Sub*lime

Sub*lime- Final Part IV

*

"You're full of shit," my Dom spat skeptically.

"No shitting," the cop assured.

Then in a split second I was yanked forward as my Dom grabbed my wrist and decided to try and make a run for it.

" Halt! " the cop barked, then said to backup, " Guys, they're getting away!"

I managed to pull my top back up and cradled my bouncing chest with my free arm as we ran for our lives.

"I told you this was a dumb thing to do!" I cried.

" Shut the fuck up ."

My legs continued to pump as I heard car wheels screech behind me. An unmarked police car sped alongside us and its engine hummed aggressively. There was no way we'd get away, I miserably thought.

"Stop and get on the ground," a megaphone told us.

My Dom yanked me through a dark alleyway between a discount store and a Laundromat. We burst through on the other side and I threw a look back, seeing that detectives were pulling themselves out of the vehicle to run after us.

We sprinted up a hill. My legs were burning and my lungs were ready to give up. I knew I wouldn't be able to go much longer. Images of being fingerprinted and locked behind a cage door flashed through my mind. And what for? All so that my Dom could get some cheap sleazy kicks.

I knew he was exhausted, too, as we both involuntarily slowed down to a fast walk. We were nearing a red SUV parked on the curb. A guy was placing a large box inside.

"Hey, where's the fire?" he called to us good-naturedly.

He looked like a cross between a professional wrestler and a hippie. He had long, dry blond hair and a connecting beard and weighed at least 400lbs. An American flag-printed scarf was around his head, a leather vest on over a KISS T-shirt, and he wore beach trunks and dingy white sneakers.

"We… we're in a hurry, to get… home," My Dom gasped, then struggled hard to swallow. I'm sure his throat was as bone-dry as mines.

"You think… you could, give us, a lift?" He was already climbing into the back. I followed deep inside and doubled over, my body heaving. I wiped the sweat raining down my face. I was drenched in it.

We both panted like dogs and coughed as the wrestler/hippie slid the door closed, to my sweet relief. I wondered why he was being so helpful to perfect strangers as he struggled to pull himself inside and plop his body behind the stirring wheel. When he succeeded he exhaled victoriously.

"Hey, ya guys both sound parched. I got some cans of soda back there… watch out for the box, I got five pounds of live crabs in it."

We gulped the hot, bubbly drinks down, sitting very low in the seat. It was easy to since we were both exhausted. The guy started his ignition and the air conditioner blasted us with frosty wind and I felt like I was being sanctified.

We still gasped around ten minutes more. The guy was driving us down a two lane street, and the detective's car whizzed right by us without a clue. I took a deep breath, leaning my head back and resting my eyes. My hands still shook, but the terror and panic was departing my body.

"So, where ya two headed?"

"Home," my Dom replied and told him the street.

"Sure thing, but first let me drop off these blue shells at my joint."

"Thanks a lot, pal."

"The name's Bubba Jack."

"Wolfgang," my Dom lied. He didn't bother to offer a name for me, and neither did I.

Bubba Jack rambled on about his motorcycle which was in the shop, then jumped around to the subjects of Star Trek, Stephen Hawkings, and the Illuminati ruling the planet.

My Dom had relaxed and was participating in the conversation with amusement. I think he was actually giddy by the brush with the police and moreover that we had escaped. I rested my head in my hand, anxious to get back to the sanctum of home.

But our new friend offered us inside his apartment for something colder to drink. When my Dom agreed, I prayed that he didn't have anything else outrageous in mind.

"Does your companion talk?" Bubba Jack asked him.

My Dom took a long gulp of his wine cooler. "When I tell her to."

I sat next to him demurely on a red couch as dingy as Bubba's shoes. He smiled, speaking as if I wasn't even present.

"So… are you her pimp?"

"Master."

Bubba leaned his head to the side curiously. I darted my eyes around his crummy little place, filled with magazines and dusty books. A tank was in the corner with fish that didn't move. I cut my gaze away from it.

