Tess-O'Meter -- Amber!
Background if required in BDSM Manor - The new slave.
Rules of BDSM Manor - safety, respect, and consent.
I let myself into my apartment to be met with the mouth-watering smell of freshly baked bread.
Following my nose, I laughed when I found Alex in the kitchen. Naked apart from a polka dot apron and oven gloves.
He grinned as I came up behind him and pressed my instantly rock-hard cock against his bare ass.
"That's just asking to be fucked hard over the kitchen table," I growled into his ear.
"I'm yours to command Master," he replied provocatively.
I growled again and pushed him down, pulling his hands behind his back, throwing the gloves across the room, and using the apron strings to tie him.
"How do you want it?" I asked as I unzipped my fly, grabbed the lube that someone had kindly left next to the mayonnaise, and lined myself up.
"Hard please, fuck me hard," Alex begged.
I placed my palm on his head, pushing him against the table and complied enthusiastically with this request.
Enjoying the mixed pain and pleasure on his face, and his groans as I pounded into him.
"Harder," he begged, and I gripped his hair and dived into his ass again and again, as he yelled beneath me.
He came before me, and then lay like a rag doll until I followed him a few minutes later.
I collapsed over him, both of us gasping for breath, until his girly, "Welcome home, Honey," made me laugh again.
I realized that I was going to have to cut the apron to free Alex and went for the scissors.
"I've only had it a few hours," he complained as I snipped the strings.
I knew damn well he had only worn it to wind me up.
Still.
"It looked good on you," I said, my eyes roaming over his firm, sculpted body.
"Maybe I should consider feminizing you a little."
He just grinned and fluttered his thick, dark lashes at me. Not believing me for a second.
Casey and Keira, my other slaves and Alex's 'sisters' had already jokingly threatened to de-lash him.
They were jealous of the luxurious dark grey lashes that enhanced his denim-colored eyes.
"Why don't you clean up," Alex suggested, indicating a bowl on the table, next to the fragrant bread, "we can eat now."
I lifted the cloth, "Salad?"
"Well, we don't want anything too heavy if we are running tonight," Alex explained reasonably.
The same way he had been so reasonable when he had volunteered for me to do the London Marathon with him, to raise money for Keira's charity.
She had been so pleased, I hadn't the heart to back out.
"I've been in meetings all day, I'm achy and stiff," I pointed out.
"Which is why a run would be good," he countered easily, as he cleaned up the mess he had created on the table!
I gave in and went to wash up, pointing at Alex as I left, "You need to remember who's in charge around here young man," I said.
He just laughed.
I was grinning as I walked into the bathroom.
Alex had moved in with me five weeks ago, I hadn't held out for long.
I had been concerned that as my slave, moving him in would force him into an unhealthily deep submission.
He worked from home, so he now had an office, plus a bedroom, bathroom, and small sitting room for himself, here in my large apartment.
Working from my apartment, being with me in our spare time and then submitting to me at BDSM Manor most weekends, didn't seem like a healthy balance to me.
For a couple of weeks, as we fell deeply in love, I had resisted asking him to move in.
Alex raised it a couple of times, so in the end I had arranged a session with our lead Psychiatrist at the Manor.
She ran our welfare section and also the program supporting people with CPA (Compulsive Porn Addiction).
Linda, (or Professor/Doctor Brightling depending) was a valued member of our team and very well respected in academic society.
Her ground-breaking research into CPA (her term) which is the kind of addiction that impacts negatively on a person's life, was changing the attitude of the medical profession towards what was an increasing issue.
All of our minders were people who were, or had struggled with CPA, and all of them flourished under Linda's care. Quite frankly we could not run the Manor or be sure of our slaves safety without them.
Alex had beamed when I explained to him and Linda that I had requested the counselling session because I wanted to ask Alex to move in with me, but I was unsure that it was a healthy idea.
"But it's what I want as well," Alex had said taking my hand, "I love you."
I had looked at Linda helplessly, moved by his easy declaration and how sure he sounded.
Linda had smartly guided us through.
Yes, we were in love.
Yes, I owned Alex now and could simply command him to live with me.
Alex would happily live full time as a slave, but this wasn't what I wanted.
Linda had agreed this was not wise and had pulled out of Alex that he really wanted to be both my slave and my partner.
I was unsure that such a balance was achievable.
Linda thought we were already halfway there.
