Waiting Chapter One
Waiting:
Chapter One
By Rod Kackley
from the St. Isidore Collection
Sometimes Things Break
Anne should be walking through the basement door any minute now.
Anne would find Adam where she had told him to be, waiting in the corner of her basement. Hands against the cold wall. Feet spread shoulder width apart. Eyes closed. No blindfold. Nothing.
Totally submissive. Totally vulnerable.
Totally waiting for Anne.
Not knowing what would happen when Anne came downstairs, but knowing everything that would happen would be what she wanted.
Adam, too.
Such is the life of a submissive, even a part-time submissive. A submissive who never tops from the bottom, but who knows the one who dominates him would never really hurt him.
Much.
“Until you have given yourself up totally to me, you can never been totally free,” Anne told him once when their relationship was just beginning.Those were the days when he would resist.
Those were the days when all of his misconceptions about himself, about her, about what they were doing, all the fears, all of the angst, all of everything that held him back was still holding him back, blocking his plans, his hopes, his dreams and even his fears.
After the first time, Adam vowed never to do it again, to never, ever see Anne again. To hide in his house when she left hers.
Then there was the second time, and a third and a fourth and so on.
Then, Adam joined the St. Isidore Spanking Society.
Even though they were sharing beds in each others’ homes on a very regular basis, whenever he saw Anne his heart still raced. Its beat took him back to the place that he needed to be. The place that he had to be. The place that..well...the place where Adam knew he always should have been.
“When did you know?” Anne asked him once when they were laying naked together in bed, which by the way was one of Adam’s favorite times. They would lay naked. Cuddle. She would do the cuddling, he would be cuddled. It felt so damn good, so damn right after one of their “sessions,” as Anne called them.
“When did I know?”
“You know what I mean. Don’t be coy,” Anne said as she slapped his bare bottom that was still red from the paddle and belt.
Adam on his stomach, Anne on her side, her head on her left hand, her right hand caressing Adam’s back one minute, her fingertips following the scratch marks she had left on his back, the next.
“Tell me,” she said with a harder slap. “When did you know that you needed to be spanked?”
This was tough for Adam. He was not able to let go. Anne knew he had to.
Spank
“Now say it. Tell me when you knew.”
Slap
“First grade,” he said. “We had a teacher, a woman, who gave each kid a birthday spanking on his or her birthday.”
She would put the little girl or boy over her lap and give them a birthday spanking in front of the whole class”
“You’re kidding,” Anne said. It was a little hard to believe for even someone with her years in the dominatrix arena, but Adam turned his face to hers and she knew it was true.
“Wow. Incredible.”
It was for me,” Adam agreed. “I couldn’t wait for my birthday.”
“Oh my God. Was it everything you expected?”
“Funny thing is, It was over so fast I didn’t even know she had spanked me. Didn’t feel a single spank,” he said. “But I will never forget looking at the class, my friends, as I went over her lap.”
“Disappointed?”
“You’re kidding, right?”
And so Adam waited. He waited for Anne, the one to whom he had finally, totally submitted and promised to never submit to another, unless she approved or better put, ordered.
That happened. There were parties.
Adam was amazed to find there were so many people into this lifestyle — and a lifestyle it was, he discovered — so many people who “the others” would consider normal.
If they only knew.
“And we really are normal,” said Anne,”aren’t we? What is normal anyway? Why is it normal to take your hard cock and put it into a wet pussy rocking back and forth until you shoot this white bodily fluid into the other person?
Why is it normal for two human beings to put their mouths together tangling tongues and drinking each others’ saliva?
Who the fuck declared all of that to be normal?” she said.
“Who the fuck decided it was wrong to lick my toes but perfectly normal to suck my pussy from which I pee?”
So what is normal, Adam wondered as he stood naked, his feet shoulder length apart, palms of his hands against the cold cement basement wall, eyes closed, pecker coming to attention. Just what the fuck is normal?
Mary smiled. She was upstairs with, her new best friend, Anne. She was going to be Adam’s surprise. Mary was going to stretch his boundaries and expand his limits.
Mary knew what Adam was thinking. She had been there. She could hear his thoughts clear as a bell, and she know exactly how he felt.
“People say we are all the same,” Mary told Anne. “But we are not. We are all different. We are all unique, dead or alive, angel or demon, all are unique.”
So she didn’t know exactly what Adam was feeling at this bare assed, naked moment of anticipatory excitement. But she knew. You know?
Anticipation can be so delicious, she thought.
“That’s really the foreplay of what we do,” Anne told Adam when he expressed his amazement at how good it could feel to just wait.
Adam was there, in kind of a dream-like limbo land, where he was totally into the moment. Smelling concrete, feeling so naked, submissive and vulnerable.
Adam had been waiting years for this.
If only he had known.
Of course, this is just the beginning. For Chapter Two, please click here.
(c) 2014 Lyons Circle Publishing Inc.
