A Masochist's Adventures in Wonderland
Chapter 10
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I woke up the next morning, struggled out of my blankets to clear my head, and picked up my phone from the bedside table to turn off my alarm.
The very first notification on the home screen was from Ash.
Good morning, sweetheart. Today you’re going to get a phone call from another dominant. I want you to talk to someone other than me about what is going on between us.
I frowned at the screen trying to figure this out. I didn’t know any other dominants.
I really didn’t want to talk to a total stranger about what was going on between me and Ash, but if he thought it was important, it must be.
So I just texted back, Yes, Sir.
I got up and started my morning routine to get ready for work. I took a shower, got dressed, did my hair and makeup, and checked my sidearm before I drove into town to meet up with Riley.
I kept glancing at my phone every few minutes to see if I missed a call from the mystery dominant. Who was he? What would he be like?
He probably wanted to interrogate me about my experience in the BDSM world and maybe question my motives for getting involved with Ash.
Maybe this mystery dominant was some kind of mentor or big brother figure to Ash or maybe Ash had to answer to someone else.
I fought the urge to text Ash and ask a billion questions about who the guy was, why Ash wanted me to talk to some stranger about our relationship, and what I should expect from the phone call.
I did manage to control myself well enough not to ask. I was supposed to be under Ash’s orders even when we weren’t together.
What could go wrong from a simple phone call? It wasn’t like this guy could actually hurt me or anything.
He wasn’t my dominant, anyway. I kept up my reading and research after Ash accepted me as his submissive.
I knew by now that I didn’t have to submit to any other man or even any other dominant. If this guy had any qualifications as a dominant at all, he should know this as well as I did.
I couldn’t help but burn up with curiosity about who he was and what he wanted to talk to me about. I didn’t even know if he wanted to talk to me. Maybe this was all Ash’s idea.
He did say once that I should talk to someone other than him about my journey. Maybe this had something to do with that.
I really wanted to ask what Ash told this guy about me. Did the guy know I was a newbie straight off the rack and that I never submitted to anyone before Ash?
Did Ash describe in lurid detail all the things we did during our sessions together? This guy might know as much about my relationship with Ash as Ash himself.
That idea didn’t bother me as much as it should have. If this guy was some kind of mentor or supervisor to Ash, then the guy would need to know all of that.
It actually made me feel better that Ash and I weren’t operating in a vacuum. I wouldn’t know without coming straight out and asking if Ash actually answered to this guy.
It did seem like a good thing, though, if that was what was happening. At least one other person knew what was going on between us.
The guy didn’t call. I must have checked my phone a thousand times in one day. I didn’t miss his call. He didn’t call at all.
I finally left work and went home. How long should I wait?
I would normally relax on the couch, watch some TV, read a book, surf the internet, or review my case files during my off-hours.
I couldn’t concentrate well enough to do any of that. I didn’t want to get caught off guard when this phone call actually happened.
I paced around the living room counting down the seconds until the guy called, but he still didn’t call.
I finally gave up and went to bed. Some of us had to get up for work tomorrow morning. I couldn’t wait around anymore.
I went into my room, changed into my pajamas, checked my phone one more time just to make sure my alarm was set to go off at the right time, and crawled under the covers.
I was just getting cozy when the phone rang. I jumped out of my skin and then scrambled to pick up my phone.
My stomach flipped when I read the screen. Unknown number.
I answered it and held the phone to my ear with trembling hands. “Hello?”
A deep, rumbling voice answered from the other end. The guy had a strange accent. “Am I speaking with Lucy?”
“Um…..” I stammered. “Yes, Sir.”
He laughed. “You don’t have to call me that, my dear. My name is Graham. You can call me by my name.”
My brain took a second to switch gears so I could identify his accent. He was Irish. That explained the name.
I fumbled for the right thing to say to him, but the only thing that came out of my mouth was, “Um…..yes, Sir.”
“Never mind. I understand Ash Keiff has accepted you as his submissive. He has asked me to ring you and speak to you about your dynamic.”
“Um…..yes, Sir.” God, I sounded like an idiot.
Something about the guy’s voice had an even more hypnotic effect on me than Ash’s voice usually did.
Graham’s voice was lower than Ash’s and more resonant. Did all these guys go through some kind of dominant vocal training to make their voices as intimidating and suggestive as possible?
Graham’s voice had a way of numbing my mind just as Ash’s did, but Graham’s cut with a harsher edge. I could definitely picture this guy being a serious sadist when he wanted to be one.
For some reason, the harsh quality of his deep voice was the one thing that made it so seductive. Whatever harsh, sadistic things he did to his submissives must have been unbelievably erotic.
For the first time, just from hearing this guy’s voice, the idea of someone doing something harsh, sadistic, and brutal to me actually started to turn me on.
Ash never talked to me like this. He kept his sadistic side completely hidden from me.
This man on the other end of this phone—he never did or said anything sadistic to me, either.
