"No, don't move. I like you kneeling at my feet in submission."

  "Yes, just like that. That is how I have you pictured you in my dreams. Tell me, Denise, did you ever have fantasies about me?"

  "I—uh—honestly yes."

  "Tell me about them."

  "But—"

  "I want to hear about them. Tell me and maybe we can make some of them come true."

  "I don't know if I am ready for that yet, but I have thought of one. It's so embarrassing, though."

  "What is it?"

  "Actually, I have had a fantasy about having things done to me in front of group of people. Not really sexual just...” Her words trailed off.

  "You want a public humiliation?"

  "Yes—something like that.” She answered shyly.

  "Like being on a collar and publicly spanked in front of everyone?"

  "Yes—exactly like that."

  "Do you want it to be just me, or do you want others to participate?"

  "I had not thought about it. How about just you to begin with?” She thought of being publicly claimed by Victor really turned her on. She had never really belonged to any man before, she had never wanted it, but with him ... She wanted to be claimed in every way.

  Victor's lips curved up in a smile. “That, my dear, can be arranged and it would be my pleasure.” He couldn't help but think how nice it would be to care for her afterwards in the privacy of their bedroom. Being dominant was not just fun, it carried a heavy responsibility to care for his submissive. Denise was so natural at this, so eager to learn, it would be easy to push her too far, and so he would always be a caretaker as well. Victor tipped up her chin with his forefingers. “Undress for me, Denise."

  "Yes, Master.” It went unspoken, this agreement they had. Here in the bedroom is where she called him Master and where they played this game. Outside the bedroom, everything seemed normal and no one was the wiser. They were respectful in front of other people and at work. She called him Victor in front of everyone else and he called her Denise.

  She rose to her feet and began stripping for him. First she pulled her dress over her head, leaving her standing there in front of him in nothing but her matching blue thong and bra set. She left her high heels on because she knew how much he liked them.

  "Take it all off, Denise. I want to see all of you.” He moved to sit upon the bed, enjoying the show she put on for him.

  Shivers caressed her flesh at the sound of his voice. She obeyed the command and stood there for his next command. “What would my Master like for me to do tonight?"

  Victor's smile got even wider. “Are you saying you would like to please me? You already do, Denise. In everything you do."

  "I want to please you so that you can forget all your troubles at work and just think about tonight."

  "You mean like the dufus that I am going to have to reprimand for using the lights on his car to get through traffic so he could eat lunch at home?"

  "Who did that?"

  "Malloy."

  She covered her mouth with her hands to stop her laughter. “I can picture him doing that, too.” Agent Malloy was new on the force. He had been working in the field office for one year now, but he was young, and inexperienced. He was straight out of school, and green around the edges.

  "Ordinarily he may have gotten away with it, but I have to discipline him because he drove into the county area and the sheriff began to follow him thinking he was on a hot pursuit or it was a real emergency."

  "Well, let me help you forget all about your troubles.” Denise made her way to him, standing mere inches from his body.

  "You can try."

  "It is the least I can do for my Master.” She crawled over the top of his body and he lay back on the bed as she straddled his body. She began to play with the buttons on his shirt, unbuttoning them one at a time, taking her time leisurely. His hard maleness rose up steadily between her thighs. Victor was enjoying this as much as she was. “Would you like a massage? Or perhaps there is something else you may enjoy more?"

  "Why don't you show me what you had in mind?"

  "It would be my pleasure, Master.” She took off one of his shoes, and then the other, tossing them to the floor. She unzipped the fly to his tight blue jeans and then pulled his jeans off to leave him only in his white boxers.

  She rocked her body over the top of his hard-on before slipping off and taking off the last remaining layer between their bodies. His cock jutted eagerly into her hands. She kept her eyes focused on his as she bent over to take him in her mouth. She licked the length of him, running her tongue over his cock to end at the base of him. She fondled his balls rolling them in her fingers.

  A drop of his seed spilled out, and she eagerly lapped up his salty juice before wrapping her lips fully around his cock, her teeth barely grazed him. He covered his eyes and struggled to not touch her. He wanted to take her now, throw her down on the bed, roll over on top of her and lay claim. The delicious sensations caused him to moan out, “You are killing me, Denise."

  Self-control was killing him. She just enjoyed torturing him.

  Her soft mouth was working wonders on him. Suddenly he couldn't stand it anymore. He was about to come, his fingers ran through her hair, holding her there, while he spasmed into her mouth. His fingers tangled in her hair as the orgasm rocked his body and he tensed spilling into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, before removing her lips. The sight of her slightly disheveled hair and her licking her lips like a cat who just got her cream, was already making him want her again. He pulled her down onto his body to lay there against him. “Thank you, Denise. I could forget everyone else in the world when I am in your arms."

  "Well, I am glad I did my job."

  "You did a very good job. Everything you do pleases me.” He pressed his groin against her side. “See? I am already ready to go again."

  "Again?” She sat up and climbed on top of his body. “Care for a ride, cowboy?"

  "Are you offering to ride or be ridden?"

  "I would enjoy either, and I know you enjoy doing the riding, but I have to wonder how many women ride you?"

