fs02: A Domme’s View – Arc 3 – Chapter 32

Chapter 32

I stir to the sound of his voice.
“Mistress?”

I open my eyes and squint as they adjust to the light. I see his face looking at mine.

“Mistress. I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Is something stopping you?”
“Umm, you’re on the leash and it’s hard to go with no hands.”

I giggle. I reach forward and disconnect the leash from his collar. He slides off the bed and stands. I retrieve the keys from the dresser and unlock his cuffs. This boy will put up with anything. He must have felt it was less bad to wake me than it would have been to soil my bed. I watch him rub his wrists. Those must have been uncomfortable. I really should get some leather restraints. I didn’t need restraints with David. We used the cuffs the limited number of times I chose to punish him. James bought his own but took them with him when we parted. BDSM really does require a lot of knick knacks and toys.

I walk around the room tidying up. When I get into the heat of the moment I just toss things and let them fall where they may. Ugh. Note to self: clean anal toys immediately after use. Maybe I’ll have the boy clean it. I let out a small laugh. How humiliating would that be?

I enter the bathroom and I find him investigating his bruised bottom in the mirror. He winces when he touches the skin. Michael jumps when he sees me. His mouth opens like he wants to explain himself. I wrap my arms around him and lay my head against his chest. His arms find my back. I can’t see his face. I wonder what expression is on it right now.

“I’m ready for a shower. Join me.”

I release him and take a step back. He nods. His expression is warm. There’s a smile on his face. I smile back. I help strip the clothes off of him. He seems relieved to be out of them. I let him unzip my back. I let him see my naked body. I watch his chastity cage bob. Silly boy. I smirk. In the shower I fill a shower puff with gel and work it into a lather. I hand it to him. He delicately caresses my body as Pikky showers us with warmth. His hands are thorough. He doesn’t avoid my private areas but he treats them with appropriate care. I nod at him after he finishes. He begins to clean himself. This boy has been trained. I approve. I hand him a bottle of shampoo. I stretch my shoulders and neck as he lathers every inch of my hair. He sets the bottle down. Good boy. You use the $2 kind, don’t you? You know better than to squander what is mine.

The conditioner is next. I have missed this. I have missed this so much. I rinse my hair and turn. I grab the back of his neck. He lowers his head. My lips meet his. I press in, shoving my tongue into his mouth. I suck the breath from him. Thank you, boy, for making me feel alive. The hunger sets in. I pull him tighter to me by a handful of hair. I release him and he instinctively lowers to his knees. Smart boy. I prop my leg up on the rail and lean back against the wall.

His tongue glides over me. I moan and bite my lip. I flex my thighs back and forth. I tilt back as far as I can. This is what I wanted, boy. This is what I wanted from you. I don’t guide him with my hands. I let him show me what he can do. His skills aren’t perfect, but definitely above average. He knows that a moan means harder, faster, more.

I grind my hips and meet him. His mouth, my sex. We find a rhythm. His tongue eagerly pleases me. On, over, and around it goes. My chest heaves as I let out a series of moans. Faster, boy. Again and again. I pump into him again and again. His mouth meets me. My body shudders and I cry out. The orgasm ripples through me as I coat his face with my juices. I breathe slowly with my head back, enjoying this moment. You’ve pleased me, boy.

I signal him to rise. I kiss him again. I hold him under the warmth of the water. I need this. I turn off the water. I climb out and grab my robe. He stands there shivering until I throw him a towel. I see what you were saying, Cass. It’s starting to make more sense.

I watch him dry himself. He’s so shy and timid. He willing to please. This is his nature.

“Do you cook?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Get dressed and make us some breakfast.”
“Yes, Mistress.”

He bows and scurries from the room. I sit down to dry my hair. Am I being stupid or does something feel off? I can’t tell. Don’t ruin it, Wanda. Enjoy this weekend. Enjoy what is in front of you. I’m starting to see the ways in which Michael must have been trained. He didn’t ask me for a safe word. He didn’t protest his beating. The beatings must have been frequent in his past life. Chastity too. I think pegging him may have hit a trauma point. You really don’t tell me much, boy.

I put on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and slide into my slippers. I may as well let him see the casual me. The smell of food cooking fills my nose as I reach the stairs. This is what I have been missing. I make my way to the kitchen. A cup of coffee sits at my place. I take a sip. My face contorts at the bitter flavor. It needs cream and sugar. That’s on me.

I watch Michael at the stove. It appears that multi-tasking stresses him out. He makes all kinds of worried noises if he lets anything sit for too long. I chuckle a little at his appearance. A pair of gray sweats and a plain white t-shirt. We have the same sense of lazy day attire. A couple of minutes later a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast appears in front of me. He stands next to me while I take the first bite. It’s okay. He may be out of practice or need some recipes.

