CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was a lazy, rainy Sunday afternoon in Seattle. The weather was
typical for April, cool rain instead of cold rain. Cole and Monica
had played heavily the night before and it felt good to just sit
around the house and talk. Their conversation turned to Cole's
experiences in the scene and his previous play partners. Monica
believed that she could get to know him better by finding out more
about his past. She delicately maneuvered him into discussing how he
came to have so many kinky friends.
"Tell me about the women you've played with Howard, were they all
gorgeous?"
"Not all of them, by any means. You don't need to be beautiful to be
submissive. People in the scene come in all shapes and sizes." he
paused for a thoughtful moment, "Maybe it would be easier to show
you."
Cole got up from the sofa where they were chatting and went into his
office for a moment. He took what appeared to be a large professional
sized photo album from a locked cabinet and brought it back to the
living room.
"I didn't know you had that," she exclaimed. As they looked through
the photo album, Monica asked just the right questions to draw out the
story of his kinky explorations. She watched his eyes intently and
listened to him explain how it all started.
"When I first understood that I was turned on by SM, it was still
considered a form of mental illness." he began. "Then, when I found
the Seattle SM scene, I guess I went through all the usual stages."
Cole's first club meeting was a revelation. Realizing that there
really were other people in his city who had the same forbidden
desires was a major discovery. The fact that they felt good about it
was stunning.
"I was very impressed with the constant emphasis on safety and
personal responsibility, since it matched my own philosophy. I went
to a few monthly meetings before I felt comfortable enough to start
talking with other people and discussing my own preferences."
"My primary kinky interest at the time was photography. I had always
enjoyed looking at well produced bondage magazines and videos." He
was also an excellent semi-professional photographer and had recently
moved into a custom built house with a basement photo studio.
"My first attempt at sharing my kink with others was an offer to take
high quality pictures of anyone who wished to pose for SM photos. I
didn't really expect any responses, but it made me feel like I was
participating in the social activities of the club."
To his surprise a woman came up to him after the meeting and wanted to
discuss her interest in being photographed in various bondage
positions. Her name was Donna and she was a classic California blonde
with large firm breasts on a tall, skinny frame and very long,
straight blonde hair. Donna had discovered the scene a few months
before Cole. She was a single mother, around thirty, and was looking
for chances to explore the secrets that she had kept inside herself.
They agreed to a time for the first photo session and she politely
refused his offer to have her bring a friend to act as chaperone.
Using the soft portrait lights, they arranged various bondage poses.
She was attached to the ceiling, spread-eagled on the floor and tied
to a chair in classic bondage magazine style. When he printed the
photos, the results were surprising. They both agreed that their
favorite shot was a simple pose that showed Donna kneeling with her
wrists bound by a bright red satin scarf. It wasn't just the fact
that her blonde hair and tanned breasts were so sexy. The one vital
element was the appearance of submission.
The other poses turned out well too and Donna was happy to share them
with others at the club meetings. She and Cole became good friends.
They attended some private play parties together and tried to find
what they were looking for in each other. It didn't take long for
them to realize that they weren't sufficiently compatible to create a
serious relationship, but he would always remember her fondly as his
first playmate. It took more than a shared interest in bondage to
make a viable couple.
As a result of those first photographs, other scene people approached
him to photograph them engaged in their particular types of fetish
activity. Although he personally preferred female submissive themes,
he learned to create attractive photos of many types of kinky scenes.
The photo studies of tattoos and piercings were particularly artistic.
Shooting the Femdoms with their submissive male partners was more
difficult, but turned out well after a little practice. His favorite
sessions involved maledom/femsub couples, who would sometimes engage
in hot play while he looked on through the viewfinder waiting for just
the right second to capture the energy and erotic joy of the moment.
Cole would often leave them alone for a while when he was done
shooting. He enjoyed seeing them come up the stairs later with big
satisfied smiles.
As Monica leafed through the large portfolio, she pointed to one
picture and asked, "Who's this woman with the long hair? Is she one
of the pro-Dommes?"
"Yes, that's Mistress Kitty. Very nice woman on the surface.
Unfortunately she likes to collect men. She has a perfectly good
submissive husband, but the poor bastard has to live with the fact
that his wife prefers the company of her various lovers and slaves.
There is something about becoming a pro-Domme that has a bad effect on
many of the women who do it. I suppose it has something to do with
being worshipped by too many men who are willing to pay for the
privilege."
"I can see how that might bring out the dark side of someone's
personality," Monica said.
Cole went on to explain that he created an extensive collection of
bondage and fetish photography. When he photographed his scene
friends, the agreement was that he would retain one or two nice prints
of the session. The negatives and all the remaining prints were given
to the person or couple who posed. It seemed like a mutually
rewarding arrangement and it helped Cole meet a large number of people
who shared at least some of his feelings about sexuality.
He looked over her shoulder as she continued to scan the kinky images.
The people in the photos were not all beautiful. Some were thin, some
fat. Some were very attractive, although he knew that his artistic
skills were partly responsible. He told her a little about each of
the people and the circumstances surrounding their photo session.
