2 posts tagged “the other man”

Continued from here - but just a little, it's kind of late here.  I just want to keep moving on this story.

Turns out there'd been the occasional discussion between Nick and Master as well.  The same subject, of course, but about it from my Master's point of view.

I came home from work on Friday afternoon; the first hint of something unusual was that there was an extra car.  Nick's.  Which I hadn't expected; remember, at that stage, I thought Nick and my Master hardly knew each other.  I came in, and found them sitting in the living room, talking.

There's a usual protocol we have at home.  Master's hardly the strictest dominant in the world, but there are a few rules for me to follow.  Usually on returning home, I kneel at his side and wait for him to acknowledge me; it's a way of slipping back into that submissive, slave role after being out in the world.  But today - I was uncertain of how to act.

"As usual, little one," Master said tranquilly.  "Kneel."

I did; I can't help but obey.  Nick watched, his head slightly tilted to one side.

"It's not usual for her to have to perform in front of others who aren't in the scene," Master explains.  "She doesn't usually hesitate when it's just the two of us, or in front of other dominants or submissives.  When she understands what's happening, she'll obey you as readily as she does me."

What?

"You've been talking with Nick for some time now, little one, and so have I," Master says.  "He's expressed an interest in learning more - with the emphasis on practical learning, you might say."

My breath stops in my throat.

"I'm handing you over to him; he'll take you to Whiplash tonight.  Until he returns you to me, you'll obey him as you do me, do you understand?"

Mouth dry with shock, I nod.  He hasn't asked me, but only because he knows the answer I'd give; he knows the interest I have in Nick, knows I trust him.  Master's obviously come to trust him as well; he'd never hand me over to him unsupervised like this without that trust.  He's shared me before; both men and women at various times, and we've both enjoyed the thrill, so there's some history there.  But, before now, he's always been there to take part or watch...not this time.

"I have to ask something," Nick says to Master, and I look at him sharply; is that a little unsteadiness in his voice?  Very likely he's even less at ease than I am at the moment.  I have experience in kink, but he doesn't; I've done things like this before, he hasn't.  "I can't do this without asking, are you all right with this?" He's speaking to me now.  "If you're not, say so--"

I nod, but shakily.

"I've explained your safewords and limits," Master says.  "There's a bag packed for you; it's on the bed.  Go and get it, and then come back here."

...more later...

There's a man I know; Nick.  He's a nice guy, a friend of mine.  He knows my Master, but only at a distance, through me, and they've just met a few times.  My Master knows I have something of an attraction to him, in addition to the friendship; I don't hide it.  I'm a rotten liar for one thing, and Master knows me, knows what catches my attention, for another.  He knew within about ten seconds of meeting Nick for the first time that he was my type.

Nick's a cop, for one thing.  It's not the handcuffs, I swear; it's just that I have a strong attraction to alpha males, and he's certainly that, an alpha male.  He's older than me by ten, twelve years; he's very tall, six and a half feet, whereas I'm short and petite, only five-three.  Physically larger and stronger than me.  And his voice; he's quietly spoken but still authoritative.  There's something calm and steady about him.

Nick is well aware of my tendencies; I made one too many jokes about handcuffs around him, and one day, when there was nobody else around, he asked me about it.  Serious questions, no judgement; he wanted to know why I like pain and humiliation, why I need to submit.  We've been talking, in abstract terms, for about six months and, just as he's aware of my attraction for Nick, Master's aware of these conversations as well.  He doesn't mind; he knows they're serious discussions, not flirtations in disguise.

Turns out there'd been the occasional discussion between Nick and Master as well...

[Note: this is a truncated post because I have to go cook dinner and Vox doesn't allow you to save drafts.  So you'll just have to wait a few hours or a few days until the next part goes up.  Oh, and it is fiction; some basis in fact, in that there's someone who's not my husband/Master I do have a bit of a crush on, but his name's not Nick.  That name's actually a bit of a personal joke.  More later - must go cook dinner.]

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