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Pillar Ch. 01

Author's note:

This is my first completed novel. While the plot isn't too complex, the goings on in the story are tricky, and with the help and dedication of a friend who reviewed the whole thing, I tweaked the crucial parts of the story to be better.

I wrote this story to explore the main themes that are included in it. I won't spoil anything by going into what the second theme besides BDSM is, but it's always been my intention to write something enjoyable that hopefully makes my reader think about what he or she read afterwards. (While also being nice and hot.)

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CHAPTER ONE

1

Tom put his head on his hands and watched Ruth stare at her plate. She'd been quiet for a while now. She had something to ask, something embarrassing. He was sure of it, and he couldn't wait to hear it. "You're a little flushed, Ruth. Did I make the chili too spicy?"

"What? No, no. It's wonderful. It's just... I want to ask you something."

Tom smiled. "Go ahead."

"Could you do me a favor tonight? Maybe you could pin me down against the bed or something like that? If that's too weird then forget I ever said anything."

She avoided his eyes, and she seemed to really want all her carrots and beans in separate piles.

A ripple of excitement went through Tom and he said, "If you finish your plate, I'll do what you want."

"You don't think it's a strange thing for me to ask?"

"Oh no, I'm glad you asked. I've wanted to do all kinds of things to you since the first time I saw you."

Her fork ceased its tireless work and as she looked up at him, she saw his crooked little smile and the twinkle in his eyes.

"Oh really? And what did you have in mind?"

"This and that, all of it very exciting, of course."

He winked at her and got up from the table, stepping up behind her as she turned to her plate with renewed zeal. He brushed her hair to the side and teased the nape of her neck. Ruth shivered and froze mid bite when he nibbled her ear, trailing kisses down to the side of her throat.

"Has it gone cold?"

"N-no. Just give me a second."

"Take all the time you need."

She hardly felt the finger he trailed along her clavicle, but the goose bumps his touch gave her made her shiver. He pulled back the shoulder strap of her dress and softly blew cool air on her flushed skin, she closed her eyes as the gentle flow caressed her skin.

"Are you sure you're okay? You've stopped eating again."

She nodded. Words were too much to ask.

"You want desert?"

Another nod.

"Tell me what you want."

Tom nibbled Ruth's ear as his hand followed the seam of her sundress down to her bare leg. His breath rustled in her ear, and when he spoke the gentle tone of his voice invited her, enticed her. "Don't be shy now, say it."

"I want you to hold me down while we make love. Please, now..."

He slipped his hand between her thighs and walked his fingers across the satin skin. "I'm not convinced, Ruth. Ask me again."

"Hold me down and fuck me, Tom."

"With pleasure."

In one swift move he pulled back her chair and locked his lips with hers. He gave her a fiery kiss and pulled her against his chest. His grin never left his face as he swung her legs up and carried her to his bed. The cobalt blue of her sun dress contrasted beautifully with the reddish blond hair framing her flushed, freckled face. He joined her on the sheets and pushed the shoulder straps aside, so he could edge down the luxurious fabric.

Inch by inch he uncovered more of her, dragging her panties down along with the dress. He tossed the clothes aside and slid his hands back up her legs and over her body, down her arms until his palms touched hers. Ruth lifted her wrists above her head as if by an unspoken command, and Tom locked them in place with one hand. She shot forward to kiss him, hungry and excited. But he pulled back. She chased him, struggling to get just a little closer.

"Try to get your hands loose, Ruth."

"I can't."

"I know."

His eyes never left hers as he pulled out his hard cock. He pushed the tip inside and drove deep into her at once. The course fabric of his jeans rubbed against her thighs. A hungry kiss cut off her scream as she got what she wanted.

Pleasure flooded her, and she felt the power of each of his thrusts ripple through her. No choice but to accept. Not a move she could make but closer to him. She kissed him passionately, desperate to show him how much she loved it. Suddenly, Tom stopped and ground his hips into her. His warm body trapped her clit, and he wiggled his pelvis just enough to make her want more. He looked her in the eye and said, "Now I have you here, let me tease you a bit. I'm sure you won't mind."

When Tom moved again, he gave her only bits and pieces of what she wanted. Ruth pushed her hips upward, tried to make him go faster. But every time she sped up, his rhythm would slow down again. It drove her mad. She wanted to claw his back and make him fuck her the way she wanted him to. "Tom, please. I can't take it anymore."

He grinned, winked at her and stopped again. Before she even had the breath to beg him again, he shut her up by slamming his cock back into her slit. Pulling on the headboard with his free hand, he powered into her. She felt shipwrecked in a storm, shackled to the mast of a tiny boat utterly lost at sea. A huge wave crashed on top of her and she froze, her orgasm bursting through her.

Tom pushed his hips down and pinned her against the mattress as her body shocked with pleasure, but the moment she relaxed, he sped up again and fucked her with hard thrusts that pushed her closer and closer to the headboard. There was no more boat now, she was in a haze clinging to a piece driftwood as wave after wave of sheer pleasure battered her. Tom collapsed on top of her, still holding down her hands as he pumped his come deep inside of her.

Neither of them moved, perfectly happy to luxuriate in the afterglow. They locked fingers, and just before Ruth drifted off to sleep, she mumbled, "Oh wow."

2

The early morning light shone inside Tom's bedroom. It did a wonderful job highlighting the hints of copper and gold in Ruth's messy hair. Tom had been watching her sleep, but now she opened her eyes. "Morning Ruth, how was your night?"

A beaming smile appeared on her face as she peaked through her eyelashes. "It was great, slept like a baby. I'm a little sore though."

"Hey, your wish is my command."

"Yeah, yeah. Oh, I'm really going to feel this all day. Next time, at least warn me you're going to try and break the bed in half."

