California Proving Grounds

[mac_crazy]

OOC: A friend of mine and I want to experiment a bit in Dom/Sub role-playing, and figured this is a good spot to start. For now, we'll just be using our 2 characters, but may invite others to join, if we continue far enough. Feel free to read, and even give suggestions if you like. Thanks!


Cal (Calvin) Santilli is a 31 year old divorced male, who works for a major advertising agency in the suburbs of Detroit. His marriage was a little more racy than most, as he and his then-wife had experienced numerous threesomes and orgies, both with female and male friends. Cal had always been very sexually open-minded, always interested in his lingering bisexual urges, and although his ex-wife shared and encouraged those views, that was about all they agreed on. So since their divorce 5 years ago, he struggled to find partners who shared his openness. He tried personal ads, both in the newspapers and online, but almost always found someone who either didn't turn him on, or if he or she was attractive, they didn't mesh sexually. So he continued to search for someone who would satisfy him, and whom he could equally satisfy.


IC: Cal arrived at LAX, the plane settling down roughly on the runway. His first trip to the West Coast from Detroit could be labeled a success; although the food left something to be desired. "I knew I should have packed a lunch," he thought to himself, as the plane pulled up to the tarmac.

He reminisced on the events that led him to LA. Everything had happened so fast! Just last week he was sitting at his computer, waiting for someone, anyone, to post a reply to his thread of pics he had posted on Literotica.com. "This is what I'm reduced to," he lamented that night, "taking pics of myself and putting them on the 'net, hoping someone will contact me." And just that moment, a message popped up, from someone with an intriguing screen name of "EvilsXtasy"... what exactly did that mean, he wondered? But her ensuing comments turned him on extremely, and he began to get vibes that she may be into the Dom/Sub thing. Cal had never experienced that scene, but was interested in trying new things, and "Mistress", as he had come to address her during the last week, enticed him to play along with her fantasies of Domination.

6 days later, after many hot conversations (and many hot masturbation sessions, on his part), she surprised him with an invitation to come to LA and experience the real thing! He couldn't resist the opportunity, and judging by her pics he saw on the 'net, she was smokin'! He made an online reservation with Southwest Airlines, packed his bags, and fell asleep that night with visions of her white vinyl boots dancing through his head.

So now here he was, in LA, and his excitement had been tempered with some nervousness. He had never been to California, knew absolutely no one in California, and here he was, meeting a woman that he had previously only conversed online with.

"Stop being a pussy," he chided himself, "what's she gonna do, chain you up, and never let you leave? Besides, she already told you, she's just into it for fun, not to hurt anyone, so just go with the flow." His cynical half didn't let the issue die easily, but he was soon distracted by the task of departing the plane and finding his luggage.

Once he had his duffel bag and backpack secured (after nearly decking an old hispanic man with his duffel as he yanked it off the conveyor), he set out for the curb, where a car would be waiting for him. She had instructed him to wait outside the Gate 17 doors, for a car that would bring him to her place. He peered around, wondering how he would know which of the seemingly hundreds of black cars was for him... He shielded his eyes from the sun and cursed himself for his earlier clumsy maneuver of sitting down on his sunglasses, which shattered into a dozen shards in his back pocket.

"Where the hell is this car?" he muttered, at the same time hoping She would be the one to pick him up. But he highly doubted that, it wasn't her style. She was in command after all, she had reminded him before he left Detroit that he would do well to remember that fact...

 

[EvilsXtasy]

Veronique De Chosier was seated at her antique dressing table eyeing her reflection and pondering the arrival of her latest pet. She had taken a liking to him instantly, and in her heart of hearts knew that he would become one of her favorites. It had been a strange coincidence, their first meeting. Veronique had been perusing a website, taking a break from her admirers to do some admiring herself, when she had come across his pictures. Just a couple at first, but so intriguing. She knew instantly that this man would succumb to her power, she sensed it from the moment he replied to her message. They had been speaking online everyday for a while now, and she had been enjoying leading him into exploring the darker side of himself. But She had finally decided that the time had come, he would make a lovely addition to her collection, and she extended the invitation to him to join her at her dungeon. As expected, he eagerly accepted. Picking up the heavy silver hairbrush from her dressing table, she ran it through her raven black hair one last time, assessing the vision gazing back at her in the glass. Her long hair was left down, free flowing past her shoulders and framing her face like black velvet. Smoky cat eyes rimmed in black kohl and full lips painted blood red enhanced the exotic beauty of her features. He should be here by now she told herself, I should send the car. She was tempted to make him wait, it would unsettle him immensely. But it was hot, and though she was known for being cruel, she would never do anything to hurt him, unless he asked her to. She appraised her reflection one last time, the white Vinyl corset and long skin tight skirt of the same material had been the perfect choice, it hugged every luscious curve of her muscular body, never belying the strength that lay beyond the satin soft skin. Her boots just peeked from beneath the fishtail hem of her skirt, and again she noted how well the white looked against her bronzed skin. She sighed, her large breasts heaved with the effort, perfectly framed by the heavy boning and lacing of her corset. With one last dab of perfume behind her ears, she pulled the thick velvet rope hanging by her canopied bed. Immediatley her housemaid appeared, this was not a sub, but the woman who coordinated everything for her and made her life so much easier. “I need you to send a car here “ she said handing the woman a fine sheet of parchment with all the details of his arrival written in her own hand.”which car? “ the housemaid questioned. “mine” was the only response Veronique need give, as she knew the housemaid would send the white limo with the blood red velvet interior. The white limo that bore her insignia on both sides. A heart shaped padlock wrapped in designs resembling tribal tattoos. If truly he was to belong to her, then he would know her car when he saw it…

