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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.
Please take a moment to read the A/N at the end.
Thank you and on with A Sub Search.
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Chapter 5: Hump Day
EPOV
When I was contacted this morning and told of the award I was being given, I was honored. They told me the dinner and program both nights were set for my guest and me. On the first night, there will be speakers after dinner, and the second night they are presenting awards. I sent my Mistress an email right away with the information, asking if she could attend. I am hopeful she can go with me; it would be nice to not go alone. If not, it would be another night I show up stag, and beg off my non-existent date's sudden cold or flu.
I am excited my Mistress asked me to come over early and have dinner with her. I hope it is not a bad thing. I have been unable to get her off my mind all day long. The anticipation of seeing her tonight has me in knots, having never felt this connection with any other woman. The way I feel for my Mistress is above and beyond anything I ever felt for Sue. I have been analyzing this all day long. I know I am physically attracted to her. I feel this buzz-like current across my skin when she touches me.
I have not had the desire to date or be in a relationship for a very long time. However, all I have thought of today is finding a way to make my Mistress mine in all ways possible. I need to shake these thoughts because I am her submissive, not her boyfriend.
Arriving at her house upon the requested time, I could hear her in the kitchen. I went in as she told me and though I am not collared, I cannot help feeling the submissive nature taking over my system upon entering her home. I stand there eyes lowered and wait for her to acknowledge me. Right after she talks to me and tells me to have a seat, the kettle whistles and the doorbell rang almost simultaneously. My Mistress asks me to get the kettle as she answers the door. Looking around, I see she has the table set. I take the hot water over, pour it into tea service, and lower the seeping egg into the pot.
We talked casually about work while we eat. I explain how our company has been hired to reinvent one of the old hotels downtown that lacked upkeep, and is now in need of a major face life. She tells me she is in probate court over an estate. It all sounds boring, but she says it is not bad. She mainly handles family law and stays out criminal law. She mentions the fact divorces are uglier than most criminal law though.
Dinner is done, and we clean up the kitchen together. "You know Edward, you do not have to help me clean the kitchen. It is not why I asked you to come over early," she says.
"I do not think that at all. Besides you bought dinner, the least I can do is help clean our mess."
"Would you rather sit in the den and talk, or here in the kitchen?" She asks me.
"Wherever pleases you most. I am comfortable either place Ma'am."
"Edward you really do amaze me, and I am completely blown away by your natural submission. I would like to go over all of the paperwork tonight; however, before we do, I want a completely casual conversation as if you and I are not Domme and sub at all. Can you manage that for just a short time?" She asked.
"Isabella, what would you like to talk about?" I say back hoping this is what she wants from me.
"Edward, thank you. Let's grab a glass of wine and sit in the den. What do you say?" She asks again.
"I say that sounds lovely." As we make our way to the den, I hope she has not changed her mind about wanting me as her sub or is now having mixed feelings.
Once in the den, we sit down and there is music in the background, but it is not obtrusive. We talk about the homes we live in as well as our short and long-term goals for our work environments. It is all a very relaxing conversation until she asks, "Edward, tell me why you say you are a momma's boy?"
I am worried she is taking my term 'momma's boy' out of text. "I guess it is because I have a very close relationship to both of my parents. My brother always says I'm a 'momma's boy', because I follow more in her footsteps. My mother is an interior designer. I am very close to both of my parents, my siblings, and their families. I guess I am the family man without my own personal family."
"That makes sense. You are very lucky to have such close bonds with your family," she says.
I silently sigh in relief and ask, "is there anything else you want to know?"
"Actually, there is a lot I want to know Edward. For now, I will just ask you a few things and we will resume talking about it some other time. With that being said, will you tell me one thing about yourself you do not share with other people?"
"That is a hard one, mainly because I do not usually keep anything from my family. I never told them why I broke things off with my ex-fiancée, so I guess I will tell you. To make a really long story short, I caught her in bed with my three closest friends at the same time."
"Wow! That is harsh. I am sorry. That does explain the answer to my next question, why you never married. I think I got the answer before I could ask. You do not have to right now, but someday would you feel open enough to tell me more about your relationship with this other woman?" She asks, while taking my hand.
