I first met Brookie in the Autumn, just as classes were starting at the local University (the very same school where I'd met Melissa.) Brookie was working at the Campus Bookstore, a place I like to hang out, if only to look at all the hot co-eds in their Florida-Finest attire! (Actually, ANY place on that campus is a great place to see hot babes, scantily dressed! But I digress...)
Brookie was an 18 year old hottie. I could tell that from the get-go! At 4ft. 10 in. with long, (to mid-back,) dark brown hair and a very cute smile. She was kinda skinny but she had a look in her eyes that spoke volumes! She almost tells you everything you could ever want to hear in one look from her dark eyes! Which is a great blessing for her because, well, this girl is a mute. Yes, that's right, she cannot speak.
We sorta' hit it off right away because I know a little bit of sign language (ASL.) I saw her in the bookstore and immediately I went into my "DOM"-mode and asked her if she'd like to discover more about herself than she'd ever learn in a book or from any of the "dickheads" that constantly hit-on her in the bookshop, there. I said this, just as a dumb jock, ignoring the fact that she was having a conversation with an older man (Me.)
We ignored "Mr. Jock McDickhead" and made a date for that evening.
We met at a café near my home, during which we talked (well, I talked--she listened) about Life experiences, etc, etc. As soon as I asked her, however, if she knew what a " submissive" was, her eyes widened with great excitement! She became very attentive to my every word and I just knew that I had her --- Or rather, that I WOULD have her!
But seeing as it was a Tuesday night and she had classes the next morning, we made plans to meet that Friday, after her last class, at my home.
I gave her a gentle hug and told her to go home and think about all the things she'd ever wanted to try, sexually. She nodded her head, then stood up on her tip-toes to kiss me on the lips.
Mmmmmm... I could tell from that single, brief kiss that she'd be receptive to my every whim, from that day forward!
That Friday night-- well, Afternoon, really --I called Brookie's phone # to give her directions to my place. After leaving those on her answering machine, I gave her a few additional instructions: What to bring (toothbrush, for staying overnight.) What to wear (cotton t-shirt, comfy shoes, short skirt with NO panties,) and she was to shave herself completely bald between her legs!
I told her to be there at "Eight PM, SHARP!" accenting the "sharp." Then I went about preparing my home for the arrival of my young guest.
I cleaned the bathroom, made my bed and prepared a meal of seafoods that would provide protein to give us energy. I'd bought some shrimp, scallops and cod and sautéed them in a sweet, white wine. ---Mmmmmm, the place smelled fantastic!--- Just a hint of garlic and some rather expensive, imported olive oil made the apartment smell like a five star restaurant!
At eight PM the doorbell rang and I answered it in my apron and invited Brookie in with my best cheesy, French accent. "Come een, mah Deeahr. Yew ahre joost een tahm foahr zee deenaire!" I said.
She smiled, as if to laugh and I knew my efforts were not in vain.
Oh, that smile! I am a sucker for a young girl's smile! It just warms my heart to see them smile at me!
As we sat down to eat, Brookie told me she was very impressed with my culinary skills. She told me this by writing it down a pad of paper which she carries around with her. I gave her the sign for "Thank you," and we proceeded to eat in silence, smiling at each other through the meal.
After dinner she re-iterated her earlier praise to which I signed "Your thanks are more than adequate." Then I ordered her to stand up! She looked at me with slight confusion in her eyes until I smiled and this time, it was her who was put at ease by my soft smile.
I told her that there would be no need for her to write anymore this weekend and that every consideration had been taken and all her needs would be met, as long as she promised to listen and learn. I had wanted to say "obey my every command" but I did not want to scare her off and lose whatever good we both might experience if this relationship were to progress like I'd hoped it would. My words seemed to put her even more at ease and she began to trust me. I sensed this and told her that I would never betray her faith in me. I also said that any good D/s relationship must begin with absolute trust; that both parties want the same thing, desire the same goals, destination and outcome. I asked her what she wanted out of a relationship with a "Dirty Old Man" like me? She "said" (signed) that she wanted to learn about "SEX!" Giving herself completely to a man she trusted NOT to hurt her, seemed like the best way to do that.
