Chapter Nine

Then I was kissed for the…

Then I was kissed for the first time on the lips by another woman.

“Zalia…” I whispered.

“You’re the cutest girl I’ve ever seen, Veronica. Ever since I saw you walk through my door my heart’s been pounding…”

I couldn’t help responding to her soft lips and caressing touch. Zalia laid me back on the couch, kissed down my neck and sucked on the tips of my adorned breasts. She slipped one and then two fingers inside my vagina, pressing on the upper wall and sliding them in and out while using the tip of her tongue to lick between the gold ring encircling my clitoris. She spent a long time pleasuring me and I have to admit I fully enjoyed it. Being a woman, she seemed to know exactly how to kiss and stimulated me. As Zalia licked and sucked on the wet lips of my labia and clitoris and simulated intercourse with her fingers, I moaned out and experienced a deep release inside. Afterwards, Zalia gazed into my eyes and tenderly kissed me.

I felt compelled to repay her sexual favor, not because she made me feel so good, but because I was attracted to her and wanted to know what it felt like to sweep my wet tongue over a woman’s body. We shifted our positions on the couch, our bodies wrapped around each other. I took off her jeans and panties, noticing more piercings on each side of her labia. I opened her thighs and kissed and licked her, while stroking her with my fingers, copying her technique. The little gold rings piercing the sides of her labium felt sexy on my tongue and she seemed to go crazy when I repeatedly licked her there. She trembled underneath my tongue as I gave her an orgasm with my mouth and fingers. Afterwards we kissed tenderly and fondled each other for a long time. We didn’t move until we heard a knock on Zalia’s shop door.

With flushed cheeks, we dressed quickly and went hand in hand back into the shop. Zalia opened the front door.

“Are you open?” the customer asked.

“Yes,” Zalia said.

“What an interesting shop,” the customer said, wandering in.

Zalia asked in a soft voice when she could see me again. Slightly embarrassed, I told her I had a boyfriend, so I wasn’t sure. I gave her a credit card and nearly maxed out my $1000 dollar limit with one purchase. She gave me the friends and family 10% discount and I thanked her for saving me some money, almost $90 dollars. I really went crazy buying almost every piece of jewelry in her store. I suppose I would have to work extra shifts at Hooters now, to replenish my savings for nursing school. But at least I had several wearable birthday presents for Dane. I told Zalia I had a wonderful time, kissed her cheek and left the store. I looked back at her once more and waved at her through the glass door. She waved back, looking at me with a sad longing in her eyes. My first experience with a woman was quite beautiful, I thought. So I learned I was bisexual, to add to my new found revelations about myself. What else awaited me in this new life?

I drove back home. Wandering around my new home, I went into the Pleasure Room and stared at the long spanking table with the thick ankle and wrist straps and the frightening large wooden cross. What would happen to me when Dane strapped my body to that thing, I wondered. I felt a shudder run up and down my spine, looking at the assortment of whips and paddles. I had to admit that allowing Dane to have anal sex with me in the Pleasure Room was erotic, but he seemed to always want something more from me. “You’ll be spending quite a lot of time in here, slave,” I remember he said. In the harsh light of day, the Pleasure Room definitely scared me.

I went back into the bedroom and read through the contract again. I went through it line by line, thinking about how I felt about it. I decided to write Dane a note, detailing my feelings about the contract. I thought perhaps it would be easier to write it all down, rather than tell him in person.

Dear Dane,

You’re in Las Vegas right now and I miss you a lot. I read over the contract again. I am seriously thinking of signing it and entering into this life with you. But I need to share a number of concerns I have.

The part about being used as a sexual plaything in private and public settings and your right, as my Dom, to offer me to other men or women, alone, or in a group, frightens me. I do like touching and being touched by you and Richie, but I’m not sure I want to have that level of intimacy with just anyone. I’ve never dated two men at once until three days ago, and never had sex with two people at the same time in my life. I have to admit the idea is kind of sexy as a fantasy, to please two men at once, or even a woman, as you watch. But in reality, I’m not sure I can do it. What if I wasn’t attracted to the people you introduced me to or if they were rough with me or asked me to do things to them I didn’t want to do? We definitely need to discuss this.

