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The Mistress and Her Master
When I first braved my way into this world, I was naïve. I thought carnal pleasures were only achieved in a limited number of fashions. How very wrong I was. I was not new to sex. Nor was I new to experimentation. Or so I thought. Never before was I able to understand why I couldn't achieve orgasm. Nothing felt quite right.
Until I met Eric. Most of the girls we knew called Eric kinky. They all told me to stay away, but I was oddly drawn to him. Eric was the catalyst for the way I am now. I never did thank him properly. Other than a good hard fucking, that is. And that was exactly what I needed. Good. Hard. Fucking.
Eric was a dabbler at best. He had no clue what pleasures could truly be unlocked with just the turn of a key but he had sparked my curiosity. After he had tied me up, spanked me, and fucked me proper, my eyes had opened to a whole new realm of possibilities. Pain mixed with pleasure intensified everything. I began to understand that phrase, 'Hurts so good.'
With this new information, I started a new goal for myself. I had read everything I could get my hands on. I scoured the internet, haunted the libraries, and plagued the adult stores in the next town over. I had done everything I could to become a submissive. And that's how I met Edward.
Edward had taken that younger version of me and awakened so many new desires, so many new territories. The first day he cuffed me and blindfolded me, he asked me if I trusted him. I had answered with an emphatic yes. I had trusted Edward. Down to my soul, I had trusted Edward. And he had never let me down.
Edward was an experienced Dom who enjoyed taking on fresh subs. He enjoyed the training. It wasn't about debasement with Edward. It was about guiding someone into an entirely new world of pleasure. As such, he requested that his subs live in his home. To outsiders, I would be nothing more than his live-in housekeeper. In his community though, it was known I was his freshly collared sub.
My house collar made it clear that during play parties, I was to be left alone. More experienced subs were allowed to wander through the guests, sometimes performing sexual services amongst themselves, or with other Doms. I was instructed to kneel in the corner, head down, arms crossed behind my back, and watch.
While I watched, I learned. I was a sponge for the information, so God did I learn. I was rewarded with my determination and perseverance with the presentation of my very own everyday collar. I can still remember it like it was yesterday.
I was kneeled in the playroom, waiting for Edward's arrival. My eyes were downcast and my arms were crossed behind me. I was fully nude. Edward never kept me waiting long. Within 10 minutes he came into the room with a box. While my curiosity was burning, I knew better than to break position. It had been worth it.
He came up behind me and stroked my hair. He told me how proud he was of me, that he had never had another sub quite like me. He had instructed me to look at him, and I had. He held up the black leather collar and I knew my emotions were visible in my eyes. There had been no need to contemplate when he asked me if I wanted to wear his collar.
From that day forward, Edward had trained me. He had pleasured me. And he had punished me when I had needed it. We were together for 6 years. They were the most memorable years of my life. But sadly, time must go on, duties must shift, and I was forced to leave Chicago.
It had been with heavy heart that I had turned my collars over to Edward. I had accumulated a varied collection of them over the years. Some of them had rings on them for when I was being chained. Some were plain, for everyday activities. And others had been worn for special occasions. I had served as Edward's escort to all of his social functions, so it had been necessary to wear something a little more subdued. For these occasions, I had a broad silver choker and a platinum one with diamond inlay. All of them had 'Property of Edward Cullen' inscribed on the inside.
To the casual eye, these collars had been nothing more than beautiful jewelry. But it had always given me a secret thrill to know that it was his way of showing his possession of me. I had truly loved belonging to Edward and Edward alone.
Edward had always been very generous with me since he had come from a very prestigious and wealthy family. Over time, he had helped me turn my less than moderate savings into a small fortune. All of that helped when I made my way back to my hometown to care for my sick father. For that period of time I had stayed with Charlie, caring for his every need.
Charlie lived under my care about two months before passing on. Though it had hurt me, I couldn't bare to stay in his house anymore. But I couldn't go back to Chicago either. Deep down, I was afraid that Edward had replaced me and I couldn't go back and face that. So I purchased a large white home in the middle of the woods. It was on the outskirts of Forks, so it was far enough away from mainstream society. I would just have to learn to cope out here.
Now here we are, a year later. I'm back in Forks and Edward is still in Chicago. About six months ago, I decided to try my hand and being a Dom. There was no way I could ever give myself to another as willingly and as completely as I had given myself to Edward. He would be my only Master. Ever.
Jacob was a fresh find. He found me attractive and followed me around like a little lost puppy. Sometimes he would show up at my home just to say hi. Over time he had expressed an interest in dating me. 'Dating' wasn't something that I had a lot of experience with, nor was it something I was interested in pursuing. But there was something about Jacob's eagerness that spoke to me. Jacob would make an excellent sub.
If it hadn't been for Jacob, I never would have considered becoming a Mistress, but after time the idea began to have appeal. There was no way I would be able to achieve sexual gratification after being a sub. But that didn't mean I had to become someone else's sub for it either. Perhaps I could find a new level of release as a Dom. It was with that thought that I had decided to approach Jacob.
At first he had been shocked. He had looked at me like I was crazy, but I'm sure most people would have if they were to know of my alternate lifestyle. He had stuttered something about being late and fled. I was sure he wouldn't be coming back, so imagine my surprise when he showed up at my door once again three days later. He said he had done his own research and wanted to know what our relationship would entail.
To say he was intrigued would be an understatement. He had been enraptured, completely fascinated with the entire idea. His eagerness was showing again and I smiled with pride. I had chosen well. Within a week, Jacob quit his job and moved into my house under the guise of being my groundskeeper. The house was too large for just one person and the grounds also needed more than one set of hands to care for them. It was the perfect ruse.
