Oh, yes, there he was. Just as I d imagined he would be. I smiled nervously and tried to smooth the wrinkles from my skirt. I wanted to be perfect. He already knew that about me. He knew that I wanted to be perfect or pay the price if I wasn t. My mind raced would this man be my ideal? Would he be the perfect combination of Prince Charming and Sir Stephen, the nefarious hero from The Story of O?
I was so excited, yet at the same time nervous. Will he respect my limits, I was wondering, or push me to new ones? Is he capable of sculpting pain into pleasure for me? Erotic expectation coupled with fear is a great motivator. The combination always makes me moist between the legs.
He looked up and our eyes met. He smiled at me warmly. I looked down, then raised my eyes to meet his once more. I was trying my best to look vulnerable and supplicant. I was such a novice at this game. It took me a long time and many failed relationships to realize what I was looking for. My heart pounded in my ears in this very public place at this moment, the first face to face meeting of sage dominant and eager submissive.
Submissive. How long had it taken me to come to terms with that word? Do I blame my strict upbringing? Do I blame my job one where I have to be in control constantly? Or is it something inborn, the result of something that happened in a former life? All of the bad press we bottoms get that we re stupid and weak just doesn t fit me. I am a college graduate and a card carrying member of the National Organization for Women. I considered myself a feminist before it became fashionable. But in order for me to be satisfied in a relationship, I must be involved with a very strong person. Perhaps it is something linked to me as closely as the color of my eyes. I don t know all the answers. It has taken me so long to realize who I am that perhaps how I got here has little relevancy.
No book ever touched me deeper than The Story of O. It inspired countless masturbatory fantasies. Until I discovered it, I felt alienated and alone. I could see myself clearly in its pages, under the very skin of O. Then one day I noticed the personals in the back of the newspaper. At first I thought they were a joke, but I began reading. When I saw Kyle s ad I couldn t resist: Come away with me to the Chateau, where I will make all of your fantasies real for much longer than nine and a half weeks. The references to the chateau at Roissy, the setting for The Story of O, gave me all the clues I needed. My voice shook a little as I spoke to the system that handled the responses for the personals. For someone like me, it was a special kind of voice mail hell.
Hi. I m Isabella. I ve never done this before. Sir, you are the first person that I have ever heard of that shares my taste in literature. Perhaps we share many more interests. Please give me a call, and I left my number. He called back that day, and we talked for hours. That was a week ago. We d talked every day since. It was as though I d known him for years. Still I was terrified that he would reject me on sight. I was so careful to wear what he indicated.
My first impression: He is incredibly good looking. He is a few years older than me, a little gray at the temples and tanned, with high aristocratic cheekbones. He looks more like a college professor waiting for a student than a master waiting for his new slave.
He stands up as I approach the table. He pulls out a chair and I take it obediently. His eyes inspect and evaluate me, and a chill begins, spreading from my nipples outward, outward, until I am a mass of quivering gooseflesh that is, except between my legs. There I am in flames. At this moment, I am fire and ice.
Would you like a drink, Isabella? His voice is deep and rich. If it were a color, it would be the deep brown of finished cherry wood, with just a hint of red. If it were food, it would be chocolate devil s food, exquisite, forbidden and addicting. He has this incredibly superior bearing I don t think I could go through with this meeting with anybody who didn t have such a presence. In the first telephone interview, I told him that I had to respect the intellect of the dominant to be submissive to someone I thought I could outwit would be a joke. Also there is that issue of trust I was ready to give unwavering trust, but I knew it was something that would have to develop over time. Our telephone conversations had reassured me. The man had this incredible power of mind, quoting everything from Sappho to The Far Side. Now that I was here in his presence, I could feel it so intensely it almost emanated from his skin.
Thank you, sir, I said, and I looked around quickly, hoping no one at any of the adjoining tables had heard me call him sir a word that came out of my mouth as naturally as exhaling.
He leans back in his chair, the fingertips of his right hand lightly pressing against the fingertips of his left hand. He smiles broadly. Tremendous potential, is all he says. Then he calls out to the waitress, ordering me a glass of wine and something a little stronger for himself. Soon the tension is melting away, and we are laughing and talking almost as equals almost.
