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I’d seen her at a few kink community functions.

She was hard to miss in her outfits that always showed lots of leg and a bounty of cleavage.  Her dark-hair pixie cut framed a face that looked nearly royal in its composition.  Rachel could easily have modeled for some of the marble statues of goddesses from Greek and Roman times.  

Of course, I found her attractive, but she had a rather significant caveat.  She was very much a Fem Dom.  It was all over her profile on FetLife and exuded from her pores.  She was kind about it to those who didn’t know, but she did not tolerate fools.  

She’d seen my looks and even preened for me on occasion.  It was sweet.  Still, I kept my eyes glued to her deep blues when we spoke and didn’t dip below.  I wasn’t going to be “one of those.”  She even gave me a “Basic Instinct” moment when she recrossed her legs slowly while she knew I was watching.  It was nice to learn she keeps a well-trimmed little strip around her labia.  Her eyes had flashed on mine to see what I would do.  I raised my drink to salute her, and she gave a slight nod.

Yes, she wore a leather collar with the requisite leash ring on it, but I was very positive it was just for show or to tease.  Where others walked, Rachel glided or even sashayed a bit.  I’d seen her with one or two of her male submissives and heard in classes some of her more wicked ideas for putting them in their place.

Knowing all this, having seen all this, I can now convey the level of shock when she sat next to me at one of the monthly kink socials.  My peripheral vision is quite good, and I inclined my head to her to say hello. What she said next threw me for a loop.

“Please, Sir?” She whispered.

I blinked.  I freely admit it.  Turning slowly, I looked into her eyes and saw an intense burning emotion in them.  It was one I never thought to see in hers: vulnerability and embarrassment.

“Say that again?” I made it into more of a request than a command, but the steel was still in my words.

Rachel gasped softly and glanced around quickly.  Her hand was shaking when she put it over mine very gently.  “Please…please, Sir?” Her voice made the kind of sound I’d heard from more than a few submissives.  She was pleading for my attention, my notice, and I turned to her.

“Go on, Rachel.” I now did command but made it light.  I’d never used her first name before.  Mistress R was her title and name to the rest of us.

Her hand squeezed mine, and her lips curled in a sweet grin.  “I like the sound of my name on your lips.” She purred. 

I smiled back.  “They like tasting it.  They never expected to do so.  Now, go on.”

She closed her eyes for a moment, nodded, swallowed, then looked at me once more.  “Please, Sir, will you whip my bottom?” She begged.  Her head tilt and the lack of any defensive barriers in her eyes told me she knew she was begging.

My mouth went dry.  “I…I’m confused.”

She nodded.  “I know, but I wanted to be direct and get your first, real reaction.  Sir, would you enjoy whipping my ass?”

“Yes, of course.” I didn’t even have to consider it.

Her smile widened to show her teeth.  A small sigh of relief came from her as her body relaxed a little.  “Thank God…or thank you, Sir.”

“This better not be some kind of joke,” I growled softly.

Her eyes widened in apprehension.  “No, no, I swear it. May I, please, give you context, Sir?” She asked.

My grin was more of a smirk now.  “Are you begging for permission, Rachel?”

Her eyes flashed quickly, but she bowed her head with a quick nod.  “I am, Sir.”

“You may.” I granted her request.  “Here?”

She looked up and around.  “Well, I would like somewhere a bit more private, please?” She was asking again.

Mistress R had a strong reputation to uphold.  I respected that even in light of this new development.  

“I saw some benches on a lovely terrace outside that window behind you.  Sit and wait for me.  Go now.” I told her.

Her eyes grew round as I treated her as I would one of my submissives.

“Yes, Sir.” She answered and obeyed me.

I watched her leave through the doorway to the balcony that held the terrace.  She never looked back once or hesitated.  She was doing as she was told.  This fact and the rush of it made it difficult for me to stand and not show my erection.  I schooled my mind back into place.  A Dom has to learn how to control such things if he plans on mixing in polite society.  

