Suddenly, as if a ghost materializing from out of the dark, she stood in front of him. “I see you are still here.” How had she known he had considered leaving? “What a good boy you are.”
“Yes, Mistress.” With her words, he felt he had passed a test of some sort and he couldn’t help the feeling of pride that came over him.
“Now, I would like to know why you came here to see me.” Their eyes met and she seemed to look inside him, as if to study him.
“Mistress?” He was confused. Surely she knew why he was here—the ad in the paper had left no doubt as to her chosen profession.
“Why. Are. You. Here.” Her voice was steady, but the submissive in Dan recognized the authority she possessed.
“Your ad…” What did she want to hear from him? He pushed his nervousness down and plunged on. “I read your ad and I thought you could help me, Mistress. I’ve wanted, no needed, a woman such as you in my life for longer than I can remember. My deepest desire is to learn to submit properly to a woman such as yourself. I feel I can’t survive another day without doing so.” He couldn’t deny his need any longer, to himself, or to her.
“And you believe I am the one to accept your gift of submission?” Mistress Belle looked down at him for the landing as they had still not moved from their position on the stairs.
Yes, Mistress, I long for you to do so. He was unable to speak the words.
“Your ad..?” Dan could feel sweat begin to gather on his back and trickle down into his trousers. Could he have mistaken the purpose of her ad? He was beginning to wonder if she had read his answers to her questionnaire. If she had, there would be no mistaking why he had come to see her. He was ready to place himself in her care and he longed to serve her. He was more than ready to submit to her.
“Yes, yes, I’d like to know what it was about my ad led you to contact me? You do realize that my methods are, shall we say, unorthodox.” Even in the dim light, he could see how blue her eyes were as she held his gaze.
“Of course, Mistress. You see, I need your training.” And so much more.
“My training?” She smiled as if to herself and then nodded for him to go on.
“I’ve only…” It was then he realized if she had read his questionnaire, she would know his obsession with a woman of her experience and upbringing. He was suddenly embarrassed as he struggled for the words to go on.
“Come with me.” Mistress Belle interrupted his thoughts.
She turned and moved down the hall with Dan following. When they reached a set of double doors, Mistress Belle pushed them open, reached inside and Dan heard the click of a light switch. Light flooded the room affording him a look inside.
A four-poster bed, draped in gauzy white fabric, dominated the center of the space. To the left of the bed and just in front of a set of French doors, stood a small table with two chairs, the table filled with dishes. A mahogany bureau was positioned in the corner of the room next to a door Dan assumed to be a closet or a bathroom. The walls of the room were painted a soft blue and a thick white carpet covered most of the dark wood floor.
As Dan waited in the doorway, Mistress Belle went about the room, lighting the dozens of candles resting on the bureau and in the glass jars on the night stands positioned on either side of the bed. As he watched her, Dan thought he had never met a woman who moved more gracefully. He had time to study her now and he realized that although she was a tiny woman, there was a strength about her she could never hide.
“Dan…”
He shivered as he heard the sound of his name come from her lips for the first time. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Come.” She held out her hand to him and as he stepped inside, the scent of the jasmine candles welcomed him. “Would you care to join me for tea?”
Now that he was inside the room, Dan could see the table had been set for tea. A pot, made of white china and decorated with small blue flowers, sat surrounded by several three-tiered silver plate holders filled with sandwiches and pastries. The table was set for two; each place setting containing plates of various sizes stacked upon one another with a confusing number of silver utensils resting on each of their sides.
“I did say my training might not be what you were expecting…”
“Yes, of course, Ma’am.” Dan realized then his assumption of what her training might entail had been incorrect. He thought by now he would be bound and feeling the bite of her whip, not attending a tea party.
“I am pleased with your behavior thus far, suga’. You see; having good manners is simply a matter of showing respect. You show others your respect by being on time, dressing appropriately, and by giving them your full attention. I’m pleased you arrived on time this evening and followed my instructions on how to dress; now shall we see how you do with the full attention part of the equation?”
“Of course, Mistress.” Dan was becoming increasingly confused. He had no idea what she had intended for him. Thus far her behavior wasn’t anything like that of the only other Domme Dan had experienced. Where she had been strictly business; Mistress Belle seemed inviting and warm—it was as if she were welcoming him into her home for a social engagement. He would soon realize just how wrong he was about her.
“If you wish to please me, it is important to for you to learn some of the finer aspects of society life. For your first task, I would like you to serve our tea, and while that may seem a simple undertaking, keep in mind, if you spill even one drop you will be suitably punished. And now, please remove your trousers.” She glanced down at his fabric covered cock. “I hope that won’t interfere with your service to me.”