Kyle s ad caught me at a weak moment. A summer romance was coming to an inevitable ending. Even though we remained friends, we both knew we would never again slip into the roles of lovers. Sex was not at all important to my summer lover, and to me it was as vital as air. I cannot forget the expression on his face the time I finally mustered the courage to ask him to tie me up horror that melted into curiosity. What came next was the stupidest question I had ever heard. Why? he asked. How the hell was I supposed to know why? All I knew is that I longed for it, that I had dreamed for years of it. But what I dreamed for most was a man who would take the initiative. As I explained to Kyle my philosophy about being tied up, he just smiled. It s simple, I said. It s the same as getting flowers if you have to ask, it s not nearly as nice.
We finished our drinks and readied ourselves to venture into the cool autumn night. Instinctively, as I stood up I reached for the hem of my skirt to pull it down. Kyle s hand was immediately on mine.
I don t want you to do that, Isabella, he stated authoritatively.
Oh, don t be silly, Kyle, I m wearing garters, you see, and the skirt
You are still very new at this, aren t you, Isabella? He took my face in his hands and kissed my nose lightly. We need a little more privacy, he said. There are a few things I think we need to clarify.
As we left the bar and began the walk to the parking lot, where his car was, he stepped briskly and spoke in commanding tones. I almost had to run to keep up with him, something made difficult in the high heels I wore.
Think very carefully if you are sure that you want this. While you are with me, I will not tolerate disobedience. You will be asked to give up certain things. But they will be a small sacrifice because of what you will get in return. I am a fair master, and as long as you are good and do what you are told, there will be many rewards. Oh, the rewards, Isabella, he said, stopping abruptly.
As he spoke my name, his voice trailed off because his lips were suddenly pressed against mine, devouring what was left of my defenses. His tongue lightly caressed the roof of my mouth I was burning. When he finally drew away, I stood there in his arms. Isabella, you are quite the beauty, and I m sure that you have never had a difficult time finding companionship. But I am searching for a very special type of relationship. If you can t be obedient, it s best we say goodbye now. But, he continued, I do believe you have it in you. There are not many girls like you, you know. When I m in a roomful of women, I always know exactly who they are. And you know, they are always the brightest, most beautiful women in the room. I m never wrong, but there is always a first time. Am I wrong about you, Isabella?
No, sir, you re correct. I m sorry. This is just all so new to me. It s always just been a fantasy.
He laughed loudly. I knew it! He kissed me again, drawing me close. Now Bella, do you trust me? I nodded silently. Good. His mood was considerably lighter. Putting his arm around my shoulder, he led me into an alley between two tall buildings. I thought that this must be a shortcut to his car, a quicker way to get to where we were going. Out on the street, I heard people and traffic, all oblivious to us. I leaned into him.
Grab your ankles, Isabella.
I was caught off guard again. I didn t quite hear
Grab your ankles, girl.
I looked into his eyes. This is a test. For the next sixty seconds, this station will be conducting a test. Without another utterance, without another blink, my hands were grasping my ankles. Good girl, he almost purred as he pulled my tight miniskirt over my hips. God, Bella, what a nice ass you have. His hands were warm against my backside. I felt the garters dig into my flesh. I wore no panties, as he commanded. He lightly stroked the pubic hairs on my nether lips until I began to moan. Ohh, I touched a sensitive spot. I promise you, Bella, I m going to get to know all of your sensitive spots. But first we have some unfinished business. Right before we left the bar we had a little misunderstanding about your skirt. His voice was as soothing as warm milk as he caressed my naked bottom. I don t want this to happen again, do you, Isabella?
No, sir, I whispered, a sound that emerged from my throat as his fingers grazed my clitoris.
No, Bella. You re going to be my good girl. But I want to make it clear to you in a special way that I do not tolerate disobedience. Not once, not ever. My mind began racing.
He is driving me insane. I can feel the muscles in my pussy tightening, the moisture ready to overflow. I am aware of people walking on either side of the alley, the noise from the traffic but I don t care I just want him inside me, inside . . . Smack!
