really didn’t want. I want your respect and yes, I like to have the final
say in….” he paused, “….most things.” He shrugged.
“So, you Tarzan, me Jane,” I said in my best Tarzan voice.
We laughed and he rolled on top of me.
“You think you are so funny, don’t you little one?”
He slowly raised my arms over my head and slid my wrists in
restraints he had tied to the head board. “Let’s see how funny you are now.” I
couldn’t stop him if I tried. But I wouldn’t have tried anyway.
Liam
I wasn’t sure she would let me tie
her up, but she didn’t resist. She was so open to me and open to trying new
things. I made love to her, cherishing every inch of her body. She may have
been tied to the bed but she consumed me.
I released her hands and we slept for several hours. When I
woke again she was sitting next to me with her knees to her chest, just staring
at me.
“What time is it?” I asked. She looked over at my alarm
clock.
“4:23.”
“I feel like I have been run over by a freight train,” I
buried my face in my pillow.
“How did you become a Dominant?” she asked.
“What?” I asked and laughed in my pillow.
“How did you get involved with this lifestyle? Were they
recruiting Dominants on your college campus or something?” We both laughed and
I moved so my head was in her lap.
“I wasn’t unloved or abused if that is what you’re
thinking,” I said.
“I’m not thinking anything, I just want to know.”
“Well I always had the caveman issues, as you call them. I
noticed that about myself in high school.” I rolled so I was leaning on my right
elbow facing her. “I met Will my second year of college, and he told me about
this club. I begged him for months to take me, and he finally did. The club was
in Amsterdam. We went on Spring Break. It looked like an abandoned warehouse.
But when we went inside it was very different. Everything was draped in red
velvet and black furniture. In the middle of the room was a stage and there
were three separate scenes being played out. I didn’t even know what a scene
was at the time. There was a woman shackled to a wooden frame, naked,
blindfolded, and being whipped by a man.”
“In the middle was a man on his knees, wearing assless chaps
and a dog collar, kissing the leather boots of this woman dressed all in
leather. And on the other side there was a threesome with three men. There were
four big rooms like this, with people sitting around watching, some having
their own experiences, some just talking. Down the hall was a long row of
rooms…..peep show rooms. Each room had chairs and a tinted window. Behind the
windows were women, men, couples, threesomes, and even groups of people, each
room was different, all creating their own scenes. Upstairs there were private
rooms….private meaning smaller, less than ten people in each room, mostly
couples.” She just sat there spell bound not saying anything, completely
captivated by my description.
“I was completely turned on….who wouldn’t be. I wanted to
know more, I wanted to be part of it. Will told me if this was something I
really wanted to learn about he could show me.” I took a breath. “I trained as
a submissive for two years.”
“You as a submissive, I can’t even picture that.”
“Well in order to dominate, you must learn to serve. After
two years of submitting, I trained for another year as a Dominant, under a woman,
named Samantha Whitman.”
“You trained under a woman?” she asked.
“Yes. She was mean, she didn’t take any shit from me, and
she demanded perfection.”
“Do you still see her?” I could tell she was concerned.
“No. I left her after the year of training, and I haven’t
seen her in six years.”
“And then you started buying women?” She laughed, but I
didn’t.
“No. I told you, you were the first and only. From then on I
just had subs. But after years of that, I wanted something more. And again Will
was there to