A small part of a piece I am writing

Dev- Domme Jane- Sub Tonya- Dev's Scene Partner, mentioned briefly

Dev

I meet Jane at the front door, kiss her soundly, then lead her back into my bedroom. It’s the first time she will be spending the night here, and I want to make it special for the both of us. I have LED candles around my room, with a few beeswax candles on the night stand and a bowl sitting in my mini fridge.

“Pet, I’m going to blindfold and restrain you after I undress you. I plan on playing with some temperatures, hot and cold. I don’t want to spoil the surprise, merely prepare you. Is that amenable to you?”

“Yes, Dev.”

“Safeword?” I ask as I reach forward and begin to unbutton her white men’s shirt, and then pulling the peasant skirt down her hips.

“Purple.” Her breasts move with her rapid breaths. She is nervous, the energy seeping from her pores. I take the black silk mask I have to deprive her of her vision, and smooth the fabric up one arm and then the other, kissing her bare shoulders and neck before I secure it over her eyes.

"Hard limits?"

"Degradation, Scat, Vomit, Non Consent."

“Can you see any slivers of light?”

“No. Don’t let me bump into anything,” she giggles at me. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close, then carrying her to the bed. I kiss her, lie her down on her back, and then secure each wrist to the top of my bed. I have ankle restraints that velcro to my sheets, needing her spread and open for me, but giving her the ability to move her legs if needed. I look at her from between her feet, her calves and thighs leading to her pink and wet pussy. She keeps herself trimmed, but in a natural way, the sparse dark hair covering her mound in stark contrast to her soft golden skin. Her legs look long from here, her thighs solid but soft, her breasts taught and full, up to her chin with her arms above her head, dark-rooted blonde hair tangled with black silk, ripe lips parted. I angle my body up between her legs and kiss her mouth, spearing into her with my tongue. I use my fingertips to press into her shoulders, then travel up and back down her arms, then down her torso. She rolls her hips into me, anxious for contact.

“Patience. Hold still.” She bucks again, and gets a quick slash of teeth on her right nipple. “Still.” She presses her hips into the bed.

"Anything sore, uncomfortable, too tight?"

"Nope, all good."

I reach for the little fridge, and set the bowl on the nightstand. I take out one of the many pieces of ice and run it along her toes.

“Oh. That’s so cold!”

Her skin pebbles as I leisurely run the cube over her ankle and her calf, past her hip, then up the curve of her waist. I plan on touching her everywhere tonight, one way or another. I eventually get to her breasts after leaving droplets of water over her upper body, then alternate between ice and my mouth, biting and sucking on her supple skin. I pull my mouth from her damp breasts, her nipples so hard and small they resemble chocolate candies. I take a moment to look my fill, her mask in place, lips parted and panting, dew covered skin with red and pink marks from the ice, bruises from my mouth that will likely last weeks...

I sit back, watch her face start to crease in frustration, strike a match, then reach for a candle...

Jane

“What was that?” I can’t help but say out loud. My body is on fire, the contrast between her hot tongue, the sting of her teeth and the bite of the cold over my nipples and breasts… I’m writhing and wanting more contact with my pussy, though I can move my legs up and down some, closer together for more friction isn’t an option because Dev is between my legs. The smell immediately after the sound lets me know we are about to play with fire.

I take a breath and brace myself, then feel a scorching hot drip that touches me right above my left nipple, and it continues over the taught peak. I grit my teeth, moan, and begin to shake. Holy fuck. Then the ice again. Over and over she drips the torrid elixir in splashes and rivulets onto the tips of my breasts, then smoothes a cube over. Hot, cold, my nerves overloaded with stimulation. She trails the wax down my stomach. She drips it onto my short pubic hair. I am drawn up tight like a bow string, twitching, the anticipation of when and how she is going to finally get to my clit almost overwhelming.

Touch me Touch me Touch me…, I think, or say... or think.

Nothing but the buzz in my brain for agonizing moments, not a whisper, and then the absolute shock of an ice cube directly on my clitoris. She presses it into me, finding a rhythym with my hips as I grind them towards her hand… More, more… then her fingers are inside of me, and she’s curling them towards my belly button... then pressing her other thumb into my ass, putting more pressure towards my overworked g spot. Oh fuck. I bend in an almost unnatural position, my shoulders and feet pressed into the bed, my back arched like a damn rainbow, she rises up with me, hands just refusing to relent, and I shatter into a million pieces. My body shakes and undulates. I see the past, present and future of all things. I’m pretty sure I become the meaning of life for a moment, and my chest is making a keening sound. Then I’m panting and struggling with my arms.

“Purple, purple.”

The tie is pulled from my eyes and I can see her. She soothes me with more tender kisses and unties my wrists. She’s speaking soft, wonderful things about me being such a good girl. I thought I didn't pull on my arms much, but I feel the fatigue setting in my shoulders. She maneuvers me in front of her, sitting against her wooden headboard and pulling me into her body. She softly rubs my arms and shoulders, caresses my sides and legs, detaching the ankle cuffs, avoiding the sensitive inner spaces. She’s so soft and warm, and I am just blissed out. I nod off in her arms, thinking briefly that she really has to let herself get a turn.

Dev

Aftercare with Jane feels so fulfilling to me. It’s a hard thing to parse into words, this warmth that spreads through me when I see her depleted by my hands. I get the bottle of oil, warm some in my hands and begin rubbing all of the wax off her skin. I take my time and get every bit I can, knowing I will rouse her for a shower after a nap. I turn her and get the waterproof velvet blanket from underneath so we can snuggle under the covers and be close. I’m very free with the giving, very stingy on the receiving. I love blowing her mind, and it settles me in a way that makes me itch to really have her in my hands, where I can show off what belongs to me, and what my talents can do for her. To have her on the stand, leg hitched high and taking my favorite dick with a smile on her face and my marks on her back, in a room full of people who want to touch her and can't. I want to enchant others with her magic. I move away from her sleeping body, get my quiet suction vibrator from the nightstand drawer and get myself off thinking of putting my Pet on display.

After the orgasm comes the shame. While I am comfortable using these tools and outlets as just that, I’m having a hard time reconciling those urges and caring for a person. How do I have both? Can I possibly have both with her and only her? Will it scare her if I even ask? How do I even bring it up now? It’s been a few weeks since I’ve given Tonya an orgasm while we scene, and that’s been good, like I am holding a boundary… but everything we do together is intimate. Last time I had her in my ropes and at my mercy, I fiercely wished it were Jane there instead. How do I even bring these wants and needs up? Yes, she knows I like kink. But she had to call it after one massive orgasm tonight. I wanted her to squirt, drown me, and then go again. I want to set my teeth into her skin, to leave my marks everywhere, even make her bleed. How would she handle being pushed to breaking, and with an audience no less? And what do I do when these things horrify her, she can’t do it, and I have to fulfill that need with someone else?

I begin to drift off to sleep unintentionally, her body soothing my mind even if my anxiety is proving difficult. Maybe we can adapt. Maybe I can change if I need to.Thinking of sleeping without her next to me for the next week makes me get closer, breathe deeper, to hold onto this tenuous peace while it’s in my hands. To appreciate it while it lasts.