Mine & Ours (7 page)

John walked into Sydney’s chambers, “Ma’am, the attorneys for both parties of the Lyons’ case have agreed to a change in trial date for next Tuesday.”

“Fine, thank you,” she whispered, as she continued to stare out the window, and focus her eyes on the county building across the street. “You said he called you?”

“Yes, this morning before he went to work, I’m guessing. He told me about his sub and wanted to see if I could help his sub with something and also share in a session.”

“And you agreed?” she still focused her eyes out the window.

“Yes, is there a problem?”

“But he’s not at the office now?”

“No, Ma’am, I called and his assistant, uh, Evelyn said that he and Mr. Reynolds went out to lunch and didn’t plan on returning to the office.”

Sydney wiped her eyes. “I should’ve never believed him,” she sniffed lightly. “Oh, what time is it?”

“Two, Ma’am. Are you sure you don’t want me to bring you something to eat?”

“Not really hungry. He broke his promise to me. Right now, he’s at the Ritz Carlton, sucking on Tim Reynolds’ cock.”

“Ma’am, you don’t know that.”

“That’s what they do at lunch. Suck and fuck. I’m sorry. I’m used to him doing that, that’s what he does, but he promised me. I guess he didn’t mean everything he said to me,” she stood up. “Oh, I’m sorry. You came in here for a reason.”

“You need to sign these papers,” he set them on the desk. “I can get them filed for you. Why don’t you take the rest of the afternoon off? Your appointment is in two hours. Take a walk in the park. Call your husband’s cell phone.”

She signed the papers and handed them to John. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. Will you confirm the time for Brunch with Justice Bishop?”

“Yes, ma’am, I’ll text you the details.”

“Thank you,” she stood up and grabbed her bag and her blazer. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She headed out of her chambers.

John sat behind her desk, straightened her papers, pens, and turned the calendar to the next day, as he did every evening. He was about to leave when her desk phone rang. “Judge Carlton’s chambers, John Remington, how can I help you?”

“John, it’s Paxton. Is she in court?”

“Uh, no, she left for her appointment.”

“Damn. I was hoping to catch her.”

“Uh, it’s not my place to say, but she’s been trying to call you all day, well, have me call you. She
knows
, Mr. Carlton.”

“She knows what?” Paxton’s voice got defensive.

“She called it your suck and fuck lunch. She knows about it. She’s hurt. Really hurt.”

“Fuck! I did go to lunch, but not for that. I had lunch with my boss, but it wasn’t about that. Dammit. She went to her appointment? That’s not until four. Fuck! I have to find her.”

“I suggested she go to the park. You know she likes going to the duck pond when she’s upset. Maybe she went there.”

“Thanks, and, John, I didn’t cheat on her.”

“Tell her, not me,” he hung up.

Paxton got out of the cab near the west side of Central Park, and hurried down the pedestrian trail to the duck pond. It was her spot. She loved to feed the ducks, and think about whatever was on her mind. Now, she thought he cheated on her. He did, so many times, but not today. Not after the promise. He scanned the benches but didn’t see her. He was about to turn around when he noticed the stone railing to the old Castle. It used to be used for plays and it over looked the pond. He scanned the outside of the gray stone building and there she was, sitting on the railing that was directly over the pond. He hurried as fast as he could. She was upset, not that she’d jump, because she’d never do that, but she could fall.

He ran out of the building and on the balcony. “Syd,” he panted.

“What are you doing here? I figured you’d be on your second wind by now. What? Can’t suck cock in court?” she snickered, not looking at him.

“It’s not what you think,” he slowly walked over to her and sat on the railing. “I went to lunch with Tim, but we didn’t do anything but talk.”

“Why are you telling me this?” she turned her head toward him. “Why should I even care?”

“Because you love me,” he whispered. “And no, I didn’t cheat on you. I promised I wouldn’t and I didn’t. I swear.” He moved his hand on top of hers. “Syd, I know about your appointment.”

