A New Path

Part Two

“I am glad to see you reconsidered, you resist, yet you obey. That is excellent. I like a sub with spirit. There is nothing worse than topping a doormat. Keep your pride. But a word of advice, lose the disobedience. You want to be a sub, stop questioning. You have to react instantly to a command. It is irrelevant to me if you're in the middle of the mall. If I tell you I want to see you nude, then the whole mall had better see you undressing in front of me. Is this clear?”

Sheri looked at the floor meekly, and replied “Yes Sir.” Her voice was almost a whisper.

“Don't look away from me. Never take your eyes off me when I am speaking to you unless I tell you to do so, or I walk behind you. Speak up. I want audible, confidant responses from you. Understood?” Chris asked, as he settled into a comfortable position on the couch?

This time, Sheri looked him in the eyes, head held high, feeling a bit more secure, and replied, “Yes Sir.” Then Chris shattered her newfound confidence.

“Strip so I can see what I get to play with.”

For a moment, Sheri opened her mouth. Whether she was going to object, or simply ask a question, Chris never knew. Her voice deserted her in that moment, her mouth closed without a sound, and Chris watched the emotions play across her face. Doubt, hesitation, fear, shame, and excitement were all there, and they were vying for control. Then slowly, her hands went to the white blouse, and began to undo buttons. At the last one, she hesitated, breasts still covered by the shirt, now opened down the front. Then, finally, he saw the decision on her face, and she let the blouse slip off her shoulders, baring herself to him. The skirt followed it onto the floor, then both shoes, and her stockings. Never had she felt this exposed, this vulnerable. Here she was, naked, in front of a man she hardly knew. The fact that Chris was still fully dressed, and seated across the room looking at her only added to her discomfort. Sheri shivered, and crossed her arms in front of herself.

“No!” The voice commanded, and had power, like a slap. It was a voice used to giving commands, and expecting them to be obeyed. “ Do not cover yourself. You are here to please me, and seeing you nude, with everything exposed pleases me. You are not allowed modesty in this environment. Clasp your hands in the small of your back, spread your legs, feet approximately shoulder-width apart. This is a standing pose for submission. When kneeling, do the same, but legs further apart, feet touching in the back. Understood?”

“Yes Sir!” Sheri's arms moved behind her back, rolling her shoulders back in the process, and having the lovely effect of pushing her small breasts forward. Chris stood up, put his coffee cup on the table, and walked over to her. His hands, warm and strong, began exploring her skin. He started with her shoulders, neck, and trailed down her back, coming to rest on her slender, heart-shaped ass. “You have wonderful skin. Soft, yet toned. I like that. Do you like my hands on your skin?”

“Yes Sir.” Sheri breathed, chest heaving with her shallow, excited breaths. Chris wrapped both arms around her, and cupped her breasts in his hands. Sheri felt both safe, and helpless all at once wrapped up in his arms, and he flexed a bit, squeezing just enough she could feel his strength. Chris' fingertips found her nipples, and rubbed them lightly. They became very hard, small and shaped like pink pencil erasers on her pale breasts. He pinched them a bit, twisting as he added pressure. Chris felt her body stiffen, and said “Cry out if it hurts, but do not move.” Sheri held her position. The discomfort in her nipples was becoming more than she could bear, and a small whimper passed her lips. Chris twisted harder, and a small tear began to trickle down her right cheek. Finally, she cried out once, and said “PLEASSEEE!” Instantly, the pressure went away, replaced by a gentle massaging. “Very well done dear. You never moved to resist, or take my hands away. You must have wanted to, why didn't you?”

Chris turned her to face him, and now the tears flowed a bit more freely. “You told me not to Sir.” Smiling, Chris leaned forward, and kissed her for the first time. Her mouth was soft and yielding, and she leaned into the kiss eagerly, her tongue probing his. She reached for his face, and Chris quickly broke the kiss, pushing her gently away. Seeing the shock and hurt written on her face, Chris explained.

“You reached to touch me, but were not told to do so. You do not move, or leave your position unless I have given you permission to do so.” Quickly, Sheri's hands went behind her back. Chris smiled. “You learn quickly, now let me finish looking you over. Spread your legs farther.” Sheri did, and Chris moved up to her, his hands sliding down to her newly shaved pussy. Exploring the outer lips, and gently parting them, Chris commented “Nice job shaving. Was it difficult?”

