But why?
As we walked into the room, he turned to shut the door. I took a few tentative steps hearing my high heels click against the hardwood floor. Something was different about this room.
Before I could wonder any longer, Ash whipped the blindfold from my eyes. The silken fabric fell away from my face.
My eyes quickly adjusted to the dimly lit room. The walls were covered in a red silk damask. Small lanterns decorated the walls giving it an almost medieval feel. The furniture was sparse. There was a hard backed chair and several medieval looking devices.
What the hell was going on?
“I know what you’re thinking, Ronnie. I’ve gone mad, haven’t I? You see, I’ve been waiting for a long time to meet a woman like you. A woman I can really be myself with. I believe you are the woman for me.” Ash handed me the blue box he’d given me earlier.
I just knew it wasn’t a ring.
I slipped the white ribbon from the satin box. Within it was another small velvet box. Shaking, my fingers pried open the box.
Inside was a lovely white gold chain holding an antique rose gold heart shaped locket.
“Ash, it’s beautiful!” I whispered.
“Look at the inscription.”
I turned it over to read the simple word.
“Mine.”
Stunned, I didn’t know what to say. What did it mean? Ash had never professed his love for me although I knew he wanted to be with me. By calling me ‘his’, what did that imply?
“Ash, I don’t know what to say.”
Chuckling, he took the locket from me and placed it around my neck. The locket fell between my full breasts.
“There. It’s exquisite on you.”
I gazed around the room. There were several whips of varying lengths hanging from the wall. There were leather wrist and ankle restraints.
“Ash, what does this mean?”
He ran his hands through his thick dark hair. He remained silent as he quickly removed his shirt taking care to place it on a hanger.
“What do you think it means? I want you to be mine.”
Your what?
“I am yours, Ash. I’m your girlfriend.”
He shook his head slowly.
“No, Ronnie, my submissive.”
I blinked my eyes several times. I couldn’t believe I’d heard him correctly.
“Submissive? What does that mean?”
Ash took my hand and led me to a red velvet settee.
“Ronnie, I’ve had a longing inside of me for many years. Oh, I’ve experimented with different sexual practices and played slap and tickle with several women, but ever since we met I knew that what I wanted could no longer be sated with mere play. I wanted a woman who would submit only to me and who would recognize me as her dominant.”
I shook my head. I could hardly believe what I was hearing. Ash had spanked me several times and withheld pleasure on occasion, but I had no idea he was into this.
But looking into his eyes hearing him speak so passionately…
It excited me like nothing else ever had.
As he walked over to a shelf, he picked up a riding crop and slapped it against his thigh.
“So, will you, Ronnie?”
“Will I what?”
“Be mine.”
Looking at the floor, I watched as my red high heel shoe dangled from my foot.
I nodded slowly.
Ash laughed again as he knelt down in front of me placing the riding crop on the floor.
“You really don’t know what I’m talking about do you, Ronnie?”
I swallowed hard. I’d never expected something like this.
“No, Ash, I don’t.”
“Look, Ronnie, I’m not asking you to sign some ridiculous contract. I don’t believe that a sexual, personal relationship should be made so sterile and impersonal. I just require certain things from my submissive.”
I bit my lip staring into his beautiful eyes which were blazing with desire.
“Like what?”
Ash stood up and pivoted on his heel. He picked up the riding crop again swinging it in the air as he spoke.
“In the bedroom, in particular, you are to do as I command. If I bind your ankles and wrists, you comply. If I spank you with my crop or flogger, you beg for more. And most importantly, you don’t come until I say you may.”
That didn’t sound bad at all. In fact, it sounded quite fun.
“I can do that.”
“I know you can. But it goes beyond the bedroom. My desires for submission from you extends to our lives on the outside as well.”
I narrowed my eyes. Was he really that controlling?
“Now, now, I know what you’re thinking, ‘He’s just some control freak. The sub part is just to keep me in line.’ But that’s not it.”
“Then what exactly do you mean, Ash?”
“It’s like this, Ronnie. That dress you’re wearing. It meets my standards. It’s fine you wore that this evening. But perhaps I wish for you to wear blue every Monday, red on Tuesdays, and black on Wednesdays. You get the picture.”
“Why, Ash?”
“It’s more than that, Ronnie. If I’ve instructed you to go to class and cross your legs a certain way, you do. If I tell you to leave your panties off, you do. If I tell you to go braless, you do.”
I sat stunned without words. What was he getting at? And why the hell was his deep commanding voice making me so wet?
“Ash, I adore you. You know that. But how does this play into our relationship?”
He swatted the back of the chair with his crop.
“It is our relationship if you accept. I’m not going to get ridiculous, Ronnie. I’m not going to try to govern every inch of your life. I don’t care how many cups of coffee you drink. I just give you guidelines, that’s all. Put it this way--I’m more interested in your sexual submission than anything. However, I’ve outlined what color I’d like you to wear every day, and whether or not I want you to wear panties, and what type of panties.”
He handed me a typewritten list. I stared reading with my mouth open.
Monday: Red. No panties but wear a bra any color.
Tuesday: Blue. Wear a thong of any color but no bra.