  "Ride me, Denise."

  Denise smiled wickedly sitting atop him gave her a heady sense of power. She opened her thighs, positioned his cock between her legs, and impaled herself on him. She let out a sigh as she settled in for a long hard ride. She placed her hands on his chest and began a rhythmical movement up and down, over his hard cock. He pinched her pink nipples sharply causing her to cry out, and her movements only increased in her ardor. He was long and hard, hitting her g-spot in a way that made her moan in desire for him.

  Every stroke was like a delicious torture. She was using her hips to move on him slowly in an agonizing dance that pushed his endurance. Seeing her ride him for her own pleasure turned him on more than he would ever have thought possible. “I thought you wanted a ride, are you just going to sit there?"

  She laughed softly. “It's my pace when I am doing the riding, cowboy. Unless you want to do something about that."

  "I just might.” He gripped her hips and rolled over on top of her, still linked together. He pinned her to the mattress, before readjusting himself to be in full inside of her. “Now we will see who is in charge.” He made a swirling motion with his groin to prove his point. She could play with him all she wanted, but too much playing and she would have to pay the price.

  His pumping increased in strength and intensity, as the pressure in his stomach grew and the smell of sex permeated the air. She was so hot and wet for him. Her breath came quicker and she rocked under him, her hips matching the movement of his.

  Suddenly her head was thrown back against the pillow, her back arched into him. He recognized that she was coming under him, because of him. Her nails dug into his back scratching his skin in her lust. The passion twisted the features of her face, her lips opened in a silent o. He couldn't resist kissing her, fiercely, holding her face between his hands. He kissed her hungrily, his tongue mating with hers in a dance that matched their hips.

  Suddenly she tensed against him, as she was pushed over the edge. She pulled his body into hers, as she shuddered against him. Her climax made him lose his own control. He wanted for her to enjoy this too and he had pushed himself to last longer.

  He let himself relax and came as she pulled him to her in her arms. His buttocks clenched as his own release was upon him. He kissed her on the nose before he relaxed in her arms.

  "Even vanilla is good with you, Denise."

  "That's what you call boring vanilla sex? You are going to have to explain all the flavors to me. I am so new at this."

  He smiled, burying his face against her hair. “You are so good for me, Denise. How could you think that I wanted this to be over?"

  "I guess I felt insecure. I love this so much. I didn't want it to end.” I love you, she thought desperately wanting to say the words. This felt so natural, so right, laying here in his arms. She didn't want it to get awkward. And if she said those words and he said nothing back ... What if he didn't feel the same way about her?

  That would definitely change things.

  Perhaps it was best to leave things alone as they were for now.

  Chapter Twelve

  Denise was dressed in white, but for the first time at Victor's party she wasn't dressed in disguise. She had her hair down around her face, and proudly stood by Victor's side. He introduced her to his friends and many of the doms looked at her like they would want a piece of her if she wasn't already taken. She was afraid if Victor had not been there, half of the men in the room, and several of the ladies, would have sought her out.

  She felt lightheaded and giddy with anticipation. They had discussed exactly what would happen and how tonight would go. She would be his victim for the night.

  Victor handed her a wineglass filled with amber liquid. She brought it to her lips as he spoke, “Not too much now. I want you to be completely aware of what I am doing to you."

  "Aren't you going to have something to drink?"

  "Not when we play. It can be dangerous as drinking and driving. I need to be in complete control and ensure I don't hurt you too much."

  "Oh.” Denise knew that she cold trust him in every way to take care of her. He was responsible and having him tell her that made her trust him even more. She fingered the black leather collar at her neck. It made her proud to be his girlfriend. “Thank you."

  "Are you ready?"

  "As ready as I will ever be.” She set her wineglass on the bar counter, and looked to him for direction.

  Victor grabbed her hand and pulled her to the center of the party. “I have a special treat for everyone. Denise has offered to help me with a demonstration on bondage."

  People began to gather in a circle around Victor and Denise. Excited murmurs escaped the small crowd at Victor's announcement.

  "Denise, get my rope."

  "Yes, Master.” Eagerly she retrieved the sets of rope cut at varying lengths and tied in neat bundles, she handed the rope to him, making eye contact. This wasn't going to be about sex tonight or a beating, it was just a public exhibition, and she planned on enjoying every minute of it.

  "Undress for me, Denise."

  Denise slipped the silky white dress from her shoulders and let it slide to the floor. She stood in front of everyone in her underwear, but every cell of her body was ready. It didn't matter that there was a crowd. In her mind it was only the two of them in that time or place. Having unclothed made her feel more vulnerable and yet her trust for him did not falter.

  "That's a good girl. Are you ready for more?"

  "Yes, Master."

  "Then get on your knees for me.” He planned on forcing her submission and using her for his plaything. They agreed there would be no public sex, but she was looking forward to what would happen as much as she was looking forward to the event itself.

  Obediently she obeyed and looked up at him expectantly. A nervous excitement was building inside of her. She may not have been bound by rope yet, but here is where she wanted to stay. She was bound by desire to submit, not just to anyone, but to Victor. There is nowhere else she would rather be than here as his submissive. Under him is exactly where she belonged.