It hadn't taken me long to have a playroom of my very own set up. After all, I was experienced and knew exactly what I was looking for. It was outfitted with benches, queening stools, a Berkley Horse, a St. Andrew's cross, and of course, the swing. But I had also had an intricate suspension system installed. Cabinets lined the walls all around. Some held gags, paddles, and whips while others held spreaders, stocks, pillars, and towers. Then there was my special cabinet, it contained all of my toys. Vibrators, plugs, clamps, strap-ons, etc all had their very own special place.
Jacob's initial excitement and eagerness waned as he examined each piece. I could feel the apprehension rolling off his body but I had assured him that I would never do him any harm. I would test his limits, but I would never hurt him. He visibly relaxed at that and agreed to train to be my sub.
Jacob was in some ways the perfect solution for me. He was lean, fit, and his cock was enormous. The only problem was that he had yet to learn control. When the pleasure became too intense, Jacob couldn't help but come. We worked on it for months and he had yet to learn to focus on something else and not think about the pleasure.
Jacob seemed to revel in the pleasure. He didn't mind if I tied him up and whipped him. He looked forward to me shackling him to the table and dripping hot wax over his body. He'd learned even to enjoy the anal plugs and vibrators that I used to help him maintain. Nothing seemed to get through once the pleasure began. Or the pain. Either way, Jacob was game.
I had never imagined it would take so much work to train a sub. I had always been so responsive and obedient to Master Edward. When he told me he owned me, I believed him. When he demanded that I not orgasm, I didn't. He had had ultimate control over me and my body. I responded to his every whim. No hesitation, no question.
But today, I had Jacob strapped down on a bench. He was fully nude, just as he always was whenever we were in this room. His wrists were down at his sides, dangling to the floor. His knees were bent so that his feet were near his hands. Each wrist was strapped to the ankle near it, leaving him virtually immobile. The plug I had inserted earlier was buzzing at a low level and I was straddling his face. If he could learn to stop thinking about his own desires and focus on pleasuring me, we might finally make some headway.
He was licking and nibbling in earnest, just as I had instructed him. It was time for the testing to begin. Slowly I bumped up the notch on the plug. A low moan vibrated through him and he lapped at me frantically.
"Not… yet… Jacob," I panted through my teeth. There was no way I was letting him off easily. I needed my release, damnit!
He tried to regain composure and began thrusting his tongue as deep into me as he could go. I bumped up the notch once more, setting it at the medium point. Jacob began squirming underneath me and thrashing his head from side to side. He was working me into a frenzy but I wasn't ready to stop. He needed to get himself under control.
"You had better not come." I growled.
He whimpered into the inside of my thigh and nibbled and licked there for a moment. His eyes were shut tightly and his body was trembling with the effort. I bumped the notch up again and his face twisted into a mix of pain and pleasure.
He was groaning now and doing his best to grind his ass into the bench, desperate for friction and release. I slid the notch to the last slot and Jacob screamed. His cock was twitching wildly and he was sweating. He leaned forward and bit my clit roughly between his front teeth. I gasped and bucked my hips into his face and he lost it.
He let out a low guttural sound before I felt his release hit me in the back. I hopped up off the table, furious for his lack of restraint. I walked over to one of the cabinets and removed a ball gag. Then I went to another cabinet and chose a cock weight, a cock ring, and vibrating nipple clamps. From another cabinet I chose another vibrating anal toy, only this one was considerably larger than the current one. At the last cabinet I chose a black scarf to use as a blindfold, a feather teaser, and a flogger.
I unstrapped Jacob from the table and still hadn't spoken a word. At least he had the decency to look ashamed of himself. He got down on his knees, crossed his arms behind himself, and looked down at the floor. I leaned down and lifted his chin so he was looking directly at me.
"Jacob, I'm going to have to punish you." I waved my hand toward the items spread on the nearby table and I saw the acceptance run over his face. I indicated for him to stand and he did so shakily. He wasn't as steady as he could have been, but he still had another hour in him.
I ran my hands from his shoulders to his arms, grabbing his wrists gently to monitor his pulse. It was a little fast still, but it was strong and steady. His eyes weren't glazed and he was still vibrantly aware of his surroundings. I rubbed any stiffness out of his shoulders, not as a reward which was made clear when I didn't linger, but instead because I couldn't bear to see him hurting. When I was certain he was still okay, I led him over to the St. Andrew's Cross.
Before chaining him to it, I switched out his current plug for the larger one and blindfolded him. He started to shake a little. He still hadn't completely mastered his nerves when he was blindfolded. That was the exact reason I never pushed him too hard when he couldn't see. I gradually increased his limits though, and soon he wouldn't tense at all.
I murmured soft words to him and encouraged him to trust me. I placed the ball gag in his mouth and fastened the straps at the back of his head. I leaned forward so I could speak in his ear. "I'm putting a buzzer in your hand." I took one of his large hands in mine and closed it around the buzzer, placing his thumb over the button. "Do you feel that? Nod if you understand me."
When he nodded his assent, I continued with my instructions. "Since you can't speak and can't use your safe word, if it becomes too much, you'll need to press the buzzer." I pushed his thumb down on the button causing it to emit a loud buzzing noise, similar to one on a game show. I imagined it would make him feel a little better if he knew what sound to expect.
Then I led him backwards until he was up against the cross. First I attached the neck hook to the ring at the back of his collar. His wrists were next and finally his ankles. He was spread open for me, completely at my mercy.
