by Sir Nathan
“Um. Sorry, Sir. And th-thank you, Sir.”
I smiled. “Relax, Dominique. This will be your room. You may keep changes of clothes and makeup here etcetera. You will be sleeping where I tell you to sleep.” The disappointment on her face was obvious, but she brightened as I continued. “But I believe most nights you will be sleeping with me, if you earn the privilege.” I winked at her. “And Dominique?”
“Yes, Sir?”
“I always want you to be honest with me. Always. It may feel awkward in the beginning, but our relationship depends on it. You should be candid and confess things without being grilled. It pleases me to hear the things you are thinking.”
“This girl will try, Sir.”
“You will succeed too, Dominique. Or your ass will be very red in the trying.” I grinned at her and she trembled, smiling nervously. God, she was gorgeous.
Was it what he said, or the way he said it to me? Or maybe it was having a conversation with my wrists cuffed behind my back. Whatever it was, I was getting so wet it was ridiculous. I’d never been this turned on, ever! I felt light-headed and could feel my body swaying. When he talked about spanking me, I felt faint. I wanted to try it now!
“Are you all right, Dominique?” he asked.
“Y-Yes, Sir. Just ...”
“Just what?”
“Um ... Just, this girl is so horny, Sir. She’s sorry. She doesn’t know what’s come over her!”
“Good,” I said simply, smiling at her. She beamed at me, pleased with herself. “Dominique, I’m going to ask you the same question I asked you earlier.”
“Yes Sir?” she asked, looking puzzled.
“Have you been naughty?” I chuckled.
“Ummm ... Oh, Sir,” she whined, a mischievous look leaping to her eyes. “Yes?”
“Why, Dominique?”
“Ummm... Well...” she began, blushing fiercely, “Well ... Because I ...”
“‘This girl’ ...”
“Um, because ... this girl ... ummm ... has enjoyed what has happened to her ... and ... um, her imagination is racing about what might happen in the future, Sir.”
“Are you turned on, Dominique?”
“God yes, Sir.”
“How can you tell?”
“My ... I mean ... This girl’s p-pussy is wet ... and this g-girl is so hot, Sir. It’s so exciting t-talking like this with my hands bound, Sir.”
“Very good, Dominique. I hope you won’t be too disappointed if I remove them.” Taking her into my arms, she melted against me as I reached behind her and removed the cuffs. She looked up at me and I kissed her lips gently, whispering, “Take a shower and come down to dinner. You’ll find a change of clothes in the wardrobe. Wear nothing but what I have provided for you.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She rubbed her wrists as I turned and started to walk away.
“And Dominique?” I said, over my shoulder.
“Yes, Sir?”
“Do not masturbate, okay?”
“Um ... N-No, Sir.”
I stripped off and had a cold shower. I hadn’t had one in years, and honestly, I doubt I would have even considered masturbating until Andrew told me I couldn’t. The strangest desire to finger myself to a writhing cum washed over me as soon as he said I wasn’t allowed. And if I couldn’t cum, then I needed a cold shower, and fast! I quickly washed myself thoroughly and jumped shivering from the stall. I wrapped a plush towel around myself, and another atop my head and sat in front of the beautiful, glossy white vanity. On its top were some basic cosmetics and a hair dryer. Supplemented by what I had in my handbag, it was only a few minutes later that I looked at myself and hoped he liked what he saw. I stood and finished drying my body, then pulled back the wardrobe door and gasped.
There was nothing in there!
I looked down, and on the floor were a pair of black pumps, a black leather collar and a note. Pulling open the other door of the wardrobe, I found it empty as well. I crouched down to pick up the things, then sat back down at the vanity to read.
Dominique, this is your training collar. Do not put it on. Bring it downstairs with you. There is some jewellery in the drawer on your right. Pick out what you want. It is yours. Remember, to me you are beautiful. Walk tall.
