Clara & Rick

[m_caravaggio]

"I'm settled in, thank you. I'll have some water, if it's not too much trouble..."

Clara's balcony has two chairs and some potted plants. The front door is open, and from inside, I hear old country music playing softly.

I notice that the t-shirt Clara is wearing is the only thing she's wearing at the moment. I don't see any bra or panty lines under the shirt. Her breasts sway with every movement. I try to avoid an erection, but it's impossible, and I try to hide it as much as possible. Clara hands me the glass of water, which I drink immediately. I'm not sure if she noticed my erection, so I try to look away from her, asking random questions about the house. Finally, she asks if I'd like to see the inside of the house.

"It would be a pleasure," I reply.

 

[Becaa57]

"No problem at all Rick"

I get up and pour him a glass of water, coming back I see that he's hard something I haven't seen in years
Try to pretend I don't notice I put the water on the table besides his chair

telling myself it's not Max's chair anymore, and even though it's a bit nicer then the one I'm sitting in
I can't bring myself to sit in it

I can tell he's nervous as he asks questions about my cabin.
After answering a few I say

"Would you like the tour?"

he responds yes

I get up and say follow me
knowing that his eyes are on my ass
can't resist adding just a touch more sway as I walk in

"Not much to it, the kitchen area, stove and fridge and a small table with chair"
"The sitting area here with two chairs"
the window facing out to the lighthouse

"My bedroom "
A nice room, obviously used by a woman
again the window facing the lighthouse the curtains are up
"This is the room I slept in when my mom was alive"
A much smaller bedroom with a single bed
the window here opens to a different view and the curtains are pulled

"Out back is the garden, and wood pile"
"I usually pay a lad to come and chop wood for me in the fall for winter"

wondering if he will notice that every window that faces the lighthouse has the curtains opened

"It's small but works for me"

 

[m_caravaggio]

Clara's house is small, but very well organized. That's why I immediately noticed, strategically positioned on the bed, a rather daring lingerie set, still in its clear plastic packaging (it must have been bought today). It was a bra and panty set, with an opening strategically placed right in the middle of the panties, whose purpose was obvious. I was almost certain it was intentional.

Clara noticed I was staring at the lingerie. I decided to take a chance and said:

"Your t-shirt is beautiful, but I'd love to see you wearing that lingerie in your bed..."

 

[Becaa57]

I blush, I hadn't meant to leave that out

When you suggest or rather tell me that you'd rather see me in the lingerie

it's both what i wanted to hear, but also what I feared hearing

I'm not quite ready

I smile through my red cheeks

"Maybe one day Rick, but I don't think we're at that point yet"

 

[m_caravaggio]

"If we haven't reached that point yet, I apologize for misinterpreting the lingerie on the bed as a message..."

I continue:

"I'm absolutely certain that day will come, but today I will respect your wishes. It was a pleasure seeing your house. Goodbye."

I say goodbye and return to the lighthouse, leaving Clara standing on the balcony watching me. I lie down on the bed and wonder if I've ruined everything, hurrying, thinking about the lingerie on the bed as if it were an invitation. Clearly it wasn't.

It takes me a while to fall asleep, and that night I didn't even look at Clara's house through the telescope...

 

[Becaa57]

"Apology accepted, I just hadn't gotten around to putting it away"
"I like to wash new clothes before I wear them"
"Believe it or not, I have sensitive skin and often brand new items irritate me"
"And not in a fun way"

I can tell my saying no bothered him.

Not 5 minutes later he's driving back up the mountain

I hope I have spoiled what was starting to be a friendship

I sit on the porch for a long time, sipping on some whiskey
Before heading to bed
Opting to sleep nude tonight

 

[m_caravaggio]

The next day I woke up early and went for a walk on the beach. I found a very pretty flower and decided to leave it on Clara's balcony with a note:

'My sincerest apologies for my behavior yesterday. Sincerely, Rick'

I left the flower and the note on the chair and returned to the lighthouse. About two hours later, as the sun was rising, I observed the balcony with my telescope. The flower and the note were no longer on the chair on the balcony, but I couldn't see any movement at Clara's house.

