A Dark and Winding Path

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He grabbed my attention immediately, making my heart hammer. He stood there, tall, broad and dark, leaning with his back to the bar, his elbows just resting there, a whiskey in his hand, and his dark eyes, amused, and mesmerising.

Throughout the evening, my gaze was drawn to him, and I blushed knowing that he knew I was stealing little looks at him. His face was stoic, though not unfriendly, and I recognised in him a dominance that my submissive nature had been seeking. I had repressed this side of myself for too long, and I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that I needed to explore this growing need within me, and yet I was scared. Not simply scared of the unknown, but scared of myself, of my reaction, of how far I might go, of what I would become.

I was hyper aware of him, could feel his eyes on me, perusing me unrepentantly. I wanted to approach, but I didn't. It wasn't my nature to do so.

I danced, I sat, I chatted with various people, and all the while my attention was drawn inextricably to the man by the bar. He stood out, exuding an air of command, like he was used to being in charge of those around him.

Mustering my courage, I approached the bar, and ordered another drink, perhaps I could bring myself to start a conversation with him. My first drink had most likely evaporated with the heat from my hand, for I had no memory of drinking it. I fumbled in my purse for my wallet, but the bartender told me my drink had already been paid for, and I glanced up, and met the dark mesmerising eyes. Blushing, I glanced down, and noticed that there was something scrawled on the napkin on which my drink was served. I picked it up, and turned toward what little light existed in the dark club, and read what appeared to be an address.

I looked up puzzled, and knew immediately that the dark stranger was gone. My heart hammered, and I thought to myself that what I was about to do was stupid in the extreme, and yet I knew I had to take this course of action.

Forty minutes later I stepped out of a cab, checking the address once more. It was an upscale brown stone house, with steps leading to the door. I felt as though I might faint as I climbed the stone hewn steps and rang the bell. I pulsed with a mixture of excitement and fear, and I smiled when he opened the door.

"I'm Bonnie"

Terry Blair stood at the door of his villa and stared down at the woman who had just introduced herself as Bonnie. He nodded as she stepped inside and he closed the door slowly and said, "I am Terry. Come in... you can put your coat and gloves over there on that coat rack and table..."

He never let her out of his sight, examining her as he watched her step into his foyer and peel slowly from her coat... catching her trying to get stolen glances of him. Once she finished, he said, "Come in..." He turned and swung his arm slowly towards the large living room.

The living area was of a modern expressionist design with metal tubing supports, black cushioned couches on white carpets. Stainless steel and chrome highlighted the entertainment center as well as most of the kitchen. The floors in the dining area and kitchen were black highlighted with white and a splash of color. There was a door that looked like it headed into a basement that had a lock on it.

He watched her sit down and never let his eyes off her. He noted how she kept looking down and he said, "Look up at me... I want to see your eyes..."

Slowly ... very slowly and hesitantly he watched her look into his. Her eyes were golden in color, highlighted with blue near the center. He knew instantly that she was what he wanted as he peered what felt like quite literally into her soul...

He said, "Do you know why you are here?"

Terry watched her shake her head and then he said, "I see... perhaps when we are done tonite, you will know..."

"I am Terry. Come in... you can put your coat and gloves over there on that coat rack and table..."

His voice wrapped around me, drew me in, calmed me somehow. Even as I moved to comply, my mind was whriling. What the Hell was I doing here? I hadn't even texted anyone the address! What if he was some kind of weirdo? And yet, I felt strangely safe. I shouldn't have, but I did.

His house was impressive, expensive fixtures and fittings. I eyed the white carpet, which contrasted so sharply with the black leather sofas, and thought idly to myself that he must not be a serial killer, because surely a mass murderer would have chosen a more practical colour than white. Blood would never come out of that!

But for all my weird thoughts, I didn't feel in any way threatened by him, I felt drawn, as though he had something I wanted, something I needed.

I sat on the couch, as instructed, and looked up at him, feeling myself drawn into the dark abyss of his eyes, they were hypnotic, almost.

"Look up at me... I want to see your eyes..."

Time seemed to stand still as I wallowed in his gaze, and my self doubts evaporated.

"Do you know why you are here?"

Mutely I shook my head, sucking my lower lip between my teeth nervously.

"I just know I had to come... I felt..... drawn to you!"

I spoke for the first time, and, as I heard my own voice, I realised how quiet the room was, no television on, no music playing, and I realised that he had been waiting for me.

"You knew I'd come"

It was a statement of fact, not a question, and nervously, I clamped my knees together, with my fingers pinched between them. I wanted a drink, desperately. My mouth felt dry.

"M..may I have a drink?"

My voice seemed small in the quiet, but he smiled faintly and walked to a small integrated bar, which matched the black and chrome of the room, returning a moment later with a Southern Comfort on ice, which I took from him. I held the glass like a life line. I admired his form as he bent, sitting beside me, my eyes drinking him in from head to toe, as I waited... my nerves stretching to their limit.

He reached out, and took my now empty glass from him hand, and set it on the coffee table, then, taking my hand he pulled me to my feet, with the instruction "stand still". I did, feeling every nerve in my body tingle as he walked around me, looking me over. Then, he stopped behind me, and I felt the zip of my dress lowering, as it was opened completely.

It was surreal, there was no kissing, virtually no touching, and minimal conversation, and yet I was here in this strangers house, standing still while he unzipped my dress. My body hummed, and I knew my face was flushed though more with arousal than embarrassment.

"Step out the dress and come with me!"

He spoke softly, and I complied, I felt as though my knees were knocking, and my heart hammered as I stood in my 5" heeled pumps, nude thigh highs, tiny black lace thong, and matching half bra, as I walked half a step behind him, as he moved leisurely though the house. I felt more exposed and vulnerable than I ever had in my life...... I also felt more aroused.

"Step out the dress and come with me!"

I watched you slowly step away from your dress, casting only a glimpse at it in doubt. I am pleased however as you step another step away. I have to admit you are brave and bold...

I turn and lead you away from the living area and head to a game room... A pool table sits as the centerpiece of the room, with a chrome light fixture over it... a wet bar on the far wall, and a large 52" TV with several game consoles, DVD player, etc...

I turn towards you and tap on the pool table and say, "Sit here..."

As I walk to the bar, I pour up two more drinks... my bourbon and your glass of Southern comfort. I hand it to you and then stand in front of you as you sit on the edge of my pool table. I gaze into your eyes for few moments, sip on my drink and then turn and slowly walk around the pool table.

"You have walked through your entire life in expectations. You strove to make A's in school because it was expected. You went to college because it was expected... You are working your ass off at a career because it is expected of you to do so...you were at that bar with yours friends today... because you were expected to go... weren't you?" I stop in front of you and look into your eyes, piercing them deeply.

I begin to move again... "And in all this time, you have pleased everyone else in your life... your parents, your room mates, your friends... at the cost you never expected to pay. At the cost of your displeasures... You have found a growing discontent inside you... a hollowness..."

I find myself in front of you again and gently move my hand to your chin as you cast down your eyes and I lift your face to look into mine and say, "You feel empty inside... sad... in need... a need you can't fulfill..."

I look you in the eyes and whisper, "It is okay... we all feel that way at some point in our lives..." I lean forward and softly kiss your forehead, then back my lips to your ear and whisper, "The problem is... what do you intend on doing about it..."

I back my head away and see you turn your head to look into my eyes... We are inches from our lips touching. I say, "I saw that look in your eye. You are lost... lonely... searching... you feel no one understands you..."

I back up even further and then let my hand move to my drink and sip on it again... I say, "Everyone, at some point or another, has to make a choice in their lives... do they continue to live a life of satisfying everyone else's expectations... or do they live their lives satisfying their own? Can it be possible to do both?"

I let you think about that a moment as I walk to the bar and pour up an ice water... then sip on it. I say, "You made a choice today. You could have easily had thrown that paper away... and lived your life of other's expectations... but you didn't... you are here... half naked... on my pool table. I would bet that you never even told a soul where you were going either..."

I see you twitch at that and I smile. I walk towards you, reach to your hands which are around your drink and set it aside a moment. I then say, "I will not stop you ever if you choose to get up ... go out that door and live your life of expectation. But if you choose to stay here... with me... you are choosing to learn how to really live. How to... enjoy true freedom... "

I step to the side and make sure the path is clear for you. I whisper... "I give you one more chance to get up and leave... if you choose..."

I follow him, my heart beating as I move through the house into what appears to be an entertainment / games room

"Sit here..."

I look at the pool table, and blush, and I imagine myself being fucked on top of it, but I bite my lip and comply, putting my hands behind myself and hopping up. I look as he walks away, and I take a deep, steadying breath, looking him over as he goes to the bar, returning with a drink, and I feel the need of it, to steady my nerves, and I grasp it gratefully, and sip it.

