Chapter 9
Happy Dom
Well, we’d found at least one thing that made him happy.
..being flogged...two if we counted how much he seemed to like being restrained.
It also seemed like gentle didn’t shut off his brain.
He didn’t mind gentle, but simply caressing him with the flogger and even the lighter swings kept his mind going.
It hadn’t turned off until we’d gotten to harder swings that’d decorated his skin and turned him a beautiful pink color.
That’d been when he’d started to fly and he hadn’t appreciated coming out of it either.
With his body wrapped up tight in my arms and his cage still in place, though, he relaxed again and the bratty storm that’d been building eased back. I wasn’t sure how much his brain was working, but he was cuddled against me and making soft, pleased sounds as he let out long breaths.
When his body was relaxed and his breathing was even, I kept one arm tight around his chest but let the other firmly caress over him. Yes. Firm strokes and deep pressure made him happiest, but he didn’t seem to realize I’d turned into a live-action weighted blanket.
His soft sounds continued, letting me know he was still in a happy place, so I continued the almost massaging caress until I got back to his chest again.
We’d already discussed exploring how his nipples liked to be touched, so as I ran my fingers over his collarbone, I trailed them lower and around his nipples.
My boy seemed to like having his pecs massaged but there was nothing close to a pleasure response to the firm pressure.
Just seeing him so relaxed as I held him would’ve been enough to declare the scene a success, but I continued running my hand over his arms and legs as I slowly made my way back to his chest.
When I got back to the smooth expanse again, I circled his nipples with the pad of my finger several times to get him used to the touch. As the nub tightened and begged for more attention, I took the tip between my fingers and gave it a firm tug.
If he’d explored them before, he’d clearly used too light of a touch because pinching and rolling the nub between my fingers had a shiver racing through him and had his happy sighs going deeper.
“That’s my good boy. I love playing with you and touching you and you’re making me so happy.
You’re doing such a good job submitting to me. ”
My adorable praise junkie smiled at hearing how well he was doing and seemed to find that nearly as pleasurable as having his nipples played with.
“You were so incredible as I flogged you...relaxed and beautiful. I love seeing your body wear my marks and the cage peeking out between your legs was perfection.”
He really did look good caged.
Tugging and twisting, I worked his nipple as I kissed his neck, letting him soak up the new sensations. “I’m proud of you for having done so much research and thinking about what you might like. It’s made our first scene perfect and you’ve done wonderful at communicating with me.”
Continuing to tease his nipples and his praise kink, I softly rambled about my favorite parts and everything I’d learned about him so far until he took a deep breath and started surfacing again.
The road to reality was smoother this time and he didn’t fight it as his muscles twitched and he nuzzled his head against me.
When reality was sharp again, he went still but I couldn’t sense any panic. “Aftercare is important for both Dom and sub in a scene.”
“That’s right. It gives us a chance to connect and to make sure we’re both steady.
In a good scene our brains release a lot of chemicals to make us feel good but it can be almost like a blood sugar crash after eating too much cake.
” It was impossible to know how a sub especially would feel afterward, so I wasn’t going to assume anything even though my boy felt very steady.
“I haven’t seen it described that way, but it makes sense.” Unfolding his legs, he stretched them out and settled back against me like I was an oversized chair he was snuggling into. “You’re going to need additional time to hold me and then you’ll ask me how I feel before giving me water.”
Laughing would’ve been the wrong response, so I nodded and kissed his head again. “That’s right but you can also ask me how I’m feeling or questions like what I thought about the scene. There’s no right or wrong in this situation as long as we’re communicating and we feel good.”
Barely nodding, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m feeling very nice. I tried yoga before because everyone said it was relaxing but they were wrong. This is much nicer, and somehow, I think it’s a better workout.”
Chuckling that time, I reached down and massaged the top of his thighs. “Staying still is hard work and so is the flogging.”
“I might have to do some research on why that is, but I’ll think about that later.” With his brain coming back online that didn’t surprise me. “I’m glad I was right about being restrained.”
