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| Site contents Copyright © 2005-2015 Bridget Midway All Rights Reserved |
"Hot Game"
Jackson watched the woman who he thought he knew, who he thought had shown all of herself to him. From the
fire in her response, he gathered that Zennifer’s upbringing and life had to have been hard. It made him wonder
where this passion had been when they were together initially. No matter what, his instincts remained.
“To be honest, had I really evaluated you and the dynamics of our relationship, I would have seen that you
really wanted to be a submissive.” Jackson leaned back against the couch while Zennifer shot him daggers from
her glare.
“Excuse me? There is nothing submissive about me. People rely on my leadership abilities at work. My mother
leaned on me during my father’s funeral. I’m no shrinking violet.”
He liked her strength, her self-confidence. “You’re assuming again. You think being a submissive means you
have no voice, that you’re weak and meek.” Jackson shook his head. “As a submissive, you really have a lot of
power.”
Zennifer’s face softened as she regarded him. “What do you mean?”
Jackson smiled when she nibbled at his bait again. He counted on her thirst to learn when he decided to open
up to her now. He strolled into the small kitchen. On the counter sat a pad of the hotel’s stationary and a pen.
He grabbed both items and returned to her. “A good Dominant/submissive relationship has a contract.”
“A contract? Really?”
He nodded. “It details things you will and won’t do within play. For example, if you say you don’t want to be
whipped, I wouldn’t whip you. But if you said you like spankings, I would do that. Although I decide when and if
we play, within play, you decide how much or how little you want. You see BDSM is all about sensations, not just
pain.”
“Sensations?”
Jackson nodded. “People assume it’s about pain because TV shows show the extreme of a small part of it. Not
every submissive gets whipped with chains on fire. Some like to be tickled or have a feather over their naked
bodies or just to hear some commands. I once knew a quadriplegic Dom who could get his submissive to have
an orgasm by simply saying a few key phrases.”
“So it’s not all about pain or being taken against your will.”
“It is only if you want it to be. Some subs like harder sensations like the chains and the whips and kicks to the
groin. Some subs and slaves like to have their Doms or Dommes kidnap them and torture them in an agreed
upon way. Maybe after they’re kidnapped, they’re made to clean a house, or maybe they’re strapped down to a
chair and interrogated. Whatever turns them on. Plus during play, you regulate it. Have you heard of safe
words?”
Zennifer didn’t move.
“Safe words are words or phrases a submissive will use to either keep the play going, slow it down or stop it all
together. That’s what I mean by you having the power. It’s like that kiss from our first date. You told me that you
wanted it. I wasn’t going to force myself on you.”
Her gaze dropped down to his hands. “So this contract, what would it contain?”
Jackson smiled. He could really freak her out now. He could propose acts that would turn her off completely.
With it being on paper, he would have something to hold over her head. “First of all, it would name us as the
participants.” He started writing. “Dominant Jackson Duke operating as Master Jax.” He glanced at her after
revealing his scene name. “Submissive Zennifer Morse operating as –” He glanced at her. “Zen.”
“Do submissives normally use their real name when they, um, play?” She allowed her purse strap to fall from
her shoulder.
With it, Jackson saw her defenses crumbling. “It depends. If you don’t like that, you can be called something
else.”
“No. It’s okay. I mean, we’re just talking. This isn’t going to happen.”
Jackson tapped the pen against the paper. “If it were to happen, what would you like?” He looked over his
shoulder at the saw horse. “Would you like to be strapped to the horse?”
“If you did that, what would you do? Spank me?”
“Yes, or flog or paddle you. Is that something you would like?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. No. Maybe. I don’t know how I would feel about that.”
“That can be added as a conditional addendum. Remember, with safe words you control me.”
She nodded. “I like the idea of the feather.”
Jackson wrote that down. “How about being blindfolded? Would that bother you?”
When she remained quiet, he explained the dynamics of the relationship even more.
“To be within a D/s relationship, trust is very important. You would have to trust that I would never do anything
to put you in harm’s way. In turn, you have to allow me to do what I do best.”
