Author: SirAeghann
Selene stood in Arthur's living room, waiting for him to return.
She'd been in this room many times before, but never under these circumstances. It took years for her fantasies to become a possible reality. Years ago, she learned that Arthur shared some of her inclinations through his now ex-girlfriend Lori, though she hadn't mentioned it to him until today.
It was months ago that the idea of trying this with Arthur first worked its way into her mind. Now she was minutes away from experiencing everything that enticed and excited her. Her friendship with Arthur was something she didn't want to lose if this went badly, which was perhaps why she wanted to try it as friends with benefits rather than as romantic lovers. That, or she would have to admit that her last relationship left her with more baggage than she was willing to acknowledge.
She stood, more or less, in the center of the living room and looked toward the front door of the apartment as Arthur instructed. It was a solid door, though she couldn't tell if the wood was solid or paneled. Likely paneled. Her eyes slid along the ripples of the walnut stained grains as she waited, moving along each line as her nerves had no other outlet. The rest of her body was as still as she could make it despite her racing heart.
Arthur was knee-deep in the bedroom closet. He'd let things get a little cluttered in here since Lori moved out, but now that he had someone who might see his bedroom eventually, he knew he was going to have to clean it soon. He displaced an old sweatshirt and found what he was looking for: the trunk. He lugged the old-school traveler's trunk out of the closet with a grunt.
The noise caused Selene to turn her head toward the bedroom door and then back to the front door as she berated herself for disobeying so simple a command so soon. It wasn't easy to stand there, looking at the front door, when she heard the apartment's little noises around her. She was a dancer, someone to whom movement came naturally. She felt like bobbing where she stood but did her best to stay still, even as she caved and turned her head to look around her.
The bedroom door was shut. Arthur would never know.
The room's furniture surrounded her, with the sofa to the front door's right. The large television was on the wall behind her with a shelf of movies beneath it. There was a small coffee table directly on her right. It was closer to the couch to leave room for a wide walkway to the dining room area and pull double-duty as an ottoman when Arthur sat on the far couch corner to watch a movie.
On the other side of the television, on the wall behind her, the bathroom door was also closed. To her right, the table where they'd eaten the pizza was now empty. Its contents cleared with the dishes in the sink and the pizza in the fridge. The smell of it still hung in the air, but the flurry in her stomach was butterflies, not hunger.
To her left, two doors stood on the far wall. One was open and led to the 'office,' where Arthur kept his desktop, which sat on a folding table, and shelves upon shelves of books that lined every wall. She could see the music stand that Arthur used for practice out of the corner of her eye, just beyond the desk chair and facing the window.
Selene tried to stare through the closed door while she waited. Eager to know what he was gathering on the other side. She could not see it, but she knew that he must be preparing something or changing his clothes. Arthur was preparing for their first session together as Dom and sub, or Master and slave. She wasn't sure which terminology was more appropriate for what they were about to do.
She bit her bottom lip, and her right foot went to its toes as she moved her leg side to side in a gentle, twisting motion. She'd run out of things to look at while she waited.
On the other side of the door, Arthur was moving as quickly as he could. He hadn't been expecting this, and he swore that next time he would be more prepared.
He'd packed all of the gear away after Lori left, assuming that he wouldn't need it and that the drawer space would be more convenient. He would have gotten rid of it, but there was no resale value in this kind of gear despite his rigorous cleaning habits. So he'd kept it, just in case, and now he was thankful that he did.
Arthur kept the rooms in his apartment well cleaned. There was a place for everything, and everything was in its place. The closets, however, were another story entirely.
He kept a chore schedule, and though he had no roommate to share the burden, it also meant he had no roommate to contribute to the mess. So it evened out in the end. A roommate would undoubtedly be helpful, and he might have one next semester. He could only afford the rent on this place for so long without dipping into his savings, but then again: a roommate wouldn't permit him an opportunity like this one either, and he'd have no reason to dig out the trunk from beneath a pile of clothes, pull it out of the closet, and then move the pile of clothes back in again.
He thought for a moment about wheeling the trunk out into the living room, but he thought better of it. He didn't want to show Selene everything that he had tonight. It was essential to save some items for later. And there had to be some anticipation toward the unknown, some mystery.
He flipped the latches on the old-fashioned traveler's trunk and flipped the lid open. He'd cleaned and packed the gear when he'd put it all away, so it was fresh and ready to use. He'd taken the batteries out of a few toys, and those that needed charging were dead in the water. There would be no using them tonight, though he had some spare batteries in the nightstand.
He pulled his briefcase out from under his bed and opened it up. It's contents went back under the bed, for now. Then he carefully selected each item he wanted to use for tonight, pulled it out of the trunk, and placed it in the briefcase.
He did his best to slow his breathing through his nose as he did so. The conversation he'd just had with Selene in the kitchen was still causing his heart to hammer. He wanted to exude a sense of calm command, but this was the first time in a while he'd been called upon to act this way, and it was exciting.
He'd never considered Selene in the list of women to date. He assumed her tastes were far more conservative, and she wasn't his typical type. Arthur was six-foot and four inches tall, a full foot, and one inch taller than Selene. She was tiny compared to him, with slender limbs and a skinny waist. He had thick arms and broad shoulders. She was athletic from her dance training and experience. He was muscular from the gym and the sports he'd played in high school.
Besides all that, they'd both been dating other people when they'd met. Their friendship had developed naturally, and it was easy. It never occurred to him to think of her sexually until she came to him tonight, asking him to. Now, he couldn't get the idea out of his head.
He had ideas. Perhaps too many. There were competing thoughts on what would be the best scene to start her off. He'd done this once before with his ex, Lori, but their first scene had been more romantic. Lovemaking gave way to raw passion and a little play, which brought them to discussion afterward, and any attempt to roleplay into what they were doing. This situation was different. He and Selene weren't lovers; they were friends. Friends with Bondage?
He wasn't sure there was a term for it yet, but he wasn't too worried about the label. He was more concerned about his upcoming performance as her Master, and whether it would be everything she'd been anticipating, or if he would disappoint her, and bring an end to their friendship and the brief return of this beautiful thrill in his life.
He closed the briefcase and took a deep breath. He closed the trunk and tightened the latches back down on it.
He picked up the briefcase and walked out of the bedroom, back into the main room of the apartment, and failed to hold back a smirk as the sound of the door had caused Selene to snap to attention. She hadn't been facing the front door when the bedroom door opened. Her body went stiff and faced the front door as she stood in the center of the room, trying to appear as though she'd obeyed. He said nothing but walked steadily behind her as if he were going to the dining room table.
He stopped at the coffee table and set the briefcase down on it. He saw her turn her head slightly toward it, but then she righted herself again, staring at the door. He told her to face the front door before he'd left the room, but he hadn't meant it as an 'or else' order. They hadn't started yet, but he appreciated the attempt to please him. He took it as a sign that she was eager to begin, even if things weren't quite ready yet. Still, if she were feeling guilty about it, it would make as good an excuse as any to punish her.
"Still a few minutes yet. I have to get things ready." Arthur assured her.
His voice cut through the silence with more electricity than he'd intended, but its effect on her was immediate. He saw her shoulders loosen, and her height drop as she went from the balls of her feet to her soles.
He left her for a moment as he went into the dining room, turned right into the kitchen for a brief moment as he reached around the wall corner to turn off the kitchen light. Then he walked past the open divider between the kitchen and the dining area to the windows along the wall and closed the blinds. The parking lot three floors below was empty, and there wasn't much danger of someone accidentally looking in, but privacy was paramount.
He turned off the dining room light on his way back. They wouldn't be using those rooms tonight.
The living room lights dimmed when he turned the dimmer switch a quarter turn back from its full brightness. It gave them both enough light to see by but softened the room considerably. After a brief stop at the thermostat to adjust for impending clothing cover changes, he stood in front of Selene.
"Are you ready?" Arthur asked.
Selene looked up to his eyes when he spoke, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she answered. "Yes, sir."
"Good," Arthur said as he returned her smile. "Would you mind kneeling? And face the coffee table."
