Nov. 23, 2013. Lynn Lane, Tulsa, OK.
Zac
The day of my third scheduled session with Lily, I found myself checking my watch all afternoon. If Kate noticed, which she probably did, she didn’t comment on it. Nat was over our house again, her emotions drifting between sorrow, rage and defeat. I could see even Katie was growing tired of it, but they had been friends for years, so she was used to it.
I couldn’t even pinpoint exactly what had me so excited. Maybe it was the thought of what we’d planned, or the odd therapy that seemed to accompany the playtime. Or maybe it was just seeing Lily. She was growing on me, in more ways than one. The fact that she refused to put up with my bullshit was definitely a factor, and her looks certainly didn’t hurt either–not that I had gone into this looking for physical attraction.
I liked that she got me to open up, too. She knew how to walk the line between personality and professionalism, when to push and when to back off. It made me want to tell her more. I doubted she would be as willing to listen if she knew everything, like just how close the guy I thought about all the time was. Still, I was determined to enjoy this for as long as it lasted.
I was actually rocking on my heels as I waited on her doorstep. I felt ten years younger, for better or worse, with all the energy–and all the nerves.
“Good evening, Zac,” she said when she finally answered the door.
“Evening.”
“Come on in. I’m sure you’re anxious to get started tonight, hm?”
“Yes ma’am,” I said, stepping inside.
“Good. Let’s not waste any time then.”
I tried to suppress my grin as I followed her down the hall. It was silly, being so excited for what basically amounted to a torture session. That much was made even clearer when I saw the lengths of rope on the bed, along with the same knife she had used last time. I bit my lip to calm myself.
“Well, let’s get started then. Clothes off. All of them.”
I nodded and stripped down quickly. With the way she eyed me, I should have been nervous, but I wasn’t, at least not about my nudity.
“Someone’s anxious,” she said with a smirk. “Does that mean you’ve been bad again?”
“Yes, ma’am.” My smile fell slightly. It felt… wrong, somehow, thinking of Taylor while standing there with Lily. Like I was cheating on… one of them. It made no sense, and I couldn’t really explain it, but I didn’t like it.
“So you’ve earned this punishment, have you? Thinking about that person again?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Then you’ve definitely earned this,” she said, taking one of the ropes and tying it to the bedpost. “On the bed, on your stomach.”
I nodded and did as she asked, trying to find a somewhat comfortable position.
“I’m going to tie you up for this. You’ve got to be very still for this, so if you’re tied up, we’re taking less chances of you moving. Understand?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Good.” She took one of my wrists and secured it to the bedpost. “How’s this?”
I gave a tentative tug; the knot was relatively loose, and I probably could’ve pulled out of it. “You can go a little tighter.”
She raised an eyebrow, but tightened the knots. “Better?”
“Thank you ma’am,” I said, nodding.
“You’re welcome.” She smiled a bit as she tied down my other wrist. As she took her time, I found myself absently tapping my foot.
She looked down with an amused grin. “Anxious, are we?”
“A bit.”
“Oh well. You can wait a bit longer.”
“Yes ma’am,” I sighed
“That’s a good boy.”
I tried to crane my neck to look behind me, but I couldn’t make out just what she was doing. Still, I felt the silky rope wrap around one ankle, my leg being gently tugged straight.
“That should stop you from tapping your foot, at least.”
I smirked, and deliberately tapped my other foot against the bed a couple times.
“Stop that,” she said, flicking my ankle before tying it down. “I’m serious about how still you need to be tonight, Zac.”
“I know,” I said, chuckling. I couldn’t resist messing with her a little, but I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful. “I’ll behave.”
“I’m sure you will.” As she finished with the rope, she crossed around to the other side of the bed and picked up the knife. “As I said, you need to be very still. One wrong move on either of our parts, and this could get very messy. That’s not what we want.”
“Yes ma’am.” I swallowed hard, my eyes glued to the knife’s blade.
“Good, I’m glad you understand. Okay then. Here we go.” She leaned down slowly, and barely pressed the tip of the knife against the back of my neck. My body instantly tensed up, and she backed off a little, the blade brushing against my upper back.
“Very, very still, Zac,” she said softly.
“Yes ma’am.”
She began to draw the blade down my back, the edge leaving an icy cold trail. I let my eyes fall closed, focusing on the sensation.
