Chapter 8! Sorry about not updating, I was very busy these past few days...

Warnings: Smut, BDSM, spanking, idk what else...

Disclaimer in chapter 1

Enjoy!

Sir

Chapter 8

Feeling Better With Sir

"I don't know what you're doing Steph, but you should keep at it, you look amazing!"

I blinked and looked up from the files in my hand. Connie gave me a smile and said, "I'm not lying Steph, you're glowing in front of me."

I felt a blush tint my cheeks and said, "Thanks, Connie, I'm just here to pick up the files for Rangeman and to tell Vinnie that I'm quitting, Carlos offered me a permanent position at Rangeman and I'm taking it."

"Good for you, he must be doing wonders for you," Connie gave me a wink and I smiled, shook my head and went to tell Vinnie that I was leaving. Of course, he didn't take it lightly, but in the end, it took a well place threat to tell his wife about the animal files on his for him to leave me in peace.

I climbed into my brand new Audi R5, sank into the buttery soft leather seats. The Audi was a company car, as Sir told me, when he placed the keys in my hand, but I would be the only one driving it, since it wasn't a standard Rangeman black car, it was fire engine red car that was sex on wheels and purred like a kitten.

"Humor me, Babe," Sir said to me, dropping the keys to the Audi in my hands, "Humor me and let me take care of my sexy, little sub."

He had me at the sexy little sub part and he knew it!

I looked down at the files in my hands and thought about Connie's remark. Do I look amazing? Was I glowing, was I happy with where I was now? The answer was yes, I was happy, I was positively glowing and yes, I would keep at what I was doing. The relationship I had with Sir was a blessing and I didn't even know it.

I shifted in the driver seat and let out a hiss, as the fabric of my dress brushed against the rope burns that criss crossed my body. Spikes of pleasure ran through my body and I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my head falling back against the seat and my legs spreading on their own. Sir was turning me into a different creature, three months ago, we were just working on the collar, but now, I would get wet, with anticipation, when he bought out the Japanese silk ropes or the coarse rope that left delicious marks on my body, when tied tightly. I couldn't function without a collar on my neck and don't even get me started on the sex. It. Was. Amazballs! The amount of orgasms I could have in a day increased to three, but I found that I couldn't get off without Sir. He did this on purpose, I'm sure of it. He gives me the luxury to masturbate but unless he's watching me, I can't even feel a spark. I could come on the spot, the moment he would sink into me, or if he landed blows on my bottom when we would have sex, I would see stars.

How did living in a BDSM world give me the confidence that I didn't have before? How did giving up control on almost every single thing in my life, let me fly? Why was it, that when I walked in a busy mall, wearing nothing under my clothes but a harness make me feel so powerful. Why did rope burns give me such a big thrill? Was I a freak? This couldn't be normal, right? I know I could go to Sir, but…he was a Dom, he wasn't the one getting tied up and whipped. He had in the past, apparently, but he wasn't now, I needed someone who was a sub like me.

I instantly thought of one person and then took my phone out and sent the text to the person I thought about. She answered in under 30 seconds.

"Stephanie! I just got out of a meeting, when I got your text, I have all the time in the world for your crisis!"

"Thanks Heidi, how long have you and your master been in this relationship, you never really stated on your website."

Heidi was the name of the blogger I followed religiously. She and I had become close internet friends and so, two months ago, we had given each other our phone numbers, should we have a need to talk to a fellow sub. Sometimes, we would talk about trivial things, like work, or shopping or our Doms, and other days, it would be intense conversations about our frustrations or our fears. Today, the conversation would be an intense one, because I was starting to feel a bit insecure about myself.

"Um…I had been 25, when Master gave me the offer, I'm…uh…it's been 6 years, since I've been with Master."

Wow. 'Can we talk on the phone, I don't think this conversation should be via text.'

Two minutes later, she was calling me and I answered with a quick, "Heidi, hey."

"What's got your mind in a tizzy?" Heidi asked, in the odd husky voice that made her always sound like she just had sex, "It's one of those intense conversations, hmm?"

"I…I was thinking about Sir and I," I confessed, "And I was wondering…are we freaks, is what we're doing normal? Most of my adult life, the only thing that I knew about sex was that, He got an orgasm, I got an orgasm, I take the pill, no babies."

