Free Playing Dom by Sky Corgan Page A

with that tongue, so many dirty
things.
    “ You're
not done,” she said, drawing me out of my fantasy.
    “ Domina?”
    “ Your
boxers. Take them off.”
    “ Yes,
Domina.” I smirked as I hooked my thumbs around the waistband
of my boxers before pulling them down over my hips and letting them
fall to the ground.
    Talia continued to
stare, her expression betraying no hint of desire. Then she stood,
walking around the coffee table to look me up and down like she was
inspecting a piece of meat. She slapped the flapper of the riding
crop against her palm as she circled me like a shark, never meeting
my eyes.
    “ A
fine specimen,” Talia said in a tone so serious that I almost
couldn't keep from laughing. When she heard me stifling a chuckle,
she slapped me again with the riding crop. This time it actually
stung, making me grit my teeth in annoyance. “Quiet, slave.”
I thought about telling her that I wasn't a fucking slave, but I
didn't want to get slapped again. Pain wasn't my forte unless it came
in the form of fingernails clawing down my back, hands tugging on my
hair, or teeth pressing into my neck.
    When Talia finished
looking over every inch of my naked body, she returned to the sofa,
sitting and staring at my dick again. Each second that ticked by
turned arousal into awkwardness. It bugged me that I couldn't tell
what she was thinking, or if she was thinking about anything at all.
    After several more
silent seconds, she raised the riding crop, and I tensed as she
pressed the flapper to the base of my cock, stroking down my length.
The sensation might have been pleasurable if I wasn't so worried
about her slapping me with it.
    “ If
you do what I think you're going to do, this little game is over,”
I warned her.
    She gave me an
intrigued look. “What do you think I'm going to do?”
    “ I
don't know, but I'm not into CBT.”
    “ CBT?”
    “ Cock
and ball torture. If you hit my dick with that, I'm done.”
    Talia knitted her
brows in offense. “I would never hurt you. I just wanted to
touch you.”
    “ Oh.”
I felt guilty for being so stern with her, though I wasn't sure why.
My concern was legitimate, and since we hadn't done the typical
pre-play interview, I thought it was important for her to know.
    I tried to relax as
she continued touching me with the riding crop, enjoying the strange
sensation of the smooth leather moving over my erect shaft. She
teased me from base to tip, making careful calculated passes up and
down my manhood, causing it to twitch from the attention. The whole
time, my eyes were locked onto hers. Just the thought that she wanted
to touch me lit a fire in my loins, amplifying my desire for her.
    Finally, she tired,
pulling the riding crop away and sitting back. My interest in her
next move was definitely piqued, and I could hardly wait for the
grand finale.
    “ Domina,”
I said softly.
    “ Hm?”
Talia looked up at my face as if coming out of a dream.
    “ What
do you require of me now?”
    “ I
think I want to see how a collar would look on you.” She stood
and went into the bedroom, her chipper mood returning.
    Confused about what
she wanted me to do, I stood there at parade rest, waiting patiently,
thinking about how I couldn't believe I was actually going through
with this. I'd never worn a collar before, and while I knew we were
just playing, the thought of giving her so much power annoyed me. It
felt like my dominance was being sloughed off with each passing
moment, and every cell in my body fought the urge to reclaim it.
    Before I had a
chance to go mad from thinking, Talia came around the corner with
collar in hand. It was a simple black leather collar with O-rings,
one I was certain Chet had bought for her during her time as his
submissive. She walked up behind me and looped it around my neck,
standing on tiptoe to fasten it in place. The thing felt stifling,
further cutting off my dominance.
    “ There,”
she said, coming back around me to admire her handy work.