Domina

Walking like royalty Rebecca leads me down a long hallway lined with more fascinating art. As naturally as breathing air I remain just a half a step behind and to her left as her powerful aura, which enveloped me inside of it, cuts a wake through the air in front of us. At the park I had seen how people made way for Rebecca and it felt cool to be on the inside of that **** field. Her heels clack off the the hard floor in long, strong strides. Her strength and confidence radiated off of her like heat from a flame, warming my more submissive instincts into a gooey and malleable jelly. Just walking alongside this woman I got a small taste of the type of submission Roger enjoyed with his goddess. It was…strangely exhilarating, even flattering. It was as if some grand Empress had chosen little old me to spend her time with.

Had I not known Rebecca I would have been afraid of her but beneath the frosty exterior I knew this was the woman who was supporting me in my hobby, trusting me with her beloved daughter, and had come around to welcoming me into her clan, even if it was begrudgingly. I was also comforted knowing that while she oozed effortless dominance there was a level of authority above even her, and that Matriarchal authority just so happened to adore me with her whole big heart. I knew that I was safe here which gave me courage and allowed me to relax and enjoy myself.

As I walk I keep glancing to Rebecca trying to sous out what kind of Prince she needed me to be. She had been right a few moments ago when she mentioned that I was molding myself to each woman. And she was right that I hadn’t even realized I was doing it, only now that it had been pointed out was I cognizant of it. Though I could never be sure I got the sense that this wasn’t a chemical thing but a personal one. For a few years I had struggled against the passionless blank canvas that was Blair. In Heather and her clan I had discovered women of vibrant interests and unabashed lust. It was so deeply satisfying to me to reward these incredible women with what joy I could them.

“I can sense your little feelers all over me.” Rebecca says without a sideways glance.

“Oh.”

“Relax, Elliot.” She says. “I will leave you no room for doubt. I will enjoy you exactly as I want you.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I nod with a grin. So much for guesswork. “Will it…hurt?”

This brings out a smirk. “We shall see.”

Rebecca stops and opens a door the lead to the top of a set of stone stairs that descended into the basement. She turns to me, standing to her full height which **** me to tilt my head upward. Like her sister she made me feel deliciously small, though in an entirely different way. Rebecca was slimmer and taller than Heather, the tallest of the family by a good few inches, and that slight upward tilt of my head had my ‘soft boy’ side already quivering.

She says in a sharp, commanding tone. “Call Heather. Tell her you love her. Ask her for permission one last time. As her for boundaries. Tell her you are entering the dungeon. She’ll understand.” With a little smile she pinches my chin and tilts my head left then right. “Once you are down there…” She nods to the stairs. “…I am Mistress. If you call for your Queen I will end things immediately.” Her slender fingers curl around my ear then gives my lobe a tug. “You understand about consent and safewords? You understand that it is you that will provide me the palate to create our masterpiece? As submissive it is on you to set up the limits of my exploration.”

“Uh, yeah.” I nod. “I understand.”

“Clever boy.” She casually corrects my posture, her touch more firm and insistent than Heather’s gentle doting. “Come down when you are ready. As soon as you step through the dungeon door our scene will begin. We will use standard traffic light safewords. You will address me as Domina, never as Rebecca.”

“Yes, Domina.”

With a smirk she steps back. “After you enter the dungeon. Right now, up here, I am still Rebecca.” She pats my cheek. “Such an eager boy.” With that Rebecca turns and descends into the dungeon below.

I watch her long, lean, shapely milf body sway beckoningly as she fades from view. “Yowza.” I mutter. Pulling out my phone I call Heather.

After a few rings there comes the din of a dozen or more people mingling. “Thank you for calling The Hive. Heather speaking.”

My smile widens. “I’m looking for some locally crafted soaps and I was wondering if you might be able to help me.”

Her voice brightens instantly. “You little…!” She laughs. “Sounds like somebody is angling for another bubble bath.” The noise in the background fades as she pulls away from the other people. “And now you’ll be getting one whether you wanted it or not!”

I chuckle. “How’s your event going?”

“Oh, really good.” She says. “Really, really good, actually. Everybody’s talking about how much happier I am now. A few of older gals said I am glowing. Being in love has that effect on a woman. Everything is just…shinier. I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun at one of these things.” My heart shone hearing the effect I was having on her. “And how’s my man? Everything going well at Rebecca’s?”

“Everything is great. Shiny even.” I say. “Met Roger, cool guy.”

“Isn’t he?”

“Yeah. He and Rebecca laid a few things out in regards to Mia.” I say. “They kinda made some sense. I’m thinking on it. Hey, Rebecca asked that I call you and tell you that I love you, which I do with all my heart.”

“Awww. You sweet man.”

“I’m about to go down into this…dungeon.” I say, my voice lowering. “She wanted to have me ask you about boundaries and get your permission again. I’m not supposed to bring your name up once I’m down there.”

“Oh, no. Please don’t do that.” She says. “As for boundaries and permission…tell my sister that I meant what I said about my boy being his own man. Outside of not leaving any marks on you what she does with you is for you to decide. I’m getting tired of the girls continuing to treat you like my possession.”

“It’s okay.” I say. “I don’t mind.”

“Well I do.” She says. “Elliot, remember what I said. Your being Prince is between you and them. I don’t want to hear about what you did with them. It is none of my business. When I have you in my arms I want all of you. I don’t want to be thinking about your other…adventures.”

“Heather, are you jealous of my Princing?”

There is a pause. “Jealous isn’t the right word. It makes me proud to know you’re looking after your girls so good. And I know you’ll always be my man just as I will always be your woman, long after the young ones have found their own men and Rebecca and Roger have…moved on.” She clears her throat, the term ‘moved on’ seeming to bring out emotions in her. “Some things ought to remain private. I would not enjoy you talking about our snuggle time with the others and I don’t enjoy hearing about their private times. As long as you and them are happy then I am happy. That’s as much as I need to know.”

“Snuggle time?” I quip. “We do a BIT more than snuggle.”

She chuckles. “You and that sass! Go enjoy your dungeon, Elliot.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“And Elliot?”

“Mm?”

“I love you too.”

With a sigh and a swoon I end the call. Her voice alone was a swaddling warmth that made me feel invincible. That sense of invulnerability fades quickly though as I peer down the stairs to the level below. With a fortifying breath…I begin my descent.