Chapter 4 EPISODE 4

Pierce

I'm awakened from a deep sleep by the chirping of birds. As the weekend begins, I stretch and yawn while blinking to protect my eyes from the intense sunlight streaming in through my pale green, sheer-curtailed window. Since I don't have any plans, I believe I'll make a nutritious breakfast of oatmeal and wheat toast before going to the gym. Perhaps I should simply let the day lead me wherever it pleases.

I make my way to the bathroom and turn on the shower, allowing the hot water to warm the chilly tiles. The water is blasted out by several jets, striking nearly the whole tiled wall surface. I walk over to the sink, brush my teeth, floss, and then use mouthwash to rinse.

I go into the shower and fill my palm with a pricey shampoo that I bought online last week. It has a sandalwood and leather scent that makes me feel very manly. In no time at all, I'm energized and ready to go, dry off, and put on casual attire. Running shoes, jeans, and a T-shirt will work.

I go to the kitchen downstairs and see that the refrigerator is stocked. As usual, my house manager Edith has ensured that I am prepared to prepare meals for myself over the weekend. Every weekend, I give the employees time off. When I'm away, I like to be by myself in my house. Every weekday, they arrive after I leave for work and depart before I get home.

I eat in the city during the week. The majority of the time, I arrive home at eight and go to bed early. I firmly believe that men who go to bed and wake up early are healthier, wealthier, and wiser. I've had great success with it so far!

I prepare my breakfast, bring it to the table, and use my laptop to check the local events in Portland this weekend. I start by seeing if any of the subs have posted anything I might find interesting on the club's website, as I always do.

I glance at the message board and the first thing I see is the name Jade Thomas. That name is new to me on this site. She has also posed a query.

Would anyone in this group be interested in assisting me in learning more about the actual BDSM world?"

I utter the words, "Jade Thomas." "I wonder what this young woman wants to know."

I ask myself without hesitation: Why do you want to learn more about our world?

As I wait for her to respond, I start eating my oatmeal. I can see her response in no time at all. I was just wondering. Is Dr. Power your true name?

"No, we don't use our real names on this site," I type back, laughing. However, I assume you did, Jade Thomas.

I eat my toast while keeping an eye on the screen, anticipating her response.

My true name is that. Which is your true name? You see, I want someone who will tell me the truth about what's happening in the BDSM scene. I shouldn't waste any more of your time if you aren't honest enough to tell me your name.

I ask, "Where are you from, Jade?" considering that she might be wasting my time.

The United Kingdom, she responds quickly. You don't have to be concerned about me exposing you to the public or anything similar.

"British," I tell myself. I don't think it would hurt anything for her to know my true name because she's so far away. Pierce Langford, I type.

I'm grateful, Pierce Langford. I want to start by telling you that I attend a university in North Wales and am majoring in creative writing. I want to write romance novels. I want to focus on the erotic genre. However, I require some details regarding specific subjects. subjects such as the BDSM scene. It's not entirely clear to me. Who am I kidding? I don't fully comprehend it. By chance, are you a Dom?

Yes, I am. Why are you trying to find one? I enter.

Just for the sole purpose of asking questions. Would you mind answering a few of my questions, sir?

I can tell she's a respectful woman because she uses the title "sir." But before I give her such information, I should find out how old she is. Jade, I need to know your age and sexual history before I reveal anything that could influence a young mind.

Very considerate of you, sir. I'm 23 years old, and the only sexual activity I've engaged in is masturbation. I'm a virgin.

"Holy fuck!"

She is a virgin, and the thought is making my mouth water. What does she look like?

Cool. No issue. I'm happy to answer your questions as long as you're of legal age and have a general idea of the types of responses you can expect. Shoot me one, then.

It takes a full minute before anything shows up. Can we do this in a private setting, sir?

After giving it some thought, I choose to add my own touch to her. Do you have an account on Skype?

Yes, I do. However, if you don't have mine, I would rather not video conference.