She looked at him for a moment and then knelt. She had to move her skirt slightly out of the way. It was wavy and ankle-length, a faded brown that matched her favorite old sweater. She'd paired it with an old black t-shirt he'd seen her in many times before. Though, he'd never noticed the way it clung to her sides before.
"We haven't started yet." Arthur clarified as he walked past her.
Selene looked up to watch him as he moved. Her eyebrow hitched up a step to show her curiosity at what he was doing. Her knees faced the door, and her head faced him as he moved to her left.
He walked past her and into the office for a moment. He picked something up, closed the office door behind him, and walked past her once more, going behind her. Her head swiveled to follow him as he set a scented candle down, fetched the lighter from the kitchen, lit the candle, and came back into the living room.
"Is that for what I think it's for?" Selene asked.
Arthur looked at her and smiled as he shook his head. "No. We'll get to wax play eventually, but for tonight this is simply because pizza grease doesn't smell sexy." He turned the label toward her, though she couldn't read it from where she was sitting. The singed smell of a wick flickered through the air and swept away the smell of the pizza, and replaced it with a woody smell mingled with vanilla.
With the candlelit, Arthur came closer and stopped at the far side of the coffee table. He bent down to open the briefcase and opened it with its back toward her so that she couldn't see inside of it. One at a time, he pulled the pieces for tonight out of the briefcase and laid them on the coffee table in plain sight as she watched.
The first was a blindfold, and the second was a short leather strap with a clasp at the ends - a collar. Then a small bundle of rope came out of the case, followed by a paddle. Then there was a leather cuff, a second, third, and fourth cuff. He produced a small and compact vibrator wand and a small metal tool that looked like a scalpel for a moment, but when he turned it, she saw that it had a wheel at the end with spikes on it of various thicknesses. Finally, he produced a pack of condoms from his pocket and placed them on the coffee table as well.
"Is there anything here that you object to?" Arthur asked. His eyes were looking directly at her face, and she knew he was judging her expression in that moment of response.
She looked over the items he'd laid out once more, shuffling slightly on her knees to turn so that she could get a better look.
"I'm on the pill, so you don't need those unless you want them." Selene pointed to the condoms.
"Good to know." Arthur nodded.
"What is that one?" She asked as she pointed to the pinwheel.
"It's called a Wartenberg pinwheel," Arthur answered. He lifted the tool from the coffee table and ran it for a moment along the palm of his other hand, demonstrating it to her. "It doesn't usually feature in porn, but it's a sensation tool that I thought you might enjoy." He stood up, turned the handle of the tool toward her, and offered it to her.
She picked it up and looked at it more closely, seeing the fine points at the edge of the spikes. She looked at his hand. It hadn't drawn any blood, so she could tell that puncture was not the point and that he'd respected that boundary.
She did as she'd seen him do and ran the wheel against the inside of her hand. It didn't tickle, exactly. The pricking sensation was too sharp for that, but at the same time, it didn't hurt. Feeling it now, in anticipation of play rather than during, there didn't seem to be anything to fear. On the contrary, she could imagine that in the right spots, at the right time, the sensation might only add to her pleasure.
She handed the tool back to him with a slight nod.
"Any objections?" Arthur asked again to clarify.
She looked back at the rest of the items. It suddenly felt authentic when her eyes fell upon the paddle. It was one thing to imagine someone spanking you. She'd pictured herself earlier when they discussed spanking, thrown over his thigh with Arthur's left arm holding her down and his right hand smacking against her butt while she was powerless to free herself. The daydream had been pleasant, but the reality was still unknown.
He saw her eyes hesitating on the paddle and picked it up.
"I can save this for another night." Arthur offered.
"No," Selene said immediately. "I'm just nervous. I want to try it; it's just, I've never been spanked before. I'm not sure what to expect."
"I'd offer you to try it, like the Wartenberg wheel, but it will feel very different now as opposed to when I plan to use it. It would be more of a shock, and you might not like it." Arthur tried to explain.
Selene's mouth twitched slightly to a frown, but only for a moment.
"I'll save the paddle for another night. Tonight, I'll spank you with my hand. And after that, you can decide if you want to try it with other instruments." Arthur offered.
"Leave it on the table." She decided.
"Are you sure?" Arthur asked. "There's always another night."
"I'm sure. Spank me with your hand first tonight, and if I like it, then use the paddle if you want to. But I don't want to say no to it tonight. I want to try it." Selene nodded firmly.
"Okay." Arthur agreed as he set the paddle back down. He was planning to go light on her tonight anyway, especially now that he knew she'd never been spanked before.
"Any objections to anything else?" Arthur asked.
"No, sir." Selene answered as she smiled again.
"Very good." Arthur said. "Tonight, as it's our first session together, I'm going to put you through the paces a little bit. See what you enjoy and what you don't. You can help me, and yourself, by giving me feedback as we go. If you like something, don't be afraid to moan or react to it. If you don't like something, don't be afraid to react to it or say your safewords if you need to. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." Selene answered.
"What is our safe word?" Arthur gave her a prodding look.
"Red light."
"And when will you say it?" Arthur asked.
"When I need to stop, or if it gets to be too much, or if I get hurt." Selene listed off the reasons she could think of that she would say the phrase. Though she hoped she'd never have to utter it.
"And if your mouth is full?"
"Then I'll say uh-uh-uh three times." She said as her eyes swept over the items once more. She didn't see a gag.
"And what else can you say if you need to?" Arthur asked.
"Yellow light, if I want to slow things down or breathe for a second."
"Good girl." Arthur tested the phrase and smirked when he saw the beaming smile light up Selene's face.
Arthur's voice was darker when he spoke next, deeper, and more in command. Lori had told her of the voice he used when playing, and it was masculine in a raw and earthy way. She reacted to it as he spoke, but the words themselves excited her more than the tone. The tone was simply the dressing on the main course.
"Tonight, I am going to teach you several positions that I may want you to take on command. I am going to blindfold you. There will be sexual touching between us, and possibly sexual intercourse, including oral. We'll save anal for another night. There will be nudity on both sides. There will be water involved, but no breath play tonight. You will be restrained. You will be spanked. You will experience pain, pleasure, and other sensations at my hands and through these tools that I've laid out here. Do you have any objections to any of this?" Arthur asked.
Selene shook her head and then spoke in a much breathier voice than she meant it to be. "No, sir."
Arthur stepped closer to her and towered over her when she was kneeling there, and for a moment, sitting back on her heels the way she was, she wasn't even confident her head would reach his crotch if she wanted to crawl forward and give him a blow job. The jeans did an adequate job of concealing him, but she and his ex - her friend Lori - had already discussed some of the specifics. She felt she knew what she was in for with him.
"Okay. Here's how it's going to work." Arthur started as he picked up the thin leather strip with a fastener at either end. "This is your collar. It's just a training collar. A simple strip of leather, unadorned. As we go, I'll likely buy more of them for you to wear. Every time we start a session, you will pick your collar, and eventually, that will tell me what kind of mood you're in and what type of play you're looking for."
He picked up the strap of leather and offered it to her. She moved her hair aside and pushed her long blonde braid so that it fell over her shoulder. She tilted her head so that he could place it on her, and he shook his head. He walked over to her and put it on the table directly in front of her.
"For now, you will put your collar on, and you will take it off. While it's on, I am your Dominant, and you are my Submissive. It means that we're playing and that the rules of our game apply. You will obey me. You will show me respect as your Dom and Master. You will ask permission to do anything that is not a direct command, including cumming. In addition to using your safewords, as discussed, you can remove your collar to end play at any time. Or you can ask me to remove it for you if you are tied up." It would have been a rather clever pun if he hadn't meant it so literally. "Do you understand?"
She didn't nod or answer him vocally but took the collar up immediately. He held up a hand to stop her, seeing what she was about to do.
"Do you need anything before we begin? A glass of water, to use the bathroom, anything?" He asked.
She shook her head and finished her movement. She placed the collar around her neck and snapped the clasp into place behind her head. It fell against her neck like a loose choker, settling at the base where her collarbone met her throat.
