Me the Master and Itten

This is a slow roll, but there are some delicious discussions to set the scene. There will be more sexual play in Part 2

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Part 1 - Negotiation

My Mistress had told me to be there early and instead I was five minutes late which made me sweaty and annoyed at myself. My phone showed 2:05 pm. FUCK.

In my defense, I couldn't find a place to park my bike outside of the loft building and had to ride around to find a nearby bakery where they had the most amazing smelling scones. I'm going to have to get some of those because damn those things smelled good. Something almond and white chocolate. Whatever. It looked delicious. Then when I got into the building I got so turned around by the numbers on the second floor. And then...

I'm making excuses. The truth is, I was late. She had asked me to be on time to meet him and I had failed her.

I made it to 232, it had a large door rolling door that was slightly ajar. I took a deep breath, settled myself and knocked. No answer. But I could hear classical music playing which made me think it would be hard for him to hear. So knocked again trying to be louder. Still no response. At the third knock, I peeked through the door and pushed it slightly saying "Hello?"

The music quieted and I saw a man's face pop out of the doorway of what looked to be a kitchen area in the back right corner of the loft. He was wiping his hands on a towel and wearing an apron.

"Ahh. You're here." He glanced at the clock. "Welcome, please come in." He stayed in the kitchen area, seemingly taking off his apron, I could hear him moving things around. "Please come in and take your shoes off."

I slipped off my sandals and put them neatly next to the door. My palms were sweating.

He emerged from the kitchen area with a tray bearing a teapot and some cookies and set it on the table between the front door and the kitchen. "Shut the door if you would please. Wouldn't want the kitten to get out."

He was a good looking man, if you go for that sort of thing. He had sandy hair and wide open, inquisitive eyes that seemed to catch everything. He wasn't tall, but he was physically fit with a toned body and a calm demeanor.

"I'm sure you know that you are a few minutes late. But you are here." He looked me up and down and I was immediately flustered.

"I'm really sorry Sir, I'm really. I am sorry. It won't happen again. I got turned around and... I'm... I am sorry..."

He crooked his head as I stammered and waited for me to finish while continuing to look me over.

"I accept your apology. Generally speaking I do not like tardiness. But I appreciate your contrition." He smiled.

"Take off your jacket and put down your bag, there are hooks to the side of the door. You can take your shoes off and leave them in the rack. Then we'll have tea." I was wearing a modest T-shirt dress with a chunky scarf and a jean jacket and I was feeling pretty good about my look for the day. It felt comfortable sexy.

As I hung my things up, I noticed a neat area to the left of the door with tools and shop tables lined up. It looked like an art studio, but without paintings, just wooden things. The air smelled faintly of sawdust and oil. To the far end, there was a shag carpet and old fashioned couch and chair set with a mess of blankets on top. To the side of that was what looked like an entrance to a bedroom.

"I'd give you the tour, but you can see most of it from where you are." He said watching me with a smile as I looked around.

I bit my lip. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be nosy" I walked to the table.

"Nothing to worry about. Please be seated. Let me get you some peppermint tea." He said pouring from the teapot into a mug in front of me. "Would you like sugar?"

"No, no thank you Sir." He paused and looked at me.

"I like that you call me Sir. Master would also be appropriate, if you wish." He smiled and hummed pouring himself a mug and stirring in a spoonful of sugar. I sat down on the bench on my side of the table feeling like a small child at the kid's table for Thanksgiving. He gestured at the cookies and I took one, nibbling at the side.

"I'd like to talk to make sure we both understand our arrangement. Then if we're both ok going forward, we can set a time and date for our first scene."

He sipped the tea. I finished the cookie, it was something lemony and light.

"Your Mistress has told me that while she is gone for the next two months, you need someone to give you pain. She said that it helps you with anxiety and that having regular sessions is one of the things that has been beneficial for your mental health. She wants to make sure that you're taken care of while she is gone. She also requested that I communicate with her about the scenes we do and that everything that you and I do be open to conversation with her as you two will still be talking on the phone once a week. She also said that while you usually have sex with her during your sessions with her, that you are not interested in sex with a man. How am I doing so far?"

"Yes, Sir. That's all correct. I... I don't want to have sex with you... with any man. But I do like to be... I need... I need to have pain, it makes things so much better for me. It feels like wiping the slate clean and I'm really, I'm grateful to my Mistress for helping me... for helping me see what I need. It's really cathartic and I'm grateful not to have to give it up while Mistress is traveling in South America."