"So you liked it?"

"Mmmmmmm."

She stretched her body and snuggled closer to him, happy to be lazy and have him stroke her hair.

"So, why did you ask?"

"Hmm?"

"Why did you ask me to pin you down?"

Suddenly shy again, she curled up and hid her face. "It's just something I've been thinking about."

"And that's all there is to it?"

"Yeah, that's all."

Tom whispered into her ear, "What do you think of when you play with yourself, Ruth? Do you imagine yourself like you were yesterday?"

She kept quiet, reluctant to answer. Her nails dug into his chest, so he stroked her hair again. He almost missed it when she answered. "Yes."

"Do you imagine more?"

"Yes. Please don't hate me."

"Why would I hate you?"

"It's not normal and I shouldn't want it. Tom, please forget I ever asked you. It was a mistake."

Ruth shook against his chest and he tightened his grip on her to let her know he was there for her.

"Hush, you don't have to worry. I'm glad you told me. I want to know more."

"No, just forget about it."

"You don't understand, I'm like you. I've dreamt of stuff like yesterday since the first time I met you. I have everything I need here in my place. Tell me what you want and I will make it happen."

"You do?"

"I know a few things about BDSM. I've been doing it for two years now. Longer if you count me reading about it, but when it comes to practicing and the occasional bit of fun, then it's only been two years."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

He shrugged and said, "We've only been dating for four months now, it's not something that comes up. I keep it private."

"And you want to do that stuff to me?"

"Only what you're comfortable with."

"I don't know what to say."

Tom stroked her hair. "Then say nothing. Just know that you don't have to hide from me."

3

Tom left Ruth alone to go make breakfast and in her head panic broke out. Embarrassed, she pulled the duvet all the way over her head. She'd told Tom. And he hadn't responded in any way she'd expected him to. Oh, she'd suspected he would be understanding. But his offer had blindsided her. He had said he wanted to know everything. What for? She balled up under the duvet like a little girl and sighed. What to do?

"Ruth? I cooked bacon and eggs. Do you want some?"

She peaked out from under the edge of the duvet and saw him grinning down at her. "Playing hide and seek?"

He seemed so comfortable with the situation, how he did it was beyond her.

"I don't think I can even get a single bite in me."

"Come here, stop hiding under the blanket and have a piece of crispy bacon."

She didn't move from her cozy fortress and he sighed. "Fine, I'll feed you myself."

The next ten minutes were a haze for Ruth as Tom fed her bite sized bits of bacon and egg. No big deal to him, just something he did. For her it was different. That someone would happily do something as silly as feed her made her happy. Maybe she could tell him. "Tom, if I tell you, will you promise me you won't laugh at me? It's kind of embarrassing."

"I won't laugh at you, Ruth."

A few deep breaths helped her calm down and steel herself. "I want to do more of what we did last night. Other stuff as well. I don't really know what though. But I want to find out what I like. It's not that our sex life isn't great, but... You know, different is good in a different way. And oh, I want to be a genie."

She blurted it out and scanned his face for any sign he would laugh at her, but she saw nothing. He had a perfect poker face. "What type of genie?"

"What?"

"There are different kinds. Which do you want to be?"

"That's your first question?"

"Yes."

"You don't want to ask about any of the other stuff?"

"Oh, that. I know more about that than you do, no need to ask."

"Do you now?"

"I do. Is being a genie your oldest fantasy?"

She slowly nodded her head.

"Is it a lesser genie you want to be, gifted to a master?"

"How? I didn't say anything about that."

Tom stroked her hair and looked down at her with a warm smile. "It's who you are, Ruth. Every time we're together you try your best to make me comfortable and happy. Tell me, did you use to keep beer in the fridge?"

She frowned at his question but answered anyway."No, why?"

"How many different kinds are in your fridge now?"

"Six, I think."

"Did you buy those because I like beer?"

"Well, yes, but what does that have to do with anything?"

"It's just one little thing, but I noticed. You changed your makeup when I told you I like it better when it's subtle. Every time I see you, you're wearing something nice. You really didn't have to wear such a beautiful evening dress yesterday. Did you wear it because I would enjoy it?"

Embarrassed, Ruth looked away from him. "Yes."

Tom picked her up from the bed and settled her in his lap. He held her close to him and said, "Do you love it when I notice? How do you feel right now?"

"I'm not nervous anymore. I'm warm and safe."

"I think you want to make me happy and have me love you for it."

"Maybe, I'm not sure. There's more than that, you know, sex stuff."

"That can wait for now. For now, we'll shower. When that's finished, you'll go home with some books I want you to read. I'll leave you alone for a week, so you can figure out what you want."

"You're throwing me out already?"

"Well, I guess I'm in no hurry to take my shower..."

Tom left a satisfied woman in bed when he made his way to the bathroom. She had leafed through the books he'd put on the table by the time he got out.

"You want me to read all of these?"

"Yes, you should have an idea what's out there, so you know what you can ask for. Each book has recommended readings. Check out something of your own choice. Don't be ashamed. Let yourself be curious. Be greedy."

He locked her in his arms, slid his hands in her hair and edged her back to the wall. His tongue invaded her mouth and claimed it as his. She was trapped, but safe. She yielded to him and danced her tongue around his. When he released her she was out of breath, flushed and very horny.

"Goodbye now."

"Wait, you can't leave me like this!"

"But I can, I'm doing it right now. You'll have to wait until next week."

And out the door she went, with Tom chuckling all the way to the doorstep. Great, she'd have to calm down now before she could even start her car safely. Damn that man.

4

"Hi Ruth, how was your week?"

It had been terrible, exciting, confusing.

"Okay, I guess."

"Ok? Be honest with me."

