The Novelist Pt. 02

He knew that this was the source of his anger at the moment. His mother had robbed him of his control when she showed up yesterday. She had violated his rules when she had barged into this room uninvited. He had regained his control through her submission. Now, she had shared his life with someone outside these walls. This is something that had never happened before. He didn't know what he should do. He would have to call his aunt. He dreaded making the call. He dreaded having to answer her questions about his life. He wondered how much she knew.

Tom made his way up the stairs into his office. He sat down in the quiet airy room and thought. He wished it hadn't been his mother. It pained him to hurt her in any way. Everything had just gotten so complicated. She was confused, and he felt in some way he had taken advantage of her deteriorated emotional state. He wondered if she really wanted him or if she just wanted someone. Tom needed a way forward. That was his nature. He had an obsessive need for planning and structure. His life in recent years had been by design. Tom could not let these recent fickle events affect that harmony.

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Alexis moved toward Marie who was still trying, rather feebly, to hold a submissive position. She reached out placing a gentle hand on the small of her back. Marie collapsed at her touch, and Alexis gathered her in her arms. Marie cried softly. She didn't understand why he had left her there. Why hadn't he punished her? Why hadn't he said anything? She nestled her head against Alexis' breasts and let her new friend hold her.

After a few minutes, Marie calmed her nerves and looked up to meet Alexis' gaze. She was grateful for her touch. Marie leaned in tentatively and then kissed her on the lips letting them linger just a little too long. Neither woman seemed to know what to do in that moment. Marie wasn't sure who must have looked more shocked by her actions. She had never kissed another woman in her entire life. She wasn't even sure why she did it. Then Alexis smiled and laughed, and Marie laughed with her.

"I've ruined this, haven't I?" Marie said referring Tom. "I don't know what I did wrong. I'm just proud of him. I want everyone to know how successful he is. Is that wrong?"

"Now you know what I meant yesterday when I said he was complicated." Alexis responded. "I told you I love him more than anything, but he's a particular man. He's private. Most people would be flashing their success. Not him. He doesn't like congratulations or thanks. He likes his life. He likes his women. He's protective of them."

Marie reached out and ran her hand along the red mark on the top of Alexis' breasts. "Does it hurt?"

Alexis nodded toward the similar mark on Marie's ass. "So what if it hurts. Does yours?"

For the first time, Marie thought she understood what Alexis meant. Of course it had hurt her. The sting and the pain were temporary though. It was the soreness she felt now that she liked. It reminded her of him. It reminded her to be better for him. It was no different than the girl from yesterday, than her voicemail this morning. She said she'd been sore all evening, but not it in a bad way. She seemed to revel in it.

"It's all so confusing." Marie said pensively. "It all happened so fast. I don't know what I'm doing, but I can't stop. I want more. It's like I'm not even me... I'm not sure what it is... I'm..."

Alexis smiled broadly and giggled. "You came really hard didn't you?" And then she started laughing.

Marie laughed too, and then buried her head between Alexis' breasts for a moment trying to hide the embarrassment on her face. She looked back up at Alexis. Her cheeks were beet red and she blurted, "So fucking hard! God! What is wrong with me? I...I've never experienced anything like it. Never in my life."

"Well that's all part of it." Alexis said as they giggled. "None of the other girls have either. He's just amazing. He's talented. He's sincere. He's protective. And he can fuck! He can make you feel a million emotions at once, and you've never felt so alive. The rest of it... his complications... his particular needs.... That's just a part of him, and I think we all accept it. You love him for it. The same way you love him for his dick or his touch or his words or his smile." Alexis couldn't help but laugh some more. "You should have seen how angry he was with you, and you just shook like a little slut totally lost in your own orgasm. We're both in trouble you know."

Marie just couldn't believe how much she was learning about her son. He really was a stranger to her. The more she learned, though, the more she admired him. He defied convention. He didn't seem to do it to make some statement. He did because it pleased him. He had created a life that most people would consider deplorable, but it was a life those very people would envy in private. It was wrong to let her be a part of it. Her son hadn't let that stop him, though. He had welcomed her into his life. Marie felt so confused yesterday. Today she just felt nervous. She didn't want to displease him.

