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My experience in the BDSM world is non-existent. I am doing research and have asked for some advice from a person who has experience. There is no way possible for me to convey the 100% true feelings, trust, and devotion involved in the BDSM lifestyle. I hope that no one is offended by the way that I portray this lifestyle and its choices, and please believe that I would never purposely do , write, or say anything to make this lifestyle or the choices of those in this lifestyle seem bad. I truly hope that you all enjoy this fictional story.
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Chapter 2: A Sub Search
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BPOV
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Running a bath and putting some oils in the water, I was deep in thought over the way things have been lately. I have never had such an immediate reaction to a submissive before. His ability to hold his climax in check impressed me. I knew he was close when he was first inside my body. Reading people is one thing I do well, and why I am one of the best State of Iowa attorneys.
I walk back into the playroom for Edward. When I reached the door, I am surprised to find him at the bathroom doorway kneeling, awaiting permission to enter. I am surprised, but do not let on. "Edward, I will remove the collar so you can bathe," I told him, unbuckling his collar.
"For all accounts and purposes you are still collared. You may rise and follow me to the bath." As he followed me I saw in the mirror his eyes trained to the floor, very seasoned indeed.
After lowering himself into the large tub, I follow grabbing the body wash and pour some into my hand. Moving my hands together I start at his neck, rubbing the soap into his neck, shoulders, back, and arms. Reaching around him, I wash his chest. "Stand up Edward," I say and he stands. I wash his backside and legs and admire the lean, trim, defined muscles.
"Turn around for me," I tell him and wash the front of his body. "Sit down now. I will rinse you off a little. Then you will wash my body and make sure your mistress is all clean."
When his hands touch my skin I felt a tingle, like an electrical current across my skin. I am not cold, but my skin turns to gooseflesh where his hands pass. I have never felt this type of reaction from a submissives touch before, nor has my body ever had this reaction from anyone. I haven't felt this way before, not even with Mike. It was a feeling I never knew, and never expected to feel. I need to think of this later, having responsibilities right now.
"Edward, let's move this to the shower. I want to rinse off under the jets. I will get the shower started, while you drain the tub. Place two bath sheets on the warming rack next to the shower then join me."
When Edward enters the shower I move standing behind Edward, rubbing his skin making sure to remove all the soap. "Rinse my body, make sure all the soap is off me," I tell him, enjoying the feel of his hands again across my skin again.
After we both rinse, I turned off the water. I pull a towel from the warming rack, handing it to Edward. He opens it and holds it up for me. When my back is to his chest and against the towel, he wraps it around my body. Edward reaches for the second towel and starts drying off my shoulders and arms. Moving lower drying my body until each foot is dry. After drying Edward off and helping him into his robe, I put on my robe.
"Edward I will meet you in the den in one hour. Clean the playroom. There is a list on the counter telling you what goes where and how they are to be cleaned. I will place your clothing on your bed. Kneel, so I can replace your collar." Edward drops to his knees in perfect submission form, raising his chin with his eyes lowered to the floor.
When I finish placing his collar on him I ask, "Do you have any questions, regarding your orders? You may answer."
"No Mistress. I have no questions."
I left the room heading to the submissive quarters. I lay out a pair of black boxer briefs with a black silk robe. I went to my room choosing my outfit and got dressed. Downstairs I turn on the music, and with a button I start the fireplace. When he finishes, it will be almost ten at night and normally I have my submissive off to bed by then. I just need to talk to him before either of us went to bed.
I hear him walk down the steps and feel his presence as soon as he is at the door. He immediately drops to his knees and waits for me to call him. "Edward, you may stand and enter. You are free to speak openly, but respectfully. Would you like something to drink?" I ask.
"No thank you, Mistress."
"I want to talk to you. Normally, we would both be in our beds by now. Before I start this discussion, do you have any questions or concerns you need to talk about?" I ask.