"I will gladly tell you anything, anytime," I say as I bring her hand she placed in mine to my mouth. I lightly kiss the back of her hand, proceed to tell her how I met Sue, and fell in love with her. I tell her about the proposal and the fact my family only liked her for my sake. I explain about the day I found her and the things she said. I feel relief I have not felt before telling all this to Isabella. The more I tell her, the more I see her wanting to protect me. Soon she is cuddled close to me, stroking my hair with one hand, and still holding my hand with her other.
After a short silence, she asks me if there is anything I want to know about her. I think about what I am most surprised about when it comes to her and hope she will not be upset. "Isabella, will you tell me why you never married?" I ask her. The way her color pales, I regret asking immediately and say, "You do not have to tell me. I am sorry for being intrusive and asking such a personal question."
"Edward, you asking is not a problem. I just do not ever talk about it and honestly in this area only two people know what happened. Why I am not happily married with kids and the whole nine yards." She takes a deep breath and proceeds to explain about the creep named Mike.
I want to search him out and hang him from the tallest of trees. When she finishes telling me about the things he did to her, I instinctively pulled her into a hug and place a kiss on top of her head. Isabella does not resist me. After I do this, I worry I fucked up, but still hold her in a hug. I think about how she asked to have a normal everyday conversation, not for me to touch her. Still, holding her close to me I feel dampness on my chest and realize she too shed some tears. I pull her the rest of the way into my lap holding her close, whispering things to her, and letting her know I care.
We sat there for a very long time just cuddling close together, not really saying anything at all. I know her tears stopped long ago, yet she still is burrowed into my chest and her breathing is completely even. I have the feeling she fell asleep. I reclined back a long time ago. I know it is getting late because I feel very tired. Part of me thinks I should wake her and part of me wants to go on forever with her close to me.
Having her in my arms is a privilege and knowing this fact makes me smile. Having her show me any side of her, other than strength, makes me want to commit myself to her more than I ever before. This woman, now stretched out across my body using me as her bed, deserves not only unconditional love and understanding. She owns my submission and as long as she wants me it is hers.
As my mind slows and I drift off, I can only pray the powers that be will see we belong together. The only thing causing me to worry is what will happen when the day comes that she will no longer want me.
I wake feeling a little disoriented and realize the covers on me are really my Mistress. I have to use the restroom, but do not want to wake her. I gently stroke her cheek, her lips touching my neck. Glancing at my watch I can see it is two in the morning. The fire is still burning and the music still softly filters through the air. I gently rub circles on her back with my hand. My arm is still circled around her side. Unsure if I should call her Isabella or not and needing to get her attention, I clear my throat. "I can not believe we both fell asleep, are you awake?" I ask.
"Mmm….hmm I am awake now. I am sorry for falling asleep. Can we go over things tomorrow over lunch?"
"Tomorrow? By tomorrow, do you mean Thursday or Friday?" I ask in a joking manner.
"Is it after midnight?" She asks.
"Yes, it is a little after two in the morning. I only woke you because I need to go use the restroom."
"I guess I better let you up then," she says while giggling.
"I do not find it funny and since neither of us is into potty play I think it best if I get up soon." I joke back.
She lets me up. After I finish I return to the room. I find her turning off the music and the fireplace. I am not sure what I should do, if I should go or if I am supposed to stay. My silent question is settled with her words. "Edward, stay with me tonight."
"With you…with you? Or…just here?" I ask nervously.
"With me, in my bed, cuddled up like we were on the couch, unless it is an issue?"
"No, not an issue at all Ma'am. If it pleases you, I will be honored." I feel myself falling into the submission I naturally feel with her.
"I am just Isabella and you're just Edward right now," she says as she grabs my hand and we walk upstairs.
The alarm going off next to my head sounds nothing like my alarm. I feel a heaviness and heat along my right side where I can see Isabella against my body. Her alarm turns off. Her starting to stir makes me lean in taking a deep breath of her scent. I cannot seem to get enough of her scent it is like clean, crisp cotton with an essence of lilac. The smell is intoxicating to me, like a form of aphrodisiac. I have been nothing more than a gentleman all night and I will remain that way this morning. With my eyes still closed I know she is awake just by the tempo change of her breathing.