He moves around, circling the table and it brings to mind a tiger circling its prey. He has that same contained energy that is seen in predators in the wild, and I find myself thinking if I had seen someone like him on America's Most Wanted.

My fear subsides again, and I know, instinctively that I am safe. As he talks about me, about how well I did in school, in college, about my desire to please everyone, about my dedication to my career, to my friends, I feel as though he has seen into my soul. But as he continues, speaking about how empty, how lost I am in myself, I realise that this man, this stranger has recognised in me, something that I have only recently discovered, something I have hidden, repressed, and denied, even to myself.

"You feel empty inside... sad... in need... a need you can't fulfill..."

I feel tears well, not because I am upset, but because I feel suddenly exposed.

"It is okay... we all feel that way at some point in our lives..."

His breath tickles my neck, and his words caress and calm me, and when he kisses my forehead, I press against the soft warmth of his lips, and I know I am right where I need to be.

"You made a choice today. You could have easily had thrown that paper away... and lived your life of other's expectations... but you didn't... you are here... half naked... on my pool table. I would bet that you never even told a soul where you were going either..."

His words set me on edge again, and I am kept off balance, and I look up to see him smile, knowing that he is at once scaring me and soothing me. I smile back, relaxing a little more.

"I will not stop you ever if you choose to get up ... go out that door and live your life of expectation. But if you choose to stay here... with me... you are choosing to learn how to really live. How to... enjoy true freedom... "

I am already nodding my head in silent agreement.

"I give you one more chance to get up and leave... if you choose..."

"No! No, I want to stay... I..I need to stay"

I have the note of desperation in my voice, but I don't want to be sent on my way now. From the moment I saw him earlier in the evening, I knew, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was the man I needed, the one to unlock the person trapped inside me, to set her free, and allow me to live as I needed to live.

He is the embodiment of the nameless, faceless men I have seen in the dreams that have awoken me in the early hours, my body throbbing with a desire I cannot sate. He is what I imagine as I rub myself raw in the early dawn.

I drain the remainder of my drink, enjoying the burn as it goes down my throat, and I set the glass aside. This is no time to be timid.

"I.. I need you! You understand me, better than I understand myself, and I trust you. I want you to show me, teach me.. how it can be.... how it should be! Please! This is what I want!!"

"I.. I need you! You understand me, better than I understand myself, and I trust you. I want you to show me, teach me.. how it can be.... how it should be! Please! This is what I want!!"

I lean in and take your glass and walk it to the bar sink and then wash it up, turning towards you and say, "Then from this point on... no more alchohol. period. I will not have any training to be tainted with alchohol. There will be no doubt that you are in your right faculty when taking it. That goes for drugs too... if you use them... you stop... now... do you understand?"

I watch you nod. I walk back towards you and let my hand rest on your leg. I say, "Next... there is something called a safe word... what a safe word is... is your one way to end training immediately. If you find something that is happening to you that troubles you or bothers you, then utter the word... your word... is RED. What this means to you..."

I move my hand to your chin and lift it up to look at me. I say, "If you utter this word... this single word... I will stop any and all activities going on. Think of it is a movie being put on pause. You will tell me what the problem is and we can either adjust what we are doing... or stop the scene all together."

I run my hand through the back of your head into your hair and tug gently, "This does not mean, however, that you are weak... or foolish... or chicken... a safe word is in place for your safety and there will be no reprecussions from using it... do you understand... pretty?"

I watch you nod again and then say, "Good... and now..." I let your hair go and walk towards the entertainment cernt and roll a chair over towards the pool table stopping just a few feet from it and say, "Do as I say now... come off the table, kneel down right here... your knees spread shoulderwidth apart... your fingers interlaced behind your head, chest out, back straight, eyes to the floor... do it now... pretty..."

Once you reach this position, I adjust your body to make yourself as presentable to me as possible. Finally, I say, "Ahh... now that is perfect pet... you may look at me..." I brush my hand along the side of your face and say, "You have shown me pleasure with your obedience..."

As you react to it, I gently lean back and say, "Now... I know you have questions... issues... and thoughts about what is to come... and about me... you are free to ask me anything you desire... however you can only ask me from this position... do you understand pretty?"

I listened as he began, explaining that I was to have no more alcohol, and no drugs, not that I used drugs. I had experimented a little a long time ago, but it had made me violently sick, and I had never had the urge to try more. I nodded my agreement.

"Next... there is something called a safe word... what a safe word is... is your one way to end training immediately. If you find something that is happening to you that troubles you or bothers you, then utter the word... your word... is RED."

Okay, safeword, Red, got it! I was becoming more and more excited as it occured to me that this was happening, it was really happening!! He was going to train me! This, that I had hungered for, for so long, was finally to become a reality!!

He continued to explain to me about my safe word, and how it would operate.

"If you utter this word... this single word... I will stop any and all activities going on. Think of it is a movie being put on pause. You will tell me what the problem is and we can either adjust what we are doing... or stop the scene all together... and there will be no repercussions from using it... do you understand... pretty?"


I blushed at the compliment, and nodded my head. My mouth felt incredibly dry as I bubbled with excitement. This experience was what I needed, and this man, he was the one to teach me. I was in awe of him, but not scared, and although I didn't really know him at all, I truly believed I could trust him.


I look up as he sits on a chair that he has magicked out of somewhere, and then slide to me knees before him, as he tells me to do, arranging my knees the required width apart, and interlacing my fingers behind my head, thrusting my chest forward as I adjust my position. He fine tunes it, getting me perfect.

"Ahh... now that is perfect pet... you may look at me...You have shown me pleasure with your obedience..."

I beam, ridiculously pleased with myself, and revelling in the little term of endearment, as I gaze into his eyes and feel at once that I have both lost and found myself there.

"Now... I know you have questions... issues... and thoughts about what is to come... and about me... you are free to ask me anything you desire... however you can only ask me from this position... do you understand pretty?"

I nod my head, and then force myself to speak.

"I understand, and I don't have any questions.... not right now.. though I am sure I shall think of plenty as time goes on."

I smile, feeling oddly comfortable in my position. Had I been in this state of undress, with any other man, I think the idea of being comfortable would have been laughable, but the fact is that I feel relaxed and ........ as if I am where I ought to be.

Thoughts go through my mind, disjointed and random.

Will I be staying the night, the weekend maybe? Should I leave before he asks me to? What is the protocol for such circumstances as these? It is so entirely out of my field of experience that I shall have to rely on him to tell me what to do, and when I should leave, and .... I suck in a breath, if we are to meet again.

"I want this..... I feel as though I have not been complete before this.... and I will need you to steer me though, what for me, are totally uncharted waters."

I pause for a second, and the silence stretches, and for reasons I cant quite fathom I confess, needing him to know the truth.

"I am more excited now than I have ever been. I... I am w..wet and throbbing....and I know this is going to be intense! And I will prove to you that I am worthy of your time.... you wont regret it, I swear""

"I am more excited now than I have ever been. I... I am w..wet and throbbing....and I know this is going to be intense! And I will prove to you that I am worthy of your time.... you wont regret it, I swear"

I smile as I look down at you and say, "Yes? Then what I am going to tell you is going to surprise you... I am excited to take up the challenge..."

I get up and walk to the other room... not giving you any instruction... and I pick up a large duffel bag with a lock on it. I also pick up your dress, purse, and cell phone. When I return, I find you exactly as you are and say, "Excellent little pet... during your time in training... you will ask me for permission to move... to go pee... to get water... as you move deeper into your training... you will be granted a few freedoms..."

I sit down in front of you and continue, "You may ask me anytime you wish to do anything... but do not assume I will automatically give you a yes to your request. Do you understand?"

After watching you nod, I say, "Good..." I open the bag to show it empty. Setting the lock on the table, I take your dress and fold it up and put it inside. I then put your purse in... then turn off your cell phone and put it inside too... I look at you and say, "You desire to learn submission... ?"

You nod again and I say, "Good... the one rule of your submission is you are not allowed to wear clothes of any kind... without my say so. Stand up... strip out of all your clothes fold them up into the bag. Then you will zip the bag up and lock it with that lock."

I watch you study me a moment and say, "Your items will be returned to you later... but a submissive remains always open to their dominate... So... stand up... strip little pet..."

I lean back in my chair and watch... I know you are new to this... and I know you are ready to learn... but this is where the rubber meet the road... there is no turning back from this point on...

"I am excited to take up the challenge..."

those words warm me and I smile. I watch, a little confused as he turns and leaves the room, and I wonder if he intended for me to follow. I falter for a moment, but decide to stay put, and I hold my position. As it turns out it was the right thing to do, and earns me praise.

I listen to further instruction - I ask, if I want something, to move, to use the bathroom, whatever, okay, i can do that.

"You may ask me anytime you wish to do anything... but do not assume I will automatically give you a yes to your request. Do you understand?"