Oh, my God! The sting, the delicious fire running down my legs and up my spine. I feel electricity all over, I am ready to come . . . Smack!
It burns this time and a light gasp escapes from my lips. God, how I want this man. I want him to fuck me right here in this alley in the financial district. God! How I want him!
Now, Isabella, are we going to have any more problems with back talk?
That s what I like to hear. He smiled sweetly.
My hands were still around my ankles as I awaited permission to stand upright. He took my chin in his hands and pulled me up so that I faced him, then he pulled me close and kissed me. It was one of those soft, slow, sensual kisses. I reached down to smooth my skirt and he covered my hand with his.
You want another spanking already? he said mischievously as he squatted in the dark alley and adjusted my skirt. I have a fault to admit to you, Bella. I am a horrible show off. As he spoke, he took a marking pen from his jacket. I love it when people envy my property. I keep everything I own in impeccable shape. You, Bella, are my property now. Then, with the pen, he began drawing a small, dark line on the top of my thigh. With my arms at my side, I could almost reach it with my fingertips. I never want to be seen with you in a skirt that covers this line that is, unless you ask permission first. Also, no pants. Your legs are far too nice for pants. He kissed the inside of my thigh and stood up. The exception being work, of course, and there you wear what you must I understand.
I filed his instructions in my head for future reference. What was first and foremost burning in my ears was the word property. An overwhelming flood of feelings rushed over me, and I grew lightheaded as I absorbed it. Is it so strange to feel a flushed sense of freedom by being enslaved?
Dinner: We went to a restaurant seemingly lit entirely by candles. The maitre d knew him by name. He led us to a quiet booth and Kyle sat next to me. His hands ran up and down my thighs as we enjoyed dinner. By the time dessert arrived, I had stopped raising my own wine glass. We shared a chocolate souffl , which Kyle lovingly fed to me. That was all nice, but the heat was building inside me. We both knew what we wanted. I didn t even taste the last bite of souffl . I tasted him instead. I tasted the warm, salty sweetness of his lips.
We got back into his car to head for his place. It was already determined that we were going there, even though he hadn t asked me if that was what I wanted. After closing the door for me, he climbed into the car and kissed me.
Turn around, Isabella.
I did what I was told and he placed a soft black blindfold over my eyes. I remembered this from O. I was learning.
Isn t that what all those new age gurus preach? That everything in life is a learning experience? All of the lessons I am learning tonight, under the blindfold. The music sounds richer. That the warmth from Kyle s hand on my thigh is such a comfort. Kyle s hands the Master s hands.
I smiled to myself as the car dipped. It had been a quick drive to his house and I had figured out exactly where we were the underground parking garage of a high rise apartment building near the downtown. Kyle opened the car door and helped me out, leading me across a concrete floor that echoed with the click clack of my heels. I heard him take out a key and unlock a door, leading me forward. I felt a jolt in my knees, heard the hum of electricity and felt the sensation of moving up many floors. I acclimated myself to my new surroundings, the sounds, the smells . . . I didn t even hear him.
You heard me, girl, I said take off your clothes. I want to see your body.
Yes, sir, I replied, as I fumbled with the pearly buttons on my blouse.
You belong to me now. You are as much mine as my job or my life. When you are here, you will wear only what I allow. If, after tonight, you decide that you can t handle it, I ll understand. But if you ever come back here, I better never find you dressed in anything that I haven t told you to wear. If you do, you will so sorry.
I slipped out of my skirt and unfastened the ankle straps of my shoes. I removed my stockings and felt the cold hardness of the tile under my feet. Before I had time to get used to it, the elevator doors opened. We were entering his place, I knew, and as I walked into the room, Kyle took off my blindfold.
The apartment was beautiful, with massive black leather furniture arranged comfortably. The art is almost as exciting as he is, I thought an eclectic mix of Chagall and Picasso prints and a surrealist piece I couldn t identify until he told me it was Pavel Tchelitchew s Hide and Seek. There were also a few small sculpture pieces on lit stands. I recalled having admired them in a local gallery. He walked across the soft gray carpeting, taking off his jacket and loosening his tie and then reclining on the deep black sofa. I cannot move, I thought. I am frozen in this spot.
