To Catch a Sub – 006

Literotic asexstories – To Catch a Sub – 006 by EROSSIR,EROSSIR
Anthony turned back to the computer. He logged into the Pillory website and then into the chat site. He began to scan the user list and found FatherDom. He could tell that FatherDom was in his private room and also in the room where everyone started when they came into the chat site. It was a room simply called “Welcome.”

Anthony sat and watched the scroll on the window. He found it confusing and hard to follow the many conversations and the speed of the scroll. He then saw FatherDom speak to someone named “Sweethang”. Anthony watched that conversation amid all the others. The man seemed polite, concerned, and helpful to “Sweethang.”

Anthony sat for several minutes watching the screen scroll. He finally typed a message and directed it to FatherDom in the Welcome room.

SensualSadist — Hello. I hope you don’t mind. Could I ask you a few questions?

FatherDom — Of course. I am always glad to help a fellow dominant.

SensualSadist — I am pretty new to this chat room stuff. You seem to be well informed and well known. Can you give me some tips on getting started?

FatherDom — Of course. It is really pretty simple. Can you tell me some of your kinks?

That was a question Anthony hadn’t really expected. He had to get his thoughts together pretty quickly. He thought back to some of the videos he had watched that Sasha had also watched. He began to type his reply.

SensualSadist — I am pretty much into all aspects of BDSM. I am particularly interested in the harder and more extreme aspects. I like to play hard. I find the thoughts of forced use of a woman very arousing. I am not sure how well that fits in here.

FatherDom — Let’s take this to a private message. It will be easier to converse without all this other background noise.

Anthony saw a private message screen pop up on his computer. A message flashed onto the screen.

FatherDom — I think you are going to fit in pretty well around here. You will find a lot of men and women who share your interests.

SensualSadist — I have had a hard time finding and meeting any female submissives that seem willing to do what I want. Is there some sort of trick to it? I am not the smoothest typist, and I am not sure how to do one of these online sex scenes.

FatherDom — You sound like a pretty intelligent guy. I think you just need to see how some of this works. Let me invite you to my private room. I have some submissives that visit there on a regular basis and you can see how this works.

SensualSadist — Thank you! I knew from watching that you were someone most everyone on here trusted. You must have been around here a long time.

FatherDom — I have been doing this a long time. Go ahead and come to my room. There are some other people there. They may not respond. They tend to just hang out in the room even if they are not around their computer.

SensualSadist — Be there in just a bit.

Anthony clicked the enter button in the room invitation and a second chat screen opened. He saw five names in the user list including his. FatherDom was quick to respond to his entry.

FatherDom — Welcome. Just a few rules here in my room. Almost anything goes but if you go over my limits, you will get one warning and then the boot. This is a room for serious dominants with a bent toward Sadism. If you don’t find that appealing best you leave now.

FatherDom — Glad you made it. Things are a little slow right now. Just hang around. Something will pop up.

SensualSadist — Thanks for the invite. I will hang out a bit and see what develops.

Anthony minimized the screen. He went back to studying that material Angela had suggested. The morning passed relatively quickly. It was about half past noon when Dimitri stuck his head in the office.

“Want to get some lunch. I have a few questions.”

“Sure. I can take a break. Want to go now?”

“Yeah. Come on. I’ll drive.”

They got into Dimitri’s little crossover SUV. He drove to a restaurant not far away. Inside they found a table and after ordering, Dimitri plunged right into his questions.

“I know I haven’t been here long, but I have noticed a few things.”

“Like what?”

“The way you have the staff organized. Could I make some suggestions?”

“Sure. You’re the expert.”

“Hardly that. But I do think I can find some ways to make things run a little better and improve the efficiency.”

“Dimitri, I told you that you are in complete control. If you want to change something in the way we are doing things, feel free. I would ask that when it comes to contracts and plans that if you change anything there you ask me first.”

“Oh. I would never change anything about that part. I know nothing about it. But handling routine business operations and personnel issues are my thing. Most people don’t understand how much those little things can affect a business.”