 

[mac_crazy]

"What the fuck," Cal muttered for the 3rd time. After 30 minutes of waiting, he was beginning to wonder if he had been duped. Why would she have him fly across the country, only to strand him at the airport? "She wouldn't," he told himself, trying again to push the cynical voices into the back of his mind. "And besides, so what if she did, I'm on vacation, I'm in sunny California, I could find a million things to--"

Just then, the bright sunlight glared off the windshield of a white limo that had pulled up to the curb right in front of him. How could he have not seen that? Must have pulled up when I was lookin the other way, he presumed. It was a stretch Lincoln limo, gleaming white with blacked-out windows. But the insignia on the door immediately made it clear that this was his ride: A bright red, heart-shaped padlock, with some sort of tribal-like markings surrounding it. An image of her in her black leather corset, handcuffs at the ready, blitzed lightning-fast through his mind, and it made his cock jump in his tight blue jeans.

The trunk of the limo popped open, and the back door at the curb also opened in his direction. Nobody emerged from the driver's side, and he couldn't see inside through the darkened windows.
"Okaaaay..." he mumbled, slightly confused, but doing what he thought he was supposed to, tossing his duffel bag in the trunk, slamming it shut, and ducking down into the back seat of the limo. He shut the door, threw his backpack on the seat next to him, and took in the surroundings. The inside of the limo was immaculate, every single square inch of it seemed to be swathed in blood-red velvet! He looked towards the front, trying to see the driver. "Umm... hello?" he questioned, but a panel of darkened glass separated the front compartment from the rear. No answer. "Hello?" he barked louder, and this time, the glass slid down slowly, revealing a stunning redhead in a chaffeur's hat. He couldn't see much of her, but what he could see made his cock twitch again, involuntarily.

"We'll be at the Mistress' domain shortly. Please fasten your seatbelt, and relax," the redhead ordered. No smile, no 'how are you?', nothing, just a command to basically sit back and shut up. The glass slid upwards again soundlessly, leaving him in the silence of the backseat. The limo began moving forward, and he took in the sights of the Los Angeles as they rolled along.

Thoughts raced through his mind as he rode, most of them second-guessing his decision to fly out to Cali. What were you thinking? his mind demanded. He could very possibly be setting himself up for danger, this chick could very well be a man, a psycho, a serial--

Before he could finish the thought, it was interrupted by the glass sliding down again, and the chaffeur addressing him: "A drink, sir, to pass the time?" A drink would be good right about now, he thought, maybe it'll calm me down, and shut those damn voices up.

After a bit of searching, he found the wet bar hidden behind a seamless cabinet door in the paneling at his feet. He poured himself an Absolut on the rocks, slammed it, and poured another one. After his 3rd drink, he felt the liquor's soothing effects wash over him, and relaxed. Shortly, more thoughts bandied about his mind, but these were much more casual and positive. "I'm sure she's exactly who she says she is," he counselled himself. "She's hot, she wants me, I want her. Where's the problem?" As the limo weaved through the busy streets of LA, images of him being tied up, blindfolded, spanked and whipped darted through his mind, and by then his cock was at full attention, straining against his pants.

The glass partition went down again. "We've arrived, sir."

 

[EvilsXtasy]

Veronique heard the crunch of gravel under tires and knew that her package had arrived, safely she presumed. Her driver Chastity had a tendency to intimidate, it was why Veronique loved her so very dearly, there was nothing better than taming those with a wild spirit, and Chastity was like a wild mustang who took to Veronique instantly, bending to her will and becoming yet another beauty in Veronique’s service. As she made her way out to the main entry, she wondered just what her new pet would think of the dungeon. It was an imposing place, buried in the Hollywood Hills, it had originally been built into the mountain by a silent film star of the 1920’s, and from the moment she saw it Veronique vowed to make it her own. The long curved drive lined with weeping willows led to the front of the mansion, which was built from slate stone that blended so well into the natural stone of the surrounding mountain that the house seemed to melt away into nothingness. The front door was painted blood red of course and the surrounding bay windows offered a spectacular view of the surrounding gardens from the inside. The second story balcony was also fully visible from the front of the mansion, as were the immense French doors that led to Veronique’s private playrooms. Often she would throw immense parties, and watch the debauchery from this spot with a few of her favorites by her side, returning to her rooms to enjoy them as she saw fit. She hoped that her new pet would find his new surroundings pleasing, and decided to move him into the room adjoining her suite so that she could have the easiest access to him at all times. A grin spread slowly across her face as she settled herself into the imposing red velvet throne that had been set on the landing of the first staircase, where the stairs split off into to separate and beautiful curves that led to the east and west wings of the house. The stairs led to her, just as she liked it. It would be this landing where his training would begin, where he would catch his first sight of her in all her glory. She let her knees gracefully part, so that his first sight of her would include a full view of her well-trimmed pussy, which was dripping wet with all of the thoughts that were flying through her brain. Very few subs in her care got this view more than once, but this one would be an exception, if her feelings about him were correct. Veronique had grand plans for this new pet, he would worship her like none before….and he would love it. She heard voices approaching and stilled herself, the immense red door opening with a low groan…

