The sensations were incredible. She was in the cowgirl, sitting astride him while he was lying back on the pillows. She had tried the position before but this time it was very different. With her body held in its rope cage and her arms pinned to her side her balance was far more precarious. He reached out to steady her but as she lifted herself up and down on his solid cock she got the sensation that she was somehow pinned open onto him and that she was relying on the firmness of his prick for balance. Each thrust seemed deeper than the other and the waves of sensual pleasure soon started to rise up through her inner muscles. Time blurred; she became aware only of the ecstasy building in her very core then they both came in an explosion of shudders and groans.
A new stage in her life had begun and it felt like it was fulfilling something that had been missing. She loved her friends and her family. She was attractive and healthy. She had a good, if slightly dull job, and a very kind and sensitive lover. She needed this next leap. Some of the people she knew might consider it wild and perverted but she knew differently. Just ten minutes on the internet could confirm that there were not thousands but actually millions of women like her all over the globe. They were loving their playtime together and they were both committed to exploring their desires as fully as they could. This was going to lead to a wild experiment that would change her world forever.
Chapter Five
The Tall Dark Handsome Stranger
They were in a pattern. She was enjoying her work and a light and relatively stress-free social life during the week whilst at the same time the part of her mind which contained the fantasies and sexual desires was always looking forward to their long bondage sessions at the weekend. He applied his imagination too and between them they managed to spend many hours acting out intense scenes and role plays with all their toys.
The BDSM culture was full of levels though and by studying the blogs, stories and websites of other couples it soon became clear that there was an order of stages to move through. The first and most obvious next step was for her to learn a system of submissive postures and when they’d both agreed that this would be a turn on her lover began to instruct her.
The training was no different from the behavioural conditioning needed to domesticate a dog and David began by teaching the punishment position. When he felt she deserved spanking he would look at her sternly and command that she go to the corner of the room in the punishment pose. This meant lifting her skirt or pulling down any clothing she was wearing so that her backside was exposed and then leaning over with her hands on her knees.
The second conditioned response they called preparation. When he was finishing his dinner he would sometimes command her to prepare the ropes and toys and she would rush to the bedroom to lay out all the instruments. It was part of the role of a slave to get ready for their own punishment and to tidy up afterwards. She secretly enjoyed both; loving the tickly hot throbbing sensation that grew in her crotch as she laid out a range of cords, vibrators and whips that might all be used on her body that same night.
The positions training quickly became more advanced. As well as being bent over for spanking David also taught her how to sit on her haunches at his feet with her head bowed, her legs open and her hands placed palm upwards on her thighs. It was a classic physical statement of acquiescence and she enjoyed sitting in it even though occasionally he would leave her for almost an hour in the lonely meditative posture. This was part of a slave’s life. She knew that submissives didn’t always get attention. Sometimes they were reduced to the position of an object in the room and their dominant partner might deliberately choose to ignore them in order to keep them in their place. Occasionally it got boring or uncomfortable but most of the time she was able to slip her mind into the beautifully pure trancelike state known as subspace.
The next stage was something that she knew he craved more than anything else. When they looked at websites together he was always particularly impressed by the masters who chose to display photographs of their slaves. He obviously felt that the exhibition of slaves was the ultimate status symbol for a master but she was not so sure. She knew enough about the Internet to know that images were easily found and circulated and the damage to her reputation and relationships should the wrong picture get into the hands of colleagues or family members was too devastating to think about. She made her feelings known and he agreed never to photograph her and to make certain that no images of her ever even made it onto a computer let alone an Internet site.
He did start discussing trips to fetish gatherings and this seemed to be a different proposition altogether. A night in a club would remain only in the memory of the people who attended. Photography was banned other than the occasional official photographer who always sought out permission to take and upload images. A BDSM club would only contain people who enjoyed and understood the scene and if she really wanted anonymity she could wear a mask or disguise herself. They quickly agreed that this would be the best way for David to display her in public and she had to admit to herself that once she started to imagine the details of what would happen she found them pretty horny. If it was a sexy atmosphere and she was in the right mood the idea of being tied or spanked in front of a group of strangers was deeply erotic.
And so their adventures in public display began. They chose a popular fetish club in Vauxhall and soon became regular visitors. The events were far more relaxed and friendlier than any of the fashionable dance music clubs. Nobody attended to be cool or to try to attract a member of the opposite sex. People went to play and be played with. The emphasis was on fun and as often or not the sound of leather on skin and the moaning and groaning of a submissive was accompanied by genuine laughter and deadpan humour. They both loved it and the several hours spent indulging in prolonged foreplay meant that on their return home the sex was always wild, abandoned and passionate.
