Donna and Connor at 228 Harper's Cove Page 5

  We both look around and notice our framed wedding photos. “Those have gotta go,” Connor says as he runs to take them off the wall. “Anything else, Pet?”

  “No, Master, I don’t see anything else.”

  “Very good then.” He sits back down and I hear a shutter clicking behind me. Andy starts to talk to us while Chris is taking the photos.

  “So, Master Connor―”

  “Please, let’s use another name. That’s too obvious.”

  “How about just Master?”

  “Fine.”

  “So, Master, how long have you been in the ‘lifestyle,’ as I hear it’s supposed to be called.”

  “That terminology is correct, and I’ve been in the lifestyle for about twenty-eight years.”

  Andy looks shocked. “But you couldn’t have been much more than a kid.”

  “I was in college.” Now Andy looks really shocked.

  “So even back in college you knew that you wanted to take a slave.”

  I squeeze Connor’s hand to keep him calm. “No. Pet is not a slave. She submits to me of her own free will. She is my submissive―I collared her.”

  “You collared her. Is that like being married?”

  Connor nods. “It’s almost exactly like being married, only with a Dominant and submissive, there’s an actual contract outlining expectations, limits, all of that. Better than a marriage, I think. Less room for failure.” He stops before Andy can ask and says, “But yes, we’re married also.”

  Andy writes something down. “Okay, she’s your submissive. If she’s not a slave then what does that mean?”

  “It means that she desires to be dominated by someone strong who can not only protect and care for her and help her keep her life on track, but someone who can help her reach her full potential in every way.”

  “And that includes sexually too?” Andy asks.

  “Yes. It does.” Connor is doing very well, and I’m very, very proud of him.

  “So would you say you have sex more than most couples?”

  “Yes. We have sex every day unless one of us is gone or sick. We usually have it far more than once a day.”

  Andy looks impressed. “Really? Wow. That’s amazing.” Then he seems to remember something. “Uh, may I speak to your sub?”

  “Of course. Pet, speak freely with this gentleman.” I look over at Connor and he smiles at me.

  “Yes, Master.” I look into Andy’s face. “How may I help you?”

  “How long have you been in this lifestyle?” he asks.

  “Um, we’ve been together for eighteen years,” I reply without hesitation.

  “And you just decided to do this when you met him?”

  “Well, no. He talked to me about it when we first started seeing each other and gave me a while to grow accustomed to the idea. He promised me that if I tried it, I’d love it, and he was right, but just in case, he collared me a year before we got married to make sure I could live in the lifestyle.”

  “And if you hadn’t been able to?” he asks.

  I shrug. “I love it, so I have no idea.”

  Then he asks, “So what is it like to be a submissive?” He looks like he’s sitting on the edge of his chair, just waiting for me to say something negative.

  “I truly believe people are born either dominant or submissive, and for some people that’s perfect. It’s perfect for me,” I say, and I feel Connor squeeze my hand. “I couldn’t be happier.”

  “So you don’t mind having sex several times a day?” I can see that’s still beyond believability for him.

  “It’s not about whether I mind or not. My body belongs to my master to do with as he sees fit. I know that whatever he does, it’s in my best interest.” I look back at Connor. “My trust in him is steadfast.” There’s a glow about his face as I smile up at him. God, I love this man. He’s my everything.

  “So I know at a club like the one I visited, there are lots of whippings and canings and paddlings going on. Does your master hit you like that?”

  “Sir, my master does not hit me. If he has to apply discipline, it’s to give me a lesson in proper behavior and protocol so I don’t commit the same infraction again. A submissive’s behavior is a reflection on her master, and it’s important in the community that I not embarrass him.” I decide to turn up the heat. “He also sometimes uses discipline to arouse me.” His eyes go wide.

  “You get aroused by being paddled?”

  “Yes. I find an application of pain very arousing, don’t you?” I shoot him a sweet smile and he looks like he’s going to cream his jeans. I’m trying very hard not to laugh.

  “Well, can’t say I’ve ever tried it,” Andy says with a nervous laugh.

  “Perhaps you should. You might be surprised.” I hold my gaze steady on him and watch him blush.

  “I noticed all kinds of stuff at the club, clamps and ropes and all of that kind of thing. Do you use those kinds of things?”

  “Yes, sir, if my master so chooses.”

  “And what about being tied up?”

  “He sometimes restrains me, yes. We have bondage furniture and we use it on a regular basis.”

  “And why do you want to be restrained?”

  “Again, it can be used as discipline, with the added bonus that I find it highly arousing.” There’s that word again, and he squirms.

  “Hmmm.” I can tell the wheels are turning. “So,” he says, turning to Connor, “I understand that you train other Dominants.”

  “That’s correct.”

  “And what does that entail?”

  “Just what you saw in the club, plus proper care and treatment of a sub, um, submissive. And for the record, Pet also helps to train the submissives.”

  “I see. So, I watched what was going on in the club. There were people up on stages having sex with each other, right there in the open. Actually, it looked like it was being done to the person who was submitting. Do you do that?” Now he really is sitting on the edge of his chair.

  “Yes. We do that.”