 

[mac_crazy]

Cal's jaw dropped as the limo pulled up the long, meandering driveway, and the mansion came into view behind the willows. He didn't know if there were certain requirements for a home to be classified as a "mansion", but jesus, this one had to meet all of them. The huge home was actually built *into* the freakin' mountain behind it! He noticed right away that the front door's color matched that of the limo's interior; must be a favorite of hers, he thought.

The executive car slowed to a stop in front of the door, engine running. His eyes couldn't stop admiring the breath-taking scenery before them, the mammoth house, the incredible landscaping, the awesome natural scenery. The car door suddenly opened, the redhead was standing just outside with his duffel bag in hand.

"Come now, we don't want to keep Mistress Veronique waiting."

Veronique? Cal had only known "Mistress" for a little more than a week, he had never learned her name until now. If that was her real name, anyway. But what caught his attention even more than her name was what Redhead Driver said next:

"You make her wait, and you pay the price. Dearly, sometimes."

He was about to ask what exactly she meant by that, but by the time he had both feet out of the limo and had stood up, Redhead was already halfway up the dozen or so steps that led to the front door.

"Well, wait up, then," he weakly offered, but she either didn't hear him, or didn't care to listen. She was on her way to opening the door as he jogged up the steps, throwing his backpack over his shoulder.

As he took the steps two at a time, he wondered for the 3rd time today what he was getting himself into. On one hand, he was sexually excited to delve into a world that he had never experienced; conversely, that world was exactly what was pushing the first thumbtack of fear into the corkboard of his mind. The conflicting emotions rushing through his brain actually made him light-headed for a moment, he paused about 6 steps up, steadying himself.

"Are you coming or not?!?" Redhead barked, from the doorway, breaking his momentary daze.

"Yeah, I'm coming, I just..." his voice trailed off as she didn't wait for his answer, just darted inside the house.

"Fuck. What the hell is this?" It wasn't like Cal was naieve, he knew to expect some treatment like this, after all, he was coming to the lair of a real-life Domina, but he didn't expect this quick. He really didn't know what to expect, which in the back of his mind, was probably the biggest turn-on of all.

He reached the top step, and walked inside the house. He was still questioning his rash decision to come to this place when it happened. The sheer beauty of the house halted him, but when his eyes focused on Her, His Mistress, Veronique, his entire body froze. Redhead stood to the side, smirking, as if she had seen this reaction many times before. "Oh My God," Cal thought to himself, although the fact that he had a rational thought at all was a surprise. His eyes locked on her, sitting halfway up the immaculate staircase, in what looked like a red velvet-covered throne. She was stunningly beautiful, and although she was probably the most beautiful woman he had personally laid eyes on, those same eyes couldn't help but to drift downward, toward her lap, where they came to rest on her finely-trimmed pubic patch, which she proudly, but elegantly, displayed to him.

"Uh...mmm..." he stammered, and then nothing more came out.

Never before had body language so clearly conveyed one singular message as his did to her that moment: He was Hers. Period.

 

[EvilsXtasy]

Veronique gazed deeply into the eyes of the man standing before her. Her eyes traveled hungrily over the length of his body taking in his strong form and ice blue eyes. Pausing at the incredible erection he was feebly attempting to ignore, her mind whirled with thoughts of restraints and paddles and all manner of instruments designed to bestow a torture so sublime that it bridged the gap between pleasure and pain. Her face belied nothing of her lust for this new initiate into her world, until a Cheshire cat’s grin spread across her features. She locked eyes with him again, noting the hesitation behind the burning desire. With an arch of one perfectly groomed brow, she silenced Chastity’s muffled twitters of amusement, and assured her of the punishment that would follow her blatant disrespect of Veronique’s presence. He must know that at all costs she would protect him, for he now belonged to her and her alone. There was no room for judgments in Veronique’s lair, and she would not tolerate any act of mockery amongst her subs. Veronique ruled her world with an iron hand, and only she was allowed to dole out the humiliation to those she felt were deserving. Crossing her legs demurely, she beckoned the man to come to her, he seemed afraid, unsure of what actions would be appropriate and would please her. “Welcome home” she said to him, with a smile rarely bestowed upon those beneath her, a smile that bestowed a warmth and comfort to its recipient. There would be time enough for her to toy with him later, she wanted to assure him that despite his apprehensions, he had nothing to fear from her. He was after all, her chosen one. Reaching out with her hand, she motioned him to kneel before her. Without a word, he fell to his knees, anticipating what she wanted without her ever having to say a word. There was a link there; it was obvious even to the silenced Chastity. This pet was to be something special to his Mistress, and his Mistress would adore him for it in return. With one hand Veronique reached up to turn her new slaves face upward, so that she could see into his eyes, penetrate his soul. With her other hand she gently ran her fingers along his neck, his collarbone, his chest, testing the coil of muscles that lay beneath his skin. “Let me show you to your room, come”. Without a word she whirled around and began her ascent up the bank of stairs on the left, giving both subs behind her a splendid view of her tiny bound waist, and full round hips. Veronique glanced over her shoulder, knowing he would follow her without question…..

