The Bonfire Her Mentor Pt 05

He had her permission to jerk off. No, he had her encouragement and a promise that if he didn't come until told he could see her fuck herself. Well, if that wasn't about two dozen Christmases come early, he didn't know what was. He eyed that silly little tattoo on her bicep while she took another sip of her wine. Not only was it cute, it reminded him of something. Some important piece of information attached to that Party Raccoon was itching at the back of his mind. She took a breath and began.

"After a week of finding out all the ways I like to fuck, my beautiful doctor comes home. And she comes home horny. I know she wants to be with her husband. Maybe even me. Maybe both. Maybe at the same time but I'd gained an awful lot of confidence while she was gone. All the ways I'd made her husband come got me thinking real hard. About a lot of things, actually, and something in me just knew she'd be the one to answer my questions. And I needed them answered as quickly as possible. But how do you approach that? Do you let her sit down and have her breakfast before asking, 'Hey, how do you feel about me pegging your husband?' Or do you let her shower first? Maybe go join her?"

She laughed and set her bottle between her legs so she could gather her hair behind her and let it fall. She was uncomfortable, but why? For a moment, his dick was forgotten. He leaned as far forward as he could, wanting to watch her closer.

"I think she would've asked first how the week was. So I tell her. I'm a kid she let roam her candy store so I'm talking about a mile a minute as I tell her everything and then I'd naturally progress to all the other things I was curious about. Spanking. Bondage. Those are the things I know about the most but I'd heard of a few other things over the years. My friend once told me she had a boyfriend who'd wear this thing on his," she took a small intake of breath, her eyes flickered to him. She knew if she didn't say it he'd either tease her or say it first. Maybe both. Probably both. So, she spits out, "penis. Kept it from getting hard. She told me that while we were at her house eating brunch after church and then she told me about pegging and flogging and puppy play and orgasm denial and showed me her closet of leather outfits."

Something in her expression unnerved him. Something in her words itched at the back of his mind. "You two were close, huh?" He put some mirth into his words, not wanting to break her stride but needing to scratch that itch.

She nodded. "We were closer than I've been with anyone else. It's why I think I was okay with hearing all of that," she laughed a little, it sounded like music, like the start of a song, "'nasty talk' as my mom would probably say. It should have been a lot, maybe even too much, but the way she spoke about that boyfriend...I don't know, it was weird how fond she was of someone she wasn't with anymore.

"Maybe there is a little regret hidden in this story. That I never asked more. I was so curious. Not just about the kinky stuff or even sex. I think I was curious about life. She always seemed so full of it. Until she wasn't." She laughed uncomfortably. "You always think you have more time with someone." He nodded. Something about what she said deepened that itch. There was something so important in them.

He tried to push it aside, he was here for her, not the other way around. He took a drink of his beer, hoping it'd distract him. "So, yeah I regret not being brave enough to ask her more. Here was this person holding her hand out to show me everything I'd missed and I put my hands so deep in my pockets I'm not sure they'll ever come back out. I don't think I'd want to, y'know,

watch

her or anything but I would like to know more."

"You ever thought about just looking up some porn?"

"Porn?" She stared at him, wide-eyed and open mouthed. "What is that?"

"I-" He felt his face flush but if she didn't know he was happy to explain, maybe get a blush out of

her

. Then she started smiling, an eyebrow raised. "You're fucking with me?"

"For sure." She laughed. "I don't know...just didn't seem allowed. I read some, um,

spicy

stories here and there but never had much of an imagination so I couldn't really visualize what the characters were doing. Just figured that kind of stuff wasn't for me and moved right on.

"So," She pulled her legs up onto her chair. He watched her thigh muscles tense and relax and it put that little itch out of his mind. His eyes traced the demarcation between her underwear and the flesh of her ass. He could swear his mouth was watering now. "I would ask my doctor about all of that. And she would light up like Christmas. In this story, she wolfs down the rest of her breakfast and takes my hand. Her husband's already in the room, unpacking her bags for her and he's a bit surprised to see us.