The part about being disciplined without cause makes me nervous too. I liked being spanked in a sexy way, but the whips and chains and paddles in the Pleasure Room are a little intimidating to me, Dane. Also the idea of other men disciplining me is scary. I trust you, but what if the other person is actually a sadist and really wanted to hurt me? How could seeing me get hurt be sexy to you? And, as you know, I was very embarrassed when you gave me a spanking in front of Richie. I’m working on getting over those feelings of embarrassment and shame, but it may take some time.

Also the length of the contract makes me nervous. Submissive/slave for life? If I change my mind, what then? I have a tendency to change my mind every other day. Only the Dominant/Master can release me from the contract. I don’t want to feel trapped in the relationship.

I wish I understood you better, Dane. Most men would be extremely jealous and angry if their girlfriend or wife were attracted to or intimate with someone else. Not only are you not jealous or angry about it, you seem to be actively encouraging my infidelity. I agree that, so far, allowing me the freedom to be with Richie has not destroyed what we have together, but isn’t there the risk of one of us falling in love with someone else, if we’re allowed to be intimate with others outside of our relationship? Can you explain why you have this need to share me with others, Dane? Perhaps if I understood you better, it would help me decide how I feel about it helping you to fulfill these fantasies of yours. Tell me if you can or write it in a note if that’s easier for you.

You never mentioned in the contract if you would also be free to be with other women or take on other submissives. Do you have the desire to be with other women Dane, besides me? I’m not saying I’d object to it. I mean how can I, if you’ve given me the same freedom? I just know if I saw you in the arms of another woman it would make me feel weird, like you’re not attracted to me anymore. I’m sorry if I feel that way, I just can’t help it. I guess I’m the jealous type.

Some of the things we’re already doing I enjoy. I really like wearing the sexy clothes you pick out for me every morning and I like being fed and bathed by your hands. Maybe I’m weird, but I find it incredibly sexy to submit to you in those areas. But to always have to ask permission to leave the room, explain where I’m going, and never close a door between us, even while using the bathroom? I find that both embarrassing and stifling. I don’t see how giving me privacy in the bathroom interferes with me growing into a strong and confident woman.

In the end, I’m open to a discussion about most of the contract. I’m not against trying a few things out and then deciding if I feel comfortable with the scenarios you want to set up for me. There is only one thing in the contract which is non-negotiable for me. I will not now or at any time in the future pierce my skin as a symbol of my submission to you. I tried today, but couldn’t do it. (I’ll tell you the story when I see you later) I’m afraid of the pain and I don’t like the idea of you not being able to touch or suck on my breasts for two or three months during my recovery from the procedure. What’s the point of that? In the contract you said cutting of the skin is a hard limit, didn’t you? We can discuss tattoos, but I don’t want any part of my body cut or pierced. I’m sorry if that’s a deal breaker for you, but if it is, so be it. (I did find a creative solution to this problem, but it’s a surprise I will show you in person upon your return.)

Your adoring though somewhat confused submissive, Veronica

I found an envelope and put my note in it and placed the envelope with Dane’s name written on it next to our contract.

I felt a little better about sharing my apprehensions with Dane, but the entirety of it still made me extremely nervous. Though I was somewhat attracted to it, I had so many issues that perhaps this alternative lifestyle choice just wasn’t right for me. I wonder if other women who had signed a contract as a submissive had the same questions and anxieties about it as I did. Perhaps I could to talk to the wife of Dane’s friend about my feelings at the birthday party tomorrow night.

I decided to take a nap. I checked my cell phone and found it odd that Dane hadn’t attempted to call me the whole time he was gone. I knew he was probably busy at the orientation for his new job, but couldn’t he have given me a quick call or text? I fell asleep, exhausted by my experiences with Dane, Richie and now Zalia.

