Give Her Enough Rope Pt. 09

As she guided her car expertly through the early rush hour traffic, she couldn't help reflecting that today -- and last night -- had been most satisfying. A small smile played on her lips when she thought about how she and Jake had spent the evening, after she had submitted a critical high-priority report for work that had taken several days of super-focused effort.

Submitted. Her smile grew at her use of the word. She was getting good at submitting. And Jake was such a good teacher. He encouraged her, even pushed her a bit when needed. She glanced at her face in the rear-view mirror. Someone at work today had commented that she seemed 'different'. When she'd asked in what way, her colleague paused a moment, then said, "Happier. And more relaxed. New man in your life?"

She'd simply nodded and smiled. Was it that obvious? She supposed her heightened feelings couldn't help but show in some way. She was just happy that all of this extracurricular play wasn't manifesting as circles under her eyes. Because she definitely wasn't getting enough sleep these days.

Her smile slowly faded as she reflected on the past month. Was Jake really the new man in her life? In some ways, he was ever-present. If they weren't together, he would often give her some task to do, or something that kept her thinking about his domination. Something to remind her that she was his -- his what? Possession? Plaything?

This morning, for example, he had beckoned her to him as she was getting dressed. Over her panties, he'd tied a rope around her waist, looped it between her legs, fitted it there, and then tied a large knot in the loop. That knot nestled on top of her clit, and every time she stood up or sat down, every time she walked more than a few steps, she felt it.

It wasn't the first time he'd done it, but each time she settled a little more readily into that place where she felt... well, owned. She frowned slightly. That word sounded so stark compared to what she really felt: cared for, looked after, valued.

Absently, she reached one hand down between her legs and rubbed that knot. It reminded her of how Jake had used his knuckle to press it against her after tying it. She'd stood between his legs as he sat on her bed, his eyes lazily watching her face as he teased her. Laughing at her sudden intake of breath. Then his hands were on her shoulders, pressing her down, making it clear to her that he wanted her mouth on him.

God, she loved when he did that. Especially when he held her wrists on his spread thighs and didn't let her use them. She had to use her lips and tongue to seek out and tease those sensitive places. Until he became impatient, thrusting his cock in her mouth....

She was drifting. Traffic slowed in front of her and she wrenched herself from her daydream, both hands back on the steering wheel and her foot on the brake. Thinking about Jake was entirely too distracting. And wasn't she a bit old for this? She should be over the whole "I'm crushing on a guy" thing.

For possibly the hundredth time she wondered where this was all headed. And then cursed herself for wondering. She should just enjoy the ride, wherever it led. This was what she had wanted for so many years, wasn't it? Never dreaming it could really happen?

She knew herself, though. She knew -- despite her attempts to deny it -- that she was becoming very attached to Jake. And the more time they spent together, the more she became sure that it wasn't just a reaction to this new dynamic. That was part of it, certainly, but damn it, she also liked Jake for who he was.

She shook her head in frustration. She wasn't normally so shy about making her feelings known. But this relationship was different. Even though Jake said he wanted honesty, did he really want to hear her feelings about this? Was she allowed to express them without permission?

She realized she wasn't being fair. Jake would listen if she wanted to talk about it. But talking would change things. A part of her sensed that Jake had some walls of his own that he didn't want breached. Although they had experienced moments of dizzying closeness when they were in scene or 'playing' as he liked to call it, he didn't always reveal his own inner feelings. Was that a dom thing... or a Jake thing?

Her exit was approaching. She applied the mental brakes to her racing thoughts and used her hands-free to let Jake know she was close. Tonight they were going to shop for something for her to wear to Edge's Halloween party, then have dinner. They'd be spending a lot of time together this coming weekend. Perhaps she'd be able to pick up some clue as to where this was going.

When she pulled into her parking spot, she checked her phone. Jake had replied to her message. Her mouth opened in surprise at his instructions, though she thought wryly that she should be used to them by now. She was to strip to her bra and panties after she entered her condo, leaving the teasing crotch rope on. Then he wanted her to place a chair in the entryway and lean over it, legs spread, ass facing the door. Which was to be left ajar for him.

Her cheeks pinked up nicely at the excited, anxious feeling that raced through her. All thoughts of anything other than what might happen after Jake walked through the door were forgotten.

She readied herself, then held her position for a good ten minutes while awaiting his entrance. Just when she was wondering if she had time to stand up and stretch, she heard the door open with a small creak. She didn't dare look; she just hoped it was him and not some nosy neighbor. Then the door closed, and she heard footfalls. Jake's footfalls. She breathed a sigh of relief and anticipation.

His large, warm hands squeezed her ass cheeks, moved down to stroke between her legs. "What a beautiful sight you are, spread out like this. And so obviously ready for me."

"Sir," she managed to say as he untied the rope and removed it, then pulled her panties halfway down her thighs, "Don't we... need to get going?"

His voice sounded amused as he undid his fly, "This should only take a few minutes, pet. Unless you'd rather wait?"

She groaned, and he laughed. "I thought not." She was so wet from being teased all day that his cock slid into her pussy easily, like a knife through butter. It only took a few strokes before she was gripping the chair seat with both hands, the pleasure she felt threatening to overtake her too quickly. Being taken this way by him, the smell of her own arousal, the sound of his hard thrusts against her ass -- all of it combined explosively until she was begging without thought.

"Sir... please.... Oh god, please... I'm going to... I can't. I... ahhh... please may I come, Sir?" By the time the words were out of her mouth, stopping wasn't an option.

Luckily, he anticipated her. He thrust into her hard, then stayed inside her, growling, "Come, little bird. Come for me."

As if she had any other choice. Her pussy clenched on his cock repeatedly until he muttered a curse under his breath and began thrusting again, rapidly. A moment later she felt him come inside her with a long groan.

Neither of them moved for several moments. Then he leaned over and kissed her flushed nape. She giggled.

"What's so funny?" His voice tickled her ear.

"I like your way of saying hello, Sir. And," she giggled again, tried to repress it, "I'm so glad you could... come."

That earned her a hard pinch on her ass before he slung an arm around her and brought her to her feet, her back against his chest. He snorted. "You should be glad that you were allowed to come. What would've happened if I had said no?"

She turned herself around, looked into his eyes -- relieved to see that they were dancing with good humor -- and said demurely, "I suppose you'd be punishing me now instead of cuddling me."

"I'm spoiling you. I'll have to work on that." He held her for another moment, then released her and looked at his watch. "We'd better get moving."

She huffed out a breath. "Sir, I need a moment to... to recuperate. And get dressed." She looked up at him. "Any instructions?"

Considering the way he normally loved to exercise his control at every opportunity, he was remarkably detached. He just waved a hand at her and said, "No instructions other than don't take long. Oh... and no need to put the rope back on."

She was relieved to hear it. Before he could change his mind, she scooted into the bedroom. A few minutes later she was back, wearing the black knit skirt he seemed to like, a soft teal blue sweater, and black suede slouchy boots. He bestowed a warm smile -- whether for her speed or her choices -- and guided her to the door.

She had wondered where he planned to take her shopping. She wasn't too surprised when he headed further downtown to an area known for its alternative vibe. There were lots of artisan and specialty shops where you could find everything from LGBTQ+ bookstores to leather shops and fetish wear. Several clubs, including Edge, were located nearby.

It was an area she'd only been to once, when she'd met a friend for lunch in one of the many cafes that dotted the street. All she remembered was the good food and good people watching. Now she had eyes only for Jake, fascinated that he seemed to feel just as comfortable here as in his own more conservative neighborhood.

