Page 7 of Filthy Commitments
“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 and 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 of that woman on the computer screen being with me and playing the part of my wife. Even though she’d actually 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 again 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 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 perfect.
“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 my cell down and scrolled down to read more about the woman who was intriguing me. 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 had never done, but thought it sounded cool.
Looking at what she was wearing, I liked her style. A crisp white shirt with a lace collar that brought out her cuteness. 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 needed. I didn’t know why I was being so ridiculous. It was as if her picture alone stirred something inside of me. But I knew she’d be like all the other subs I’d had. She was there to make money, I was sure of that. 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 the came to the Dungeon. These women did it, because they wanted to have better to work with. They enjoyed it when I spoke sternly to them. Ruled them with an iron fist. Asia needed money, that I was certain of. But she’d look the part, and if she wanted my money, she’d act it too! I scrolled down further and the words that popped up made my cock thump.
My little Asia was a virgin!
Asia
The message light was blinking on my laptop as I opened it. The Dungeon of Decorum had an app I’d downloaded onto the desktop. I was sure it was a message from the woman named Isabel who I spoke with. She made the arrangements for my physical examination and sent me a message when the results were sent to her. I was sexually healthy, physically healthy, and the doc confirmed my birth control method of the pill and had given me a six month refill.
She told me, she’d send me a message as soon as my profile went up on the website. That’s what I thought I’d find when I opened the app. And there was one message from her and one from a man named Jett Simmons.
Did I have my first nibble?
I opened hers, and it was just as I expected, a welcome letter. Then I opened the one from the Dom who was interested in me. My heart was pounding just as hard as if I was about to meet him in person. The message was short and to the point.
I like the look of your profile. Let’s talk.
