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Complete Submission | Kurt & Nick 6/17

Tagging: @dom-khummel & @submissivelynick Location: Kurt’s Suite Date: Saturday, June 17th, evening Summary: Bingo scene (in progress--will be updated when complete) for TPE (Nick), rope (Kurt), and forced orgasm (Kurt)

Nick had really had to force himself to focus on his homework break Saturday afternoon in order to be productive in the slightest. He'd done so much since he'd chosen his Bingo card on Wednesday evening that the whole time felt like a bit of a blur, and he was so excited about spending time with Kurt today and Sebastian tomorrow that concentrating on his schoolwork was hard to do. He'd gotten the work all done, though, and late Saturday afternoon, he found himself kneeling outside of Kurt's suite, waiting for the Dom to answer his knock.

Kurt had been anxiously pacing in his kitchen when he finally heard the knock. For as curious as he'd felt about a total power exchange, finally doing one with Nick had him completely on edge. He'd already decided it would in no way be sexual-- too terrified of doing anything Nick wasn't okay with, but hoped to set rules that implied a TPE for Nick, and was open and flexible. "Come in sweetheart. Go take a seat on the sofa," he instructed with a smile, nervous smile as he opened the door, noting Nick's polished and perfected greeting, kneeling politely. "I want to go over what this will entail since it's a first for both of us.. Baby steps."

Nick smiled nervously up at Kurt when he saw him on the other side of the door. "Hi, Sir," he said softly, entering the Dom's suite as he was instructed. He toed off his shoes and left them sitting neatly by the door before making his way over to the couch. He bit his lip for a moment before looking back at Kurt, mostly eager to get started but a little anxious about giving up this much control, even to someone he trusted as much as Kurt. "Baby steps, Sir," he agreed.

Kurt nodded as he joined Nick on the couch. "Exactly. So I'm not going to necessarily tell you everything... Tell you what to do what to think... But I am going to require more from you, Understood?" He waited a moment before continuing. "Tonight from the moment you leave this couch until we crawl into bed you're to ask me permission for anything you need, okay? That means any time you need to use the restroom, want something to eat or drink, want to change clothing-- change the tv channel.. Anything physical. This excludes obvious things like breathing... Certainly expect you to still think too. But you'll need permission to speak candidly as well, which you can ask for at any time. Otherwise, you are to only speak when spoken to, unless you need to safe word. If you need to do that, I expect you to not hold back and say it the moment you're uncomfortable, okay?" He reached for Nick's hands, taking them in his own. "I also won't ask much from you tonight in terms of other commands or forms of submission, provided there is no need to punish you... I don't want you to have to worry about anything else. Any questions? Does this make sense, sweetheart?"

Nick listened carefully to everything Kurt had to say about how their evening was going to go. Asking for permission to do things--he could handle that. He had a little bit of experience with that with Mateo, and this was just taking it up to another level. He smiled as Kurt took his hands and eventually nodded. "I think I understand most of it, Sir," he told him, "but I do have a couple of questions. How am I supposed to ask permission for things? Is it okay to just ask the question, or do I need to somehow get permission to speak first?" He bit his lip nervously, wondering if he was overthinking this. He usually was. "And, um, what do you mean, other commands or forms of submission, Sir? I'm completely fine with it, but I'd just like to know what exactly to expect."

Kurt ran his thumb over Nick's hand gently, hoping it was reassuring. "All good questions, Nick. You may speak to ask questions regarding things you need, Nick. It's okay to ask permission, though bear in mind I may not always grant it," he responded with a playful wink. "As for other commands, I meant I don't intend to make other requests such as kneeling, preparing food, helping with chores, etc., while you're here tonight, Nick. You're here to keep me company. Understood?"

Nick gave Kurt a small smile when he felt him rubbing against his hand. He trusted the Dom, and he was glad to be exploring this with him for his first time, rather than someone else. "I'd probably like it if you didn't give me permission sometimes," he admitted softly, blushing a little. "I understand, Sir, yeah." He cocked his head to the side a little. "I'm not opposed to doing any of that for you, though. I hope you know that? But I'm happy to do whatever you want me to do, Sir. I don't have any more questions."