 

[Becaa57]

She'd seen the flower and the note on a chair when she went outside in the morning

Picking it up, she smells it very pretty

Putting it in a glass on her kitchen table

she does her morning chores, including starting another process for her wines
they've been selling pretty good at the markets

she decides to make some cinnamon rolls to take up to the lighthouse

by mid afternoon the rolls are done, and she gets dressed to walk up the mountain

she hadn't seen any sign of Rick, figured he was busy

getting dressed, she hesitates over the lingerie
he did like the very sexy one

she decides instead just a nice lace bra and panty set
sexier then what she normally wears

one of the new dresses, as he struck her as the type of man who likes a woman in a dress

walking up the mountain, which she does very easily now

knocking on Rick's door waiting

 

[m_caravaggio]

I opened the lighthouse door and greeted Clara with a smile. She was carrying a covered tray, and from the smell, I suspected it was some kind of cinnamon candy. She was wearing a dress I'd never seen before; it was elegant and sensual in just the right measure.

"Come in, it's a pleasure to have you here!"

She entered and offered me the cinnamon rolls, which smelled divine. The lower part of the lighthouse was quite messy; I was repairing one of the backup motors for the lighthouse lights. Part of the job at the lighthouse is ensuring there are always working spare parts in case the lighthouse has a problem. I washed my hands and started making coffee.

While I was making coffee, Clara's attention was drawn to a whip I had hung on the wall as decoration. She asked what the whip was for.

"I found it here at the lighthouse; it must have belonged to Max or the previous tenant." But I haven't had the opportunity to use it on anyone yet...”

And I winked at her, on purpose, to see her reaction. I didn't know she had already seen that whip, actually more than once.

 

[Becaa57]

He looks like I interrupted him, and I can see the workshop has one of the machines for the lighthouse spread on the work bench

giving him the cinnamon rolls, I look around the rest of the living area is very neat

my eyes are drawn to a cat of nine tails he's mounted on the wall

Hearing you say you'd found it, think maybe it was Max's

I nod
"It was Max's "
Not saying anything else, but the memories of it come washing over me

me tied to his bed, and him using that on my ass or my breasts
the sting of the straps, so many of them at once

When he got older the only way he could get hard was to use that or something similar on me
I never minded

my body responding to my memories, my nipples harden
I start getting wet

But wait, when Max got sick I'd gotten rid of all the sex toys, or at least I thought I did

Him saying that he hasn't had an opportunity to use it on anyone yet
clicks

I turn to him
my voice strained

"You'd want to use that on someone???"

 

[m_caravaggio]

"My relationship before my marriage was with a woman named Sarah. She really enjoyed that sort of thing, and I confess I enjoyed it very much too. Over time, we accumulated many 'toys' of that kind, and it was a very interesting time."

I continued:

"But after our relationship ended, I met Anna, who in no way accepted that kind of relationship, and I got rid of the toys."

Clara listened to my story and seemed lost in thought.

 

[Becaa57]

Sitting at the table, still looking up at the whip

"For me, this was Max and only him"

"I started working for him God 20 years ago now"
"Shortly after mother passed away"

"Just as a house keeper, personal aid when he'd broken his hip"

getting up and pouring herself a small drink

"want one??:"

sitting down sipping the drink

"at first it pretty much normal, I'd clean help him get around"
"he used a chamber pot in the evenings, so I'd clean it out"

"We got along ok"

"Then one day , I dropped a pitcher, it was just a clay one, no big deal right???"
"Well he freaked out, before I knew it I was bent over his knee"

"My skirt up, my panties down!!!"

"He spanked me hard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"When he was done, I had to stand in the corner, still with my skirt up and panties off then"

"He left me there, while he did the work he needed to do"

"Finally what felt like hours later, told me I could resume my duties"

"After that, anytime I made a mistake I'd get spankings"

looking to see Ricks reaction

 

[m_caravaggio]

I was finally learning more about the past and Clara’s relationship with Max, and I was very curious to know more. She gazed at the whip on the wall and at everything around her with a look of nostalgia and longing. Everything in the lighthouse stirred up strong memories for Clara.

"It seems to me, from what you’ve said, that you enjoyed the kind of relationship you had with Max. Tell me exactly what you felt while he was whipping you."

