It is highly recommended that you read "
the Misunderstanding
" before this story. The first story gives important history to fully appreciate this new story.
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Phil was dissatisfied. But why? Now that he was living with Mary his life was much better than before. He was finally getting the bondage he loved, he was getting the spankings he craved, he had a warm woman to snuggle with in bed. Sometimes they even had sex.
Compared to his earlier life things now were a zillion times better. What was he lacking?
Before he met Mary, when he was living in his world of fantasy, everything was exactly right. Every rope was placed just so, tensioned just right. Every smack of his mistress's hand conveyed just the right combination of pain, pleasure, love and compassion. When his 'mistress of the mind' permitted him to view her body it was perfect; she had no blemishes, no hairs were out of place. When he was allowed to sleep in her bed (remember, it was imaginary) she didn't snore, or wake up looking a bit disheveled. On those few occasions when his mistress permitted him the ultimate expression of her love for him, the ultimate reward, it was accompanied by soft violin music, trumpets, drum rolls and the appropriate spanks, all perfectly timed to his unexpressed wishes.
His life with Mary involved all those compromises that real life requires and the loss of his fantasies saddened him.
This would probably have been a real problem for their relationship but for one saving grace: after their initial tragi-comic misunderstanding they had both worked really hard at communicating honestly with each other. They shared what they were thinking, feeling, desiring and missing. That had led to a closeness that they had come to realize few other couples enjoyed.
Although they each tried their best to tell the other what they were feeling they weren't perfect. Phil had let too much time go by from the time he became aware of these feelings to when he told Mary about them. He was afraid to tell her. He knew that he was being unreasonable expecting Mary to be as perfect as his fantasy mistress was and he was afraid of disturbing their domestic tranquility. Except he wasn't tranquil. He knew it was
his
problem but he also knew that his problem would become
their
problem so on a Saturday morning he started to talk about what was going on for him.
Phil told Mary everything as she listened attentively. When he was done she sat silently for a few moments and then acknowledged that she had similar feeling regarding Phil. She was much better with him than without him but ... he didn't fulfill the dreams she had used to satisfy herself in the past. They were at a loss for what to do. They didn't want to lose what they had with each other but each wanted more.
Phil came up with an idea:
"How about if we look for another couple who can satisfy us? In other words, a man and woman who are each dominant who want a submissive woman and man they can be dominant over. Kind of like a mirror of us."
Mary thought about this for a moment and decided that Phil was brilliant.
"How will we find them?" she asked.
Phil thought a bit and replied that they could look for this dominant couple the same way they found each other but, this time, they would be more accurate with their communication.
Mary had second thoughts about how brilliant an idea this was. This could go in dangerous directions and their relationship could go off the rails if they brought additional people into it in an intimate way.
"Phil, let's back up a step or two. Let's talk about what it is that we each are
really
wanting. I'll go first.
"What I really picture is a dominant man sweeping me off my feet. He is a guy who is supremely confident in himself. He knows what he wants and he knows he wants ME. He's confident is his attractiveness, he doesn't question himself if he's good enough or desirable enough. He
knows
he's more than good enough. And he single mindedly wants ME."
Phil thought about this. "When I was in school I did a lot of acting. I enjoyed it and was pretty good at it. I wonder if I could fill the bill for you if I was acting the role you just described."
Mary thought about it and laughed. "That would be convenient. I'd have my very own live-in dominant man. When we were done you could do the dishes, if it was your turn."
Phil accepted with a laugh, "OK, I'm up for it. Do you want to do this?"
"Sure"
"Do you want to do it now?"
Mary nodded slowly, apprehension and fear rising in her throat.
"I'll need you to give me a general scenario that you want to play out. Then it'll be up to me."
Mary thought for a moment. "I'm a haughty princess. You're a pirate captain who's captured me on the high seas. You want me and you take what you want."
"Got it. I need a few minutes to get into character. Change into that frilly dress you have. Pick a safe word."
"Sassafras"
Phil left the room. A few minutes later
Captain
Phil burst into the room, looked at Mary and laughed.
"Your
powerful
ship and its
brave
crew weren't much help to you." Captain Phil said sarcastically. "Now you're on
my
ship and you'll follow
my
orders," he announced.
Princess Mary turned from him. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing the fear on her face. "My father will rescue me. He'll hunt you down and hang you if you touch a hair on my head." she said defiantly.
Captain Phil spun her around and slapped her face. She cried out, shocked at the violence. She was royal; people didn't treat her this way. He slapped her again and laughed cruelly.
"Welcome to
my
world. You will learn that we do things
my
way here."
Captain Phil grabbed her hands, forced them behind her back and tied them securely with a stout cord. He was quick and efficient. He was a sailor, after all. Princess Mary was unbowed. She spat in his face. He stopped smiling, took a rag and slowly wiped his face. He then forced the rag into the Princess's mouth and tied it in place with a rope. She was scared now. He liked the fear he saw on her face. He liked having the Princess in his cabin, bound, gagged and afraid of him. Captain Phil walked back and forth in front of his captive and then suddenly grabbed her breasts with both hands. She recoiled in fear.
Mary had full breasts that didn't need a bra to keep from sagging, with perky, thick nipples. Phil always loved playing with them, largely because they were like Mary's 'on button'. Captain Phil was also attracted to them.
"You will learn to love this, and learn to love me, but it will take time." He was supremely confident in himself. He knew that the first steps he would take would be to break her will. He liked that she had a fiery temper; he would enjoy the challenge.
He slowly unbuttoned the top buttons of her dress and stroked her breasts through her bra then reached behind and unsnapped it. Her full breasts spilled out, pushed forward by her bound arms. The Princess struggled against him, determined to stop this outrage. Captain Phil chuckled and tied her arms at her elbows, further immobilizing her. He tied her legs together at the knees, preventing her from using her feet or knees to defend herself. The cords dug into her flesh, making movement painful. Princess Mary's movements subsided; the bonds were doing their job.
"Now, I think we're ready. The first thing you must learn is that defiance will cause you pain."
He picked her up, carried her to the bed and unceremoniously dumped her on it. He pulled her dress up and pulled her panties down as far as the ropes around her knees permitted. After rolling her onto her stomach he started striking her with his hand. Smack, smack, smack, smack. The blows rained down on her bum. It turned bright red. Princess Mary moaned through her gag but the Captain continued. When he finally stopped the Princess breathed a sigh of relief. He rolled her over onto her back and began fondling her breasts. He gently sucked her nipples, flicking them back and forth with his tongue. The Princess was embarrassed that her nipples responded to his unwelcome attention by swelling and getting hard. She was also afraid he would see her developing excitement.
"You see, Princess, it doesn't have to be pain." He untied the gag rope and removed the rag. He offered her a sip of water. She accepted it and spit it in his face.
He laughed at her. "Oh ho, I see we're not done with the pain."
He forced her mouth open, pushed the rag back in, retied it and rolled her over onto her stomach again. He fetched their riding crop, and slashed her butt and the backs of her thighs until they were streaked with red welts. Her muffled cries of pain didn't stop him; he would break her will to resist. (He kept in mind that she had her safe word to use)
The Princess was trembling as he put the crop down and began to gently, delicately stroke and sooth the skin that was exposed. He reached between her legs and felt wetness. He rolled her over, removed the gag and again offered her water. This time she sipped it and swallowed.
"That's better" said the Captain. "I think we're going to get along much better now."
