Aquiescence Pt. 11

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Me thinks this is coming to a close and there will only be one part after this.

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Moving day was hectic and we were happy to have Kyle and Whitney to help. By late evening we had finished the job and we all flopped on the living room floor. I ordered a couple pizzas and opened a bottle of Chianti. Even though the movers carried the heavy stuff, I was sure our muscles would ache tomorrow.

After Kyle and Whitney left, Niki and I went to the master bedroom. We plopped down on the mattress that was on the floor and without even a kiss good-night, fell asleep.

When I woke up, I raced to the bathroom to relieve myself. Niki was there and slammed the top drawer of the vanity shut.

As I pissed, I asked, "So what have you been up to?"

"Just figuring out where to put stuff."

"And seeing how the collar looks around your neck?"

"Oh, I just happened to open the drawer and saw it," she said innocently.

Before splashing cold water on my face, I smacked her ass and she jumped. "Liar!"

Her face reddened, confirming my assumption was correct and she cast her eyes down like a child who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"You know you weren't supposed to touch it, until I gave you permission," I said drying my face. "So, I guess punishment is in order for tonight." Her faced burned a nice shade of crimson as she stood there and bit her bottom lip. Understood?" She nodded.

Around 11:30 that morning we met Kyle and Whitney for brunch and afterwards Niki and I went shopping for groceries. All the while Niki was unusually quiet.

"Thinking about the kind of punishment you deserve?"

She didn't respond so I swatted her ass hard enough for her to jump and expel a tiny squeal. She looked around to see if anyone saw and then looked at me and glared.

"Do you want another one?"

"No, dammit!" she whispered through gritted teeth.

"Then answer me."

"Yes, I was thinking about it."

"It?"

She whispered into my ear, "The punishment."

While I knew that Niki would never be naturally submissive, she submitted to me and her rebellious nature thrilled me in a way I've never experienced. We had our arguments and I allowed her, her voice and even bent to her will at times. She was, after all, a brilliant woman with an excellent mind and she presented her arguments like a seasoned attorney. But if I insisted that I was right, she deferred to my wishes graciously. If, however, my decision was wrong she didn't hesitate to say, "I told you so."

After we put the groceries away, she poured us wine and we cuddled, sipped and talked.

"Well," I said standing, "I think we should get your punishment over with so we can enjoy the rest of the evening. Her lips tightened and her nostrils flared. "Come on," I said, reaching for her hand.

I led her to the library, which only had three-quarters of the shelves filled, and opened the door to my playroom, or her punishment room, whichever way one wanted to view it. It had not yet been furnished, but my toy chest was in there and a low-back chair for seating. As I rummaged through the chest for a paddle, I had Niki remove her clothes.

"When I speak to you, I expect an answer. It's called respect. Do you respect me, Niki?"

"Yes, Sir," she replied with her head hung.

"Then why didn't you answer me promptly while we were in the store?"

In a flip manner, she returned my question with a question. "Why didn't you give me time to answer?"

A grin shaped my lips. "Is that the way to speak to me?" I put the paddle back and removed a flogger. When I turned back to her, I saw her eyes widen and the blood drain from her face.

"Bend over the back of the chair and spread your legs shoulder width."

"I'm sorry, Sir, it just..."

"Did you hear what I said?"

She nodded and immediately obeyed. I went back to the chest and pulled out lube, alcohol and a plug. Not the largest plug, but one that would cause discomfort. After sanitizing it, I applied lube to the outside of her anus and shoved some up her ass. Her knuckles had already turned white from her hold on the arms of the chair. After lubricating the plug I said, "Are you ready?"

She breathed heavily in anticipation and muttered, "Yes, Sir."

With that I circled her tiny hole with the tip of the plug and inched it in her. Once it was in place, I asked her how many swats she thought she deserved. She said none.

"Ten? Did you say ten?" I asked.

She gulped loudly and then hemmed and hawed searching for a number that she thought sounded like none. Finally she decided on the number one. "I said one, Sir."

"I see."