Monica could see that some of the couples were having a very intense
erotic experience. She was impressed with the quality of the photos,
but a little jealous when she realized that all these people had
shared her master's life before she appeared.
"Master, how do I compare to all these women in the pictures? Am I
attractive enough for you?"
"Don't worry, Little One. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever
seen."
"Thank you Master," the subby tone in her voice was obvious.
"I've thought about photographing you like that and I'm sure you're
very photogenic, but there's something that keeps me from doing it.
It's taken me a while to figure it out. I think that I took many of
those pictures so that I could have something to hold onto after those
people were gone. It's different with you. I know that you'll always
be here for me to pose any way I want, to tie up, to fuck, to spank,
to snuggle with. Rather than reach for a photo, I just reach for you.
See what I mean?"
"Yes Master." Her irregular breathing signaled her arousal.
"I hear that, Little One. Looking at these pictures makes me horny
too. Do you want to go into the dungeon?"
With scented candles and good music to create the proper atmosphere in
the dungeon, Cole announced that he would be giving Monica a lesson on
proper felatio technique. He had noticed that she was a bit
inexperienced and that was not acceptable. They used the low futon
bed that was covered with a black linen sheet.
Lying nude on his back, he instructed her to begin softly stroking his
half erect organ with her fingertips. He guided her to the most
sensitive spots and told her how she would be punished if she gripped
him too hard or allowed her teeth to touch him while she was giving
him pleasure.
When he was almost fully erect, he told her to take his penis entirely
into her mouth and apply as much suction as she could. This
immediately made him completely hard and he had to turn his thoughts
elsewhere for a moment to prevent himself from becoming too aroused.
She performed the licking and kissing tasks perfectly, running her
tongue along the underside and gently kissing the head. He showed her
how to grab his balls with just the right amount of force to pull the
skin tighter on the penis and enhance the sensations. She only hurt
him a little in her enthusiasm to perform well.
When he reached the limit of his willpower, he announced, "You have
done reasonably well, Little One. I'd say you've moved up to Felatrix
Second Class. You only let your teeth touch me twice and you pulled
too hard on your Master's balls once. Bring me the cane so that you
can receive three strokes. You will kneel on the bed with your ass
up."
She seemed to prance across the wood floor with the cane held before
her in both hands. After presenting the instrument to her master, she
knelt on the edge of the low bed and bent forward so that her head was
touching the mattress. Her ass was offered up in the perfect position
to receive a caning.
"Arch your back more. Let your nipples touch the bed as lightly as
possible."
Standing to her left, Cole sliced her buttocks three times with the
rattan cane and listened to her inhale sharply and moan sweetly with
each stroke. "Hold that position," he ordered.
Moving directly behind her, he trapped her ankles between his knees
and reached down to finger her cunt. He was not surprised when his
fingers felt like they were sucked into the wet opening.
Damn, she's tight, he thought. He did not understand how she could be
so tight and so wet at the same time. Most women loosened up when
they were wet and aroused, but not Monica. He used his hand to guide
his virile organ into her and began the slow in and out movement that
would bring him to orgasm. He could tell that she was going to climax
before he did, but when he was feeling this dominant, he didn't care
about anything except using her for his own pleasure. Of course, that
was just the way Monica liked it.
To increase his own arousal, he reached around to pinch her hard
nipples, which had the unintended result of putting her over the
orgasmic edge. He had to hold onto her hips desperately with both
hands to keep his overheated weapon from being dislodged. When her
wild pelvic motions partially subsided, he was able to remove his
right hand from her hip and brought it down with great force on her
ass. "Stop moving slut! I'm going to come in you and I want you to
hold still for me. Give me your hands"
"Yes, Master."
Keeping her head down, she placed her hands together behind her back
and he grabbed her wrists as if they were reins. With a flurry of
quick thrusts, he allowed the hot sensation in his cock to spread
farther into his balls and then throughout his body. When he came, he
felt like the end of his erupting phallus was disintegrating in a
fireball of lust.
Lying in bed together later, Monica brought up something that she had
been thinking about for some time. "Howard, do you know what I miss?"
"What's that, my dear?"
"Your pro-dom career. It was one of the things that I found most
attractive about you and you haven't seen any customers since we got
together."
"We've been pretty busy with each other," Cole said, "but maybe it's
time to get back in business. I haven't posted any ads in months, but
I'm still getting email from women who are interested. Apparently,
they're hearing about me from previous customers. I've been telling
them about you and they don't seem to mind that I have a partner now.
In fact, they seem to prefer it that way."
Monica sat up and started massaging his back. "Master, do you think I
could be your assistant, like we talked about a few months ago?"
Face down on the bed, Cole answered, "I'd love it and I think our
customers would too. Oooh, rub that area some more."
After a minute of contemplation, Cole said, "I did have a request from
someone new recently, but I've been putting her off. She's very
interesting, let me tell you about her."
