Their Separate Lives

Him
He was in his mid-40s, trim and worked as a manager in an office. He had been in a vanilla marriage for years that just didn't ever seem fulfilling. Finally, he realized that life was not getting any shorter and decided to end the marriage. By then they were just going through the motions so it was a relief for both parties. He tried unsuccessfully to meet women for months but just couldn't seem to find them. Mostly it was because he didn't meet that many people outside of work. You know how it is, you work all day and when you finally get home, you are stressed out from the commute. So you get some exercise and then run some errands. Before you know it, the evening is gone. Usually, he just got a chance to get some dinner and watch a little TV before heading off for bed to start the cycle all over again the next day. He had heard about online dating from a friend and thought he would give that a try. He put up a profile on a couple of vanilla dating websites. Chatted with some women via email, got a couple of dates but just didn't feel the chemistry he was looking for. He laid off the online scene and just contented himself with surfing the web. He found some BDSM sites, read some stories and realized what he was missing, the sense of control and dominance over a woman. He put his profile up on Alt.com and got a wink from a submissive. He emailed her and they started chatting. It didn't take long for them to get together, a relationship which lasted for a couple of months. But she was just interested in occasional role playing, not really submitting. So he broke it off. He found some other profiles that seemed interesting but when he emailed them, he realized that their backgrounds were too different. He was intelligent and well educated. He wanted a sub who could keep up an intelligent conversation during their vanilla times. He wanted a woman who submitted, not because of low self esteem, but because of a desire to be controlled, to be cherished for her submission. Then he found a profile that he liked and emailed her. She responded and that began a couple of months of emails and calls. He knew she was a little larger than he liked but he liked her intelligence, submissiveness and desire to please. He asked for her picture and liked what he saw. Later, when they finally met, he found that the pictures were 10 years old and definitely did not match her current looks. In those missing 10 years, she had let herself go and thought he wouldn't mind. Well, the new look didn't bother him nearly as much as the dishonesty did. A true D/s relationship is based on trust and communication. Needless to say, he was not willing to begin a relationship based on dishonesty. So he went looking again and found the profile of a woman that truly excited him. Her profile showed that she was 40, divorced, with an average body, and worked in a sales job. Furthermore,
she had a good education, wrote well, and seemed to desire those things he offered. So he emailed her and his journey to fulfillment began.

Her
She was a woman who felt some uncertain desires, she sometimes felt that she would only be alive, who she really truly is, if she had the freedom that comes with complete submission. The thought both scared and inflamed her. She had fantasized about it for a while, but only recently had she considered acting on her fantasies. She had recently lost her husband and needed a man. She had always had strong sexual desires but not always with her husband. Not that she had cheated, just that she had wanted to. He just had not controlled her as she needed to be controlled. But now she was free. Freedom was scary, or at least very uncomfortable. She needed to be cared for, her actions controlled. The world is uncertain, she needed something very certain in her life, she needed a Master.

She put her profile up on Alt.com, kind of on the spur of the moment, not sure what to expect or how much she was interested in pursuing her fantasy of submitting to a man. She was a self assured educated, professional woman. So what was she thinking of, submitting to a man?

She knew if she did go through with this, she needed to find the right Master. She was giving her self, body and soul, to a man. She wanted a man to care for her and control her. She would do whatever he desired with and to her. But that would show how much he cares for her. She would feel cherished and cared for. She would take care of her Master in all ways including sexually, emotionally, and intellectually. Sexually, she would be available for whatever He desired. Emotionally, she would support him. Intellectually, she would not let him down when he needed a foil for his intellect.

One day she read a story that spoke to her, to her very core. It talked about submission, Masters, and the responsibilities of both in a relationship. She could not help herself. She thought about this Man for days, watching to see if he wrote anything more. He did! What he wrote just confirmed what she felt. Now what to do?!
Then, amidst the flurry of responses she had gotten to her profile, she received one that stood out. It was from the Man who had spoken to her in his stories. She read his profile; he was what she wanted emotionally but was a little older than she had wanted. But he spoke to her soul the way no man her age had ever done. Now what to do? She was torn, should she pursue her fantasy or should she play it safe. Her very soul told her to pursue her fantasy, but it was so hard. She re-read all his stories, but then, he posted a new one! Oh, god! It spoke to her directly. She logged on to Alt.com. He wasn't on but she decided to email him. She told him of her desires, what she was interested in, wishing he would contact her. Then she waited. It was the longest wait she had ever had. She was afraid both that he would respond and that he wouldn't because he didn't find her worthy. She started checking her email almost hourly. Then, it happened! An email from Him! He talked about himself, his interests, both vanilla and as a Dom. He discussed her desires and how he reflected them in his desires. She was hooked. His response was everything she could have asked for. He didn't assume she was his slave already. He talked to her as a person who would be a sub, a person with feelings and interests. He talked about the road he would take her on and how it would lead to her final submission. She felt warmed by his interest in her and knew this was a Man she would happily submit to. So she emailed him back and thus began her journey to submission, freedom, and happiness.

