I breathed through it, concentrating on the feelings I was experiencing. I didn’t hate it, it was simply something new. Jake was trying out new things to see how I responded and how it worked for him. While he was in the business of making me submit to him, he also wanted to know what exactly turned me on. It was like he couldn’t believe that something as vanilla as him sticking his dick in me was enough to drive me wild, but I was still open and learning to appreciate what he saw in his games.
Three weeks into the experience, he collared me.
“You’re mine now. Do you understand what that means?” He asked.
“It means I submit to you completely. I trust you to care for me and give me pleasure.”
“And while you wear this collar, unless we agree otherwise, I am the only person who is to touch you. I am the only person who is allowed to make you come. You are not allowed to do that for yourself unless I give you permission, understand?”
“Yes,” I said, nodding as he put the collar around my neck. It was a bit much for me. I still wasn’t certain about what I thought. Wearing a collar didn’t appeal to me, although I did love most everything he was doing to me. I wasn’t sure that I was truly a submissive. I was playing the part though and Jake seemed to be enjoying it.
Any dreams I had of ever being in control had drifted further and further away. Through watching him and seeing what it was he liked to do to me, while I didn’t think I was as extreme as he was, I was coming to realize that I was very dominant. I wasn’t sure if I could ever be in the life and as committed as Jake was to the role, but maybe, at another time, with another person.
The weeks went by faster after that. I wasn’t sure if it was because we had fallen into a routine or gotten used to each other. Either way, I continued to learn the sub life and I was learning to like it in some ways. I liked that it opened me up to Jake in a way I had never been open before. It allowed me to trust him with everything. There was freedom and safety in the midst of me letting go and giving everything over to him. There was something almost soothing about not having to have the power anymore. For someone like me who had fought her whole life to be independent, take care of herself, and find what she needed on her own, the whole experience with Jake had been an eye opener.
Still, after all the time had passed, I didn’t know what he had gotten out of it.
“He got your virginity, that’s what,” I said to my reflection in the mirror the morning I was due to leave.
That morning we had sex one last time. This time it was different. I was the one who was in control. He didn’t fight me over it and seemed to enjoy the fact that after all of that submitting, I still wanted him enough that I would take him given the opportunity.
I licked his cock from root to tip, teasing him with my tongue for several minutes before I moved up to slide down on top of him. Feeling him enter me from this angle was exquisite. I rocked back and forth, bringing his hand to my clit and letting him rub me as I fucked him slowly, looking into his eyes all the while.
I didn’t know what I saw in there. They were a brilliant green and I had grown to love seeing them every day. They were such a contrast against his skin and the black hair that he kept pulled back into a short ponytail.
Balancing myself on his hips, I rode harder until I felt him jerking underneath me. He pressed my clit and brought me to orgasm at the same time so that the walls of my cunt were squeezing and draining every last drop from him.
“I’m going to miss that,” he said as I fell against his chest and rested there. I couldn’t imagine anywhere else I would rather be, but I didn’t dare say it. Jake hadn’t said anything that suggested he had any feelings for me and I didn’t want to be the first to say something so important.
I went downstairs wearing clothes after packing and taking my shower. That alone was weird. I had spent the majority of my time here at Jake’s completely naked. It almost felt uncomfortable to have clothes on, but it was quite a bit less drafty.
Jake was downstairs with breakfast ready in the kitchen. We ate together in virtual silence. I had no idea what to say. A lot had happened in the time I had spent here at his home, but I wasn’t sure what to make of it all yet. I needed time on my own to think about it and come down from this very weird high.
Jake carried my bags into the living room and stood there with me as we waited for the driver to arrive.
“I hope you had a nice time here,” he said.
I nodded, “I did, thanks.”
He almost looked nervous, which wasn’t a look I was familiar with on Jake Mesa.
“I wish we had a little more time to do things…I mean, I meant to take you to Las Vegas so you could see the club out there. You might not have guessed it, but I’m a real party guy.” He winked and I smiled.
“I could see that.”
“I wanted to show you so many other things, but I thought you would get the most out of this experience if you were here, in one place, learning what the life is all about.”
It was difficult to know what to say to him in this moment. Thanks for taking my virginity? I hope I didn’t disappoint you? I knew well enough I hadn’t disappointed him, but I wasn’t sure what I had accomplished over the past two months…if I had accomplished anything.
“Would you be interested in seeing each other again, for coffee or something?” He asked.
“For coffee?”
“Or…whatever you like.”
I was baffled by this. I had spent the last two months naked with this man and now he was asking me if I wanted to go get coffee sometime like we had just met on the street and barely knew each other.
I shrugged. “I guess if you’re in the neighborhood or something.”