The Party 112

I arrived home just after work on a Tuesday evening. Brian was sitting on the couch and as I walked in the door he rose just like he was trained to do. I took a moment to consume the image before me. He was there wearing a black t shirt that hugged his chest showing off his form. How many times have I dragged my fingers over that chest? My gaze drops lower now to his very neatly tailored brown pants. He sees my gaze drop and smiles at me. After visually consuming his bulge I twirl my finger and he rotates a half turn. It always brings me pleasure to see him from the back. Brian was an athlete in high school and college. While his body wasn't chiseled like it was when I first met him I am always taken in by it. The tactile joy of running my finger over that sinewy body always brings a smile to my face.

When Brian and I first met we were both students at University of Illinois. By some stroke of fate we had been dorm floor mates. At the time I was a young woman of 22. Brian somehow got assigned to an upper-class dorm as a freshman. He was a very intelligent biology major but what really caught my eye were his shoulders. The first time I passed him in the hall I saw his shoulders swaying as he walked. His icy blue eyes gleamed at me and it seemed to pierce my very being. I was totally stricken. And if that wasn't enough his lips separated and he smiled at me. After pulling the arrow out of my back I realized that it was futile to bandage the wound, I would make him mine.

Well, as it turns out we became friends and that lead to lovers, vanilla at first, mind you. That all changed the night I introduced Brian to D's. I have always craved a certain amount of power in a relationship and I demand total devotion. In the past this has been a difficult order to fill. It is very difficult to find an appropriate partner that craves to serve and yet is also a prize worth having. I have always desired pets, not mindless slaves. Brian seemed to be the perfect candidate. He was headstrong, intelligent and extremely sexy. At the same time he was also a perfect gentleman when we were out on dates. Attentive and polite, I never had to open a car door or walk in the rain. The slightest touch from him would make me shiver. I found that I would lay awake at night dreaming of the day that he would call me Ms. I could barely control my desire to collar him but I knew that I had to wait until we were more familiar and our relationship had reached a certain level. I have never understood the casual Master/pet relationship. I would see them at socials now and then, where people would just meet and start to participate in a scene with no deeper connection. I have always thought that the connection is imperative in order to command the highest level of devotion from my pet. My world is not one that has room for safe-words or other false senses of security.

After we had been dating for a few months I decided that it was time. I had called him up and told him to dress well and to wear the shirt that I bought for him last month for his birthday. He asked, "where are we going, and..."

"Shh," I cut him off, "meet me at 8 at my door, we will be having dinner." I could almost feel him smile through the phone as we hung up. I clicked down the receiver and started to think that this was going to be a big night. After taking a long bath I got dressed. I pulled my thigh high stocking up over my feet allowing them to slide up my leg to my knee. I could feel the fabric scratch along my skin, awakening all of my pores. As I stood in front of the mirror in just my purple thigh highs I smiled and thought that this was a big night indeed. My nipples were already hard from the anticipation; my slick pussy was already moist. I looked at the panties on my bed and smiled as I put them back into my underwear drawer. I slid into my dress, a short black dress that was conservative in the front but low cut in the back. I could feel the fabric against my bare skin and the air move between my legs.

I shut the light in my bedroom and looked out the window at 7:50 and sure enough Brian's car was outside. He was patiently waiting. I smiled and thought that he was already on his way to becoming a wonderful pet and he didn't even know it. I knew he wouldn't approach the door for another 5 minutes. He had been giving me time to get ready but he wanted to be sure that he was early and I wasn't waiting for him. As I looked at his shadow in the car I slid my finger up my thigh and started to tease my skin. I brushed my finger over my already moistening pussy and it sent shivers through my body. I watched him get out of the car and walk up to the house. I slid my finger inside my pussy and allowed myself to trap it, and a moan involuntarily escaped my lips. The door bell rang and I neatly arranged myself and went downstairs.