As usual, he draped an arm around her waist, guiding her steps and keeping her close. They walked a couple of blocks in the sunset glow, then he steered her to a shop with only a single, deep display window. In it was an exquisite Halloween tableau featuring a BDSM scene that was staged to perfection. She pressed her nose against the glass, engrossed, her mind cataloging all the tiny details, from the leather hood worn by the submissive to the masterful dominant, posed with his whip raised. The staging was so clever -- she could see hints of Frankenstein in the way the girl was spread out and restrained with metal bands on a medical table. And hints of Dracula in the way the dom stared hungrily at the drips of blood where his whip had lashed her.

She shivered. It was beautiful, but very dark. Was this what the Edge party would be like?

Jake let her look her fill, then he pressed a buzzer by the door, which resembled the portal to a medieval dungeon. After a few seconds the door unlatched automatically and Jake opened it, ushering her inside.

A tall woman wearing a beautiful lace corset and thigh-high boots hurried toward them and hugged Jake. "It's so good to see you, Jake," she said in a low, rich voice. "I can't tell you how excited I was to get your call." She turned to his companion, obviously waiting for an introduction. "I'm sure we can find something for your 'little bird'. I'm looking forward to helping you outfit her."

Jake kept his arm around her waist reassuringly even as he drew her forward and introduced her. "This is my new submissive, Evalyn. She prefers to be called Evie. And Evie, this is Mistress Vega, the owner of this erotic dream of a store."

The woman smiled at Evie and gave Jake's arm a little punch. "Your flattery will not get you a larger discount, my friend. I already give you a very good 'friends and family' price."

Jake laughed. Clearly these two knew each other well. Evie's eyes went from one to the other, looking for clues as to how she should behave. The fact that Jake introduced the store owner as 'Mistress' made her think that simply holding out her hand and saying 'Hi' wouldn't be well received.

A moment later she was stunned to realize that a response from her wasn't required. Jake and Mistress Vega continued to talk without any input or participation from her at all.

Jake wasted no time. "Thanks for giving us your help. I've left it until the last minute, but I need something for Evie to wear to Edge for the party on Saturday evening. Did you listen to the message I left?"

The tall woman nodded, her eyes still assessing Jake's companion. "Of course. And as usual, your imagination knows no bounds. I'm not sure that I can fully realize your vision, given the short notice, but we can make a good stab at it." She paused a moment, her eyes going back to Jake. "You must have remembered that piece I showed in the BDSM fashion show a couple of months ago. And yes, I still have it. Exquisite, but too expensive for most."

Jake smiled, "That's good news. Although I'm sure it will cost me a pretty penny."

Evie wanted to speak up. She couldn't let Jake buy something that was obviously very expensive for her, just for one night. But his hand tightened around her waist as if warning her to stay quiet.

Mistress Vega smiled, "Well... only because it's you, Jake, I'm willing to let you borrow it for the evening. I know it will attract attention. As long as you share my name liberally. And of course, if there's any damage...."

Jake grinned, "Very generous of you. But let's see how it looks on her before making any decisions." They both turned to stare at Evie as if she were a mannequin or a doll to be dressed for their pleasure. She should have felt vaguely offended. Instead, she felt a surge of arousal at the thought. Her reaction confused her and made her feel even more awkward.

The proprietor led them toward the back of the narrow store, where there was a spotlit dais with a three-way mirror. A row of comfortable-looking chairs was set in front of it.

As they followed her, Jake pulled Evie close. He must have sensed her discomfort, because he gave her a squeeze and whispered, "You're doing fine. Don't be nervous. The mistress won't eat you... not without my permission, anyway."

Fuck... was he trying to rile her up even more? She was fairly certain that he was. She shot him a spirited look, even as she felt herself blushing. Little did she know things were about to become even more intense.

Jake sank down into one of the chairs, but motioned Evie to remain standing. When his voice reached her ears, his words took her by surprise. "Undress, Evie. Let Mistress Vega take your measurements."

She couldn't hide the trembling of her hands as she pulled her sweater over her head. She had to remind herself that she'd been brave enough to sink to her knees and give Jake a blowjob in his hardware store. Brave enough to bare most of herself at Edge for him. But this seemed different, somehow. Even though the other places had been public, she and Jake had been in a sort of bubble together. Now there was another person involved.

Casting a quick glance at the other woman, she shimmied out of her skirt, then placed her clothes in the chair beside Jake's. He nodded at her approvingly, letting her know it was okay to keep her bra and panties on.

"Good girl. Up on the platform now." He folded his arms, clearly enjoying himself.

She went up the small step and approached the center of the dais where Mistress Vega was waiting with a tape measure. Her hands were quick and impersonal, measuring Evie's body in various places and jotting down her findings. Evie stood in a daze while the conversation continued without her.

"She's got nice proportions. Slim, but not skinny. She's got the tits and hips you like. Is she a rope bunny?"

Jake grinned. "She's very new to all this. Let's just say that we met because she was looking to learn how to tie herself up."

The woman laughed. In her boots and close up, she was intimidating. She was nearly as tall as Jake, and she looked to be about the same age. "Sounds perfect for you. I'm sure you're having fun with her training."

She made considering noises as she stood back and evaluated Evie again, measurements in hand. "Good. Very good. I've pulled a few things to go with the piece you wanted. They complete the outfit. You'll need to buy the accoutrements, though... I'm not loaning you those."

'I expected that. No problem... if I like it on her. Can you help her get dressed?"

Evie saw the mistress side of Vega when the woman's eyes passed over her in a different way. She heard that low, melodic voice say, "Certainly. May I touch your little bird?"

Jake made a gesture indicating she had his approval. Evie was shocked when the woman's hand immediately went between her legs, petting her there for a moment before she gave a throaty laugh. "Oh, this one is sweet, Jake. Well mannered, yes, but she's enjoying our attention."

Jake nodded as if she was only confirming his thoughts. Then he turned his attention to his sub. "Thank the Mistress for her compliment, pet."

She cleared her throat. It felt like she hadn't said anything in ages. "Th-thank you, Mistress."

The woman chucked her under the chin as one would do to a child. "Let's get you dressed for your Master." Fastening her eyes on Jake, she said, "Go look around the store for a bit. I'll let you know when she's ready for you."

Jake nodded and got to his feet, sauntering toward the front of the store. While Evie's attention remained on him, Mistress Vega quickly unhooked her bra, then chuckled as Evie lifted her arms to cover her breasts.

"None of that, now. Stand up straight. First, we have to fit the corset." She walked to a rack pushed against the back wall and plucked two items from it. Holding one, then the other, against Evie's torso, she made a quick choice and fitted the second one around her, then stepped behind to begin lacing it. It was a cumbersome process. Everything had to be tightened more than once. By the end, Evie felt as if she could barely breathe. But when she looked in the mirror, she was entranced at how the garment molded her body, making her look even curvier.

The Mistress straightened and walked in front of her. "There. How does that feel?"

Evie looked at her, perplexed. She smiled. "You may speak when I ask a question."

"It's... tight, but not unbearable. Mistress." She added the last word quickly, and the woman nodded.

"Good. That's how it should feel. You'll learn how to breathe in it." She smacked one hand against Evie's ribcage, making her gasp. "Don't forget to breathe. Too many girls get carried away and faint."

Evie nodded and replied politely, "I'll remember that, thank you." But the mistress had stopped paying attention. She was rummaging for something else on her rack. In a moment, she handed Evie something. "Here, put this thong on while I adjust the harness to your measurements."

Evie looked at the piece of fabric in her hand. To call it a thong was a disservice. It was clearly hand decorated. The material looked like a feather print in shades of black and gray. But it had been embellished with real feathers and black crystals. She'd never seen anything so fancy. She was beginning to feel a bit like a Vegas showgirl. Mindful of keeping things sanitary, she slipped the thong on over her pale pink panties.

Then her mind played back that last phrase. Adjust the harness? What the hell did Jake and this woman have in mind for her?

She didn't have to wait long to find out.

