Part Two: Training
Ariele is dizzy under his lewd stares, she lets her breath out slowly, feeling the ground underneath her move slightly. Intake of hot breath, She almost tripped leaning to far to the left.
He caught her in his strong embrace, and held her body close to his for a few moments before lowering himself down and untying the leather straps that bound her ankles together. Demure sounds form a sentence.
"Thank you, Sir."
His eyes light up momentarily giving his true feelings for her away, but she wasn't paying attention to the wide eyed puppy dog looks.
"Good girl." Was his only reply.
He began circling around her body again, his riding crop drawing up between the crack of her butt, and around each nipple, causing them to become erect and wanting attention.
Unconsciously she has had a fantasy about being a love slave for years, but never had the guts to seek out a real experience.
Some how what she thought would happen, and what was really about to happen was a very different scenario in her mind.
Every nerve on her body was responding to his every touch. Whether it be with his bare well manicured fingertips or the end of the black leather riding crop. Her body was igniting, with embers burning in her pussy, dripping on her white cotton panties.
Soft moans escape her lips. She looks at him desperately. "Please, Sir, what ever you do, please don't hurt me! I have children, I have family. I have friends that love me!"
Once again he leans in her lithe body, letting his nose take in her scent.
"Ariele, all of your friends are aware of this little journey that you and I are going to travel together. Starting now!"
His tones boom in her body, and before she knows what's happening, his lips press firmly against her. His mouth opening over hers, and his tongue probing out, seeking the sweetness of her tongue. Suckling on it, both tongues swirl and dance together as moment pass.
Fires exchanging and igniting within his loins and hers, both of them feeling the spark of electricity between them. Flickers burning hotter now for both of them.
Not knowing that each of them are on the same page, the flirting begins.
She spreads her legs trying to balance her stance, having her arms still tied behind her, with pleading looks she asks him.
"Please Sir, I promise not to try and runaway, but can you please loosen or unbind my wrists?"
Ariele turns her body around, to let him see how red her wrists are getting. He almost screams and startles her.
"Sam!"
A man the size of a mountain come bailing in the room.
"Yes Boss?"
"Why are her wrists red? Did I not specifically request she not be hurt?"
Micheal looks at his employee with a disappointed angered expression.
"Yes Boss, you did."
"Then why is she hurting? Get the ice, and a something to wrap up her wrists with. On second thought, bring me two ace bandages?"
Ariele was relieved when she heard him speak so concerned for her welfare.
Sam came back into the room, offered Micheal the crushed ice packs and two pink ace bandages as he had requested.
"You may be excused until further notice Sam, and I am very displeased by the way her wrists look. I am holding you accountable for them."
"Yes, Boss Sir."
Sam leaves the day room. Off to take care of his masters requests of the day.
Micheal takes Arieles' hand and guides her to sit on a divan. He places both of her hands on his lap. She stares at him, taking him in. Wondering what kind of man is he, one that can be both a fierce kidnapper and a kind gentle man.
Her interests for him grew immediately as she watched him tend to her sore wrists. Just his warm touch and gentle massaging of tigers balm made them feel better.
His eyes meet hers while he wraps each wrist. Tenderly and patiently placing the ice over her small wrist, and then bandaging each one slowly, making sure it wasn't wrapped too tightly. Following the instructions of how to wrap a limb on the back of the package.
She laid back against the divan, and then he looked at her, intent on reading her thoughts, and realizing that she was too comfortable, she needed to be taught still that he was the one in control.
He pulls her to a stand and takes her down several stairs and stone hallways, to a door that was locked tight when they stood in front of it.
"This is the dungeon."
"This will be your new home."
Shocked looks of disbelief standing outside the room, she had no idea that on the other side of the door was her dream room, with every thing she had ever desired.
He had gone to great lengths and spent an unmentionable amount of money making sure that every one of her sexual desires will be satiated in the next coming weeks.
"I am not afraid." She states adamantly.
"No need to be, for you will be at peace once I have this door open." He pried the key into the lock and turned it. The heavy door bolted open after the lock was released.
Inside is a queen size captains bed, the drawers under the mattress all filled with sexy lingerie from Victoria Secrets. All of her favorite dress up outfits being replaced, silk stockings galore, garter belts, corsets, heels, teddies, baby doll jammies, and a drawer full of sex toys.
Night stands on each side of the four poster captains bed. Huge posters, that with the right equipment can be used for hours and hours of teasing pleasure. Wicked grins as he thinks of what he will do to her. A swing hangs above the bed.
He takes her hand and leads her into the vast room. Lighting candles to shed light in the darkness. Inside was not at all what she had expected. Instead was this beautiful boudoir that was full of sensual gifts and erotic torture devices.
Her eyes lit up when she saw the hot tub in the corner. She turned her head to look at him, a smile creeping on his face quickly disappears when their eyes meet.
A narrowed glare at her, as he surveys her body in one long hungry state.
Realizing that he has waited long enough to get what he wants. He reaches for her wrists, removing the bandages and ice, inspecting them to make sure she can endure hours of bondage.
"I see your hands have recovered Little One."
"Yes Sir, they feel much better. Thank you."
He gently guides her to the wall. He removes her silk blouse, and unhooks the lace bra, sliding it down her arms and tossing it into a hamper in the far left corner of the stone room.
