Elegant Surrender - Refined and Innocent Elizabeth Meets Sir Victor (closed)

I started a private story exchange with a lovely young lady here and we knew we wanted to write together but it took some time to find a theme that we both found acceptable. The story is being written slightly differently, the authors send their text to each other so that it can be edited with responses to avoid the typical repeat of the story. We believe it is easier to read this way. Sir Victor adores this young ladies soft, sweet, and refined nature but unfortunately she's become unable to continue with this story. I was not going to post the story but it would not be right for the work to go to waste. I like to finish what I start and will consider writing with other ladies who may PM me for consideration.

Elizabeth Kawamura is an intelligent, refined, and well bred young lady, she's absolutely gorgeous, petite, slender with large breasts giving her a voluptuous look. She's intelligent and capable but rather innocent. She looks much like this breathtaking model:

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She wears a dress like this to the party where they meet:
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Sir Victor is an intelligent, refined, and wealthy gentleman. He is in shape, works out, and the ladies say that he is quite handsome.
He drives an exotic Aston Martin:

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He lives on a large estate with a home that most would call a castle:
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He also has a beachfront studio home:
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Meet Elly

Elly Kawamura was going to turn 25 in less than a week. "I need to find a real man," she had confessed to her friend Stefanie on the phone just the week before. Stefanie's solution was to invite her to a party. Not just any party, but a party for the rich and successful, to celebrate the awarding of a famous photographer. Or something, for Elly was most concerned about what to wear for the evening. As a school teacher, she didn't get many chances to mingle with rich, sophisticated men, and she wanted to make the most of it.

Stefanie had taken her shopping at a massive designer outlet mall, and cojoled Elly into spending over nearly a month's pay on a lovely black silk dress, matching purse, and a pair of heels from Ferragamo. But now as she stood in her bedroom, she wasn't so sure.

"I really need a bra," she complained to Stef, "I could just use clear straps."

Stef shook her head as she lay sprawled on Elly's bed. "No, silly, you can't wear a bra with that, it'll show. Do you want to find a man or not? You need a man - to clear out the cobwebs down there."

Elly squealed and threw her hairbrush at her laughing friend. But it was true, she was too picky about men, because the little experience she'd had, wasn't very memorable. She bit her lip as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her full breasts nearly spilled out of the silk dress, with only a few spaghetti straps on each shoulder to hold it up. She had to keep checking to make sure her nipples weren't showing. She pulled a handful of her long black hair around to see if it would cover her breasts, but it wasn't quite long enough. The silk hugged her tiny waist, making her breasts look even larger than usual, then fell in tiers to mid thigh. At only 5' 5", she was tall for an Asian, but she needed a short dress to make her legs look longer.

"How do you keep such a small waist, school teacher?" said Stef, pulling up her tanktop to look at her own tummy.

Elly turned to scowl at her. "I go to the gym every night, dummy. You know, that place where people work out?" She was always trying to get her friend to go with her, to help fend off the endless stream of guys hitting on her. Elly was forced to wear baggy joggers pants and oversized t-shirts just to avoid attention from the self-absorbed Adonis' at the gym.

"Oh damn, you have to go!" said Stef suddenly.

"Wait, you're not coming?" said Elly, frowning.

"No, I'm sorry dear, I already have a boyfriend, you know?" Stef winked at her scowl. "Come on, I'll drop you off at the house. Call me when you are ready to go. Assuming you don't find a handsome gentleman to give you a ride home."

Elly laughed, rolling her eyes at her friend. What rich, handsome man would be interested in a school teacher? With one last anguished look in the mirror, she grabbed her purse, checking to make sure her necklace was inside, then followed Stef downstairs.

The Party

Elly craned her neck to peer out the car window up at the spires of the mansion. "Wow," was all she could think to say, as Stefanie pulled up to the valet. Elly turned to look at her friend, a slightly panicked look on her face.

Stef patted her on the arm, "You'll be fine, sweetie, you'll knock 'em dead with that dress."

Feeling a bit reassured, Elly leaned in to give her friend a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for driving me. I'll call you."

Elly blushed as the middle aged valet took her hand to help her out of the car. "Thank you, sir," she said, smiling back at the gentle looking man. She turned to wave at Stef, then walked up the beautiful marble steps, being careful not to trip in her heels. At the top of the steps, she adjusted her dress, feeling the smooth silk slide against her breasts, then walked up to what could only be the butler, another handsome older gentleman.

"Your name, miss?" he said, his eyes not wandering downward but fixed politely on hers, just like the valet had done.

"Elizabeth Kawamura," she replied, looking up again at the magnificent facade, then looking down and closing her mouth when she saw the butler smiling at her. "And you're?"

"Welcome, Miss Kawamura," he said, surprising her with his correct pronunciation of her Japanese name. "My name is Martin. If you need anything at all tonight, don't hesitate to seek me out."

Elly's eyes lit up along with her smile. "Oh, thank you, Martin!" She beamed as he offered his arm to guide her through the massive wood doors. Once inside, she found herself staring open mouthed again, up at the high ceilings and ornate chandeliers, until she felt a gentle squeeze on her arm.

"It doesn't look half as magnificent as you, Miss Kawamura," whispered Martin in a low voice. "Best not to look so awestruck." Elly blushed again, closing her mouth as Martin turned with a wink to return through the front entrance. Alone, she opened her small purse and took out the long black case. Opening it, she marveled at how the necklace always took her breath away no matter how many times she looked at it. She'd waited til she was inside, so she didn't have to explain to her friend Stef how a school teacher had come into possession of a Bulgari diamond necklace. Looking around to make sure she was alone, she placed it around her neck, enjoying the feel of the cold diamonds on her skin.

Her sparkling necklace in place, Elly walked past a coat room and into the main hall, where she stopped dead in her tracks. The enormous room was filled with immaculately dressed couples milling about and speaking in hushed tones that filtered up to the high ceilings. She felt like a child stumbling on a grown-ups party, seeing a middle aged lady dressed in a designer dress giving her a scornful look. Like horses, these rich socialites could smell fear. Fighting her moment of panic, Elly straightened her shoulders and strode in, returning the woman's scornful look with casual indifference.

Her act worked, for the woman tossed her head and looked away. Feeling emboldened, Elly began to move about the room, looking for someone interesting to talk to. Someone handsome and charming, without a disapproving wife on his arm. Alas, such a person was not to be found, at least not at the moment.

"A cocktail, miss?" said a young woman who appeared at her shoulder. Elly turned to see the tray of drinks and opened her mouth to refuse. Then she noticed that everyone seemed to have a drink in hand, and she took one, not wanting to be the odd girl out. Lifting the glass to her lips, she wrinkled her nose and took a sip, making a face as the offensive liquid moved down her throat, burning her insides on the way down. She tried another sip, determined not to let the cocktail get the better of her. As the liquid burned into her empty stomach, she felt a bit light headed, and silently cursed her weak tolerance for alcohol.

Elly walked out through a side door, looking for a quiet place to leave the offending drink. She found herself in another room, empty this time, but with lamps lighting one wall. Curious, she walked over to get a better look, placing her cocktail on a small table in the corner. The room was an art gallery, she realized, seeing a row of startling black and white photographs. She gasped as she realized the subjects were female . . . and quite nude. She stopped at the last photo, her mouth falling open as she saw the woman's posture.

