It occurs to me now that Giovanni never said she couldn't touchme. Only the other way around.
Oh, he will hate that. It means blow jobs are most certainly on the table without a rule renegotiation.
The eighth drawer contains a riding crop identical to mine. She lifts it, testing its weight against her palm. Then, her eyes lift up. They look right at me. Right into the camera. She knows it’s there. She knows I'm watching.
Has known the whole time?
And there. There it is—a smirk. Barely perceptible, but definitely a smirk.
She places the crop on top of the collar.
She’s fucking with me. Which is infuriating.
But she’s alsothinkingabout me. Which makes me pump my cock faster.
The wooden paddle sits in the ninth drawer. The silk rope in the tenth. The eleventh, a blindfold.
She chooses none of them. But pauses after closing the drawer holding the blindfold. Her gaze wanders up to her pile, like she’s imagining her own punishment before it happens.
She’s done this before, I realize. This isn’t her first time as a sub.
Giovanni mentioned she came out of a difficult relationship, so whoever this Dom was, he was probably an amateur. Violence and anger have no place in this lifestyle. It’s challenging enough with absolute trust. And there’s no way to build trust when consequences aren’t meant to build the slave up, but tear them down.
Emmaleen understands the assignment.
She’s building herself a scene.
She moves on. The twelfth drawer holds a ball gag. Emmaleen immediately closes this one, barely looking at it.
Hmm. That was a weapon in her last relationship. That Dom gagged her. Excessively, if her reaction is any indication.
The ball gag is more psychological than painful. Controlling the mouth—any kind of gagging, be it with a cock or a ball—is fundamentally stressful. It’s airway constriction. It demands silence. There’s no way to communicate.
It also signals ownership—your breath is mine, your throat is mine—and must be properly set up in the sub’s mind before use if the Dom wants to avoid this kind of reaction to the gag in the future.
Pooling saliva leads to drooling, which leads to humiliation.
Swallowing, something that happens without thought in normal circumstances, becomes very difficult.
The power dynamic is immediate and absolute.
Especially since the sub is typically bound during use.
New subs can go short periods of time with a gag in their mouth, but every girl has a specific limit on that time before instinct takes over and panic sets in. It’s the master's job to mitigate this type of reaction—to avoid it altogether is the goal.
But new Doms always fuck this up. Paradoxically, new Doms—especially if they are prone to anger and violence—tend to like the ball gag. It’s the ultimate control without having to touch the girl.
It's interesting that Emmaleen didn’t react this way to the collar and cuffs. She chose those tools, which means she finds them pleasurable.
I want to think about that some more, but Emmaleen is now picking up a horsehair whip. A small smile plays across her lips.
Is she remembering something?
Does this mean that there were good times with her last Dom?
Or is she simply picturing Giovanni using this whip on her?
It’s a tool of pleasure more than punishment. And the fact that she knows this is interesting in, and of, itself.