"I understand, sir." She looked down to the floor as she said it, averting her gaze.
Their first session had officially begun.
"Are you familiar at all with slave stances?" Arthur asked as he stepped around behind her.
"No, sir." Selene answered, her eyes still on the floor.
"Then let's begin with those basics." Arthur's voice assumed that tone that caressed her ears. "I'm going to teach you three poses. If you fail to follow instructions, I will spank you and then reposition you myself. After you've learned them, I expect you to assume them whenever I give you the command. If you fail to assume them properly or immediately, I may use it as a cause for further punishment. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"The first position is called 'kneel.' It is the position I want you to assume whenever I tell you to kneel without any further direction." Arthur started. "First, I want you to stand and face me."
Selene was surprised, but she obeyed, in the order that he stated it. She stood up, turned around, and then lifted her eyes to look up to him. Their gaze met for a moment, and she could see his eyes were more formidable than they usually were.
His gaze was unyielding, and he was unapologetic for the weight of it as it swept from her feet to her eyes. She felt as though she were naked, though she knew the clothes she wore were modest. She looked back down to the floor.
Arthur surprised her when he reached forward, took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, and lifted it back up until her eyes met his gaze once more. He was closer now, and although she half-expected him to laugh at how small and bare she felt, he didn't.
"Do as I do." He said simply as he lowered himself to his knees. "Sit with your legs beneath you, knees together, butt on your heels, toes pointed behind you, your back straight, head forward, eyes down, palms down on the middle of your thighs."
She sank down with him, following his example and his instructions as quickly as he spoke them.
"Perfect." That piece of praise, spoken in that tone, swept a chill down her spine.
"Next is Nadu." Arthur spoke as he spread his knees apart and adjusted his stance.
Selene's eyes lifted slightly and stopped on his crotch.
"Focus."
Arthur's voice caused her to lift her eyes to his for a moment and then look at what he was doing. It was the same position, more or less, but now the palms were face up, and the knees were spread. She took the position with a little more difficulty, but she held it nicely once she moved her skirt.
"Very good." Arthur nodded once more. "And what is the name of that position?"
"Nadu." Selene answered.
There was hesitation in her voice that Arthur assumed came from uncertainty about the origin and the meaning of the word. She would learn its source in time, but now was hardly the time to give a lesson in the various sub-culture impacts science fiction could have.
"Correct." Arthur nodded. "The next is called display." At this, he rose to his feet and stood with his legs apart. Then he lifted his hands and placed them so that his fingers were resting behind his head as though he were laying back, although he stood tall.
Selene did the same, finding this the easiest of the three poses and almost confused as to why it would be considered a submissive posture. Then she realized that it would live up to its name when naked, displaying her to him with no obstruction to his gaze.
"Display." She repeated, which brought a slight smile to Arthur's face. She learned quickly.
"Good girl." Arthur praised her again. "Now that I've shown them to you, and you've learned them. You are going to practice them a little bit. Stand here." He pointed to the space directly in front of him after he stepped back a step. It gave her a wide furniture-free area with which to work. "And I will watch from here." He said as he moved to the nearest corner-seat of the sofa and sat down.
Selene stood in the center of the room and looked at him for some signal, some command to begin. For a moment, he simply looked at her. That gaze was one she wasn't used to seeing in his eyes. Arthur was her friend. Arthur was safe. She knew that as easily as she knew her own name. He would never do anything to hurt her. Yet there was a look in his eyes now that bespoke a hunger. Was it always there? Had he just been very good at hiding this part of himself from her, from everyone? Or had she created it by offering herself to him like this?
She didn't know, but the questions her mind was asking her to answer increased with every moment he failed to speak.
"Kneel."
Selene dropped immediately into the position, almost in relief, but still trapped in his gaze, keeping her eyes on his.
"No, that is not correct." Arthur shook his head.
She took a moment to look at herself. She was sitting with her knees together, just as she had before.
"Where do your eyes belong?"
She looked up at him for a moment and then immediately looked down to stare at the floor a few inches in front of her knees as she had before.
"Correct." She could hear the smile in his voice, even if she couldn't see it, and immediately felt pleased with herself for having pleased him.
"Now stand up." Arthur instructed as he stood up too.
Selene obeyed.
"Put your hands on the coffee table."
Following that instruction, she bent at the waist and placed her hands on the coffee table that came up to just below her knees. Arthur's hand came down in a swift spank on her left cheek that caught her by surprise. She gave an involuntary squeak that drew a smile onto his face.
"Nadu."
She moved quickly and retook the kneeling position, opened her legs, and turned her palms over.
"Kneel."
She closed her knees and placed her palms flat against her thighs.
"Display."
She rocked backward and up to her feet once more and stood once again with her hands behind her head.
"Feet apart." Arthur corrected as she immediately moved to correct the pose. His palm struck her right cheek this time and rocked her forward a little bit.
"Kneel."
She assumed it correctly this time.
"Display."
She stood back up. Her heart was beating faster now, whether from the movement or the excitement. Her clothes were still on, but the situation made her feel naked. She felt vulnerable beneath his eyes as he watched her with interest. She could feel the leathery collar against her throat and knew its significance. Tonight, she was his play-thing, there to please and serve him - even if he had to teach her how.
"Nadu."
She dropped to her knees again and took the pose, this time with her chest thrust forward a little more than she had before.
"Back straight. You don't need to try and improve the size of your breasts in my eyes." Arthur shook his head.
"I know Lori had-"
"Lori's breasts are not your concern. Yes, they are larger than yours, and no doubt she told you of my fondness for them if she told you everything else that we did, but you are not Lori - and you do not need to compare yourself to anyone. You are my slut - you are who you are, and the only person you need to concern yourself with is me. Do you understand?" Arthur's voice had that tone again. He was not offering her an argument or any false compliments. He was telling her how things were and how they needed to be.
She understood, and she would obey. She was a good girl.
"Yes." Selene answered.
"Yes..." Arthur led her, and she followed.
"Yes, sir." She answered.
"Good girl." Arthur nodded. "Once more, stand and put your hands on the coffee table." She quickly and obediently moved into the position.
Arthur spanked her twice this time, once on each cheek. To her surprise, he groped her breast through her clothing while he did so. She felt herself respond to it as her nipples started to press against the fabric of her bra.
"Display."
She practically jumped and took the pose.
"Nadu."
She dropped back to her knees and spread them for him.
Arthur took a step forward and stopped when his foot was on her skirt between her thighs. It pulled the skirt from her waist a little, though her shirt still covered the waistband.
"Display."
She knew what would happen when she stood, and she obeyed. Her hips rose as her legs lifted her off the ground, but the skirt stayed trapped beneath his shoe. It rolled over her hips and down her legs and fell to the floor in a heap. Her shirt did not cover the bottom of her panties, and it covered even less as she raised her hands and placed them behind her head just as the pose demanded.
"Good girl." Arthur's eyes stayed on hers. Her breath caught a little in her throat, and she took a deep breath in, trying to calm it. "Now that you've learned those positions, I may call on you to take them at any point this evening or in our other sessions. You may want to practice the poses between sessions, as I will be adding more each session until you have learned all the poses I wish you to learn."
"I understand, sir."
"Good."
He left the second half of the phrase off this time, and she noticed. The term was not a familiar one coming from him, and coming from anyone else, she would have been angered by it. In this context, coming from him in this place made her feel warm and happy in a way that she couldn't quite explain.
"Have you ever been naked, totally naked, in front of a man before?"
"Yes, sir."
"Even when not in bed, or leading to it?" Arthur asked.
Selene paused. "No, sir."
"Do you feel vulnerable without your skirt between us?" He asked.
"Y-yes, sir."
"Step out of it," Arthur instructed. It pooled around her feet in a pile of brown against the beige carpet. She stepped her pale legs out of it, choosing to step to the side rather than back toward the bedroom or closer to Arthur. "Pick it up, fold it, and give it to me."