"So I will want to talk to you about the kind of pain and catharsis that you want, but before we do that, I want to make sure we address my attraction. When your mistress asked me, I did tell her that it was possible that I would be turned on by you. I am heterosexual, and seeing you today confirms that I do find you attractive. That means it's quite possible during a scene with you I may become aroused and may need to take care of my needs. I won't need you to participate, but just like you, I typically play with sex involved. I'd like to make sure my desire isn't going to be a problem for our play. I know you prefer not to be with men."

I was surprised by how quickly he had moved right into attraction and the details of what we were doing. Mistress had taken some time where we got to know each other. But here we were, jumping right into the thick of it. He had gotten the picture so quickly.

"No, I don't think so Sir. I've... I've never done it but I... what bothers me is insertion. I've had..." She took a deep breath and then looked up into his eyes. "I've had bad experiences with men. And I don't want anyone to insert anything inside me except for Mistress."

He paused and waited with his full attention. "I'm sorry that you've had bad experiences. Thank you for telling me. I really don't want to cause you any more harm. What do I need to know to keep you safe?"

"No inserting anything in my mouth or my pussy or ass. If it's something we're doing as a part of the scene like putting a plug or a gag or a dildo in, I can do it myself. As long as I can do it myself and I'm able to use my safe word, I will be ok."

"Ok, let me make sure I got it. You want to insert things yourself if we're using any toys and you want to make sure you can use your safe word at all times. Both of those things sound absolutely clear and I can agree to them without issue."

"Yes, that works Sir."

"And how would you feel if during part of the scene I was to pleasure myself. I wouldn't be touching you or needing you to do anything during that. Nor would I ejaculate on you. It's just that giving a submissive pain can be incredibly arousing to me."

"I... I think if I wasn't touching you or needing to be involved, it would be ok. I've never really done that before."

"Ok we can put that down as a maybe and I can ask you if it's ok with you. You can always say no. Also it's always ok to use your safeword or asking to pause or end a scene. You'll never get in trouble for that."

"Got it Sir."

"Excellent. Now let's talk about what you'd like in the scene, what kind of pain you like and what other kinds of boundaries you need to feel safe and comfortable."

We talked for a while longer as we sipped our tea and ate cookies. He was really easy to talk to and seemed eager to hear what I wanted, what turned me on and what he could do to ensure my comfort. He asked about what I liked as far as being naked or clothed (I like being stripped bare, though it does make me nervous), if I liked to be talked to during a scene (I love description and some degradation) and what words I like to be called (I like little girl, sweet girl and slut - I'm not a fan of whore or bitch). He asked if I liked praise and I told him oh yes and then blushed. We talked about what implements I like and he said he'd like to try things out and get feedback as we went along. I said that sounded good to me.

He clearly wanted to do a good job and to make sure I left feeling endorphins and not more pain than I bargained for. I got the impression that he knew my Mistress and didn't want to disappoint her. I wondered about their story but figured I'd have to learn about that another day. Maybe she'd be willing to tell me after she came back from her epic adventure in Patagonia.

He refilled our mugs from the teapot and asked a few more questions about what kind of aftercare I needed (blankets, the option to snuggle and sometimes tea), what my safe words were (yellow for slow down, red for stop) and how I wanted to feel after the scene (tired and with a clearer head).

He asked what questions I had for him. I took a minute and sipped the last of the tea, feeling the need to pee. But I did have one question. "Why? Why do you do this? What is the benefit for you?" He seemed self conscious as I watched him. He raked his fingers through his short wavy blonde hair and smiled back at me. I hadn't noticed the dimple before now.

"Mmmm. It changes with every person I do a scene with, but the common pattern is that I really really love seeing a woman submit to me. I love watching her body shift and change for me. I love peeling back layers of her to get at the part she hides away and sometimes feels ashamed of. I love seeing that tender place exposed and for it to be incredibly, beautifully raw. Women are so fucking strong and when I have a woman submit to me, I get the privilege of seeing her take off everything and I coax her into showing me what is most vulnerable. It's a huge rush. And it's also a massive turn on for me too." He paused.

"I won't lie to you. My guess is that I will be very turned on when you and I play. It's not just that you are beautiful, which you are, it's that you have a vulnerability and a kind of submissiveness that I love working with. I normally play with some kind of sexual energy. I know you do not normally have that with men and I can be respectful of that. But I do get off on it."