Mistress Vega had gone through a door into the back. She re-emerged carrying something that looked like a large, feathered boa. No... it was even larger. A feathered cape?

Mounting the step, the woman stood at Evie's back. "Raise your arms. No, straight out to the side, girl." She fitted some straps over and around Evie's shoulders, fastening buckles that seemed linked to the corset. More buckles were fastened in back and then a strap with yet another buckle wrapped Evie's waist.

After all the adjustments were made, the woman let go of whatever she'd been holding, and Evie felt a weight on her back. She turned her head to look in the mirror and gasped. She was wearing wings! Not angel wings, but beautiful, feathered bird wings in soft muted grays. She'd never seen anything like them. They folded close to her body, just like a bird's wings would. Suddenly she got it; she knew what Jake intended. She was to go as his 'little bird' to the party. Her heart leaped; she loved the idea.

While she admired herself, Mistress Vega continued adorning her. She fastened feathered cuffs that matched the wings on Evie's wrists, and a feathered choker around her neck. Then she gave a low whistle, summoning Jake back.

Evie watched his face carefully as he approached, was pleased to see it light up at the sight of her. He turned his smile on the mistress and complimented her. "You've outdone yourself. I wasn't sure this would be possible. And it works on her, don't you think?"

They both gazed at Evie, who shifted slightly where she stood. The weight of the wings kept her back slightly arched, thrusting her breasts out even more than the corset had. She tried to imagine herself walking into Edge dressed like this. Everyone would be looking at her. She fervently hoped that she wouldn't be the only submissive dressed so ostentatiously.

Mistress Vega gave a brief nod. "Yes, she carries it off. And she's still fully... accessible. I wanted you to see her like this first, before I put on the hood."

Jake handed her something he'd picked up. A pair of soft gray suede thigh-high boots. "I thought these might look nice with the outfit," he said, "If you have them in her size?"

She exclaimed, "Ah, yes. I'd forgotten those boots. They're perfect. If you like them, I could even sew a feather badge at the thigh of each one. I still have a bit of the trim left. I'll go and check." She glanced at Evie. "You look like a size 7.5 or 8?"

Evie nodded, said hesitantly, "An 8 in boots, usually." She looked at Jake, again feeling rather like an object or a toy.

The mistress bustled off, speaking to Jake over her shoulder. "Why don't you fit the hood on her? You know how to do it."

Jake lifted something from the top of the rack and stepped in front of Evie. For a moment, he simply let his eyes travel over her, from her almost-but-not-quite exposed nipples to her nipped in waist, to the feathered thong. His eyes then lifted slowly and lingered a moment on the choker at her neck. He gave her a slow smile. "Do you like it, little bird?"

She nodded, her mouth dry. "Sir, it's beautiful. But it's too much...."

He put a finger on her lips and said, "This is a major event, and I want my submissive to reflect well on me. No arguing."

She kept quiet for the moment, but she planned to bring it up again later, when she'd found her footing again. For the moment, she felt out of her depth with Jake and Mistress Vega.

Jake held up the object in his hands. It was a hood, but not like anything she'd seen before. Instead of being leather or latex, it was a soft, dark gray material, trimmed with feathers that matched the wings. The feathers rose to form a small crest at the top. The front had been stiffened with some kind of papier maché or cardboard and cunningly painted. Its eye holes had movable blinders, and the place where it was molded to fit over the nose had been made to resemble a small beak. It would leave the mouth and lower part of her face bare.

She exclaimed with delight, her fingers itching to examine it closer. "Please, Sir, may I look at it?"

He shook his head, smiling. "I want to see it on you. Be still and close your eyes."

She did as he commanded, felt him fit the fabric carefully over her head until it was in place. Then he tipped up her chin and gave her a kiss. "You may open your eyes now."

She did, quickly turning to face the mirrors. It was so beautiful and... exotic. Maybe too exotic for her. The girl who would wear a costume like this one would be far sexier, more confident, and more adventurous than she was. She turned back to face Jake, worry in her eyes. "You don't think it's... too much?"

His eyes heated. "I think it's perfect. Perfect for you, my little bird. It's not the costume of a hawk, or any other fierce raptor. Do you know what bird it resembles?"

She looked into the mirror again, amazed at her transformation. Even after studying the hood and the wings, she wasn't sure what bird she was supposed to be. Jake took her wrists and drew her closer to him. He smiled and said, "It's the costume of a little bird. My little bird." His smile grew until it became a grin. "It's a tufted titmouse."

She exploded into helpless giggles. "You're making that up."

"I'm completely serious, pet." He got out his phone and typed into it, then a moment later showed her an image of a small, grayish bird with a definite crest. She could see the similarity. She giggled again. Oh dear, he would think she was being rude. She sneaked a glance at him and saw he was still grinning. Thank goodness they seemed to share the same sense of humor.

His hand reached up to trace around the edge of the corset, then dipped below it, teasing her nipple, cocking an eyebrow at her as if daring her to protest. Before she could even think of doing so, Mistress Vega returned with a large shoebox and a handful of feathers. Jake stepped away and let the proprietor see her finished creation.

The mistress nodded. "Yes, very nice. You've got a clever mind to think of it, Jake. Here, let's get the boots on her."

Oh, Evie loved the boots. Perfection. But she nearly passed out when she saw the price tag. She'd have a stern conversation with Jake afterwards. He should at least let her pay for those. She knew she'd wear them over and over....

Meanwhile, Mistress Vega was artfully arranging the feathers over the top edge of the corset, having already unbuckled and carefully removed the wings. "I'll tack these on here... and make a little badge for the boots, as I mentioned. You can pick up the entire outfit on Saturday. Before noon, please. I'm planning to close early. I need time to get myself ready for the party as well."

Jake nodded and said, "Good; I was going to ask if you were planning to go. After -- " He stopped speaking suddenly and looked awkwardly toward the floor. It was one of the few times Evie had seen him at a loss for words. But his friend finished the sentence brusquely. "After Jonathan left, you weren't sure? Yes, well. Life does go on."

She cleared her throat, switched gears. "You'll need some kind of short black skirt for the girl to wear until you're inside. And... did you mention wanting to shop for some other things as well?"

Jake looked at his watch. "Can you just pull a couple of skirts for her to try quickly?" He stopped to look at Evie sternly. "Short. Stretchy."

The mistress's laugh was low and melodic. She said, "I get it. Give me just a moment." She'd probably heard it all before if most of her customers were doms. Or subs.

When she hustled away toward the front of the store, Jake stepped closer to Evie and removed the hood. She blinked up at him as he murmured, "Now. Where was I?" He tugged the corset down and her breasts were revealed, nipples already hard from rubbing against the stiff fabric. He ran his thumbs over them appreciatively while she bit her lip, then said, "Hadn't I better be getting out of this corset, Sir?"

"Hmmm, not a bad idea. Let me untie you." He stepped behind and she felt his fingers unhooking hooks and loosening ties. His hands were deft, given their size. She supposed it was all the practice with rope. Suddenly she could breathe freely again. Although there was something about the restriction of the tight garment that she had enjoyed.

Jake pulled her back against him, his hands once again finding her breasts, squeezing them until she moaned quietly, a bit nervous about being overheard. She'd forgotten how well he could read her.

"Oh no, you don't, my pet," he muttered against her ear. "You're not to worry about anyone else but me. Specifically, pleasing me." He squeezed her breasts again, harder. "I want to hear you moan for me. Let me know how you love what I'm doing to you right now."

She closed her eyes, leaning her head back onto his chest. It was surprisingly easy for her to abandon herself to the pleasure of his hands and his voice in her ear. "Mistress Vega seemed to think you were very wet. Will I find that to be true?" His hands skimmed down her body, under the thong and her panties beneath. She could almost feel his smile at what he found. Her moans became a little louder as he teased a finger around her clit, which was still sensitive from the knotted rope she'd worn all day.