I nod, and then watch as the bag he carried is opened, and my dress folded and put in, along with my purse, and my turned off cell phone. There feels like there is something symbollic about the act, and it sends a quiver through me.

"You are not allowed to wear clothes of any kind... without my say so. Stand up... strip out of all your clothes fold them up into the bag. Then you will zip the bag up and lock it with that lock."

I bite my lower lip, my eyes searching his face, as I hesitate. It is only a seconds hesitation, but it feels much longer, and he reiterates that I am to stand and strip. My heart pounds so hard, I'm sure it can be heard in the room, as I reach behind me, and fumble momentarily with the clip for my bra, before I feel it give. I am slow removing it, my hands holding my breasts and I suck in a breath for courage, as I begin to bare myself.

Next I take off my shoes, which begin to feel as though my feet have been moulded into them, first one, and then the other goes into the bag, and then I roll one thigh high down my leg, over my knee, and down to my foot, before tugging it off. I unroll it, and smooth it out, folding it carefully, more due to playing for time than for any special desire to care for them. The second follows the same path, and then I am naked, save for the tiny panties that are all that is shielding me from total exposure. Slowly, my eyes still holding his, I hook my thumbs into the sides, and mentally counting to three, I tug them down my legs, and toss them too into the bag, zipping it, and then locking it.

I stand, feeling incredibly vulnurable, and the contract between my nakedness and his state of full dress is not lost on me. It takes everything I have not to bring my hands to my breasts and pussy in an effort to give myself some modesty, but I win this internal battle, and keep my hands to my sides, though a heated blush creeps from my chest, up my neck, and over my face. Though I am wearing full makeup, I know it does little to hide my embarrassment.

Despite this though, I am not in anyway unhappy. I feel antsy, yes, but I am also excited, and filled with anticipation. My eyes sparkle with my contained ... almost euphoric feeling of excitement, as I await the next step.

I can tell you are nervous... scared... not because you fear I would do something horrible to you... but scared that I won't approve of you. I slowly get up and walk towards you. You seem to not want to look me in the eye... perhaps for the fear of meeting rejection. I let my fingers caress your cheek... along your jawline, over your right ear, tucking a strand of hair behind it...

I lean in and whisper into your ear, "You are magnicant... little pet... Davichi himself could not have painted a finer specimen than the one standing before me..." I lift your chin up and make you look into my eyes to see my sincerity.

I let my eyes move back down your body, examining everything that your body has to offer. Your soft slender neck resting on your shapely shoulders... your perfect mounds with soft aerola's surrounding a firm nipple... I glance down your arms, your hands which twitch simply as a way to keep busy... I lean around your, my chest brushing lightly against your nipples and I say, "What a magnificant ass... it is so firm and delicious looking...

As I look back up at you, I see the fear is gone... at least most of it is as I say, "You know your body better than anyone else... including all the little flaws. While they scream out to you, they are silent to me." I take a knuckle to your chin and lift your eyes to mine and said, "You are a lovely woman Bonnie. A simply lovely woman who has a body you should be imaculantly proud of..."

The last of the fear seemed to slip away. I then turn and say, "You are waiting for your next task no doubt and your wait is over. Do you see that full length body mirror over there... go to it, interlace your fingers behind your head and then gaze at your body..."

As you quickly go to obey, I can see it is hard for you to look at your own body and it only reinforces the motto that you are your own worst judge. I let my head appear inside the loop that your left arm and gaze into the mirror at your own eyes. I say, "Rule one... You will be who you are... in these walls. Out there in the real world, you put on your mask of indifference... but here... here you are going to be the real you. No lies, no deciets, no pretending to be anything you are not. Do you understand?"

As you nod I slip to the right loop your right arm made and whisper into your ear and say, "You have a gorgeous body... beautiful eyes... and an absolutely stunning face... I have chosen you to train... So with that said... rule two... You will not ever demean or trash yourself in my presence... Doing so would cast discredit on my choice in submissive... and you don't want to do that... do you?"

I watch you shake your head and then said, "Good little pet... tell me the first two rules again in your own words pet..."

"You are magnifcant... little pet... Da Vinci himself could not have painted a finer specimen than the one standing before me..."

I beam at the compliment, looking deep into his eyes, searching for artifice and finding none. My nerves still a little. The perusal continues, and my heart beats hard. I am not lacking in body confidence, but to be subjected to such intimate examination, to be the only one of us naked, makes my toes curl.

"What a magnificant ass... it is so firm and delicious looking...

I giggle a little, uncomfortable with such praise.

"You are a lovely woman Bonnie. A simply lovely woman who has a body you should be eminantly proud of..."

Now I feel much better, I feel as though I have completed the inspection process, and I have passed, I exhale, relieved.

"You are waiting for your next task no doubt and your wait is over. Do you see that full length body mirror over there... go to it, interlace your fingers behind your head and then gaze at your body..."

Oh God! It's like he can see inside my head, and knows which buttons to press. I have seen myself naked on many occasions, of course, fleetingly as I go to the shower, or as I dress in the morning, stepping into panties. But when I have stood before the mirror to gaze at myself, it has been a self examination to find fault. Have I gained weight? Does my butt look big? Or have I lost weight? Have my breasts lost some of their fullness as a result? My body is not perfect. It is not the ideal... my legs could be longer, sleeker, my arm muscle more defined. The pale skin, shielded from the sun by my bikini seems to emphasise my nakedness, highlighting the features that make my body female, my breasts, nipples and my quim.

I blush as he looks over my shoulder, and I am acutely aware of his size relative to mine, as he towers over me. It's much more obvious now that I am barefoot. He remains behind me, our gazes locked in the mirror as he tells me the rules of engagement, which I take in, and commit to memory, nodding and shaking my head at the appropriate times.

"Good little pet... tell me the first two rules again in your own words pet..."

I am glad that I have paid such close attention. I take a deep breath, my breasts rising sharply as I do so.

"Rule number one - no artifice. I am to be totally myself, no deceit, open and honest. Rule number two - " and I blush at this "you have chosen me as your submissive. I will not discredit you, or disrespect you by casting dispersions on that choice, by criticizing myself"

My voice, quiet, sounds strange to me, and I can decipher the barely contained excitement that is building in me. I look up again my eyes seeking his, looking for affirmation that I have correctly interpreted his rules. I manage a smile, its a little shaky but a smile none the less. I am standing with my feet shoulder width apart, by body reacting to the intimate study, and I feel my pussy swell as it opens. My eyes drop, and I wonder if my clit, throbbing as it is, is visible as it nestles between the lips of my pussy. I blush, and hope that the direction of my gaze has gone unnoticed.

I listen to your explaination of the first two rules as you have interpreted them and I give a nod. My face is usually pretty lack in emotional so if you are watching carefully, you see my smile twitch slightly. That is as much gratification of pleasure that you get from me.

As I observe you, walking around you, I have not done any touching of your body other than a casual precursor brushes of my hand... as the evening is going to go on, you are going to realize something. Something that may surprise you...

I stand off to hte side of you, much like a drill instructor so you can keep your eyes blazing into the mirror. I say, "Rule three is simple... if I give you instruction that you do not understand... ask me for clarification. Do not fear retribution for it... I want you safe and sure in yourself... As far as any other rules... well... we will build up from what we have. I won't discipline you on something if you have not been explained the problem."

I keep close eye on you are you gaze into that mirror. My eyes glance down your body and I say, "Before we get into training, do you have an phobias or medical conditions that I need to know about. Fear of enclosed spaces or a bad shoulder? It will not end your training... just have me alter your training some..."

You shake your head and give a humble 'no sir...'

"Good pet... come with me then... Keep your hands behind your head..." I turn and walk back to the main living area and stand you in the middle of the room. I walk to the cabinet and then I come back with a thick steel chain about 2 foot long and a thick heavy lock.

I let your eyes look it over and I say, "this is a training collar. It is meant to be ugly, uncomfortable, noisy and heavy. You will wear this as long as you are training with me pet... do you understand?"

You give a nod and I see you hide a smile as I move my arms on either side of your neck, wrapping the chain around your neck and then securing it with thick thick lock. Once it snaps into place, I let the lock rest on your sternum as I turn and walk to the cabinet, opening it up and begin looking through my inventory of items. Ropes, whips, cuffs, canes, belts, knives, dildos, latex hoods, blindfolds, collars, and other insidious devices are neatly lined up inside the cabinet.

I reach up and pick up a large thick coil of soft rope, two sets of leg cuffs, a blindfold, a small jingle bell and a scarf. I look at you and set all the items on the table next to you and i say, "These are your clothes for the evening. Take a look at them." I begin uncoiling the rope and then walk behind you and say, "Move your arms behind you in a comfortable position."