Chapter Three
At the mention of Mistress Belle punishing him if he made a mistake with the tea, Dan had grown hard, painfully so. His face reddened as he realized once he removed his pants, she would witness his arousal. He was not certain how she would react and the thought made him grow even harder beneath his zipper. Would he soon feel the impact of a flogger or the strike of a cane? Taking a deep breath, Dan stood before her, but made no move to comply with her direct order.
“Why are you hesitating? Oh, I see.” Mistress Belle released his hand and reached out to cup his erection through his pants.
He was unable to hold back a moan when she squeezed him and was shocked when suddenly, and without warning, her hand came down upon his cock, striking him with a force that left him breathless. Sweet pain radiated from his groin and Dan suppressed the urge to fall to his knees before her, to beg her for more.
“It would be in your best interest to comply immediately when I give you an order.” Though her voice sounded sweet, her displeasure with him was unmistakable. “I’ll wait while you gain some control over yourself, suga’.”
Dan knew his punishment was well deserved. Not only had his body betrayed him, he had not removed his trousers when she had commanded him to do so. He bent his head in shame.
“No need for that.” As if taking pity on him, Mistress Belle reached for his belt and slowly slid it from the loops on his trousers. When it was completely free, she placed it on the end of the bed. “Look at me.”
Dan raised his head and his eyes met hers. “Your trousers.” She reminded him.
He opened the button on his slacks and then unzipped them as Mistress Belle watched, her eyes locked onto his hands. Dan pushed the fabric apart and slowly slid his trousers down, over his hips, to his knees.
“Stop there.” It was a command.
Inside him, Dan’s desires fought on. Though he now knew the consequences for hesitating to comply with her orders, the sub in him wanted her punishment. He stilled, his need to please her stronger than his desire to feel her hand strike him once again, and he stood with his pants wrapped around his knees, his cock hard and jutting from his body.
Dan was disappointed when she turned and walked over to the table and took a seat. She looked over at him and his face flushed once again with embarrassment, while the heat lower on his body reminded him of her earlier punis
hment.
Dan longed to take his cock in his fist; longed to show her how she affected him. He realized it would take just a few strokes for him to come, but then he reminded himself why he was here. He began to breathe deeply in an effort to regain his composure.
“Your desire belongs to me now, Dan, along with your pleasure. I won’t hesitate to remind you of that.”
How does she always seem to know what I’m thinking? Dan forced his hands to his sides; the temptation to grab his cock simply too great.
“Remove your trousers and place them on the end of the bed. Step over to me when you are done.”
“Yes, Mistress Belle.” It was then Dan remembered he was to call her Mistress only; it was his second mistake in a matter of minutes. Would he be doubly punished?
His hands shook as he reached to pull his trousers from his body. He placed them on the bed next to his belt, turned and walked to the table where she now waited.
“Have a seat.”
Dan sat on the thickly upholstered chair and looked over at Mistress Belle.
“Part of being a good submissive is the ability to please your Mistress no matter what the circumstance. I noticed your embarrassment just now. You will need to learn to control your emotions, or at least become better skilled at hiding them.”
Mistress Belle rose from her seat and moved to stand behind his chair. She leaned over his shoulder and reached for one of the folded cloths on the table Dan had assumed was a napkin.
Though he faced forward, from the corner of his eye he saw her shake out the cloth, the purpose of which was now clear. It was a blindfold, made from the finest linen, the fabric decorated with the same small blue flowers that adorned the tea pot.
Mistress Belle moved so she was standing beside him and his eyes followed the path of the blindfold as she began to run it over his skin and across his chest. She teased his nipples with the soft cloth as he shivered and squirmed in his seat and then she dropped the cloth into his lap where it partially covered his erection.
“We’ll get to that in due time.” She said, as if to herself.
Dan wasn’t sure which she was referring to—the blindfold, or his cock.
Mistress Belle once again took the seat across from his and looked over at him. “Have you ever served a woman?”
Was she referring to tea or to something else entirely?
Before Dan could answer, Mistress Belle picked up a pair of silver tongs from the plate next to the sugar bowl. “I noticed how your nipples reacted when the blindfold brushed against them just now, is nipple play something you enjoy?” Her intention was clear in her blue eyes.
Once again, Dan had no time to answer when Mistress Belle reached out with the tongs and pinched Dan’s left nipple between the rounded ends.
“Ohhh.” He moaned when she squeezed the tongs even tighter around his hardened nub as his cock threatened to betray him once more. Hoping she hadn’t noticed, Dan squeezed his thighs beneath the cloth, trapping his erection between them.
“That was your punishment for not following my instructions earlier. Keep in mind, the next time I am required to correct you it won’t be so quite so pleasurable.” She had noticed. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.” He answered and watched, mesmerized, as she slowly drew the tongs across his chest to his lonely right nipple. He waited, longing to feel the bite of the metal once more and, when at first it didn’t come; he closed his eyes in frustration.
