I checked my phone for about the 3 millionth time this week. Still nothing. It had been six agonizing days since James (Sir James? Master James? Not really sure how any of this D/s stuff works yet) said that he'd call us. I periodically looked not just through my notifications, which were of course completely devoid of his messages or missed phone calls, but also the few apps through which he might try to reach me.
It's probably for the best that we won't see each other again, I told myself, remembering how quickly he was able to take control of me and the situation. Remembering how he made me break my promise to my husband Adam (even making me promise not to call him by his name or "my husband" but rather "my roommate," a phrase that makes me equal parts aroused as deeply scared and disturbed), and bringing me to orgasm right there in the dimly lit corner booth of the bar, while Adam was making out with his girlfriend Jess, elsewhere.
Yes, I told myself, not seeing him again is really for the best. I'm not ready for this type of relationship. I made a commitment to my husband, not some rando Dom we met on a poly dating app.
And then my phone rang.
Oh shit.
It was him. Not a text. A call. Oh shit. Nervously, I answered.
"H-hello..." I said, my heart practically beating out of my chest.
"You mean hello, Sir, pet." He corrected. It wasn't a question. "I'm guessing the roommate is around?"
I looked up, seeing my roommate, I mean husband, across the room, looking on with interest, "Mmmhmm" was all I could manage to get out.
"It's OK. Sorry we haven't reached out. It's been a busy week. But we'd like the two of you to come over for dinner tomorrow. Seven o'clock, sharp. You will wear a dress or a skirt again. I will text you our address."
And then he hung up, without even saying goodbye.
I looked at Adam, "So umm..."
"Was that them?" He asked, eagerly. He, of course, was only thinking about a chance to get with Jess. If he knew the internal turmoil I'd been putting myself through, and the liberties Jess's boyfriend took with me--and no doubt was planning on taking with me tomorrow--he probably wouldn't be so eager.
"Yes...it was, well, it was him, actually. He invited us for dinner tomorrow. Well, it wasn't so much an invitation as a demand..." I trailed away, trying and failing to suppress my feelings of arousal over James's exquisite ability to take control.
"You don't sound so sure..." he said, walking over to me on the couch, putting his hand on my knee to comfort me. His affection only made me feel more conflicted.
"I...I don't know. I'm worried this might be going too fast." I said, though I was worried far more about my own actions, and my own inability to say 'no' than his.
"It's OK, babe..." he squeezed my thigh, "you're my first priority, and I don't want you to forget that. We both kept to our limits last time, so we'll do the same this time."
His words flooded me with guilt. Well, he stuck to his limits. Still, the need to see James, to once again feel his power over me, was too great. "What limits were you thinking?" I asked nervously, knowing deep down that this was exactly the wrong thing to ask or say. I should come clean, or at the very least shut it down. Or allow Adam to enjoy the same kinds of pleasures from Jess that I did from James. And yet, somehow instinctively I knew that James wants to string "my roommate" along. Deep down, so deep that I couldn't even consciously admit it to myself, I knew he wanted to take control of me right under his nose.
I watched as Adam suddenly got a little shy and nervous, "Would it be OK...and of course it's completely fine to say no if it's not...to allow hand stuff? You know...maybe like, touching, fingering. Umm..." he made a slight wanking gesture, "you know."
I let out a nervous chuckle. His shyness was in stark contrast to James's cool confidence and strong actions. I loved Adam dearly, but James awakened this submissive part of me that I never knew I had, making me want things I never knew I needed. And in the process, seeing Adam in a completely different and less flattering light.
Adam snuggled up next to me, as he does when he wants sex. His hands gently stroked my thighs as he kissed me softly. "Is that OK?" He asked, so sweetly. "Mmmhmm" I said into his kisses as he laid me back on the couch. I know he's been so horny this week. Mostly because of Jess. I've been horny too, and yet Adam hasn't made me come once since our date with the other couple. The first night he was just too excited and came everywhere before he could even enter me. But since? It just didn't feel right? Whereas he's never struggled to get me off before, my body needed something--someone--else.
I felt like I was outside of my body, watching from above, as he pulled my shirt over my head and eagerly kissed my breasts, making quick work of my bra. He then started kissing lower, unbuttoning my jeans. I let out a moan, although I really wasn't that aroused. I started licking my pussy through my panties, the way I absolutely loved, but still, nothing. "Yes baby," I moaned, encouraging him, yet feeling completely disconnected from the experience.
I played along, going through the motions as he climbed on top and entered me. Despite myself, I thought about James. Big, powerful James. Master James. I gasped, feeling a wave of arousal as I closed my eyes, imagining his powerful broad shoulders engulfing me, making me feel small, submissive, and completely under his control. All week I've been trying not to think about him. I've not allowed myself to "go there," instead allowing myself to feel like nothing more than a fleshlight for my...roommate. I moaned. A real moan, imagining him thrusting into me. Imagining his bare cock entering me. Taking me. Coming inside me and claiming me. Imagining his power and control. Wondering if he'd have new rules, and if he did, how much it would turn me on to follow them.