Good girl, he almost growled. Now come on over here and let me take a look at you. I timidly walked over to him, small steps, eyes downcast, hands clasped together at my back the way I have practiced in my mirror. Will he be pleased? Is this how they do it, the women who want this?
I was keenly aware of my hair on my shoulders and back a tiny lock had managed to tumble over my shoulder and was caressing an erect nipple. I felt his eyes penetrating me, as if he was carefully evaluating the contraction of every muscle on my body. At last I stood right in front of him.
His hands glided over my hips, down my legs, across the backs of my knees, the little valleys on the outsides of my calves. Then they traced the same path upward, past my hips, the muscles in his hands tensing as they ran past the deep curve of my waist. He pressed me down to my knees as his strong, warm hands cupped my breasts. He rubbed my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I tilted my head back and moaned.
Undress me, Bella. I looked into his smoky gray blue eyes as I pulled off his tie and reached for the button on his collar. At the first sight of his flesh under that expensive cotton, my mouth reached out for it. His flesh was bronze, a summer tan barely starting to fade. I inhaled his rich cologne sprinkled with a touch of leather, so extraordinarily masculine and powerful. With each button undone, I was tasting, exploring and savoring him.
When I finished with the buttons I rose from my knees slightly to push the shirt the shirt from his shoulders, forcing my breasts into his face. He took my offering, kissing each one as he pushed them together, then he took the right nipple in his mouth, sucking ever so gently then harder, until he softly bit it. My breathing was raspy I could barely take in enough air to satisfy my need for oxygen. I was throbbing inside and I could feel his need nearly as strong as I felt my own. I pressed my palms into his back and felt his muscles contract. I eased myself back down to my knees.
Now finish, Bella.
I slipped his shoes and socks off. I caressed his feet and kissed them. I had always dreamed of this moment, and I was finally doing it. I ran my tongue from the heel of his left foot to his big toe and took it in my mouth, sucking gently then scraping the tip with my teeth before lifting my head and again looking at his face. His eyes were closed, his head leaning back on the soft leather sofa.
Oh, Kyle, I thought, I am going to learn all of your sensitive spots, too, I promise.
Reaching up, I fumbled with the belt buckle. The buttons at his waist were easier to manage. I looked into his eyes as I unzipped his pants. I slid my fingers under the waistband of his underwear and tugged the pants and briefs off at the same time. At last I saw him naked.
I was on the floor, at his feet, admiring his erect cock. It drew me like a magnet. I reached up to him. He grabbed my hair and pulled my face to him. His kiss was almost violent as he held me by my mouth, his other arm pulling my body closer. Gasping for breath, he released me.
Not here, Isabella, let s go into the bedroom.
I rose to my feet. No, my angel. I want you to crawl for me.
I stayed on all fours, afraid of how silly I must have looked. He had this grin on his face, an all knowing glow. I kept my eyes downcast, looking only at his feet.
I found it hard to hide my awe as I entered the bedroom. I knew that the carpeting under my hands and knees was the same as in the living room, but nothing could prepare me for the sturdy mahogany four poster bed in this room. It was absolutely breathtaking. Kyle enjoyed my expression as he lay on the bed, watching me crawl toward him like a large, exotic cat.
Pretty, Bella. My new pet. Come here. I have a present for you.
I smiled from eyes to pussy as I crawled to him. From his bedside table, he drew out a white leather collar, the kind they sell in pet stores to little old ladies who have a rhinestone fetish. It was narrow and the stones caught what little light there was in the room and reflected back in pink and lavender sparkles. I climbed into bed and took the small piece of leather in my hand. I looked it over it felt very heavy for its size. I don t think it was the collar exactly, but the symbolism that it contained.
Put it on, Bella. I hesitated for a moment. It was a second too long. From a small compartment in his bedside table he drew out a whip. The object itself was not that big perhaps six inches long. Several straps of leather that hung from the handle were a little longer and knotted at the ends.
