Taking Control Part 5

This story is not just a BDSM story but a dark sex novel in 10 parts. Readers should bear in mind this story is pure fantasy. It involves Ava and Lorenzo's unusual sex life and predilections and certainly gets darker as it progresses. It involves some of the more unusual and painful BDSM themes and, whilst I have personally tried some of the less painful practices (a good spanking is a particular favourite) I haven't indulged in strappado, whipping or caning or the medical device aspects. And, of course, no-one condones non-consensual sex.

Demands

Ava and Lorenzo sat across from each other that lunchtime in Johnsons, opposite the posh personal bank and hedge fund finance company they each worked in. They often frequented the downtown cafe, picked originally due to it's obvious sexual connotations. Plus the cinnamon biscuits here were to die for.

On this occasion Lorenzo wanted an intimate conversation with Ava, so he had picked a discreet corner, well away from the busy morning visitors. He waved a hand at the waiter, ordering tow of the frothy coffees with chocolate sprinkles they both loved.

At the small round table, with its clean red checkered gingham cloth, they could people watch freely, yet couldn't be overheard by others. With the broad windows open to the gentle breeze, and the heady smell of jasmine in the air, Ava adored it in here. She smiled again at him, sweetly, sliding a stocking heeled foot gently up his leg. She was playing with him gently, coaxing him for a reaction.

"How's it hanging there, big boy?"

Ava was having a good day. She had got up that morning with a spring in her step and a smile on her luscious red lips. She fondly recalled their previous evening together when, after a seductive seafood dinner in the apartment, she'd abandoned the cluttered table and led him gently by the hand into her bedroom.

There she'd delighted in instructing him to strip naked, pushing him down onto the large chrome bed, tying him to it's four rigid steel corners with thick black cord. Immobile, struggling pointlessly with his bonds against Ava's knot knowledge, she'd tied a black bandana over Lorenzo's eyes and smothered his face with her wet pussy until he almost couldn't breathe. She'd spent half an hour riding over him, her juices oozing down his face and neck, hips rocking and bucking, only letting him come up for air after gaps of almost thirty seconds. she was in control.

Despite his pleading she'd let him recover for five minutes, then enveloped his penis with her fist, massaging him. Before he got too big she pulled on the tight steel ring she kept in a bedside drawer over his ridged purple tipped cock. Ava teased his swollen balls with a feather mercilessly, making him wait for over an hour before she had let him come.

Ava straddling his muscular body and gripping him firmly with her long legs, had ridden him hard, bucking back and forth over him like a rodeo rider. His tight and almost impossibly rigid cock filling her completely, impaling her over his thighs, Ava had felt every tiny sensation of his hot fluid pumping into her, flooding her insides, as she let him have his final release. Lorenzo had screamed our her name.

Ava also remembered the aftermath fondly too, immediately after her own shaking orgasm. Her pulling herself off his throbbing cock, the suction from their joint fluids making a soft squelching sound. Standing beside the bed, watching him breathing hard and fast, their bodies bathed in sweat, she felt their joint fluids begin to run in slow rivulets down the insides of both her thighs. There was so much of it too. That heady feeling of warm milky jism pulsing from her in a steady stream from between her tight labia, as her vagina tensed and released in her orgasmic afterglow.

She'd loved every minute of it. Upping the tension at the cafe she slipped off her heel, extending her leg and pointing a toe delicately into his crotch, starting to rub.

Studiously ignoring Ava's obvious advances and her enticing footsie play under the table, Lorenzo pushed her heel away. He looked deadly serious, his face a stern mask. She could see something was clearly wrong, but wondered what exactly.

Was he just in a bad mood or was his neck hurting after last night's facesitting perhaps? It happened sometimes. She put her heel back on, trying to analyse his concerned look. He broke the growing silence between them.

"Ava I wanted to meet you here because there's a single serious question I need to ask you. Something really important to me."

She started at his unusual stern tone. Lorenzo was normally gentle with her, outside the bedroom that is. They'd had a really good time last night, hadn't they?

She began to fidget on the hard chair nervously, stirring her coffee absently.