“No sir.” Sheri squirmed a bit, she was already wet, and was nervous about becoming more so. She normally became quite moist at the smallest sexual stimulus, and when aroused, or during sex, Sheri's body produced a flood of juices. After sex, there was always a stain on the bed from her secretions, and one particularly insensitive boyfriend had coined the phrase “Lake Sheri.” This led to quite a bit of anxiety and embarrassment on her part about what her body was doing. Now, the combination of fear and arousal was certainly going to make her soaking wet, and Chris was going to notice.

“Hmmm…you are quite moist dear, glad to see that.” Noticing her blush, Chris cataloged that away for future use, and continued. His fingers probed deeper, found her clit, and lightly stimulated that little nub. He was rewarded with a rush of exhaled breath and a moan. Circling it a few times, his fingers found an increase in moisture, and Sheri's legs shook a bit, her knees beginning to sag. ‘ Jesus, this little minx gets excited easily. She's going to cum right now if I don't stop.' Chris stopped his digital manipulation of Sheri's clit, and the command voice spoke. “Stand up straight!” Sheri's eyes popped open, and her back went ramrod straight. “ You enjoy that sensation don't you?” Sheri nodded, afraid her voice would give away how close she was to release. “Don't nod at me, you aren't a horse are you? Then answer me like a human unless you want to be treated like an animal.”

Surprised at his suddenly stern tone of voice, Sheri answered. “No Sir, I am not a horse, and yes, that felt really good.”

“You probably want to cum, don't you?”

“Yes Sir, I do.”

Chris smiled at her in that way that made her nervous. It reminded her of a cat looking at a bird he was about to eat. “I will let you cum, but only after I do.” Resuming his examination, Chris slid a finger easily into her slick pussy, and after working it back and forth gently, he added a second. The muscles of Sheri's pussy gripped his fingers tightly. “Relax your muscles dear, stop clenching.”

“I am not clenching Sir.” Chris frowned briefly, and then said, “Ok, squeeze me then.” Sheri contracted her muscles, and gripped his hand as tightly as she could. Chris was amazed at the pressure she could bring to bear. “Relax.” She did, and his fingers could slide more freely. ‘ Wow, she is almost virginally tight, and amazing muscle control. This is gonna be a hell of a ride.' Pulling his hand free, Chris looked at his hand. The first two fingers, the knuckles, and part of his thumb were coated in sticky, clear juices. He brought it up so Sheri could see it; she blushed a bright red, looking down for a second, before meeting his eyes again. Chris smelled his hand, inhaling deeply, and sighed as he exhaled. “You smell wonderful dear.” Sheri turned deeper red. Then he licked his fingers. “Taste good too.” She turned purple. “Breathe before you pass out dear.” Chris cautioned. Sheri did, and got her color back to normal. “Now, clean the mess you made off of my hand.” Chris indicated, as he held his still-coated digits up to her face.

Sheri didn't hesitate on this one. It was a bit of a secret fetish of hers; she loved her own taste, and when masturbating, often tasted herself afterwards. She considered herself to taste mostly sweet with a bit of a musky tang to it, especially after a strong orgasm. Opening her mouth, Sheri sucked enthusiastically on Chris' fingers, and rolled her tongue around to ensure getting them thoroughly clean. Chris pushed them deep into her throat, and got a slight gag as they made contact with the back of her throat. “Better not gag on something that small dear, or you're going to need a lot of practice before you'll be a good cock sucker.”

Pulling his hand away, Chris walked around behind Sheri, and ordered, “Bend over, and grab your ankles.” She did, feeling very self-conscious of the fact that her wet pussy, and now her ass, was lewdly exposed to view. “You're not a virgin,” Chris commented, “and I'd guess you have sucked a cock or two judging by your technique with your tongue, am I correct in these assumptions?” Sheri squirmed as she felt his hands spreading her ass cheeks. “Yes Sir.” Chris moistened his index finger by placing it in her drenched cunt. “Have you ever been fucked up the ass?” As he asked this question, Chris inserted the tip of his finger into her tiny rosebud. Feeling it clench, and hearing her indignant squeal, he already knew the answer before she gave it. “Ugh..! No Sir, I have not, and I don't want to.”