Only gradually did she become aware that the store owner had returned with an armful of clothing and was quietly observing them. When Mistress Vega realized she'd caught Evie's attention, she said, "Please, continue. I enjoy watching a well-trained sub." But Evie stiffened, nervous. The moment had lost its magic for her. Jake didn't force it, letting her go and taking the clothing that the mistress had brought for his perusal.

He picked three from her offerings and held them out to Evie. "Try these," he said peremptorily. She was quick, and in truth, the skirts didn't take long to put on or take off. As Jake requested, they were short and very form-fitting. He selected a black one and one in a stretch denim, adding them to the pile of items that comprised her outfit for the party.

There was nothing so crass as a reckoning of the cost or a proffered credit card in this store. Jake merely told her to put everything on his account and promised to return to pick up everything on Saturday morning. Meanwhile, Evie put on her own clothes again, feeling a bit like Cinderella after the ball. Then Jake and Mistress Vega exchanged another warm hug before they left.

Jake had made a reservation for dinner at a nearby restaurant, so they left the car where it was and walked the block and a half. The sun had set, and the wind felt brisk. She remained mostly silent, still feeling the strange spell of the place, and how she'd been put in her place by Jake and Mistress Vega.

After they were seated, Jake smiled at her. "You look like you're about to burst from curiosity. Ask me all your questions, pet."

She wanted to ask about the Halloween party, but first she wanted to know more about the woman she'd just met. "Is Mistress Vega a... domme?" she asked.

Jake nodded. "Domme, mistress... whatever title you want to apply. And she's an old friend of mine. Both of us came into the scene around the same time."

Evie nodded, treading carefully. "And... the person she mentioned, Jonathan. He was her submissive?"

Jake's look turned serious. "Yes. For many years. But as you gathered, they're no longer together." She waited, but he said nothing more. Clearly he felt it wasn't his story to tell. Or maybe he felt she wasn't close enough yet to share it with her. The thought depressed her a little. But she brightened when she realized that he had at least introduced her to a member of what she assumed was his inner circle of friends.

"I wasn't sure how to address her. Do I need to address any dom... or domme... as Sir and Mistress?"

He smiled warmly at her earnest face. "You did very well. You pay close attention to things, little bird. You observe, and you think before you act. I'm proud of you."

She leaned back, warmed by his praise, as he continued. "In general, you can take your cue from how I introduce you to that person. Use whatever honorific I use. If I don't introduce you -- and if I don't give them permission to address you -- they shouldn't talk to you, and you shouldn't address them. Of course, all of this only applies in private settings. Or in a club, like Edge."

Edge. That brought her mind squarely back to the party. Their server brought the bottle of red wine Jake had chosen and uncorked it, pouring them both a glass. Then they perused the menu. Because the food was so unusual, Jake asked what appealed to her. She selected the tagine chicken and couscous and he ordered for her, getting the lamb skewers for himself.

Finally she could ask her most pressing questions. "So, about this party...." she began, and he laughed. "Wait a minute. Before you pepper me with questions, let me tell you what I think are the most important things for you to know. Then, if I miss something, you can ask me to fill in the gaps."

She nodded and took a sip of wine, waiting for him to speak.

"You know, I'm sure, that Halloween is a popular holiday in the BDSM world," he started. "Most clubs have a major party and Edge is no different. It's sort of a 'must show up' event, which means it will be packed." His lips twisted into a wry smile. "It's not ideal for the kind of play I enjoy. That needs a bit of space. So we'll probably do more socializing than actual playing."

He paused to swirl his wine and take a mouthful. "The club takes over the parking lot out front and they put up a big marquee. That's where the food will be, and the main dance floor and music. So the casual participants tend to congregate there, leaving the club space for more serious players. Still packed."

He smiled at her. "There are also games. Games for subs. Games for doms and subs. Most of them with the goal of removing as many of the submissives' clothes as possible and teasing or embarrassing them. In fun, of course." He caught her anxious look. Leaning forward, he put his hand over hers. "Don't worry. I won't expect you to participate in most of them. You can choose two, whichever two appeal most to you. But I will expect willing participation in those two."

She nodded, feeling her heart rate kick up a few notches. She couldn't imagine herself wearing that exquisite bird costume and participating in something like the party games she was familiar with. Just how kinky would these games be? Would she be expected to let someone else touch her? Or would she have to....

She realized Jake had started talking again. "There's also a contest for best costume, with various categories. You might have a chance at that, but you'll be surprised at the elaborate lengths some members will go to for a chance of winning a prize and notoriety for the coming year. If you've been worried that you'll stand out, don't be."

She gave him a small, relieved smile. One worry erased. But she had others now, thanks to his description. He seemed to have finished talking and was breaking off a piece of the soft, rounded flatbread to enjoy with the wine.

"Thanks, I have a much better idea of what to expect. But... I do still have a few questions," she said.

He chewed and nodded at her, letting her know she could ask them.

"Other than the games you mentioned, what will you expect of me, specifically?" She looked down, trying to find a delicate way of asking her question. "That is, will you... um... require me to play with anyone besides you? Will other doms be allowed to... to touch me?"

Jake's face grew dark. "Absolutely not. I know your limits and I respect them. If anyone goes beyond the bounds that you feel comfortable with, tell me immediately and I will deal with it. You'll be there as my submissive. If anyone wanted to play with you, they'd have to ask me."

She relaxed further at that. It had been her biggest worry. But she still had one more.

"It sounds like a huge crush. Are there really that many club members? I always thought BDSM was kind of a niche thing. What if... what if someone there recognizes me?"

Jake broke off another piece of bread and handed it to her. "Eat this; it's delicious." He waited for her to take the piece, then bite into it, before he continued. "There are a surprising number of kinksters, but not all of the attendees will be members. Some will be guests of members. Still, your clever master has planned a costume for you that almost completely hides your face. The odds of anyone recognizing you -- other than myself and Mistress Vega -- are pretty low, don't you think?"

He was right. She was struck anew by how thoughtful he was. To her surprise, she felt tears welling up and she said quietly, "Thank you, Sir. For looking out for me so well. I'm... I feel very lucky to have found you."

His eyes warmed at her words, but he snorted, "You found me? I seem to recall it was the other way around. That it was me who found a stray pet wandering around my hardware store, playing with chains. What else could I do but take you under my protection?"

They smiled at each other. Little did she know that the evening was about to go downhill in a hurry.

Their dinner arrived, giving her a chance to collect herself. When the server withdrew, leaving them with heaping dishes of fragrant food, she felt more like herself. Enough to argue with Jake about the boots. She really felt she should pay for something, and she would have bought them for herself anyway, if she'd seen them. Well, maybe not, given the price tag... but it seemed unfair that he should pay for all of it.

Jake wouldn't hear of it, of course. He said Mistress Vega gave him a hefty discount, and that it was at his invitation that she was attending and needed the costume. He shut down the conversation, leaving her vaguely dissatisfied, but she didn't have much choice other than to accept. She'd have to work on that stubborn attitude of his. If she stuck around long enough. A thought that made her feel strangely wistful.

She pushed her food around on the plate. At any moment he'd be pressing her to eat more. She felt guilty and took a few more bites, then decided she was fed up with his insistence that she eat on demand. She pushed the plate away, her good mood evaporating. She thought it was the shopping experience that had rattled her, taking her far out of her comfort zone.

Jake, meanwhile, manfully worked his way through several large skewers of lamb, soaking up the sauce with more bread and liberally helping himself to the couscous. He didn't seem to notice that she'd stopped eating until he was wiping his mouth with his napkin.

"You didn't like it?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

She shook her head. "It was delicious, just too much." Something about the mutinous set of her mouth wisely kept him from pursuing it. Instead, he eyed her speculatively. "You're coming back to my place," he said, after a moment's consideration.

