The New Plaything Pt 02

Note that the previous part of this story is from Shane's perspective, but this part is from Mia's.

A few days had passed since Mia and Shane had started their new arrangement. And truth be told, she didn't feel that things had changed as drastically as she had assumed they would. Make no mistake, things were definitely different, and it was still a lot to adjust to. She just had more normality than she had expected. She still went to work, she still had time to relax, and she still ate dinner with Shane while watching their favorite shows.

Everything just had a new edge to it. A new twist, and an extra thing to pay attention to while she did it. At work, for instance, she was instructed to sneak into the bathroom at least once a day to take a picture of her breasts or ass and send it to him. It was shameful, she felt, and taboo.

But that had started to become half the fun

, she thought,

knowing that something I'm not supposed to be doing is something I now had to do for my husband. Well, not just my husband anymore. My Master.

That still felt a tiny bit silly, if she was honest. Calling him Master was odd, especially at first. But over the last few days, she had watched him start to change in response to hearing it. She had seen his posture be a little more stout, his responses to her questions a little less shaky, and his energy in bed... Well, that was unmistakeably heightened. It was like when they had first met, and they struggled to keep their hands off each other. Now that he knew he

could,

he often

would.

He's much bolder now,

she thought,

in a way he never has been. It's almost like watching a boy become a man, there's suddenly a smoldering fire behind his eyes that seems as threatening as it does warm and inviting. It's confusing, but... I like seeing him feel strong. And when that strength is directed at me, its like I want to melt down and be molded into whatever will make him happy.

She shook her head. Those online BDSM forums he had gotten her to read seemed to be getting to her head. This had been weeks before she agreed to any terms, so she was completely unaware of what most of this lifestyle was about. After she agreed to read them and at least look into what he said he wanted, she had seen the accounts of many other women who lived this lifestyle, and at first she didn't see how any of that could be true.

"I used to fear what my dom could do to me, but now I don't fear that at all." One poster had said. "In fact, when I get in subspace, he could spank me until I bled and I would be in absolute bliss from the sensation."

Mia shivered at that when she had read it. That was extreme impact play, and she wasn't sure she was ready for that. But she had wondered what it would be like to be so completely given over to submitting that she could push past her own boundaries... What could she be enjoying that fear had kept her from?

Another member on one of these groups had posted, "We've been together since October and hes corrupted me SO much. I realized what I wanted this whole time was to have my control taken away. It's been pure bliss. I have sunk further and further into submission to the point of a 24/7 dynamic. I follow his every order and command. I wear a day collar. I sleep in a slave collar. I wear what Daddy asks of me. I bark for Daddy. Every order he gives me fills me with bliss. My mind goes empty. He gives me praise and im elated. He degrades me and I beg for more. Im his eager freeuse slut.

I love serving Daddy. I love being his. I love being his dress up dolly, fleshlight, and cumdump. He brings me so much bliss its otherwordly. Im so happy to be his dumb little girl, following his every command. I hope I get to fall deeper and deeper into submission for him.

Even this is a command from Daddy!! He told me to write about my journey into submission for him hehe."

She wanted to have control taken away?

Mia thought,

That seems insane to me. Why would you want someone to be in control of you, unable to make your own decisions?

Mia had gone to Shane and asked him about this, asked him if that was what he wanted from her and why he thought she would even consider it. He had sort of sheepishly replied, "Well, I think of it as a way to sort of help you. You get overwhelmed a lot, at least... You say you do. I thought maybe if I was in charge of your schedule, you wouldn't have to worry about what's coming next or what you needed to do day to day. I don't know for sure if it would help, but it might be worth trying. Plus... I just think it would be... well, hot..."

He had looked down at his lap as he said the last part, blushing. Her disgust at what she had read seemed to fade away in that moment, and she realized that what he was trying to take was not actually control, but stress. Maybe that

would

be nice, to not have to schedule and plan for herself. And she did want him to think of her as hot, so that wouldn't be a bad thing either.

