"Be a good kitty and take it to Ruby."
I point at the red silk scarf on the carpet and wait patiently. Iselen stares at me cautiously, on all fours on the floor, she averts her eyes to look at the riding whip I'm holding in my hand, worried, but she finally nods and tilts her head to take the scarf between her lips. The pretty sub starts crawling, getting close to my girlfriend who's waiting sitting down on the couch on the other side of the dungeon, watching Iselen moving. I'm not worried about her knees getting hurt because the entire floor is covered with thick oriental carpets. I walk next to her, touching her bare back with the tip of my whip, going down towards her buttock... I can feel her hesitating but she doesn't stop and keeps crawling.
"Good girl," I whisper quietly while she lets the scarf drop on Ruby's lap and she strokes Iselen's hair like she's a real kitty.
It was more difficult than I thought. I'm used to be treated as an expert Dom, admired and envied by the club members, and I guess it went to my head these past years. Iselen has been a lesson in humility for me, arrogant Bluma Ahren was almost defeated... It was hard to get her to relax enough to be able to have a simple orgasm while I was fucking her, it was one of the biggest challenges of my life. A bit of kinky sex, that's all, but it forced me to remain focused and controlled like it was a technical bondage session, even if it was amazing and worth it, no doubt. Iselen is a quite a challenge...
We've hardly done anything "BDSM" since last night: the clamps, a dildo, my whip brushing over her skin but never hitting her actually... Extreme practices are ruled out but normal ones too, at least till I know where I really stand. When she decided to give up and kneel down at my feet, the impassive Dom vanished and suddenly it was easier for me to read the thoughts crossing her mind in her face and eyes: doubt, fear, concern, anxiety... Everything was very clear in front of my eyes. I knew she'd run out of my house if I dared to push her out of her comfort zone rudely and we wouldn't see her again, that was for sure. I'd rather be overly cautious right now, earning her trust little by little before moving a step forward.
As a therapist and a Dom, I can say that Iselen is one of the most hurt creatures I've ever met and the depth of her trauma makes me feel overwhelmed. Taking a glimpse into her mind feels like leaning over the edge of a dark and deep pit, I can't help shuddering even if I still don't know what's inside. Monsters, nightmares, pain, tears, rage and sorrow... I can sense all that, but she refuses to open her mind and soul for me. It doesn't mean I'll give up, of course, quite the opposite. I'll do whatever necessary to know her better, help her, heal and protect her. She's mine now, my sub... and no evil will touch her ever again.
It felt so good when she melted in my hands last night, her skin blushing and body twisting before collapsing on top of Ruby. I was ecstatic, prouder of my skills, happy because I was hugging her in my bed finally. The poor girl was exhausted and slept all night long lying between our bodies, trustingly, she barely moved under the blankets. Next morning, I got up to bring breakfast on a tray and, when I came back, they both were awake, hugging each other with their heads leaned on the pillows, whispering and laughing about something... The two beautiful women looked perfect in my bed and I felt that my heart skipped a beat. As a cardiologist, I know what it means: extrasystole. I felt them before when looking at Ruby but it seems that Iselen is capable of messing with the electrical pulses and steady pace of my heart too.
It was easy for me to see the fear in her face when I showed her the dungeon full of BDSM equipment, everything a Dom could wish and top quality, only it's not in the basement but in a gorgeous room, well lit, warm and decorated with comfortable couches and armchairs, in addition to pulleys on the ceiling, cabinets to store my toys and a X-cross in a corner. She didn't like that one, it was pretty obvious, she didn't even get close to it while I remained standing near the door, with my shoulder leaned on the wall and my arms crossed over my chest, and she wandered around the room freely to take a look. I promised not to put pressure on her and I'm determined to keep my word. I told her that we didn't have to play in that room but she decided to stay despite looking nervous.