Zennifer nodded. “Blindfolding would be okay.”
“I think you would like wax play.” Before he wrote it on the paper, he regarded her to see her reaction.
“Would it hurt?”
He could have lied to her and made it seem like wax play would sear her skin off her bones. Instead he said,
“Not the way I do it.” Jackson named off a few more play scenes from caning to nipple play and rope play.
By the time he finished, he had a full two pages of items listed. He showed Zennifer what he had written.
“And this is how it’s done?” She scanned the papers.
“Actually it’s a bit more formal. The parties would meet at a neutral place like a park or a coffee shop. The
contract would be typed. I’ve known of some people who go as far as getting their contracts notarized.”
“Are you serious?”
“Very.”
She continued reading. At the end, she glanced up at him. “There’s something here about aftercare. Does that
mean sex?”
Jackson felt his face go tight. “No. Although there’s a lot of nudity and sensual sensations within play, not all
BDSM relationships contain sex. Case in point, me and my trips here. I never had sex with the women I played
with when I came here.”
Jackson wanted to reveal that he didn’t care one lick about them like he had cared about her while they dated.
He stopped talking when Zennifer brought her gaze up to his. Shit. He’d almost slipped and exposed himself.
“Aftercare is when a Dom takes his submissive and holds her or him and explains what just happened between
the two of them. Dominants need this as much as the submissive so that they don’t feel like a bad person for
inflicting this treatment. It’s a nurturing expression.”
“What would I get out of a relationship like this?” She placed the pad on the coffee table in front of them.
“Peace. Relaxation.”
She laughed. “You’re joking.”
“I get the impression that you’ve carried a lot of people on your back for years. Your family. Your colleagues.
Your boss. Everyone runs to you to take care of things. During play, I take the responsibility from you. I would
tell you what to do and when to do it. The only thing you have to decide is what feels good.”
The simple explanation must have registered to Zennifer. Her face relaxed.
“I’m glad I didn’t say anything to you back then. I don’t think you could handle it then.” He studied her.
Zennifer chewed on her lower lip. “But I could have said yes.”
“Would you?” Now Jackson wanted to know. He no longer cared about scaring her. The need inside of him
ached to know if he had made a mistake two years ago.
“What?”
“Said yes.” Jackson’s wheels spun as he weaved his offer. “We wouldn’t have to be in a full-fledged
relationship. We would just have the play between us if that’s what you wanted.” Having her agreeable would be
all that he needed. “It would be a way to ease both of our tensions. After the play and the aftercare, you can go
on your way and I’ll go mine. We could even date other people.” He’d proposed the plan, but knew Zennifer
wouldn’t go for it. “I can tell you would do well in this type of relationship.” He pointed to her wrist. “You like to
cinch in your wristband when you feel tense. And your belt. You like the sensation. I can give that to you on a
broader scale.”
Zennifer covered her watch with her hand. “That’s crazy. That’s not why I do it. I –” She stared at him, unable to
speak for a moment. “I can’t believe I’m actually considering this.”
Jackson smiled. He had her. Now he wanted to kick himself for not approaching her two years ago. He didn’t
know. He didn’t see the signs then like he did now.
“Nothing will happen unless you want it.” He held up his hands. “On my honor, I will not touch you until you tell
me to. If you’ve noticed, I haven’t touched you at all since I’ve been here.”
He watched her exhale.
“Okay.”
“Okay, what?”
“Let’s do this.” She picked up the pad again. “Do we have to sign it?”
Christ, Jackson never thought Zennifer would actually go for this plan. Now he had to adjust his strategy. To
protect himself, he would have to show her just how hard of a Dom he could be. Since seeing the toys and
hearing the acts didn’t frighten her, he would have show her that with him, she couldn’t be tough. He could
break her.
Jackson nodded and pointed at their contract. “Yes, at the bottom.”
After a beat, Zennifer signed the form then handed it to Jackson who did the same.
“Would you like a copy? I have a copier in the office here.”
“Um, no. Well, yes.”