"Do you want to know the freaky thing about the lifestyle we live, Stephanie?" Heidi asked, her voice lowering, "The freaky thing is that a majority of people wish they could live the way we do, but are unable to do so, because of their surroundings. They live in strict neighborhoods, their spouses reject that side of them, they have religion, etc, etc, etc, but the thing about us, Stephanie, is that, we know our limitations, we know what we should accept and what we shouldn't accept. We don't care about what these people think, as long as we're happy, as long as we're free. For five years, I've been free, I've been the happiest as I've ever been, with Master. I would like to say that we are actually the most normal people out of the bunch, Stephanie. Don't let people tell you otherwise, sweetie."

The lead weight on my chest seem to melt away and I let out a happy laugh and said, 'Well, you are right about that, I haven't been this happy in a long, long time. Maybe I should have gotten into this lifestyle ages ago."

"I know, if I had, maybe that Ph.D wouldn't have been hell on me," Heidi chuckled, making me laugh.

We laughed for a few more moments, before Heidi thanked someone on her side of the phone. I heard so rustling and then Heidi said, "Master must have bought me a gift, he's such a softie, I'm so happy that-"

Heidi went quiet, instantly, making me wonder, for a second, if she hung up the phone on me. I heard something be violently shaken or some sort and then Heidi said, in a small voice, "I have to go, Stephanie, I have to call Master, goodbye."

She hung up on me quickly, l hung my phone up, placed it in my purse and started the car, wondering what happened to the woman to make her freak out like that. I pulled out of the parking lot and made my way to my parents' house. I haven't seen mom, or Grandma Mazur in a bit, and it would be nice to have some conversations with them.

I pulled up to my parent's house and saw the white van that Valarie drove her small army around. I don't know how she could do it, she had four girls, and another one on the way, it was scary! I parked the car and made my way inside of the house. I found my mom, sister and grandmother in the kitchen, drinking coffee and eating coffee cake. Yum. It was just Valarie and baby number 4 today, Eliza and Eliza was tottering around the kitchen, with her stuffed cat.

"I just got the news from Vinnie, you've quit your job!" My mom hated my job as a bounty hunter and so, finding out that she didn't have to worry about me getting killed was like Christmas to her.

"I did," I said, reaching out to grab a slice of cake but stopped, remembering that Sir told me no sweets today, in exchange for that 4th orgasm last night, "Carlos offered me a full time position at Rangeman, and I took it."

"Surrounded by all those hot men, if I was only 30 years younger," Grandma Mazur fanned herself, "I could get tied up, like that chick in that book, I'm sure they wouldn't have any problems dominating me!"

That was an image I didn't want to think about. Gross! Valarie, my mom and me gave each other a look before shaking our heads. Yup, we were all in agreement with that one.

"Honestly, Mother," My mom said, getting up and pouring another cup of coffee for herself, "What did I tell about talking about that kind of stuff, it's unnatural."

Here we go again about this topic. I turned to Valarie and found her agreeing with our mom. Of course she would agree, if she told Val that the world was flat, she would nod her head and agree with her. Always had to be mother's favorite daughter, didn't she?

"Well, I for one, don't think it's unnatural," I said, causally, drinking my black coffee, and trying not to look nonplused, "I think, if Grandma Mazur wants to swing from the ceiling, in chains, she should have that right, right Grandma Mazur?"

My grandmother gave me a look, as though she was looking at me in a different light. I wasn't the type of person to argue with her mother, either I ignored it, or did what she wanted me to do. This new Stephanie, however, wasn't about to let herself be cowed into submission. I wasn't about to let my mother judge me for something I loved, something I craved. I wasn't about to let her cow my grandmother in submission as well.

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to do whatever you want to do," I said, winking at Grandma Mazur, with a smile, "You've been doing it for a while, why stop now?"

"Hell yeah," Grandma Mazur exclaimed, standing up, "Thanks, sweetie, I'm going to go to the Pleasure Treasure and get some handcuffs. Allen and I want to explore! Come give me a ride!"

I grabbed my purse and then got up, but my mother stopped me by grabbing my arm and saying, "Don't encourage her! What would the neighbors think?!"

