Camouflage - Chapter Five
"Joni.... what's going on with you?" Allison asked sitting across from me at table as I looked at the lunch menu.
"What do you mean?" I asked looking up at her.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You're acting very distant these days. I can't believe I even talked you into lunch. Is everything OK with you and Mark?"
I chuckled as I looked out the window at the endless ocean. The Sea Cloud restaurant was at the end of the Santa Cruz pier, and although over priced, the view was always worth it. "Everything is fine with Mark."
"So then what is it?" Allison persisted.
I dropped my eyes back to the menu and attempted to read it as I thought about her question. I wasn't sure I wanted to tell anyone what was going on with me. It wasn't exactly the kind of thing that was easy to explain... even to myself.
"Joni?" I looked up to see her leaning closer... pressing... waiting for an answer.
"Oh Allison," I sighed, closing the menu on my lap. "I'm not sure I'm ready to talk about it."
"I knew it," she said sitting back in her chair and smiling. "Something is going on." I was relieved when the waiter suddenly appeared to take our order. I was hoping the break in conversation would give me a chance to change it when he left.
"So what have you been up to?" I asked as the waiter left with our order.
"Nothing," she said quickly. "And you're not changing the subject. You and I have been friends for years, Joni. You know you can tell me anything."
"I know."
"If you don't want to talk about it, fine. I won't press," she continued. "But if I can see something's up, then I'm assuming other people can too. Maybe it would help to talk about it."
I sighed and looked back out to the water. How could I possibly explain something I didn't even understand myself.
"Well," I said keeping my eyes on the water. "I met this guy about a month ago."
"A guy?" she asked. "Are you having an affair?" The last statement was something between a whisper and a hiss as she leaned across the table.
I tried to laugh, but stopped as I turned and saw her face. It was a combination of shock and excitement. "Not in the typical sense of the term... no."
"What does that mean?" she asked.
"I don't know, Allison!" That was exactly why I didn't want to talk about it. None of it made sense... to me or anyone.
"I'm sorry for interrupting," she said sitting back in her chair. "Please... continue."
"I really don't know where to start, or how to explain it."
"Well, where did you meet him?"
"At a coffee place downtown," I explained. "He invited me for a cup of coffee and before I knew it..." I stopped. How could I explain the rest.
"What?"
"There's probably a term for this, but I'm so ignorant I don't even know what it is. He tells me to do things and I do them... things that turn me on... and I'm assuming him as well."
The look on her face was so confusing I almost laughed. "What kind of things?" she finally asked.
The waiter came by with two glasses of ice tea and we stopped our conversation until he left. Allison shook two packets of sugar and poured them into her glass as I tried to think of an example.
"Well," I started and then hesitated. "Like sitting perfectly still while he licked chocolate frosting off my nipples."
She started to choke as she sipped her ice tea and dropped the straw from her lips. "Holy shit! That's not an affair?"
"It's not the 'gee we've fallen in love' kind of thing. In fact, I have no idea how I really feel about him. It's just... he's very commanding and I'm totally turned on by it."
Allison laughed as she looked out to the beach. "Who would have thought?"
"What?" I asked.
"You... Ms. Control, would like someone putting you in your place."
"I think that's what's so nice about it," I admitted. "Just letting go."
"Yeah..." her eyes drifted as she stared down at her ice tea. "I dated a guy like that when I lived back East. James. A real Dom."
"Dom?" I asked.
"It's called domination and submission, Joni... at least that's what it sounds like from what you've told me. He's the Dom... you're the sub."
"Like I said. I'm so ignorant about this stuff, I don't even know. But yes, that's probably it."
We stopped our conversation once again as the waiter came by with our lunch. We had each ordered a salad of romaine lettuce, pine nuts, tomatoes, and a slice of blue cheese, all covered lightly with olive oil and basalmic vinegar.
"Tell me about him," I said holding the heart of romaine lettuce with my fork and cutting it with my knife.
"James?" asked Allison. "Oh, we met at a party a friend of mine was having. He was average looking... nothing really exceptional about him. But he had some kind of presence. Confidence or something. It's hard to explain."
"Yes," I chuckled. "I know."
"He was really into spanking."
"Spanking?" I asked in disbelief.
"You mean this guy hasn't spanked you yet?"
"No," I said looking down at my salad. Was that where we were heading? Would Brad actually spank me? I quickly flashed on an image of myself spread over his lap as his large hand came down on my bare bottom. The vision both repulsed and excited me. I squirmed in my chair unconsciously as Allison continued her story.
"Well, I was surprised at how much I liked it."
"Really?" I asked. "I can't believe I didn't know this about you!"
Allison laughed and picked at her salad. "Well, I guess we all have our little quirks."
