Arcadia Resurgence, Vague Vermillion [best book club books for discussion .TXT] 📗

desire on her face showing me she wanted it just as much as me.

I woke from the dream hot and hard. Aching to cum, needing to touch something. As I began to stroke my hard cock, visions of Sarah came back. It did not take long until I was shooting over my stomach. Rope after rope sprayed nearly up to my face. It had been several days since I last masturbated but I hadn't cum this much since my wife. Drifting back to a dreamless sleep I decided to take a shower in the morning to clean up.

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I was showered and ready to start the day before Jack woke up. I started making breakfast when the front door opened. Sarah walked in as she did everyday she worked for me. I had given her a key so she wouldn't have to disturb me if I was working. I looked up and smiled as she entered that house not fully paying attention to her as I was making breakfast.

"Ah just in time. I'm make breakfast. Want some?" She nodded as she put her purse down near the door as she does every time. Jack woke up and ran to her."

"SAWAH!" He ran with his arms wide open to hug her. Hugging her tight he pulled her to the table. "Eat wit me." She smiles as let him lead her to the table while I set three plates or scrambled eggs, sausage links, bacon, hash browns and toast. I set a glass of milk down for Jack and started to pour two glasses of orange juice for Sarah and myself.

"Jim. Can I have milk instead please?" I nodded and pulled down a regular sized glass when she cleared her throat. "The smaller one please." I looked at her then shrugged not thinking about it. The only small cups I had where plastic ones I bought for Jack to help him learn to drink without a sippy cup. I poured milk then set it in front of her. It was then that I really looked at her and realized how she was dressed.

She was wearing a black pleated skirt, a red midriff tank with a white blouse unbutton over it but tied just above her waist showing her lower stomach, white knee high socks with black loafers. Her light brown hair was done in two perfect ponytails. Her makeup was not as heavy as she normally had it yet it brought out the deep green in her eyes which where bright with laughter at Jack's antics at the table. As I finally sat down to eat I looked over at her which caught her attention.

"I forgot to tell you last night that you didn't need to come over. I'm taking the day off and taking Jack to the zoo. I was going to call you later to let you know."

"That's ok. I came so early because my roommate was well..." She blushed. I nodded understanding.

"Roommates can be like that. Well you are welcome to stay here and study...or would you like to come with us." Her eyes lit up.

"Really?" I nodded. "I don't want to intrude on your time with Jack."

"Really it's fine. You are a part of this family. So if you would like to go that is fine." She jumped up and gave me a big hug.

"Thank you. I've never been to the zoo." I looked at her and blinked. Then I remembered her parents died when she was young and she bounced from one foster home to the next. Unlike some kids in that situation she did not let it get her down. She worked hard in the schools she went to. Was accepted into the local university and was working hard to earn her degree in behavioral sciences. 

I didn't want to let her go from the hug. I wanted to hold her all day. I wanted to put her in my lap and cuddle her. I wanted...then my cock woke up. The dreams from last night invaded and I lightly pushed her back. As much as my body wanted her, I didn't want her to think that was why I hired her. When she smiled back her smile was from ear to ear. It was as if she knew what I was thinking. She sat back in her seat.

"Well." I said finishing my food. "I'm going to get a bag ready for Jack. When you two finish would you mind getting him dressed for me please." She nodded as she was putting a forkful of eggs into her mouth. My cock stirred, wishing she was wrapping her lips around me. I hastily put my plate in the sink then headed for my bedroom first. I need to cool down before I scared her.

Once my cock was not as hard I walked back into the kitchen and began to pack. They were not at the table but I heard them in Jack's room. I packed several juice boxes, a couple waters, a few packs of goldfish crackers, some cookies, and sandwich bag of dried fruit. Yes I know, I'm a good daddy for having more healthy snacks. As I zipped up the bag they came into the kitchen. 

"Well let's get going." After loading up the car we took off. It only took a half hour in traffic to get there. Once I paid for the tickets and we got in it was an adventure. Jack was running from one animal to the next with Sarah running after him. I laughed watching the two to them. Both in awe of the animals as they move to each one. The excitement of them both made the day worth it.

I managed to get Jack to sit down long enough to have a snack. I pulled out a juice box and a pack of goldfish for him. I gave the bag to Sarah to allow her to help herself. I was surprised when she took out a juice box and goldfish for herself. I grabbed a water and the dried fruit. We eat out snacks quickly then finished looking at the other animals. It was just past two when we saw them all and left the zoo.

