Rick was still riding the high on the restaurant scene as they strolled into the house. But he'd also been thinking it was time for some conversation. So he steered her into the formal dining room and sat her down near the corner of the large table. He sat at the head of the table angling their chairs so they were facing each other across the corner of the table. He drew her hands to the top of the table so he could hold them in his own. He didn't seem to be able to keep his hands off her.
Her expression was confused as she looked around the elegant, but normal dining area. He waited until her eyes settled on his and said, "We just need to talk."
"About what," she asked, willing but confused.
"Normally," he began, "when a dom and a sub come together, they negotiate some rules...set some boundaries."
"A dom?" she asked.
Realizing that this terminology about his lifestyle was unfamiliar to her, he slowed down. "I'm a dominant -- someone who becomes sexually aroused from bending another, a submissive, to his will. You are clearly a submissive -- someone who becomes sexually aroused by surrendering your will to another." He paused to watch her absorb his words...familiar words but with a whole new definition. He watched as she considered and agreed...watched her accept the label of submissive. Yes, she was a submissive. He watched her put it on as she might a garment in a dressing room...considering...did it fit? Did she like the way it looked? Then saw the moment that she not only accepted but embraced what she had known all her life -- she was a submissive.
"Then why do we need to negotiate?"
"D/s is only the beginning. There are tools that allow us to experience this power shift. They include, but are in no way limited to, sex, humiliation, bondage, pain, public displays...well the list is endless. Have you really never looked any of this up on the internet?" When she shook her head, he laughed and pulled his chair closer so he could touch her face. "You are such an innocent."
"I will," she suddenly asserted. "I'll learn everything I need to know about being a good...submissive," she tasted the word for the first time in her mouth, "whatever I need to know to make you happy."
"No," he commanded firmly, "no research, no websites, no chat rooms. I'll teach you what I want you to know."
"Oh good," she sighed wrapping her arms around his neck and allowing him to pull her into his lap. She curled there as content as a kitten. "I was hoping you'd say that." She began to nuzzle his neck, laying a stream of gentle wet kisses along his neck, slowly working her way up until she bit softly at his earlobe.
"All right," he laughed, standing up with her securely in his arms. "We'll just have to discover your limits along the way." When he reached the door to the basement, he simply threw her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry keeping one arm secured across her knees. When she squirmed, he gave her ass a firm swat. "Be still, he commanded, "it won't do either of us any good to fall down the stairs."
He set her on her feet outside the door to the dungeon. "Never," he said in his deep, serious voice, "do you ever enter the dungeon with clothes on."
"You want me to take off my clothes...right here?"
He didn't reply.
She swallowed, took a deep breath and then turned her back to him. Sliding her hair over her shoulder she presented her back and asked, "Would you unzip me? Please sir," she added softly.
He allowed his fingers to caress the soft skin at the top of her dress. Then, very slowly, lowered the zipper his warm fingers sliding down the naked flesh exposed as the zipper traveled down her spine. All too soon the journey ended at the small of her back, just as it curved out toward her ass. Slowly his hand traveled back up her spine. This time he dragged his nails lightly causing her to shiver and goose flesh to erupt in the wake of his hands. When he reached the top, he dropped his hand and waited.
She turned gracefully holding the bodice against her chest. Looking directly into his eyes she slid the thin straps down her shoulder releasing her arms one at a time. She gazed at him for a long moment then released the dress and allowed it to fall to her feet. Her eyes fell along with the dress, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She was entirely naked now except for her fuck-me shoes, strappy little sandals on absurdly high heels. She looked magnificent, a precious shade of pink, breasts swaying slightly as she trembled.
He drank her in for a few moments then commanded, "Step back." She obediently stepped out of the pool of fabric encircling her feet. "Pick up the dress." She bent to retrieve the garment her breasts falling and her ass lifting high into the air. As she straightened he indicated a convenient hook and said, "hang it there." She spent a few moments hanging the dress. Zipping the garment and fussily arranging it as she might a precious gown in her own closet. He allowed her this time knowing she was remembering what had happened in his dungeon the night before...building the anticipation before they stepped through the portal again. She bent to unclasp the shoes, but his sharp, "Leave them," had her straightening. She simply stood with her arms at her sides and looked at him. He unlocked the door and gestured her in.
