Dominating Iris

The Black Room

Inside the Black Room, Morris led her to a softly lighted mirror on the wall near a wooden contraption Iris couldn't make out. It looked like a giant crab topped with a red velvet seat at its center while all other parts were cushioned and covered in fake fur. The rest of the room sat in creepy darkness. While her curiosity grew, so did her arousal.

"Stand in front of that mirror and take off your clothes." His voice boomed in the empty room.

Iris did as ordered. She stood before the mirror and pulled her dress down from the shoulders and wiggled until it dropped at her feet. She had no undergarments to peel off. She bent down to pick up the dress but Morris prevented her and grabbed her by the waist.

"Leave it there." Morris said as he stood behind her. He started caressing her arm in long, light strokes, she quivered. "You must learn a few rules about dom-sub relationships... avoid eye-contact, keep your eyes down at all times and do not speak without permission. Address me as 'sir' for the duration of this session, do you understand?"

"Y—yes, sir... I understand." Her ex-husband wielded similar control over her. She needed his approval on every move she made, even with her choice of friends— that's why her marriage didn't work— he wanted control, she wanted freedom.

This tryst with Morris felt different. It didn't lock her in a serious relationship or marriage. She committed to nothing but pleasure. The burning heat in her loins told her she enjoyed submitting to sexual control— like what Alex did to her a few times— and would make a good submissive under a dominant like Morris. She was determined to do whatever he asked to please him.

She kept her gaze down while his finger traced an imaginary road on her naked skin, from her shoulders and neck, her belly and breasts, to her buttocks, and finally to the wetland between her thighs. Every touch intensified her desire for him.

"I repeat. If I do something that you wouldn't allow me to do, just say the safe word— "red" and I will stop— and this session ends." He stared at her waiting for response.

"I understand... sir."

Then Morris reached for the string hanging down her thighs connected to the ball inside her. While stroking her, he tugged at the string. She shuddered. Again, he tugged harder until the ball came out, and showed her the wet toy on his hand.

Iris felt like a part of her came out with the ball. The area where the ball lodged suddenly felt empty and longed to be filled again.

"You want more, don't you?" Morris said.

"Yes, sir... I want more." Iris couldn't believe that she'd been sex-starved for years.

She had shelved the idea of getting pleasure from sex mainly because she wasn't ready for another relationship.

But a relationship wasn't necessary after all. This is sex for pleasure, and she liked what Morris was doing to her.

Morris pulled her arm to her back. It straightened her posture and pushed out her chest. "Keep your hands clasped on your back, eyes down— that's the proper way of presenting yourself to your dom or an audience that your dom decides to have when he wants to show you off."

"Sh-show me off to an audience?" She bit her lip for speaking out of turn. "I— I'm sorry, s—sir... I spoke without permission."

"Just say the safe word if you disagree. Just say it if you want this to be over," Morris reprimanded her like a child.

"A sub must surrender her trust. Safe words shouldn't be necessary at all. Do you trust me, Iris?"

Red! Her mind screamed, but her flesh wanted it. "Y—yes, sir, I trust you completely."