I quickly begin coiling the rope at your elbows, securing your ropes so your shoulders have to be forced back slightly. I then move the rope around your body under your cleavage being careful not to touch your body yet... tie a knot in the back with it, then wrap again, above the cleavage, tying another knot. I run the rop over your right shoulder, and between your cleavage, coiling it securely before moving over your left shoulder and tying another small knot to secure it.

I take the remaining rope and run it down to your wrists, where I wrap it around your wrists, careful not to force your arms too far back and secured them firmly in place. The entire time I am tying you up, I am ensuring I touch no intimate part of your body. I can feel your lusty need for it... but as you go on, I hope you realize that your submission is a seperate thing from your sexual gratification...

I look at you and say, "Are your arms hurting you, feel like a joint is pulled?" you shake your head and then I ease you onto the couch and say, "Good" I turn and take the two leg cuffs and knee in front of you. I secure both cuffs to the legs of the couch... then one cuff is connected to your left ankle... the other to your right. Your legs have no choice but to spread wide, hiding nothing from me.

I gaze down at your sweet honeypot and I find the urge to take it right then and there... but restrain myself mentally as I slowly get up... you can easily see the growing bulge in my pants as I pick up the blindfold, scarf and bell. I then say, "This is your first exercise. Giving up your freedoms to me, means I take ownership of everything pertaining to your body and your senses. When one sense is taken away..."

I slip the blindfold onto your eyes and tighten it down, I whisper in your ear, "The rest of your senses heighten to make up for the missing sight." I can feel you jerk slightly as my words sink into your body.

I then say, "The scarf, in one moment I am going to turn into a cleave gag and take away your ability to speak... but before I do, I want to tell you about this bell. You are going to bite down on the handle of this bell and hold it perfectly still. Since you can't speak, you cannot utter a safe word. So this bell is your safe action. If you need help, shake your head hard and make the bell ring. If we hit a hard limit or phobia kicks in... make this bell ring and then let it go and fall into your lap. that will tell me you are in trouble and I will let you up. Remember, even though you are in my training plan, this is your body which you will always protect..."

I tie a knot in the middle of the scarf and then say, "open your mouth..." I slide the gag into your mouth, wrap it around your head and tie a double knot into it to ensure you can't speak. I then take the small handle of the bell and rest it on your upper teeth and said, "Now bite down."

As you take command of the bell, I say, "Now... one more thing. I do not want to hear this bell make a single noise... unless you are in trouble... which means you will remain perfectly still the entire time. I am going to be here in the same room with you at all times, watching you, making sure you are safe... while you are in this position, I want you to really think and contemplate just how this makes you feel. If this is what you really want. I may let you up in 2 minutes or 2 hours... the choice is mine now... and with that... enjoy..."

I kiss your cheek whispering, "You can do this... I am proud of you..." I then get up and take a seat across the way, looking at you. I pick up a book about Dante's Inferno and open it up and start to read...

I maintain my position as I feel his gaze moving over me, and I resist my natural instinct to press my thighs together. The silence stretches, before he speaks again, detailing rule number three, which I simplify to 'if in doubt, check it out' is committed to memory, adding it to the others. The mention of discipline make me quiver, and I wonder what that might entail. Fortunately, he continues to speak, distracting me from my line of thought.

"Before we get into training, do you have an phobias or medical conditions that I need to know about. Fear of enclosed spaces or a bad shoulder? It will not end your training... just have me alter your training some..."

I shake my head.

"No Sir, not that I'm aware of!"

He tells me to follow him, and to keep my hands behind my head, and I do, my elbows pressed back, and I feel utterly exposed as I walk, feeling my breasts bounce with every step. We stop in the sitting room, and my eyes widen as I see him with a length of chain, and I wonder as to its purpose.

"this is a training collar. It is meant to be ugly, uncomfortable, noisy and heavy. You will wear this as long as you are training with me pet... do you understand?"

"Yes sir"

I quiver as it is wrapped around my neck, and certainly I am VERY aware of its being there. It's padlocked in place, and the lock rests at the point just below the hollow of my neck. He returns once more to the mysterious cabinet that I am so curious to see inside, and returns only a moment later, laden down. ropes, cuffs, a scarf, blindfold and a bell are laid out before me, and I gulp in air.

Soon thereafter my arms are tied behind my back, in a not altogether comfortable position, and the rope encases my arms, while another forms a rope bra of sorts, making my breasts jut out obscenely. My body quivers, and I am acutely aware of the scent of my own arousal permeating the air. Not once, not one single time has he touched me, and my desire increases, growing insidiously, burning away my natural decorum, to a point where I am sorely tempted to press my body against him in an effort to ease the throbbing within me.

He sits me on the couch, and kneels before me, and I look expectantly, thinking he is about to unfasten his pants and plunge into me, but its not to be. My disappointment wars with my burning arousal, as the cuffs are secured to my ankles, and then my legs are spread wide, and I gasp as a shudder goes through me, as the cool air meets the heated, damp, quivering flesh of my now exposed pussy. I am creamy with excitement, and know that my glistening folds must confirm that, and I feel my face blaze with sudden embarrassment. His fingers feel cool against my burning cheeks as the blindfold, gag and bell complete my outfit.

My nostrils flare as I gasp in deep breaths, struggling to maintain my composure. It is not panic, but rather a wild desire that makes me do so, and in doing so, my olfactory senses are filled with the smell of my own arousal, and I know that maintaining my position is going to be hard, incredibly so.

"This is your first exercise. Giving up your freedoms to me, means I take ownership of everything pertaining to your body and your senses. When one sense is taken away..."

I strive to please, to hold still, despite how hard I find it. He whispers in my ear, and his hot breath teases the sensitive flesh just below my ear, sending a quiver through me.

"Now... one more thing. I do not want to hear this bell make a single noise... unless you are in trouble... which means you will remain perfectly still the entire time. I am going to be here in the same room with you at all times, watching you, making sure you are safe... while you are in this position, I want you to really think and contemplate just how this makes you feel. If this is what you really want. I may let you up in 2 minutes or 2 hours... the choice is mine now... and with that... enjoy..."

Oh God!! I am excited, nervous, and filled with anticipation, feeling the rightness of this, knowing how much I need it, knowing that now, finally I am to learn what I need and desire the most.

I jump slightly when I feel his lips brush my cheek, and his words of encouragement reinforce my will to successfully complete my task. Time stretches, and I discern that there is a clock ticking somewhere, or perhaps it is inside my own head. I hold the position, feeling my arousal grow. I wonder if I am leaking my juices onto the sofa, it feels as though I am, although it may be a trick of my imagination.

What's not my imagination though is the effect on my body of the clear mental picture I have in my mind, of how I look. My clit feels swollen, distended, and I can feel it throbbing so hard, in a way that only very rarely happens. I wonder if it is visible, and in my mind's eye it is, pulsating rhythmically in time with my heart beat. The throb is so incredibly intense, that I moan, not breaking position, but unable to contain the noise that so conveys the deep level of my need. I want nothing more than to bend forward and squeeze my thighs hard together, to get some relief, and I think that I might even cum from such an action.

I listen, and hear the occasional turn of a page, or creak of the leather as he crosses or uncrosses his legs. I hear liquid being sipped, and a glass being set down. Time stretches, a minute feeling like twenty, and my need burns deep within me, as I sit there, spread open and vulnerable, throbbing with such intense desire that I imagine, had I taken an aphrodisiac, the feeling would be no less severe. I ache to be touched, or even to touch myself, and I know it would take so very, very little to send me over the edge.

It has been exactly 1 hour and 27 minutes, before I get up. I see your head jerk in my direction and then shrink away as my footsteps lead me out of the room to the small bathroom to the left. I can imagine by now your hearing is so fine tuned that you could hear a mouse break wind three rooms away...

I use the facilities and then walk back into the room before I say in a tone that startles you causing the bell to ring... "I am very pleased with you pet... You look amazing just like this..."

I walk to the cabinet and pull out a digital camera and walk back to you and say, "I am going to take a few pictures of you pet... but before I do, know that there are two places these pictures will end up... my computer in a encrypted file... and your inbox. Though I believe you will need no photos to remind you of tonite, you will appreciate how you look and feel right now every time you look at yourself... do you understand?"

You nod, causing the bell to ring slightly. I let it pass. I begin snapping pictures of you... from afar, up close, your cleavage, your face, your ankles, the bell, the ropework, everything... more than 2 dozen pictures...

I set the camera on the cabinet and return with a completely different tool. I hold a soft white flogger in my hand made out of two 4 foot lengths of white cotton rope, doubled up and taped with electric tape, and then unwound the rest of the way, creating hundreds of long cotton threads as hte part that would strike the skin. I walk back to you and say, "Do you know what this is? Don't answer... it is rhetorical."

I let the whip threads caress your body, over your mounds and perky nipples, down between your spread apart thighs, your knees, your tummy, your face... it is clear that it is soft and there are lots of strands. I say, "It is a cotton starter flogger." I lift up the blindfold and give you a moment to get your sight before having you look at it.

