Sophie: Of course my private life should be private, but still… you know how some people are, and our community is rather conservative.

MC: Mine as well.

Sophie: If it’s okay to ask—what sorts of things do you compose?

MC: For money, I compose musical scores for movies. For pleasure, I’m working on a musical version of a boxing novel. Sounds crazy, I know. That’s why it’s not for money.

Sophie: It sounds cool. What novel?

MC: Pound for Pound by F.X. Toole. He’s the guy that wrote Million Dollar Baby. One helluva writer.

Sophie: I’ll have to check it out. One more question if you don’t mind—was/is your wife into BDSM too? Did you have a D/s marriage or relationship?

MC: I don’t mind you asking about my wife. She was vanilla, and I didn’t really come into my own until the first woman I was with after my divorce introduced me to bondage. I’d always been interested in it, but hadn’t allowed myself to explore that side of myself until about a decade ago.

Sophie: Thanks for telling me about that. So how did you “learn” to be a good Dom? Did you have a mentor? Did you do local events? Or just research and teach yourself as you explored?

MC: Basically all self-taught. I hated all the traditional BDSM play and toys. I was never satisfied with what was available out there, so I invented my own toys using household items. I used my imagination to control my subs with the games and tasks I came up with to keep them on edge. I’ve never gotten into “the scene” so to speak. I’m very private, and for me it’s all about imagination and staying fresh with new innovation and scenes. Any more questions?

Sophie: No, sir. Thanks for answering them.

MC: I have a very delicious bondage task set up for you to play. You will need complete privacy around the home to play and enjoy. (Lock your doors this time.) Let me know when you have some time, and I’ll send the game to keep you hungry and helpless. Hopefully you will have time later this evening to play with and entertain that hot wet cunt that needs filling so bad. Be a wet little girl for me.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

I feared I was in trouble. The night before, MC and I had a late-night play session scheduled, but I was late. It was my dog’s fault, but I didn’t expect MC to think that was an acceptable excuse.

I’d opened the front door to check and see if a package I ordered had come, and Felix must have seen something outside that got his attention because he sprang past me and took off barking down the street. Worried he’d get lost or hit by a car, I threw on my flip-flops and headed down the street looking for him. It took me over an hour, but I finally found him sniffing a rose bush on the next street over.

I clipped on his leash and fussed at him all the way home. His wagging tail and bounding gait told me he’d enjoyed that little brush with freedom. But when I got home I had to rush to get ready for my Skype date with MC. I wound up signing on five minutes late, and he seemed pissed.

He started it off with a punishment session, and I was proud of how well I withstood all the painful swats, zings, and scrapes he put me through. The rest of the session had been fine, but it definitely lacked the passion we usually shared and his enthusiasm seemed to wane.

This morning we met online for a recap, and I was a little nervous.

Sophie: Sir, I apologize about not being ready on time last night for our session. Life threw me some unplanned things, and you know how it is. Sometimes when you have responsibilities you have to put them above your hedonistic desires. Sad, but… that’s what we are supposed to do.

MC: Set up and preparation are critical, and as I said to you, I send specially designed tasks with preparation in mind for the future. If you don’t get these tasks done, it ultimately hurts our sessions.

Sophie: But I was able to make it to the session, even though I was tardy. I appreciate you bearing with me, sir. Our session was yummy as always. Here are my thoughts: The forks bring heavenly pain—I love them. But those nipple clamps I tried were too small, and I couldn’t get them on. My nipples weren’t fitting in them right, and the frustration on top of the pain made it unbearable!

MC: You need to find clamps that work. Clothespins will definitely work with the cuffs, and can be used for other scenes as well if you want to buy a dozen or so.

Sophie: That’s a good idea. Thanks. I’ll do that. Back to the session—I loved at the end when I was lying on my bed and you were telling me that you wanted to fuck me with my legs on your shoulders. That was really hot. I was fucking myself with my vibe, and it really turned me on to hear you come. That’s one of my favorite parts, especially when you talked about coming all over me or inside of me. Sometimes that makes me climax again.

MC: You are truly becoming a greedy little girl. One session soon, we will have you make me come several times.

Sophie: My nipples are staying so sore and sensitive these days from the slapping and other things.

MC: Mmmm… perfect. We need those nipples nice and tender so you have me with you at all times.

Sophie: I really like a Dom who’s in control, and you are excellent at this. You can definitely keep me “scared of you” and “in my place” in a scene, but now I know you well enough to know that you are also a reasonable person in real life. Last night did seem to lack a little intensity, however.

MC: That is a fear when we start to get too personal. I think this particular session got off to a bad start, and we never gained momentum. Don’t worry. The intensity will go way up once all the toys and configuration are in place. What else did you enjoy?

Sophie: I love when you tell me to give you my cunt.

MC: You are becoming such a greedy fucktoy. Tell me about when you came.

Sophie: I honestly don’t remember now if I came or not when I was in the chair, but I did when I was on the bed. I came twice, back-to-back. Once and then again right after I heard you come. That’s so hot it often makes me come again. But I have been feeling a bit pressured to come.

MC: I am learning about your body and how it reacts. When I work with a cam it’s easier because I can observe your reactions, so not using one gives us some constraints. But that’s fine. We will do what we can.

Sophie: I wish I could keep training forever. I love this and am having so much fun, getting so much out of it.

MC: Training can be ongoing. It is endless, and perhaps we will get a few days in a row this summer where we can have some back-to-back play sessions. Are you ready for me to bite into your thighs today?

I gulped. Then typed back.

Sophie: Please bite me, sir.

CHAPTER TWENTY

The training relationship between MC and me seemed to be heating up. Up until now all of our nighttime play sessions were orchestrated in advance. He occasionally gave me filthy tasks to do when we chatted during the day, but the phone sessions were prearranged.

So I was surprised when I was eating dinner one evening at my parents’ house, and I received a text from him.

MC: My lust has been racing all day. I want to put you through a very demanding play session. Are you available later tonight?

Me: Yes.

Goosebumps rose on my skin at the thought of a session tonight. It was short notice, sure, but what else did I have to do?

“What’s that, dear?” my mother asked, glancing up from her Cornish hen.

I gulped. Not wanting to give Bunny any reason to be suspicious, I answered, “Just a text from a friend.”