Eyes of Dominance

Lauren rolled her eyes as she turned her car onto her building’s street and saw the new additions to the Christmas display outside the house on the corner. It seemed to her that something new went up every few days. She felt it was starting to get excessive. It was acceptable, fine even, to have lights up, maybe a nativity scene or one of those inflated Santas. But their front lawn was a veritable shrine to Christmas. Perhaps Lauren’s annoyance would be curbed if it were just the one house along her commute. But it seemed as if half the houses and building on her side of town caught the Yuletide fervor, and she couldn’t help but feel a little irritated as December slowly crept on.

Lauren’s opposition to the holiday season was hardly unbiased. Her birthday happened to land upon Christmas, and a gradual animosity had built up towards the yearly festivities ever since she was young. Of course, here were people that often told her that sharing her birthday with such a celebrated day was something to treasure, not lament. But very rarely did she ever feel thankful for the circumstance. While she was celebrating her birthday, the one day supposed to be unique to her, the rest of the world was focused on Christmas. Her special day was overshadowed by the cultural and commercial juggernaut of a holiday, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit of quiet resentment. 

She had made a semblance of peace with the situation long ago, but it was difficult to feel nothing when reminders of the season were utterly inescapable. Between the constant holiday music, lights and decorations, ads and festive wear, the was no avoiding the Christmas spirit. And with the commercial influence of the holiday creeping earlier and earlier, it became even more unavoidable. She wished she could just disconnect from it all.

Whenever the topic would arise with her boyfriend Carson, she would ultimately downplay her feelings, after a healthy rant of course. It was sour feelings over a birthday; there were much more important things to life. She just wished that her birthday could be more special, more personal, something for her to look forward to without feeling a simmering annoyance. 

She pulled into the parking lot of her building and hurried through the door and up to her apartment. Once inside, she dumped her coat at the entrance and padded over to the kitchen. Starting a cup of coffee, she finally sat back against the counter and took a moment to breathe. It was then that the cork board had caught her eye, hanging across her on the opposite wall. She had almost forgotten… 

The small board normally had notes and mail hanging from push pins, to remind her of upcoming obligations and important dates. At the moment, however, twenty five small numbered envelopes were pinned on its surface. Carson had put it up on Thanksgiving. He always tried to do little special events and presents during this time of year, to help her look forward to the holiday season. The hanging display in front of her was this year’s addition. He told her that it was a special birthday advent calendar. 

Of course, Carson and Lauren’s relationship was anything but normal. With how kinky their lifestyle was regularly, something being “special” often had rather unique connotations. In this case, it was an edging advent calendar. They had been experimenting with orgasm control, with Lauren’s pleasure being solely at Carson’s discretion for a little over a year. They had played with edging and orgasm denial regularly, but Lauren had never been denied longer than ten days. Carson decided it was time for that to change.

For the first twenty four days of the month, he had explained, she would not be allowed to cum, under any circumstances. In addition she would have to edge daily; once in the morning before work, once before bed at night. On the twenty fifth, she would be allowed to cum after her birthday spanking. Surely being denied the better part of the month would make her birthday much more special, it was reasoned. She would now have something to look forward to, rather than be annoyed about.

But with Carson, very little was just that simple. Each envelope on the cork board corresponded to a day of the coming month, and held within it a small note detailing a challenge for the day. In addition to her morning and evening edges, she would have to complete the challenge within, then mark the letter with a red check and pin it back up. The tasks escalated in difficulty, and most included additional edges that she had to perform. 

She studied the board absentmindedly. Today was December 13th. Just over halfway done. The challenges had started off simple enough. Edge three times while looking in the mirror, spank yourself for ten minutes before edging, edge through penetration only. But very quickly they had ramped up in intensity. Confess a detailed fantasy online anonymously, then edge for every like or comment it receives in the next three hours. Edge three times somewhere other than home. Play with herself for the duration of a football game, applying pussy slaps during the commercial breaks. Yesterday’s challenge had proven particularly difficult; edge twice with capsaicin cream on her fingers.

