Chapter 15: Forgiven

Somewhere during our conversation I realise that I’ve indicated to Sarah that I still want to spend tomorrow night together even though I’ve not forgiven her, and Adam won’t be there. Sarah doesn’t seem to notice my slip. She’s too downcast to pay attention to the finer details of our conversation.

I don’t enjoy punishing Sarah like this, and her contrition seems genuine enough. I’m convinced the whole transaction with Adam was done in the heat of the moment while she and Adam were angry with each other. My original plan was to wait until tomorrow before forgiving Sarah, but perhaps the punishment has already served its purpose. Life hasn’t been gentle to Sarah over the last few years, and at times she shows the fragile interior to her confident and assured exterior. I’ve known her long enough to recall that she was once very insecure.

My other dilemma is my own feelings towards Adam. To me, Adam is a casual friend and nothing more. I’ve no romantic inclinations towards him. But he has attracted my interest as a submissive male whom I can train to satisfy my own sexual needs. I recall mum warning me not to let myself become sexually frustrated, and using Adam might offer a solution. The possibility of including Davy in our games also crosses my mind, but it’s far too early to gauge the extent of his interest. After the way Adam has treated Sarah, perhaps he deserves to be trained as my fuck toy. Anyway, I decide that I cannot let Sarah’s and Adam’s relationship simply die without some attempt at a reconciliation.

“Will you be alright if I invite Adam to join us tomorrow night?” I ask. “You must tell me if you aren’t comfortable with him being there.”

“If it pleases you to invite him then I will be happy to have him with us, Domina,” replies Sarah, not really answering my question.

“I thought I told you to call me Jennifer tonight,” I chide, looking for a way to ease the tension between us. “Did you know the true meaning of the word Domina when you suggested it for my title?”

“Yes,” replies Sarah. “I didn’t realise that you weren’t aware of the meaning of the name.”

“Hmmm ... Well I didn’t know. Now present your neck.”

Sarah promptly lifts her hair in the manner we’ve practised for our Wednesday ritual. I move so that I’m sat next to her, where Davy was sat a few minutes earlier. I produce Sarah’s steel collar from my bag and quickly lock in around her neck before any of the restaurant’s staff and patrons notice what I’m doing. Sarah’s eyes light up as though she’s just won a lottery jackpot.

“Does this mean that I’m forgiven?” asks Sarah in a much happier, but still cautious tone. She’s obviously uncertain about the current state of our relationship, particularly as I’ve suggested introducing Adam back into the mix.

“The incident is forgiven, but not forgotten, Sarah. You are to refer to me as Domina once more.”

“Yes, Domina. Thank you, Domina,” smiles Sarah.

“And Adam is to be just a friend who joins in our games,” I add. “I won’t require you to do anything with him that you aren’t willing to do. And, more importantly, regardless of what happens, he won’t be replacing my affection nor my responsibilities towards you.”

“I understand, Domina. But you mustn’t concern yourself about my feelings if you ever find that you are attracted to Adam. I’ll be perfectly satisfied to share your affections.”

I consider Sarah’s words. She may tolerate it, but I doubt that she’ll be happy if I flaunt a sexual relationship with Adam in her face. But that isn’t my intention and I’m getting way ahead of myself. All I’ve done so far is to suggest inviting Adam to our games tomorrow night. He might not agree and it may all amount to nothing anyway.

We finish our meal in a much happier mood than when we arrived. We even treat ourselves to a glass of wine with what’s left of Adam’s money. Sarah practically skips all the way back to her place.

When we get back to Sarah’s house I allow her to change into the loose fitting clothes she normally wears around the house. The rest of the evening passes in our usual mix of girl talk and bondage games. The only surprise I throw at Sarah is when it is time for bed. I unlock our playroom and have her sleep on the mattress on top of the cage, with her wrists and ankles shackled to the frame.

“This is for tricking me about the word Domina,” I say as I check that her restraints are secure.

