I left school that day and drove back to the adult book store in Seattle. On the drive, I settled on the leather paddle I'd seen earlier, but changed my mind when I saw what I learned is a riding crop. I was instantly hard thinking how disciplining my slave (and leaving a visible mark for her husband to see) would not only turn me on but excite her, as well. I had enough money to buy an inexpensive pair of leather hand restraints but had to pass on the more expensive pair I really wanted. These, along with a cheap blindfold, would do for now. Besides, if I decided they were that important, I'd simply order Karen to pay for them and that would be that. The thought of also financially controlling her brought yet another smile to my face.
The dynamic at school changed markedly the next day. "Mrs. Lyman" no longer looked me directly in the eye yet called on me every time I raised my hand no matter who else was talking or what was going on. I was even more pleased to see her wearing the white choker with the off-white pearl along with a pretty, long-sleeved sweater and short skirt. I'd made it clear I expected her to expand her wardrobe to include the skirts and sweaters I preferred. I felt my cock fill with fresh blood when I anticipated her obedient reaction to throw away one expensive dress after another as I revealed my dislike for them. Pantsuits? All soon to be gone. Flat shoes? In the trash. Only heels 3" or higher would be permitted and I decided right there I'd make her wear her in a bun unless we were together when it would be worn long and silky.
As I turned in my assignment, I penciled "Sa 7" in the upper right hand corner signifying when we would meet. I noticed the alarm in her eyes as she looked at the instructions as she sat silently at her desk as the other students filed out. "Is there a problem, slave?" I asked as the last person left.
"Master, my husband will be home this weekend," she said while continuing to look down at the stack of papers on her desk."
"Then that'll be your loss," I informed her. "You won't have the opportunity to be restrained with the new 'cuffs' I bought." I watched her tense with frustration and anticipation as I added, "That also means there won't be any new welt on your soft ass from the riding crop I picked up to discipline you with." I heard her gasp as she inhaled sharply.
"Master, I'll figure something out. I promise. Please, please come to my house and have your way with me. Nothing could be worse than the pain of not feeling the love of your discipline."
I smiled. Kids from her next class were trickling in as I quietly said, "Good girl. I will reward your loyalty. You will lucky to be able to sit down Monday after the beating your soft ass is going to take. Even walking may prove difficult after the repeated pounding I'm going to give your sweet pussy." I heard her purr softly and bent down to ask, "Are you wet, slave?"
"Yes, master. I'm drenched."
"You may look at me. When you do, smile and wish me a good weekend." Karen obediently raised her head, turned toward me and said, "Have a good weekend, Cal. I'll see you soon?" I smiled a devilish smile and walked away.
I read as much as I could find on master-slave relationships and was finishing a particularly interesting chapter when my other fetish hit me like a bolt of lightning. I was hugely turned on by attractive women who smoked who white-filtered cigarettes. I nearly came in my jeans as I contemplated getting Karen to start smoking for me. I initially dismissed the thought telling myself I was lucky to have found a woman this compliant as my first slave and not to push her to a point where she'd call the entire relationship off. Then again, I'd played some poker with my dad and his friends and I was familiar with concepts like "all in" and decided I'd at least make a large "continuation bet" before going all in with a demand she become a smoker. Perhaps just enough to turn me on by watching her would be enough. Then again...
As I got ready for our date I dressed in a clean pair of Levis, a dark red tee shirt, and the black leather jacket I'd gotten for my 18th birthday. I combed my thick dark hair and was satisfied with the way the last year of weightlifting had contoured my young body. I wasn't an arrogant guy, but I did finally admit there might be something Karen saw in me that was simply irresistible to a woman her age. Rock-hard abs, softball shoulders, and a thick, wide chest. Below that hung a cock that was at least above average in length and girth and it made sense that this lonely, beautiful woman desperately needed a younger lover to help her recapture her youth. For her, the bonus was finding one who understood her most secret desire to be controlled. "A classic 'win-win' for both of us," I said to myself.
On the way to Karen's home, I wondered how she'd managed to dispose of her husband for the entire evening. I was content with knowing that was HER problem, not mine. As I drove through our small town, I stopped at a convenience store and walked to the counter. This was a place where people I didn't know, and more importantly didn't know me, worked. As I approached the 20-something guy behind the counter he said, "How can I help you?" I looked at the seemingly endless choice of cigarettes behind him before finally replying.
"A pack of Virginia Slim menthol lights, please. Oh, and a white Bic lighter, too." He rang them up, put them in a plastic bag, and handed it to me as he thanked me for my purchase. My heart raced as I imagined Karen dressed in a gorgeous new sweater, short skirt, 4" heels, and jewelry that included her new collar. There were so many options. Would I immediately order her to lift her skirt and leave a bright red welt or would I begin by being gentle? A long, French kiss as a reward for her obedience followed by simply showing her the new restraints was a more appealing option although I reserved the right to use the crop if the urge struck me.
Even more exciting was watching her take a long, white cigarette from the pack and inhale for the first time in her life, knowing I was witnessing the transformation of a lifelong non smoker into a woman who would be addicted to nicotine for the rest of her life. I had to think of something else to fight off the urge to cum from just visualizing all of these new possibilities. What made it even better was knowing Karen was filled with anticipation wondering what I might do to her or require her to do. I'd learned that the most rewarding aspect of a BDSM relationship for the slave was to abandon control of his or her own life and give it up completely to a trusted master. Adrenaline surged through my body as I pulled into her driveway.
