. I respect you too much. I know you feel the same about me." "Baby, I'm afraid." "Me, too. But I'm afraid not to do this." It was like we'd had an entire conversation about collaring before we spoke about it. That's how our minds worked. I knew that was what he had on his mind even before he mentioned responsibility. "What if this really works for us?" "What if it doesn't?" "Then we go back to the way things are today. No regrets." "We'll never be able to go back." "Okay. We go forward. We redefine our relationship. Get married, maybe." I reeled as though he'd slapped me in the face. "Married? Where did that come from?" Patrick flashed me that million dollar smile of his. "I don't know. We don't have to limit ourselves to just kink, do we?" "No, but...you don't want to marry someone who's going to be 50 when you're turning 35." "How is that different than being the 32 year old slave of a 47 year-old mistress?" "Don't you want to have kids someday?" "Fuck, no. I have my hands full with you." "You better watch it." I pointed my finger at his face, a little too close to his mouth because he easily lunged forward and nipped it playfully. "Ow! Brat!" I slapped his chest and he pulled me onto his lap. That's when I realized how hard his cock was. I looked down at his erection. "What the hell...?" Patrick shrugged. "I always get that way when we talk about our future. It's exciting to me." I looked into his hopeful eyes. There was no fear or hesitation there. Just pure excitement. "Do you really think we can make this work?" "I know we can." In that moment all his confidence seemed to seep into me. "Okay." "Really?" "Yeah. We'll start shopping for collars tomorrow. Ultimately, it's my decision, though. And we're not going to have a cheesy ceremony, or anything like that." "If you say so." I cocked my head to the side and tapped his chin firmly. "I say so." "Yes, my beautiful mistress." "That's better." "I love you." "I love you, too. Now put that talented tongue to work on something more useful. Like getting me off." "Gladly." My mind drifted off as his tongue swirled around my folds before zeroing in on my clit. It was how I'd taught him to do it, but he'd added a lot of his own skill to perfect it. He attacked my cunt with a single-minded focus that always left me dizzy, but this time he was positively on fire. My climax was nothing short of explosive. I kept my promise to him; I let him come ... while humping my leg. Then made him clean it up with his tongue. He was semi-hard again by the time he finished licking my leg. It was how we were wired.