"She tells him she's gonna pick something out of the black closet for me. He lights up like she did. She takes me to one of the three doors on the west wall of her room and when she opens it there's this intoxicating smell of leather and something else I'm not yet familiar with. We plunge into this closet of sleek, black clothing and she grabs a few items. She tells me to try em on. The first thing is this leather skirt that comes down to maybe mid thigh and it's got a big honking slit up the side. I tie it on under my night dress and show it off a little. Feels like I'm in one of those makeover montages where the geeky love interest is trying on clothes at the mall. We giggle over the skirt and how it makes my legs look longer than they are. Then she pushes this rigid black thing at me. It's a corset of soft leather with some serious boning. I've never put one on before so she helps me.

"She tells me to take off my night dress and I hesitate. She asks again but her voice is different. Commanding. Without another thought my arms are moving and in just a flash I'm standing there half naked. Nothing she's not seen before but it feels different now in the black closet. She takes some time to look at me, her head tilted and a little smile on her face. Then she has me turn around. She touches me more than she needs to, making sure my breasts are settled nicely before she sets to fastening the back of the corset. Then she tightens it and all that talk of them being uncomfortable is proven bullshit. I feel my shoulders pulled back, my spine straightened, my," another little hesitation, "tits are higher and they look so inviting wrapped in black."

He imagined it. Imagined her looming over him in a tight leather corset. He imagined her foot on his chest and her pussy just barely out of sight in the shadows underneath that skirt. She took a drink, an allowed pause, before continuing.

"She'd turn me around to get a good look at me and in this story she looks proud, like she's finally found a suitable protégé. We find some shoes that go with the outfit but I can't walk in em so we settle on some black boots with a chunky heel. Finally, she hands me this leather thing with a bunch of...you know what a flogger is?"

He nodded, afraid to speak for fear of breaking her stride.

"Of course you do, prevent." She smiled at him before taking another drink and pushing on with her story. "So she hands me a flogger and says that completes the look. We walk out of that closet and I swear her husband's jaw drops to the floor. She asks him if I've earned the outfit yet and

my

jaw drops a bit when he shakes his head. She hums and asks if I think I've earned the outfit. I have to be honest so I say no because I have no idea what that even means. I say as much as she nods like she was expecting that answer. Now," she shifted in her chair, "I won't say

how

I know this but I know that you can't just jump right into being a dominatrix, you've gotta learn the rules and you've gotta build trust and it's gotta go both ways.

"She crosses her arms over her chest and nods to herself, making her mind up about something. She looks at her husband and says, 'I think our friend here is a visual learner. Don't you?' Her husband nods, 'I do, but she's a fast learner. She may just need to watch once before she's ready.' My doctor makes a little noise in the back of her throat like she's humming. She uncrosses her arms and takes hold of my hands to lead my back into that closet.

"I think she's going to ask me to take off these new clothes. Instead, she tells me to pick something out for her. Now, everything looks black to me, no real difference so I just stroll through until I find something that grabs my attention. It's this little lacy babydoll dress. I pull it off the rack and look to her for any kind of reaction. All I see is an expectant look on her face. I don't know if I need more or if I've grabbed the wrong thing and she's giving me no clue."

"Oh no, poor thing. Having to make a decision based on what you want instead of what others want." His heart raced as soon as he finished speaking. He was an idiot sometimes.

To his surprise, she smiled. "Exactly. I was in charge. Hadn't felt that way...ever, really. Sure, I'd been

kind of

important at my last job but -" She stopped, her eyebrows knitting together. She took a few slow breaths and then took a long drink of her wine before continuing. "But to be

in charge

? That was new. Or would have been. Or -" She laughs. "Or I'm not sure what tense to use."

"Whichever tense you decide on, girl." The corners of her mouth twitched upward when he called her "girl". He made a note to do that more often.

"So, I stand there looking at the little dress for a few seconds before finally making up my damn mind that nothing else needs to go

with

it, just under it. I ask her where her lingerie is and she leads me to the back of the closet where there are about a million drawers. I go through them and find this pretty red thing, all lace and string. I turn back to her and I want to tell her to put everything on 'cause lord knows I don't know how but she's just gotten home.