First Meeting: His View

I had emailed her a couple of times a week for a while. Then started daily, sometimes almost hourly emails. My first emails were about myself, my vanilla likes and interests. She told me that her job required her to be a little aggressive but that she longed for the security and warmth that would come with submitting to a Man. We began to discuss her submissive fantasies and the extent she was interested in submitting. We did some cyber role playing, with her getting used to being submissive. As we played, she clearly was getting more and more excited about total submission. A month ago we began to talk on the telephone. I was intrigued with her voice; it was soft and unsure but at the same time, sexy. She gradually became used to calling me “Sir” and soon became excited about it. I would not let her call me Master until she fully submitted. We continued our role playing, but now it was over the phone. She would frequently cum during these sessions and always screamed “Sir!” when she came.

Now it was time for us to actually meet. I picked a nice restaurant where we could have a private conversation but where she could feel comfortable due to its public nature. I was confident about my role but knew this was a big step for her. So far we had been playing our roles at a safe distance, now reality was coming closer. Also, I was curious to see what she actually looked like. We had exchanged pictures but reality does not always match, as I well knew.

I arrived at the restaurant about 15 minutes before our date. I wanted to see her before she saw me to see how she acted in public. In a few minutes, I saw a woman come in and peer around the room. I was very pleased; she looked very much like her pictures. She wore her age well and had a degree of uncertainty that can be so appealing in a sub. I like a sub who is old enough to fully appreciate what submission means but not so old that she doesn't desire frequent sex. She has enough experience to understand what she wants and can know what it really means to submit. She approaches the hostess and is led to my table. I rise to greet her, taking her hand and bent over to kiss it. Old fashioned, I know, but I was seeking the kind of relationship that goes way back in human history. She seemed both pleased and surprised by my greeting. I pulled her chair out so she could sit. She was obviously nervous and started a smooth patter of talk that seemed to come from her professional life. I let her talk until she ran out of things to say. She realized what she had done and then looked sheepishly at her hands laying in her lap. I just smiled and told her how nice it was to watch her talk; she had such a lively face and it was made even prettier by the ease with which she laughed. Her face lit up at this compliment. Then I took up a thread from our last phone conversation about her desire to get away sometime and go camping. We started discussing camping and this led to other topics.

Soon she settled down and became comfortable. As the evening wore on, we started touching on why she was interested in submitting and what she wanted out of a relationship. I told her of my desire to take on a sub, what I felt were my responsibilities in a D/s relationship, how I would take care of a sub, cherish her, and how much I appreciated what she would be giving me. We talked for hours and suddenly the waiter was standing at my side with the check. The restaurant was closing for the night. How the time had flown! I paid the check and got up to pull her chair out for her. As she rose, she leaned into me and whispered that she had had a good time. I told her that I had enjoyed it also. As we walked out of the restaurant, I took her hand in mine. She looked at me shyly and gave my hand a quick squeeze. I walked her to her car and waited while she unlocked the door. As she stood back up, I gently turned her around and we shared our first kiss. I told her I would call her later to be sure she got home all right and to set up our next meeting. I warned her that not all nights would be like tonight. Sometime soon she would kneel in front of me but that I would give her time to understand her place. She whispered “Thank you Sir” and got into her car. I closed the door and watched her drive away, sure that I had found my sub. As I walked to my car, I hummed a little tune and felt happy; my world would soon be complete. It would take time and patience to properly train her, but she would make it all worthwhile. I looked forward to the adventure.

First Meeting: Her View

We emailed back and forth every few days for the first week or two. Then we started emailing each other every day. The tone of his emails gradually became more dominant, but that was what I was looking for. It excited me. We started exchanged fantasies and discussing our desires. I was amazed how much our fantasies and desires were alike, almost mirror images. It got so that I couldn't wait for his emails and, I guess he couldn't either. We started exchanging almost hourly emails. I started reliving our fantasies before going to sleep each night and having the most intense orgasms I have ever had. This, without even being touched by the man.