Andrew
My nipples sprung to attention and I could feel the butterflies in my tummy. I hadn’t been here an hour and already I was going to be naked in front of him! I looked at myself in the mirror and was greeted with a stupid grin and I giggled. I slipped on the pumps and stood up. Perfect fit, of course. How could he know? Picking up the collar, I inspected the small silver disk hanging from the front ring. ‘Dominique’ was engraved across it in a beautiful flowing style. It felt strange holding it in my hands. He must have had such faith in me. I wondered when he had it made and I got a little choked up. I was amazed by the thinness and softness of the leather. I had to see what it looked like and held it up to my neck. Damn, I looked sexy. I opened the drawer and found a small jewellery box. When I placed it on the vanity and lifted the lid, my tear-filled eyes bugged out.
I delved into the half-full box, not knowing what to think. I felt like a pirate finding hidden treasure! Choosing a silver waist chain, I fastened the clasp with trembling fingers. Wow! There were rings and bracelets and some anklets and beautiful jewelled earrings. There were also some things I didn’t even know what to do with. I picked up one piece that looked like a brooch. It was a silver star with slivers of green stone swirled through the metal. But from what I could see, there was no way to attach it. For a moment I pondered the pretty piece. Then it dawned on me.
It was nipple jewellery! Adjusting the spring on the back, I fitted it over my hard nipple and let go of the spring. Whoa! I thought, my mouth dropping open. “Mmmmmm!” I moaned aloud at the tightness. Gritting my teeth, I pulled my nipple further through it. What the hell am I doing? Maybe another day I could wear something like that, but not today. I took it off and replaced it, choosing instead some pretty dangling silver earrings and put them on.
I rushed into the bathroom to look in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. Hmmmm ... I thought, quickly scanning myself up and down. Opening the bathroom cabinet, I smiled at his forethought. Shaking my head, I wondered how many ‘firsts’ I would end up having today.
A further fifteen minutes later, I again modelled in the full-length mirror. I blushed and a tingle of excitement rippled across my skin. I raced back out to the vanity and lifted the collar to my neck again.
God, I mustn’t prove him wrong.
I shuddered and dropped my arms to my sides. I looked again at myself, naked and holding his collar loosely in my hand, wondering what the hell was I doing there. I looked at my face and watched the blush creep up my cheeks. My lips looked sexy and I ran my pink tongue over them. I giggled at myself and shook my hair. I look like a slut! I smiled and thought, No, no! ‘This girl’ looks like a slut! My eyes danced in my reflection as I hastily reassessed my situation. This girl has met a man she is overpowered by. Well, not physically ... yet. My smile in the mirror caught my eye. And um, the whole thing, everything that’s happened, is like a dream. She’s doing things she never thought of doing and she can’t stop. And she doesn’t WANT to stop. She’s horny and she likes the challenge of pleasing him ... of knowing that maybe she CAN please him ... of giving everything to him ... of beaming with delight at his gorgeous fucking smile ... of being his to do with as he pleases ... of being his ... of ‘being’ ... just ‘being’ ... me ...
My heart was pounding and my skin prickled and tingled with excitement. There was a full blush in my cheeks and across my chest. My breath was short and my nipples were pointy and crinkled hard. My newly shaved pussy was warm, swollen and wet. The muscles in my body felt like they were humming with adrenalin. My reflection mocked me with a sly smile as I realised I was squeezing my thighs together without even thinking about it. Naked, I came into this world ... I thought.
“This girl wants to be
seen like this!” I gasped aloud. With barely a hint of hesitation, I turned on my heels, heading for the stairs before I could change my mind.
I was seated when I heard Dominique’s heels clicking down the stairs. I stood as she slowly and gracefully entered, not unlike a model on a catwalk. My breath caught in my chest as she came closer, her shoulders back and breasts thrusting, her eyes boring into mine. When she was almost in front of me I gestured for her to stop, and I looked her body up and down, smiling. “Very nice, Dominique.” I directed her to the large black cushion beside me on the floor. “Kneel.”
“Thank you, S-Sir,” she replied, doing as I asked.