"Yes Mistress. I was told to always be open and honest. Mistress, your submissive is wondering; has he done something to make his Mistress unhappy?"
I am taken aback; this is a question I was not expecting. "Edward, I am not unhappy with you at all. I have questions, but am not unhappy." He nods his head in understanding.
"Do you have any other concerns I need to address?"
"No, I have none at this time Mistress," he replies.
"Edward, I want you to know I have been very pleased by your submission. You said in your application you have only seven months of training, yet you come across as a submissive who has had years of training. Your Mistress is very delighted with your submission." He was smiling and I could tell my words did alleviate his concern for my happiness.
"I do not have concerns, but would like verbal answers from you on a few things. Back to your application and your short time as a submissive, what made you aware you are to be submissive?"
"Mistress, I believe I have always known I have a submissive nature."
"I may ask you to explain more at a later time, but let's move on for now. I know you are originally from Washington and graduated from Harvard, so what made you move to Iowa and open your own Architecture business here?"
"Mistress, this is where my mother grew up. My parents want to move here when my father retires. They met here when my father attended the University of Iowa Medical School."
"That does not explain why you chose to move here," I said.
"Yes Mistress. I have always been a momma's boy, Mistress. I moved here to be close to my family. My parents, brothers, and I are a tight knit family."
"How does your family feel about you being forty and unmarried?"
"My brothers tease me all the time, Mistress. They are quite relentless actually. My mom always tells me one day my true mate will find me. My dad does not say much at all."
"Have you dated much since moving here two years ago?"
"No, I have not Mistress. I have never had much interest in bar scenes and I am not a date club type. I guess you could say I am married to my work."
"Your business is extremely successful and I have the privilege to be in a building you designed. Did you always want to design buildings?"
"Yes Mistress. I enjoy design." He sounds almost giddy and there is a lift in his voice. It is nice to see someone who clearly loves the job they do so much.
"Moving on to this evening, was there anything you were uncomfortable with?"
"No Mistress. I was green the entire time."
"Have you ever been asked to keep a journal to show your Mistress or Master?"
"I do write in a journal Mistress. I have never been asked to share it with anyone."
"I would be interested in reading your thoughts. Would you show me your journal if I asked?"
"Yes Mistress. Would you like for me to go get it for you?"
"You brought your journal with you?"
"Yes Mistress. I write in it almost every night."
"Edward, I have a full day planned for us tomorrow, and think it is best we get some rest. You should know I intend on pushing you more than I normally push a submissive during a test weekend. I want you in bed resting by eleven thirty, which gives you roughly thirty-seven minutes to write out what you would like to do if you could plan a scene. It can be pain, pleasure, or a mixture of both. You are to meet me for breakfast at seven am, sharp. There is a list of instructions in your room on the desk. Bring your journal with you to breakfast," I say standing. "Let's head to bed."
He rose with his head lowered and eyes directed to the floor. I turn off the fireplace and music. He follows me as I leave the room and climbs the steps. Outside the submissive bedroom door, I stop and turn to him.
"Edward, look at me please." As he raises his eyes, I continue, "I want you to rest well. Goodnight." I grab the ring on the collar pulling him down to my level and kiss him chastely on the lips. I turn and walk down the hall as I hear him close the door.
EPOV
I quickly grab my journal and sit at the desk. I write out the fantasy scene I have thought over so many times. Since meeting my Mistress, the faceless Domme of my dream, is now clear. Writing out the fantasy is easy work for me. I pick up my instruction sheet. My alarm is set for a quarter to six, shit I am going to be tired. I am to get dressed, go to the gym, run on the treadmill for no less than three miles, and do fifty each: push-ups, sit-ups, jumping jacks, and lunges. Then shower, get dressed, and meet my Mistress in the kitchen at seven sharp.