She lowered her gaze and said, "I read so many things I hadn't even imagined."

"There's a list exercise about what you would do, wouldn't do and what you would consider doing. Did you do it?"

"No, I skipped that."

Tom pointed at the kitchen table. "Grab a pen and some paper and write down everything you can come up with. I'll watch TV."

"But..."

"No buts, get to it."

The list turned out to be surprisingly long. The books were wonderfully creative in what they considered okay to do. When she finished, Ruth saw Tom reading a couple sheets of paper in the couch.

"What's that you're reading?"

"I'll trade you."

"You want to read my list? Oh no, I can't do that."

"Ruth, you will have to trust me with much more if you want to go through with this. Do you trust me?"

The paper crumpled in her grip. "I do, it's just... I don't even know how much of what's on that paper is true. What if it makes you think badly of me?"

"Don't worry. Whatever it is you imagine in that beautiful head of yours, I can do worse. Trade?"

"Fine."

He handed her the copy in his hands, typed and titled 'Aysa'.

"Who's Aysa?"

"I liked you being a genie so I made up a story. I hope you like it."

"Somehow I think I will."

***

Aysa

Djinn avoid or ignore us pitiful humans. Yet stories abound of mortals piquing their interest and snaring them in the mortal world.

Some get bored and cause what they think is innocent mischief. In my story, an Ifrit replaced a human child with me, one of his own. While I grew up amongst humans, the stolen child lived as a slave to the Djinn. Unlike many changelings, my pedigree didn't manifest itself in magic or its like. Instead my mind was sharper and my body stronger.

Military service suited me, and I served king Sharyar well. First I was a Sassanian, a cavalry commander. Later I became a renowned leader of men, a Shah. I commanded with authority, gained swift victories and tricked numerous enemies. I averted many disasters, several of which instigated by my father.

My disturbing of his entertainment angered him and he intended to kill me. He attacked me, but I escaped him by jumping in the sea. No Ifrit could follow me there.

But luck was not on my side. A Marid dwelt in a submerged cave close to that shore and was annoyed at my intrusion. He rose from the depths and towered over me, terrible in his power. He was as a mountain, his voice thundered and his eyes burned with the fire that was his life. The tidal wave that announced the Marid's arrival threw me on the shore. My father tried to snatch me then, but the Marid stopped him.

"You, Ifrit, why do you drive this changeling into my seas?"

"He has displeased me."

I shook in fear as the Marid turned his regard to me. Thunderclouds gathered above him. "What have you done, changeling?"

"The Ifrit lies. I have done nothing. Today is the first time I see him! I am just a soldier. A Shah that prevents armies from landing on your shores and fleets from sailing over your seas. I am your most humble servant."

I prostrated myself before the Marid, my forehead pressed into the sand.

"This is how he displeased you, Ifrit? I will not allow you to kill this human. You broke the law by attempting it. My King will hear of this. You are under my protection now, soldier. I will repay your service and ask my King for an audience where he will judge the Ifrit."

I woke up in a room beyond my imagination. Fine silk with golden and silver patterns woven through it surrounded the bed. The artful scenes mesmerized me. I had not seen half of the story depicted on the drapes when a lesser Djinni came to lead me to the King.

During the trial I came to know from the Marids present that the spiteful Ifrit was my father. He pleaded his case and denied that I was his son. No son of his couldn't perform any magic. I told the king that my talents did not lie with magic, but with cunning and strength.

The Djinn lands beyond the great emerald mountains are vast. There are cities that try to blind each other with their splendor. Each is ruled by a king, but the fickle nature of even the higher Djinn makes it impossible to be true to any alliance. Always there was war. To prove beyond doubt I had my father's blood, the King tasked me to defeat the army of a rival who had broken his word once more.

The arduous campaign saw us trek through the emerald mountains. I forget how many ambushes we fell prey to before we made it to the battlefield. The clash differed from what I had encountered before, and my wits were all I had to keep my host from being scattered. Strange as this war was, I was served well by my past experience.

As with any army, this one also had camp followers. For Djinn it is unnecessary to bathe, but I have found that cleanliness is paramount on any campaign to stay fresh and healthy. If there was water available, I would bathe in the morning. I soon noticed eager eyes watching me. I never let this show, instead I extended my morning ritual as much as possible.

The war ended in victory, and the rival king conceded. On our way back, my observer had become more and more audacious. I had caught glimpses of her by then and I knew who she was. On our return, the King recognized the truth of my claim and accordingly punished my father. He thanked me for my service and told me to choose that which I valued most from his vast riches.

"If Your Highness would permit me, that which I value the most is a Djinnayah called Aysa. No gift would be more precious than if she were to follow me and obey my wishes. I wish to make her a paragon of excellence, a being that will make the true meaning of her name, clear as the moon, inadequate to describe her magnificence."

The king agreed that I could take Aysa as my concubine, but I asked the King if he would allow her to decide for herself. If she decided that she didn't want to bind herself, I would take nothing as a reward. My request surprised the King, but he called Aysa forward nonetheless and she kneeled in front of me.

"Many times I have watched you as you bathed, marveling at such a creature, despairing that none such as yourself would deem me worthy a moment of his time. And now you ask me to choose you? I will not waste a moment longer being from your sight. If you will have me, you can take me!"
Tears wet her pale cheeks, flushed by her need to speak out to me.

"I have glimpsed you peeking at me many times, dear one. In turn, I have followed your graceful stride through the camp and have enjoyed every time you danced for us. Aysa holds no secrets for me. Now answer me the question: will you bind yourself to me? If you do, I will ask the illustrious King to seal you and place your seal in your own hands, so you may remember at all times you could be free from me if you wanted to be."

