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  “Of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be?”

  “Because Nikki and I didn’t have a normal relationship. I’ve never had a normal relationship with anyone I’ve ever been with.”

  “I don’t know what that means.”

  “It means I’m a Dom, Hannah. I was a Dom and Nikki was my submissive. That’s the lifestyle I live and it isn’t exactly easy to find people who live that type of lifestyle.”

  “Hmmm, a Dom. Yeah, I could definitely see it. You certainly have plenty of dominant characteristics. I can’t really say I’m surprised.”

  “Really? What do you know about the lifestyle?”

  “Nothing really, but it’s something that’s always intrigued me.”

  “Is that right? I have to say that that’s more than a little surprising to me.”

  “Really? Why?”

  “You’re kidding, right? Look at you. When I see you, I see cute, sweet, and innocent. Definitely not someone who would be into whips, chains, and everything else that comes with the BDSM lifestyle.”

  “Well, I’m not sure what you mean by sweet and innocent. Sure, I’m not a whore, but that doesn’t mean that things don’t interest me. It’s been sort of a dark secret of mine for a long time. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gotten off to bondage scenes on my laptop.”

  “If I’m being honest, you probably would make a very good submissive.”

  “You think so?”

  “There is no doubt in my mind.”

  “Would you teach me?”

  Her question caught me off guard. I thought she was just asking questions in an attempt to get to know me. I’m not going to lie, though. The thought of seeing her on all fours while I used a belt to make her ass bright red or being strapped to a St. Andrews cross was almost enough to make me hard.

  “Are you sure?” I asked her. “Once we get started with something like that, there’s really no turning back.

  “I’m sure. Like I said, it’s something that’s always intrigued me. Where else would I find someone who’s actually experienced with the lifestyle. To me, you seem like the perfect person to teach me.”

  “If you’re serious, then yes, I’d love to teach you. One thing you must know, however, is that once you’re sub, you belong to me. Is that understood?”

  “You mean like you would own me?”

  “Yes,” I said, before realizing how ironic the question was. I had bought her at the auction, but now she was wanting to be owned for real.

  I told Hannah that I was going to ease her into things by having her ask me questions about the lifestyle and my personal experiences.

  Over the next few days, she asked plenty of questions and I could tell that she was excited to be starting on the journey to being a sub. She was so into it, that her questions were almost non-stop, but that was okay. As a Dom, I practiced patience and took the time to answer any questions she had for me.

  Although I was beginning to tell that she was naturally submissive, she was not a masochist whatsoever. At least not yet. I decided that what she needed was to learn who she truly was and I was going to help her figure that out in a safe, sane, and secure way.

  With that in mind, I focused my teachings on the importance of trust and her being open with me at all times. It was important that she let me know what she needed just as much as her knowing what I wanted out of her.

  I was also able to tell that she’s a pleaser. It was part of her personality, but it wasn’t something that she had released fully. She was already impressing me as a sub. She always listened when I spoke and thought about her questions and really took my answers to heart.

  As she got more and more comfortable, she began asking me about my experiences. I didn’t tell her much about Nikki, but my other experiences were fair game.

  I could see the twinkle in her eyes when I would tell her about some of the things I’d done as a Dom. I explained to her that I was a sadist and told her what that entailed. She looked concerned and I told her that not all submissives are into that and that’s okay. The women that I interacted with were the types that not only wanted the pain that only a sadist could deliver, but they needed it.

  It didn’t matter whether I was using my hand, whip, cane, belt, or any other object. As long as I was giving them what they needed, that was all that mattered. I also explained that everyone has their kinks and the fact that she is interested in bondage is nothing to be ashamed of.

  We discussed that although she was giving up power to me, she still had to agree that everything was fine. It didn’t matter if we were in a private bedroom or out at a public club, she always had the ability to stop what was happening with the use of a safe word.

  While most people have specific safe words, I thought it would be easier for her if we kept things simple. We focused on the fact that if she ever said red, everything would stop immediately. On the same token, yellow would tell me to slow down but keep going and if she ever uttered green, that meant all is well.

  One afternoon, I had to go into the office to bring in my paperwork. On the way home, I stopped by my place to pick up my toy bag. I figured it was enough to really get started and take things to a new level.

  10

  Hannah

  A couple of weeks into our training, I woke up around 3:00 in the morning. I’d been doing it for a bit because I liked the quiet and solitude that came in the middle of the night. It allowed me to think and focus my thoughts on what I had learned that day.

  I was lying on my bed when I heard Reed yell out from his bedroom. He wasn’t calling out for me, but I could tell that something wasn’t right. I ran to his bedroom just in time to see him sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes and propping himself up against his headboard.

  “Is everything okay?” I asked him, moving to his side and putting my hand on his back.

  “Yeah, I was just having a bad dream.”

  “Do you want to talk about it?”

  “I don’t know. I’m not sure you’d want to hear about it. It was about Nikki. I have these dreams from time to time.”

  At my insistence, he’d told me quite a bit about Nikki, but always focused on her time being his sub. He never went into details about what happened, but I really wanted to know.