Finally, I decided to take the next step and give him my phone number. I knew he wanted it, but he was so patient and understanding with me. He had waited until I was ready. I was so nervous driving home that night from work. I couldn't believe it, I spend all day dealing with men, selling them computer services and products and here I was, nervous over a single call. I spent the evening anxiously waiting for the phone to ring. Finally, it did and I answered it. He was on the line. I almost came when I heard his voice for the first time, it was so sexy. He was so confident and sure. I just stammered and finally managed to get out “Hello.” He told me how glad he was to finally hear my voice and started talking about little things until I calmed down. We talked for almost three hours before he said I should get to bed, he remembered how early I had to get up for work. It felt so good to know he listened to what I had told him in our emails and he CARED about ME. He asked me if he could call me the next night, and, of course, I said “Yes.” Well, we started talking every night and sometimes before work in morning. We talked about our fantasies. He would start describing different things to me, it was incredible. I had never cum from phone sex before, but he could make me cum two or three times in a single call.

After thinking about it for days, I decided to ask him if I could call him “Master.” So one evening, I just did it. It was both the most difficult thing and the most liberating thing I have ever done. He paused, then said “No, little sub. Not yet. Only when you have truly submitted may you call me Master. For now you may call me Sir.” I couldn't believe it, I actually came when he said that. I mean, I was disappointed on one level that he would not let me call him Master but his reason meant so much to me. After that the tone of our nightly conversations was definitely that of a Master and his sub. I started yelling “Sir” whenever I came. I became so used to asking him for permission for anything, it just felt right. I loved it when he would give me permission to cum in the mornings before work. I loved having this man control me, I felt so warm and secure.

After a couple of weeks, he asked if I was ready to finally meet. I had been dreaming of that for a while by then, so I immediately said yes, before I had a chance to think. We discussed when to meet and agreed to meet that Saturday. He said he would make reservations at a restaurant and send me the address. He apologized for not picking me up, but he said that he didn't want me to feel concerned about giving out my address to a person I had not even met. Again, I was warmed by his understanding and concern for me.

Saturday finally came. I spent the day nervously trying on different outfits and getting ready. Sometimes I would stop and think “I am an educated professional, what am I doing? I meet people every day and am often in control of the meeting. Why am I so nervous? What am I doing, meeting some man to see if he wants to take control of me? To own me, body and soul?” But then, my heart and soul would answer,“Because it is right, he should be in control. I am meant to serve.” Finally, it was time to leave. I didn't want to be late. I knew how he liked people to be prompt (I was late calling him one night and he scolded me. I felt so bad, but at the same time, so good when he did that). When I got to the restaurant, I took a minute to check my hair and makeup. I didn't have much makeup on. He doesn't like a lot. He says that a woman is beautiful as she is, make up should enhance that beauty not hide it. Then I got out of the car. I stood there, nervously, for a minute before taking a deep breath and starting for the restaurant entrance. I looked around the dining room when I went in, but didn't see him. So I asked the hostess and she led me to his table. I was glad she didn't look at my knees, they were shaking, I was so nervous. When I got to his table, he stood and kissed my hand. As he did that, I felt a shiver run up my spine. I looked at him there in front of me, so confident and sure, while I was so nervous. He looked just like his picture, the picture I had stared at for hours while masturbating, but even better because I could see the calmness and warmth in his eyes. He pulled out my chair for me, me, a woman would be his sub.

He pulled out my chair!

I sat and all of a sudden, words were coming out of my mouth. I knew it was just habit to talk like this, it was how I started all my sales calls, but I couldn't stop. Throughout my babbling, he just sat there and smiled, nodding at appropriate times. Finally, I ran out of steam and stopped. I was embarrassed but he just said how much he liked hearing me talk and loved the way my face looked as I laughed. I felt so much better, I had not displeased him. He started to ask me some questions about where I had gone camping, something we had talked about a little before. It was so nice to be able to talk about something safe. Well, I don't know what all we talked about that evening; I just wished it would never end. I do know we talked about submission and what I wanted. He told me about his values, his sense of responsibility, and how he viewed a D/s relationship. I had heard some it before, but it was so nice to hear it while looking into his eyes. I could tell he felt strongly about these things and I felt so much better. He would take care of me, he would value me. From that moment, I knew I wanted to be his.

Unfortunately, the evening came to an end. The waiter arrived to tell him the restaurant was closing. I couldn't believe it, where had the time gone? He paid the check. It was funny, I didn't even offer to pay my part like I would any other time. It just felt right for him to take care of it and of me. He stood and pulled out my chair for me to rise. As we started walking out of the restaurant, he took my hand in his. It felt so very good. Then he walked me to my car. I felt so safe and protected with him. I unlocked my car door and, as I stood up, I felt his hands turn me around. Then, he kissed me. I almost melted right then. If he had told me to kneel in front of him right then, I would have. I would have given him a blowjob right there in the parking lot if he had told me to. I was his. He told me he would call me later to be sure I got home all right. He cared! I knew he was starting to take responsibility for me; he was taking the first step to being my owner. It felt so good and so right. Then I called him “Sir” for the first time in His presence. I got into my car and He shut the door. As I drove away, I could see Him watching my car, being sure I was all right. I felt so complete, I was sure this was the Man I would gladly submit to. I hoped I would be His forever. I knew I would serve Him and do anything to please Him. Please God, let Him want me and take me for His own.