"Who cares," I said with a smile, pulling my arm from my mother's grip, "Do they pay my bills, feed me or live with me? Nope. So, who cares what they think. Come on Grandma, let's go on this adventure."

Grandma got a kick out of my new car, and she swore to me that she had an orgasm when she sat in it. We were hallway there when Grandma Mazur turned to me and said, "You should pull your dress down, sweetie, I can see those rope burns."

I blushed hard and then pulled my dress down quickly. I heard Grandma Mazur laugh and then she said, "So, are you into 'Please Master?'

"No," I said, making a left, "Um…Sir doesn't like that book, that's why I gave it to you, Grandma, he's much better than the man in that book."

"I always knew that Ranger hottie was a Dom," Grandma Mazur said to me, making me squeak, "I bet he takes control in the bed, doesn't he?"

"I'm not going to have this conversation with you!" I said, blushing hard and stopping in front of the sex shop, "Just go in there and get what you want!"

Grandma Mazur got out of the car and skipped her way into the shop. I was going to relax for a minute, but my phone rang and Sir's name came up. I answered with a quick, "Yes Sir?"

"Pleasure Treasure?" He asked me, amusement in his voice.

"Grandma Mazur," was all I said, leaning back and closing my eyes, "You know how much I love her."

"I do, Babe," Sir purred in my ear, "But, since you're there now, go inside and pick up a few things for us, this is what I want you to get; A pair of nipple clamps, a leather riding crop and the most dominatrix thing you lay your eyes on in that store. Don't worry about the cost, put it on the company credit card."

If my face wasn't red, it was now. The Pleasure Treasure, though not a part of the 'Burg, was a place where 'Burg wives went to as a last resort, and the owner was a woman who lived in the 'Burg. Everyone was going to figure out that I was into this type of stuff! Not that I cared but I didn't want my mom blowing up my phone!

I squared my shoulders up, climbed out my car and, with my head held high, walked into the sex shop. Sir and I liked to do our shopping online; no one knew our business and we could buy anything we wanted while we were having sex.

Looking around the shop I noticed that really, it was just dedicated to sexy nightwear,vibrators and 'safe' toys. Toys like fuzzy cuffs, silk scarves and the like, things Sir and I skipped over in our relationship. I saw Grandma Mazur looking at the handcuffs, humming and trying to see which set would do her any good. I walked by her and over to the back the store, where the sex videos lay and the BDSM items waited for me. I made a beeline to the whip sections and found myself picking out a shiny black PVC whip, with a wide end and snapped back with ease. I loved it and I bet it would feel good on my thighs! With the whip in hand, I made my was over to another section in the bondage area.

Nipple clamps were something Sir and I hadn't used yet. I was afraid of the extreme pain, and Sir wasn't pushing me to use them. He did though state that if used correctly, nipple clamps and pleasure could take you to a different plateau of pleasure. Most of the clamps in the store were mild looking, toothless and ones that could easily be pulled off. I had to look hard for ones that Sir would approve of and I found them. The teeth were sharp looking and metal, with big metal hoops at the end of the clamp so that weights could be added to them to cause more pain or pleasure. Unlike the ones in which you could snap them on and off easily, these were held in place by a screw, and were screwed on and off. They felt heavy in my hands and I knew, Sir would love to use these on me.

With the crop and clamps in hand, I went in search of the most dominatrix think I could find, and found it by the register. An outfit of some sorts, on display on a mannequin consisting of a black latex PVC corset that ended underneath the breast and right above the pelvis area. A matching thong rested on the mannequin, along with a pair of PVC latex thigh high boots and a pair of matching gloves. If I wore it, it would be like second skin on me, it would be fight for me to put it on, and a challenge for Sir to take it off me, when he was ready to ravage me.

I bought the whole outfit, along with the whip, the clamps and Grandma Mazur's handcuffs. I gave her a smile and said, "A gift, for your own playroom."

The cashier turned out not to be the owner, but her niece, who gave me a small smile, looking at my velvet collar and my purchases. She bag my items up and said, "Not everyone can appreciate the arts of BDSM, I'm glad some do, I hope you enjoy them."

