he simply wanted to get his feet wet. Are you planning on throwing him into the deep end?” Karen asked.
“I plan on showing him all that BDSM can be if he's willing.” James was serious. “I think he will like what I do to him; I hope he will someday crave it.”
* * * *
CHAPTER SEVEN
The sun was shining, the birds were singing and Carl was more nervous than last Friday. A visit to his mother had not helped either. You can't just blurt out your lover is tying you up. Moms don't like that shit and he knew better than to go there. Yet, her input would have been invaluable. Her practicality about love and sex helped him come to terms with his attraction to men and he wondered what she might think of James.
Still, they had a pleasant morning and she told him he didn't look so tired. He supposed that was all he really needed anyway. James appeared to be good for him.
At two o'clock, he pulled into James’ driveway and let himself in the house.
Susan poked her head out of the kitchen. “Hi Carl.”
“Hi Susan.” He smiled as he passed her on his way to the bedroom.
The shower routine was not as bad as last week. In fact, the ritual calmed him. Preparing his body for James gave him a sense of purpose. He thought about that as he put on the camouflage scrubs. Everything James did, or had Carl do, reinforced his acceptance of James’ will.
Carl walked into the den to see James behind his desk working on his computer. Not sure what his Dom wanted, he stood by the door, waiting. He took the first few minutes to look around the room. Awards and diplomas hung on the wall behind James while the remaining walls had watercolors painted by area artists. The golden paneling reflected the afternoon light from the big windows to his left and he closed his eyes against the glare. James’ voice droned on in the back of his mind.
“You do that very well.” James was directly in front of him when he opened his eyes.
“A stint in the army taught me patience.” He opened his mouth to James’ kiss, surprised at the emotional impact of it. He had missed the man. Strong fingers gripped his head as the kiss deepened and he wondered if James had missed him too.
He felt cocooned by James. The scent of his cologne, the hands now moving down his arms and the tongue dancing in his mouth wrapped Carl in desire. He moaned into the kiss and the hands on his wrists tightened in answer.
“Did you have a good week?” James stepped back.
“Yes sir. I finished up a couple of stories for the Journal and started on this one.”
“They are going to print it?”
“Not the Journal. The Herald is, but not until our six weeks are up. I just wanted to get started on it while the memories were fresh. There will be an article for each weekend to show the progress of my training.”
“And did you write in the booklet I gave you?”
“Yes sir. It's not very... organized. Did you want to read it?”
“No. That is for you. It's important that you have somewhere to put your emotions down on paper. Your evolution is meaningless without those insights.”
“Yes sir.” Carl had his doubts what he had written so far was insightful.
“Good. I had Sam send over something light from the lunch menu. We'll eat early to give us time to digest before we go to the playroom.”
“Sounds good, sir.”
“In the mean time, close and lock the door, please.”
Thank god! The imprint of the kiss lingered on Carl's lips and he was impatient for the promise it implied.
Carl was still standing in front of the closed door when a weight pushed him up against it. Hands untied the string holding the loose camo pants up.
“Keep your hands on the door,” James whispered in his ear as he pulled back on Carl's hips to let the pants drop and expose his ass in an obscene pose.
The first touch of James’ tongue made him shiver. Just the crease at first, teasing him. He twisted his torso to look back.
“Eyes forward. Just feel.”
He groaned and
“I plan on showing him all that BDSM can be if he's willing.” James was serious. “I think he will like what I do to him; I hope he will someday crave it.”
* * * *
CHAPTER SEVEN
The sun was shining, the birds were singing and Carl was more nervous than last Friday. A visit to his mother had not helped either. You can't just blurt out your lover is tying you up. Moms don't like that shit and he knew better than to go there. Yet, her input would have been invaluable. Her practicality about love and sex helped him come to terms with his attraction to men and he wondered what she might think of James.
Still, they had a pleasant morning and she told him he didn't look so tired. He supposed that was all he really needed anyway. James appeared to be good for him.
At two o'clock, he pulled into James’ driveway and let himself in the house.
Susan poked her head out of the kitchen. “Hi Carl.”
“Hi Susan.” He smiled as he passed her on his way to the bedroom.
The shower routine was not as bad as last week. In fact, the ritual calmed him. Preparing his body for James gave him a sense of purpose. He thought about that as he put on the camouflage scrubs. Everything James did, or had Carl do, reinforced his acceptance of James’ will.
Carl walked into the den to see James behind his desk working on his computer. Not sure what his Dom wanted, he stood by the door, waiting. He took the first few minutes to look around the room. Awards and diplomas hung on the wall behind James while the remaining walls had watercolors painted by area artists. The golden paneling reflected the afternoon light from the big windows to his left and he closed his eyes against the glare. James’ voice droned on in the back of his mind.
“You do that very well.” James was directly in front of him when he opened his eyes.
“A stint in the army taught me patience.” He opened his mouth to James’ kiss, surprised at the emotional impact of it. He had missed the man. Strong fingers gripped his head as the kiss deepened and he wondered if James had missed him too.
He felt cocooned by James. The scent of his cologne, the hands now moving down his arms and the tongue dancing in his mouth wrapped Carl in desire. He moaned into the kiss and the hands on his wrists tightened in answer.
“Did you have a good week?” James stepped back.
“Yes sir. I finished up a couple of stories for the Journal and started on this one.”
“They are going to print it?”
“Not the Journal. The Herald is, but not until our six weeks are up. I just wanted to get started on it while the memories were fresh. There will be an article for each weekend to show the progress of my training.”
“And did you write in the booklet I gave you?”
“Yes sir. It's not very... organized. Did you want to read it?”
“No. That is for you. It's important that you have somewhere to put your emotions down on paper. Your evolution is meaningless without those insights.”
“Yes sir.” Carl had his doubts what he had written so far was insightful.
“Good. I had Sam send over something light from the lunch menu. We'll eat early to give us time to digest before we go to the playroom.”
“Sounds good, sir.”
“In the mean time, close and lock the door, please.”
Thank god! The imprint of the kiss lingered on Carl's lips and he was impatient for the promise it implied.
Carl was still standing in front of the closed door when a weight pushed him up against it. Hands untied the string holding the loose camo pants up.
“Keep your hands on the door,” James whispered in his ear as he pulled back on Carl's hips to let the pants drop and expose his ass in an obscene pose.
The first touch of James’ tongue made him shiver. Just the crease at first, teasing him. He twisted his torso to look back.
“Eyes forward. Just feel.”
He groaned and
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