"And I read a lot about this before I came to talk to you, you know," he said, "I saw a lot of people saying that when they got into subspace they just felt free from all the stuff they carry. I mean, obviously I get something out of it too, since it opens up a lot of possibilities for stuff I'd like to try, but it's meant to be good for both people, not just the one at the top."

"Well, I mean, I think I get that," she said, "I guess I just figured you saw this stuff in porn or something and wanted me to just let you hit me."

"No, no... I mean, I do want to spank you and stuff, it turns me on, and I

did

see some of it in porn first, but once I started looking into it to see if I was a weirdo for thinking it was hot, I found all these people talking about how they practice this stuff and how they have fun with it, the way it sort of keeps you on your toes in your relationship, and I thought that might be good for us. I love you, you know that, but sometimes I think we've gotten a little... Passive, I guess? And there's no way for either of us to be passive with this." He explained.

He wasn't wrong. Things had gotten a little stale lately, and they'd both been busy and always had an excuse to just sort of lounge around when they were together. Things weren't bad, by any stretch, but something that encourages them to interact more intentionally could be a good thing in the long run.

Does it have to be this, though?

She had thought.

"Look, if you want me to let it go, I will, but I'd love it if you'd give it a chance." He said. She stared at him for a moment, and then his expression dropped. "Okay, I... You don't have to read any more. It's too much, I get it."

"No, I was just... I was just thinking." She said. "Just give me a little time to figure out how I feel about it. This is all pretty new to me."

That was weeks ago, and now to look at where she was at was something that surprised her. She'd been on her knees in front of him, handcuffed, drooling and gagging on his cock, and she hadn't just been able to handle it - she'd enjoyed it.

Now, he was challenging her in a different way. She was in the store, doing her grocery shopping with a day collar on. It was a thin chain with a circle covered in small stones, a pretty innocuous thing to those around her, but she always knew what it was. She wondered who else would sniff out that it was actually a collar, a sign of devotion to her Master, but so far in the last few days no one had even blinked when they saw it. At home, she was commanded to wear her black choker with "plaything" on it, but out and about she could switch to something less obvious.

Her phone buzzed, and she knew it was instructions from Shane. He hadn't given her any hint what he would be asking her to do while she was out, just that he would message her and she'd have to push her limits.

She unlocked her phone and opened their secret messaging app, letting it scan her face to unlock. There was the message. And it had... an attachment?

Please don't be a photo, please don't be a photo...

she thought, looking up and down the aisle nervously. Nothing there but frozen vegetables on one side and a large selection of candy on the other.

They're just tempting people who are on diets in this aisle. Kind of cruel when you think about it.

She looked back down at her phone and clicked on the chat, opening it up.

There was a bubble with text, and then the attachment. Not a photo, thankfully. It was... An audio file? She read the message.

"You'll want headphones, kitten. Your task right now is to listen to this audio that I sent you, and imagine yourself in this situation. It's a story I picked out just for you, and it should last just long enough for you to get all your shopping done. See you when you get home."

She stared at her phone. He wanted her to do this in public?

Another text bubble.

"You can choose not to, but there will be consequences for disobeying. It's up to you, but you have nothing to worry about if you keep your headphones in. It's just in your head, literally."

She gulped. He was probably right, but that anxious lump in her throat told her that this was dangerous.

Then again, I thought

all

of this stuff was dangerous, and so far it hasn't been so bad. Maybe... Maybe I can do this.

She thought.

She reached down into her pocket and pulled out her headphones, placing them in her ears nervously. She took a deep breath and opened the attachment.

A soft, sensual sort of music played in the background, the sort of thing you might hear late at night in a dimly lit jazz club as they wound down service.

Then suddenly, the loud sounds of an orgasmic moan burst forth. Mia jumped a little at the noise, and instantly began blushing.

Get it together,

she thought.

