Tasting Pleasure

by Marie Haynes

  4. The companion will address Mr. Devonshire as ‘Mr. Devonshire’, ‘Sir’ or by some other respectful title. The companion will never address Mr. Devonshire in the familiar. To do so will result in a consequence of his choosing.

  5. The companion will perform any task Mr. Devonshire requests to the best of her ability immediately and without complaint.

  6. The companion will welcome any corrections Mr. Devonshire chooses to offer.

  7. The companion will learn to anticipate Mr. Devonshire’s needs.

  8. The companion will never question Mr. Devonshire’s motives or commands. However, if the companion needs clarification, she will respectfully ask for further instruction. The companion will always be honest. Lying is deemed a very serious misdeed and will result in an immediate and severe consequence.

  9. The companion will always place Mr. Devonshire’s needs, preferences and commands before her own.

  10. The companion will conduct herself in a submissive, subservient manner at all times while in Mr. Devonshire’s presence or in the presence of anyone he chooses to give her to. Should Mr. Devonshire choose to use this companion as a gift, the companion will view the recipient in the same light as she does Mr. Devonshire, thereby agreeing to follow all of the above mentioned rules.”

  Not for the first time, Alicia wondered at the wisdom of having signed this agreement. She knew perfectly well that such a document was not legally binding, but somehow it felt like it was. She wasn’t sure what surprised her the most—actually signing this paper or the relief and excitement she felt every time she looked at it.

  She smiled, remembering that her favourite movies had always portrayed strong men and their loving, submissive women. When she was young, she loved watching the re-runs of the 1950s sitcoms where the stay-at-home wife catered to her husband’s needs. As a new wife, she had tried to meet Jeffrey’s needs, but had felt like a total failure. Once she had even purchased a book written by a submissive wife, secretly wanting a man to both love and dominate her too.

  Well, Alicia, she silently told herself, now’s your chance to explore the life you’ve always wondered about. Don’t chicken out now.

  Finally, Maverick walked into the den. She had waited for over an hour. She looked up at him, noting that not once did he so much as glance at her signature on the document. He simply stared directly into her eyes. Alicia rose to her feet and placed the signed paper into his outstretched hand.

  “Even though it is not stated here, I want you to understand that this commitment is, indeed, completely separate from your employment as a chef. Do not jeopardise your career. Any commitments you have to your business will supersede my commands. All you need do is inform me of the conflict and I will excuse you from companionship services,” Maverick stated.

  “Thank you for that,” Alicia said. She had worried about that very thing but was willing to adjust her schedule to meet Maverick’s desires. His consideration and appreciation for her professional requirements warmed her heart. Jeffery had simply scoffed at her dreams of owning her own business.

  “Actually, if you would ever like any business advice, you are, of course, free to go to whomever you would like. But know that I have run a successful business for over twenty years. In addition to our private companionship, you should feel free to speak with me on a professional level. Truly, I would be honoured to help you with your career.” Maverick smiled as he said this, adding true sincerity to his words.

  “Again, thank you, I might very well take you up on that offer. I sometimes have difficulty understanding the finances of my business,” Alicia said.

  “Now,” Maverick began, his eyes becoming a bit darker, “let’s see just how serious you are about your companionship duties.”

  Alicia jumped a bit when, without preamble, Maverick reached beneath her skirt and grabbed her naked arse.

  “Good. You’ve left the knickers at home.” He nodded in approval.

  “I thought you might…” Alicia began.

  She jumped as Maverick’s hand smacked her arse.

  “Oh!” she squealed.

  “That was not a question, my dear. No answer was required. That was also just a bit of a ‘love tap’—a gentle indication of a more substantial consequence,” Maverick explained.

  Alicia opened her mouth to respond but then thought better of it. Instead, she simply nodded. If that was a ’gentle love tap‘, she would certainly be more conscious of possible ‘consequences‘ to her actions. Despite the slight stinging of her arse, Alicia was amazed to notice the quickening of her heart and the softening of her pussy. Only her father had ever spanked her—and that had been when she was ten and prone to back-talking. That one spanking had cured her of sassing, but she had never imagined that a spanking could elicit excitement. Her eyes widened in wonder at this new sensation.