"Master? How's that?"

"She's my property, my piece of meat. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, Sir." I nodded.

"No fooling? So- she does everything ya tell her to?"

"Everything." He removed the leather slapper from his waistband.

"Swallow?"

"Swallow, rim, you name it."

A look of wonder and awe swept over his pudgy pale face. "God, did ya take a time machine back a couple of centuries? Where do I find one of those?"

My Dom only smiled and gulped more of his drink thirstily.

"And, uh, you guys had to run from the cops because you were pimping her?"

Still he didn't answer.

"I mean it's okay if ya were," Bubba quickly said. His eyes then scanned over my flesh nervously, and the hot soda and wine cooler started to toss and churned around in my stomach.

"She's not for sale," my Dom calmly explained, and my furrowed expression melted. I wanted to throw my arms around him and kiss his cheeks many times.

"So what were your running from? You pull a scam on someone out there?"

"We were in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Look, I have three hundred dollars." Bubba stood up as if he were going to search for it. "I just need a woman, any woman, I don't care. I don't have the guts to blow my horn at a streetwalker, much less talk to normal woman. I just need someone… Even for one night."

Me and my Dom exchanged apprehensive stares. Bubba was turning out to be neurotic and weirder than I first thought. My Dom slid himself to the edge of his seat, preparing to stand.

"Look, she's my property. And she doesn't fuck for money, only for me. Me , and no other man."

Bubba seemed to have retrieved the money.

"I really hate that you said that."

He pulled his hand out of a side table drawer but instead of green paper I found myself staring at silver metal. My jaw dropped when I realized he was aiming a gun at us.

*

"Oh, God," I moaned under my breath. What a nightmare this escapade was turning out to be.

My Dom shot to his feet. "Just what do you want?"

"Stay right where you are, Boots, and ya won't get hurt."

" Answer my fucking question."

"Okay. I want your piece of meat. I told ya," his voice was soft. "I'd pay. And I mean that."

"You think I need your goddamn money?"

"I don't know. But I need your girl. And that's what I'm going to have."

My Dom looked disgusted. I glared at him, and had begun trembling again. I didn't know which one I despised more right then, that desperate, obese kook or "Wolfgang".

"You use that thing on her?" Bubba eyed the slapper.

"I own it, don't I? I use it."

"Well… use it on her now, if you don't mind…"

"Wolfgang" then gave me a look and saw my scowl aimed at him. He sadly lowered his eyes and, with the gun aimed at him, moved towards me.

"Do what ya two normally do," Bubba said.

Like my Dom, I had no choice but to comply. Standing to my feet, I turned away from him and he lifted my little skirt up and bent me over a little on the couch. He smacked my ass with the slapper without passion or enthusiasm, and I knew he was hating this as much as me.

"It's unbelievable that people actually get off on this type of thing," Bubba marveled.

My Dom took it upon himself to stop. He lowered my skirt soberly.

"Hey, I'd like to try that. Tie her hands up. Here, there's some twine in the drawer."

He reluctantly retrieved it and I placed my hands behind my back. He tied my wrists together then on Bubba's instructions I sat back down and "Wolfgang" started to secure my ankles together. Bubba intervened.

"No, I forgot, that would be dumb, wouldn't it? No, you just put your hands behind your back so I can tie you up."

My Dom did so, and Bubba waddled to grab more twine. It was horrible enough this guy was going to assault me; the thought of seeing my Dom being dominated- and by another guy at that- would be unbearable for me. Tears ran down my face.

He said to Bubba, "This is really fucked up what you're trying to do."

The guy blushed deeply. "I'm not a bad person, really. Try to understand. And don't worry, I'm not going to make you watch us…"

Bubba stood behind him with the thin rope. Needing both his hands free to use it, he placed his gun in his waistband. The second after he did my Dom spun around and grabbed it. I screamed. Bubba tried to pry the weapon away and the two struggled together like bulls locked at the horns.

