Chapter 4

Author’s Note: There’s no actual incest activity in this chapter, but it’s talked about.

My sister called and invited me to meet her for coffee. In itself this wasn’t unusual, we’d gotten together from time to time in the past, but I had a hunch that this time she wanted to talk about something specific. It was now a couple of months after Harvey introduced Amy’s kids to the pleasures of BDSM and a month since Harvey and I started our D/s relationship, and I suspected she had some thoughts she wanted to share and some things she wanted to ask me about. She knew some of my history, of course, so I wondered if she had questions about some of my past... escapades.

We hugged after we got out of our cars in the Denny’s parking lot and then settled into a booth. It was mid-morning, after the breakfast rush, so the place was quiet; there wasn’t anyone in the booth on either side of us or across the aisle, so we had some privacy. After we’d ordered, gotten our coffee, and taken a sip I said, “What’s on your mind today?”

“Well, the first thing is I want to tell you again that Harvey did a wonderful thing when he answered Johnny’s questions and then introduced him to D/s and BDSM.”

“Johnny’s been good for you, more than what you’ve already told me?”

“Oh, yes,” she said excitedly. “He’s become better at dominating me, taking control more often and in more ways. He’s also done some online shopping at The Stockroom and he’s becoming very good at using some new toys.”

“In what new ways has he been taking control?”

“He was fascinated by the Gor books, that’s what initially provoked his questions. Now he’s very insistent about how I address him, and he tells me what to wear, which at home is often nothing. The Gorean slave girls were sometimes allowed sandals, mostly they went barefoot, but Johnny’s a lot like Harvey, he has me wearing high heels all the time now.”

“Wow. But you like what he’s doing, right?”

“Oh, definitely. And he’s become much more aggressive sexually, just taking me any time the mood strikes him.”

“I’m sure you like that too,” I said with a hint of a smirk.

“I do,” she replied. “And he always, well, almost always, makes sure I enjoy it too; once in a while he just uses me, and that’s okay too. I feel like I’m ready to do just about anything he wants, but there’s something I want to ask you about.” She hesitated, then blurted out, “He’s been ... hinting about ... involving ... other men in our play.”

I wasn’t surprised; I knew a lot of men fantasized about watching their women with another man ... or men. “Hinting how?” I asked.

“So far he just teases me about whether I’d like to... perform for him.”

“How do you feel about that?”

“I’m ... uncertain ... and nervous ... and turned on by the idea.”

“How serious are you about submitting to Johnny?”

“I’m all in on that.” She paused, then asked, “What was it like, when you were ... partying with more than one man at a time?”

“It could be intense,” I admitted. “Sometimes it was just ... you know ... a job, but other times...” I smiled, wistfully remembering certain moments in my past, “ ... it was really ... pleasurable for me.”

“So ... it’s not something I should be afraid of, being with more than one man?”

“As long as you trust Johnny to not let anything bad happen to you, no, you shouldn’t be afraid.” I smiled again. “If you and I got some of the same genes you might even enjoy it.”

“Were you with more than one man ... sequentially, or,” she gulped nervously, “more than one man at the same time?”

I smiled a third time. “Both,” I said brightly, then added, “and it was usually fun either way.”

She sighed in obvious relief. “Thanks,” she said. “I do trust him, and I have a feeling that he’s going to set something up, so I really needed that reassurance.”

“I’m glad I could help you,” I said sincerely; she was, after all, my sister. Then she changed the subject.

“So how are things it going with you and Harvey?”

“Things are great,” I told her enthusiastically. “As you know, he’s got a softer side, but he’s brought out his demons and he’s everything I wanted, everything I’d hoped for, in a dominant. We’ve done some enhancements to my basement to make it a real playroom. I’m getting the kinds of pain and rough treatment I’ve craved and the sexual pleasures that come with all that, so I’m really happy.”

“That’s wonderful; I’m glad you’ve found what you were looking for.”

“I have. I’m willing to try new things with him and let him take me wherever he wants.”

