mine. My body
wouldn't allow it. And oh how soft she had been, every bit as much as
I had imagined.
On the drive home, I
tried to distract my mind from sex by thinking about the curriculum
I'd put together for her. In truth, I didn't know much about being a
Domme. I mean I'm sure it's not much different from being a Dom, but
trying to see things from the feminine side was a bit strange. Maybe
it was best to approach it from a gender-neutral aspect, to tell her
the basic rules and let her take it from there.
When I got home, I
turned on my computer and started doing research. Most of the stuff I
knew by heart already, but it would be good for her to have paper
references. I killed an ink cartridge printing out contracts and
rules and lists, everything I could find that was relevant and real.
The task took me until almost three o'clock in the morning, and by
that time I was too exhausted to jack off, though I still tried. It
was a fall asleep with dick in hand night.
I woke up the next
morning and finished the job, then went to the gym, came home and
took a shower, got ready to go to Talia's apartment, grabbed the
paperwork, and headed out. Talia opened the door with the same
amazing smile she had worn the night before, and I found myself
focusing on her lips, wanting to kiss them again.
“ Good
morning, Mister Payton,” she said in a chipper voice.
“ We're
going formal now, are we?” I teased. “But you messed up.
It should be Sir Micah.”
“ Pfft.
No Sir for you.” Talia turned on her heels and led me inside.
My eyes instantly fell to her ass, contained in a pair of tight black
skinny jeans. I wanted to wrap my hands around it and squeeze. Damn,
it was hard to behave myself around her.
“ So,”
I began once we were inside. “I printed out a bunch of stuff
for you, all the essentials. There are sample submissive contracts,
lists of kinks, and some general good reading material for Dommes.”
“ Borrrring,”
she dragged the word out, giving me an unamused look.
“ What
do you mean boring?” I quirked an eyebrow, feeling frustrated
already.
“ I'm
more of a hands-on learner. I figured we could go through the
motions, and you could just correct me when I do something wrong.”
“ You
need to know the basics though,” I insisted.
“ I
do know the basics. I have the internet too.” Talia snatched
the stack of papers from my hands, slapping it down on the coffee
table with a hard smack. When she did this, my eyes were drawn past
the table to the sofa, where there was a riding crop laying
haphazardly across the cushion.
“ What
did you have in mind?”
“ I
figured I'd boss you around today, get a good feel for what being a
Mistress is like before we invest a whole bunch of time in this.”
I sighed at her
stubbornness, “What makes you think I'm going to let you boss
me around?”
“ Because
you're my friend, and that's what friends do, right?” She
jutted out her bottom lip into an adorable pout, and I groaned
internally at myself, feeling my cock come to life in my pants,
knowing I would do whatever it took to get her in bed.
“ Fine,”
I relented with a huff, rolling my eyes to show my discontent. Talia
didn't seem to notice at all, too pleased at the fact I had let her
get her way.
“ Good.
So.” She tossed herself down on the sofa, picking up the riding
crop and bouncing it on her knee while she stared up at me with the
best dominant expression she could muster. “First thing's
first. You will address me as Domina from now on.”
“ Tch.
I guess this means we're skipping consideration and the trial and all
of that then.”
Talia bit her bottom
lip, averting her eyes in thought. “We're just going to role
play for now, okay?”
“ You
need to understand that this isn't a game to a lot of people.”
“ I
know.” Her anger flared, and I couldn't help but smirk at her
bratty demeanor. “Wipe that smile off your face right now,
slave!”
“ Slave?”
I hooted. “I don't
wouldn't allow it. And oh how soft she had been, every bit as much as
I had imagined.
On the drive home, I
tried to distract my mind from sex by thinking about the curriculum
I'd put together for her. In truth, I didn't know much about being a
Domme. I mean I'm sure it's not much different from being a Dom, but
trying to see things from the feminine side was a bit strange. Maybe
it was best to approach it from a gender-neutral aspect, to tell her
the basic rules and let her take it from there.
When I got home, I
turned on my computer and started doing research. Most of the stuff I
knew by heart already, but it would be good for her to have paper
references. I killed an ink cartridge printing out contracts and
rules and lists, everything I could find that was relevant and real.
The task took me until almost three o'clock in the morning, and by
that time I was too exhausted to jack off, though I still tried. It
was a fall asleep with dick in hand night.
I woke up the next
morning and finished the job, then went to the gym, came home and
took a shower, got ready to go to Talia's apartment, grabbed the
paperwork, and headed out. Talia opened the door with the same
amazing smile she had worn the night before, and I found myself
focusing on her lips, wanting to kiss them again.
“ Good
morning, Mister Payton,” she said in a chipper voice.
“ We're
going formal now, are we?” I teased. “But you messed up.
It should be Sir Micah.”
“ Pfft.
No Sir for you.” Talia turned on her heels and led me inside.
My eyes instantly fell to her ass, contained in a pair of tight black
skinny jeans. I wanted to wrap my hands around it and squeeze. Damn,
it was hard to behave myself around her.
“ So,”
I began once we were inside. “I printed out a bunch of stuff
for you, all the essentials. There are sample submissive contracts,
lists of kinks, and some general good reading material for Dommes.”
“ Borrrring,”
she dragged the word out, giving me an unamused look.
“ What
do you mean boring?” I quirked an eyebrow, feeling frustrated
already.
“ I'm
more of a hands-on learner. I figured we could go through the
motions, and you could just correct me when I do something wrong.”
“ You
need to know the basics though,” I insisted.
“ I
do know the basics. I have the internet too.” Talia snatched
the stack of papers from my hands, slapping it down on the coffee
table with a hard smack. When she did this, my eyes were drawn past
the table to the sofa, where there was a riding crop laying
haphazardly across the cushion.
“ What
did you have in mind?”
“ I
figured I'd boss you around today, get a good feel for what being a
Mistress is like before we invest a whole bunch of time in this.”
I sighed at her
stubbornness, “What makes you think I'm going to let you boss
me around?”
“ Because
you're my friend, and that's what friends do, right?” She
jutted out her bottom lip into an adorable pout, and I groaned
internally at myself, feeling my cock come to life in my pants,
knowing I would do whatever it took to get her in bed.
“ Fine,”
I relented with a huff, rolling my eyes to show my discontent. Talia
didn't seem to notice at all, too pleased at the fact I had let her
get her way.
“ Good.
So.” She tossed herself down on the sofa, picking up the riding
crop and bouncing it on her knee while she stared up at me with the
best dominant expression she could muster. “First thing's
first. You will address me as Domina from now on.”
“ Tch.
I guess this means we're skipping consideration and the trial and all
of that then.”
Talia bit her bottom
lip, averting her eyes in thought. “We're just going to role
play for now, okay?”
“ You
need to understand that this isn't a game to a lot of people.”
“ I
know.” Her anger flared, and I couldn't help but smirk at her
bratty demeanor. “Wipe that smile off your face right now,
slave!”
“ Slave?”
I hooted. “I don't
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