  “I want to know, Reed. It’s important to me. You said it yourself. It’s vital to be open and honest. I want to be here for you so please let me do that.”

  “Only if you’re sure you want to hear it. I don’t want you looking at me in a different light.”

  “I won’t. I promise. I only want to be here for you.”

  “Well, I was dreaming about the last time I ever saw Nikki. I can remember the day very clearly. I’d bought her a ring and it was the day I was going to propose to her. I was very excited and had even bought her this amazing ring when I was overseas. I was ready to commit to her in every way. I went all out. I stopped and bought a huge bouquet of her favorite flowers and a huge stuffed panda bear, since that was her favorite animal.”

  “That sounds really nice.”

  “It was and I was looking forward to her reaction. She was still at work so I used my key to get into her apartment. I was going to set up a fun little scavenger hunt that would lead her to her flowers, the bear, and then finally to me, where I would be down on one knee ready to ask her to marry me.

  While I was getting everything set up, her phone began to ring. Normally I would answer it if I was there, but I was so busy with my plans that I just let it go to her answering machine. After four rings, I heard the machine pick up and then there was a message from her doctor. I still remember the exact words.

  Hello Nikki, this is Doctor Wickman from the Canyon Medical Center. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to reach you at work. I was just calling to confirm that we got your test results back and you are six weeks pregnant. Congratulations! Give the office a call and we will get you set up for your first prenatal visit.”

  “Oh wow, so she was pregnant? You must have been so exc
ited.”

  “Normally I would have been because we had talked about having a baby. There was just one problem, though. I’d been out of the country for a lot longer than the six weeks she’d been pregnant.”

  “Oh no.”

  “Exactly. Since I’d been gone for so long, there was only one explanation. She’d been fucking around on me while I was overseas. She was everything she promised she’d never be. She was a cheating whore. I can even remember when she came home and found me there.”

  “Oh my God, Reed! What a surprise! What are you doing here?” She asked.

  “Hey Nikki, I was just coming over to plan something special.”

  “Really? What is it?”

  “It’s a surprise. Before I tell you what it is, you have a message on your machine you might want to check.”

  “Nikki walked over and hit play on the answering machine, listening to the same message from her doctor that I’d already heard. She actually stopped the message as soon as she heard it was from her doctor.”

  “Why did you stop the message, Nikki? Don’t you want to find out what your doctor wanted?”

  “No, he was probably just calling to remind me that I have an appointment coming up or something. It doesn’t matter. What matters is you’re here so come ever here and give me a kiss!”

  “Nikki, I already heard the message. I’m sure you already know what it was about, but your doctor said you’re pregnant. Six weeks pregnant as a matter of fact. Of course, I’ve been gone a lot longer than that, so that means you cheated on me.”

  I was getting heated, but tried my best to keep my composure. I took a deep breath and continued.

  “What was your plan, Nikki? Were you going to act like you got knocked up when I got back and when you went into labor, claim the baby was coming early? That’s pretty fucked up.”

  “Reed, it isn’t what you think.”

  “Bullshit. How did I know you were going to say that to me? It isn’t what I think? It isn’t what it looks like? Well, you got knocked up while I was overseas, so unless you’ve got the second coming of Christ growing in your womb, it is exactly what the fuck it looks like. You have no clue why I’m even here, do you?”

  “No,” she replies, stone faced.

  “I’m here because I’m ready to pledge my life to you,” I say through gritted teeth as I reach in my pocket, pull out the ring box, and open it up in front of her. “I had this specially made for you and now what’s it worth? Absolutely nothing.”

  “You know what, Reed? This isn’t my fault. You’re the one to blame for this”

  “Excuse me? This is my fault?” I ask completely dumbfounded. “How in the hell could this be my fault? I didn’t put some other man’s cock inside of you.”

  “You are always leaving!”

  “Of course I am. This is what I do for a living. You know this. This is how we’ve always discussed that I’m going to support you and our future family. I go away for jobs now so I won’t have to later. This shouldn’t be a surprise for you.”

  “But you are gone all the time. You’re barely ever here with me! Do you know what that means? That means that you’re not meeting my needs. You’re not here to take care of me and protect me. Isn’t that what a Dom is supposed to do, after all? Isn’t a Dom supposed to protect, nurture, and love his sub? To be there for his sub when she needs him? You haven’t been here to do that so I had to get it elsewhere.”

  “Those words were the ones that broke me. With those few sentences, she had successfully stripped me of everything that being a Dom stands for. Instead of proposing to her that night, she made me feel as though I failed her.

  Hearing his story broke my heart and really made me feel for him. I climbed up onto his lap and wrapped my arms around him to hug him, pressing his face into my chest. Even though he was the Dom, I felt like I needed to give him some comfort .

  “Reed, you did absolutely nothing wrong,” I whispered into his ear. “She was the stupid one. It was all her fault.”

  “I know,” he replied softly, but I could tell he wasn’t sure whether or not he should believe his own words.

  I ran my hands through his hair.

