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Training Her SlowlyMore Toys
The cool of the night sent a shiver down her spine down her back. Even here in the garage of the building with the car warmed and running, the oncoming winter chilled her. Granted, as a result of what had been the most intense orgasms of her life, she was damp from the small of her back to below her knees, which didnt help.
At first having to get up and leave the restaurant concerned her, but as always, he had control of every detail. The small dining room had been deserted long before he had given her the first gift. The circumspect waiter had made only a brief appearance to announce that the car was ready.
Her concern that she would have to walk through the main dining room with wet panties and a collar was immediately relieved as he directed her down the hallway at the back of the dining room, into a garage at the side of the building. The car was there and running with the heater on.
This guy thinks of everything, she thought.
The ride to his hotel made her hate bucket seats, as it was difficult for her to get as close to him as she would have liked. She sat back and tried to relax as the night had been on long string of exciting moments capped off by public orgasms. And I didnt even think if there was someone to see or hear. Whats happening to me?
When they reached the hotel, he parked in the ramp, and they walked to a bank of elevators at the rear of the hotel lobby. It was only after they had boarded the car that she remembered she was wearing the collar.
She was surprised at her lack of reaction, embarrassment or concern. She would have thought herself more reactive to her appearance, but was surprised by calmness and acceptance. The collar could appear as jewelry to only the nave. With the D-ring it purposed was unquestionable.
The couple on the elevator engaged in small talk, but she could see both of them looked at her in the reflection of the mirrored walls. And she didnt care. She was becoming more and more comfortable with the realization that this was part of her nature, that she enjoyed the sensation and condition of submission and carried a sense of pride.
When they reached their floor, he stepped behind her as if to screen her nectar soaked dress from their prying eyes. Again, she was consumed with the feeling of being protected and cared for. It was becoming intoxicating.
For so long she had struggled, worried, worked and cried at the enormity of the task and responsibilities that she carried. And here, with him, for a few precious hours, she could let that all go, and be this person, this personality, that lived deep within her consciousness.
They entered the room, dimly lit by a few sconces on the wall, and he took her coat. Im sure youd like to freshen up, he said. Through the doorway is the bathroom and toilet room. Why dont you get out of your things, and Ill draw you a tub. Ive left a bathrobe in the toilet room for you.
Sure enough, she walked into the bathroom to see a large square tub on a platform, surrounded by marble tiles along the tops and sides, and nestled into an indentation in the wall, with mirrored tiles from the marble to the ceiling.
On the opposite wall was a countertop with two sinks and a large mirror covering the entire wall topped by large globes of diffuse light. At the end of the bathroom was another door, which she open. The toilet room was half the size of the bathroom, which meant you could have fit six people in it.
There was a toilet and beat on one wall and another smaller sink on the other. On the hook behind the door was the terry cloth robe, which was thick and fluffy, feeling almost like a fur coat when she ran her hands through it. She used the toilet but skipped the douche as she was going to get in the tub anyway.
When she walked out, he was standing by the tub, hot steamy water was running in quickly and the whirlpool jets were already stirring the water and injecting a frothy plume of bubbles along the surface. He took her hand, pulled her to him and kissed her deeply.
Well my dear, we have crossed a bridge tonight, haven we? It was as much a statement as a question. A deep part of her mind recognized she was in a transition, while a more conscious part allowed her to think this was all just one evening of role- play.
He used his hand to test the water and announced it ready for her. He turned toward her, untied the belt of the robe and confidently pulled it open and over her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. She stood there naked before him save for the collar.
We have much to talk about my sweet, he offered, why dont you get in and I will get you a drink. He took her hand as the other reached for the railing along the wall. She put one foot on the marble step and the other into the tub. It came to rest on a seat that ran around the diameter of the tub. He held her strongly and again she felt the wonderful sensation of letting go and giving her care, even for this simple act, to him.
She stood in the swirling water with the bubbles tickling her pussy lips. The movement of the water between her legs quickly had her pussy lips swelling, as the level of erotic intensity seem to be always there needing little to push it upward.
He watched her sit down on the bench, the water now just below her breasts. He turned toward the sitting room of the suite and she noticed the smooth piano jazz playing in the background. When he returned to the tub, he carried two frosted glasses.
Heres some fruit juice to replace the sweet nectar you lost during your orgasms. We want to keep you moist, he smiled. He turned toward the doorway and dimmed the lights. She noticed for the first time the warm glow of three candles, whose light reflected off the mirror near the sinks.
My dear, he said, Tonight we have come to a cross roads in our relationship.