She looked at him for a second. The command wasn't what she'd been expecting. She thought he'd tell her to remove the rest of her clothing. She imagined nudity was mandatory and immediate, but Arthur was letting it happen slowly. Did he not want to see her naked? The question came unbidden and yet refused to leave her mind unanswered.
He saw her hesitation. "Pick it up." He repeated.
She looked at him for a moment and then bent forward toward him and picked it up.
"Fold it."
She took it by the waist and brought it out, displaying it for the two of them as she then folded it in half and then folded it in half along its length.
"Give it to me."
She added a flourish of her own as she laid the skirt across both of her hands and bowed forward to present it to him. It was a bit of initiative on her part that did not go unappreciated if she could judge by the smirk in the corner of his mouth.
Arthur took the skirt from her and walked away.
She almost followed him but decided after leaning slightly forward to take the step that she would remain where she was. She watched him as he walked around the coffee table, into the dining room, and then turned into the kitchen. She leaned the other way and watched as he placed the skirt directly on top of the refrigerator.
Why had he- oh. Selene realized it at the exact moment he wanted her to. It was the only place visible in the apartment that she couldn't reach, but he could. She would have to pull a chair over to the fridge to get her clothing back, or she would have to ask for it back, or he would have to give it to her. It was a small, almost silly gesture but sent an unmistakable message: He was in control.
Selene felt her body respond without any conscious thought or reason, and she felt even more ready as his eyes raked her alabaster-pale legs on his return. Her face flushed with heat for a moment as she remembered to breathe.
"Are you warm?" Arthur asked with a slight smirk. He knew exactly why she was blushing, but what was the fun of pushing into these new boundaries if he couldn't tease her for it a little bit.
On his way back, Arthur picked something up from the coffee table and offered it to her as he came back to her. She looked at the blindfold in his hand and took it. She was still looking at it when he prodded her with what he wanted her to do.
"Put it on, slave."
She immediately flushed a brighter red and brought the elastic strap of the blindfold over her head. Darkness consumed her vision as she closed her eyes. She adjusted it slightly so that she could not see and took stock. She honestly couldn't see anything out of it between the blindfold and the dimmed living room lights. She raised her hands automatically as if feeling around for something instinctively.
Arthur caught her hands and brought them in front of her.
"I am going to undress you." His voice filled her world. It told her how things would be, and she accepted it as truth. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears, which seemed to drown out all other sounds. His footsteps on the carpet were light, but she knew where he was from his hands, touching her arms. She could smell him as he stepped closer. The familiar scent of his soap, pine, and smoke-filled her world and washed out the vanilla scent of the candle on the dining room table. She thought and felt every moment in which she'd smelled that scent before - every moment they'd hugged - all at once. It made her feel as though he were embracing her now, even though he moved around her.
He stood behind her now. She could feel the rough grip of his hands. One was on her left arm, and the other was on her right hip. The hand on her hip slid lower, touching the bare side of her thigh without her skirt. It smoothly slid backward until it found the outline of her black panties. It followed the curve of her cheek upward until it crossed the cotton border and slid beneath the shirt, and came to rest at the top of her panty's waistband.
His left hand slid down as well, traveling firmly and smoothly down her arm as though trying to smooth the goosebumps that had grown there. It found her hand and intertwined her fingers through its own. Then it lifted her hand until it was above her head and left it there.
She pushed her hand back and found the side of his face. Pushing it further, she slid it along until it came to rest behind his head.
His hand came back to her and started on the outside of the shirt. It smoothed the fabric as it traveled downward, over the handful of the breast that it cupped before it moved to her flat stomach. The hand traveled slightly back up, caressing the underside of the breast through the shirt and bra, then slid down again until it came to the hem of her shirt.
Together, his hands lifted the shirt off of her as she raised her other arm. She felt it roll against the skin of her stomach and then firmly against the flesh of her breasts before it lifted free of them. The neckline clipped her nose as it passed, and then she felt the last traces of it along her arms before it was gone.
Arthur took a moment to admire her body as he folded the shirt. She had planned on being seen tonight. Her bra and panties were a matched set of simple black.
Her bra was small and solid, holding the two B-cup breasts gently. The straps of the bra were tight over the hard lines of her back and shoulder muscles. Her stomach was flat and well-toned, and her legs were long for her height and perfectly shaped. True, he was used to dating girls with larger breasts than Selene could offer, but the perfect roundness of her ass nearly made up for it.
"Stay right here." Arthur whispered into her ear, still using that tone that caused her to stay rooted to the spot for fear of his disappointment.
He was back within a few moments. Selene did not doubt that her shirt had joined her skirt and that Arthur was making his footfalls extra heavy. That, or the loss of one sense heightening the others, happened much more quickly than she'd first supposed.
"I am going to lead you now. I want you to walk with me." Arthur's voice was calm and collected as he spoke. He was doing his best not to betray his nerves.
Selene was surprised, but she obeyed by immediately offering him her hand to take.
Arthur took her by the hands and led her. They turned together, and then she walked forward, he walked backward, but the steps were not nearly enough to lead into the bedroom.
"I'm going to take off your blindfold now." Arthur warned her as his hands came up to her head. "Give yourself a moment to let your eyes adjust before you try and move."
Selene lifted the blindfold from her eyes, and the room came into focus. It was dark, with the lights over the bathroom sink and its mirror dimmed by a switch.
The bathroom wasn't huge. A single aisle of space led from the door to the toilet on the far wall. On the left was the sink and mirror with a hamper between the sink and the door. On the right was the bathtub and shower with a linen closet between it and the door. It was a full-size tub, big enough for the two of them if they didn't mind a tight fit. She wasn't sure what Arthur had in mind, but she stayed quiet.
"Nadu." Arthur said after a moment.
She dropped to her knees on the bathmat, facing the tub, and took the position slowly but obediently.
Arthur stood between her and the door. He closed the door, pulled a fresh towel from the closet and a washrag, and placed them on top of the closed hamper behind her. She looked up at him with a look of confusion plain on her face.
"Turn the water on, set it to a comfortable temperature." Arthur instructed.
"What are we doing?" Selene asked, giving voice to her confusion.
"Do you trust me?" Arthur asked.
"Yes, sir." Selene answered almost automatically. She didn't question her trust in him, and she wasn't afraid for her safety. She was merely confused.
"Then trust me, and do as I tell you. A slave obeys her Master."
"Yes, Master." She answered. She broke the pose and adjusted the tub's faucet to a steaming temperature. She liked her showers hot, and the shower in her apartment was just like this one. Her apartment was very similar to his in general, since they lived in the same complex, except she had roommates, and her apartment's layout mirrored his.
The steam started as the water filled the tub, and Arthur nodded. "Display." He said firmly as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Selene took the position quickly as she came to her feet.
Arthur reached past her and then stopped himself as he let his hand rest against the small of her back. "Take a moment." He instructed as his hand left her back. "When you're ready, turn, face me, and then take off your final pieces of clothing."
She took a breath. This was it, and they both knew it. The threshold. All the talking and anticipation aside, this was a line that would forever change their friendship. If all went according to their plans, it wouldn't be the only line they crossed tonight. It was just the first. For a moment, she thought it was unfair that he was still dressed and she was supposed to be naked. She let that thought go as quickly as it came to her. He was the Master, and she was his slave.
She closed her eyes again. She thought about dancing or otherwise trying to make the removal sexy in some fashion. She didn't have the assets that Lori had; she knew that but she could dance, and her body did have some curves that Arthur might appreciate. The memory of his words quieted her fears. She didn't have to compare; she only had to obey.
She obeyed. She reached behind her back and, with one smooth motion, unclasped the bra. With a shrug of her shoulders and one smooth movement of her arms, she let it fall and caught it just as it fell to her hands.
Arthur admired her movements and the bare breasts that followed. He was right about the size. They were full, round, B-cup breasts that looked slightly larger on her without the bra because of her small frame. A handful from what he'd judged earlier, but he didn't reach to touch them now. He simply allowed his eyes to admire them and their areolas no bigger than a quarter.
She folded the bra and handed it to him.
