“Arms behind your back.” He told her.

She nodded and obeyed.

He noticed she did it correctly without any prompting from him.  Was it just a natural thing for some women?  He was curious, but that needed to wait.

“Are you sure about this, Kim?” He asked her one last time.

“Yes, I am, Sir.”

Kim sat on the top of the picnic table.  Her short, red summer dress didn’t cover a thing from his view as he was seated before her.

She’d been begging him to test her for two weeks now. His reluctance had nothing to do with desire.  Rick wanted her from the first time they’d met at work.  This school year, she was a new hire and a growing favorite of the students, not just the male ones.

Rick was her next-door neighbor, and they’d already made a connection before the beginning of school. The obligatory week-long meetings had become much less onerous for Rick than usual. He had been surprised when she preferred his company over the two young male teachers who’d begun sniffing around her on the first day.

Kim was polite and friendly, but her observant eyes noticed Rick watching her. Women are, by necessity, more aware of their surroundings. Even so, Rick had been subtle in his study of her. Her rich brown, chestnut hair and deep blue eyes had interested him just as much as her obvious enjoyment of showing off stellar legs.  

Rick quickly learned she preferred a straightforward approach over subtleties, but not in a physical sense.  Kim was a sapist just like him.  His teasing, jokes, and fast one-liners turned her attention to him.  The younger teachers didn’t get this or know how to respond.

She’d quickly told him her info: 32, single, loved the History channel.  Her full name was Kimiko, but she preferred Kim much to her mother’s unhappiness. It wasn’t surprising about the History channel since she taught Social Studies.  The poor girl was stuck teaching the state history classes to the ninth graders.  It was the penance for being new.  She’d have to put up with that for a couple of years before she got to teach anything more challenging or stimulating.  

This did mean they shared some of the same students since Rick taught 9th and 11th graders in his English class. This fact led her to begin wondering about him.

“How do I never hear you raising your voice in your classroom?” Kim asked him early on in the year.  “I know you can hear me.”

Rick had heard her, but it hadn’t been very often.  “I’ve been around longer?  Been doing this longer?” He suggested.

“No.  That’s not it.  I asked a couple of your students why it was true.” She gave him a side-eye.  They were standing next to each other in the hallway between classes.

“Oh?  What did they say?” He asked.

“They said you didn’t need to raise your voice.” Kim’s voice sounded surprised and a little awed.  “In fact, they’re more afraid of you when your voice gets very quiet and cold.”

“Guess I am a mean, cold, tyrannical SOB.” He joked.

“Maybe, but…I can see that your students love you, Mr. Jordan.” She refused to use his first name during school hours.

Rick shrugged.  “I do care about them.”

“I know, but this goes beyond what students usually feel for teachers.  They speak of you with…a reverence.” Kim’svoice softened.  “How do you do it?”

He shrugged again.  “I’m just me.”

Kim sounded frustrated. “I’m going to figure you out, Mr. Jordan, Sir.”

Hearing her use that term for him gave Rick’s heart and his cock a throb.  Had his face shown it, or was she just tuned in enough to notice?  

“I’ve heard you tell the students they can call you Mr. Jordan or Sir.  May I also call you sir, Sir?” She grinned at him.

“You may, but…it’s slightly different when you say it.” He warned her.

Her brows knit in curiosity.  “Why different?”

“You’re of legal age.”  He turned.  “But you will call me Sir from now on, correct?”

He’d let some of his dominant voice leak out.  

Kim blinked but nodded.  “Yes, Sir.”

Over the next two weeks, she’d begun her campaign of getting him to talk about his methodology.  Some of her questions began to show her suspicions about his dominant nature.  Their talks in the hallway hadn’t gone unnoticed by the students who were delighting in spreading rumors about them being a couple.

Rick had mentioned this to her.

“Yes, I’ve heard, Sir.” She called him that without thinking now.  It was comfortable for her in a way he could see surprised her.  Kim wasn’t a wallflower.  She couldn’t be and teach high school.  He’d seen her put more than one male student in his place with practiced ease and a clear verbal strength.  

