Thorn
She sinks gracefully to her knees.
“Have you ever taken dance lessons?”
“I used to. It was a long time ago.”
“You move very gracefully.”
“Thank you,” Lily looks up at me. “Something tells me compliments from you are always meaningful. You don’t seem like you need to kiss people’s asses to get them to like you.”
“Trust me, princess: I would gladly kiss your ass any day of the week. Now spread your legs a little.”
She adjusts carefully, spreading her legs. Her dress rides up her thighs. I can just barely see her soft pussy, but it’s enough to make me wish for more. I can already tell that one night isn’t going to be enough with this girl. I just hope that tomorrow morning, she’ll still want to give this thing between us a chance.
“Some Dominants want their submissives to greet them like this when they enter a room. Don’t worry: I’m not one of them.”
“You don’t want to see me kneel for you?”
“On the contrary, my love: I want to see you kneel for me because you want to.”
“You want it to be voluntary, not compulsive.”
“Exactly. Now, tell me how you feel when you’re kneeling like this. How does this position make you feel?”
She thinks about it for a second, and I try to memorize the way she looks in this moment. I didn’t tell her what to do with her hands, but she settled them on her knees, and she looks lovely. She looks submissive.
Lily can promise me all she wants that she’s not submissive at heart, but she has me fooled in this moment. Right now, she looks like she’s ready to obey and submit to her Master. She looks like she’s prepared herself wholly for me, like all she wants to do is please me.
That itself makes me happy.
“It makes me feel like I’m going to be naughty, but obedient,” she says finally. “I feel like I’m about to obey you, but it’s going to be in a really dirty way, and I don’t mind. It’s like, I know that you’re going to push me, but it’s okay.”
“Why is it okay, princess?”
“Because,” she smiles at me. “I trust you.”
“Take off your dress.”
Lily doesn’t falter at the hasty command. Without standing up, she quickly slides her dress off. She sits at my feet, naked, and looks at up me. Her eyes are filled with hope and excitement, along with something else.
Longing, maybe?
Desire?
Passion?
“What’s your favorite part of your body, love?”
“Hmm,” Lily looks down at herself for a second. She raises her hands and looks at them, and then she sets them back on her knees. “I would have to say my hands.”
“Interesting,” I murmur, dropping to my knees in front of her. I take her palms in mine and hold them. “Tell me why.”
“These hands can do so much. My face is pretty. At least, I think it is on most days. My boobs? They look great now, but someday, they’ll sag. My belly is pretty flat, but there will come a day when it is not. Every part of me that makes me pretty is going to change, except for my hands.”
I hold Lily’s hands as she explains to me why she’s beautiful, and my heart soars because this girl is incredible. I have never thought of her as shallow, but I expected her to tell me she liked her eyes or her smile or her breasts. I didn’t expect her to say her hands.
I didn’t expect her to be so deep.
I didn’t expect her to give me such an incredible, unique answer.
“These hands are going to hold my belly when I get pregnant someday. They’re going to cling to my child as I rock him to sleep. They’re going to be hand-in-hand with the man I marry. They’re going to do so many things.”
She smiles and nods, looking at me, and my eyes fill with tears.
“Hey now,” Lily whispers. “I know I’m new to all of this, but I thought the Dom was supposed to make the sub cry: not the other way around.”
“BDSM is what we make of it.”
“I know.”
I kiss her forehead, still holding her hands, and then I get to my feet and look down at my submissive for the evening.
“You really are beautiful,” I tell her.
“Thank you.”
“Now let’s get you tied up.”
**
It only takes a few minutes for me to produce some soft ties and secure Lily’s arms behind her back.
“How’s that, sweetheart?”
She tests the bonds, wiggling her body, and my eyes focus on the way her breasts bounce with each jerk of her arms.
“Well, I can’t escape,” she whispers.
“Do you want to escape?”
“A little,” Lily admits.
“Why do you want to escape?”
“Because I’m suddenly feeling a little less in control.”
“Does that feeling make you feel afraid or curious?”
“A little bit of both.”
“Good. Then you’re right where I want you.”
“That’s not comforting,” she says, but I start stripping my clothes off, and she stops talking. Her eyes roam my body as I reveal my abs: courtesy of my neighborhood gym and the many, many hours I spend there. Her gaze cuts down to my groin and I run my hands over the front of my pants.
“You’re teasing me.”
“Welcome to submission,” I tell her, and I slowly begin to unbutton my pants. “Before we actually get started, you need to choose a safe word.”
“What word should I choose?”
“Up to you, princess. Choose something that isn’t sexy to you, but that you won’t forget.”
“Owl,” she says instantly.
“Owl it is,” I say, and I slide my pants the rest of the way down. My boxers are still on, but they do little to hide my reaction to Lily. I palm my cock over the boxers and rub up and down. Lily watches. Her mouth is just slightly open as she looks at me, and I think about how amazing her tongue is going to feel on me.
I step out of my pants and turn around. Then I peer at her over my shoulder. Lily hasn’t moved from her position on the floor. With her arms tied behind her back, her breasts are pushed forward, silently begging me to suck on them.
I will, but I want to tease her a little bit first. One of the best things about Domination is building anticipation. She needs to want it. She needs to crave it. She needs to feel like she’s going to lose her mind if she doesn’t get it.
Once Lily’s eyes are firmly fixed on mine, I push my boxers down, giving her a view of what my backside looks like. As I push the fabric down my body, her eyes leave mine to follow the path of my boxers to the floor. Then she looks at my ass and bites her bottom lip.
“All right, Master,” she whispers. “Please, please turn around.”