I took his flaccid cock in my hand and slid the cock ring to the base. I felt it twitch a little and knew it wouldn't be long before it was raging hard. Then I put the cock weight on. I leaned in and whispered lowly into his ear, "Let's see how easily you can get it up with that weight holding it down."
I attached the nipple clamps, but not before flicking at each one with the flogger first, being careful not to leave any marks. Once Jacob was all clamped up, I turned on the vibrating nipple clamps. He tried to rock his head, but he couldn't move. Then I turned on the vibrating anal toy. His hips bucked as much as they could and I heard a low moan come from him.
I could see that he was getting impossibly hard and that despite the cock weight, it was definitely rising. I was notably impressed. But this wasn't being done for his pleasure and he needed to be reminded of that.
"Are you enjoying yourself Jacob? Tap the buzzer for a yes." Another low moan echoed through the room accompanied by a brief, shrill buzz. I took the feather teaser in one hand and the flogger in the other. "The purpose of this is not for your enjoyment." I flicked the flogger against the inside of his thigh. He whimpered and then groaned when I followed it with the feather.
"The trick, Jacob," Smack! "is to focus your mind on something else entirely." I ran the feather teaser up behind his straining cock and lightly dusted his testicles. "For example," Smack! "since you enjoy working on and rebuilding cars," Tickle! "you could rebuild the engine in your head."
I bumped up the setting on each vibrator. He was trying to clench his teeth, but the rubber ball was preventing him from doing so. He was fisting his free hand and desperately pulling against the restraints, but his buzzer hand had yet to flinch. I whipped each nipple in quick succession and earned a growl. I followed that with the feather going from the middle of his throat down the front of his body to his throbbing erection.
"Do you think you could try to work on that right now? Tap again for yes." His moan this time was desperate and the buzzer sounded quick and then was silent again. I teased the feather up and down the length of his cock before removing the weight. It was bobbing now, thick and veiny.
I whipped his cock and he bucked his hips again. I bumped up the vibrations to medium and put both remotes on the floor near his feet. I left him there for a moment while I gathered what I would need. As he heard the movements around him, I saw him start to tense again. I soothed him as best I could. "Shhh… relax, Jacob. I promise not to harm you. We're going to try to work on your control a little more." Blindfolding Jacob was nearly punishment enough.
I maneuvered the suspension chains so they were hanging near the cross and I put the padded bench in front of him and sat down. I stroked the length of him, earning more moans. "Remember to try and rebuild an engine in your head." With that, I took the entire length in my mouth, allowing him to hit the back of my throat. He let out a muffled scream and bucked his hips in earnest. I pushed his hips back against the wall as gently as I could.
I worked his length with teeth, tongue, and lips trying to push him to the very edge. Every time he would get close, I would completely stop my ministrations. He was growling again, this time in frustration, but he hadn't come yet. Four times I took him to the brink and viciously cut him off. He was near howling by this point and his erection looked nearly painful.
I stood and turned, facing away from Jacob. He was breathing hard and sweat was pouring off of him. I put one leg up on the bench and eased myself back onto Jacob's cock. He sucked in a breath as best he could and began moaning and groaning again.
I grabbed the chains that were dangling from the ceiling and began fucking Jacob's cock with a desperation I had never known. I needed my release, but no matter how many times Jacob was able to bring me to orgasm, it was never the same, never enough. I needed Edward's cock. I needed Edward's hands. I needed Edward.
I cried out in frustration and slid off Jacob. He was near delirious with pleasure, but he still hadn't come. On one hand, I was proud of him, but on the other I was ashamed that he couldn't seem to give me what I needed. But it wasn't his fault he wasn't Edward. I leaned forward I whispered in his ear, "Good job Jacob. That was very nice. You may come now." And with that, he let out a feral growl and his release spewed out, covering the bench I was just propped on.
Later that night, I couldn't help but question myself. Was I really cut out to do this? I couldn't get what I needed from Jacob, and he was still struggling with his focus. Was the problem that it wasn't working out between us, or was I not Dom material?
I laid in my bed, tossing and turning through the night. I was growing more and more frustrated, and clearly in need of a proper release, but I had no idea how to find one. Things were almost hopeless for me.
After much fidgeting and tossing and turning, I finally found my way into sleep. And I dreamed of Edward.
The next day I awoke with the sun shining in my eyes. It brightened my somewhat dreary mood. Sunny days in Forks were few and far between and should be appreciated for the rarity they were. It was almost like a beacon of hope.
I got out of bed and got dressed for my day. It was Jacob's turn to make breakfast, so I allowed myself some extra time getting ready. Today was Sunday, and we didn't have any sessions scheduled. Normally I liked for Sunday to just be a relaxing, stress-free day.
That quickly changed when my cell phone rang. I picked it up off my night table and checked the caller ID. My heart immediately started pounding and I could hear it echoing in my ears. I was frozen in place, wondering why in the world I would be getting a call from him now, after all this time with no word. But that was quickly pushed aside when I realized how much I wanted to talk to him. I quickly flipped the phone open.
"Well, hello Edward. What do I owe the pleasure of your call?"
By the time I got off the phone with Edward, I was panicked. Why was Edward coming to Forks? And more importantly, why was he asking to come and visit me after all this time? Did I tell him about Jacob? Did I not? What was I supposed to do?
In the end, I decided to show Jacob off. Sure he wasn't ready now, but he should be okay by Friday. Or so I hoped. I just wanted Edward to be proud of me and what I had accomplished in his absence.
I ran downstairs at top speed, yelling for Jacob the whole way. He came out of the kitchen and stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me. The look of confusion on his face should have been comical, but right now I was only focused on trying to get him ready.
