Ch. 02. Mary Discovers Limits

2. Mary discovers limits

It had been a week since Mary had began to discover control in her relationship with Dan. That week had led her to learn more about herself and how she might be with him.

The first day had been so intense and for the next few days she could do little else but think about everything that had taken place between them. Curiously, Dan had not raised the subject since. Mary thought he was waiting for her to make the next move. She was grateful for his understanding. Clearly, he wanted her to make an active choice if she was going to submit to him again, and she was glad he appeared to be letting her set the pace, for now at least.

That day had changed her in subtle ways and she could not deny that. She felt herself softening towards him in curious ways. She knew he was aware of these changes, yet he said nothing about it.

Every morning since that day she had dressed with him around. She felt his hungry gaze on her at every stage. He just looked at her intently, saying nothing, but still communicating.

Mary felt a desire to dress for him. The clothes she picked were not slutty, but they were all picked with him in mind. They were more feminine, as if she knew that was what he wished from her. She wanted to give him what he desired, she knew that. She had only worn skirts and dresses since that day. It just seemed the right thing to do. Mary understood that her thinking about their relationship was changing, and with it her own sense of self.

Mary sought out Dan's opinions on matters too, more often than she had done before. She was not doing everything he said, nor was he imposing his will on her. Yet she felt him guiding her. It was not manipulative. She just felt the need for his support and approval. She wanted to give part of herself freely to him and for him to accept it.

She had spent a lot of time thinking over what had taken place between them on that day. She had liked it, no loved it, there was no denying it. She knew that he did too. It was extremely sexual: liberating and intense at the same time; but the sex was just part of her feelings towards the roles they adopted.

From Dan's perspective, he too felt the changes. He felt a protective warmth towards Mary at all times, mixed with lusty thoughts. He still felt moved by her release to him and he craved for more. He felt closer to her than ever. However, he knew that he had to be patient. He had to wait for Mary to be ready. Yes, he would guide; yes, he would suggest; but ultimately, Mary had to choose that way of life. It could not last otherwise.

Today was a work day and, as had become usual, Mary showered and then got dressed in front of Dan. He lay back in their bed watching her silently, his eyes doing all the talking for him. She knew what he wanted, and she realised that morning that she wanted it too. She was not quite ready to vocalise her unconscious thoughts quite yet. She was feeling in a playful mood.

She picked out a tight pencil skirt that stopped just above her knees. She added a white blouse, which she could open just enough to draw the eyes, showing her bra underneath. The effect was on the sexy side of classy. She knew he was watching, so she slowly bent over in front of him to pull on her stockings, the type that could hold up without a suspender belt.

"Do you have a big day at work today?" he asked.

Mary jumped a little, feeling foolish at that. She was so engaged in her performance that she was not expecting him to speak.

"Yes, Dan." she replied, swiftly, without thinking.

She felt a frisson. Did she mean to use the code? The first day she had submitted to him, he told her to use his name at all times, as a mark of respect. She did not think she had reverted to this deliberately, but she had said it none the less. She felt herself breathing a little faster, a blush reaching her cheeks.

He was studying her reaction carefully. Yet his manner did not change.

"What's going to be different today?"

"I don't know, Dan, you tell me." She had used his name twice now. It was no accident. If she had unconsciously done it once, she could not deny the second time.

He nodded. He knew.

"It's only the second time, so I need to hear it from you. Perhaps later we can establish some permanent rules, but not quite yet."

Again, she felt a slight jolt at hearing that, but she instinctively knew what he meant.

"Dan, I want you to control me again. I've thought of little else since the other day, and I want it again. That's why I'm using your name, out of respect."

She was wet again, aching for what she thought was to come. It was a shame she had to go to work today, she thought.

She was feeling playful.

"I'll be a good girl this time," she whispered. "Now I know the rules, I won't make any mistakes."

He smiled. "I'm glad to hear it," he said. Since you'll be at work today, we'll have to introduce a few more directions for you.

