Filthy Commitments

Jett

Jett

The end of May was looming just around the corner. My family’s vacation was getting close, and I had to come up with a bride, and fast!

No one in my immediate circle would do. I had to venture out, and even then I found no one that I thought I could get along with for three months.

Then it came to me that I could search The Dungeon of Decorum’s website for a prospect. I was short on time, I had nowhere else to look.

With my fingers crossed, I pulled up the website and began to browse. Unfortunately, the women who were into the b**m scene were mostly going for that classic bad girl look. I didn’t want a bad girl, I wanted a good one.

Just as I was about to give up hope, I saw her. Asia Jones was her name, and she looked like an angel. And she had to be smart too. She was in college at Rutgers, majoring in statistics. A little boring but she had to be damn smart to want to do that.

I ran my fingertips over her pink cheek on the computer screen. Her hair hung in a silky sheet of black hair that looked as it if went to her waist it was so long. Her bangs were long, framing her beautiful face. Almond shaped eyes with doe-like brown irises looked peaceful as thick dark lashes surrounded them. Her skin was the color of coffee with a lot of cream in it. Her lips were pink and just the right amount of plump. High cheekbones made her look just a touch on the exotic side. She was a real beauty.

She was the one!

But there was her list to get through. She allowed s******g, different types of sensory deprivation was a thing she would do. b*****e would be okay with her. Those were all I really cared about.

My cell rang, and I saw my mother was calling. “Hi, Mom.”

“Jett, I can’t wait to meet her. You two are still together, right?”

“We sure are. And boy are you going to be surprised.” I smiled at Asia’s picture. Mom would adore her.

“I want to know her name. I need to make place settings.” Her way of getting it out of me, but it wasn’t going to work.

“You can put Mrs. Jett Simmons on her name card. She’ll get a kick out of that, I bet.” Would Asia get a kick out of being called Mrs. Simmons? Would she like being called my wife?

“Oh, my! Are you really going to marry her before you get here, Jett?” Mom was on a level I’d never heard before. Excitement, mixed with high octane adrenaline filled her voice.

“I am, Mom. I’m going to do it.” If Asia would agree to be mine.

I would have to make sure the pot was sweet enough to get her to jump right in with both feet. I’d bought a house in a ritzy suburb outside of New York. I’d let her have it if she played nicely with me.

“I wish you’d get married here, son. Your father and I’d love to be with you on your special day. Please tell me you’ll think about it.” Her whimpering was tearing at my heartstrings.

But there would be no real wedding for her to attend. “Sorry, Mom. Asia wants it to be just the two of us. She’s shy. You understand, don’t you?”

“Shy?” She seemed confused. “Who’s so shy they don’t want a proper wedding?”

“Already finding fault with my beloved, Mother?” I used my stern tone with her. I didn’t want her to bother Asia with her silly notions of what was proper and what wasn’t.

I chuckled at how I was already thinking in terms that the woman on the computer screen would soon be with me, playing the part of my wife. While really she’d be my sub.

I’d never made a woman be something she wasn’t before. It was new to me, and I was pretty sure it’d be new to Asia too. Would she mind it? Should I tell her about the fake marriage up front?

I thought that might be better left until after the contract was signed. I could word it in such a way she’d have no choice. That’s what I’d do!

“Goodness, no. If she’s shy, that’s fine. I’ll give her time to get to know me. She and I will be best friends!”

My mother and sub, best friends!

I had to chuckle again. “I’m sure you will.”

“You sound so happy, Jett. She makes you happy, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, she does.” I ran my fingers over the screen and wished it was her I was touching. “She’s lovely, Mother. The kind of girl you’ve always wanted for me. Smart, beautiful, and down to Earth. I can’t wait for you guys to meet her.”

I knew I was asking for a miracle that Asia could be all those things. But I wanted it all to be true. I wanted her to be the woman I thought would be perfect for me.

It was the oddest thing when I looked at that picture. I could see her in a way I’d never seen anyone. It was if I had seen her before. Like maybe in my dreams. She seemed so familiar, so right.

“I’m so happy. I’ll let you go. I’ve got place cards to order with my daughter-in-law’s name on them. Love you.”

“Love you, Mom.”

I put the cell down and scrolled down to read more about the woman who was intriguing me so. She was a little thing at 5 feet 3 inches. Her hometown was Queens. Her hobbies were hiking, which I liked too and row boating, which I hadn’t done, but thought it sounded cool.

Looking at what she was wearing, I liked her style. A crisp white shirt with a lace collar looked cute on her. She was demure, yet captivating. She’d make a great mom. I could see her putting kids on a bus or driving them to school, shouting 'I love you' as they walked away from her. She’d smile and get back into the car, looking like a little doll who was all mine.

Then it hit me that I was thinking like a fool. I was pretending she could be what I really wanted. She’d be my sub. She’d do as I told her to, pretend to be my wife and anything else I said.

I didn’t know why I was being so ridiculous. It was as if her picture alone stirred something inside me. But I knew she’d be like all the other subs I’d had. She was there to make money, I was sure. She wasn’t the type to be there because she actually wanted to be there.

I’d had two subs who needed money, and that’s why they came to the Dungeon. Women who did it because they wanted to were much better to work with. They enjoyed it when I spoke sternly to them. Ruled them with an iron fist. Asia needed money, I was certain of that.

But she’d look the part, and if she wanted my money, she’d act it too!

I scrolled down some more, and the words that popped up made my c**k thump.

My little Asia was a virgin!