“What appointment?” she slowly climbed off the railing and he followed.

He took her hands and smiled. “Dr. Markowitz. Why were you going to see him?”

“To make you happy,” she whispered, staring down at her feet.

“Make me happy?”

“Yes, I can only give you what you want if I had a cock. I want to be able to fuck you, like you like having done to you. I don’t want to lose you. I wouldn’t change everything about me, just that.”

“That’s a lot to handle, a lot more to it than just giving yourself a cock.”

“I know,” she sighed. “I read all the paperwork.”

“Syd,” he lifted her head with his finger. “I don’t want you to have the surgery.”

“But why? Don’t you want me?”

“I want you. Yes, everything I said last night, I meant. I want to be your sub, and I want us to have subs that we can share. There is only one thing I want to change about it.”

“What’s that?”

“I don’t want you or I to fuck anyone but each other. Do to me what you did last night. Hell, you don’t even need to do that all the time. I prefer giving to receiving anyway. We play with our subs, let them play with each other while we watch, and we can play and just be ourselves with each other.”

“Can you be my sub?”

“I was your sub last night,” he kissed her cheek.

“Yeah, but I gave you full reign to my body. I didn’t really command you.”

“Then test me, my love. I’ll show you that I’d do anything for you.”

“Would you dress up for me?”

“If that’s what you wanted,” he said.

“No, if it’s not in you to do it, then I don’t want you to. I want you to be my sub, but John will be my CD-sub. I won’t let him fuck me, but I may use a dildo in his ass.”

“Just not a strap-on.”

“That’s fine, and if you want to use something on your sub, only a dildo, no cock,” she gazed into his eyes. “I would’ve done the surgery if it made you happy. I thought I could be better if I had a penis.”

“You’re the best. Sydney, I want us to be married.”

“We are married,” she smiled.

“I mean, really married. You and me. More than just sharing subs, having sex and sharing your bed. I want us to be us. I want to be yours.”

She wrapped her arms around her husband and hugged him tightly. “I should cancel my appointment.”

“I already did. Now, let’s go home but we’ll need to take your car. I had a few beers at the pub and took a cab here.”

“How’d you know I was here?”

“John told me.”

“Did he tell you about my appointment?”

“No,” he put his arm around her waist. “Let’s go home. You promised we’d have dinner together.”

“That’s right,” she smile as they walked into the castle. “You really didn’t have sex, oral or otherwise with Tim?”

“Nope. I also connected him with John. Tomorrow night, they’ll be in our playroom, if that’s what you still want.”

“Oh, it is, but tonight, husband, you’ll be in the playroom. I need to see if you can truly be my sub.”

“I’ll be your anything,” he kissed her cheek.

Sydney, dressed in a white lace teddy, waltzed into the playroom and stood in front of Paxton, who was completely naked, kneeling in the middle of the floor, with his hands behind his back. “pet,” she whispered, as he flicked his eyes up to her.

“pet, Mistress?”

“In here, you’re my pet, out there, you’re my husband. Is this what you want, my pet?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he licked his lips.

“Are you sure you can take my commands?”

“Yes, Mistress, I will do anything as long as it pleases you.”

“pet,” she stood behind him and placed a simple, black satin collar around his neck and used a small padlock to secure it. “This is your working collar. It will only be worn here in the playroom and only when you’re acting as my sub.” She placed the key on a chain and put it around her neck. “I have the key and you have the lock, my pet.”

He lightly touched the satin and smiled proudly. “Thank you, Mistress, I’m here to please you and thank you for the collar. I love it, Mistress.”

“I’m glad you like it. I ordered it especially for you, my pet.” She stood in front of him. “Before we get started, we need to be clear on a few things.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“First, you will only be my sub. No one else’s. Since you’re also a Master, you’re considered a switch. But you will only submit to me, and when you submit to me, you must not act like a master, only my sub.”

“I understand, Mistress. As you wish, Mistress.”