"The first is that if I contact you, I'll expect a response within a minute. Proper respect means being ready for me when I want you.

"Of course, you can talk to other people today, you have to do your job. But I'm top of your list. Not your colleagues. Not your boss. Understood?"

She lowered her eyes. "Yes Dan."

He continued. "I've seen what you are wearing. Of course I approve. But I'm still going to need my trophy, like last time."

Her pulse quickened.

"Now, Dan?" she asked.

"You chose that outfit so you could remove your panties easily, didn't you? You knew what you were doing. You knew I would notice and you knew what I would want."

She did not say a word. Instead, she hitched up her skirt, above the top of her stockings, reaching underneath to pull down her panties. She had to wiggle her hips sightly to allow the tiny garment to drop to the floor. She pulled down the skirt to its former position, smoothing it into place.

He held out his hand and she bent over to pick up the discarded panties, handing them immediately to him.

"Thank you," he said. "I'll have to wear a jacket again," he continued with a slight smirk.

She knew what that meant. He would display the panties as an open trophy like a handkerchief in the top pocket.

"That skirt is pretty tight," he remarked, "do you think your colleagues might notice you're not wearing any underwear?"

"I hope not, Dan!" she exclaimed, a flush of embarrassment reaching her face. She had worked hard to gain respect in her career.

"And what would they think if they did notice?"

"Dan, they shouldn't be looking, should they?"

He laughed. "Believe me, they will be looking. If they notice you're not wearing panties, what will they think?"

"Dan, I suppose they'll think I'm a bit slutty."

"So we both know you've removed your panties and given them to me. So what does that make you?"

She looked at him levelly. "That makes me your slut, Dan."

"How does that make you feel?"

She sighed. "Wetter than you can imagine."

He smiled again. "That makes me happy. Perhaps we can use that later."

She smiled playfully. "All I want is for you to be happy, Dan."

Dan began messaging Mary throughout the day, just checking in from time to time. Mary had left her phone close by her on the desk, so it was not a problem to reply quickly when she received his messages. She did notice a few looks from her colleague as she appeared to be using her phone for personal reasons more often than usual. Mary made a quick excuse about an emergency at home that Dan had to deal with, and this seemed to mollify her colleague.

Mary had a team meeting at 2pm. Just as she entered the meeting room, she received another message from Dan.

"Show me what's mine", it read.

Oh crap, she thought. Does he know I'm supposed to be in a meeting right now?

"What do you mean Dan?" She quickly replied, using her phone under the table.

"You know what I want to see," came the quick reply.

Her mind was racing. "I'm in a meeting, Dan," she wrote. "Can it wait for a while?"

"Who's in control here?" came the swift response. "You have 1 minute."

She knew she had no choice. She quickly rose to her feet, mumbling an excuse to the room. She hurried to the bathroom and locked herself in a cubicle.

She quickly hitched up her skirt again and positioned her phone between her legs capturing a photo of her bare pussy." She sent the photo.

A new message popped up on the screen. "See, that wasn't so difficult. You have made me very pleased. And hard."

Another message came through. "I want you to play with yourself, like last time. Send me evidence. Do not make yourself cum. That's my job."

She wanted to please him, so she got to work rubbing gently up and down between her plump labia, moving around in circles to increase the intensity. She sent him a video, which lasted about 30 seconds.

He replied. "Good girl. You can get back to work now. I want another video like that one at 4pm."

She quickly composed herself and put her clothes back in order. Nothing looked any different when she checked herself in the mirror, although she felt a little flushed. She could feel her wetness as she returned to the meeting. No one seemed to really notice anything when she re-entered the room.

She carried on working but it was difficult to concentrate knowing she had another deadline to meet.

She returned to the bathroom at around 3.45pm and went into a spare cubicle.

