"Do you want to get into bondage and discipline sex or are you just going to talk about it? Are you going to submit to me and become my willing sex slave or not?" Jack harshly grills Veronica Rose over the phone.
She does not answer him. She does not respond to his demand that she unreservedly submit to him because she is a little apprehensive - afraid might be a better word. She's afraid of entering a world that she has never before entered, of doing something that she has only done once before; and even then she only allowed him to spank her ass for a few minutes.
That was a little over three weeks ago, ever since he told her about the threesome who had a sex party in the limousine as he drove them from the airport - assuming that he was telling the truth and not just making up some story in order to induce her to become his consensual sex slave.
Since then, she has discussed BDSM sex with Jack several times. They talked about several aspects of bondage and discipline, domination and subjugation and sadism and masochism, safe words, different types of role play scenes, spanking each other and other forms of sexual torture. But most importantly what role each would play in their scenes and how the scenes would pan out.
She wants him to dominate her, to make her his sexual submissive and to abuse her sexually. She wants him to sexually torture her and spank her naked ass, her thighs, her pussy, her stomach, her tits, the way he did last month. It will be her joy to surrender to him. But she does not know if she is quite ready for it yet. She doesn't know if she ready to completely surrender to him now or wait a little longer in order to learn more about it.
Just before she hangs up, she tells him that she will think about it and talk to him later about it. Talk is one thing, while actually submitting to him, to sadism and masochism, is something entirely different.
Three hours later, Veronica comes to a decision. She goes to his apartment and slowly climbs the long, hot stairwell to her lover's residence above the office of the limousine service company he works for. It is dark; the light at the top of the enclosed, windowless stairs is burned out. The only light enters through the window of the door at the bottom of the stairs and the outside light over the door. It's been over two months, she wonders if Jack is ever going to put a new bulb in the socket. The door leading into the apartment is to the right at the top of the stairwell.
She knows that he is waiting for her answer to the question he put to her earlier this afternoon, when they were discussing bondage and discipline sex on the phone. She knows too, that her Spanish lover wants her to totally submit to him - so that that he may serve her. But she is anxious over what she is about to do.
She raises her hand to knock but hesitates and lowers her hand. Her throat is dry. She thinks again about the step she is about to take into the world of bondage and discipline. She is uncertain because both she and Jack are new to B and D sex; one of the main reasons for her indecisiveness.
She takes a deep breath and resigns herself. She made her decision 20 minutes ago, why vacillate now? She knocks on Jack's door, knowing that she will begin her sexual slavery to him immediately upon his opening the door.
After what seems an eternity he opens the door. He is naked. His enormous circumcised manhood sticks out like a monolithic obelisk rising out of the dark forest of his pubic hair.
Veronica smiles. 'He must have been masturbating,' she says to herself. She knows he that likes to do it and he likes her to masturbate him. He also likes to masturbate her and watch her masturbate herself.
"May . . . may I come in?" she asks softly.
"Why?" he questions her scornfully while stroking his dick.
She kneels on the floor before him, bows her head and puts her hands behind her back in submission. She can see his erect cock, her prison tower, pointing directly at her face. She accepts the fact that she is a hostage to her own lustful passions.
"I want to be your sex slave . . . I . . . I want you to use me for your own sexual pleasure."
"You sound hesitant. Are you sure? Do you know what you are saying?"
"Yes, I know what . . ."
"Address me as Master," he interrupts her.
"Yes Master, I know what I'm doing. I want to prove my love for you by giving myself to you, by giving you my whole naked body for you to use or abuse as you please."
"Yes but what does that mean?" his comment is cold.
"It means that I must submit to you completely, Master and that I exist only for your pleasure and your sexual gratification."
"Anything else?" He continues.
"It means, Master, that you can fuck me anytime you want to and that I have to suck your dick anytime you want me to. It means that you can spank my naked ass if I displease you in any way or even if it just pleasures you to do so, Master."
"Stand up but keep your head and eyes cast down."
"Yes Master." As she rises she keeps her eyes glued on his erect manhood. She longs to take him into her hungry mouth, to suck his juices down into her parched throat and quench her thirst for the intoxicating wine that gushes forth from his cock. She needs to taste his ejaculate and feel its warmth on her lips, to smell the aroma of its pungent fragrance, to see his cum shoot from his cock and hear his grunt when he explodes. She is a slave to her own desires.
He notices that she has dressed especially for the occasion, putting on a special outfit that she purchased recently for his sexual pleasure. But in order to increase her humiliation and his domination of her, he orders her, "Take off your clothes and throw them into the corner there. You are not allowed into my chamber unless you are completely naked. They are nothing but rags anyway."
Veronica pulls a V-cut red knit blouse up over her head, revealing a red strapless lace bra with a black velvet border. The outline of her dark areola and nipples can just barely be seen through the material. She tosses the blouse into the corner, unhooks the large red button on the side of her black mini skirt and pulls down the zipper; its hem is embroidered with little red roses. Letting it fall to the floor, she steps out of it and kicks it to the side with her foot. She pauses for a moment so that her Master can see what she has put on just for his enjoyment.