I awoke trembling and sweating from a nightmare. In the dream, Dane had taken me, handcuffed and naked, to some kind of dark club filled with large masked men. In the middle of the room was a single thick post mounted into the floor. Each man stood with a whip in his hand watching me with cold eyes through the slits in their masks. Dane dragged me in by my elbow and handcuffed me to the post.

“Please no. Dane, please. No! Don’t!” I shouted. “Red! Red!”

Ignoring my safe word, Dane tied me to the post and then walked away to watch the show. The men approached me, one by one, lashing me on my back with their whip. I wept loudly from the pain and fear. I could feel blood trickling down my skin and saw it dripping to the floor. After they were done punishing me, Dane released me from the post and led me to a bed against the back wall of the room.

“Dane! No! Look at me! I’m bleeding! You promised to protect me! I don’t want to do this! Please! Why are you doing this to me? Dane! RED! RED!”

Dane handcuffed my arms over my head to the bedpost and walked toward the door.

“Dane! Where are you going? Don’t leave me here alone with these men! Where are you going? DANE!” I shouted, sobbing.

As the first two swarthy men approached me, Dane left the room and shut the door behind him.

“DANE!”

I sat upright in my bed, shivering and breathing rapidly. The surroundings were completely unfamiliar, and then I remembered moving out of my familiar apartment into this new home. I looked up at the clock and suddenly remembered my dinner date with Richie, which I had completely put out of my mind until that moment. My hands shaking, I made the impulsive decision to leave Dane. I got out of bed, showered, threw on the first dress I saw and packed whatever I could fit into my suitcase. I went out to my car, threw my suitcase in the trunk, jumped in and sped down the mountain toward the French restaurant near my old apartment. I realized that I would never be able to give myself over to Dane as his sub. It would never be the right choice for me. It was cruel to leave without a note, but I felt this was my last and only chance to escape form Dane’s clutches. When the tears dripped off my cheeks, dampening my sheer pink dress, I discovered how much I had lost control, emotionally. I had to find some stability in my life and return to what felt familiar to me.

I nearly got into a car accident when I maneuvered through the traffic. I pulled up at the back of the parking lot and saw Richie standing at the entrance of the restaurant, waiting for me to arrive. I turned off the car, put my hand on the door handle and cracked it open. If I walked out, I’d most likely never see Dane again. The thought of that made me break down and sob onto my steering wheel. I felt like I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

Impulsively, I shut the door and drove toward the airport. What airline did he say he was on? Southwest? What time did he get in? I parked and ran as fast I could to the baggage claim area. My exposed tits jiggled up and down like mounds of Jell-O as I ran. I ignored the sneers and leers of the travelers in the airport. Dane’s flight had already gotten in and I saw him waiting at the baggage claim area. Dane seemed to sense me coming before he saw me. He turned and walked briskly toward me. I jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist, kissing him frantically.

“What a surprise! Thanks for meeting me. I’m sorry, honey, I feel so stupid. I left yesterday without your cell phone number so I couldn’t call you while I was away. Your cheeks are all wet. You’re crying. What’s wrong, Veronica? Are you OK?”

I whispered into his ear, holding him tightly.

“I want to be your sub, Dane. I think I want to sign the contract. Just promise me you’ll never leave me again, OK? I practically fall apart when you’re away from me. Promise me.”

“Of course, Veronica. I’ll never leave you again. From now on you accompany me on all future business trips. I give you my word.”

Dane gave me his handkerchief and I dried my eyes. We picked up his luggage and left the airport. I followed Dane back to the foothills in my car. When we got home he peeled the dress over my head and took off his own clothes quickly. We started kissing in bed like teenagers. I jumped out of bed, told him I had a surprise for him and shut the door between us, even though it was against the rules. A moment later I came out adorned in intimate body jewelry, my tits and pussy linked together by gold chains.

“Happy Birthday, Dane,” I said.

