Seven ~ Amber
So, this whole evening with Diamond wasn’t going at all as I’d imagined when I’d imagined it, and I’d imagined it a lot.
It wasn’t that I was a fledgling to the kink scene. I knew my puppy play world well and had assumed that Diamond was into way rougher things. Rumor had it, he was deep into the darkest parts of BDSM, but so far I’d seen nothing of that. Actually, the past hour had been kind of boring. He’d taken me to his place and made me shower. Then he’d given me a massage. That had been nice, super nice, actually. His big hands were incredibly tender yet firm, working all the knots out from between my shoulder blades. My skin still smelled of the heated oil he’d worked into every inch of skin I wore. There had been no touching of anything erogenous, which sucked and confused me even more.
Now, we were seated at his dining room table, me in a soft buttercup-colored fluffy robe that was obviously his as it hung to my ankles and the sleeves had to be rolled several times. He’d fixed us some tea, something herbal, and had sweetened it with honey as he fiddled around with some papers. I was growing antsy, and my knee started bouncing as the time ticked on.
“Are we going to do anything tonight?” I asked after downing my first cup of tea. His blue eyes lifted from his paperwork and I saw the Dom in his gaze.
“Yes, be a good pup and sit there quietly, I’m almost done.” He made me drink another cup of tea. By the time it was gone, I was ready to scream.
“Is this tea some sort of energy tea?”
“No, actually, it’s decaf. It should be helping you relax.” He laid the paper down to study me. God, he was so beautiful.
“Well it’s not helping. Can we head to the basement now?”
“No. Sit still. We have papers to go over.” With that he pushed a sheet of what looked like parchment to me. It wasn’t of course, but it was made to resemble something old and yellowed. I glanced at it quickly, read the header, and felt a rush of blood leave my head and rush to my dick. The printout had his name at the top, in some fancy calligraphy font. DIAMOND, it said. Below his name was a finely drawn polished diamond.
“This is a script. I do this with every person I interact with. You’re listed as pushy pup, lowercase P as you’re the sub.” Oh. Oh shit. Oh, shit, this was really happening. My lungs felt funny, tight, unable to pull in a deep breath. “As you can see, we’ve completed the twenty-minute intro. You’ve showered, been massaged, and had a calming tea. Next, you’ll get into the gear that I’ve chosen for you. Please read this through and if you’re unwilling to participate with anything I’ve outlined, we’ll negotiate or call off the session.”
“Okay.” I wet my lips and gave the short script a fast read over. It was so smooth and professional. Everything timed out into acts. This was far above my playtime antics with my clients. I got to the end of the intro section, my cock growing fat just thinking of putting on the gear that Diamond had picked for me. Just for me and me alone.
“Read the rules, Pup. I need to know you’re paying attention. I know you have a little ADD at times.” I blinked at him in surprise. “Someone I was close to in my first life was diagnosed with it when we were young.”
“That’s not a topic that’s open for discussion. Focus, Pup.” He tapped the script. My eyes dropped back to the paper.
IF YOU WANT A TIMEOUT PLEASE FEEL FREE TO ASK ME
IF YOU WANT WATER OR NEED TO USE THE BATHROOM LET ME KNOW
*SAFETY WORDS – YELLOW TO SLOW AND RED TO STOP*
** I WILL PRESENT COLLAR FOR SUBMISSION **
I had to pause to drink all this in, so I didn’t come all over myself from reading. Present collar for submission. My foot stopped tapping. I began to slide into my sub space where the skittering thoughts began to slow and ease.
“Pup, do you understand the rules?”
I glanced up, nodded, and held up my cup. “Can I have a little more?”
The smile that danced on his lips made me wiggle in my seat. He poured, I sipped and read.
ACT ONE- SCENE ONE – 30 MINUTES
~ ENTER ROOM
~ PRESENTED GEAR
~TAKEN TO SWING
~ TEASE AND DENIAL
~ORAL AND ANAL STIMULATION/ORGASM
~HOT BATH ~ NAP ~ SNACK
When I met his eyes again, I saw all kinds of wicked delights. I gulped down my tea as he waited for me to speak. My tongue felt fat.
“There’s only one act here.”
“It’s your first time. This can all be intense,” he explained as if I’d never played in this park before. “I’ve also made the session longer. Generally, each act is twenty minutes, but you’ll need time to—”
“And this will help you how?”
