Free Testing The Limits by Harper Cole

destroyed what I loved?
    Confused, I sent a quick email to Nicole, the Domme from the munch. I hadn't always wanted to hear what she told me, and our correspondence had dwindled lately. Perhaps I needed to listen more closely.
    I simply asked, "Will my domination of a strong woman cause that woman to be less strong in the long run?"
    I didn't get an answer until the following day. I'd been busy in my new job, and I was enjoying it. I had to work; playing the stock market was my reason to get out of bed in the morning. I could have lived quite nicely from my investments without the work; I might have had to cut back on indulgences like employing Amjad, but I didn't really need to work, except for my own self-worth.
    Something that my father had clearly totally misunderstood as he'd laid out a path for me that I refused to take.
    When Nicole did reply to me, it took me sideways. "You dominate a strong woman to reaffirm her self-worth. If she doesn't feel ten feet tall after you've done with her, you are doing something wrong."
    That was it. I replied immediately, hoping that she was online and able to get into a conversation. "She was happy but it was like she needed more, and God knows if she'd had any more orgasms she'd have probably died."
    "It's not about the sex, you stupid man. It's about you and her. Aftercare?"
    Stupid man? I didn't want to reply to that. I wasn't her little subby, was I?
    But after a few minutes of fuming, I did reply. "Aftercare?"
    "Google it."
    That was it. I knew when a door was closing in my face. I could feel Nicole's exasperation from however many miles away.
    And after some fruitful internet searching, and some painful soul searching, I knew what I had to do.
    All I had to do now was get her to answer her damn phone.
     
    * * * *
    She might have been working late, and that explained why her flat was dark and no one was answering the door. But I'd tried calling her all evening and she never failed to text or ring me back. I was getting worried.
    Part of me knew I was over-reacting but I couldn't help but remember what had happened in the past. Surely my father wouldn't be stupid enough to pull the same trick twice? He'd disowned me and disinherited me and I was fine with that. But kidnap Jas again? Really?
    I couldn't believe it but I had to follow this slender lead. With my heart hammering, I drove out to his house, and the staff were happy to let me in.
    Almost too happy. They were relaxed and courteous.
    They were only this happy when he wasn't home.
    Frustratingly, they couldn't tell me where he was. They seemed to think he'd gone away for some time because he took enough baggage for "a week or more". He'd left two days ago.
    I concocted an elaborate plot in my mind, where he had pretended to leave the house to throw me off the scent, and then snatched Jasmine when everything assumed he was out of the country. No. It wasn't his style.
    Frustrated, I returned to my car, and sat for a moment, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Who else could have a hand in this? I checked my phone again.
    Nothing from Jas.
    Right. Next on my list was Craig, the assistant that I was convinced was my father's mole who had got me sacked from my previous job. I knew where the little skink lived, and it didn't take me long to get through the traffic and park up a little way from his shared apartments.
    I was pleased to find he opened the door and I pushed straight in, landing a pretty fine punch on his face as an opening remark. He was lifted backwards and hit the wall. I didn't give him any time to think. I surged in and grabbed him and raised him up, pressing him against the wall so I could get right up close into his face.
    His eyes rolled wide and white in his head. "Holy fuck - what?"
    No one else came running so his roommates must have been out. "Tell me how my father got to you?"
    "He hasn't! I don't know what you're talking about."
    "He got me sacked through you, didn't he? What did you say to the boss,