On my way out, I grabbed a barmaid and handed her some cash as I passed by.  She nodded and whisked away.

I stepped outside to see Rachel looking up into the night sky.  She’d picked one of the benches, the furthest from the doorway for better privacy.  I sat down next to her, and she leaned into me a little.  “Is this a good place, Sir?” She asked.

“It is.  Good girl.” I just automatically said it in response to a submissive asking for my approval.

Rachel giggled softly.  “Two words I never thought I’d get so wet to hear.”

“Or that I thought I’d say to you.  Please, explain?” I asked nicely.

Her eyes darted to mine.  “You don’t need to pull back into formal courtesy.  I established my place in this conversational dynamic.”

I chuffed out in a laugh.  “Talk.”

“Yes, Sir.” She sighed.

“Oh, wait…here comes our drinks.” I noticed the barmaid approaching and didn’t want Rachel to be more embarrassed than needed.

Rachel took her sparkling water with a lime wedge and gave me an amused, warm look.  I took my excellent Coke Zero with a cherry in it.

I popped the cherry in my mouth and grinned.  “I know it’s cliché, but I like them.”

Her hand came up to the stem in my hands.  “May I, please, Sir?” She asked.

I nodded and let her take it.

With a wicked smile, she put it in her mouth and kept her eyes on me as she made some slight movements in her mouth.  In less than five seconds, she reached up to pull it out, and it had been knotted.

I couldn’t help it.  I laughed loudly.  “God, I haven’t seen that trick since high school.”

She looked a little sheepish.  “I haven’t done it since then.” Her eyebrow arched.  “Although that’s a lot less time for me than you, I think.”

Rachel was easily over twenty-five years younger than I.

“Is it wise to piss off the sadist you just begged to whip your ass?” I asked with a little crack of the whip in my voice.

She shuddered.  “No, it’s not, but I don’t care…Sir.” She nodded once more to me. 

“Tell me why I shouldn’t pull you over my lap and spank you here and now?” I asked.

Rachel glanced at me and knew I wasn’t really joking.  “If you do, then…I won’t fight it.  God, Sir, I’ve already begged for a whipping.  You think a spanking is going to slow me down?”

“Drink slowly.  You have until you finish to explain to me what’s going on, and if I am not satisfied, then over this lap you will go and I won’t care who can hear it or comes out to watch.” I warned her.

She eyed me, then took a long pull on her drink until there was barely a swallow left.

“May I look at the stars while I speak, Sir?” She asked.

“You may,”  I responded.

“Thank you, Sir.” She nodded and turned to look up again.

After a moment, she sighed deeply.  “I’m tired, Sir.  I’m bone tired.  Tired of being the dominant one, in charge, and deciding punishments or funishments.  I’ve noticed…” She trailed off.

“Go on.” I prompted.

She blew out a breath.  “I’ve noticed my orgasms aren’t as rich or rewarding as they used to be.  I have some charming, very willing submissive males in my little harem, but nothing I had them do or did to them made anything better.”

Rachel began to take a si,p then thought better of it.  “Do your submissives know you better than you’d think?”

“They do.  For some, that can be very disconcerting.  I’ve always enjoyed it and run with it.” I answered.

“Yes, you would.  You’re a much different dominant than I am.  My subs have noticed something’s off and have tried very hard to please.  I even drew blood on one of them because he begged me to do it.  He thought it would help.  It didn’t.”  Rachel bowed her head.

“I have a confession to make, and I will understand if you add to my whipping, Sir.” She softly started.  “I…I used you without your permission to achieve a fucking, mindblowing orgasm last week.  Well…three of them in the past week.”

“And what was I doing in your fantasy?” I asked.

“Can’t you guess?” She looked at me and I knew.

“I was whipping your lovely ass.” I grinned.

She groaned and closed her eyes.  “Yes, damn it. Yes.  I fantasized a belt, strap, and single tail.  I visualized kneeling before you and…and…”

“Say it,” I commanded.