I remembered back when we had gone over her hard limits list and she laughed heartily when the word "terrorized" appeared. She doubted seriously if anything would strike a chord of fear within her, but she had never been flogged before and from the look of her white knuckles and the tremor in her voice when she spoke, I think I struck that cord.

I softly kissed her bottom with the flogger dragging it from one cheek to the other and back again. Then, I dragged it between her legs and lightly touched her inner thighs before asking her if she was ready.

"Ye...ye...yes, Sssssir."

In a tone dripping with sarcasm I asked, "Are you feeling fear, Niki? Maybe even a bit of terror?"

She breathed in deeply and nodded.

"Aha! So it's not so funny after all, is it?"

"No, Sir," she said adamantly.

"I bet the paddle looks a lot better to you now."

I was taken aback when she said no and I hesitated momentarily while tossing her response around in my mind. Finally, I decided that it was her way of delaying the punishment by throwing me off. "Okay then 'one,' but one on each cheek."

As I drew back her ass tightened and when I cracked the flogger on her right butt cheek she let out a blood-curdling scream. Then, I drew the flogger across my chest and snapped it on her left cheek and she cried out.

I leaned down and placed a kiss on the back of her neck. "Are you okay?"

"May I move, Sir?"

I was prepared to take her into my arms and hold her tight while caressing her naked flesh, but as soon as I gave her permission to move, she abruptly turned to me, fell to her knees, wrapped her arms around my hips and torridly said, "Fuck me."

My dick was rock hard and wanted nothing more than to use it on her. "Did you say please?"

She tightened her hold around my hips and begged with one please after another. I told her to stand up with her legs spread and clasp her hands behind her head. When she did I ran my finger through her slit. To my surprise she was dripping.

"Turn around and bend over the chair."

With her bottom in full view, I moved the butt plug in and out and she expelled a blistering moan, while moving her hips sensually. I pulled the plug out and leaned toward her ear.

"Is your ass ready for my dick?"

"Yes," she answered breathlessly. "Please use what belongs to you."

Again, I stood in shock. I knew that Niki enjoyed being spanked and that's why I seldom used an over-the-knee position and my hand for punishment, but this was altogether new to me. I removed my pants so that she could feel my balls slap against her as I pounded my dick into her bottom. She was lubed enough that I didn't have to grease myself. I ran my cock up and down her ass crack then circled it on her tiny anus. The sound of her soft purr was in total contrast to her grip on the chair.

Slowly, I inched the tip of my cock into her opening and she tightened. "Relax," I whispered. I scraped my nails from the small of her back up her spine to her neck and then grabbed a hunk of her hair while simultaneously inching myself deeper inside her. She groaned loudly and howled long and continuously as I slowly pushed in further.

My dick was in the depth of her warm, tight ass and I didn't want to take it out, but when I was buried inside her, I asked, "Are you okay?"

When she nodded I began to slowly extract myself. Once I was half way out, I shoved it back in and she bellowed, "Yesssss." I moved in and out of her faster and yanked the wad of hair that was twisted around my fist.

She squealed and grunted when I shoved my dick hard up her ass and started pounding her hole in a way that my balls slapped against her. Then, I drew my hand back and smacked her butt cheek.

"Yesssssssssssssss," she shouted. So, I smacked her ass harder.

"Who's bitch are you?"

"Yours, Sir. I'm your bitch. I'm your whore, your cumslut. I'm whatever you want me to be," she growled and her words compelled me to fuck her harder and faster while my hand came down repeatedly on her backside.

"Yessssssssssssssss. Hurt me! Hurt me!"

My dick throbbed in her ass and her hole squeezed it tighter until I couldn't take it anymore. My racing heart pounded as hard in my chest as my dick throbbed inside her and I was about to explode.

"I'm gonna shoot my load up your ass, bitch."

"Yesssss...give it to me," she cried out and screamed, "I'm gonna cum?"

When I told her she couldn't without permission, she begged emphatically through gulps of air. I knew she was as close as I was and when I said, "Now," we both spewed forth.

Afterwards, I fell to the floor and she fell into my arms, both of us weak and limp. She repeatedly told me how much she loves me, while placing wet kisses on my cheek and down my neck. Then she crawled on top of me and we ended with a fiery kiss where our tongues toyed with each other's.

