The Beginning of Two

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The Beginning of Two

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D.J. was smiling for the first time in as long as he could remember. A real smile, not one he faked for a photo, but he was truly happy. He felt lighter, the weight of burden no longer on his shoulders. In the past year, he had experienced many changes in his life - deaths, separation, divorce, moving to a new city, living on his own for the first time ever. He had gone from high school, to roommates in college to moving in with his girlfriend and later his wife and never experienced the mix of loneliness and freedom that he felt in his new home in this new town.

Having never really been much of a "night out guy," D.J. was having troubles making friends in his new hometown, most of them he'd met through online forums and nobody had quite "clicked." He had met some friends through work but life experience told him to keep them slightly at bay because work situations changed and friendships were always harmed in the process.

The only true friend D.J. had was his dog. Always happy to see him. Always ready to hang out and watch Netflix.

Today was just another Wednesday. D.J. had become set in his pattern already, and in an attempt to make it easier to meet the new woman of his dreams, he hit the gym bright and early. He had been an athlete in high school, but years of marriage and a desk job had made him soft and pudgy. But the past few months, he'd dropped a bunch of his belly and started to feel good enough that he didn't rush to pull his shirt down when he pulled off his hoodie and the shirt came with it. Heck, he'd probably even hit the pool on his next business trip and swim without a shirt for the first time in 20 years. He looked good and he knew it.

Sure, at 42, he was showing age in his graying hair but he wasn't going to cover them up. They were like scars, there was a good story behind each one.

After the gym and another normal day at work, D.J. headed to Whole Foods on his way home. He knew he shouldn't shop with an empty somach, but the fridge was empty and he'd get a salad for dinner to prevent snacking.

At the salad bar, he caught a streak of red hair in the reflection of the sneeze gaurd. Redheads always caught his attention, so he turned instintively, and locked eyes very briefly with a beautiful woman in business attire. There was something about the intensity of her cat-like green eyes that made him look away, but he looked up with his head down and was mortified to see her appraching.

D.J. was painfully shy with women unless he could get to know them first online. She walked over and boldly picked his head up by touching his chin. "Hi there. I couldn't help but notice you staring at me. What's your name?"

D.J. stammered, "I...I...I...m sorry I stared. M...mm...mm...my name is D.J."

"I suppose I should make all the normal small talk. Hello D.J. Nice to meet you. I'm Kelly. Nice weather we're having. Blah blah blah. Small talk over. Where are you taking me to dinner?"

His hands were shaking from nerves, but Kelly had just done the hard part. He didn't have to ask, she wanted to go to dinner already. He just had to say where. What would be nice enough for a woman this sophisticated-looking and beautiful? Think. Think dammit.

"Well, what do you feel like?" D.J. punted. His inner monologue shamed him for not being assertive enough.

"Play your cards right and you might find out." Kelly winked.

Hoping it wasn't outloud, D.J. said to himself, "Wow... she's amazing."

"Yes, I am. We're going to sushi. I know just the place. Leave your basket, you can shop later. I'm hungry now. Never shop hungry. I'll drive."

She turned and headed for the door, and D.J. took a half step to enjoy the sway of her hips as she walked. She wore high heels that convinced him that she hardly ever had to stand up or walk at work. Her red hair curled down to the middle of her back in waves. Every stride exuded confidence, which he admired right away.

He had never met a woman so bold and confident, yet friendly and not perfect by any stretch. This was no swimsuit model. She had ample curves, but without those heels was probably only about 5'1" and she had a pleasant layer of softness. Maybe some would consider her overweight, but he thought she looked perfect.

Truth was, he didn't like sushi, but he wasn't going to say anything and blow this. She stopped at a bright red VW Beetle. D.J. said, "Which place would you like to go? I'll meet you there."

"Just get in. We can come back and get your car later."

D.J. did his best to enjoy the sushi, despite not typically liking fishy tastes. At least he was proficient in chop sticks so he didn't look like a complete tool. When she asked why he wasn't eating much, he had a built-in excuse, "I'm on a bit of a post-divorce diet."