“Does it bother you?” He asked.

“Why should it?” She side-eyed him with an impertinent grin.  “I’m flattered they’d think it.”

“You’re flattered?  I’m the one who should be.” He responded.

“Because you’re older than me?” She asked.

“That and how pretty you are compared to how old and wrinkly I am.” He chuckled.

“First, thank you, Sir.  That’s the first time you’ve called me pretty.  I was beginning to worry you’d never say something.  Second, age is a number with very little meaning to me.  The fact that they think a man like you would be interested in me is flattering to me.” She told him, then used his own device and returned to her classroom before he could respond.

At the next Staff Day, with no students and day-long meetings/trainings, Kim asked if he’d like lunch off campus. Rick agreed. They went to a nearby cafe.

“There’s a reason I wanted to talk to you away from the school and prying eyes or ears.” She began after they sat at a table with their Chinese buffet lunches.  

“Do tell.” He told her. 

She took a bite and chewed it a moment before swallowing it with some soda to wash it down.  “I need to know something rather personal, and I couldn’t ask it on campus.  You don’t owe me an answer, but I would like one, please?”

He silently nodded.

“First, are you a Dominant?  Please don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m asking, Sir.” She gave him a look.

It was his turn to chew slowly and swallow.  “Yes.” He answered.

She nodded.  “Thank you.  You’ve…practiced?” She wasn’t sure how to ask it.

“Have I Dommed a submissive before?  Yes.  I have and more than once.” He told her, then quickly added, “Are you a submissive, Kim?”

She blew out a slow breath.  “I had that coming, I suppose.  I’ve never been with a Dom and never said I was, but…I think I am, Sir.’  There was a change in how she said it now. “How do I find out?”

“There are…a few ways,” Rick answered.

“Will you test me, please, Sir?” She asked.

He blinked.  “I’m not sure what you’re asking.”

“I’m not sure either, Sir.” She shivered.  “It’s different calling you that now.  You can tell, can’t you?”

He nodded.  “Technically speaking, you shouldn’t call me that anymore unless you mean to recognize me as either a respected dominant or your dominant.”

“You know I respect you, Sir.  With or without the dominance, I’ve always respected you since that first day.  I’m used to attention, Sir, but you were flirting with my mind while the other two were trying to flirt with my body.  It’s very different.”

“Thank you.” He smiled.

“You’re very welcome.  I also need to ask something, and I hope you don’t get angry with me for doing so.” She paused, but he didn’t say anything.  “Have you ever Dommed a student?”

“In the sense you mean, no.  Have I used my aura of authority with a student?  Yes, definitely.  That’s part of why I never need to raise my voice,” Rick answered.

She looked him in the eyes for a moment.  “I’m sorry.  You had to know there are rumors.” 

“I know.” He did, too.  His unique relationship with several students over several years had caused a little stir.  It hadn’t helped when two Junior girls had chipped in together to buy a couch for his room.  It had been their birthday present to him.

“There’ve been some close calls, but no, I haven’t crossed that line.” He told her.

She nodded.  “I had to ask.”

“I understand.” He nodded back.

She grinned.  “For one thing, I needed to know how much competition I had.”

He laughed.

She shrugged.  “I’m serious.”  

He saw that she was serious.  “I’m almost twice your age.” He commented.

“So?” She asked.  “You’re almost as much a teenager as your students.  I know that.  They know that.  It’s one of the reasons they love you, and they do.  They love you.” Her eyes became soft.  “That’s what turned my head the most.  I’ve also heard your advice and the verbal reprimands for bad behaviors outside the classroom.”

He didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing.

“Look, I know you’re interested, too.  I know you’ve already sensed I may be…a submissive myself.  I’ve felt the little things you’ve told me to do or not do.  I’ve also felt the pleasure of having…obeyed those things.” Kim blushed a little.