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Elly's hand went to her mouth to cover a soft gasp, as she looked at the thrust of the woman's breasts, her arms behind her head as if bound, and her thighs spread invitingly wide. She felt a curious tingle in her belly, as she imagined herself in such a posture, naked and helplessly exposed before a man. The photo made her feel naked, and vulnerable, and terribly feminine. It was so offensive, and yet . . . She averted her eyes, alarmed at the feelings it aroused in her. "What . . . pervert would call this art?" she wondered aloud.

The sound of a throat being cleared behind her caused Elly to nearly jump into the air. There was someone standing right behind her. She kept her body facing the photo, to avoid the embarrassment of turning around to see who was there. After a moment, curiosity got the better of her, and she turned to see who it was, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Sir Victor

Sir Victor was informed by the butler that a stunning beauty had arrived at the party, a Miss Elizabeth Kawamura and that she had slipped into the gallery. Martin knew Sir Victor since he had visted the mansion often, and like most gentlemen he would want to have a look at this fine beauty. He entered quietly and had to hold back a gasp when he saw her in the short silk dress that hugged her gorgeous curves. He remembered the old line from a movie, "he saw her from across the room and time stood still".

But now he had to come to his senses and be his usual charming self as he walked up quietly behind her and cleared his throat. "Well, nothing like being brutally honest" he said with a wide smile on his face. She turned offering him a view of her pretty face, flowing black hair, and spectacular breasts. There was no doubt that while she was young, she was all woman from head to toe. He concentrated hard to keep eye to eye contact and not show his immediate interest in taking in her fine beauty below the neck. He saw kindness and warmth in her beautiful dark eyes and he sensed that she was a soft gentle soul.

Elly turned to see a tall, painfully handsome man standing at arm's length.

She blushed, partly at his comment, but also at the flutter in her chest as she looked up at the most attractive man she'd ever met. His thick dark hair and strong, angular face framed a pair of stunning green eyes that bored into her, showing both warmth and an intensity that transfixed her and made coherent thought difficult. He was dressed in a black tuxedo, that combined with his dashing good looks reminded her of her schoolgirl crush on James Bond. His raised eyebrow reminded her that she was staring dumbly.

"Pervert, that is rather extreme, don't you think?"

"Oh, I'm sorry!" she managed, looking sheepish. "I . . . didn't know anyone was listening."

He seemed to shrug. "They were your honest thoughts and I like to hear them, but I wonder if you really mean or feel what you said."

"I'm Victor Carrera by the way, and you are?"

His name sounded Italian, and Elly smiled.

"Oh, pleased to meet you Mr. Carrera, I'm Elizabeth Kawamura. My friends call me Elly."

He took her soft and petite hand and kissed it with his full lips brushing her skin. Elly felt a tingle run up her arm, before getting lost inside the jumble that was her nerves at being touched by this dark, mysterious man. "Pleasure to meet you Elizabeth," he said, looking deeply into her eyes.

Elly realized with appreciation that he hadn't once looked down at her body - a rarity among men. "Elizabeth is one of my favorite names, so refined - it fits you well."

He knew just how to speak to a woman, she realized, as her insides warmed to his compliment. From most men, his words might sound stilted or phony, but from Victor, it all sounded so natural. With one more look into her eyes, he turned to face the photo.

"Now about this photo, I notice that your spending the most time viewing this one, are you a pervert yourself Miss Kawamura?"

Elly gasped. "No, Mr. Carrera! I was just . . . I mean, the photo is so . . . offensive, I . . ." she closed her mouth, blushing as she realized from his expression that he was only teasing her. She shot him a nasty look, but she couldn't keep herself from smiling.

Victor smiled back, then turned to face the photo, lifting his hand to gesture toward it.

"Yes it's true that we're taught that a lady should not sit like this, certainly not for just anyone, but what if her lover teaches her the pose and tells her that she's the most sensual lady in the world, then isn't she doing the right thing in pleasing her lover?" Realizing he was serious, Elly turned to look at the photo again, imagining the woman posing before her lover, who complimented her as he took the photo.

Victor continued. "She's not posing for the art viewers, she's posing for her lover, the photo gives us a peek into an intimate situation."

Elly wondered what kind of man would want his girlfriend to pose like that. She shook her head, "Mr. Carrera . . . may I call you Victor? If he loves her, why would he make her pose like that? So . . . humiliating? I think it's an excuse, she only poses like that because she's a model."

"It is true that most lovers don't learn to do this and that's why love grows stale, but the few who embrace the art of lovemaking do, I can assure you of this."

Elly felt her indignation rising along with her heartrate. "No! Normal couples don't do this. Love grows stale because . . . well not because . . ." Elly had trouble organizing her thoughts; perhaps it was the photo that distracted her, yet when she looked away, to look at Victor, she became even more confused.

"Tell me Elizabeth, forgetting your initial reaction that it's dirty, tell me how would it make you feel if your lover had you pose like this?"

Elly gasped, her hand moving to her mouth. She wanted to slap him, yet his expression showed he meant no offense, and the truth was, she had never slapped anyone in her life, and wasn't going to start with the most handsome man she'd ever met. "Mr. Carrera, I . . . I don't know! My lover would never ask me to pose like that, he would have too much respect for me." His look showed he thought she'd dodged the question. In fact, she had thought about it, and the way it made her feel was too embarrassing to admit.

Elly felt great relief when her awkward silence was broken by the young lady server with cocktails, who poked her head in the door asking, "Sir Victor, may I bring you and the young lady anything?"

"Why yes come on in Nicole, Elizabeth drink up and have another glass of champagne." Elly cast a wary look at her glass; she didn't want to look immature - she was sure Victor wasn't interested in a girl who couldn't even drink a cocktail without making a face. Trying to hold her nose, without appearing to do so, she lifted the glass to her lips and drank most of it, turning away so he didn't see her grimace as the foul liquid went down her throat.

The serving lady gave her another glass, champagne this time. Victor thanked her. "I'm fine for now, thank you Nicole that will be all, and please lock the door on your way out."

Elly looked at him with concern, but he flashed her his disarming smile, saying "We don't want to be interrupted while we have our naughty conversation here now do we?"

Elly blushed, looking downward, grateful that he couldn't see the naughty feelings their conversation was arousing in her. He was so unlike the other men she had known - calm, confident, masculine. But because of this, she couldn't tell if he found her attractive, or simply a target for idle conversation. She decided right then that she wanted to spend more time with this one.

"Where were we, oh yes, you know many ladies complain that their men are not romantic, do not have passion, yet many refuse to pose like this or embrace the art of lovemaking."

Elly couldn't believe she was discussing lovemaking with this perfect stranger. It was clearly a challenge, and despite her shyness about the subject, she wasn't going to let him get the better of her. She could talk frankly about an adult topic, just like he could. She took another sip from her glass; she would need the social lubricant.

"Why should I pose like this?" she said, looking up at him as she gestured toward her own body. "Am I not enough for a man, that he needs s-such wanton displays to arouse him?"

He didn't answer for a moment, and Elly found herself lost in his green eyes. His eyes conveyed such an extensive knowledge of passion that made her feel lightheaded. He seemed to sense it, and reached out to put his arm around her waist and guided her to a table where she left her drink, then guided her to the middle of the room.