What they didn’t know was that David’s passion for exhibiting her was only going to continue to grow. When they’d spent several months regularly attending the club he made a suggestion that at first shocked her to the core.
It was a Friday night and he had bound her over the kitchen table the moment they’d finished clearing up their dinner. They’d discovered that by tying her ankles to the table legs her backside was kept at the perfect height for spanking and fondling. On this particular occasion he had warmed her up with several minutes of slaps to her buttocks and then moved round to sit next to her and was slowly feeding her little morsels from the kitchen cupboards. Her wrists were tied to the other side, her chest was held flat and her chin close to the table top. This made it easy for him to dip his fingers into a delicious range of ice creams and yoghurts and force her to lick them clean while her backside recovered from its beating.
While he teased her with his fingers in her mouth he started to describe some of the outrageous scenes that he knew turned her on. He went over some of the things that they’d played out in public in the fetish clubs and spent time describing how she’d looked with her skirts raised and what a shameless slut she was to have allowed so many strangers to see her displayed. The descriptions were all familiar to her but then he started to describe something new. He mentioned that she was now so submissive so obedient that perhaps he might lend her to another master for the weekend. His suggestion fired a number of dramatic responses in her mind. Part of her was appalled and angry that he would want to involve another man but she was also aware that in her deep dark fantasy world she found the idea incredibly hot and horny.
She said nothing. She wasn’t meant to speak when she was in slave mode and one of the advantages of this was that she could listen carefully to David and was never required to answer unless he demanded it.
After playing with her for a long time in the kitchen he untied her ropes and pushed her upstairs where they finished the evening with the usual passionate climax. He soon fell asleep but she found she couldn’t. Something about the twin aspects of the idea meant that she couldn’t quite drift of
f. She was both insulted by the concept of being loaned to another but also incredibly intrigued. She decided to wait. Part of her was curious to see how serious he was and the only way of doing that was to ignore his suggestion and see if he brought it up again.
Just a few nights later when she was restrained and helpless he did. As he teased and tormented every inch of her body he described how exciting it might be to lend her to another master to play with. This time she questioned him, asking who the master might be and what she would be required to do for him. David was so carried away with the idea that he didn’t even tell her off for talking out of turn. He replied that he was already in the process of speaking to someone and that she would soon be given her duties.
Later when they were cuddled up in bed she asked him more seriously about what he’d been talking about and discovered that he’d already worked out quite a lot. The loan would not be fully sexual. He couldn’t bear the idea of another man making love to her but she would be naked and restrained and beaten as much as the stranger desired. There would be torture, slavery and servitude that no full sexual contact. Although she still found many aspects of the idea shocking she was pleased that there was no actual sex involved. What he imagined was essentially an extension of what happened in the fetish clubs. Even if she wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea she understood the principle. When he asked her directly if she would consider it she said that she would give it some thought. Looking back she realised that this was a critical moment. If she hadn’t wanted the idea to develop she should have rejected it out of hand. By offering to think about it she was admitting that on some level she found it interesting or exciting and the brutal reality was that this was the truth.
Life went on pretty much as usual while she considered the idea. It didn’t take long for her to admit to herself that the critical element was the other man. If it had been Brad Pitt, George Clooney or David Beckham she wouldn’t have had moment’s hesitation. They spoke about it again on numerous occasions but for a long time she struggled to move the concept from the late night fantasy part of her mind out into the real day-to-day world. She asked him to explain the detail of how such a situation might actually take place and he started to explain the rules. He explained the list of conditions to her at least five or six times until in the end she realised that he was convincing himself as much as her. He had his own fears and because he knew just how turned on she could get when she was bound or dominated he was undoubtedly afraid that she herself might initiate full contact with her loaned master.
Something must have shifted because she then started to make her own demands. She talked about what she would want to know about the stranger she’d be serving and while she was listing her requirements the look on David’s face made her realise that he already had somebody in mind. She was instantly incredibly curious and demanded to know who the man was. If she had a good feeling about him then she’d go ahead but if she had any doubts at all then the idea would be abandoned and never mentioned again. She wanted to see a video of the man speaking. If she saw him and heard his voice then she could see how attractive he was and sense his energy.
This proved to be a little bit difficult for a while. She knew that David and her potential master were emailing but the man hadn’t been able to find the time to make a specific video for her. Of course it was difficult for David as slaves were not meant to be making demands so he needed to blur the distinction and make it sound as though he also needed the film clip. In the end her first contact came from an unusual source. It seemed there was already a YouTube clip of the man talking about a pop video that he had made. She was intrigued. It seemed that he was a successful and well-known music video director and there was a wealth of information about him on the Internet. When they sat down to watch his interview she was immediately thrilled and excited. The person standing chatting in a casual and charismatic manner was called James and he was the tall well-dressed man with the Cockney accent they’d met in the corridor of the fetish club earlier that year. He was the master whose expensive brogues she had already kissed and licked and worshipped.