Kurt smiled, delighted that Nick seemed on board and there were no concerns. "Good boy.. And duly noted in regards to permission and the requests... We'll see. I don't want to overdo it for either of us, but perhaps if things seem to be going well. Now you remember what I said? The moment you leave that couch you're consenting to this until we crawl into bed to sleep tonight-- at which case as soon as we're laying down in bed you can safely assume the scene is over." He stood up, releasing Nick's hands and stretching slightly. He took a step towards the bedroom, gesturing for Nick to follow. "Now walk with me to the bedroom. Let's change into something a bit comfier for tonight, okay? I was thinking we could cuddle and watch a little television together, but we're going to change into something a bit more fitting for that first."

Nick gave Kurt a small little nod to show that he understood. "Yes, Sir," he said as he stood up, quickly giving himself a mental reminder that he was now under the rules of the scene from this point forward. He was curious about what Kurt had planned for the day, and when he heard it would be watching TV--at least at first--he smiled. This would be nice. He followed the Dom into his bedroom and paused just inside the doorway, not sure what Kurt wanted from him now and deciding that the best option was to wait for further instruction.

Kurt glance back at Nick, surprised and confused a moment when he stopped. Oh. To the bedroom. "Come inside, Nick, and stand beside the bed please. Then please strip down completely," he instructed, tossing off his own shirt and throwing it into his laundry hamper. He opened a drawer and pulled out two sets of silky pjs pants, one being the pair he'd made Nick his first month at the institute, and set the second pair on the edge of the bed. "Put your clothing folded beside the bed on the floor please, and take those pj pants right there and put them on, sweetheart."

Nick felt a little off with all of this, because he was trying so hard to follow the rules--especially the no speaking unless spoken to one. It seemed like as soon as he had the ability to talk freely taken away from him, that was all he wanted to do. "Yes, Sir," he said as he moved over to the bed, grateful to have something to respond to. He easily undressed, folding his clothes like he'd been instructed, and he slipped on the silky bottoms, enjoying the feel of them against his bare skin.

Kurt eyed Nick for a moment, curious if he should put a shirt on him or not. It felt a bit selfish, the material for his own already in his hands, but he enjoyed the view regardless. He wasn't sure how Nick was fairing though-- knowing they had a date planned for the next week, but also that Kurt didn't see himself developing feelings for someone he had already established as a friend. He'd let Nick decide, he decided, setting the shirt back down casually. "You'll answer when addressed, okay? So tell me-- are you cold? Yes or no. Do you think-- do you want a shirt, or are you good in just the pajama pants? ...And do you mind if I forego a shirt, or would that make you uncomfortable?" He grinned, adding the last bit, admittedly curious. He planned to do what he wanted regardless of Nick's answer, but had decided to see just how honest Nick would be with him tonight.

Nick was surprised when Kurt started asking him questions, but it was nice to have an excuse to talk a little more. "Yes, Sir, of course. I'm not cold, and, um... I don't want a shirt. I don't mind if you don't wear one, either, Sir, and it won't make me uncomfortable at all." He wasn't sure how much Kurt wanted him to say on the matter, but keeping it simple was probably for the best. He didn't need to have to explain to the Dom that he really preferred him without a shirt, though as it was, he was still blushing a little when he finished talking. He liked spending time with Kurt, and he really liked spending time with him without clothes.

Kurt nodded, sliding the drawer closed and unbuckling his belt, slipping it off and gently setting it on the dresser. He then slide down his shorts, underwear alongside them and gently tossed both towards his hamper, more comfortable in the nude around Nick after several scenes. Kurt glanced at Nick for a split second before slipping the pajama pants on and confidently strolling back over towards the submissive, reaching for his wrist and taking his hand in his own. "Follow me to the kitchen.. I'm thirsty," he instructed, tugging Nick behind him. Once he was at the destination, he quickly grabbed a glass from the shelf, dipping it under the facet and filling the glass half full. He eyed Nick for a moment, taking a sip himself before handing him the glass. He'd been tempted to keep the glass for himself, and wasn't sure if Nick would attempt to ask for permission, but instead opted to instruct him regardless. "Drink. At least a sip, but stop when you're no longer thirsty. Once you're done, set it on the counter beside the sink."

Nick licked his lips while he watched Kurt get undressed, wishing a little that he wouldn't get dressed again at all, but he knew it was a futile hope. He had a little frown on his face that disappeared when Kurt took his hand, and he walked along with him into the kitchen. He watched quietly as Kurt got just one glass of water ready for himself, and he was just about to ask to have one as well when the glass was handed over to him. "Yes, Sir," he said before sipping a little. He hesitated, waiting to see if he wanted more, then took another sip. Satisfied, he set the glass down on the counter as instructed. "May I kiss you, Sir?" he asked, biting back a grin.