"Jacob," I was panting by now. Never before had I run all the way down from the third floor, where my bedroom was. I put my hands on my knees and tried to catch my breath before I continued.
"What is it Bella? Is everything okay?" He was worried about me. But Jacob was always worried about me or trying to fuss over me for one reason or another. For some reason, that sent me into a fit of giggles. This only seemed to worry him more.
"Everything's fine Jacob," I was finally able to say between the gasping and the giggling. "I just got a phone call from an old friend. He's coming to Forks and he'll be stopping by for a visit on Friday. We need to make sure you're ready by then."
All humor and worry dropped off Jacob's face at that point. In fact, if I weren't mistaken, I'd say he looked furious. And scared. "What the hell for Bella?!" He roared at me. I was taken aback at the venom in his voice. I didn't understand what would have brought on that reaction.
"What's the matter Jake?" I didn't want to mess this up. I wanted Edward to be proud of me.
"All this time you've been getting me ready for some guy to come and have his way with me? Uh-uh. No fucking way." Then it dawned on me. Jacob thought I was going to let Edward play with him. I had to set things right.
"Jacob Black, you calm the hell down, right now!" He glared at me, but his shoulders relaxed a bit. "First of all, just because it's Sunday and it's a free day does not mean I will allow you to speak to me in such a disrespectful manner. Secondly, I understand you're apprehension, but you're worried over nothing."
He didn't look like he really believed me, but he looked at me with less angry eyes. "I'm sorry Bella. Please forgive me." Now his eyes were down and he had slipped into a subservient role. I had already messed this up and we hadn't even started.
"Look at me Jacob." When his brown eyes met mine, I reached out and stroked his cheek. "Please believe me when I tell you that I would never make you sub for another person unless we talked about it first. Edward isn't coming to play with you Jacob. I would just like to show you off to him."
"Edward? You mean, Master Edward?" Perhaps everything would be okay after all.
"You are not to call him Master Edward. Do you hear me Jacob? He is not your Master, and if you were to decide you wanted him to be, you would have to earn the right to call him that. Do you understand?"
He dropped his gaze again and replied, "Yes Mistress."
"To answer your question, yes Edward was my Master when I lived in Chicago. But he isn't my Master anymore. He is simply coming to visit. I would like to show him what I learned from him." I ruffled Jake's hair. "Don't worry, he won't touch you."
Jake didn't argue, but he still looked worried. Great. Another thing we'll have to work on and I've only got 5 days. It was time to get to work.
Under normal circumstances, I would never work Jacob this hard. Normally, we only had sessions on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays or Saturdays, both if we were up to it. But as it was, we had so much to work on and not enough time. I wanted so desperately for Jacob to learn to control himself, to not come until he was given permission, and to trust me completely.
But somehow we were already off track. Over the six months I had been working with him, we had somewhat taken care of the trust issue. For the most part that is. Now I felt we had taken two steps back. Whenever I touched him, even just to stroke his arm or ruffle his hair, he would jerk away from me.
I wanted to scream and I wanted to rage, but he wouldn't tell me what was bothering him. He would just look away and apologize. I didn't want apologies, I wanted answers. But I couldn't get them.
The week flew by, and Jacob got increasingly better. I was almost sure he was ready when Friday came, but it didn't matter because we were out of time. It was now or never.
Edward had told me he'd be here around dinner time. That would give us time to socialize and I could tell him about Jacob. It was made clear to Jacob that he was not to be seen until we were in the playroom. His instructions were to be waiting in position for me at 8PM sharp.
I didn't have a session with Jacob today, because I didn't want to push him too far. I wanted him to be able to have some time to himself so he could relax. Besides, stressing him out now could only lead to disaster later on, so it was better to err on the side of caution.
Truth be told, I was too nervous for a session today anyway. I was going to be seeing Edward again, after the longest year I had endured in my entire life. Screw butterflies, I had a fleet of furry woodland creatures doing the Rumba in my stomach. I wasn't even sure I was going to be able to eat dinner once the time came, but I had to put on a brave face and get on with it.
At 6:30 on the dot, my doorbell rang. I made my way to the front door, still filled with nervous apprehension. What would he think of me now? Would he still be pleased with the way I looked? I had desperately tried to look good for him, even if would all be in vain. But I thought my sapphire blue blouse paired with my black pencil skirt looked very demure. I wanted him to take me seriously tonight. But the addition of the stiletto black heels was a nice naughty touch. As was the little surprise I had on underneath my clothes.
When I finally opened the door, I wasn't disappointed by the sight before me. Edward always looked nice, with or without clothing, but perhaps not seeing him for a year had made him look especially wonderful. His bronze hair was windblown and sexy. I briefly imagined running my fingers through the silky locks. His emerald eyes sparkled back at me and made my knees weak.
He had also dressed the part tonight. He was wearing a pair of black chinos and a blue button down shirt. His smile was infectious and he winked at me. My heart fluttered and I looked down at myself before dumbly asking, "What?"
He chuckled at me and then gave me a glorious smile. "We match," he said, gesturing between us. I looked again, and sure enough, we did match.
"Great minds must think alike," I said. I was still entirely too nervous for my own good. I stepped back and gestured for him to come in. When he did, he looked all around before beaming at me again.
"You've done well for yourself, love. I'd love a tour of the place, perhaps after dinner?" My stupid heart raced again at his term of endearment. He had always had little pet names for me so I should have been used to it.
"Of course!" I squeaked out. A smirk adorned his face and he raised one brow at me.
