(b)
Breast torture/nipple torture
(c)
Crotch torture
(d)
Anal torture
(e)
Figging
(f)
Private humiliation/degradation
(g)
Binding, tying or other forms of immobilisation
(h)
Enemas
(i)
Any other method agreed to by both the submissive and the Dominant
10.20.200 submissive’s Signature
_______________________________________________
(submissive’s signature and date)
10.20.300 Dominant’s Signature
_______________________________________________
(Dominant’s signature and date)
Rose Hester signed her name with a flourish then handed the pen over to Nathan who, with a quick stroke, added his own name to the contract.
“Satisfied?” she asked.
“Very. As long as you are, that is,” he responded, taking her into his arms and kissing her soundly. “So, when you first came to my house as a birthday gift, did you ever think you’d become a permanent part of my life?” he murmured into her ear.
Rose giggled, remembering her first encounter with Nathan. When Joe Dunes had suggested she give Nathan a birthday massage, Rose had jumped at the chance to land a new client. As a certified massage therapist, she had decided against working at a slick spa in St. Louis that charged outrageous prices and catered only to the rich. Instead, she’d purchased a portable massage table, mixed her own oils, and hung out her shingle. She’d planned to offer at-home massages to the average person for a reasonable fee. Nathan had been one of her first customers.
“No, but I’m so glad you consider me ‘permanent’,” she answered. “So, when is our first play event?”
Nathan threw back his head and roared. Rose smiled, loving the rich sound of his laughter.
“Anxious little slut, aren’t you?” he asked.
Rose nodded.
“You’re just going to have to wait a bit, ‘cause I’ve got a few errands to run. In the meantime, I expect you to prepare for my return,” he commanded.
“And when might that be?” she enquired, her little pink tongue darting out to moisten her lips.
“When I’m good and ready,” he answered sternly. Deftly, he spun her around and, with a sharp slap to her bottom, pushed her in the direction of the bathroom. “But when I return, I expect you showered, shaved, naked, lubricated and ready. Questions?”
“No, Sir,” she said, with a saucy grin.
Once she was standing in the shower, Rose luxuriated in the feel of the hot water and scented, soft lather. She disliked the harsh chemicals commonly found in commercial brands, so she used only organically made soaps. Carefully, she shaved her legs, underarms and pubic area—just as prescribed in the contract. Smiling to herself, Rose remembered how Nathan had argued against the contract. He didn’t want her to feel obligated to please him or trapped into doing something she really didn’t want to do. After days of badgering, arguing and cajoling, she had finally managed to make him understand that a written document would satisfy her need for order. She would not feel trapped at all, but rather…free. Funny, most people would think that the Dominant in a relationship would want the contract, not the submissive. But then again, most people didn’t understand her at all.
Humming slightly off key, Rose stepped out of the shower and dried herself with a big, fuzzy towel. She scooped her fingers into a jar of coconut oil scented with her own perfume and liberally worked the soothing moisturiser into her skin. Conscious of her newly signed contract, she also coated her pussy and anus with Nathan’s favourite lubricant, not that she needed much. Her thighs were already glistening with her own honey.
Now what do I do?
Needing something to occupy herself, Rose wandered into Nathan’s bedroom with the intent of changing the sheets on his bed. Freshly laundered sheets always felt lovely against bare skin. Propped against a pillow, though, lay an envelope with her name scrawled across the flap.
“I should have known he’d leave instructions,” she murmured, grinning with anticipation.
Rose,
By now you are showered, shaved and properly lubricated. You are also looking for something to do to keep yourself busy and out of trouble while you wait for
me to return. In fact, you’re probably ready to do some laundry or clean something.
Rose laughed. Without a doubt, Nathan understood her need to stay busy, not to mention her almost compulsive cleaning habits.
I want you, however, to remember that your first priority is to act as my submissive. To that end, you will go to my dresser, open the top left drawer and remove a package wrapped in pink paper.
“Okay,” Rose said, following the directions. Sure enough, she found the package.
When you open the present—and yes, it is a present for you—you will understand what to do with it. I should return in about an hour, at which time I will expect my gift to be in its proper place, my floors swept, the kitchen spotless, the bed turned down and you kneeling three feet from the front door ready to welcome me.
I love you, Nathan
PS You will NOT orgasm in my absence.
Curious and more excited than ever, Rose carefully removed the pink wrapping, taking care not to rip the paper. For a moment, she could do nothing except stare at the gift.
A butt plug. Seriously?
He wanted her to insert a plug into her ass and then clean his house? Rose re-read the letter just to be sure she understood Nathan’s instructions. She had told him that she was ready to be challenged.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she said, “Well, this is what you wanted. Besides…Nathan—or rather, Sir—will understand if you really don’t want to do this. Good Lord, I’m talking to myself again.” She began to pace. Suddenly, she stopped and glanced in the mirror once more before nodding and making her decision. Reaching around to run a finger over her anus, she felt confident in the amount of lubrication she had applied earlier. Rose picked up her gift, took a deep breath and slowly inserted the plug. Graciously, Nathan had chosen a fairly small plug so, despite the initial discomfort, Rose’s body soon accepted the rude intrusion. Rose sighed deeply, feeling a seductive warmth begin to grow in the centre of her being—a full feeling that left her excited and trembling.