Chris pulled away, and told Sheri to stand back up. He held his finger up to her as he had done when it was coated in pussy juices, and waited. Sheri looked at it, then back at him, eyes pleading. He just stared back at her, and with a disgusted look on her face, she sucked clean the finger, which had been up her ass so recently. When he was satisfied at the thoroughness of the job, Chris pulled his hand away. “Good girl!” He said, walking from the living room to the kitchen. “That was difficult I am sure, but you performed the task admirably despite your obvious distaste for it. I am pleased, so far, by your attitude. Each task is a small test. You cannot move on to more complex tasks until you have mastered the simple ones.” Sheri heard water running. Chris came back to the living room with a glass of water. “Kneel,” He said simply, pointing to a place on the carpet next to the coffee table. Sheri did, trying to get into the pose he had described earlier. Chris set the water glass on a coaster, and said, “drink.” While she drank the water, thankful for the opportunity to get the taste out her mouth, Chris spoke again.

“How many men have you slept with Sheri?” Chris asked, “How many others have you given head to?” Sheri put her glass on the coaster, resumed her position, and answered. “I have been with 3 guys, and only gave one of them head. It was my last boyfriend.” Chris nodded thoughtfully, “Did you swallow when he came?” Sheri made a sour face, “No sir, I did not. He only came in my mouth once, and he didn't tell me he was going to do it. It made me choke.” Chris took a sip from his coffee cup, and made a sour face of his own, finding the contents cold. “Rest assured, I will cum in your mouth, and I will expect you to swallow when I do. Now go to the kitchen, and get me a fresh cup of coffee.” He ordered, holding his cup out. Sheri took the cup, and stood quickly, moving to the kitchen. Chris heard his cup being rinsed, then dried, heard the refrigerator open, then close, heard coffee being poured, then stirred, and saw Sheri reappear with a cup in hand. She moved to her place by the coffee table, set the cup on a saucer in front of Chris, and resumed a kneeling position. Chris took a cautious sip of coffee, and smiled. It was perfect, just the right amount of cream and sugar for his tastes.

“How did you know how I take my coffee dear?” Chris asked, obviously pleased and amused in equal measures. “I took a drink of the cold coffee before I poured it out. That way I could taste the fresh coffee, and make sure it tasted the same way Sir.” Sheri stated, eyes bright with the compliment. “Excellent thinking; I am impressed. Now lets see what else you do well. Come here.” Sheri crawled forward as Chris set his cup on the table, and stood in front of her. It had been obvious for quite a while that Chris' cock was hard, wearing only flannel pajamas, to some degree Sheri could even tell the shape and size of his cock, but she still let out a small gasp when he pulled his pants down. An 8-inch cock is not intimidating to most women, and though it was bigger than the 3 previous ones she had seen, it was the width that made her nervous. Chris' tool was thicker than her wrist with thick veins, and a thicker, bulbous head. ‘Oh my God! No way I can swallow that thing! I hope he's gentle, that'll rip my pussy apart!'

Snapping her out of the daze, Chris ordered, “Suck it, gently.” Sheri opened her mouth, and took the head of his cock in her mouth. She noticed he smelled just right. Mainly like soap, a bit musky and male, but just right. Sheri reached up to take him in her hand, wanting to stroke him as she took him a bit deeper, when Chris stopped her. “I said suck it, not stroke it. I will not have a sub covering up poor oral technique with handwork. If I wanted a hand-job, that's what I would have asked for.” Sheri put her hands behind her once again, but was a bit concerned. He last boyfriend had complained often about how little of his cock she could actually swallow, and as a result, she had gotten very proficient at using a gentle twisting stroke in conjunction with her mouth to satisfy him. Chris watched her bob 2 or 3 inches in and out of her mouth for a bit, before commenting. “Your mouth feels great, but I want to be taken deeper.” Sheri tried to go deeper, but started to gag, and pulled away, gasping. “Poor effort there dear.” Chris scolded, looking disapprovingly at her. Sheri looked up, forlorn, and protested. “Sir, I can't take it any deeper.” I am not upset that you didn't get it any deeper,” Chris answered, cutting off any further excuses, “only that you pulled away when it got a little tough.”