Rick smiled.  “Thank you for telling me.”

She cocked her head.  “So it…” she sighed, “it arouses you when you’re obeyed?”

“Yes.  You?  When you obey?” He asked.

She looked down at the table but nodded.  “Yes, Sir.”

“Well, that’s a good sign then.” He offered.  

“That’s not a true test, though, is it?” She asked.

“It’s a sign, but not a true indication.” He agreed.

She nodded and frowned.  “I want to find out, please, Sir.  I…I have an idea.”

“I’m listening.” He leaned forward.

She responded by scooting closer to him.  “Tomorrow is Saturday, and I know a nice, very secluded spot up the canyon where we could picnic.  I’d want you…to test me there, please?” Her eyes looked up and into his eyes.  

He considered it and its meaning. “What exactly do you want me to test, Kim?”

“I’m not sure.  I want to find out…two things.  If I enjoy being Dommed sexually and…” she blushed, “and…I want you to spank me, Sir.” She whispered the one word.

His eyebrow arched.  “Really?”

Kim squirmed in her seat.  “Yesss….don’t tease me, please?  I know you’ve threatened it with a very few of your students who’ve bratted at you.  You know they did so to get that reaction, right?”

He laughed.  “I know.”

“You also know they’ve…reacted?” She asked.

“I was pretty sure.” He shrugged.

“Trust me.  They did.” She giggled.  “I’ve had…these…fantasies…for a while now and…so.” She motioned like that was all she needed to explain.

“Are you asking me on a date, Kim?” He asked.

“I am, Sir.  What say thee?” She teased him about his English classes.

This was how they ended up with her on the picnic table with her arms behind her back.  

Rick made her wait momentarily, then told her, “Off the table, stand straight.”

She frowned.  “Did I do something wrong, Sir?”

“No questions, just obey, understood?” He asked.

She sighed but nodded.  “Yes, Sir.”  She slid off the table and stood straight.

“Slip off your panties…the pretty white lace thong I just got to see.” He smiled.

Kim blushed.

“You picked it out special, didn’t you?” Rick asked her.

“Yes, Sir.” She nodded.  Her hands hesitated.

“Now.” He put full force into the one word.

Her hands flew into motion as she reached under her short hem on the red summer dress.  Wiggling in a delightfully sexy way, she began to work the thong past her hips and down her legs.

“When doing this, you will always turn and bend over at the waist as you take it down past your knees.  Understood?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir.” She pivoted and bent down slowly until the hem came up enough so he could see the bottom half of her now bare bottom.  

“Hold.” He told her.

She obeyed.

“Part your thighs a little.” He commanded.

A small whimper came from her as she, once again, obeyed him.  

“Why do I have you do this?” He asked.

“So…you can have a good view of my ass, Sir.” She answered.

“And?” He prompted.

“My…my pussy, Sir.” She said in a softer tone.

“How did it feel to take them off at my command?” He asked.

“Embarrassing, humiliating, and…very good, Sir.” She admitted.

“And making you take this position?” He asked.

“Mmm…” She purred.  “Very exposed and very seen…very naked.”

“And?” He wanted to see if she knew how to fill in this blank.

“And I enjoy obeying you and…opening myself at your command, Sir,” Kim told him.

“Step out of the thong, turn, stand, and give it to me. You will then go back onto the table as before, ” Rick told her.

“Yes, Sir.” She did as he instructed.

He waited until she was back on the table.  With deliberate slow motion, he pocketed her thong as she watched. 

“I’m not getting that back, am I?” She asked.

“Depends.” He shrugged.  “

“On what, Sir?” She asked as she blushed a little again.

“How well you beg for it back, of course, Silly.” Rick grinned.

“Of course, Sir, I was silly not to know that.” Kim grinned back at him.

“Arms behind you again and spread your thighs for me.” He commanded.

“Yes, Sir.” She whispered as she obeyed both commands.

“A submissive is not allowed to have modest, or at least mine aren’t.” He explained.  “Lift up your skirt in front.