Dane couldn’t take his eyes off me. He asked if I had my nipples and labium pierced. I told him the story of how I tried to go through with the procedure, but then chickened out at Zalia’s shop after hearing how painful and sore I would be afterwards.
“Then Zalia introduced me to this non-piercing body jewelry,” I said.

“It looks like the real thing,” Dane replied, impressed.

“You don’t want to have my tits be off limits to you for the next few months, do you?”

“Hell no! I’m so glad you didn’t go through with it, Veronica. It was insensitive of me not to think of the pain it would’ve caused you. Please accept my apologies. And you’re right. It’s not worth it and you look so sexy like that.”

While Dane sat on the bed, I modeled all the other pieces I bought and promised him I would wear the erotic jewelry without clothes whenever he wanted.

“Only the jewelry?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Whenever I want?” he asked.

I nodded. He smiled and said it was the best birthday present anyone had ever given him and loved how the jewels looked on me.

I told him I had some concerns about the contract and nervously handed him the note I had written this afternoon. I stood by the bed as he read my letter, watching his face closely for clues to his response. After he finished, Dane deleted the requirement to get my nipples pierced and crossed out the lines in our contract about keeping the door open when I was in the bathroom and always having to ask his permission to leave the room or tell him where I was going. He told me the last thing he wanted to do was stifle or embarrass me. But before I had a chance to discuss my major concerns, he asked me to sit down on his lap. He spoke to me like a teacher instructing his new student on the rules of the classroom.

“While I’m willing to compromise on the privacy issues Ms. Wells, the other parts of the contract are non-negotiable. My right to use you as a sexual plaything falls at the very heart of our relationship. I know you’re apprehensive about what it is I’m asking you to do, but you admitted that being used in his manner is a fantasy of yours. You said you didn’t know if ‘you can do it’, rather than whether you wanted to do it. It’s my belief that, deep down, the idea of being in bondage to me as my slave is sexually exciting to you. Ultimately, it is the path to your personal freedom and a release from those feelings of shame that caused us to have our first and I hope last fight back at your apartment yesterday. Your safety and empowerment are my main concern, Ms. Wells. If you trust me and engage in the scenarios I set up for you as my submissive, the bond between us will only grow stronger. Of course, even though you play the role of my slave, the relationship is consensual and you’ll never be forced do something against your will. Regarding the discipline sessions, I will not allow your pain threshold to be crossed and you have your safe word to protect you. And I know you’re afraid of the commitment so I propose a trial run at my birthday party this evening, before you decide whether you can sign on to the rest of the contract as written.”

Despite what he was proposing, it all sounded somewhat reasonable the way Dane described it to me. And since his birthday party was that evening, I agreed to try out the Dom/sub relationship for the night. If a scenario presented itself to try out one of the clauses of the contract, I promised Dane I would give it a try, even if it might make me uncomfortable. Once I made my decision, I was happy and at peace about it. I felt I’d made the right choice not to leave Dane that night and go off with Richie, despite the fact I hurt Richie’s feelings by not showing up at the restaurant. I did feel a little guilty about that.

Dane put the contract back on the shelf and asked me what else I did while he was gone. I told him about my sexual experience with Zalia. I described how I was upset when I realized I couldn’t go through with the piercing and how Zalia comforted me. I confessed to Dane how we brought each other to an orgasm with our fingers and mouths. Dane didn’t seem to be upset at all by my afternoon dalliance. In fact, he seemed very supportive of it, by the lustful look in his eyes as I told him the story. I had the feeling that Richie would not be quite as accepting of my sexual explorations. I told Dane how I would be open to having an intimate encounter with another woman in front of him, if he desired it. I noticed all this sexy talk had made his penis very stiff and I asked him if he would like me to pleasure him.

“I would, submissive.”