  “Wait. Your sub here does that too?”

  “Yes.”

  “Does she ever do it with someone besides you?”

  “Yes, if I tell her to, and that includes the Doms and subs I train here.” Andy’s eyes open wide.

  “And do you ever tell her to?” he asks.

  “Yes. And she does so. So is there a point to this line of questioning?” Connor asks, and I know he’s fighting laughter now.

  “So I take it that you do it with other women besides her.”

  “Yes, if I so choose. And as I said before, that includes the subs I train here.” Before he can ask anything else, Connor starts to explain. “When you see a Dom and sub combination, no matter how many together, performing on what you call stages, we call it ‘scening.’ They’re participating in a scene. Everything you see up there is negotiated beforehand with the sub or subs involved. Everyone knows exactly what’s going to happen, almost like choreographing. We don’t consider that to be sex in the way someone outside the lifestyle would; it’s sexual performance art.”

  “Oh. I think I get it. So having your sub perform with another Dom . , ,”

  “Serves several purposes. For me, I get to watch another Dom enjoy my sub’s body and the training she’s received from me, to let others know that I’m a highly-skilled Dom. For her, she gets the benefit of being exposed to the way another Dom does things, what he likes, how she can submit to him, and how he makes sure her needs are met. For the audience, they get to witness the experience and add it to their repertoire, or use elements of it in their own practice of the lifestyle.”

  “Wait. I thought this was about the Dominant using the sub, so it would be about him getting his needs met.” Nope, he was wrong―he doesn’t get it.

  Connor sighs. “Let me try again. What we do as Dominants? It’s all because our subs need this for stimulation, or for satisfaction, or for calming or overriding bad experiences, whatever reason. It’s
our job to figure out what they need and then deliver it. The fact that we’re serviced in the process is a bonus. A great many scenes don’t culminate in sex; they’re just for bondage and discipline. Some women need that. But a good Dom is highly skilled in reading women and their needs, and then delivering.”

  He turns to me. “But don’t you feel used? I would think it would feel degrading.”

  I shake my head. “Yes, sometimes it is degrading, but sometimes degradation and humiliation make me feel more connected to my master. And I live to be used by him. It’s my purpose in life. He could fuck me until I was unconscious and I’d wake up and beg for more.” Oops―I hadn’t meant to say that, and I feel Connor shaking with pent-up laughter beside me. I dig a fingernail into his palm and that calms him down. Then I add, “And it’s an honor to be used by other Doms. If I were poorly trained or unresponsive, they wouldn’t be interested in experiencing me. I take it as a huge compliment and a chance to make my master proud.”

  I can see that blows his mind. “And how do you feel afterward?”

  “Sometimes I go into subspace. It’s kind of a dream state where my mind goes when I’m receiving discipline or being, um, having sex with a Dom.” Great save, I tell myself. “It’s the Dom’s responsibility to bring me down in a safe way, to hold me and cuddle me, to let me come back easily. It’s called aftercare. All good Dominants are skilled in aftercare.”

  “So you mean after this man who’s not your Dom disciplines and fucks you,” he slips, “he holds you and cuddles you?” This seems to be the icing on the cake for him.

  “Why is that so hard to believe?” I ask. “We’re not whores. We’re giving these skilled, talented men our bodies to use, to play like an instrument, to stroke like a brush on a canvas, and they’re very appreciative. They want us to feel special and cared-for, not used and tossed away. And I’ll add, if any good Dom sees someone mistreating a sub, abusing her physically or verbally, failing to care for her properly after a scene, well, let me tell you, that poser will probably be banned from the club and he might even get his ass handed to him. These men will lay down their lives for us. I haven’t met a true Dom with whom I wasn’t comfortable. They’ll look out for other Doms’ subs just like they do their own. And if a sub loses her Dom for any reason, they’ve even been known to take the uncollared sub into their own homes to protect her until she can get herself back together and find another Dom, if that’s what she wants.”

  Out of the blue, Connor leans over and kisses my cheek. “Thank you, baby. That was so beautiful.”

  That fires him up. “And if your master wanted to take another sub into your home, how would you feel about that?”

  “I have no control over that. That is my master’s decision. I’ll abide by it, whatever it is. I trust him to remember that I’m his and that I still have needs. And I would welcome her to our home and make it her home too.”

  I think he just went over the edge. I can see he’s struggling to see where he can take the interview now. And just about that time, Connor steps in.

  “You asked about discipline. We have house rules here; we call them protocol. She is expected to follow protocol. If she does not, she is disciplined. The discipline must fit the infraction to make it memorable. And a good Dom never, never disciplines with sex. That is inappropriate.”

  Andy seems to come back to his senses. “So what are some of the house rules, uh, protocol here?”

  “She’s to be nude at all times except for her heels and her collar.”

  “And why is that important?” he asks.

  “Because I may walk in the door in the evening and fuck her that instant. I can look into her face when I walk through the door and tell if she needs it or not.”

  Andy looks at me. “That’s true. He can. Plus it’s a way to remind me of my submission to him.”