Elly found the presence of his strong arm around her tiny waist to be disconcerting, to say the least. Her heart was thumping in her chest as he gently turned her so that she faced him. His hands trailed up her sides to her shoulders, sending tingles that made it difficult for her to stand still. She knew what was coming; he was going to kiss her, and the thought made her heart skip a beat.

Instead, to her shock, his hands pressed down on her shoulders as he commanded, "Kneel before me."

Elly's eyes went wide at his unexpected words. It was not a request, and she shook her head. "No, please! You're--you're very handsome, b-but I'm not that kind of girl . . ."

He shook his head, and increased the pressure, causing her legs to tense up as she strained to keep them straight. "I saw your breathing increase as I told you about this, I can see the passion in your body, you know you want this, now do as your told little one - I won't harm you I'm just going to show you a beautiful pose."

Elly shook her head, in denial - not of his words, but of her own body's betrayal. How could he know what even she'd been unaware of - that her body was heating up at the thought of kneeling before him? She looked about, in hopes of finding some excuse to refuse. But there was no one to see, the door locked, it would be their secret. If she refused now, this incredibly attractive, yet mysterious stranger would likely lose interest in her, and she'd be left with nothing but her own pride. Her breasts were growing heavy, swollen, with the presence of his strong hands so close by. With a tiny sound from the back of her throat, her straining legs gave way, and she sank to her knees in defeat, his confident hands guiding her down to where he wanted her.

He undressed her with his eyes:
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Elly knelt on the floor, grateful for the oriental rug that cushioned her knees. She watched with trepidation as Victor peered down at her.

"Victor, please . . ." she said, looking up at him as he moved close to her, his crotch close to her chin.

He ignored her, instead reaching out to her necklace. "This is lovely, Bulgari is it?"

The necklace:
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The surprise showed in Elly's eyes, and she nodded.

His eyes moved from the sparkling diamond necklace up to her eyes. "Tell me, Elizabeth, how did a young lady like you obtain a Bulgari necklace? Did you have a fling with an English Lord?"

Elly shook her head, her eyes on his chest as she lied, "No, it . . . was an heirloom . . ."

She was a terrible liar, and she sensed Victor saw right through her. How could she be so stupid? There were probably cameras in the gallery - they all had security systems, and now they video of her wearing the necklace. What if he were a cop? Or . . . or some kind of government official? He could look into the
international list of stolen artwork. Elly cursed her own vanity for wearing the necklace. Now what was she going to do? Whatever it took, she couldn’t let him get suspicious.

Victor said, "I see the gears turning, and I think there's more to that story. I'd love to hear it someday."

Victor reached downward, and before she could react, he unfastened the necklace and lifted it off her neck, slipping it into the inner pocket of his jacket. "I'll return this to you later, but we don't want it distracting from your pose."

Elly stiffened. She was too late, and now he had the necklace—the evidence! She stared open mouthed up at the terribly handsome man.

"Excellent, much better without the distraction" said Victor. "Now spread wide and address me as Sir."

Elly gasped at his command. Spread wide? She blushed when she realized he meant her thighs. She looked up at him expecting to see him smile at his joke, but his expression was serious. She tried to read his eyes, and she thought they hardened as he gazed down at her. What might he do if she refused?

He shook his head at her hesitance. "How do you address me?"

Elly looked confused. "Yes, Sir?" she replied, half question. His tone frightened her. It was the tone of a man used to getting his way. A man who didn’t tolerate refusal. She quickly widened her knees until they were about a foot apart.

"Wider," he commanded, gently running his foot up her thigh, pushing out, first the right, then the left. "You'll spread as wide as you can when told to do so."

"Yes . . . Sir," said Elly, blushing as she spread her legs further apart, lifting her dress a bit to ease the tension in the fabric. Elly was used to doing what men wanted, but only to a point. Victor had already passed that point at which she usually refused, so she wondered why she was unable to stop.

"Now arch your back, push your bottom out, and your breasts forward."

She gaped at him. "What? I . . . will not!" He looked at her, and she stammered an explanation. “It—it’s so lewd . . .”

Victor shook his head. "It's not lewd if it's art or for your lover, now do as your told!"

His raised voice scared her into obeying. He was calm and gentle one moment, and a bit frightening the next. She did as he commanded.

He nodded approvingly, and Elly was shocked to find herself responding with relief at his approval. "Very good my little Elly, such a lovely view from here. Now put your hands on your shoulders, push your elbows back, and don't move them no matter what."

Not sure what he was aiming for, Elly lifted her arms. Her breasts were more upright in this position, she realized. She couldn't bear to meet his gaze, afraid of what she might see in his eyes, and how she might react to what she saw there. She blushed again as she realized how she must look to him, her breasts jutting out, with her legs spread. She told herself just to let him have his fun, and then hopefully he'd be satisfied enough to give her back the necklace. There was no one here to see her but him.

"Yes your breasts are pushed forward, as if you're offering them to me rather than hiding them, inviting me to use you as my sensual sex kitten."

Elly shook her head in dismay as his words brought awareness of her own jutting breasts covered in thin sensual silk. Elly found herself trembling as she knelt before the terribly handsome Victor Carrera. The urge to lower her arms to cover herself was overwhelming, yet she resisted. Whether to protect the secret of her necklace, or simply intimidation, she wasn’t sure – Elly was having trouble thinking clearly.

"Such an erotic pose, you are uncomfortable with it now, but when you see the effect that it has on a man, and how you get what you want and need, you shall learn to love it. Poses like this will become natural for you as you practice and adjust."

Practice? Was he insane? She could never do such a thing, in fact she wanted to stand up and leave now.

“M-Mister Carrera? Sir? I want to go now, may I . . . stand up now, please?” Her voice sounded meak, and she tried to stiffle her fear, it was humiliating. Ignoring her, he answered in the same deep, commanding voice.

"My sweet Elly I want you to know that I'm doing this with you because your an absolutely stunning beauty, your beautiful eyes, pretty face, the curve of your hips and bottom, how that dress hugs your curves. You took my breath away when I came in and saw you from across the room. I expect you to pose and offer your body to me, so that your curves and shape are displayed as an artistic expression of beauty in the female form."

Elly felt her emotions swirl inside her. His words made her feel so feminine, and beautiful, yet it was unnerving to be appraised so directly by a man, especially such a handsome one as Victor. She wanted to get up and run out, but she was frightened of what he might do if she disappointed him. One phone call to the right person, and her life would be ruined.

Elly is back!

He reached down to pull the straps from her dress down her arm.

"Oh no, please, don't!" she protested, holding her arms level to keep the strap that held her dress from sliding down.

"Don't deny me, little one," he responded.

She shook her head, her raven hair spilling about. "Please, I'll do the position, like you asked . . . but please don't expose me, it's . . . too much!"

He explained calmly, "It doesn't work that way, the pose is normally completely nude." His hand gently but firmly moved her arm down, slipping her arm through the strap. Without the support, the silk slid away to reveal her full breast. With a gasp of embarrassment, Elly moved her hand up to cover herself.

"Put that hand back and don't move it." His command frightened her, and she put her hand back up on her shoulder. "Lovely, just delicious, now the other." With a whimper, she let him pull the strap off her other arm, leaving her kneeling with her arms back and her torso naked to the waist.

He stepped back saying "Elly you are simply stunning, shall I call the others in to see, or shall I take you out to meet the others like this?"

She yelped, "NO!, Please Victor, d-don't bring them in, I'll die!"

