Vivian becomes comfortable in her new role as a dominant and is very demanding. I suggest you read Chapter 1 first. Hope you enjoy it.
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On my way home from Vivian's on Saturday, I evaluated our new, yet changing relationship. I enjoy some role playing as a submissive, with moderate spankings and other kinky activities enhancing sex with my partner. But could I accept a more intense dominant- submissive relationship? It seemed Vivian intended to find out.
I had a full week at work as well as other responsibilities, and did not hear from Vivian except for a text asking for my email address. She texted me Wednesday in the afternoon, advising me to check my email and be in touch. I didn't get to her email until Thursday night.
Vivian at first praised me in her email and wrote she really liked me and hoped our dating would continue, but then the tone changed. She stated tersely we would meet Saturday at the pool in the early afternoon and listed several tasks she expected me to complete by the time of our date. I needed to complete the tasks in order for me to maintain "good boy" status.
Her list included shaving my head (to get a cleaner look), and to call her Madam Vivian whenever we engaged in role play. Next, she curiously asked me to bring four thin strands of cord ( a type of narrow rope) at least two feet in length, if I had any.
When I arrived at the pool, I was expected to roll in the side of my small blue bikini to show off more of my butt cheeks.
Finally, Vivian admonished me for "interrupting a discipline activity" on our previous date. ( I stopped her spanking so we could make love; she spanked me later). She went on to discuss how "we must take our respective roles seriously" , and that such interruptions in the future "shall be considered misconduct", presumably meaning more discipline.
Vivian did mention she was looking forward to our date , noting that our role playing would begin at the pool.
Vivian's email was a bit stunning in its tone and demands. Good boy status? We were just starting our role playing adventure, but Vivian was already testing me. While I am no expert, she sounded like an overly demanding dominant. At least to me, her tone in her email was ominous.
She had sent her email the previous day in the afternoon, so I needed to reply ASAP and it already was the middle of the evening. After grabbing a beer, I decided to be brief but cooperative in my reply and see how the date played out. There would be time to challenge her demands, if necessary.
"Madam Vivian: Thank you for taking the time to set forth your expectations. I will comply. Love your idea of starting our date at the pool. Thank you again Madam Vivian." Kevin
Vivian texted me on Friday. "Kevin, thank you for your response and accepting your role!"
We were set for the next day.
After work on Friday, I found the nylon rope cords in approximately 20 inch pieces that were much narrower than regular rope, and which I used for practicing knots and outdoor activities. I suspected Vivian wanted the short cords for another purpose, and I had a pretty good idea what it was.
Before I left for our date at the pool, I shaved my head as Madam Vivian directed and trimmed back my pubic hair.
At the pool locker room, I put on my small blue bikini, grabbed my goggles and other swim gear and headed to the bathroom. There were quite a few guys in the locker room, and traffic was busy as the club included weights, spinning, treadmills and the pool. I sucked it up, ignored the other men , carefully rolling in the suit in the butt area and twisting the sides so that it would remain in place. As I checked myself in the mirror, my suit now showed more of my butt cheeks, high cut on the sides. Madam Vivian will be pleased!
I grabbed my gear, showered and headed out to the pool deck, fortunately not very far from the locker room. Two younger women saw me and were giggling and pointing as I walked by a stairwell outside of the locker rooms. I had butterflies in my stomach as I made it to the outdoor pool area, hoping not to see anyone other than Madam Vivian.
Heading to the far end of the pool deck, I put my hands behind my back and waited. Madam Vivian arrived moments later, smiling as she strode to meet me. She was fully clothed, wearing loose fitting cargo pants and a long sleeved shirt. The contrast of her fully clothed with me wearing a small bikini enhanced the effect of my minimal coverage.
"Hi Madam Vivian, nice to see you." I stood with my hands behind my back, then turning to show my partly uncovered butt cheeks. No kiss, just right to the role play.
"I see you have followed my directions with that suit of yours and have shaved your head too. Thank you Kevin!"
She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "That bikini does not cover very much of you, does it? Please show me again." Modeling the blue bikini, I turned and rotated, pausing so she could see it from all angles.
"Mmm, you have made that even smaller, more of your butt is exposed. Let's get you in the water, and then come out and get your googles. I want to see you dripping wet!"
I promptly jumped in, swam a few yards, then stopped. "Need to get my googles Madam Vivian," I played. I stepped on the deck and made my way over to her. Vivian was gawking.
"Be a good sub, put your hands to your side," Vivian advised. She then casually walked around me, standing behind me, whispering, "The front is now almost obscene, the suit is so thin, it is clinging to your cock!"
She slapped me two times on the butt, first lightly, then much harder. Fortunately, there was no one at our end of the pool, but the other end had folks in it, and Vivian was not being circumspect. She pointed at the chair away from the pool on the deck. "Reach down below the chair my little subbie, and wait."
"Yes, Madam Vivian."
She promptly walked behind me and, using her body as a shield between her and the other swimmers, spanked me hard once on each side, smacking my partially exposed cheeks. "You best get in the pool, we don't want an incident, do we?" I was blushing, and the whole scene was making my cock excited.
Grabbing my gear, I jumped in and as I put my goggles on, Vivian shouted while walking out, "See you in 20 minutes back here."