Jackson stood before she could change her mind again. “Make yourself at home. I’ll be right back.”
He stepped into the office and shot off a copy for Zennifer. His skin tingled thinking about the implications of
what would happen. He would be dominating Zennifer. Touching her body, bringing her to orgasm, so long as
she lasts that long. Although she appeared eager to be engaged in this type of relationship, she had yet to do
some actual play. Actual play would really test her and, maybe, push her.
When he came back to the room, he found her wandering around the kitchen with a clear beverage in her
hand. Jackson should have told her as a submissive to remain seated.
“We didn’t decide on the coverage terms,” she said and placed her glass on the counter. “I think we should only
do this here during the conference period.”
Jackson handed her a copy. “Just a week? What happens after that?”
Zennifer shrugged. “We can decide that afterward. I may not like it. Or I may not like it from you.”
Jackson blinked. “Really? Okay. That’s fair.”
Zennifer folded the paper and tucked it in her purse.
“You know you never really answered me about your room situation. This is a two-bedroom suite. You’re more
than welcome to stay here.”
Zennifer shook her head. Before she could say the word “no” Jackson barreled on with his argument.
“There is a key for that door. I’ll give you the key. I have an extra key to get up to the room. You would need it
for the private elevator. Our companies can split the cost.” Jackson hoped by posing the offer in the most
business-like way that she would go for it.
From the way Zennifer shook her head, Jackson had his answer without her saying a word.
“My boss wouldn’t go for an arrangement like that. You’re our client. Plus, it wouldn’t look appropriate to our
other clients attending this event.”
“Zennifer.” Jackson waited until she gave him her full attention. “I could care less what other people think.” He
headed toward the other playroom, the vanilla one. “Considering you’re here right now, I would have thought
you would have felt the same way too.”
Zennifer cleared her throat. “I’m starting to think that I made a mistake in coming here.” She hiked her purse
onto her shoulder. “Thank you for showing me around and telling me the truth. I think I should be –”
“You can’t leave until you play.” Jackson grabbed the doorknob to the other room. “Are you game?”
~ ~ ~
Copyright © 2014 by Bridget Midway. All rights reserved.
fire in her response, he gathered that Zennifer’s upbringing and life had to have been hard. It made him wonder
where this passion had been when they were together initially. No matter what, his instincts remained.
“To be honest, had I really evaluated you and the dynamics of our relationship, I would have seen that you
really wanted to be a submissive.” Jackson leaned back against the couch while Zennifer shot him daggers from
her glare.
“Excuse me? There is nothing submissive about me. People rely on my leadership abilities at work. My mother
leaned on me during my father’s funeral. I’m no shrinking violet.”
He liked her strength, her self-confidence. “You’re assuming again. You think being a submissive means you
have no voice, that you’re weak and meek.” Jackson shook his head. “As a submissive, you really have a lot of
power.”
Zennifer’s face softened as she regarded him. “What do you mean?”
Jackson smiled when she nibbled at his bait again. He counted on her thirst to learn when he decided to open
up to her now. He strolled into the small kitchen. On the counter sat a pad of the hotel’s stationary and a pen.
He grabbed both items and returned to her. “A good Dominant/submissive relationship has a contract.”
“A contract? Really?”
He nodded. “It details things you will and won’t do within play. For example, if you say you don’t want to be
whipped, I wouldn’t whip you. But if you said you like spankings, I would do that. Although I decide when and if
we play, within play, you decide how much or how little you want. You see BDSM is all about sensations, not just
pain.”
“Sensations?”
Jackson nodded. “People assume it’s about pain because TV shows show the extreme of a small part of it. Not
every submissive gets whipped with chains on fire. Some like to be tickled or have a feather over their naked
bodies or just to hear some commands. I once knew a quadriplegic Dom who could get his submissive to have
an orgasm by simply saying a few key phrases.”
“So it’s not all about pain or being taken against your will.”