Kurt raised an eyebrow, surprised by the sudden request. "No, Nick, you may not" he replied back calmly, but amused. He walked back over to the couch, leaving Nick there and seeing how he'd react, giving it a moment before he instructed. "Couch. Now. Come here and sit beside me," he instructed, one arm resting against the back of the couch. "Grab the blanket on the chair too before you sit down and cover us up when you sit. We're watching...." He picked up the remote, flicking through a few channels before he found a movie he'd seen a million times, thankfully barley started. "Runaway Bride. Now come. Sit."

Nick gave a little pout when Kurt denied him permission for a kiss, though that one little sentence somehow went straight to his cock. He'd told the Dom that being denied was okay, and apparently that's what he planned on doing. He was about to ask permission to join him when he started to order him again, and he hurried to do everything that he was told to do. He took the blanket and brought it with him, curling up against Kurt's side as he settled the blanket across both of them. He'd seen the movie before but didn't mind, having a feeling they wouldn't be paying much attention to it at certain points.

Kurt chuckled, finding the pout on Nick's face adorable as he leaned motioned for him to sit with him again, draping his arm over Nick's shoulders when the submissive sat and kissing his forehead. He let himself become engrossed in the film after that, not paying attention as time passed and the stayed curled up together watching the film.

Nick thoroughly enjoyed sitting there with Kurt, curled up and cozy while they watched the movie together. He was surprised that that was all they were doing, but he didn't really mind. It was nice to just relax and take advantage of the opportunity to spend time together. It didn't even really feel like a scene. As the credits finally started to roll, he stretched a little and turned back to look at the Dom. "Sir? May I use the restroom?" he asked, not wanting to get up but knowing he'd need the facilities soon if their scene continued.

Kurt considered the request for a moment, knowing Nick had been good and patient, waiting until the end of the film to ask, but simultaneously wanting to play around with the idea of the power exchange more. "On a scale of 1-10, with 10 being the worst, how badly do you need to use the rest room right now, Nick?" He asked, reaching for his phone that had been left on the table in front of them prior to Nick's arrival.

Nick bit his lip when Kurt didn't immediately give him permission and instead asked him a question. "Um," he hesitated, knowing that an honest answer wasn't going to get him the answer he wanted, but also knowing that he would never lie to a Dom. "Probably about a 6, Sir," he said with a little sigh. His eyes followed Kurt's hands as he grabbed his phone, curious about whether he wanted it for the scene or if he was just checking his texts.

Kurt nodded, setting a timer on his phone for five minutes before setting it down. "No then, you may not use the restroom. But you may ask me again in another five minutes," he informed, turning slightly with his back to the corner of the couch as he pulled Nick' into his arms more. His arms encircled Nick's chest, humming softly to himself as his eyes occasionally glanced at the next movie already playing on the television station.

Nick gave a little nod. "Yes, Sir," he said with a glance over to the Dom's phone. He didn't mind at all that he was brought back into Kurt's embrace, especially not with how content the other seemed to be to just hold him for a while more. He watched the next movie for a couple minutes, unfamiliar with this one, before he looked up at Kurt again. "May I kiss you now, Sir?" he asked, curious to see what Kurt might agree to.

Kurt rolled his eyes and let out a soft chuckle, arms receding from around Nick. "Now, hm? Implying my answer would change since the start of the night?" His phone beeped, notifying time was up. "No, you may not. But you may ask to use the bathroom again, and perhaps once we're done with the scene I'll say yes to that question. Third time's a charm, after all."

Nick sighed, though it wasn't an upset sound. It was more of a resigned one, knowing that Kurt was just teasing him like he enjoyed... even though he really wanted that kiss. "May I go use the restroom now, Sir?" he asked, biting his lip when he was done. He didn't really need to go that badly, but he definitely enjoyed the fact that Kurt controlled even that little part of him right now... and maybe he'd get that kiss later.

Kurt nodded, "You may, Nick, and thank you for being a good boy and remembering to ask so politely," he added, leaning in to kiss Nick's cheek before pulling back. "Once you wash your hands and leave the bathroom, join me in the bedroom, okay?" He grinned knowingly, moving to stand himself and walk towards the bedroom. He shut the door once he knew Nick was in the bathroom and stripped down, grabbing rope and his magic wand from his toy chest. He set both on the edge of the bed before moving to sit dead center in the bed, back against the headboard as he waited for Nick to join him.

