Sub*lime

Sub*lime- Part III

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My discomfort hadn't dissipated over the days. I silently soaped my Dom's back as he stood in the shower lathering his chest and stomach. The water splashed on my arms and face occasionally but I wasn't supposed to care about it, and didn't. I went to the medicine cabinet to retrieve a razor.

I leaned over and began to shave his pubic hair some to make it look neater. Getting both sides even took a steady hand and concentration. I stepped back some to study my efforts, then look up to his face. "Are you pleased, Sir?"

He looked down and inspected, then gazed at the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. He merely nodded.

I rinsed the soap off of him with a spray nozzle, massaging my hand into his skin. I dried him with a fluffy beach towel, and slipped him into a terry cloth robe and slippers.

We went into the bedroom and he sat back on the bed. I kneeled down before him to oil his body. I started at his toes, then went up to his shins and thighs with gentle strokes. I always took good care of him and his body. In addition to bathing and shaping his pubic hair, I always helped shave his face and had learned to comb his hair just the way he did.

The time was quiet and was a perfect opportunity to voice my concern about what had taken place the Saturday before. I opened my mouth with glazed eyes.

"Sir?"

"Yes?"

My lips were parted; I inhaled a bit and held my breath while struggling to speak.

"What's wrong, slave?"

"…W-when… when you…" I paused a second and thought deeply. "When did you first know that you were a Dom?"

He grunted with amusement. "When I was ten years old."

"Oh, yeah?"

"I tied up the little girl next door during a game of cops and robbers."

"You did?"

"I didn't want to untie her. She started crying. I started laughing."

I ran my thumbs along his spine firmly, hoping it felt good to him.

"That started it all," he said.

"I see."

"That's all you wanted to know?" he curiously asked.

"Uh… yes, sir."

I chickened out. I didn't want to anger or disappoint him. Our relationship was going sublimely since he first spanked me on his living room sofa and conflict would only jeopardize that. My goal was to please and not fail him. How I wished that I could just forever serve him the way I was doing right then. I really enjoyed it.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, and I knew my actions were pleasing him.

"Where's your collar?" he asked.

I silently got up and offered it to him.

"Put it on. You'll look good in it tonight." He smiled.

I swallowed hard, and hesitated but complied. "We're going somewhere tonight, Sir?"

"We'll take a little walk. Every bitch should have a collar on when she's being walked, don't you think?"

"Um yes, Sir. But you know… I really don't feel like going out, if we're going to be doing… you know, what happened last weekend."

He interlocked his fingers in a patronizing way. "Who asked what you felt like doing?"

I stared at the floor and winced. "I'm just telling you how I feel. I don't think doing that type of thing is worth it. Please don't be mad at me for saying this," I almost whispered.

"I'm not mad. Just insulted." He stood up. "I didn't think you were the smart-ass type."

He grabbed my collar tight and yanked me to the floor.

"Please, Sir, I'm not trying to be a- ah …."

He shoved a neon green dildo into my mouth and strapped it stationary. My wrists were then tied to a beam.

"Now you stay still until I decide whether or not to tear into your ass with my bullwhip."

I breathed hard and uneven. My Dom didn't look too upset with me and I got the distinct feeling he thought we were playing a game. I yearned to talk to him, though, and moaned out pleadingly.

"Get comfortable, meat, you'll be in that position for a long fucking time."

I took a very deep, discouraged breath and went limp on exhale. The house was quiet. He left me in the room and I could hear him doing housework. Ironically he still liked such activities even with me around to order about. Constrained and gagged and laying back, I begin to get bored and sleepy after long minutes passed. My breathing slowed down and though the need to express myself was urgent, I drifted off to sleep.

" Wake up ."

I was slapped awake by him and untied. When I stood, joint stiffness made me limp behind him to the bed, where he had laid an outfit out for me. There was a black sequined tube top, a gold micro skirt, and black loafers on the floor. Again, socks and underwear weren't present.

When we were ready to depart, I noticed he was wearing his knee high boots and stared down at them as I boldly asked, "Don't you think we stand out enough in public as it is?"

He pursed his lips. "You're just deciding to have a field day aren't you?"

He retrieved his biggest leather slapper and smacked it against the back of my thigh. Tears watered my eyes.

"You disrespect me one more time and you won't be seeing me for at least a week."

I gasped silently. The ultimate punishment, worst than any physical pain he could dream up for me. I lowered my head and obediently followed him though the front door.

The night was electric as always and felt surreal. My stomach was starting to hurt, and I silently prayed that our trip would go as uneventful as a night of outside flashing and fucking could.

"Right here is fine."

We stopped at a green bench in front of a small park. The only other person in sight was inside its iron fence, a man who lurked about like a drug dealer.

"Is that one of those Penny Savers?" My Dom asked while squinting towards a newsstand on the opposite corner. "I wouldn't mind flipping through one of those right now."

Without needing further prompting, I stepped to head towards them but he stopped me. I curiously look into his face, then down at my tube top, which he took in his hands. He pulled down the garment.

My mouth parted in horror. I threw a look to the newsstand and could've sworn that the distance between me and it had doubled. I squeezed together my sweaty, shaking palms.

"Not one word," he advised me sternly. "You're going to reinforce your submission to me tonight."

I didn't dare object. I knew he would make his earlier threat reality if I challenged his authority once more. But what if someone saw me?

"Don't fail, for your own sake," he said.

I swallowed hard and turned around slowly. I launched myself forward and rushed towards the newspapers, which was a good thirty feet away. My knees buckled and shame drenched me as my tits were on display for anyone to see. And though no one was around to, I might as well have been walking across a soccer stadium crammed with ogling spectators.

Then I gasped. A yellow cab darted along the intersection and I raised my arms, prepared to cover myself. Luckily the car was too far up to notice me. I resisted the temptation to look back at my Dom, wanting to appear confident in my willingness to please him. I was halfway to my destination.

Then finally arriving there, I opened the glass door of the box and got out a paper with a fiercely trembling hand. I turned back around and quietly counted my footsteps to steady my mind. I kept my eyes on my Dom, who was glancing down at his shoes and examining their shine in the night glow. I was almost back, I thought in relief before noticing that I had caught the park lurker's attention. I lowered my head and continued on bravely. The sidewalk moved too slow for me. At last, I was staring My Dom's boots. Still looking down, I handed him the Penny Saver.

"You did good."

I put on a weak smile and waited impatiently for my top to be pulled back up.

" Hey, now …" I heard a laughing voice say. I knew it was the guy in the park and his voice was nearer. I squeezed my eyes shut.

"What do we have here?"

"Do you like what you see?" My Dom asked.

He paused and answered lively. "Yeah, as a matter of fact. Is she for sale?"

My heart sank and jumped simultaneously when he said, "Yeah, for forty dollars. You can use my car up the street."

"Sure thing, buddy. You're all right."

"I know."

"Just one more thing, though…."

I couldn't believe what was happening. Didn't my Dom respect my body enough not to just give it away carelessly to a stranger? Didn't he respect my mind enough to understand that I wasn't going to enjoy either the act nor the humiliation associated with it? I thought he at least cared for me enough to know that I had limitations and wanted them to be respected. I was about to be on the verge of tears, not knowing how the night could get worst. But then it did.

The lurking stranger reached down into his shirt and pulled out a badge on a neck chain.

"I'm a police officer. And you're both under arrest."