Kim bit her lower lip but moved to obey him.  Slowly, she drew it up and completely exposed herself to him.

“Very nice…you keep it sculpted into a little strip?” He asked.

She nodded.

“Always use words, Kim,” Rick told her.

“Yes, Sir. I do.  I’d heard…older men like it this way.”  She gave him a soft smile.

“You mean you’ve made it this way for my sake?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir.” She nodded

With patience and slow movement, Rick approached her closely.  “Thank you, Kim.”

“You’re welcome, Sir.” She whispered.

“It’s a very pretty pussy.” He smiled into her eyes.  

Kim licked her lower lip now.  “Thank you, Sir?”

“That’s right.  You always thank me for compliments, no matter how embarrassing.” Rick nodded.

She nodded.  “Yes, Sir.”

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

She grinned wider.  “Surprisingly good for exposing myself to you, Sir.”

“Does it feel naughty?” He asked.

“Very.” She answered.

“Like a slut?” He tested the word.

Kim shivered slightly and made a soft moaning sound.  “Yes, Sir.  I feel like a slut.  Your slut, Sir.”

Rick nodded.  “That’s exactly right.  If you become my submissive then you will also become my slut.  You okay with that?”

She blushed a little but nodded.  “Yes, Sir.  It feels good, but only with you.”

He nodded.  “As is right.  Are you wet, my little slut?”

She made a soft mewling noise.  “Yes, Sir…want to…check?” She hesitated as she said it.

“Very much so.” He reached forward, and she watched his hand make its way between her thighs.  She wasn’t kidding.  Her pussy was hot and wet right now.

She began to close her eyes as she felt his index finger pet her short hair and all around her labia.  

“Eyes.  I always want to see your eyes when I play with you.” He told her.

Kim opened them with effort.  “Yes, Sir.” She murmured.

Rick now used his thumb to brush and continued to rub her clitoris.  

Her eyes narrowed as she moaned now.  “Ohhh. God, Sir.  You’re driving me crazy!”

“That’s the idea.  Now we begin the test.” He murmured.

“Test.  I’m going to do what is called edging.  You know of it?” He asked.

Her eyes widened.  “Yes, Sir.” She whimpered slightly.

“We’re going to see how well you obey and how you feel as you do so.” He explained further.

“Yes, Sir.” She nodded.

Rick did his best to stoke her fire up higher and higher over time.  “You will tell me the moment before you are about to orgasm.  I will stop then, and after a minute, I will restart it all over again.”

“Making me edge myself, Sir?” Kim asked.

He nodded with a wicked smile.

“That’s diabolical.” She murmured as her breathing became erratic.

“A submissive no longer has rights to her pussy except as she’s given permission she begged for.  No touching, no self-pleasure, and no orgasms without the consent from her Dom.

“Ohhh.” Her eyes flashed with understanding of the implications.

“Ever been edged or edged yourself?” Rick asked softly.

Kim shook her head quickly.  “No…No, Sir.  Mmm…I…I…tried to do it to….me…myself but…doesn’t….doesn’t…”

He took pity on her.  “Work when you’re doing it to yourself?”

She shot him a grateful look and nodded.

“Well, you’ll learn to as I train you in it.  You’re basically doing it to yourself now.” He shrugged.

Her eyes flashed with something between frustration and anger.  “Yesss, I’m…I’m very aware…of that….Sir.”  Sweat popped out on her forehead, her eyes narrowed to small slits but she kept them on him as commanded.

“Close?”  He knew the answer, but making the submissive say it made it worse and approach faster.

Kim moaned and nodded.

“Words.” He said with firmness.  “Or I stop.”

Her eyes begged him not to do that!  “Yes…close, Sir…verry close…veryyu oh please…”  She sobbed out one word.  “Stop.” It was an exhalation of air more than a sound.

Rick stopped, pulled away, then leaned down to blow softly on her very wet area.

Kim shivered before him.  “Ohhhh, Sir…noooo….” 