Opening the door I invited Brian inside. He kissed my cheek and walked into the living room. My mind was on fire. Most people think that Dommes are always confident and don't fear rejection. The truth is, however, a Domme puts herself in a very vulnerable situation. As a Domme I rely on the devotion and servitude of my sub to maintain the power. It is sort of like a bully in school. You can beat people into submission for a while but inevitably either the submissive realizes the hollowness of the situation or someone else comes in the picture. No, the only way to guarantee the total devotion of your pet is through true mutual respect and a closeness that is much more intimate than love. My pet must trust me completely and this type of trust doesn't come easily or often. Now the truly difficult part of this vulnerability is that it has to be completely denied. I must appear completely confident and self assured.

As I walked into the living room I saw him sitting on the couch. I told him to stand and when he smiled at me I rephrased, "Stand now Brian" I said with a quiet confidence, my heart pounding on the inside. I was relieved when he began to stand and aside from the slight quiver of my lip that betrayed a smile I remained stern. He looked at me and started to walk over toward me. "Stop", I ordered. Again, he obeyed. "Turn around slowly" was my next command. As he turned I again took in the sight of his body. This was the true meal, consuming his image through my eyes as satisfying as any feast. After he was done turning I told him he could sit. As he started to sit on the couch I ordered him to stop. In a cold voice I said "you haven't earned the right to sit on the couch yet ..." I pointed to the floor and he quietly sat down. I sat next to him on the couch and I could feel his surprised gaze. His gaze traveled up my feet to my calf, as I saw his eyes creep toward my thighs I smiled and spread my legs slightly daring him to look more closely. I looked over at him and asked him if he understood the situation. With a puzzled look in his eye he said no Ma'am. Smiling, I thought, he understands more than he thinks. I noticed that he already began calling me ma'am. Very soon that would be altered to be Ms.

I smiled at him and explained that I was giving him the opportunity to serve me. I told him up until now I had been a fake representation of myself and now he would get to meet the true me. "Do you want to meet the true me Brian?" I paused to wait for his answer. A true pet must accept the collar willingly and without duress. A forced collar is a fleeting situation and I wanted him to submit himself to me completely. I will teach him and let him grow as a pet, soon he would be a prize to be envied and cherished. He gazed at me with icy blue eyes. This was the most dangerous weapon he had and didn't even know it. Those eyes had a fire behind them that threatened to melt the hard exterior that I was showing. I stood up and turned away in order to hide my reaction and give myself a moment to gather myself after he responded. I did not want to reveal elation or disappointment to him.

As I stared at the wall in front of me, my back to my prize, I heard him state simply and plainly "Yes".

After pausing a moment to wipe the smile off my face I turned around, this time facing him so I could watch his reaction. "Are you sure?"

He answered, again simply "Yes" and his jaw never faltered.

That night was the beginning of the next step in our relationship. In fact that was 5 years ago to the night, our anniversary so to speak. And as is our tradition I have something planned to mark the occasion. "Turn around my pet and face me." He does as he's told and quietly looks at me waiting. I sit down on the couch and raise my right foot off the ground.

Brian kneels in front of me and takes my foot on his knee looking up at me he asks, "May I?" I nod my head and he starts to unbuckle my shoe. I am wearing low heels, designed for practicality not for drama. This would soon change. I watch his face as he slips my shoe off and starts to run his hands over my skin. He drags his hand lightly over my foot at first tickling me a bit. With a flash I glance at him reacting to this act of defiance. He has been thoroughly trained and knows that this is unacceptable.

"Stop," I order firmly and pull my foot away from him. When I stand up I notice a smile dart across his lips, even before I can order him to stay there kneeling. I walk into the bedroom and look at the neatly laid out toys and tools on the dresser. Brian is responsible for their arrangement and maintenance. My eyes browse past the leather paddle, the various vibrators until I come to the cane. Taking it in my hands I give it a bend testing the resilience of the material. It bends back immediately, flexible and fast, the humming sound as it is whipped through the air always turns me on. He really has done a fine job, keeping it oiled properly.

I walk out to the living room with the cane in my hand and gaze at my pet kneeling on the floor his back to me. With a quick glance at the clock I mark the time. It is important to complete this before the next stage of the evening begins. In a cold voice I ask him if he knows what he has done. "Yes Ms" he says in a firm voice. I can feel my body react to that act of simple deliberate defiance. It always turns me on to have a challenge and Brian never disappoints. In his own way, I am aware that he has told me what he craves and he knows that I also enjoy the discipline. This exquisite demonstration of his understanding of the dynamics and subtly of our relationship impresses me. To the outside vanilla observer this would be viewed as disobedience but the reality is that he has submitted himself to the punishment he knows he will receive, and he knows giving him this punishment brings me satisfaction. I smile to myself; this is a pet that surely is a prize to cherish.