When the pain came this time, it was immediate and searing. He inhaled a ragged breath and opened his eyes to see she had turned the tongs sideways and had his nipple trapped between the two serrated edges. She squeezed the tongs tighter around his skin.
“Awww…Mistress.” The pain Dan felt was intense…it spread across his chest and down his belly to his throbbing cock.
“Bless your little heart; you just love that don’t you?” Her voice sounded sweet, but through the haze of pain, Dan wondered if she were mocking him.
“Yes, Mistress.” He managed to say, though speech was difficult as she continued to hold his nipple hostage within the sugar tongs.
“Yes, what? Answer me.” The sweetness in her voice from a moment ago was gone, replaced by the authoritative voice of a Domme.
“I love it when you pinch my nipples with the tongs, Ma’am.” So much.
“Very good.” With her words, she took the tongs away and the pain was even more intense as the blood began to return to his nipple. His cock was now threatening to explode between his thighs and Dan rubbed them together, aching for release.
“I thought I had made myself clear; your pleasure is mine to control. Open your legs.” Mistress Belle said as she reached for the cloth that had been covering Dan’s lap.
He spread his thighs and his cock sprung up from between them just as the tongs in her hand landed on his hardened flesh.
“Ahhhh, Mistress.” He screamed as he felt the pain spread throughout his groin. “Please forgive me.” He managed to say through gritted teeth. He wondered if he could continue; wondered how he could not.
She patted his thigh. “I think we’ve played long enough. As soon as you have collected yourself, we will begin your training.” Once again, she placed the blindfold over his lap.
Though the intensity of the pain was ebbing, his cock continued to throb. Dan had never before felt such torment. Until now, his interaction with a Domme had consisted of a bit of light bondage along with the occasional spanking. His experiences had always been about having someone else in control—about the joy of letting go. Would he be able to handle more pain?
He wanted to prove to himself that he could, after all, it was why he was here. Not only that, but he realized now just how much he wanted to please her. Dan realized she was waiting for a signal from him and he looked up at her and nodded.
As if his punishment had never occurred, Mistress Belle sat and once again drew his attention to the table. “When you are a guest for tea at someone’s home, upon sitting at the table, each guest should place their napkin on their lap. Keep in mind, the napkin is used only to blot your lips, never to rub them. It is also customary for close friends and family of the hostess to assist with the pouring of the tea or doing the honors as it referred to. Whether you will be required to do so or not, it is important for you to learn the proper procedure.” Mistress Belle reached for the tea pot. “Loose tea is always preferable to tea bags at a formal tea party.” She looked over at him as if to ensure he had been listening.
Dan had been unable to take his eyes away from her since she sat down across from him and through the haze of pain that still clouded his head; he struggled to give her his full attention.
“A tea pot will be provided for every two to three guests and your hostess will have placed the tea and boiling water in each just before the guests are asked to take their seats. As part of doing the honors, you will ask each guest how he or she would like their tea. For those guests who prefer sugar, the cube is dropped into the cup first, followed by the tea. Of course, no true Southerner takes his tea without sugar; you would immediately be marked as an outsider if you were to do so.” She sniffed as if the very idea were repugnant and then went on. “At no time should a guest’s spoon touch the side of the cup; it is very rude to clink your spoon against the china when stirring. It is fine to use your fingers for eating as most of the foods you will be served will be bite size or just a bit bigger.”
Dan’s mind raced as he listened to her words. How would he be punished if he didn’t perform as instructed?
As if she had read his thoughts, she asked. “It would not be wise of you to make a mistake. And above all, remember this—here in the south, manners are not optional. Your very standing in society is predicated on your ability to behave suitably.” Her implication was clear; if he made a mistake, he would be punished, and harshly.
“Now suga’, would you do the honors?”
“Of course, Ma’am.” Dan’s hand shook as he reached
for the teapot, the handle warm in his fingers. He hesitated, remembering her earlier instructions. “Would you like sugar in your tea, Mistress?”
“Why, yes I would.” She smiled sweetly at him and nodded.
Dan picked up the sugar tongs from the plate she had returned them to after torturing his nipples. They seemed so ordinary in his hands now. He removed the lid of the sugar bowl and reached inside with the tongs to pick up one of the small white squares. “Would you like one or two, Mistress?” He asked.
“Why, two of course.” She smiled at him.
Dan dropped two cubes of sugar into her cup and reached for the teapot. Ever mindful of not spilling a drop, he poured the hot liquid into Mistress Belle’s cup, the familiar scent of Earl Grey permeating the air. Unsure of what to do next, Dan returned the teapot to the center of the table and sat back and waited for her.
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