1. Double Domination - Part 2


    Date: 6/6/2016, Categories: BDSM, Author: katyswann, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    It was a regular Saturday night. Nick and I were cuddled up on the sofa together watching X Factor. Everything was calm – normal. It was two weeks since Nick had arranged for a guy called Brad to double-dom me and the marks from the whip had only just faded. My memory hadn’t though. Sometimes, when I was at work, I’d find myself daydreaming back to that night when… “I want to increase the intensity of our D/s dynamic.” What? The calm of a moment ago suddenly became a raging storm as Nick’s words shot adrenalin through my veins. Last week I’d hinted that I wanted more than just sexual kink. I’d said something along the lines of wanting to take it outside of our bedroom and live the D/s lifestyle more fully. Oh crap, what had I started? I stared, wide eyed, at my boyfriend, but couldn’t speak through the enormous lump that had formed in my throat. I couldn’t quite work out if my lack of speech was from shock or excitement. Nick waited silently for a response so, when I had gathered myself enough to answer coherently, I nodded and managed to whisper, “Yes, Sir. I’d like that.” What did he have in mind? How far would he take this? My head buzzed with the possibilities. Okay, I didn’t want a twenty-four seven Total Power Exchange, but my need to submit didn’t go away just because we weren’t having sex. Nick smiled and brushed a stray strand of hair away from my face. “Okay, this is what’s going to happen.” His voice had changed, the way it always did when he slipped into Dom mode. ...
    It came naturally to him to speak to me in a deeper, more gravelly voice and it was inevitable that I melted at its effect. I waited silently for him to continue, my heart hammering so hard in my chest that it almost hurt. “From now on you will address me as Sir when nobody else can hear. When we’re playing you’ll continue to call me Master. Understood?” My bones slowly turned to jelly. “Yes, Sir,” I replied, in a wobbly voice. “Before you sit down you now need to wait for permission. I want you to kneel by my feet and wait to be invited to sit on a chair or on the sofa. Of course, all this applies only when we’re alone,” he added, solemnly. “Of course, Sir.” I grinned as I imagined myself kneeling on the floor at our local coffee shop. That would get a few stares. “You will always sleep naked.” He glared at me, as if making sure he had my full attention. “No more fluffy pyjamas. And certainly no underwear. Nothing.” I nodded to let him know that I understood and waited for him to continue. Because I could tell there was more. “Do you accept these new rules?” he asked. His eyes probed mine, seeking more than a verbal reply. He got his answer as tears pooled and blurred my vision. “Yes, yes, yes, Sir,” I cried happily and threw my arms around him. This was a dream come true. He chuckled and hugged me back. “One more thing,” he growled in my ear. Uh oh, I knew there’d be a catch. I pulled back from him and waited silently for him to reveal his final demand. Please don’t let it ...
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