The rainy winter weather prevented them from sharing an activity that they both loved, hiking. The best they could do were some long walks on urban trails within the city. They made plans to go on longer hikes in the Cascades when summer arrived.
The weekend play sessions mellowed somewhat. They were getting to know each other's responses and knew how to turn each other on with an easy comfort. If they had been out late, they would typically come home to snuggle in the big bed and enjoy nice warm lovemaking. Not that they were vanilla or anything! Cole still loved slapping her tits and ass before he held her down for a nice slow ravishing. Monica still liked to have him get rough and dominant before she was ready for penetration.
As they had agreed earlier, they spent several Friday evenings watching foreign films and arty films by American directors. Monica watched the entertainment media carefully to see when the most promising films would be released. Her knowledge of non-mainstream films was astonishing. She managed to enjoy films that put Cole to sleep. Sometimes only the good photography kept him awake. He could appreciate good cinematography, even if the plot was incomprehensible. None of it really mattered, since he was with Monica and he was in love.
The other part of their early agreement was that he would teach her to shoot. Specifically, handguns. This was not quite as easy as going to the movies. Monica had absorbed a fear of guns from the general culture that she was immersed in during her school years as well as the sophisticated urban environment that she entered after graduating from college. Fortunately, she had read some feminist literature that urged women to buy guns and learn to use them skillfully for their own empowerment.
Another thing that encouraged her was the fact that guns were everywhere when she was growing up in Idaho and she associated them with masculinity. Seeing Cole handling a firearm like he respected it and knew how to use it, made her wet and subby.
On a cold and misty Saturday morning at the outdoor pistol range, he taught her to use a .38 caliber revolver. She turned out to be pretty good at it, although there was still a voice inside her head that made her feel guilty for learning. Cole was a good shot with the .38, but he preferred a .45 semi-automatic. She was stunned to see him produce a flurry of rather large holes in the small vital areas of the cardboard silhouette targets.
After the lesson, when they were sitting in a warm restaurant, he explained that he often carried a pistol when he went into areas that he considered risky.
"I've had a permit for years. It's nothing unusual these days," he said. "Any adult citizen can get a concealed weapon permit if they're willing to go through the process. I had to have my fingerprints taken and wait for a background check, of course. They look for any history of mental illness or criminal activity. It takes a couple of months."
Monica seemed a bit surprised. "I didn't know it worked that way. I thought you had to be someone special, like a politician or something."
"When I lived in L.A., only the politicians, celebrities and rich people were given permits. I like this system much better," he said.
Leaving the restaurant, they returned to the house for an afternoon of unusually intense lovemaking.
One weekend, they agreed to schedule a serious play session in the dungeon. Monica prepared herself by shaving every hair from her svelte body below the neck. Cole prepared by putting up the leather sling in one corner of the dungeon. The sling was suspended from the ceiling at waist height and was designed to allow someone to lie face up on it with their weight comfortably supported. Except for their arms and legs, that is. The limbs were typically raised and spread, then fastened with leather cuffs to the four chains that suspended the sling.
In the bedroom, he slowly undressed her and kissed every square inch of her smooth skin. He put the comfortable leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. After a period of rough kissing and fondling, he led her down the stairs to the dungeon and helped her onto the sling. When he raised her legs to fasten them to the support chains, she was quite surprised to see how her ass and cunt were hanging just off the edge of the leather platform. She had never quite felt such a feeling of exposure and vulnerability. Her wrists were soon attached above her head.
He knelt down between her spread and upraised legs and began to lightly kiss the area around her clitoris. Then, he started pushing gently on the sling to make it swing backwards and forward just a few inches. He placed his lips in position at the farthest point of travel and waited for her moistening cunt to come to him for more little kisses and nibbles.
Reaching for a soft blindfold with an elastic band, he kissed her mouth softly for a few moments before placing it around her head, cutting off her vision. She detected a slight hint of her own natural scent on his lips. She could not see him look at his watch.
"Do you trust me, little subby girl?"
"You know I do darling... I mean Master." she said in a dreamy voice.
"That's good, Little One, because we're going to move a step forward tonight. You must trust me now. There's nothing to worry about. I have good reason to think that you're going to enjoy this and I know that I will. I expect you to remain calm and accept whatever happens. Will you do that for me?"
"I'm fine Master, go ahead. You know I love surprises."
"I think I have a good one for you this time. I'm going to go upstairs for just a minute to get your surprise. Don't run away."
He quickly went upstairs and found his old friend Nikki, AKA: Mistress Valeria, waiting outside in her car. Seeing him wave from the front door, she hurried in and gave him a big hug. Following their plan, they went quietly downstairs to where Monica was waiting in the sling with her legs held apart and her cunt wide open for all to see.
Blindfolded, Monica had no way of knowing who had entered the room with her master. She tensed briefly, until she smelled a woman's perfume. Then she heard a sexy female voice that was both seductive and dominant.
"Hell-o, aren't you the sexy little slut. Do you always hang around with your cunt available to everyone? Call me Mistress Valeria, accent on the second syllable. Your master has given you to me for the next hour or so."
"Mistress Valeria! I've heard my master speak of you. Your perfume is very unusual. What is it?"
"Patchouli and Poison. Be quiet now, I want to put you through some tests. If you speak without being told to do so, you'll be punished."
Still blindfolded, Monica drifted into a relaxed state that she knew would help her endure any kind of SM play that the good Mistress Valeria might wish to inflict upon her. She trusted her master to have things under control and in fact she could hear him moving nearby.
Mistress Valeria placed her small toy bag on the table next to the various instruments of pain and pleasure that were already present. She quickly surveyed the tools that were available to torment the beautiful slave Monica and from the depths of her bag selected a Wartenburg Pinwheel. Attached to a six inch stainless steel handle, the wheel was about an inch in diameter and had sharp spikes along its rim. It was originally designed to help Neurologists locate areas of skin that were numb due to nerve damage. It was also a favorite toy of the SM crowd.
Valeria approached Monica's well displayed, defenseless form and stood beside her. "I want you to hold completely still, you little hussy. This test will continue until I'm satisfied that you are submitting to
my
wishes. You are not allowed to speak. You are not allowed to come."
She placed the small spiked wheel gently against the inside of Monica's right wrist and gradually moved it down the arm, passing the inside of the elbow and making a strong impression on the sensitive, perfectly shaved armpit. Monica moaned involuntarily and her muscles quivered with her effort to hold still. There were faint marks where the spikes had pressed into her skin.
She heard her master speak now. "I love it when she tries to hold still." From the tone of his voice, she could tell that he was very much into his dominant role now.
"She's a beauty, Master Cole," she heard her sexy smelling tormentor say.