He watched her rapidly changing demeanour, the quizzical, slightly concerned look in her luminous green eyes as they widened briefly. His tone stayed direct, commanding. One of a manager and subordinate rather than lovers who shared intimate experiences.

"Ava, you clearly like dominating me sexually, and I really loved it at first. But I have to be honest with you, it's really not working work for me now. It's why I get frustrated sometimes too."

Ava was suddenly worried, she looked into his eyes, studying him.

"What are you talking about Lorenzo? Are you saying you want to be master more often than me?"

"That's not it Ava. I know I should have said something before but it's only recently I've come to realise I'm just not happy being dominated. It's really not my thing."

Along with trying out a few more of the exciting BDSM practices they'd discussed recently, she thought their relationship was going well sexually, albeit with a kinky bent. This worried her. She felt had to speak up, put her case forward for what she loved in him, about him, with him.

"Lorenzo we've been together since college and we have what anyone else I'm sure would see as a true partnership. We've shared everything together. Don't partners share pleasure and pain too?"

He didn't react at first, but stared at her carefully, watching her.

"That's true, but I really do need more from you. Ava. A lot more. Look there's no soft or easy way of putting this, even though I know we should have talked about it properly before."

Tears beginning to prick the corner of her Ava's eyes. She felt a tinge of fear.

"Talked about what exactly? What are you saying? are you breaking up with me?"

Lorenzo grabbed her hand, calming her down, soothing her.

"No, not at all, please don't worry Ava. All I'm saying is that, to move forward, I need to feel more in control, of you, of us. Remember when we were students? That's why I gave you that book about master and slave, about control."

Startled Ava looked around, making sure no one else had overheard. Was he really serious about what he'd just said, or was this another of his role play sex games?

"What does that mean Lorenzo? This is a total surprise. Where is all this coming from?"

He pressed her hand, becoming more animated, excited now he had begun to unburden himself. Clearly this had been pent up inside him for some time.

"Look, it's simple. To the outside world everything would be the same, as if nothing's changed. Like here, or with our friends, or our work colleagues. But between us I'd like things to be different. I'd like to become your permanent master, and you my permanent slave. That is if you'll accept?"

This was a shock, a momentous and unexpected request. She tried to process his question, stated almost as a demand. In fact, she suddenly realised, the way he had used the word 'permanent' had also almost sounded like a proposal too.

Unusually lost for words, she shuffled uncomfortably in her seat, pulling her dress underneath her, mentally trying to protect herself. She was thinking hard, trying to process this, yet still struggling with what to reply.

"I, I don't know," she managed to stutter. She felt vulnerable, out in public, like a misbehaving student waiting in line for the school headmistress, being questioned about their misdemeanours under the threat of the cane.

He leaned forward and stared at her, an inquisitor, searching for both compliance and a truthful response. She blushed, looking away from his gaze at the other coffee visitors chatting, going about their simple daily lives.

"Lorenzo we should have talked about this. I need to think, OK? It's obviously a big deal for me."

Lorenzo pressed on, seeing his advantage.

"Ava, you do want to please me. don't you? This is the natural next stage in our relationship. To become true master and slave."

"Of course I can see you want this, Lorenzo. But you know it's not that simple for me. You do get that? I like control too and, whatever you say, it's bound to affect my career, my friends..."

Her voice tailed off, seeing a look of anger crossing his face. He'd clearly made a decision.

"Fine then Ava. Let's leave it there. It's your choice. But I'll be honest, I think unless we go ahead with this move, there's little future for us."

Lorenzo got up quickly, throwing down a few coins that clattered accusingly on the table. He grabbed his jacket of the back of the chair and left.

Stunned at what he'd said to her, Ava leant forward slowly, feeling the warm tears begin in her eyes then becoming a sudden flood. A few of the morning coffee crowd turned to look at the young women sitting there on her own, bent over the corner table, sobbing uncontrollably.

Preparation

Ava hadn't heard from him for a week and was beside herself. She couldn't even bring herself to talk to her friends about what he'd asked her. It was far too personal. Shutting herself off from the world each night in her apartment, Ava felt isolated, alone. She was really scared it was all over between them.