"All those airplane germs are still hanging on her skin. That needs to be changed. So, instead of telling her to get dressed. I tell her to shower while I pick out something for her husband.

That

gets a smile from her. Just a small one, but it's enough to know I'm on the right track. We'll pretend I mentioned earlier that the closet was organized with feminine clothing on the right and masculine on the left."

"Of course," he said, smiling at her, "I remember you saying that, not sure why you would leave out such a key detail."

"I wouldn't say

key

." She threw her hair over her shoulder and leaned back a little in her chair to cross her legs. His eyes traveled back to that line betwen her black panties and her skin. His fingers itched to touch her. But she had to come to him. There were rules. He had to remember that: there were rules. "So, she leaves and I grab what I can only describe as a butler's uniform for him. When I get out of the closet he is sitting on the bed, tying his hair into a bun."

"A man bun?" He interrupted. He coudln't help it. He had been picturing himself as the husband in this sitaution. Minus the wife. Or maybe just with a different one. And the image of him putting long hair into a bun itched the back of his brain just like Geraldine did.

"It's a bun on a man, so I suppose so, yeah." She raised her eyebrows at him as if daring him to say the wrong thing.

"I used to have one of those." He laughed at her little smile.

"Oh? What happened to it?"

"I cut it, needed a fresh start." He had no idea why he said that, but he knew it was true. No one could lie here. Someone had told him once that they loved his hair. How long it was. It had only fallen to his shoulders but to them, whoever it was, that seemed to be the best length a man's hair could be.

"That's a shame, you should grow it out again."

He plucked at the label on his bottle of beer. It was still so cold the little bits of paper he pulled off stuck to the dark glass. Wet confetti. That was something. Something important. "I just might, if you ask real nice." He tried for a smile, something smooth and confident, but he felt some long forgotten sadness settle in his chest. He took a drink from his bottle, hoping she would take that as a sign to continue her fantasy.

She rolled her eyes and took another sip of wine. "

Anyways

, my doctor's husband is on the bed putting his hair into a

man bun

when I come out of the closet. I walk over and hold out the outfit. 'Put it on.' My voice is new but familar. It's hard and comanding but it feels good, like that's how I was always supposed to speak. He does what he's told and that turns me on more than I can say. Before he's finished, his wife comes out all tied up in her outfit like a Christmas present. And now I'm stuck."

"I can-"

"No." Her voice is hard, commanding. Just like in her fantasy. He feels his cock twitch, remembering the deal they made. "I mean in the story, I am stuck. Here I have two people under my control and very little idea what to do with them. I look to my doctor and she gives me the same blank stare she had in the closet. So I know I have to make another decision."

She paused. Like this ficitonal doctor in her story, he waited for her to continue, giving her not even a smile. She needed to figure this out for her self. She had to know what she wanted. He leaned forward to watch her mind work behind those dark brown eyes. As he waited for her to continue, he took in more of her face. The long, wide nose. The pout of her lips and how her teeth chewed at the bottom lip while she thought.

"I knew I wanted them in the room." Her voice startled him a little when she finally continued. "So, that is the next order I gave. I was the only one that had the key around my neck, so I instructed them to follow me.

"It could not have been more clear where we were going if I'd had them on leashes. Which would have been very interesting..." Another faraway look, this one punctuated with a devilish smile. His cock pressed against the front of his jeans, begging to hear the story just a little clearer. But she hadn't come close to the right part of the story yet. He waited. "We passed one of the valets on their way to do some work I didn't care about and a few maids cleaning the already spotless home. All of them stopped to look at us. I could feel their eyes on me but instead of the usual urge to shrink away from their stares, I felt them energizing me. By the time we reached the room, my head was held high, my shoulders back, my tits out...I felt

good

. I felt sexy. I felt in control.