"You are aware that you have not followed the procedure explained to you on how you are to handle my feet, and that this oversight of the rules cannot be ignored." I lean down to him and place my lips near his ear while my hand runs through his hair. Taking a handful of it I pull his head back firmly causing him to gasp, "Answer me I growl".

"Yes Ms."

Still in a low voice I ask, "Yes, Ms what?"

"Yes Ms I am aware that you must punish me now." After I let go of his hair I swish the can by his ear. Brian's body trembles when he hears that sound.

"Do you know how you will be punished?"

"Yes Ms. I do."

"Proceed" I order him. Brian gets up and walks around to the back of the couch. He removes his shirt and lets his pants fall to the floor. I always enjoy watching him undress especially just before I am going to be reinstructing him. As his pants fall to the floor I observe the state of his already quite hard cock, rigid and standing at attention. He places his hands on the back of the couch and leans over slightly.

I reach under him and take his balls in my hand, gripping them tightly until I get the gasp and the squirm that I am looking for. I love the way his balls feel in my hand, the symbolism is never lost on me. I release them and then step away. In a cold voice I tell my pet to count. One... the cane swishes through the air and finishes with a satisfying crack. I only swing half strength at first to condition him but even these swings leave a mark. After rubbing Brian's ass with my hand there is the familiar swish followed by a crack. "Two," I hear him count. I do love the sound of this cane and from the looks of his cock so does Brian. "Three," and this one is a loud crack leaving a nice red mark across his ass. I am careful to strike both cheeks at once in order to not concentrate too much pain this early in the evening. After all this truly is not punishment, more a gift to me from my pet, and I am enjoying it fully. I can feel my pussy growing wetter with each stroke. At the 10th stroke the door bell rings interrupting my rhythm. Brian looks up with a surprised look and I smile and tell him to put on the silk boxers that I like. As he walks away I also order him to remember his collar.

Turning and opening the door I find my three friends that I have invited over for the evening. Tricia, Melissa and Amy. Tricia and Melissa are experienced Dommes and Amy is at the beginning stages of learning what it is all about. As they walk in Tricia notices the cane in my hand and smiles, "Started already have we?"

"Darling Tricia, you know I never stop. Ladies please excuse me while I change into something more appropriate for this evening." They smile back at me and Melissa nods.

In the bedroom I find Brian on his knees in the black leather collar with red embroidery I got for him last year. He has chained himself to the radiator as he has been trained to do. He has also laid out clothes on the bed for me. I walk over to the bed and examine them. "Explain" I say to Brian, knowing he is waiting for permission to speak.

"I had thought that Ms would appreciate the suggestion for the outfit this evening knowing we had company."

"Hmmm," I say, smiling approvingly at the selection he has made. Black stockings, garters, and a thong were laid out on the bed. Then a short red skirt that he knows is my favorite. The shirt he laid out is a black silk button down that I like to wear unbuttoned enough to show off my cleavage. Brian always notices and in fact sometimes he is quite distracted by it. This is truly a lovely choice for this evening and I tell him so. I slide my work clothes off and stand before him in my panties and bra. "I notice you did not pick out shoes my pet."

Brian answers, "I could not decide Ms, I did not know who was coming over and you are very particular." He is correct, I do have definite taste when it comes to shoes, and I am a firm believer in the right shoe for the right occasion. It is amazing how simple foot ware can affect the drama of a situation and create an entire mood around it.

"Brian, go and get my red snake skin shoes." With a smile he reminds me that he is constrained to the radiator. I walk over to him and drag my hand over his shoulders, his head eye level with my crotch and he can see the wetness already gathered in my panties. I unclamp his color making sure he can get a good smell of me. "Now go my pet." Brian returns with the requested shoes. They truly are a thing of beauty. Jimmy Choo originals, 5 inches high with red snakeskin crisscross in the front.