"Me too," Kelly stated. "Although mine is more of a post-divorce eat-everything-in-my-path diet. Stress eating. I've gained about 20 pounds, but I feel better than ever. How long have you been divorced?"

"Six months. You?"

"Two months, but we were separated for over two years beforehand. We're still friends, but he couldn't handle my success and really wanted kids, and I don't. I guess we should have talked about that before getting married, but we were young and dumb. We decided to cut our losses and go our separate ways. I'm sure he'll find some hot 20 something waiting to get knocked up and married to a doctor. I'm happy to be single and just made partner."

"You are an attorney?"

"Yes, don't hate me for it. I do good work, we do mostly environmental law. What do you do?"

"I'm a photographer. At least I am striving to make a living as one. In another life, I was in software - our company was bought by Facebook. I was fortunate enough that I cashed out able to retire if I wanted. I have spent the last several months trying to set up an office and make the contacts necessary to sell my photos. Maybe National Geographic will come calling."

"We use photographers as part of our efforts to safe wilderness areas. Maybe we can use your work. But that is for another day. I'm stuffed. Let's get out of here."

Disappointed that the date was ending, DJ said, "OK, my dog is probably hungry and ready to out anyway."

"Well, let's swing by your house on the way to mine then."

"I didn't realize we were going to your house." DJ said, slightly awkwardly.

"You aren't paying enough attention, D.J. I asked you out. I picked the restaurant. And I drove here. I'm pretty sure I wear the pants in this relationship."

"I paid for dinner," D.J. retorted.

"Exactly my point." Kelly winked. "So what's 'D.J.' stand for, anyway?"

“Disk Jockey." It was D.J.’s pat answer. He hated to tell anyone his real name.

"Very funny. I'll get it out of you somehow."

After a brief stop at his house to feed his dog and let her out to relieve herself, they were off to Kelly's house. Turns out, they lived in the same subdivision, within a few blocks of each other. "Well that's convenient." He thought.

Her place was well-appointed and obviously had the woman's touch that his lacked, despite hiring a decorator to buy all his furniture. He looked around and found some interesting nicknacks - carvings from Africa, Japan, a beer stein from Germany... it was obvious this was a well-traveled woman.

"OK, so you've traveled the world, how many languages do you speak?" D.J. asked, assuming that she couldn't continue to impress him.

"Fluently? Or just enough to get by?"

"Let's start with fluency." D.J. replied. "I am fluent in English, obviously, Spanish and German."

"Ich bin auf Englisch, Deutsch, Spanisch, Französisch, Arabisch und Schwein Latein fließend." Kelly replied in German. "I can also hold my own in Japanese, have a little of the Celtic languages from my time in Wales and Ireland retracing my roots."

"I'm not sure Pig Latin counts." D.J. replied.

"That was just to see if you were truly fluent in German and paying attention." Kelly winked. "So here's the deal, that's our small talk for now. I'm attracted to you, I can tell you are attracted to me. We're adults. We don't have to pretend and be polite and all of that. I want to go to my room and have some adult fun. Are you in or out? This is like the rabbit hole, blue pill or red, etc."

D.J. had been his most sexually active in the past few months, but still it wasn't often. Once or twice a month he had a "friend" he'd meet up with. Most of the time it was his hand and online pornography.

"I'm in. Show me the way."

"Down that hall, through the double door. Go in, disrobe, take a shower in the master bath, then wait for me on the bed and wait for me. I'm going to freshen up."

D.J. tried not to sprint down the hallway. He was stuck between "cool stroll" and "frantic sprint." He got to the room and saw a vintage four-poster bed in the middle of a very large room. He found a chair and took off his clothing and walked through to the master bath. The shower was very large and custom-built. He saw the steam function and wished he could try it. Next to the shower was a large jetted tub. More things to try. But he needed to get to the bedroom. So he got in the shower and lathered up. Just as he was putting shampoo in his hair, Kelly joined him.

Her body was more plump than he expected but still smooth and unbelievably curvy. Her breasts were perfect. She caught him looking. "I had them reduced after the divorce. They also made my 35 year-old breasts look 20 again." She laughed.