He laughed at her reaction, "I'm just teasing, you're not ready for that. But seriously Elly you should model erotic art like this, your one of the most beautiful young ladies that I've ever seen!"

Elly blushed, embarrassed that despite his humiliating poses, she still thrilled to hear his compliments. "Thank you, Sir, b-but I can't do this, I . . . it's not right. . ."

More, thank you Elly!

Elly still couldn’t help feeling guilty about being aroused, for she was brought up attending Catholic girls' schools. Even with her two boyfriends, sex hadn’t been very satisfying. Then she met her roommate Stef, who had helped her begin to put aside her strict upbringing, to explore her own sexuality. Stef masturbated almost every night, and she’d convinced Elly that it was ok. But Elly found she had trouble cumming, for the usual proper fantasies don't seem to bring her over the edge.

That all changed a week ago, when Stef had given her a book to help her. Knowing Elly loved sci-fi & fantasy, Stef had given her a book about a young woman in the future, who’d been cast away on a primitive planet, enslaved by a barbarian warlord. Elly had been instantly hooked, her fingers shaking as she turned the pages, imagining herself as the helpless sex slave, made to endure unspeakable torments.

Now she found herself in a strangely familiar situation, only this time it was real. Or was it? Was this some kind of practical joke? Elly smiled, that was just like her Stef. But still, what if it wasn’t a joke?

Victor was moving around in front of her as she knelt on the rug, and she looked up at him differently. Was this dashing figure a friend of Stef’s, having a little fun? She gazed into his deep green eyes, feeling dizzy. Victor put a finger under her chin tilting her head up to look at him. Looking back into her eyes he said "You’re a stunning beauty, little Elly!" She thought she might faint, feeling a tingle down in her belly.

"Thank you Victor," she murmured, hating herself for the way she melted at his compliments. Elly had never been the most confident of girls, so when this incredibly sexy, and probably very wealthy man told her she was beautiful, she felt weak inside. Still, she shouldn’t let him know that. “Victor, please let me pull my dress back up?” she said.

It was as if he hadn’t even heard her. He ran his finger around her lips, sending a tingle through her as he said "these lips should be kissed often, would you like that?" Elly blushed. He said such embarrassing things, and expected honest answers in return, "Yes, very much," she murmured. His fingers moved down to her shoulders tracing around them. She trembled as he commented, "these delicate curves are so feminine, so delicious."

He made her feel beautiful, and sexy, but also vulnerable. Her rapid breathing was causing her full, upright breasts to rise and fall invitingly just below his hands. His fingers took the invitation, moving down her shoulders to trace over the top then below to the bottom curve of her breasts. Her skin felt incredibly sensitive under his gentle touch. "I love your breasts, so full, wanting and needing attention." Then without hesitation, he confidently began to cup and squeeze her breasts, drawing a gasp of surprise from the girl. Without thinking, her hands flew from behind her head to push his hands away, though not before the delicious sensations drew a gasp from her throat.

"Please just . . . the pose, I'm not that kind of girl, please don't," Elly whimpered, unable to sit still as he massaged her. The way he touched her was different from any man she’d been with. His confident hands explored her breasts as if he owned them, as if he owned her. Strangely, Elly felt a thrill at that thought, that she was helpless before this man; he could do whatever he wished to her body. She’d fantasized all week about being in just such a situation, helpless before a powerful man.

Only it wasn’t a fantasy, this man was real, and she wasn’t helpless. She had to stop herself from reacting, somehow, then she could assert herself. As he gripped her nipples between his thumbs and fingers, and rolled them, a tortured moan escaped from her throat. Yet how could she resist him, when her body betrayed her so.

"Why do you moan when I touch you? How does it make you feel?"

She shook her head at his embarrassing question, pleading, "Please, don't." But he only he squeezed harder, making her cry out. The words spilled from her lips. "It's making me . . . warm." He squeezed her tender nipples again, unsatisfied with her answer. "Oh!" she gasped, "Please stop! Ok, I’ll tell you! It feels like . . . like an electric shock, g-going straight to my . . . my . . . Please, you . . . shouldn't do this, Victor!"

"To your what? Tell me."

The torment was painful, yet she found herself being aroused despite the pain. "It's like-ohh! - they're wired to my . . . pussy, it -ahh, please, no! It . . . excites me when you sqeeze them, it makes me s-so hot." She burned with embarrassment at her own words, but she sensed he wanted to hear them. She’d say anything to make him stop, so she could cover herself again, and try to get away. Elly needed a chance to collect her thoughts, away from this man - to make sense of what was happening to her.

"Much better, very good." His words brought her enormous relief, as she expected him to stop tweaking her now sore and swollen nipples.

Instead, to her shock, he squeezed harder, making her cry out as she arched her back. "Ohh! Please, what are you doing? I . . . I did what you want!"

"Then tell me what you want, tell me to stop if that's what you want."

She didn't know what he meant, she had told him to stop, yet he continued tormenting her poor sensitive nipples. She was growing frightened by this attractive yet shocking stranger. A moan slipped her lips as she twisted in his grip, wanting to use her hands to stop him. Yet he was much stronger than she, and she'd only anger him if she tried. "Never deny me, my sweet little Elly, never!" he said, only intimidating her even more. The pain increased, and she cried out. "There are many other ways of punishing you, should you deny me, do you understand? Look up at me."

The tears welled in her eyes from the pain and she nodded.

“Say, ‘Yes Sir, I understand!’” commanded Victor in a firm voice.

“Y-yes Sir, I understand!” she said, though truly she did not.

He said "Now if I tell you to go out to the party like this you will do it."

”Naked??” She gasped. Elly imagined all those guests dressed in their fancy clothes, while she was topless among them. Her face reddened. "Please, Sir, don’t make me do that," she said meakly.

He stood then, lifting her up with him by the painful hold on her swollen and tender nipples. His hands traced down to her legs and she trembled as he gently ran them up and down her thighs, then under her dress and up to the strap on her string panties. His touch on her terribly sensitive skin made her squirm. Then Elly gasped in horror as he pulled down her tiny panties. Oh no! she thought, he’s going to touch me down there! Her hands left the back of her head, and went to his arms, to try to make him pull her panties back up.

“Hands, back behind your head!” he commanded, frightening her into complying. She couldn’t stand still as she stood with her hands behind her head, her naked, tender breasts uplifted and displaying her swollen nipples prominently. She felt great relief when his hands left her hips, and she obeyed as he instructed her to lift her legs one at a time.

The she watched as he put her panties into his pocket, only heightening her awareness that she was now exposed beneath her silk dress. "You'll get these back at the end of the night,” he said, and she nodded in defeat.

He took a long look at her, making Elly nervous as she wondered what might come next. Then he spoke. "Remove your dress, fold it and give it to me."

“What??” she squeaked, her head shaking. It was all snowballing out of control. Elly felt lightheaded, and confused, her nipples burning, and her heart pounding. Both affected her breathing, despite her effort to hide it from Victor. Now he wanted her to strip. Right here, in a strange house, with all those people just outside the door.

Elly's mind wandered to what she looked like naked in the mirror. Like most Asians, she had dark pussy hair, which she kept trimmed for her little string panties, even though no one had seen her panties since she returned to the US two years before. What if Victor thought she was too hairy? She’d never had the nerve to wax or shave it off.