Tears streamed down Aysa's beautiful face, and she cried out, "Please, my Shah, don't make me wait in agony any longer. I feel desolate and adrift not being bound to you."

The king was curious and asked of me, "Why is this necessary, soldier? If I seal her, she will not oppose you. Why would you give her the key to her freedom? She might run."

"My king, if she stays with me because she cannot leave, she will come to resent me and I will lose what is dear to me. It is not her beauty I seek, although it is extraordinary. It is her devotion to me that I seek. If I allow her to leave when she no longer thinks I am deserving of her, then I must be my humble best to keep her by my side."

The king was silent for a moment and said, "Indeed, this would be more valuable than the riches my dominion has to offer. You are wise beyond your years. Now go and be true to the words you have spoken."

***

Ruth was quiet for a long time, weighing the story in her mind. It was delightfully fantastical and exaggerated, like a story told by Scheherazade in 1001 Arabian nights.

A paragon of excellence, was that what he wanted? Could she do it? She had no idea. It bewildered her that Tom thought she could. One week ago, she had never even indulged her fantasies and now a crazy man offered her what she wanted on a platter. He was reading her list of needs and desires right now. Her hand flew to her mouth, was he going to use that? Her head spun with the possibilities.

She had to know, had to hear his thoughts. She got up and hurried to the living area, where Tom lay spread out on the couch, reading her secret cravings. Just another day at the office.

"What does it mean, Tom? Why did you write this?"

"It's not the only thing I have written, I also made a contract."

"Oh."

"If you don't want it, we can forget all about having a contract."

"I... I want it Tom. I want all of it, I loved the story. Aysa... I wanted to be her."

He smiled and got up. He tapped her list. "With just a little help you can be anything you like. You can do anything. But realize that our life together will change. There can be no dishonesty in a relationship like this. None."

Ruth took a step towards Tom, but she hesitated to go closer. "I know, I mean I don't know. This is all incredibly confusing. I've wanted this since I was fourteen, but I can't say I understand what it all means."

Tom left the list behind and made up the distance between them. He took Ruth in his arms and left his lips lingering on her forehead as he said, "I'll leave the contract here with you. It says what our responsibilities are and what I'm expecting. It grew without me realizing. There was just so much I wanted to say, so many things that are important to me."

He grabbed her shoulders and held her back so he could look at her. "Don't think the words themselves are what's important. Try to find the message between the lines. Most of what I've written is meant to guide you, it would be impossible to live by a contract like this. I want this to help you and not hold you back. Think of it as something you can page through when you feel uncertain."

His grip on her shoulders tightened. "Please read it and think very hard. Mark anything that makes you uncomfortable. You need to do that by yourself before we negotiate. I don't want to leave you alone again, but I'm going stay away for another week. I miss teasing you and holding you, but I need you to be one hundred percent clear about this. Otherwise it's meaningless."

Ruth flung her arms around his neck and yanked his head down so she could kiss him. As soon as she stopped pulling, she pushed. Tom tumbled backwards in his chair and the air was forced from his lungs with an oomph. Her eyes burned with passion. "I need you now."

She fumbled with his pants and pulled out his cock as quickly as she could manage in her state. She grabbed his shaft in her hand and drove herself down on it.

"I love you Tom, I really do. You didn't... laugh... when I... told you."

She couldn't speak anymore. All her energy went to fucking herself. Tom had no idea how long it lasted, but the climax they shared was primal and very loud. Both of them couldn't speak for minutes afterwards. When she recovered Ruth whispered, "You didn't laugh at me when I told you, instead... You stroll in and hand me a paper telling me I can have everything I want. I can't believe it. I don't even know what you're saying, but it feels so good. You make me feel like I'm a treasure."

Tom pushed her chin up and with a smile he said, "That's because you are, Ruth."

When Tom left, after stilling Ruth's happy tears, it took more out of him than he'd expected it to, but she had to make up her mind without him. She had to, otherwise it would mean nothing.

5

Ruth stood wringing her hands in front of Jenny's door. The door opened and she said, "Hi, Jenny."

"Ruth? It's 11 PM, on a Wednesday. What's wrong?"

"I need a drink. Tom... What can I say? I'm a mess. He —"

Jenny grabbed Ruth and hugged her tight. "Did you guys break up? Poor girl. Come in, come in. Let me see if I can get you something right away. You can tell me everything."

"No, no, we didn't break up. It's just... I don't know what to do."

"Come in, don't just stand there. Sit down, I'll be right back."

After chugging her first glass, Ruth had to gather her courage to tell about what had happened. "It started when I asked him to be a little rough with me in bed. From that he guessed that I wanted more of that. Don't ask me how. He smiled, said everything would be peachy and then sent me off with some books. A week later, he dropped off a contract. I've read it over and over. I tried to call, but he said we'll talk on Saturday. So here I am. Talk to me, or I'll explode."

Jenny folded her arms and with her brow furrowed, she said "Can you show me that contract? I haven't got a clue what's in it."

"It's kind of private."

"Well, if you don't want to show me, are you just here to drink all my rum?"

"Fine."

Ruth took a long pull from her drink before getting the contract. She bobbed her foot while Jenny read the contract.

"It's twelve pages long, Ruth. And then it still mentions written rules and something called Yes-No-Maybe lists."

"I know."

"Is this what you want?"

"It's far from what I imagined. I almost can't believe he's willing to go that far. But I want it, that much I know."

"So you want this. Shouldn't you be happy then?"

Ruth took a big gulp from her drink and said, "I'm scared to death and at the same time the excitement might kill me first."

"If you were me, and your friend told you she wanted to sign this crazy contract with a man you yourself hadn't met, what would you want?"

"I'd want to meet him."