Walking away from her a few steps, Chris thought for a moment, and then said, “You will be punished for disappointing me, then I will fuck you. If I can't get satisfaction from your mouth, I will get it elsewhere. Stand up.” Sheri followed him down the hall away from the living room. At the first door, he gestured for her to go inside. Sheri walked into what was most likely a guest bedroom. It had a dresser, a small nightstand, a few pictures, and a black, metal-framed futon. When it was flat, in the bed configuration, it had a metal armrest at both the head and foot, making for wonderful tie-down points. Chris had Sheri lay on her stomach, and restrained her wrists above her head. Then, using tension from the bottom, he pulled until her body was taught. A pillow placed under her hip bones kept her ass in the air.

“I am going to spank you now Sheri.” Chris told her. “It will be painful, and you will cry. I will only do this if you agree, and accept this punishment. After that, I am going to fuck you. Do you understand? If you agree to this, I will not stop until I am finished, regardless of what you say or do from this point on. Do you agree to this?” Sheri was crying now, scared of being punished, more scared of disappointing Chris, and being told to leave. “Yes Sir, I agree.”

Chris leaned over her head, and told Sheri to open her mouth. In it, he put a bright red ball gag. It was a bit painful, as the ball was quite large, and didn't fit her mouth very comfortably. She bit down a little on the rubber, and found it mostly unyielding. Then she tested her bonds, and found she was quite securely restrained. Then the fear really set in. ‘ What am I doing? He could hurt me very badly, and I couldn't do a thing about it. I just hope..'

CRACK! “MMMMPPPPHHHH!” Chris' leather belt crashed down on her exposed ass. The pain made her go stiff for a minute, then she went frenzied, fighting the restraints for ass she was worth. Chris let her struggle for about 10 seconds, and just as she started to relax, CRACK, just below the ass cheeks, on the upper thighs. “AAAAAAAGGGGGG!” This animal sound was followed by about 15 more seconds of thrashing, and more unintelligible yelling from behind the gag. “Only 8 more to go dear. 10 strokes are about right for a first-time offense. Settle in, try not to fight, and it'll go more easily.” Sheri's mind was racing, how could she communicate with him that she wanted to stop. Her eyes met his and pleaded for mercy. He smiled at her, and her spirits rose, and then the belt came down again. Sheri screamed, and bit the gag. She had never felt pain like this, never even been spanked as a child. All the fantasy about being spanked was blown away. This HURT! I her, along with the pain, and the fear, was a growing resolve to do better next time so he would not have a need to punish…CRACK! ‘ fuckshitgoddamn! OUCH! Man, he must be welting my ass something fierce!'

Her screaming dimmed to anguished moans, and after the 10 th stroke had been administered, she lay still and sobbed. Chris' cock was so hard; he thought it was going to explode. All he wanted was to fuck her, and fuck her hard! But he knew to do that right now would be shattering to Sheri emotionally. Topping a sub was a lot like being a club DJ. It was all about tempo. You had to build the tension and excitement to a peak, but not too long of one, then let them down a bit, little cool-off period, before dialing it back up to a fever pitch. Sheri needed a cool down. He let her cry, and went to the bathroom. Gathering the supplies he needed, he returned to the bedroom. Sheri was looking at him, and trying to speak through her gag. “Shhhh! No talking, do you understand? If I let you up, you cannot speak until I have told you to, or I will restrain you again. Agreed?” She nodded.

Chris released one ankle, and both wrists so Sheri could sit up. Then he reached for the ball gag, undid the buckle, and with an audible ‘pop', pulled it out of her mouth. Sheri gasped in air, coughed, and worked her tired jaws. Chris could tell that she was dying to talk, but was honoring her promise. Handing her a tissue, he said, “Blow your nose.” She did, and they both laughed briefly at the goose honking sound she made. He took the tissue, dropped it in a waste can, and handed her a glass of water. Sheri said, “Thanks sir,” and drank half the glass at once. When she was done, he took the glass, set it down, and hugged her. It was a long, comforting hug, and Sheri melted in his arms, fresh tears brimming at the corners of her eyes. Then Chris pulled back, and kissed her gently on the forehead.