She realized he was getting impatient. “Victor, I—I’ll take it off only if you won’t let anyone else see me like this?” she asked, trying not to sound so intimidated. She found with men she always had to reassert herself.

Almost instantly, Elly realized her mistake, as Victor’s face turned dark.

"You will learn soon, NEVER deny me, no conditions, take it off NOW, or else I'll rip it off!"

Elly paled at the thought of her lovely dress being torn from her body, then babbled an “I’m sorry!” wondering why she was apologizing. With slightly shaky hands, she slid off her dress, struggled briefly to slide it over her hips, then stepped out of the dress, folded it and handed it to him. Her hands moving to cover her dark triangle from his view. Victor placed the folded dress on the floor behind him. “What a stunning site you are, such beautiful breasts, curves to your hips, and delicious bottom.”

Elly blushed at his compliment. No man had ever spoken so directly to her, and she knew she should have been offended, yet she found her chest warming instead. "Thank you," she murmured. Standing naked before Victor, Elly felt her embarrassment fighting with a growing excitement, and it was all she could do to keep from shaking.


Here is Elly in the future as she learns to dress to please:
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Positions

“Turn around and back up to me,” he said. Elly felt her legs wobble, but she turned around and backed toward him, terribly conscious of her bare bottom in full view of his eyes. She jumped as his hands came up to cup her breasts. He fondled them, no doubt feeling her swollen nipples. Elly felt his warm breath on her ear as he leaned down, “These breasts are mine now, do you understand?"

Elly squeezed her thighs together as his words brought a tinge of heat down there. She nodded, unsure of what to say, only to have him whisper in her ear again.

With a blush that covered her body, she repeated his words as commanded. "Yes m-master, I understand my breasts are yours to use . . . as you please."

Elly shivered as his finger tips ran down her sides to her hips. "I'll run my tongue here, then down to here, is that what you want?" he whispered, as his fingers moved around her front to gently touch her mound.

His touch there was a shock that made Elly move her hips back against his front, a soft cry escaping her throat. She shook her head in denial, of his words, and her own body’s arousal. “Please, Victor, I . . . I’ve only just met you!”

Now he didn't whisper, rather he spoke as a man of power and control, "Elly I know that there's more to your story, I know that you have something to hide, I can read you, and I have the evidence in my pocket." "I can also read what type of girl you are, and I see that you want and need this." Elly trembled. Did he know? How could he? His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. She shook her head and whimpered as she heard the words.

"I know that you've never had a man use you the way you need, who fucked you hard and used his tongue the way that makes you beg for more. You are mine now, because you fear my power, but more so because you crave the intoxicating sensations that I can give you. Your juice is dripping down your leg, your body doesn't lie, you want me as your Master and to be owned" His finger parted her lips and circled her clit, making her moan and jerk against him. "You want my tongue here, say it, and address me as Master."

Elly clutched at his arm desperately as he drove her mad. It’s not true! she thought, she was a good girl. Yet as her thighs quivered and her heart pounded, she couldn’t deny what he’d said. “

"Yes, please M-Master, that is what I want," she whispered, trembling.

"That? What is that? Try again!" he commanded, making her tense up.

"Please Master use your tongue on my body!” she blurted. “Run it d-down, to ... to my pussy and clit ... please Master!" She felt her need flame high as she voiced her desire.

"Yes, please Master, that is what I want," she added with a whimper.

He cupped her pussy with his hand, and said "This is mine now, do you understand?" Elly clenched her thighs on his hand, her small hands grasping his arm. “Say it,” he commanded, the pressure of his hand increasing.

Elly choked on her desire. "Yes Master, my pussy is yours to use as you please."

His reply was a soft caress in her ear. "Very good, little one." Commanding her to turn around, he said, "Now, anytime I look at you and point down like this, you get back in position. We call this presentation position where you’re naked. Do it now, present yourself to me."

He guided the bewildered girl back down to her knees, making her put her hands behind her head, and spread her thighs wide until she blushed in shame.

"Your arms normally go in back thrusting your breasts forward, bounce your breasts when you get into position and arch your back."

Elly felt the tears of shame trickle down her face as she obeyed. When he reminded her with a terse reprimend, she added "Yes, Master." Elly didn’t like that word, it wasn’t something a proper girl should ever call a man.

"Your lovely, so beautiful and erotic, my treasure." The words made her warm inside. He showed her how to place her hands on her knees, palms up. Then had her move back into the hands-on-shoulders position. The latter position in particular made her feel so terribly feminine and vulnerable, presenting her naked body for him to see, to touch, to ravish as he pleased. And with her full breasts lifted, her brown nipples swollen and pointy, she was so aware of her own growing need, she thought he must also see it.

"Very good, my little Elly is learning fast, I'm very pleased."

I don’t want to learn fast! thought Elly. As she knelt before Victor, she had to admit she wanted him. Wanted him to tell her how beautiful she was with that deep sexy voice. Wanted him to take her to his bed, and ravish her. But she couldn’t understand all his game playing. He had her naked, why didn’t he make love to her? Elly knew she should stop, should demand her dress back, yet each time he commanded her, each time he looked at her with those green eyes, her will drained away, and she was helpless to disobey.

“Victor, please!” she blurted, her hands coming down to reach for him. Elly couldn’t help it, she wasn’t accustomed to wanting a man like this. “No more games, please, just . . . make love to me!” With courage, she reached up to his face, tried to kiss him.

elly Remembers

elly remembers pictures she saw on the internet of a pretty girl posed in such a provocative way and thinking how she could never do that.
Yet now, here she is, completely naked, spread wide, with nothing to protect or hide her generous breasts. She can not hide her reaction with her dripping pussy as proof:
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Romantic D/s

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Bound

He stopped her with a strong grip on her upper arms, as she looked at him in confusion. She wanted him so badly, and she was naked, why didn’t he want to make love to her?

“How quickly you forget, little one,” he said, sternly. His fingers went back to her now fully erect nipples and squeezed, "Perhaps it’s time to teach you a little discipline, my little elly!" He squeezed hard and she cried out at the pain in her soft, sensitive nipples.

He only squeezed harder, frightening her as she cried out. "Please!" and moved her hands to his and tried to push them away. Victor didn't let go and moving his arms only stretched her own nipples.

“If you can't keep your hands in place I'll have to help you,” he said in his sexy but intimidating voice. He pushed the autodial button on his cell phone and said "nicole please bring me a kit to the gallery, use your key to enter."

elly held on tightly to his hands on her breasts. He’d called in someone – someone was going to see her like this. The words tumbled from her lips, "Please don't let her see me like this, please I beg you, it's been just you and me, this can be our secret! She might tell someone!"

"We are very secretive in our group,” he replied, calmly. “She's sworn to secrecy, her job depends on it, even her life, these are very private people, this is not something you have to worry about." elly didn’t know what to make of that. Secretive group? Her life depended on it?

Seconds later nicole entered, carrying a large leather attache case which she handed to Victor. elly suddenly felt even more naked and helpless, kneeling next to the fully clothed woman.

“Thank you," he said as he took the case. "What do you think nicole, how do you like the view of Miss Kawamura, she's simply stunning isn't she?" elly blushed red, trying to cover her breasts, but he pushed her hands away, commanding "hands over your head like in the art photo!"

elly hesitated only a moment, then she obeyed, moving her hands back in position. She gasped when she saw him remove a bundle of thin white rope from the kit.