“You do what you think is best. Just remember that you are tinkering with the business that puts food on your grandkids table. Screw it up and we will all be living with you?”

Dimitri laughed.

“That wouldn’t be a problem, but I don’t think there is a chance of that. I have looked at your company and it is growing. You have good people and basically a very sound plan. I think we can make things a little better by moving some people around, changing the way things are handled to make them more productive, and tightening up procedures.”

“Good. Get it done.”

Lunch came and they focused on the meal. Dimitri talked a little more about what he thought needed to be done and Anthony listened. By the end of the meal, Anthony was convinced that if nothing else came out of this project, having Dimitri involved was going to leave his company stronger and more competitive.

&&&&&

Back at the office, Anthony was again working through the material on the websites. He was rapidly getting a whole new understanding of the BDSM lifestyle from people who were committed to it more deeply than he could have imagined. He was gaining insights into relationships and a better understanding of what compelled people to engage in these activities.

The office was closing down rapidly when he left. He drove to Angela’s office and went in unannounced. She came from the back dressed in her usual slacks and shirt.

“You are prompt. I like that. Come on in and sit down.”

They found seats in her office. Anthony still avoided the couch. Angela started right in.

“Have you gone through that material I gave you?”

“Yes. I have read most of Thor’s stuff and several of the others.”

“Then if you are as bright as you appear, you have a pretty good understanding of the BDSM lifestyle and culture. That means we can actually start turning you into a dominant that any submissive can respect. The first thing I want you to consider is your appearance.”

“What’s the matter with the way I look?”

“Well. You don’t look the part and you don’t act the part.”

“What do you mean?”

Anthony looked down at himself. He was wearing his usual work boots, a pair of jeans, and a flannel work shirt.

“Anthony. How much is your company worth?”

He shrugged.

“I don’t really know.”

She sighed.

“I checked the Dunn and Bradstreet. Your accountant has you listed there. Your company has a net worth of over 5 million dollars. Last year you did 28 million dollars of contracts and Dunn and Bradstreet has you listed as a “Company to Watch.” How much time do you actually spend on job sites these days?”

“Maybe 45 minutes or an hour a day.”

“How much time do you spend dealing with bankers, engineers, and customers?”

“Not so much now. I hired my father-in-law to deal with a lot of that.”

“You are still the face of the company though. Your name is on the logo. When you meet people, they judge your company by what they see in you.”

“Ok. So, they see a hard-working construction guy.”

“What they should be seeing is an educated debonair executive that owns and runs a multimillion-dollar company. They don’t expect you to come to a business meeting looking like a plumber.”

Anthony was thinking.

“I can see some of your points. Thinking back, I can see that I sometimes didn’t quite fit in when I went to meetings at the bank or visiting with some of my customers.”

“You need to work on your appearance and, just as importantly, you need to work on how you present yourself to people. You need to be more assertive. I won’t say aggressive because that can put some people off. You need to be more self-confident, and you need to learn to exude a sense of being in charge. You need to expect people to defer to you and to accept you as the alpha in any group you are in.”

“How the hell do I do that?”

“Looking the part will help. A change in attitude will do a lot of the work. I am going to send you to a friend of mine who does personal coaching. I will tell her what she needs to know. Listen to what she has to say. If it makes sense, follow her advice.”

“Ok. I’m already into this so far that a little more doesn’t seem unreasonable.”

“Good. There is one other thing I want you to consider.”

“What’s that?”

“You go by Anthony, right?”

“Yes.”

“I think you should consider gradually making the change to having people call you Tony.”

“Why”

“Anthony is a perfectly fine name. But it is very formal. Tony is a strong masculine name. It is shorter and gives the impression of a powerful person. Remember, that the impression you make when you meet people colors how they deal with you and how they think of you from that point on. You want to establish a strong, masculine, and commanding presence from the very first.”

Anthony considered that. It would be a radical change and would raise a lot of questions from his family and friends.