She looked surprised to hear that. “You did a lot of different things when you were... younger,” she said tactfully rather than mentioning the escorting and partying I did before I met my husband. “So what are you willing to do now that you wouldn’t do before?”

I took a deep breath. “I put limits on what I would do in various... events back then, how many... participants there could be, for example. But I’m willing to be less... restrictive now, both in terms of numbers and in terms of... activities. I guess the best way to put it is to say I’m open to trying new things under Harvey’s control.”

She gave me a look that combined curiosity with a kind of excited interest. “Have you already tried some new things?”

“Well, he’s definitely getting into my head a lot. He had to ... punish me not long ago, and he was very creative about it. He didn’t use pain for my punishment because he knew I have a high tolerance. Let’s just say he found a way to punish me that really made me his.”

Her eyes widened. “You’re falling for him,” she accused.

“I’ve fallen for him, in the sense that I love him and I love what he’s doing,” I admitted. “But I’m not in love with him; I’m not leaving Curt and he doesn’t want me to.”

“I didn’t know Harvey had that kind of dark energy. Now I have to wonder whether Johnny will get to that level of wicked creativity. What else is Harvey doing that’s different?”

“Nothing so far, really; it’s my previous unwillingness to do some things that’s changed. Back when I was escorting I didn’t have a protector to watch out for my safety, but now that I have Harvey I’ll do just about anything he wants, just like you say you will for Johnny.”

“I guess that covers a lot of ground for both of us.”

“I know it does, but I trust him, and he gives me what I want, so I’ll give him whatever he wants in return, and I assume you’ll do the same for your son.”

The next time Harvey visited me I related the gist of my conversation with Amy to him. He’d added a hide-a-bed to the furnishings in my basement dungeon and he was sitting on the closed couch. It had turned out that one of the many things he enjoyed doing to me was to hurt me while he was fucking me; even when my endorphins were running high the sudden bursts of pain he gave me caused my pussy or my ass, whichever he was in at the moment, to involuntarily tense and squeeze his cock in a way that he found pleasurable.

I was in one of my usual positions, kneeling in front of him, naked except for my high-heeled mules and with my knees spread wide to completely expose my pussy to his gaze. When I finished my revelations he thought for a moment and then said, “From what I remember, Johnny is likely to be putting Amy through her paces more and more intensely as he gains more confidence. He was very enthusiastic about everything I told him and showed him.”

“I suppose that’s good, because it sure seemed like it’s what Amy wants to happen.”

“I’m not surprised by that; I think you and she have a lot in common in terms of your interests and desires.”

“So I’m finding out. I knew Amy was into the scene with her late husband and with mine; I just didn’t realize how far she wanted to go in it.”

“I suspect we’ll find out.” He smiled. “And now we’ll find out just how far you want to go.”

I was instantly wary. “What do you mean, Sir?”

“I mean I think it’s time for another test.”

“What kind of test, Sir?” I asked nervously.

“A test of your high pain tolerance,” he replied. “Curt’s not home, so no one but me will hear you scream.”

I shuddered in sudden fear. Maybe I bragged too much about that when I first met him, I thought worriedly. The scenes we’ve done so far have been painful but that’s what I’ve wanted, and I’ve always gotten that endorphin rush to mitigate the pain and turn it into pleasure. If he’s going to test my pain tolerance he may not let me have that relief.

“You’ve given me a lot of pain in our previous scenes, Sir,” I ventured cautiously.

“Yes, I know, but I’ve grown into this new version of myself, my new way of being, and I haven’t pushed you as hard as I now think I can.”

Oh, shit, I thought. I wanted what I wanted and I got it, but I’ve apparently also created a monster. “Please, Sir ... are you going to break me?” I’d never used a safeword with Harvey and I didn’t want to, but if he was going to push me that hard...

“I’ll be disappointed if I can.”

He’s challenging me to take the pain, to suffer for his enjoyment without tapping out. I know I’ll try, but if he really pushes me ... I guess I’ll find out how much I’m willing to take to please him. “So will I, Sir,” I said softly.