"What are you doing? Don't, I don't want to be bound, please!" It took only seconds to cross her wrists behind her head and bind them. But he wasn’t done. “Oh, no please don't, no!” she gasped. He was sliding the rope around under her breasts, snugging it tight behind her back. Then another loop came around above her breasts. He knotted it tightly in the middle of her back, and then he was done. elly quickly discovered if she tried to pull her arms from behind her head, it put strain on the ropes around her breasts.

Elly had never felt so helpless and exposed. She looked at Victor in shock. The look he gave her compelled her to speak.
"Please Sir, I'll do as you say, you don’t need to do these things! Victor, please! I mean, Master!" She blushed terribly as his eyes took in her trembling curves.

"Look at what a treasure she is nicole, what do you think?,” he responded, ignoring her please. “Won't she make the perfect model?"

"Yes Master Victor,” said the woman, her voice a purr, “she's lovely; such a pretty face, those gorgeous full breasts, and her stunning curves are mezmerizing. I could look at her all day." The girl moved to get a better view of Elly’s upright breasts, pushed out by the position of her arms behind her head. “She's so helpless tied like that."

Elly blushed, despairing at the twinge of heat she felt as they gazed at her nakedness. Victor was nodding approvingly, his hands reaching for her. Elly pulled on her bindings, but was helpless to keep him from touching her. His fingertips brushed her hips and she twitched from the tingle his suddenly gentle touch sent throughout her body. Slowly, gently up and down the curve of her hips, then on to her flat tummy, and around to her perfect bottom.

“Your body is lovely, Elly, such perfection is not common, do you know this? Do you understand that your beauty should not be wasted hidden by clothes?”

Elly trembled at his touch, and she nodded obediently, even though she didn’t agree. Being naked before a strange man, especially such a handsome one . . . it wasn’t easy to get used to. Even worse, she felt a thrill deep down, and that frightened her. Naked like this, her body’s arousal was clearly evident to him, and that made Elly want to hide in shame.

As if to remind her of that fact, Victor's hands moved up her body, fingertips outlining her breasts, which were heaving into his touch. He cupped her large full breasts, in a gentle yet possessive way, and whisperered in her ear, "You can't hide these beautiful big breasts, you can't control who becomes aroused by them. Accept your gift, this beautiful body is living art to be viewed and used as I decide."

He paused, and Elly kept her gaze down, unable to meet his eyes, but she nodded meekly. “Now arch your back, offer them to me and anyone I allow to view you, this is a rule when you are with me. Break a rule and you will be punished, understand?"

Elly shivered at the mention of punishment, and she looked up quickly. “Yes, Master,” she said meekly. Her usual strong will seemed to have wilted, broken by the bindings that kept her helpless, and the things Victor had done to her. She wanted at that moment only to show her obedience, so this night might pass her by, with as little more humiliation as possible.

Vic's fingers trailed run around the ropes that held her breasts. "These ropes will remind you that I decide what position you are to hold, try to pull your arms around and you now see that you have no choice, you feel the tension and pain as the pressure increases on your breasts."

Elly did as she was told, the ropes reminding her of her helplessness.

"It is easy to see how this all excites you so much, that you are submissive, and respond to a dominant man like me."

Elly shook her head. “No, Victor, I mean Master! I’m not submissive!” Submissive women were weak, and Elly wasn’t weak.

Victor was looking down at her intensely. "Tell me the truth Elly, be honest. I’ll only punish you if you’re dishonest.”

Elly trembled, for his punishments were unlike anything she’d experienced before. Pain she could take, but not more of his punishments. “I . . . I’m not lying, Master . . .”

Victor nodded, as if he knew something even she didn’t know.

"You've been taught to be a good girl, and your mind may not admit it, or want to admit it, but your body does not lie, you repond like a true submissive. Young ladies who've had a strict upbringing such as you often enjoy the captured sex slave fantasy, being taken and used in ways that they always wanted but could absolutely never willfully act out. Have you had those fantasies, Elly?”

Elly trembled, looking up at Victor with eyes wide in shock. How could he know? She’d never spoken of such things to anyone. How sometimes she daydreamed of being kidnapped, and sexually tortured until she confessed. Of her dog-eared fantasy books she kept hidden in a closet, stories of fantasy worlds, where men were powerful warriors, and women were their slaves. The men in those books took what they wanted from their women, without asking and without guilt.

Until tonight, those dark fantasies had remained safely hidden away in her head, where they should remain.

“Answer me,” he said, in his deep, commanding voice that made her weak inside.

“Yes,” murmured Elly, “I . . . I’ve had s-sex slave fantasies.”

Victor only nodded, as if she was only confirming what he already knew, and that made her feel so vulnerable, that he could see through her defenses to her innermost desires.

He was fingering the ropes around her breasts. “The ropes should make it completely clear that you are mine to use as I please.” He looked down at her. “Elly, say that you are a submissive who needs to be trained, and repeat what I just said."

Elly shook her head desperately. “No Victor! They’re . . . just fantasies, I don’t want them to become reality! Don’t make me say that, please?”

Victor calmly replied, "I know that this is hard for you to say, and I know that you probably do not believe it, however the fact is that you are a prisoner here tonight. Even if I remove the ropes and you try to leave this mansion, you'll find that all the doors are locked, and the guards will not let you leave without my giving the nod. These ropes are nothing compared to the other much more painful punishments available here, you've not even seen the downstairs rooms, I don't want to scare you.”

Yet he did scare her, and her wide eyes showed her fear. Was he really capable of these things? This handsome, sophisticated man, who made her swoon with his deep, smoldering eyes and his firm touch?

“Now Elly, do as I tell you and say it, or perhaps we should take you downstairs for a tour of our play rooms,” he growled, making her tremble. “I could leave you with one of the much more harsh Doms here to have some fun testing your pain limits. Do you want this Elly, it is your choice? Do as I say, and I will take good care of you, and you shall see how much you enjoy living out your most naughty fantasies."

He laid out her choices clearly, harsh pain at the hands of some cruel stranger, or his own personal care. It was no choice at all, and the words spilled from Elly’s quivering lips.

"No please, Master Victor! I want you, please don't leave me with another man, please I'm trying, I want to please you, Master!"

"Well then my dear, do as you’re told and say it!"

Elly blushed, summoning the courage to say the things he demanded. "Yes Master, I am submissive and I . . . I need you to d-dominate and train me. I . . . dream of being a sex slave, and I . . . I want you to use me, however you please."

The words sounded so strange, coming from her own lips, and Elly tried to convince herself they weren’t true, that she was just trying to avoid punishment. But what if it was more than that? And why was she so aroused?

"Much better, I know that you don't completely believe what you just said, however the first step to believing something is saying it out loud, especially when it is already true. Now repeat it again."

Elly groaned as she realized how cruel Victor could be. "Yes Master, I am a submissive and I need a strong man like you to dominate and train me. I do enjoy the sex slave fantasy and I want you to use me however you please."

Elly wished she wasn’t forced to kneel half naked and bound before Victor as she said these terrible words, and she squirmed slightly where she sat.

"You need to understand that I decide everything tonight, if you are allowed clothes or not, who sees you naked and who does not, if you will be punished or pleasured. You do not decide, I do, do you understand?"

Elly gulped, but nodded for she knew it to be true.

"Very good my little Elly, now let me hear you say it!"