“I’ll try it.”

“Good. I can help you with personality and presentation things. Here is the name and address of the personal coach. Give her a call tomorrow and at least talk to her.”

Angela handed him the card and then they began to talk in depth about how to adapt the changes she was suggesting to his demeanor and his attitudes. As he listened, she made good sense. What she was saying applied to everything about his business and not just to his relationship with Sasha. He began to realize that all of the really successful people he knew exhibited almost all of the personal traits she was suggesting. She gave him a list of several books to read about the subject.

After he left, he stopped at a nearby office supply store. The store had almost all the self-help books she had recommended, and he bought a copy of everyone they had. He then headed home, lots of things on his mind.

Anthony arrived home at his usual time. He found Sasha in a bright and convivial mood. The children were waiting for him for dinner, and they had a pleasant meal talking about school. The upcoming summer holiday was a popular topic. After dinner, Anthony took the kids upstairs and got them settled into bed. Sasha was finishing up the dishes and he walked up behind her, pinning her to the sink with his hips and sliding his arms under hers. His hand cupped her tits, and he nuzzled the back of her neck.

“What say we go to bed early and have a little slap and tickle time.”

She wiggled her ass against his groin and looked back over her shoulder.

“Just what did you have in mind?”

“I dunno. What would you like?”

Sasha hesitated and then turned around to face him. She looked at him dreamily with her arms around his neck.

“I don’t care as long as it’s you. You are in charge. I’ll do anything you want tonight.”

“That could be a dangerous offer.”

Her eyes narrowed a bit.

“Aren’t you up to a challenge?”

“Let’s find out.”

She grinned broadly and finished clearing up the kitchen. Anthony went through the downstairs, turning off lights and locking up. They met at the bottom of the stairs and held hands as they ascended. Sasha stopped and cracked the door to the kids’ rooms and looked in. In each case they were sound asleep. Satisfied she pulled the door shut and hurriedly crossed the hall.

She found Anthony lying on the bed propped up on the headboard. His shoes were off, but he was still dressed. She stopped and shut the door then spun on her heel and looked at him.

Sasha saw him looking at her as she stood just inside the closed bedroom door. It was obvious he had something on his mind. Then she saw the slow smile that spread across his face.

“That lingerie you wore the night we went to Franky’s. I would like to see that again.”

She giggled and turned to the dresser and searched through a drawer and took out a handful of lingerie. She went to the walk-in closet and shut the door. He heard her fumbling around in the closet. Suddenly, he jumped up and stripped off all his clothes. Laying back down on the bed, he was happy to see that his cock was half erect just at the thought of seeing Sasha in that lingerie he remembered.

He jumped up again and ran to the light switch near the bedroom door and turned off the overhead lights. He turned on a small lamp on the bedside table. The light in the bedroom went from bright, almost glaring, to a soft dim glow that filled the bedroom with deep shadows in some places. Just as he was about to lay back down the bed, he heard the closet door open.

He turned and saw her standing in the open doorway. She wore a black lace bra, matching black panties and garter belt. The stocking clung to her legs to mid-thigh, and she was wearing 4-inch black heels. She was stunning to him and probably to anyone else who happened to see her. He stopped for a moment and spoke.

“YYuuuummmmmm”

Anthony walked over to her and took her in his arms and kissed her hard. She responded by pressing herself to him. Sasha could feel his now fully erect cock between them, and she returned the kiss hungrily.

The kiss lasted for a long time. Sasha looked up at Anthony dreamily.

“What can I do for you tonight, stud.”

He chuckled and turned her around to hold her back to his chest. His hands came up from her waist to cup her full breasts in the lace bra. As he squeezed, she groaned slightly and rubbed her ass against his cock. He slid his hand down to her belly and worked his fingers under the elastic of the lace panties and slid his hand down to cup her crotch. His eyes opened wide. He felt her stiffen a little. He looked down.

“That’s different. What brought this on?”

She hesitated as she replied.