I was hoping that I would not have to play lion tamer tonight. I think you need to know, Isabella, that when I give an order, it is not a request. I want that collar on now, and then I want you to lie on your stomach.
Quickly, I fastened the collar around my neck, then lay down on the bed, my head sinking into the pillows. I could faintly smell his cologne. He caressed me, his hands gliding over my skin just as they had in the alley.
Sweet little thing, I m going to tell you, promise you, that I will not really harm you. But of course, to get to the pleasure, there will be pain. Now, I understand completely if you must cry out, but if you scream or make too much noise, I am prepared to gag you. I know we have only known each other for a short time, sweetness, but you are very special to me. Very valuable. I will go easy on you since you have been so good so far and this is your first taste of the whip. Now, are you ready?
Yes, sir, I answered, not at all sure if I was. He bent down to kiss me and I kissed him back, caressing his face and hair with my hands, kissing him as I never kissed any man, kissing him as if begging for his mercy, as if begging for the pain that was to come.
As the lash came down over my backside, I jumped. It was different from being spanked. The knots in the leather dug in, and soon I could feel the welts rising like minute mountain ranges all over the landscape of my back, shoulders and bottom. The sting raced over my body as the blows came one after another. I experienced the burn, the pain, the utter helplessness of it all. But what I felt the most was relief the scratching of an itch that I had been unable to reach all of my adult life.
There were tears on my cheeks I hadn t realized I was crying. I didn t know if I was crying because of the pain or from joy, or from the shame of being so excited by it. Kyle had stopped, I realized, and was watching me, smiling tenderly. He put the whip away and took me in his arms.
Hush, Bella. It s okay. I m here.
But no apologies he was perfect: strong, caring, reassuring, but not sorry. He had just disciplined his slave. I was a consenting adult. I wanted this. He held me and rocked me, kissing me, comforting me as I tried to explain my feelings.
As he looked into my eyes, he stroked my face. My hands were at his chest, his dark hair peppered with gray in between my fingers, my head on his heart. I could hear it beating solidly. I looked up into his face and he kissed me full on the mouth.
Just then his weight shifted as he maneuvered his body heavily on top of mine. He was everything, everything I had ever sought out in a man: strong, warm and powerful.
What was that clich about power being the ultimate aphrodisiac? He knew this was the truth, especially with me. I felt him slip his warm cock between my legs, the silky skin grazing my inner thigh.
As he entered me, I came almost immediately, convulsing wildly. It had been building from the moment in the alley. I had never come so quickly in my life. I noticed the veins in his neck straining under his skin as he penetrated deeper. The light from his dresser surrounded him as if he wore the most perfect of halos. I was enthralled at the sight of this beautiful man on top of me, taking such pleasure from me.
The pressure building inside that I had never felt before was enough to send me over the edge again and again. I was screaming, making noises that I never knew I could make. I was crying out louder than I had under the whip.
He was crying out, too, and when he came, it was like an earthquake from deep inside him. His muscles pumped involuntarily, then an anguished look crossed his face for a second, then one of ecstasy. As he collapsed on top of me, his kisses smothering me, he murmured my name tenderly.
We drifted off to sleep. I think the tension of the night had thoroughly exhausted us, as had the great sexual release.
I awoke in the dark to hear his breathing. His warm body was wrapped around mine. In the moonlight I ventured out of bed to look at myself in the full length mirror on the closet door. The rhinestones glittered in the moonlight as I fingered the white leather collar. It seemed unreal that just a few hours before I hesitated to put it on. Now I never wanted to take it off.
I noticed the mark on my leg there seemed to be something special about it. It was a mark that he put on my body it was his mark. The welts were gone. I knew they had been there, but now they only existed in my memory. I almost wished that he would do it again.
Is something wrong, Isabella? I turned to look at him propped up on one arm, staring at me in the darkness.
Nothing s wrong. I m just amazed. I was sure
Ahh just searching for little souvenirs of your first night in the deep darkness of sadomasochism?
Something like that.
Come back to bed, Isabella.
I looked at the clock. It was three in the morning. I walked back to his massive black lair, his willing captive.