Wednesday: Green. Wear Brazilian cut panties lacy black. Wear a black lacy bra to match.
Thursday: Black. No panties no bra.
Friday: Pink. Wear tight bikini panties in any color. No bra but a lacy tight camisole beneath.
Saturday: Red or black my choice. No panties. Bra is optional depending on the night.
Sunday: Blue or green your choice. Panties your choice. Bra your choice.
The preferences in this list will change at any time at my discretion not yours. When you get to class in the morning, I will let you know if I want you to cross or uncross your legs. Whatever instructions I give you are to be followed to the letter. In terms of your eating habits, I have no real wishes except that what you eat should maintain your beautiful figure. I would like to see you work out at least three times a week for an hour. Your choice as to the activity. Regarding your shoes, I always want to see you in high heels, unless otherwise directed. I generally expect your outfits to be a dress or blouse and skirt. Jeans are fine for the weekend with my approval. High heeled boots are also acceptable.
The paper fluttered from my hand. Was he serious?
“Ash, I’m stunned.”
He folded his arms across his chest.
“It’s a lot to take in. Look, the clothing rules…they’re just a test. I need to see how well you can obey.”
“Ash, this seems--”
“--extreme? Yes, it is.” He laid down the crop and took my hand.
“Ronnie, you turn me on like no woman ever has. I want this to work.” He pulled me close to him his lips brushing my neck sending shivers down my spine.
I sighed deeply.
I could do this. I wanted to do this.
“Ash, I would love to be your sub. Jus
t tell me what you want.” My hands roamed his muscular chest.
He smiled and took my hands.
“Of course, we have to have limits. I will never ask you to do something that will permanently harm you. I will never ask for any wet play other than come. I will never attempt to asphyxiate you in any way.”
I hesitated.
“Ash, you know how I was brought up. I came from a devout Catholic family. I was never allowed to even think about sex which, of course, made me want to all the time. Things happened to me when I was seventeen…something very bad.”
Ash placed his finger to my lips.
“Ronnie, I do want to hear all about it. But now isn’t the time. Let’s discuss our arrangement now.”
I was still a bit confused. Wasn’t all this dom/sub stuff for ‘extreme’ people? Ordinary people didn’t do these kinds of things, did they?
Looking into Ash’s eyes and watching him swing the riding crop through the air something stirred within me. I wanted this. I longed to feel that crop biting into my flesh, for him to stand over me commanding me, pushing me to my limits and forcing me to bend to his will.
This was what I wanted, too.
I reached for his hand. I pulled him to me.
“Ash, I never thought about this until now. When you’ve spanked me before it stirred something inside me, something primal that I’d kept dormant all my life. I want this.”
He smiled and placed his hands on my shoulders.
“Excellent. Now we should discuss hard limits. What won’t you do? I have my own limits, but what are yours?”
I thought carefully. I agreed with the limits he’d set earlier. But there was one thing I just did not want to do.
“No anal fisting.” The words fell from my mouth before I could stop them.
Ash’s lips curled upward, his eyes twinkled with merriment.
“That’s it? I can handle that. What about a safe word? I think you should choose something that you wouldn’t normally say.”
“Like make up a word?”
He nodded.
“Like snufflefuck?”
Ash roared with laughter.
“No, a real word you wouldn’t normally say during sex.”
“I wouldn’t say snufflefuck during sex.”
Ash moved away from me and began pacing his black dress shoes clicking against the hardwood floor.
“What about banana? Or blue jay?”
I giggled.
“I would say those words. I happen to adore eating banana splits while watching the blue jay outside my window.”
Ash shook his head.
“Ronnie, you get the idea! Now what do you want your safe word to be?”
I tried to stop laughing, but I sensed his seriousness. I looked around the windowless room.
“Lucky.”
The room remained still and quiet. Ash had stopped pacing.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because that’s how I feel every time I look at you.”
He smiled and walked over to me. He pulled me up to capture me in his arms.
“Luck has nothing to do with it. This is something far more than luck. It’s….”
Holding my breath, I waited for him to say it. The words I’d longed for him to say.
“It’s everything.”
Chapter Three
Slipping the leather restraints around my wrists, he pulled my hands behind my back. My pussy was dripping wet as I waited to see what he did next.
Ash then unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. As the silk fell from my body, I felt the cool air hit me. Quickly, he picked up my gown and laid it neatly across the velvet settee. Then he slid my lacy bra off. I was standing bound by the wrists completely nude before him save my high heels.
“You’re so beautiful, Ronnie,” he whispered. “Thank you for trusting me enough to do this.”
His eyes lit with desire he kissed me gently before leading me over to a leather bound padded bench. It resembled a vault used for gymnastics. I’d done gymnastics at school for many years as a young girl. I wondered what Sister Bridget with her pinched face would think if she saw me now.
The thought caused me to giggle making Ash glare at me.
“This isn’t a joke, Ronnie.”
I stifled my laughter as he bent me over the bench. My breasts pressed against the cold leather. He pulled my hands taut behind my back. My ass was thrust into the air and he left my heels on.
