Chapter 10
Confused Sub
“Why did you put yourself as new club friend when I asked you to put your info in my contacts list?” With anyone else I would have worried about his slightly frustrated tone...but I’d done that very deliberately.
“It seemed more helpful than putting my name in there when I hadn’t told you that yet.” It was logical but I waited for him to acknowledge it.
“Okay, I’ll give you that, but I was going to use the name in my phone info to make sure I knew what to call you. You kept distracting me.” His dramatic huff made me smile. “Now I still don’t know your name and just hearing your voice is making me hard again.”
Why?
“Does my voice make you think of my ass?” How were the two connected?
Instead of explaining it, he groaned. “Now it does.”
Maybe he was ridiculous because he was turned on and hadn’t come yet?
“I think we need to work on getting you an orgasm.” I’d spent the drive home wondering if talking to him again would end up being awkward, but I was glad to see it was just as easy as it had been in person.
For some reason I didn’t understand, people seemed to have a switch that flipped as soon as they walked away. They’d be nice in the moment but once they got space from me it was like a magic spell that made them decide I was more trouble than I was worth.
My Dom didn’t seem to have that issue and seemed to still be my Dom even if I’d frustrated him.
“Brat.” His flat tone had me wanting to smile again. “You’re very lucky I find that cute.”
I wasn’t sure if it was my luck or his mental issue, but either way I was going to take advantage of it. I just had to figure out what to say in response to make him smile or get hard again. “Some Doms would say I needed a spanking.”
Was that right?
Oh.
He groaned again.
“Naughty boy...I don’t need any other fantasies of you running around in my head.” His tone was too dramatic to be real. My real Dom was very calm but this playful version was interesting. I wasn’t going to agree with the no more fantasies idea, though.
I wasn’t sure why he was doing it, but encouraging it seemed to be the best plan of action based on internet research.
“I don’t know about that.” I couldn’t do the flirty voice I’d heard some of the subs using, but I could incorporate their scripts into my own verbiage.
“I have it on good authority you need images for the bed and the shower. So as a good sub, I’m pretty sure it’s my job to explain that I’ve read a variety of material about shower sex. ”
I didn’t understand all of it, but I’d read about it.
Ha.
He moaned that time and I could hear movement in the background.
It was obvious his mental landscape had a better idea about how to incorporate himself and me into those kinds of fantasies. With a rich imagination, all I should have to do is give him vague ideas and he’d put the rest together in some kind of erotic package.
“Are you lying down...Sir?” That didn’t sound as odd as I thought it would but part of me wanted to test out Master too. Something about that word felt better...more solid...but it seemed like something we needed to discuss first.
I didn’t completely understand the hierarchy of terms but Master was definitely higher on the tier list than Sir.
“Yes, boy. I stripped down as soon as I got home too.” Something about the tone in his voice made it sound like he’d already grabbed his erection. “I spent the entire drive home thinking about you and my pants were killing me.”
Because thinking about doing things to me made him hard.
That was just odd, but it was nice to hear.
I knew I didn’t see intimacy and sex the same way as other people. In the past I hadn’t cared one way or the other because people were generally annoying, but I wanted my Master to get what he needed from our relationship.
That meant orgasms even if I wasn’t the one giving them to him.
I might turn out to be absolutely terrible at that, but he’d enjoyed my kisses and the way I’d cuddled him. That was a good starting point and one I could actually visualize thanks to his earlier explanations.
“Did they get tighter when you were thinking about me sitting on your lap in just my cage?” Bingo. He made another low sound. “Or were you thinking about having me ride your cock too?”
Ha.
I was better at this than I thought I’d be.
“It would’ve made my cage bounce, but I liked it when you did it at the club.” I really didn’t have the right vocabulary to explain how it felt but some kind of mildly irritating pleasure was the closest I could come up with.
“You’d have liked that, boy.” Master’s voice was somehow even lower that time and it hit just the right note like it was one of the sound mixes on my favorite app.
The almost thumping feel to his voice gave me the same pleased feel as the cage or being restrained had. “Feeling that wonderful sensation as it bounced and pulled on your cock. You’d know exactly who you belonged to.”
My Master.
What would he like to hear?
“You’d know I belonged to you too because of the marks you’d have left on me first.” Yes. I could do this. They were a sign of his claim. “Your flogger made me all pink, but I think you’d have liked to see deeper marks on me.”
I wouldn’t have pushed back against the idea.
The warmer hug-like thuds were relaxing in a way I still didn’t know how to explain, but it’d been obvious they could impact my skin harder.
He’d been careful because I’d never explored something like that before, but it felt like the first step into a hot spring.
If the comparison was correct, and I had every confidence it was, that meant I was supposed to inch deeper into the water until I found the perfect spot for me. Our initial exploration was perfect for relaxation but there might be other temperatures that would work well too.
Something about the flogger or maybe whatever images the deeper marks teasing had given him made my Master moan. “You were so sexy with all that pink skin on display for me, but I loved how deep you sank and how beautiful all that sweet submission was.”
So there was an erotic component to the flogging and he liked seeing the marks, but his favorite part was my turning over control to him.
“Being tied up for you was amazing and the thudding of the flogger felt good. It was like you were hugging me all over but your hugs were leaving marks. Do you think I’ll still be able to see them tomorrow?” I didn’t think so, but his moan was giving me conflicting information.
He liked something and was frustrated by something, maybe?