So, Isabella, are you sure you have never done anything like this before? His voice was irresistible. I snuggled down under the comforter and into his body. I didn t want to move.
No, sir. This is the first time. It s almost like losing my virginity all over again. Only I didn t come when that happened.
Then you liked it? You know, I want complete honesty.
I looked deep into his gray eyes and saw nothing but concern. I took his face in my hands and kissed his upper lip, flicking my tongue lightly on the inside.
Kyle, do you know how long I ve waited for a man like you? I didn t think they existed. I can honestly tell you that I have never experienced pleasure like I have tonight.
I feel relief whenever I think how he took me in his arms and held me tightly against him. He cradled me, caressing my face gently. I reached out for him, pulling him closer, feeling his kiss burn through me again. I reached down between his legs. He was getting hard under my touch. I swam under the covers, letting my lips trace a path as if they were dividing him in half. He brushed away the blankets so he could watch me. I found what I craved and licked the few drops of moisture that were on the tip of his cock, then ran my tongue down his long, strong shaft, kissing, pulling the skin away from the muscle with my lips ever so gently. I licked his balls, the wiry hairs tickling my cheeks as I explored. As my tongue lightly circled his tight little hole I felt him tense, but for just a second I was able to dive my tongue in as deep as it would go.
Good God, Bella, I heard him moan, his hand clawing at my hair. Gently I kissed it and moved back to his cock. The head was so big, smooth and rounded, inviting me like a large purple mushroom. I licked the rim under the head before taking the entire length of his shaft into my mouth. I love giving head, perhaps even more than I like to receive it. I ran my tongue from the very edge of his cockhead to as far down the glans as it would go, gently sucking. Kyle s face was sublime, his back arched forward, forcing his cock further down my throat. I savored the expression on his face, and he opened his eyes and smiled at me. I pushed then pulled on his cock, sucking and sucking until I felt it he was ready to come. God how I loved that moment! The taste, the pungent, earthy flavor of Kyle s orgasm spilling into my mouth, down my throat. I savored the last drops and let go. My master took me by the armpits and pulled me back up to him. I felt his tongue in my mouth. This was a good sign. I once had a lover who would make me gargle after he came in my mouth. But I was here in Kyle s arms, his bed, and we were sharing the taste of his come, like some special lovers cognac.
He was up on one arm now, looking at me in the moonlight, no longer needing reassurances that I wasn t scared. Again he reached over to his bedside table, this time retrieving a length of leather about a yard and a half long, with rings on both ends. He wrapped it once around one of the posts on the bed and then drew out a pair of leather wrist cuffs. I held out my hands to him so he could put them on me. They were soft, a dark tan color, a bit richer than honey. He slipped a padlock into the hasps, then secured them to the leather strap around the bedpost. He saw the look in my eyes.
Such a pout, Bella?
I won t be able to touch you for the rest of the night, sir.
He smiled and stroked my face. There will be plenty of time for touching when I release you. He kissed me softly and wrapped his arms around me. I drifted in and out of sleep, sometimes stretching in the embrace of the shackles. He was still there, his arms wrapped around me, his promise ringing in my ears.
When I awoke, he stood at the side of the bed, fully dressed, morning paper under his arm and holding a breakfast tray filled with small pastries and a cup of coffee. He placed the tray next to me and sat down on the bed.
Ever since I was a little girl, the first thing I did every morning was pick up the paper and read my horoscope.
He opened the newspaper and read: Be careful. What may seem like a harmless indulgence can become a powerful addiction.
What does yours say?
Scorpio s power is surging today. It is a good day for new conquests. You are sure to get everything you want from any endeavor.
How appropriate that he s a Scorpio, I thought. The most sensual sign of the zodiac. It is one of the most powerful and dominant signs. What did mine say? Be careful? Too late now. The poison from his sting is already rushing through my bloodstream, I can t imagine ever recovering fully from my Scorpio s kiss. I tugged at the leather strap and looked up at him. I wanted him again, already. He bent down and kissed me.
So, Bella, how soon can you move in? I don t want my slave too far away.
Yes, it s definitely too late.