I immediately dropped to my knees beside the bed and took his engorged penis into my mouth. I sucked on him vigorously, my bejeweled breasts dangling. I took his scrotum into my mouth and suckled upon it for several minutes, taking my time, kissing the soft and sensitive area, and licking over the tiny blue capillaries just under the smooth skin with the tip of my tongue. I made him moan out when I did this, which I loved to hear. I licked up his shaft, sucked hard on the tip, while swirling my tongue around the rim. I set the head of his penis near my lower lip, tugging and pulling on his shaft as I spoke my sexy words.

“My lips, my tongue, my mouth are yours, Sire. I want you to feel free to come inside my mouth any time you wish, day or night. I am at your disposal. If you wish, I will no longer take in food, but only live on the nourishment you provide several times a day through the tip of your penis. I love your penis, My Lord, and I love swallowing every drop of your come. Don’t hold back, Sire. You know what I like, so please, I beg you, give me what I want…”

Dane groaned and his semen streamed out directly into my open mouth. I rubbed and sucked on him until I milked and swallowed every last drop of his semen. He lifted me up from the floor and we fell back on the bed, holding each other.

“Oh my God, Veronica, that was so great,” he said, panting.

“It’s so easy for me to do it. I’ll be glad to please you with my mouth, or any other place, any time you like, My Lord.”

“I’m so sleepy. I wasn’t able to rest on the plane.”

“Hold my breasts and cuddle close to me then...”

It wasn’t long before Dane had drifted off. After such an emotionally exhausting day, I felt sleepy too. After three days and nights together we were both in bed by 9:30PM, like an old married couple. It felt nice in his arms.

When I woke up the next morning, Dane was seated at a table in the bedroom writing a letter. I didn’t wish to disturb him, so I got out of bed, threw on a dress and sandals and followed the buzzing, chirping sounds of nature through the patio into the wild outdoors. The remote property was situated on a high desert cliff in the midst of undeveloped chaparral. I didn’t see any other homes as I looked around. The desert floor was blooming. Prickly pear cactus and the stiff sharp needles of the yucca and agave surrounded me. The giant Saguaros loomed impressively above me casting shadows, their thick arms raised to the sky as if in supplication. The smell of sagebrush filled the air, reminding me of the smudges my Dad would ceremoniously burn in his sweat lodge to clear away bad spirits.

I thought I’d take a short walk around the property to give Dane a chance to finish his letter. After a few minutes of hiking I started getting a little hot and thirsty. As usual I wasn’t paying any attention to where I was walking and had foolishly left the house without taking water. I had always been a day-dreamer, but the last few days it had gotten much worse. I looked around for the house, but I couldn’t see it in the glare of the sun. I think I had cut a winding path down a hill and around a bend, but I really had absolutely no sense of direction. I turned carefully around and started to walk back up the hill hoping to see the house when I first heard it. A large rattlesnake had slithered into my path several feet away, and curled up in the sun. Shit! My heart started racing and I tried to swallow what little saliva I had. Suddenly I felt dizzy and extremely thirsty. The desert was thick with vegetation, so I didn’t see a way around it. The powerful coiled snake held its ground, like I had trespassed on its territory. I don’t know how long I stood still sweating in the hot sun. The snake inched closer to me and I decided to slowly back away from it. I glanced behind me when I heard the distinct sound of a second rattle. It was even more terrifying because the sound of the rattle was louder and closer to me, but I couldn’t see where the snake was. I wanted to scream, but my voice was caught in my throat. I stood absolutely still, my sheer dress soaked through with sweat, listening to the rattling sound becoming louder and more aggressive. I was scared to look behind me at the other snake. The rattlesnake in front of me slithered closer and there were thick cactus on either side of me. I had never felt more terrified in my life.

Then I saw what appeared to be the silhouette of a lone figure on the landscape, but it may have been beams of sun playing tricks with my eyes. I heard an extremely loud gunshot that left a ringing in my ears. The horrible snake flopped once and lay lifeless in the sand.

“Dane!”

“Shhh… Take two steps, very slowly toward the head of the dead snake!”

I took a few tentative steps forward.

“STOP!” he shouted.