Second Night out – Her view

We met at a restaurant located in the first floor of a hotel. It's a beautiful restaurant ----candlelight, soft music, linen tablecloths. As he has instructed I wear a black lace bra and matching thong under my rather normal, fairly conservative outfit. He is waiting for me when I arrive and stands to greet me as the maitre de' leads me to the table. He tells me that he likes my outfit, especially the way the sweater falls ever so slightly off the shoulder.

"I'm glad it pleases you sir" I say, and he smiles.

We chat amiably, discussing politics, family relations, his work and mine, his pets and mine. The waiter pours the wine. We chat some more, the waiter removes the appetizer plates. Shortly after the waiter walks away he interrupts the flow of conversation to ask me if I am wet.

I'm a little taken aback. But very turned on. For a moment I simply stare at him openmouthed.

"I do believe" he says "that I asked you a question. I expect an answer."

"Yes" I say, taking a deep breath "yes I am."

"Good." He responds, then, without missing a beat, goes right back to discussing his dogs, or my job or politics or whatever.

The waiter pours more wine. We chat. It takes me a while to get back on my conversational feet. I keep thinking about his question, and the way he abruptly asked it.

The waiter brings our entrees. Shortly after the waiter leaves he picks up his fork and says "You must be even wetter now."

It's not as shocking as it was the first time, but it is still disconcerting. "Yes"

"Good. You are to go to the ladies room and put one finger inside yourself. This finger" he says, touching my index finger. Then you are to come back here so I can inspect it. When you arrive back at the table it will look as if I am kissing your hand. Only you and I will know. You are to do exactly as I have instructed, no more and no less."

I open my mouth to say something, then close it again. Nodding my head I go to the ladies room, where I follow his instructions. I am so turned on it's all I can do to keep my fingers away from clit. But I know that is not allowed, and so I obey.

I return to the table. "Four minutes" he said "enough time to do what you were told, but not enough for anything more, eh?"

"Yes, I mean no. I mean ..... that was not allowed, right"

"No my dear, it was not allowed." He takes my hand and brings it to his face, kisses my finger, tasting me.

"Good" he says. "You will hold your fork with this hand, and each time it comes close to your mouth you will be reminded of this."

Then he asks me about my job, and switches immediately into mundane chit chat. It's disconcerting, but very much a turn on. I feel very much like a puppet on a string.

During desert he brings out a room key. "Room 1401" he tells me, as he slides it across the table. "The choice is yours whether or not you choose to pick it up. Should you choose to join me I have some instructions for you. Would you like to hear those instructions?"

"Yes" I say, taking a deep breath.

"There are candles throughout the room. Light them. There are wrist and ankle cuffs on the bed. Take off your blouse and skirt, and put on the cuffs. Leave on the thong and the bra, I will remove them. Leave on the heels. When I enter you are to be kneeling in the middle of the room dressed in the bra and the thong, in presentation posture ready for my inspection. Do you understand?"

"Yes"

"And presentation posture is...?"

"My hands will be behind my neck, my legs will open."

"And your gaze will be down"

"Yes"

"Good. Now all that remains is for you to decide whether or not to take the key."

And, again, he suddenly switches back to mundane chit chat. I am again caught off balance, but this time it is better.

This time all I can think about is the key. It's sitting there on the table, right next to my coffee. I begin to stare at it, and our conversation becomes silent as you watch me staring at it.

He reaches out and pushes the hair from my face. "It's your decision" he says.

And with that, I am decided. I pick up the key. He smiles.

"I think I'll go now" I say. "So I can be ready......for you"

He smiles approvingly, "OK, I'll be up soon."

Twenty minutes later I am waiting for him. My hands are behind my neck, my legs are open and I am mesmerized by the flickering candle flame.

I hear him walk in, my heart pounds in chest. He walks over to me and pushing my hair back, gently kisses my neck. Then he walks behind me and I hear a drawer open. I hear him taking out various toys, and I can only wonder what those toys are.

He walks around me, occasionally running a hand on the curve of my waist, tracing the outline of the thong as it enters between my cheeks, running his fingers through my hair. He grips the hair by the back of my neck and bring his mouth to mine, kissing me fully, with purpose and languor.

Releasing my hair and mouth he stands in front of me and put his hands on my breasts. He touches them from the side, moves his hand to cover the entire breast, and squeeze them. As he squeezes them his fingers roll up towards each other, ending at my nipple. He gives my nipples a playful tweak then reaches behind me to remove my bra.