I heard him walk away and remove something from the wall. I tried to turn around to look. The anticipation was driving me wild.
“Ah, ah, Ronnie. No peeking.” With that, he slipped a soft blindfold around my face. All went dark.
I stood bent over the bench waiting. My legs began to tremble with excitement. My pussy ached with need. I could feel him standing behind me. I heard his heavy breathing. His cock must be rock hard. I imagined I must’ve looked quite enticing to him bent over my pussy and ass in the air my hands bound behind me.
Suddenly, a leather strap swatted against my ass. The fiery sting erupted across my body as the strap bit my flesh. Electrified, I nearly leapt off the bench.
“Stay still, Ronnie, or I’m going to have to bind your ankles too.”
Soon, the stinging pain turned to immense pleasure. Again and again the leather slapped against my ass. Each time my pussy got wetter and wetter. My legs quivered as I longed for him to press a finger inside me.
Ash tossed the whip down as he ran his hands lightly over my sore ass. With a finger he traced each mark he’d made. I knew they weren’t serious wounds just angry red marks as he brought his lips to them.
Finally, he ran his finger down my wet slit.
“You’re so wet, Ronnie. Did you like it?” he whispered, his face next to my pussy.
“Yes, oh yes,” I rasped my breath still coming hard and fast.
“Good,” he murmured as he pushed my legs further apart. Ash began rubbing my aching, swollen clit nearly bringing me to instant orgasm.
“Stop! You will only come when I say.”
Immediately, Ash removed his hand.
Involuntarily, I leaned back trying to capture his touch again, but he stood back.
“Your reward is coming. If you please me, I will please you. Allow me to do as I wish. I will let you know when or if you may come.”
Swack! His whip made contact with my flesh again. I succumbed to his desires and allowed him to do what he wanted. It was going to be hard not to come though.
Again, Ash applied his whip. With every stroke, I felt him embedded inside me, his soul reaching out to me and making us one. It was the strangest, most erotic feeling I’d ever experienced. Reaching my hands toward the floor, I attempted to concentrate on the experience of being whipped and bound. I focused all my energies to being in that moment with him.
Again, when he was finished, Ash tenderly kissed my sore flesh. He knelt down to caress my ass kneading each cheek in his hands. Suddenly, he spread me open and plunged his face between my legs. My pussy clenched as his tongue lightly explored me gently flicking my clit. I stuck my arms straight out clasping my bound hands together as I moaned.
“Not yet, Ronnie,” he instructed, as he continued swirling his tongue over my already soaking wet pussy.
I tightened my legs trying desperately not to climax. Incredible ripples of pleasure swirled over me as I leaned back slightly onto his tongue. Slowly, I felt my core dissolve as he continued licking me.
Before I knew it, Ash stood up and I heard him unzip his pants. Immediately, his hard cock was thrust deep inside me. He was bigger than I’d ever felt him before filling me up until I thought I would burst. Sliding in and out of my wet pussy he gripped my slim hips pulling me back on him. I could feel my orgasm threaten to overtake me. Soft moans began to escape my lips.
“Ash, I’m going to come.” I groaned as he continued to bounce me back and forth on his cock.
“Not yet, Ronnie. Control it. Don’t let yourself
go yet.” Ash kept fucking me harder and harder. His balls slapped against my clit.
“Ash, I can’t.” I murmured, biting my lip, desperately willing myself not to come, but the familiar pulsations were starting deep inside me.
“Control it! Don’t come, Ronnie,” Ash’s voice commanded as he held tight to my hips never stopping for an instant.
Biting my lips as hard as I could I tasted a hint of blood. I straightened my arms out tightly gripping my hands together.
I will not come. I will not come. I kept repeating the phrase over and over again.
“Please, Ash,” I whispered. The desire to climax was so strong my legs were trembling all over.
Just when I thought I couldn’t hold back any longer, I felt his cock swell within me. He began jerking as he commanded me.
“Come. Come now.”
Finally! The floodgates opened within me and my orgasm pounded forth like waves crashing against the shore line. My pussy pulsated hard with the strongest orgasm of my life. I contracted hard around his cock squeezing it tightly. Ash groaned as he kept his hands on my hips literally holding me up as I collapsed against him.
Quivering all over, he held me as he pulled out of me. I couldn’t stand up; my legs had turned to jelly. Ash wrapped his arms about me flipping me over on the bench. He reached down to pull me up by the restraints.
“That was amazing, wasn’t it?”
I couldn’t answer. I was still seeing stars. Gingerly, he removed the leather cuffs and swept me up in his arms carrying me to the velvet settee.
Seeing how red my wrists were he rubbed them softly.
“Are you okay, Ronnie?”
Focusing my gaze on him, I smiled.
“I’m more than okay, Ash. I’ve never felt better in my life.”
Following Ash’s instructions to the letter, I began Monday morning wearing a red dress with a black bra, and of course, no panties. Hearing a familiar vibrating noise in my purse, I picked up my phone. It was Ash.
Take a seat in the front row.
Puzzled by his request, but knowing my place I complied.
I will.
I walked into the crowded auditorium style classroom and took a seat in the front row as requested.
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