THE ABSURDITY OF IT ALL
Tonight I stood at a function bored and alone, my slave/date watched my every move unsure of my mood or what I wanted. Very rare in our relationship. I was alone with hundreds around because I was still me and they were them. I was floating above the room, aware of all conversation and interactions but truly uncaring of even the conversations I participated in with customers and friends. A couple stood near me and I noticed them only because I could feel her need, a strange longing as she backed closer to me with each opportunity. I confirmed my suspicions with a glance my slave, who watched the woman with sad eyes. She first stood against my back, touching me lightly but quivering each time she was accidentally pushed closer. I glanced at her husbands face and he was distraught. I nodded to a stool a table over and he obiently took a seat. The woman leaned on the bar next to me and tried to keep some self control but was betrayed by her shaking hand. I nodded to my slave who moved close to my other side, reading my mind and also blocking the view of others. I smiled as only a dominant can when he is put in charge of the lives and desires of so many. I reached out and touched the woman's wrist and simply pressed hard against it with my fingers. Her body visibly arched and she turned to face me though her eyes were down. I whispered, you may touch me. She slowly rubbed my hip bone. Her husband watched from his assigned seat miserably and my slave though there was no judgement in her eyes pressed closer to me. The woman moved her hand slowly, serving, being dominated and twice made sounds that came deep from within her. I was not unmoved and was rock hard in this room of hundreds of straight, self absorbed who cannot project or feel pain. I reached and squeezed her wrist tightly and placed it back on the bar, I smiled and told her thank you for the emotion. I winked at the poor husband and smiled again to politely tell this poor cuckhold that what he had was worth his pain and that he would benefit later if not receive passion he could never induce. I then patted my proud and smiling slave to reward her obedience and good service. Her coo was unexpected. As I walked to the podium and then the door, I was glad to be me, glad I could see and feel the pain of others, glad I could satisfy their needs. I felt strong and good and as these emotions came over me I noticed all involved enjoyed my moment. I was speechless for a change and just laughed at the absurdity of it all.
Dan Johnston - Published