  “Good.” Maverick voiced his approval when she nodded rather than verbally responded. “Nonetheless, perhaps a demonstration of a ‘consequence’ would be in order. That way, you will know what to expect. Following that, I believe a demonstration of a ‘reward’ would also be in order. You would enjoy that, would you not?” Maverick whispered as he pulled Alicia’s head back to rest on his chest.

  “Yes,” Alicia whispered back.

  “Yes?” he sternly questioned.

  “Yes, sir,” she corrected.

  Alicia felt a sense of loss as Maverick stepped away from her.

  “Follow me,” Maverick said.

  Alicia fell into step behind him, following him up to the second floor. As she climbed the stairs, she hesitated, entranced by the black and white photographs lining the walls. All the models were nude—both male and female. She was mesmerised by one particular photograph. As she continued to study it, she realised she was looking at a close-up view of a woman’s vagina—glossy with moisture, completely devoid of hair, slightly parted so the pussy opening appeared like a warm, welcoming tunnel. Suddenly she realised she had lagged behind Maverick and he was waiting for her at the top of the stairs. Shame rose to her face as she hurried to catch up with him.

  Maverick marched at a crisp pace down a short hallway and unlocked a door.

  “Come in,” he said with a slight bow as he held the door open for her.

  Once inside, Alicia’s eyes widened as she gazed about her. The room was large with a very high ceiling. It was wallpapered in a beautiful Victorian pattern. Heavy, burgundy curtains hung over the narrow windows. Against one wall was a large, king-sized bed, beautifully made up with pillows, matching shams, bed skirt and quilts. In the centre of the room stood a floor-to-ceiling pole—similar to a fireman’s pole. Attached to this were two sets of carabineers, one set close to the ground and the other about 6 feet high. Briefly, Alicia wondered about their purpose, but her eyes quickly focused on the back wall.

  Here there could be no mistaking the purpose of the apparatus. Attached to the wall hung a circular device. Its mounting was in the middle of the circle, allowing for it to spin. A large wooden X was attached to the circle with bindings at each end. Alicia stood in shock—not only at the barbarity of the device but also at the assortment of whips, paddles and canes also hanging from the wall.

  As she turned, she also saw what appeared to be a work-out ’horse‘, a locked cabinet, a large bathtub and sink, a cosy table flanked by two padded wing chairs, a thick area rug, a bookcase filled with volumes and a small wet bar, all placed tastefully about the room.

  Finally she met Maverick’s eyes. His look almost defied her to turn tail and run, but she set her jaw, cocked her head briefly and lowered her eyes, accepting whatever he planned for her. While her initial response to the room had indeed been pure terror and disbelief, she also could not deny the gathering wetness in her pussy or the flutter of excitement in her heart.

  “Excellent,” Maverick said. “Sometimes the shock of seeing the ‘playroom’ so frightens a new companion that he or she nullifies the agreement. I was right about you, Alicia,” he said as he ran
a hand down her arm. “You will make an exceptional companion—once you’ve been trained.”

  Alicia smiled. She wanted to please this man.

  “Come,” he said as he led her to the horse. “Remove your clothing—all of it except for the shoes.”

  Alicia did as directed, dropping the skirt and top onto the floor.

  “Greet me,” he said.

  Alicia looked at him in confusion.

  “Teach me, sir?” she asked.

  “Excellent response. Kneel before me, unhook my belt, lower my trousers and boxers.”

  Alicia did as directed, her hands shaking.

  “You will take me into your mouth, suck until I’m hard. Wrap your hands around my balls and massage them while keeping suction and pressure on my cock. You will continue, never letting your mouth leave me until I direct you otherwise. We’ll try again. Greet me,” he said.