“I know you’ve been bad, though, haven’t you?”
“Y-yes ma’am…” My breath hitched as I fought the urge to shiver. Her voice was soft as velvet, but with an almost threatening edge to it that excited me a lot more than it probably should have.
“How bad, Zac?” She pressed the blade a little harder against my skin, and I let out a whimper, but not out of pain.
“B-bad.”
“Did you touch yourself, Zac?” She dragged the knife up and down my back in slow lines. “I’m certain I told you not to.”
“Y-yes, ma’am,” I said, moaning softly. This was unlike anything I had ever experienced, and I was caught completely off-guard by just how… good it felt.
“That’s not good, Zac.” She flipped the knife so the duller edge was against my skin, but that allowed her to press even deeper, and I gasped. The tip still dug in, and even though she hadn’t broken skin, I was sure there would be marks. I wanted there to be marks.
“You’ll learn, though. You’ll be a good boy, won’t you, Zac?”
“Y-yes Mistress… I mean, yes ma’am…” I wasn’t sure where the different title had come from. I wasn’t sure of anything at that moment, other than how on fire my nerves were.
“You can call me Mistress if you’d like. Would you like that?”
“I… I think so. If that’s alright.” Something about referring to her that way did make sense; she was essentially my master at this point, at least during our sessions. It seemed like another level somehow, though, going from ‘ma’am’ to ‘mistress’.
“That’s alright,” she said, pressing just a bit harder with the knife.
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“You’re welcome.” She brought the knife down to my lower back and I tensed up again, reflexively. “Be still. You can do it. You’ve been so good tonight, Zac.”
“Yes, thank you, Mistress. I’m trying.” I really did like calling her that, I decided.
“You’re doing very good.”
I felt my back arching, my hips grinding into the mattress slightly, but I fought to stay still. I had been trying to ignore it, but as she criss-crossed the lines she’d already drawn, I moaned, the result of her actions painfully obvious.
I didn’t dare look up, but I was pretty sure she was grinning as she traced lines and patterns with the knife, drawing more moans from me. A thin layer of sweat was building on my forehead; I leaned my head back, squeezing my eyes shut and panting a little.
“You’ve done very well with this punishment, Zac. I think you’ll remember this one, and you’ll be better next time, won’t you?”
“Y-yes, Mistress.”
“Good boy.” She took the knife away and I actually whimpered at the loss. I heard her place it on the table, and I turned to smile weakly at her. My whole body was trembling, still painfully on edge. She ran her fingers up and down my back, tracing the lines she’d left. I took a few deep breaths, willing my body back from the edge onto which it was currently hanging.
She reached up to untie my wrists, and the blood rushing back to the now freed skin helped distract from my main problem. I shook my hands a bit, rubbing my wrists to help circulation.
“Wasn’t too tight, was it?” she asked, brushing her fingers over the slightly indented marks the rope had left. I fought the urge to shiver again.
“Nope, I’ve had tighter.”
“Well, there’s no sense in leaving permanent marks from the ropes,” she said as she leaned down to untie one of my ankles. “But I suppose I could go tighter.”
“You’re not gonna break me.” I gave her a smirk, hoping to hide how turned-on I still was.
“I’m not? And here I thought that was the general idea…” She grinned as she got up and crossed around to untie my other ankle. “There you go,” she said, coming back up and patting me on the head. “You’re free.”
I rolled onto my side, taking a bit of the blanket with me as cover. I took a few deep breaths; I could usually calm myself when I got too excited, but I’d come dangerously close to the point of no return.
“So,” she said, sitting next to me again. “Mistress, hmm?”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged, propping myself up and running a hand through my hair. “Just kinda felt right in the moment.”
“I don’t usually insist upon it, but some people like it.”
“That was… good. Thanks.” It felt like an awkward thing to say, but I felt something needed to be said, at least as a distraction. Looking at her smirking at me like that wasn’t helping my efforts to cool down.
“You’re welcome.”
“So… any questions for me this time?”
“You have a problem with my questions?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Not really.” I laid back, arms above my head, blanket carefully arranged. I watched her eyes widen ever so slightly, and if I flexed my arms a little… well, call it a post-session stretch. That’s all.
“Good.”