I say, "Part of being my pet, is not only learning how to reign in your pleasures as you have this last hour... but how to reign in your pain as well."

Your eyes shift to mine and I run my hand through your hair and say, "I am not a sadist... I assure you... but I do know the value of this lesson. As a submissive, there are times the only thing you have control of is how you body reacts to stimulus, whether good bad or indifferent..."

I lean in, kiss your forehead and say, "You are going to experience that today little pet... starting with this..."

I slide the blindfold over your eyes once more... the let my hand move down your face softly before settling on your neck. I gently clamp your throat, not painfully at all... but enough to make the sub come out. I ease your back back on the couch in an almost slouching position.

You are truly a gorgeous woman and I want to have you so bad it hurts! But I can't... right now... there is a barrier of trust in which I will not violate with you. I won't force myself on you no matter how badly I may want to. I gaze down your body, seeing the pool of your juice on the couch and smile. I take my fingers, touch the pool to dampen my fingertips and then taste your juices with my lips. I give a moan because you taste sweeter than a Georgia peach...

I take whip... and lash it at a medium strength! it lands across your highly sensitive nipples... the as I slowly pull away, hte strands of cloth caress your skin again...

And it is only just beginning...

I hear him move, get up, leave the room, and time seems to stand completely still. I strain, listening, terrified I'm going to hear the front door, but, no, he has promised that he will not leave me. I must trust him, I do trust him.

I'm still wrapped in my thougts when his voice sounds, close to me, and I am amazed that I hadn't heard him return to the room.

"I am very pleased with you pet... You look amazing just like this..."

I smile around her cleat in my mouth, pleased to be praised so.

"I am going to take a few pictures of you pet... but before I do, know that there are two places these pictures will end up... my computer in a encrypted file... and your inbox. Though I believe you will need no photos to remind you of tonite, you will appreciate how you look and feel right now every time you look at yourself... do you understand?"

I suck in a breath, panicked at the thought of being photographed like this... what if......No! I stop myself persuing that train of though. He has promised to keep them encrypted, he wont post them online, or show them about to his friends, I'll take his word on that. I nod, blusing deeply as I hear the faint electronic whirr of the camera as multitudes of photographs are shot. I feel him very close for some, further away for others, and a part of me is very eager to see them, while another part dreads it.

"Do you know what this is? Don't answer... it is rhetorical."

I'm about to shake my head, and I stop in time. Something soft, delicate and soft trails over my hypersensitive flesh, making me tingle, almost, but not quite, tickling.

"It is a cotton starter flogger."

flogger?? The word catches my undivided attention, and my nostrils flare again as I breath rapidly. Then he shows me what it is, and I relax again. It looks harmless enough.

When he talks of my learning how to handle pain, my heart takes off again at a gallop. He must see it as he calms me.

"I am not a sadist... I assure you... but I do know the value of this lesson. As a submissive, there are times the only thing you have control of is how you body reacts to stimulus, whether good bad or indifferent..."

Okay, I can do that. I want to do that.

My hopes for instant gratification are waning now, as I begin to grasp that this is a marathon, not a sprint, and I have a lot to learn first. The blindfold robs me of my sight once more, and I am pushed back, and then the whip falls across my nipples. I start, but manage to hold my form. without my sight, I am all anticipation, wondering where it is going to land next. It doesn't hurt, any more than a tingle, but it has my senses on fire.

I wait, a slave to sensation, wondering where it will land next.

I can see your body jerk... twitching as the flogger lands across your body back and forth. Never is the flogger on your skin more than a few seconds at a time... I can see your body starting to turn a little brighter red as the flogging moves over and over... and then I set the flogger down and pick up the camera and snap more pictures of the reddened skin.

I watch you for a moment and I can sense you are nearly lost in your skin. Taking away your site, your speech and taste, all you really have to experience the world with is your skin... your ability to feel and it is so heightened at this point...

I lean down gently and silently in front of your body as you are lost in that subspace mode and I purse my lips... and softly and slowly blow cool air across your pelvis, along your saturated pussy and directly over your clit... and it takes exactly 4 seconds for me to get the result I was seeking... a squeal leaves your body and I see it seize up. Your clitoris pulses slightly and your vaginal walls contract... all this without me laying a single finger on you... I take that camera and snap a few more pictures of you as you are reaching your climax... and slowly coming down from it.

As your back comes out of the arch, I can hear you whimpering and your hips thrusting gently and I can't hardly control myself... I want this body so bad I can't hardly stand it. But I maintain... I presevere and withhold myself though I know that you body is yearning for touch.

I look up at your body, run my fingers softly against your cheek and say, "That is good... little pet... You know have discovered how the use of pain and make your body heightened pleasure..."

To be honest, I am not even sure you are comprehending what it is I am saying at the moment, but I know you are reacting beautifully... Totally wrapped up in the sensations... and I am your musicman... plucking all the right strings to make your body dance...

I turn and walk towards the cabinet and begin rummaging through my items... and come out with a cobolt blue vibrator. It was 8 inches long, medium thickness, with a black base and a clitoris tickler on it as well. There was a small sensor attached to the base. I walk back to you and I say, "Now... it is time to control the amount of pleasure sensations your body experiences. When this goes in, you will lean forward so the cushion holds it in and you will squeeze on it like your life depends on it... And under no circumstances will you allow your body release... until I say so... Do you understand?"

I see your head nod and I carefully take the toy and slide it along your incredibly creamy lips. It finds no trouble at all slipping inside. Your body literally sucks it in till the tickler rests on your sensitive nub. I can see you are fighting release right now and I watch your nose flare over and over struggling to maintain your composure.

I reach to your chain collar and pull you up till the toy is secured inside. I leave you seated that way and I go and sit down across from you. My hand holds the remote that turns on your toy. I say, "Of all the training you will recieve, you would think handling pain is the worst of it. In truth, how you handle your pleasure is truly the hardest part..." I flick the remote and your body instantly siezes up in orgasm number 2...

The kiss of the flogger heating my skin, and then almost soothing it, as the silky strands are dragged over my sensitive flesh seems to subsume me. Tied as I am, I cannot move, blindfolded, I cannot see, and as a consequence, my entire focus is on the silky strands that tease and torment me, striking randomly across thigh, pussy, stomach and breast, sometimes in quite quick succession, and sometimes with pauses so long, I wonder if it is over.

The whirring of the camera goes again, and it heightens everything further. My nipples feel as though they will burst off my chest, and I can feel my pulse throbbing within them, and likewise, in my clit, and deep within my womb.

My nostrils flare as I try to calm myself with my breathing, but before I can do so I feel his breath, his lips pursed, blowing a tickling stream of breath across my clit, and I go off like a firecracker. Several powerful waves of sensation pulse out from my pussy rolling down over my legs and up over my torso, and the bell rings as I convulse.

I try to stay still, but cannot. My vaginal walls pulsate, clenching hard, as it generates yet more of its slick honey. My face, I know is red, and heated, and I pray he is not snapping me now! Then I hear the whirring, and my arousal mixes with embarrassment, at the thoughts of having so intimate a moment recorded. Still, I resign myself to the fact that it is not within my remit to control, and once I accept that, it becomes a little less embarrassing.

I brace myself for what might, or worse,might not come next. Need is pulsing through me, and if not for my gag, I would beg him to fuck me now. I desire nothing more than to be pressed down hard into the couch, and made scream as he thrusts into me hard and fast...... I moan, the thought coinciding with little after shocks from my orgasm.

"That is good... little pet... You know have discovered how the use of pain and make your body heightened pleasure..."

The words only vaguely penetrate the fog of my lust, and I smile slightly, the action probably not even visible with the gag and the bell.

"Now... it is time to control the amount of pleasure sensations your body experiences. When this goes in, you will lean forward so the cushion holds it in and you will squeeze on it like your life depends on it... And under no circumstances will you allow your body release... until I say so... Do you understand?"

I nod, expecting his cock to be pressed into me, but instead it is cool plastic, and it makes me jump a little. I am so slick that it goes inside me with relative ease, although it feels big, and I feel my body stretch to accommodate it, until it has bottomed out.

I can feel the attachment, a clit tickler being carefully positioned, and so soon on the heels of my climax, I think I might cum and I fight it, struggling to distract myself by forcing my thoughts else where. Rivers of the world. A Amazon, B ... Boyne, Congo, Danube, Euphrates, G... I'm stuck on G. It has served its purpose for now, and calmed my passions...... a little.

I'm now seated almost upright once more, my body weight holding the vibe inside of me. A part of me can't believe that I am sitting here, doing this, with a man I met only hours earlier, and yet I feel as comfortable with him as if I have known him for years. No man has ever seen me with a vibrator, and to be spread so lewdly, with it seated deep within me strikes a perversity that appeals to me on a deep and dark level.

