“Why do you wear my collar, kitten?”
“Because you own me, sir.”
Wow.
That right there hits me right in the gut. How amazing would it be to be owned by someone that obviously cares about you? I can’t even imagine what that must feel like, but I realize I’d like to find out. I would like to know how it feels for someone to control my body, like Weston does Kendra. I would also like to know what it feels like to have someone like Weston.
Do I want someone to control me?
Do I want a Dominant?
“That’s right, kitten. I own every single inch of you. You’re mine.”
I shiver, hearing those words of ownership. It’s not degrading, like one would think. No, it’s endearing, and it’s powerful, seeing it for myself. I can feel it, rolling off in waves, as Kendra’s blue eyes hold Weston’s gaze. They understand each other on a level I’ll never understand, but I promise, I will find out. I want to experience this for myself with someone that’ll understand me, too.
I watch with wide eyes every single time Weston demands Kendra to do something he wants. Each and every time those demands leave his mouth, my body hums, as if he’s speaking to me, too. It’s hard to stay in my seat and be still. My pussy is wet and throbbing, and it’s starting to become too much. Especially, as Kendra lays on the side of the bed on her stomach, with her hands tied behind her back, as Weston spanks her. Her loud moans mixed with the smacks on her ass are like a beautiful symphony. It’s also hard not to think about me being the one in Kendra’s position, getting spanked. What would that burn feel like? Would I like it, or crave it even?
Just as I start to leave the room to get some air, I’m suddenly pushed back down in the chair. Jerking my head to the side, Sebastian stands beside me, holding onto my shoulder. I don’t know when he entered the room, but I find that I don’t care. I’m just glad he’s here.
Letting myself relax, I will my stomach to stop doing flips. I wish my racing heart would slow down, because I fear I might pass out. Between the thick sexual tensions in the room, combined with my arousal, it’s hard to focus for a moment.
Sebastian’s hand never moves, as he steps behind me. Feeling him at my ear, I sit up straighter, wondering what he’s doing. “Watch them.”
Jerking my head straight, I catch Weston spank Kendra hard, and the sound is deafening. She cries out, but it’s not in pain. The sound of her moans growing louder and hoarse, let me know she’s very much enjoying herself.
“Do you see the way her body craves his hands on her? Do you wish it were you, instead of Kendra? Do you want to be her, right now?” I slowly nod, but Sebastian isn’t happy with that.
With a pull of my hair, I know he wants me to answer him vocally. “Yes.”
“Address me properly, Trixie.”
Fuck. That voice. My core clenches, as wetness soaks through my panties. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” he praises, and I close my eyes, as a rush of pleasure rises throughout my entire body.
Now, I understand exactly what Weston meant.
As Weston caresses Kendra’s red ass, Sebastian traces his fingers across my upper back, and then to my neck. When he reaches the side of my neck, I tilt my head, giving him access to continue.
“Watch her, learn from her, and then maybe someday soon, you can find out what it means to be a submissive.”
My hands clench hard against the chair, as his words repeat in my mind. He doesn’t give me a chance to ask what he means by that. Instead, he touches me with a finger on my cheek, before leaving me completely. Knowing he’s leaving, I turn, watching him walk away.
I want to ask him to stay.
I want to beg him to touch me again.
I want to fall to my knees for him.
But I don’t.
I stay right where I am, turning back to the scene in front of me. I do exactly what Sebastian said. I watch, I learn, and I commit every single action Kendra does to memory, because I want to know what it’ll be like to be in her shoes.
I want to know what it’s like to be Sebastian’s submissive.
Standing in my small kitchen, I hold onto my cup of coffee with both hands. It warms me, and it’s not only from the outside. After last night at Sensuality, I didn’t get much sleep. I stayed just as Sebastian told me, and once I got home, I masturbated, thinking about everything I witnessed. I also don’t feel ashamed of anything I saw, or how I felt.
The conundrum is that I want to do it again.
Not only did I like it, but it actually made me feel something I haven’t felt before. In return, it made me curious to experience it for myself. Even replaying all those hot scenes, while I got off multiple times by myself, I realized it would never be enough. I need the real thing. I need more, so I went online last night and learned even more. I read article after article about what it means to be a Dom or submissive. I found blogs, pictures, and even videos about the life of BDSM. It was so fascinating that I stayed up all night, learning about everything I could.
Taking the last drink of coffee, I push myself off the counter. Glancing around my small apartment, I sigh, feeling as if I’m right back where I was, before being introduced to the BDSM lifestyle. It’s strange knowing I need that lifestyle now, but at the same time, it makes sense. For a long time, I’ve felt as if something has been missing. I’ve felt as if the hole in my chest is nothing more than
