Heather started to point out that she hadn’t brought a bathing suit, then realized that would sound sort of silly at this point, so she said, “Sounds like a plan. I think I need to buy some things. I know I need wrist and ankle cuffs, and you said something about a leather paddle. I’d also like to get those clampy things for his nipples. Is there somewhere we can go shopping, so you can help me put together a kit of the basics?”

  “Yeah, it’s called the internet. I’ll text you a couple of sites I like to use, and a list of things you’ll probably want to get. I suggest you and Kyle do the shopping together, though. You can learn a lot about how he feels about activities by watching his reactions as you mention them. But tonight we’ll be at my house, and I have lots of stuff you can use. So, I’ll ask again, is there something you want to do to him?”

  “I’m still intrigued by this rule where he can’t orgasm until I tell him he can, so I guess I want to play around with that some more. Also, I want to do some of what you explained he needs — small things to exert my dominance. I also want to restrain him while I fuck him, like, really restrained, where he can’t move much at all, and I want to have a punishment planned in case I need to make a point about something. Oh, and I want to do some things to show him he’s special, like some of the small touches you’ve done with me. And I think I want to start playing with his ass — I don’t want a strap on just yet, though I’m intrigued by that idea, but I think I’d like to put some gloves on and play around some.”

  “An excellent blueprint of the evening. I’m impressed with your list.” He took another bite, considering. “Okay, I’ll show you how to use the bondage table to safely strap him down so he can’t move a muscle. I’m thinking perhaps you should ride him while I fuck your ass tonight. As for a punishment, my recommendation for now would be to keep it simple — ten minutes in the corner for a slight infraction, thirty minutes for a bigger infraction. For a really big one, put a coin on the wall and make him hold it up with his nose while his hands are secured behind his back. The problem with that is if he drops the coin you’re obligated to up the punishment, and I’m not sure you want to go there just yet.”

  “I was thinking that the first time I punish him, I should let him know I mean business. Will corner time do that?”

  Marcus looked at her a few moments and softly asked, “Do you mean business with this, Heather? I’m giving you a way to ease into it, so you can back out should this not work for you.”

  Heather shook her head, and her eyes watered at the idea of not being able to give Kyle what he so clearly needed. “I love him, Marcus. On top of that, I thought I was never going to enjoy sex, and the two of you have opened up this whole new world for me. I’ve tasted the fruit of knowledge; I don’t think there’s any going back.”

  “Okay then, I’ll show you how to properly wield a belt — safely and effectively. You’ll use one of his belts on him, the one he most often wears with jeans. You won’t give him a number the first time you do it. You’ll tell him you’re going to take him past the point where he can comfortably take it, and you won’t know how many that will be until you get there.”

  “Using his own belt, that’s another piece of the mental aspects of this, isn’t it?”

  “It is.”

  She stood. “I’ll wash the dishes while you put the pillows on the wall and prepare to give me a flogging lesson.”

  Chapter 21

  Two hours later, Heather was naked and in the Jacuzzi with Marcus when her cellphone finally rang. Marcus turned the jets off as she reached for her phone, so it was mostly quiet when she answered.

  “Kyle, I was starting to get a little worried. Everything okay?”

  “I’m good, just busy. I did some work on someone a few months ago, and she was involved in a car crash last night. She requested that I come in and sew her up while the other doctors repaired the more critical items. She broke the side window with her head, and I picked glass out of her ear and the side of her head for over an hour. I put well over a hundred stitches into her face, neck, shoulder, and arm. It looks like she’s going to be okay, a bunch of broken bones and a concussion, but everything should heal. So, I slept in and got a late start today. How are you and Marcus getting along?”

  Mostly, Kyle dealt with people who weren’t sick, but every once in a while something like this happened, and he had to deal with trauma — and with distraught family members. She wanted to ask how he was handling this emotionally, but it felt as if she should wait and ask in person, rather than over the phone, so she merely told him, “I wish you could be here with us. We’re in the jacuzzi right now, and later he’s going to show me the waterfall on his property. Are you still going to be okay to meet up with us by around four or five? If you aren’t up for an adventure, we can chill out and watch a movie.”

  “I think everyone is stable enough I can probably go a few hours away from the phone this evening, and to be honest, I think I could use the escape of just pleasing you and not worrying about anything else for a while.” Once everyone was stable, he could let calls from the nurses go to voice mail, and then deal with any issues all at once a few hours later. In an emergency, the hospital’s doctors would step in, but even minor issues on Saturday night were rare, so Heather expected she’d have plenty of time to help take Kyle out of his own head.

  “I love you so much. I’m the luckiest girl in the world. Go finish your rounds, and we’ll see you this evening. Do you want me to text you before we take off?”

  “If you can, please.”

  “Of course I can. Take care of yourself, stay hydrated and get something healthy to eat, okay?”

  He laughed. “Yes ma’am. I love you, too, and I can’t wait to see both of you this evening.”

  “I love you more.”

