Stephen moved quietly at her urging, standing at the foot of the bed and only a slight shiver betrayed him as she bound one wrist to the bedpost above his head, then the other wrist to the opposite bedpost. Next, she did the same with his ankles, guaranteeing that he would stand motionless, watching, as we continued the game.

Mara kept watch over Stephen as Adrian moved closer to me. He slid my suitcoat off and set it aside. Next his hands fell to my blouse, slowly unbuttoning it and spreading the smooth white cotton wider with each button undone. When the last button had given way, he slid this too off my shoulders, bending to brush his lips over my bare skin. His delicate touches and intense gaze never failed to excite me. He stepped even closer, his arms encircling me to unfasten the back of my skirt and I shivered when he dropped to his knees in front of me to draw it slowly down my legs. I looked down, a little moan escaping me as he looked up into my face, his mouth only inches from me, his hands gliding slowly down my thighs, tracing the sides of my stockings from top to ankle.

Wanting and Having

We waited quietly. I didn't touch him, or speak to him until we heard that knock on the door signalling that Adrian and Mara had arrived. He turned to watch as I walked across the room to open the door for them and I heard a quiet hiss of indrawn breath at what he saw. Mara has that effect on men.

She walked slowly into the darkened room, wrapping her dark arms around me, embracing me warmly before kissing me. Adrian waited to one side, a smile playing at the corners of his luscious lips. He knew what would follow. We'd played this scene once before with rather explosive results.

Mara stood patiently while I greeted Adrian as I'd greeted her. We knew each other well, better than most people know even their lovers. She knew that even a rather polite kiss from Adrian left me just a little breathless and overheated. He knew it too and revelled in that fact.

While her companion did his best to heat me, she walked slowly around Stephen. Occasionaly she'd trail a fingertip along his skin, other times she'd lean closer to inhale his scent. He shivered. Each time she leaned closer, her long, dark hair brushed across his skin in an accidental caress. I remembered how it felt, that silken veil cascading across you, the warm, exotic scent of her shampoo, both guaranteed to set your mind spinning into fantasies. She stepped closer to him and I turned from Adrian to watch.

"You'll be mine later, boy," she whispered to him. "I hope you like screaming, because you'll be doing a lot if it." Not a trace of expression shifted as he stared straight ahead. He acted now as if she were not even there. That simply would not do.

"Mara, would you tie Stephen for me? I want him to have a clear view of everything we'll be doing, but don't give him enough slack to move." She nodded, taking the lenth of silk rope I handed her.

"Mine," she whispered to him again.

a new level

I see a glimmer of understanding in his gaze before he carefuly looks down. That simply will not do. I nudge his chin up, forcing him to meet my eyes with his own. "No, no. I don't want you playing coy on me, Stephen. I want to read your reactions, and your hunger plainly."

He makes no sound, but I see the slight tightening at the corners of his eyes. "As you wish, My Lady"

Meow

So here we stood, him; naked, reserved, keeping his eyes carfully focused on the floor in front of his bare feet, me: admiring him as he stood there for me. A thought kept nagging me, the thought of wanting so much what you do not or cannot have, and I let the smile curve my lips for him to see. If teasing him directly didn't work, perhaps letting him watch someone being pleased, without participating except for what little teases we decided on would do the trick.

I walked to within inches of him, letting him feel the heat of my skin on his before looking into his eyes. "Stephen, your job as a good little toy is to turn around, stand right here, and watch everything going on in front of you without looking away or making a sound. Do you understand?" A flicker of surprise behind that careful facade, but he murmured his agreement. I walked to the phone and dialed, speaking loudly enough that he could hear us plainly. "Please, Adrian, come over now and bring Mara with you. We have a little work to do tonight."

Cat and Mouse

So, a chink in the armor, but easily sealed it seemed. He'd mentioned that kneeling caused him considerable pain, so that route to obedience was blocked. I searched for some other way to reach him. Passion worked briefly. Pain, I suspected, would not work unless used very, very sparingly. My work was cut out for me with this one. I laughed softly at that thought.

Wondering

Stephen continued to strip, and carefully fold each item of clothing before setting them on the chair I'd indicated. He still managed to keep any reaction from being readable in his expression, or his body language. Perhaps he was simply that comfortable with himself, or perhaps he was a very, very good actor.

Once he finished, I walked slowly around him again, admiring, letting a little smirk play at the corners of my mouth...and then I stepped closer and kissed him, hard, as if we'd been lovers for years, but separated for years. I put all the yearning and passion I could into that one kiss until he started to respond and then I stopped just as suddenly. "Wha...?" he started to ask me something, but stopped as my open handed slap caught him on one cheek...not enough to truly hurt, just a sting and startle move. I saw anger flash in his eyes briefly before he bit back whatever he'd been saying, and that unreadable expression returned.

New Beginnings

I must admit, Stephen hid any feelings he had very, very well. He knelt impassively as I surveyed him, his stance, and his expression. He didn't even shiver when I ran a hand across his shoulders. Hmmmm...still fully dressed, though. I pondered that for a moment and a slow, wicked smile curved my lips before I spoke.

"Stand, childe, and strip," I told him. He hesitated a moment, then stood, looking into my eyes as he pulled his t-shirt up, then over his head and tossed it aside. Wrong again. "No, pick that up and fold it neatly. You may set your clothing on the chair to your left." He nodded slightly, dropping his gaze as he retrieved the shirt and began folding.

New Beginning

So we are again back in that nice, warm , dark room but this time Stephen takes his turn at being submissive. He waits in the darkness patiently. After the first five minutes he waits a tad less patiently, and at the ten minute mark I walk slowly towards him, my high heels clicking on the stone floor to announce my presence.

"I do hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, Darling," I purr. I bring the lights up slowly to a nice half light. I want him to see me, and I relish his surprise. No, I saw no point in following the Hollywood version of dominatrix attire. Why bother? A simple skirted suit and heels work just as well. My only concession to stereotypes showed in my chosen colour; black. I walked slowly around him, admiring, letting him feel my gaze as I take my time.

Oops!

Sorry for that last post. Temporary insanity. Now I know not to hit "enter" before finishing the post...


So, Stephen takes a turn as submissive next. Do we have any guesses on how long he'll manage to hold out? Any guesses as to the final straw? I've asked him and he has promised to provide me the information I need, but that remains to be seen.

Another version of Captain May I?