Nick couldn't help the bright grin on his face as Kurt pulled back from the little kiss to his cheek. "Yes, Sir," he said as he got up. He went into the bathroom, took care of business, and made sure to wash his hands well when he was done. The fact that they were going into the bedroom already confused him, and he wasn't sure if they were doing more in there or if the scene was over. He bit his lip at the sight of Kurt so naked and so perfectly laid out in the middle of the bed with some toys next to him. "May I join you, Sir?" he asked, stopping just next to the bed.

Kurt motioned for Nick to join him with one hand, the other stroking his cock slowly. "What good manners, asking so politely. You may, Nick, but first you're to strip and toss those pj pants in the hamper. And don't be fooled-- we aren't going to bed just yet, sweetheart. This-" He motioned between them, continuing, "Ends when it's time to sleep, and I have zero intentions to let you do that just yet." He waited until Nick complied, adding, "Now what is it you wanted earlier, sweet boy?" He ran a palm along Nick's arm, tugging him into his lap. "I'm feeling generous, especially with what I have planned for you."

Nick grinned at Kurt when he was given permission to join him--and to undress. He did as he was told quickly, dumping the pants in the hamper, and climbed onto the bed next to the Dom. "I wanted to kiss you, Sir," he answered as he was pulled into the other's lap. He turned to make sure he could look into his eyes. "May I kiss you, Sir? Please?" It sounded like he was about to get permission, but he wanted to be absolutely sure, considering the scene they were doing.

Kurt grinned, mumbling "Permission granted," as one arm slid behind his back, pulling Nick closer to capture his lips in a greedy, controlling kiss. He nipped playfully at the submissive's bottom lip as he leaned forward then, inching them slightly down the bed and breaking the kiss just enough to roll Nick and him over so the submissive was below him. His palms immediately found Nick's arms, sliding down each before they clasped with his hands and gently brought each above Nick's head, pinning them to the bed. "Color?"

Nick didn't really have time to react before Kurt was finally kissing him. He didn't mind at all that the Dom was taking control--it's what he preferred, actually--even though it went against the request of Nick being the one to kiss him. Still, though, he returned the kiss, only stopping when Kurt did. He moaned softly as he was flipped over and pinned down, and he could feel himself growing hard at how possessive Kurt felt at the moment. "Green, Sir," he said, fighting the urge to steal another kiss. "Very green."

Kurt leaned in, pecking Nick's lips chastely at the response, delighted. "Good boy," he commented reaching for the pile of rope with one hand and temporarily releasing Nick's hand. His fingers threaded through a piece of it, thin, as he shifted his weight and sat in Nick's lap. The hand still holding onto Nick's quickly found itself with rope wrapped around it, pulling his other hand close then and binding his wrists. "Hands kept above the head until I opt to untie them. Understood?" He released Nick's hands again, letting them fall back against the bed as he shifted his weight forward again, palms on the bed pinning Nick's upper chest. "Do you remember my squares you agreed to help with, Nick?" He asked, leaning down and kissing his chest, glancing up at the submissive."

Nick grinned up at Kurt when he heard he praise, but he had to bite his lip when he felt Kurt's weight settle in against his legs. He was very close to exactly where he wanted him, but he wasn't close enough. He didn't say anything, though, and just let Kurt wind the rope around his wrists. He was grateful for the bondage, though he knew it would be a challenge to keep his hands there if they weren't tied to anything else. "Yes, Sir, understood," he said, and he gave out a whimper when Kurt moved again and started giving so much attention to his chest. "Y-yeah." It was quickly getting hard to concentrate. "Rope and... forced orgasm, Sir?"

Kurt nodded again, pleased Nick remembered. "Perfect, sweetheart. And I fully intend to mark off both of those squares with you," he commented with a grin, lips sinking lower as he kissed his way down the submissive's chest and stomach. "You have permission to cum as much as you want, Nick-- to give in to what your body wants... Because I assure you, it will be pretty hard to resist at a certain point. Potentially painful," he commented, reaching for the magic wand. He sat back on Nick's legs then, resting his weight on them. "I want you to enjoy this, Nick," he added, one hand grasping Nick's cock and beginning to stroke it slowly. The other had the magic wand in hand, flicking the power button on and bringing the toy to life. "Just try not to move your legs too much, okay? Or else I'll be forced to sit on your chest for the remainder of the scene and won't get to see your pretty face each time you cum for me now, will I?" His tongue darted out, running across his lips as he glanced down at Nick's cock, eyes flickering to meet Nicks again for just a moment as his hand stilled on his cock, holding the base as he pressed the vibrator to the tip of Nick's cock.