She started recording a video on her phone and dutifully pulled up her skirt to reveal her nakedness underneath. She spent around 2 minutes rubbing herself for him, being careful not to make any noise when other people came into the bathroom. She was still turned on, but also felt slightly humiliated when she had to do that in such a weird place. The experience left her feeling a little out of sorts. Afterwards, she sent him a message with the video at 3.59pm.

The reply he sent was "Good girl." Mary had to admit she felt a small amount of pride to receive his praise, however it came about.

On the way home, Dan messaged Mary to tell her that he had booked them a table at a restaurant. He was not specific, so when she got home before him, she messaged him back.

"Thanks for your message Dan," she wrote, "but where are we going tonight? I need to know what to wear."

He took a few minutes to reply.

"How long ago did I message you?"

Her heart sank. "20 minutes, Dan," she wrote.

"You didn't reply in the time I expected. You were doing well until that point."

"I'm sorry Dan," she replied. "I was driving. It wasn't safe to message at that time."

"That doesn't matter. You made me a commitment. Wasn't that important?"

She again felt slightly irked. "Dan, that isn't fair!" she wrote. "Surely, I shouldn't be expected to text while driving!?"

"You can stop the car, can't you? You either commit to my instructions, or not. You did beg for my control this morning, but now you want to make the rules?"

She felt a bit sorry at her behaviour. He was right. She wanted desperately to please him and she had agreed to do what he said that day.

"Dan, I'm sorry. What can I do to make it better?

"Do you have a punishment in mind...?"

She wouldn't mind if it went the way of last time.

"I'll decide later, depending on how you behave," came true terse reply.

Mary still felt a bit aggrieved. She had done what he wanted at every stage, including things that were a bit awkward. He had said that she was a good girl, so she told herself that he was reacting in an unfair way.

By the time she arrived home, she had composed herself. She remembered her commitment to reply on time, but she still felt it was a little harsh to hold her to account for something that was not fully in her control.

Dan was not home yet. She started to get ready. She showered and started to get dressed. She chose different lingerie with a pushup bra and a tiny thong. She chose a tight, figure-hugging, short dress. It was dark green, with clingy fabric. It covered her upper body, but stopped halfway up her thighs.

She looked in the mirror. She knew her liked that dress. She hoped it would not be inappropriate for where they were going.

She prepared her makeup and hair, and waited for him to return.

When he came home, Dan was pleasant with Mary, asking about her day. She told him frankly about it, including the inconvenience of having to abide by her instructions at certain points. He nodded thoughtfully.

"We'll have to set some ground rules." he said. "If we're going to make this work for the long term, we'll have to agree on fair rules and open communication from both sides. I also have a responsibility to you, to guide and to be fair. I'm sorry that I didn't understand why you couldn't reply." She felt warm and fuzzy that he understood so quickly. She felt playful again.

"Dan, what do you think of my outfit?" she asked.

He smiled at her hungrily. "We both know what you were doing when you chose that outfit," he said. "Of course, that makes me happy."

"I just want to make you proud of me, Dan," she said.

Dan went upstairs to shower and get ready for their evening. Again, he dressed in smart clothes, with a jacket. He looked at his watch, and said "Time to go."

As they reached the door, he turned to Mary with his hand outstretched. She looked at him quizzically.

"You know what I want," he said, pointing to his jacket top pocket.

She looked down, demurely.

"But, Dan, this dress is quite short. And tight."

"You knew that when you dressed, didn't you?" He waited.

She did know. She reached under her dress again, pulling down her tiny thong, wiggling her hips to release the garment. It dropped to the floor and she bent over to pick it up.

"Good girl," he growled.

She handed the panties to him, and as before he placed them on display in his top pocket. To a casual observer, the thong was a handkerchief.

Mary again felt sure that this time everyone must see that she was not wearing panties. She had to admit that she was beginning to become used to the sexual play it invoked in her.

He walked her to the car, opening the door so she could sit elegantly.

"Dan, where are we going tonight?"

"The same place as last week," he told her.