"That's what's happening this weekend. A contract is a piece of paper, I can't judge based on just that." Jenny shrugged and continued, "But no matter what I think, I can't decide for you what you want. If it'll make you happy, go for it. But I won't let him beat you up for love."

"He wouldn't do that."

"We'll see. I'll top up our drinks and then you will tell me everything about him. Don't you dare hold back on me."

Ruth cast a glance towards the door, maybe it had been a mistake to involve her oldest friend. Once Jenny got interested in something juicy, she wouldn't let go until she squeezed you dry. She sighed and settled back into the couch. It wouldn't hurt to set her thoughts straight about Tom. This was all going eerily fast. They had only known each other for five months, but it was long enough for her to be sure he wouldn't hurt her. That she believed above all else.

6

Tom rang the bell to Ruth's and was surprised to see Jenny open the door.

"Hi. Is Ruth sick? She didn't call to say anything was wrong."

"She's fine. Come in, I've been expecting you."

"Well, good evening then."

Tom stepped inside and offered to kiss Jenny on the cheek but she ignored him. "I'm Tom."

"I know who you are. My name is Jenny. I'm an old friend of Ruth's."

"Ah. Am I here for my interrogation?"

A wicked smile spread across Jenny's face, her eyes gleaming. "Yes, you most certainly are."

They entered the living room, but Ruth wasn't there. Tom resigned himself to what was to come and got comfortable in the couch. Jenny deposited the contract on the coffee table before him. "First, what is this?"

"Did you read it?"

"Did you write it?"

"I looked up sample contracts on the internet. I kept the parts that made sense to me, revisited them and added as I saw fit. But I made it myself, yes."

Jenny sat down opposite from him, her arms crossed. "Seems like an a lot of trouble to go through. Why?"

"Because Ruth deserves that level of commitment. I think she needs this, and I want to make it happen for her."

"What's in it for you?"

"Everything I want from her."

"So she just throws herself at you? Just like that, she's supposed to give you everything you ask of her."

Tom slowly shook his head. The look in his eyes was one of stern conviction, as if he wouldn't lower himself to speaking less than truth. "It doesn't work like that, it couldn't. You've read the contract. If Ruth doesn't feel like she's getting what she wants, it gives her a lot of options to do something about that. In the BDSM community it's often said that the dominant draws the short end of the stick in a long term commitment."

He looked Jenny straight in the eye, to impress the weight of his words on her. "It's a burden to be responsible for a submissive. A dominant has expectations for his submissive and it's up to him to make sure they are met. Apart from that, he has to stay in control of his own life. He needs to want to improve just as much as his submissive does. A dominant is not a leech, he is a friend and a mentor. Ruth doesn't need someone to serve, she needs someone to bring out the full extent of her possibilities."

"And how will I know you won't make my Ruth into something she's not?"

He smiled at her, a kind smile that softened the stern lines in his face. "You're very kind, and I understand why you're worried. It's true that submissives can end up in an abusive relationship that doesn't give them their rights. I want Ruth to submit of her own free will. There is a unique sense of freedom and power in giving yourself to another. I want that other to be me."

Jenny relaxed and got more comfortable. "You don't hold back, do you? Ruth told me about you. She's still getting to know you and she's scared. Maybe you'll deliver, but if you hurt her I'll call the cops in a heartbeat."

"Then I'll make sure you have all the information at hand to file a complaint against me. Don't hesitate to call, better a false alarm than no notification at all."

"Right."

He chuckled and said, "I like you, Jenny. You're good people."

His mirth as he complimented her made her blush, and she barked back at him, "Oh, shut up. You can come in now Ruth! Did you catch all that?"

Ruth entered the room and Tom forgot Jenny was even present. Ruth's hair was up, exposing her fragile neck. A small hanger rested right at the top of the subtle cleavage in her dress. His eyes travelled on, across the swell of her breasts and down the cream expanse that draped itself around her curves beautifully. A very high split wonderfully exposed one of her leg.

Tom walked up to her and kissed her as he ran his hands along her naked back. One hand went up to her neck, while the other slipped down her lower back, so he could trap her against his body. There wasn't even a part of him that thought it possible to stop doing what he was doing. A cough from somewhere else on the planet broke the spell and Jenny's voice said, "Well, she told me she would show how much she liked your answers. I didn't expect that though."

Two pairs of eyes told Jenny she wasn't wanted for the time being.

"You didn't forget I was here, did you?"

Her amusement was clear in the twinkle of her eyes, even more so when Tom needed to clear his throat before answering. "I might have for a second there."

"You should readjust down there, buddy."

After a short glance downwards, he got the message and readjusted, ignoring her laughter. Ruth settled down too, although she looked a little silly wearing a gala dress. Tom's eyes took her in more closely now, not skipping anything. His expression betrayed how pleased he was with her, it made Ruth light up with a shy smile. Another cough disturbed the spell. "I should leave and let you two work off some steam, shouldn't I?"

Ruth shook her head and said, "No, not before we tell him."

Tom tilted his head and asked, "Tell me what?"

"We want a third signature on the contract."

"What do you mean?"

"Jenny wants to sign the contract as well. As an observer. She gets a copy of the contract and has to sign off on any amendments made."

Tom folded his hands in front of him and considered the proposal. The girls were tense, this was a key moment for them. They let out the breath they had been holding when Tom curtly nodded and said, "I see the point and I accept it. I'd rather avoid someone unfamiliar intruding on personal terrain, but I'll trust Ruth in this. As I said before, Jenny seems to be good people."

He winked at Jenny and held his hand out to Ruth, pulling her against him. "Ruth, I'm glad to see you take initiative. I made a leap of faith and it's turning out all right. But you can't consider signing before you've seen my limits and the rules I've written down. I'll leave them here tonight and give you a few more days. When I come back, we'll find out whether this contract is going to become more than just a scrap of paper."