As a new slave she had been assessing Alex, that was standard procedure, so she knew a lot about our relationship already.
She knew that he had previously channeled his need for danger into extreme sports and physical activity.
I had told him flat out, no more free climbing, it was too risky, and I didn't want him hurt. If he climbed, he climbed with ropes and safety equipment.
Alex could not have argued with that. He no longer had the right to make his own decisions, and his body was now my property.
Whether you think that is right, wrong, appalling, or hot as hell. That's just how it is for us.
Linda pointed out that she knew not only had I agreed Alex could still climb, just with less risk, but we had taken three days away a couple of weeks ago and Alex was now teaching me to climb.
He's a qualified instructor.
She felt this demonstrated excellent common sense, my respect for Alex as an individual and a good indicator that we could move forward in a healthy way.
She had been extremely positive about Alex signing me up for Marathon training.
(I had asked her if she wanted to take my place.)
"Would you use your status as Alex's Master to win an argument, or as punishment for upsetting you?" Linda had asked me.
"I would like to say No," I confessed, "but realistically, yes I will. I'm only human."
She had smiled delighted; apparently had I denied the possibility we would have been doomed.
Who can understand Psychiatrists?
Still, I had been reassured enough to give it a go and it was amazing.
Alex was both my partner and my slave.
He supported me, worshipped me (when appropriate) challenged me, and frequently annoyed the hell out of me.
I was trying to do the same for him (although of course I'm never annoying!).
Sometimes his need to submit or my need to dominate led to play at random times, but it wasn't, as I had feared it might, intruding or overriding our ability to live a positive and well-balanced life.
Post salad, and delicious bread we both spent another couple of hours on work before our run.
It was only Thursday, but we were spending Friday at the Manor, preparing for Master John's birthday celebrations. Alex was going help set up the tanks in which my Mermaids and Merman would be displayed.
I was excited as to how Alex would be received. I had wanted a Merman for a long time, and since his tail had arrived a few weeks previously, he had become well used to the challenge of swimming in restrictive bondage.
He had been kept out of sight since his first weekend at the Manor, swimming practice since his tail had arrived, and John's deep throat training had taken a lot of time. Plus, one weekend we had not been there at all.
Both Alex and my other slaves, did occasionally need to be available at weekends to do 'normal' things.
Meet friends, attend work functions.
People who were not involved in the BDSM scene, were likely to be suspicious if their friends or family were never available for anything.
Casey had attended a family wedding on this weekend, so Alex and I had taken the opportunity to go climbing.
Hard work, breath-taking and incredible.
Keira had struggled a little as her only close friend had been away and her need for submission was strong.
Alex treated her and me to a show, and then we took her home for a couple of nights and she settled.
As her Master and owner, Keira's well-being was my responsibility so if she was unable maintain it herself, she knew I would always be there for her.
It was approaching 9pm, and already dark, when Alex and I entered a nearby park.
It was well lit and had decent paths, so was good for running at night.
Alex was showing off, running backwards, and doing handsprings, as I concentrated on my breathing.
He regularly did Marathons and was a good trainer. I ran for fitness but usually in short bursts, so the longer distance was a challenge and Alex had been working on my stamina, while taking care not to risk an injury.
I hadn't admitted it as yet, but I was starting to enjoy it immensely.
We had finished the warmup session and were settling into a rhythm when we heard the scream.
Now, I'm a professional dominant.
I enjoy causing pain. Torturing and abusing men and women for my (and their) pleasure and amusement.
I'm used to hearing women scream. From pain, fear, ecstasy, or a combination of the above.
So, I know the difference between a woman screaming in the throes of submissive passion and a woman screaming in terror for her life.
This was the later.
We headed fast towards the sound.
There were four of them. The woman was struggling to get off the ground and as we raced towards them, one of the men punched her hard in the face and she went down.
Her clothes were torn and there was blood, though at a glance it was impossible to tell where it was coming from.
The men turned as they heard us running and we waded in.
I realized straight away that one guy had separated to draw me away from Alex and knew their plan was three to one.
Take him out, then it was four to one on me.
Alex is about 4 inches taller than me, so would have seemed the bigger threat.
It was clear they had done this before, as they were silent and sure of themselves, all business.
As I circled with my opponent, I saw Alex who was surrounded, take a punishing blow to the ribs that doubled him over, and then a backhand that crashed him back into the two goons behind him.