Then she turned around with her feet slightly crossed, showing her backside to Arthur as she leaned forward. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and lowered her panties. Her butt was round and pert, which rounded out with her hips and had a definite line between her thigh and cheeks, a bubble butt, small but perfect in shape.
She kept her legs together, teasing the final reveal until the waistband was by her knees, and then she opened her legs and let her underwear fall away. She flicked her foot, caught the panties in the air, folded them, and placed them on top of the brain Arthur's hand.
"Display." Arthur ordered, and she assumed the pose without any hesitation. His eyes wandered over her for a moment, and she saw the smile hit his face as she stood there wearing only the collar he'd given her.
"Wait here." And he left the bathroom. When he returned, he didn't have her bra or panties in his hand anymore. Selene could only assume they'd joined the skirt and tee-shirt in the other room.
He was glad to see that she was still in the same position he left her in.
"This exercise is to let us gain some familiarity with one another's bodies, to give you some experience in feeling vulnerable and at my mercy, and to let us get intimate before things become sexual." He explained, though he did not give her any time to respond before lifting his shirt off, and it was her turn to admire.
She knew that he kept in shape, and she'd seen him shirtless before, but never this close and in this intimate a space. The lines of his muscles were like primal cuts in stone. She wanted to reach out and touch him, but she kept the pose as instructed and waited.
She waited for him to finish undressing, but he didn't move to unfasten his belt or take off his pants. She could see the bulge that was growing there, and she'd heard from Lori. She had certain expectations, but it seemed she was going to be denied her chance at confirmation for the moment. Still, he liked what he saw in Selene's body, and Arthur could tell by the look in her eyes that she liked what she saw too.
"Do you want me to wash you?" Selene asked as she tried to guess where things were going.
"No." Arthur answered. "I am going to wash you, though." He didn't tell her why, but he knew she would understand by the time they'd finished. It was a lesson in vulnerability, an experience of her being vulnerable with him and trusting in him when he held all the cards in the situation. He knew what was coming next, and she had to let him lead.
"May I put my hair up?" She asked as she moved the long braid of hair into her hands that were still positioned behind her head. "So that we can be careful not to get it wet."
Arthur nodded, and she quickly adjusted her braid up into a bun that she clipped into place with a clip in her hair that was waiting to serve this purpose. She smiled at him and then looked down.
"Ready, Master." She moved back into the display position.
Arthur stepped forward and closed the distance between them. She could feel the warmth coming from the shower water blocked slightly by the curtain and his presence as he put his hand on her side. Then he raked his fingernails upwards until it crossed the underside of her breast. She let her breath out raggedly in response.
He brought his left hand to her other breast and gripped it from the underside. He swept his thumb over her tit, back and forth a total of twice before it was erect. She went on to her toes when he caught it between his thumb and forefinger and pulled it slightly upwards. A gasp escaped her. The pain mingled with the other sensations and caused a reaction she hadn't expected.
He lowered and released it far too soon, and she came back down to the soles of her feet.
"Don't dance around in the tub." He warned her. "It will be far too easy to slip without sure footing."
"Understood, Master." She nodded.
He reached his arm to her face and brought it just above the collar as he curled his fingers over the back of her neck and swept his thumb over her cheek.
"Step carefully into the shower, and take the display position, facing me." He instructed.
"Should I take off the collar?" She asked, uncertain.
"It's treated to be waterproof. It should be fine." He answered.
Without further question, she opened the curtain and stepped over the edge of the tub. She turned so that she was facing him, carefully planted her feet, and raised her hands behind her head once more, letting them rest on the underside of the bun she'd made. The water came from her left, washed against her side, and streamed down to the rest of her body. It was warm and welcoming, nearly perfect in temperature for the way she liked it.
Arthur reached past her to the side and took the removable showerhead from its fixture. The hose attached to it let him move and turn it as he rinsed the front of her body. The water splashed against her arms, then her chest, stomach, waist, hips, thighs, calves, and feet. Then he silently motioned for her to turn before he pointed the spray away from her toward the drain.
She stepped carefully, turning around and resuming the display position. She didn't turn to see what Arthur was doing, but she felt the hot water gush against her arms, then her shoulder blades, and then her lower back. She could feel it run down from her back to her butt, over the curves, and down her legs. She could feel the heat of the water matching the heat that was coming from her, and her breathing slowed as her heart beat faster.
She felt the spray from the showerhead move lower, almost caressing her lower back and backside in simple vertical sweeps. It felt almost like a massage with the constant pressure of the water and the heat. The backs of her thighs were next, followed by her calves, and it was only when she no longer felt the stream of water against her skin that she'd realized she'd closed her eyes in comfort and ecstasy.
Selene opened her eyes as Arthur reached into the tub and turned off the water. She saw the showerhead go back into its holder in the corner of her vision. Then she heard the linen closet open and close.
"Face the drain." Arthur instructed.
Selene turned so that her face was pointing toward the shower head and drain, with Arthur to her right side.
"I'm going to wash you now." Arthur said as she felt his left hand rest on her left shoulder in a gentle grip and felt the lathered bar of soap press against her right shoulder blade. Arthur stood behind her, leaned over the edge, and washed her back, sides, and then her shoulders.
He moved the bar tantalizing slowly. She knew what was coming next. He knew it too, but he was making her wait for it anyway.
"Arms behind you." Arthur said, and she obeyed. She moved her hands behind her back, crossing them as though cuffed. His left hand moved to the back of her neck to steady her. His right hand slid over her with the bar of soap. She felt the coarse hair of his arm brush against her collar bone as he slid the soap lower, and she leaned back to try and grant him more access.
Her hands moved from their crossed position to brace herself against the tub. She looked up at Arthur as he looked down, but his eyes didn't meet her gaze. They were on her body. She felt the heat rise in her as she watched him admire her, bared for him, being washed by him as though she were his pet or one of his possessions.
He slid the bar lower and lower along her front but stopped before he reached where she wanted him to touch. She almost groaned when he stopped but held it back. She pouted with her lips instead, realizing too late that she was still looking up at him, and he could see that as easily as he could see the rest of her.
Arthur placed the bar of soap on its holder, picked the showerhead back up, and turned it back on. He rinsed his hands first and his forearms and then turned the water onto Selene. He rinsed every inch of her flesh that he'd covered with the soap, piece by piece. He moved her arms as he needed to, to reach beneath them.
"Display." He said as he turned the water off again. "Facing the wall."
She obeyed, standing carefully with his help, and took up the display position. To her disappointment, when he took up the soap again, he started with her calves. She glanced over her shoulder, which earned her a quick spank to the left cheek. She could see that he was kneeling next to the tub now and could easily reach what he needed to.
He brought the soap up and down her calves, her shins, over the tops of her feet. Then he lathered his hands and took both of them over her thighs. The hand on the inside of the thigh pressed firmly, almost massaging the already warmed muscles.
After Arthur finished each leg, he finally brought his hands to her ass, and she flushed a little when she felt his firm grip take one cheek and then the other as though testing how firm each one was. She was proud of her butt, pert and round, perfect in shape - or so she'd been told more than once. To have him feeling it the way he was, though, made her moan without thinking about it. She caught herself, but he only smirked and nodded.
"That's good, pet. I need to know what you like." Arthur said as he did it again, eliciting another, albeit smaller, moan. Then his hands finally moved to her lower lips and traced over where her pubes would be if she hadn't shaved. The touch felt electric, but he didn't play. He merely pressed firmly as he washed there and let his fingers trace firmly against the crease where her legs met her crotch.
When he finished, he placed the soap in its container once more. He took up the showerhead and turned the water back on. It felt incredible as it washed over her backside, relaxing the muscles he'd gripped and massaged. She could see the soap draining away in the bottom of the tub until it ran clear.
He pointed the head at the drain for a moment. "Face me." Arthur commanded.
She turned carefully, and the water resumed against her skin, rinsing her clean. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the relaxing warmth, even as the water splashed against her sensitive lips and teased her. The smile on her face felt permanent and didn't fade as Arthur turned the water off once more and put the showerhead back in its place.
"Now can I wash you?" Selene asked.
"No." Arthur said firmly. "We'll save that for another time."
