He wet his lips in satisfaction.
The room was taking shape. And it turned him on thinking about it.
His mind was like that, it went to extremes.
His dreams oozed a river of sexual fantasies. Every morning his shorts were soaked from his admissions. He began to rise earlier to hide the evidence of his evening licentiousness. He was a prisoner of sex.
She was the object, the subject, the victim of his lust. And he was certain he could have her. His pants were wet with the pre-cum of his lust. Now looking at the room he was satisfied that it would serve him well once she was inside.
She liked all of the toys he had showed her so far. Now he had only to tell her that her room was ready, that her training would begin, that she would obey, that he would reward her for her submission. Already she had accepted his butt plug to wear for a day. And his mouth watered thinking she would arrive back soon.
She hesitated before knocking on the door, the door which held the unknown for her. It had been a long day at work and she was now nervous. It had been difficult wearing his specially designed butt plug, walking around the classroom, bending over to help the children with their problems, tying their shoes, and a few times the plug threatened to slip out of her now dried ass and it was with extreme mental concentration that she was able to clench her butt cheeks to keep it safely in place.
The other night at the retirement party for one of the teachers, she met him. Right from the start she knew there was something different about him, something that had held her attention, drew her in. She didn't know what or even tried to understand it; the pull was there and could not be denied. He was dark and seemed to be the brooding sort, not at all her type, but yet here she stood outside his door, unsure of herself, only knowing that when he called last night and asked her if he could come over she didn't dare to turn him down.
Last night was, well she couldn't really describe what last night was, not even in her own mind. There were no words for it. It was really pleasant but strange at the same time. They had spent the evening chatting and drinking some wine that she had in her refrigerator, it was not that but the topic of their conversation that had left her with this feeling of unease. She had never heard of BDSM. Maybe in the content of an off colored joke, but that was it. When he brought up the subject she listened and was horrified, horrified within herself to find that the topic intrigued her and the thought of actually submitting her body to another, to their will without any say was a turn on.
When he brought out his toys that he had brought in a bag, the mere thought of the joys and pain that could be inflicted upon her body left her breathless. She did not think twice when he left her with the plug with instructions on its use for this day.
"Insert it in the morning and wear it all day. If you do this, then you will understand." he had told her, ordered her.
Slowly with trembling fingers she pressed the doorbell to his house.
His answer shook her when he open the door, smiled, and wordlessly waved her inside.
"Go over to the back of the couch and bend over. Lift up your dress; I want to see my plug."
She complied like a child ordered to her room. She walked to the couch and bent over its back and hiked up her dress revealing her naked ass and the plug.
"Don't touch it. I want to see this up close." He ordered, as he came behind her, kneeling before placing his hands on the cheeks, He spread her buttocks and the plug fell to the floor. He gazed at the hole now swollen red and open. "That's right," he said more to himself than to her. "Does it hurt?"
Not waiting for her answer he grabbed her hand and led her to his bathroom. "Sit." And she complied. "Now relax. Tell me about your day. Relax, let the pain go away. What were you thinking about every minute today?" he asked standing in front of her undoing his belt.
Not sure where she was to sit or what she was to say, she cautiously moved towards the toilet where she placed the lid down before sitting carefully on her tender behind. Willing herself not to squirm around, she quickly withdrew her eyes from the progress his hands were making on his belt buckle. Oh my God, what did she let herself into? Keeping her eyes lowered to the floor, she found words escaped her as she tried to answer his question.
Scared of upsetting him by her slow coming in words, she found herself stuttering.
"I, uhmm, I thought ah ah about you today Sir. Aabout tonight and what would happen. The things you said. About last night. I meant, last night. The things you said last night." She knew she sounded like an idiot.
Closing her eyes she forced herself to focus, to get a grip of her raw emotions. His silence told her that he was waiting for more from her and she didn't want to upset him, strangely enough she wanted to please him. She dared not question her feelings right now.
Daring to open her eyes, she looked up and saw that he had his belt off and holding it in his hands, looking down on her.
Taking a quick indrawn breath, she released it while rushing out her words, seemingly as if once the breath was out, her chance for talking would be over. "I'm scared Sir, but I do want to be here and to please you. Please give me this chance to learn how to do so." There, the words were out.
He knew she would be a pet, and then a slave, and all he had to do was help her behave. "Don't be in fear. Soon your release will be here."
Not sure what he meant, she whispered, "Release Sir?"