He was so cruel! “Yes Master,” she murmured, “It is you who will decide . . . who sees me n-naked . . and if I will be punished or p-pleasured.”

"I actually like that it's hard for you to say these things, now say it again, you need the practice."

Elly repeated the words, and it wasn’t any easier, for she thought about what they meant. He was truly her master tonight, and she had no idea what he was capable of.

When she finished he smiled, whispering in her ear, "That's my girl, such a good little lady! I know that you're not comfortable with this, but with practice it will become more and more natural, trust me my dear."

Elly nodded, but inside she thought, I don’t want it to become natural!

"I am pleased elly, very pleased. You’re so sexy here before me, so erotic, surrender to me, let me mould you and soon you will get what you crave, understand?"

“Master, I don’t crave anything,” protested Elly meekly.

Victor didn’t respond, instead he took possession of one of her sensitive nipples, caressing the swollen nub and drawing a sigh from the girl. Keeping his fingers on her nipple, his other hand moved down and began to stroke Elly's thighs, starting above her knees, and moving slowly but firmly higher, and higher. He stopped a few inches from her nether lips, saying "what's this I feel here!"

She felt a slick wetness against her thigh, and she thought she would die. He waited for her to answer, and she murmured, "it's ... it's ... wetness, Master."

Elly had almost forgotten about the other woman in the room. She jumped as Nicole moved close to whisper in her ear, "It's pussy juice, say it before Master becomes angry, say it's my pussy juice dripping down my leg, Master."

Elly stiffened, her face red with shame. “It’s my pussy juice, Master, d-dripping down my leg.”

"Much better Elly,” he announced, “You’re lucky to have Nicole here to help you. You’re aroused, admit it Elly, more aroused than you've ever been."

"Admit it Elly, you do not enjoy plain sex, I'd bet that you hardly even orgasm with friendly sex. I know this because you respond so strongly to what I'm doing here, you need this. You might not even realize it ... yet, but you shall in time my dear trust me. Now say it because you know it is the truth, a dripping pussy doesn't lie."

Elly was shaking her head, yet she could not deny his words. She was more aroused now, kneeling before Victor, than she’d ever been before. “Yes, Master,” she whimpered, unable to will her body to sit still.

"She's quite responsive, Nicole, look how sensitive her nipples are," said Victor, his fingers casually exploring her terribly sensitive flesh. Elly gasped, arching her back slightly. He squeezed her sensitive nipples between his fingers and rolled them hard, drawing a moan from Elly. “Don't hold back, never hide your feelings from me,” he commanded, “especially your sexual feelings! It is erotic and arousing to hear them.”

Elly moaned loudly, unable to help herself, for his words added fire to her burning heat.

She whimpered in desire as Victor’s fingers tightened, then he release, saying, "Nicole, come feel Elly's soft skin for yourself."

"Yes Master!" said Nicole obediently. The girl came to kneel next to Elly, and began to caress Elly's hips as she had been taught. Elly trembled as she felt her body react helplessly and eagerly to the soft touch of another woman. "She's very soft, such perfect skin, silky smooth,” said Nicole. "Elly, how do you feel?"

It was so humiliating, Elly thought. At this moment, she had so little control of her own body, that she felt herself reacting to Nicole’s soft, teasing hands. She realized she was now completely dependent on Victor’s mercy, for her own body had betrayed her.

“Oh please, Master, not another woman!” she begged, turning to Victor. “Please, I 've never been touched by a woman like this, it feels so dirty!”

For a moment, Elly thought she saw understanding and mercy in Victor’s eyes. Then her hopes were dashed.

"Nicole, put a blind fold on elly to help her,” said Victor calmly. “Now Elly, you won't know whose hands are touching you at all. They could be mine, so does it even matter? No, I choose who touches you and you shall respond like a good submissive, understand?"

Elly whimpered in defeat, as she felt the blindfold wrapped around her eyes, and her vision went dark. Instanstly she became more aware of her own body’s sensitive flesh, and the nearness of Victor. It made her tremble in fear, and also anticipation. "Yes Master, I understand," she murmured. She had to be strong, no one was going to help her.

Elly jumped as she felt two hands moving up her torso to fondle her breasts. She realized it was Nicole when she heard her voice. "Oh, my little elly, such perfect skin and big gorgeous breasts,” said the girl in obvious appreciation. Elly felt her breasts cupped, Nicole feeling their weight, testing them. "Perfect shape, perfect for natural modelling, dancing for Master, stage shows, and so much more. Tell me your measurements for our records."

Elly answered quickly, obedience driving her to be honest about such a personal question. "I—I’m a 34, 23, 35 ... I’m . . . between a C and D cup. I wish my breasts were smaller!”

"Oh, elly you have so much to learn, first a sub must speak like the horny little play thing that you are. Now what do you mean they're, try again, they're your tits. Use tits when you’re being used!"

Elly jumped as she felt her nipples pinched for emphasis. "Y-Yes, maam! Uhmm ... my .... my tits are too big, I wish my . . . tits were smaller and more delicate. I hate it when all the dirty men stare at my ... big tits."

Victor’s voice surprised her, for blindfolded, his voice sounded richer and deeper, and she felt a thrill run through her. "Listen closely little one, Doms mainly use their subs for two things, for pleasure as sex toys, and to punish them with pain, sometimes just because they can, because they have the power over you. Now which do you prefer, pleasure and orgasms, or pain? Would you rather a harsh Dom test your pain limits? The usual is pain until you cry, then more until you beg constantly for it to stop, still more until you pass out. Is this what you want, shall I offer you for a pain limits test my little one? I would have another do it because there are some Doms who really enjoy this sort of test, it is a specialty if you know what I mean."

Elly thought she might pass out, her breaths coming in heaves as Victor’s words sparked her vivid imagination.

"No!” she gasped, desperate. “Please don't give me to another, please I beg you! Yes, I ... I prefer ... pleasure over pain, very much so, Master!"

Victor wasn’t satisfied, "And?"

"I prefer to . . . to orgasm than to be punished and used for pain." Elly felt her body redden in shame, but she was too frightened to dare lie to Victor.

"Put them together, let me hear the whole thing!"

Elly whimpered, but answered quickly. "I prefer pleasure - to orgasm, and be used as a s-sex toy over being punished and used for pain."

"That's a good girl, that wasn't so hard now was it? Again, say it!"

"I prefer pleasure, to orgasm, and be used as a sex toy, instead of being punished and used for pain!"

Sir Victor said:

The Party

Elly craned her neck to peer out the car window up at the spires of the mansion. "Wow," was all she could think to say, as Stefanie pulled up to the valet. Elly turned to look at her friend, a slightly panicked look on her face.

Stef patted her on the arm, "You'll be fine, sweetie, you'll knock 'em dead with that dress."

Feeling a bit reassured, Elly leaned in to give her friend a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for driving me. I'll call you."

Elly blushed as the middle aged valet took her hand to help her out of the car. "Thank you, sir," she said, smiling back at the gentle looking man. She turned to wave at Stef, then walked up the beautiful marble steps, being careful not to trip in her heels. At the top of the steps, she adjusted her dress, feeling the smooth silk slide against her breasts, then walked up to what could only be the butler, another handsome older gentleman.

"Your name, miss?" he said, his eyes not wandering downward but fixed politely on hers, just like the valet had done.

"Elizabeth Kawamura," she replied, looking up again at the magnificent facade, then looking down and closing her mouth when she saw the butler smiling at her. "And you're?"