"Oh no! What am I going to do? Do you think he's going to forgive me?"

She was crying again, but not out of sadness as much as uncertainty and nerves. She was thankful to have Alexis at her side.

Alexis thought for a moment. "Do you want this, Marie? Do you want him and this life?"

"I... yes." She said. "I don't know if it can work long term..."

"Stop that, Marie." Alexis chided her. "You're thinking about it all wrong. This isn't something that you think about long term. That's for him to consider, not you. You just live in the moment. He's a Dominant. You only get what he gives you. If you want this, you need to give it everything. My life has become about his happiness. My job is to please him. You have to understand how happy it makes me. The enjoyment he gets from watching me kneel in front of him or perform for him doesn't even compare to the pleasure I get from doing it. I wouldn't trade my life for anything in the world. But I never question him. I never wonder how long it will last."

Marie smiled. "I'm not sure he deserves you."

"Listen, Marie. If you think he won't like something, don't do it. If you think you need permission, wait for it. Never talk about what happens here. Always kneel. Always make sure your posture is correct. Always perform at your best. Once you get through the initial training, it'll be simple. You'll just know exactly how to react. And trust him. He'll know how to treat you when he begins to understand your needs. That's what he does. He's really intuitive that way. It's kind of crazy how he just knows. But none of this works if you don't trust him."

Marie tried to process everything. It was overwhelming. She had certainly been cycling through the full range of emotions since she arrived.

"But... what now?"

Alexis thought for a long moment. She knew him so well, and she was very attuned to his submissive training.

"I think there's only one thing you can do." She said. "You have to break his rules."

"But you said not to break his rules! You said if I thought he wouldn't like something not to do it."

It was official; Marie did not understand any of this at all. Alexis just offered her invaluable advice, and promptly told her to ignore it.

"Yes! Exactly. But..." She replied. "...right now, you're kind of screwed. He's pissed because you broke the one rule he holds above all others. You never tell anyone about his career or his lifestyle. As far as I see it, you're only option is defiant devotion."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're going to march in there uninvited. It means you're going to go upstairs, which you should never do without permission. It means you're going to kneel down on your hands and knees and present your ass for punishment."

"But I did that." She said exhaustively. "He just left me here."

"Not this time. Not if you violate his space. He'll be overcome with the need to punish you for it. Trust me. All you need to do is stay there. You need to be defiant about not leaving until he's satisfied. You need to be defiant. Keep telling yourself that. You make him see that you'll do anything he asks."

Marie was terribly nervous about this plan. "What's he going to do? I mean... what do you think he'll do?"

"Oh, Marie, he's going to do exactly what he wants to do. He's going to whip you. He's going to make you want to get up and leave and never come back. If you want this then you're going to stay there no matter what happens. If you leave then it's over for you."

"Shit." She whispered. "Are you sure?"

"You can never be sure. But... I think it's the best plan that two naked women lying on the ground can come up with though."

The absurdity of the situation struck them both, and they both laughed together. In that moment they each knew that this friendship would last a long time. Marie wrapped her arms around Alexis and gave her a big hug. Then she leaned in and kissed her hard -- a real kiss. It gave Marie butterflies in her stomach feeling her lips pressed against Alexis'. Marie wasn't shocked by the feeling. She was getting used to accepting these new revelations about herself. Alexis on the other hand was both shocked and smitten.

Marie jumped up and took a deep breathe. "I love you both. Wish me luck." And then she bounded off with intense determination toward the guest house, not unlike she had the day before.

******

Alexis sat naked staring at this new woman as she walked down the pathway to visit her son. She knew that Marie had probably gotten in over her head without really understanding what was required of her. She couldn't help but acknowledge the strange feelings she had for her though. Alexis had been with countless women since she'd begun her submission. She'd seen many women go through training. In all that time, she'd never invested herself in any of them. They were Sir's submissive women. It was up to him to train them and punish them. She had never felt one way or another toward the process. It was not her concern. She only cared for Sir and his happiness.