Nick bit his lip as he listened to Kurt talk. Something about his voice was just magical--especially when he sang, but even just now it was too, talking about sex and orgasms. He was surprised that he had permission to come, so different from most of their scenes together, and that made him worry a little about what he was in for. "Yes, Sir," he murmured, a low moan escaping once Kurt finally grabbed hold of him. It didn't take much for him to get hard embarrassingly quickly, but he knew that Kurt would enjoy that. He watched in curiosity as the Dom stroked him, eventually taking hold of the vibrator and pressing it against his cock. Nick cried out at the pleasure it caused, never having experienced anything like it before, and his body jumped. His hands started to slip down in front of him but he caught himself in time and slid them back over his head. A moment later, though, he was completely caught of guard by that familiar feeling inside him. He didn't hold back like he'd been doing lately, though, and he came ridiculously quickly, his come shooting up and out of his cock and landing mostly on his abdomen.

Kurt raised an eyebrow, surprised by how quickly Nick came as he kept the vibrator pressed closely, running it along Nick's length as he came, coating his stomach with strings of come. This was where it would get fun. "Mmm.... Good boy, cumming so quickly. Eager to please, aren't you?" He chuckled, adding, "Let's see how long it takes for you to come again now then, yeah? Feel pretty sensitive, sweetheart?"

Nick whimpered once his orgasm had passed and the vibrator was still pressed tauntingly against his cock. "Y-yeah, Sir," he said, starting to squirm a little when the vibrations didn't let up. His cock needed some relief, but he knew he wasn't going to be getting any anytime soon. "Hurts," he murmured as he struggled to stay still and not knock Kurt off of his lap. He knew he had his safe word if he needed it--but he didn't. "Wanna-- wanna be so good for you, Sir."

Kurt eyed Nick closely, his smile fading slightly as he nodded. "I know you do, Nick. It's what makes you such a good submissive-- how much of yourself you give to your scenes and Dominants," he complimented softly, pressing the tip of the vibrator to Nick's cock again. "Such a good boy for me... The pain will pass if you just stay strong." His hand around the base of Nick's cock moved, gently rubbing his hip even though the other held the wand close still. "Painting your stomach with all of that come-- you think you can keep going? ...Color, babe?"

Nick panted shallowly as Kurt continued to tease him with the vibrator and his hand. The praise filled his heart with pride, and it just made him more determined to get through this pain and enjoy another orgasm if he could. "Green, Sir," he replied breathlessly, starting to moan a little, somewhere between pain and pleasure as the vibrations worked their magic on his cock to get him hard again far too quickly after his first orgasm. "I-- I'll go as long as you want me to, Sir. A-all night if you want."

Kurt eyed Nick, delighted when he saw Nick quickly approaching another orgasm as the pain seemed to fade. "That's it, sweetheart. Just one more time and we can curl up and go to sleep... Come for me," he murmured, delighted when Nick eventually came across his stomach again, visibly exhausted. He immediately switched off the toy then and began to undo the binding on Nick's ropes, leaning forward to kiss the submissive's lips. "Such a good boy-- I'm very proud of you," he murmured against his lips before pulling away to get a wet cloth. As tempting as it would have been to keep going, he didn't want to push Nick's first time with any new experience, and wanted to put all of their square requests to an end. When he returned to the bed he cleaned up Nick and ushered him below the sheets, pulling him close. "Time to sleep now, sweetheart. No more commands, no more requests, we're done and you did a very good job. Thank you."

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Tomeekha is a successful business professional within the corporate world of medical healthcare. She is a zealot for multi-media art and community advocacy for artists. Tomeekha is the co-owner of Black Cotton, LLC where she is Publisher of literary projects for the Black Cotton Publishing division. Her expertise in business and the arts allows her to enjoy consulting for startup businesses and creative projects. Her debut novel, Earth’s Quiet Chaos, is a fictional narrative inspired by life experiences. She is spirit-led to share stories that will uplift, empower, educate and inspire individuals to live in the highest version of self.

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In the past, I mostly wrote poems and short essays. It wasn’t until the year of 2012 that I acknowledged my passion to tell stories. I love to write. If I’m thinking it, I have a strong need to write it. What drives me is being of service. I’ve adopted something my husband always says, “We were born of creativity to create.” This statement resonates with me because I strongly feel that we show each other the way by sharing our stories.

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