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This is the fourth installment of a story I began a year ago. The curve of the plot has shifting to the couple, Maris and Jon (aka serge) but Kate & Hannah still guide the direction for Maris.
I hope the readers will pardon my errors of grammar.
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Seven
As I read her last text I contemplated the turn of events of the past three weeks. I wasn't sure I could be with Maris. The changes she was making in her life would clearly have a consequence to mine if I stayed. Vanilla sex was not on the table as she clearly wanted me to participate and enjoy her interest in anal. I knew that Maris had established the rules and I had agreed to her conditions but I needed help. The follow-up explorations I had done this morning focused on the development of compliance in either sex. No, I needed guidance to meet her desires. I couldn't do this on my own.
Yet I wanted to succeed at submitting to her needs as well as my own. The perplexing question was why I was drawn to Maris but I knew I wouldn't be settled until I could allow her true control. That cemented it. I was a passive man.
As I sat looking at the pink bag the cell buzzed. She had sent me a text :
' do you have any questions serge? '
I considered the question for two minutes and sent a text, careful to consider the use of her name for me.
' no, I've found some instructions, serge '
Maris was grooming me for the role of the father of her children and I would be required to suspend the societal beliefs of the roles of the genders. She wasn't trying to demolish my maleness only the arrogance's that most men took to be a right of preeminence. My websearch on obedience and submission was in my head. Did I want her to direct me? I knew that I loved the same things as she and that I loved women. I also realized that I functioned best with her in my life. Shit, I needed Maris to lead me. It was the anal sex and her desire to peg me. I had read of this and wondered about enjoying butt sex since I had seen her with Hannah and Kate weeks earlier. It was just sex though. My gender role was male but would it be if I allowed her the freedom and followed her lead to the next step?
' good, I want you clean there always '
Her notes meant I was already committed and I stood to begin as instructed. I was hers. I was her lover and her friend. I just needed to explore her request and check my misguided understanding of what constituted sex between lovers; between a woman and a man. I would try to enthusiastically evolve for her.
Three days passed without Maris asking about my use of the pink bag. She was coaching other characteristics out of me. She never faltered using 'serge' and only once did I fail to address her as Domina. She brought a second pair of Kate's panties to me as a punishment.
"Put them on serge," these were damp as well. I took this to mean that she had made love with Kate this afternoon.
The following day after she had left early for the lab I received a link for a film.
' the roles reversed, details are different but watch this serge '
The movie wasn't only about the kinky activities of a couple but an exploration of the psychological aspect of a sub relationship. The sex was still riveting and the plot led to the woman's willing anal penetration.
Two hours later I received an unambiguous text :
' thank you for agreeing to stay with me serge '
Then a quick second text :
' the preparation has been underway for months so be ready serge '
Then a third :
' watch the film again carefully serge '
The fourth came ninety minutes later :
' get the small anal plug in your bottom serge '
I put down the cell and went to my bedside drawer. The small tube of lube and the toy were waiting with a note.
' slow is best with these toys serge '
I removed my jeans and sat on the bed edge contemplating my next action. I was in charge of this step and I knew she still wanted me. That was something; I was loved by the woman I loved. I held the toy in my hand. I had considered that she must have dealt with a similar exploration herself. I mean she didn't just take the stiff phallus attached to Hannah's hips into her butt without preparation. So her request was true and considerate. I smiled and rolled onto my hip. The toy was a hard plastic colored red. I touched my finger to the lube and spread my cheeks.
It was a narrow probe a bit wider than my finger. The first touch caused me to contract so I used my long finger to rub the lube on the skin and I pushed in. My finger was only just inside and I shut my eyes and tried to relax. I was surprised as the finger reached the inner ring. The instructions described how to relax and breathe and it worked but I felt nothing special. I pushed the slim toy in and allowed myself a moment. As my body began to adjust I noticed a tingle. The penetration of the toy felt better than my fingers since I could focus on relaxing.
The note that came with the kit suggested leaving the toys in place for a few minutes so I slipped my pants up and tried to work.
Later when I went to bed the small anal plug was waiting. She was clearly telling me to sleep with it.