He finished shampooing and wasn't sure what to do next. "Now, my turn. Get my scrubby and wash me. Start with my back, my breasts will be your reward for good scrubbing on my back." After twenty minutes of being in the shower, his fingers were wrinkled and he hoped other parts hadn't done the same. Judging from how it felt down there though, he was pretty sure little D.J. was ready for the party too.

"OK, I'm clean now, you are clean now. You may kiss me." Kelly said. D.J. was taken aback by how she spoke to him. He tried to boldly grab her and kiss her like Bogart on a runway, but she pushed him gently away. "Slow down. I said kiss, not make out. That's strike one. Don't push it. Now go dry off and go to my bed. Lay down and wait."

The wait seemed like hours, but it was probably more like 10 minutes. The lights dimmed first, and they changed color to a reddish hue. Kelly emerged wearing a corset that lifted her incredible breasts even higher and accentuated her curves, a garter belt, no panties, stockings and patent leather boots that went over her calves. They had heels at least four inches tall.

She looked like a dominatrix from the porn he watched online. He'd never seen a woman look natural in such an outfit. They usually looked like a costume. This looked like the real Kelly.

As she approached, he could tell she had something in her hand but the dim light made it difficult to see until she got close. It was a riding crop. "Holy shit," he thought. "I went to the grocery store and ended up in a porno."

"Now, I think we've already established that we do what I want. Dinner. Coming here. Showering. I think we know who is in charge. So let's make some rules."

"O..o...o.k." D.J. stammered.

"First, this is about my pleasure, not yours. You do not cum unless you are expressly told to. Is that clear?"

"Yyyyes."

"Second, you are to call me Goddess when we are in this room. Your only words are to be, 'Yes, Goddess.' 'No, Goddess.' 'I do not understand, Goddess.' The only other acceptable words are the safe words. If I am pushing you too far, you say 'yellow.' It's like a stop light. That warns me that we are getting uncomfortable. If you want the entire scene to stop, you say 'red.' But know that if you say that, we're done for that night. And yes, there will be more nights after tonight. Do you understand so far?"

"Yes, Goddess."

"Good boy. Now tonight is your test. I'm going to tie your ankles and wrists and see exactly how far I can push you. Pass this test and you may become my main boy."

His head swam. Main boy? Like she has others? He resisted asking for fear it didn't fit the only words he was allowed.

"Tonight I will get you to the edge of cumming repeatedly. But you are to let me know before you do. And I will stop. This is called edging. It will be frustrating for you, but very enjoyable. I will also test your oral skills. That will see how you rank amongst my boys."

He looked at her quizically.

"Oh, you see, I have three boyfriends. You are potentially number four. Whoever can make me cum best with their tongue gets to cum themselves more often. The others, not so much. And trust me, you do not want to be ranked number four." she winked.

Over the next several hours, she stroked him, sucked him, rode him, cropped him on his thighs and balls, and he managed not to cum. During breaks from torturing him with pleasure not allowed to peak, she sat on his face. He ate her with abandon. He did not want to be Number Four.

As it got late, she had cum at least a dozen times riding his tongue. He was pretty satisfied with himself in that department. She seemed to be as well.

"OK, D.J. you have done well. I think you deserve to cum, don't you?"

"Yes, Goddess."

"You have a decision to make, though. You can cum right now and accept being ranked Number Four because you are the new guy or you can hold it and accept the rank you earned with your tongue. Either way, when you go home tonight, you'll be mine. You will cum for no other woman again, ever. At least not without my approval. I may loan you to a good friend here or there."

D.J. gulped.

"So, cum now or hold it and find your true rank? Speak freely."

"I'll hold it, Goddess."

"Wow, I didn't expect that. Very couragous of you. You do realize that means you may not cum for a while, don't you?"

"Yes, Goddess." D.J. answered, knowing as soon as he got home, he'd jack off anyway.