"Of all the training you will receive, you would think handling pain is the worst of it. In truth, how you handle your pleasure is truly the hardest part..."

His words focus my attention, particularly the word pleasure and realisation dawns that he is going to tease me with this vibe, watching intimately. That thought alone sends me throbbing.

Then he activates it, and it springs to live within me, with little vibrations right on my clit. It must be remote control, I realise as he is several feet away from me. I clench tightly as he has told me too, squeezing my pelvic floor to grip the vibe
tightly.

His words are repeating in my head like a mantra.

Under no circumstances will you allow your body release.

Already my body is screaming for release. This is going to be so hard. I try to relax my pussy's grip on the rubber phallus, knowing that my squeezing is making it harder to stave off the orgasm which is shimmering so close.

My body has been wound tight all night long, since I first laid eyes on him, and allowed my vivid imagination to conjure him in the starring roles of my fantasies. Despite the orgasm earlier, it has not eased my need one iota.

I don't want to fail. to fall at so early a fence is totally unacceptable to me, and more so, I don't want to fail, or to disappoint him. Holding off cumming is not something that I am any good at. Normally, when I'm with a man, I am struggling to cum, and when I am alone.... I spend more time making myself cum again and again in rapid succession. Desperately, I am back to my rivers again.

Ganges, the Ganges, I mentally leap for joy at this distracting thought. My body is shaking with the nearness of my climax, and my efforts to hold it off. H... H.. Oh, Hudson, Indus, Jordan, K.. hmm.. The brilliance of my shimmering climax has mercifully receded, and I am breathing hard, as I struggle to keep my composure, and not disappoint. I know he will allow me to cum when he is ready, and I know that it will be powerful, but worth the wait.

I watch you literally struggling harder than you have your entire life I would imagine and I pick up the camera and snap more pictures of you... you are literally a picture perfect specimen right now and it is killing me not to have you... but not for this session... not yet...

I lean into your ear and I whisper, "Pet... you may... cum..."

It was like unleashing a tidal wave! I watched your body flail back into the sofa, your hips lift off the cushions, the toys slipping out of you and falling to the floor! I hear you scream out through your teeth as the entire evening of sensations comes crashing in on you!!! Clear hot fluid explodes from your loin... splashing all over the cushion and floor... down your legs... I am gathering from the amount of release and the projection of it, you have had what was considered a squirter...

I take more pictures of you... in the hottest throws of the release... all the way till your body finally relaxing... falling back into the seat... The screams are replaced with hard shallow breathing and I lean forward and remove your blindfold and your gag. I lean down and uncuff your ankles as well...

With nearly full use of your senses once again, I sit down in the seat next to yours... grab your hair, turn your head to face me and I can see that combination of carnal hunger and deep satisfaction coarsing through your body! I smile and say, "Well done pet... you have truly impressed me. I expected a major orgasm... I was not expecting a squirter... such as what you just did...."

I let my eyes move down your body, your heavy breasts, your damp and trembling skin... I want to take you so badly it hurts and yet... I just can't allow it. It would defeat the entire purpose to this lesson...

I help you to your feet... giving you a few moments to gather yourself as I help keep you upright. When I am ready, I lead you to the bathroom, loosen your ropes at your wrist, hand you a wad of tissue and allow you a few moments of personal time by closing the door a moment.

When the toilet flushes, I open it again, this time holding a warm towel in my hand and use it to dry your skin off gently. I look at you and say, "Come with me..."

I turn and head to my overstuffed chair and take a seat in it. I look at you and then said, "On your knees pet..."

You struggle to move without the use of your hands but you manage to awkwardly move to your knees. You can see the bulge in my slacks and I smile as you make no secret in hiding your gaze of it. I run my fingers through your hair and said, "That is not what this is about pet..."

As you look to me, I say, "Think about the role you have chosen. You are submissive... a submissive is like the lead role in a play. You are the star of the show. Everything that happens in the play from the lights to props to support characters... is there to evolve and grow the lead throughout the performance." I run my fingers through your hair and then say, "I am dom... my role in this play is everything else. I control what the lead feels, experiences, sees, smells, tastes, and interactions... I am the supporting roles, the crew behind the scenes, the props, the director and producer. It is my job... to make you look your absolute best. It is my job to make you shine. Your job is to interact and react to everything happening around you and to you with the best of your abilities..."

I am not sure if you are entirely following it but I think it is sinking in a bit. I keep going, "Being submissive... does not mean you just lay there and take it. It does not mean I automatically get anything sexual out of it. Does this make sense pet? You may speak..."

My body is shuddering with the force of fighting off the climax that I know is inevitable. Sweat sheens my forehead with the effort I'm putting in fighting the stimulation. I hear the camera, and it feeds my arousal but I don't want to fail, I don't want to disappoint, him, or me, and I try, so very hard not to.

Then, his hot breath in my ear

"Pet... you may... cum..."

Its instant. I convulse like I have been electrocuted, my hips involuntarily lift as my back arches, and I ride the air, the vibe sliding noisily from my wet cunt as I scream. The high pitched noise reverberates around, and I feel the pronounced wet pulsing, soaking my thighs. For a dreadful split second, I wonder, but no, this has happened once before, to a far lessor extent, but I know that is cum pulsing from me.

I finally sink back, embarrassed to find the couch as wet as my legs. my breathing is harsh and fast, and my breasts rise and fall in rapid succession.

Cag, blindfold and cuffs are removed, I suddenly feel very shy, knowing what you have just witnessed.. He sits next to me, and turns my face to his, and I part my lips ready for the kiss I am expecting. I expect to be pressed back and thrust into, but that doesn't happen either! I suppress a whimper.

"Well done pet... you have truly impressed me. I expected a major orgasm... I was not expecting a squirter... such as what you just did...."

My cheeks flame at his reference to my climax, and I chew my bottom lip, resisting the urge to look away, or squeeze my eyes tightly closed.

I'm helped to my feet and led to a bathroom where I am relieved to have a moment alone. I pee, then soak some tissue with water, and use it to clense my legs where they are damp with my cum. I wipe myself, flush the toilet, and wash my hands, forcing myself to look at my reflection. I look like I have had a night of passion, and I smile. I cup some water in my hands and splash my face, pulling myself from the hazy fog of lust that clouds me. I have to take a deep breath, strengthening my resolve as I leave the relative safety of the bathroom, and go to face the man who has wrought so much pleasure from my body.

I take the towel, gratefully and I rub my body dry from where I have hastily washed it.

A moment later, I have struggled so I am on my knees before him, as he sits, legs parted, in his overstuffed chair. My eyes are focussed on the bulge tenting his pants, and I long to upwrap the package, now, finally, it is to happen. I wonder how much of it I'll be able to take, will he expect me to manage to deep throat.....

"That is not what this is about pet..."

He's looked inside my head again, reading my thoughts, or so it seems.

"Think about the role you have chosen."

He proceeds to explain to me what my role as submissive is, and what his is, as a Dom, and while parts of it escape me, I grasp the essence - he directs my performance, so as to showcase me at my best.

"It does not mean I automatically get anything sexual out of it. Does this make sense pet? You may speak..."

I think for a moment, and I nod.

"Yes, I think so. I think I understand."

I pause for a moment, wondering if I should continue.

"You have shown me how...." I search for the right words, feeling suddenly inarticulate. "... how incredibly intense.... it can be. And .... I guess you know... it was so hard for me to stop myself from cumming for as long as I did... I've never done anything like that before. I didn't want to disappoint you, to spoil it by not holding off, but I couldn't have held on much more than another thirty seconds, a minute maybe."

I know I'm rambling a little as my thoughts tumble out. I blush when I think of what I am about to say. It is not in my nature to be so forward, but for some reason I feel strangely comfortable enough to say it to him.

"I want you.... badly!"

There it is! Bluntly stated, and with no finesse. My eyes are down cast, as I blurt out the rest.

"I... I know that you will decide when the time is right... but I just wanted you to know my thoughts on it.... if you hadn't already guessed."

I hear your confession and smile knowingly. The feeling is so freaking mutual it hurts... but not yet... not yet... not yet...

I watch you for a long time staring at the ground and I run my hands through your hair, turn your head gently up to look at me and then I lean in and kiss your lips... the kiss is soft and sensual, but controlled as I keep a firm grip on your head with my hand as I kiss...

"You are learning even faster than I was expecting, little pet. Your mind and body are like dry sponges quickly absorbing all the information I give you... and I can see you are going to be an outstanding little pet." I slowly back up and gaze into your eyes again. There is so much life in those eyes. I can see through your mask... through your pain and triumphs, through your deceits and lies... I can see you at your core... raw and exposed... much like a newborn babe ready to start growing.

I smile as your eyes continue to gaze into mine and I say, "Tonite, you will stay with me. As it is Friday, can I assume tomorrow is free?"