At the same time you must freely give yourself to me, for anything less would rob us both of the joy and ecstasy that this relationship can bring us. So I want to ask you now to consider your decision. Neither of us can deny the tremendous emotional and sensual experience your experience from accepting the collar. To me that was a confirmation of your truly submissive nature.
What I ask you now my dear is to consider the totality of what I ask of you. From the beginning I made my wishes as clear and honest as I possibly could. I will accept nothing less than your complete and total submission to me. Take your time, my sweet, because we can never go back.
The conflict that continued in her was brought into sharp focus. She had always been in control of her life, at least she thought she had. Yet, as she reflected she realized that more times than not, circumstances far beyond her control, directed the course of events in her life. Yet here, with him, know what was expected of her, what his expectations were, she again felt the calmness, the serenity and the security of giving this all to him in return for his care and attention.
With stark clarity she realized that submission to his will was part of her nature and the excitement and pleasure she experienced from pleasing him was taking control of her. And her was right, they could not go back. She could not go back.
All through the night, deep in her consciousness, she knew she had entered a world that she had longed of, dreamed of, yearned for. To adore a man so deeply that his fulfillment of his wishes and desire, was all she could wish or desire.
As she stood on the precipice holding the collar before she brought it to her neck, again, she stood on the edge, looking into the honesty and truth of her being. In the last few hours, being a slave to him had been a pleasure and passion she had never known. She wanted more of this.
She again looked deep into his eyes. Again, the calm and strength and confidence she had seen the moment they meet was there in force. He looked back at her and she felt a naked as she had ever been. He was looking into her soul. And she knew what he saw. She was ready now, ready to again commit her submission to him.
Yes my love, she said softly, I submit myself to you.
Thank you my sweet, he replied, and then leaned over the tub, kissed her deeply and gently twisted her nipple. She found the sensation delicious, wish only that he had twisted harder. Her nipple swelled and yearned for more.
Now two conditions must exist before we go forward. First, if at anytime you wish to withdraw your submission to me, you need only tell me. Remember, if you do it must not be in some moment of ill temper or spite. I will not tolerate you ever playing with that. I have made myself clear from the start and I will not compromise my integrity. Is that clear?
Again, she held herself for a moment. The whimsical thought that this was a night of role-playing was swept from her mind. She had never known a man of his conviction or honesty. A sick sad feeling struck her heart as she realized that he could, he would leave her to yearn for this submission he had unlocked in her soul and in her heart.
A moment of terror filled her with the thought that she may never again revel in the glorious passion of her commitment and submission. This genie of her being was now released, never to be put back in its bottle. She loved the feeling, the surrender, the totality of her desire to be owned and mastered. She can never let this go.
Yes, my love, she said softly.
Then lets get you dried off and ready to open the rest of your presents, shall we?
Coming back up he said, I will ask you to demonstrate your submission in many ways. Some quite public and some quite personal. First, you will always keep your pussy and rosebud shaved and clean. When I require, you will present yourself for my inspection.
Now bend over and bring your hands down to your ankles. Thats right. Good.
Excellent, you learn quickly
She had never been exposed this way before. At first, the inhibition that had ruled her life caused some objection to raise up in her. But she quickly realized through his calm and soothing words how pleased he was. She wanted to do more, she realized with a shock of pleasure that she enjoyed exposing herself like this because it pleased him.
Now my dear he continued, his spot between your pussy and your rosebud should be sensitive as a result of you giving birth. Is it? he asked as he massaged the spot. Why yes, it is. She said, surprised with the easy to which she admitted such feeling.
Good, he said. Over time we will open your rosebud until you enjoy penetration here as much as your pussy. And rest assured my sweet; we will protect your health and never pass from your rosebud to your pussy, only from your pussy to your rosebud. My desire is for your pleasure and my pleasure through yours.
Again she was startled and amazed at his care and attention to her. Other men had wanted to fuck her up the Hershey highway but his soothing voice and confidence made what was once offensive now pleasing and full of anticipation.
She was amazed at her level of enjoyment of her exposed and uninhibited display. She could see in the mirrors how she looked and the image not only surprised her but also startled her in her enjoyment of it. Her slowly building arousal took a leap.
Excellent, she heard him say. Your pussy juice is flowing again. She felt the soft touch of the tip of his finger as he gently dipped it between her now swelling pussy lips. Slowly, sweetly he entered her with his finger. She gave out a low moan of pleasure.
They sat on the large, soft couch across from the fireplace in the sitting room of his suite. He had changed into a long silk robe with a paisley print, she still in the terry cloth bathrobe. The couch enveloped them, and the warmth of the fire allowed them to sit close together, enjoying each others body with touches, kisses and caresses.