"Good morning, Edward. I assume you slept well?" She states almost questionably, as she starts getting up.
"I did sleep well. Thank you for asking me to stay," I say as I get up, putting on my jeans and shirt from yesterday.
"What time works best to meet me for lunch today?" She asks as she takes clothing out of her dresser drawers and closet, setting them on the bed.
"I have meetings all morning, but I will be free to leave the office anytime after two. Does a late lunch work for you?" I ask, wondering if we are still as casual as we were last night.
"That should work wonderfully. I was supposed to be in court today, however the case went back to the mediator when the couple reached an agreement. Two works great, how long of a lunch can you take?"
"I can take the rest of the day off from there," I reply.
"Great meet me here. We will eat and go over paperwork around two. Edward, while I am thinking of it, and so you can get things settled on your side, I will be able to attend your conference and award dinner with you. Am I correct in assuming the awards dinner will be black tie?" She asks.
"Yes Ma'am it is. Thursday night is cocktail attire and Friday night is black tie."
"Wonderful, do you want breakfast before you go?" She asks walking toward me.
"No, I have to get home, shower, change, and get to a meeting. I will see you shortly after two," I say and lean forward brushing my lips against her cheek.
"See you soon, Edward," she says, her voice sounding kind of husky.
On the way to the office all I can think of is how nice it felt to hold her in my arms all night long. I feel almost confused about the things I am feeling for her. My day is one disaster after another. I am extremely happy to see it is one-thirty and I am done for the day.
I leave the office, drive by my place, check the mail, and grab an overnight bag of my things. I just want to have clean clothes in case I end up being there all night again. I get to the gate, give my name, and pass through. Parking in my normal place in her drive, I get out and quickly arrive at the door, leaving my bag in the car. I am glad to see she is here. I ring the doorbell and smile when she opens the door. She invites me in. We enter the kitchen and sit down immediately enjoying a delicious lunch of pasta with vegetables and chicken. We make small talk and clean up after.
By five, we had gone over all the rules, adding some information on expectations. My Mistress was clear to ask me more than once if I was going to be okay with the rule of seeing no one else. I simply explained that I had no desire to be on the market and out there dating. She asks if I had ever put thought into being alone in the future. The only response I can give is if what I want changes, I will make sure she knows my feelings before I act on them. After the changes we made were written out, we agreed on the contract and both signed it.
We talk for a while longer and out of the blue she asks me if I want to try a scene this evening. I am always eager to be with her. It is as if I am drawn to her, so of course I said it makes me happy to serve her. She tells me to shower, making sure I am clean of all body hair, and meet her in the playroom in forty minutes. I am to be kneeling in the center of the room, naked, and ready for inspection as well as accepting her collar.
I excused myself heading to my car for my overnight bag and go to what is now my own bedroom in her home. I quickly shower making sure I have no stray hairs. My body is humming in anticipation of her touch. I dry my hair and slip into the black silk robe hanging on the back of my door. I walk down the hall and enter the playroom. The sudden realization I am home settles in me and I am calm. I remove my robe and make my way to the center of the room kneeling how she wants me. Earlier when we went over expectations, she explained how she wants me for inspection and waiting pose, which is all fresh in my mind.
Here I am with my knees shoulder width apart, back straight, hands clasped behind my head, chin to my chest, and waiting for my Mistress. It feels like forever as I wait for her on my knees, wanting her approval, and needing her touch. When she enters the room I listen closely to her heels as they click across the hard wood floor. When she stops in front of me the only thing I am able to focus on is her strappy red shoes.
