Tina

I was shocked, but not really surprised. There was a side to Kev I trusted and there was a side to him that wanted to do things for me, but I figured that was just because he wanted to get into my pants. It never occurred to me that he’d be attracted to something like this, let alone wanting to explore it.

“So… you’re a dominant?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said.

“How the hell did I now know this? I fucking sucked you off numerous times in college.”

“I didn’t know I was a dom in college.”

“A dom?” I asked.

“A ‘dominant’.”

“When did you figure it out?” I asked.

About ten years ago. I was having a rough time with some things and I went out to a bar and picked up a chick. She was supposed to be some random one night stand, but she was the one that introduced me to all this. She fucking carried around handcuffs and a whip in her purse.”

“No, thanks,” I said.

“It wasn’t my thing either. The whip. I’m more of a handcuffs, blindfold, light paddling, take control all the time kinda guy.”

“In the bedroom,” I said.

“All the time,” he countered.

“What does that even mean?” I asked.

“Well, there are some people who just do it in the bedroom. You know, for kinks and such. Then there are some that implement it during the day. That’s what I enjoy.”

“So, you just go around paddling women’s asses whenever you feel like it?” I asked.

“Not even sort of,” he said, chuckling.

“I don’t get it at all.”

His hands began soaping up my body and I could feel myself innately relaxing into him. He ran them over my stomach and between my thighs, making me squirm into him while his lips dipped lowly into my ear. I sighed, leaning my head back onto his shoulder, and after a few strategically placed kisses to really get me going, he continued.

“Let’s break it down a bit,” he said. “BDSM is bondage and discipline plus sadism and masochism. It is not required to indulge all four to be considered a connoisseur, it is just simply an acronym that encompasses a variety of pleasures.”

“Okay,” I said.

“Many people begin in just the bedroom. Take me, for example.”

He splashed some water onto my breasts before his fingers began to tweak my nipple. I couldn’t help but moan into the crook of his neck, savoring his every touch while he talked lowly in my ear.

“Usually, they start out light. Handcuffs, blindfolds, massage waxes… things like that. Then, if you experiment with someone long enough, eventually boundaries start to get pushed.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“The spanking gets harder, the nipples get pulled tighter. Maybe other toys are introduced or other body parts are tied to other things…”

His voice was so mesmerizing in my ear and I felt my core heating up with just the thought of him doing all those things to me. Never in my life had I pegged myself for liking that kind of stuff, and with any other man I probably wouldn’t

But with Kevin…

“I was taught by the woman from the bar that way, then when we parted ways I began going to discrete parties in order to push my boundaries.”

“Holy shit, those exist?” I asked.

“They do. And I enjoyed them until they weren’t fun anymore. Having that many random partners wasn’t really appealing to me.”

He began to massage my shoulders and I scooted my body up so he could reach my back. My body felt so good soaped up against his, and the way his hands manipulated my muscles was nothing short of exhilarating.

“Did you teach while you were at those parties?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Do you enjoy teaching?”

“Very much so,” he said.

“So, you’re a dom in the BDSM world that enjoys things like sensory deprivation and restricting movement, and you like to teach,” I said.

“Someone’s been doing a little bit of reading,” he said, chuckling.

“You can thank Maddie for that.”

“I just might if this conversation doesn’t go south.”

“With regard to the lifestyle, you just… expect women to listen to you?” I asked.

“No. Being a dom means paying attention to your sub. Giving her what she needs and making sure she’s taken care of, no matter what. Is there a bit of ‘say and obey’? Yes. But, a true dom never asks his sub to do anything she doesn’t already want to do.”

I tensed up a bit at his answer but the moment his hands hit my lower back I relaxed again. It was hard, battling my inner need to be business-like and independent versus wanting to simply relax into him and let him do with me what he wanted.

Was that what he was talking about?

“Is this something you want to do with me?” I asked.

“Not if it makes you uncomfortable. Part of living this lifestyle with someone is them being comfortable with the role they innately want to play. It’s not something you adopt. It’s something that’s always been a part of you, but has been repressed or ignored for one reason or another,” he said.

“Do you… see any of this in me?” I asked. I was honestly scared for his answer, but the anticipation rolling around in my stomach screamed to know the answer. To know if he saw pleasurable traits in me that made him happy.

What the fuck was happening to me?