Watching you nod your head, I continue, "Good. You will remain here tonite and tomorrow. As my submissive, I will require you to attend to certain domestic duties while in training. Duties that will include preparing showers, bathe me, turning back the sheets, preparing drinks, and the like. Right now, you will rise up, go out that door and up the stairs. The first door on the right is the Master bedroom. The bathroom is on the left. You will turn back the sheets, then prepare a shower for us. Once it is ready, return here and inform me. You may take your leave... don't take long..."

As you slip up to your feet I let my hand linger on your backside for a few seconds. That ass is to die for and I want to have it so hard and deep... I see you turn your head and glance at me. I know you can see the hunger in my eyes and you can see how badly I am resisting your temptations...

I remain in my chair as I watch you head out. You cannot sneak around the house with that heavy chain on your neck and every step jingles the metal. I smile as I think about how much like a bell on a kitten collar sounds. I get up and take the glasses, putting them in the dishwasher in the kitchen before returning back and standing in front of the fire and thinking about my next part of your training...

"M... master, it is ready?" I hear you say and I slowly turn to you and see you at the door, naked and so ready.

I walk towards you and stop half way then say, "Come here..."

You start to walk then stop, lower to your knees and then cross to me. I look down at you and say, "Here me well on this. I am not your Master... at least... not now. I am your dominate." I help you to your feet and then we walk out of the room towards the stairs.

"Being submissive or being dominate is not about a choice. It is who you are inside. You did not choose to be submissive any more than you chose to have blue eyes or dimples on your backside." I walk to the steps, then stop and look at you, "a dominate is just who I am. I did not choose to be a dominate... just to practice dominance. Everybody that walks this planet is either a submissive or a dominate... they just have to choose to live that way. Until they make that choice, they are just vanillas... or people that live bland lives. You have heard of submission and dominance in other terms though... such as follwer and leader, team player and team captain."

I turn and walk slowly up the stairs and continue to speak, "As a submissive, you are free to choose one or more dominates to train you... as I am free to choose one or more submissives. However, just like in the courting and dating times prior to a marraige, eventually, you single in on one whom you wish to make a more permanent relationship with... You and your dominate may desire to formally lock yourselves to each other through something called a collaring ceremony. Think of it as... a wedding. You accept the collar of a Master."

As we turn at the top of the stairs, I walks into my bedroom with you a step behind. I turn towards you and say, "Undress men, but do not unnecessarily touch me."

As you begin to work, I say, "Once you accept a collar, you become 'property' of a Master. Generally you are allowed only one Master or Mistress... though the rules are really flexible. You would be generally required to not play with anyone else without permission from your Master."

As I step from my clothes, I look at you and say, "I say this because you referred to me as Master and I have not earned that title with you... not yet... You may refer to me as sir..."

I listen to all he says, with avid attention, confirming that I am free tomorrow, and, then I stand to go and attend to the tasks he has set me.

I feel the heat of his hand on my ass, as he lets it just rest there, and I beam, thrilled at the lust, patently evident on his features, as I turn and leave the room. I can't help myself, I roll my hips, and sway to my ass as I leave the room, feeling like the most sexual being on the planet. He has made me feel that way.

I turn down the sheets on his enormous bed, and gaze around the bedroom with interest. I would love to poke around, to look through his things, to gain insight into this man who has so completely captivated me, but, I curb my innate curiosity, and go to the bathroom.

Again, it is opulent, a large double vanity, a sunken tub, with whirlpool jets, and ..... it takes me a moment to find the shower. Its huge. behind what I had thought was the back wall of the bathroom there is an arch at either side, with a huge shower, rainforrest heads and multiple body jets, mood lighting, and an integrated tiled bench all comprise the luxurious shower, and I think to myself that I would spend hours in here! I turn it on with its remote control, to its preset favourite tempreture, accidently activating the music too! I jump, fumbling, dropping the control, before I managed to switch it off, and hurry from the bathroom.

M... master, it is ready?"

He calls me, and I begin to walk, before I have the idea to go on my knees and crawl, which seems appropriate. He help me up, and we climb the stairs, and he tells me to call him sir, and explains to me that he is not my master, but, for now, my Dominant. I listen to the rules and they make sense.

"Undress men, but do not unnecessarily touch me."

My hands shake as I reach up, reminded again just how tall he is, how small I am in comparison. I begin unbuttoning his shirt, my fingers feeling thick and clumsy, and I have to take a deep and steadying breath. Then I make better progress, and I have to force myself not to rush. I have a desire to rip at the annoying little button on his shirt, sending them flying across the room, but of course, I don't. Finally it is opened, revealing his powerful chest beneath, and I long to lean in and lick him from naval to collarbone.... but of course, I don't. He's wearing cuff links, and I remove them from his shirt, and place them on the nightstand. and then removed his shirt, and lay it on the bed.

My hands want to attack his belt next, but instead I kneel removing first one shoe, and then the other, then his socks, the hair on his legs tickling my fingers. I set the shoes inside the walk in wardrobe, and the socks on his shirt. Then his belt. It is one where the leather passes behind the clasp, and it takes a second for me to work out how to open it, and then I pull it through the beltloops with a hiss, and set it on the bed. My fingers dip slightly inside the waistband as I grip and open the fastening, and slide down the zip. Eagerly, I tug on his pants legs, going down with them, and helping him to step out. I look up, and see the bulge in his boxerbriefs that has caught my attention all night, I can see he is rock hard, and my nostrils flare as I smell the precum that I know will be shining the head of his cock. My hands shake, at this, the last obsticle to his nudity, and I am careful not to catch his skin with my long nails. I manage to get my fingers into the waist and I go once more to my knees, pulling his boxers down, revealing him in all his glorious nakedness.

As I help him step from his boxers, I look up, heavy balls pulled up tight in his groin, his cock, swollen and jutting out,bobbing, teasing me, begging for attention, and I long to lean in and lick the length of him, swiping that glistening bead from the head. I feel myself lean in, and it is an effort to rock back on my heels and come to my feet. I step back and look over his body, proudly displayed, and I smile that he stands there, and lets me look my fill, suffering from none of my shyness! I see a few scars for old injuries,and I long to know all the little detail, how, where and when they were acquired.

His body is imperfect, I am sure if one was to look critically at him, but to me, he is perfection personified, and I am mesmerised by him. Strong, muscular and the epitome of masculine, and my mouth waters, and I have the crazy notion of licking him from head to toe.

The shower! I am distracted, and my gaze goes to his slightly amused one.

"Sorry Sir.... I was.... distracted!"

It seems so natural to address him as such, and I drop the clothing in the laundry chute, and we go through to the bathroom which is already getting steamy, and I lead the way to the shower.

I allowed you the pleasure of enjoying the view of my body and I had to admit... I was a bit embarassed by the attention. I know all my flaws... all my problems... though I work on my physique daily, I still have a little excess body fat on my body. I have my scars from my time in the service. I keep myself trimmed and clean.

I chuckle as I walk into the shower and find that you are ready and waiting, a soapy sponge in hand. I can see you are starting to get it. As my little pretty, your job is to take care of all my needs... anticipating what I want and desire...

I stand there perfectly still and watch you as you start to touch me... and then stop, look up and say, "May I have permission to bathe you sir?"

I give an approving nod and say, "Of course and thank you for asking."

You take no further query and your hands are all over me... washing each inch of me... I don't need to even fine tune things as you go. This is something you are so eager to do and very thorough with. Even as you reach my genital area... you hesitate only a moment before soaping me up and massaging me till I am rock hard once again...

As you complete your task, I say, "And now my razor..." I pick up the shaving foam and lather my face and head with it... I see you reach to the razor and as you turn to look at me, you see me sitting down on the corner seat, my head more at your level. I say, "Do not... cut me... you may begin..."

It is obvious you weren't expecting that as you looked at your new task and then take it on eagerly. I sit perfectly still as you shave my face... wincing only once or twice as you work that razor carefully. I lean my head forward and feel you move that blade across my skull over and over again, ensuring my shaved head stays that way. Once you think you are done, I check with my hand and find a few little places here and there that aren't quite right but mostly you did great.

I let you reshave the places you missed and when it is done, I recheck and give an approving nod. "Smooth as a slave's bottom..."

I stand up and say, "Now... it is your turn little pretty... put your hands on the wall... there and there... that's it..."

Picking up the soapy sponge... it is my turn and I take my time with your flesh... feeling every inch of you... touching your in the most intimate of ways... but not allowing you to return the favor or do anything but assume position of arrest. I do realize something about your body. It is a body had been carved out of the clouds by the creator himself... he could not have done a better job than with you...

After the washing, comes the hair washing... my fingers dig into your hair, massaging your temples, and examining you with an almost clinical feel... What is important is I take my time and thoroughly clean you...

When I turn you to face me, I can see a look in your eye which is unmistakable... you are so in heat... Perhaps it my hands on your body, my arms around you, my chest in your back, my finger sin your hair... or all three that did it, but you are trembling with need.