"Is everything okay Bella? You seem awfully tense." He didn't even know the half of it, why did he still have to be so in tuned with my body's reactions? Stupid me for thinking I'd be able to pull this off.
"Everything's perfect. Shall we eat?" I led him into the kitchen before he could respond. "I just have a few last minute things to take care of and then we'll have dinner in the dining room."
"Isn't that so formal? Can't we just sit here in the kitchen and eat?" I wasn't sure if this was a trick or not. The kitchen had always been a safe zone when I had lived with him. I didn't know if I would be able to handle an overly casual conversation at this point, but I didn't want to alert him to my plans for later.
"Sure. Whatever you want." I had to stop being so skittish. Sooner or later I would have to tell him about Jacob and I'd have to show my dominating side. I just hoped everything would be okay.
Dinner was nice. We made small talk, but neither of us wanted to broach the subject of our previous life in Chicago. If I didn't know any better, I would have said we were just two old friends catching up with each other's lives. Of course, there were big gaps missing, but it was comfortable nonetheless. I glanced at the clock again and noticed that it was 7:45. I had to prepare Edward for what I had in store for him.
"Bella, look at me please." I looked at him and noticed that his brows were scrunched together, like he was deep in thought. He just watched me for a minute and I waited for him to continue. "You seem preoccupied. You said there was nothing wrong, but you keep looking at the clock and you've been jumpy all night. I know you too well. Please tell me what's bothering you."
"Nothing is bothering me." He raised his brow at me again, daring me to argue. This time I had to put my foot down. "Well, actually, I wouldn't say anything is bothering me, exactly. I'm just… I have something…well, shit." I had no idea how to just come out and tell him, but I had to do it soon because Jacob would be waiting for us here shortly.
His confusion was clear, as was his worry. I just didn't know what he was so worried about. "Would you mind explaining that?" His honeyed voice crept over my skin and I suppressed a shudder. It wouldn't do to completely fall apart now.
"Well… there's something I want, no need, to tell you." I tried to just spit it out, but the words wouldn't come.
"Please Bella. Just tell me." He'd never really pleaded with me. He'd never had to. And like always, I was putty in his hands.
"I'm training a sub!" It came out in a rush and my cheeks were tinted with pink.
He looked shocked for a minute, but before long he was able to compose himself. "Is that right? So you decided you'd try your hand at being a Dom." His words seemed forced to me and it felt like there was something wrong, I just couldn't put my finger on it. "How is that working out for you?"
I didn't know how to respond. Did I tell him about all the trouble I was having with Jacob? Did I ask for his advice? Asking for his help was out of the question because I had promised Jacob I wouldn't let Edward touch him, and I still felt there was something wrong with Edward. I decided to gloss it over, just a tad. "It's going pretty well actually. Jacob is very responsive. I've been working with him for nearly 6 months now."
His eyes seemed far away and he was staring off into space. He brought his gaze back to me and there was something in the look that was new. I didn't know what emotion it was. "6 months? I see…" he trailed off, but I wasn't sure why.
"I was hoping that you'd like to meet Jacob and I could show you some of his progress." I looked away, scared of his reaction, afraid that he'd say no, terrified he'd say yes.
"If that's what pleases you, Bella." Huh? When did he become so cryptic? I shook it off and looked at him again. He was looking at me in a curious way, like he was seeing me for the first time.
"Of course. Besides, I'd like to show off my playroom a bit. I'm rather proud of the way it's turned out." I led him up the stairs to the third floor. The only rooms up here were my bedroom, a bathroom, and my playroom.
When we stepped in, Jacob was already in position, but he looked extremely uncomfortable. I had a bad feeling, but decided it was just nerves. Edward walked past me and examined a few of the pieces before turning around to face me. He glanced at Jacob briefly then brought his gaze back to me. "Very nice Bella. You have a fantastic setup here. But I wouldn't expect any less from you since you always were such a great sub." Jacob flinched visibly when Edward spoke, but Edward either didn't notice, or pretended not to.
"Thank you Edward. Now, if you'll excuse me for a moment, I'd like to get started." I stepped behind the Byobu in the corner of the room to remove my outer clothing. Underneath, I was wearing the visual manifestation of every man's wet dream. Everything was black with red cross stitching. The corset pushed my breasts up nicely and allowed them to spill over the top and had red hooks holding the front together. The crotchless panties had little red bows at each hip as did the garter belt which held up black stockings with a seam running up the back. I opted to keep the black stilettos on for added effect. I put short black kimono style robe with a red dragon on the back over top of the ensemble.
When I came out, I saw Edward's eyes widen and heard his intake of breath. I felt emboldened, like I could take on the world. I winked at him before sauntering across the room to where Jacob was kneeling. I gently stroked his hair and felt him jerk. I really hoped tonight would go as planned.
"Jacob." My voice was firm but not harsh. I had been trained by an excellent Master. "This is Edward. Remember what we spoke about earlier this week and all will be fine. Do you understand?" Jacob kept his gaze trained on the floor and didn't move a muscle. I smiled inwardly, tonight would be fine. "You may answer."
"Good boy, Jacob. You may stand over by the cross. Wait there for further instruction." With his gaze still on the floor, Jacob gained his feet and made his way over to the St. Andrew's Cross.
I had already placed the items I would need on the table nearby so as not waste any time. I looked over at Edward and motioned toward the chair on the other side of the room. "Edward, please make yourself comfortable." He smiled at me before sitting down to watch. I took a few deep breaths before removing my robe and approaching Jacob. I could feel Edward's eyes locked on me the entire way.