“MMmmhmm…I warned you I was a sadist, right?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir.” She quietly admitted.  

“You wanted to learn if you’re a masochist, right?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir,” Kim whined a little but nodded as well.

“So…does my denying you, torturing you, and blowing on your wet heat cause you distress?”  Rick asked.

“Oh, yes, Sir…very much so.” Kim pouted and then bit her lower lip.

“And does it also make you throb in more than one place?” He cocked his head.

She closed her eyes and briefly bowed, but nodded a little.  “Yes, Sir…it does.  God, yes, it does.” 

“We’ve just opened up a whole new world for you, Kim.” He told her.  “You must now beg me to edge you again, or I won’t touch you anymore today.”

“You didn’t…you…” She made a soft whining noise.

“This is what it is to be a Dom’s submissive, especially a sadistic one.  You are a sexual toy to be played with and…yes, tortured in physical and other ways.” He explained.  “Want to stop?”

She looked deeply into his eyes.  “And, ultimately, I don’t know when or if you will allow me to do what I wish or not, or just punish me because you can?”

“Or if you disobey a rule, I must follow through so you can trust my word.” He clarified.

A gleam came into her eyes then, and Rick could guess what she was thinking.  He waited to see if she was going to do it.  He bet himself that she would.

“I see, Sir.” She grinned.  “And I’m NOT to touch myself without permission from now on, Sir?”

Rick knew he was right, but he might as well get more out of this.  “Well, that depends.”

Kim frowned.  “On what?”

“Kimmy, do you wish to become my submissive?  This means obeying my rules, accepting my punishments, always begging, never asking, and several other things.  What say you?”  He crossed his arms.

She eyed his stance and face. “And if I am not your submissive, then I can do as I please?”

He nodded.

“Don’t you have to use words, Sir?” She asked.

He shook his head and grinned at her.

She growled softly.  “No fair.”

He nodded again.  To ratchet it up, he began to turn away from her.

“Yes, Sir, please, Sir.” She cried out.

“Please, what?” He didn’t turn around.

“Please…I…I beg you to accept me as your submissive and begin to train me to be the best I can be for you.  I…I will want you to want to keep me so that I can work hard at it.  I promise that, I do.” She sounded worried.

He turned with a smile.  “I know you’re promise is true, Kim, or I’d never have brought you out here.”

She beamed.  “Thank you, Sir.”

“Yes.  I know you’re a Good Girl that needs some training and guidance.” He drew closer.

Her face was flushed now.  “Thank you, Sir.  Is that it?  I’m yours now, Sir?”

“I still want to talk about “collaring you” and how real we want that to be, but, yes, you are…all of you.” He looked her up and down.

Kim’s eyes grew deep and dangerous.  With slow movements, she reached for the hem of her short dress and pulled it up and over her head to place it on the table.  Underneath, she was bare from the waist down but had a white lacy bra to match the thong.  

Without taking her eyes from him, she reached behind her, undid it, shrugged it off, and placed it on her rumpled dress.  “Here’s all that belongs to you, Sir.” She murmured.  

Rick knew this next part was crucial.  Coming right up to her, he slowly reached out and palmed her left breast.  Kim was a good C cup in size, so there was a lot to fill his palm.  Squeezing gently, at first, he thumbed her nipple.  “This is mine?”

She watched him.  “Yes, Sir.”

He reached up and palmed the other and thumbed it as well.  “And this?”

“Mmmmmhmmm, Sir.” She purred and felt her nipples harden into little stones beneath his thumbs.

“I think they like being owned by me.” He looked in mock surprise up at her.

She giggled.  “I can attest that the Girls are quite happy with their new owner.”

“Are you, little Kimmy?” He asked in a soft tone.  Letting go of her right breast, he reached up to hold her chin between her thumb and forefinger.  He pulled slightly.

She leaned quickly into his pull, and her lips parted.  “Yes, Sir…Soooo much so.”

He almost kissed her, but stopped.