Lauren grimaced thinking back on it. It had been humbling to do so in front of Carson, who watched with bemused sadistic interest while she whined and groaned her way through both edges, her clit on fire the entire time. He had been present for close to half of her tasks so far, and conspicuously always found the time to come over on the days of her more embarrassing challenges. Today, however, he would be out late with family plans, meaning she would have some privacy from his ravenous gaze. 

She eyed the 13th envelope carefully. Normally, she checked her daily challenge in the morning before work. That way, she could mentally prepare for what was to come. But she had ran late to work this morning, and had forgotten to check on the way out. The anxiety of not knowing what laid within had eaten her up most of the day. It didn’t help that when she had whinged over text to Carson about it in a somewhat joking way, he replied only that today’s task was somewhat special being the rough halfway point, and that it would be a tease of what was to come. Lauren did not know whether to be scared or excited from that description.

Still, there was no point to delay opening the envelope. She took a long sip of her cup to steady her nerves, then went over to the board and took the note down. She unfolded the envelope and took the small piece of paper from within.

“Listen to the entirety of last year’s birthday recording, and edge for the duration.”

Butterflies fluttered in Lauren’s stomach as she processed the instructions. That recording was close to an hour long; it would be quite the test of endurance. But at least it wouldn’t be painful or too humiliating…

Carson had started to record the audio for their more kinky planned escapades. He thought it would be fun to be able to relive particularly spicy nights after the fact. Lauren was a bit too self conscious to film anything on video, so capturing just the sounds of a scene was chosen as a compromise. She was usually too embarrassed to listen to them on her own, but occasionally Carson would send her snippets of a recording while she was at work or nights they were apart to rile her up. 

They had recorded six nights so far, but her previous birthday was the first, and also the longest. She had never listened to it all the way through. While her memory of the recording was hazy, recollection of that night was not. 

So that’s what he meant by “a tease of things to come,” she mused. He wanted to taunt her with the events of last year, and show her what she had to look forward to all while it was still weeks out of reach. Lauren couldn’t help but stifle a self deprecating chuckle as she noticed herself squirming against the kitchen counter at her back. Her constant edging without release had left her body and mind overly sensitive to any and all sexual thought. Her body couldn’t help but react to the memory of her birthday, and she hadn’t even started her challenge yet. 

She quickly sipped the last of her coffee, then quickly padded over to her bedroom. She started to peel her work clothes off and fling them into the nearby hamper, her excitement growing as she stripped down. Her fingers tapped at her phone and brought up the folder that contained all of their recordings. Her body already aching with the need to be touched, she laid back against the comforter, fluffing the pillows around her head to be as comfortable as possible. After all, she was going to be here a while. Taking one last deep breath to steady herself, she pressed play on the file. 

Static blasted from her phone as Carson adjusted the recording device on the dresser. Already she could hear her past self’s small anxious whines as Carson’s footsteps turned back towards the bed. She heard his weight settle on the mattress, the same one she was currently laying on. Her fingers started to dip below her waist and rub gently across her folds. 

“Lauren, stop being so dramatic and get over here” Carson’s exasperated voice played from her phone.

“But like, do we really have to…” she heard her own voice reply, adorably soft. A deep pang of embarrassment filled her chest. Very few people liked the sound of her own voice, and she wasn’t an exception. But hearing herself stand across the room, whinging about what was to happen… it put her right back in that place. 

“Babe, it’s either this, or thirty two strokes of the cane. Which do you prefer?” he asked, as if it were a real choice.

She heard her past self shuffle across the room, and the ruffling of clothes followed as he undressed her.

Every year they had dated, she had gotten a birthday spanking. But Carson was not satisfied giving her only a single swat per year of age. It was letting her off easy, he had explained. Instead, she received a full minute of spanking for each passing year. That meant thirty two minutes of spanking last year, and thirty three this year. Part of her though it was a bit unfair; in two decades, was she going to be receiving near hour long spankings? But she was alway offered the same deal in the recording. She could still get them in the traditional way… with the cane. Naturally, she chose his way each time. It wasn’t as if he spanked her for the full duration. He would take breaks to rub her bottom and pussy, getting her ready for the sex to follow. But for those thirty two minutes, she would not be getting up off of his lap.