 

[mac_crazy]

Cal was stupified. He had never experienced such a state of simultaneous arousal and desire. He stared at her for a moment longer, then she motioned for him to come forward. He practically floated to her, as if he were levitating an inch off the ground. She indicated that he should kneel before her, but that was unnecessary, as there was really no other way to greet her, was there? In the 30 seconds he had been in her presence, she was a Goddess to him, it was almost as if he had been hypnotized. But his feelings were sincere, not forced, concurrent waves of lust, devotion, and submission rolled over him, he wanted nothing more than to please his Mistress. Deep in the recesses of Cal's mind, there was a slave waiting to come forward, it was simply waiting to find the right Master. Could She be the one? It seemed without question that She was.

"Welcome home," she had said to him, and the words were more absorbed through his entire body rather than just heard through his ears. Her voice was like silk, smooth and sexy and with a hint of terseness that made his skin prickle. But he felt no fear, no intimidation, simply adoration. Again, the naysayers in his head spoke up: How can she have such a hold on you? You just met her! But he squashed those voices away, it didn't matter why, or how, it only mattered that he was here now, in her presence, and he had never felt so grateful.

As he knelt before her, her soft, taut-muscled legs crossed now, she reached down and lifted his chin, forcing their eyes to meet. He was taken in completely by her, again, hypnosis was the only thing he could compare it to. His mind was on autopilot, waiting for her next command. When she ran the fingers of her other hand across his shoulder, his collarbone, down to his chest, he almost melted, her inviting words floating through his head:

"Let me show you to your room. Come."

If she had uttered that last word a second time, Cal probably would have done just that. His manhood was as hard as it had ever been, the anticipation of the treatment She was going to give it, and the rest of his body was almost unbearable.

She turned and started up the stairs, displaying her tight, firm ass and hips. He could barely move at first, but then her command finally took effect on his brain, and he rose to follow her.

"I've got to have her," he thought to himself, the first real thought of his own in the last several minutes. "She can do anything she wants to me, but I've just got to have her."

She paused on the step she was on, turned her head back to him, as if she could hear his thoughts, and gave a barely perceptible smile. Of course she knew the effect she was having on him, the plan was for him to be her submissive for the few days he was in California, but now he began to wonder if he wouldn't be staying longer...

 

[EvilsXtasy]

Veronique continued her ascent on the stairs, knowing instictivley that he would follow wherever she led. As much as she hated to admit it, she was smitten by his adoration, his respect. Despite her ice queen reputation, she truly loved those who served her, but this one ignited a fire within her that had been extinguished for quite some time. She could hear his footsteps behind her on the stairs, echoes of adoration mixed with apprehension, “Good” she thought to herself, “I must never let him forget who has the upper hand”. They reached the top of the stairs and Veronique turned to face him. “ Your training will begin this evening, but first I will show you your rooms.” Usually she left minutiae such as this to her subs, allowing them to show her new initiates the ropes while she prepared the evenings festivities. But she wanted this one for herself and had mandated that his only contact for the evening was to be with her. She reached out her hand, and touched the long perfectly manicured deep red nail of her index finger to the skin at the base of his throat, and allowed it to rest there for just a moment, before trailing her finger down his chest again, then lightly resting it against the top button of his jeans. Veronique could see the effect her touch had on him immediately, his cock strained against the heavy denim of his jeans as she stood there quietly, savoring the moment. She leaned in close to him, so that he could smell the rich aroma of her perfume, a blend of exotic spices created especially for her, she came closer to him until her lips were just brushing his ear, “The first thing you must learn my pet, is to surrender your self control to me” she whispered as she nipped his earlobe with her teeth, inducing just enough pain to make him flinch. He recovered quickly, as she slipped her hands into the waistband of his jeans, wrapping her hand around his cock, she pulled her face away from his, and looked him dead in the eye “ You will not cum without my permission from this point on, is that understood?” He understood perfectly, she knew he did. She released his cock, dragging her nails along the shaft as she did so. Veronique turned and led Cal down a long hallway, the heels of her boots clicking rhythmically against the hardwood floors. The walls were lined with artwork, different nudes, male and female, posed in various positions of torture and bondage, the colors main colors of the paintings being red blacks and greys. Each door in the hall was painted blood red, with a different oriental letter painted in simple black. Veronique escorted him past these doors; she would explain their meaning later, and to a heavy door near the end of the hall. Looking over her shoulder at him, she flashed him a wicked smile s she pulled an old fashioned skeleton key from between her breasts. The key, like everything around her, was distinctly hers, as the handle had been shaped into the form of her insignia. Inserting the key into the lock on the outside of the door, she looked again at him with a sadistic gleam in her eye…

 

[mac_crazy]

Cal followed Veronique up the stairs, silently. His eyes roamed up and down her firm body, mentally undressing her. He knew though, from their earlier online conversations, that he would only truly undress her at her command. In fact, he was pretty sure that he would do nothing at all unless she instructed him to do so. This notion was foreign to him, but the nature of it was quite arousing. He had always had a hidden submissive side to him that never had the opportunity to show itself, and now that She was bringing it out, it was exciting him greatly. They reached the top of the stairs, she turned to face him.