"But-" Selene started to say something, but the sentence turned into a gasp as she felt that familiar pinch and tug on her nipple. The tug was less this time, but the grip was firmer, and the gasp that came was an involuntary mixture of pain and pleasure that she could no more describe than she could fly.
Arthur released her tit. "I said no."
"Yes sir." She looked down immediately, feeling it was the only appropriate response to being reprimanded and hoping he attributed the blush in her cheeks and chest as being from the heat of the water.
Arthur took a soft towel in his hands and started drying her off as she stood there, still in the display position with her eyes downcast. She was wet from the neck down, and he moved her arms so that he could dry them first. Then her breasts, back, torso, hips, thighs, and legs. He helped her step out of the tub and then dried her feet. She glanced toward her clothes, but Arthur's silent shake of his head was enough to tell her to leave them where they were.
"Nadu." Arthur instructed.
Selene dropped to the position on the bathmat in front of him. She could see the bulge in his pants had only grown and unconsciously bit her bottom lip at the thought of it. She wanted to see it. Was this it? Was he going to tell her to satisfy him with her mouth or-
"Stay." He instructed, and she was momentarily struck by the command. Stay, as though she were a dog.
It surprised her more than anything else, but she realized she was already obeying it, and honestly, Him treating her like this was what she wanted. It was clear she was already having a positive response to it. Despite being toweled off, she was wet between the legs. And the heat coming from her was fierce. Despite his command to stay, she touched herself as soon as he left the bathroom. She was slick and ready, aroused by every touch and word he gave.
She placed her hand back onto her thigh just before the bathroom door opened. He had the rope in his hand and a smirk on his face, but he didn't step back into the bathroom. He simply held the door open.
"Crawl to the center of the living room." He instructed. "Then stand."
She looked at him for a moment and then shifted forward onto her hands and knees. She tried to make it look seductive, which was easy at first. Then the crawling came into play, and she wasn't sure how well it came across. His eyes stayed on her, though, and once she passed him, they didn't leave her ass even after she'd stood up.
"Let your braid down." Arthur nodded toward the clip in her hair. She obeyed, letting the single braid fall straight between her shoulder blades to the small of her back.
Arthur walked past her to the coffee table, and she turned to watch him as he did so. She had to hold herself back from asking what came next. She knew he had something in that head of his; she just wasn't sure what - even if he had given her the list before they started. What was it he said again? Nudity, sexual touching - done and done. Restraint, pain, pleasure, well, she'd already experienced some of the latter two.
Arthur answered her unasked question as he picked up the leather restraints.
"Hands." That was all Arthur had to say for her to stick out her hands in front of her. He tightened the restraint on each wrist so that it was snug but not tight. The padding they had on them made them pretty comfortable.
Then he pushed her arms down to her side and knelt in front of her. He placed a kiss on her thigh. His nose pressed against the flesh where the leg met the rest of her body. He could smell her arousal as he wrapped another cuff around her ankle. He did the same on the other leg, then kissed just above her clit, and stood.
He stepped back to admire his handiwork. "There, now you're dressed like a proper slave." He smirked. "Does it feel good? Does it feel natural to you?"
"Yes, Master." Selene answered without having to think about it. The feelings that were going through her right now were coming from her body rather than her mind. Her fantasies were one thing, a mental facsimile of the physical reality she was enjoying now, and she could feel herself getting swept away by even the gentlest touch.
He reached forward, lifted her chin with his hand until she was standing on her toes, and kissed her.
They'd never kissed before, and it felt more passionate than she could recall any kiss she'd experienced before. They were friends, outside of this. She'd thought what it might be like to kiss him, but those mental exercises paled in comparison to the passion she felt right now.
Arthur felt the same way, but he kept himself from getting swept away in his passion. He was in control of the situation and himself. Even though his heart was racing, and the bulge in his pants was painful. He kissed her and then let her go.
"I want you to stand right here. Feet flat and shoulder-width apart." Arthur pointed to a spot near the wall next to the front door. "Then I want you to lean forward, and place your hands on the wall, shoulder-width apart."
"Yes, sir." Selene half-whispered as she moved to obey. She planted her hands on the wall and kept her feet apart. Standing where he'd indicated, her torso was at a forty-five-degree angle, more or less. She had to fight the impulse to go up on her toes. He'd specified feet flat, and she assumed he had a reason.
He took the rope and started tying it around her waist, then over her thighs, and between her legs. Before she knew it, she was in a rope harness that left her ass cheeks bare but had a knotted section just over her lips, and she could feel the ropes against her waist, thighs, and hips, not unlike wearing a garter with a thong.
"I told you that you were going to experience pain and pleasure tonight." Arthur said calmly. "I hope you're ready."
"Yes, Sir." Selene looked over her shoulder at him. "Please."
The 'please' sent a pulse through him that made him yearn to release himself from his pants. Still, he held back. He knew what he wanted.
Arthur walked back over to the coffee table for a moment and picked up the Hitachi. He rubbed the top of it with his palm a few times before he stood next to her. Selene felt it press against her lips and clit, held in place by the rope with two knots placed just right to capture the head of the wand between two cords of the rope. The bottom of the wand stuck out of the 'waistband' of the tie.
She tensed in anticipation, but he didn't turn it on just yet. He tested the fit and made sure it was snug against her first. She was slick and ready for it as it parted her lips, and the feel of his hand manipulating her labia to make room for it made her give a small moan of appreciation to let him know she liked it.
He stood on her right with his right arm down her front, holding the wand in place and pressing it against her gently. He shifted it slowly, and she moaned in response. His left hand gently caressed the cheek of her ass, which caused goosebumps to run up her spine.
Then Arthur turned it on.
The feeling was like a shockwave that refused to end as Arthur held the tool in place. Selene bucked involuntarily, curled her hands into fists against the wall, and cried out in pleasure. Her cry was silenced by Arthur's mouth, capturing hers with his own. A surprisingly passionate kiss.
Then Arthur turned it off.
"Please." Selene panted. "That was amazing."
"You want more?" Arthur asked. "It's just a bit of masturbation. A toy. Meant to give you a taste of pleasure."
"Please, sir. More." Selene looked up at him. The look in his eyes was one that took her by surprise. It was predatory, in a way she'd never seen him look at her before.
"I'm going to turn it back on." Arthur assured her. "And I'm going to pleasure you like the slut you are, but I'm going to make you earn it."
"Yes, sir, anything." Selene responded immediately, though she did not move. She waited for his instruction.
"Normally, I'd make you suck my cock to earn some pleasure, but you've been a bad girl tonight. You disobeyed the first order before we'd even gotten started properly, and just now - in the bathroom - you were touching yourself without permission. Weren't you?" Arthur asked.
"Yes, sir." Selene answered though she was unsure how he knew.
"So I'm going to spank you while I do this." Arthur explained. "And for each spank, I want you to count, and say 'thank you.' As the count increases, so will the vibrations. If you lose count, or if your hands leave the wall, we start over. Do you understand?"
Selene licked her lips and nodded eagerly. "Yes sir."
"Good." Arthur took her jaw in his hand and brought her lips to his once more. "Now there's just one more thing." He said. He walked away for a moment and returned with the blindfold to put over her eyes.
Her world went dark once more, and then it started. Arthur kept the vibrations low this time, and the spank was light and quick. His left hand barely left her cheek when he brought it down again flat against the roundest part of her butt.
She gave a little squeak at the surprise of it but then remembered. "One, thank you, Master."
He slapped the other cheek the same way.
"Two, thank you, Master."
He slapped a little higher this time and a little faster, causing a bit of a sting coupled with the vibrations increasing. It caused Selene to shift her hips forward and moan before speaking.
"Three, thank you, Master."
He spanked her hard, a little lower, where the thigh met her rump. She shifted forward with the impact but pushed back against the wall to keep the position.
"Four, thank you, Master."
He did the same on the other cheek, and this time she was prepared for it.
"Five, thank you, Master."