She listened as the narrator began to tell the story that her Master had picked out for her. It told of a woman chained standing up with metal cuffs in an empty room, her legs forced apart by a spreader bar and a vibrator held to her clit by a masked figure.

Mia felt the warmth in her cheeks as she listened, grabbing crackers as she tried to imagine herself in this predicament. Forced to endure one orgasm after another, held up by the restraints even if her knees collapsed underneath her.

There was a warmth developing elsewhere, now.

Am I really getting turned out while grocery shopping?

She thought to herself.

She looked around and saw a man who seemed to only make momentary eye contact before he darted his gaze away.

Oh no, can he tell? Are my cheeks that red?

She wondered. She turned her face away, biting her lip.

The narrator continued, elaborating on the feelings that were rushing through the woman's body as the masked man turned the vibrator up to its highest level. How she felt electricity moving through her body in waves, and the pulsing she felt in her clitoris as more stimulation caused her to become weak in the knees.

I certainly wish that was where I was right now. At least, feeling those things. But chained up? That seems kind of extreme. Rope, I get, you can cut that, but chains are a lot more secure.

She reached for a box of cereal, placing it in the cart, when suddenly she realized something.

Wait, that's what he wants me to think about, isn't it? Giving up control, letting my pleasure, my pain, my relief be in his hands...

she thought.

The woman in the story was hanging from her arms now, begging for a break. The narrator described how she shook and shivered from the repeated orgasms, and how she struggled to catch her breath.

Mia suddenly noticed that the thought of being at her Master's mercy like the woman in the story was burrowing into her brain. Could she really give up her autonomy like that? Could she trust someone so completely as to let them decide when

she

was done?

The warm, tingly feeling in her sex told her she might. She reached up and touched her day collar, remembering how it was a sign that she was committed to him, and him to her. The taboo mixed with the most pure form of love she had ever known, a man who was always there for her... Who else would she ever trust to put her in chains and make sure she was okay? How else would she experience these things? And to be an object of desire, for her body to be so treasured and explored on a whole new level of intensity, that could be extremely interesting. And intimate.

And fucking hot,

she thought.

Damn you, Shane, for making me think about this at the store.

In her head, she imagined him giving her a disapproving look. She rolled her eyes.

Damn you, Master, then.

The imaginary Shane in her head smiled, and she couldn't help but smile too. Here she was, following rules even in her own head, wanting to please her Master even when he wasn't around, and getting wet while getting rice from the bottom shelf.

As she stood up, the seam in her jeans rubbed just right on her clitoris, and it sent a shiver down her spine. This whole ordeal had gotten her motor going, but since she was in public, it was like an itch she couldn't scratch.

Maybe I'll get the bigger bag of rice, instead, then.

She squatted down again, placing the small bag on the shelf. She grabbed the larger bag, then stood up slowly, feeling the denim seam rub her slowly, the way that her Master did when he was just beginning to tease her during a scene. She closed her eyes as she felt this, and a small sigh escaped her lips.

Suddenly she remembered where she was, and her cheeks flushed a hot pink all over again. She wandered around the store, unable to focus on the grocery shopping or the story fully, flitting back and forth between the fantasy of being tied up and played with and the things she needed to get on her list.

The story came to an end with an exhausted woman being let down from her chains and laid on the floor, her energy spent and her mind a puddle of emotions and satisfaction. Mia longed to be her, but she needed to get to the checkout and just hope she could experience that later.

The background music faded out, and she reached up to her ears to take her headphones out. Her hand came to an abrupt stop when she heard Shane's voice come through the headphones.

He recorded a message onto the end of this? Wow, he's really put a lot of effort in. Now if only he'd put this much effort into picking up his socks!

She giggled to herself, then realized she'd missed the start of what he was saying, so she backed it up. There was his voice again.