“Eyes down, Dominique. Move your thighs a little apart. Your treasures are for my eyes. Do not be afraid to present them to me.” I sat down at the table and swung my knees under it.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you for telling this girl, Sir,” she said, her hands trembling.
Nodding, I returned to my meal. I had spent a fair bit of time on the meal and I was sure she would appreciate what I had in mind. But I liked making her wait. So, for the next few minutes no words passed between us as I ate, but I did wonder what she was thinking.
I hope he likes how I look ... God, my pussy is so wet I think I might stain this comfy cushion ... Surely he would have known I would ... Mmmmm, dinner smells good ... I’m so hungry ... I wonder if he will feed me ... What are we going to do after this? I hope I get to cum tonight ... Should I say something? Just be quiet, he told me to relax ... Just breathe, girl ...
“Pinch your nipples for me, Dominique,” I said, after sipping my wine.
She raised her hands to her breasts and did so without hesitation. “Th-Thank you, Sir,” she whispered, gripping them tightly.
“Are you hungry, Dominique?”
“Mmmmm. Yes, Sir.”
“Release them,” I said, smiling down on her.
“Thank you, Sir.” Even with her head down, I could see her grinning as she placed her hands on her thighs, palms down.
“You may look at me now,” I said, and she did. “You mentioned before that you were afraid of making a mistake ...”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“And I told you I was a patient teacher.” I couldn’t help but smile. “But I am impatient to begin. So, while I feed you, I want you to listen. Okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Okay. When you know no better, you are not in trouble. When you do know better, you are. If I have told you something once before, then ‘you know better’, so I suggest you always tune in when I am speaking to you. When we talk, you may look wherever you wish unless I direct you to do otherwise. Okay?”
“I’ve got it. Thank you, Sir.”
“Good girl. Whenever I choose to teach you something, grab a cushion and kneel before me, listening as you are right now.” I glanced down her body and she blushed. “However, I would like you to turn your hands over, palms up, and I will tell you why.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, immediately turning them over.
“Open hands turned toward the one to whom you submit harks back to a time long past and these days is basically symbolic. It symbolises the fact that your submission is voluntary and that you hide no weapons of self defence in your hands.”
Dominique nodded, looking down at herself and checking her appearance. I adjusted myself in my Levi’s when she did. Spearing another small piece of fish with my fork, I brought it down in front of her to regain her attention. She noticed and leaned forward, capturing the morsel in her open mouth, then closing her lips and drawing it off the fork. She sat back on her heels and chewed slowly while gazing intently up at me.
“Your posture is excellent. Always remain attentive when on your knees. Straight back, and be still. Beyond these requirements, you may kneel in a way that reflects your mood.” God, my cock was starting to get quite hard in my pants. “In other words, you may arch your back or spread your legs more or less, depending on what is going through your mind, what thoughts, what feelings ...” I smiled down on her as another wave of redness flushed her cheeks. Her eyes danced as she adjusted her posture, opening her legs a little further and drawing back her shoulders. “You are beautiful, Dominique.”
“Th-Thank you, Sir,” she whispered, opening her mouth to accept another forkful.
I spent the next ten minutes feeding her and watching her smile with the tastes. I reminded myself of a conversation we had earlier. I had been reassuring her that I knew what I was doing, and that I had experience in training an untrained submissive, though it was quite some time ago and I might have been a bit rusty. Dominique was excited and frightened and inquisitive all at once, and asked if I could tell her in general terms how I might go about training her. At the time, I told her to be patient, and that ‘training’ was simply a formal way of ‘getting to know one another’. As the end of the meal approached I spoke to her. “Dominique?”
She hurried to finish a mouthful. “Yes Sir?”
“I want to talk to you about myself, and then I want you to tell me about yourself, okay?”
“Yes. Okay, Sir.” She looked intrigued as she watched my lips.