Mary looked out of the window. She felt a rush of emotions. She was again a little peeved that he would take her back there so soon, especially after the display they had made in front of the waitress. What a bitch, she thought. I'll show her if she's there.

They arrived and were shown to their table by an attractive waiter. It was the same table as their last visit. Mary had a sneaking suspicion that Dan had asked to be seated at the same table, but she could not be sure.

She sat in her chair very carefully, making sure that her short dress covered her nakedness, keeping her legs tightly together so she did not expose herself.

When she was sure that she was as decent as could be expected, Mary looked around the restaurant carefully. She was slightly relieved to find that the flirty waitress was not working that evening. Nevertheless, the emotions she had felt in the car were not dissipating. She was feeling rebellious.

The handsome waiter returned to their table. Dan ordered some drinks for then both. The waiter accepted the order without even asking Mary.

The waiter was about to depart but Dan stopped him, giving their food order. Mary was irritated. Is it always going to be like this? Don't I get any consideration?

Yes, he ordered what she would have chosen - he knew what she liked. But, it would be nice to be asked, she thought.

The waiter was again about to leave. Mary leaned into her rebellious thoughts. She called him back, changing the order Dan had made. The waiter acquiesced, looking briefly towards Dan for approval. Dan ignored the waiter. He was gazing intently at Mary, his eyes flashing with anger. Awkwardly, the waiter left the table.

Dan said nothing. He looked at her expectantly.

Her heart sank. She felt a little afraid, realising her mistake. The situation felt more serious than she had intended or expected.

She did not know what to do to make things better. She had to do something to defuse the tension.

He did not allow allow her the time for that.

"What do you think you did wrong?" He looked very stern. Mary was flustered.

"Dan, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just felt annoyed momentarily. I know I shouldn't have done it. I'll be good from now on." She was stammering, she knew.

"I want to hear it from you. We had an agreement and you have made a serious transgression."

She felt like tears might come. She had to compose herself.

She rose from her seat abruptly, dashing from the table towards the bathroom.

"Mary!" he called after her, warning in his voice.

She could not stop now. She fled, passing the waiter as he brought their drinks.

She reached the bathroom, and spent 5 minutes composing herself. When she was calm, she took a deep breath to restore her equilibrium. She realised that her makeup was slightly messed up, so she set about restoring it. Going through her routine helped her to regain her poise.

The door opened behind her. It was Dan.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

She nodded, abashed.

He walked over to her, and put his strong arms around her. She melted into him with a whimper. After a while he said, "We're leaving."

"What?" She hesitated. "What about dinner?"

"You made a scene, and you've been in here for ages," he told her. "I cancelled the food and I've paid the bill."

He took her hand and led her out into the main restaurant. Mary felt the eyes of the room on her at they left.

"What did you tell them?" she asked quietly.

"Nothing. What goes on between us is none of their business," he said.

He put her in the car.

When they were seated, he turned to her. "Mary, you have forgotten yourself this evening. Not just that performance with him, but also since then. I know you are better than that, but we need to have a serious discussion. There have to be limits.

She was aghast. "What do you mean?" she asked quietly.

"What do you mean, Dan," he said.

She had forgotten everything she had agreed in her irritation. She realised that.

She looked at him. "Dan, I am sorry," she said, simply.

"I know you are," he replied, "but as I said, there have to be limits."

"Will I be punished, Dan?"

"Not how you might think. But I have to set you an example. Do you understand?"

She did not really understand, but she knew she had disappointed him, and she wanted more than anything to make it right.

"Dan, I'll do whatever you want," she said. Her lips parted involuntarily, and she started to spread her legs in an attempt to entice him.

He shook his head.

"No, not here," he said.

He paused. "Do you know your biggest mistake?"

She was abashed. "Dan, I spoke to another man in the restaurant."

He nodded. "Yes, that was part of it. You went against my instructions."