"Welcome, Miss Kawamura," he said, surprising her with his correct pronunciation of her Japanese name. "My name is Martin. If you need anything at all tonight, don't hesitate to seek me out."

Elly's eyes lit up along with her smile. "Oh, thank you, Martin!" She beamed as he offered his arm to guide her through the massive wood doors. Once inside, she found herself staring open mouthed again, up at the high ceilings and ornate chandeliers, until she felt a gentle squeeze on her arm.

"It doesn't look half as magnificent as you, Miss Kawamura," whispered Martin in a low voice. "Best not to look so awestruck." Elly blushed again, closing her mouth as Martin turned with a wink to return through the front entrance. Alone, she opened her small purse and took out the long black case. Opening it, she marveled at how the necklace always took her breath away no matter how many times she looked at it. She'd waited til she was inside, so she didn't have to explain to her friend Stef how a school teacher had come into possession of a Bulgari diamond necklace. Looking around to make sure she was alone, she placed it around her neck, enjoying the feel of the cold diamonds on her skin.

Her sparkling necklace in place, Elly walked past a coat room and into the main hall, where she stopped dead in her tracks. The enormous room was filled with immaculately dressed couples milling about and speaking in hushed tones that filtered up to the high ceilings. She felt like a child stumbling on a grown-ups party, seeing a middle aged lady dressed in a designer dress giving her a scornful look. Like horses, these rich socialites could smell fear. Fighting her moment of panic, Elly straightened her shoulders and strode in, returning the woman's scornful look with casual indifference.

Her act worked, for the woman tossed her head and looked away. Feeling emboldened, Elly began to move about the room, looking for someone interesting to talk to. Someone handsome and charming, without a disapproving wife on his arm. Alas, such a person was not to be found, at least not at the moment.

"A cocktail, miss?" said a young woman who appeared at her shoulder. Elly turned to see the tray of drinks and opened her mouth to refuse. Then she noticed that everyone seemed to have a drink in hand, and she took one, not wanting to be the odd girl out. Lifting the glass to her lips, she wrinkled her nose and took a sip, making a face as the offensive liquid moved down her throat, burning her insides on the way down. She tried another sip, determined not to let the cocktail get the better of her. As the liquid burned into her empty stomach, she felt a bit light headed, and silently cursed her weak tolerance for alcohol.

Elly walked out through a side door, looking for a quiet place to leave the offending drink. She found herself in another room, empty this time, but with lamps lighting one wall. Curious, she walked over to get a better look, placing her cocktail on a small table in the corner. The room was an art gallery, she realized, seeing a row of startling black and white photographs. She gasped as she realized the subjects were female . . . and quite nude. She stopped at the last photo, her mouth falling open as she saw the woman's posture.

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Elly's hand went to her mouth to cover a soft gasp, as she looked at the thrust of the woman's breasts, her arms behind her head as if bound, and her thighs spread invitingly wide. She felt a curious tingle in her belly, as she imagined herself in such a posture, naked and helplessly exposed before a man. The photo made her feel naked, and vulnerable, and terribly feminine. It was so offensive, and yet . . . She averted her eyes, alarmed at the feelings it aroused in her. "What . . . pervert would call this art?" she wondered aloud.

The sound of a throat being cleared behind her caused Elly to nearly jump into the air. There was someone standing right behind her. She kept her body facing the photo, to avoid the embarrassment of turning around to see who was there. After a moment, curiosity got the better of her, and she turned to see who it was, her face flushed with embarrassment.

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In so many ways as I read this, I couldn't help to relate myself to Elly. I have found myself embarrassed seeing stuff like this and imagining myself as the one in the image and excited.

Sir Victor said:

Vic's fingers trailed run around the ropes that held her breasts. "These ropes will remind you that I decide what position you are to hold, try to pull your arms around and you now see that you have no choice, you feel the tension and pain as the pressure increases on your breasts."

Elly did as she was told, the ropes reminding her of her helplessness.

"It is easy to see how this all excites you so much, that you are submissive, and respond to a dominant man like me."

Elly shook her head. “No, Victor, I mean Master! I’m not submissive!” Submissive women were weak, and Elly wasn’t weak.

Victor was looking down at her intensely. "Tell me the truth Elly, be honest. I’ll only punish you if you’re dishonest.”

Elly trembled, for his punishments were unlike anything she’d experienced before. Pain she could take, but not more of his punishments. “I . . . I’m not lying, Master . . .”

Victor nodded, as if he knew something even she didn’t know.

"You've been taught to be a good girl, and your mind may not admit it, or want to admit it, but your body does not lie, you repond like a true submissive. Young ladies who've had a strict upbringing such as you often enjoy the captured sex slave fantasy, being taken and used in ways that they always wanted but could absolutely never willfully act out. Have you had those fantasies, Elly?”

Elly trembled, looking up at Victor with eyes wide in shock. How could he know? She’d never spoken of such things to anyone. How sometimes she daydreamed of being kidnapped, and sexually tortured until she confessed. Of her dog-eared fantasy books she kept hidden in a closet, stories of fantasy worlds, where men were powerful warriors, and women were their slaves. The men in those books took what they wanted from their women, without asking and without guilt.

Until tonight, those dark fantasies had remained safely hidden away in her head, where they should remain.

“Answer me,” he said, in his deep, commanding voice that made her weak inside.

“Yes,” murmured Elly, “I . . . I’ve had s-sex slave fantasies.”

Victor only nodded, as if she was only confirming what he already knew, and that made her feel so vulnerable, that he could see through her defenses to her innermost desires.

He was fingering the ropes around her breasts. “The ropes should make it completely clear that you are mine to use as I please.” He looked down at her. “Elly, say that you are a submissive who needs to be trained, and repeat what I just said."

Elly shook her head desperately. “No Victor! They’re . . . just fantasies, I don’t want them to become reality! Don’t make me say that, please?”

Victor calmly replied, "I know that this is hard for you to say, and I know that you probably do not believe it, however the fact is that you are a prisoner here tonight. Even if I remove the ropes and you try to leave this mansion, you'll find that all the doors are locked, and the guards will not let you leave without my giving the nod. These ropes are nothing compared to the other much more painful punishments available here, you've not even seen the downstairs rooms, I don't want to scare you.”

Yet he did scare her, and her wide eyes showed her fear. Was he really capable of these things? This handsome, sophisticated man, who made her swoon with his deep, smoldering eyes and his firm touch?

“Now Elly, do as I tell you and say it, or perhaps we should take you downstairs for a tour of our play rooms,” he growled, making her tremble. “I could leave you with one of the much more harsh Doms here to have some fun testing your pain limits. Do you want this Elly, it is your choice? Do as I say, and I will take good care of you, and you shall see how much you enjoy living out your most naughty fantasies."

He laid out her choices clearly, harsh pain at the hands of some cruel stranger, or his own personal care. It was no choice at all, and the words spilled from Elly’s quivering lips.

"No please, Master Victor! I want you, please don't leave me with another man, please I'm trying, I want to please you, Master!"

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again, Elly is so much like me. I was raised in a small religious town and had to be a good girl. Between church and my parents, i wouldnt do bad things, but had them in my thoughts.

Debbie, why not explore this erotic fantasy/desire in some ongoing detailed erotic kinky roleplay for blissful orgasmic pleasures to be enjoyed together?

Richard