“I know you're feeling badly right now, probably think that was a bit harsh. Well, it was not. You have chosen to sample a lifestyle, which is outside the normal or conventional boundaries. It is unusual in that you are an adult, dealing with sexual situations, but in many ways, treated as a child. If you don't obey, you will be punished, and having a temper tantrum, fighting it, or being mad about the unfairness of it will not help you. In fact, it may make the situation more difficult. If these are things you cannot be comfortable with, then maybe you need to reexamine the path you are choosing right now. You have probably heard your parents, or counselors talk about crossroads, times in your life when you have to chose a direction. Now is one of those times. I have given you a little sample of what this is all about. I am a strict dominant, but not an unfair one. I will teach you, as I believe, from what I have seen, that you have the capability to be a good submissive. You must decide, however, which path to walk. Don't decide now, finish the evening, go home, sleep on it, and then decide.”

Sheri's mind was spinning. A few minutes ago she wanted out of the restraints so badly, just so she could tell Chris to go to hell, and leave. Now, all she wanted to do was stay with him, and make him happy with her, and he was telling her to think about it all. It was a bit overwhelming. But in the midst of her confusion, came the voice of reason. “Lay on your back, spread your legs wide, and tuck your heels up against your buttocks.” Sheri did this, almost without thinking, exposing her sex to Chris' view. He moved between her legs, and she thought he was going to penetrate her, but instead, he kissed her, and moved down between her legs, licking gently on her outer labia. Sheri arched her back as the new sensation of a tongue on cleanly shaven skin assailed her mind, which was still reeling from pain response. Teasing and licking her inner thighs, and outer lips, Chris occasionally moved across her clit. It was not hard to find. Sheri had small vaginal lips, and an obvious button of a clit protruding from the center, just begging for attention. Each time his tongue brushed it, Sheri would moan, and strain to push his face harder into it, but Chris just moved away, and licked further down her slit, tonguing deeply into her damp hole, savoring her smell, her taste. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, Chris focused his attention on her clit with vigor. In less than a minute, Sheri felt an orgasm coming on. Instinctually, she reached down and grasped Chris' head. He stopped instantly, and she let out a frustrated moan.

“Don't touch! Place your hands behind your head. Don't you dare cum without asking for permission either.” Chris warned, and then he moved back into position, and resumed his oral ministrations. As she approached orgasm again, Sheri asked, “Sir, may I cum?” Lifting his head a bit, Chris answered, “Not just yet.” And continued to lick, putting two fingers inside her tight pussy as he worked her clit harder. Sheri was desperate. She wanted to cum so badly, and knew she couldn't hold out any longer. “SIR! PLEASE!” She cried out. “NO! Not yet!” Chris jammed one of his wet fingers up her asshole, and Sheri squirmed uncomfortably, the spell momentarily broken, but soon, Chris' oral attention had her on the edge again. “Sir!” Chris added a second finger to her vagina, and another to her ass, as he replied, “Go ahead.”

Sheri went fucking nuts. Bucking on his hand, her hips gyrating and grinding, she pounded the bed with her fists, and screamed “Cummmiiinnnggggg!” as she exploded. Chris felt her vaginal and anal muscles spasm and clench his fingers. Her breathing was ragged, and she jerked a few times as the powerful sensations continued to rack her body. Then, she lay still. “Get up.” Chris commanded, pulling his fingers from her orifices. He held his hand up to her face, and with a sigh, Sheri set about licking and sucking the juices from both her cunt and ass form his hands, until Chris was satisfied.

“Thank you Sir, that was amazing!” Sheri cooed, once her mouth was empty. “I am glad you enjoyed that dear. Now, it is my turn, are you ready to please me?” Sheri was still a bit nervous about his cock size, but thought ‘ my pussy is so wet right now, it shouldn't be too much of a problem.' “Yes Sir, I am ready.” She spread her legs again. “What sort of birth control are you using dear?” Chris asked. “None Sir, I have condoms in my purse though, would you like me to get one?” Chris smiled, and shook his head. “No dear, no condom for me. No birth control, I guess we'll have to put it somewhere else. No one ever got pregnant from anal sex before.”

Sheri's heart almost stopped. Surely he was not serious. It was uncomfortable when he put two fingers up her ass, and now he wanted to put THAT up there! “Sir, I am not sure…” Chris cut her off, are you refusing me already? “ No Sir, it's just…well…it's so big Sir, and I am very small there.” Chris grinned diabolically, with a gleam in his eye. “Don't worry dear, it'll stretch.” Now, lay on your stomach.” With butterflies the size of Volkswagens, Sheri did exactly as she was told to.