She knew she wasn’t meant to be impressed by his job but the fact that he was cool and successful really helped. Even more important was that she’d met him in person. She knew about his smell and his aura and being able to recall all the strange intangible factors that you experience when you stand in front of somebody helped to order her thoughts.
It was now set. She didn’t remember explicitly saying the precise words but at some stage she must have agreed to act out this bizarre piece of fantasy. She was going to be sent away to spend a weekend as the naked slave of a stranger. It was outrageous but at the same time she couldn’t help thinking that it could be one of the most interesting and exciting episodes of her whole life.
Her perspective changed. She became less concerned about the stranger and more interested in her own appearance. She made a mental note to increase her gym usage and cut down on wine and puddings. She wanted to be in the best shape and on her best behaviour. She wanted this man to be absolutely blown away by her.
Once the weekend had been put in the diary she realised that although she was incredibly nervous a large part of her was also very much looking forward to it. Some of her excitement was driven by curiosity and she found that she was waking in the night and fantasising about being naked and helpless in front of this stranger.
As the date crept nearer and nearer she stepped up her preparations. She did everything she could to make sure that her skin, hair and body were as outrageously beautiful as they could be. She ate only the best foods, worked hard in the gym and took all the supplements she could think off. Her obsession with how she would look just grew every day. Soon there was only a week to go and the anticipation and distant nervousness never left her. She was about to do the most outrageous thing she could imagine and the idea possessed her both day and night.
Chapter Six
Just a Weekend Away
When there were just a few days to go David told her the final details. The man was going to collect her from their flat on the Friday evening then return her late on the Sunday night. It was perfectly simple and yet incredibly daunting. She was to come home early on the Friday and then wash and put on a thin summer dress. She could add a pair of sandals to the outfit but nothing else; no underwear and no coats or jackets. She would be allowed a small clutch bag of toiletries but that was it. Once she was dressed at this minimal level David was going to put a collar and handcuffs on her then tease and tormented her until her new master arrived.
This was exactly what happened. She left work as soon as she could and with butterflies dancing and fluttering in her stomach rushed home and scrubbed her body until it was as clean as she could make it. With trembling hands she rubbed body lotion all over her skin and then slipped into the thin dress. She got a text from David telling her to be kneeling in her basic slave position by the front door when he got home and she spent the next twenty minutes waiting for him in that position. She couldn’t believe how hot and wet she already was and the thought of her new master discovering the state of her arousal only turned her on more.
Her lover came through the door at a little after six which meant that they had slightly less than an hour of foreplay before her new master was due to pick her up. David didn’t waste any time. He quickly locked a leather collar around her neck and handcuffed her hands behind her back. She noticed that he had bought a new key-ring with the word slave written on it and it was obvious that this would be handed over to James as part of the ceremony.
Having been physically prepared her lover then bent her over the kitchen table and started to spank her bare backside. He spoke to her as he beat her, reminding her to be on her best behaviour and that her obedience and submission was a test of him as a master and trainer. As he talked she felt herself drifting away; her mind began to anticipate the instructions of the man who was about to arrive. She felt guilty because she was tuning
out David’s voice and imagining the command of another but then she reminded herself that it had been his idea. Why should she feel guilty for imagining herself with another man when it was her own lover who had pushed for it to happen? Despite the turmoil going on in her mind her body found the situation quite simple and straightforward. Between her legs there was already a gorgeous heat and wetness and the very core of her seemed to be trembling with anticipation of what lay ahead.
It was only a little before seven when David untied her then made her sit on her haunches in the basic slave position. Her buttocks were burning from the long intense slapping they’d received and she knew that her face and the delicate skin of her throat were also blushing with excitement.
The doorbell rang and she jumped. Her lover left her and she caught the soft murmurs of the two men talking in the hallway. She heard the visitor decline a drink on the grounds that they had a long journey to complete then the voices got nearer and were then so loud she realised that both her masters, old and new, where standing in the kitchen doorway looking at her. She could feel her heart beating hard in her chest and her breath catching in her throat. There was some nervousness and a tiny dash of fear but most of all she felt a huge thrill about what was to come. She didn’t know how it would feel to be with this man but from the online interviews and the short time she’d spent with him in the club she knew that he was attractive, charismatic and interesting.
James mentioned that he’d brought some things to make getting her into the car easier and she soon discovered what they were. David commanded her to stand and she shot up as quickly as she could; almost falling with her eagerness to show how well trained she was. With her head still bowed he made her walk towards them and then she felt a jacket being put over her shoulders.
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