How on earth will I be able to move about and clean without having an
orgasm?
she thought as she began to sweep Nathan’s floors.
* * * *
An hour later and panting heavily, she knelt—head bowed, nipples hard and pussy dripping—as she heard Nathan step through his front door. Immediately, she leaned slightly forward, kissed his crotch then resumed her kneeling position. She felt Nathan’s hand upon her head, grasping a handful of her red hair. He tilted her head back, bent down and kissed her hard. When he released her, she knew her eyes were glazed with desire.
“Have you been good?” he quietly asked.
“Mostly, Sir, yes,” she answered, a blush rising to her cheeks.
“Stand up and explain yourself,” he demanded, frowning.
“I did as you instructed, but I failed in one aspect,” she admitted.
“And that was?”
Taking a deep breath, Rose hung her head in shame for a moment before squaring her shoulders and looking up at him. Quietly she said, “I had a few orgasms without your permission.”
For a moment, Nathan said nothing and Rose squirmed beneath his gaze. “How many?”
“Four,” she admitted.
“Why?”
“Oh, Nathan…I mean, Sir,” she babbled, “I couldn’t help it. I’ve never worn a plug before. I had no idea how wonderful it would feel to be so full and whenever I moved I felt it inside me and before I even realised it, I was coming.”
“You know what this means, don’t you?” he asked.
Rather than answering, she dropped her head again and nodded.
“Then get ready,” he instructed.
Swiftly, Rose walked to the bedroom and placed two pillows in the centre of the bed. She climbed on top of them, her ass elevated. She buried her face in her arms and waited, her pussy dripping with her excitement.
Nathan grinned and rubbed his hands together. Damn, he was a lucky man. As soon as he had walked in the door and seen Rose naked, her head bowed, his cock had grown hard. He’d known she would never make it through the hour without having at least one orgasm. He wasn’t angry with her. Hell, he had never been angry with her. The first time she’d looked at him with those big, green eyes, he’d known she would be his. Okay, she was a bit odd with her need for neatness, her weird ability of knowing what the weather was going to do or ‘seeing’ a person’s past—not to mention her sketchy history—but she was also everything Nathan wanted in a woman. She was smart, kind-hearted, knew how to stand up for herself, and was sexy as well. Didn’t hurt any that she also seemed to be a natural submissive who craved order and structure, something he knew she had lacked throughout her childhood.
Walking into the sparkling kitchen, Nathan grabbed a beer, popped it open and slowly drank it. In his mind, he could see her, trembling with excitement, waiting for him naked—her bottom raised and exposed, the base of the butt plug clearly visible. It took all his willpower to lounge about in the kitchen, but he knew that anticipation would make her even more excited and anxious to please him. Glancing at the clock, he decided that he’d make her wait five more minutes, then her ass was his.
Rose took deep, calming breaths and waited. She heard Nathan’s footsteps, the refrigerator door opening. She listened as he popped the tab on a can, likely of beer. With each passing moment, she became wetter. Finally, she heard him enter the bedroom.
“Three times you came?” he questioned.
“No, Sir. Four,” she mumbled.
“Five for each time then. Prepare.”
Rose nodded her understanding and willed herself to relax. Only twenty swats.
My Lord is kind.
Expecting his hand to come down on her upturned ass, Rose squealed in surprise when she felt the hard kiss of his leather belt. After the first five lashes, Nathan stopped and rubbed a gentle hand over her stinging cheeks.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, and Rose sighed with pleasure.
After five more stripes, she no longer sighed but squeezed her eyes shut, allowing only a few tears to escape and run down her cheeks.
Now, she heard the unmistakable metallic sound of Nathan’s zipper. He was undressing. Soon, he’d enter her and all pain would morph into mind-blowing pleasure. Just thinking about his cock inside her made her tremble and her thighs shine with renewed wetness.
Nathan tapped the plug, causing her to jump. He leaned on top of her, his naked chest heavy on her back.
“Not going to come yet, are you?” he murmured into her ear.
“No, Sir,” she breathed, biting her lip and praying that she could keep her word.
He raised himself from her and deftly delivered five more lashes with a lighter hand. She didn’t quite know when the pain had transformed, but pure pleasure radiated throughout her being. Nathan grabbed the plug, spun it and she moaned.
“Please, Sir. I can’t take much more,” she begged.
Slowly, he pulled. She cried out, suddenly bereft from the loss of fullness.
“You’ll take more, Rose. You’ll take much more,” he promised as he positioned himself behind her, the tip of his latex-covered cock pushing against her open anus.
Rose screamed, pushing towards him while he plunged his penis within her.
“Please, please let me come!” she cried, her vision already blurred by a bevy of brilliant colours. She heard Nathan’s laugh from resonate from his throat as she continued to beg him for release.