Chapter 11: A Harsher Regime

There can’t be many modern-day mothers who teach their daughters how to use a whip on someone. My mum’s revelation that she was once involved in the bondage and discipline scene is a shock which takes me a few days to get over. Mum doesn’t go into many details about how she became involved, but it seems that meeting dad more or less ended her foray into the BDSM scene. Dad is what mum calls ‘vanilla’ when it comes to sex, so while he knew about mum’s interest in BDSM, he wasn’t keen to take part. Mum decided that she would rather have dad than the BDSM scene, which is fortunate for me since I wouldn’t have been born if she had chosen otherwise. Now it seems that my emergence as a budding dominatrix has given her former passion a new lease of life.

I don’t tell Sarah about the coaching I’m receiving from mum. In addition to mum showing me different sorts of whips and how to use them, she guides me in a number of diverse topics, including safety tips and how to judge the right balance of pain and pleasure a submissive receives from a punishment.

“Remember that your submissive must always believe that they only exist to please you,” says mum during our private session in my bedroom on Monday evening. “Their own pleasure must always come second to yours, and your submissive must seek your permission before they enjoy anything as powerful as an orgasm.”

“But I’m not with Sarah for most of the week. How is she going to ask me for permission?”

“Give her one of those cheap mobile phones that can only make phone calls and send text messages. Have her send you a text message if she wants to ask for your permission about anything. And make it a rule that any text messages sent in the middle of the night won’t be answered and will incur a punishment for disturbing your sleep.”

“I don’t think Sarah is likely to be wanting to have an orgasm all that often,” I muse.

“Then you must make sure that she wants to at least three or four times every day. But only give her permission to orgasm when she has done something to deserve a reward.”

“That sounds cruel,” I say.

“Not in the least. You are both willing participants in your game. And it’s a game where the only boundaries are the limits of your imagination. Your most powerful sex organ is your brain, and you don’t need to be together for your brains to work in unison. She’ll soon find the denial just as pleasing as being allowed to go all the way. I suspect Sarah is capable of playing a much deeper game than you’ve been playing so far. You said that she’s been pushing your boundaries. How about pushing hers? She’ll soon let you know if she has reached her absolute limit.”

“And how am I supposed to know whether she has obeyed me if I deny her permission?” I ask.

“Tell her that if you ever catch her disobeying your command then you will stop playing the game. I think you’ll find that Sarah would rather face the frustrations of being refused permission than risk ending the game altogether.”

“And what about Adam?” I ask. “I can’t expect him to obey my no-sex rule indefinitely. I’ve already had to punish Sarah three times for breaking the rule. Not that they’ve had actual sex ... Sarah just gives Adam a hand job.”

“Sarah clearly regards what she and Adam have done as sex,” says mum. “She wouldn’t confess to breaking your rule otherwise. How well do you think Adam would respond if you punish him as well as Sarah for breaking your rule?”

“When Sarah and I drew up the slave contract he said something about wanting me to be his dom as far as his relationship with Sarah goes. Why?”

“Two reasons. Firstly, Sarah shouldn’t be the only one punished for breaking your rule. Adam must be equally responsible for her disobedience, and you don’t know whether he is encouraging Sarah to disobey you. Secondly, it’s important for your own well being that your own sexual needs are satisfied. Being a dominatrix is a very powerful position, but it also carries a great responsibility. You are operating in a highly charged and emotional situation. It doesn’t matter whether it is Adam or Sarah ... or someone else entirely ... who satisfies your own needs, but you will make mistakes if you are sexually frustrated.”

“Are you suggesting that I have sex with Adam and Sarah?” I ask in surprise. “Most mothers discourage their daughters from having sex before marriage.”

“Yes, having sex is what I’m suggesting you do. Most daughters aren’t a natural dominatrix,” replies mum. “You are an adult now, so your life is yours to make or break as you see fit. I don’t mind you having sex as long as you take sensible precautions to avoid STDs and, of course, an unwanted pregnancy. I wasn’t a virgin when I met your dad, and things turned out okay.”

“So, who was your first sex partner?” I probe, not anticipating an answer.

“His name was Robert. He was my sub for a while. All I can really remember about him was that he had an enormous cock.”

“Sounds a bit like Adam,” I reply. “He has this tiny pair of leather briefs and the pouch at the front always looks as though it’s about to burst apart. His cock must be a real monster.”

“If you are that interested in Adam then you should definitely have Sarah share him with you.”

“Oh, I couldn’t steal Adam from her. I wouldn’t go behind Sarah’s back like that.”

“I’m not talking about going behind her back. Have her watch while Adam satisfies your curiosity about his monster. And watch for Sarah’s reaction. It will give you a clue about how deep she is willing to go in your game.”

My conversation with mum on Monday alters my plans for later in the week. Fortunately this week and next is the mid-trimester break, so I’ve no lectures and only a few assignments to complete. I’ve more free time than usual.

I go round to Sarah’s house as usual on Wednesday evening. I change into my black vinyl outfit, and Sarah and I perform our usual greeting ritual. For once Sarah has no misdemeanours to confess. We settle down to eat the meal Sarah has made for us. Although Sarah has done nothing wrong, I order that she eat her food from a bowl on the floor. She looks surprised but doesn’t protest. She fetches a bowl and transfers her food from her plate. Without being told, she gathers her hair high on her head and fastens it into a high pony tail. The result is both practical and sensual. It leaves me with good access to her neck and back.

Her pierced nipples have healed now, so she has attached the two larger rings I gave her to the ‘D’ rings on her nipples. Although I require that she wear the large rings in my presence, she may remove them when I’m not here. However I think she wears the large rings most of the time, even though I haven’t changed my initial instructions regarding them. The rings are too large to fit into a bra, so Sarah isn’t wearing one. The rings also mean she must be selective about which tops she wears during the day.

“You may start eating, Sarah,” I command, having added the requirement that she must wait for my permission before eating in my presence. “And no mess unless you want to be punished.”

“Thank you, Domina,” replies Sarah. “I’m sorry if I have displeased you.”

“Why do you think that you’ve displeased me?” I ask.

“You are punishing me, Domina. I must have done something wrong.”

“This isn’t a punishment, Sarah. I simply like to see you eat from a bowl on the floor. In future your punishments will be much more severe. I think I’ve been too soft on you so far. Don’t you agree, Sarah? Would you like you punishments to be harder? A whipping perhaps?”

“You may punish me as hard as you desire, Domina,” replies Sarah as if by rote. “My body is yours to do with as you wish. I am your devoted slave.”