Chapter One
By Rod Kackley
from the St. Isidore Collection
Sometimes Things Break
Anne should be walking through the basement door any minute now.
Anne would find Adam where she had told him to be, waiting in the corner of her basement. Hands against the cold wall. Feet spread shoulder width apart. Eyes closed. No blindfold. Nothing.
Totally submissive. Totally vulnerable.
Totally waiting for Anne.
Not knowing what would happen when Anne came downstairs, but knowing everything that would happen would be what she wanted.
Adam, too.
Such is the life of a submissive, even a part-time submissive. A submissive who never tops from the bottom, but who knows the one who dominates him would never really hurt him.
Much.
“Until you have given yourself up totally to me, you can never been totally free,” Anne told him once when their relationship was just beginning.Those were the days when he would resist.
Those were the days when all of his misconceptions about himself, about her, about what they were doing, all the fears, all of the angst, all of everything that held him back was still holding him back, blocking his plans, his hopes, his dreams and even his fears.
After the first time, Adam vowed never to do it again, to never, ever see Anne again. To hide in his house when she left hers.
Then there was the second time, and a third and a fourth and so on.
Then, Adam joined the St. Isidore Spanking Society.
Even though they were sharing beds in each others’ homes on a very regular basis, whenever he saw Anne his heart still raced. Its beat took him back to the place that he needed to be. The place that he had to be. The place that..well...the place where Adam knew he always should have been.
“When did you know?” Anne asked him once when they were laying naked together in bed, which by the way was one of Adam’s favorite times. They would lay naked. Cuddle. She would do the cuddling, he would be cuddled. It felt so damn good, so damn right after one of their “sessions,” as Anne called them.
“When did I know?”
“You know what I mean. Don’t be coy,” Anne said as she slapped his bare bottom that was still red from the paddle and belt.
Adam on his stomach, Anne on her side, her head on her left hand, her right hand caressing Adam’s back one minute, her fingertips following the scratch marks she had left on his back, the next.
“Tell me,” she said with a harder slap. “When did you know that you needed to be spanked?”
This was tough for Adam. He was not able to let go. Anne knew he had to.
Spank
“Now say it. Tell me when you knew.”
Slap
“First grade,” he said. “We had a teacher, a woman, who gave each kid a birthday spanking on his or her birthday.”
She would put the little girl or boy over her lap and give them a birthday spanking in front of the whole class”
“You’re kidding,” Anne said. It was a little hard to believe for even someone with her years in the dominatrix arena, but Adam turned his face to hers and she knew it was true.
“Wow. Incredible.”
It was for me,” Adam agreed. “I couldn’t wait for my birthday.”
“Oh my God. Was it everything you expected?”
“Funny thing is, It was over so fast I didn’t even know she had spanked me. Didn’t feel a single spank,” he said. “But I will never forget looking at the class, my friends, as I went over her lap.”
“Disappointed?”
“You’re kidding, right?”
And so Adam waited. He waited for Anne, the one to whom he had finally, totally submitted and promised to never submit to another, unless she approved or better put, ordered.
That happened. There were parties.
Adam was amazed to find there were so many people into this lifestyle — and a lifestyle it was, he discovered — so many people who “the others” would consider normal.
If they only knew.
“And we really are normal,” said Anne,”aren’t we? What is normal anyway? Why is it normal to take your hard cock and put it into a wet pussy rocking back and forth until you shoot this white bodily fluid into the other person?
Why is it normal for two human beings to put their mouths together tangling tongues and drinking each others’ saliva?
Who the fuck declared all of that to be normal?” she said.
“Who the fuck decided it was wrong to lick my toes but perfectly normal to suck my pussy from which I pee?”
So what is normal, Adam wondered as he stood naked, his feet shoulder length apart, palms of his hands against the cold cement basement wall, eyes closed, pecker coming to attention. Just what the fuck is normal?
Mary smiled. She was upstairs with, her new best friend, Anne. She was going to be Adam’s surprise. Mary was going to stretch his boundaries and expand his limits.
Mary knew what Adam was thinking. She had been there. She could hear his thoughts clear as a bell, and she know exactly how he felt.
“People say we are all the same,” Mary told Anne. “But we are not. We are all different. We are all unique, dead or alive, angel or demon, all are unique.”
So she didn’t know exactly what Adam was feeling at this bare assed, naked moment of anticipatory excitement. But she knew. You know?
Anticipation can be so delicious, she thought.
“That’s really the foreplay of what we do,” Anne told Adam when he expressed his amazement at how good it could feel to just wait.
Adam was there, in kind of a dream-like limbo land, where he was totally into the moment. Smelling concrete, feeling so naked, submissive and vulnerable.
Adam had been waiting years for this.
If only he had known.
Of course, this is just the beginning. For Chapter Two, please click here.
(c) 2014 Lyons Circle Publishing Inc.
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