I heard another booming gunshot echo through the desert. I could almost feel the whisk of the bullet pass by my leg. The rattling stopped. I turned around, looked down and froze. The second rattlesnake lay just a few feet away within striking distance of my leg, motionless. A moment later I felt Dane’s hand grasp my forearm.

“Are you OK, Veronica?”

I nodded my head, without breathing.

“It seems the local wildlife has developed an infatuation with you just as I have…”

Dane handed me a cold bottle of water and I drained it with a shaking hand, water dribbling down my chin. Still holding the weapon in one hand, Dane put his other arm around me and we slowly walked back up the hill and around the bend to the house.

“I’m sure you don’t need to hear this, but it’s not a good idea to go off on a hike alone around here. Stay close to me from now on, Veronica. Unlike the snakes, my bite is not filled with venom.”

“OK, definitely. From now on, I will.”

“As your Dom, it’s my job to protect you, Ms. Wells. I hated to kill them, but they got a little too close for comfort to you.”

We went inside and I made sure the door was shut, leaving all the hideous creepy crawly spiders, snakes, lizards and centipedes outside. I decided I would not be exploring nature any more today. Please, Dane, tie me up in the Pleasure Room where I’ll be safe and sound. No more outdoor excursions for me. I sat on the couch and Dane brought me an iced tea he had just made. In the security of the home I finally stopped trembling. The refrigerator was stocked and Dane made some toast and fresh fruit for our breakfast. He had been treating me like a princess, doing all the cooking and cleaning so far in our relationship without complaint. I really needed to start pitching in to help Dane with the house work.

We spent the afternoon rehearsing the proper party etiquette of a submissive, which didn’t seem too hard or uncomfortable of a role for me to play. After socializing over drinks, dinner, coffee, cake, I agreed to take part in a training session in front of his friends. I tried to get Dane to say exactly what he had planned, but he wouldn’t tell me. I agreed to comply with his wishes without hesitation to the best of my ability, even though I would be in front of a group of strangers. After tonight, I’d have a much better idea of whether I liked being a submissive.

Dane needed to pick up some last minute supplies he forgot for the party and left me alone to prepare myself and greet the guests as they arrived. I took a shower, shampooed and blow dried my hair, painted my lips bright red and my eyelids blue in the alluring way Dane liked, and then anointed my body with fragrant oil I found in the bathroom cabinet.

I turned from the mirror to put on the sheer clothes Dane always laid out for me on the bed, but found none there. At first I thought he forgot to pick something out for me, which would be unusual given his attention to detail regarding what he wanted me to wear. Then I saw a sealed envelope on my pillow with my name on it. Had he left me written instructions this time? I opened it and the note inside read:

“You said you would wear the jewelry and only the jewelry whenever I wanted. This is what I want you to wear this evening. I wish to show you off to my friends, Ms. Wells.”

What Dane chose to cover my body with could easily fit in the palm of his closed fist. In the envelope were two small red crystal pendants that dangled an inch off my nipples and a tiny thong waistband made of gold beads strung together that framed the shape of my labia, drawing one’s eye directly to the exposed lips of my pussy. After I adorned my flesh I looked at myself in the mirror, a pretty harem girl ready for the slave auction. I was proud of my body, with feminine curves in the right places, thick silky long black hair and pretty brown eyes. Since it was Dane’s birthday, I would make it a memorable one by putting aside my shame and greeting his friends completely nude.

When I turned to leave the bedroom to wait for the guests to arrive, I saw an envelope on top of the contract with my name on it. I carefully ripped it open and sat down on the edge of the bed to read it.

Veronica,

Meeting you Wednesday was the most significant thing to ever happen to me. I can only thank my lucky stars that you agreed to go out with me. It has been the most emotionally and sexually fulfilling relationship of my life so far and yet it is still brand new. Even if you chose not to sign the contract with me and married Mr. Stone tomorrow, I’d still consider these few days to be the highlight of my life.

