Cassandra told me that while Mark was touching her, she thought of me. I know she was trying to make me feel better, being so far away. I'm not a jealous person by nature, but I could hear her voice become breathy as she retold her experience. I knew she truly enjoyed this unexpected sexual journey that Mark led her on.
While being assertive in her daily life, Cassandra loves being submissive in the bedroom. This suits me just fine because I thoroughly enjoy being a dominatrix. I especially like dressing the part with leather and metal. It suits my tall 5' 11" solid frame. And when I wear my 4 inch spiked, over the knee, boots then I tower over my subs, even most men. I have a year-round tan with long thick black hair and almost golden eyes. Most dominatrices wear black but I prefer brown leather as it highlights my skin tone and brings out the animal look in my eyes more. I like to call my dominatrix-self "Lexie."
Cassandra started talking again and broke my reflection on myself...
She said she was straining to feel him inside her but Mark said on one long breath, "...until I am convinced that you deserve to be fucked, until you deserve to cum, until you deserve to have my cum in you and on you, I will play with you. I will play with you until you scream...begging me...until you make me feel your need for me to my very inner being...then and only then will I give you what you desire..."
God I thought, "Lexie" wants to be there and show Mark a thing or two. I felt myself get wet. Wetter than I've been since Cassandra left for California.
Cassandra couldn't believe what he had said just now. 'Deserve to be fucked?' What the hell? How could Mark, at the ripe old age of 22, be so confident and in control. In control not only of her and this game they were playing, but also with his own sexual needs. Cassandra told me she began to think back to her younger days at this point, when she was a bit wild and searching for the right encounter with a man. An encounter that made her tremble and ache for more is what she wanted. But she was always disappointed with her male peers. 'Wham, bam, thank you ma'am,' was an appropriate expression to describe most of her experiences back then.
It's actually what sent her almost screaming into my arms. Lexie's arms. I'm 5 years older than her and back then had double the sexual experience. Plus I didn't mind if she occasionally brought in 'extras' to our relationship. AND, I could last forever and make her pleasure stretch for hours at a time. However, that was just sex part, which Cassandra seemed to need a lot of on a daily basis, but I always knew she loved me too.
I digress...
Strangely, Mark now seemed to back off and return to teenage-type petting behavior of such. His fingers started to frantically roam all over Cassandra, switching between a light feather touch and a deeper, more urgent one. But he still avoided all the erogenous areas. That is until he suddenly grabbed her nipple between his thumb and index and squeezed while twisting counterclockwise! Cassandra yelped with a high pitched squeal of a little girl. The suddenness of this pinch sent her into a writhing fit she said. But she also wanted more. She wanted to scream, "Come on now and just do it! Take me!" Cassandra wanted all of him inside her, on top of her, smashing his solid muscular frame into her.
Just as quick as he had started the crescendo to the next level, Mark then stopped. This was completely frustrating to Cassandra. He refused to touch her, lick her, or even kiss her again. She was in a state of torment and could feel her wetness dripping now, soaking the bed. She was also squirming all over the bed. However, more importantly, Cassandra was totally aroused, loose and not controlled at all. She could have gotten up at any time, pulled off the blindfold and walked out. She only stayed because she wanted to stay. So that's when I knew Mark was a novice at being the Dom.
Just as I had this thought, Cassandra said that he suddenly clasped handcuffs on her, almost as an afterthought. Like he was checking off a mental list and he realized he had forgotten to attach the cuffs. Mark commanded, "Up! Walk over towards my voice." Cassandra was confused. Had she done something to anger him. She was happily staying put on the bed while enjoying his light torment.
But, like any good sub, she obeyed. I had correctly trained her. Of course I mean 'Lexie' trained her. And Lexie knew something was off with Mark. While he was light years ahead of his same-aged peers, he was making beginner mistakes in this D/s game.
Cassandra had then physically reached him or what she thought was him, when her leg bumped into a thigh high table. She unconsciously reached out to steady herself and touched it. She felt it's padded leather covering. All she wanted was to bend down and place her blindfolded face down on it, near it. It smelled that rich leather aroma. Cassandra couldn't help herself so she placed her cheek on the coolness of the table. She was so hot, so turned on, that the leather felt like a cool spring rain. She told me Mark couldn't help himself by reaching out and fondling her beautiful ass while in this bent over position.
I knew Cassandra loved someone rubbing, kneeding and pulling at her flesh. However, much to her dismay, Mark just as suddenly stopped. Again he displayed such atypical dominating behavior by removing his hand as if his hand had been slapped away, but no one had slapped it, certainly not Cassandra. 'Amateur', I thought. She said she thought she heard him putting his pants back on. Why?
Mark barked at her to get up on the table on her back. She complied and her flesh popped with goose bumps as her whole body felt the chilly leather. Next she heard clicking sounds above her head and at her feet. It was as if Mark was pulling out metal arms from under the table. He told her to lift her arms over her head while he attached the cuffs to these 'arms' growing from the table. It was like she was a cheerleader and making a "Y" in the air. Part of the table then started to retract.
Cassandra became nervous now. Not being able to see only heightened her other senses and she could feel the air rush up under her thighs as the table disappeared. She was too scared to ask what was happening but almost working up her nerve to do just that, when it stopped moving. Leaving her ass at the very edge and her legs dangling. Needless to say, this was very uncomfortable. It stretched her back and pinched her wrists on the metal cuffs. Cassandra didn't verbally complain. She knows better but she couldn't help but whimper in discomfort.
Mark then broke the cardinal rule as a Dom. He said, "Oh. Sorry." As he grabbed Cassandra's legs and placed them into stirrups which relieved the pressure on her back. While Cassandra was telling me how she then realized that he had placed her on a tricked out OB/GYN table, all I could think about was that Mark was definitely a beginner. I almost felt sorry for him but he was with Cassandra and not me, so not that sorry.