He looked at her sternly. "But more importantly, you lost control of yourself. You allowed frustration to guide your actions. I should be guiding you, not your temper. If you get angry you won't make the right decisions. That led to something serious because you contradicted me. I can't accept that, so there have to be consequences.

"Do you understand?"

She held back tears. "Yes, Dan," she answered.

They drove home in silence. Mary felt a concern within her. She was desperate to be forgiven.

They arrived home, still without a word. As they entered the house, Dan closed the door behind them. Mary stood, watching him, waiting for instructions.

"On your knees," he said. She obeyed, immediately, keeping eye contact.

"Wait there," he told her.

He walked behind her, opening the cupboard in the hallway, which contained their coats and shoes. Mary wondered what he was doing.

"Put your arms behind your back," he instructed. Again, she complied.

She could hear his belt slipping from his trousers. She felt a momentary concern because she was expecting some sort of chastisement, based on their earlier conversation.

Dan made the curious double loop with his belt, like he had done the previous weekend. He passed the loops over her wrists and pulled, tightening the binds. Mary tested the binds by attempting to pull apart her wrists. She was amazed how easily he could restrain her. Her breathing was faster now and she could feel her wetness building.

She started to talk. "Dan, I'm ready to do..."

He interrupted her. "Be quiet," he said. "I'm going to give you an example of what to expect when you disobey me."

Mary was extremely concerned, but she immediately stopped talking. She did not want to make things worse.

He reached over the top of her head, passing a silk scarf in front of her eyes. He tied it over her eyes, fixing it securely in place.

Mary was confused by what was happening. She was expecting a punishment, but so far this was not as she had thought. They had experimented with blindfolds previously, but not quite like this.

He pulled her to her feet by raising her arms from behind her. She stood in the hallway, fully clothed, yet vulnerable to his control. Again, she wondered at her compliance and how swiftly her situation had changed. She wanted to speak, but remembered his warning.

He led her to another room, silently. She was not entirely sure of the location until he pushed her shoulders over the dining room table. She was now bent over from the waist, at the end of the table, so that her breasts rested against the tabletop. Her arms were still behind her, tied with his belt.

His hands moved to her left ankle, moving it to her left. He then quickly attached something around her ankle. Mary could not be sure because she could not see, but she thought it must be some sort of bungee cord. He must have wrapped it around her ankle and the sturdy wooden leg of the table. The result was her leg was immobilised. Mary could move her left ankle, but the cord resisted her strength so that her foot was secured in position. Moving against the restraint was made more difficult due to the fact that she was still wearing high heels.

He reached to her right ankle. Involuntarily, she tensed slightly. However, she was unable to seriously resist. He tied another bungee cord to that ankle, again wrapping it around the other table leg.

Mary was now completely under Dan's control. Effectively, she was unable to move. Yes, she could have stood upright, but she would have been at risk of falling backwards, and if that happened she was not sure she would be able to get up again. The result was that it was safer to remain in position bent over at the waist.

He reached between her legs from behind. He had easy access as the position meant that Mary's dress was riding up on her thighs, just underneath her bare backside. He started to rub between her labia slowly, causing her instantly to start to moan with desire. She realised that because of the way he had secured her legs so widely, she would be powerless to stop him from entering her as he pleased. Not that she would have wanted to stop him.

Abruptly, he stopped. He left the room silently. The only sound was her panting. She was disoriented and frustrated.

She waited for what seemed like a long time. She could not hear him and it was driving her crazy. How long was he going to leave her like this?

Eventually she heard him move back into the room. She knew he was there, just waiting. He had commanded her to remain quiet so she just waited. She was mildly freaked out, but there was nothing she could do.

He spoke: "You know, as a punishment I left the blinds open to the room. If any of the neighbours happened to look through the window right now, they'd definitely see your predicament."

Her mind was ablaze with panic. He wouldn't! Surely, he wouldn't? How would she ever face them?

She heard him move on top of the table. It was very confusing to her. The table creaked with his weight.