He felt the inside of her thigh with his right hand and could feel that she enjoyed this. He smirked as he brought down the sixth spank directly toward the floor on top of her ass. He wanted to paint each cheek to turn it from a pale white canvas to a dark red one. He notched the wand up a bit as he delivered the sixth and felt her flex her thighs in response.
"Six, thank you, Master."
He continued spanking her evenly and slowly, moving his hand from place to place and alternating from cheek to cheek to see which elicited the best responses. Every five spanks, he would increase the vibrations until he could tell that she was having difficulty keeping her stance and the count.
After the tenth stroke, he switched from his hand to the paddle. Her reaction became more visceral, and the harder he struck, the louder she moaned when she tried to count. Until eventually, she started to have trouble answering.
"Twenty... five..." Selene panted. "Thank you, Master."
Arthur raised his hand to strike again.
"Please, sir, please." Selene shook.
"Please what, slave?" Arthur asked.
"Do I have your permission to cum?" Selene asked, and immediately her face flushed to match the red marks on her ass at the words.
"Not yet." Arthur answered. "I hoped to make it to thirty."
"Oh, please, sir." Selene twitched. "I can't last much longer."
Arthur gave her ass another slap, harder this time, as the vibrations on the wand went a touch higher.
Selene's legs buckled a little bit, but she righted herself. "Twenty... six. Thank... you sir." She gasped. "No sir, I can't hold it. Please."
Arthur slapped her ass again, this time hitting both cheeks with a single swat of the paddle that pushed her hips a little forward. He gripped her breast with the other hand and pulled her tit, hoping to hold back her orgasm with a bit of pain. It had the opposite effect.
Rather than call out twenty-seven, her whole body convulsed, and she threw her head back as her legs clamped shut over the wand. She opened her mouth as though to scream, but no sound came out of it. Her arms pushed off the wall but were quickly pinned to her sides as Arthur threw his arms around her to keep her from moving and hurting herself. The effect was that she was immobilized as she convulsed.
Arthur held her and let her ride it out. After the first couple of bucking movements, he turned the vibrator off and ended up having to hold her up with his forearms under her arms until she finally stopped quivering.
"I'm sorry, sir." Selene's voice was quiet. The relaxation that hit her seemed to have nearly knocked her out.
"It's okay." Arthur assured her. "You'll make it up to me later."
He lowered her gently to the floor and took off the blindfold. She kept her eyes closed for a second with a blissful smile on her face. Arthur stood over her and admired the sight.
There she was, lying face-up on the floor. A few hours ago, she was his friend Selene, a hippy, nerdy ex-ballerina who dressed a bit on the safe side. Now she was naked except for the collar around her throat, the leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles, the rope around her waist and crotch, and the moisture that slicked her legs. Smiling in post-orgasmic bliss brought about by mingling pleasure and pain. She kept her arms by her sides, giving him a nice full view of her breasts and the rest of her body.
"Can I serve you, Master?" Selene's eyes were open now, and searching for his. She wiggled her hips a little to catch his attention and shake him out of his daze.
"Recovered already?" Arthur asked.
"I'm a little sensitive, but if you wanted me to use my mouth, or my hands..." Selene tried to seem suggestive, despite the apparent sleepiness that had swept her up and left her on the floor.
"A good slave serves her master, regardless." Arthur chided her.
"Yes, of course, sir." Selene nodded, still looking up at him from her back on the floor.
"Are you a good slave?" Arthur asked as he knelt next to her and gripped her tit between his thumb and forefinger.
"I want to be." Selene gasped as her back arched.
"You've got a lot to learn." Arthur sighed. "But we'll get there. We've got time."
"Yes sir." Selene smiled.
"Now, tell me slut, have you ever received a facial?"
"You mean..."
Arthur nodded.
"No, sir."
"Then I guess this will be your first." Arthur smirked. "Nadu."
It took her a moment, but she moved into the position obediently, jumping only once at the soreness of her butt when it touched her heels.
Arthur stood in front of her and waited. She held the position until he decided that she was ready.
"Pull my zipper down, and take me in your hands." He instructed. "Just your hands. I'll use your mouth later, after I can be sure you've been given proper instruction on how to suck cock."
Selene swallowed and carefully reached up to his belt. She found the zipper and pulled it down. It was awkward for a moment, reaching in, but once she'd pulled it out, Arthur felt immediate relief. The bulge in his pants had been almost painful, but he left it confined to help himself last a little longer. It had been a long time since he played with someone else. He wasn't sure how much longer he could last.
Her hand could just barely fit around it, from the tip of her thumb to the end of her middle finger. She stacked both hands at the opening of his pants and had to stop herself from taking the rest into her mouth. She wanted to. That much was clear. She was eager to please him, but it seemed the best way to do that was to obey.
Slowly, she started moving her hands up and down along the shaft as he stood over her kneeling and spread form. She was bare for him to see and enjoy, and the simple act of service was having its effect.
She moved up a little and licked the underside from the top of her hands to the tip, hoping to please him even more.
Arthur's response was to shake his head, reach down, and grab her by the throat.
"I said hands only." Arthur growled as he pulled her up to her feet.
This time the two quick spanks were hard and fast. Pain flashed through her, but tangled with the memory of pleasure caused her to close her eyes. Then he shoved her roughly back down to the floor.
"Nadu." He barked.
She scrambled into the position as quickly as she could. This time, Arthur didn't stand in front of her. He went back to the table for a moment, and when he came back, he clipped her wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs to the rope harness she was wearing. The garter-like band about her thighs was in the perfect place for where her wrists rested, and she couldn't stand up now if she wanted to.
Arthur smirked at her, reached down, and turned the wand back on to one of its lower settings. She was ready for it this time, but it still felt good.
"A slave's job is to obey." Arthur shook his head. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir. Ah-" Selene got out the phrase just before he reached down and gripped her tit once more. She tried to rise as he pulled it upward but could only move so far.
"Then why do you seem to enjoy disobeying me?" Arthur asked. "We're going to have to sort out some punishments for you. Beyond spanking. You enjoy that too much."
"Yes, sir." Selene knew better than to disagree.
"Now sit there, like a good slut, and try to look like you want me to enjoy myself." Arthur commanded, and Selene did her best to oblige.
He stood over her now, with his cock in his hand, and pumped it himself, pointed only an inch or two from her face. He rubbed it along her cheek and her forehead. He put the tip of it toward her mouth, which she opened, but did not move to take him.
He'd no doubt she'd let her mouthfuck her if he wanted to, but that wasn't what he had in mind for tonight.
"I'm close." Arthur warned her. "Do you want to taste it?"
"Please, sir, cum on me any way you want to." Selene encouraged him as she started to wiggle her hips back and forth a little, rubbing herself against the wand that pressed between her lower folds and the soft carpet floor.
That eager encouragement was enough to push him over the edge. He felt the muscles in his back grip his spine and hold on as he fired shot after shot onto her body. Her face took most of it. A shot or two landed in her mouth, which she eagerly swallowed. Her tits took the rest, and Arthur smiled a satisfied smile as he watched it drip down her quivering body as she threw her head back and enjoyed another orgasm all her own.
It was less intense than her first, but still enjoyable.
Arthur reached down and turned off the wand. Selene was smiling as she looked up at him through a cum-covered face.
"Maybe we should have saved the shower for after." Selene chuckled.
"Maybe part of the plan all along was making you walk back to your apartment with my cum on your face." Arthur smirked as the suggestion seemed to cause a small aftershock of pleasure in her.
"I- I don't think I'm ready for that." Selene shook her head. "I think my roommate might be home, and I-"
"Relax, slave." Arthur rolled his eyes as he removed his pants properly. "When we do that kind of thing, there'll be a lot more planning that goes into it on my end."
"Yes, sir." Selene started to nod and then stopped herself when she realized that the only thing keeping his cum from falling to the carpet was her posture.
"Don't waste it." Arthur instructed. "You said you enjoyed swallowing, so I expect you to scoop it and swallow it."
Selene smiled and obeyed, scooping each drop she could feel against her skin and bringing it to her mouth. He tasted sweeter than she expected, but Lori had said that he followed a conscientious diet.