Our daily lives didn't change greatly though I did notice that her dressing was evolving. I signed for two or three packages and boxes each day. The name on the address label was Domina Jones. Thankfully the carriers in our neighborhood never commented. She hadn't shared the purchases with me and I didn't explore to determine what she was buying.
After the first week of cleansing Maris came home for lunch rather than meet me in the park.
"I have the afternoon off serge. I'll make a simple salad and we can talk of the afternoon."
I closed out my work files but left the laptop running on the counter.
As she gathered the greens and washed them she spoke, "You know that I dress for Mistress Kate correct serge?"
I looked at her. The mid-thigh dress had a soft off-white color with a floral pattern. She wore a taupe colored heel on her feet but her legs were covered. Though there was no apparent color to the hose' she wore. Her hair was in a ponytail and she had three bangles on her right wrist and the gold chain I'd given her on her birthday about her bare neck.
"Her respect is something I cherish and she likes to see me in very specific types of clothing. I have found it helps me focus. To be dressed for her is a joy."
"Domina you always look great."
She dried her hands and turned toward me, "Are you happy with the way you are dressed serge?"
I paced a bit.
"I don't know Domina. My jeans are comfortable. I guess it's pretty casual."
"Well, I am not happy with how you look in them now. I'm also displeased with your hair. The mop look was okay before but I want you to begin conditioning your hair serge. I have some ideas regardig re-styling it."
She came around the counter and smiled as I sat. She seemed to tower over me with her tall heels.
"On the bed is an outfit I want you to put on serge."
She returned to the sink and began to wash another pile of lettuce.
I walked to the bedroom to find a pair of pants and a shirt. There was a new pair of shoes on the floor.
I removed my worn jeans and pulled off the t-shirt.
"Shower first serge and shave again please," she called from the Kitchen.
As I dried I considered her needs. She wanted me to be special rather than ordinary. I moved the new pants to put on my boxers but when I picked up them up I saw the small pair a panties. The packaging had been removed but these were new. They were soft blue in color. They were boy-shorts. I slipped the panties on without a protest. The second anal plug was also on the bed. Over the past few days I had found inserting the plug easier but wearing it more than several hours required removing it and relaxing for a while. This one was a bit thicker. Her intent was clear.
I lifted my foot to the bed edge and applied a small amount of lube to the toy. Concentrating I positioned the plug and it slipped in. It was noticeably bigger. I felt stuffed. I stopped a moan as I put my foot down. I could hear Maris singing faintly and she smiled seeing me as well.
When I picked up the shirt I found the white undershirt. It had adjustable shoulder straps. I paused only a moment before slipping it on. I pulled the pants on and started to button them. The clasp and button were backward.
Picking up the white dress shirt I felt the soft cotton and noted the tag. It was an expensive designer brand. Looking at the buttons I saw they were also reversed. Contemplating the items she had given me I considered the consequences. Each thing in and of it's self was too small to gripe about. She had been acting quite nice now that we had settled the new path for us. She hadn't pressed me on the cleansing. She hadn't even asked after the texts she had sent days earlier.
Maris was asserting her will sensitively rather than aggressively.
I buttoned the new khaki colored pants and slipped on the soft white shirt over the undergarment. These backward buttons took me sometime to get closed. I now looked at the shoes. Inside was a small package of socks. Actually these were nude in color; long socks that came nearly to the knee. I think these were hose' not socks.
The shoes at a glance had appeared to be Italian but now I saw these were actual flats. The leather was dark brown in color. The design could be gender neutral but they did have a slightly elevated heel. Standing I looked in the full mirror. It was a nice looking outfit but then I saw the profile. The fitted pant and shirt announced my proportions. It was first time I had ever noticed my backside. The tapered leg of the pants further called attention to my bottom and the plug in my bottom made me aware of my posture.
"That looks quite nice serge," I could just see her reflected in the mirror but she could see my backside.
I sensed that I was shifting to Domina's care. There was a formal nature to her commands.
My butt had accommodated the new toy and now I was looking at myself. My Mistress had dressed me. This was her control extended to another aspect of our relationship. I walked closer to the mirror and felt the difference of the slight heel but was startled by the reflection. I could see the straps of the undershirt beneath the shirt. She wanted me to be different than all the other guys I knew. She wanted me to dress for her rather than be like the others.
"How are you doing serge? Do you need a hand?"