For a long while we lay there, quiet, with her body covering mine and my arms wrapped tightly around her. "I love you more than you'll ever know," I whispered.

When I finally composed myself I told her to let me see her ass. She stood and when she turned my jaw dropped. It flamed with my hand print and welts from the flogger had erupted. "Let's go to the bathroom."

I patted her bottom soothingly with cool water and antiseptic soap then applied some aloe before kissing its redness. All the while she moaned with delight. Then she took a deep breath and said, "I won't be able to sit down comfortably for days."

"We need to talk," I said, taking her by the hand and leading her to the mattress. She snuggled into my arms and I smiled, thinking that her body fit so perfectly there. "Are you okay?"

"Mhmm...I'm better than okay." She looked up at me and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm a bit perplexed, I guess."

"Why?"

"I was pretty rough on you."

She lifted her head from my chest and grinned. "Mhmm."

After I placed a tender kiss on her lips, I said, "You enjoyed it?"

She pecked my lips and said, "More than you'll ever know."

As we drifted off, I imagined all the possibilities in which I could enjoy her. I never really got off on inflicting pain on a sub, but the way Niki enjoyed it, aroused me to hardness and an orgasm I had never before experienced.

*******

It wasn't until the following Sunday that the place was in order and the weekend after that we shopped for furniture. We had kept some of her stuff and some of mine and what we didn't keep, we donated to charity. The place was coming together little by little and we experimented more and more with our limits. With each passing day we grew closer. What I had learned is that depriving her of physical discipline was the meanest punishment I could administer. Of course, I was depriving myself as well, but I had to do something to keep her in line. Innocuous corner time and writing lines was absolute torture for her. Cum restriction, especially if I teased her, drove her insane.

I think it was on a Wednesday when, unbeknownst to Niki, I stayed home and waited for a delivery of some stuff I had ordered online. When it finally came, I had the delivery men take it to the library. After they left, I opened the boxes and set up the equipment I had purchased, in the secret room. The cage, where I would keep her when she disobeyed, had an engraved plaque that read "Bad Niki." I chuckled thinking she'd hate it. I also purchased a pillory, a triangle and a St. Andrew's cross. After setting them up, I hauled the armoire in, where I placed our toys. Some whips, paddles and floggers were hung strategically on the wall. I put a crop on the shelf I had installed earlier that week. The piece d' resistance was her painting, "In Fire and Blood," which I had brought home from the office and hung over the cage. I positioned a throne-like chair where I could view everything and with a smile planted on my face, made myself comfortable while thinking of other ways to torment the love of my life for both her pleasure and mine. So far I was happy with the room.

Before Niki got home, I had taken the collar and put it in the cage. Then I prepared a candlelit dinner. She was surprised to see me when she walked in the door.

"Wow, something smells delicious," she said, kissing my cheek. "Did you leave work early?"

"I didn't go in today."

She felt my forehead with the back of her hand and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I chuckled. "I just had things to do around here. Are you hungry?"

"I'm ravenous. Do I have time to get comfortable?"

"Go," I said shooing her away with a pat on the ass.

"Carter!" I heard her exclaim minutes later.

"Is there a problem?" I asked when I went into the master bath wearing a smile. "You want me to help you undress?" I had prepared a nice warm bubble bath for her and put candles all around for aesthetics and a glass of red wine awaited her on a small stand by the tub.

"You're the best," she said with a tight hug.

"Yeah, and you better remember that," I snickered. "When you've finished, don't dress."

Her mouth formed a grin from ear to ear. "As you wish, Sir," she said with a wink.

"Take your time. Relax."

About an hour later Niki entered the dining room in all her naked beauty and I couldn't help but smile. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Very much so, Sir," she murmured.

After telling her to sit, I brought the food from the kitchen and poured us both more wine. She complimented me on the food and, with a tweak of her nipple, I complimented her on her beauty.

When we finished eating, we cleared the table and did the dishes. She washed,I dried and in between we kissed. Once we had the kitchen cleaned, she thanked me with a flaming hot kiss while rubbing her nakedness against me.