Sarah doesn’t protest, although I’m sure she thinks that she is innocent of any wrongdoing. I strongly suspect that Sarah likes suffering these sorts of punishments far more than she admits. And I’m ashamed to confess that I’m starting to enjoy tormenting her in this way and watching the effect it has on her. Once she’s securely bound, and out of mischief, I have her suck my clit until my juices cover her face.

“Goodnight, Sarah,” I say as I switch out the light.

“Goodnight, Domina. And thank you.”

I’m not certain why I’m being thanked, but Sarah’s contented tone suggests that she’s happy. She’s still in a happy mood when I go to release her the next morning. I don’t know how much sleep Sarah actually got, but she’s in a high state of arousal. I tease her body before releasing her, which only excites the pair of us even more. It takes all my willpower to stop our game before I go too far. As it is, I’ll need to run to catch my train to university. If I skip lectures once, then I know I’ll repeatedly succumb to the pleasures Sarah provides at a cost to my studies. I must complete my final assignments for this trimester, and Sarah has orders for clothes that she needs to fulfil. We don’t really have time for games in the morning no matter how pleasurable they may be. I want to make sure that I control our relationship with a properly balanced mix of hard work and erotic pleasure.

Adam returns my call on my mobile phone shortly after I arrive at university. I invite him to join Sarah and I tonight and, once he agrees, I detail some additional rules to prevent a recurrence of Sunday’s episode. He’s enthusiastic enough, but I doubt he fully understands my intentions to train and use him as my fuck toy as part of our expanded relationship.

I leave university slightly earlier than usual so as to ensure Sarah and I are ready for Adam’s arrival. I need to be prepared to treat him correctly, otherwise our new relationship will flounder after a short while.

“Pass me your ball gag and leather hood, Sarah,” I command as we prepare ourselves in our playroom.

Adam is due to arrive in a few minutes and I want to have Sarah ready to help me with my testing of Adam’s sincerity when he agreed to my new rules. She’s already dressed in a simple loin cloth and a low cut loose fitting crop-top. This is a test for her as much as for Adam. I’ve not overlooked that when Adam played our games before, he was here as Sarah’s invited guest. Now Adam will be joining us at my invitation. I’ve no intention of forcing Sarah into any intimate act with Adam, but I need to test that she’s okay with playing the sort of games we will be playing together. Sarah said she that didn’t trust Adam, and that’s something Adam needs to earn.

I fix the ball gag in her mouth and place the hood over her head. I zip the mouthpiece closed, but leave the two eye slits open. I then take two pairs of shackles from Sarah’s collection, each with a short linking chain. I lock them on her wrists and ankles, and the leg chain to one of the strong rings bolted into the floor. She’s now standing in the middle of our playroom looking very erotic indeed.

“Are you okay,” I ask, making one final check before Adam arrives. Sarah nods in reply. I close the zips on the eye slits on her hood so that she can’t see anything.

Adam arrives a few moments later. He’s on time, which is a good sign, especially as I made it clear that he must arrive at exactly eight o’clock. I show him into our playroom where Sarah is standing facing us. Adam looks a little shocked at the sight of Sarah dressed as she is, particularly as her large nipple rings have small weights attached to them. I go over to where Sarah is standing and gently run my hands over her body in a very lewd way. Both Sarah and Adam let out a gasp in response.

“There’s a leather harness on the table over there,” I say to Adam as I continue to tease Sarah’s body. “Fetch it and put it on.”

I’ve been deliberately vague in my instruction. If Adam is going to obey all of my new rules and conditions, then he’ll put the harness on himself; if he still thinks of Sarah as a prostitute, then he’ll come over and put it on Sarah. If he’s wanting to try something in between, then he’ll probably ask for clearer instructions. It’s not a very scientific test, but it’ll suffice for now. I soon realise that he clearly intends to put the harness on himself, but he seems uncertain about where to change.