Obliterating the Ordinary

Obliterating the Ordinary

Copyright 2019

Vlad Lioncourt

And

J.S. Sontrou

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Table of Contents

Part One, Sir: Living Her Dream

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Part Two, Rebecca: Aftermath

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Acknowledgements

Authors

PART ONE

Sir: Living Her Dream

Chapter One

My Rebecca was wired, eyeing me all night with that not-very-subtle, totally focused, lascivious look that would have put Mae West to shame. With her hourglass figure, luminous auburn hair, penetrating blue eyes and Hollywood smile, she could affect all those around her with little effort. But unlike some beautiful women, she was quite aware of the effect she had on others and had not only accepted that ability, but had learned to use it. In fact at times she looked like she bathed in that power...even radiated it. She was a true siren who could lead any man to despair upon the rocks if she so desired. From the day I had met her, 'extraordinary' had been redefined in both a mental and physical sense.

As we appraised each other over the white cotton playground that was our dinner table at our favourite restaurant, my peripheral vision picked up yet another man doing a double take as she entered his field of vision. I was acutely aware that men were and had been glancing her way all night. I was used to the amused, subtle smiles that formed when she ‘caught’ those surreptitious glances her way. It did not bother me in the least, for I often noted similar reactions amongst the ladies towards me. The difference between us was that she embraced and enjoyed that subtle spotlight, whereas I had always chosen to ignore such things.

Rebecca was on the prowl for attention tonight, more so than usual. I hadn’t contemplated any underlying reasons because our conversation had been sparkling - laughter associated with some anecdotes about our life together and the amazing depths we had reached in our dominant/submissive relationship despite the relatively short period of time we had been together. These lighter topics were mixed in with more serious themes such as several recent incidents in the airline industry that had captured the nation’s attention. As a commercial airline pilot, she was all too aware of the issues. The inside perspective is always fascinating. However, the more somber topics did not last long – they seemed out of place tonight.

Wine with dinner had obviously enhanced her mood. She had discretely removed her heels under the table and was teasing me, stroking my lower leg with the delicate instep of her stocking-covered foot whilst holding my eyes captive. Her lips left no doubt about where her mind was; little nibbles on the lower one interspersed with a smirk that bespoke of beautiful, exceptionally salacious thoughts. The air was crackling with her need.

Then it hit me; this was THE night.

The look I returned was much subtler, but it was enough to instantly alter her expression; her eyes widened as recognition spread across her face – she knew that I now knew. She innocently started twirling a tuft of her hair in her left hand, eyes laser-focused on me. I glanced down at her neck and smirked, allowing myself to give her a knowing little nod.

She giggled. Rebecca rarely giggled.

Sir, of course my day collar is still on. This would not happen without it. The wattage of her smile increased as she gracefully lifted her wine glass, pausing it against her lower lip.

As I looked across the table, seeing her appraise me over her wine glass, I couldn’t help but think about who this woman truly was. She was, without question, the most sensual woman that I had ever met - intelligent, intuitive, aggressive and successful in all areas of her life, but behind closed doors she was the exact opposite - a very submissive minx indeed. I suspect a life composed of endless responsibilities contributed to her desire to give up control and truly let herself go. It occurred to me that neither of us should have been surprised at our rapid growth – we were both experienced in the dynamics of the D/s relationship, so we did not fight the turbocharged reaction we’d had for one another the moment we had met. It was the most natural thing that had ever happened to either of us. And for the first time there was a parallel path to our play; as our emotional attachment increased, so did the trust required to venture into more risky scenes. And as those became more intense, so did our confessions…for more.

Unfortunately, real life is the ultimate Dom, and our time together was constantly being adjusted or just plain reduced due to the demands of our jobs (as an engineering consultant, my free time was always in a state of flux). Despite such limitations we were both acutely aware of many of the deepest and darkest fantasies that we had held very close…up until now. This had led to the discovery and exploration of a seemingly bottomless pit of kinky desires. So far, we had matched up very well - we had loved - every kink, fetish or filthy scene we had tried. But we were also keenly aware that there was a lot left to mine. That shaft ran deep. We had discussed more than we had tested.