Her clothes fell to the floor, and past Lauren sighed as she was bent over her boyfriends lap. It was only partially performative; while she did love a good spanking, she was not immune to the nerves of going over the knee. Soon though, all trepidation and anticipation would be washed away as the first sharp slap played over the recording. 

Her body tensed as the spanking commenced. She was already embarrassingly wet listening to just the opening moments of last year’s events, and she knew that the exact same thing awaited her in under two weeks. Her fingers fervently swirled around her clit. She knew that she should pace herself through the task; she would not be able to cum regardless. But she couldn’t help but indulge her arousal just a bit. Her body warmed under her efforts quickly, and she started to feel the edge of her orgasm swimming to the surface.

Carson had spanked her by hand for eight minutes, only taking the briefest moments to stretch his arm. Lauren laid back on her bed, looking down at the foot of the bed and imagining she could see the past unfolding before her. Her old voice started to rise up over the sounds of her ass being slapped; first as low winces and grunts, then as gasps and groans as her boyfriend slow roasted her behind. Finally he paused for a few moments, and she listened to the sounds of both of them catching their breath.

“How’s my birthday girl doing?” Carson asked, a hint of exertion in his tone.

“…it hurts” she heard herself reply, only partially playing up the pain.

“Oh, does it now?” She could imagine his self serving smile. “Do you want me to rub it better?”

“Yes sir, please” her voice played back to her. 

Lauren felt her pulse spike at the memory of what came next. She heard Carson shift on the bed. Then he had hummed. 

“That sounds good… maybe in about two minutes.”

The crack of the hairbrush was louder than she remembered. Her yelps of pain were exactly as she recalled though. She listened to her girlish whimpers and cries echo through the room as Carson cruelly beat her butt for exactly two minutes. She pulled her fingers away just in time as she felt the electric tension within her threaten to spill over. As embarrassing as it was to listen to her own pained voice, she couldn’t help but be pulled back into the headspace of that night one year ago. 

Finally, the sounds of wood smacking flesh ceased. Carson’s voice pierced the sudden silence.

“There we are… now we can take a little break.”

She could hear her own breath hitch in pain as he rubbed her sore behind.

“You’re so mean…” she had whined, and Lauren couldn’t help but smile at the effortless petulance in her voice.

“I know, I’m sorry” he replied, sounding anything but. “You just make the cutest sounds when I spank you. I just can’t help myself sometimes.”

Whatever reply she was going to make was cut off by a loud gasp. Lauren’s own eyes rolled back into her head. She remembered all too well how good his fingers felt as they pushed into her that night. Her own fingers gently dipped inside of herself as she listened to to her past self’s moans of pleasure. She soon couldn’t keep down her own sighs and groans, and soon her room was filled with the wanton sounds of the two women, separated by time.

It would not last long, however. Carson quickly returned to smacking her bottom. For thirty two minutes, that was the cycle; a few minutes of hand spanking, a blistering minute or two with the hairbrush, and then a few more being rubbed and pleasured. Lauren diligently rode the edge the entire time, trying to balance on the knife’s edge as best she could. A warm flush had spread through her entire body, the once cool air of her apartment now a relief from the building heat within her.

Finally the birthday spanking had come to an end. For a few minutes, there was silence from her phone as Carson rubbed her sore bottom. She remembered looking at herself in the mirror afterwards; twin fiery globes of red had adorned her ass, a light purple dot at the center of each cheek where the hairbrush had kissed her most. She heard the bed creak as the past couple shifted on the bed. A shiver ran down her spine as she heard a metallic clinking. The spreader bar, the same one located under her bed this very moment, was being placed around her ankles, then pulled upwards and fastened to the headboard. Then her moans quickly returned in full force as Carson went down on her. 

