AI art by me and inspired by the Landsdown song, “One Shot.”

She was back again.

Jim wasn’t surprised since it was Friday night. She was always here on Friday nights with her husband or the Jerk, as Jim thought of him.

The girl was young and stunning, but Jerk brought her as arm candy and played the bar like it was Single’s Night. He wasn’t single. He had a matching band to hers, but she would sit at the bar and have a small chat with Jim while Jerk flirted around.

Jim couldn’t take it anymore.

“Why do you put up with it?” He asked while pouring her a Rum and Coke with more Diet Coke than usual. She didn’t like to get drunk.

Her eyes widened as Jim had crossed the unspoken boundary of asking a personal question.

She looked over her shoulder at Jerk. He was currently whispering in the ear of a brunette with exceptionally large breasts on nearly full display.

“He was that attentive to me in the beginning and for three months after the honeymoon. It was then he told me he needed more than just me.” She answered without turning to Jim.

“Why not divorce?” Jim asked.

She sighed and turned back to him. Her blue eyes were sad, but directly on his. “Pre-nup. If I divorce, I leave with less than I entered the marriage. I also like nice things. He gives me nice things then fucks the flavor of the week. At least, he doesn’t do it at our home.”

Jim stayed silent. Something must have shown on his face.

“Oh, he doesn’t ignore me either.” She laughed bitterly. “I’ll be expected to spread for him when we get home tonight. I’m the only one he faces when he fucks. He’s told me that, too.”

She took a sip. “Please, Jim. Leave it alone? Please?” Her eyes begged him.

He did…that night.

Jim had decided as it grew closer to the following Friday night. What this girl didn’t know was Jim was very much a Dom and could clearly see she was a submissive. It also explained why she put up with Jerk. “Nice things” was a more socially acceptable excuse than she was being obedient just as she’d promised in her vows.

Jim had something to say, or do, about that tonight.

In they came, she looked extra sexy in a pink, pleated miniskirt and black cowboy boots. Her small top matched the boots and showed more of her than ever before.

It took less than fifteen minutes for Jerk to ditch her with Jim. Her eyes told Jim that she had dressed more for Jim than Jerk. Her body language spoke volumes of erotica. It fit in nicely with Jim’s designs.

She needed a refill and asked for one.

“I’m out of Diet Coke here at the bar.I’ll have to get it from the back, ” he told her, then looked directly at her. He spoke in a firm voice—his Dom voice.You will come with me to help carry it.”

She flinched a little and her eyes flashed but bowed her head. “Okay, Jim. I will.”

He had her.

Without a backward glance, he walked to the back of the bar and through the storage door. “Jon? Watch the bar. I’m taking my break.” He called to his assistant.

Jon looked from him to the cute blonde coming closer and grinned. “Sure thing, Boss.” He winked.

Jon would leave Jim alone all the rest of the night, if needed. Jon was training to be a Dom, and Jim helped. He’d ask Jon later if he’d spotted the sub in the girl. It’d be a good lesson.

She was quiet as she followed him past the kegs and bottles. She never said a word, even as it became apparent they’d left the drinks behind and were headed to his office.

“Come in.” He told her.

She hesitated then but looked into his eyes and nodded.

Closing the door behind her, he didn’t hide that he locked it.

“Your name?” He asked her.

“Breeane.” She swallowed.

“No, you’re Bree. You will be Bree with me from this point on. Understood?” He asked but made no move towards her.

She blinked but nodded.

“And nodding is not allowed. You will always use your words or be punished. You should say, Yes, Sir.” He prompted.

Her face flushed a deepening red. Her eyes darted around the office.

“Bree? Do I need to spank you already?” He asked in the same way he had a hundred times before.

A little whimper came from her. “No, Sir. I mean, yes, Sir. I mean…” She looked like she was going to bolt.

“Do you know why I’m talking to you like this?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir.” She nodded. “You…You’re a Dominant, right?”

He nodded. “I’ve been one for over twenty years now which is close to your age, isn’t it?”

The question was implied, so he wondered if she’d pick up on it. If she did, he would be very pleased.

“I’m twenty-three, Sir. May I ask? How old are you?” She looked genuinely curious.

“Does that matter to you?” He asked.

She shook her head. “Age is just…you know the rest. No, Sir. I don’t care. I’m just curious.”

“I’m over twice your age and then some.” He answered. “That’s all you need to know for now. If…if things go well then I’ll tell you more.”

She relaxed a little. “And what qualifies as going well, Sir?”

The way she said it had changed. He heard it and smiled.

She returned it.

“If you’re a good girl for me, of course.” He moved towards her. “Have you ever been with an actual Dom before?”

“No, Sir, but…I’ve read some…watched some.” She answered.

“Good. Kneel.” He told her.

She began to but stopped. “Shouldn’t I strip first, Sir?”

Jim began to wonder about her reading list. “Please, do. Do it in a way to please me.”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir, I’ll try.”

Bree did quite well as she was very flirty with taking off her top first. She was blessed with the cutest pink nipples. They were very stiff.

“Aroused?” He asked.