"You have kept up on your maintenance I see. You please me with your submission. Raise your chin. I expect to hear your answers for now. I have two things for you. First, I have this leather cord for you to wear on your left wrist. It is to show you are taken and that you belong to me. Per our agreement earlier, you will always wear this. This is not a collar it just shows you are not eligible to others." She ties the cord on my wrist and checks it is not too tight or loose. "The collar I hold in my hand is one of the collars I will use with you. You understand that by me placing this collar on your neck you are submitting to me. You agree to my rules, give to me your trust, and place your well-being in my hands. Do you agree to submit to me, give me your whole self willingly and fully, and trust I will take care of you?"
"Yes Ma'am, my submission belongs to you. Your submissive trusts and gives you complete submission," I answer.
"Thank you, mo daor. You may show your Mistress your appreciation," she tells me as she finishes clasping the heavy linked metal around my neck.
Remembering the rules and discussion earlier about expectations, I lower my hands to the floor and place open mouth kisses to the tops of her feet, rubbing my face to them in a caressing way.
"You learn so fast. Up now on your feet and follow me," she orders. I stand and follow her to whipping bench.
"Up on the bench face up, I do not want any sounds from you at all unless it is to safe word. Do you remember your safe words, mo daor?" I nod.
"I am going to blindfold you. You are not allowed to cum unless I tell you that you can. Do not disappoint me, mo daor. You are already so hard, mo daor. Is that all for me?" I nod again.
"I have not yet touched you or enticed you at all, and your big cock is about ready to burst. This will make the evening very difficult for you, but I have faith in you, mo daor. Before I place the blindfold over your eyes, I want you to look at all of me," she says.
I raised my eyes to her face. I take a second to see the outfit she is wearing and it almost has me undone. I am sure she can see the lusting hunger in my eyes. My Mistress is wearing a shiny, blood red, vinyl corset. The boning in it causes it to shelve her delectable breasts. Her nipples are dark pink and hard. The piercings have been changed to a plain silver bar. I am now harder than I was before and almost groan. I bring my eyes back to hers and see the smirk, knowing she wants me to see her body.
I watch as she reaches up, placing a blindfold over my eyes and securing it behind my head. With her image burned in my head and no longer able to see what she is doing, I become more aroused. I feel her buckle the fur lined cuffs around my wrists and ankles. Each of my wrists are brought over my head and secured to the table. My feet are each lifted and placed on the ledge to the side of each table leg. I hear her secure those clips, keeping my legs each locked in their own spot. This puts me into a position almost as if my legs are in stir-ups, my legs apart and knees bent at a higher level than the top of the table.
"Is this position comfortable for you, mo daor?" I nod it is.
"Is your color still green, mo daor?" Again I nod.
The first thing I feel is the soft caress of her fingers trailing down my side. One side then the other, back and forth, until my body is all but begging her to touch me more. She grabs my cock and I feel her snap something restrictive on.
"I am putting this cock and ball ring on you. It will feel heavy because it is weighted on the underside and will keep your cock pointed up in the air where I want it." I feel the weight pull at my sack and base as she slowly lets go.
"Are you still green, mo daor?" she asks. I nod.
Her fingers thread into my hair and nails lightly scratch my scalp as she straddles my body. I feel her hot wet center lower onto my abs. She is pinching my nipples and rocking her wet center on me. I can feel the bar piercing her hood drag across the ridges of my abs. She has not touched my cock again, but I want her to so much. She is kissing, licking, and biting my skin from my ears to my nipples. The whole time she is still grinding her dripping, wet, hot center across my abs while moaning. I feel as she slides closer to my cock. When the crack of her ass is right against it, she sits up.
The sensation of my cock resting right behind her as her pussy is dripping her juices all over my groin is very intense. She continues to gyrate and rock against my groin and her hand. Finally she climaxes loudly as her warm juices soak me again.
"Hmm, mo daor, I taste so good. Would you like your Mistress to give you a taste?" She asks teasingly. I nod my head and feel her wet fingers trail across my lips. Then two of her fingers dip into my mouth.
"Suck them clean and do a really good job. Then you can have more." I lick and suck her fingers clean for her. The small taste is not enough. I want more.