She was no virgin, she told me. She had had sex a few times but it was never very enjoyable. Her first time had been with a boy who came too quickly and she broke up with him shortly thereafter because, "he was an asshole!" (Her words, not mine.) The next boy wasn't much better. The third boy practically raped her by taking advantage of the fact that she was mute and couldn't cry for help by fucking her in the back room of the bookstore. He came in her and pulled out right before she was able to climax, herself. This was the same dickhead jock that was there the day we'd met. He'd been trying to convince her to let him do it again!
Seeing her signing this, I could see the rage in her body language. I calmly told her that she'd never need to deal with any of these boys again. And that she'd never have want for anything, sexually, for as long as she desired satisfaction of this sort. Of this, I was sure I could provide and I told her so. That same, warm smile crossed her face, as I told her to remain standing and "Lift your skirt up. I want to see how well you followed my instructions," I told her.
As Brookie stood before me, I could see her timidity take over and her face turned red with embarrassment. I told her reassuringly, that she need fear nothing when we were alone. She must have sensed my sincerity, for she appeared to resign herself to just have fun.
As soon as she lifted her skirt above her hips, I could see that she had, indeed, followed my instructions: Her pubis was shaved smooth, free of hair! My heart leaped with excitement as I asked her to take off the skirt and t-shirt; I wanted to see her completely nude. She complied after my very approving looks and comments. Her breasts are very tiny, just the way I like them and I told her so. Upon hearing that, she turned around, sensing that I wanted to see her bottom. Her ass is oh-so-nice and tight, yet still very soft and feminine! I could only choke out the words, "very nice." These words, however, seemed to give her enough confidence to walk over, throw her arms around my neck and hug me, kissing me on my cheek. Then she kissed my lips and we started kissing in earnest--Shoving our tongues deeply into each other's mouth; all the while her nipples got harder and harder! And I could definitely detect the odor of an excited pussy in my presence. I felt my cock get very stiff as we kissed, too... And I hadn't yet taken a Viagrow!
We broke our kiss and I asked her, straight out, "Are you willing to give over your body and will in order to learn more about yourself and your own limits than you've ever dreamed possible?" She just smiled and nodded her head.
I excused myself to go to the bathroom to take a viagrow and make sure the bedroom was ready. When I came back out to the dining room, I found Brookie in the kitchen, doing the dishes. I, smiling, thanked her then told her to stop, turn the water off and get her ass down the hall and into my bedroom! She followed me into the darkened room as I led her to the bed. I placed a blindfold over her eyes and turned on the lights. She proceeded to sign something which I couldn't understand but told her to trust that I knew what I was doing; which she did but with obvious trepidation.
I put her flat on her back on the bed. Then I took some soft, nylon rope that I'd attached to the legs of the bed and tied her arms and legs to the four corners. Once secured, I was free to take my time. I slowly took off my own clothes and grabbed a sheepskin mitten and started to rub her whole body---Fingertips, wrists, arms, underarms, shoulders, etc. etc.---down to her toes and the souls of her feet. This drove her mad with desire, I could tell, as her vagina started to leak copiously!
I purposely neglected Brookie's erogenous zones, as I wanted to prolong the torture and her pleasure until it hurt. That's the way I always break-in a new submissive: Tease them with Pleasure til they can't distinguish it from Pain (sort of the opposite from other Doms, I'm sure but, there you have it!)
This torture went on for 45 minutes; all the while I continued instructing my new, young friend that she was NOT allowed to cum until I gave her permission! She was straining to comply with my orders, I could tell: By the 30 minute mark I saw tears dripping down the sides of her face, past the blindfold. The poor thing really needed to climax but I kept telling her, "NO, DO NOT CUM!"
After that last 15 minutes she was delirious from the pleasure/pain so I took the fleece mitten off my hand and twisted her left nipple, which was as hard as a rock already but it became even harder. This torture brought her mind back to reality but before she fully regained her senses, I plunged a finger as deeply into her soaking cunt as it would go! All the way, up to the 3rd knuckle! Then I told her in a very quiet voice to cum.
She opened her mouth as if to scream and proceeded to shake like an 8.2-rictor-scale earthquake, that I'm sure would have caused a tsunami had we been anywhere near the Pacific Ocean!!! Luckily, she was still tied down to the bed or she would have thrown me from the bed! Meanwhile, she soaked my hand, my WHOLE hand, up to my wrist, with all of her girl-juices!