He acted perfectly cordial and polite—and yet his voice suggested so many wicked, dark, forbidden things—things I would have run from just a few weeks ago.
“So what is it you’re hoping to find and learn by being in a dynamic with Ash?” he asked.
“Um….you know….just….Sir…..I guess I need to explore my masochistic side or…..you know….maybe find out if I even have any masochistic side…..Ash is my first dominant….so I’m just learning…..”
I broke off before I made an even bigger fool of myself than I already was.
“Does the idea of Ash restraining you and using your body arouse you?” he asked.
I felt his voice having the same intoxicating effect on me. His voice put me into another state—a state of suggestibility where every word acted on my mind.
“Yes, Sir!” I squeaked.
“Do you get aroused by the idea of him doing whatever he wants to you, even if he does something you’ve never tried before?”
My pulse quickened. Was he doing this on purpose? I had to gasp for breath just to rasp out, “Yes, Sir!”
“Do you get aroused thinking about him laying his hands on you….or using implements on you……and imprinting his dominance into you where you can feel it branded into your flesh?”
“Yes, Sir!” Did I say those words out loud or was I panting too hard?
“You feel that, don’t you?” His voice deepened. He dragged out every word in a low, sultry, rumbling vibration. “You feel his hands getting heavier…..striking harder……the warmth of his touch turns to thuds and then to stings……You scream from the intensity of that sensation……and the pain turns to pleasure…..Everything he does to you makes you want to orgasm…..doesn’t it?”
I moaned instead of answering.
“Do you feel him striking you with any tool he wishes?”
“Yes!” I practically screamed.
His voice transported me back to Ash’s apartment. I really felt him striking me with his flogger, but this time, he hit much harder.
The strikes hurt—but the intensity of that pain turned me on beyond anything I could have imagined—because Ash was the one who did it.
That was the moment when I realized. I really didn’t care if he did something to hurt me. Anything he did would turn me on.
The simple fact that he gave me his attention enough to strike me—it would turn me on. Screaming because he hurt me felt like screaming from having an orgasm.
Graham’s voice did something else to me, too. It actually made me want Ash to do something as harsh as that.
Ash always conducted himself as the perfect gentleman—with me, at least. What would it take to get him to release that part of himself? That would be something to see.
I wanted him to. I wanted him to stamp his presence into my body—the harder the better.
I became distantly aware of the silence on the other end of the phone. I got so absorbed in thinking about the picture in my mind that I didn’t realize until too late that Graham wasn’t talking to me anymore.
I swallowed hard and took a few more shuddering breaths. I had to pull my head out of the clouds to get through the rest of this conversation.
“Tell me,” he went on after a minute. “Tell me what you feel when you kneel at his feet and you feel him standing over you.”
I clamped my eyes shut holding back a tide of emotion and arousal. He couldn’t have come up with another subject better designed to make me crumble into a puddle of desire.
“I feel….” I faltered again.
“Take your time, my dear,” he murmured. “There is no right or wrong answer.”
“I feel……Sir……um……”
What did I feel when I knelt at Ash’s feet? It took me a long time even to decide what to say.
“I feel…small…..and weak…..and vulnerable…..and scared…..”
“And yet you kneel,” he pointed out. “You kneel willingly.”
“Yes!” My voice cracked. I wanted to cry.
That feeling of being small and weak and scared in front of Ash—there was nowhere else in the world I would rather be.
“Do you feel safe when you kneel before him?”
Tears sprang to my eyes and my throat seized up. “Yes! I feel safe.”
“That is all I really need to know, my dear Lucy. Thank you for a delightful conversation. I’m sure you’ll make an excellent submissive for Ash—which I’m sure is the reason he took you on. I hope you have a pleasant evening. Sleep well. Good night.”
He hung up without waiting for me to say anything else.
I curled over in a ball under the covers and buried my face in the pillow. I choked back a wave of anguish thinking about kneeling at Ash’s feet.
Kneeling like that made me tremble in fear of what he would do to me, but that was nothing compared to the fear of losing him—or displeasing him.
All mixed up in that fear was the rock-solid certainty that he would never hurt me. He might make me feel pain, but he would never genuinely hurt me—not really.
I would never find anyone better to explore this world with. My instincts were right about him. I made the right choice by submitting to him instead of someone else.
All these feelings wouldn’t subside, so I pushed myself up on my elbow, opened the drawer of my bedside table, and took out my vibrator.
I crawled back under the covers, shut my eyes in the dark, and let the vibrations spread through me as my arousal built to an explosive climax.
I was back there…..back in the office leaning against the window with my arms above my head and my eyes closed……
This time, he walked around and around my naked body whipping me with something much harder and much more painful than his black flogger.
That pain spiraled into mind-blowing pleasure until I orgasmed thinking about him marking my body as his own. He drove his presence into my flesh where it would never, ever go away.
End of Chapter 10.