  “She’s required to help me with the training sessions if she’s needed. She may not leave my bed without permission, even for a drink of water or a bathroom trip. When she performs fellatio for me, she is required to swallow.” I swear I can see Andy’s cock getting stiff. “She is not allowed to pleasure herself to orgasm without my permission; her mind, her body, her sex, all belong to me and are under my control. She is not allowed to come during sex without permission. She is not allowed to tell the neighbors or our vanilla friends―that means not in the lifestyle, by the way―that we are in the lifestyle. Most people don’t understand. They’d want to fire me, or ostracize us, or call the police, which, for the record, wouldn’t matter, but it would make a big fuss for nothing and would draw attention to us. It could also be dangerous for her physically; someone might think that meant they could rape her and it wouldn’t matter.”

  “I hadn’t thought about that. I could see how that could be,” Andy says. He’s writing at a furious pace.

  “Tell me something, Andy,” Connor says. “Are you married?”

  “Yes.”

  “What about you, Chris?”

  “Yeah, been married for three years.”

  “And how would you like it if you could walk in the door at any time and fuck your wife. Just walk up to her and tell her, ‘I’m going to fuck you now,’ and she says, ‘Yes, master.’ How would you feel about that?”

  “That would be fucking awesome,” Chris grins.

  Andy stutters, “Uh, I don’t know―”

  “What if you knew she’d been thinking about your cock all day and that’s what she wanted when you walked in the door?” He stops, and they’re listening. “What if that’s what she wanted but she couldn’t tell you? Was too embarrassed, ashamed, or afraid you’d say no?” Andy blushes. “But what if you talked about sex openly, had sex openly, gave her latitude to tell you that she needed it at this time, or in this way, or with this person, or in this or that position? Do you think you’d get more sex?”

  Andy nods. “Well, hell yeah. I’m sure I would.”

  “And do you think she’d feel more satisfied in the relationship? More likely to have sex with you over and over, give you what you wanted or needed, if you were doing the same for her before she did it for you?” Then he drops the bomb. “Well, fellas, today is as good a day to start as any other. Go home and ask your wives what they need in bed. You might be surprised at what they say.”

  I think he just made his point.

  “Hey baby, look! It’s here!” The Sunday morning paper has come, and there’s our interview on the front of the living section. “Wow! This is really good. He did a great job. I think I’ll call him in the morning and tell him how much I appreciate this.”

  “Yeah, it looks great. Can we get extra copies to take to the club? I think the members who don’t get the paper would love to see this.”

  “I’m sure we can. When I call him I’ll ask if I―” He’s interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone. “I don’t recognize this number,” he says to me. “Hello?”

  “Connor?”

  “Yes?”

  “Hi! It’s Andy from the paper.” I hear and smile.

  “Yeah, I was going to call you tomorrow. Man, that article is excellent! You did a fantastic job. Could we get a few copies to take to our club? I think the members would like to see it.”

  “Sure thing! I can get you twenty-five―that enough?”

  “That would be great.”

  “Will do. I’ll bring them by. If you’re not there, I’ll leave them on the porch. Now, for the reason I was calling―”

  “Oh. Yeah. Sure.”

  “Remember when you told us to go home and ask our wives what they wanted in bed?”

  I grin as Connor says, “Yeah?”

  There’s a long pause, then Andy says, “Do you have any training time for a couple of people new to the lifestyle?”

  Connor breaks into a huge grin. “I’m guessing you and the missus?”

  “Yes.”

  “Andy,” he beams, “if I didn’t have time, I’d make time. When do you want to start?”

  Afte
r they’ve gotten everything set up, Connor hangs up and sits back down beside me. I curl into his side, and he lifts me up and pulls me into his lap, then kisses me long and deep. “I wish you knew how proud I am of you,” I whisper to him. “I love you more than anything in this world. You are the best master and husband a girl could ever have.”

  “You mean a sub could ever have! And I love you too, baby. Doesn’t matter who I scene with at the club or in training―they could never ever hold a candle to you. You’re the only sub for me.”

  God, I love him. I love him even more when he whispers, “Now on the floor, forearms and knees. I’m gonna fuck you and when I’m done, you’ll know exactly who your master is.”

  “Yes, Master. Fuck it right into me.” And as I hear his jeans unzip, I know he will.

  10

  Gloria

  “This is a fascinating article,” Russell says over Sunday breakfast.

  “What’s it about?”

  “It’s about something called a Dominant/submissive relationship. They interviewed this couple. He’s the master, and she’s the sub. It’s a real eye-opener,” he says, then folds the paper back and looks at me over his glasses. “Says she has sex with him anytime he wants, usually several times a day.”

  “Several times a DAY? When in the world does she do housework?” I gasp. “That’s just crazy!”

  “Sounds pretty damn good to me,” he says, pulling the paper back upright. “And it says here that sometimes these Doms take more than one sub. Now that’s interesting. I guess if I want to have sex and you don’t, I can always―”

  “Now you see here, Russell Livingston! We’re not going to do that nasty stuff, no sir. It’s bad enough that I think some of the neighbors are being dirty and filthy like that. We certainly don’t need to bring it into our home.” I shake my head. Damn that paper for giving him ideas. I’m going to call and complain to someone down there. That’s awful.