Her mouth dropped open in surprised astonishment at such an outrageous command. He smirked inwardly, but reached out a long finger and pushed her chin until her mouth snapped shut. Looking directly into her frightened eyes, his voice took on a low and commanding tone. "You will do this for me. If not, we'll get back in the car and return to the club and Peter's car." He said nothing else, but with calm assurance studied her face.
Every thought was apparent on her young, guileless face. He could see her internal turmoil -- I'm not taking off my clothes in front of them right here in a garage she rebelled! Then you want to leave, her mind asked itself. I'm not leaving, she knew that much for sure. This is so exciting -- he's so commanding, so thrilling. Then take off your clothes, her mind suggested. That's just too humiliating -- I'd be SO embarrassed. Isn't that part of the thrill, her wicked little self asked? Slowly timidly she began to slip off her blouse.
"Excellent," Rick smiled patting her check in a thoroughly condescending gesture. "Place them neatly on the car -- careful not to scratch my finish. Oh, and leave on the ridiculous little shoes," indicating her murderously high heels. He turned and walked into the house, confident that she and Peter would follow.
"Hurry up," Peter encouraged, grabbing her blouse out of her hands to fold it neatly.
"You could help me," Patty hissed.
"I am helping you he said," folding her skirt and placing it neatly on the blouse.
Rick slowed, aware of their whispered conversation and when he sensed they were about to enter the house began to stroll through the kitchen to the basement door. "Mind the stairs, they are quite steep." he instructed turning on the light. When Peter and Patty arrived breathlessly behind him he was unlocking a door in the basement. He winked over his shoulder and said, "This is my very special playroom." Patty startled as she heard the lock snick behind them. "I had it specially constructed when I bought the house. It's totally soundproofed behind all this lovely used brick." His hand traveled gently from her waist down her ass as he said, "you could scream for days, no one would hear you." The light was dim and had a red quality. He watched her eyes widen as she stared around his dungeon. He saw her gaze flit over the large dark cabinets, saw her shy away from even looking at the many devices that lined the walls, watched her scent the air, could she smell the well-oiled leather, the brandy...the fear?
Rick walked to a cabinet, removed something dark and came to stand close to Patty's trembling form. "Now, for the next lesson, extend your arms," he commanded. Patty obeyed and he locked thick leather bands around each wrist. He observed her reaction closely and was neither surprised nor disappointed to see her calm visibly. He saw her pulse rate slow, her breathing become slower and deeper, felt some of the rigid tension leave her body.
"Do you see it Peter," Rick asked as he applied similar bands to each ankle. "There is something about the cuffs, even before they are hooked to anything else...I don't know if it's the smell of the leather, or the weight of the cuffs, or the tinkle of the metal loops, but something about them calms a true submissive. It's magical and totally beyond her control. Maybe her subconscious knows that she's in the presence of a true dominant and she can finally surrender." He looked into Patty's startled face and bent to gently kiss her surprised mouth.
"So Peter," Rick said walking to a pillar at the center of the room. "Bondage is an art. There are as many styles and techniques as there are Doms. We each have our favorite, but each situation calls for a unique approach. In this case, I'm looking for something that is firm enough to thrill our little slut without being too complicated. I'm also concerned about the fact that she's never been tied up before. Isn't that true my little cum-slut," he asked absently stroking Patty's breast. "I know she's fantasized about it, and we want to make sure it lives up to her expectations. We also want to be sure it's something she can sustain. I'm not sure how long she'll be up and she is, after all untried." Reassuringly he stroked the other breast.
It was so handy to have Peter present to talk to. He knew it infuriated and humiliated her to be spoken about as if she wasn't present. He also knew she was too terrified to utter a squeak.
The whole time he'd been talking, Rick had been attaching a bar horizontal to the pillar. This was done very quickly -- his equipment was designed for spontaneous choice and everything he needed was always close at hand. He casually took hold of one of Patty's cuffs and hooked it to one end of the bar. Before she had time to mutter a protest, he had the other wrist hooked near the other end of the bar. Her arms were spread as wide as possible, but she was able to support her elbows on the bar. She tugged forcibly on each cuff, pulling hard with her arms and then the leverage of her body. Rick was pleased to see that she tested the bondage thoroughly as it saved him the trouble of doing it. "Wait!" Patty protested. "I didn't say ... I never agreed... I didn't mean..."
"Yes, my precious little CUNT," Rick spoke harshly over her complaint. "You did agree and I'll hear no more from you without permission. If you don't stop this whining, I'll have to gag you. Or maybe that's what you want," he purred stroking her cheek. She shook her head frantically, tossing her long hair back and forth. "All right, then we'll hold off on the gag for now. I'd rather hear you scream anyway," he said casually reaching for a metal bar. As he knelt at her feet, attaching the 2 foot rod to each of her ankles, he could see the effect of his comment. This naive little slut was wondering if she was going to get more than she bargained for -- more than she believed she could handle. He watched her struggle in earnest, trying to kick away from the spreader bar. He watched the dawning horror on her face as she felt the vulnerability, the exposure.
He stepped back to admire his handiwork and to savor the moment. This moment was precious, when a woman realizes that she's in it for real -- there is no escape. And suddenly she's not sure she wants to go through with it. If she could just get away she'd run screaming into the night. She looked magnificent. Well, every woman in bondage looks magnificent, but this young innocent one especially so. Her breasts, so firm and so round, were heaving. But in spite of her fear, her nipples were hard little points that he couldn't wait to sink his teeth into. As her legs and hips bucked he knew that in just a moment he'd discover that her cunt was wet. Yes, he could smell her arousal. But it was time to calm her before she hurt herself.
He stepped close to her exposed and vulnerable form and embraced her. Wrapping his arms firmly around her trembling, heaving body, drawing her head into his chest. "Shh," he whispered in her ear. "You're all right. You're safe, I've got you. Nothing bad is going to happen. Do you believe me," he asked drawing back to look at her face? Slowly, tentatively she began to shake her head. "You don't believe me?" he said incredulously, smiling warmly into her terrified face. He gently kissed her trembling mouth. "Do you remember your colors," he asked? "Ah, now she remembers," he chuckled watching the calmness come over her face. "Color," he demanded.
She took a deep and tremulous breath. Her voice was almost a sob as she became a willing participant in her degradation and humiliation. Her face flushed in embarrassment as she whispered, "gr...gr...green."
"I know," he replied. "Look how wet my whore is." His hand dipped to her cunt and he brought a slick finger up to her face. "Smell my bitch," he said holding the finger under her nose. Her face became even more flushed, although he didn't think that was possible. Her lips trembled in her mortification. "Taste my bitch," he said rubbing her own slime against her lips and pushing the finger into her mouth. "Suck it," he commanded. "Suck yourself off my fingers. I know how much you want it. You can't hide from me he said as she obeyed and tasted herself on his hand. I'll give you what you want -- what both of us want," he whispered as his mouth closed over hers. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. His hands fisted in her hair pulling her head back and trapping her mouth against his. His tongue invaded the softness, tasting the sweetness of her juices on her own tongue. He hammered the sweet space in a parody of intercourse -- fucking her mouth while she sucked eagerly, moaning and growling her need into his mouth. "Now," he said finally lifting his head from her eager mouth, "I think we can move on."