"I guess it's an ugly duckling. That's probably the reason she's still a virgin.

"Don't worry, I won't try to video chat with you," I type in. I can be reached at 999-987-0099. Jade, I'll be watching for your message.

Without any delay, she sends me a message, and my phone dings. To make typing easier, I open it on my computer and discover that even her profile picture is a red rose. Since my image is a black rose with thorns on it, I think it's funny.

Hello, Pierce. Would it be okay if I called you that? I just realized that by addressing you as sir, I am establishing a submissive relationship with you, which is not what I want.

You can call me that. I write back, laughing. What is your first query, then?

She replies, "Do you like to hit women?" far too quickly.

Unhappy with the question, I respond, "Go to hell if you're a hater who wants to criticize me for who I am and what I like to do!"

She responds quickly once more: No! Apologies. Please don't take offense at any of my inquiries. They're all not intended to offend you. Everyone is only supposed to learn about this way of life. That's all. I just want to know if hitting people or women in general was a fetish of yours when you started this practice.

I give it a minute to calm down, allowing my anger to fade. She just wants to know. I must keep in mind that she is young and impressionable.

I didn't start this because I felt the need to hit someone. I was struggling in my job. I needed a way to express myself. This world was introduced to me. Submissives wanted specific things done to them, I discovered when I joined this club. I learned how to give them what they requested in classes. And I got proficient at it. Jade, you see, some people enjoy suffering. There are those who yearn for it. I give them what they believe they need. I keep them in mind when I do it. Not for me.

Before she sends me another question, three minutes have passed. Is your relationship with your sub exclusive?

I don't. Never have I.

Are you afraid of commitment? Or was there something from your past that made you like this way of life?

I finally type, "Perhaps I do have a commitment issue," after carefully considering the question to ensure that my response is honest. It's not a phobia, in my opinion. And, despite what many people believe about us, nothing from my past has affected me.

What is your age? She queries.

35.

Once more, a while passes before she writes anything more. The words then show up on the screen. I want to be clear about the kind of Dom I'm speaking with. Pierce, are you straight?

Yes, I am. Are you?

Indeed. I only ask because I want to write M/F romances and I don't want to waste time conversing with a man who enjoys men. Do Doms only administer penalties? Have you gotten any, if not?

If one wants to, they can play both extremes. Neither "once a Dom always a Dom" nor "once a sub always a sub" are rules. My trainer struck me while I was training. I would then be able to experience what it was like to be struck by the objects I had been trained to use. However, I've never been hit by a sub. I also don't intend for that to ever occur. I am in charge.

She pauses for so long that I start to question whether she has decided to end our interview. I then notice her next query.

Do you want to be in charge of everything? Why don't you have an exclusive sub, if you do?

I'm considering her question. Do I wish to be in charge of everything? I don't know. I've never taken that action. Without a doubt, I needed to be more firm with my two live-in girlfriends than I was at the time. I believe I would like to set the rules if I found a woman I wanted to stay with.

I type, "Your question is a first for me," as my response. I took a close look at myself and decided that if I ever found a sub I wanted to be with for a long time, I would like to rule. I have specific preferences and would train a sub to complete tasks in my manner.

Do you think women are not as good as men?

Her inquiry almost makes me lose my temper.

"Not at all," I respond quickly. The majority of us in the BDSM community, you see, don't think in those terms. Both men and women have responsibilities in life. Women have lost more than they have gained since the rise of women's liberation. Women used to be the respected caretakers of the family, the guardians of the children, the dwellings, and their husbands. They were proud of their work and ensured that everything on the home front was handled properly. Men went to work, and they contributed money and security, both in terms of money and protection. They created, enforced, and upheld the rules using various forms of discipline.

I pause so she has time to process what I've said. The majority of women object to this way of thinking, claiming it is outdated and pointless given how much has changed in the last fifty years or so. I watch to see Jade's reaction.

I've never given it that kind of thought.

A grin crosses my lips. "Well done, girl."