“Um. I just thought I would see what it would be like. You know. If we get a pool, it will make it easier to shop for swimsuits.”

Anthony let his fingers explore her groin. He had to admit that it was pleasant to be able to touch her without that thick curly black bush. Then his mind suddenly flashed to what he had seen on the computer earlier that day. She had shaved because FatherDom had told her too. He took a breath and heard her speak softly.

“Don’t you like it?”

He recovered and managed to reply.

“It’s different. I can see some advantages.”

She seemed to relax when she thought he was accepting her explanation. Anthony’s mind was still racing even as his hands continued to play over her shaved crotch and her breast. He was thinking about what video she had watched immediately after she left the chatroom. He remembered that title vividly. “Anal Assault.”

He hadn’t watched all the video, but he had seen enough to get the drift. A woman and four men. They had roughly torn her clothes away at a construction site and then bent her over a pile of lumber and performed what he could only describe as a savage anal rape. The title was clear enough.

He also remembered what Angela had said about changing his persona. He reasoned quickly that this might be as good a time as any. Anthony wrapped his arm around Sasha’s waist and lifted her. She yelped in surprise as he picked her feet off the floor and turned to carry her to the edge of the bed. He sat her down on her feet and then reached up to grab a handful of long black hair at the back of her head and pushed her forward, face down on the bed.

She gasped in surprise.

“What are you doing?”

“You told me you would do anything I want. This is what I want.”

He reached and grabbed the waistband of the lace panties and pulled them until they stretched across her legs just above her knees. He looked at her round ass and his cock twitched visibly. A drip of precum hung on the tip. He held onto her hair with one hand and grabbed his cock with the other.

Sasha was shocked and surprised at his actions. He had never really acted so sexually aggressive. When she heard the tone in his voice, she first felt a little fear and then she felt the familiar fire between her legs start to kindle. She couldn’t help herself as he manhandled her to the bed and then bent her over.

The thought of Anthony so forcefully taking her already wet pussy, excited Sasha even more. She groaned softly and her hops moved suggestively. Then she felt his cock, run up through her labia. She smiled softly until he felt the head of his cock come to rest on her asshole. The pressure increased and she realized his intentions. She started to squirm and wiggle trying to escape.

“NO… no..not there.. I’m not ready.. Anthony..please, don’t”

She heard him again.

“Anything I want, remember? I want your tight little asshole tonight. And I am going to have it.”

She squealed as he began to push his cock against her resistant anal sphincter.

He growled at her.

“Be quiet. You don’t want to wake the kids.”

She clamped her own hand over her mouth to help stifle the wails that she couldn’t help uttering. Anthony increased the pressure until he felt the wide part of his circumcised cock pop into her ass. He paused a minute and then drove his cock as deep into her asshole as he could manage. He felt her push back in response.

Sasha felt her anal ring expand and then contract as his cock head penetrated. Then the feeling of her anal canal expanding and tightly around his shaft until his balls slapped against her clit. She gasped and suddenly she seemed to be overwhelmed with the sensations emanating from her ass. She raised her hips and thrust back. Each time he withdrew, she groaned and when his cock started forward, she moved back toward him with a grunt.

Anthony was amazed at her reactions. He heard the groans and grunts; he felt her movement meeting him. He felt her clenching on his cock. Then he heard her. Her voice was deep and husky.

“Oh GOD yes. Fuck me. FUCK MY ASS HARD.”

His eyes went wide, and he renewed his grasp at her waist and with his next thrust he drove into her as hard as he could. Her back arched and her head came up. She seemed to quiver underneath him and then shuddered violently before spasming several times in a row. She was wailing into her hands clasped over her mouth. He realized that she had just experienced an orgasm unlike any he had ever known her to have.

Her orgasm sent him reeling into his own. He ground his cock deep into her ass and sent several large streams of cum deep into her before he too groaned and stood, his cock still inside her resting against her ass, breathing hard.

