“I honestly meant no disrespect. I think once you see, you’ll understand.”
I lean down toward my phone and push the intercom button. “Brooke, could you come in here, please?”
“Of course, Ms. Benson.”
Brooke walks in. “First of all, please call me Amanda.”
She smiles shyly. “Amanda. Sorry.”
“Mr. Lennox here is looking for a young lady to be his sub for…” I look at him.
“An hour?”
I continue. “An hour. He would like to demonstrate to Sainte and me his skills. Would you be interested?”
She looks him over, and a huge smile crosses over her face. “Yes ma’am,” she says eagerly.
“Mr. Lennox, would you care to begin?”
He walks up to Brooke. He’s tall and towers over her short frame. He begins petting her hair. “That’s my good girl,” he says smoothly. He whispers something in her ear, but I can’t make out what he says. “My name is Jensen Lennox, but you will never address me by my name. You will call me Sir. I’m about to show your employers what briefly happens in a Dom/sub experience. You are asked to be an active participant in this little scenario we are about to do, and in the event this gets to be too much for you, you only need to use the safe word. Is there a word you’d like to use?”
“Um, how about red?”
“Okay, red. Red means stop. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
He slaps her behind. “Yes what?” he demands.
“Yes, Sir.”
He pets her hair. “Good girl.” He leans in to her ear again, and I realize he’s not saying anything to her; he’s rewarding her with a kiss. Within seconds, he has turned to her into putty, molding to his every whim.
Sainte leans down and whispers in my ear, “Perhaps you should start calling me sir.” He nuzzles my neck.
I smile with a grin.I love this man.
“Brooke, I would like you to undress down to your bra and panties.”
She looks at him, then at Sainte and me. She’s not comfortable, and I’m about to put a stop to this when he slaps her behind again and she begins to remove her clothes. Holy fuck, he is in total control over her.
Once she is standing before us in just her bra and panties, he says, “Good girl.”
She is now conditioned to his kiss and waits for it eagerly, leaning into him as he comes in for another.
“Kneel,” he says, and without question, she kneels. He pats her head. “Good girl.” He walks around her and orders her to sit tall, shoulders back, hands in her lap.
She does everything without question.
He turns toward me and Sainte. “Shall I continue? Or have you both seen enough?”
“Ah, I think we’ve seen enough.”
He instructs Brooks to stand and dress. When she is finished dressing, he saunters toward her and says, “You are a very good girl.” He pulls her close to him and rewards her with a kiss to the lips. And not a chaste kiss either. This kiss is full-on mouth-and-tongue kiss.
She literally melts into his arms.
When he breaks the kiss, he asks, “Brooke, are you still with me?”