I wriggled to pull myself loose and help, but damn Wolfgang, he tied an excellent knot. Bubba was gasping for breath and glistening with sweat, ready to collapse only after a minute. My Dom easily took control of the gun and walloped him across the face with it. Bubba shrieked like a schoolgirl cupped his nose.

Then the detectives burst through the front door and began firing their weapons, spraying all three of us with large-caliber bullets. The pain of each tearing into my flesh was excruciating and I screamed and bawled until I was piercing my own eardrums with my voice.

*

I lurched upward with a cry and realized that I was no longer on the stranger's couch, or even in his living room. There was no blood oozing from wounds in my body. No cops in the door way or fallen bodies laying at my feet; no Bubba Jack.

Finally realizing I had been dreaming the whole thing, I scanned my surroundings. My Dom was lying next to me lightly snoring. My garter stockings were twisted around on my legs, and my lacy red bra that unclasped from the front was strewn on his chair. Seeing that, stark disappointment struck me.

None of it had really happened. Everything had been a dream since the night of our supper date; our entire relationship and all he had taught me through domination had just been a product of my hyper-sexual subconscious. I choked out a disappointed sob and resentful tears swelled in my eyes. I felt cheated.

After a few moments of depression, I swallowed the huge lump in my throat and decided to lighten up. The date had gone very good, after all, and the sex was even better. It wasn't the end of the world. And maybe… just maybe my friend would be willing to explore my newfound desires with me. He had in fact pushed and bitten me, which was an interesting sign. That had been real.

I sat up to go get my half-drank cappuccino from the living room.

"Where are you going? I mean, like, you still owe me three hundred dollars worth of fucking."

I shot a look towards the familiar voice and saw Bubba Jack's enormous silhouette standing at the foot of the bed, before the window.

" What- " And I yelled out in horror.

"Why do you keep screaming for?" My friend uttered with irritation, and tossed himself over, slapping his pillow.

My eyes flung open, and I stayed perfectly still for about half a minute, until I was sure that I wasn't dreaming that time. Satisfied that I was awake, I was relieved to understand what was really going on. I wondered how long I had been tied to the beam asleep. My lips were chapped and abundant saliva had gathered in my mouth where the dildo was stuffed. My limbs had fallen asleep and my right buttock was numb. I called out to my Dom by moaning loudly in pain.

He came into the room, wiping his hands on a dishtowel. He wore a smirk. "Learn your lesson?"

" Mmmmmm … Mmmm mmmm ."

He removed the gag. My jaw cracked and was sore as I spoke. "Sir, I can't go out with you tonight, please understand my feelings. I'm not being a smart ass. I'm talking to you as a person, not a sub, and I'm asking you to listen the same way. Please don't expose me anymore to strangers."

He stood and frowned curiously. I could see that he was taking me seriously then. "What's wrong?"

"I don't like it. It scares me a whole lot. We could get arrested, or run across some sexual sociopath, or offend someone who might try to put us in our place or something like that and I just feel if we can prevent things like that from happening to us we should." The words tumbled from my mouth and I had to take a deep breath when I was done.

The nightmares I had awakened from had alarmed me a great deal, and I was still feeling the effects of them. It gave me the courage to speak my mind without caring about jeopardizing things with him.

After a few moments of staring silence, he said to me, "Relax. If you get that stressed out about it, we won't do it anymore."

"We won't?" My eyebrows arched high.

"No, we won't."

My mouth was parted as I continued to look at him. He must've known how hard I found his conceding because of what he said next.

"Listen, I take pride in being a good Dom. A big part of that is respecting a sub's limitations. We tried something, you despise it, so we can move on and focus on the things we both can enjoy together. You got that?"

I felt serenity then. "Yes, Sir."

"Now… is there anything else?"

"Yes, Sir. Do you know any men named Bubba?"

He snickered. "I don't think I will ever know any man named Bubba."

The energy between us became filled with mirth. He ushered me up and secured me in the bondage chair. He began to light small candles, and picked up his set of forceps, all for some great one-on-one play, in private .

The End