“Eat with me, Michael.”
“Yes, Mistress.”

He gathers himself a plate with a smaller portion than what he served to me. He eats his food in silence, never looking up.

“Talk to me, Michael.”
“What would you like to talk about?”
“Are you okay after last night?”

He nods.
“Is that what you wanted from me?”
He pauses, then nods.

This boy needs some work in the communication department.

“Did I meet your expectations?”
He nods immediately this time.

I eat my next few bites in silence. I’m feeling a little bit irritated at his lack of response. I prod him.

“What if I told you I was going to have you wear a plug for the rest of the weekend?”

His eyes widen and he coughs. He pounds his chest, lightly choking on his food.
“Whatever you want to do, Mistress.”

Well, at least I know I can unnerve him. I’d always sort of romanticized what it would be like to have a sycophant at my disposal. I remember cartoons from my childhood where the villain would have some pathetic henchman that was blindly obedient, loyal, and afraid. Were the villains always set on world domination because the people they were surrounded by were boring?

Give me something, Michael.

“Is there anything you would like to do today, Michael?”
“Umm, do you need any cleaning done, Mistress?”

I close my eyes. I’m disappointed in his response. Wait, what? I actually do have cleaning that needs to be done and I have been hoping to find a sub to clean for me. I change gears.

“I do, mouse. The bathrooms could use a thorough scrubbing and the living room is badly in need of a dusting and vacuuming.”
“Yes, Mistress. I will attend to them after the dishes if you would show me where the cleaning products are.”

David always found time to clean around our time together. It seems like he made sure everything was done so that he could have as much time with me as he could. It’s unfair to compare people to him, but I just can’t help it sometimes. I know what I want and that comparison is often the only thing that lets me know what is wrong with a situation.

I send Michael to clean while I sit on a chair and turn on the television. I channel surf until I finally just settle in on a movie that I have already seen and distract myself with my phone.

I fire up yoohoo and message Fcsie.

“Hi, are you there?”
“Hello, MsFoXXXy, how was your hot date?”
“It was hot.”
“That’s good. I hope you got to eat your fill.”

I close my eyes. I don’t know how this boy sees it. I don’t think I have mentioned my hunger.

“I did, and some.”
“Is he still there?”
“Yes.”
“So why are you talking to me?”

There is such a thing as ‘too clever.’

“He’s off cleaning.”
“… was it his idea or yours?”
“His.”
“Congratulations, you have found yourself a unicorn.”
“Will you tell me if I’m being a spoiled brat?”
“Uhh, sure.”
“I want him to clean… but like… when I want him to clean.”
“And right now, you feel like you’ve bonded intimately and you want to spend time with and get to know him as the man?”

How does he know this?

“It’s so much easier to talk about my problems to a mind-reader, you know.”
“lol.”
“You think it’s funny.”
“Sort of. Is it tiny_m on kinklife?”
“It is. How did you know that?”
“I saw you added him as a friend this week. I read his profile and writings, it was very interesting.”
“You’re the second person that has said that. What do you see that I don’t?”
“He’s broken.”
“What does that mean?”

I watch Fcsie’s icon flash dark and light. I must have challenged him with this request.
“You know in Cinderella, how she lives that life oppressed by her wicked step-mother and cruel step-sisters?”
“Yes.”
“Imagine if the rest of the story never happened and that was your whole life.”
“Sounds bleak.”
“And then after you moved out, you found someone else that was just like them that continued it. What do you think that would do to someone if they spent their entire life that way?”
“They would retreat into a shell and the rest of them would go with the flow.”
“Exactly.”

This isn’t what I wanted to hear but it makes sense. I ask the question that brings me fear.
“Will he ever show more to me?”
“Maybe? I can’t say for sure. It will probably take a lot of rebuilding. I’m not even sure if he wants to be rebuilt.”
“If he stays the same, I won’t be happy, will I?”
“I don’t want to tell you what you will feel… but with how I know you, no. You will need more than he has to offer.”
“Fuck.”
“Give him a few days. I may be wrong. I hope I’m wrong. I want you to be happy.”
“Thank you, Fcsie.”
“Anytime.”

Why is this so hard? Why is every man so flawed? Is it me? What am I doing wrong?

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4 thoughts on “fs02: A Domme’s View – Arc 3 – Chapter 32

  1. She wants a unicorn like David. But David’s gone. She should take Michael and slowly, gradually work on him, maybe getting some tips from Cass and other Sirens or/and Cass’s sub fs. Her on line mentor, Fcsie is very helpful too. Things will progress eventually – just give it some time.
    Peter

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