I dreamt of my Mistress all night long. She is so beautiful. I keep imagining her full long brown hair hanging over my face like a curtain as she rode me, kissed me, and whispered words of want and need. The dream startled me and the alarm went off. My Mistress was sitting in a chair by the bed. She smirks at me and asks, "Edward, did you know you talk a lot when you sleep and are clearly dreaming?"
"No Mistress. I was not aware of that. Your submissive is sorry if he offended you by anything he may have said while sleeping," I reply.
"Let me remove your collar so you can work out and take a shower. Consider yourself still collared and I expect you to behave as such. I will replace your collar in the kitchen when you arrive for breakfast. You should hurry. Put these on and I will see you at seven sharp," she said as she hands me shorts and unbuckles my collar. I quickly get the gym shorts on she hands me, and run to the workout room.
I get on the treadmill, and set the speed to my preferred running speed and set the guide to do a five minute slow down, once I ran the six miles I normally run every day. I ran thinking about my dream, speeding the machine up four times during my run. I think I am trying to outrun my thoughts.
I quickly finish the rest of my work out my Mistress requested I do. I have twenty-four minutes until I have to be in the kitchen. I shower quickly and put on the jeans and polo shirt laid out. There is a note saying to not forget my journal. I grab it and head down the stairs. I get to the kitchen doorway dropping to my knees and kneel. Awaiting her approval to enter the kitchen and join her.
"Edward rise and sit at the table," she says. I stand and walk in the room setting my journal on the table next to her and take the seat across from her she directs me to.
"Edward when we are in this kitchen, you are to act as if we are eating in a public place. You are free to speak to me, carry on conversations, and be yourself. Chin up for your collar." As she buckles the collar she said, "Do not make me take away the privilege of having the kitchen as a free place to eat and communicate. Remember respectful words and tones. Now then, I made breakfast bake. I hope you are hungry."
"Yes Mistress. Your submissive is starving hungry."
"I am glad. I made a lot and I am hungry too, shall we," she said as she walks back around the table and sits down.
"Mistress this is really amazing. You are a wonderful cook."
"Thank you, Edward," she said.
When breakfast was over, I cleaned off the table and put away the rest of the food. I rinse the plates and place them in the dishwasher. I pour another cup of coffee for myself and offer my Mistress another cup. My Mistress must like the fantasies I write and the things I journal. There are about thirty or more pages full in the journal and she is reading them.
"Edward, I must tell you, your fantasy scene really turns me on. I know a few of the things in your scene are strong green, but I was unaware of your desire to be called my slut."
I feel the blood instantly go to my groin. It is going to be a long day. "Edward, do you feel alright?" she asks, smirking. I know she knows what she did to me when calling me her slut.
"I am okay," I reply.
"So, tell me Edward, are you aroused by the word slut or the fact your Mistress said 'my slut' to you?"
"Mistress, being called a slut does turn me on, but hearing you say 'my slut'…..well, it arouses me more than I ever thought possible."
"Edward, I really like reading your journal. I think it helped me learn a little more about you. I am honored you gave me your trust and submission. It is a quarter to nine now. I will see you in the playroom at ten-thirty sharp. I want you naked and kneeling. You will not speak at all in there unless to safe word. You are free to do what you like until then." With that she stood leaving the room. I put the cups in the dishwasher, pick up my journal, and went to my room.
I am in the playroom kneeling and waiting for my Mistress to arrive. I really opened myself up letting her read my journal. There are things in there I do not share with anyone and I feel venerable since I am only testing with my Mistress. I want her to keep me and want to continue giving only her, my full submission. I do not know what my Mistress thinks or feels, and can only hope she wants to keep me.
"EDWARD!" she yells. My body jumped, startled.
"What excuse could you possibly have for not acknowledging your Mistress's orders?"
Forbidden to speak, I hang my head a little lower knowing she would notice the slightest movement.
"I am not sure where you were, but it was not here. If you are not in the headspace to be with me right now, then you better safe word and we will leave this room. I know I ordered silence from you, but I want to know why you just ignored a direct order. Right now!" she raised her voice, the dominance clear in her tone.