“So? Anything? I know you’re just dying to know my secrets.”
“Hmm…” She chuckled, again giving me that coy smile, the one that made her eyes sparkle. “Well, I know we’re not going to have another session for a while. But that doesn’t mean you can be a bad boy while you’re away.”
“Yes Mistress,” I said, my smile faltering. We were going back out on the road in just a couple days, and it would be another month before we got back.
“You can be good for me, I’m sure. I’m positive you’re capable of it.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“Good. And I’ll have plenty of time to think of some good punishments, in case you aren’t good…”
“Careful,” I said, giving her a smirk of my own. “You might make me want to misbehave.”
“That is an unfortunate side effect of being so good at my job,” she replied with a laugh.
“And you definitely are.” Was I flirting? I realized I was. But realizing it didn’t make me want to stop.
“Thank you.”
“It’s gonna be tough waiting a whole month before I get to see you again.”
“Mmm, a whole month to try to be good; yes, I suppose that will be tough.”
“I’ll manage.”
“I’m sure you will,” she said, reaching out to stroke my hair. Before I could stop myself I let out a soft purr, and she giggled. “You like that, do you?”
“Mhm,” I sighed. She pulled me a little closer, still running her fingers through my hair.
“How’s your back feel? Sore?”
“Not too bad,” I said after shifting for a moment. I had almost cooled off, but her petting was getting me warmed up again.
“That’s good. You’ll have a few little marks, but they’ll fade.”
I nodded, closing my eyes and leaning into her touch.
“I hope the lack of questions isn’t disappointing you tonight.”
“A little,” I answered honestly. “You can ask anything, you know; can’t guarantee I’ll answer, but you never know, right?”
“I know. Of course, if I want you to answer, you will. But right now we’re just talking.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said with a smirk.
“Yes, I think I like that. Let’s keep that.”
I chuckled, glad to have pleased her in some small way.
“So, a whole month, hmm? I almost feel like that calls for more rules… just to challenge you a little.”
I perked up at that, grinning wider. I didn’t know if it was the rules themselves, or the personal thought that she seemed to put into them, but either way I liked where she was going.
“Just what sort of trouble might you get into while you’re gone… hmm…” She gave me a stern look then. “Now, I realize this is a professional arrangement, and you can certainly end it any time you want. However, as long as I’m your Domme, I expect to be your only Domme.”
“Of course,” I answered, matching her serious expression. The thought of going to anyone else at this point hadn’t even crossed my mind. Even if Taylor offered… well… that wasn’t going to happen anyway, so there was no point worrying about it.
“Good. I don’t want to see any bruises or marks on you that I didn’t cause.”
“Well, what if they’re work related?” I smirked again; I just wanted to make her smile. She just gave me a look though, one eyebrow up.
“I think I’ll be able to tell the difference.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I chuckled. “But if you see scars on my hands, don’t worry.”
“I won’t. Your hands aren’t really the part of you I was worried about.”
I cocked an eyebrow at that, grinning. She caught my look and cleared her throat, and I swore I saw her cheeks turn just a shade darker for a moment.
“Anyway. No one else gets to beat you while you’re gone. Got it?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I answered sweetly, catching the probably-unintentional innuendo.
“Good boy.”
“So out of curiosity, which part are you worried about?” It was going to get me hit, I was certain, but I couldn’t stop myself.
“Well, your back and chest are all mine, aren’t they?” She gave me a bit of a glare, but I could see I’d ruffled her feathers.
“Yes, Mistress, they are.”
“Good.” She looked away, and I had to bite my lip to not laugh.
“Everything alright, Mistress?”
“Peachy. Do you mind if we take a short break? I’m sure you’ll want to get dressed and… compose yourself.”
I cleared my throat and adjusted the blanket; I was still covered, but maybe not as well as I’d thought. I nodded and she stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her.
As I sat up and reached for my boxers, I thought about our session. I couldn’t ever remember being that turned on, at least not by someone I wasn’t related to. I was well aware how fucked up that was, but my mind wasn’t on family ties at the moment. All I could think about was how she’d gotten to me, her voice, her touch. The knife had been even more of an erotic experience than I had anticipated, but it was her that really sent it into overdrive.
Maybe I was getting in over my head, but I had a feeling a month would be far too long to go without my Mistress.