Then, out of the blue, Lorenzo sent a message by private courier to the bank's headquarters, where Ava was a senior finance manager. The text on the front of the note, in red flowing handwriting she instantly recognised, said 'private and confidential'. It was from Lorenzo! The note came with a square black box, wrapped up with a red bow. She put the box behind her desk quickly.

Carefully shielding the message from the watchful eyes of her PA, who had already raised a querulous eyebrow. Ava opened the note and glanced at it quickly. What she saw made her relieved, excited, nervous and intrigued, all at the same time.

As she read on she swivelled in her chair, turning her back to her office desk, desperate to hide the growing blush spreading over her face and décolletage from her hovering PA. Keeping the message low in her lap she read the brief note a second time, its heady demands were illuminated by the morning sunlight slanting through the skyscraper's office window. The message was short and to the point, written in his confident handwriting, signed Lorenzo at the bottom.

"I forgive you Ava but you must submit to my will. Join me tomorrow to discuss becoming my permanent slave. Leave at midday. Take the afternoon off. Meet 13:00 at 1020 Madison Street. Wear what is in this box. Be freshly shaved. No panties or bra permitted."

So this was it then, an ultimatum. Him master, her slave. It was a momentous life decision, one she had tormented herself with over the last seven days ever since he'd left her in that coffee shop, shocked and forlorn. Ava had wanted to call Lorenzo so many times during the last week, to beg him to reconsider how their relationship worked. She could say they would start again, take what he obviously wanted steadily, but she could never quite work out what she might say to him on the phone.

It was true that she felt the idea of being his slave was deliciously exciting, but it also made her stomach knot up at the thought of what it meant for all of their future lives together. Ava realised he was still forcing her to make this decision. Nothing had changed. Now she had just 24 hours to think everything through and make her mind up. Or their relationship could be through.

She was a wreck for the rest of the working day, declining meetings, heading home as soon as the clock reached six. She had to think and get her mind straight. Settling back in her favourite leather wingback chair, her hand cradling a 10 year old malt whisky in a lead glass tumbler, she mulled everything round and round in her mind. But, by the time she had dozed off, still slumped in the chair, she was still no closer to any decision of what she should do, or even if she should meet with Lorenzo the next day.

In the morning she felt better. In fact her mind became crystal clear. She had decided what she would do. It came to her in the shower, thinking about his strong hands caressing and fondling her body, her breasts, bending her forward at the waist against the wall, lifting her body and opening her up, penetrating her forcefully from behind. She would comply with what he wanted. What was there to lose? If she really didn't like what came next in this new stage of her life with Lorenzo, she always had the option to finish the relationship. She was still in control...

An hour before the planned meeting, Ava packed her PA off for an early lunch. Not recognising the office block address he'd given in his note, and with Google search coming up with a blank, Ava booked a taxi to get her there in plenty of time for the meeting,

Still nervous, Ava prepared herself in her office en-suite meticulously. She stripped off her black work blouse and tight suit trousers, folding them neatly and placing them on the antique dresser. She paused, then resolutely removed her bra and panties, as instructed on Lorenzo's brief note. So he wanted her out naked in public it seemed? The thought of this sent a rush of adrenaline and a shiver through her core. She couldn't help but admit this was sexually exciting.

Looking at her lithe body in the full length ensuite mirror Ava paused, standing there, reviewing her nakedness critically. The expensive local gym was certainly doing wonders for her physique. She looked good from every angle. Ava flexed a leg, admiring her supple calves and strong thighs. Her buttocks were tanned and taught, her stomach flat toned. She had carefully shaved and waxed her vulva crisp and clean the previous night, as also instructed in his note, but if this demand continued she knew she was going to require regular sessions at her salon to keep herself baby smooth.

Smiling, she remembered the look on his face the first time he'd seen her fully waxed, knowing a freshly shaved look was an aspect of sex with her he found really hot. She had to admit, when she was trimmed bare, there was nothing like the feeling of being bald, smooth and completely naked, down there.