"Your training will begin this evening, but first I will show you your rooms," she purred.

Cal found himself a bit surprised that She was taking him to his room, after Redhead Driver picked him up in the limo, he expected numerous subs to take care of the little details like this. He had a feeling that this meant something, as if maybe he rated a little higher on the normal sub "food chain". He wasn't sure why this was, but he sure wasn't questioning it!

With cat-like deftness, she raised her index finger to his throat, and lightly traced a line from his chin to his bellybutton with its rosy-red nail. He couldn't help noticing her perfect manicure, which fell in line with the rest of her perfect clothing, hair, makeup and body. She was flawless, head to toe. She leaned in closer to him, he got a strong whiff of a scent his nostrils had never before experienced, a lovely aroma that was utterly unique.

"The first thing you must learn my pet, is to surrender your self control to me," she whispered, and no sooner was the last syllable out of her mouth than her tongue was rolling around his earlobe, darting quickly, and he felt the sting of her teeth biting down gently on the tender skin there. Her warm breath on his skin made him shiver with delight, but her next move practically made him fall over: her hand smooth slipped inside his pants, expertly finding a firm grip on his iron-hard cock, and squeezed. She pulled her lips away from his ear, looked him right in the eye, and commanded,

"You will not cum without my permission from this point on, is that understood?"

Holy shit! Cal thought, she is for real! But although he had never been a master of holding back, he knew at that moment that he would not, could not, allow himself to cum until she gave her approval. It was a challenge now, a goal he wanted to accomplish, to gain her approval.

She released her grip on his cock, dragging her nails along the shaft, making it impossibly harder still, and he managed to croak out "Yes, ma'am," but she had already turned and began descending down the hallway, fully expecting him to follow. And of course he did, breathing heavily.

As they walked, he caught glimpses of the artwork on the walls on either side of him. Portraits of both male and female, solo or in pairs, or in groups, but all carried the same theme: Bondage. Men in black leather masks handcuffed, women chained to a rack with nipple clamps shining in the light. Any and all possible means of torture and sadism seemed to be represented on these walls; Cal wondered blankly if he would eventually end up on the wall too. But before he could come up with any kind of guess, Veronique stopped again.

Pulling an old-fashioned skeleton key from down deep between her ample breasts, she gave a wicked grin and inserted the key into the lock of a heavy oak door at the end of the long hall. Cal was in a sexual haze at this point, his cock was throbbing to the rhythm of his hearbeat, and he could feel the precum oozing down his leg in large droplets. But he wouldn't let it go further than that, she had laid down the law, and he wanted so badly to abide by her rules. As she leaned in to open the door, a fleeting thought rambled through the jumbled forest of his mind: He had been in this house less than 15 minutes, and already he felt emotions for this woman that he couldn't remember feeling for anyone else. Was it love? Just lust? Perhaps a primal need to be "kept"? Whatever it was, it was coming on with hurricane force, and he was simply powerless to stop it.

 

[EvilsXtasy]