Slipping his still semi rigid cock from her ass, he looked down to admire her still stretched and gaping asshole. He could see the string of cum from his cock head to her ass and the drips coming from her pussy. Anthony lifted her and rolled her into the bed and then climbed in as well. She curled up against him as he wrapped his arms around her. They lay without speaking for a long time, each lost in their own thoughts.

&&&&&

Anthony was gone as usual when she got up. Her mind was still a bit discombobulated from how Anthony had acted the night before. She was still wearing the lingerie. She went to the bathroom, dropped the lingerie in the hamper and pulled on her robe. She needed to get downstairs and make breakfast and get the kids on the bus for school.

As she stood in the kitchen cooking scrambled eggs, her mind was churning. Anthony seemed different somehow. He actually took charge instead of constantly asking her what she wanted, how she wanted it and if she was enjoying it. As she remembered, she felt a shiver run through her. It had been the most intense love making they had enjoyed for many years.

She got the kids off to school and poured another cup of coffee. She glanced at the cupboard. For the first time in months, she didn’t feel pressured to get the computer out. Still, she finally moved to retrieve the computer and take it to the living room and curl up on the couch. She waited for the system to load and then pushed the button for the chat rooms.

&&&&&

Anthony stopped at the truck stop and refueled his truck. While the diesel was pumping, he ran inside, got a cup of coffee and a biscuit with eggs and bacon. He was soon back in the truck eating his quick breakfast as he headed to the office.

He sat down at his desk and opened the laptop. It was still running from the day before so all he had to do was pick up where he had been reading. He was soon absorbed into the last of the writings by Thor. He jumped a bit when the chime went off on his laptop. Glancing at the toolbar, he saw that something was happening on the chat site which was still running. He flipped windows and saw that FatherDom, and the four other screen names were still in the room. He was there as well. Suddenly, he focused his attention. The chine had been the alarm he had set to alert him if Newandwilling came into the room. Sure enough, there she was. He watched without alerting anyone he was active in the room.

Anthony sat and watched, reading the postings as they happened.

Newandwilling — Hello. I am Newandwilling, a submissive female. I enter and kneel in front of FatherDom and present myself. I am naked, 5’6″ tall and 135 lbs. I have 36DD breasts with large areola and nipples. I am shaved completely except for my long thick black hair. I am here to serve.

FatherDom — Good morning slut.

Newandwilling — Good Morning Sir.

FatherDom — Did you receive the things I told you to order?

Newandwilling — No Sir. They are out for delivery and should be here today.

FatherDom — Then I have no use for you now. Come back when you have what I require.

Newandwilling suddenly vanished from the room. Anthony blinked at how fast the interaction had been. He sat and thought about what he had seen. He decided to remain silent and went back to reading and studying.

&&&&&

Sasha sat in frustration. She was about to go find a video when she had a change of heart and closed the laptop and instead went upstairs to put on clothes. Once she was dressed, she began to do laundry, cleaned and rearranged the kitchen cupboard, and did some other chores around the house. She decided that she needed to do some shopping, so she got her keys and purse and headed the SUV toward town.

Nothing much happened for Anthony until he remembered the card Angela had given him the night before. He found it in his wallet and looked at it closely. It read Constance Yardly, Personal and Life Coach. He dialed the number, and a deep raspy female voice answered the phone.

“Constance Yardly. Can I help you?”

“Ms. Yardly, my name is An…I mean Tony Mancini. Dr. Torillo said I should call you and set up an appointment.”

“Ah yes. Angela texted me about you. I understand this is part of a project that is pressing?”

“Yes. It is.”

“Can we meet this afternoon?”

“Sure. Where and when.”

Constance gave Anthony an address.

” I’ll see you at about 1 pm.”

“That works.”

After lunch, Anthony, or Tony as he was trying to remember himself, found the address. It was a large Victorian house in one of the oldest parts of the city. He parked on the street and walked up to the door. Before he could ring the bell, a woman about his age answered.

“You must be Tony.”

“Yes.”