We smiled at one another, before I ushered Grandma Mazur out of the shop. We went to get an early lunch at a café, and then I took her home and headed back to Rangeman. I couldn't wait to show Sir what I got, under his orders.

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"Dios Babe," Sir said, looking me up and down, "You got this on purpose! Going to drive me crazy, spread those legs, Babe."

"Yes sir," I said, from my perch on the dining room table, spreading my thighs, "I got it just for you, Sir."

"I bet you did," Sir hissed, walking in between my legs, running his hands up and down the shiny, slick material covering my thighs, "Mmm, so fucking sexy, I bet it took you forever to get this on."

It took almost an hour and half a bottle of baby oil, I thought as Sir attacked my neck with his lips. It was worth the reaction from him, like a man gone wild. I was getting hot and heavy and I knew he was past the point of no return.

"Where are we?" Sir asked me, his lips trailing across my chin, "Tell me, Babe."

"Green, Sir," I whispered, wrapping my legs around his waist, "We're at Green."

Sir pulled away from me and picked up the nipple clamps. No wonder why he asked me that question, we were going to be doing some limit reaching tonight. As I stated before, I had a series of safe words. Depending on the situation, I would use a certain safe word or the group of safe words. When our play started to tread to uncommon waters, we would use street light colors. Green means go, Yellow meant I'm not comfortable with the situation, but keep on going, and red meant stop, I don't want this. I've have several greens and yellows, but no reds yet, I hope tonight I wouldn't have to use it.

I let out a hiss of pleasure, as large fingers found my nipples, playing with them, tugging at them until they were erect. I closed my eyes as I heard the teeth of the clamps snap open, I was tempted to say my safe word, but something stopped me, fear of disappointing Sir of was it that I was curious, that I wanted to see what would happen.

"Look at me, Babe," Sir said, making me open my eyes, and look into his face, "Look at me, good girl, now where are we?"

"G-green," I whispered, feeling the cool metal teeth graze my left nipple, "We're at-NNNGH!"

I let out a sound of pain as the teeth clamped down hard on my nipple. My legs, which were wrapped tight around Sir, gripped him harder, my hands held tight to the edge of the table and my head was thrown back, my breathing labored and rough. I felt Sir's tongue on my cheek, licking away the tears that had fallen from my closed eyes, "Where are we?"

"Nnng…Green," I sobbed out loud, holding tight to the table, "Green, Sir!"

"You're doing so wonderful, Babe," Sir praised me, as he screwed the clamps tight on my nipple, "So good, time for the second one."

Sir clamped the second one on, without fanfare, it clamped tightly on my nipple, causing pain to go up my spine. I openly sobbed in Sir's neck, as he held me close to him, rubbing my. I had yet to say yellow or red, I could take this pain, I could.

Sir pulled my head up and kissed me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, his hands caressing my thighs, in an attempt to take my thoughts away from the pain. I was adjusting to the clamps on my nipples, I could feel my body relaxing, the pain not as severe as it was before. Sir mst have felt it as well, because he was pulling away from me, murmuring praises, before he told me to get on my hands and knees, right on the table.

I used to be leery about the doggy style position, but Sir took me by the hand and showed me that you could have fun on your hands and knees. I got into the position he wanted me in, wincing as my breast jiggled slightly, making the clamps move on my nipples. I felt firm hands on my hips and then Sir was kissing the bottom of my spine. They were opened mouth kisses, lavishing any area they could reach. I let out a sound as Sir landed a heavy smack on my bottom. It had my body jerking forward and my pussy clenching with want.

"Where are we now?" Sir asked me, as his fingers began to make their way between my thighs.

"Greeeeen," I sighed, as fingers went in between my wet folds, "Oh, Sir, Green…."

I rocked back against the fingers that were now in me, two thick fingers, rubbing my walls, as hot kisses rained on my back. I leaned forward on my arms, rocking my hips and closing my eyes. I was so into the sensations that I let out a scream of shock as one of the clamps was pulled roughly. Pain raced through the pleasure that I was receiving and I turned to see Sir looking at me, a smile on his face.

"I told you," Sir said, looking over me, a smile on his face, "pleasure and pain, they are a perfect combination."

"Oh!" I gasped, as the clamps were tugged again, and my clitoris was stimulated at the same time, "Oh-fuck!"