“And sucking your cock as you whipped me.  Tonight is not the first time I’ve called you Sir, Sir.” She whimpered a little, and I could see the blush in her cheeks thanks to the full moon.

“You want to find out if the reality matches the fantasy?” I asked.

She nodded.  “Yes, Sir.  I have very little doubt that it will and…surpass it even.”

I digested this a moment before asking, “I’m assuming you don’t wish this to be widely known?”

She shrugged.  “Well…no, but I’m not in a position to dictate those terms.  You are or you will be.” She sighed once more.  “Fuck it, Sir, the reason I come so hard is because I feel what it is like to give my complete submission to a Dom.”

“Oh.” I was awestruck once more.  “Well…why me?  There’s a lot of Doms closer to your age.”

She chuckled.  “Yes, there are, and don’t think I didn’t wonder about them, but there’s only one Dom for me, it seems. I know you want me.”

“Before this past week, did you want me?” I asked, thinking it was fair.

“In some fashion, yes.  I’ve enjoyed our fencing with words, looks, and jokes.  I don’t show my pussy to just anyone, thank you.” She gave me a mock glare.

“You’re the first and only to give me that classic move and view,” I admitted.

She turned to me.  “You’re kidding!  I was sure one of your submissives would have by now.  You train them within an inch of their lives.” She giggled.  “How many of them still keep in contact with you?”

I shrugged.  “A few.”

“Come now, Sir.  I know you have them scheduled.  You nearly always have a bedmate who’s collared, was trained by you, and is very willing to reconnect.”  She teased me.

“Been checking up on me?” I asked.

“I did my due diligence a long time ago.” She answered.

“Again then…why me?” I asked.

She opened her mouth, then stopped, and did it once more, only to stop again.

“You don’t have to answer.” I offered.

“I do.  We both know I do.” She sighed once more and began to place her hand on my thigh, but stopped.  “May I touch you, please, Sir?”

“You may,” I responded.

Her hand fell onto my thigh and squeezed gently.  “You’re old-school dominant.  You mean what you say, and you don’t say something you won’t do.  You’re a wicked sadist in both body, mind, and emotions.  You’re well known for how you can beat a girl’s ass to pieces and she’ll still end up giggling in your arms after some very kind, very patient aftercare.”

I began to speak, but she held up a palm.  “Please, Sir?  May I finish?”

“You may.” I nodded.

“I will want this to be a recurring thing between us.  It will take some figuring out, but I also trust you, your word, and your discretion.  You’ve never told a soul about the night you spent with a very well-known subby girl.”  She smiled.  “That was a story that could have cemented you into legendary status but you kept your word and her secret.”  Rachel shrugged.

“Then…how?”  I asked.

“There’s only one other soul who could have told me.  She is someone I confide in and she told me to assure me of your integrity.” Rachel answered.

“Recurring?” I asked.

She shrugged.  “If that pleases you, yes, Sir.”

“It does and…I can’t tell a soul?” I asked.

She shrugged once more.  “At first, I’d beg and do beg you to not tell anyone…except…your submissives.  They may know.  I’ll trust you to know who should.  I won’t have you keep this from them and jeopardize your relationships with them.”

I nodded.  “Thank you.  There are maybe three I would tell.”

She nodded.  

“Have you considered…” I hesitated.

“What if I like being on my knees more than I thought I would?  Yes, I have.  If it happens then it happens.  If it does then it will only happen with you.”  She answered.

“You’re willing to share?” I asked.  It was very well known I was polyamorous.

“I’ll have to, won’t I?” She shrugged.  “I already am.  Maybe that’s part of why you, too.  I don’t know.” 

“When do you wish to put this to the test?” I asked.

Her eyes flashed as she grinned.  “I’m flattered you are impatient for me.”

I shrugged.  “No lies, not agendas, full transparency.  Those three are not negotiable.” 

“I agree to all three.” She nodded.  “As for when, I will obey your wishes, of course, Sir.  I…have to…I want to.” Her voice shook on that last part.

