The Domme Diaries: Three Stories, Four Dominant Women
Smashwords edition
Copyright 2012 by Toby Graham
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, business, characters and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is coincidental.
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Julie's Kinky Secret
“You're going to have to trust me,” Julie said, twirling the small bottle of pills in her hand. The way she was reclined in her chair gave Steve a very good view down the skirt she was wearing. There was no way that was unintentional.
“It isn't about trust,” Steve said, shifting uncomfortably in his seat on the couch. He looked over at the half-empty bottle of wine on the table, wondering if they'd even be having this conversation if he were fully sober. He hadn't had much, though, so he knew he couldn't blame the drink for anything that might go wrong with the evening. “You're talking about something I've never tried before, here.”
“So, what? You're never going to try anything new?” Julie said, egging him on. Her tone was sinister, but that smile said she just loved giving Steve shit. “What if I wanted to go bungee jumping tomorrow? Or scuba dive? Or take up rock climbing?”
“We're not talking about some active hobby, here,” Steve said. “This is our second date. You're aiming to knock me out with whatever the hell you have in that bottle. You're going to give me a drug and I'm going to wake up who knows how long later –”
“One hour,” Julie said, pointedly. “You're going to wake up one hour later. Practically on the dot. It's completely safe, there are no side effects and you'll wake up fully coherent.” She shook the bottle to punctuate each statement. Its rattle echoed slightly off the apartment walls.
Steve looked cautiously at the bottle. He was obviously considering it. Julie just needed to push him a little bit further.
“I've done this before,” she said. “I've supervised other people who took it, and I've taken it myself. I seem plenty coherent, don't I?”
“Of course.”
“Right. So it's not like I'm just going to be handing you a pill and saying, 'take this, I have no idea what it does.' I know what I'm doing. Like I said, you just have to trust me.”
Steve leaned forward in his seat. “Go over it again. What happens?”
Julie leaned forward, too. “It's terribly simple,” she said. “You take the pill. Three minutes or so later, you're out cold. You wake up one hour later, give or take a few minutes – two, tops. Whatever situation you're in when you wake up is just something you're going to have to deal with.”
Julie's smile grew even larger. “That's where the trust comes in.”
The prospect of Julie being completely in control seemed oddly exotic to Steve, and that – plus the way she was looking at him, those eyes declaring she had something wild in store – led him to finally relent.
“Fine,” he said. “I'm in.”
“Maybe you will be, maybe you won't,” Julie quipped with a smirk. She opened the pill bottle and took one out, tossing it over to Steve. He caught it with one hand and, without so much as a second thought, swept it directly into his mouth and swallowed.
“Wow, guess I shouldn't have pegged you for someone unadventurous,” she said. “You've got a minute or two before you drop. Anything you want to know before then?”
“What are you planning to do once I'm out?”
“Well, that's the one thing I can't tell you,” Julie said, smiling. “That's a secret. Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough.”
Steve looked down at his hands, trying to figure out if maybe the pill was already taking effect. He didn't notice anything.
“When does this start kicking in?” he said.
He wasn't awake to hear her answer.
Steve felt as if he came out of the blackness just as quickly as he entered it, and at first he thought maybe the pills didn't have the effect Julie was looking for. Opening his eyes, however, he saw that he was now in Julie's bedroom. This was actually of some relief to him, as he was afraid of waking up someplace entirely unfamiliar. He went to sigh, and that's when he noticed the gag firmly strapped into his mouth. All that came out was a muffled grunt.
Consternation crossed Steve's face, and he reached to feel what might be in his mouth. That's when he noticed his hands were firmly spread and strapped into place on the headboard. He pulled hard against the straps, grunting in surprise through the gag as he flexed as best he could. There was no give. Looking down, he realized the dress shirt he was wearing to start the date had been torn open, revealing his chiseled physique. His pants were gone, leaving only his black boxers.
He did notice his legs weren't tied to anything, so he figured at least he had that going for him.
That didn't do much to assuage his fear, though, and he struggled heartily, letting muffled vulgarities out through the gag and twisting his arms to try and loosen the straps. It felt as if the headboard more more likely to come undone than the straps – they were that well tied. He looked left and right, investigating his bonds for any sort of weakness.
So intent was he on doing this that he didn't even notice Julie enter the room.
Once he had, though, he was glad he did. She had used the hour he was out to dress in something even more considerably revealing than the low-top blouse and short skirt she was wearing before. Her legs were bare and, even without the added benefit of heels, seemed to never end. Her top was a thin mesh, the sort of lingerie you picked up at a store you hoped none of your friends saw you entering. All she had on under that thin mesh was a pair of plain, white panties. As an ensemble, the piece gave her the look of a woman who not only knew exactly what she wanted but was entirely sure about how she was going to take it.
“Oh, good, you're awake,” she said as Steve could do nothing more than stare. “Right on time. Sorry I'm a bit late into the room; I was just freshening up.”
She looked down at her outfit, then held her arms out expectantly. “Well? What do you think? I like it, personally.”
Steve didn't even bother mumbling anything through the gag, but his growing erection said everything he didn't or couldn't. Julie noticed it and smiled.
“Ah, I see you're a fan as well,” she said. “That's good.”
She walked over to the bed and tugged at the straps holding Steve in place, testing their security. Even from her vantage, she couldn't budge them.
“Oh, excellent, these haven't loosened a bit. You really aren't going anywhere,” she said, leaning in, her face only inches from his.
He looked into her eyes longingly. He had never known he was even into this sort of thing, but the combination of it all – the helplessness, the vulnerability, the lack of control, the way Julie was looking at him and the way she was dressed, the way she smelled when she leaned in – was more than enough to send him spiraling into lust and desire. His breathing deepened, his face grew red, his cock more firm than he could bear. It struggled powerfully against the fabric of his boxers, pushing against them and forming a massive tent over his crotch. Julie eyed it, even leaning down slightly as if she might grant him some pleasure already, but quickly stood upright again as he tried to shift into position.
“Oh, no no no,” she said. “You're not getting off for a good, long while.”
Steve grunted through the gag, struggling slightly against the straps. Julie laughed.
“This is the agreement we came to,” she said. “You gave me one hour to do anything I wanted with you, put you in any situation I desired, and this is what you got. You're not in pain, you're not going to get hurt … much … and you're in no danger, so why don't you just settle back and enjoy whatever's about to happen to you? It's not like you could do anything about it, anyway.”