Quarantine Pet - His Pet

“Aww, that’s so sweet,” I smiled. “Tomorrow night then.”

“Yes. Good night.”

“Good night.”

We now had some kind of date planned. Perhaps it wasn’t the open conversation I wanted, but at least he seemed to be coming clean about who he really was. Jack was a complex sexual creature, and I was probably too. He was an explorer in the sexual realm, and he would take me to new heights of pleasure.

I called back Bella.

“Progress,” I reported. “We have a play date tomorrow night.”

“Ooo, play date,” she said. “Sounds interesting. What are you playing?”

“Well, I discovered Jack’s secret sex dungeon,” I revealed.

“What? Get the fuck out of here!” Isabella squealed. “That sounds so badass! Is it full of whips and chains?”

“More chains, fewer whips,” I reported.

“Oh, he is kinky as fuck!” she laughed. “You’re gonna have a great time.”

“I’m feeling a little nervous about it actually,” I confessed. “What the etiquette of this stuff? Like, is there something I should or should not do in these circumstances?”

“No, I would say, go with the flow and whatever you’re comfortable with. Don’t immediately give in if he wants to shove some giant fake Whale wiener in your face. Stand and deliver.”

“Whale what?” I asked.

“Never mind. Just stick to your guns. And if I see that little shit. He won’t get a moment’s peace in this town.”

“Wait, slow down. We’re not even dating yet.”

“Sounds like you got a date tomorrow,” pointed out Bella. “Don’t let that go to waste. When you got a fish on the hook, get the net, and get him in the boat.”

Chapter Eleven – Sandra

All day, Jack had me on edge but in a good way. I was brimming with anticipation now, knowing soon that I would explore the unique passions of his lifestyle. During the workday, he dropped what I saw as subtle hints to what was to come.

“Hey, Sandra,” he said at one point. “Can you process these files for me, or are you tied up?”

“I’m not sure. I have a lot of work already on my plate.”

“Oh, then you sound tied up.”

“I’m sure I can make room for these files,” I replied, with a smile.

“Then you will definitely be tied up,” he added, “with this extra work.”

“It’s no work at all, Jack,” I smiled.

Other than that, it was all business. We went over the merger and the complicated contract. When on camera for our Zoom meetings, it was all very professional. The moment it was off, we would start dropping our innuendos.

“What about this clause of the contract, Jack?” I asked. “Are we bound to it?”

“Not sure. How do you feel about being bound?”

“I rather like the idea.”

“It might be constraining. Doesn’t give you a lot of wiggle room, but I could make it happen.”

“I put my trust in you.”

“You will have to, Sandra,” he responded. “That’s part of the deal.”

We didn’t talk about the lifestyle or what we’d be up to after work, but we talked around it. It was like tiptoeing in a minefield. One slip of the tongue, and it could ruin the game or make things awkward. Certainly, if my cousins heard us, they would become very suspicious about our behavior.

That night, Jack made dinner. It was a beef Wellington with asparagus on the side. I was kind of shocked he had the time, but he kept slipping into the kitchen now and again to work on it. In the end, he removed the sizeable bread-like item from the oven, then sliced it open, revealing the tender beef tenderloin inside.

“Do you understand what it means to be a submissive?” he asked, as we sat at the table. “It’s kind of a specific thing.”

“Well, I understand it means patience and obedience,” I replied. “I’ve always enjoyed taking instructions from a strong, male figure.”

“That’s good. I enjoy the dominance,” he confessed. “But you realize that in some respects the submissive sets the pace. So, who is really in charge at the end of the day? Sometimes you get lost in it. Sometimes, it’s impossible to tell.”

“So, you’re saying the submissive has just as much responsibility as the dominant?” I asked.

“Yes, that’s what a good relationship is,” he explained. “It’s teamwork, even if the power balance isn’t equal on the surface. I find these sorts of relationships more…complicated to explore.”

“It fascinates me,” I said, looking off into the distance. “I’ve been thinking about it for days. Ever since you showed me…the ropes.”

“What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever tried in the bedroom?” he asked.

“Hmmm, I suppose, before I met you, nothing,” I blushed. “I’m a virgin.”

Jack’s eyes widened. He smiled coyly. “That’s what it is,” he exclaimed. “I knew there was something different about you. We’ll take this one step at a time, beginning with something easy. We’ll start with a good spanking.”

“That sounds great,” I replied. “I mean, of course, sir.”