"Oh god...Jaaa" I said, nearly shouting out "James" before stopping myself. I kept my eyes shut tight, feeling this cock inside me, feeling the increasingly jagged movements, knowing he's about to come, and finally, imagining James, I let myself go, coming hard as Adam came inside me.
* * * * *
The car ride to their house out in the suburbs was quiet. We were both nervous. I wondered what Adam would do with Jess. And I was equal parts nervous and excited to see what James had in mind for me.
As instructed, I wore a dress, the sexiest one in my admittedly modest collection, a little black number that showed off more legs and cleavage than I was usually comfortable with, but I knew James would approve.
We arrived at 7 o'clock on the dot, as instructed. Their house was massive, even by suburban McMansion standards. I don't know what they did, but they were clearly very wealthy. Our old Prius looked out of place, especially next to the pair of brand-new BMWs in the driveway. We didn't say a word as we walked up, my heels clicking against the pavement was the only sound cutting through the nervous silence.
I rang the doorbell and we waited. The lights were on, and we could hear them inside, but they clearly weren't in a hurry to answer the door. Adam suggested that I ring again, but instinctively I knew that was a bad idea.
"I'm sure they're coming...just relax." I said, with more snap in my tone than intended.
"Come on, this is the second time they've made us wait." He reached over to ring the doorbell himself, and I slapped his hand.
"Just wait." I practically spat, just as the door opened.
My face went bright red, seeing the other couple, all dressed up, his face with a wry grin, knowing his head games were causing us some tension. He was once again in a suit and a white, button-up shirt, no tie. And she was in a red dress with a halter top, no room or need for a bra. As a couple, they each had several inches on both of us. Taller. More attractive. Wealthier. Part of me wondered what they even wanted to do with us. And yet, all of it made me want to be accepted by them more.
They welcomed us in. Any question about how to greet them (a hug? a kiss?) was answered immediately, as Jess wrapped her arms around my husband, kissing him passionately on the lips. I barely had a moment to watch before I was nearly swept off my feet; James kissed me as well. And I kissed him back, practically moaning into his mouth.
A moment later, Jess took Adam by the hand, and James led me, showing us to the dining room. She sat my husband down next to her, and James sat me down across from Jess, next to himself, so my husband and I were diagonally across from each other.
I felt a moment of panic, and judging by Adam's expression, so did he.
James also sensed this. "Don't worry" he said calmly, "in our experience it is best to just pair off right from the start. And so we're on the same page, what are your limits for tonight."
I took a deep breath, OK, this was already different from last time. Maybe he realized he went too far, and wanted to make sure we were all comfortable and felt safe. Of course, I thought about his Three Rules, but surely that was just something he said in the heat of the moment, right?
"Well," I started, "my husband and I agreed that we wouldn't have sex tonight. We'd like to keep it limited to just umm..." I blushed, making the same childish gesture my husband made the other day, "...hand stuff. And petting and making out. We're not ready for more."
"That's fine." James said coolly, winking at Jess, "isn't it, baby?"
"Oh yes, no worries...we'll still have lots of fun!" she said, giggling, squeezing my husband's thigh and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Jess then bounced up, going to the kitchen for a few minutes, bringing back some delicious grilled fish filets, some sauteed vegetables, and a nice bottle of white wine.
"We didn't want to make the meal too heavy," she explained, "we wanted to make sure we weren't too full for playtime." Jess let out a little giggle and then kissed my husband.
Meanwhile, James was routinely touching me under the table, tracing tantalizing patterns over my upper thigh, slowly edging toward my increasingly hot and aroused pussy.
When we finished, Jess cleared off our plates. James was not trying to hide the fact that he was teasing me under the table. He wasn't touching my pussy, not yet, but he was driving me wild. I noticed Adam looking uncomfortable.
"Umm, should I help Jess?" I asked weakly.
"No," James said authoritatively, "she's fine cleaning up alone."
We sat there in awkward silence. Adam watched the two of us. Part of me was petrified, but I was also aroused. James only focused on me, not giving Adam a second glance. His hand stroked the insides of my thighs as he nibbled on my ear and kissed my neck. My legs spread for him just as they did the other night. He still didn't touch my pussy. But I wanted him to. And he knew I wanted him to. But he kept cool, calm control.
Eventually Jess broke the silence as she came back in, leaning down to Adam's eye level.
"Hey, how about I give you a tour..." she said, taking his hand and guiding him away.
As they left, James pulled his hand away from my thigh, standing up and offering me his hand. "I will show you around too. To another part of the house."
Indeed, we left through another door than my roommate, I mean husband. We walked down the hall to the master bedroom. I should have been curious what was happening with Adam, but I was just too focused on my own feelings of arousal at that moment.
The bedroom was huge. There was a king sized bed on one side, a couch on the other. The bathroom was even bigger than our bedroom; including an incredible jacuzzi style bathtub.
James calmly walked over to the couch, sat down and gestured to his lap.