"So, what's the special occasion?"

I smiled lasciviously, "The completion of our playroom."

Her jaw dropped. "Oh my god I wanna see," she said excitedly.

"Well, I'll probably be adding more stuff to it," I said as I led her to the room.

She rushed in and when she saw the cage she turned to me shooting daggers from her eyes, causing me to laugh out loud.

"That's exactly the reaction I expected," I said. "Crawl in."

Reluctantly, she got on her hands and knees and crawled inside as I sat on what I called my throne. Once inside she saw the collar and gasped.

"May I put it on, Sir?"

"No, not yet." I looked around the room and said, "How do you like the room?"

"Well, except for the cage..."

"It's not for your pleasure," I interrupted.

"Remember, it's your punishment room."

She mewed like a kitten and said, "But Sir, I'm such a good little sub."

Of course, at that I guffawed. "You're a masochistic little slut."

"Mmmm. I love how you call me your slut."

"You're perfect for me. I always knew you were. Are you perfect enough to wear my collar though?"

"Would you let me out of here, please?"

"Not yet. Answer my question."

"I'm not sure what you want from me," she snipped. "We get along well. We agree on almost everything. I do my utmost to show you ...

Again I interrupted her. "And you didn't answer my question. So, I'm guessing you're not perfect enough to wear my collar," I said, opening the cage door.

"Sir, I..."

I placed a finger on her lips and told her there was nothing more to talk about. Then, I left the room. I showered and shaved and when I finished I went for a glass of wine expecting to find Niki in the living room, but she wasn't there. Nor was she in the kitchen or dining room so, I went to the library. She wasn't there either, but when I looked in the playroom there she sat in the cage.

"What are you doing?"

"Writing."

"What?"

She held up the page and it read, "Why I'm worthy of your collar."

"Wouldn't you be more comfortable at the desk in the library?"

"Yes, Sir, but I don't feel I deserve comfort. May I finish?"

I nodded. "Should I leave you alone?"

"Whatever you wish, Sir."

"I wish to sit in my throne," I chuckled.

"If that's what you wish, so be it."

About 30 minutes later she announced that she was finished. I let her out of the cage and told her to come kneel at my feet as I read. Considering that she returned to the cage after getting the paper and pen and wrote the paper while scrunched up, it was legible.

"Should I read it aloud?"

"It's up to you, Sir," she said, kissing my free hand and looking up at me adoringly.

There are no set rules when a Dominant offers his collar to his submissive. Ultimately, it's personal and the answer to what it symbolizes is how they choose to define it. It differs with each couple as much as each couple's relationship differs; however, when I read what she had written it sent chills throughout my body. Her perception was precisely my definition. It indicated a new beginning in our journey; our commitment and devotion to one another.

She included in her words that I had proven I truly cared for her and had her best interest in mind. That anything I do is to help her grow and blossom in her role, not only as my submissive but as my life's partner. After explaining what the collar meant to her, she went on to state why she believed she deserved to wear it. She strives to follow the rules I set forth and completes her tasks in a timely manner and with consistency. But more importantly, "I have endeavored to make your life easier by caring for you with kindness and love. I bring you joy."

When I finished reading I kissed the top of her head and smiled. "You do make my life easier and I've never known such joy."

That night I placed my collar around her neck and she vowed to make me proud that I owned her. She had already made me proud. Despite the fact that she was, at times, snippy with me in private, when we were with others, she showed the utmost respect for me and did as she was told without question. And whilst there were times that her attitude warranted punishment, more often than not her demeanor was gentle. She catered to me and served me and loved me in a way that made my inner being glow.

*******

The blazing sun doesn't seem to bother me anymore. Pigeon lady has left and along with her the pigeons. In less than 15 minutes Niki will arrive and I, after reciting the speech I've prepared on how much she means to me, will get on bended knee and ask her to be my wife.

Suddenly, I'm second guessing myself and wondering if I'm going about this the right way. There's nervousness in the pit of my stomach and I wonder if Niki felt this way months ago when she made an announcement that I had never expected.

I take a deep, cleansing breath and close my eyes in an attempt to relax.