“Come in and have a seat. Let’s chat a bit about what Angela told me.”

Then sat down in the period furnished sitting room, Constance began to question him about what Angela had told her. Tony filled in details where she asked more questions. She asked questions about his habits, his wardrobe, what he liked to wear, what colors he liked, even what sports teams he followed. When she had satisfied her questions, she began to outline what she thought they needed to address.

“People tend to perceive themselves the way they dress and the thoughts they swell on. I think that your background in construction has you thinking of yourself as a construction worker. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah.”

“The way they dress reflects that. On the other hand, you want to become dominant. Right now, the impression you give is of a working-class man, that is easy going and relaxed, who wants to get along and not be seen as assertive, much less aggressive.”

Tony nodded.

“Customer service has always been very important to me. That has meant making customers happy and doing a lot of compromise.”

“That is understandable. The problem is that those are not dominant traits that you want to exhibit.”

They talked some more about the situation with Sasha.

“Angela is a better source of advice about that sort of thing than I am. What I can do is help you with your looks, your attitude and your mind set. Angela said she had already given you some reading suggestions and book suggestions.”

“Yes. I have the book and I have been reading the information on the internet.”

“Good. Then the next thing is to start moving you in the direction of looking and presenting yourself as a dominant personality. The first thing I noticed is that you stuttered when you introduced yourself. You started to call yourself Anthony. I am guessing that you mother preferred that name over Tony.”

“Yes. She has always said that if she wanted a Tony that’s what she would have named me. She chose Anthony because her great-grandfather was Anthony.”

“Ok. And you have no problem changing to be called Anthony.”

“If it will help me get Sasha pointed in the right direction, you can call me BOZO for all I care.”

Constance laughed.

“Then work on that. Start introducing yourself as Tony. Urge your coworkers and friends to call you Tony as well. It may seem strange at first but the longer you do it you will get more comfortable. You will notice right away that new acquaintances tend to approach you when they know you as Tony. It will take you current friends and business associates a while longer to show signs of a change”

“What about family?”

“That is a ticklish situation in your case. I wouldn’t try to make the change at home until after you make this conversion with your wife.”

Tony nodded.

“Second is your looks. Have you considered growing facial hair.”

“Not really. I can shave in the shower and if I’m not having to deal with edges and hair, it is quick and easy.”

“You are a handsome man. No doubt about it. But you are also blessed or cursed depending on how you look at yourself with a round baby face. People key off that and are then biased toward expecting you to behave in one way. My suggestion is to consider letting your mustache grow and adding a nicely shaped van dyke to your chin. I can give you some pictures of examples. Your hair. I know that a crew cut is a choice for a lot of working men but, you don’t want to exhibit that appearance. You want to present yourself as more worldly. I suggest that you let your hair grow and find a good stylist that can keep your facial hair and head hair properly trimmed and shaped.”

Tony was a little shocked.

“Um… Are you sure? I have never been to a stylist. I go to an old school barbershop downtown.”

“Not anymore. I can point you to several good stylists in town that can help you to find a proper cut that will enhance your image. I’m talking about not just being dominant. I will affect how your business associates and customers see you and react to you.”

They talked for almost another hour about grooming and appearance and how Tony should begin to act when he was talking to customers, to employees, and most importantly to his wife.

“I think we have done all we can do today. Are you free tomorrow afternoon, after lunch.”

“I can be.”

“Good. Come here. Bring your credit card. We are going shopping.”

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Sasha got home just after lunch. A FEDEX package was waiting at the front door. She retrieved it and sat it on the kitchen counter while she fixed herself a quick lunch of fruit. As she ate, she opened the box and pulled the contents onto the top of the island.