It wasn't so much a question as a flat statement, and she bristled a bit. "Did we decide that?"

His eyes held hers, but he kept his voice mild. "I seem to remember we did. Last night. And there are a few things...." his eyes kindled and she couldn't help responding, though she didn't let him see it.

"Okay," she said, giving in ungraciously even though she'd never really intended not to go. He had poured her a second glass of wine that she'd barely touched, but now as he paid the bill, she drained half the glass in a swallow and stood by the door, waiting with crossed arms. He gripped her shoulder and led her out, keeping hold of her without saying anything.

The walk back to his car was silent. Evie sensed he was forming some opinion about her behavior, which he was keeping to himself. The thought made her feel even more petulant. How dare he think he knew what was going on in her mind?

In her defense, she felt like she'd been on a roller coaster ride all evening, and her emotions were all over the place. One minute Jake seemed like the best thing that had happened to her. The next, she wanted to push against his control. Then there was all that uncertainty about... everything. She didn't do uncertainty well. She knew that, damn it. She needed to get hold of herself before this turned into something different.

When they got into the car, Jake turned up the heat, knowing she'd be cold. Somehow it made her feel worse that he was always so... gallant, for want of a better word. And she was so obstreperous. Always asking questions, pushing back, acting ungrateful. In short, never being the good little submissive that she ought to be.

Jake rested his hand lightly on her shoulder. "Okay, there? If you really don't want to stay with me tonight, it's fine. But I think," he paused a moment, as if unsure what to say. Then he finished, "I think it would be good. For both of us." Evie put her hand on top of his and squeezed it gently, not able to say anything just yet, but knowing he was right.

The drive back didn't take long. He parked on the street, and they entered his building. She'd taken to leaving a few essentials at his place, so she hadn't brought anything with her. When he unlocked the door and pulled it open for her, he reminded her -- as always -- to mind the steps. It had become a shared joke, one that made her remember the first night she'd come here with him and tripped on the steps up into the living area because she'd been staring at his ceiling high above.

The cage hanging there no longer gave her chills, though she couldn't resist glancing at it. As always, the Japanese paper lanterns cast a soft glow over the large space. Everything looked much the same as it had a month ago, except it was starting to feel familiar to her. The one addition was a large, comfortable pillow that Jake kept beside the couch for her to kneel on.

Seeing that pillow quieted some of her inner turmoil. She flashed Jake a look -- one in which she could feel her guilt writ large. She was tying herself in knots over... what, exactly? Jake slid her purse off her shoulder and set it down on the table. Then he circled her wrist with his hand and led her over to the couch. Unresisting, she went to her knees as he sat down. She heard him murmur, "I think you need a little down time, pet. No talking for the next ten minutes."

She nodded and leaned back on her heels. Jake shifted his leg so that it pressed gently against her shoulder, providing support if needed. Like Jake himself, she thought. If only he wasn't so overwhelming. He was like a force of nature. She kept her head down, trying to clear all the extraneous thoughts and worries. But they wanted to crowd back in.

Jake picked up his tablet from the side table, ignoring Evie as she kneeled at his feet. Even though she was trying hard to relax, he could feel that her muscles were still tense. The air fairly crackled around her. When he judged ten minutes had passed, he put a hand on her head and stroked her hair.

"What is it, little bird? What's got you so out of sorts?"

She shrugged helplessly at his kind tone. "I don't know... I'm not sure," she stammered. Then she sighed, "It's all so much."

He made a vague sound of encouragement, trying to get her to talk about it. To her mortification, she burst into tears, pressing her cheek into his knee.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I'm a terrible submissive," she gulped at last.

His eyebrows rose in consternation. "Why do you feel that way?"

She shook her head, wiped her streaming eyes. "I'm always... such a mess. And you're so focused and calm and nice about it."

He waited a beat, then said, "We'll deal with that. Anything else bothering you? I want honesty."

Some of her earlier anger started to bubble up. "Well... you can also be stubborn and high-handed. You want everything your way and... and I'm not used to that."

He nodded; she had some fair points. They'd come a long way in a month, but it was natural for her to push back occasionally, to feel anxious about her growing submission. Still, he sensed there was more. "And?"

Suddenly she felt she'd said too much. She clammed up, unwilling to push things further. He pulled her gently up to the couch, curled her next to him, his arm stroking soothingly up and down her back until she seemed calmer. Then he said, "Do you want to know what I think all this is about?"

She stiffened but nodded.

He held up a hand, ticking off points, one by one. "First, you were under a lot of stress this week. You held it together well and got your report done, and I'm proud of you. But now you don't know what to do with all that leftover stress zipping around inside. Second, you're trying to adjust to a new and very different lifestyle, and to my expectations, while maintaining the leadership and professionalism expected of you at work. Juggling two roles -- two mindsets that are poles apart -- isn't easy. Third, you're right -- I am a stubborn and demanding person. I'm a dom." He stopped and shrugged, trying to get a smile from her. But her eyes remained downcast, so he continued.

"But we can talk about that. You're allowed to tell me when I'm too overbearing. And finally, tonight was uncomfortable for you. You didn't know what to expect and you felt out of your element." He was silent, his hand still soothing her. "Am I in the ballpark?"

Evie thought through what he'd said. One rather significant component was missing, but by and large, he had hit the major points. Still, he didn't seem to fully understand her frustration. Probably because she was holding back.

She shook her head, helpless to explain. Her hands balled into fists. She couldn't tell him. She simply couldn't.

When Jake felt Evie tense up and retreat again, he took a deep breath and stood up. "I know what you need, pet. And it's the best way to get honest answers out of you." He strode to the alcove on the left of the entry, that dark corner where there were chains in the wall. Where he kept his toys and ropes.

She curled herself into a tighter ball, waiting. She was pretty sure a punishment of some sort was forthcoming, and part of her felt she deserved it. The other part felt a bit hopeless. They definitely were not on the same page tonight. Her chest felt suddenly tight.

He returned quickly, a paddle in his hand. Before she knew what she was doing, she'd jumped to her feet. Her voice shook with a combination of anger and uncertainty. "I thought you said I did well tonight. Why are you punishing me?"

His voice came slow. "You did do well. This is not a punishment, not exactly. Take your clothes off and come here."

She stared into his blue-gray eyes. They were darker than usual and she couldn't read them. Playing for time, she said, "You think I need this?"

He didn't answer her question, just kept his eyes on her. "Trust me, little bird. Obey your master."

She bit her lip, unsure. She had to admit that she didn't really feel the outrage she was trying to project. And she did trust Jake; everything else was simply noise. She just wished he'd explain what he was up to.

Despite her uncertainty, his words speared through her. Obey your master. She wanted to do that. But it was so hard sometimes. Slowly she began taking off her clothes. Sweater, then skirt. She looked to him for clarification.

"Everything, pet. Fold it neatly and put it on the table. Then come here."

A moment later she was standing naked in front of him. Like kneeling, it made her feel vulnerable and nudged her into a place of subservience. One that felt right, no matter how much she fought it. The tension in her shoulders lessened and she breathed easier. He didn't touch her, but his eyes raked over her. Reading her like a book.

Finally he spoke. "I'm going to spank you. It's not a punishment. There are times when a submissive needs a... release, for want of a better term. Maybe she's frustrated or stressed. Or maybe she's testing, just a little bit, how much control her dom has and whether she's good with that. Are you following me?"

She nodded, smoothing her hands nervously on her thighs.

"I know I can be intimidating. You do a good job of holding your own, but today -- for whatever reason -- it's been difficult. You're hesitating to tell me what you're thinking and feeling, and I don't like that. So as I spank you, I'll ask you questions, or give you things to say. Your job is to obey and to answer honestly. Is that clear?"