I spoke to Jacob in a low voice, so Edward wouldn't hear. "Jacob, relax. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. It will be the same as it was all week. Nod if you understand." I waited nearly 5 full seconds before Jacob nodded his agreement. I took another deep breath and began to proceed.
"It's going to be exactly the same, like it's always been." I thought maybe if I kept telling him that and reassuring him, it might make him feel a little better. I caressed his arms and shoulders, trying to ease the tension. I warmed the lubrication in my hands so the cold wouldn't shock him. I applied it generously to both his anus and the plug I intended on using before gently inserting it. Jacob started quivering slightly, but I couldn't tell if it was from his nerves or from arousal.
I took the blindfold and showed it to him before placing it over his eyes. "Remember. Car engines." He had done well with that all week. Once I had him blindfolded, I began securing him to the cross. I had decided to forgo the ball gag because I didn't want to make him any more nervous that he had to be. Once he was in position, I clamped his nipples, put on the cock weight and the cock ring. I took the flogger in one hand and the feather teaser in the other. This was one of our simplest training plans and I thought he would do well with it.
"You may be vocal if you choose, but you are not permitted to come. Answer if you understand."
"Yes Mistress." His voice was shaky and he was trembling slightly. I caressed his face, hoping to soothe him and was rewarded with a small smile. "Thank you Mistress."
I stepped back and spoke louder so Edward could hear. "Jacob, I am going to turn on the anal toy and the nipple clamps. Would you like that? Answer me."
"Yes Mistress. Please Mistress." I put down the feather teaser for a moment and set both toys on low vibration. Jacob's groan filled the room.
"Do you like that?" When I got no response I whipped at his cock. He gasped loudly. "Answer me!"
"Yes Mistress." I bumped up the setting to medium. We weren't going to go as slowly as we normally did. He moaned and tried to grind his ass into the wall. His cock was once again defying the weight and was slowly beginning to rise.
"Whom do you belong to Jacob?" I whipped his nipples and his teeth snapped together.
"You Mistress. I belong to you."
"And your orgasms Jacob? Whom do those belong to?" I flicked at his nipples again and he started panting. I bumped up the vibration to just below high. He was already beginning to sweat, but it had that sweet smell of arousal to it.
"You!" He shrieked. "They are yours!"
"Yes Jacob. That's correct. You and your orgasms belong to me." I reached forward and stroked his collar. "This collar you're wearing tells me so, but I like to hear it vocalized."
Slowly but surely, I worked Jacob over. I had him on the highest setting and he was shaking with his efforts not to come. His voice was getting huskier and I was afraid he would lose himself to the sensation soon. I switched out the flogger for the feather teaser and ghosted it across his body. Before I had the chance to ask him if he would like for me to fuck him, he started screaming at the top of his lungs. "HOCKEY STICK! HOCKEY STICK!"
Never in all of our 6 months had Jacob used his safe word. I was so stunned I dropped the feather teaser on the ground. His shaking was uncontrollable and there were tears coming out from under his blindfold. I wanted to be mortified that Edward had seen this, but my first concern was Jacob. I jumped forward quickly and ripped the blindfold off his face before I began the task of releasing him from the cross.
He was sobbing by this point and kept shooting glances over at Edward. Once I had him free, I removed all the toys and began massaging over his body to make sure he wasn't harmed. I could find nothing that would indicate why he would have wanted to stop.
"Are you okay Jake?" I used his nickname so he would know the scene was done. I wanted to make sure he knew he would be safe telling me why he stopped.
He was wiping the tears from his face and he was gasping for air. "I'm sorry Bella. I just couldn't handle it with him here. I don't think I can do this anymore." And with that, he fled the room, slamming the door behind him.
I was absolutely floored now. Not only had he used his safe word, but I had lost my sub completely. I knew he didn't mean anymore as in just tonight. He meant to leave me for good. I crumbled to the floor in a heap. I had completely forgotten about Edward.
I felt two warm arms envelop me and I wasn't ashamed to curl into them and let the tears go. I sobbed for my loss, I sobbed for my embarrassment, but mostly I sobbed because I once again felt abandoned. Edward soothed me as I cried for what seemed like hours.
"Bella." Edward was stroking my hair, trying to calm me down. "Are you okay?"
I shuddered once before looking up and meeting his eyes. "I don't know. Should I be?"
"Losing a sub is never easy. Some losses are just harder than others."
"You mind explaining that to me Edward?"
"Just exactly that. Sometimes you let a sub go and know it's for the better. Sometimes you let a sub go despite your desire to hold on to them because you have no other choice." I could see now that he wasn't going to explain any further and it was a wasted effort to try and make him. He just kept stroking my hair in a calming manner.
"What am I going to do now Edward?" My voice was small and very sad. Edward had always had such wonderful advice.
"Well, you can do one of two things. You can either sulk for awhile before you come to terms with it. Or…" he trailed off and looked away from me. I would have sworn he looked nervous.
"Or what?" I prodded.
He looked back down at me and his eyes searched mine for a moment before he continued. "Or you could try the scene again."
I was confused. How was I going to try the scene again without a sub? When I asked him that, he just smiled and chuckled at me. "My dear Bella, you have a Master here. Would you like me to show you how I would have done that scene?"
My mind went wild. Could I do that? Would I be able to watch him walk away when it was done? Yes, and yes my mind answered for me but all I could do was nod.
Edward stood before me and offered his hand to help me up. When I started to remove my outfit, he stopped me. "No. Those will remain." My body shivered at his tone. This wasn't Edward talking to me now, this was Master Edward. I could feel my arousal leaking down my leg. "Do you remember your safe word my Bella?"