Veronique opened the now unlocked door, swinging it wide so that Cal would see what lay within. Veronique had arranged this room herself, with exquisite attention to detail, and was quite pleased with its effect. The walls of the large room were the same slate stone that made up the front of the house, but they were lit at various intervals with a soft light and draped in a blood red velvet that made the harshness of the stone seem warm and inviting. Large steel eyehooks were mounted inconspicuously along the walls and the ceiling; they had been installed so well that they just seemed a natural part of the décor. The massive cast iron bed dominated the middle of the room, large and inviting with four posters and draped in the same Blood red velvet Veronique so favored. But what caught the eye immediately was the large painting hanging over the bed, a portrait of Veronique, in all her glory, corseted in black vinyl, onyx eyes watching over whoever might be laying beneath. It was the same style as the paintings in the hall, but it was obvious that the artist felt quite different about Veronique. At the foot of the bed lay a large antique trunk, black leather, with a heart shaped padlock through its hasp. Various candles were lit around the room, imbuing it with Veronique’s signature scent. Opposite the bed was a huge fireplace with a large polar bear rug in front of the now crackling fire. Mirrors hung everywhere, reflecting the candle and firelight in a dazzling display against the darkness of the room. Two comfortable leather chairs were nestled into the East corner, with an elegant marble chess set resting on the table between them. The table, a tribute given to Veronique from a sub long ago, was a rich mahogany, its base carved to reveal a kneeling woman with hands bound behind her back, head bent in the classic display of submission. There were no windows, but as Veronique crossed the room, she pulled on a thick cord hanging from one of the panels, pulling back the fabric to reveal a bank of bay windows that looked out over the grounds. Veronique turned to face Cal, “Please do not be misled by the grandeur of this room, there is a reason I put you here” Crossing the room again, she went to the wall of stone across from the windows, pulling back more fabric, to reveal another Dark red door. Veronique turned to her new pet “This door leads to my suite, and is accessible only to me, you can not open it from this side. I expect you to be prepared for me to make use of this door at anytime I choose, this is your purpose, to exist solely for my pleasure and to revel in doing so.” Veronique turned to him again, the perfect picture of cool elegance and perverse cruelty. “ The mirrors on this wall are so that I can watch you whenever I wish, to ensure that you follow my commands even when you are not in my presence. You never know when I may be watching, and though this is your room, you still belong to me, and I enjoy the freedom to do with you what I will. You may touch yourself when I am not present in the room, but I expect you to be able to achieve an erection on command, and to always be prepared to offer me plenty of cum whenever I demand it. If you abuse this privilege, and for whatever reason are unable to maintain an erection for me, or unable to come for me when I want you to, you will be disciplined” She need not ask if he understood, it was expected that he did. She looked at him again, to ensure that her words were not a total shock, you had to be careful when they were fresh like he was, a perfect balance of strength and compassion. “He seems pleased” she thought to herself as again her hungry eyes caught sight of his hard cock still straining against his jeans, it had been that way from the moment he walked in her door, and at this point nothing had changed. Veronique walked over to one of the corner chairs settling herself down and removing a cigarette from the Black Ebony Box that lie on the table next to the chess set, inserting it into a long cigarette holder. Looking at Cal expectantly, she allowed her gaze to flit to the lighter laying on the table next to her, giving him a non verbal hint that he was expected to light her cigarette. This was what she loved, such complete control that even a change in her facial expression was enough to make her wishes clear…

 

[mac_crazy]

The door swung open, and Cal was taken aback by the beauty of the room on the other side of the threshold. The slate walls doused in the trademark blood-red velvet, the four-post bed centering the room... but hanging on the wall over the bed was the most exquisite portrait Cal had ever seen. A bigger than life painting of Mistress Veronique loomed over the bed, seeming to watch his every breath. And ironically, in a way, she was.

She explained that the mirrors held 2-way mirrors, and she would possibly (probably?) be watching him at any moment. It was also made clear that she expected him to be at her whim sexually, at any given moment. Cal liked the sound of that, but what if she wanted him to fuck her 10 times in a row? Or what if he had just masturbated *thinking of her, of course* but she walked in and demanded service? Mistress made it quick lucid that he would be "disciplined" if he couldn't get it up, or if he couldn't cum when she commanded. What would the discipline be? These thought raced through his head, but were quickly overcome with the messages coming from his "other brain", below his waist. This was the opportunity of a lifetime, his dick told him! An incredibly sexy woman wants you as her sex slave, and you're worrying?

He grinned on the inside, and caught her eye just in time to notice her glimpse at a lighter on the table next to her. He immediately grabbed it, fumbled with it, almost dropped it, then found the grip and lit the smoke that sat in the black cigarette holder dangling from her mouth. She smirked at him, obviously toying with him, mocking his lack of coordination and nervousness.

"Mistress Veronique?" he started. "Um, I understand the rules, that I'm to be ready for you at all times. I'm very grateful to be here, thank you for having me in your home. Ummm..." He didn't know what to say next, his mind was buzzing with an insatiable sexual tension, he needed to either fuck her right then right there, or whip his cock out and jerk off. He was too embarrassed to do that, they had had "cyber-sex" several times, but this was face to face, and she had such control over him already, he didn't know what was the right move. So he tried to make up an excuse.

"Ummm.. well, I guess I should change, and... ummm..." Cal's cock was raging, and she knew it too, she had had her hand around it 3 minutes ago, for Christ's sake!

"It's just that... well..."

He hesitated, searching for the right words...

 

[EvilsXtasy]

