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“
Should
we get you on your hands and knees now?” Danica asked.

“
Yes,
Mistress,” the man replied.

“
You
know what it means when I put you on your hands and knees?”

“
Yes,
Mistress.”

“
Cheyenne.”
She turned her attention, and I jumped, both startled and fearful of
what she might ask of me. “If you'd like to take a bathroom
break, now would be the time. It's going to take a few minutes to get
him ready for the next part of our session.” Danica had already
begun working on the knots that kept the man restrained.

“
Yes,
Mistress,” I said almost reflexively, then felt embarrassed for
it.

She grinned at me
over the man's body, and I quickly stood to leave the room, wondering
if I should come back to witness the rest. To be honest, I wanted to
see it. But I didn't want her to know I wanted to see it, so I
decided to stay away for the remainder of the performance, retreating
to the living room to watch television after I finished using the
bathroom.

I kept the volume on
low, listening for a few minutes. I heard nothing but the faint sound
of Danica's voice. The man was silent as ever, bearing the pain with
amazing reservation.

No wonder Damien
didn't want to do this stuff. That was absolutely horrible. I would
never enjoy torturing a man's balls, though the idea of having him
restrained is appealing. What would I do to Damien Reed if I had him
helpless?

I allowed my mind to
wander, going to dark places it had never been before. It was hard to
picture Damien being submissive. He just wasn't built for it. Still,
I did my best to manipulate the image in my mind.

About thirty minutes
later, Danica emerged from the dungeon with the man at her heels. He
was fully dressed, but was wearing a different hood. This one had
holes for his eyes.

They went straight
to the garage, and I listened to the man's heavy breathing as he
helped move the new cross into the dungeon. I could only assume he
had also helped move the bondage table out. When they were done, he
disappeared through the front door, and Danica returned to me,
looking amused.

“
You
didn't come back,” she noted. “Too intense for you?”

“
A
bit.”

“
Maybe
you're not cut out to be a Domme after all.”

“
I
suppose not.”

But despite my
words, I thought about it all that afternoon. Images of Danica and
the man played in my mind until I went to bed. Then I found myself
sitting in front of my computer after school the next day researching
it even more.

Apparently, the
things Danica had done were pretty standard. While I wasn't into the
idea of genital torture, the idea of being able to do whatever I
wanted to a restrained man was intriguing. And it wasn't long before
I figured out what I wanted for my birthday.

RESTRAINED

“
No,”
Damien said, scowling.

“
Oh,
come on. It will only be for a little while,” I pleaded.

“
No
means no means no,” he insisted.

“
Why
not?” I crossed my arms over my chest, huffing.

“
I
am the Dominant. You are the submissive. The submissive does not
control the Dominant.”

“
But
it's for my birthday. You asked what I wanted, and I'm telling you.”

“
What
you're asking of me would be like me asking you for anal sex.”

“
It's
not like I'm going to stick anything up your butt.”

“
I
don't care. It's the principal of the matter.”

“
You're
no fun.” I sulked.

“
Now,
tell me what else you'd like. I don't have a lot of time to go
shopping.”

“
There's
nothing else I want.”

He sighed, leaning
back against the sofa. “Why do you have to be so difficult?”

“
I
thought it was a rather reasonable request. It's not going to cost
you anything.”

“
Why
do you want to do it anyway? Did Danica get to you? I was afraid to
let you go with her, but I didn't think she'd turn you.”

“
She
didn't turn me. I just . . .” I looked away from him.

“
You
just what, wanted to experiment with me? Sorry, she already pitched
me that line,” his voice was harsh.

“
No.
That's not it at all,” I said, offended.

“
Then
what?”

I paused, feeling a
bit uncomfortable to admit it aloud, “I want a part of you that
she hasn't had.”

He was silent for a
moment, thinking. “It would be a really big deal for me to give
up control.”

“
And
that's why it's so important to me. I know you've never done it
before. At least, she made it sound like you've never done it before.
That's why it would be such a great gift.”

Damien sighed again,
“You do realize that if I do this, I'm so asking you for anal
for my birthday.”

I giggled, “Sure,
I'll give it to you up the butt for your birthday.”

“
Cheyenne,
I'm serious. You're asking me to do something that's going to make me
very uncomfortable.”

“
Why
would it make you uncomfortable? You trust me, don't you?”

He hesitated, making
me feel absolutely horrible.

“
You
don't trust me,” I said.

“
It's
not that. It's not you,” he stumbled over his words. “I
just don't trust anyone to that degree.”

“
I
promise I won't shove anything up your butt.”

“
Then
what would you do to me?”

“
I
don't know. I haven't thought that far in advance yet.”

“
You're
lying.” He furrowed his brow.