"Truck." I whispered. I shook my head, trying to clear the haze. "But I don't see that it really matters. I never used it once in the 6 years I was with you, why would I say it now?"
His eyes darkened with an unknown emotion before he spoke. "Is that a challenge my dear Bella? Because you and I both know that only I can push you to your absolute limits," he leaned forward and flicked his tongue over my ear. "And only I was the one who could make you weep with gratitude."
I was quivering. I couldn't stop myself. I had been so long without Edward, without my Master that I didn't know if I would be able to compose myself. I briefly wondered if I would come from his voice alone, but I snapped my legs straight and squared my shoulders. "Bring it on, Master."
"Naughty. But that's okay. I think I like it." He wandered to the various cabinets and plucked out the items he preferred to use. Another anal toy, a silver bullet, a riding crop, and the ball gag. "As much as I'd love to make you scream, I love the way you looked when you're bound and gagged. My normal rule will apply. If it gets to be too much, I want you to open and close your hands repeatedly. Do you understand?"
"Pfft. Of course I do." I shook my head at his absurdity. How could I forget? "It's not like I'm new at this." When the riding crop connected with my bare ass, my eyes opened wide and my mouth hung open. He took that opportunity to gag me quickly.
"You will speak to your Master with respect, little one. I did not give you leave to speak freely. Do you understand me? You may nod your head." Eyes still wide, I bobbed my head up and down. "Good girl. Now go stand by the cross."
I made my way over on shaky legs. I was more turned on than I could have ever imagined. Having Master Edward back seemed to be exactly what the doctor ordered. I stood patiently, eyes downcast, arms crossed behind my back, and waited for Edward to proceed. I moaned when I felt his deft fingers lubing up my tight hole. He had always loved playing with my anus before inserting any toys and his fingers were most skilled and wonderful.
He leaned over my shoulder and spoke directly in my ear. "Do you like that my pet? Nod for yes, shake your head for no." I nodded enthusiastically. It felt glorious. "It seems your tight little ass has been neglected in my absence. Tell me, did you ever allow your Jacob to fuck you in the ass?" I shook my head. Master Edward had been the only one to take me there. It had never felt right to consider allowing someone else to do the same. "Mmmm… I'll have to remember that." Then he slid the toy in and turned it on right away to the highest setting. My inner walls clenched and a low moan broke free.
"Yes, enjoy that for a moment." My head rolled around on my shoulders as the toy buzzed away in the tight confines of my ass. Soon, I felt Master Edward slide the silver bullet into my dripping core. Once it was in place that too was set on the highest setting. Feeling the two toys buzzing against each other nearly caused me to come undone. "Do you feel that, my Bella? Do you feel how wonderful only I can make you feel?" I nodded my head, delirious to everything but the feeling and Master Edward's voice.
He was standing behind me with his arms wrapped around me. One hand was flicking at my swollen and sensitive clit while the other was busy tweaking my already hardened nipples. I bucked my hips and nearly came again. It was almost too much after so long a separation. Master Edward purred in my ear, "Uh uh uhh… it's not nearly time." He still knew my body so well. "We have so much more to do, please don't disappoint me Isabella." I was panting by this point. Whenever he used my full name in that voice it caused this reaction.
"Now, allow me to secure you to the cross." I let him lead the way and stood patiently while he secured me in place. "It's a shame you don't have a collar…" something flashed in his eyes, "but this will do. I'm going to make a few more alterations to your scene Isabella. I'm not going to blindfold you. First because I love watching your eyes as I pleasure you, and second because I want you to see what I do to you. What only I can do to you." I knew there was a hidden meaning somewhere in there, but I was too wrapped up in the scene to care.
"Do you enjoy being bound and gagged by me, love?" I nodded. "Of course you do. Do you enjoy being pleasured by me?" I looked deep into his eyes and nodded again, hoping he would know how sincere I was.
The riding crop struck my nipple so quickly I hadn't even seen him move. I gasped behind the gag and moaned in ecstasy. "Do you feel what I can do to you Bella?" He whipped my other nipple just as quickly. "Do you feel the pleasure I can bring you." I nodded, silently begging him for more. "A little pain never deterred you did it my pet?" He whipped my clit and I nearly bit through the rubber ball. I shook my head keeping my eyes on him the whole time.
On and on he tortured me, whipping me in various places, kissing and licking in others. He had fully undressed himself and his cock was rock hard and throbbing. He paused for a moment, stroking himself as he watched me, his eyes clouded with bliss. I was panting and moaning, hardly able to contain myself. The sight of Master Edward nude was the most fantastic sight I could imagine. Without warning he dropped to his knees and bit my throbbing clit. I screamed through the gag and recited all 50 states in my head, in alphabetical order.
"Come for me Bella, I need to taste you." That was all he needed to say before I felt my orgasm crash through my system, nearly overwhelming me. My body was shaking and I was hanging limply from my restraints. After he had licked me clean, he stood before me and removed me from the cross, massaging away any stiffness. Once he was satisfied that I wasn't in pain or harmed, he removed the toys and my gag.
"On your knees. I want to feel that sweet mouth on my cock." I dropped to my knees and took his entire length in my mouth. I hummed in contentment at feeling him hit the back of my throat causing him to hiss through his teeth. I used every trick I knew, licking all around, nibbling on the head, grazing my teeth along the shaft. Everything I did right now, I did for Master Edward. This was one way I knew I could always make him proud. When I reached up and began massaging his testicles, he started panting.