Lauren blushed at the memory. It was a bit embarrassing to be bound in such an exposed position whenever he ate her out. But after an accidental kick to his back during one such occasion, Carson had deemed it necessary for her to be restrained. It was merely an excuse to tie her up, of course, but who was she to argue? She couldn’t exactly say that having her legs splayed and tied over her head wasn’t a turn on. 

The pitch of her guttural groans started to peak. Thirty minutes of foreplay had made her body extremely sensitive, and Carson barely had to put effort into bringing her to the edge. Soon after, the begging started.

“Carson please… can I cum… please…. I’m so close…” she repeatedly whined. She knew better than to tip over without his permission, but he made it so difficult, teasing her all the way up to the line and forcing her to concentrate on not crossing it.

After a minute of her desperate pleas, she heard his voice, husky and muffled between her legs.

“That’s a good girl. You may.”

Then he set to work again, and present Lauren had to take her hand away again as the sounds of her orgasm filled the room from her phone’s speakers. An intense jealousy for her past self bubbled to the surface as she listened to her former self enjoy that which she could not. Of course, Carson would not just settle for one orgasm. He loved to tease and deny her for as long as he could before forcing multiple orgasms from her in quick succession. Over the course of the next ten minutes, Lauren heard herself cum twice more, each subsequent time her moans growing more ragged and strained. 

Soon, Carson’s own voice joined in as he sat up, unable to wait any longer and plunging his cock inside of her. Lauren’s ministrations doubled as she listened to her boyfriend’s deep sighs and grunts. 

“Fuck, babe, you feel so good” he exhaled. “Hold still… that’s a good girl.”

Lauren felt her orgasm building again. She bit down on her free hand, her other fervently circling her clit. She was playing with fire, dancing so close to ruin, but she was too horny to slow down, too wracked with pleasure to take a hard reset. She only hoped she had enough willpower to resist the urge to go all the way. Her legs kicked and pushed at the blanket beneath her as if fighting the need within.

A few minutes later, past Lauren let out a guttural cry as she came around her boyfriend’s cock, and Carson groaned his way through his own orgasm not long after. She heard him flop down to the bed in exhaustion, and forced herself to slow her own efforts to a light rub. The feeling she desired more than anything else slowly receded away, the last remnants tickling her brain in the most exquisitely torturous way.

“Happy birthday, babe” she heard Carson say. With an exaggerated groan, he sat up from the bed and walked towards the phone set on the dresser, his footfalls growing louder. Just before stopping the recording, he spoke to the device, almost too quiet to pick up.

“See you next year…”

Lauren froze as the phone audio cut off. Did this man really know she would be listening to this right now a year in advance? Did he already have an idea for what he would be doing to her in the future? Or was he just being cheeky and she was overthinking the whole thing?

Regardless, her time to play was over. After fifty minutes, the task was complete. All that was left to do was mark the envelope and pin it up on the board. Fighting her shaky legs, Lauren reluctantly stood up. She had worked up a light sweat over the course of her edge, and the air of her room now felt chilly. She quickly threw on a pair of sweatpants and a T shirt, ignoring the traces of arousal still lingering within her. She walked back into the kitchen, picked up the red marker, drew a big red check in the right hand corner, and stuck it back on the board.

“Halfway done…” she said to herself in a mix of curiosity and horror. The last few days of challenges had taken a toll on her, and they were still escalating in their difficulty. What kind of surprise did she have waiting for her tomorrow, or the next day? There were still almost two weeks left to endure. She almost didn’t want to think of it, if not for the small pit of anticipation deep in her gut.

She walked over to the living room couch and lazily threw herself down across the cushions. A quick glance out the ow confirmed the rapidly fading daylight. She still had so much to do tonight, not to mention her nightly edge as well. But she needed a breather, at least thirty minutes to veg out and recouperate. So she flicked on the tv, immediately being met with a Christmas shopping ad. 

She couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes, but she couldn’t help but smile as well. Maybe her feelings on the holiday were a little immature, and maybe Carson’s solution was a little silly objectively. But she appreciated the effort to make the day a little bit special for her, even if it meant her own torture in the lead up. But in a twisted way, it was working. For the first time in years, Lauren was eagerly awaiting Christmas Day.