Alexis couldn't help but think that Marie was different somehow. There was the obvious difference that she was his mother. Alexis noted as she watched Marie's full curved ass sway in the distance that this wasn't the reason though. Perhaps it was her naivety or her innocence. Alexis had been blunt when she suggested to Marie that she'd be whipped. Some part of her assumed that this would affect the older woman's decision to continue. It hadn't. In fact, it seemed to have strengthened her resolve altogether. Marie wanted this life more than she let on, and Alexis admired this about her.

Alexis couldn't help but wonder what must be going on in Marie's head. This, she thought, was a woman that was discovering her true nature despite the emotional consequences. Marie had spent much of the last day in tears and confusion yet she trudged onward. Alexis found this entirely sexy. She was unlike any of other women she'd seen Tom train. Her core strength and devotion matched her own. This realization didn't make Alexis jealous at all. She felt an outpouring of love for her. She felt that this was one woman that deserved what Tom had to offer.

Alexis shifted on the cool flagstone as she watched Marie disappear inside the guesthouse. She was smiling, and she brought her hands up to her face and traced her lips with her finger. That kiss had been so unexpected. It had shocked her. Not that she was shocked to be kissed by a woman, but rather she was shocked at the excitement she'd felt by it. Alexis was wet and she stroked a finger along her slit and wondered if she should join them. She enjoyed the warm, fresh breeze as she contemplated what these new changes meant to her life. She couldn't help but note the inevitable feeling that Tom was changing with his mother here.

******

Marie reached the steps to the lofted office. She stared at them for a long moment as uncertainty washed over her. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She wasn't sure if the feeling was panic or excitement. She knew she could turn around. If she left now then the awkwardness of the last day would eventually become a distant memory. She could save herself. She glanced back at the room. She took in the sight of the furniture, the whips, the crops, the paddles and the ropes. There were things in here of which she didn't even know the purpose. She wanted to know. She felt deep inside her that she needed to know, and her son was perhaps the only person she trusted enough to teach her.

Marie lifted one foot after another. With each step her resolve was strengthening. She reached the top steps and she could see her son in deep contemplation, still naked, behind his desk. Her heart was aflutter again. She could do this, she told herself. His stare alarmed her as she wordlessly made her way to the middle of the room. She turned around facing away from him and then got down on all fours. What was it he said to her again? She strained to remember. Her posture and form was a sign of respect. That's what he had said. How had Alexis posed? She thought that she was taking too long, but it was important to get it right. She pressed her tits into the soft area rug, placed her hands out in front of her palms down, drew in her stomach, and pushed her ass up into the air. And with that, she held still. She displayed her ass and her smooth pussy to her son, and hoped beyond all else that he'd forgive her.

Time seemed to tick by painfully slow. Tom hadn't said a word to her. She felt like she did when she knelt in front of him at the table on the patio. She wanted to stand up and leave. She felt foolish. She wondered how little he must think of her, his mother, displayed so lewdly and wantonly in front of him. How long had it been? Five minutes? Ten minutes? Her mind raced, but she remained perfectly still. She could hear the rustling of papers behind her. She wondered what he was doing. She thought about his cock sliding into her throat. She thought about the fullness she felt with him inside her. She needed that feeling again. She needed the one man that had always loved her, faithfully and unconditionally.

Defiant. Yes, she thought to herself, she needed to be defiant. That was the plan.

After twenty minutes, Tom finally spoke with little emotion in his words.

"Leave."

Marie closed her eyes tight. He had finally acknowledged her. She prayed that this was the right thing to do. She spoke confidently, or as confident as a woman could speak that didn't feel very confident at all.

"No, Sir."

"Leave, now! I didn't invite you up here. You're not welcome." He said even more sternly.

"No, Sir."

"What is wrong with you? I said to leave now." He bellowed out.

"No, Sir."

"Why?" He growled at her. "What is it you're trying to tell me by sitting here after I've told you to leave?"

"Sir, this girl will take her punishment now."

