Chapter 5 EPISODE 5

Jade

Only a few questions in, and already he has me thinking differently. What he says is true. Women had it much easier before we decided we wanted to be equals in all ways. Not so long ago, women stayed home with the kids. They didn't have to worry about work or paying bills. That was the man's job.

Nowadays, mothers and wives go off to work and some have to actually leave their homes for days at a time. That's left a generation of children who've been raised by strangers. People who work at the many daycare facilities that have sprung up all over the industrialized world now are responsible for the caring and nurturing of most babies and children that mothers once took care of all on their own.

Women now depend on their husbands to step up and take care of the children too. All chores are shared, and while that seems fair, I've seen a good number of frazzled parents in my time. Both are sleep deprived. Both have the weight of making sure the bills are paid on their backs. And both have the responsibility of finding great jobs and keeping them, no matter how much pressure comes with that.

Men's minds have also been changed. Most men, back in the day, wouldn't have their wives working. They'd have been considered deadbeats or losers if they sent their wives to work outside the home. Nowadays, it's expected. And in a few words, Pierce has brought this home to me. How odd that I never thought of it before.

I can see Pierce's side. Then again, as a woman with a brain that begs for knowledge and gentle pressure to expand and learn more all the time, I can see why women fought to be let out of the house. I have also seen stay-at-home mothers who resemble zombies and have difficulty putting a sentence together, much less being able to have conversations with other adults.

There are pros and cons either way you decide to live. That's just a simple fact of life.

My next question is a bit hairy, and I hope I don't offend the man again as I type, I now understand how you think about the sexes. What I don't understand is where the domination comes into play. Nor the physical punishments that come along with BDSM. Can you explain this to me?

The physical punishments are accepted or rejected by each submissive. It is she who helps shape the agreements that are made between a Dom and his sub. Another thing you must not be aware of is that submissives hold all the cards. One simple word is all it takes to stop anything. It's not quite the torturous world people make it out to be. And nothing happens to a sub that they're against. That would be illegal, wouldn't it?

I suppose it would. So these agreements are the contracts that bind the sub to the Dom? I ask.

They are, he answers me quickly. But you must keep in mind that even a signed contract that's been painstakingly worked out between the two parties still doesn't give the Dom the right to proceed with any punishment or action if the sub doesn't want it. No matter if she agreed to it in the first place or not. And a good Dom doesn't want to inflict any pain, or pleasure, for that matter, that his submissive doesn't want.

I find it hard to believe the man. I mean, he could tell me whatever he wants to. Because what woman wants to be ruled over and beaten? So, I ask, Pierce, what types of women want to be treated this way?

There are women from various walks of life who seek this lifestyle, maybe not all the time, but some of the time. You see, when you get into this world, you find that anything is okay. If you want to live this way all the time, then you can. If you want to dabble, you can do that too. There are no set rules, except those that govern our society. SSC-safe, sane, consensual-was put into use to make sure all who are involved in this type of lifestyle have a level of protection. Clubs keep the members in line too. That's why it's always a good idea to join one and only get involved with people who are part of one. There are enforcers who make sure no one is hurt beyond the point they've asked to be. If you're interested in being an onlooker, you can join a local club in your area and let them know what you want. We have voyeurs too. But I must warn you, it's not easy to watch if you have no idea about what the people truly feel. It looks brutal, after all.

That it does, Pierce. And about that. You said you were hit when you were training to be a Dom. Can you explain why anyone would want that?

While I never got to the state of euphoria, I've heard it described as flying. It's a high that one gets when endorphins swarm the brain. At that point, when you add in sexual stimulation, it's mind blowing. Some have described it as an out-of-body experience that took them to new levels in their minds and souls. You can see how one would enjoy that and seek it over and over again.

Yet you've never done that? I ask, as I have no idea why he'd want to only inflict pain and get nothing out of it.

I'm more of a giver than a taker. Always have been.

You make it sound noble, what you do, I type.

In a way, it is. Can you imagine if you had this itch in the middle of your back and you tried everything to scratch it yourself-rubbing your back on the door frame, trying to find a stick long enough to get to the exact spot you needed it to, but you couldn't reach it, no matter what you did? Then along came some person who could easily scratch that itch for you, but he didn't want to inflict any type of pain on you. If you think about it, running one's sharp fingernails across another person's flesh sounds painful. Yet it eases the itch, relieving the person of their problem.

"Wow!" I say to myself. "This guy's kind of deep. I didn't expect this."

He goes on, adding, A doctor also causes his patient pain on many occasions in order to treat an ailment. Does anyone consider him immoral?

My mind is swarming with more questions, yet I feel as if he's winning me over to his way of thinking. So, I ask, When you're hitting your subs, do you get sexually stimulated? I ask this because a doctor doesn't get turned on by giving his patient pain. Nor does anyone get turned on by helping someone scratch an itch they can't reach.

Time goes by, and I think he might be trying to figure out how to word his answer. Finally, the screen lights up.

Jade, you ask exemplary questions. The fact is that I do get turned on by what I do. Feminine screams and moans make my cock hard. But if you'd like to know the truth, your questions have stirred an erection too. You see, the libido is an odd thing. When you're young, the slightest breeze across your dick can make it go hard. As we get older, other things cause sexual excitement. A soft whisper uttered into an ear, a touch from a beautiful woman, a stimulating conversation between strangers. I bet you're a remarkable young woman.

He seems to be flirting, which has me nervous for some reason. It's stupid. The man is thousands of miles away from me. He can't do a thing to me and here I am, fidgeting in my seat, my nipples beginning to pebble, and heat filling my crotch.

I type, How are you able to seduce me so quickly?

Are you wet for me, Jade?

My heart pounds as I type back, I seem to be.

Run your hand into your panties, Jade.

His simple command has my hand moving without me thinking about it. I feel the heat radiating from my vagina. Then I use my right hand to type, Perhaps you could take your enlarged cock into your hand, Pierce.

It's already there, he lets me know. Run a finger into that virgin hole of yours. Pump it a few times and say my name as you do that.

My cheeks heat as my pussy goes wet and I do as he's told me to. This is not me! This isn't a thing I've ever done!

But no one can see me, and no one will ever know I did such a thing. So I pump my finger and say his name out loud, "Pierce, Pierce, Pierce!"

His name rolls off my tongue as my eyes close and I keep going until the sound of another message comes in. I open my eyes to find he's written, Now use your other hand and pinch the shit out of your nipple and hold it there even though it hurts.

I look at his words and wonder why I'd do such a thing. The fingering feels nice; the pinching won't. But for some odd reason, I push my shirt up and pull my bra up too, then pinch my nipple with my right hand while I finger myself with the other and let out a shriek. Not of pain, but of something else. Pure bliss. Pure and unadulterated pleasure.

My God. How has he corrupted me already?