  Alicia glanced up at him once then did as he directed. When his cock entered her mouth, she moaned with pleasure. Giving head was the one sexual activity that Jeffrey truly enjoyed. She would go down on him and suck for thirty minutes before her jaw began to ache. Maverick, though, was much larger than Jeffrey had been, and Alicia began to gag slightly as he pushed her head against him, forcing himself deeper into her throat. She involuntarily pulled back, her mouth leaving his rod for a moment.

  “Now, now, remember the directions,” Maverick scolded.

  Alicia contritely licked the length of his penis—all seven inches—then plunged her mouth over the tip, savouring the taste of him. Despite her expertise, within a few minutes her knees began to ache and her jaw muscles began to clench. Maverick grabbed a handful of her hair, which she had left unbound, and pulled her away.

  “Good. You will perform this task—without mistake or hesitation—each time I instruct you to bestow a greeting.”

  Alicia nodded her understanding.

  “Undress me,” Maverick commanded as he released her hair.

  Alicia quickly completed this task, untying and removing one shoe at a time, then his socks, then slipping off his trousers and boxers. As she removed each article of clothing, she neatly folded it and laid it in a pile. Next, she stood, unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it from his shoulders. Unable to resist, Alicia ran her hand over Maverick’s chest, sighing in appreciation of the muscles beneath the dark, curling hair.

  Maverick grabbed her hands. “I told you to undress me—not to touch me. You are gathering quite a list of mistakes to atone for, my dear. It is time we begin. Go to the St. Andrew’s cross. Stand facing it. Raise your arms and spread your legs so I can bind you to it.”

  Alicia’s head snapped up to meet his eyes. Oh God! Could she do this? But even as she asked herself this question, her feet followed Maverick’s instructions. She began to tremble as Maverick closed the bindings around her wrists and ankles. Already she felt tears gather in her eyes, and fear overtook desire.

  “This device is named in honour of Andrew, Patron saint of Scotland. Did you know that?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir, I did,” she quietly answered.

  “And did you know how this cross was used?”

  “No, sir, I don’t.”

  “Quite an interesting story, really. No one knows for sure if it is legend or fact. At this point, it doesn’t really matter. By the time Andrew made it to Scotland and had pissed off enough people, he was quite elderly. His executioners did not want to deprive the people of the spectacle of a long death, so to prolong his agony, they turned the traditional cross on its side. The effect is the same, but the poor victim takes much longer to die,” he expounded as he tightened the straps around her wrists.

  “The Romans often used the St. Andrew’s cross to crucify unruly soldiers.” The ankle straps tightened.

  “Of course, they would hang for days without reprieve,” he continued as Alicia began to tremble.

  “You will certainly not be subjected to such barbaric treatment,” he assured her, gently kissing the back of her neck. “You will, however, learn of consequences. You will learn that I notice even very small mistakes—hesitations, stumbles, everything.” He stroked her hair as he spoke soothingly to her.

  Alicia could feel desire rising as Maverick spoke these frightening words in such a smooth, sultry voice.

  He gathered her hair in one hand and draped it over a shoulder. “I will not go easy on you just because this is your initiation. I will expect you to accept everything tonight. You have the right to say ‘enough’, but should you do so on this, your first night with me, I will know you are not serious about our relationship and release you. After this night, however, you will be free to use your safe word without fear of nullifying our agreement.” He ran a hand down her back, cupping her arse. “Do you accept this?”

  “Yes,” she said.

  Maverick’s hand fell hard against her arse. Alicia jumped and cried out at the stinging slap.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, sir,” she answered.

  “Better. So you understand, I will tell you what is going to happen to you before I engage. In the future, this may or may not occur. First, know that I rarely use my hand to discipline when you are bound. Generally I prefer to place you over my knee whenever I hand spank you.”

  Alicia nodded, too frightened to speak. She couldn’t decide if knowing what was going to happen was better than just being surprised. Maverick’s deep voice held her hypnotised. Still, the more he explained, the more frightened and excited she became.

  “Tell me, Alicia. When you glanced about this room, what device frightened you the most?” he asked.

  Alicia thought a moment. “The cane,” she answered. “Sir!” she quickly added.

  Maverick laughed quietly. “In that case, we shall begin with that.”

