Rick had never enjoyed talking much about himself. He had always been a little shy, and for him for most of his life, listening, had been easier than talking. Also, he had spent a couple of years doing what he would describe as slightly 'dodgy' work and he knew that the less people that knew about that, the better. But just now his job was perfectly legal so he began to tell Pia a little about it and his colleagues.
After maybe a couple of minutes listening to him Pia's attention began to wander and he saw that her gaze was resting yet again, on his laptop. It had gone into screen saver mode and was now just a blank screen.
"Yes Rick, that's interesting, but what I'm more interested in just now, are those photos that were on your computer when I first came in."
She returned her attention to him and there was that smile again, but this time her eyes seemed to bore into him. To Rick it felt that she was staring into his very inner being. All his secrets, all the little hidden nooks and crannies of his life were under a microscope. He sensed the heat in his cheeks and knew that they must be scarlet with embarrassment. He felt as if she knew everything. He would be unable to hide anything from her.
But he made a try of it anyway.
"Ugh... they were there by accident, I borrowed a flash drive from a friend to copy some of his music and I must have copied the wrong file..." He heard the words tumbling out his mouth but knew, before he got any further, that it was useless. He bowed his head and looked at the floor.
"I'm so sorry, I hope that you're not too offended by them, I promise that you will never have to see those again, I just hope that you don't think badly of me for having them..."
"I will only think badly of you if you do not show them to me Rick."
He was stunned into a silence that to him seemed to last for hours, although it could only have been seconds.
"But it's so embarrassing, I don't know if I can..."
"There's also the fact that you owe me Rick."
Rick managed to lift his head and look at her. "Owe you? What for?" he tried to keep his voice from sounding as though he was not pleading.
She held up four fingers on her hand. "Four wrong guesses Rick. Don't you remember? I forgot to explain the, what shall I say..." She paused as she seemed to think over what word to use.
"Yes... the punishment for that."
Punishment!
The rush of emotion and physical sensation he experienced as Pia said 'punishment' reminded him off the first time he had tried poppers. It had been many years ago in an Amsterdam nightclub He felt now, as then, that every blood vessel, every nerve ending in his brain and body was exploding with energy and yes ...lust. He lusted after this young woman, no, this Goddess, he needed to serve her and others like her. He felt as though he could jump up, tear off his clothes and kneel before this woman who had been a complete stranger until a couple of hours ago.
He needed to control this urge. He had felt these emotions before, and on occasion acted on them with usually bad and embarrassing results. No, he must stay in control.
"So" she sat up a little, removed her feet from Rick's leg, swivelled and was sitting facing his laptop with her feet placed on the floor. She looked over at him and with a naughty smile used her left hand to swipe across the inbuilt mouse pad on his computer. The screen came to life, the photo from Amsterdam visible again. She glanced down at the hard lump in his lap.
"Let's have a look at your naughty, sometimes not so well hidden side, shall we?"
For just a moment Rick thought she was suggesting that he take out his prick. He knew that she had seen the evidence of his arousal on more than one occasion today. Panic engulfed him when it dawned on him that if that's what she wanted, he would do it! His hands had seemingly automatically gone to his lap as if to obey her without a conscious thought from him! Then he saw that her attention was now fixed to the screen of his computer and she was leaning forward with her fingers resting on the keyboard.
"Which file was it? Come on Rick, show me which one contains the real you."
"Are you sure you want..."
"Yes I'm sure that I want to, and Rick, when I want something from a man I usually get it. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, I'm beginning to Pia." The truth was, thought Richard, that there was no 'beginning to' about it. He did understand. Fully.
"Good boy Rick," she patted the cushion next to her. "Come and sit here next to me and show me your collection."
Rick heard 'boy' and knew that he was beaten. And deep inside, where it seemed only Pia could see, he understood. He was hers to do as she pleased with. Her boy.
He scooted over and sat next to her. It was almost as if he had been granted a privilege, a reward for something.
"Excuse me," he had to lean in front of her in order to open the start menu, "I keep all my private photos in a file here." He tapped on the mouse pad, opening a few windows until he found a file labelled 'xpersonalx '. He selected the file and paused. His hands were shaking! In fact he felt that almost all his body was shaking. Everything except his prick, which could barely move at all, it was so hard and encased so tightly in his jeans.