Veronique inhaled a deep drag off her cigarette and exhaled the smoke in a cloud as fragrant and exquisite as the rest of her. She could see his muscles tautly wound with sexual frustration,his cock swollen to the point of bursting. It amused her, but he was not yet prepared to fully enjoy the sweet tortue of anticipation. With a deep sigh she arched her brow at him, "Because you are new to me, and because I understand that you are not yet used to my continual presence, I will allow you to do whatever you wish when I leave this room, but I also expect you, in time, to learn to control your own desires, it is my pleasure that is important to you, this is why you came here." Veronique stood slowly,allowing Cal the opportunity to see the arch of her curves as she did so. With long graceful strides she moved to him, eyeing him up and down as she did so. The only sound was the silent click of her 6 inch heels against the harwood floor. Veronique stopped behind Cal, leaned forward and placed her arms around his waist. In one swift movement she unbuttoned his jeans and stepped back as they fell to the floor with a silent wooshing sound. Veronique loked at his naked form, pacing around him again until she was facing him. His cock was throbbing and swollen, she could see the glistening drops of precum on its silken head. Cocking her head to one side she placed a finger to her chin, like an art buyer apprasing a precious Picasso, she eyed him again. Reaching up to her flowing black hair, she removed a long thin blade with a filagreed silver handle and a pigeons blood ruby embedded in the handles end. "I will not hurt you" she whispered to Cal as she moved closer to his body, " You must trust me" she whispered, running her nails across his cheek. Leaning in to him, she brushed her lips against his neck, reaching her other hand behind his back to grasp hold of his thick hair. She genlty pulled back, feeling Cal's body relax and comply with her touch. With his neck exposed to her, she gently planted three small kisses along his Adam's Apple, then moving the hand with the knife slowly, she moved it towards him " I am not going to hurt you" she whispered into his ear, sealing her promise with another gentle nip of his earlobe. She brought the knife to the base of his throat where the collar of his shirt just met his skin. With a deep sigh into his ear and a flick of the blade, his shirt fell to the floor as his pants had just a moment earlier. She released her grip on his hair, and stood back to gauge his reaction, he seemed stunned and perhaps a little intimidated, but at ease as well. She returned to her seat, taking another deep drag from her ciarette, blowing a cloud of smoke at Cal. " I know that I have made quite an impression on you, so now I will leave you to your own thoughts, again, feel free to do what you like while I am away, I will come for you in an hour or two's time to finish the tour of the dungeon, but first I must attend to other matters" With that Veronique stood and again crossed the distance between herself and Cal, with a firm hand she reached out and grabbed his balls in her hand, giving them a not so gentle squeeze and she moved her body up against him, she rubbed her vinyl clad hip against his straining cock,and dragged the heel of her boot up his shin. Holding her knee bent with her foot still on his shin, she whispered to him ," Dont be afraid of performing on command for me, rarely will you be the one doing the fucking' SHe let go of his balls and stepped back, grinning at him malevolently as she turned and left the room, hips swaying...

 

[mac_crazy]

"I will not hurt you."

"You must trust me."

"I am not going to hurt you."

These words floated through Cal's ears, but he heard none of them. He was in a semi-catatonic state, stemming from Veronique's exotic, magical, brilliant fingers on his body. And the blade! Revealing that from yet another secret spot on her body (oh, how he wanted to find every one!), he was rendered speechless and motionless as she first dropped his pants from behind him, then, in one lightning-quick movement, removed his shirt from his torso with the razor-sharp knife. As he stood there completely naked, his rigid cock perfectly perpindicular to his body, oozing precum, his audial senses finally came back to him.

"...but first I must attend to other matters..." He thought she had mentioned something about doing what he wanted for an hour or two, and maybe something about her making an impression on him. But it was all fuzzy. He felt drugged, or drunk, or both, but of course he wasn't; it was her. Her intoxicating voice, her mind-altering touch, her intense, sexual aura was slowly taking over his mind. He was completely powerless to do anything at this moment except feel. And what he felt next was her strong fingers grasp his sac, squeezing, forcing his cock to swell to never-reached-before proportions. It felt so gooooood, his eyes practically rolled back in their sockets, his head lolled backwards, entranced.

Suddenly, his head snapped back forward, his eyes jerked open, as he felt the sheer agony of her stiletto heel digging into his shin. He silently shrieked, not wanting to be rude by interrupting the whispering she was doing in his ear.

"Dont be afraid of performing on command for me, rarely will you be the one doing the fucking," she breathed heavily, and with that, she stepped back, and with a omniscient grin, spun on a heel and strutted out of the room. The door swung closed behind her.

"OhhhhhmyyyyyyyyGodddddddddd!!!!" Cal moaned through gritted teeth. It took every ounce of will power he had left to wait until she left the room to let loose his mind-blowing orgasm. As he stood where she left him, his purple, swollen cock virtually exploded, spewing a hot white stream of cum onto the table in front of him. "MMMmmmmphh!!" Another bullet of his cum streaked out, and a third followed, his cock convulsing, the rest of his body completely still, muscles taut. The fourth and fifth burst of his fluids actually landed further than the first three, soon the smooth-finished end table had his cum dripping from 3 different sides. He finally found the strength to raise one hand, gripping his still erect member, and stroked it firmly, forcing yet another blast of cum to eject from his swollen head. His balls were tight against his body, completely emptied now, the last remnants of his seed dripped from the tip of his shrinking penis slowly down to the floor.

Cal collapsed on the floor, breathing loudly. "OmigodOmigodOmigodOmigod..." There were simply no other words to describe his ecstasty; in less than 30 minutes, she had reduced him to a blathering idiot laying in a pool of his own cum. A huge smile grew on his face, and after a while he somehow found the strength to lift himself from the floor, clean up his mess, and crawl into bed. He was asleep seconds after his head hit the pillow.

He dreamed of blood-red velvet.