 

[Becaa57]

"I guess you could say I learned to enjoy it, in the beginning it was "
"Shocking, humiliating painful"
"Reminded me in a way of living with my dad, but Max always had a reason for punishing me"

"So days would go by with no punishments"
"Then I realized I missed them"
"At first I purposely made mistakes"

"He was smart and by the third one, he sat me down"
"Explained that honesty is required in here"
"And if I wanted to be punished, I had to ask for it"

"Can you imagine how hard it was for me to ask him in the beginning????"
"Every morning I'd come here, ask for a spanking"
"Going over his knee for it"

"I stopped wearing panties"

"It progressed from there"

 

[m_caravaggio]

"I understand the dynamic of your relationship with Max. It must have been hard when he passed away. I’m so sorry."

Clara kept her eyes lowered, lost in thought, as I continued:

"I’m very interested in picking up where we left off. But not with you as a housekeeper. As you know, I have a dominant nature and some experience with BDSM; although I haven't practiced it in years, I’ve kept myself—shall we say—up to date. I am fully capable of treating a submissive the way she deserves."

I went on, while she still kept her eyes lowered:

"So, I’ll ask you directly: are you interested in being my sex slave?"

 

[Becaa57]

"It was very hard, our relationship when he passed had been almost like husband and wife"
"but also nobody knew"

I listen as he explains more that he has experience in BDSM, and is wanting to continue that with me
He askes directly if I'd want to be his sex slave

at first just going to answer yes, but then thought better of it

Going to my knees in front of him

"I'd love to be your sex slave, if you're will to accept and train me"

 

[m_caravaggio]

"First, let's discuss a few crucial points. To become your owner, I need to know some important details beforehand. Stand up."

Clara stood up, slightly confused but visibly moved.

"It is important for you to know that your only non-negotiable right is the ability to stop any activity we might be engaged in by saying a 'safeword.' The moment you say it, all activity will cease immediately. I suggest the word 'platypus'."

Clara nodded. I continued the conversation:

"I also need to know about your limits—if any sexual practice is taboo for you, or if there is anything you would absolutely not be willing to do. Tell me."

I waited for Clara's answer.

 

[Becaa57]

Standing in front of him, my heart pounding so hard he must here it

"Platypus is a good safe word, I had one with Max as well"

"I don't know about limits, that never came up with Max"
"The one thing I think would be off the table is anything with poop"
"Also nothing that will leave a scar"

"If we start something I can't do, I'll use the safe word"

"How am I to address you? "
"Is there anything you would want me to wear or not wear when I visit"

"Can we limit the BDSM to up in here, in my place we don't indulge in it?"

 

[m_caravaggio]

"So, 'platypus' will be the safe word. I also agree with your boundaries; it’s excellent that we think alike on this."

I look at Clara and continue with the rules:

"You must always address me as 'Sir' or 'Master.' You must always show up without underwear and properly shaved in the genital area and around the anus."

She agrees, and I move on:

"You will only be my slave while inside this doorway. When you enter the lighthouse, you must put on a collar that I’ll leave hanging next to the door."

She consents, and I think she feels relieved by this explanation. I continue:

"You may only climax with my explicit permission. Any failure to follow this rule—or any new ones that may arise—will be punished according to the severity of the infraction. Do you understand?"

 

[Becaa57]

I listen to his rules and am actually relived that he seems to have thought this out
with Max and I we kind of made it up as went along

I nod

"Yes Sir, I understand and will follow the rules to the best of my ability"
"Will of course accept punishments when I fail to do that"

 

[m_caravaggio]

"Very well. You are to report here the day after tomorrow at 8:00 AM for your inspection."

Clara keeps her head bowed in submission, and I continue:

"Tomorrow, I need to buy some accessories and furniture that will be essential for your training. Use the day to rest and to properly shave the areas I mentioned. You may go now."

Clara leaves; I close the lighthouse's front door and start looking up where to find the items I need. Fortunately, all the locations are relatively close to the lighthouse, though I’ll have to travel for about an hour. The bed of the pickup truck can easily handle the furniture I need. I begin organizing the space that will serve as the lighthouse's 'dungeon.' I end up going to bed very late.