I was most definitely an aggressive Dom and I loved bending her to my will. Her responses to my demands were always predictable, visceral and beyond erotic.

The only scene we struggled with was the one that was about to happen.

My calm exterior hid the churning emotions inside. Simply put, I was not one to share my property…but this was exactly where we were headed tonight. It was not a natural desire or inclination of mine, but after a few in-depth discussions on the topic I had relented and given her permission to pursue her single most intense fantasy; one that had been ignited when she was a girl and had seen a cartoon of a lady tied to railroad tracks. That had started her lifelong love of bondage, which was the kink that opened the door to other, more intense kinks and filthy desires.

One that had developed in more recent times was a discovery that she LOVED being ordered – quasi-forced - to do things, whether they were on her list of desires or not. Being told to perform was her current obsession, especially if paired with being used by many men in a semi-public situation. To be filled to capacity, to be used, to feel that danger and risk - it was on her mind constantly, and I knew I had to step up to the plate. To say this was beyond my comfort zone was the understatement of the year, but as Neale Donald Walsch said, Life begins at the edge of your comfort zone. We were pretty good at pushing each other’s comfort zone, but this - THIS - was shattering any limits.

My wandering mind was suddenly wrenched back to reality by the server, offering dessert and coffee.

Yes, we will be having a nightcap. Two blueberry teas, please. They knew I was referring to the alcoholic after-dinner drink made with Grand Marnier and Amaretto. This warm tea always made for a lovely end to the meal.

Rebecca winked slowly and finished the last sip of her wine. Then, the kitten emerged - she practically purred at me, You, Sir, are looking rather tasty tonight. I do hope there will be a true nightcap tonight. Perhaps after dancing, if Sir is so inclined?

I raised my eyebrows. Ah, so the locale for your dream night is a nightclub? I held her eyes, but saw no change of expression or hint of nervousness. She slowly nodded confirmation.

Which club are we attending?

The new one over on Main Street - ‘Urban Beat.’ I’ve heard the DJ is fantastic.

I thought it was still under construction.

My understanding is that it is about ninety-five percent complete and is open for business.

It seems we have an enjoyable night ahead of us. My facade was holding.

Rebecca’s eyes flashed, full of unspoken messages.

Chapter 2

We were in no hurry to reach the club, knowing it takes a bit of time for the patrons to loosen up and get the fun rolling. We strolled along the street, fingers entwined, enjoying the warm, moonless summer night, neither of us mentioning that it felt like the proverbial calm before the storm. The stars were magnificent and the shadows were dark and long. As we passed an alley dark enough to qualify as a mineshaft, an idea formed. I stopped, pulling Rebecca to a halt. She glanced down the alley into the darkness, then looked at me with that sideways-head-tilt, inquisitive look all the great and sultry screen sirens possessed. I raised my eyebrows and nodded towards the darkness. After glancing around to ensure that we were not being watched, I squeezed her hand a wee bit harder and led her slowly into the alley.

Pausing in the shadows, I pulled her into me and growled into her ear, You need a few marks right now as a reminder of who you belong to when we are at the club.

If you would like, Sir.

I could feel her heart race, and I knew her face was lit up in expectation. I didn't have to see it.

I turned her around and backed her into the wall of an old brick building. We could feel the dust and dew come off the wall where her hands hit. I loved it – it added to the primordial feel that enveloped us at this moment. I took a long breath.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I bent her head back and lowered my head to whisper in her ear. This feels like a jail in some God-forsaken banana republic, where you have no rights and your only hope is to obey.

I reached around and gave her nipple a hard pinch while chuckling. Would you make it out alive, my dear?