  Alicia stiffened as she heard him walk to the wall where the instruments hung. She tried to turn her head to see, but could not. She bit her lip, praying for endurance, as her entire body trembled with fear. Unexpectedly, she heard a swish and felt a stinging blow to her left cheek. She screamed and struggled against her bindings as the pain ripped through her. Before that scream had ended, another began as Maverick continued to cane her arse, leaving three red welts on each cheek. Alicia leant her forehead against the wall and cried when the last stripe was added.

  “I like symmetry,” he whispered. “Whatever I deliver to one side, I will deliver to the other. Luckily, I am talented and experienced enough to administer your stripes with precision. You should be grateful.”

  “I am, Mr. Devonshire. Thank you,” Alicia heard herself saying. Despite the blinding pain, Alicia knew her pussy now dripped with wetness. She could not remember having ever been so excited. If Maverick wanted symmetry, so be it. If he wanted her arse to bleed, so be it. The thought of her body pleasing him consumed Alicia’s mind.

  I will endure. I will obey. I am strong, she silently repeated until the words became a mantra.

  “Now we’ll move on to leather. Your arse is marked with three lovely red lines on each cheek which will, over the course of the next few hours, develop a deliciously rich hue. They will be tender for several days, but should not cause you undue pain. If, however, you develop bruising, you will tell me. I have no desire to harm you, and each person’s skin reacts differently to the cane. I need to know if my hand has been too heavy so I can adjust for you. Do you understand?” he asked.

  “Yes, Mr. Devonshire, I understand,” she answered.

  “Still, I find that a lighter red compliments the darker lines.” He ran his hand gently over the raised stripes.

  “I will administer an equal number of swats to each cheek of your posterior until I achieve the best colour complement, no matter how many swats it takes. To do this, I will use a leather covered oval paddle. Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Mr. Devonshire, I’m ready,” Alicia answered as she braced herself. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what Maverick must be seeing—a narrow waist, round, taut cheeks now marked with
bright red welts. Despite, or perhaps because of, the stinging pain, Alicia’s heart pumped with excitement.

  She jumped as the paddle landed repeatedly on her already hurting arse. She kept count in her head for awhile but ceased all thinking after twenty swats first to one cheek, then the other. She dropped her head, softly crying, but accepting each stroke. Not once did she squirm to avoid a blow. As tightly as she was bound, she could move very little anyway, but she so wanted to prove herself to this man!

  I will obey. I am strong, she ordered herself.

  Finally the paddle stopped. Alicia, breathing heavily, could hardly believe the wetness between her thighs. She had never experienced this level of excitement.

  “Lovely. Your bottom will be hot and tender all evening and perhaps even into the morning hours. I don’t believe, though, that you will have any long lasting markings from the paddle this time, but if you do, you will inform me,” Maverick said as he unbound her from the circle and led her to the horse. Alicia, pushed beyond all rational thought, mutely followed her master. When he pressed her across the horse and instructed her to grasp the legs, she did so instinctively.

  “Spread your legs a bit more,” Maverick directed.

  Bent over the horse, Alicia could see both her and Maverick’s legs. He stood just behind her, massaging her smarting arse. She closed her eyes in pleasure, soothed by his strong hands stroking her sensitive flesh. She jumped slightly as she felt something cold enter her anus.

  “Yes, I know your poor pussy is probably crying out for a bit of company by now, but it will be disappointed tonight. Tonight I am going to fuck only your arse,” Maverick said as he worked in more of the lubricant.

  Alicia shook her head in protest, but said nothing.

  “By the time I finish, your arsehole as well as your arse will be sore and tender. You will feel the effects of this first training for days.” He reached beneath the horse and firmly tweaked her hardened nipples.

  “Still, you will want me again and again. You will beg me to use your body just for the pleasure of pleasing me. You will kneel before me, offering me your bum, your pussy, your breasts, your anus. You will offer me everything.” He pressed his penis against her anus. “You will do anything, accept anything, if only I will relieve the loneliness, the desperation living inside your poor, neglected pussy,” he whispered into her ear.