All the President's Men 1: Derek's Darling Damsel

Derek was planning the afternoon, even though they had had a huge breakfast a few hours ago. He was going to feed her again and then they were going to spend some quality time in the playroom.

He knew Dottie had some reservations about the lifestyle and that this was a big step, but he felt that she was ready. He wanted to finish what he had started last night. She had dared him, and he never…never passed up a dare. He couldn’t wait to see her face after her fourth or fifth forced orgasm. He wondered how many he could get out of her before she gave in.

Dottie was thinking about her life and how different it would have been if she had done what her parents wanted her to do. The boy they had wanted her to marry wasn’t that bad, he just wasn’t someone she was interested in. She had dated him several times and they even “went steady” while she was in school.

But she wanted more out of her life. She wanted to see beyond her small town. She wanted to travel. Her parents had never understood her need to go out and see the world. They were content to stay in their little box and not venture forth.

“It’s too dangerous for a girl all on her own,” they told her. “You’ll never make it and you’ll come crawling back to us, crying,” her father said.

The boy she had been dating had looked sadly at her when she told him she was going away to college, but he understood and they had remained friends for several years after she left. The few times she had gone home, he was always there to see her and they still had fun together.

While Dottie and Derek had been lost in their thought, the horses had taken them home. Coming out of their collective thoughts, they realized they were not only home, but still holding hands.

Derek slipped off his horse first, then helped Dottie down, sliding her against his body all the way. “Let’s rub the horses down, and then I’ll find us some lunch. Then we play,” he told her, pulling her to her toes for a kiss.

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After they finished eating, Derek took her hand and started to lead her to his dungeon. “Derek, I’d really like a shower before we…” She left the thought open.

“Honey, I’ll take care of all of it, just follow me,” he said, not letting go of her hand and pulling her along behind him.

Trust, this was all about trust and Dottie knew whatever Derek had planned, it would be fun. Following him down the stairs, she felt the trepidation build. Could she do this? Was she really going to let him tie her up and beat her? She really had to stop thinking of it that way. It was punishment and restraint. Totally different from tying up and beating, she tried to tell her brain. Somehow she didn’t think she’d ever be able to make the distinction.

Safe words. She needed to ask Derek before anything happened, what her safe word was, and she needed to remember that she could stop everything with that word. She had the control. She said when she needed to stop. Would he really stop if she used a safe word? How would she find out without trying it? She had so many questions and no one to ask. What had she gotten herself into?

They were now standing in front of a door in his basement. She assumed it was to his dungeon. Derek was looking at her like he had just said something she needed to respond to. Smiling, she looked at him innocently.

“I don’t know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, but you need to come back to me. Your focus for the afternoon is me and me only, got it?”

She smiled and nodded again. No way she was telling him what she had been thinking about.

“Dottie, I asked you to strip, let’s get going.” He stood towering over her, his hand crossed over his chest, every bit the impatient male.

Trepidation still building, Dottie quickly removed her clothes and stood there, not sure what to do next.

Derek keyed a code in the pad next to the door and led her into the semi-dark room. Looking around, it was hard to see the walls and corners of the room, the only light being in the middle, the rest of the room in shadows.

Dottie strained her eyes, trying to see what was hiding. Wondering what was in the room and what he was going to do to her.

Taking her by the hand, he led her to a normal-looking sofa, and sitting down, pulled her into his lap. “Relax, nothing’s going to jump out at you. There’s nothing hiding in the corners.” He pulled a remote out of his pocket and slowly turned the lights up until the entire room was lit.

Standing, with her held close to him, he walke

d her to the wall directly in front of them. “This wall is where I will restrain you. See the hooks and eyes for the restraints?” he said, showing her the various heights at which they had been placed. “I can restrain you in a variety of positions, using a variety of restraints.”

Taking her hand, he pulled her further down the wall. “These are the things that I could use to restrain you,” he said, showing her various scarves, ropes, belts, cuffs, and chains. “Feel them and notice how different each one feels against your skin.” He showed her how the leather cuffs were lined with fur and that the chains attached to them so that they did not touch her skin.

Taking four of the leather cuffs and carrying them with him, he walked her further into the room to the back wall. “This is a St. Andrew’s Cross. This is where we will play today.” As she looked at the cross, he knelt down behind her and fastened one set of the leather cuffs to her ankles.

Turning her to face him, he slowly backed her up to the cross. “For our first session of play, I will have you facing me and I won’t blindfold you. We’ll save that for later,” he said as he knelt down to fasten her legs to the cross, gently spreading them wide.

Once he had her legs positioned where he wanted them, he took the other set of cuffs and fastened them around her wrists. Then he put a belt around her waist so she couldn’t arch away from the cross and fastened her wrists to her waist belt so that her arms were straight at her sides. He had seen women restrained with their arms above their head, but he frequently liked to keep the arms at the side. It wasn’t as tiring for the woman and her shoulders didn’t get sore. There were some situations where the arms above the head were beneficial, but it wasn’t always necessary, and with the arms down, he could play longer without worrying about unnecessary pain or stiffness.

“Now, I believe a dare was issued last night. If I remember correctly, there was something about me forcing orgasms and the number of times I could make you come. I think we’ll start with five and increase if from there if we need to.”

“Oh, God, you wouldn’t.” Dottie didn’t know what a forced orgasm was, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to find out.

“Yes, I would,” he said with a wicked grin.