She started out with such...potential. But then. so did most like her. When he found her, she was a pleasant, successful and popular young woman, just out of college and at the start of a promising career. Candace had always been slightly above average in the looks department and far above average intellectually. She was vivacious and bubbly, with a quirky and endearing kind of personality. Candace came from a good middle class family that had always been warm and supportive of her.
So how had such a lovely young woman turned to the darker side of sexual pleasure? Candace probably couldn't tell you if you asked, even now. After all, she'd never had any trouble getting dates. She was no super model, but she did have a distinct beauty about her. She was short, about 5'3, curvy but toned, with long dark hair which fell down her back in lovely curls. Her eyes were a very light violet-grey, and her skin was a flawless ivory. Candace had small perky breasts with puffy pink nipples and a tight, round little ass which men adored.
Candace seemed to have it all, the life, the looks, the job. Yet, she'd always felt that something was missing. On the occasion where she let a boyfriend sleep with her, she began to fantasize about him slapping her ass, tits, and face. Then, she imagined her nipples being twisted and tormented, and her clit being pinched. The more deranged her thoughts became, the harder she would cum later in bed when her boyfriend had fallen asleep. So she began exploring her dark desires, on the internet of all places. She told herself it would be fine, no problem at all. She wasn't actually one of those people who dated internet geeks, but maybe she could learn a thing or two, or find a club or something.
A month after Candace had begun her sexual exploration, she came across a website that catered to people of this lifestyle. On a whim, and after furiously masturbating to one of the stories on the site, Candace placed an ad.
25yo female seeks, well I don't know what. Maybe guidance is the right word. I am a college graduate, but feel like I need a teacher again. I want to be a submissive, I want to be taken roughly by someone in total control. I'm not sure what my "limits" are, or what I'm into, but I'm open minded and willing to learn. Oh, I am short, petite, with brown hair and grey eyes. Look forward to talking with you.
Candace couldn't believe this. She was driving across town to meet the man that up until now she had simply known as MasterStoneWill. What a stupid name, she thought. Probably another dirty old man getting his kicks out of naïve young things like me.
She pulled into the parking lot and was immediately impressed. No wonder he had "ordered" her to dress nicely. Well, he had good taste at least. In the restaurant, she gave her name to the hostess and was immediately ushered into the back room, to a table where a distinguished looking older man sat.
"You must be Candace" he said, looking her up and down quite openly.
"Yes, nice to meet you." Candace reached out to shake his hand. He took it, his grip firm. He caught her eyes, his were cold and brown. She was alarmed at how self assured he appeared, she felt like a nervous wreck.
"Sit down Candace, I've ordered already." She sat opposite him, unnerved by his stare. "Good. My name is Calvin. You may call me by my name in public if you like."
"Ok, um, thank you?" Candace wasn't sure how to respond.
"Good girl," he said, rather amused at her response. "Now, I understand you are relatively new to the lifestyle?"
"Yes." The waitress brought a bottle of wine and poured them each a glass. Candace took a sip, hoping the wine would take the edge off this meeting.
"That's fine. I enjoy training new girls. I'd be pleased to take you under my wing. Tonight you will have a choice. When we've finished with dinner, you may accompany me to my home for our first session. Or, you may go on your way, and I wish you the best of luck in your journey."
Candace considered his blunt statement. Clearly, Calvin didn't waste his time. She was intrigued, she had to admit it. After all, he had such poise, such control. And his selection of wine was damn nice too, she thought. Well, it couldn't hurt to see where the night led.
During dinner, Calvin won her over. He talked about himself, his successful real estate dealings, his fondness for theater and art, and some of his future aspirations. Candace was also impressed when he questioned her about her own career and dreams. This was the guy she'd dreamed of in her real life, charming and articulate.
As the finely chosen meal was coming to an end, Calvin gazed at Candace. She had a slight glow to her, but did not appear drunk from the wine. She seemed much more at ease, and they had gotten along well.
"I need your decision my dear." He waited.
"I....well, I don't know."
"What don't you know Candace? Why do you hold back?" His gaze seemed to reach her very soul, penetrating any defenses.
"Well, alright. I'll go with you. But the safe word...?"
"You can use it anytime, you know that. And feel free to call your friend when we get home, I'm sure you've arranged something of the sort?"
"Why, yes I did. How did you know?" She looked at him in wonder.
"I've done this a time or two Candace my dear."
Candace was impressed yet again as she walked into the door of Calvin's modern palace. The house was immense, secluded in the woods off the edge of town. It was two-story, with a large staircase in the front entrance. Off to the right was the living room, leading into Calvin's private office. To the left were the kitchen and library, as well as a tiny guest room that looked bare by comparison. Calvin led her across the lush rug covering the large entrance and up the stairs. He showed her several rooms, although she noticed he left the room at the end of the hall out of the tour.
Finally, they arrived in Calvin's luxurious master bedroom. His four-poster bed was the dominating feature of the room, although dressers, chairs, tables and other gorgeous pieces of furniture were also present. Lovely lamps cast a warm light over the room, and she noted a fireplace off to one side, although it was not going in this summer heat.
Candace felt a hand, soft but firm on the small of her back. She allowed herself to be led to his massive bed, turned down to reveal satin sheets in the shade of ivory, very close to the color of her soft skin.
Calvin swept Candace's petite form into his arms, lying her down in his warm and comfortable bed. He fell on top of her, planting a gentle kiss on her lips. Instinctively, she kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him.
"Good girl," he whispered into her ear. He nibbled the lobe, softly at first. She moaned as his bites became harder. He continued this treatment as he moved down the side of her neck.
"I like the sounds you make, they please me." He stroked her face with his hand.