I began swimming and processed what just happened. I didn't get annoyed, rather embarrassed, aroused. I was sure Vivian noticed my growing cock, and that I would hear about it.
When I finished my swim, Vivian was watching. "You move so well in there Kevin, but never mind about that, please get out, pronto." I was still breathing hard, but I strolled across the deck to her, again turning so Vivian could get a full view. My cock had thankfully returned to its normal resting status, but that didn't last long.
There were only two swimmers at the other end and they were preoccupied, talking and facing away from us. "Madam Vivian, may I make a comment? " She nodded and I pointed out where there was a camera at the other end of the pool, and wanted her to be aware.
"Thank you Kevin." Vivian looked delighted that I was following her commands.
"Go over to the chair and bend over it again, like you are looking for something. As I did so, Vivian again stood over me and slapped me hard on each butt cheek, and then a few more. "Okay stand up please, and stay still my little subbie", she directed, teasing. My cock was growing in my suit and I could feel my wet suit clinging to it. Vivian looked down, smirking. "Looks like someone is enjoying themselves, and needs a cold shower! Maybe wait a minute, I am leaving, see you in front of the club."
When she left, I jumped in the pool and calmed down, showered and met Madam Vivian in front. We kissed and walked to the car. While we drove to her place, Vivian leaned over and put her hand on my lap. "Please pull over on the next side street, Kevin." After doing so, and waiting for a couple to walk by, Vivian had yet another surprise. "Please take off your belt and unzip your jeans."
I paused, "Madam Vivian, do you mean here, now? We are in public!"
I waited and there was a long pause. I hesitated further. Vivian's voice was stern. "Please do as instructed, promptly. No stalling!" she directed, sounding angry.
"Yes, Madam Vivian," I offered meekly. I quickly took off my belt and unzipped my fly.
"Also, you know we need wine for our evening. I am planning a nice dinner for us and did my errands so we would have the necessary items. Did you bring a bottle of wine?"
I had not, and Vivian was not happy. "You know you should have asked, especially when I am hosting you," she chastised.
"Yes Madam Vivian, I'm sorry, my mistake. I did bring the cords as you directed."
"Good subbie. Let's get some wine on the way to my house. You may proceed, Sir."
As we drove to get the wine, Vivian put her left hand inside my unzipped fly and began caressing my cock and balls over my briefs. As my cock began to grow she reached her hand under my t-shirt and rubbed my chest, slowly descending to my briefs. This time, she moved her hand underneath, down to my balls, then softly stroked my cock. It was almost hard.
"I know you have had some excitement down there today, but do not cum Sir." Her tone was serious. I was driving and focusing on making sure I did not make a mess in my lap, and she pulled her hand out.
"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" She was beaming, revelling in her newfound control.
I thanked her for the special attention. Vivian got out, and purchased us some wine. She was unpredictable but very much in control. I was concerned about her admonitions about the wine, and my hesitant response to her request to unzip. Was she going to bring this up as misconduct, meaning spankings and more?
We arrived at Vivian's house and once in her kitchen, she promptly asked me to pour her a glass of wine and some beer for me, "But not too much for you. Please wait here." As she went to the bedroom I poured the drinks and retrieved the four cords I had brought. Vivian reentered the kitchen and we sat around a table, sipped our drinks and relaxed. I knew what was coming.
"Kevin, you have made a good effort to comply today with my directives but you also exhibited some bad behavior, the wine and failure to promptly comply earlier. I have done some reading about dominants and their subs, and how a dominant must properly discipline a sub when they misbehave. I need to do this with you today. Completing most of my demands and expectations is not good enough. I will be strict in order for us to properly grow in our relationship. Do you understand, Kevin?"
I nodded. "I am sorry Madam Vivian."
Vivian continued, "Good, please stand up and let's go to the bedroom. Bring the cords." And when we entered, she ordered me to stand next to the bed.
Vivian was business-like, direct. "Take off all your clothes, and stand in front of the end of the bed, arms behind your back, head down." I followed her commands, my stomach in knots. The discipline I feared was coming, but what exactly?
Vivian remained fully clothed. She gathered the cords, and was occupied with them on each corner of the bed near the headboard. She then walked over to me and told me she was going to attach two leather cuffs with a metal ring on each, to my wrists. I put out my arms and she did so.
"Please climb up on the bed and get on all fours facing the headboard." She took the leather straps that were attached to the two front corners of the bed and attached them to the cords I had given her. She used the other end of the cords to affix them to the metal rings on the cuffs on my wrists. Vivian had done her homework. I was now naked on the bed on all fours, restrained, tied to the front bed corners, able to move maybe a foot in each direction. She was out of my view but very much in the room.
"I already explained why I am doing this Kevin. We need to go forward with discipline as we discussed. Move to your left if you can." I was able to move a foot or so to the left before the restraints stopped me. She began spanking me with her hand, on both sides of my butt, harder as she continued. This lasted a few minutes and she paused.
"Point your butt to the left please, head forward." I purchased two tools tonight for your discipline, and will start with a silicone paddle. You were scheduled to receive six paddles to each side for your regular discipline but due to your bad behavior you will receive ten. Please count out loud as I paddle you."
THWACK! ... "Ah, Ah," I groaned, exhaling. I began counting. "That is one."
The force of the blow surprised me. This was hardly a spanking tool for beginners, which is what I thought Vivian and I were.