“A few things, yes. The comment you made about how you loved me ‘just knowing’ things is something a sub usually enjoys. How you sink into me every time I massage you or hold you is something a sub would do. Remember downstairs how I told you to take the car and you did?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, you didn’t ask for it. I simply told you it was there to take just for you, and you took it,” he said.

“I didn’t obey you, Kev. That was just a good idea,” I said.

“Obedience on a sub’s part isn’t the same as blind obedience. You aren’t someone’s slave. At least, not the way I live my particular lifestyle and what I enjoy.”

“What do you mean? Aren’t there like… rules?” I asked.

“Yes. Rules established between each dom and sub. There aren’t overall rules everyone abides by.”

“Oh,” I said. “So… what would be your perfect day with your sub? You know, if you had one?”

“Well, I’d probably wake her up with an outfit along with a note. It would probably say to put the outfit on and how I wanted her hair and makeup done, and then I’d tell her where to go and what time to be there. I’d enjoy watching a movie with her while I teased her pussy and maybe I’d tell her she wasn’t allowed to cum, or maybe we’d go on a walk and I’d tell her to put a vibrating egg in her tight little hole so I could control her orgasms while in public.”

“Holy shit, you’re serious, aren’t you?” I asked.

“Very,” he said. “I’m very serious.”

“And sometimes, I’d just like to sit her out a new outfit and take her on a date. I’d tell her what time to be ready and where we were going, and then I’d get there and order something I knew she’d like. She could sit back and let me do all the work, and then she could choke on my cock for dessert.”

“Kevin!” I exclaimed. “Holy fuck, dude.”

“I’m just being honest,” he said.

I sat back into him and thought about what he’d said. Silence descended around us and I thought about waking up to a note from him. He’d tell me how beautiful I looked while I was asleep and how he was sorry he wasn’t there to wake up with me, and then maybe he would have an outfit he wanted me to wear. Maybe he’d surprise me with a vacation I didn’t have to plan or maybe a new toy he wanted to try on me, and all of a sudden I felt myself sink into his body.

Kevin wrapped his arms around me, placing a small kiss on my cheek. I thought back to what he said and realized what I’d done, and it made me tense in his arms before he nipped at my earlobe.

“Relax. It’s just me, Tina. It doesn’t mean you’re a pushover and it doesn’t mean you’re no longer independent. It’s just a result of the trust we have for one another.”

“Is this what… a sub does? Just… let’s go and let’s the dom do all the work? Make all the choices? Command the bedroom?”

“Yes,” he said. “What do you think?”

“Honestly? I need to think about it. I’m floored you have this side to you, and while I’m very turned on right now I’m also…”

“Scared?”

“I’m never fucking scared, Kev. Let’s get that straight. I’m just… not informed.”

“Fair enough,” he said. “But here’s what I need you to understand: you don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do. In the end, the sub has the control. I assume you read about safe words?”

“Yep,” I said.

“The sub can throw it at any time. In the lifestyle or in the bedroom. But, just because I have this side of me does not mean you are, in any way, required to fulfill it. As a dom, I want to make sure you’re happy, and if you’re doing something you don’t want to do and aren’t happy, then I’m not happy.”

“So, you want to make your sub happy. As a dom,” I said.

“Yes.”

“Well, there’s that, I guess,” I said.

“Wanna get out of here and order a pizza?” he asked.

“Oh, god. You know the way to my heart.”

“Alright. Get on out and dry off, then put on something comfortable and come on downstairs. I’ll go order your favorite, and we can sit and watch some television.”

I got out of the tub and did exactly what he asked. I toweled down and put on my comfiest pajamas I’d brought with me. My mind was turning with all the things he’d told me about: the handcuffs, the waxes, the tying me down. I never wouldn’t put Kevin in that kind of category until that party that night, and now I wasn’t sure of Kevin at all.

But instead of it being scary, it was exhilarating.

I bounded down the stairs just as he hung up the phone with our favorite pizza place and I ran for the couch. I dove over the edge, giggling and shifting around, before a blanket descended upon me and Kevin sat down next to me.

“Could I point something out really quickly?” he asked.

“Sure. What’s up?”

“I just gave you a string of commands before we got out of the tub. Get dried off, get dressed in comfy clothes, and come down to sit on the couch. Did any of that seem overbearing to you?”

I felt my face fall a bit before my eyes fluttered over to his. He was studying my reaction intently and with great purpose, and something inside of me slowly came to life at the realization that I’d just obeyed him.

And I didn’t feel impeded upon.

“No,” I said.

“Good. Now, what do you wanna watch?” he asked.