With one hand on my knee, I feel her weight as she moves around. No longer straddling me, I felt her presence step between my feet. Her nails lightly scratch their way from my knee to my groin. I feel her warm breath just seconds before her hot mouth takes my cock deep into her throat. She is sucking, licking, and dragging her teeth along my shaft. Flicking her tongue on the underside of the head and then sucking her way back to the base is almost pushing me over the edge. I am about to safe word, but she stops. She unsnaps and removes the weighted rings, then un-clasps my ankles. She rubs my legs and thighs. Working her way up my body she un-clasps my wrists and rubs out my arms and shoulders.
"Sit up, mo daor," she orders. I am still blindfolded, so I am not sure what she is doing or where she is.
"Are you still green, mo daor?" I nod affirmatively.
"I am right here, mo daor. Sit there I will move you in just a moment," I hear her call from off to my left. I hear things being moved around and her heels clicking as she moves around the room. I am curious to what she is doing, but remain blindfolded and silent. I hear her walk over to me and feel her fingertips trail down my back, then back up. She trails her hand down my arm and picks up my hand.
"Follow me, mo daor," she says. "Here we go. Now turn to your right and sit."
I am on the bed as far as I can tell, but the sheet feels like it is plastic. I am so turned on by all the different things she could do to me that needs to have protective covering under us. I am so hard and feeling so engorged.
BPOV
I know I ineffectively threw away the test weekend and I really feel like a piss poor excuse for a Domme. I let the unexpected feelings I feel for Edward interfere with my actions as a Domme. I shocked myself feeling something for Edward. I have always had feelings and I am not cold or callus.
Ever since Mike threw my love and feelings away, I never allow anyone close enough to hurt me. I have a closer relationship to Peter and Charlotte than I have ever had with anyone. I never feel the need to hide anything about myself from them and they know me very well. I talked to Charlotte yesterday and she told me I need to stop being an 'uptight ninny'. She said to roll with the punches while learning to let my guard down a bit because she knew things would be intense between Edward and me. We had tea and she pretty much served my ass on a platter, in a nice way of course. I am a Domme and she may not be my submissive, but she still gave me the respect I deserve. Peter always told me no one in his or her right mind would doubt Charlotte. She has an uncanny knack of seeing things others cannot.
Last night I wanted to talk to Edward about the feelings I have and could never quite get the words out. Instead, I asked questions wanting to know more about what him tick. I received a lot of answers from him from only asking two questions. He was very open and honest in the things that happened in his past and I must say I am shocked he was treated so poorly.
I thought I had all my emotions under control, but when Edward asked me why I never married, the flood gates opened. I never took the chance to let anyone new in before, so I opened up, and told him how I grew up with Mike, how he stood by me when my father was buried, and how he treated me. I was somewhat shocked when Edward pulled me into his lap. Naturally, I just relaxed into his arms. For the first time in many years, I let myself grieve over all I had lost.
Edward is a natural submissive, which makes my attraction to him even stronger than it is already. Waking up and realizing I am sprawled out across his body is a shock to my system. I joke around with him about his needing to use the restroom. While he is in there I ponder what I should do. All night I have treated him as if he is a close, personal friend and am comfortable around, intimately. Therefore, I decide if he shows any interest, I will ask him to stay with me.
I am turning off the docking station and the fireplace when he comes back into the den. I can tell he is unsure of how he should behave and whether to stay or go. I ask him to stay and swear when I did I see relief reflecting in his eyes. He questions me about my meaning, but I cannot blame him. Hell, I am not sure what I mean.
This morning, waking with him beside me put me in a happy mood. I handle my business at work and bow out the rest of the day. I do some shopping I needed to do. I come home early and prepare things for tonight. I clean the kitchen and prepare our late lunch. I decide to ask him to join me in the playroom, so I take some time to situate the scene I want to play out.
I set out my paperwork and make the adjustments I want to make. I add the descriptions of kneeling stances as well as how I want him when I enter the room he is told to meet me. I put it in writing how I want him to kiss my feet after he is collared. I am very to the point on my expectations and I just know he will agree to them. I also tell him I feel as if I let him down by being so lax during test weekend. I regret I did not spend more time with him. I make sure he is clear to know I do not regret anything I did with him. It is very out of step to let him dictate so much of our activities. However, I learned so much about his willingness to submit, therefore, it was not all for nothing. Where I lack he excels. I thank him for making me a stronger Domme.