She blushed. “Yes, Sir. Very…” She grinned. “It’s good I didn’t wear any panties tonight.”

He laughed. “Speaking of which, did you dress for my benefit tonight?”

She’d turned away from him to unzip her skirt. Looking coyly over her shoulder, she grinned. “Yes, Sir. I knew you found me attractive. I liked that and could tell what I’d said last week upset you.”

Bree paused as she slipped the skirt down and bent to her toes giving him an excellent view of her firm, rounded ass.

“I wanted to…please you, Sir. You could tell I gave you permission to look as much as you liked.” She peeked around her knees at him. “May I rise up again, Sir?”

“In a moment.” He told her.

She held still as he walked up to her.

Jim let his hand reach down and cup her ass. “What sport?”

“Tennis…Dance, Sir.” She answered.

“Mmm, I do love tiny, pleated skirts.” He patted her bottom.

“I’ll make sure to remember, Sir.” She answered.

Reaching his hand back, he spanked her sharp and hard.

“Oooo…mmmm.” She cried out then murmured.

He did it again and again and again until each cheek was dark pink.

Bree held very still throughout and didn’t flinch or clench. Jim was impressed. “Does Jerk spank you?” He asked.

“Jerk, Sir?” She asked.

“It’s what I call your husband in my mind.” He explained.

She giggled. “Oh, I love that. May I use it?”

“Certainly but not aloud.” He told her.

“No, I won’t, Sir.” She promised. “And, no, he doesn’t spank me. I am obedient to him and allow him his ways but I’d never want him to spank me.”

“Why not?” Jim asked and spanked each cheek again.

Bree moaned this time. “B-b-because of what it does to me, Sir, as you’re testing me about.”

Good. She was very intelligent. His personal preference in submissives. What fun was it to have a dolt submit who didn’t truly understand what she was doing? An intelligent woman who submitted? Her fully understood choice? Mmm…better than the sex from it…mostly.

Jim could already smell her arousal had risen but he still used his finger to check. She was very wet for him. Taking his time, he rubbed her clit.

Bree wavered on her feet but he helped support her since he’d put her in this condition.

“Please…please, Sir?” She begged in a whisper.

“Use details, Bree.” He kept rubbing.

“Fuck me? Please, Sir, pretty please, Sir?” She begged stronger now.

“Not yet, Little Dove.” He patted her bottom. “Since he takes you facing, I will never take you that way. Do you know what that means?”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir. You’ll fuck me from behind.” She cooed for him. “Thank you, Sir. I’ve…I’ve fantasized about that.”

“The position? Or me?” He asked.

She giggled. “Both, Sir, but…pussy, right? I’ve…never done anal.”

Jim nearly growled loud enough for her to hear. “And if I wanted anal?”

“I’m your…Good Girl, Sir.” She said as if it explained it all, which it did.

“No worries, Bree. We’ll talk about that after. Rise up, bend over my desk and beg me to fuck you. Do it now.” He spanked her.

She rose up, tossed her hair a little, shot him a hot look, and obeyed it all. Her ass was arched up as she bent over the desk. Resting her elbows on it, she lowered herself further.

“Please, Sir? Fuck me? Fuck me rough and…spank me as you fuck me, please?” She wiggled her bottom to tease.

He laughed. “Well, well, well, since you asked so sweetly.”

She giggled and kept wiggling.

He unzipped and came up behind her. It didn’t take too much before he was deeply inside of her. Bree groaned and pressed back into him.

The motions came quickly, and Bree became an excellent dance partner. She knew the moves instinctually. True to her request and his own desire, he spanked her as he went faster and his spanks became harder.

It drove her closer to the edge. The girl was a true blue masochist. Good, he was a true blue sadist. Visions of nipple clamps and clit clamps began to dance in his head for her. There were ways she could hide them from Jerk. The same was true of a collar.

This wasn’t Jim’s first Round Up of a Wild Submissive.

“Don’t you dare come without permission.” He warned her.

“I…I…I know, Sir.” She whimpered.

Mentioning it had been on purpose, she began to whimper louder as it came closer. She began to beg, but he told her no. She cried out in frustration.

His cock got harder and she groaned louder. Her eyes flashed back to him. She understood. She begged again and he told her no.

This time a sob came from her then another. Shaking her head back and forth, she began to beg without stopping for an answer.

Jim waited until he could tell she was truly in tears. “Come for me now, Bree. All your orgasms belong to me.”

“YES.” She cried out and writhed under him as she came and clenched around him.

Jim hadn’t decided yet if he was going to let himself come inside of her this time. He’d not wanted to scare her off, but her reactions and knowledge prevented him from resisting it.

She made a new noise as she felt him explode within her. A small giggle burst from her as she sounded pleased. Her breathing was very ragged as she came down from her high.

Jim was panting a bit, too. It’d been a while since he’d taken such a young one but, damn it, she deserved to be used properly. He was so noble, right? He leaned forward to rest on her lovely ass.

“Mmm…I like you staying in me, Sir. I like being your cushion.” She told him.

“I like both of those, too! How nice.” He murmured and reached back to pat her bottom. “Is this mine, now?”