Arthur stepped away and came back a moment later with a hot washcloth and a dry towel. It wasn't quite the same as the shower experience, but it was tender, and he cleaned her well before he let her up.
Arthur unclipped her wrist and ankle cuffs and helped her to her feet. When he was confident that she was sure of her footing, he started to take off the rope harness he'd tied.
"Are we... are we done?" Selene asked.
"I think for a first session, that's a good stopping point." Arthur nodded. "What did you think of your first time trying out some real bondage?" He asked.
"It was amazing." Selene beamed. "I feel like it wasn't that long, but I am suddenly very exhausted."
"It's been a bit." Arthur didn't know how long it had taken. "What did you enjoy the most?"
"Oh uh... probably the spanking." Selene had to think for a second. "Or the shower - that was hot. Not just temperature-wise, oh you know what I mean."
"I try." Arthur smirked.
"How did you like the blindfold?" Arthur asked as he picked it up off the floor and wiped it off before placing it back in the briefcase.
Selene considered him for a moment. "It was good. Especially during the spanking. Something about not being able to see, it made me feel helpless and made me feel everything so much more."
"You did well keeping up with the position changes, and following instructions." Arthur said as he started to wind the rope.
"Thank you Master." Selene took up the kneeling position while she watched Arthur pack away the things, some of which they hadn't used.
"Did you like being called slut or slave more?" Arthur asked.
"I liked them both, Master. Did you prefer Master or Sir?" Selene questioned him this time.
"I liked them both." Arthur closed the briefcase on the coffee table and moved to the couch.
He patted the seat next to him and then put his arm across the back of the sofa. Selene surprised him by crawling over to the couch on her hands and knees, climbing on to it, and laying over his lap as though ready to receive another spanking.
He ran his hand gently over her cheek and felt the heat from it sink into his palm. He rubbed it, rather than spanked it, and her reaction was to melt into him.
"Do you want to keep doing this?" Arthur asked.
"I haven't taken my collar off, sir. I don't want to stop." Selene said as her hand slowly moved beneath her to grip him in her hand and stroke him gently.
"Alright then, let's keep going." Arthur said as he pushed the coffee table away from the couch with his foot. "Nadu."
Selene slunk to the floor and assumed the position. Arthur eye-fucked her for a moment, and she watched as his member started to harden once more. She licked her lips.
"Is my little slut a cocksucker?" Arthur asked.
The combination of terms brought her obvious pleasure. "I like doing it. I like bringing you pleasure, and... I don't know, I take pride in my skills." Selene answered.
"Come up here, and let's see how skilled you are." Arthur patted the sofa cushion next to him.
Selene crawled up to the sofa seat and curled up on it. She placed her head in his lap. Her lips were a breath away from the underside of his cock as it stood straight up. She started stroking him gently with one hand and then brought her lips to the bottom of it. Her tongue played against the flesh there.
Arthur leaned back and placed his arms on either side of the couch. Between the stroking and the kissing, he enjoyed the sensations, but he knew that it was going to be a while before he was in danger of blowing another load.
Selene had to push herself up a bit, and then she lowered her head onto his cock. Then she pulled off of him and stretched her jaw a bit. Her mouth was small, and although the length was something Lori told her about, the girth was a pleasant surprise.
"I thought you said you were a cocksucker." Arthur chuckled.
"I am, sir. I can be your little slut. I can be your cocksucker." Selene answered and felt him pulse in her hand. She smiled and then tried again. This time, she moved to her knees in front of him. He spread his legs to make room for her and watched as her head bobbed down, taking him to the entrance of her throat.
"Can you deep throat?" Arthur asked as Selene came back off his cock.
"I haven't before." Selene answered. "But I want to try."
"Try now. It helps to swallow to repress the gag reflex." Arthur said.
Selene tried. He felt her hesitate as his tip pressed against the opening to her throat, and then she swallowed and pushed forward. She took a bit before she started to gag, and immediately pulled off of him, coughing. The sensation hadn't been unpleasant, but it was far from an impressive performance as his own personal cocksucker.
"You're going to have to do better than that, slut. What good is a cocksucker that can't even suck my cock?" Arthur shook his head.
"Yes sir." Selene answered as she deflated a little.
"Try again." Arthur instructed.
She rose up and tried again, taking more of him this time but still not making it all the way down. She stayed on him when she came back up, though, and tried again, and again. The bobbing motion was pleasant, and she was working hard. Arthur leaned back and let himself enjoy it. He closed his eyes and listened to the noises, and she slurped and alternated from sucking his cock to kissing it and stroking it with her hands.
After a few languorous minutes, he decided it was time to try something else.
"Stop." Arthur said as Selene came up off his cock and looked up at him. There was fear in her eyes, as though she was afraid of failing him.
He leaned forward and reached past her. He clipped the leather cuffs on her wrists together behind her back again. Then he brought his hand forward and took her braid. He wrapped it around his hand a few times until finally, his grip was at its base against the back of her head. Then he lifted her head and brought it down to his cock in one swift motion.
She opened her mouth and took him. Her tongue worked frantically against him as he took control of the situation. She wasn't pleasing his cock anymore; his cock was fucking her mouth and throat.
Every time he brought her head down, he pushed it a little farther. Then he brought her head back up to let her breathe. Then he pushed it down again.
"Much better." He said as he picked up the pace, showing her what he wanted as her nose pressed into his well-trimmed bush. "And look." He said as he caught sight of the wetness between his legs. "It looks like my little slut is enjoying being used as my own personal fuck doll."
He stopped for a moment and shoved her away, letting her catch her breath.
"Enough." He said as he let go over her hair, leaned forward, and picked her up. He was strong in an athletically bulky way. She was small and eager to take whatever position he gave her. He sat her so that she was straddling his lap, with a knee on either side of him, and pulled her close so that his cock rested against her stomach.
"Fuck your master slut, ride him until he cums, and if you do a good job, I may let you cum again tonight." Arthur's instructions were clear.
She lifted herself carefully and lowered herself back down with the tip of his cock, sliding easily between her folds. She was more than ready for him and eager. She sank slowly, adjusting as she could. Watching his cock disappear inside of her was one of the sexiest things he'd ever seen.
The face she was making, biting her bottom lip hard and making pleasant little noises with her eyes shut tight as she took each next inch inside of her, was exquisite to watch. She squealed as he thrust his hips upward and moaned as she fell a little forward but was stopped by his hand on her throat.
Slowly he started to thrust his hips, up and down, even as she began to rock her hips against him, slowly. He had one hand on her throat while the other was alternating between her tits. He squeezed each one between his thumb and forefinger until it was nice and erect. Then he played with them, teasing her until he brought his hand down and began to play with her clit - rubbing it in gentle circles with his thumb as they fucked together.
It was all too much for his little slut as she gasped.
"Please, sir!" Her eyes were wide now and looking at him. He knew what she was asking for, but he made her say it. "Please, may I cum?"
"Not until I finish, you ungrateful slut." He thrust harder.
"I am grateful, sir." She panted. "I am grateful."
"Prove it."
She redoubled her efforts, rocking her hips, even as she started to arch her back. He pulled her forward roughly and pushed his head forward, taking a nipple into his mouth. She twisted in ecstasy and cried out in a delightful little squeal of pleasure that hit just the right chord.
"I'm close." He warned.
"Cum for me sir. Cum in your ungrateful slut and make her yours." Selene half-whispered as she felt his hand tighten around her throat.
The encouragement was all he needed, as Arthur clenched his eyes shut and filled her with his seed. "You can cum, like a good little slut." He pressed tightly against her clit as he said it, and as he hit his peak with his orgasm and his thrust, he felt her insides clamp down on him tighter than they already were. The convulsion rocked through her body, and for a moment, he was afraid she was going to fall back, but she fell against him and let out a hot and ragged breath against his skin.
He unclipped her cuffs, and in the wash of bliss that swept them both away, they fell asleep. Tangled in one another's arms on the sofa, happier and more relaxed than either of them had been in a long time.
Original author's patr&on: https://www.patreon.com /u92400299