"Mistress, I am very sorry. I was daydreaming of the things you did to me last night. You have my full attention and your submissive is very sorry to have disappointed you," I told her.
"Very well Edward. This session was going to be something different, but now I would rather push some pain limits. You will not cum, no pleasure for you. To the cross, face it arms out," she said. "I do not recommend disappointing me again today," she stated.
I hear her gather things together across the room. It was stupid of me to get lost in daydreams. I am going to pay for that mistake, no doubt about it. When she returns to my side, she puts the leather wrist and ankle cuffs back on me. She uses the hooks on the cross attaching each leg and arm to it. I am now standing spread eagle facing the wall of mirrors.
"You are being punished. You will always be aware in this playroom with no excuse. I think thirty swats will suffice to help keep your head clear. Pay attention Edward, you will not want this repeated anytime soon. You receive ten warm up smacks with my hands. Then the real spanking will be ten swats each from the crop, the paddle, and the cane. You will not speak other then to safe word. Nod if you understand," she said.
I nod my head immediately and prepare to take my punishment. "Are you green, Edward?" she asks.
I nod. My Mistress may have done the warm ups with her bare hands but my backside was stinging from her hands and knew I was in trouble.
"Are you green, Edward?" she asks.
I nod. When she moves on to the crop, the sound of it whistling through the air before connecting to my backside is an added factor to the stinging pain caused when connecting to my skin.
"Are you green, Edward?" she asks.
I nod, as tears run down my face. The tears are not so much from pain, but more because I am ashamed for letting my Mistress down. The paddle is the worse so far, and after only five smacks she stops.
"Still green, Edward?" she asks. I nod, still making no sound.
"Here, drink some water then we will continue." She holds the bottle to my lips and I drink almost half of it down.
"Do you want more water?" she asks.
I shake my head. My Mistress finishes the last five strokes with the paddle. "Are you green, Edward?" she asks.
I nod. This time the tears are from the pain as much as the shame. The last ten strokes with the cane are excruciatingly painful. My knees almost give out when the final blow crosses my rear.
"Still green, Edward?" she asks.
I nod, still making no sounds.
"I am very proud of you, Edward. You disappointed me, but took your punishment without losing your focus." She unhooks my arms and legs walking me to the bed. "Lay down on the bed. I will get the lotion," she said.
I am face down on the bed and she starts rubbing the lotion into my backside. She rubbed all the stinging away, the lotion soothing my flesh.
"It will not bruise, and I will re-apply more lotion later. I think you will remember this for a few days though. I want you to go back to your room. I want you to journal exactly what had your attention before your punishment, and how the punishment fit. Then you are to come back here, and straighten this room. I want you to cook supper. Ready to eat in the kitchen at six," she said and turns leaving the room.
Six on the dot my Mistress enters the kitchen sitting at the dinner table. I cooked chicken scampi served over linguine with crusty French bread and a salad. I offer her a glass of wine, and sit down gingerly after serving my Mistress. She has not spoke to me yet, and since I was been forbidden to speak earlier I remain silent.
After we ate she said, "Edward this was amazing and one of my favorite dishes. You may speak freely while we clean up." She stood picking up her dishes and I did the same. "Do you have your journal with you?" she asks.
"No Mistress. Shall I get it for you?"
"No. I think we will go upstairs this evening. We can talk in the sitting room. I will read it then," she said.
"As you wish Mistress, would you like anything for dessert?"
"Not now Edward, maybe later," she said.
Once the kitchen was clean, she said, "Go shower and meet me in the sitting room in an hour. There are clothes for you on your bed."
Leaving the kitchen I went to my room to take a shower. Cleaned up and dressed, I still had better than fifteen minutes. I grab my journal and head to the door of the second floor sitting room kneeling by the door. I hear her footsteps and wait for her acknowledgment before I move.