The pleasure and pain, it was almost too much for me. Sir was manipulating both sensations with ease. I was shivering and shaking, sweat forming on my back.

"Those noises you're making are so cute, going right to my cock," Sir whispered to me, as he played with me, "Where are we now?"

"Ugh…"The words that were on the tip of my tongue melted away like spun sugar. I couldn't think, I couldn't breathe, the only thing on my mind was the pleasure and the pain. I rocked back against the fingers and then screamed in pain as the riding crop, the one that I had bought and forgot, landed on my back.

"I asked you a question, Babe," Sir said to me, hissing it in my ears, "Where are we?!"

"Green!" I shrieked, as the riding crop came down again on my back, "Oh fuck! Green, green, green!"

I cried out as blows rained on my back, as fingers played with my clit. I arched my back, rocking back and forth on the table, screaming and crying as Sir beat me and played with me. I almost fainted with the sensation. I could feel my orgasm building up, lapping at the edges of my conciouseness. I let out a hiss and whined, "Sir! Can I cum, please, can I cum!"

"Not yet, hold it in!" Sir hissed, as he continued to whip me, "Where are we now?!"

"Yellow!" I screamed, throwing my head back, "Yellow, oh fuck, Please let me cum, Sir, I've been so very good!"

"You have," Sir said to me, putting the whip down, "You've been a very good girl, I guess I can let you cum…come on now."

I felt Sir's fingers manipulate my clit and then he tugged on one of the clamps, hard. I let out a scream of pleasure, stars dancing before my eyes as I came. I let out a noise and whimpered, "Feels so good!" My body went slack and then I was falling to the table, shocks of pain rushing through my body as I landed on the clamps. The pain seemed to enhance my orgasm, and by the time it was all over, I lay on the table, breathing hard, my body twitching with the aftershocks of it all. I felt that the table underneath me was wet and I turned my head slightly to see Sir standing before me, a smile on his face.

"You squirted, and got my table wet," Sir said, as I lifted myself up, "Now, where are we?"

"Green," I said, with a smile on my face, "We're at green, Sir."

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"Look up at me, Babe, good girl, Dios, the sight you make right now, turns me on," Sir said to me, his hands in my hair, "That mouth is so nice on me."

I gave Sir a saucy wink as my mouth bobbed up and down his cock. We were in the middle of the living room, with Sir standing up and me on my knees, giving him the pleasure he so deserved. I was still in the latex corset, the gloves and the boots. The matching latex thong was long gone, and the clamps were still attached to my nipples.

"Take me deeper in that mouth of yours Babe," Sir growled, snapping his hips harder, "Good girl, Dios, look at you go! Damn, that mouth is so hot."

I placed my hands on his bare thighs, bracing myself as the head of his cock hit the back of my mouth, going into my throat. I relaxed my throat, closed my eyes and took the last few inches until my nose was pressed against his groin. Sir gripped my head tightly, thrusting in and out of my throat, those chocolate brown eyes dark with desire. What a sight we must make, Sir, losing control and me, in latex, letting myself be used. I wouldn't want it any other way, though, I loved the life we lived, I loved the freedom, I loved…

"Here it comes!" Sir growled, snapping his hips once more and then pausing, "Dios, Babe, so sexy! Drink my cum."

I closed my eyes, feeling Sir pulse inside of my mouth, his hot cum hitting the back of my throat, leaving me no choice but to swallow it, not that I minded. He pulled out of my mouth, breathing softly and then sat down on the couch. I crawled into his lap, and we sat together, Sir's strong arms around me, his scent washing over me. I loved this feeling, I loved the feeling I had with Sir. I could feel Sir relaxing, his body loosening up and his breathing getting deeper. I loved this side of Sir, the side he couldn't let loose normally. He never let his guard down, but when he was with me, he could go to sleep almost instantly. I leaned up in his lap, kissing his lips and whispered, "Good Night, Sir, I…"

I lowered move voice a bit more and said, almost with no voice, "I love you, Sir…"

I really wanted to get out of this damn latex corset, but I could wait an hour or so, besides, cuddling with Sir after sex was a must!

TBC…

More to come, this chapter hopefully made up for me being incognito for two days. Leave a review, please!