"Did he spank you all the time?"
"No. He knew when I wanted to be spanked because I would test him with my willfulness and disobedience. It was the nature of our relationship."
"Like what?"
"Oh, like one time I grabbed his crotch when we were riding in an elevator up to our room. Besides the fact there were other people in the elevator, it was never appropriate to touch him unless I had permission."
I had never been aggressive with Brad and I wondered how he would actually respond. "So, what did he do?"
Allison put her fork down and looked out the window and then back at me. "Are you sure you want to know all of this?"
"Yes," I said honestly. "If you don't mind. I've never had any experience like this before and there isn't anyone else that I know of that would possibly understand."
"Well, he made me get into a submissive pose..." she started.
"What's a submissive pose?" I asked.
"I was on the bed on my knees, with my chest and forearms pressed against the mattress. Arching my back, I pressed my bottom into the air... and my toes were pointed straight back."
The image of myself kneeling in front of Brad posed like that flashed in my mind as I asked her to go on.
"For touching him that night, he had me count out on every stroke as he spanked me. He told me that I was going to receive ten strokes with his hand, and after each one I had to say, 'Thank you, Sir. May I have another please?' If I lost count, we would start again at one; if I forgot to call him Sir, we started over again at one; if I forgot to thank him, we started over at one... even if I forgot to ask him for another, we would start over at one."
"Wow!" I sighed. "How did it feel to be spanked? I'm assuming it hurts."
"The first stroke took me by surprise. Light enough not to cause tears, but sharp enough to make me jump and let out a little yelp. I said, 'One, Sir. Thank you, may I have another?' and the second stroke landed on my ass. It was slightly sharper than the first, on the other cheek. I jumped again and felt a warmth and tingling along with the sting. By then, I was wet.
"He alternated cheeks, slightly increasing the sharpness of his strokes until I felt the line between pain and pleasure starting to blur. I started to slip into an altered state where the spanking was sheer bliss.
Around the sixth stroke, he started to speak to me to keep me from sliding too far into my own world as I began to moan my responses to him. By the tenth stroke I was raising my bottom to meet his hand." Allison's eyes were glazed as she stared out towards the ocean and paused.
"When he was finished spanking me, he massaged my ass with a mixture of gentle and hard squeezing. By then I had no voice; all of my willfulness was gone. There was only the sensation of being his... of being cared for and trained by him... of wanting him to fuck me."
She took a sip of her ice tea and looked around to see if anyone was paying any attention to our conversation. I had stopped eating and sat paralyzed as she continued recounting her story. I could feel my own wetness threatening to escape my panties.
"He told me to spread my knees and watch him from between my thighs. Using only his groin muscles, he spanked my clit with the head of his cock. It was maddening because I couldn't move while he did it. All I could do was watch while he spanked it and slid it back and forth over me.
"He slid the head of it inside of me... just enough to tease me, and then returned to spanking and massaging my clit with it. My frustration built until I could feel myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm. When he sensed it, he grabbed his cock with his hand and spanked my clit harder, until I came.
He massaged it gently until I calmed down, and then he told me to watch between my legs as he slid his cock deep inside and then pulled it all the way out. I was always shaved when I was with him, so I could see it go all the way in."
"Really?" I asked. "You shaved your... all of it?"
"Yes," laughed Allison. "I still do. You should try it. It feels wonderful."
Allison continued. "I still remember his cock slowly going all the way in and then all the way out. I think it was his variation of a slave collar... like a mental slave collar. I would think about it all week until I saw him again. I think he made me come at least three times that night."
"So what happened with you two?" I asked.
"I don't know... I often wonder if I blew it." She gazed out at the water and then let out a deep sigh. "I think I wanted to please him so much, submit so totally, that after awhile... I stopped being willful, and he had nothing to take control of... to dominate. Does that make sense?"
"As much as any of it makes sense," I said smiling at her.
"It's been over five years since I've been with a man like that," said Allison. "I envy you."
"Really?" I said. "I thought sure you would be reading me the riot act if I told you about this."
"Oh, if it was just some little affair, I probably would. But, not this. I think every woman should experience a Dom at least once in her life. Even if she is married."
"Thanks," I said reaching over and patting her hand. "You know it was your birthday present that started all of this."
"Really?" She looked puzzled for a moment while she remembered what she gave me. "You met him at Camouflage?"
"No," I chuckled. "But I had just bought a pair of panties there and walked across the street for a cup of coffee. When we were having coffee, he asked me what I had bought. That's kind of how this whole thing started."
"Well, I'll have to go shopping there more often," she joked. "So when do you see him again?"
I looked down at my watch. "In about thirty minutes."
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