"When we reached the room, I took the key from my neck and unlocked the door but didn't lead them in yet. Instead, I turned and was very pleasantly surprised when they both stopped and stood at attention, waiting for my next words. 'You both know that I have not done what we are about to do before. You also both know that I am not here to harm anyone.' This wasn't a question, but they nodded all the same. 'We'll talk more inside, but I need a promise now that you will both let me know if I am getting close to or have crossed a line. Understood?' They both say yes, but it sounds empty. It's missing something. I raise my eyebrows at them, hoping they'll know what they need to add. The wife amends her acquiesce to 'Yes, mistress.' I shake my head. The husband tries, 'Yes, ma'am.' I nod and look to the wife, who gives a 'yes, ma'am' and a smile of pure pride.

"'Good.' I say before turning around and pushing the door open. It's my fantasy so we're going to say the walls are covered in claret silk. It is my favorite, after all."

He would learn to harvest, weave, and dye silk for her. Just so she could have miles of it to languish on for the rest of time. He leaned forward, wishing for the thousandth time that he could go to her.

"On the left is a large bed, this one with black sheets. Not everything can be red." She smiled and took a sip of her wine. "There were also clusters of furniture and other items I didn't recognize, but the bed had restraints attached to each corner. That was all I would need. For now."

She shifted in her seat so that she was once again sideways with her legs over one of the chair's arms. With this new position, the curves of her hamstrings teased him from the shadows beneath her. That dip between them and her quads beckoned him to touch. The bonfire attempted to illuminate this new vision more but it could only do so much. His mouth was watering again. He took a drink and she continued.

"I instructed the wife to sit on the bed. But I made the husband sit on the floor. 'Now, due to my inexperience, I think you are both correct that I should watch before I participate. I know what makes

him

happy, but not you.' The wife smiled up at me but gave no other indication that what I was doing was anywhere near the ballpark of 'correct'. 'Of course,' I said as I put one foot on the bed, right between her legs and right over her husband's shoulder so that he was staring underneath my skirt whether he wanted to or not."

He wanted to tell her that there was no man on earth that wouldn't want to be in the husband's position but he kept quiet. She was in her stride.

"'I want this to be a fun experience for everyone, including me. So, why don't you gather all of your favorite toys for him?' She nodded and pulled her legs up so she could get off the bed but I stopped her with a firm, 'No.' She raised her eyebrows at me. 'From this point forward, when you get off of this bed, you come to me first. I missed you. I want a kiss every time you leave this bed to prove you missed me too.' She knelt, my shin rubbing between her legs. I can feel the heat coming off her already. So I must be doing

something

right. She reaches me and I shift my leg so that my thigh is pressed against her. She kisses me the same way she had the morning she left and I hold her against me with a hand pressed to the back of her head. I press my leg against her harder and move it to create some friction. It is only when she moans in my mouth that I stop and pull her away. 'Good girl, now go, fetch.'

"'I'll let you have that one, but he's more of a dog person than I am.' She hops off the bed and starts going through the room.

'Thank you for setting that boundary. I believe that would be something you would use a yellow word for? If I have the right terminology?' I look to her, watching the red lace move against the black as she continues her work.

'Not exactly, but I understand your meaning. I will say "canary" if you do something I don't like but can tolerate or if I am nearing a limit. "Cardinal" will be the word I use if I want you to stop. "Robin" if everything is okay.'

"'Then I will ask you what your favorite bird is when I want to check in.'

She turns to me, a bundle of black in her arms, and smiles. 'Is that instinct or prior research? The knowledge that you need to check in?'

I shrug, 'Probably the fact that this is a conversation within a fantasy being told to a stranger across a bonfire.'"

He laughed. "You had me deep in that story, why pull me out so abruptly?"

"You look like you're going to fall into the fire, that's why."

He had been leaning as close to her as he could, which meant he was closer to the bonfire than would have been safe were it real. "I assure you, I won't fall in. Please, continue."

She nodded to him but did not actually begin again until he leaned back in his seat. "Whatever answer I would have given her seems to satisfy her. She makes her way back to the bed and I look down at her husband. 'And you? How will I know when I have reached or crossed a boundary?'

'Ask me what month it is. January is green. June is yellow. December is red.' His voice is low, his breath shallow.