He drew back a bit as if shocked that I’d asked. “Being in control of you will help me. Amber, as you know this isn’t always about sexual gratification. As your Dom, my first concern is pleasing you, any pleasure I get is from watching you find your release. So, do you understand the rules and agree to them?”
“But what about you?”
“Pup, stop worrying about me. This will help, trust me. Now, pay attention. The rules. Do you agree?” I nodded. “Speak. This isn’t puppy play where you’re relegated to dog sounds. I like to hear my subs. Communication is important. So, use your words.” He gave me a smile that helped to ease the nerves charging up my brain.
“Yes, I understand the rules and the safe words. Yellow is slow, red to stop, and green means go, go, go!”
That made him chuckle. I adored that sound. I wanted to make him happy all the time, see him smile, hear him laugh at something dumb I’d said. He stood, reached over the table to brush some hair from my eye, and then motioned to the basement door.
“Go down the stairs, take off the robe and hang in on the hook. Then kneel at the bottom of the stairs, facing up, and stay there until I join you. Touch nothing. Look at nothing. Do you understand, Pup?”
“Yes, Sir.” I flew out of the chair and bolted to the door.
“Walk, don’t run.”
I slowed a bit, forcing myself to stroll along as if we were taking a fancy Sunday stroll through some old park in London. I’d been watching way too much Pride & Prejudice on BritBox. Hand quaking slightly, I turned the knob, amazed that it moved so freely. Every other time I’d been here, it had been locked tight. I threw a glance back at Diamond sitting at his big, dark dining room table. His brilliant blue eyes were molten. My knees felt funny. I twisted the knob, took a deep breath, found the light switch on the left, and slowly went down the stairs. My curiosity got the better of me, and I gave the massive room a quick glance.
It was not at all what I’d thought it would be. Or some of it wasn’t. The walls weren’t red or black, but a soft off-white with some cooling blue accents. There was no lingering smell of sex, either. The air was fresh, cool, dry, and lemony. I’d been sure things would be all bad porn set, but it was tasteful. In the corner was a round bed, the covers and pillows white and blue, surrounded by a circular cage. What would it like to be locked in there for him to visit and fuck as he wished? I pushed at my stiff dick and groaned.
My sight roamed over a silk screen print of a guy on his knees, a blue chaise lounge, a spanking bench with restraints, a dark blue block of wood about ten feet long that I assumed was for wet/wax play, a big St. Andrews cross painted a cool shade of sapphire, and a wardrobe that could have held the entire defensive line of the Colchester Colts. My mind raced trying to imagine what kind of toys, floggers, feather dusters, clamps, and dildos were stored inside. Beside the dark cherry wardrobe was his swing. A shiver ran over me. I longed to touch it, run my fingers over the chains and blue leather seat. My gaze touched on a small shower stall tucked away under the stairs. Then, I heard the floor creak over my head.
I ran to the stairs, peeled off my robe, hung it on the hooks along the wall, then fell to my knees, eyes lifted, as Sir had commanded. My dick was weeping already. I waited and waited, forever it seemed, until Diamond filled the doorway. His chest was bare, his face covered with a half-mask of black leather that matched his pants. He wasn’t wearing any shoes. In his hand was a cloth bag. My goodies. The things that he’d chosen for me. Only me. I could barely sit still, but I did, or did my best. He took one step at a time, slowly, each stair squeaking under his weight.
When he reached the bottom, he stood just a few inches from me. My head was tipped up, my gaze on him.
“Did you do as you were told?” His voice was thick with desire but icy cool.
“Did you look at anything?”
The lie was right there on the tip of my tongue. I held it back though, sensing that one of the things that Diamond would need from me was honesty.
“Yes, Sir. I looked at it all. I’m sorry, Sir. That was disrespectful of me to ignore your command. I’ll do better to control myself.”
“You’ll have to be punished.”
“Yes, Sir.” I lowered my head. That seemed to please him as he stroked my hair.
“Such a curious Pup. Your punishment won’t be severe, this time. Now, look at me.” I raised my chin and nearly drowned in those blue eyes of his. “These are for you. They’ve never been on another sub.” He opened the cloth bag and removed a plain black collar, a new half-mask like his but with a more feminine cut and pointed ears, and a butt plug with a bushy black foxy tail.
“Sir, they’re beautiful. Thank you. Can we use them now?”
He regarded me for a moment, then nodded. “We’ll use two of the three. The tail plug is being taken away because you were disobedient.”
I thought to beg but kept it to myself. “Yes, Sir, I understand. Perhaps next time?”
He rubbed the collar over my lips. I nearly came right then and there.