She remembered when she'd been just ten years old. Back when those first tiny dark hairs had begun to appear. She had examined herself embarrassedly, staring and playing with the thin downy growth over her lower stomach and tiny labia, concerned she would end up as hairy as a gorilla by eleven.

But Ava she knew she was lucky. Depilation was the least of her concerns. Some of her friends were so embarrassed about what they thought about their 'untidy' vagina they had even undergone expensive and painful labiaplasty surgery.

Ava's vulva was naturally neat and tight. Her inner labia were tucked neatly inside, only emerging once she was fully aroused. Her outer labia were a beautiful pink rosy hue, rounded and slightly puffy, when it was seductively engorged what Lorenzo liked to call the perfect cameltoe.

She knew that was also why Lorenzo sometimes asked to come along with her to her gym, even though he had his own membership elsewhere. At some point he had the habit of placing himself on the bench press equipment, directly opposite the line of running machines. Muscles bulging provocatively, he would pause his strenuous exercise, pretending to mop his face with a small white towel. He would peek at Ava, in between wipes of his forehead, staring at her, running hard in her tight grey sweatpants. She had seen him ogling the growing dark oval patch between her breasts, jiggling up and down in her sports bra as she pounded away on her 5k treadmill run. More than once she had spotted his more furtive glances, looking fascinated at the thin lines of sweat either side of her hot swollen crotch, the flexible lycra pulling up between her labia with each fast stride, outlining her sex crease provocatively. Once she even saw him licking his lips. She had run harder and faster then, blushing a little as she watched the awed look on his face, but relishing the sense of control she had over his clear desire for her.

Slammed out of her reverie, Ava suddenly had a thought. What if, when she met him today, he was going to instruct a slave sex regime that wouldn't allow her to come at all? He might be her master, but it was still her body. She made a quick decision. After all, it was only after she'd met Lorenzo Ava had become comfortable with her own arousal, so why not check everything was working properly?

She sat down on the edge of the small stool, pointing her toes and spreading her long legs wide apart. Flattening her palm over her clean pubis she imagined her hand was her future master's hand. She dipped a digit deep inside herself experimentally, fondling herself in this most delicate place, then removing the finger. Under the light she was surprised to see a delicate moisture already, her finger slightly damp with pre cum juice, her glistening sex sap.

She glanced down, watching, fascinated as her inner lips began to gently descend, pushing out between her legs like like a delicate tulip unfurling. She realised with a start that, in readying itself for Lorenzo, maybe her body was helping to make today's tough decision for her. She slipped her hand down again, fingering her tight clitoris with a delicate touch, moving a long manicured index finger back and forth rapidly across the tight, hard flesh bud. Her round hips rising and falling gently, Ava panted and gasped as she reached a glorious climax, her master astride her in her slave-driven mind.

After her exertions a light sheen glistened on her body, so Ava carefully washed over her pubic mound and labia, lightly drying herself off. Still naked, she stood at the dresser and opened her Victorian jewellery casket, a prized possession Lorenzo had given her last Christmas, with its Für Elise music box and twirling ballerina. She selected her silver art deco bracelet, pearl earrings and a delicate sparkling diamond necklace. Then she opened the black box Lorenzo had delivered to her office the previous day. Ava had reviewed the items the previous evening. She knew that leaving her office in what he'd selected for her was going to be tricky.

She pulled out the first item of clothing in the box, holding it up to the light. Lorenzo had selected a sheer satin black top, adorned with white pearl buttons and which plunged seductively in the centre,. The other piece was an orange velour skirt which she knew immediately was at least one size too small for her hips. She pulled the skirt on first, not without some difficulty, zipping it up at the side. Staring at herself in the mirror she could see it was very, very short. The slightest movement, raising either of her legs, and her thigh gap and labia could be seen peeking out from underneath the skirt's hem.

Ava had to sort this out, knowing it was way too short for public decency. She also wondered if Lorenzo had got the wrong skirt size deliberately, perhaps to teach her a lesson about subservience and control. Ava slipped off the skirt and pulled out her tight black leopard print body stocking from a wardrobe drawer. At least this would cover her modesty up on the way to the meeting and in the taxi. She guessed she could always find somewhere to remove it before she met him.