 

[EvilsXtasy]

Veronique knew what he would be up to while she was away,he wasnt fooling anyone. Pondering this as she strode down the great hall and into her private suite she debated what she should do with him. He seemed hesiatant, yet willing enough. Perhaps it was time he learn just who his Mistress was, and just how far she would really push him. She knew from their previous conversations the types of things he enjoyed, but she also knew he wanted to explore his darker side. She gazed at her reflection in the mirror before her, a fetish vison in white vinyl. This simply would not do. Veronique walked into her dressing room, a spacious circle of red velvet and mirrors,and picked up a tiny silver bell, its lilting ring echoing throughout the house like an angels laughter. Immediatley a petite raven haired girl arrived at Veroniques side, gazing up at her mistress with love and adoration in her Emerald green eyes she fell to her knees and layed a porcelain cheek against Veroniques Vinyl clad thigh."You will dress me" Veronique whispered to the girl, her Mia, her beloved, one of her favorite pets. The girl stood behind Veronique, unlacing the corset with deft fingers,unzipping the tight vinyl skirt, easing it all down Veroniques curvy form with ease. Her touch was like butterflies against Veroniques skin,and kneeling back from her Mistress, she held the garments so that Veronique might step out of them, then spirited them away to be cleaned and put away. Veronique admired her own naked form, strong and muscular under her soft curves. She stepped over to her corset collection, selecting a Black Vinyl number that gleamed in the light . She browsed through a number of items, selecting long tight black pants of the same material as the corset, her heaviest six inch heel black boots and a starched white shirt with sharp crases that hugged her body. A thin black Vinyl tie completed the ensemble, an outfit designed for a hard nights training. Mia appeared again just as Veronique was laying the last of her selections out. "Pull back my hair"she uttered to the girl, who approached her Mistres with quite respect. Mia was wonderfull at this thought Veronique as she watched the girls movements in the mirror. Smoothing all Veroniques long black hair into a high pony tail, she suprised her mistress by securing it with a black vinyl band, sprinkled with sharp silver studs. Veronique moved the girl in front of her, gave her a deep soulful kiss, letting her know her thoughtfullness was appreciated. " Your reward for tribute will come later my dear" Veronique quipped ans she lightly pinched the girls nipple,"Now run along" she told her, as she moved to admire her new reflection. A vision of harsh Discipline, beautiful for all its awe insiring power. She moved towards the door,stopping to pick up a pair of long red silk cords and her riding crop. it was time for Cal to awaken she decided...

 

[mac_crazy]

Cal finally awoke, feeling as if he'd slept for 12 hours instead of the short time that had actually passed. "A mind-blowing orgasm will do that to you," he grinned to himself. He stood up, stretched, and Veronique crossed his mind. He instantly felt his cock stir, rising to the occassion. "Well," he thought, "I guess I'll be ready when she comes back!"

He thought about their online conversation of the last week or so. He had disclosed to her many of his fantasies: being restrained, being spanked, being completely submissive to her every command, even being fucked by her, if that was her desire. His growing member stirred even more, as he tried to imagine what she might have in store for him, and when she would be back. He idly wandered around the room, taking in the beautiful architecture and artwork...

 

[EvilsXtasy]

With a soft thud the heavy door seperating Cal from Veronique opened with a bit more force than it required. She strode into the room with a purpose. Cal stood before her, completly nude, with a cat that just ate the canary grin. Ignoring him momentarily, Veronique pulled the key to the black leather chest from between her breasts. Unlocking the padlock, she opened the heavy lid, lifiting out a pair of thick leather hand restraints, soon followed by ankle restraints as well. Holding them in her left hand, she used the riding crop in her right to indicate the bed as she spoke in a soft honeyed voice, full of power to Cal " Lay Down". She had caught him off guard, he could smell his fear mingling with the smell of his lust in the rooms heavy air. She watched as he moved towards the bed, not looking into her eyes as he laid down on his stomach. Veronique moved to the bed,leaning her heavy breasts into his face. "Now I will teach you the rules" she said, leaning down to bite his earlobe, she brought her riding crop down across his ass with a snap that resounded around the room. His body quivered, "You should have asked me if I wanted you to lay on your back or your stomach, but instead you made an assumption you will pay dearly for, Now move onto your back." with swift and sure hands she snatched Cal's wrists, binding them tightly in the black leather restaraints, anchoring his arms to the iron headboard. Just as quickly she seized his ankles, and soon he was spread eagled on the red velvet quilts,open and vunerable to her touch. Veronique leaned her head to his face, kissed him lightly on the cheek as she teased his skin gently with her crop. " I wil use this again when I need to,but be forwarned I enjoy it far to much" With that she brought the crop down hard against his thigh, a cruel grin spreading across her face. "Something tells me that you havent been able to keep that cock of yours under control" She leaned back, pacing around his prone form on the bed. She stopped at the foot of the bed, allowing him to admire her for a moment. "Perhaps it is time I help you along" Her hand moved to the red silk cords fingering them lightly as she stared down at Cal. " I think I shall help you by tying it down for you" she whispered to him, moving onto the bed next to him. She dragged her hand along the soft skin of his inner thigh, scratching it just lightl enough to leave parallel lines of red against his pale flesh. Her hand moved to his cock, grasping it firmly at the base, she looked at him, giving him a soulwrenching glare with a flash of power "I will bind your cock in silk red cords and forever bind you to me" she grinned at him with a cruelly sweet smile. Something told her he would enjoy this...