maybe we can play together. Or do you still not share your collared submissives?”
Share Abby?
I tried to imagine another man putting his hands on her. Another man sliding his fingers into her hair. Another man’s lips on hers.
Never.
“I don’t share,” I said in an almost growl.
“Pity,” he said. “The four of us—”
“Regardless,” I interrupted. “It’s a hard limit for Abby.” I knew sharing had never been a problem for Paul or Christine. I was fine with that. It just didn’t work for me.
“In that case, maybe we can play for the two of you?” he asked. “Maybe something Abby has listed as a soft limit? Christine gets off on being watched, and we both need some playroom time.”
I thought for a few seconds. “Sounds good. Let me talk with Abby.”
We spoke about the weekend so far.
“How did the punishments go?” he asked, when I brought up their necessity.
“Hard,” I answered honestly. “For both of us. She was upset, and seeing that upset me and . . .”
“You questioned whether you were doing the right thing,” he finished.
“I don’t remember it being as hard with the others.”
“Your previous submissives?” he asked.
“Right,” I said. “I don’t remember feeling this way.”
“I remember,” he said, a hint of tease in his voice.
“What?”
“When you called me after you punished Beth for the first time.”
“Beth?” I tried to remember. “That was ages ago.”
“And you were upset then, much as you are now,” he said. “Maybe even more.”
I wished I remembered. Beth seemed like such a long time ago, so very far removed from where I was now.
“Since you don’t remember the incident, you probably don’t remember what I told you,” he said.
“Hell, Paul,” I said. “Just get on with it.”
“It’s completely normal for you to have a hard time causing someone pain, even in the type of relationship you’re in,” he said. “If you found it easy, that’s when I’d be worried.”
“I know, but—” I started.
“No buts,” he said. “Most doms I know experience the same thing.”
“How did it go for you and Christine?” I asked. “On your first weekend after you started seeing each other romantically?”
“Christine and I were different from you and Abby,” he said. “We went into a twenty-four-hour, seven-days-a-week relationship.”
“I thought that was before you started dating,” I said.
“No, it was after.”
“Huh,” I said, trying to imagine living that kind of lifestyle with Abby. “How long did that last?”
“A few months,” he answered. “It didn’t work for us. Too difficult.” I heard the smile in his voice. “So you see, Nathaniel, everyone has struggles.”
“Still?”
“Yes,” he said. “Still. Granted, they’re different now.”
I sighed, more from relief than anything. What I was experiencing was normal. Abby and I were going to be fine. It would just take time to work through everything.
“What are your plans for tomorrow?” he asked.
“I’m trying to decide if I should ask her to sleep over tomorrow night,” I said, mulling the idea over in my head. Abby had spent Thursday night with me, and I wasn’t sure she’d want to stay over until Monday.
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” he said.
“Why?”
“You’re new to this dual relationship,” he explained. “And, to be honest, I see Abby being able to handle it better than you will. But you.” He hesitated. “I think you may have some emotions to work through tomorrow night. I don’t know if having her in the house when you come down from this weekend would be the best idea.”
I hadn’t thought about that, but he was probably right. I’d need time to work through for myself how the weekend had gone, even after I discussed it with her. Maybe it would be better for me to work it out alone.
After all, we still had Monday night. And Tuesday night. And Wednesday night . . .
Sam’s cries broke
Share Abby?
I tried to imagine another man putting his hands on her. Another man sliding his fingers into her hair. Another man’s lips on hers.
Never.
“I don’t share,” I said in an almost growl.
“Pity,” he said. “The four of us—”
“Regardless,” I interrupted. “It’s a hard limit for Abby.” I knew sharing had never been a problem for Paul or Christine. I was fine with that. It just didn’t work for me.
“In that case, maybe we can play for the two of you?” he asked. “Maybe something Abby has listed as a soft limit? Christine gets off on being watched, and we both need some playroom time.”
I thought for a few seconds. “Sounds good. Let me talk with Abby.”
We spoke about the weekend so far.
“How did the punishments go?” he asked, when I brought up their necessity.
“Hard,” I answered honestly. “For both of us. She was upset, and seeing that upset me and . . .”
“You questioned whether you were doing the right thing,” he finished.
“I don’t remember it being as hard with the others.”
“Your previous submissives?” he asked.
“Right,” I said. “I don’t remember feeling this way.”
“I remember,” he said, a hint of tease in his voice.
“What?”
“When you called me after you punished Beth for the first time.”
“Beth?” I tried to remember. “That was ages ago.”
“And you were upset then, much as you are now,” he said. “Maybe even more.”
I wished I remembered. Beth seemed like such a long time ago, so very far removed from where I was now.
“Since you don’t remember the incident, you probably don’t remember what I told you,” he said.
“Hell, Paul,” I said. “Just get on with it.”
“It’s completely normal for you to have a hard time causing someone pain, even in the type of relationship you’re in,” he said. “If you found it easy, that’s when I’d be worried.”
“I know, but—” I started.
“No buts,” he said. “Most doms I know experience the same thing.”
“How did it go for you and Christine?” I asked. “On your first weekend after you started seeing each other romantically?”
“Christine and I were different from you and Abby,” he said. “We went into a twenty-four-hour, seven-days-a-week relationship.”
“I thought that was before you started dating,” I said.
“No, it was after.”
“Huh,” I said, trying to imagine living that kind of lifestyle with Abby. “How long did that last?”
“A few months,” he answered. “It didn’t work for us. Too difficult.” I heard the smile in his voice. “So you see, Nathaniel, everyone has struggles.”
“Still?”
“Yes,” he said. “Still. Granted, they’re different now.”
I sighed, more from relief than anything. What I was experiencing was normal. Abby and I were going to be fine. It would just take time to work through everything.
“What are your plans for tomorrow?” he asked.
“I’m trying to decide if I should ask her to sleep over tomorrow night,” I said, mulling the idea over in my head. Abby had spent Thursday night with me, and I wasn’t sure she’d want to stay over until Monday.
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” he said.
“Why?”
“You’re new to this dual relationship,” he explained. “And, to be honest, I see Abby being able to handle it better than you will. But you.” He hesitated. “I think you may have some emotions to work through tomorrow night. I don’t know if having her in the house when you come down from this weekend would be the best idea.”
I hadn’t thought about that, but he was probably right. I’d need time to work through for myself how the weekend had gone, even after I discussed it with her. Maybe it would be better for me to work it out alone.
After all, we still had Monday night. And Tuesday night. And Wednesday night . . .
Sam’s cries broke
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