I sit down on the bed and spread my legs slightly and curl my finger towards me, summoning Brian. He kneels in front of me and looks up into my eyes. Those icy blue eyes catch me again and for a moment I'm lost in them. Quickly I catch myself and stroke the back of his head, pulling him gently to me. "Now pet I think it is time I shared with u the plan for the evening. Tonight is your chance to show my friends what a good pet you are and how much you have learned in the last few years." I pause for effect and watch his reaction. Brian shows nothing but interest on his face, no surprise and no reservation. I continue, "I have a specific task for you. I have bragged over the last few months about how skilled your tongue is. Tonight is time for me to put you on display. I want them to see what I have taught you over the last few months." I slide my hand behind his head and pull him into me. "Tell me my pet, do you want to taste what I'm offering you?"

He answers, "Yes Ms."

"You like tasting my wet pussy don't you?" He looks up at me with complete lust in his eyes. I can see the moistness on his lips just from the thought.

"Yes Ms," he answers. In a cold voice I tell him to proceed.

I lean back as he slips his fingers under my panties and slides them over. I feel his tongue drag softly over my thigh as the chill air contacts my now exposed moist lips. His tongue makes its way slowly towards my prize the soft warmth caressing my skin. I find myself already anticipating the feeling of his mouth on me. He presses his hand against my pussy flat as he has been instructed to do and allow me to set the pressure, conditioning my delicate clit for the soon to come attention. My clit gets even larger than it already was and in this current state of arousal I really don't need much conditioning. In fact just about 15 seconds after he starts I speak the order, "Begin." With that he slips his tongue over my left lip first, caressing it. When I feel his tongue touch me I can feel all the tension leave my body. When he sucks my lips into his mouth and caresses them with his tongue I feel my pussy drip even more. The soft tongue on my lips always makes me want more and he is going to give it to me. I grip his head and pull him into me, "Pet, get to work" I order. He slides his tongue into me and I lean my head back pulling his nose into my clit, using his face for my pleasure. I love the way his tongue fills my gaping pussy and I can hear myself moan as if I am watching from the seat. Smiling to myself I figure I will tease the three women sitting in my living room and let them hear a bit of Brian's talents. Gripping his hair I grind my clit against his nose bucking against him. I grunt, "Oh yes pet that's it let me fuck your face." This excites him even more and he starts hungrily lapping up my dripping pussy. Then just as I trained him to do he slips his tongue down to my asshole. The soft wet tongue pressing against me drives me wild. I feel myself bucking against him his nose buried deep in my pussy, smothering him. I pull him off my ass and tell him to stiffen. He smiles because he knows what is next. As his tongue slides into my ass I think to myself that he is going to blow their minds. It isn't a show anymore I am putting on for them I can barely contain myself as I feel my legs start to quiver. As I have trained him Brian slips his tongue out of my ass and presses his lips against my clit sucking hard and slow making sure to put pressure on it. When I look down into his eyes my body quivers and I fill his mouth with my sweet cum. He stops moving allowing me to rest looking up at me, waiting for one of two commands, "Again" or "Clean". Figuring I have kept my guests waiting long enough I issue the command "Clean". After Brian has finished lapping up my cum from my purring pussy he sits back on his knees looking at me, his cock hard and my juice all over his face. I sit up and stand next to him, "Stand my pet." When he is on his feet I lean into him and kiss his lips fully making sure to taste as much of my cum as I can.

"Now my pet, I want you to go out into that room and when you are told I want you to make my friends cum like you just did to me. If you perform well tonight I have a special reward for you." I walk around him as if I am stalking prey, circling. Leaning into his ear I whisper, "and if you fail you will be punished, and this time you will not enjoy it. Tell me do you remember Obsidian? I can see his pupils get wide as he remembered the conversation we had about him. We had met Obsidian at an event about a year ago. We had watched him scene with an inexperienced woman. He was knowledgeable but through careful observation of the way he interacted with her it was evident that there was no underlying level of respect. He had no regard for her or her pleasure and was purely working for his own gratification. As a Domme, this offended me and Brian picked up on that. After pausing for affect I continued, "If you fail, I will force you to watch as I bend over and take Obsidian's cock." Brian's face instantly shows his displeasure with this situation and I ask him if he understands.