You asked me why I’m like this. I’m just as confused about it as you are. I’ve asked myself this question over and over and thought long and hard about it. I had a normal childhood and upbringing, but I always wanted to have a sexual relationship with a submissive woman. I tried to live in the vanilla world and pursued conventional relationships with women, but I never found them satisfying. I went into the military service to beat these thoughts out of me. But even after basic training and multiple tours in Afghanistan, my thoughts would always return to this fantasy woman who I thought I would never find. Now that I met you, it doesn’t seem real, like you’re just a woman that has stepped out from one of my dreams, or I’ve simply imagined you. I look at you while you’re asleep, unmoving in bed, and I think that you’re not real and I fight the urge to shake you back to life.

The fact is, Veronica, you are a sexually powerful and responsive female. Women such as you have been documented as having the ability to achieve 60-65 orgasms in a single hour of coitus. A sexually active man releases his tablespoon of semen on the average of 3-5 times a week or less. While I think I’m a passionate lover, even on my best days I know I would never be enough to fulfill your desires. As a woman with a strong sexual desire such as you, it pleases me to see you satisfy and be satisfied by multiple partners, men or women to a degree I could never hope to match on my own.

Please try to understand me, Veronica. It seems the more other men are attracted to you, the closer to you I feel. It doesn’t mean I’m not in love with you because I enjoy seeing you pleasuring another man. And I do feel a sense of jealousy when I see you with someone else, but I’m trying to put these petty feelings aside to allow you a richer more fulfilling experience in life. You are like the sun, Veronica, and all of us are like planets revolving around you. You shine your light and give your warmth to all of us and I simply feel lucky to be in your orbit. By giving you this freedom, I can only hope you will not fall in love with someone else and leave me, Veronica.

Would Mr. Stone encourage you to explore this side of your nature, or would he, like most insecure husbands, shame you for straying from his side? You would never be allowed to touch or be touched by another man or woman if you agree to enter into a conventional marriage with your restaurant manager. He would never allow your sexuality to be open to new and diverse experiences. He would always need to be the center of attention and this new found fire inside of you would soon be nothing more than smoldering embers and dust. And spanking you, in public as well as in private is just a public declaration to assure me and everyone else who you actually belong to.

So that may be some of the reasons behind my behavior and my desire to make you my submissive/slave. I don’t know if this helps in your understanding of me. I will love you for the rest of my life, regardless of the choice you make.

All My Love, Dane

After finishing the letter, I held it to my breast. I felt so close to Dane for revealing such intimate thoughts in the note. I owed it to him to see if we were compatible as Dom and sub. I decided to let go and follow my inhibitions, my instincts as a woman. Checking the time, I knew our guests would be arriving any minute. I tried to run through my mind the names of the friends Dane had invited, friend, Clint Rogers, Aiden Moore, James Franklin and his wife, Wendy Franklin. I received a text from Dane and opened it. My heart started beating rapidly as I read it.

“Please take care of our guests, Veronica. I give you my permission to be with them, but only if you find them attractive and if it pleases you to allow them to touch you. Remember, you are the one in control of whether you wish to experience a moment of intimacy or not. You are always in control, Veronica. Remember that. Clint and Aiden are about to arrive. I’ll be home soon, after I’ve given you a moment to become better acquainted. Also, after dressing in the jewels, please do one last thing for me. On the table in the Pleasure Room, there are three small glass balls connected to a plastic retrieval cord. If you’re in the mood, try stimulating yourself with a few drops of the clitoral cream and slide the glass balls into your sex. I’m anxious to see how you like the feeling… Please never forget that I love you, Veronica. P.S. Did you read my letter?”

I walked through the silent adobe to the Pleasure Room and massaged my clitoris with the cream. A warm pleasant sensation spread though my vagina and I slipped the glass balls one by one into my vagina. I breathed in deeply and stood up, feeling the balls shift within me. As I slowly walked back to the living room to await the arrival of the guests, the balls gave me an internal massage, rubbing against the walls of my sheath. It was a most sensual feeling. I sat down on the couch, shut my eyes and felt the sensation within me.