"What you just heard, kitten, is a taste of where we can go," he said in her ears, his voice low and slow. She

loved

when he talked like that in the bedroom, and she was now getting to enjoy it while out in public. It would be bad if anyone knew what she was listening to, but that just made it more exhilarating. "When I talk about you being my plaything, it's not just for my benefit. I'd love to see you chained up, at my mercy, but it's not just for me to dish out pain. I want to make you so exhausted by pleasure that you can't stand, and then take care of you as you recover and start all over. I want to make you feel things you've never felt before. You serve me well, and I'll make sure your service is rewarded. I'll see you at home. I love you, and I know you're going to make a great plaything from now on."

The audio stopped there. Mia realized she was standing at the end of the aisle, staring into space and biting her lip. She shook her head, coming back to reality. Taking her headphones out, she took a sharp turn and made her way to the front.

If I can get to feel like that, I'll do whatever Master wants.

She thought.

***

Mia opened the door and walked into the house, carrying her grocery bags. She kicked the door closed behind her, and walked into the kitchen where Shane was putting up some clean dishes. He finished arranging the cups in the cupboard wordlessly, then turned and came up behind her, pushing himself against her back and reaching around to grab some of the items to put away.

She could smell his cologne on him as he brushed up against her, and she closed her eyes as she breathed it in. He lingered there, trapping her between the countertop and his chest, before turning and putting a few of the groceries in the pantry.

He's teasing me,

she thought. She liked it.

Together, they unloaded the rest of the groceries without a word, and Shane made every effort to brush up against her or get close, stealing a kiss on her neck from behind at one point. She had shuddered when he did that, and in the reflection on the microwave she had caught him smirking.

When everything was put away, Mia made her way to the bedroom and took off her day collar, replacing it with the choker. She came back to the living room, where she found Shane sitting in one of the high backed chairs they kept against the window. He was leaned back, one leg crossed over the other, his hand on his knee.

"Disrobe and kneel." He said.

Mia didn't waste a moment, pulling her shirt and pants off before rushing to kneel in front of him. She crossed her hands over her lap and looked down at the floor, just like she had practiced.

"Did you listen to what I sent you?" He asked.

Mia nodded.

"And what did you think?" He asked.

Mia swallowed, trying to find her words.

I think I'd like to be fucked,

she thought. But she didn't want to be that forward, she wanted to play the game. To enjoy the build up a little longer.

"I thought..." she paused, then cleared her throat and continued, "I thought there was a lot of interesting stuff in the story."

"Oh? Like what?" He asked. She knew he was going to make her go deeper, so she tried to dig in.

"Well, I liked the idea of being made to cum over and over again." She said.

"I'm sure you did." He said. "What else?"

Mia shifted on her knees, trying to stay comfortable. "I thought a lot about how she was chained up, how helpless she was and how she couldn't get away even if she wanted to. How frightening that could be. But then the more I thought about it, the more I realized how she must have wanted to be there. That she didn't

want

to get away. That she must have trusted the man in the mask, or wanted to experience pleasure so much that she didn't even care if he was trustworthy."

"And what do you think about that?" She could hear him smiling as he asked the question.

"I think I want to be like that too. I want to learn how to crave the sensations, or to trust so deeply that I can take whatever my Master gives me and know that it's good." She said.

Shane reached down and put his hand under her chin, lifting her head so that she looked him in the eye.

"I can help you get there." He said.

"I want you to, Master. I want to be yours." She said.

Holy crap, I actually meant that.

She thought.

"Then come with me, plaything. Let's begin training you." He said, then got up and walked to the bedroom. Mia stood and followed him.

***

Mia hadn't noticed the hood before, laying on Shane's pillow. It was a stretchy material, with extra padding on the eyes and a hole for the mouth so whoever wore it could breathe. He picked it up and turned to her.

"This is for you." He said. He handed it to her, then instructed, "don't put it on yet, I have something else to show you."

He opened the top drawer on his bedside table and pulled out four cloth wrist cuffs, each of which was lined on the inside with a fuzzy material and could be secured with velcro. They looked comfy. Not as extreme as the metal cuffs in the story, but probably a better starting point for her.