  She hit the end button, put the phone down, and folded a piece of the towel on top of it to protect it from splashing water. She and Marcus were both nude, but they were each in a separate seat in the hot tub, several feet away from each other. She flexed her right arm. “I had no idea flogging would be a workout. My right arm feels like it’s been to the gym all by itself.”

  “Properly controlling a flogger works your muscles in ways they aren’t accustomed to being used. Once you get them used to it, it’s not so bad.”

  She laid her head back and closed her eyes. “I’ll take your word for it.”

  “Are you still taking Eric and his friend skydiving next week?”

  “Yes, Tuesday. I’ll take them up in the ‘copter and let them jump down to my property in Apison. They’ve paid for five jumps each, and I’ve made arrangements to have food catered out to us partway through the day.”

  “Do you plan to ask Eric about any of what we’re doing?”

  “Eric’s a good friend, and I’d like to have someone to talk to who isn’t invested in what happens. He knows I don’t feel pain like a normal person, and since he’s a Dom, I won’t have to explain any of that part of it. He’ll already understand.”

  “You don’t need to convince me. I think it’s great you have someone else to talk to. Eric’s a great guy, and I’m happy to discover the two of you consider each other a good friend. I’ve only met Kendra once, but they seem really happy together.”

  “I’ve met her a few times. We did this really illegal nighttime hang-gliding thing, but there was a full moon and the weather was perfect, and it was magical. We were really safe with it, and we didn’t get caught.”

  “Based on your list, I have some ideas for what we should do tonight, with Kyle. Do you want to change anything, now that you’ve had some hands-on experience?”

  “I told you what I’d like to do, but I’m not sure I have any ideas for how to make it happen. I’m new to sex, new to the dominance thing, new to the sensations you’ve given me. I’m kind of hiking without a map or a GPS or even a freaking compass.”

  “You’re doing beautifully. Okay, my idea is for you to fully dominate Kyle, to see if that alone turns you on, or whether you need physical sensations to be turned on. Either way is fine, but it’s something we should know. If just dominating turns you on, great. If not, then you just order him to do something that will turn you on — like play with your clit with a vibe while he sucks your nipples.”

  “How do we do this? Do we plan it all out so we coordinate, or is this going to be my ball game with you observing? You can’t really offer me advice while I work on him, can you? You don’t want to give the appearance of Topping him, right?”

  “We start out with a rough draft of what we want to happen, with a few alternate possibilities in case something isn’t working. What may work perfectly one night may flop a week later. Part of being a good Dom is being flexible.”

  “How do I dominate him and include you?”

  “You’ll probably need some time alone with him to start. I can turn the intercom on in the playroom, so I can hear what’s going on from another room.”

  Heather nodded, thinking it would be good for her to connect with Kyle again with just the two of them. “I strip him, then put the cuffs on him—”

  Marcus interrupted. “No, you start the buildup long before then. You text him to call you when he has a few minutes to talk. Then you tell him that when he arrives at my house he’s to come in the kitchen door and lock it behind him, and that he’s to strip, fold his clothes, place them in a neat stack on the kitchen table, and come to the playroom. He’ll be hard as a rock when he walks in the door.”

  Chapter 22

  When Kyle made it to Marcus’s house that night, he did as instructed, locking the door and stripping, removing his belt from the trousers before he folded everything and put the small stack on the table.

  He walked through the house with the belt draped over his shoulders, his hands clasped behind his back, hyper-aware of his rock-hard cock as he walked up the steps.

  And then he stepped into the playroom and froze, speechless.

  Heather was standing in high-heeled black shoes, black panties, and a black bra with holes so he could see her nipples. She was magnificent.

  He’d fantasized about Heather as a Dom, but hadn’t ever thought it would actually happen. It seemed too good to be true, but he’d known Heather a long time, and she didn’t do anything halfway. This was really happening, and his dick throbbed so hard, it moved with the beat of his heart, pulsing in front of him. It felt like a big movement, but a glance down told him it was barely noticeable.

  “Drape the belt over the spanking horse and kneel before me.”

  “Yes, my Lady.”

  Kyle had been trained to be elegant in his submission, and he did his level best to show respect and grace, so he kept his hands behind his back until he reached the horse, and he only moved them to drape the belt over the horse, and then he reclasped his hands behind his back, stepped to Heather, and sank to his knees before her.

  He was unsure of where to look, so he focused on her feet in those sexy-as-fuck heels, and his cock pulsed faster.

  “Look at me, Kyle.”

  He looked up and saw her as he’d always wanted to see her — a sexual being with no doubts or insecurities, telling him what to do, and allowing him to adore her.

  Kyle wanted to be her source of pleasure in every way possible.

  “I’m going to begin claiming you as mine tonight. Not my boyfriend, or my lover, but mine. If I do something you aren’t comfortable with, or something that hurts in the wrong way, I expect you to say mayday. Understood?”

  “Yes, my Lady. Thank you.”

  “Give me your left wrist, please.”

  He thought Marcus must have given her lessons, because she checked the tightness as if she knew what to check for, and she didn’t fumble with the buckles even a tiny bit.