It was the items she had ordered at the request of FatherDom. The order contained a large black dildo with a suction cup base, two butt plugs, a ball gag, and two different styles of nipple clamps. She examined the nipple clamps first. One pair was labeled as clover leap clamps. The other pair were in a box that identified them as grip clamps. She took them out and looked at them. They were about four inches long. One end was a small opening with thin metal wires that crisscrossed the opening On the other end was a plunger button to which a snap ring was attached. She pushed down on the plunger and saw the three small wires extend out and separate until they were open, and the ends pointed toward the center of the triangle they created. She wasn’t sure exactly what they were supposed to do. She closed them and looked at the other clamps. She had seen similar clamps used in the videos.

The butt plugs were next for her examination. One of them was only about 3 inches long and an inch in diameter at the widest point. I had some kind of crystal on the end about an inch in diameter. She had chosen a dark red ruby like color. The other butt plug was much longer, perhaps 8 inches and shaped more like a cock than the cone shaped of the other plug. It too had the narrowed neck at the end but instead of a crystal it had a more utilitarian T-shaped handle.

She put the plug down and picked up the dildo. It was heavy in her hand and actually quite soft and flexible. The large suction cup on the end looked secure enough to hold the dildo on a flat smooth service. She held the dildo in her hand and felt another twinge in between her legs. Just the sight of the toys was enough to spark a bit of erotica arousal. She took a breath and considered where to hide the things. She didn’t have time to get back online. The kids would be home soon. She put the toys back into the box and then set it at the back of the cupboard on top of the laptop. It was slightly visible, but she hoped that Anthony would not be looking in the cupboard that closely.

She made herself busy getting ready for the kids to come home, putting away the groceries she had purchased while in town and thinking about dinner. Part of her mind was still thinking about the toys in the cupboard and what FatherDom had in store for her. As she thought about it she shivered and a thrill of sexual need ran through her.

&&&&&

When Tony arrived at Angela’s office, he walked in without hesitation, opened the door firmly, and stepped in. Angela was sitting at her desk and looked up with a smile.

“Anthony. On time as usual.”

“Tony if you don’t mind and I have always appreciated punctuality.”

Angela’s eyebrows went up a notch and she cocked her head as she looked at him.

“I sense a bit of change in you already. Did you meet with Constance.”

“I did. She has some suggestions that will begin tomorrow. I was very impressed with her. She seems confident and self-assured and quite knowledgeable.”

“She is. She is also one of the best submissives that has ever served me.”

Tony blinked.

“She is submissive.”

“Quite. And more than a little masochistic. You wouldn’t know it just to meet her would you?”

“Not at all. That is surprising to learn.”

“That is a lesson for you. Submissive does not mean subservient. The really good submissives have quite a developed sense of self-worth and self-confidence. They know who they are and what they are and are comfortable with that role, when it is the right time. Some of the most powerful women I know in business are some of the most submissive sluts you can imagine when they have the opportunity. Don’t let perceptions give you the wrong impressions.”

He nodded, still standing in the reception area.

Angel got up and came around the desk. Tony was surprised to see that she was wearing a pair of skintight leather pants and a leather top with a black crew neck shirt underneath.

“Come on back. Tonight, we start with your technical training.”

She led him into the playroom as she called it. She flicked on the lights and the room lost a lot of its intimidation when it was fully illuminated. Tony took another look around. When he looked back at Angela she was holding a leather flogger and swaying it slowly back and forth.

“This is the part of the whole training thing I like the most.”

“Why is that?”

“You’re going to find out. Turn around and put your hands on that bench.”

He looked and turned slowly and placed his hands on the table height leather covered bench. He started to turn to look at Angela, his ass lit up like a July 4th sparkler. He yelped and reached back to rub his burning ass.

“What the hell?”

“If you are going to be dominant and expect to use these things on a submissive who trusts you, you have to understand what they are, how they work, and what they can do.”

“You mean, you are going to use all these things on me?”

“Not all of them. One from each major class of impact toy. Your ass may be a little sore when you go home tonight. Now turn back around.”

He turned and a second later, his ass lit up again and he ground his teeth together to keep from cursing again.

“That’s good. The first was about half strength for me. The last was at almost full strength. You get the idea of what it feels like. Imagine what you can do, with your extra weight and your much greater strength.”