"Time to see what we have here" he says. He holds my breasts, rubbing a thumb against the nipple. "Yes" he says "they are beautiful but these nipples are far too small. I will have to enlarge them. It will be a painful process" he says firmly, but not coldly "but you will endure it." With that he begins squeezing my nipples hard. "Won't you, my dear?"

"Yes"

"Yes what" he says, squeezing my nipples even harder. It's so hard it is nearly taking my breath away.

"Yes Sir. I will endure Sir."

"Good" he says, and releases my nipples. He kisses each of them, and sucking first one, then the other. "Yes" he says "that feels good, doesn't it?"

"Oh yes sir. Oh my god yes sir"

With that he walks back to the dresser and picks something up. I watch him as he goes. He turns around to return and I instantly realize my mistake. "This is NOT presentation posture. Your eyes are to be downcast, and in front of you."

"Yes sir, I'm sorry sir. I won't let it happen again."

"But you let it happen this time."

"Yes sir, I'm sorry."

"Sorry isn't enough. You will be punished. Bend over the bed. You may put your hands on the bed, but you must not allow any other part to touch. You will hold out your ass to receive your punishment, and you will thank me for each stroke." His tone is unwavering.

I walk over to the bed, and bend over it, putting my hands on the bed. My ass is raised to an unnatural angle by the heels. He comes over and pushes my hair back from my face. Then he places the paddle in front of my face and instructs me to kiss it.

"Whenever I discipline you it is so that you can become a better sub for me. Therefore you will thank me for the punishment by kissing this paddle before and after you receive it. You will do the same for any other implement I choose to employ. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir" I say, and kiss the paddle.

"You will receive ten strokes. You will count them and thank me for them."

"Yes sir" and the first blow fell "one, thank you sir." The first one didn't hurt too bad, he was giving me the courtesy of a warm up.

"Two, thank you sir"

"Three, thank you sire" and they began getting harder.

"Four, thank you sir"

"Five, thank you sir"

"Six, thank you sir" by six they were full blown strokes.

"Seven, thank you sir"

"Eight, thank you sir"

"Nine, thank you sir" nine was really hard. It was all I could do to keep my ass up in the air. He saw that "Keep your ass up in the air, or I'll add ten more"

"Ten, thank you sir." This last one was hard, really hard.

He brought the paddle to my lips so I could kiss it, then stepped back to examine my ass. "Hmmm" he said "nice and pink." Then he puts his hand to my ass and said "and so nicely warmed up"

"There now" he says as he helps me to stand up. "You got what you deserved" his tone is warm, and loving, and completely implacable. "Good girl" and wraps his fingers into the hair at the back of my neck and kisses me again. I begin to cry a little and he speaks soothingly into my ear, telling me how pleased he is with my submission.

"Now, where were we? I believe I had my less-than perfectly-obedient sub in presentation posture for an inspection, did I not?"

I nod.

"Good. I want you in front of the chair now. Go stand there and wait for me."

I walk over to the chair, put my hands behind my neck, spread my legs and look down. A moment later he appears with nipple clamps. "I was just about to put these on you when I had to discipline you. They'll go on now. Don't worry, I know you are new to nipple clamps and I will not tighten them too much. At least, not yet" he smiles and kisses me.

The nipple clamps go on. First one, then the other. Between the nipple clamps and physical memory of the paddle, I am feeling very owned, very taken, very submissive. Then he fastens my cuffs together behind my back.

Then he sits down on the chair. His face is right in front of my pussy. I feel very exposed, and objectified. "Now" he says "time for me to inspect my new pussy."

He removes my thong, and begins by casually running his finger up and down my slit, then into my pussy. I can see how hard he is as he plunges into me. "So wet" he says "so damn wet."

He holds back my lips and stares at my nether regions. I feel viewed, exposed, revealed. He reaches up to tweak a nipple, and then grabs hold of my clit. I gasp and he smiles.

Pulling me towards him, he takes my clit in his mouth and sucks it. Oh my god it feels so fucking good. So fucking good! I want to give over to it, to release into it "May I come Sir? May I come?"

Casually, almost indifferently he tells me “No.” And he keeps sucking. It is so, so, so, so good. And I want to come so, so, so, so bad. But I don't have permission.

Suddenly he breaks away, and tells me to kneel. I kneel in front of him, my clit throbbing, aching with desire. He opens his pants and releases his cock, throbbing in iron anticipation. I need no command, and begin sucking it. Up and down and up and down and up and down. He grabs my head and begin fucking my mouth. I struggle successfully to keep from choking.