Marie couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. They were things that she'd never imagined would ever escape her lips.

"No. Now leave." His tone was frighteningly emotionless again.

"No, Sir. If Sir won't punish me then I'll wait for any other instructions he has for me... But, Sir, I won't leave. Sir, I'm sorry for speaking about you to my sister. I should have known better, Sir." Marie struggled to say the right things without saying too much. She needed to be concise, proper and respectful, but she worried about sounding whiney, pathetic or verbose.

"Did you tell her I fucked you?" Tom had emphasized the word 'fucked' just to make her feel uncomfortable.

"No! No, Sir! I... I just told her how well you were doing out here, Sir. I told her what books you had written, Sir. That's all. Nothing about this, Sir." She wondered why he thought she might have said something about their lurid encounter.

"Nothing else? Nothing about Alexis? Nothing about the other girls?" He asked pointedly.

"No, Sir."

Tom stood up from his chair and walked around his desk standing behind her. He had an eclectic taste in women, particularly submissive women. Alexis was what he considered a perfect specimen of female beauty, perfectly curved and proportioned. Tom had a taste for all types though. He stared at his mother's bald slit. He was angry with her, but a part of him was taken by her womanly figure. He enjoyed the round curves, the plumpness of her ass and the heft of her breasts.

He leaned in close to her ear and asked, "What did my Aunt Jane say when you told her? Was she surprised? Does she stay up at night reading my books and making her pussy cum? Is she a slut like you?"

Marie was taken aback by his questions. The way he said it was so nasty, and it both insulted her and turned her on to be called a slut.

"I... um..."

"Come on, Marie! This is what you want, right? You want to be my submissive slut? Well, then you should learn to answer my questions."

"She... um... Sir, she couldn't believe it. She asked me a bunch of questions about whether I thought you were in to that kind of stuff. Sir, I told her I didn't know. She's told me many times that she masturbates to these books, Sir. She's the one that convinced me to read it."

Marie felt strange talking to her son about his aunt so crudely. Part of her didn't want him thinking about her that way. It made her jealous.

"If you want to move forward then you better learn your place in my house. Don't ever mention my lifestyle or my writing to anyone. I'll have to deal with Aunt Jane on my own."

Marie wondered what that meant. How would he deal with her? Tom left her there and disappeared downstairs. Marie noted that he was talking to her now at least. She thought that this was a good step. He had mentioned moving forward, so naturally Marie felt that things were going to be alright after all. It hadn't been as difficult as Alexis had suggested, and this was quite a relief to her.

******

Tom knew that his mother was a good woman. She had raised him well. She had come out here looking for security in a tumultuous time in her life. With everything that happened since she arrived, Tom found himself in very new territory. He loved his mother, and he couldn't deny that he loved her need to submit to him. It had been conflicting at first, but he knew that he wanted it. Unfortunately, his love for her was hampering his ability to train her. Tom needed to break the mother-son dynamic. He needed to reset the relationship, and build it back as a Dominant-submissive one. It weighed on him. Tom still wasn't sure that he could do it, but her defiance impressed him.

Alexis appeared in the doorway. She knelt down immediately, and watched as Tom collected the leather strap, the hard leather braided crop and a butt plug. Part of her wondered what had happened up there. She had waited outside an adequate amount of time before her curiosity overwhelmed her.

Tom crouched down next to her. "You have a soft spot for this one, Alexis. That's not like you. I don't mind you helping her learn the ropes, but don't you forget your place either. I'm warning you nicely. Now, come with me."

Alexis followed him up the stairs. She smiled when she saw Marie in a perfectly executed pose. Tom set all the items on his desk, and then walked over toward his mother. He set the butt plug down in front of her, and had Alexis kneel in a punishment position with her ass high just in front her of Marie's face.

"Lift your chest off the floor, and get on your hands and knees." He stated very calmly.

Marie lifted herself up and her face was no more than a few inches from Alexis' rear end. Marie could see the remnants of the crop marks from yesterday. They were faded and almost gone. Never in her life had her face been so close to another woman's naked pussy.