With tears in the corners of her eyes, Ruth made herself small in the warmth of his embrace. In a soft voice she whispered to him, "I think it will Tom, I really do."

They didn't notice Jenny leaving. She was happy for her friend, the sight of Tom gently stroking Ruth's back as she cuddled up against him made her believe that her friend was safe. It had been over two years since Ruth had even shown interest in anything romantic. She had worked on her career instead of taking the risk of being hurt by another man. Jenny hoped this one would be better to her.

***

Back inside Tom and Ruth made it to the bedroom.

"Will this tear?"

"Not if you're careful."

"Keep it on, I love seeing you in it."

She bit her lip and nodded, excited about what was to come. He pushed her dress up above her hips and grabbed her soft, firm buns in his hands. Nothing interrupted the satin expanse of her skin.

"No underwear? You're wearing nothing but this dress?"

"I hurried."

His hands dug in and he pulled her against him, the heat from his cock burned through his pants. When he opened his eyes again, his look of pure lust made Ruth gasp. He lifted her, dumped her on the bed and spread her legs with his hands. She was ready, so he gave her what she wanted. No teasing and no holding back. He would make her remember this night every time she wore that dress. "By the time I'm finished with you, this dress will need some serious dry cleaning."

He first spelled the alphabet, neatly written with his tongue on the inside of her folds, never once touching her clit with his lips. She writhed and moaned, unsure of what he would do next when he slid his hand up to her breast, kneading it as he circled her clit with his tongue. He gave her nipple a vicious twist and locked his lips over her clit as the sudden shock of sweet pain shot through her. "Oh, Tom!"

Pleasure crashed over her and she screamed, only to choke mid scream when he flicked her clit with his tongue and teased her asshole. The heat radiating from her nipple melded together with the other sensations he sparked inside her body. She grabbed her breasts and arched her back in orgasm. At once, the energy that had built so quickly erupted and she grabbed his hair to keep from getting lost. He carefully brought her back, and her death grip on his hair loosened. She smiled as she basked in the delicious afterglow.

Tom grinned as he saw her panting on the bed. "Now for my part of the fun. This won't be over soon."

The rest of the night was a blur of sensations for Ruth, but she vividly remembered his look when he fucked her for the first time that night. Ferocious and fast, enough to make the bed shake. The second and third time showed his skill as a lover. If he had any tricks left at the end of it, she would have been very surprised.

The following morning Tom got up early and said, "Be a good girl and bring that gorgeous dress to the dry cleaners so it's not damaged. I want to see you in it again."

She stretched out her leg and made to get up but he pushed her back down. "No, don't get up. Just stay in bed, I'll leave the envelope on the kitchen table."

Her last thought before falling back to sleep was that she might really die if he got free reign over her, but it would be a sweet death. She smiled, curled up under the duvet and let out a happy sigh.

7

Jenny looked up from the Rules and tapped them with her finger.

"I don't get it, Ruth. You don't want to scrap anything?"

Ruth shook her head.

"You're going to sign it, aren't you? Why? What's in it for you?"

"He expects me to strive for excellence. Everything I do, everywhere I go, I'll be reminded that he cares about me. I'll never be alone again. Just thinking about it makes me feel warm inside. And the things he'll do to me... I get shivers, Jenny."

Jenny held her hands up in defense and said, "I know, I know. I'm just scared that I'll lose you. It's been the two of us for so long."

Ruth hugged her friend and said, "My life as it is isn't enough. Besides, he won't keep me from seeing you. And I know you like him."

Jenny let out an unladylike snort and said, "To use his own words, he's good people."

Ruth laughed and jumped her friend, tickling her sides. "You'll have to do better than that Jenny."

"Okay, okay. Stop! It's just so strange. Here's miss assistant manager at a lingerie company founded by a woman and held strong by women. And suddenly miss assistant manager wants to go serve a man."

"It's not sudden. I'm sorry I never told you, it's not... something that's easy to talk about."

Ruth thought for a second, her expression clouded. "I won't change, well, I am, but I'll still be Ruth. It's just... Ah, how do I explain it?"

She chewed her lip, making Jenny smile. Ruth hadn't realized that she did that, ever.

"You know about my life and how much I work. The thing is, what I want besides work is hard to find. I want to live in a fantasy. I want to stop worrying. There's a bunch of stuff I want to do. Somehow none of it gets done. I get home from work and I glue myself to the couch. If Tom cares about me, I'll love the things he makes me do. He'll take away everything that bothers me, so I can be myself more."

Jenny held up her hand to stop Ruth from saying anything else. "Can we just watch the movie for a bit?"

"Sure."

She glanced at Ruth and grinned. "You know, I think you'll be fine. It won't hurt you to have your ass spanked from time to time."

"Hey."

8

Tom held out a pen and Ruth took it from him, but he didn't let go.

"Everything is clear and understood?"
"Yes."

"There is nothing you'd like to change?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Some things make me squeamish, but I've turned it over in my mind in every possible way... I've fantasized and I want it all. I'm being greedy, like you told me to. And how could it not fit? You wrote it for me, right?"

"I did."

A smile lit up her face, and she put her free hand on his. "How did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Know what I would like before I did?"

"I picked what felt right for you. The rules came easy, I had a lot to tell. The contract was the hard part."

"It is binding, right?"

"Yes, in any sense of the word that's not legal."

Ruth steeled herself and took the pen from Tom's hand. She signed all three copies of the contract. Tom signed as well and passed it on to Jenny, the observer. He leaned back in his chair with a sigh. "I have to say, I expected this to be more complicated. It's a little anticlimactic."

"Tom, you've given me weeks to consider this. It was all I could think of. I've bought more books and I'm convinced that we'll make this relationship real, responsible and very, very fulfilling."