  He had such a commanding presence about him; he had everyone's attention in the room, without even speaking.

  "Hold out your hands for me.” Denise obeyed him again without question. Was it his commanding voice that made her obey or just him? She didn't even want to try to fight him or the order. He picked up a medium length of rope and began binding her wrists.

  "One of my favorite knots is the square knot. Now everyone, you may have noticed I chose to bind her hands in front of her. This is the least threatening. You can also bind the wrists behind your sub or to an object. I wouldn't recommend heavy bondage on a first date though.” Everyone laughed at the last joke, while he tied her hands together and demonstrated the knot for his audience. “You may pick up a rope from the basket by the door and try to practice the knots, too, if you like."

  Some of the people were excited enough to go grab a piece of rope. Others stayed to watch in the circle.

  One of the best ways to test the strength of the rope and the knot is to tell your sub to escape. Can you escape, Denise?"

  Denise shook her head no.

  "Try for me.” She twisted her wrists to no avail. Her wrists were tied firmly, and there would be no escaping today. Even if she wanted to.

  "Good girl. Now stand up.” She reacted by awkwardly moving to her feet, wondering what he had planned next. She was completely at his mercy. She could ask him to stop, but who would want to?

  "You like this, don't you, Denise?” Victor's eyes bored into hers.

  "Oh yes,” She couldn't answer him with anything but the truth. She loved this. She loved him. Perhaps tonight she would have the courage to tell him.

  Victor raised his voice to address the crowd but his eyes were on Denise. “One of the best ways to give your sub pleasure is to bind the genitalia. Now with men, this is really easy. Everything is just hanging out there, begging to be tied up. But with women, it is a little harder but still possible. Spread your legs for me, Denise.” His hand went between her legs, and she drew in a sharp breath at his touch. She felt so sensitive, so alive under his strong hands.

  Then suddenly his hands were gone and she felt a wave of disappointment.

  He picked up another piece of rope and began sliding the rope between her thighs, over her hips. The rope rubbed against her clit, even through the thin material of her panties, it made her think of wild sex with Victor. It was one of the most intimate things she had ever participated in. It felt so good and so right.

  He continued to patiently weave the rope around her in a pattern, his strong hands brushing her thighs, grazing the heat of her pussy. She didn't think that this would turn her on so much, but she felt like she could be fucked right here and now in front of everyone and she wouldn't care.

  He finished patiently, tying the knot at her waist, leaving the rope tight against her skin, touching places she never imagined she would ever get tied up. Why did she feel so turned on? Whatever the reason, she was ready for more.

  "Put your ankles together, sweetheart.” The endearment sent chills down her back, and a smile slipped out. She couldn't help it. That was when she noticed the tenting of his trousers. He was as turned on as she was and there was no hiding his arousal. God, if only he could get the hint that she would be his willing servant. She would be more than happy to help him relieve that need of his in his pants.

  She brought her legs together and that made the rope rub up against her clit again. She let out a whimper, “Please, Victor.” She wanted him to understand what he was ding to her. Perhaps if he knew he would hurry, so they could retreat to the bedroom.

  But he drew out the torture. He slowly kneeled down to bind her ankles, languorously weaving the rope between her legs, and tying the rope tightly to keep her in place.

  She didn't think it would be possible to want him more, but she did with each steady movement. This is where she needed to be, under his hands, under his control. She would only let him beat her in the future. There was only one man in her heart and it was Victor.

  After tying the final knot, he stood up and towered over her, inches from her body. She could feel the heat radiating from his body against her skin. Why wasn't he touching her? Why wasn't he doing anything? She was helpless here, and so ready for more with him.

  He addressed the crowd one last time and announced the demonstration was over. The people began to disperse, but Victor didn't move to untie her.

  "Did you have fun tonight, Denise?"

  "Yes, Master."

  "You were a very well behaved sub tonight, Denise. I think it is time for some personal attention. Are you ready for that?"

  "You have been reading my mind. I have never been so turned on in my life."

  In one quick movement, Victor swept her up in his arms, still bound, and carried her in to his bedroom.

  * * * *

  Victor dumped Denise unceremoniously on the big bed. She bounced against the comforter and then lay there, still bound. She was so excited about what may come. “Thank you for everything tonight, Victor."

  "Was it what you wanted?"

  "It was everything I wanted and more than I could imagine. Where did you learn to tie a girl up like that?"

  "The Boy Scouts.” He answered with a serious edge to his voice. “I was an Eagle Scout."

  "I have never been so turned on by a Boy Scout in my life."

  He smiled at that comment. “Are you ready to be fucked by a Boy Scout?"

  "Absolutely."

  She felt almost disappointed as he began to untie her. His head was down; wisps of brown hair fell over his forehead as he was working at the rope on her ankles. “It's a shame you have to untie me to do it. I like the way this feels, Victor."

  "You do?"

  "Oh yes, especially the part between my legs."

  "You mean the rope here,” His large hands brushed against her wet pussy, “on your cunt?"

 

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