Her eyes narrowed to slits again.  “Ohhh, please, I beg a kiss, a good kissing, Sir? Claim my mouth, claim all of me, pretty please, Sir?” She sounded desperate.

“I will.’  He kissed her, and she exploded against and around him.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, and her legs encircled him to pull his body into hers.  Her tongue was not very submissive until it met his, and then she backed off and let him lead the kiss now.

Rick enjoyed the feel of her hard, ripe body against his.  She was so lovely, so curvy, and so very, very sexy!  The little minx, he felt her hand snake down to between his legs and caress his erection.  She stopped, and her eyes widened.

“May I….” She began, sounding worried.

“Yes, you may, but do so again without permission, and you will be punished, ” he told her.

She nodded and went back to caressing him.  “Oh God, Sir.”

“No, just Rick.” He teased.

She giggled and let go to hold him tighter to her.

After a few heated moments, they parted. Her eyes were glazed a little, and his breathing was very ragged.

“Not bad for an old guy, Sir.” She teased.”

“Is it wise to irritate your sadistic Dom, Little Girl?” He warned her.

“Nope, it is not, Sir.” She grinned impishly.  Her hand now snaked down to between her thighs.  “Sir.  I am sorry to report…I am touching myself.”

“Ahh, I see.  Well, you know what happens now, right?” He asked as he let go of her and climbed up to sit next to her on the table.

She nodded with big, round eyes.  “I do, Sir.”

“I’m not going to go easy either.” He made sure she understood.

Her eyes searched his as she rose to go over his lap.  “I pray you never, ever, EVER do, Sir.  Don’t…don’t go easy…every…I want…HARD.” She giggled and slithered over his thighs.

Rick gave her a hearty spanking. Kim seemed a little surprised at what a real one felt like and how long it could be. He scolded her and taught her a few rules, like sending morning offerings to his phone every morning.

She nodded, crying, and then sobbing for a while. She blushed a deep scarlet when a young couple hiked by and laughed. “Has she been a brat?” the man asked.

“Definitely,” Rick answered.

“Yeah, I know the type.” He glanced at his significant other.

“Not here, please?” The girlfriend begged him.

“We’re here for a switching.” The man explained.

“Oh, poor thing.  First one, Little One?” He asked the woman while he only slowed his spanks of Kim’s bottom.

The girlfriend looked at him, keeping going, and her eyes widened.

“Answer the man, or I’ll let him watch.” Her boyfriend/dominant told her.

“Yes, Daddy.” She nodded.  “Yes, Sir.  I…I told a lie…for the third time, Sir.”

“Hmm…third?” He looked at the guy.

The guy nodded and looked unhappy.

“Mind a suggestion?” Rick offered.

“Not at all.” The guy shrugged.

“Soap…soap the mouth before the punishment, then administer a good spanking, paddling, whatever, while it’s still there and stinging their mouths.  I can almost guarantee it’ll stop repeats.” Rick told him.

“Hmm.” The guy rubbed his chin and looked down at his horrified girlfriend.  “I can see that.  Okay, we’ll gather up five switches instead of three and take them home.  Less embarrassing for you, but the soap is at home.” He grinned.

The girlfriend opened her mouth but shut it.  She opened it once more.  “Yes, Daddy.  I promise we’ll go find five good, supple ones, Daddy.”

“Thanks.” The guy called to Rick.

“Always happy to help a fellow Dom.” Rick nodded.  He resumed his previous speed.  “Hmm, perhaps a few lovely welt lines from a switch is what this bottom needs.”  He slowed.

Kim had gone limp and submitted totally to him.

He rubbed her bottom a little while as she calmed down more until her soft sounds were soft moans of pleasure as he kept getting closer and closer to her pussy now.

She arched her ass up and begged with her body.  Please, finger me, Sir?

“Words.” He murmured.

She moaned in protest and let out a huff.  “Please…please…finger fuck me, Sir?  Please?”

