Chapter 13: Overnight Guests

“Are you happy with our arrangement?” I ask when Sarah and I settle down to enjoy a drink before bed.

Whatever pain Sarah suffered from her whipping seems to have quickly passed, and she appears to be in good spirits.

“Oh yes, Domina,” replies Sarah. “Why do you ask?”

“I’m not experienced at being a dominatrix and there were times tonight when I didn’t fully understand your responses. For instance, why didn’t you take advantage of my permission for you to mount Adam?”

“I like Adam,” replies Sarah. “I like him a lot. But I don’t trust him in the same way that I trust you.”

“You are going to need to explain that comment.”

“Did Adam tell you how he met me while I was working as a prostitute?”

“Yes. He said he tracked you down through Pete, and that he paid for you one evening so that he could meet with you.”

“That’s more or less correct,” says Sarah. “He said he wanted to help me out of my situation but he didn’t have much money.”

“Well, I suppose he showed an interest in trying to help you,” I add. “He was at least willing to pay for the opportunity to meet you.”

“That’s where his selfishness spoiled the whole thing,” says Sarah. “I don’t suppose he told you that after talking with me he made sure that he got the hand job he paid for before he left. That’s why I don’t trust him. Did you notice that the shackles we were playing with tonight weren’t locked. I can’t trust him not to do something thoughtless or careless if I’m at his mercy when we are alone.”

“But you weren’t alone tonight,” I reply. “I was there and I wouldn’t have let him do anything you weren’t comfortable with doing.”

“Again, that’s where you are so different from Adam, Domina. You never do anything new with me without constantly checking that I’m okay with it. Adam never does that. He assumes that because I’m submissive that I’m alright with whatever he wants to do. Pete did that as well. They both subconsciously think of me as a prostitute.”

“Hmmm. I understand what you are saying, but I still don’t see how that affects your refusal to mount Adam tonight.”

“Adam only thinks of his own pleasure. He likes our games, but did you notice how easily he loses control. That’s not the first time he’s come in his pants during our games. And did you really enjoy riding him, or did his inability to restrain his orgasm spoil it for you.”

I concede that Sarah is right. The enjoyment that Adam’s cock could have given me was stolen before I was anywhere near ready.

“So my ‘no sex’ rule helps you keep Adam’s impulsive urges in check?” I deduce.

“Exactly, Domina. Had I taken up your offer, then he would expect that to happen every time we play. He’d have lost interest in our game as soon as he had finished emptying his balls. But by denying him the ability to fuck me, then his interest was preserved. At least until we had drained him dry in our own good time.”

By now it is after midnight and Sarah has work in the morning. I wait while Sarah finishes clearing away our mugs and we go upstairs together.

“Is your room satisfactory, Domina?” asks Sarah.

“Yes. It’s fine,” I reply. “Why have you never moved into the master bedroom? It’s much larger than your own.”

“I like my old room. It’s a bit cramped but I’m used to it,” replies Sarah. “Besides, I would like your permission to do some refurbishments in the master bedroom.”

“If you feel that the master bedroom needs refurbishing, then I have no objection to you having the work done.”

“Thank you, Domina. What time would you like breakfast?”

I’m about to reply that I can make my own breakfast, but I realise that Sarah expects to serve me and she wishes to be a good host.

“Is seven o’clock too early?” I ask in reply.

“I’ll be up and ready at any time that you desire, Domina,” replies Sarah. “I’ll bring your breakfast up to your room at seven o’clock.”

Although I didn’t realise it at the time, my inclusion in Sarah and Adam’s Thursday night game, and my overnight stay at Sarah’s house, moves my relationship with Sarah into new and pleasant territory. I start becoming a regular guest on Thursday evening, and I begin staying overnight at Sarah’s house on Wednesday and Thursday nights.

Adam also starts to stay overnight on Thursdays, so our game sometimes goes on into the early hours of the morning. I had previously assumed that Adam regularly stayed on Saturday nights, but it seems that Sarah doesn’t normally allow him to do so. Adam clearly has a driving ambition to get his cock between Sarah’s legs, so I forbid the two of them from sleeping in the same room. My ruling seems to please Sarah more than it does Adam. The house has four bedrooms, so there’s plenty of room for the three of us without needing to use the master bedroom.

Sarah and I spend more and more time together. I still manage to stay on top of my studies, and Sarah works hard keeping up with the steady flow of orders for her clothes. However, more of our free time is spent in each other’s company. It is inevitable that we explore new games, and test each other’s willingness to go deeper into our dominant-submissive relationship.

After a while Sarah starts to get sulky if she isn’t made to eat her food from a bowl on the floor. But I refuse to make it a permanent arrangement, although having her eat from a bowl like a dog becomes a reward rather than a punishment. So does a whipping with the soft whip, which I soon discovered only teases and arouses Sarah’s senses. I have a much longer single tail whip for punishments, and Sarah learns to respect its effect on her pretty arse. Her most feared punishment, however, is something really simple. We keep up our Wednesday evening ritual when I unlock the steel collar from her neck, which she then presents to me while she confesses her transgressions of our rules. Normally I immediately replace the collar around her neck once any punishment is complete. Then I discover that withholding replacement of the collar for several hours causes her enough distress to discourage her from breaking our rules in the first place. From my point of view it is a much more satisfactory punishment than me laying the single tail whip across her body. I try not to raise welts when I punish her with the whip, but I lack the experience to get it right every time. Not that Sarah ever complains, and I think she secretly admires her welts as they heal.

By now Sarah and I are both used to being in various states of undress in each other’s sight, and there’s no part of each other’s body which we haven’t touched at one time or another. However, we have never engaged in actual sex even though our relationship has obvious sexual overtones. I’ve never previously felt drawn to a girl in that way, although I definitely find Sarah attractive enough to contemplate something more intimate. I know that she wouldn’t resist if I chose to expand our relationship in that direction. But I keep thinking that it might be a mistake to introduce more vigorous sex into our relationship. I’m Sarah’s dominatrix, so she must trust and respect me, something which could be difficult to maintain in the steamy heights of passion. However, mum had warned me that I mustn’t allow myself to become sexually frustrated, and I’m in danger of becoming that way. There are too few opportunities for sex outside of our relationship and Adam is currently a poor choice despite his ample gift of nature. He will need plenty of training and a significant change in attitude before he becomes a good sex partner.

I remain curious about the alterations Sarah is having done to the master bedroom of her house. She remains secretive about the work, which is carried on while I’m not there. I could order her to tell me, but I respect her desire to show me when she feels the room is ready.

Sarah and I go running every Saturday morning along my regular route. Sarah is now fit enough to keep up with me for most of the way. In fact, looking at her, I feel proud that I’ve helped turn her into the stunning beauty that she has become. It may sound like a contradiction in terms, but her slavery has freed her inner beauty which she now radiates all the time.

After our Saturday run, Sarah asks me to stay overnight. I agree even though Adam is calling round this evening after work and I usually leave the two of them alone. After lunch Sarah reveals that the main bedroom is finished and she wishes to show me the result. We go upstairs and Sarah unlocks the bedroom door. The lock is the first thing I notice that’s different. The door didn’t previously have such a stout lock.

“I hope you approve, Domina,” says Sarah with a hint of nervousness as she opens the door.

I’m amazed by the vision before me. The bedroom has been converted into what I can only describe as a playroom for our games. The bedroom furniture has been removed. In one corner is what seems to be a viewing area, consisting of a leather couch and a small side table standing on raised carpet covered platform. The rest of the floor is covered in stone tiles.