  When both cuffs were on, she ordered, “Put your hands behind your head, please.”

  Kyle immediately complied, and she said, “You do not have permission to come. You must use terms of respect if you choose to speak — either ma’am or my Lady will suffice. Do you agree to these rules?”

  “Yes, my Lady.”

  She smiled. “I find that having you on your knees before me like this is a turn on. Did you clean yourself out before arriving as you were instructed?”

  “Yes, my Lady.”

  “And what do you think that means?”

  Kyle could tell this conversation was doing something for her, and it was sure doing something for him. “It means you’re probably going to use my ass, my Lady.”

  “Yes, but before we get to that, let’s clear a few things up. I want you to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, who’s in control here. I don’t want you to have to test me in order to find that out, so I’m going to give you a taste of what a punishment will be if you break a rule. Please stand, walk to the bondage table, bend at the waist, and put your hands on the table. Position yourself so your arms and body are stretched out in order to reach the table.”

  It only took a few seconds to move into position, his legs separated, his asshole on view.

  “Legs together, and arch your back more.”

  Kyle did as instructed, and bit back a groan when she reached for his cock.

  A slight squeeze, and then she slowly jacked it. “I’ll be checking in to make sure this stays hard. Your instructions are to stay put, and stay hard. Can you do that for me? Remain in position while I belt your ass? While I whip you with your own belt?”

  Kyle’s cock grew impossibly harder at her words. “Yes, my Lady.”

  The heat of her hand left his cock, and he saw her moving towards the belt in his peripheral vision.

  “First three will be warmup strikes.”

  The first strike didn’t really hurt, but if she considered that a warmup then she wasn’t going to mess around. The second and third strikes came fairly quickly, and he thankfully noted she was situated so she wasn’t wrapping the belt.

  “Count out loud please.”

  The first real strike of the belt felt like a line of fire across his ass. He inhaled and exhaled, and then inhaled again before he could get out, “One, my Lady.”

  And just like that, he felt so vulnerable, bent over, not tied down, waiting for pain to land on his ass again. Part of him wanted to stand and walk away, but the louder part of his brain wanted to accept what Heather was giving him. This was the part he’d tried to explain to her as something he needed, but that he didn’t always want. Pain proved the power imbalance beyond a shadow of a doubt.

  The second strike landed, slashing another line of fire across his ass, and it was all he could do to keep his hands in place. His back bowed up, pulling his ass closer to the table, but he quickly put himself back in position. It took a moment for him to manage speech, but he finally managed to say, “Two, my Lady.”

  He felt her hand on his cock again, still rock hard, “I thought you assured me you could stay still for this. Your feet remained in place, so I’ll give you that one, but you move that much again and the stroke won’t count.”

  Damn, she was really getting into this. “Yes, my Lady.” He wanted to thank her for being strict, for demanding he comply, but couldn’t figure out how to say it with the right kind of respect, so he didn’t.

  “Three more, and these will be quick. If you can remain still for all three then that’ll be it, for this small demonstration. You can wait until all three have landed before you count them off.”

  He nodded, and also arched his back a little more, trying to show her he was hers, doing her bidding, even if it meant pain. He mentally planted his feet and determined to absorb the strikes without moving.

  Another line of fire, and he managed to stay completely still.

  The next followed less than five seconds later, and his right foot came close to raising straight up, but he managed to keep it in place.

  He cried out when the final strike slashed across his naked skin. His back bowed up again, but he kept his feet in place and hoped it wasn’t too much.

  “Ohhh, too bad. We’re going to have to do the last one again. Spread your legs for this one.”

  Kyle was relieved — he’d have been disappointed if she’d let him get away with the movement. He needed someone who absolutely meant it when she made a rule.

  With his legs spread, his balls would be vulnerable if her aim wasn’t right. This was about trust though, and he wanted to give her his trust.

  “That was three and four, my Lady.”

  “Do you think you can remain still for this strike?”

  Would she make this last strike a little less intense, so he could get past it? Or would she make it even harder, to make a point? He didn’t know, but he wasn’t going to disappoint her, either way, so he answered, “Yes, my Lady.”

  He tensed, waiting, but the strike didn’t come. He blew out a breath and relaxed his ass muscles, and only then did he hear the leather flying through the air.

  This was the hardest yet, and he fought to stay still. He managed it, but barely, and a good ten seconds passed before he could get out, “Five, my Lady.”

  Her hand soothed his ass, cool against the heat she’d created.

  “Should you ever give me a need to punish you, we’ll begin with ten for a slight infraction. Serious infractions may very well be multiples of ten. Please face me and kneel.”

  When he was in place, looking up at her, she held the belt six inches in front of his face. He knew what she wanted, and he leaned forward and kissed it. Her smile made his heart happy. He’d pleased her.

  “Climb onto the bondage table. Face up, head near the top.”

  Kyle heard Heather gathering things as he positioned himself on the table, but all that mattered was following her orders. Otherwise, his hand would be wrapped around his throbbing, pulsing, engorged dick.