“It is only if you want it to be. Some subs like harder sensations like the chains and the whips and kicks to the
groin. Some subs and slaves like to have their Doms or Dommes kidnap them and torture them in an agreed
upon way. Maybe after they’re kidnapped, they’re made to clean a house, or maybe they’re strapped down to a
chair and interrogated. Whatever turns them on. Plus during play, you regulate it. Have you heard of safe
words?”
Zennifer didn’t move.
“Safe words are words or phrases a submissive will use to either keep the play going, slow it down or stop it all
together. That’s what I mean by you having the power. It’s like that kiss from our first date. You told me that you
wanted it. I wasn’t going to force myself on you.”
Her gaze dropped down to his hands. “So this contract, what would it contain?”
Jackson smiled. He could really freak her out now. He could propose acts that would turn her off completely.
With it being on paper, he would have something to hold over her head. “First of all, it would name us as the
participants.” He started writing. “Dominant Jackson Duke operating as Master Jax.” He glanced at her after
revealing his scene name. “Submissive Zennifer Morse operating as –” He glanced at her. “Zen.”
“Do submissives normally use their real name when they, um, play?” She allowed her purse strap to fall from
her shoulder.
With it, Jackson saw her defenses crumbling. “It depends. If you don’t like that, you can be called something
else.”
“No. It’s okay. I mean, we’re just talking. This isn’t going to happen.”
Jackson tapped the pen against the paper. “If it were to happen, what would you like?” He looked over his
shoulder at the saw horse. “Would you like to be strapped to the horse?”
“If you did that, what would you do? Spank me?”
“Yes, or flog or paddle you. Is that something you would like?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. No. Maybe. I don’t know how I would feel about that.”
“That can be added as a conditional addendum. Remember, with safe words you control me.”
She nodded. “I like the idea of the feather.”
Jackson wrote that down. “How about being blindfolded? Would that bother you?”
When she remained quiet, he explained the dynamics of the relationship even more.
“To be within a D/s relationship, trust is very important. You would have to trust that I would never do anything
to put you in harm’s way. In turn, you have to allow me to do what I do best.”
Zennifer nodded. “Blindfolding would be okay.”
“I think you would like wax play.” Before he wrote it on the paper, he regarded her to see her reaction.
“Would it hurt?”
He could have lied to her and made it seem like wax play would sear her skin off her bones. Instead he said,
“Not the way I do it.” Jackson named off a few more play scenes from caning to nipple play and rope play.
By the time he finished, he had a full two pages of items listed. He showed Zennifer what he had written.
“And this is how it’s done?” She scanned the papers.
“Actually it’s a bit more formal. The parties would meet at a neutral place like a park or a coffee shop. The
contract would be typed. I’ve known of some people who go as far as getting their contracts notarized.”
“Are you serious?”
“Very.”
She continued reading. At the end, she glanced up at him. “There’s something here about aftercare. Does that
mean sex?”
Jackson felt his face go tight. “No. Although there’s a lot of nudity and sensual sensations within play, not all
BDSM relationships contain sex. Case in point, me and my trips here. I never had sex with the women I played
with when I came here.”
Jackson wanted to reveal that he didn’t care one lick about them like he had cared about her while they dated.
He stopped talking when Zennifer brought her gaze up to his. Shit. He’d almost slipped and exposed himself.
“Aftercare is when a Dom takes his submissive and holds her or him and explains what just happened between
the two of them. Dominants need this as much as the submissive so that they don’t feel like a bad person for
inflicting this treatment. It’s a nurturing expression.”
“What would I get out of a relationship like this?” She placed the pad on the coffee table in front of them.
“Peace. Relaxation.”
She laughed. “You’re joking.”
“I get the impression that you’ve carried a lot of people on your back for years. Your family. Your colleagues.
Your boss. Everyone runs to you to take care of things. During play, I take the responsibility from you. I would
tell you what to do and when to do it. The only thing you have to decide is what feels good.”
The simple explanation must have registered to Zennifer. Her face relaxed.
“I’m glad I didn’t say anything to you back then. I don’t think you could handle it then.” He studied her.
Zennifer chewed on her lower lip. “But I could have said yes.”