“
No.
Really. I mean, flogging you might be nice, but I really don't know.
I haven't thought much past the point of actually having you tied
up.”

“
Well,
that doesn't make any sense.”

“
It
doesn't matter. It's what I want.”

I felt like we were
at a stalemate. He wasn't going to budge, and I truly didn't want
anything else from him. The best I could hope for was to salvage the
rest of the evening.

“
My
father is coming home tomorrow. I want you to meet him,” I
changed the subject.

“
Another
request I'm not very comfortable with.”

“
Comfortable
with it or not, you agreed to it. You'll come over for an early
dinner on Friday, around six o'clock. Afterward, I'm taking you to
meet my mother.”

“
Both
parents in one night. Double whammy,” he sounded genuinely
unhappy.

“
I'm
celebrating my birthday with them on Friday, and I want you to be
there. We've been together for a while now, and they still haven't
met you.”

“
Don't
you think they'll have issues with me being older?”

“
My
mother doesn't care. My father doesn't know, and if I don't tell him,
I doubt he'll figure it out. You don't look your age.”

“
But
I look older than you.”

“
By
a few years. It's normal for a girl to date a guy who is a few years
older than her.”

“
Fine.
I'll meet your parents,” he relented.

“
I
told them you're my boyfriend, so I'll expect you to play the part.”

“
So
demanding. Are you sure Danica didn't get in your head?” he
teased, pinching my side.

I swatted his hand
away. “I think it's good that I'm being more open and honest
with you about what I want.”

“
I
suppose.”

“
What?
Would you have me silent, barefoot, and pregnant in the kitchen?”

He arched an
eyebrow, and I couldn't tell if the look was sarcastic or disturbed.
“I'd rather you be bound and gagged in the bedroom.”

“
Friday.
My house. Six o'clock. Wear something nice. I want you to make a good
impression,” I said before leaning forward to give him a sloppy
kiss on the lips.

“
Yes,
ma'am.”

On Thursday, my
father arrived home from another long run on the road. He greeted me
with tempered enthusiasm, probably still weary from the road. By
Friday, he was in a much better mood, though that could have been
entirely because it was my birthday. Whatever the case, he seemed a
lot happier.

When I got home that
afternoon, I took a quick shower and then went to work cooking
dinner. My father had offered to take me out to eat for my birthday,
but I really wanted to make dinner for the two most important men in
my life. Perhaps it seemed a bit strange, but it meant a lot to me,
watching them both enjoy a meal I prepared with my own hands.
Hopefully, they'd get along, and the evening would be perfect.

The doorbell rang at
promptly six o'clock. Damien was punctual as ever. He was dressed to
impress in a pair of black skinny jeans and a beige sweater with
black loafers. His hair was neatly spiked, but he still had his five
o'clock shadow. Apparently, shaving hadn't been part of cleaning up.
Regardless, he looked more put together than normal.

When I opened the
door, he smiled warmly at me, though I could see the discomfort
behind his eyes. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, I could tell
he was nervous about meeting my father. I couldn't help but wonder
when was the last time he'd been introduced to a girl's parents.

“
Mister
Grear,” Damien greeted my father in the living room. He had
been sitting on the sofa watching television and promptly stood when
Damien and I entered the room. They shook hands, locking eyes in a
very awkward manner.

“
Mister
Reed, it's a pleasure to finally meet you,” my father replied
before releasing Damien and taking his seat on the sofa. Damien sat
in the armchair.

“
The
pleasure is mine. Cheyenne tells me you're an over the road truck
driver. It sounds like hard work.”

“
Not
so much hard as it is long.”

Phew. They're
talking and getting along. Good deal.

“
I'm going to
leave you boys alone for a bit while I finish setting the table,”
I said before leaning down to give Damien a kiss on the cheek and
then retreating to the kitchen.

When the table was
set, I called them into the dining room for dinner. We started with a
simple garden salad, though my father barely touched his. The main
course was roast beef with mashed potatoes, and dessert was yellow
birthday cake with chocolate icing that my father had bought earlier
in the day when he had gone out to get groceries for the dinner. Most
of the meal was spent in silence. While the ambiance was pleasant, I
could tell that both men were a bit uncomfortable in each other's
presence.

When dinner was
over, my father gave me a birthday card with fifty dollars in it.
That had been his customary gift ever since I turned sixteen. I
wasn't sure if it was because he felt he had lost touch with me, or
because he just thought that money was the best gift for a woman
grown. Whatever the case, I took it graciously and thanked him,
giving him a big hug and kiss upon the cheek.

Before we left,
Damien and my father exchanged goodbyes. Things couldn't have gone
more smoothly. While I couldn't tell if my father truly liked Damien
or not, he hadn't scowled at him or said anything demeaning or
degrading, so I took that as a good sign.