Page 7 of Under His Command

They found in one another what they hadn’t realized they’d been searching for. Jules getting the dominant master she hadn’t known she needed, while Colt uncovered the deeply submissive woman inside her, one he could nurture, care for, and love. They weren’t 24/7. Still, she liked more control than a bedroom-only sub and Colt enjoyed giving it; they were perfect for each other. So much so, they married a year later.

Cassie’s introduction into the lifestyle hadn’t been nearly as inspiring, nor had it read like an erotic romance. Interested in finding what her friends had, she tagged along with them to BDSM clubs occasionally and been their third wheel at play parties, exploring with a few doms here and there. It was fun, but no one excited her or made her feel weak in the knees, the way she’d always imagined it would be.

Then she got the wild idea she needed to immerse herself in the lifestyle, to learn at the knee of an experienced dominant—or more accurately, over it. The summer before grad school, she’d spent three months with an older dom—defined as forty-two to her young mind at the time—who enjoyed training new submissives. He wasn’t looking for a permanence and they never even had sex, but she learned a lot. In particular, what she wanted asa submissive.

She didn’t want casual or a torrid fling. Cassie wanted the real deal: love, marriage, a family, and she wanted her husband to dominate her sexually. A little bleed-over into real life, in a protective, alpha way, as Colt did with Jules, which she found incredibly sexy, would be perfect.

In the years that followed, despite traveling different paths, they stayed close. Jules earned her degree in exercise science and had become a personal trainer, keeping busy with high-profile clients in the LA area. She would call on her for company and support while Colt was on assignment overseas, which was often. Cassie had gone on to Stanford, turning her focus on her studies instead of her disappointing love life. During that time, she withdrew from the lifestyle altogether. Her friends hadn’t given up on her, though, especially Jules.

“Honey, you’ve been out of the scene forever,” she said into the long silence. “Don’t you miss playing? Colt knows this nice, easy dom. He would be ideal to help you get your feet wet again.”

The thought of playing with a stranger, easy or not, didn’t appeal to her. And she had too much on her plate with a new job to begin exploring in her personal life. As she’d often done in the past, she put her off.

“I’ll be working through the weekend. It takes two of us a full week to get a new lab up and running. It’s just me, remember?”

“Yes, thanks to Gary What’s-his-name’s rotten gallbladder. But I want you to remember something, too.”

Cassie groaned. Her friend was persistent, like a dog with a bone, a trait which had earned her many punishments over the years. “I’m almost afraid to ask.”

“All work and no play, not to mention only self-induced orgasms, will make Cassie a frustrated submissive.”

Ignoring the comment about masturbation, the only source of orgasms she’d had in a very long time, Cassie addressed what else she’d said. “I don’t know if that’s who I am anymore.”

“Don’t say that. You’re just rusty.”

“And alone. You have Colt, but try to remember how hard it was dating. Finding the right guy is tough. Finding one who is also BDSM inclined is next to impossible. I never got the hang of working into a get-to-know-you conversation, along with career, family, and what movies and music I like, that I also get off on being tied up during sex, dominated, and spanked to climax. It’s rather nerve-wracking. They either laugh, assuming I’m joking, or think I’m a freak.”

“That’s why you should let Colt set you up with someone.”

“Now isn’t a good time. I’ve got enough on my mind with work, finding my way in a new city, unpacking, and my car needs service. It’s still making that awful noise.”

“You’re stressed, which is why you need a good flogging and fucking. It will help you relax.”

She rolled her eyes. So said the collared submissive, getting it regularly from her dom husband who was only a pillow away when she went to bed at night.

A car door slammed nearby. Cassie glanced at the clock on the dash. 8:57.

Crap! She was going to be late after getting there fifteen minutes early.

“I’ve got to go,” she squeaked. “I can’t be late for my meeting with the base commander on day one.”

“We’ll talk more about this later,” Jules replied, which was as good as a warning.

Focused on gathering up what she needed and getting inside, she didn’t have time to argue.

“I really gotta go.”

“Okay, Cass. Knock ’em dead,” Jules, her always cheerleader, urged. “Call me tonight and tell me all about it.”

---