“Hard limits?”

“No fire play. Nothing to do with urine or feces. Other than that, I’m open to at least try.”

“Anything new that we haven’t tried, we will discuss before trying,” she smiled.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Your safe word is yellow.”

“Yellow. Thank you, Mistress.”

“Your color, pet, what is your color?”

“Color, Mistress?”

“The color that means you consent, basically your go or yes color.”

“Oh,” he smiled. “Lavender, Mistress.”

“On your feet, pet,” she smiled.

He rose clumsily to his feet and wobbled slightly. “I apologize, Mistress.”

“You will practice, my pet,” she kissed his forehead, and then walked over to the dresser. She opened the top drawer and pulled out a new cock ring, the clothespin nipple clamps, and a large paddle, with soft rubber nodes. She walked back in front of her pet. She set the paddle on the nearby spanking bench, along with the clamps and focused on the cock ring in her hand. “Jerk your cock for me until it gets hard, pet. Do not come, pet.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he held onto his cock and jerked it until it enlarged to its fullest capacity.

Sydney stretched the silicon ring and then slid it on his cock until it was pressed against his balls. “Is that too tight?”

“It’s perfect, Mistress, thank you.”

She pinched his nipples until they peaked to their ultimate hardness. She sucked on each nipple and bit each one. She pinched his nipples again, and then attached the clamps, tightening each one. She attached a chain between the two clamps and looked into his eyes. “Is that too tight, my pet?”

“No, Mistress. Thank you for doing that, Mistress.”

“Spread your legs for inspection, my pet. About a foot apart,” she lightly ran her fingers over his hard, engorged cock as he spread his legs further apart. “I want you to bend forward, resting your palms on the floor.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he obeyed her command.

She was completely focused on him and found it was so different from when she had Jessica as her sub. She liked that she could have Paxton, and that he was so easily her sub, but also so commanding as the Master of Tim, or his sissy. Something was different about her husband, totally different from what she’s ever seen of him, and she was really enjoying this change.

She walked behind him and lightly ran her hands down his back, she cupped his ass cheeks in her hands, and she kissed each one. She ran her finger down his ass crack and spread his cheeks. “That’s mine,” she whispered.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Only mine, my pet.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Over to the spanking bench, my pet.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he obeyed orders and placed his knees on the kneepad, and rested his torso on the upper pad, letting his cock dangle slightly.

She picked up the paddle off the chair and walked behind him. “Now, you’ve never been spanked before, so make sure you use your safe word if you wish to stop.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Now, I want to hear your moans and groans, but no words unless it’s your safe word. Understand?”

“Understood, Mistress.”

She ran her fingers lightly over his ass cheeks. Swat! Swat! She slapped the paddle against his ass cheeks. Swat! Swat! She continued to slap his ass with the paddle, watching his body quiver and his cock get harder. Swat! Swat! She continued until his ass shined red. She bent over and licked each red-hot ass cheek. She ran her hands down between his legs and grabbed on to his cock. She squeezed and jerked until the cock slightly dripped.

“On your feet, my pet.” She held on to his body as he wobbled slightly.

She led him to the middle of the room. “On your knees, hands behind your back.”

He did as ordered and slowly lowered to his knees. “Yes, Mistress.”

She pinched his nipple clamps tighter and tugged lightly on the chain. “Do you like your nipples like this?” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress. I, uh, I never thought I would, but I do. Thank you, Mistress.”

“I’m going to blindfold you now, my pet.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She walked over to the dresser and pulled out the blindfold. She placed it gently over his eyes. “Can you see, my pet?”

“No, Mistress.”

“What is your safe word?”

“Yellow, Mistress.”

“What is your color now?”

“Lavender.”