He releases my wrist cuffs from behind my back. I assume that it is because he wants me to use my hand and my mouth on him at the same time. I begin following the suction of my mouth, with the pressure of my hand. He moans, grabbing my hair.

"Stop" he gasps "stop." "On the bed" "Now" "On your back"

I get to the bed and lay on my back, my legs spread. He kneels between my legs and enters me. The sensation fills me and we both groan. In and out, and in and out, and in and out, in and in and harder and harder until we both explode. When the last spasm leaves him, he collapses onto me and kisses me.

We are lying side by side, just about asleep when his hand reaches out to my ass. "This" he reminds me "will also belong to me. All of you will belong to me."

He kisses me and cups my breast. We fall asleep with my breast in his hand.

Second Night out – His view

We meet at a restaurant located in the first floor of a hotel. I have instructed her to wear a black lace bra and matching thong under her rather normal, fairly conservative outfit. I am waiting for her when she arrives and I stand to greet her as the maitre de' leads her to the table. I tell her I like her outfit. Tonight I am going to push her limits some and let her have a better understanding what she is getting into by submitting.

She says "I'm glad it pleases you" and I just smile.

We chat amiably, discussing politics, family relations, her work and mine, our pets. The waiter pours the wine. We chat some more, the waiter removes the appetizer plates. Shortly after the waiter walks away I interrupt the flow of conversation and say “Are you wet?” I wanted to keep her unsettled and show her that I was in control.

She stared at me with her mouth open.

"I do believe" I said "that I asked you a question. I expect an answer."

"Yes" she said, taking a deep breath "yes I am."

"Good." Then I go right back to discussing some current political events. It was my intention to keep her off balance and I was succeeding.

The waiter pours more wine. We chat. She is not doing well in keeping up her end of the conversation, a sign that my strategy is working.

After the waiter brings our entrees, I say "You must be even wetter now."

This time she answers fairly quickly. "Yes"

"Good. You are to go to the ladies room and put one finger inside yourself. This finger" I say says, touching her index finger. “Then you are to come back here so I can inspect it. When you arrive back at the table it will look as if I am kissing your hand. Only you and I will know. You are to do exactly as I have instructed, no more and no less."

She opens her mouth, then closes it again before nodding her head and leaving the table. As I wait, I wonder if she will obey or whether she is so turned on she will play with herself. But she returns quickly and I know she has been obedient.

"Four minutes, enough time to do what you were told, but not enough for anything more, eh?"

"Yes, I mean no. I mean ..... that was not allowed, right"

"No my dear, it was not allowed." I take her my hand and bring it to my face, kisses her finger, tasting her for the first time.

"Good. You will hold your fork with this hand, and each time it comes close to your mouth you will be reminded of this."

Then I just take up our conversation like nothing has happened. It's obvious she feels she is not in control of the situation and is uncomfortable.

During desert I bring out a room key and slide it across the table to her. "Room 1401. The choice is yours whether or not you choose to pick it up. Should you choose to join me I have some instructions for you. Would you like to hear those instructions?"

"Yes"

"There are candles throughout the room. Light them. There are wrist and ankle cuffs on the bed. Take off your blouse and skirt, and put on the cuffs. Leave on the thong and the bra, I will remove them. Leave on the heels. When I enter, you are to be kneeling in the middle of the room dressed in the bra and the thong, in presentation posture ready for my inspection. Do you understand?"

"Yes"

"And presentation posture is...?"

"My hands will be behind my neck, my legs will open."

"And your gaze will be down"

"Yes"

"Good. Now all that remains is for you to decide whether or not to take the key."

And then I suddenly switch back to our conversation, catching her off balance again.

She starts to stare at the key. It is obvious that it has her full attention.

“It's your decision."

She picks up the key and says "I think I'll go now so I can be ready......for you"

I just smile and say "OK, I'll be up soon."

Twenty minutes later I enter the room and see that she is in the presentation posture. Perfect. I walk over to her and gently kiss her neck. Then I walk over to the dresser and open a drawer. I take out some nipple clamps and a paddle.

I walk around her, grip her hair and give her a deep kiss. Then release her hair and take her breasts in my hands through her bra. Then I release them so I can get my first look at them. They are delicious looking except her nipples are too small for my taste. No matter, I will make them longer.

"Time to see what we have here. Yes, they are beautiful but these nipples are far too small. I will have to enlarge them. It will be a painful process but you will endure it. Won't you, my dear?" I want to see her reaction. This is the first time we will discuss how I will modify her body for my pleasure.

"Yes"

"Yes what"

"Yes Sir. I will endure Sir."

I release her nipples and say "Good." Then I take each one in my mouth in turn, sucking them deeply into my mouth. “Yes, that feels good, doesn't it?"