His voice had gradually assumed that edge -- the one that put her on notice that he was all dom -- and she answered promptly, "Yes, Sir."

"Good. Over my lap, now." He had shifted to the center of the large couch, and he helped her get into position: her ass resting on his thighs, her head pillowed on her arms, long legs trailing along the couch on the other side of him.

She felt nervous suddenly and was about to say "What, no rope?" to fill the silence, when she felt a slight stirring of the air and then the paddle landed on her ass with a solid smack. Before she could even react, he landed a second smack on her other cheek. Then his hand was kneading, rubbing the sting away.

She exhaled, a surprised little "Oof!" and he chuckled. "There. That got your attention. I'm going to do that again, six more times. Rather than having you count them, I want you to say something after each one. You'll say: 'I am a good submissive, and Sir is very happy with me.' Nice and loud, so that I can hear it. Got it?"

She almost rolled her eyes. This kind of home-brewed reinforcement exercise didn't really work -- did it?

A pinch to her inner thigh cut off her thought mid-stream. "I'm waiting for your answer, pet," he said in that steady, calm voice that held her in the same way his ropes did. Safely. Securely.

"Yes, Sir," she breathed.

As soon as she'd spoken, he spanked her again. The paddle he was using packed a wallop. She felt it sting on the surface, but it also seemed to travel through her, a heat that warmed her muscles, warmed her in a way that had nothing to do with punishment. Her mind froze for a moment, then she gasped, "I'm a good submissive. And Sir is happy with me."

"Very happy," he corrected her with a grin. "Say it again."

She repeated it, correctly this time. Then said it five more times, once after each smack.

He laid the paddle down beside him, rubbing her buttocks again. "That looks beautiful, pet. Nice and rosy. Now tell me why you think you're not a good submissive. The truth."

She dragged in a breath, hesitating just a moment. "I... don't know, Sir. Sometimes it feels good... like I'm doing it right. But not all the time."

"How much of the time does it feel right?"

She tried to shrug. "I'm not sure."

Quick as a wink he'd picked up the paddle and smacked her again. "Give me an estimate. Now, without thinking. How much of the time does it feel right?"

She trembled, taking stock as quickly as she could. "M-maybe 80%?"

He actually laughed. "And you don't think 80% is good? Most marriage counselors would kill for a number like that." He stroked a hand over her back. "My little perfectionist. I think this particular block is partly a learning curve, but mostly in your head. It's something we'll work on."

She started to ask how they would work on it when he smacked her again. "You're only to answer questions, pet. Not ask them. And I have another one for you: Why do you think I'm not pleased with you?"

If she wasn't so bemused, she would have laughed at the timing of his question. But she just replied, "I'm not very good at obeying. I ask too many questions, and I argue instead of just doing what you tell me to do." She sniffled. "And you have to teach me everything. That must be a drag. And I'm not particularly sexy...."

She realized she was crying. She tried to lift her tear-stained face to look at him, but he placed a hand between her shoulder blades, keeping her body in place. She was shocked when he spanked her again, hard. His voice was hard too. "Do you think I want a mindless submissive? A bimbo? Is that how you see me? Have I given you reason to think that?"

His words hammered at her, making her cry harder. "N-no, Sir. I... I don't know. It just seems like, from what I read online, that -- "

He cut her off. "God help me. The internet," he muttered and began rubbing her ass. "Let me ask you again, and I want you to think about it this time. Do you think I want a mindless submissive? Or is it just possible that I enjoy having a submissive who is intelligent, thinks for herself, and makes decisions after due consideration? Who obeys me because it's her choice, not because she's too fucking stupid to do anything else?"

Evie's head felt like it was going to explode. His heated response shocked her, but she was equally shocked by the insecurities pouring out of her -- insecurities she hadn't even realized she had.

In a small voice she said, "I don't really think that about you, Sir. You haven't... given me reason to think it. I'm not sure where that came from."

He sighed. "As for the rest, I enjoy being a teacher. For me, that's part of being a dom. I enjoy watching you discover all this, learning what you like and what turns you on. And I enjoy that self-possession of yours, especially when I can melt it and make you drop those shields. Make you mindless in a very different way." His words held an edge of desire that made her suddenly aware of his cock stiffening underneath her.

But Jake wasn't done with her yet. He was nothing if not thorough. He picked up the paddle and smacked her several more times, until that heat flowed through her again, making her hazy. It came to her that he truly was trying to break down her barriers, to get to a deeper place inside her than she'd shown him so far. The thought scared her because she was afraid of what she might blurt out.

He had another question for her. "How did you feel tonight, at Mistress Vega's store? How did it make you feel to be so clearly my submissive in front of someone else?"

Her mind whirled at his change of topic. She tried to remember her thoughts and feelings. "I was interested. Trying to figure out how I should behave. Who she was to you.... Well, I mean, how much respect I owed her."

He nodded, but it wasn't exactly what he was looking for. The paddle came down again. "I didn't ask what you thought, little bird. How did you feel?"

He pressed her ass down, rubbing his erection into her crotch until she groaned. Fuck, it was so hard to think when he did that. She hardly knew what she was saying. "I felt owned. Subservient. Especially when neither one of you allowed me to talk. And when... when you both chose things for me, dressed me, without caring about my thoughts on the matter, I felt like... like a toy. A possession."

His hand wandered between her legs, rubbing her there, just circling around her pussy without going inside. She lifted her hips, moaning a little, when he said, "And you liked that."

It wasn't really a question, but she whimpered a soft, "Yes, Sir," in response. Then her innate honesty asserted itself and she added, "In that moment."

"You liked wearing a corset. I could tell," he said musingly. "Tell me why."

"It felt tight. Constraining. Secure. Like when I'm tied up," her voice was a quiet sigh of arousal. She couldn't quite put into words what she felt. The ropes, the corset -- they were just a physical representation for the way he made her feel inside. Like she was being held tightly, but in a good way.

"And you liked me teasing you, playing with you in the store. But you tensed up when you realized you were being watched. Was that a step too far?"

He never missed a thing, she thought, moving her shoulders uncomfortably. Her feelings were hard to explain. But Jake picked up the paddle and gave her another smack. Each blow seemed to erode her control in some way, making it harder for her to consciously decide what to tell him and what to hold back.

After a shaky breath she said, "I'm not sure. I just.. froze. I was worried that you might... that you might ask her to join us. I didn't want her to touch me. Or touch you. I'm sorry if that's wrong."

Jake was taken aback; it wasn't what he'd thought at all. But after a moment he chuckled. "Ah, of course. That makes sense, and you've been quite upfront that you don't like sharing... or being shared. If I had made it clear that she was only a spectator, you might have enjoyed it." He paused, his hand stroking the inside of her thighs, then said thoughtfully, "Still, I think all of those things you felt were worrying at you. You're not sure if you like how they make you feel. So you decided to poke at me."

Her lips trembled. "M-maybe."

Jake's voice became low, almost tender. "You're starting to realize that this isn't just some phase. Or something you can turn off and on. A game behind closed doors. For you, it's deeper than that. It's who you are, what you are." He ran his palm up her spine, delicately wrapping his fingers around her neck when he reached the top. "This is why I wanted you to immerse yourself in it for a while. It's hard for you, going back and forth."

Her head drooped onto her arms, making her voice sound muffled. "I know. I'm sorry, Sir. But I can't just... abandon my life. That's not realistic. I'm doing the best I can."

He tightened his grip on her nape, giving in to his frustration. Not because he was mad at her, but because he wanted to help her more than she allowed. "You keep too much inside. I need to know what you're thinking. What you feel. You think I'm being pushy, but all doms need to have a handle on their submissives' feelings. To know if they're in the right headspace. And I can't spank you every time I need to know what's bothering you."