Jenny stacked the contracts after signing them and put them to the side. Tom took the top one and said, "It's done. I'll keep my copy in my safe deposit box. Jenny, my servant girl needs a pet name. How about sparky? She does have red hair."

Jenny had been quiet, but his question unleashed the little devil inside of her and she put in her two cents. Snowflake! No, little princess or even pookie. Ruth endured all this nonsense with a stoic face and a little trepidation that her pet name would be something unbearably silly. After a while, Tom got serious and said, "I like your name, so I'll call you Ruth. But when I feel I'm in need of a pet name that'll get your attention, then you'll be my little girl."

He turned back to Jenny and he said, in an 'I can't help it, but you're kind of disturbing' way, "Jenny, thank you for being here for this. But I made a reservation in case this went well and it's about time to get ready. I'm sure you don't mind —"

"Oh, I don't mind. You fuck her brains to mush, whatever you want. As long as she's happy, I won't be a problem. I'll let myself out."

And she did, after she threw a fat wink at Ruth.

***

Tom watched Ruth as she looked herself over in the mirror. The outfit he had chosen for her pleased him. She looked classy and beautiful. A blend of teal and greys worked wonders with her smooth, creamy skin. She had put up her hair and had left a couple strands free to frame her delicate face. He couldn't resist and kissed her neck. "Tonight, you'll call me Sir for the first time."

She shivered at his words and pushed her fingers between his so she could pull his hands up to her braless breasts. He groaned and pulled her hard against him, his cock pushed against her back, hard as steel. "Something's still missing I think."

"Tom, it's wonderful. I love it. It doesn't need anything else."

"Ruth, the first thing you and you already make a mistake? I told you to call me Sir."

He untangled his hands from hers and tweaked her nipples hard through the supple fabric of the top. His mouth hovered inches from her ear and the promise in his voice made her pussy drool when he said, "I'll give you some special attention when we get back, I'm sure you can figure out what type I mean. Wait here while I go get something."

He left her swaying and came back with a pair of fine silk stockings, hovering somewhere between the grey of her skirt and the color of her top. "Put these on for me. Do it slowly. God, you'll be the most beautiful woman anywhere."

"I will do my best, Sir."

She took the stockings and made her way to the nearest chair, her hips swaying. She sat down and kicked of her heels. A heady mixture of curiosity and excitement made her randy. She stretched out her leg and displayed it in all its smooth glory. Tom watched her in breathless silence as she slid the silk up her legs, inch by inch. The pure eroticism of such a feminine act had him mesmerized. By the time she finished he had lost his voice and just lead her to the car by hand. Her smile at his reaction was one of supreme female confidence.

***

In the restaurant, Ruth's high carried through. She strode at Tom's side with her head held high. The looks she got unleashed an unexplored part of her inner woman. With every step the sway of her hips became more pronounced.

Tom ordered for the both of them and when their food arrived, Ruth waited for her own plate to arrive, but the waiter didn't come back. "I don't get to eat, Sir?"

"Of course you do, I'll feed you from my plate."

"Sir?" Her voice wavered, and she had to swallow before she could force out another word. "Can I please have my own plate?"

He ignored her request and held out a bite of food. Her blush was wonderful as she accepted the morsel. "Thank you, Sir."

"You can thank me when the plate is finished, Ruth."

She fought her own embarrassment and made love to every spoonful he fed her. If he wanted to play then she would gladly accept and show him how much she wanted him. He wiped her mouth from time to time, and each time his fingers trailed her collar bone down to her breasts, before he lingered at one of her nipples. A secret thrill went through her as Tom coddled her, on top of the jitters it gave her to think about someone discovering what they were doing.

Tom put down his fork for a second and slid a little box towards Ruth. Her excitement ramped up even further when she opened it and saw the silver toys inside. He saw her flush deepen and smiled.

"After we finish this plate, I want you to go to the bathroom. I think you know what you're supposed to do. When you come back, you will give me your panties. I'll have more instructions for you then."

Her breathing quickened with every bite. She was soaked by the time she got up. She wanted to ask him how she should give him her panties before she went, but he had already mentioned over a waiter. When he saw her standing forlorn at their table he said, "I'll order you another drink and tell the waiter to bring the next course in twenty minutes. No need to hurry, just make sure you're back in time. And Ruth, don't be too loud while you're in there."

Tom winked at her and she softly moaned at the insinuation. In a daze she made her way to the bathroom and locked her stall. She pulled her panties down and accidentally grazed her clit. A jolt of pleasure shot through her and she gasped. She stroked two fingers between her lips and it amazed her how wet she was. Her hand shook as she trailed her lips up to her clit and rubbed it.

She had to bite her other hand to keep from making noise but the whole idea of playing with herself in a restaurant turned her on so much that she was beyond control. Her hand was a blur as she rushed towards a quick orgasm. A series of choked sounds escaped around her fist as she came. Her juices wet her thighs and ran down her legs. She had the decency of mind to wipe her come with her panties.

She took the Ben Wa balls out of their box and slipped them inside. She'd never had this particular inside of her, but she knew from reading about them that they kind of jiggled inside. The brief coolness when she slipped them in her slit felt nice.

Blowing off some steam had given her some much needed relief. Her peace of mind evaporated when she stood up and walked to the trashcan though. The balls pushed against her sensitive insides and she froze her in place. Even smaller balls moved around inside of the bigger ones, causing all sorts of vibrations in her pussy. She needed a rest, or else she'd collapse in the middle of the restaurant and come all over the floor.

After five minutes of deep breathing and telling herself she could do it, she made her way back to Tom, hips swaying. She wouldn't lose his game. Instead of accepting her panties straight away, he gripped her wrist and kept her from returning to her seat. People at neighboring tables turned towards her as she stood there, slightly bent over. She blushed and hoped that nobody would figure anything out.