  “Don’t let her win by making this all your fault. You’ve given her all the power to hold the key to your happiness and she doesn’t deserve it. Why does she get that power? Why does she get the satisfaction of knowing that she brought you to her knees? Didn’t she make you a promise when you put the collar around her neck? Didn’t she promise to communicate with you, to be there for you, to be faithful to you? Why is it your fault that she couldn’t keep her promise?”

  Reed pulled away from me and kissed me on my forehead.

  “Come here,” he whispered.

  He pulled me next to him on the bed, wrapped his arm around me and we laid there until we both fell into a peaceful sleep.

  11

  Reed

  Opening up to Hannah after the nightmare I had of Nikki was the best thing I could have done. In the days that followed, she was much more open to me and made it very clear that she wanted to please me.

  Once she was ready to take things to the next level, I decided to start slow, letting her have a bit of control because I knew she’d been hurt in the past.

  She began by exploring my body, which excited both of us. The touch of her fingers against mine stroked a fire in me that I thought had been dead and buried forever.

  I’ll never forget the first time she pulled her t-shirt over her head and straddled my lap. She kissed me from my ear, down to my jaw, and onto my lips. I moved my hands to her breasts and got turned on when I felt her nipples turn rock hard under my fingertips.

  She had the most perfect nipples I’d ever seen. As I took them into my mouth, I noted that they were the color of perfect pink roses against her alabaster skin. As I was sucking and biting on each nipple, she began grinding her hips into my lap, yearning for the release that only I could give her.

  Sliding my hands into her pants, I discovered she wasn’t wearing any panties.

  “You naughty girl, where is your underwear?” I asked playfully.

  “I didn’t see the need to wear any,” she replied, whispering softly into my ear with a little giggle thrown in at the end.

  Sliding my hand even further down, I ran my finger over her clit and discovered that she was completely soaked. I removed my hand, looked her directly in the eye, and tasted her juices off my finger. She tasted sweet and I knew it was a flavor I was going to become addicted to.

  I dipped my finger back down into her pussy and started to bring it to my mouth again. This time, she stopped me. Instead, she grabbed my hand and sucked her own juices off my finger.

  “Mmm,” she moaned as she tasted herself and I could feel myself begin to harden.

  I stood up off the bed and she locked her legs behind my back.

  “Hannah, I need more than just that little taste. Do you remember what I said about the safe words?”

  “Yes,” she replied, almost before I could even finish the sentence. She was just as eager as I was.

  I pulled her all the way over to the edge of the bed and worked her pants down her legs and tossed them onto the floor.

  “Are you sure this is okay?” I asked her, trying to reassure her that she was more than welcome to stop at any time.

  “Green,” was her only response.

  I stood up and looked at her laid out on the bed in front of me, completely naked. She was gorgeous. Easily the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. It was time to take things to another level.

  Reaching under the bed, I pulled out my bag and sat it on the mattress in front of her. I hadn’t discussed this bag with her so she gave it a quizzical look. I reached in and pulled out a silk scarf.

  “Are you okay?” I asked again.

  “Green.”

  “I want your sense of feeling to be amplified,” I told her as I tied the scarf around her eyes. “This is all about you.”

  Back into
my bag, I pulled out a set of nipple clamps. They had a long chain and a little bit of added weight that I thought would give her exactly what she needed.

  I tightened the screws around her nipples and heard her gasp. That’s when I knew they were attached perfectly.

  Next, I pulled out the deerskin flogger. I couldn’t wait to use it on her. I just knew that she’d love the feeling on her skin and with her pale complexion, it would make her skin blush all over.

  I must have been thinking about that longer than I realized because I’d gone silent and stopped moving at all.

  “Is something wrong, Reed?” Hannah asked.

  “Absolutely not,” I replied. “I was just admiring your body. You look so beautiful. How are you doing?”

  “Still very much green.”

  I took her hand and brought it to the flogger, letting her feel it.

  “This is my favorite flogger. Do you know what a flogger is?”

  “Yes.”

  “So you understand what I’m about to do with it then, right?”

  Hannah replied with a nod.

  “I’m sorry, Hannah. A nod doesn’t work for me. I’m going to need to hear your words.”

  “Oh God, green, green, green,” was her response, barely able to hold her excitement in anymore.

  I began at her feet and worked my way up her body, alternating between running the flogger across her skin, watching chills run through her, and giving her light smacks with it and watching her skin turn the perfect shade of pink.

  When she wasn’t expecting it, I gave the chain between the two nipple clamps a little yank. Every time I did it, she would gasp, but her legs would spread ever so slightly, letting me know that while it may have been a little painful, it was a lot more pleasurable for her.

  Her breathing started to become more of a pant and she started squirming. I knew she was ready for more. She was more than just ready, she needed more. I stopped messing with the clamps, slid my hand between her legs, and brushed two fingers over her clit.

  She let out a moan and thrust her hips upward at my touch. She made me feel things I hadn’t felt in years. As bad as she needed my touch at the moment, I may have needed hers even more.