I felt her sag slightly before she responded. I would, Sir. Of this I have no doubt.

I believe you would, Rebecca. I believe you would.

I nipped her ear. I’m in a giving mood tonight, so you can make a choice - tits or ass?

The reply was instantaneous.

I would like a few marks on my ass, Sir, and I feel a need to gag...

Not a chance, you vixen; you are not going into the club with cum stains on your dress. Decorum, at all times. I gave an extra tug on her hair as another slight reminder of where control lay.

I could hear a slight reaction to this comment. It was an unwarranted jab at her ongoing struggles to swallow. I felt somewhat bad about that, but my nerves were on edge and she had put them there. I moved on quickly. I grabbed her hips hard and pulled her ass towards me, forcing her to step back and her hands to slide down the dirty brick wall. Reaching down I warmed up her cheeks, kneading and gently pinching through her dress. This was when I discovered that she was bare – and already warm to my touch - which was perfect for my intentions. I lifted her dress, exposing her beautiful ass to the night air. I massaged her cheeks gently, making sure that all was ready.

Rebecca took in a great gulp of air before letting it slip out slowly. She loved a good ass-thrashing, especially if combined with the risks brought about by semi-public locales. Danger was part of her latest fantasy, and I had discovered that it was quite the aphrodisiac for her.

I slapped her ass hard, making her yelp for a second before the sound vanished. I grinned in the dark because I had definitely caught her off guard. She was used to gentle slaps at the beginning.

Excellent.

Now it was time to get serious with the thrashing. I varied the intensity and the location of each slap, making sure that her entire ass felt the sting of my palm...and that her body was reacting as I wanted. The first subtle spasms started exactly when I predicted – just after a hard smack at the junction of her legs and ass cheek, which I knew would go straight to every sensitive spot between her thighs. I slipped my hand between her legs and felt her react instantly – the barely suppressed moan, the telltale clench and the first drips of her delicious nectar.

Please, please Sir, fuck me now. Please.

No, my pet, not now - later my pussy will be abused greatly, depending on how well behaved you are.

I could sense her racing pulse. She adored the tease and the anticipation.

I was pleased with myself, thinking that I was nicely in control of her fantasy night so far.

Chapter 3

A half hour later we were sitting comfortably in the lounge of the massive nightclub, me sipping my scotch and Rebecca nursing her wine, shifting slowly in her seat as her ass complained. Despite her discomfort, she still managed to look like a cat in heat; eyes boring into mine, expectation written in every facet of her expression. The woman really should have her photo beside the word ‘sultry’ in the dictionary.

Sir, I feel I must remind you that you gave me full authority to plan my fantasy night on my own. I will admit I am now more than a little nervous about how far this will push you, and how you are going to react. She took a large gulp of wine and looked down. This was the first ‘off’ thing I sensed this entire night so far. I narrowed my eyes at her.

Rebecca, I now get the feeling I am in something far beyond my expectations. Just how far out of my comfort zone are we going tonight?

Far. Sir.

I held her gaze without blinking, trying to fight the growing ache in the pit of my stomach. I guess we shall see. You know me better than anyone. But…

I paused for a second to compose my thoughts. The universe was telling me that this was one of those ‘life moments’. Neither of us seemed to be breathing, or even blinking.

…I feel I should spell it out as clearly as possible, given that you obviously intend to test, or perhaps destroy, all limits tonight.

Her lips pursed.

There may come a point where I feel that I can go no further. If that is the case, then I will not hold you back by staying. I will not stunt your growth. You can stay and fulfill your destiny, and we will deal with the aftermath in whatever manner seems appropriate for us both.

Sir, you know very well that you have the power to stop it at any point. That has not changed.

But how would you react to me preventing you from fulfilling your ultimate fantasy?

I think it would be fine. My ultimate fantasy is our life together. You know that.

I nodded, but was quite aware that she would sense my skepticism. She had worked tirelessly to first broach the