Me too.
“You did a good job at narrowing down how it would feel to you.” He hadn’t panicked either, so whatever issue had led him to this point hadn’t involved negative feelings around being trapped. “There are a lot of different ways to be restrained, so we can explore some of them in the future.”
He nodded but I could almost hear his brain whirling. “I think it’s reasonable to confirm that you enjoyed this as much as I think you did. I’m not being a pest about it, but you like touching base.”
“That’s right. It’s not being a pest to make sure we’re on the same page.” It said how little confidence he had in reading people, though. “I’ve enjoyed the scene immensely and I’m still enjoying holding you.”
What else would he need to know?
“I’m not in a rush, but when we’re ready to transition, I’d like to get you some water or something else to drink. Staying in here to cuddle more with you while we talk would make me happy, but so would having you curled up with me in the lounge again.”
Considering how relaxed he still was, I decided I’d done a good job so far. “Being able to touch you and talk to you is my primary goal, and eventually, I want to discuss ways we can continue communicating outside of the club as we get ready to see each other again.”
Still resting against me, he nodded. “Some people are very particular about how they’re contacted outside of official work channels.
Are you scared of the phone? I’ve met a startling number of people over the past year that will only text through different apps.
They have strong reactions when I ask to just talk on the phone. ”
Oh, I’d seen that too.
“I can relate to that madness and can safely say I am not afraid of my phone. I will talk to you on it but I will text if that makes sense in a particular situation.” With the way my boy liked to communicate, texting as a primary means of communication must’ve been painful.
“We could also exchange email addresses if there is something you’d like to take your time working out. ”
When he sucked in a breath, I thought I’d hit a sore spot but when he turned his head to look at me pure pleasure shown from his wide eyes. “Really?”
“Yes.” Kissing his nose, I nodded as he blinked at me.
“Some topics require more planned-out answers and phone screens are not meant for long passages. Email works best. Once I’ve read it and had a chance to digest it, we’ll sit down and have a conversation in person where you can see my face and body language. ”
That might not always help, but he did his best to watch my expressions and seemed to be reading me well.
“I think that sounds very logical.” Since that was high praise from him, I wasn’t surprised when it came with a careful cheek kiss. “Thank you for thinking thoroughly through the issue.”
“You’re welcome.” It helped that I hated texting as well. “I might not always understand where you’re coming from at first about a topic, but in this case, we’re sharing a brain on the issue.”
Chuckling softly, he shook his head and snuggled back into me, feeling more relaxed than he had before. “I think I’m going to side with you just being highly intelligent.”
I wouldn’t argue about that.
“Thank you.” Kissing his head again, I went back to running my hand over him to make sure he could tell I was still needing to connect with him physically. “But fair warning, I’m also a very curious man as well as a highly intelligent one, so I can’t wait to get to know you more.”
That got another quiet laugh out of him. “You already know a lot about me.”
My scoff had him smiling wider and shaking his head. “I don’t know what kind of music or sounds you like best. I don’t know if you read for pleasure or just research. I don’t know what your favorite food is or where you like to go out to dinner. I could keep going but I won’t.”
Settling against me, he shifted one hand to rub my forearm. “Why did you include sounds? Most people don’t.”
Most people hadn’t grown up with an autistic cousin and a whole branch of the family that just saw the world differently.
When I’d been growing up no one thought to get kids diagnosed with anything as long as they were doing well in school and had a life plan that didn’t end up with them in their parents’ basement forever.
Some of them might’ve had an easier time if therapists had been involved, but the family had generally meant well and learned to adapt.
“You don’t seem like the audiobook type even though those are all the rage right now, and I just can’t see you as the type to spend your commutes singing about how you lost your girl, your truck, and your dog all in the same day.
” My ridiculous answer got a giggle from him.
“I thought about rap for a moment but you’re speaking rhythm doesn’t scream angry poetry to me. ”
I wasn’t against any type of music but I was fairly certain my boy didn’t have the same views.