Our late lunch went well and we manage to go over the paperwork. We make a few small changes here or there, adding the expectations, but nothing substantial. We discuss what I will call him. I am okay calling him my slut on occasion, however I prefer to call him something I have never called any other submissive. I settle for my slave in Irish, mo daor, or my sweet in Irish, mo milis. I ask him about his feelings of joining me for a scene in the playroom and he is receptive. I give him a timeframe to meet me and send him on his way. I quickly put together a fruit and cheese tray as well as some luncheon meats for later. Then I went to shower and change.
After entering the playroom and viewing his perfect body kneeling in submission to me, I am dripping wet. After collaring him and doing some stimulation play with him, I take him to the bed making him sit.
"Scoot to the center of the bed, mo daor. I am going to restrain you to the bed and you will need to hold very still for me. Now, mo daor, kneel for me, I will help direct you." I quickly got him to the foot of the bed. He was on his knees, kneeling legs spread wide as I clipped the wrist cuffs to the hooks above his head on each foot post.
"Are you still green mo daor?" I ask.
Edward nods his head, he is green.
"I am going to cast your cock, mo daor. This will not be painful at all," I tell him. I place the tube over his cock and balls. When I have the tube snugly in place, I pour the pitcher with gel cast around his cock until it is covered.
"Two minutes, mo daor. Are you still green?" He gives an affirmative nod as I check the top to see if my finger stuck in the top is molded yet.
"This will be done so soon, mo daor, and this pleases your Mistress. Your Mistress will be able to fuck your big cock anytime she wants now. Does that turn you on, mo daor?" Edward nods his head again.
"I am going to remove the mold now," I say as I slowly pull the tube off his cock. The mold turns out perfect. I take it over to the table and fill the mold with the liquid rubber. As soon as I fill the mold, I set it aside. It will not be ready to come out of the mold for at least twenty-four hours. I walk back to the bed with the basin of water. I take the washcloth from it and clean him off. I make sure to wipe away any left behind chemicals. I unclamp his wrists, gently rubbing out his shoulders. I have him get off the bed and kneel. I fold the plastic sheet off the bed and place it on the end of the bed.
"Stand up, mo daor," I order.
I turn his body and sit him back on the bed. Bending down, I remove his ankle cuffs and rub down his legs from feet to thigh. I then remove his wrist cuffs and rub both arms and shoulders again. With his feet flat on the floor, I straddle his lap and push his upper body so it is flat against the bed. With no warning to him at all, I drop my wet center down on his engorged cock, filling me full.
"This is going to be rough and hard. Don't touch me. Don't cum. Don't make a sound. Are you green mo daor?" I ask, knowing talking now is giving him the time to adjust and helping him maintain the control I am seriously testing.
He nods yes and I rise up and slam myself back down on him, repeatedly. I know he is close. I rode out my second orgasm before I lean up and remove the blindfold from his eyes.
"Look at me, mo milis. See how your big cock pleases me?" He nods, as I continue thrust after thrust onto his big cock. "When you feel me milking your cock this time mo daor, you may cum, but do not make a sound."
I know I am close again and start getting faster, thrusting down harder. I feel the band in my body tightening more and more until suddenly it all busts loose. I can feel his hot, pulsing cock release deep inside me as my own fluids run down my thighs and cover him.
"You may speak now. What is your color?"
"Green, Mistress. Thank you," he replies.
"I think we should go shower and eat something, shall we?" I ask.
"Whatever would please you, Mistress," he answers.
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First and foremost I want to give a huge shout out to the wonderful AUNT BELL who has been my Beta for this story. Thank you for well…FOR...everything you have done. I also want to announce that for unforeseen circumstances this will be the last chapter that Aunt Bell has major editing/beta'ing on.
I want you all to please give a warm welcome to my new Beta who along with Aunt Bell helped immensely with this chapter…..
So a huge Thank you to Cullen Confection my new Beta going forward. Next chapter will post in 2 weeks or less.
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