"Oh yes sir. Oh my god, yes sir"

I walk back to the dresser to get the nipple clamps. But as I turn around, I see that she has moved. "This is NOT presentation posture. Your eyes are to be downcast, and in front of you."

"Yes sir, I'm sorry sir. I won't let it happen again."

"But you let it happen this time."

"Yes sir, I'm sorry."

"Sorry isn't enough. You will be punished. Bend over the bed. You may put your hands on the bed, but you must not allow any other part to touch. You will hold out your ass to receive your punishment, and you will thank me for each stroke." I let her know through my tone of voice that I will accept nothing but unquestioning obedience.

She walks over to the bed and gets into position. Her posture is so incredibly erotic! Her hands are on the bed and her face is obscured by her hair. Best of all, her ass is raised to an unnatural angle by the heels. I return to the dresser and pick up a paddle, then move over to her. I move her head so she can see the paddle. “Kiss it!”

"Whenever I discipline you it is so that you can become a better sub for me. Therefore you will thank me for the punishment by kissing this paddle before and after you receive it. You will do the same for any other implement I choose to employ. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir" she says and kisses the paddle.

"You will receive ten strokes. You will count them and thank me for them."

I decided to be gentle at first and work my way up to full force.

"Yes sir. One, thank you, sir."

"Two, thank you sir"

"Three, thank you, sir."

"Four, thank you sir"

"Five, thank you sir"

"Six, thank you sir." By now I was getting hard from the pleasure of watching her beautiful ass get redder and redder.

"Seven, thank you sir"

"Eight, thank you sir"

"Nine, thank you sir"

I could tell she was having a hard time keeping her ass up in the air. “Keep your ass up in the air, or I'll add ten more"

"Ten, thank you sir."

I brought the paddle to her lips so she could kiss it, then stepped back to examine her ass. "Hmmm, nice and pink and so nicely warmed up"

I help her to stand and say "There now. You got what you deserved. Good girl." Then I kiss her again. It is always good to follow discipline with pleasure. That is part of her training.

"Now, where were we? I believe I had my less-than-perfectly-obedient sub in presentation posture for an inspection, did I not?"

She nods.

"Good. I want you in front of the chair now. Go stand there and wait for me."

She gets in to the presentation posture in front of the chair. I walk over with the nipple clamps. "I was just about to put these on you when I had to discipline you. They'll go on now. Don't worry, I know you are new to nipple clamps and I will not tighten them too much. At least, not yet." Then I kiss her lightly.

She seems affected by the nipple clamps, perhaps her submissiveness is sinking in. I decide to increase that feeling by fastening her cuffs together behind her back.

I sit down and look at her pussy. "Now, time for me to inspect my new pussy."

I remove her thong and begin to finger her pussy, then plunging my finger in and out for a few seconds. "So wet, so damn wet."

I stop fingering her and fold back her lips to take a close look at her very pretty pussy. Then I reach up and pinch one of her nipples, just to distract her before grabbing her clit. Her gasp is very erotic.

I pull her forward and take her clit into my mouth for the first time. This evening is about pleasure and pain, the two sides of submission.

Her breath quickens and she asks "May I come Sir? May I come?"

“No.”

Then I just can't take it anymore. I stand up and tell her to kneel. Opening my pants, my rock hard cock springs forth and she takes it deeply into her mouth. That is not enough, so I grab her head and begin fucking her face. She begins to choke, but I don't care, it feels so good.

I decide it is time to use my new pussy for the first time. So I release her wrist cuffs from behind her back. She grabs my cock and starts sucking even harder, her sucking aided by her hand as it pumps my cock.

"Stop! Stop. On the bed. Now! On your back"

She gets on the bed and spreads her legs. I mount her and the feeling is incredible! I pump in and out, pounding her pussy with my passion. Then we cum at the same time! It is all I can do not to pass out from the waves of pleasure as they wash over me. But I just lay on top of her and kiss her deeply before rolling over beside her. I reach my hand over to her ass, which is still a little warm from her paddling. "This will also belong to me. All of you will belong to me."

I kiss her and we snuggle up spoon fashion, my hand holding her breast. Thus we fell asleep.

Training begins: His View

We started meeting every evening after that. It was great! She was all I could have hoped for and, even more! I was pleased with her intelligence and willingness to do as I told her.

