Introduction
“Good Girl”
“Say yes Master Alex!”
Thirty five year old Alex Gayle practised the lines aloud in front of his bedroom mirror at his parents’ house in Plight-upon-sea. Alex and his parents had moved up (although his parents saw it as a move down) from London in 2009 after their conveyance firm had gone bust. Alex Gayle, who had spent the early part of his childhood growing up in an affluent suburb, had then found himself spending his teenage years in a far, far, less affluent suburb. Moving schools at eleven he had struggled to fit in with his new surroundings and his new peers. Not that Alex was unlikeable, far from it, but in Plight-upon-sea anything resembling enunciation immediately set you apart as an outsider. Although it could have been worse, at least he wasn't one of “em imgrunts”.
Alex left school at sixteen, five magic Cs in hand, and set off into the world of work, what little of it remained in Plight-upon-sea. In yesteryear Alex might have worked at the docks, but as it happened, Alex had ended up working at one of the many nondescript logistics warehouses on the Plight-upon-sea business park. So called because “industrial estate” would have been far too misleading. Plight-upon-sea hadn’t been graced by industry since the 90s. It was at that business park, nestled between inexplicably expensive new build estates, that Alex met his first girlfriend Saria. And it was she who had introduced Alex to the world of kink.
Saria Kaur was the embodiment of a teenage rebellion that had stretched well into adulthood with a style that could best be described as a tumblrfied amalgam of emo, scene, and goth. Having grown up, as she saw it, in a well meaning but overbearing religious household she had set about to deviate as far from her parents’ plan for her as possible. Saria’s father still remembers with horror the time she came home from a friend’s house sporting purple hair and a crudely done smokey eye. But if anything was to disillusion her parents’ notion that their daughter would one day become a doctor it was Saria failing all of her GCSEs, including, Guru Nanak only knows how, GCSE Dance. It’s a great feat of talent to fail at anything quite so spectacularly and deliberately.
It was while working at the delivery depot that Alex and Saria had first met. It was Alex’s soft spoken nature, the same nature that had caused him so much trouble at school, that had first drawn Saria’s eye. It was precisely that nature that set him apart from the usual louts that Saria was so accustomed to. Louts that would seemingly oscillate between jeering and leering at her as if debating whether their obscenities should be racial or sexual. After several successful dates at Nandos the happy couple had returned to Saria’s flat on the high-street above Cancer Research. Alex had never been invited back to a girl’s flat before and he had found himself acting quite awkwardly, but fortunately his apparent inexperience seemed to make him all the more endearing to Saria. Drinks led to kissing, and kissing to heavy petting, which in turn led to the bedroom. It was at this point, after having been passionately pushed backwards onto the bed by Saria, that Alex was troubled by a question of bedroom etiquette. Was he supposed to be hard right now? He was certainly enjoying himself but just how quite apparent was considered proper? As Saria knelt on the bed above him and removed her blouse his question of decorum was suddenly made irrelevant. At this point there was no containing his erection and no use in trying.
Nor would it seem there was any chance of containing Saria who was finding the whole situation equally arousing. While still straddling Alex, Saria reached over to the bedside drawer for some pink fluffy handcuffs, a strap-on, and some lube. A now restrained and sublime Alex was staring up at Saria like a very aroused deer in the headlights. Alex had seen his fair share of porn but he had never expected to lose his virginity quite like this, but he never objected. Over the course of half an hour Alex found himself penetrated with a skill and affection that only a woman could possess. Looking back, Saria’s constant talk of fucking the patriarchy should have been a clue, but Alex never realised she was speaking literally, or that it would feel so good for that matter.
The couple dated for several months during which time Alex would be further introduced to the world of kink. Saria’s enthusiasm for deviating as far from her religious upbringing as possible also extended into her sex life, where she and Alex would also deviate as far from vanilla as possible. But after months of passionate, albeit depraved, sex the couple had begun to drift apart. Alex was increasingly wondering what it would be like to be the one wearing the trousers for a change. And so that was how Alex came to be standing in front of his bedroom mirror practising his best impression of a dominant man.