She walked over to the dresser and pulled out a long, feather. She stood in front of him and lightly ran the feather back and forth along his neck, then down to his shoulder, and then over his nipples, still hard and clamped tightly. She watched as his skin reacted and his nipples grew even more. She ran the feather down his stomach, and it quivering slightly as it tickled him. She ran the feather over his hard, tight cock, still in its ring waiting to explode. She walked around behind him and ran the feather down his back. She then watched as his skin raised its goosebumps, and then she bit down on the flesh of his back.

Paxton moaned at the touch of the feather and then his wife’s biting. His cock was getting harder, feeling as if it was going to explode, while she sent his entire body in a major quiver to where he couldn’t control his shaking. He moaned and groaned, almost begging for more. He couldn’t imagine not seeing but only feeling her touch. His body craved her touch, any touch by her. Knowing she was there, touching him, but not seeing, only feeling, made him crave her touch even more. His thoughts begged her to keep touching him, but his mouth only moaned in light whispers.

He felt her presence in front of him and then her mouth pressing against his, her tongue invading his mouth, dancing and twisting with his tongue. He followed her lead. He was definitely hers and that’s exactly what he wanted to be.

“Close your eyes, my pet, I’m going to remove the blindfold,” she slipped it from his eyes. “Now, slowly open your eyes while they adjust to the light.”

He slowly opened his eyes and they met hers. He smiled and licked his lips. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“For what, my pet?”

“Being blindfolded. That was something amazing. I never felt that way before.”

“Hmm, I’m glad you liked it.” She took his hand. “On your feet.”

He slowly rose to his feet, still shaking and wobbling. “Sorry, Mistress.”

“For what, my pet?”

“I c-c-an’t s-s-seem to c-control my body. I’m s-s-still sh-sh-shaking, M-mistress,” he wept.

She put her arm around him and led him to the four-poster bed in the corner of the room. “Lay down on your back, my pet.”

He pressed his back into the softness of the mattress and watched as Sydney slowly loosened and then removed the nipple clamps. The searing pain from the release slowly lessened as she lightly sucked on each nipple. She placed her hand on the cock ring, and slowly slid it off his hard shaft. “Are you still shaking, my pet?”

“I think I will disappoint you, Mistress,” tears filled his eyes.

“Why?”

“I feel like I have to come. Maybe that is why I’m shaking. I’m sorry, Mistress,” he wiped his eyes.

She reached over to the stand near the bed and grabbed the tube of lubrication. She leaned over his body and kissed his mouth softly, gently licking his lips. “No, you have not disappointed me. I’m going to put you inside me and when you’re ready, you may come.”

“Inside you, Mistress?”

“In my ass, my pet.” She grabbed the lubrication and gently covered his cock. She also squirted some lube on her fingers, reached behind herself, and lubed her asshole. She positioned the opening of her asshole over his cock, and slowly lowered herself. She carefully raised her body up and down over his cock, taking his hand and using his finger to rub her clit. She moved up and down to feel him deep inside her, while gazing down at his face.

“I’m gonna come, Mistress,” he whispered.

“Do it, my pet,” she whispered as she felt his cock pulsate in her ass as he released himself. She slowly pulled herself off his cock, and lay next to him. She rolled his body toward hers, holding him close to her chest. She kissed his forehead and then his mouth. She wiped the tears from his eyes. “Don’t move. Let me hold you until you come down from your high.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered, closing his eyes.

After his body calmed, she released him and went into the washroom. She returned with a basin, and slowly washed his body from head to toe, back to front. She kissed his mouth, “whenever you’re ready, my pet, you can go change. I have to clean up in here.”

“Uh, do you want my help?”

“No, but if you want to tell Magda we’ll be eating soon, that would be great.”

“Oh, about that,” he smiled.

“What about it?”

“I gave her the night off. I’m cooking you dinner tonight.”

“Really?” she smiled.

He kissed her cheek. “Yes, I gave everyone the night off. I’ll meet you in the dining room in half an hour.” He kissed her mouth. “Oh, you’re a very wonderful Mistress.” He left the room.

“I wish it was good enough for you,” she whispered, as she proceeded to clean up the room.