“Would you?” Now Jackson wanted to know. He no longer cared about scaring her. The need inside of him
ached to know if he had made a mistake two years ago.
“What?”
“Said yes.” Jackson’s wheels spun as he weaved his offer. “We wouldn’t have to be in a full-fledged
relationship. We would just have the play between us if that’s what you wanted.” Having her agreeable would be
all that he needed. “It would be a way to ease both of our tensions. After the play and the aftercare, you can go
on your way and I’ll go mine. We could even date other people.” He’d proposed the plan, but knew Zennifer
wouldn’t go for it. “I can tell you would do well in this type of relationship.” He pointed to her wrist. “You like to
cinch in your wristband when you feel tense. And your belt. You like the sensation. I can give that to you on a
broader scale.”
Zennifer covered her watch with her hand. “That’s crazy. That’s not why I do it. I –” She stared at him, unable to
speak for a moment. “I can’t believe I’m actually considering this.”
Jackson smiled. He had her. Now he wanted to kick himself for not approaching her two years ago. He didn’t
know. He didn’t see the signs then like he did now.
“Nothing will happen unless you want it.” He held up his hands. “On my honor, I will not touch you until you tell
me to. If you’ve noticed, I haven’t touched you at all since I’ve been here.”
He watched her exhale.
“Okay.”
“Okay, what?”
“Let’s do this.” She picked up the pad again. “Do we have to sign it?”
Christ, Jackson never thought Zennifer would actually go for this plan. Now he had to adjust his strategy. To
protect himself, he would have to show her just how hard of a Dom he could be. Since seeing the toys and
hearing the acts didn’t frighten her, he would have show her that with him, she couldn’t be tough. He could
break her.
Jackson nodded and pointed at their contract. “Yes, at the bottom.”
After a beat, Zennifer signed the form then handed it to Jackson who did the same.
“Would you like a copy? I have a copier in the office here.”
“Um, no. Well, yes.”
Jackson stood before she could change her mind again. “Make yourself at home. I’ll be right back.”
He stepped into the office and shot off a copy for Zennifer. His skin tingled thinking about the implications of
what would happen. He would be dominating Zennifer. Touching her body, bringing her to orgasm, so long as
she lasts that long. Although she appeared eager to be engaged in this type of relationship, she had yet to do
some actual play. Actual play would really test her and, maybe, push her.
When he came back to the room, he found her wandering around the kitchen with a clear beverage in her
hand. Jackson should have told her as a submissive to remain seated.
“We didn’t decide on the coverage terms,” she said and placed her glass on the counter. “I think we should only
do this here during the conference period.”
Jackson handed her a copy. “Just a week? What happens after that?”
Zennifer shrugged. “We can decide that afterward. I may not like it. Or I may not like it from you.”
Jackson blinked. “Really? Okay. That’s fair.”
Zennifer folded the paper and tucked it in her purse.
“You know you never really answered me about your room situation. This is a two-bedroom suite. You’re more
than welcome to stay here.”
Zennifer shook her head. Before she could say the word “no” Jackson barreled on with his argument.
“There is a key for that door. I’ll give you the key. I have an extra key to get up to the room. You would need it
for the private elevator. Our companies can split the cost.” Jackson hoped by posing the offer in the most
business-like way that she would go for it.
From the way Zennifer shook her head, Jackson had his answer without her saying a word.
“My boss wouldn’t go for an arrangement like that. You’re our client. Plus, it wouldn’t look appropriate to our
other clients attending this event.”
“Zennifer.” Jackson waited until she gave him her full attention. “I could care less what other people think.” He
headed toward the other playroom, the vanilla one. “Considering you’re here right now, I would have thought
you would have felt the same way too.”
Zennifer cleared her throat. “I’m starting to think that I made a mistake in coming here.” She hiked her purse
onto her shoulder. “Thank you for showing me around and telling me the truth. I think I should be –”
“You can’t leave until you play.” Jackson grabbed the doorknob to the other room. “Are you game?”
~ ~ ~
Copyright © 2014 by Bridget Midway. All rights reserved.