Tale of a Dominant – Part One

05 Oct

She is perched at the bar next to him.

She crosses her legs on the high stool. He appreciates the muscle in her thigh, and the pronounced shape of her calf.

‘You don’t mind if I ask you some questions?’

They both know he will enjoy answering. It is a part of teaching. And he would like to tutor her in many ways. So he nods.

‘When did you know that you were … the way you are?’

He raises an eyebrow and smiles. ‘The way I am?’

‘You know…  … a Dominant’.  She doesn’t know why the word sounds utterly ridiculous and yet still sends a small shiver down her spine.

‘Ah. That.’  He is dismissive.

‘Are you not one?’

‘It has become such a cliché. I hate to be a cliché. That awful book … ‘

‘Fifty Shades?’

He raises his eyes and shakes his head, indicating disapproval. There is a silence. He begins to write spidery words on a single piece of paper with a fat Mont Blanc fountain pen. The ink is midnight blue. She cannot read them, although she tries.

‘Shall we just use Dominant as a label?’  She asks. Then after a few seconds. ‘After all, you do.’

There is an imperceptible shrug of his shoulders and a slight upwards curl of his lips. She takes it as assent.

‘So when did you know?’

He considers her question, his pen no longer at work.

‘I would say I always knew,’ he answers at last. ‘Certainly it has been with me for as long as I can remember. But I couldn’t define exactly what that ache was for a long time.’
He pauses.   ‘I have always adored women. Worshipped them. The female form has always thrilled me. And the feminine mind.’

‘Is adoration important?’

‘Of course.’   He says it with absolute conviction. ‘It is adoration that makes me want to unwrap a woman slowly, body and soul. To explore every inch of her. To give her pleasure and pain. To have her in my power. To enjoy her completely. To possess her.

He moves his long slender hands as speaks. He is aware of her staring. He picks up his wine glass with his left hand. There is a simple wedding ring on his third finger.  It surprises her somehow. She makes a mental note to ask about it later.

‘There must have been a first? Your first D/s experience?’

He laughs. She likes the sound.  She inexplicably feels that she wants to make him laugh.

‘The very first? He asks her, raising an eyebrow,

She nods.

Then that’s easy. It was Julie. She was fourteen and lived in the house next door.

The woman is shocked and her face pales.

He gives a wicked grin.

‘She was in the same year as me, but at the girl’s school. I stripped her naked and tied her up one afternoon in her father’s garden shed. Among the power tools and the nails and screws, the lawnmower and the old paint cans. I laid her on the big wooden workbench. I seem to remember I tortured her very gently with a soft wire brush.’

The woman appears shocked but he knows she is fascinated.

‘Julie enjoyed it. It became a regular event. Until her mother caught us.’
He smiles at the memory.  ‘But she is a different story.’

There is a long silence. The words spill from the nib of his pen in dark blue, almost black ink.. She watches them materialise, unreadable, on the page.

‘Have you ever been tied?’ He asks suddenly.

The woman shakes her head and gulps a mouthful of wine. She tries to avoid his eyes, until she feels compelled to look up. They meet his and something strange happens between them.

He tightens the cap on his pen and hands her the paper.

She blushes when she reads what he has written, a hand fluttering to her throat.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I originally wrote this in September 2013. It was an idea for a book based upon a similar true event, which I eventually never wrote. I penned and posted a short Part Two, and finished it at that point. Perhaps it would have been worth continuing ….


Posted by on October 5, 2019 in D/s, Erotica, Poetry, Still Life


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17 responses to “Tale of a Dominant – Part One

  1. DanaR

    October 5, 2019 at 2:18 pm

    Never too late to continue.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Dale

    October 5, 2019 at 2:28 pm

    Love this. Did you ever see “The Secret Sex Life of a Single Mom”? A Dom I know suggested this as a better depiction of the genre…

    Liked by 2 people

    • Romantic Dominant

      October 5, 2019 at 3:37 pm

      No, I have never seen it. Perhaps surprisingly I watch very little erotica (of any description). It almost always lacks credibility.

      Liked by 1 person

      • Dale

        October 5, 2019 at 3:43 pm

        That’s just it. It isn’t erotica but it is definitely a glimpse into the Dom/sub word – worth a watch. Based on the woman’s book. (You can catch it on YouTube.)

        Liked by 1 person

  3. CuteFaceAI

    October 5, 2019 at 4:05 pm

    Please consider writing the book – I’m very patient 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  4. patti o'malley (@OzoneparkPatti)

    October 5, 2019 at 9:20 pm

    It’s not fair to tease and intrigue without delivering..please write the book. Or, at the very least a second chapter..

    Liked by 1 person

    • Romantic Dominant

      October 5, 2019 at 11:07 pm

      Smiles. Life is seldom fair. Though I will post Part Two tomorrow.


  5. libbyhyett

    October 6, 2019 at 3:33 am

    Please continue

    I honour and respect the traditional custodians of this land


    Libby Hyett Studio Gallery Shop 8/168 George Street Windsor, NSW, 2756 AUSTRALIA

    On Sat, 5 Oct. 2019, 11:19 pm A Faded Romantic’s Notebook, wrote:

    > Romantic Dominant posted: ” She is perched at the bar next to him. She > crosses her legs on the high stool. He appreciates the muscle in her thigh, > and the pronounced shape of her calf. ‘You don’t mind if I ask you some > questions?’ They both know he will enjoy answering.” >

    Liked by 1 person

  6. therebelliousangel

    October 9, 2019 at 8:11 pm

    Please do continue… should the fancy strike you.

    Liked by 1 person


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