Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
He considered his answer. “Not really. Not for an experienced sub. But for you, yes, it would be a challenge. I have rules, Abby. Rules that I expect to be followed. And if they aren’t followed, punishments are handed out. And they are not pleasant.”
She shivered. “Like what? What rules?”
He debated how much to tell her. “I expect my submissives to be available for my use whenever I choose to use them.”
She frowned. “But...I mean, what if they can’t? I mean-” She lowered her voice. “What if they’re...on their period?”
“They have two other holes, Abby.”
She gaped at him. “Oh.” Her cheeks flushed.
“Not only do I expect them to be open physically, they’re expected to be open emotionally, as well. Meaning they tell me everything they think and feel about our sessions together. They’re not allowed to hold anything back from me.”
“They can’t even have private thoughts?” she asked, incredulous.
“No. Not about the kink. Otherwise I have no idea if it’s going well for them, or if things need to be tweaked or modified. I’m not a mind reader, Abby. I’m very clear and upfront about everything I expect from a sub and I won’t tolerate anything less than the same honesty in return. If she does something I don’t like, I’ll let her know. I won’t chew on it for days, bottling it up until it comes out at the wrong moment or disguised as something else. That’s not fair. They have a right to know exactly what to expect and I have a right to know how well they’re handling that.
“Their jobs, their friendships, their hobbies, that’s all separate. I don’t want to extend it outside the bedroom. I’m not interested in micromanaging a slave. But I need to know what’s working and what’s not in the kink department.”
“Slave?” Abby asked. “You don’t- I mean people don’t-”
“Yes, they do. There are people, submissives, who give up all their power to another person 24/7. They’re called slaves. Their Masters choose their food for them, their clothes, their friends, their leisure time activities, if they get any.”
Abby gasped.
“But I have no interest in that,” he assured her. “I just want to play in the bedroom, but I do demand a lot of my subs, sexually.”
She nodded. “Right. Oral and...anal.”
“That and other things,” he decided to tell her. “I don’t normally come in their pussies like I did tonight, but I know you and I trust you. I don’t take chances with pregnancy. A baby is a lifetime commitment I’m not ready to make with just anyone. If they miss one pill...well, I won’t risk it. But I don’t waste seed, either. If I don’t come in a condom, then they swallow it or take it anally. I mark my subs with my semen, Abby. It’s probably a caveman thing to do, but it’s still a rule.”
She stared at him. “I...don’t know if I could-”
“Like I said, it would be incredibly challenging for you to be my submissive, Abby. I wouldn’t expect it all on day one, from anyone, but I would expect a solid commitment of training to work up to following the rules.”
“What do they get out of it?” she asked.
“It’s a fair question. Plenty of submissives just want to please their Doms. It’s worth it to them to be challenged in order to make their Dominant happy.” Abby scoffed and he held up a finger. “But usually that doesn’t happen right out of the gate. With commitment and affection, comes the desire to please for its own sake, like any normal relationship. Plenty of vanilla people do nice things for their partners just because they care about them. But also, every sub has different needs themselves and it’s the Dom’s job to try and not only meet those needs, but to exceed them.”
He grinned. “Personally, I start out with the basics. Giving them lots and lots of orgasms. And with you I’m going to be spending a fair amount of time eating pussy.” Abby blushed. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of seeing that. “Getting your pussy eaten will pretty much be a standard reward for good behavior. Or possibly it’s Wednesday and I feel like your eating pussy. Whichever.”
She giggled.
“I demand a lot,” he admitted. “But I try to give as much in return. I’m strict but fair.”
Abby changed in the bathroom while Mark waited for her in the living room. When she emerged, he gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “Call me or text me when you get home so I know you made it,” he requested. She nodded.
He wrapped his arms around her before allowing her to leave. “You did great tonight, Abby. Not letting your fear rule you and letting go.” He gave her another, deeper kiss and swatted her ass as she headed toward the door. She laughed.