"Yes Bella. Just like that." His hands were buried in my hair and he started thrusting into my mouth. Low guttural sounds filled the room and I felt him tighten right before he released. I swallowed every drop, milking him with my throat. He was gasping for air and he hadn't let up his grip from my hair, but the pain felt so wonderful. Once he was drained, he massaged my scalp while I licked him spotless.
He collapsed in a heap beside me and kissed me lovingly. He had never kissed me in just this way before and I didn't understand. He leaned forward and put his forehead against mine. "That was fantastic. Just like old times."
I knew now the scene was over. But who had kissed me? Edward or Master Edward? "Yes, it was. Better than old times actually." Then I smiled at him. The first real and genuine smile I'd had in a long time.
"Now there's a sight I missed." He tapped his finger to the corners of my mouth before giving me another chaste kiss. "Um, Bella, can I talk to you about something?"
I wasn't sure where this was going and I wasn't really sure I wanted to. But I would never do anything to disappoint him, so I just nodded.
"First, can I ask you why you decided to become a Dom?" The nerves were back, which was really unusual for him, but I answered as truthfully as I could.
"At first, the idea never occurred to me. In fact, I tried to go out and have a normal relationship when I first got back here, but it wasn't the same. I knew I'd never get that level of release and pleasure from a normal relationship." I hesitated at the next part but decided to throw my pride to the wind. "Then I just couldn't bring myself to find another Dom. I couldn't bear the idea of belonging to someone else after you."
He was oddly quiet and was looking at me with a strange look on his face. Then he whispered, almost to himself, "So it wasn't because you wanted Jacob."
"Of course not. In fact, if I had really been paying attention I should have known all along he was a poor choice. I think bottom line, Jacob didn't want to be a sub, he only wanted to be what I wanted. It was doomed from the beginning. I'm just ashamed that I didn't notice it before."
"You have nothing to be ashamed of Bella. You were going through a difficult time." He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me. "I heard about Charlie. Why didn't you ever call me?"
I just looked at him for a long moment while the tears filled my eyes. "It was too hard. By the time I had him buried and had taken care of the sale of the house, months had passed. I couldn't deal with the idea of you having a new sub, so I just avoided you at all costs. I'm sorry." The tears were falling, hot and fast, streaming down my face.
"Shhhh… don't cry. And don't be sorry. I wish you would have called me though. I could have told you that I didn't take on a new sub after you." I looked at him with incredulous eyes. Was he being serious? "Is that so unbelievable Bella?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, we're kind of the same. You need to live this type of lifestyle as much as I do. How did you manage a year without a sub?"
"I've been busy. But before we get into that, don't you want to know why I'm in Forks?"
"Well, I did wonder. I assumed if you wanted me to know you would have told me."
"Silly Bella. We've wasted so much time on assumptions. Let me explain." He took a deep breath before going on, "Forks Hospital has been looking for a new doctor. They have been for quite some time. I've been meeting with them for about 9 months, but had to come here for the final interview."
I was stunned. Was he really moving to Forks? Why? He loved Chicago. "But… why?" All other intelligent conversation flew out of my head. All I could think about was Edward, here in Forks. What would that mean for us?
"Bella, remember when I was telling you about losing a sub and how sometimes it's harder than others?" When I nodded, he continued, "When you left, I couldn't function right. We had spent so much time together that I felt like a piece of me was missing. I let you go because you needed to come home and take care of your father.
I can't even begin to tell you how hurt I was when you didn't contact me when he passed but I thought that's the way you wanted things. I tried to convince myself it was for the better. Everyday became harder and harder to manage, and I just couldn't take it anymore. I had already been in contact with Forks Hospital, and by then I decided that if you weren't going to come back for me, I was going to come here for you."
I was still staggered. All this time Edward had wanted me. I had been so afraid that he had moved on I hadn't even considered what it had been like for him when I left. I had just assumed that he would agree to train another sub and move on with his life, completely forgetting about me in the process. We had both made so many mistakes. "You mean… you still… want me?"
"You silly, silly girl. I never didn't want you." He looked around the room for a minute before getting up and making his way over to his pants. "Maybe this will convince you." He took a small box out of the pocket and handed it to me.
When I opened it up, my breath left my body. There, inside, was my everyday collar. "You kept it?" My voice was awed by this new discovery. Maybe I could be happy again.
"Yes, I kept it. And it can be yours again." He put his finger under my chin and raised it so his eyes could meet mine. "If that's what pleases you Bella."
Author's Note: Wow. That was difficult. I pretty much put everything else I had on hold for this story. I never imagined the research it would take to get this as close to accurate as I could. I'm STILL not even sure I did it justice.
First as foremost, before I go any further, I need to thank my most wonderful beta Jen2112. Without her, I would be lost. And the editing would be horrid. She's my lifesaver. Cherry, of course. Plus, she's fantastic at telling me what seems to work, and what doesn't You chica, are da best!
Secondly, I'd like to thank Safest Time of the Day who allowed me to bounce so many ideas off of her, I'm sure she resembles that little red ball that's a part of the gag. I love you girl! We are kindred spirits… and you're like my other half. Kinda spooky sometimes, but I like it.
Next, I want to thank all of you readers. Without you, I would have no reason to write fan fiction. If you don't vote for me, that's okay… but please take a moment to leave a review. I can't get better as a writer without your input. Thanks everyone!
And last but most certainly not least, I want to wish a very Happy Belated Birthday to Definitely Staying. Hope it rocked out loud. And I hope you loved all of your birthday stories… I don't know if I would have taken on such a challenge for anyone else. This is for you chica.