Thankfully, he didn’t make me guess.
His communication skills were top-notch.
“You’re treading on dangerous ground, boy. You really shouldn’t encourage me to mark you or leave my claim on you.” His words talked about being dangerous but I was fairly certain being claimed would be nice.
He couldn’t deny knowing me or being my Master if I was literally wearing his mark or something like that.
“If I was bouncing on your cock, what kind of marks or claim would you want to see on me?” Hmm. “My skin would be pink and you’d see the cage you put on me, but what else could you do to your boy?”
Ha.
Those sounds were definitely good because his tone had gone deeper again.
“God.”
Oh.
I’d heard that one online in several interesting videos.
I waited while my Dom groaned and made heavy breathing sounds. I wasn’t sure I’d know when he was done, but he had a smart sub and I could hear when he was relaxed again. “Was I tight around you, Sir?”
His chuckle was rough and almost sounded like a groan. “You were very tight around me and I loved the way you bounced on my lap. That cage...oh yes...”
It sounded like I’d done very well, then.
“I’m glad you got your orgasm, Sir, and that you had good visuals to enjoy.” It was nice to know he liked the way I looked. “And I did enjoy my cage and the flogging. I didn’t bring those up just to help you to orgasm.”
I wasn’t sure he needed confirmation on that, but it seemed helpful just in case. The internet had talked about people in this lifestyle worrying after their orgasms or after their scene had ended, and I didn’t want him to have those feelings.
“Thank you for making sure that’s clear.” His pleased sound gave me the impression of a cat stretching before curling up in the sun. “What did you think of hearing me jerk off?”
Would telling him it was interesting be rude?
He laughed before I could decide. “No editing your thoughts.”
Ugh.
“Um, well, admittedly my first thought was that it was interesting. I’ve never done anything like this so a lot of my thoughts were very practical.
” When that didn’t frustrate him, I decided to continue explaining.
“But I enjoyed knowing you were getting pleasure and helping you reach that point was...fulfilling? I might need to work on finding a more accurate description but I think that’s close enough. ”
“I’m glad you found it fulfilling.” There wasn’t a hint of teasing in his soft, pleased tone which made me feel even better. “Do you think it’s your submissive side enjoying finding a new way to make me happy?”
That seemed dangerously close to something he could worry about based on our previous conversations, so I tried to answer carefully and thoroughly.
“Yes, I think making you happy in a new way made my submissive side very happy.” I’d just never thought about it before starting on this interesting journey.
“However, that should also be considered selfish in some way or self-pleasing, maybe, because it’s made me feel very good.
This is not something where the positive aspects only go one way. ”
I really needed a more comprehensive vocabulary about this lifestyle, but that probably meant I needed to explore more of it.
My Dom chuckled again. “Trying to make sure I don’t worry, huh?”
“Possibly, but I think we should call it giving you thorough communication and I was very accurate in my explanation.” His soft laugh said he liked my answer. “I can also feel pride because I helped make you orgasm.”
“You did, sexy boy.”
Me.
That was so strange.
“Good boys who help their Doms deserve a reward.” His teasing tone sent a shiver through me even though I couldn’t have said why. “I’m going to have to think about that for our first date.”
He still wanted a date?
This was going much better than trying to date vanilla people, as the internet called them.
“If I help you have another orgasm will that get you to tell me what my reward is going to be?”
Hmm...laughter.
So probably not but it seemed like he’d enjoyed the question?
“Trying to bribe your Dom.” His tsking sound wasn’t believable at all considering the smile in his voice. “I think you’re trying to make sure a spanking is included in that reward.”
Funishments.
He was talking about funishments.
“According to everything I’ve read, sometimes that’s just what a sub needs.” I wasn’t sure I understood it, but that was what everyone else said. “And based on how much you like my ass, I think you’d enjoy staking a claim to it.”
“I think that’s a very interesting plan.” His almost purred-out response had my confidence level rising. “But there’s one thing I need from you before I’m willing to even think about caging you again and bending you over and marking that sexy ass.”
One thing?
Oh.
My name.
Well, at the very least it was a safety issue we needed to address.
If something went wrong, he needed to be able to tell first responders who I was. Not knowing that would give outsiders the wrong opinion.
“I can’t just keep calling you my Dom in my head, so you need to give me that one thing too.” His chuckle said I’d managed to tease him correctly. “I like the possessive nature of it, but eventually I’ll need to know other options for what to call you.”
Something about the pleased hum he made said his teasing was incoming. “Oh, you mean something like Master?”
I hadn’t said that out loud, had I?
“Of course not...the internet made it very clear that there are levels of titles and I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to rush you.” I didn’t sound believable at all, so I didn’t consider it lying.
“You are a fascinating sub, sexy boy, and I’m very glad I get to call you mine.” He was trying not to laugh and doing a terrible job of it. “But what else can I call you?”
Oh.
My name.
Yes, we got distracted over the oddest conversations.
“Ferris. My name is Ferris, Sir.”
Part of me that I didn’t understand would’ve been happy just to have him be Sir or Master, but again, I had to remind myself of more practical things.
“Mine is Palmer, boy.”
“Now can you tell me about my reward?” Oh. “And when I’m getting that first date you keep talking about?”
Because I was really hoping that was actually a plan and not something he was just teasing me with.
I was starting to understand why people crossed their fingers, and I wasn’t sure I liked that feeling at all.