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?"
As his belt became free, he held it behind her and threaded it around her neck drawing it tight to her throat. Now like a dog on a leash he held her up saying, "put yours hands flat of the edge of the tub and raise your ass."
Moving as instructed, she knelt before the tub, spreading her hands apart as she let them rest on the edge. Lowering her body between her hands, the coldness from the white enamel chilled her skin through her cloth covered breasts. On shaky knees she managed to raise her legs, her dress falling down over her hips so that soon she was bent over at an angle with her ass sticking straight up in the air. Holding her head leveled with the tub's edge, she stared down into the whiteness, seeing nothing and yet so many images flashed through her mind's eyes. In this position she was helpless and yet she still had the power to get up and walk away, to run, and while the thought did play through her head, she pushed them aside.
Even though scared, she was thrilled and excited, the not knowing adding to the intensity of the experience, heightening the senses, and putting her emotions into overdrive. She was really submitting to another's will.
His mind engorged with power seeing her obedience, her willingness, and he also came as he rubbed his cock's head over her cheeks. "You need suave and soothing, pet." And with that he lowered himself to tongue her hole.
When she first felt him rubbing his cock on her bare skin, she closed her eyes, she had now reached the point of no turning back. At first she tensed her body, not knowing what he was going to do but soon relaxed under his administration. He didn't try to enter her, but seemed happy enough just letting his hardness play against her skin. It wasn't long before she felt the wetness, his juices, hot against her skin. She was shocked but she didn't let any sound out to show this.
She couldn't help but gasp when she felt him spreading her ass cheeks and then something warm pressing against her small opening. She had never experienced this before. Unsure how she was to react, she remained in position, maybe a little wobble from her legs, but not enough to distract him. She tightly closed her eyes as he began to rim her with his tongue. She wasn't sure if she liked this sensation or not, she wasn't sure of anything anymore.
He felt her shudder and knew the time had come. The room was not finished, but he no longer cared. She was ready. She was here now totally open to him and trembling, waiting. And now he was ready to take her.
Grabbing the end of the belt again, he order, "Come with me. You need a new home and I have a room for you. You will be comfortable in it and it needs you." And with that he pulled her out of the bathroom, down the hall to the stairs and down into the dungeon. She resisted, but he said, "Don't fight it...Do as I say...Do as I want."
She had no choice now but to follow him. She felt the tension in the pull of the belt around her neck so she hurried behind him, trying to keep pace with his fast steps.
Stumbling down the dark stairs she felt along the walls to keep her balance. She didn't know where he was leading her, only knew that she was in his control now, his total control and not only was she his prisoner, she was his willing prisoner.
Once at the bottom of the stairs she tried to look around her new surroundings, not able to make out much in the darkness. He released his hold of the belt and ordered her to the middle of the room.
Taking cautious steps, she made her way to what she judged to be the middle of the room and stood there awaiting his next orders. They weren't long in coming.
Being told to strip for him, she raised her hands to the back of her dress, lowering the zipper, and slowly she began to raise her dress from the bottom of the skirt, bringing the material up over her bared, smooth mound. Resisting the urge to cover herself back up, she kept rising the dress, feeling the cool, damp air hitting her bare belly, until she had it over her bra cladded breasts. With slow deliberations, she moved the dress over her head and then let it dropped to the floor.