“Mmmhmmm…I mean, yes, Sir, if you want it…er…or me?” She asked.

“I do. Not just tonight either. I plan on keeping you as best as we can manage. I’m asking now, not telling. Bree, will you give yourself to me as my submissive?” He kissed the back of her neck.

A tremor went through her body. “Ohhhh…mmmm…yes, please, Sir. Once a week? I can…help you in storage again?” She asked.

“That was my plan.” He told her then began to rise off her.

She made a small, disappointed noise. “Don’t leave yet, please?” She begged.

“But I want to play with those pretty pink nipples.” He explained.

“Oh. Well, in that case.” She rose up with him, pressed up against his chest with her back, and reached around for his hands.

Leading them to her breasts, she pressed them into her. “This okay for now, Sir?”

He squeezed, caressed, then pinched her nipples and twisted. “You tell me.”

She whimpered and her hands pressed into his wrist. “More, harder, please?” She begged.

He complied and a little sob sounded from her.

“Such sweet pain you give me in such lovely ways, Sir. Will you teach me more ways you can do this to me, please?” She asked.

“I would love to train you, Bree. There’s much we can do through texts, videos, and so forth.” He suggested.

She was so excited that she turned and he slipped out of her.

“Really, Sir? Like every day? Yes, please?” She started to reach up with her mouth but paused. “Kiss, please, Sir?”

He took her in his arms and kissed her well and claimed another orifice of her. She gave willingly and enthusiastically. His mouth then plundered her breasts as she sang a song of lust in his ears with sighs and moans.

It was now that he noticed again she was bare.

“Bree, you will let your pubic hair grow into a small strip. Fout inches long by one inch wide, above your clit but not over it.” He told her.

“That’s very precise, Sir.” She smirked. “Do you have OCD?”

“No, I just know what I like and you wish to give me what I like, right?” He asked.

“Of course, Sir. I will obey and remember.” She nodded.

“Will Jerk say anything?” He asked.

She blew a raspberry. “He doesn’t do oral with me and it’s dark when he will fuck me tonight as usual. No, he won’t notice, Sir.”

Jim realized the guy wasn’t just a jerk but also a fool.

“You have been eaten before, right?” He asked.

She blushed. “No, Sir.” Her eyes showed she wanted it very badly.

“Well, I’m not going tonight, but if you have some patch to show me next Friday, then I’ll be your first.” He grinned.”Do you know what Edging is, Bree?”

Her eyes grew round as saucers. “I do…OH. You really are a sadist, aren’t you?”

He nodded. “Will that be a problem?”

She shook her head. “No, Sir. It will be a blessing to me. I…I want you to hurt me, tease me, torture me to tears and even more, if you wish.”

“I wish.” He answered.

“I vow to obey you as my Dom. All of me is yours for your toy or toys. Do with me as you wish, whenever you wish, Sir.” She said it so simply and honestly that it tugged at his heart.

“Also, I want a copy of your prenup. I want to look it over,” he told her.

“Of course, Sir. Why?” She cocked her head.

“I want to see if there’s a way we can get you out of this marriage.” He answered.

Her eyes searched his face. “Why, Sir?”

“Isn’t it obvious? So I can set you free then take you officially as mine.” He answered.

She flung her arms around his neck and began to ravage his neck and ears with kisses. “Yes, yes, yes…oh, I do hope you can figure it out.”

He began to pull away.

“Sir? Um…I can feel your handprints, but the marks will fade too quickly.” Her hand went to his already loosened belt. “Would you use this to give me some to remember you by?”

He opened his mouth but she continued before he could speak.

“If you will then as Jerk fucks me and I feel the sharp pains, I’ll close my eyes and he’ll become you, Sir.” She whispered that last line as her eyes lowered.

“I was going to say, of course, but now I’ll say double so.” He stepped back and pulled the belt through the loops. “Turn around and bend over again.”

“Mmm. yes, Sir.” She giggled.

He doubled it then strapped her a good, hard dozen. It was enough for her first time. Damn, she sounded like she was close to orgasm from the whipping!

“My little pain slut.” He laughed.

“Mmmhmm, Sir.” She wriggled. “Thank you for my whipping. Your belt, Sir?”

She turned to him. He held it to her and she leaned down to kiss it. “I kiss my master’s whip.” She whispered.

“I think you need to tell me what books you’ve been reading.” He laughed.

“I’ll text you the list, Sir.” She promised.

He watched her dress and felt a pang that she was going. He told her so.

She stopped and walked to him to kiss him without asking this time. He allowed it.

“I’ll always be in here.” She touched his chest. “You’ll always be in here.” She touched between her still bare breasts, then she giggled. “And here.” She touched her pussy. “And…” She reached behind her.

“I get the idea.” He laughed. “And here…” he got out his phone and they exchanged numbers. She put in his as The Plumber and laughed at her dirty joke.

They stopped by their private bathroom for her to freshen up. She grabbed two six-packs of Diet Coke and followed him to the bar.

Jerk didn’t even look up.

Bree sat a little carefully on the stool and winced. Her eyes watched his smile and she grinned at him.

…to be continued…