"When you get back to your seat, flip up your skirt and sit on your bare bottom. You will sit that way for the rest of the evening." He leaned in a little closer and said, "I'm sure the staff won't mind if you leave a puddle on your seat."

Ashamed and aroused, Ruth flipped up her skirt and sat down. The cool leather of the chair was a pleasure on her overheated pussy. But the game continued. Tom made her chase half of the bites he fed her, forcing her to move and shift the Ben Wa balls around. "Don't chase too far, little girl. What if you flash your cute butt to the other diners?"

The idea she was half naked, so close to dozens of strangers was an incredible thrill. The constant excitement gave her a series of tiny orgasms. Soon enough her own juices wet her thighs and a puddle formed on her seat. But still she knew she was unconsciously holding back an enormous explosion of pleasure. All she had to do was wait and Tom would drive her out of her mind.

"Ruth. I've let you have your fun in the restaurant and in the bathroom. I hope you remember what's waiting for you when we get home. If you make no more mistakes, I promise you it'll amazing. It's up to you. On the ride home, you will not come or make a noise. Save it for when we get back. And follow the rules, that's all I'm asking. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good."

He didn't allow her to take out the Ben Wa balls, and she had to bite her lip at every bump in the road to keep quiet. What was he going to do to her? It dominated her thoughts and fueled her fantasy.

***

Tom entered the master bedroom and pointed towards a spot in front of his chair. He nudged Ruth forward and said, "Kneel down on your hands and right there. Face the bed and flip up your skirt. Do not look back. I'm going to spank you, but I'll make it nice."

Ruth took her place and waited. Every minute lasted longer than she was used to, stretching out her anticipation. Tom came back inside once, slid two fingers inside her and remarked that maybe she wasn't ready yet to be disciplined. She moaned and pushed back. She wanted more, ever since she'd put in the Ben Wa balls she hadn't been able to stop thinking about Tom fucking her and making her come.

The second time he poured himself a drink and admired her cute butt. His scotch seemed even better than usual. "Ruth, you can stand now. Take off your skirt and drape yourself over my lap so I have good access to your ass. There is a pillow next to the chair for you to put under your chest."

Trembling with desire, she stood up with her eyes cast down.

"Close your eyes and try to enjoy the sensation. You're allowed to make sounds, but not to speak freely. This is a reminder that you should correctly address me at all times. I understand that excitement can make it hard for you to remember things, but forgetfulness is a sign you don't care. I want you to do better. You'll like this, but realize that it doesn't have to be like this. Especially not when you repeat your mistakes."

Tom caressed and kneaded Ruth's ass. His touch was slow and sensual, luxurious. Ruth had her eyes tightly shut and tried to keep still, hard as it was. He complimented her on the firmness of her ass, how soft it was and how nicely shaped. It made her feel appreciated, which was promptly forgotten when he described where he would spank her fine ass. The first little taps made Ruth jerk, each time the Ben Wa balls jingled inside of her. She had no idea when or where the next tap would come. Tom slipped his hand between her legs and teased her pussy.

"You will count the strokes and thank me for each one. Ready?"

She didn't have time to answer before his hand connected with her ass. Two fingers slipped inside her and curled up while his thumb circled her clit. He massaged her soft folds and nudged the balls around. The sharp sting of the slap fed straight into her pussy and fed into the pleasure he gave her. It overwhelmed her, and she moaned.

"How many, Ruth?"

"O-one."

"Little girl, you're not even trying. I have to add three now. One because you forgot to count and another two because you didn't address me correctly. You didn't even thank me."

The second one was slightly harder, across both her cheeks. Again she moaned, but she counted. Tom made his way up to eight, he kneaded her burning cheeks and teased her soaked pussy between each strike. The next three came in quick succession, giving Ruth just enough time to thank him. After that, he took shorter breaks but made up for that by rubbing her clit.

"Sir! Please let me come!"

"Come for me."

He gave her a hard spank, and she yelped as the monster orgasm that had built up all evening finally erupted. Her body shook and jerked in his lap and her moans turned into one long sound of purest pleasure.

A primal desire to fuck her into oblivion overwhelmed Tom. He picked her up and put her on an armrest. She was still recovering when she felt him pull on the string attached to the Ben Wa balls. The moment she heard them click on the floor, Tom drove his cock inside of her. He squeezed her cheeks, to remind her of her spanking. The sharp sparks his rough treatment caused hurtled her towards a second orgasm. Her ass glowed red hot, and he never slowed down his fucking. She held on for dear life, and she let him take her.

"You can come now, Ruth."

He popped her ass again, and the sting set her off. This second climax dwarfed the first one. It wasn't an eruption as much as an earthquake that raged through her. The pain had focused all her senses on her ass and her pussy had been on fire for over two hours now.

She was only standing because Tom held her up and pulled her hips back to meet his thrusts. Ruth's orgasm didn't level off. It was more than just a climax, it was a distinct experience from the orgasms she was used to having. Her heightened senses intensified her body's convulsions manifold. Time slowed as she broke down into a blubbering mess, taking his cock in ecstasy, lost in pleasure.

The next thing she knew, she found herself tucked away in Tom's arms. She snuggled closer. This was her spot, she belonged here.

"You did well, Ruth."

"Thank you, Sir."

"You can call me Tom now."

"Do you mind if I don't, Sir?"

Tom put his hand on her hair and kissed her forehead. "I don't, not even a little. Tomorrow morning we'll talk, but for now let's relax and cuddle."

She smiled and pressed her body against him, sure she could manage such an arduous task.

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Sep 24, 2018 in bdsm

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