He stirred, Would you like more of your presents?
How could I refuse, she laughed, look what Ive already been given.
He stood up, went across the room to the large glass table where he had left the bag upon entering, reached in and brought back three boxes. He put the boxes between them and said, Go ahead, open them.
The first box she opened had a beautiful choker. Four strands of pearls ran parallel to each other, fastened to silver bars that held the strands. The bars also held the clasp and a D-Ring. Its beautiful, she gushed, I love pearls.
Im happy you like it. As part of your submission to me you will always wear a choker or collar. The chokers will due well in public, giving just the hint of submission to the unaware, and an identifiable sign to those that share our wonderful kind of relationship.
In private, or when we are with others who appreciate submission, you will always wear a collar, is that clear? Yes, she answered softly.
Open another, he instructed. She pulled the wrapping paper off the next box, lifted the cover and stared at the contents. Two pairs of leather cuffs, also with D-rings, lay in the box. She lifted up the first pair and noticed that they were not as wide as the pair that remained in the box. What are these? she asked.
Those are cuffs for your wrists and ankles. From time to time I may wish to restrain you, and the cuffs will make that easy, and enjoyable for both of us. Again, when we are in private or with those of our kind you will wear these with pride and confidence. Open the next.
She opened the next box and gave a little gasp as she lifted the contents out.
The bracelets in your right hand are for your wrists, and the ones in your left hand are for your ankles. As with your chokers, you will always wear these in public as a visual sign of your submission. Do you understand?
Yes, she said again, this time more in awe of his generosity and exactness of detail. You will revel in the knowledge that you belong to me, and in the company of those who share our kind of relationship, you will proudly display my ownership of you, is that understood?
Again, she lowered her voice willingly and reverently and said, Yes, I will do as you instruct.
Good, you are learning well and pleasing me greatly. Now before we go further, I want you just to sit quietly and think about all that has happened between us. I want you to take a long look at how we got to where we are right now, and once more wish to offer to release you from your submission. I am going to shower and shave. When I return, I will again ask for your complete and total submission to my pleasure and happiness.
He rose, bent over and kissed her deeply, caressing the round contour of her right breast, cupping it, squeezing it, and the rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He twisted it strongly and she felt the same mix of discomfort and passion that she had been enjoying at these moments, all evening.
As he turned toward the bathroom, she felt a pang of loneliness at the thought of him being no further than the next room. At that moment she wanted to cry out, to pout like a child, and ask him not to leave her. She caught herself, while at the same time marveling at how quickly she was submitting to his will and desirous of his control and direction.
The moment passed and she sat back in the soft, deep couch. How had she gotten here? What force or desire deep within her psyche caused her to be so aroused and wanting to be subservient to his needs and wishes.
It had all started innocently enough. They had been in bed, and he rolled over her to get out of the bed on her side. Momentarily, his hands had held her wrists above her head, pinning them to the mattress, while he straddled her body on his knees.
Uncontrollably, she had arched her back, pushing her breasts up, then arched her pelvis and thrust outward as her pussy lips swelled and she immediately became wet. The sensation of being restrained was incredibly satisfying to her, and as she strained against him she could only think of him inside her at this moment.
Her immediate arousal at this physical control did not go unnoticed by her lover. As she thrust her hips toward him, she felt the head of his cock push between her wet and swollen lips and then catch between their stomachs. Do you like this, he asked, with a wry smile.
Her reaction was physical rather than verbal, and spoke more articulately than words. She again arched her back, spread her legs and captured his now rock hard cock. It slipped easily into her swollen pussy and up to his hilt. She strained against him again and began to orgasm.
What was surprising and stunned her was that the strain against his strength dramatically increased her arousal and excitement. The more she strained, the more she came. The harder she strained the harder she came.
The bed was soaked beneath her and they struggled in this incredibly passionate embrace. And then, as if he wanted to push his cock through her, he held her down and began to stroke so deeply that his stomach and thighs actually slapped against her.
It was as if they were two animals locked in a sexual embrace whose origins were found the actual struggle for life and dominance. This passion, this battle, this fight for control and dominance drove them up, united as one in their fury, to an incredible climax.
She felt him spurt within her, and with each spurt she felt, her stomach and pelvic muscles spasmed with a complimentary orgasm and ejaculation of her love nectar.
They collapsed in each others arms, bathed in their sweat, their cum and their animal satisfaction. Her submission and restraint open a floodgate of emotions deep within her that the next few months would see turn into a river of passion and sensuality. |
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