"Which brings me to one more thing before we continue. I need to introduce you to Kitten. She is often here, and may also be here during our scenes. It's possible with both of your consent to include her but it's not required."

He pursed his lips and made a kissing noise. And from the bedroom I heard a rustling noise and a naked woman with a tail and cat ears came out from the doorway. She stretched as if she didn't care that we were there and that was when I noticed her hands were tied up in little mittens. She gracefully knelt down on the floor and crawled toward us as if she had decided it was time for her to come where we were sitting and he hadn't just called her.

My heart skipped a beat. She was utterly beautiful. Pale brown skin with wild, curly brown hair and a slender figure with what looked like a very curvy ass. Her face was sweet and her eyes large and dark framed by lush lashes. As she sat down on the floor beside Sir, she nuzzled his thigh as he pet her shoulder and back. "There's my little kitten" he crooned towards her. I felt bewildered and also incredibly turned on.

She was gorgeous, all lithe line and her high small breasts were topped by raspberry nipples. I wanted her. I imagined kissing, licking and sucking her everywhere. Kissing those lips, worshipping that stomach, those nipples. At the same time, I felt a pit of nervousness in my gut. She was so much prettier than me. Where she was dancer lines and grace, I was bubbles and overly generous curves. I couldn't possibly compete, I couldn't possibly be as good at any of this as a girl like that. She is so pretty, and so graceful and I'm... not.

She looked over at me and smiled a breathtaking smile as he tucked a bit of her wild hair back and skritched her scalp. My throat got dry and I'm sure I was breathing faster. She wouldn't - couldn't possibly be interested in me. But dear God she was beautiful. I wanted so much to touch her and please her. But beautiful women like that would never be... I wasn't... I'm not good enough...

Sir must have noticed something because he kissed kitten on the top of her head and gestured for her to go lie down on the sofa. She crawled over to the sofa, hips shifting as she crawled, her bubble ass waving and displaying her shaved pussy and asshole. She was wearing a tail around her waist that slipped to the side as she crawled. She knew we were watching her and she settled onto the couch like she owned the place.

He turned back at me and looked me over. "What were you just thinking when you saw Kitten? Your face changed expression"

I didn't really want to say but I took a deep breath. "She's... she's really pretty and I didn't... I don't... I'm not..."

When I stopped talking he leaned over and said "Could you take another breath for me and then continue?" It was in his Dom voice. I took a deep breath and then another.

"I am really attracted to her, and with women who turn me on I tend to not think I am worthy. For instance, I really adore Mistress and it took... it took me a long time to believe I was worthy of her attention."

Sir sat back with a smile on his face. "Ahh good girl. Thank you for being honest. I am glad you find her attractive. We can work on your sense of worthiness if you would like. How do you feel about including her in our scenes? Would that be ok with you? With your Mistress?"

I stumbled and mumbled. "Uhmmm Mistress and I are not exclusive. And I would really really... I mean if she is interested... I just... don't expect."

He smiled again. "Take a breath. I want to hear the full sentences of what you have to say. Take your time."

I breathed, off kilter yet again by this man. Taking my time and finding my center I said. "I would be interested in being with her and Mistress and I do not have an exclusive arrangement. I would like to talk with Mistress about it. But I do not expect she will object. If anything, she'd likely be pleased. I would... I would really be interested in... in playing with Kitten if she would be interested in playing with me."

"I'll talk with Kitten about it and hear what she has to say and she will give her consent when we are not playing. She will also not do anything without permission from me and she will have the same parameters that you and I have unless you say otherwise."

His face quirked at me. "I think you and she might have a really nice time though. You should know that this kitten is a sweet, horny little thing. She's very playful and really likes to be touched and cared for. She's not a pain slut like you are, but I imagine she will be interested in seeing you get your endorphin highs from the pain I give you."

"Would you like Kitten to watch you while you are beaten?" He leaned forward in his chair while saying the simple lightning bolt of a question. The words were electricity straight my cunt.

"Oh, yes, Sir." He smiled and I squirmed. I was admitting that I wanted a beautiful woman to watch as he beat me. I could tell she was listening.

"Like I said, I'll talk to her about what her desires are. My guess is that she'll like seeing you be my little pain slut. She may pretend to be an aloof little thing but she's always wet and ready, she's only very rarely naughty and the thing she loves more than anything else is suckling and licking cream."

I heard a very breathy "meow" from the couch and my panties suddenly were very very wet.