I glanced around the terrace and we were alone.

“Give me a moment.” I stood up.

“Yes, Sir.” She bowed her head and waited.

I went back to the door and opened it to search for someone.  It didn’t take long.  I found Sam.

“Sam!” I called out.

He turned, smiled, and approached.  “What do you need, Jon?”

I told him quietly and his grin widened a lot.  “Of course, as the movie says, None Shall Pass!”

“Thanks, Sam.” I clapped him on the shoulders.

He blocked the doorway after I went back outside.

Rachel waited patiently but her eyes followed my every move.  “Was that Master Sam?”

“I nodded.  He’s going to make sure no one comes out here until I leave.” I explained.

Her face blushed once more but she nodded.  “As you wish, Sir.”

I took pity on her.  “He has no idea who it is out here with me.  I’ll dismiss him and walk off with him then you can take your time to come back in afterwards.  It should work.” I shrugged.

Her smile was genuine and warm.  “Thank you for your kindness, Sir.”

I sat back down on the bench and this time I mansplayed.  “Stand before me.” I told her.

She did and faced me.  Her feet fidgeted a little.

“Strip.  I want to see what you’re offering me.” I told her.

“Yes, Sir.”  She nodded and kicked off her heels, then unbuttoned her red silk blouse to show the pretty, lace bra under it.  Reaching behind her, she undid it and shrugged it off.  Her breasts were full and round.  I doubted I could close my hand around one.  

The tight skirt with the high slit was next to hit the ground.  As per usual, she had no panties or thong on.

“I don’t think this will be a problem but from now one, you must ask permission to wear a thong or panties.  Voice or text is fine.” I told her.

She grinned.  “Yes, Sir.”  She did a little turn around for me and wriggled her hips as she did so for the full affect.  

“Very good girl.”  I grinned.

“Thank you, Sir.” She shivered.  “I like pleasing you.”

“Good thing.” I reached down and undid my belt then slowly pulled it out of the straps.

Her eyes watched me with dreaded fascination.

“Down, little slut…do your part.” I told her.

“Mmmm…” Her eyes flashed and she licked her lips.  “Yes, Sir.”

She knelt gracefully and began to undo my slacks then tug them down and out of the way along with my boxers.  Her eyes widened slightly and she licked her lips once more.  “Oh, Sir.  I’m pleased that I please you.”

I chuckled.  “Little Cunt, you could get a rise out of a marble statue.  Less talk, more suck.” I admonished her.

“Yes, Sir.  I obey.” She began to take me into her mouth and slowly the worship started.  

I watched and felt her take it slowly and she was damned good at it, too. As I felt her lips slide down my shaft, I reached into her hair with my right hand to bunch it in my fist.  

She moaned as I pulled hard on her hair.  It was then I realized I hadn’t asked if she was a masochist, but she did ask for a whipping.  I hurled the belt back and let it land with a sharp crack on her lower back as the tip curled around her right buttock.

Rachel made the sweetest little cry of pain and moan of pleasure as I it hit.  My hardness stiffened even more.  I’d learned long ago that sex sprinkled with sadism really works for me!  

I whipped her back and forth.  Her mouth worked harder and faster as I did so but I could feel she wasn’t in a real hurry unless I commanded her to be.  I was in no hurry to enjoy the taming of a Fem Dom on my cock.  I let go and rained it down on her for several strokes.

Her soft sobs mixed in with her sucking and licking.

I held back.  “Good?” I asked.

Her head nodded in my hand.

“More?” I asked.  It was hard to find the right words right now, but I had a responsibility.

Her head nodded quickly and fervently.

“Mmm…good little bitch.  My bitch, right?” I asked as I whipped her a good stroke.

“MMMMhMMMM.” She moaned and pulled on me harder so I groaned.

“You…you finish me…when…when…” I was gasping for air.

She nodded and I knew she understood.  I only every wanted to have intelligent submissives who understood things easily.  I knew Rachel was brilliant.