"You, again impress me Edward. You may stand and sit with me on the sofa," she said.
I walk to the sofa, hand her the journal, and sit down. I keep my eyes to the floor, knowing either this would end things and she would send me home, or it could make a very interesting future.
"Edward, I am shocked and honored by the things you wrote and am glad you believe your punishment fit. I will be in your room in two hours to re-apply the lotion. Right now, I am going to take your journal and read it in private. I will see you in two hours," she said as she gets up and walks out of the room.
Wow, I think I blew it. I did not want to lie and I wrote how I was fantasizing about her. Riding and kissing me, my hand gripping her ass, and meeting her body thrust for thrust. I wrote how her touch felt like electrical currents across my skin. How thinking of being inside her tight pussy makes me throb, wanting more.
I was lying on my bed, when I hear the door open. I start to get up, but her words stop me.
"Edward, stay where you are and I will remove your shorts."
I feel her hands tug down the sides of my boxer briefs and then feel the lotion's coolness as she rubs her hands down my shoulders, arms, back, ass, and legs. The feel of her hands messaging my body did not help my already turned on state. I feel the weight of her body as she stretches out above me. Her legs straddling my hips, and I feel the damp heat from her pelvis on my ass. I feel her bare breasts rest against my back as her hands slide up my arms and her fingers lace themselves into mine. I do not know if it is her breath on my neck or the fact her body is skin on skin against mine, but my body is humming in desire for her.
"Roll over now, Edward," she whispers in my ear. I feel her body rise up a little and her fingers let go of mine.
I turn over and as soon as I am on my back she lowers herself onto my erection. She places my hands on her hips and starts riding me, her hands caressing my chest. She starts kissing my chest and licks my jaw. When her mouth came to mine I could not stop the loud growling moan ripping from my chest. My hands tighten on her hips, and my body reacts by thrusting into her. She reaches up pulling the pin from her hair, and it surrounds us like a curtain. She is making my fantasy come true, every word of it is there, live. My body is on fire for her.
"Fuck me harder, Edward," she said as she scratches her nails down my sides. "Tell me how much you like this."
"Oh Mistress, my body is yours, all yours. You own me. You own all of me," I tell her.
I increase my thrusts as she increases hers. A as our skin is slapping together I feel her body tense, I know how close she is.
"Mistress…may your…Sub...missive have…the…honor of…cum…ming…with you?" I pant out.
"Yes! Cum now Edward, right now!" she screams.
With strangled cries we both fall over the edge and stay connected as we regain our ability to breathe normally. She kisses me deeply and rolls off my chest.
It is morning when I feel her stir. I held her in my arms all night long. I know she is awake from the difference in her breathing.
"Edward, I am going to swim, shower, and make breakfast. There are instructions in your journal for today. Don't be late," she said removing my collar.
"Yes Mistress," I said.
I open the journal finding the note inside:
My Slut,
Do your work out, shower, and be ready for breakfast at seven. I will collar you in the kitchen. Don't keep me waiting. You can serve me in the dining room. Today we will be in the playroom at eleven. Your fantasy was last night. Your scene is today.
Your Mistress
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First and foremost I want to give a huge shout out to the wonderful AUNT BELL who is my Beta for this story. Thank you for well…FOR...everything.
Thank you to Jess, Lisa and Siobhan for pre-reading and supporting me with encouraging words. It means a HUGE amount to me.
Thanks to Lexi….For helping with the original idea and making me see that it was worth writing and it was good, even when I doubted my 'MAD SKILLS'.
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Thank you for your patience while I sorted out the end of My Sisters 3. I really hope that you all think this was worth the wait. I am going to post every other week on this story, until I get a few more chapters written. I would hate to get in a writers block and then end up leaving you hanging. I PROMISE like I did with MS3 that if I get more then 5 chapters ahead I will post faster and more often.
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TAT
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