Jack was whining about being hungry.

"You hungry?" I asked Sarah.

"Yes." She said shyly. I spotted a McDonalds and pulled into the drive thru. I ordered a kids meal for Jack and a Big Mac for myself. "What would you like?"

"A kids meal please." I looked at her then ordered. After getting our order she gave Jack's to him and ate hers. Nibbling on it like a little girl. It was not doing any good to my constant semi hard on. When we got back home Jack was nearly asleep but I didn't want to put him down for a late nap. I gave in and as we walked into the house as I carried him to his bedroom.

"Well I'll pay for it later when he goes to bed late but he needs the nap." I sat down on the couch. She walked over and sat next to me with her text books. I turned the TV on flipping to one of the real life crime shows I enjoy watching. Every once in a while I she would rub her feet together while reading. She would have the tip of her pen in her mouth as though she was teasing me.

"I have a question." I looked at her as she looked into my eyes. "Why do you think people get into bondage and being spanked?" I think my eyes nearly bugged out of my head at her question. I cleared my throat.

"Well there are many reasons they are into it. Why do you ask?"

"Oh it's for my paper. We are at a chapter in my behavior class and it deal with the "BDSM" lifestyle. I thought it would be interesting to see why people get into being abused basically." I turned to look at her better.

"Well it's not abuse. There is a major difference between BDSM and abuse. For one BDSM is about all parties being willing to do it, agree to it and there are rule and edict. Abuse is nothing but a power trip. Abuse is never accepted in the BDSM world, even though some use BDSM to hide behind. I think that's why some people think so negatively about it." She was on her laptop typing everything I said down.

"Wow Jim you know a lot." I took a deep breath and thought about it for a moment.

"Well you see Carrie and I were in the lifestyle. She enjoyed the pain I gave her, but I always made sure she wanted it, needed it...craved it. It can be fun and very intense when everyone involved wants it. The high is the same as having an orgasm." I watched her face turn red. "Should I stop talking about it?"

"No." She cleared her throat. "Please keep going this is helping me get an inside view. So I can have both views in my paper."

"Well then ask me anything I will be frank."

"What is it really about?" She asked with her fingers poised over the keyboard. 

"First as I said it's not about abuse. It's about give and take. Not a power struggle, but the passing of power back and forth." She typed away as I answered her.

"Doesn't the..." She looked at her notes. "Dom have the power?"

"Well yes and no. The submissive has the power." She looked confused. "Let me explain. The submissive has the true power. Nothing is done without their consent and never forced on them. A Dom has control but not power and never should have power. You have to remember a submissive gives their body. No one should take it, unless the sub allows it. They have what are called safe words." She looked puzzled. "Words that are agreed upon before things start. When a sub says those words it changes things. 

"You see most subs have three when training and usually colors. Green, yellow and red. Green means its ok and can do more. Yellow means that it might be close to their limit and red like anything means stop."

"Limits?"

"What a sub will and will not do. Those must be agreed upon before anything happens. For example a sub is ok with spanking their ass or breasts, but not their pussy." She blushed as I talked. I walked her legs fidget. "Anything else you would like to know?"

"Yes. When I was doing some research I came across the idea of different types of relationships in the lifestyle and one that I thought I would center my paper on. Daddy Dom/ little girl. What is that about? Its sound really perverted." I chuckled.

"It's not. In fact it is very misinterpreted. It's about a dynamic in Dom/sub relationship where the Dom takes a more nurturing role. Hence the term Daddy Dom. There can also be Mommy's as well when. To also add it's not about pedophile or incest. The submissive takes on a state of mind but they are still very much adult. Example the submissive may color, drink juices boxes and generally act like a little girl or boy until sex becomes involved." I watched her as she thought about who she was today. Then I got bolder.

"You know if I didn't know you any better the way you have been today to someone into the lifestyle you would have look like a perfect little." She gasped and blushed. She fidgeted with her hands then looked me in the eyes. What I saw changed me that day. I saw need and longing. I saw a little girl stuck in a woman's body. I saw Sarah for what she was...A little.

"There is one more thing that can help my paper." I looked at her as she swallowed. "Could you show me? I mean could you show me some of the 'toys' used and explain them. It might help me to understand better." I