After a couple more minutes, I felt her quicken her pace, and her teeth lightly grazed, which made me groan and growl.  I felt her naughty giggle against my cock as she continued her slight mistreatment of me.  I was not surprised she was a sadist, too.

Her hands rose my thighs and she buried her nails into my hips and what ass she could reach.  I hit her throat now over and over as she made soft gagging noises for me.  I tapped the back of her head to warn her.  She breathed out and I pulled her all the way down on me as I came.

I did a crisscross whipping pattern on her ass, as I peaked.  She sucked it all down with big gulps and purred.  “FUCK!” I cried out as I was spent and fell back on the bench’s back to recover.

Rachel was a very good girl and licked, kissed, and cleaned me up clean as a whistle.  Her lips and tongue were gentle and reverent.

“Mmmmthank you for…my whipping, Sir.” She purred wetly.

“My pleasure… a vibrant pleasure.” I murmured.

Her laugh was soft but deep.  “I’m glad, Sir.  Very glad.  You find me pleasing enough to keep this going?”

I peeked one eye open to see her smirking at me.  The Kitty who had licked up the cream just looked at me with amusement.  “Yes.  I’ll expect a text from you before you go to bed.  And one every night and every morning.”

“You require sexting, Sir?” She asked.

“Require? No.  Encourage, yes.” I smiled.  “With your subs doesn’t count.”

She pouted but giggled.  “Fair enough.”

“We’ll negotiate the finer details through text, email, or however you’d like and be comfortable with that doesn’t compromise your reputation.”  I told her.

She arched an eyebrow.  “Or your reputation.  A known dom sniffing around a Fem Dom?  They might say you’ve turned into a Switch.”

I shrugged.  “I’ll know and that’s all that matters.  I’ll let my smirks and knowing looks speak for themselves.”

“You’d let them think you were submitting rather than tell them the truth?” She asked.

I eyed her.  “Are you questioning my integrity?”

She blanched as her face went white.  “Oh…no, no, no, Sir.  I was just being surprised is all.  I promise.”

“Turn and let me see my handiwork.” I commanded.

She obeyed.

Yes, she’d feel a few of the welts for a couple of days.  “Good.”  I stood up and redid myself.  “Up on the bench.”

She blinked.  “What?”

My hand went to her hair and began to tug.

“Yes, Sir.  Sorry, Sir.” She moved faster now.

“Now you’ll start bouncing on that sore ass on the stone while I have a little more fun.”  I knelt before her.

Her eyes widened so much I had to laugh.  “Not a word.  Sounds are okay.  Words for begging purposes, okay.”

She nodded and began to bounce and grimace.

I used my tongue in her dripping wet pussy to begin to tease her until she began to beg to come.  I told her no several times until she was sobbing with the need.  I relented, and she nearly took out my hair as she grabbed on during her orgasm.

I did it to her again from scratch.  She knew the drill and waited until I could hear tears in her pleading.  She came even more loudly.

“Another one,” I told her.

“No…no..please, Sir…I…I won’t be able to walk.” She complained.

“Not my problem.” I worked her once more, and she was gasping and panting as she cried and begged.

I went very deep on her this time with my tongue.  Her thighs wrapped around my head, and she growled as she came.  

I stood and looked down at her.  She was a little puddle of wet flesh and a gasping mouth.  Her lips were thoroughly bruised, and I could see the twin hickies I’d placed on her upper, inner thighs.

“Mine?” I softly asked.

Her eyes came up to mine, and she melted a little further.  “Yours…soooo yours.”

“Good.  Come in when you are ready.” I smiled and leaned down to kiss her gently on the mouth.

She kissed me back and sighed.  “Might…be a while….can’t really…walk.”

“Good.” I laughed.  “Don’t forget your texts.”

“No, Sir.  I won’t.” She smiled and gave me a sweet little finger wave.

And thus began one of my most treasured dynamics.  I owned a Fem Dom as my submissive.