I say, "This... is a little ritual which you can expect as well. The cleansing of little pretty and her Dom. Purifying the bodies for what is to come... and there is one last task you must do for me in here..."

I reach to the shaving foam and razor and say, "I want all your pubic hair shaved... every inch of that region should be clean... and bare... Do it now... little pretty..."

I had been relaxed and easy as I washed him, stretching to reach up, working my way down his body, and then crouching to wash his lower legs and feet, but when I had been asked to shave him, my hand had shook.

This was not something I had any experience with, and I was afraid that I would cut him. I managed his face, and then his neck, and only nicked him once. His head was much more difficult though, but, after my second attempt I had it perfect. I was decidedly pleased with myself.

"Now... it is your turn little pretty... put your hands on the wall... there and there... that's it..."

I braced myself, and he washed me, thoroughly, and efficiently, running his hands all over me, and quickly reigniting the flaming desire within me. Then my hair. I love my hair being touched, stroked, washed, and I moan quietly as his fingers work the suds into my scalp, massaging it firmly, and rinsing thoroughly.

"This... is a little ritual which you can expect as well. The cleansing of little pretty and her Dom. Purifying the bodies for what is to come... and there is one last task you must do for me in here..."

I smile. That is something I can certainly live with.

"I want all your pubic hair shaved... every inch of that region should be clean... and bare... Do it now... little pretty..."

I take the razor, and the shaving foam, and I blush to the roots of my hair. Obediently, I squirt some foam onto my hand, and I lather the short hair on my pussy. I am sure I am radiating heat from the deep blush on my face as I carefully shave off my pubes, thinking that this is the most intimate thing I have done yet. My mound is quickly denuded, but the pussy lips are much harder to manage, although there is very little hair there. I have to put a leg on the seat, and pull the flesh this way and that until I have fully completed the task.

I cup water in my hand and splash it up beneath me, washing the last traces of shaving foam from my feminine folds, and I rinse the razor before handing it back to him. I feel more naked than I ever have!

I stand there, wanting to go to him, to put my hands on him, but I'm unsure if I am allowed. My eyes drop once more to the shaft jutting from his groin, and I am mesmerised by a water droplet hanging from the tip. Realising that I have been staring, I drag my gaze back up to his face, and smile, embarrassed, that I have been caught!

I take a few moments and let you gaze on me once more... and I smile warmly as I see your embarassement of being caught gazing. You go to look away and I reach to your chin and guide you back to me and say, "Never feel embarassment about looking upon your dominant. I am your choice and it is your right to look at your choice as much as you desire... till I say otherwise pretty. Do you understand?"

With a happy nod, I am surprised when I find you leap at me, your arms around my chest giving me a big hug! I chuckle and say, "Now I can handle lots of these too." I wrap my arms around you and pull you taunt to my chest, letting the warm shower water cascade over both of us. I lean in and kiss you lips and say, "You have done exceedingly well little pretty... I do believe it is time for your reward..."

I lean over, turn off the shower and then pick up two towels handing one to you and I take the other and dry myself off. Though I will have my pet doing domestic, it will not mean she does it all. It just doesn't feel 'right' to me having someone else do all my domestic. I hang the towel over the shower wall and then I say, "Go to my bed and lay down on it little pretty..."

I watch you slip out, dry off and quickly race to my bed. It might as well be painted in neon how badly you want this and to be honest, I want it too... I am about to break my own rule in training. I have spent a few years in training submissives and I had never once allowed myself sexual release using their bodies. It was just not part of the lesson. It had been a hard rule to understand but it was in place for a reason. Sex and domination are two seperate things... not automatically merged into one.

I walk to the cabinet of goodies and begin looking about it. I pull out what looks like a black arm binder and a silk sash. I turn towards you as you curiously gaze at these items and I walk to you and sit on the foot of the bed. I say, "Little pretty... your arms..." Both of your arms slid into this sleeve and then I take the support straps and wrap them criss cross on your chest.

I lean over with the sash and slide it over your eyes and firmly secure it to your head. I lean in and kiss the soft of your neck and then down your shoulder... my fingers slide up between your breasts and carefully wrap around your throat, clamping down gently. I ease you onto your side and I spoon up behind you. Your legs seem to instantly go limp and spread out for me all at once.

I press my chest into you as my other hand slides down your body, softly massaging your left breast... then your right... I lean in and whisper into your ear, my hot breath caressing your lobe, "Little pretty... I am going to claim you... I have never claimed another... Do you want me to claim you...?" Unfortunately, this is the one thing that I screwed up on when I said this, not because I feared you would say no, but because you are quickly gone into subspace and can't answer very clearly...

I slide my hand down to your left ankle, lift it up, bend your leg at the knee and set your ankle behind my ass... ensuring your body remain open for me. I whisper, "I am going to claim my little pretty..." The heat and fire is growing in me as I feel your body longingly pressing against mine... waiting... begging with each tremble...

My shaft rubs back and forth along your sweet vaginal folds and I find myself quickly lubricated with your hot sweet juices... I continue rubbing my shaft, taking my time, as my lips kiss your shoulder, and my hands massages your clit... I work your body to a hard frenzied state whimpering, begging, and pleading yet again... and then I reposition my cock... this time the head aiming more up... and it quickly slips inside you... burying itself to the hilt!!!

" I am your choice and it is your right to look at your choice as much as you desire... till I say otherwise pretty. Do you understand?"

My momentary embarassment fades at his words, and I return my gaze to him once more, looking him over with unabashed interest.

"You have done exceedingly well little pretty... I do believe it is time for your reward..."

I beam at his praise, feeling myself bouyed up, exuberant. I am hoping against hope that the reward he mentioned, involves his hard cock pumping me! I blush as this thought occurs to me.

I take a second towel, and bend over, wrapping it around my dripping hair, before I stand up, leaving it like a turban on my head. I hastily dry off my skin, then use the towel on my head to vigarously dry off my hair, leaving it barely damp. I pull my fingers though it, teasing out the worst of the snarls, and finger combing it until I look half way decent. I grin at him, knowing that this was not something that factored in his schedule given that his own head is shaven!!

"Go to my bed and lay down on it little pretty..."

"Yes Sir!"

Excitedly, I run off, heading into the bedroom, and jumping onto the bed, stretching out on it. I wonder if I should climb under the covers, of if I'm supposed to stay on the bedspread, and I am still undecided when he joins me.

I watch, full of curiosity as he goes to the cabinet, coming back with a sash and another item that I am unfamiliar with. He asks for my arms, and I offer them, and moments later both arms are secured, and the sash is being tied over my eyes.


The feel of his mouth on my neck sends shivers down my spine, its a particularly sensitive spot for me, and always makes me quiver. Then I am rolled onto my side, his hand at my neck, my heart hammering as I realise this is the moment I have been striving toward all evening, the moment that has consumed my thoughts.

Even though we are 'spooned' up on our sides, I am acutely aware of the disproportionality of sizes, and I feel almost childlike beside him, though my thoughts are far from those of a child!!

"Little pretty... I am going to claim you... I have never claimed another... Do you want me to claim you...?"

I whimper and nod, but my lust has robbed me of the ability to speak. I feel his hand on my ankle, encircling it easily, and I am again reminded of disparity of our builds, and I feel dwarfed by him, dominated by his physical size, as he lifts my

"I am going to claim my little pretty..."

I hold my breath, trembling, trying to be patient. Failing.

"Please..."

The single word conveys so much, reinforced by the imploring tone of my voice, and also my body as I try and press back, seeking what I so desire.

I feel his shaft running along my slick folds, and I quiver, excitedly, feeling his lips on the spot where my neck meets my shoulder once more as my clit is teased. Its already throbbing, swollen, demanding attention.

I am on the brink of begging some more, when I feel him readjust his position, lining his shaft up, and then the stretch as he presses inside of me. Again, I am reminded of our relative sizes, and I feel his cock stretching me like never before. I am lucky I am as slick as I am, or I may not have been able to accommodate him! He pushes in, relentlessly until he is buried to the hilt, and his cock head is pressed hard against my cervix.

I'm aflame with sensation, moaning as I feel him begin to move, every inch of his shaft as it drags though my sensitive flesh, pulling almost out and then re-entering me again.

I begin to moan, I can't help it, and I think to myself that I will have difficulty holding off my orgasm for long. I had this wild idea that we would cum together, perfectly synchronised, although I know how rare that actual occurrence is. That seems unlikely now, unless he too is on the brink, but then I have had hours of foreplay, as well as an earlier orgasm, which has just left me more sensitive, and already more than halfway to the brink.

"Oh Sir, yes!! You feel so good!"

I'm not sure if I'm allowed to speak, but I cannot prevent myself from doing so as I feel the tightening in my lower belly, as my excitement builds.