9
Ansel
This damn woman was determined to make me break my own rules and fuck her right here on this couch. As much as I’d love to punish her again, I kept a level head and reminded myself of the standard of discipline I sought to maintain with Regina.
“You took your punishment well today, Dr. Regina.”
She didn’t reply, but the defiance mixed with the curiosity in her gaze bent my lips into a smile. She wasn’t a pushover, and I liked that aspect of her. However, I wasn’t sure what I’d do next if she told me no again.
“Will you be my submissive?”
“You made me orgasm with all my clothes on. What do you expect me to say?”
“I expect you to give me an answer. The right answer.”
“And if I don’t?” she questioned, with one of her brows raised.
Regina had no idea who the hell she was playing with. She was pouring gas on an out of control blaze, but I believed she knew what she was doing. The defiance in her was pissing me off, turning me on, and had my dick hard enough to crack concrete.
A part of Regina was afraid of me, but there was also a part of her that wouldn’t allow herself to be fully dominated. It was that spark in her I’d noticed the moment I’d met her. It had glowed through her sadness and burned through her fear.
That spark would make her the most exciting submissive I’d had. Regina wasn’t like the others who only sought domination. Those that allowed me to get away with shit I’d hoped they’d dispute. I believed Regina would challenge me, and I liked it. When my lips started to curl into a smile, I suppressed it and prepared to answer her question.
“If you don’t give me my answer,” I leaned in and placed my lips against her ear, “you will be punished repeatedly until you give me everything I want.”
When she turned her face to meet mine, I didn’t back away and neither did she. Our faces were inches apart as we breathed each other’s air.
“I’ll be your submissive under a few conditions,” she stated, her gaze on mine.
What the fuck?She was giving me conditions now? The spark in Regina burned hotter than I imagined. I’d never been opposed by a potential submissive. I’d never even shopped for one. Subs chased me or were recommended. They did whatever I ordered them to do, which was follow my every command. Regina was the one I’d had to persuade.
“What conditions are you proposing?” I questioned, curious as to what she’d ask for.
“Will you explain what it means to be your submissive, and will we get to be regular people or will we always be in Dom and Sub mode?”
Hell, I’d tell her whatever the hell she wanted to hear as long as she gave me what I wanted.
“As my submissive, the main thing, the number one thing I’ll require of you is your trust. Like I told you earlier, forget whatever you’ve heard. Our relationship will not be about me getting off on punishing you or doing dirty, freaky, and nasty things to you all the time. My aim is to explore you, learn what your deepest darkest desires are. Find your pleasure zones and stimulate them. Push you to embrace your sexual appetite, to experience pleasure and discover new desires and indulge in them. Eventually, I’ll teach you to find the same in me. I’ll inflict pain to stimulate pleasure. I don’t do humiliation like some Dom’s because it doesn’t do shit for me.”
“And you think that I could be a good submissive?” she questioned, still unsure of herself.
“Yes, Doc. I not only think so, I know you would. However, I must stress that this is not a traditional relationship. There won’t be any pillow talk, snuggling, or candlelit dinners, but it will be mutually satisfying in other ways.”
She sat patiently, hanging on to my every word. I appreciated that she asked questions—that she wasn’t falling into this with blinders on. I’d underestimated Regina.
“Bondage, Domination, Submission, and Masochism. Some embrace it as a lifestyle. Some treat it as a dirty little secret they don’t want anyone else to know about. Some treat it as a fad or phase they go through. It means something different to each individual.
“Embracing it doesn’t mean that you lose who you are. It means that you have preferences that are beyond what society deems normal. There are D/s who switch. They enjoy each role, but each partner would have to enjoy switching. For some, this lifestyle is more about power and control than it is about sex. Some love the control, and some can’t go without being dominated.”
Regina’s interest was written in her body language. She leaned closer, tilting her head as her ears perked a bit. Her gaze bounced back and forth from my lips to my hand gestures.
“For some, to have their power stripped away and to allow another complete control, it provides them the ultimate high, the best thrill, the most pleasurable sexual encounters. There are dungeons and clubs that cater to the specific needs of the D/s team or specifically to single males or females. Some people have a desire to be spanked or tortured or tied up. Some may crave choking or may want to watch a male or female masturbate so they can get off. Hell, I’ve seen some that like to get enemas.”
This revelation raised her eyebrows but didn’t deter her curiosity.
“Some men may enjoy dressing in women’s clothes or some may want to dress like a baby. Some wish to fulfill rape fantasies where they are the victims or the attacker. People are willing to seek ways to satisfy their needs no matter how debauched society sees them. Society may see perverts, but we are merely people who have identified and accepted that we prefer something different.
“The people who embrace BDSM are not pedophiles or sexual deviants. Most are normal people that simply have extra needs. Rather than go through life unfulfilled because they have kinky desires, they seek places or like-minded individuals that give them an outlet to have those needs satisfied. The life is portrayed as dark and evil on television and in magazines because they focus on pinpointing the negative and most extreme cases.”