"Open the file Rick."
He took a deep breath and double tapped to open his secrets to her.
As he sat back into the couch the screen opened into a grid showing two photos per row. Rick clasped his hands together in his lap and stared at the screen waiting for... he wasn't sure what, but he knew this was a turning point in his life. From here on in things would become different. Good or bad there was no going back now.
The first two photos were pretty tame by most standards. In one a Mistress with high heels, black stockings, garters belt and knickers with a red laced bustier holding in her breasts was leaning down and messing the hair of man kneeling at her feet, kissing her shoes. The other image was of another mistress this time topless but also wearing black knickers, stockings and heels. Her hair was dark and short, her breasts small and her figure petite as she stared into the eyes of a slave kneeling before her.
Rick stole a glance at Pia as she started to scroll down the page. For the moment she was oblivious to him as she stared at the photos slowly advancing up the screen. There were many photos in that file. Beautiful Dominatrices, and naked submissive males in various situations and positions were probably in the majority. But there was also CFNM, humiliation, bondage and more. So far there had been no reaction from her to any of the photos and Rick didn't know if that was a good or bad thing.
He looked to the screen as she paused her scrolling at a photo of a beautiful naked woman crouched over the face of man wearing a collar who was desperately trying to lick bare shaved pussy. The photo alongside showed the same dominant and slave in the same position but this time she was peeing...
"Oh God" Rick raised his hands to his face and groaned quietly as he realised that Pia was now staring at him directly. He could not look at her. He was afraid of her disappointment, or maybe her scorn.
"Well, you have been a naughty boy haven't you Rick?"
He felt the sensation of her hand returning to his thigh and this time it was just a fingers breadth from the bulge created by his cock.
"Answer me Rick. Are you a naughty boy?"
Rick slowly dropped his hands and replaced them between his legs. He was trying to disguise the shaking of his hands by grasping them together but could not hide the shaking of his knees. Playing in the background Rick heard Queen's
'I want to break free'
and he felt like laughing hysterically at the fact that God might have such a sense of humour.
He turned to meet directly Pia's stare, he barely recognised his own voice which it seemed had turned to a dry croak.
"Yes, I've been a naughty boy, I'm sorry Pia." He bowed his head and waited.
"Stand Up."
He hesitated, he knew a line was about to be crossed, and he hoped that once he took that final step that there would be no going back.
"Look at me Rick"
He lifted his gaze from the floor, sat up a little and looked at her.
Her eyes captivated him, those beautiful deep brown eyes held him as efficiently as any bondage or restraint.
"I have a sense about some people, it seems I can meet a person and instantly know them..." she paused, and gestured towards the photos on the screen, "..understand their needs and desires. And I think Rick..." her hand moved and was now resting on his erection, she gently squeezed his prick through his jeans and continued "...I think I understand yours." Her hand tightened its grip on his prick.
"Am I right Rick?" Her voice was lower now, drawing him in, she nodded toward the screen, "Are those your desires?"
The touch of her hand had nearly sent Rick over the edge. Ever since his awakening a couple of hours ago he seemed to have had an almost constant erection and in his present state of arousal he was amazed he did not come instantly.
"Yes, they are my desires," his voice was that of a stranger, he did not recognise its low hoarse whisper, "that is where I wish to be." He nodded towards the screen where a different photo, one of a man dressed only in red lacy women's panties and a slave collar was standing in front of a group of clothed seated women. The women seemed indifferent to the man's state.
"Good Rick, very good. And here's the thing Rick. If that's what you really desire, what you really need, then I am giving you that opportunity right now. But if you are just playing at this, if it's just a little game you play to excite yourself and masturbate over, then now is the time to say stop. We will stop just where we are now, you will close the computer file and I hope we will become good friends and neighbours."
"And we will never talk of this again."
She increased a little the pressure on his prick.
"But if you agree... if you agree Rick you will never forget serving me. I am sure of that. I will say nothing further until I hear your decision. What is it Rick? Will you serve me or not?
Rick only had one answer, there was no possibility of another.