“In this life we speak about limits. Everyone has limits. Limits to what they would reasonably allow someone to have them do, or do to them. I want you to know certain things about me, and about the limits I have. Then I want you to think for a moment, and then tell me what sort of limits you might have.” I dabbed the corners of her lips with a napkin as she listened. “Firstly I want you to understand something. I will never punish you without a very good reason, nor will I punish you while I am angry. To me, pain is a tool. I feel confident in my ability to control exactly how much pain I might give you and will never give you more than is necessary, nor more than you desire, depending on the circumstances. I may build in intensity or I may surprise you with my suddenness, but there will always be a good reason for my actions. I imagine I will always tell you why I am doing something. However, if I don’t, then there will be a good reason for that too. You may rest assured that I will not abuse the trust you have placed in me. Also, it pleases me to see how much you can take and for you to test your own limits. I will always listen for you to say the word ‘red’, for if you do, I will stop whatever I am doing immediately. Do you understand?”
She nodded, her eyes shiny and wide. “Y-Yes, Sir.”
“I may choose to tie you up so you can barely move, but you have my word I will never leave you that way longer than is necessary nor longer than you can take. Nor will I ever leave you alone while bound. The ‘red’ word applies here too. And yes it pleases me for you to endure as long as you can. I want you to know that I have enough experience in this life to remain in complete control, and I know exactly what I am doing. Do you understand me so far?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said.
“I have no desire for near death experiences, Dominique, neither yours nor mine. I will never asphyxiate you nor engage in breath play beyond holding your neck. I will never make you bleed intentionally.” She gasped. “Relax. Having a conversation like this is normal,” I said, winking. “Also, I have hard limits on kids, animals and hard drugs. I reserve the right to push any of your soft limits, and you reserve the right to stop me pushing them.”
“By using the ‘red’ word, Sir.”
“That’s right,” I said, smiling back. “And there will be surprises, lots of surprises. Now think for a moment Dominique. Do you have any limits you would like to express?” A thoughtful look crossed her face and I watched her distracting breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing. With just one downward glance I could see how wet she was and longed to stroke between her legs and see her respond. But I could wait.
“May this girl speak, Sir?” she asked appropriately. I nodded and she took a deep breath. “Sir, this girl feels so new and unsure of herself. She thinks she has the same limits but she doesn’t really know, Sir. But she knows she trusts you. She feels it, Sir. She wants to give everything
to you. Everything, Sir. She wants to be taught by you and guided by you, t-to be the best submissive you can imagine, Sir. And she t-trusts you not to hurt her, Sir.”
“You are adorable, Dominique.” I grinned at her. “Are you still hungry?”
“Not for food, Sir,” she said nervously.
“First things first, Dominique.”
She blushed anew. “Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
“It’s all right, Dominique. It is clear you are eager and horny,” I said, glancing at her erect nipples. “And I like that. Within reason, you should be available to me at all times, but never clawing for attention. I can then promise you, you will get all the attention you can take.” I winked at her and she bit her lip. “Now, hand me the collar.”
I had forgotten about the soft leather collar. Picking it up from the floor by my side, I draped it across my hands and lifted it to the height of my downcast eyes, offering its smooth suppleness to him. He took it and I looked up at him expectantly, shaking and feeling like I was going to cry.
“Dominique,” he said simply, “With this training collar we commence our journey.” He wrapped the collar around my neck and buckled it. God, I thought. I’m really doing this! It felt so lovely against my skin I hoped I never had to take it off. My scalp prickled and even though I felt wonderful, I was so close to tears.
“Stand and let me look at you. Fingers entwined behind your head.” Taking a deep breath, I climbed to my feet and did as he asked, standing tall and feeling my body trembling all over again. “Turn around, slowly,” he asked, and I did so. “Lovely, Dominique,” he said as I turned to face him once again.
Oh, my God! I almost said aloud. Averting my eyes from his crotch, I croaked, “Th-Thank you, Sir.” His cock looked huge! I couldn’t wait to see him in jeans!
Suddenly he stood up and said, “Come with me.”