He began to stroke her labia, which was nearly dripping with her juices.  

“This mine?” He asked.

“Ohhhhhh yessssssss so much so yessss, Sir.” She purred and moaned as two of his fingers breached the entrance to her pussy and began to pump slowly.

“You understand you’ll need to beg permission to come WHEN it is starting to happen.  Come without permission, and we’ll collect eight switches. You’ll be teaching standing up for the rest of next week, and I’ll tease you to death about it.” He growled.

She whimpered but nodded.  “As you will, Sir.”

Rick knew it wouldn’t take long since they’d primed her pump earlier.  She began to beg soon, and he kept telling her no, which drove her higher in pitch and need.  He wanted to wait until he heard the beginning, just the beginning, of a sob. 

Ah, there it was!  He quickly then added his thumb in place of his fingers and torumented her clit with the fingers while his thumb became drenched.  After this, she’d know what that meant, but had no idea right now.

Switching positions again, he then rubbed a hot, wet, rim around her anus and felt her arch even higher as she squealed intently but not too loudly.  “OHhhhh!”

“Yes, Kimmy.  I’m going to fuck your pussy and your ass.  They’re mine to play with, right?” He asked as he began to push against her sphincter.

“Ooohhhh…ohhhhh GOD…oh GOD oh GOD oh GOD…YESSS!” She yelled now. “PLEASE, FUCK MY ASS AND PUSSY, SIR! PLEASE…..please… please…” She trailed off… “Let me come?” It was the plaintive pleading of a child who wanted the last cookie.

He thrust with each word.  “YOU….ARE…MINE.”

“YES!!” She cried out and writhed over his lap.

“Then you…It may come for me.  This is my orgasm, not yours…I’m allowing you also to enjoy it.” He told her.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou….” Kim turned into a prayer of gratitude as his thrusts and plunging did their job.  She arched, quivered, giggled, laughed, sobbed, and came undone beneath his touch.

Kim didn’t come fully back to him until they were in the car on the way home.

“Sir?” She asked, hesitantly.

“Yes, Little Kimmy.” He replied.

“Did…did you carry me?” She asked.

“I did.  You were so out of it.  You couldn’t walk.” He explained.

She giggled.  “My master fucked me until I couldn’t walk.”

“Dom, not master.” He corrected her.

“Oh yeah, you explained that,” She nodded.  

After two more miles, she spoke up once more.  “Have you ever had a slave, Sir?”

He shook his head.  “No.”

“Have you wanted to have one, Sir?” She asked.

Rick looked over at his newly, minted, spanked, and fucked submissive in the bloom of submission and returning from subspace.  He could hear her mind working.

“We can talk about it later when you’re…a little clearer.” He told her.

She slowly nodded.  “Thank you, Sir.”

He laughed.  “For what?”

“All of this…all of today….hey, we didn’t even have the picnic yet.” She told him.

“Well…I could take you to my place.  You can…feed me there and we’ll talk more about what comes next.  Would you like that?” He asked.

“Does it matter?” She asked without rancor or angst—just a question.

“To me, it matters a great deal.  If I ask if you like something, I want a yes or a no…if no, then explain the answer.  I want you to want me to do what I do to you, Kim.” He told her.

“Oh yeah, right.” She giggled.  “Sweet…and yes, please, will you take me to your place? Um..can I stay the weekend, too?” She asked.

“Ooo, that’s a lot to ask.” He said slowly.

“It is?  I’m sorry…it’s okay…it’s…” She stammered.

“I’m teasing.  Yes, I’d love to…have you all weekend.” He smiled.

She glowered at him.  Sighing, she shrugged.  “My luck to fall for a sadistic Dom.”

“My luck to collar and find love with a masochistic sex dream.” He shrugged.

“Oooo.” She whistled low.  “Thank you, Sir.  Now I want to show you some things I think I’m already pretty good at doing, if you’ll let me.” She eyed him expectantly.

“I’m sure we can come to some form of arrangement.”  He laughed.