Free Dominique by Sir Nathan Page A

beautiful for me.   I’ll be there in an hour.”
          “Yes, Sir.”
          “Good girl.”   Click .
          I dashed upstairs to see what he had in store.   Neatly laid on the unused bed was a long light blue silk shift, slave bell anklets, my training collar and pretty moonstone earrings.   Lifting the loose material to hold in front of me, the silver threads running through it caught the light, making it shimmer and sparkle.   Wow , I thought, before eagerly jumping in the shower and getting ready.
          I was putting on the finishing touches when I heard him arrive home.   He called up the stairs that we would eat later and to meet him in the study.   I was starting to get nervous.   What was going on?
          The heat was already emanating from the fireplace and I could feel it against my face as I stood in the doorway and swallowed, waiting for him to notice me.   When he did, his eyes lit up.   He finished stoking the hearth and beckoned to me.   “Come to me, pet,” he said simply.
          I can’t remember when he started calling me ‘pet’.   The funny thing was, about a month earlier he had talked about the need for another name, a name for when I was good.   A ‘pet’ name.   He said he hadn’t come up with one and would call me ‘pet’ until he did.   After that, it slipped into our conversations whenever he was pleased with me, and I can’t say I didn’t like it.   So I was pretty sure I wasn’t in trouble, even though I still had no idea what was going on.   The bells on my ankles tinkled as I went to him, sliding my hands into his and standing before him, gazing curiously into his eyes.
          “It’s time,” he said, directing me to a cushion before him.   His face was deadpan, giving nothing away.   A sudden feeling of dread washed through me.   I often worried about what I might have done wrong, or what more I could have done for him.   For a split second I was afraid he was going to let me go.

    One of the things I liked about Dominique was her utter inability to keep her mood from her face.   As she knelt before me and I sat on the edge of my recliner, I smiled as curiosity, confusion, and finally nervousness and fear swept across her visage.   She bit her lip and her cheeks coloured as she looked up at me hopefully.   Keeping her in suspense no longer, I whispered, “I am very pleased with you.”
          The flickering flames leapt and sizzled, bathing her in an ochre glow, reflected in her eyes.   She licked her lips before speaking, as if unsure of her voice.   “ Th -Thank you, Sir.”
          “The time has come to commit to each other more deeply.”
          “S-Sir?” she asked, her eyebrows rising.
          Clasping my hands together in front of me, I continued, “I want to collar you.   I want to formalise what we are to each other.”
          “I-I’m already happier than I ever thought possible, Sir.”
          I smiled down on her.   She had an uncanny ability to say the most delightful things at just the right time.   “It’s a natural progression,” I continued.   “One that signifies a change towards something more permanent.   Sometimes when two people find each other, they just know.   They know it’s right, and they know it’s strong.”
          “Y-Yes, Sir.”
          “That’s how I feel with you, Dominique.   I feel like we are ready to walk further into the forest.   Do I meet your needs?   Am I all you could ask for at this time in your life?”   For a split second I wondered what she would say.
          “Fuck yeah.   I-I mean ...”   She giggled.
          Smiling, I ploughed on.   “You do everything I ask of you.   You are attentive and thoughtful and I find my desire to be the same for you undiminished.   For this I am not just grateful, pet.   I am convinced.”
          Dominique looked down at her hands and I did too.