She struggled to sit up, and this time he let her. His words had smashed some door inside her, and suddenly words came tumbling out, hot and furious. "You're lecturing ME on keeping too much to myself? Most of the time I have no idea what you're thinking, Jake." She used his name purposely, provokingly, putting him on notice that she was angry, that she wouldn't be managed or soothed.

He was the one who felt off-kilter now. He tried for a reasonable tone. "We talked about this earlier. I told you what I thought had led up to this...."

She shook her head impatiently. "No. I don't just mean this. This argument, or disagreement or whatever it is. I mean in general. You don't share things with me, Jake. You leave me guessing about... about everything except all the rules I need to follow!"

Eyebrows raised, he asked, "Don't I tell you when you've done well?"

She lifted her hands and let them drop. "Sure... maybe I'd be pleased if I were an animal. It's all 'good girl' and 'nice pet'. And okay, that's fine in the moment. But what about afterwards? You don't tell me how it makes YOU feel when I do well. Or when I don't do well, for that matter. I mean, you must feel frustrated with me at times."

She paused to draw breath, fighting to control the stream of words, but she couldn't stay quiet. "You share very little about... your past. Or even about whether... about the future. Our future. Or is there one? And I'm not sure if I'm allowed to ask about those kinds of things. When I try, it's like hitting a fucking brick wall." She sputtered to a stop.

She immediately wished she hadn't spoken. Why did he have to keep pushing her? Now he would be angry with her. Or worse, hurt. What had gotten into her? She lifted contrite eyes to his face, "I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean all of that. I just... it's just... my insecurities." She reached for his hand. "I do a fair job of hiding it, but I don't cope well with uncertainty."

To her surprise, he didn't seem angry. Although he did look stern. "That's something I needed to know, among other things. You're right, you do a good job of masking it -- most of the time. Although I've noticed a few cracks recently. I'm sorry you've felt anxious and uncertain." He gripped her hand tighter. "I'm glad you told me before everything imploded. This isn't the end of the world, it's a reboot. We can do better. Both of us."

"Really? You really think that?" Her eyes begged for reassurance.

"I told you -- I need to hear what's on your mind. Not some sugarcoated version that you think is safe to tell me. I can handle the truth, whatever it is." He did a slight Jack Nicholson send-up on the last sentence, almost making her smile. "And I can handle questions. Though I won't promise you'll always get answers."

She was silent a moment, then said, "And you really think I'm a good submissive? That this -- all of this -- is right for me?"

He smiled. "Yes, I believe it. As strongly as I believe we've just undone all the hard work I put into relaxing you with that spanking."

A brief smile wavered on her lips, making him want to kiss them. He leaned down, brought her chin up until their mouths met. For a moment, he kept his lips on hers, steadying her. Then her lips parted on their own, without any urging, inviting him inside.

Just as a tiny spark can set off an explosion, her gesture made his pulse leap in a dangerous way. He wanted her. Wanted to possess her now, immediately, prove to them both that she belonged to him. After a long moment -- after her pulse was racing as well -- he dragged his mouth away and growled, "I'm going to restrain you and fuck you until you're begging your master for mercy. If you want me to stop, if tonight's been too much, tell me now."

Heat rushed through her like flame through a tunnel. She moaned and dug her fingers into his shirt, then tilted her head back to look at him. He barely caught her whimper: "Please... don't stop."

With a louder growl, he pressed his teeth against her exposed neck. She'd always imagined such a gesture was just so much show, done for effect. She didn't really buy into the whole alpha thing. But this was different. She couldn't even describe how it made her feel. Her head was reeling, so much that she hardly realized he had her on her feet, guiding her toward the exposed brick wall and its dangling chains.

The chains were already attached to cuffs. He secured her left wrist, turning her so she was facing the wall. Then her right wrist was held and cuffed. The chains jangled as she moved her arms, testing how much freedom he'd allowed her. There was some play, but she was held securely. She shivered as he pushed a narrow, padded bench between her hips and the wall so that she had to step away from it, causing the chains to stretch and tighten.

Every scene where she'd imagined herself chained flashed through her in an almost visceral way. Jake squatted behind her, drawing more chains out from the wall, cuffing her ankles. The chains ran along the outside of the bench's legs, holding her ankles there and forcing her legs wide. She found herself panting in response, aware that he was stoking a crazy level of arousal inside her.

He stepped to her left and began tightening the chain holding her wrist until she had no choice but to bend forward, inch by inch, over the bench. He did the same on the other side. Only then did he stop to look at her -- chained and helpless, waiting for him, her arousal visible on her spread and quivering thighs.

He took his time, considering whether there was anything else that would add to his enjoyment. No gag -- he wanted to hear her beg. But... yes, he wanted her blinded. He retrieved a real blindfold, leather, with a sheepskin lining that would make it comfortable for her. Comfortable while he used her hard. He gave a quick feral grin as he fastened it around her head.

She moaned as if she could hear his thoughts. Perhaps hers were the same. He stepped behind her, close enough to rub his jeans-clad groin over her well-displayed ass. She responded with another moan, louder and needier, his actions stirring up the residual warm glow from her earlier spanking.

He thought of his earlier words -- how he enjoyed making her slip into this mindless space where her brain stopped throwing up questions and roadblocks. Moving a half-step back, he ran two fingers down then back up her slit, taking satisfaction in how wet she was, how her pussy lips felt swollen. Taking his time, he teased her clit with the lightest of strokes while he watched her try to squirm and lift toward his fingers.

"Beg me," he whispered. "Tell me what you want, little bird. What you need."

She cried out as his two fingers squeezed together on either side of her clit. "Please... please, Sir. Please fuck me. I need your cock in me. Filling me up until I can't... oh, god... can't hold back. Until I beg you to let me come."

He pushed his fingers roughly into her pussy, felt her clench around them. "You want me to own you? To use you like this, chained up and mindless for me, begging your master?"

She whimpered in response, buffeted by sensations so intense she could barely speak, all her doubts long forgotten. She felt him spank her with something -- was it the same paddle?

"You'll answer me." He growled at her ear.

"Yes!" she wailed, "Own me. Please. I want to be yours, Sir."

His fingers still inside her, he gripped her hair with his other hand, pulling her head back. "I enjoy melting your clever mind. Making you my possession." His voice was fierce as his fingers thrust into her again. "But only for a little while. Only when we do this. I will punish you, I swear I will beat you, if you don't use that mind at all other times. If you pretend to be something that you're not. Do you understand me?"

She startled at his words. He wasn't even sure she'd remember them later. But then he saw a tiny smile and she replied, "Yes... master. Only mindless when you make me that way."

"Good," he said, withdrawing his fingers and letting go of her hair so that he could undo his fly.

She could hear him, knew she would feel his cock inside her soon. She was so eager that couldn't keep still, squirming against the edge of the bench, as much as the chains allowed. He grunted appreciatively. "That's it. Lift for me, pet. Show me how much you want me."

He wanted to make her wait, to drive her even higher, so he moved right up next to her straining body, felt the heat rolling off her. He reached around her to grasp her breasts hard, squeezing them. They were a generous handful. He moved his hands down to pinch her nipples, then felt his cock strain upward in response to her desperate little cries.

He removed one hand to stroke himself, then positioned his cock at her entrance, teasing her one last moment, making her wait before he plunged into her.

Her deep, primal moan nearly undid him, but he remained still, buried in her. "Who owns you?" he said harshly.

"You do," she cried out in reply. Everything felt so clear in that moment. She pulled on the wrist cuffs that kept her bent over, the sound of the chains making her sink deeper, feel needier. Her pussy clutched at him. "Please, Sir.... I'm yours. All of me."

He pulled out of her, thrust in again, pushing her hips into the bench relentlessly. Keeping his tightly held control, he alternated quick thrusts inside her with slow strokes, filling her then leaving her empty and begging for him.