He shuffled forward on top of the table, towards her. Now she understood, as he pressed his engorged cock towards her mouth. She was surprised but compliant, so immediately she opened her mouth to take him in.

"Slow and wet. Let's give them a proper show," he growled.

She complied, her mouth being as warm and inviting as she knew she could. Her tongue worked around his glans as softly as possible.

"Wetter," he commanded.

As she slobbered over his cock he grunted and moaned. The noises he made left her feeling delighted; yet it was humiliating to know that a line of drool was running down her chin from the excess saliva as she worked his member. There was nothing she could do to wipe it away and she desperately wanted to know if anyone was watching her.

She could hear his breathing becoming shorter. He pushed his cock further into her mouth. She was shocked. He had never done that before. She felt it pushing deeper into her throat than it had ever been. She was gagging on it as she was not used to having it in so deep. She tried to pull back, but he held on to the back of her head, guiding her firmly back into place. She was uncomfortable, but she kept going.

This continued for some time. When she felt he was ready to explode he would pull back instructing her to softly lick it. Then he would thrust deeper into her mouth again. He repeated this until inevitablely he orgasmed, spurting his sticky, hot load. As he came, he pulled back slightly, so that it splashed across her mouth, and the rest of her face. She could feel the stickiness in her hair, on her nose and even through the scarf. She was amazed. He had never acted like this before. Yes, she had swallowed his load many times before, but but like this. It was not exactly rough, but it certainly left her feeling used and degraded.

He pulled away from her and climbed down from the table, without a further word. She was left, tied to the table, prone in position, with cum slowly dripping from her face into a pool before her.

He left her there for a while, alone with her thoughts, which were turbulent.

He returned. "I think that's enough consequences for one evening," he said.

He released the belt binding her arms. Slowly, she pulled her hands around to her front, so that she could support her weight. She was unsure whether this was allowed, but Dan did not correct her actions.

She found herself reaching up to touch the cum on her face. Almost without thinking, she scraped what she could into her mouth, cleaning it off her face. Of course, the sticky residue stayed behind, drying on her face.

"Good girl," he said, "you shouldn't waste it." She felt a surprising pride hearing his praise.

He was hard again. She could feel it pressing against her backside.

"Please, Dan. Fuck me," she moaned. "I have been good. I'll be better." She started to rock her arse rhythmically backwards and forwards, side to side.

He stood in position, his member hard and pointing towards her slick pussy. She knew it was open, ready for him. She just had to find the tip so that she could get it in. With some trial and error she found it, sliding herself onto his cock. She gasped with triumph as she pushed her firm butt so that he was in all the way as deeply as possible. She began to work herself backwards and forwards, clutching the sides of the table for leverage, as he stayed in place, pushing forward slightly.

She was so ready and she let him know it as her cries became louder. She was clenching from within as she attempted to force him to cum. He was not ready though as he had orgasmed previously. He knew he could go on for longer than her.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum!" she yelled.

"No, no," he ordered, "not until I'm ready."

"Oh, Dan, I can't," she pleaded. "Please, I'm ready."

He pulled back so that he could control the thrusting, slowing the pace before pushing deeply. He kept her desperately on edge, crying and whimpering, desperate for release. Eventually, he was ready and he whispered for her to take over. She did, screaming and shaking all over, as the intensity of the orgasm took over her body.

He untied her ankles and she removed the scarf, which served as a blindfold. She blinked open her eyes, and was surprised to see that the blinds to the windows were closed.

"Dan, you didn't leave the blinds open."

"No."

"Why did you say you did?"

"Because you have to understand there are consequences if you disrespect me. I had to teach you a lesson, but this time I was kind because we have not set clear rules. Next time I won't be so lenient."

She nodded. "Thank you, Dan. I'll do more to prove I'm worthy."

He looked at her kindly. "Mary, you already make me proud. Tomorrow we can talk about setting some proper, permanent rules. Does that sound good?"

Her heart skipped a beat

"Yes, Dan," she agreed.