“I get the point.”

“Good.”

Over the course of the next few hours, she used a representative sample of each of her toys on his ass, the backs of his thighs and across his shirt clad back. By the time the lesson was finished he was breathing hard through gritted teeth and there were deep finger impressions on the leather of the bench.

“That’s it. Now you understand a little bit more about how important trust is in this lifestyle and why the submissive always has the final word. When she agrees to submit to you, she gives you a gift she can revoke at a word. You have to respect that and honor it. That submissive is your most treasured thing and you should treat her like that.”

Tony was still rubbing his ass and thighs. He listened carefully. The seriousness of her voice impressed on him the nature of the conversation. She was arranging the toys back on their places. She looked up at him.

“Is there anything else we need to discuss tonight? You have had a lot tossed on you in one session.”

Tony thought for a minute.

“Yeah. I want to ask you about something.”

“Go ahead.”

Tony related the entire incident in detail to Angela about the evening when he had fucked Sasha’s ass. She listened and asked a few questions.

“You said she protested a bit at first when it was apparent what you meant to do.”

“Yes. Not very much.”

“Did she protest more?”

“No. In fact, it wasn’t long until she was begging me to fuck her harder.”

Angela nodded.

“Did she ask for anything else?”

“No.”

“You said that she offered to do anything you wanted. Did you prompt her for that.”

“No. She offered and then offered again upstairs.”

“I think you surprised her. I don’t think she expected you to take her at her word. I think once she figured out that you were going to do as you wished, she was suddenly very aroused. You struck her chord and she resonated. This may not be what you want to hear, but I think your wife has found that she is a submissive and a masochist and she likes it. Her problem is she is ashamed at some level to admit it to anyone else. That’s what you have to overcome. You must make her realize that you can be the dominant to her submissive and the sadist to her masochist and that you can deliver all that she needs, no matter how extreme it may seem.”

Tony leaned against the leather bench and winced just a bit.

“You think I can manage it.”

Angela grinned.

“You did pretty well submitting to me tonight. You barely screamed and you took the strokes without complaining. You did it because you love your wife. If she understands that she can please you, love you, and make you proud with her submission, you can accomplish almost anything. Yes. You have what it takes.”

Tony let out a whoosh of air. He had been afraid that Angela was going to tell him that she didn’t think he had what it would take to be the kind of dominant that could demand the respect and love of someone like Sasha.

On the way home, Tony kept shifting in the truck seat. His ass was still burning. He spent almost the entire ride home thinking about what it would be like to deliver that kind of punishment and torture to Sasha’s ass. By the time he got home, he found he had a raging hardon.

He found the kids in the living room and Sasha finishing up dinner.

“Hello Stud.”

He grinned and didn’t get a word out as he was mobbed by two screaming children who leapt into his arms. He looked at Sasha, who was smiling warmly as she watched Tony with the kids. He carried them to the living room, sat on the floor and spent the next 30 minutes roughhousing with them. Sasha listened to the screams of glee and joy and took a deep contented breath. She finished putting dinner on the table and called them all to the table.

After dinner, Tany saw to getting the kids bathed and in bed. Sasha cleaned up the dinner and then came into the living room. She was sitting on the couch as Tony came down the stairs. He stopped before he got all the way down and looked in to just stare at her sitting on the couch focused on the TV. She was beautiful, and his cock began to twitch again just looking at her. He came downstairs and sat down easily in his recliner.

“How was your day?

“Like usual. Yours?”

Tony looked over at her.

“I have forgotten how hard this studying thing is. I don’t remember it being this tough.”

“You were a lot younger back then.”

“True.”

“Are you sure it’s going to be worth all the effort you are putting into this?”

Tony looked up at her. He looked into her eyes, and he was instantly transported back to the first time he had ever held her in his arms after they had made love in his old apartment just off the campus. She was still just as beautiful and still just as attractive to him.

“Oh Yeah. I’m damn sure.”