"OK, well, your rank for now is Two. That shall be your name as well. I'll call you two. Tomorrow, you'll meet One. And by meet, I mean you'll suck his cock for me."

"I'm not gay," D.J. interjected.

Immediately he regretted it as the crop smacked hard on his scrotum. "THAT IS NOT ONE OF YOUR ACCEPTABLE PHRASES," Kelly said sternly.

"Look, outside of my home, you are D.J. I am Kelly. Inside of my home, you are Two, I am Goddess. Outside of my home, nobody knows that I own your cock. Inside of my home, and inside of your head, you know I own your cock. So you also know, sucking cock doesn't make you gay. It makes you submissive. It makes you a good boy who does as he's told. It makes you one who may get to cum soon. Oh, and there's one more thing. Would you like to know it?"

"Yes, Goddess."

"Before I untie you, I'm going to ice your cock down, make it soft, and then put you in a chastity device. See, I know you were thinking, 'I'll just go jack off at home.' Nope. The cock is mine. You don't touch it like that without permission. Are you familiar with chastity devices?"

"Yes, Goddess."

"Speak freely, what is your experience with them?"

"I've seen them online, Goddess. I follow some chastity blogs on Tumblr. But I've never been in one or even considered it. I'm not a sissy boy like they usually are in the pics online."

"I didn't say you were a sissy. Nor would I want you to be one. But you are now an owned boy. Bet you didn't think you'd find that at Whole Foods."

"No, Goddess."

"You mean no, you didn't expect to find that? Or no, you don't want to be my boy number Two?"

"No, I didn't expect it. And I do not want to be boy number Two."

"Oh, if you are't interested, I'll untie you and you can go home. I expect your discretion regarding my lifestyle and we'll both live our happy lives."

"I want to be boy number One."

Kelly smiled. "I'll be right back."

She returned with a bag of ice and a device just like he'd seen online. The ice was necessary because even thinking about it was making him get harder again. She slipped his balls through a ring, tucked his cock through it, and put the cage over his now flaccid cock.

"This is the fun part," Kelly smiled. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, Goddess." He heard the lock click. A small sense of panic hit him like a wave. He realized he couldn't jack off even if he wanted to. His heart beat faster. His breathing increased.

Kelly sweetly rubbed his cheek. "Now, don't panic, boy. You are still Two. That means you only have to wear it for two weeks before you get out and cum. Poor four has to wait four weeks each time. And he was Three before you. He's going to hate the news I found another boy."

She jangled two keys in front of him. "These are the keys to your cock. I'll have one on me at all times. The other will be in my safe so it doesn't get lost. You'll be unlocked in two weeks unless you gain or lose rank. If you somehow beat out One for his rank, you'll be a lucky boy. One doesn't have to suck cock. One gets to cum whenever he wants. You really want to be One."

"Yes, Goddess."

"OK, Two. I'm going to unbind you now. You are to get dressed and I'll drive you to your car. Live your life normally and I'll call you regularly to check on you. I'll see you at least once between now and two weeks from now when you get unlocked. I will check to see how you are mentally on a daily basis."

D.J. got home. His dog greeted him happily. Life hadn't changed a bit to his pup. But he knew he'd never be the same. Yet he smiled. He was happy.

TO BE CONTINUED
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Very Nice! I enjoyed the read.
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Good story. Needs some editing for grammar, but not a lot.
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TwistedMister wrote:Good story. Needs some editing for grammar, but not a lot.
I'm quite positive there are grammatical and spelling errors. It was stream-of-consciousness writing and I didn't even re-read it for what little editing may have come from that. Just written and posted in about 40 minutes.
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Only 40 minutes? Damn, it takes me a lot longer to get ideas out. Looks good for such a short time, much better than some stuff I've seen...
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Great story. Can't wait to the continuation.
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TwistedMister wrote:Only 40 minutes? Damn, it takes me a lot longer to get ideas out. Looks good for such a short time, much better than some stuff I've seen...
I type fast and when it's unedited stream-of-consciousness stuff, it comes out fast.

I also tend to write myself into a corner and not be able to get out, too. So that's an issue at times!
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