Ari woke up to the feel of hands at her wrists. She shivered, as the sheet she had been covered with was not quite enough cover to keep her warm. But as she remembered her evening so far, she was warmed to her core. She remembered her Lord's sweet meat in her mouth and all her longing rushed back in an instant. Hands? She was still blind folded, but she suddenly realized that there were two sets of hands, a set on each wrist. Two people!
How long had she been asleep? Where was her Lord? The hands at her wrists had paused. Perhaps they knew she was going to ask "what the hell was going on?" She had been taught well, but was still inexperienced in the actual "practice." Forgetting her training, she opened her mouth to speak. First there was the slap. Open handed and hard enough to jerk her head to the side. "Who is your master?"
"You are, Lord."
"Do you question my bidding?"
"Never, Lord."
"Open your mouth." A gag was placed in her mouth as soon as she got it open. "Only I know what you crave. Only my desires matter to you. Stand before me." Hands, she didn't know how many helped her stand. She stood naked, blindfolded and gagged, her hands behind her back and feet shoulder width apart.
"You will nod your head in answer. Are you mine?" She nodded. The chill of the room was starting to seep into her. "Will you please me tonight?" She nodded again. As she did, she heard men (and women?) snicker quietly. It was a bone chilling sound. She shivered. "I am your master. I am master here tonight. Whatever happens will be by my command" There was a respectful "grunt" of approval from the invisible guests in the room. As if the CEO was asking the board for their consensus.
"Will you please me tonight?" She nodded respectfully as she could. But fear was building inside of her. She wanted to please him, but could she trust her body? What if she didn't respond correctly? What if he wasn't pleased? As if to answer her, her master said in a calm and even voice, "You will please me or you will never see me again."
Her head jerked as if she had been slapped. A wave of panic passed through her. She couldn't loose him, she couldn't loose the only thing that had made her feel whole. She quickly composed herself, at least on the outside. The people around her started to move about. She could barely hear quiet conversation and drinks being poured. She straightened her shoulders and started to breath again.
Breathing was the key. Relax the body. Relax the mind. It was all about being here in the moment. No past thoughts, no future wants could interfere. They only made you hesitate. They made you tense. They made you betray yourself and warranted the only punishment you couldn't bare β abandonment. While the Master trained her, she had only been abandoned once. Alone, untethered in her own room, she was left alone for 3 days. She knew the rules. No pleasure, no touching. Not even with herself.
After three days, on the verge of madness, she was reprieved. In the dark of night, when she was asleep in her bed, an angel came to her. She was awakened by a warm, supple body crawling into bed with her. As the gift nestled against her naked body she instinctively turn toward her. Their breasts rubbed against one anotherβ¦.
The music brought her back to the present. It was her music. The Master had trained her to work to specific stimuli. Sounds, smells, commands. This rock music was one of those stimuli. There was a 2-hour CD that she and he had selected β full of hard, driving, yet soulful music. It started fast with songs like Def Leppard's "Cover me with Sugar." Then it would segway into blues. Just the sound of the first few words could get her wet. But tonight, it only brought her back from her reverie in the past. Back to what her new Lord had in store for her. She concentrated on remembering the room.