"Sir, please!" she moaned with a desperate energy that he recognized: she was close to her limit.

He pulled out, breathing hard. "No. You will not come. Not until I give you permission." He needed to bring the fact of her submission home irrevocably. Brand it in both of their brains.

Jake reached into the duffel bag he'd dragged out earlier and retrieved a bottle of lube. Rubbing his hand possessively over her ass, he dribbled some of it into the curve between her buttocks, then worked his finger inside her tight opening.

She whined and arched up immediately. His instincts had been right. She needed this. Stroking more lube onto his cock, he worked it slowly inside her, watching the muscles in her neck quiver, her head turning from side to side as she tried to hold on.

"There, my little bird. You can only come when I allow it. When I decide to tease your clit with my fingers. Isn't that what you want? My control?"

She was beside herself. "Yes, Sir... oh, god... please touch me."

"When I'm ready. Not before. You can stop worrying about it. It's not up to you."

He knew that she couldn't come like this. Until he made it possible. He thrust into her ass, his momentum increasing as she accommodated his cock. Her thighs were trembling violently -- from her position but even more from her deep need. Not to come, but to do this, to be this, for him.

There was no more talking. Just his rhythmic grunts punctuated by her moans and her occasional murmured plea. She felt like Jake was turning her inside out -- in every way, not just physically. Finally, after an eternity of waiting, she felt his fingers on her clit, a soft glide, a reminder that he held the power.

"Please...," she whispered. "Please... please... please...." Begging felt as natural as breathing. His fingers made her spasm, made her clench on his cock while she desperately hung on, waiting for his permission.

He leaned closer, spoke directly into her ear as he pinched her clit and held it. "Come for me now, little bird." It was all she needed to hear. She exploded, her hips straining to move, her muscles squeezing his cock rhythmically until he groaned and came in her. She felt it, the sensation prolonging her own release. On and on, until she drooped in her chains, completely limp and wiped out.

Gradually the discomfort of her position brought her back from her hazy drifting. That, and Jake pulling out of her with a kiss on her shoulder before bending to undo her ankle cuffs. Slowly the bench was removed, and her wrist cuffs unlocked. She wobbled on her feet until he put an arm around her waist and steered her into his arms.

"There now. All better?"

"Sir... I.... Yes," she sighed. She couldn't begin to put into words how he'd made her feel. But uncertainty kept her from asking if he'd felt the same way. It suddenly occurred to her that perhaps he didn't. He hadn't responded in any way to the broad hints she'd dropped earlier.

Face it, she told herself, you're probably just another in a long line of starry-eyed subs who developed a crush on the teacher.

Later, after they'd showered quickly and then crawled into bed together, she was surprised to see that it was only 10:00 pm. So early, after all that had happened this evening. She lay facing the wall, watching the lights from the street below play over it. Jake was spooned around her, and she felt relaxed and safe. Also exhausted. So why was it so hard to just turn her brain off and go to sleep?

As if from a distance, she heard Jake speak quietly. "I feel proud of you when you do well. Not because I taught you, but because of who you are. You pour all of yourself into this. All your intelligence and determination. Even stubbornness at times. It's a beautiful thing to watch. I don't ever mean to devalue your efforts by what I say when we're playing." His hand stroked gently down her arm and back. "Nights like this can feel frustrating, but often they are that 'one step back' that we need in order to take a big step forward."

She nodded, not wanting to interrupt the flow of his words. They filled a gap inside her that had been steadily growing bigger. Perhaps bigger than she'd realized.

He took a couple of breaths and shifted a little, as if he felt uncomfortable continuing. But eventually he said, "And I'm sorry if you feel I haven't been open about my past. I gave you a bare outline, but that leaves out a lot, especially when there is a potential...." he stopped, then picked up again. "You haven't told me much either, but that's because I haven't asked. I avoided doing that because I know you'd tell me, and I'd have to reciprocate in kind. I'm a coward."

She could sense how difficult this was for him, so she lifted her other hand and put it over his, where it still rested on her arm. "Jake, you don't have to -- "

He corrected her gently, "I can see it bothers you. That makes me want to at least try to give you more. If only to keep you from imagining that I'm a murder suspect on the run or part of the witness relocation program."

She didn't laugh, just snuggled herself closer to him. "Okay, I'll strike those theories off my list."

He snorted, "Little minx. Don't tempt me to spank you again." They lay quietly for a few minutes, then he said, "After my divorce, I went through a lot of submissives in a short time. One after another. None of them lasted long. I suppose I was hurt by my wife's defection, even though we both knew the marriage didn't fit us anymore. I wasn't interested in anything long-term."

"Fast forward a few years. I was older and wiser. I'd come to terms with my life, or thought I had. Hope must be the natural human condition, because it certainly springs eternal. I started to think that maybe I could find someone to share my life. Someone on the same page, who'd love all the parts of me, not just a few."

Evie felt her heart sinking. She thought she knew where this was headed, and it wasn't hopeful. At least, not for her.

"I met someone at a BDSM event. A sub. We played a few times, then I became her dom. We were a good fit in almost every way. She lived in another city, but after a few months of seeing each other every weekend, we moved in together. I gave her part-time work in the hardware store until she could find something." He sighed, "Everything was going well. Or so I thought. We were a couple in every way you can be without a ring on the finger. I was in love with her."

She squeezed his hand, waiting for him to go on.

"Like I said, we fit in most ways. What I didn't realize at first was that BDSM was her entire life. The more we played, the deeper she wanted to go. Her goal was a true giving up of power; she wanted to be my slave. That in itself wouldn't necessarily have been a deal-breaker, but...." he paused. Then he said simply, "I'm not a sadist. And that's what she needed. It tore me up to hurt her... to the extreme she required."

Evie's mind went to the shackles, the cage hanging from the ceiling. Did they date from that time? Although she'd occasionally sensed a darker edge to Jake, she had difficulty picturing him inflicting hardcore pain. She spoke quietly, "She left you?"

He shifted again. "Yeah, but it's not that simple. She turned out not to be the person I'd thought she was. She'd been taking money, substantial money, from the store accounts. I didn't find out until we'd parted ways. And when she declined to pay it back and I threatened legal action, she said she'd use the pictures she had of... of herself after we...." He had to stop. "She said she would use them against me if needed. Paint me as an abuser, ruin my reputation."

She slowly digested this. She knew there could be a fine line, one that was hard to discern, between extreme BDSM and abuse. Was Jake being entirely truthful in his account? Her mind instantly rejected the thought. Jake wasn't that person.

But his hesitation and his slowness to share information about himself made sense now. He'd been burned -- twice-burned if his wife's defection counted -- and he didn't want to risk it again. He was letting her know, in his way, that he wasn't willing to put his heart on the line. The message was clear, even if he hadn't said it in so many words: she was his, in the sense of being his submissive. But not in any other way. She'd need to tamp down those indefinable feelings. Or at least not plan on them being reciprocated.

He pulled his hand away from hers, then awkwardly patted her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Evie. I should have said all this before. But I didn't think... well, didn't realize how it was making you feel."

She could tell that he was waiting for her to respond, but she wasn't at all sure what to say. Maybe something like this: "Thanks for giving Miss Noseypants a kick in her ass for insisting that you tell her how very not available you are."

Then she sighed. Way to make this all about me, she thought. It had been a big deal for Jake to share this. If she'd told him something equally momentous, she knew he'd be supportive. She could do no less for him... but she also wanted to be honest.

"Thanks for telling me that, Jake. I... it means a lot that you trust me enough to share something so personal. And I'm sorry. About what happened, but also for putting you on the spot like I did. It hasn't been my best evening."

At least he pulled her close again. Then he said, "Sleep, little bird. Things always look better in the morning."

She doubted it, but she kept that to herself for now and closed her eyes.