On Friday night, I tied her to the bed, just to give her first real bondage experience. Then I spent time playing with her breasts and pussy, getting her so horny so that when I finally mounted her, she came almost immediately. In fact, she came twice before I did and then a third time before I collapsed on the bed beside her. The next morning we woke up with another love making session before getting out of bed. “Make me a cup of coffee and have it ready for me as I get out of the shower.” But when I got out of the shower, it was not there. So I got dressed and went into the kitchen. She was sitting there with a cup of coffee and the newspaper. She looked up and went to get me my coffee. “Becky, I thought I told you to have it ready for me when I got out of the shower!” “Oh, I thought I would just get it for you when you were dressed.” “That is not what I told you. Is it!?” She got quiet, and said “No, Sir.” I went into the next room and got a crop before going back into the kitchen. “Becky, get undressed and come here.” She just looked at me, uncomprehending what I was intending to do. “Now!” She dropped her robe and pulled down her panties, then walked over to me. “Hands on the table, ass out.” Now she looked a little fearful but she obeyed. That was a good sign. When she was in position, I told her “I am going to punish you for disobeying me. I whip you five times with this crop. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” She said quietly. “I want you to count the blows and thank me between each one.” “Yes, Sir.” I brought the crop to her mouth so she could kiss it and then proceeded to administer her punishment and it was soon over with. “You may rise now.” I watched her walk away, sobbing quietly. Her ass had 5 red stripes on it. This was just another in what I knew would be a series of disciplinary sessions in her training. Over the next few weeks, I would teach her to understand the pain and pleasure that are a part of submission. I knew that she would understand that these marks were also a sign of my ownership. When she fully understood that, she would not just endure her discipline; she would embrace it and take joy in being my property. One day she would ask for it, to be reminded of her status. I went to get some cream for her back and a couple of aspirin. She needed to understand in her soul the two sides of submission, being disciplined and being cherished. Through this she will come to understand the rightness of her surrender and completely trust me. Later, she came to me and said “Thank you Sir, I deserved that. Thank you for helping me a better sub for you.”

Training begins: Her View

We started meeting every night after that. I hadn't spent the night yet, but tonight he wanted me to stay all night. I was very excited. This was a whole new level in our relationship. So far, the whole experience had been even more than I had hoped for. I tried very hard to obey him and give him the pleasures he desired. After I had cleaned up from dinner, he told me we would be trying something new tonight. I got wet right then, wondering what he was going to do to me. We went up to the bedroom where he had my cuffs laid out on the bed. I undressed and he put the cuffs on me.

“Lay down on the bed, spread out.”

I laid down and he fastened my cuffs to short leather thongs attached to the bed frame. I felt so helpless. It turned me on so incredibly much! But then he started fondling my breasts, nibbling and sucking on them. The feeling was so intense, magnified by my inability to move. All of a sudden, his fingers plunged into my pussy without warning. I was so turned on by the whole experience. This was something I had fantasized about for so long. Being helpless before a man, with him taking advantage of my helplessness. God it was magnificent. But then it got better. He rose and placed himself between my spread legs. His cock rammed into my pussy so hard, I came immediately. I kept cumming in waves so intense I thought I would pass out. But I couldn't, he needed to be pleasured. But then he came. I could feel his seed as it filled me. So much came out it began to leak out of my pussy. I knew he must have been as turned on as I was by this experience. In a few minutes, he unfastened me from the bed and we fell asleep.

Morning arrived and I woke to sun on my face. I was a little sore from last night but it was a good feeling. I noticed his cock was hard, so I took it in my mouth and gently sucked on it until he woke. Then he mounted me. What a great way to begin the day.

After we came, he rose to take a shower. “Make me a cup of coffee and have it ready for me as I get out of the shower.” I got up and fumbled around the kitchen to fix coffee. While the coffee was brewing, I went out to get the newspaper. I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat at the table to read the paper. Suddenly he was at the kitchen door.

“Becky, I thought I told you to have it ready for me when I got out of the shower!”

“Oh, I thought I would just get it for you when you were dressed.”

“That is not what I told you. Is it!?”

“No, Sir.” He went out of the room and came back with a crop.

“Becky, get undressed and come here.” I just looked at him. I didn't know what to think. Just a few minutes ago we were making tender love. Now he was speaking harshly to me.

“Now!” So I dropped my robe and pulled down my panties before walking over to him.

“Hands on the table, ass out.” What was he going to do to me? But I knew better than to disobey. So I did it.

“I am going to punish you for disobeying me. I will whip you five times with this crop. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I want you to count the blows and thank me between each one.”

“Yes, Sir.” He brought the crop to my mouth and I kissed it. It felt so strange, but so right.

He began to hit me with the crop. The pain was excruciating but I knew he was doing it for my own good. So I endured it. When he was done, he let me kiss the crop again.

“You may rise now.” I walked away to get his coffee, the pain was still with me. I could not help sobbing quietly. I wondered what I looked like from behind. I wondered what I was doing letting this man whip me. I pondered that thought for a few minutes, moving from humiliation and anger to feeling free and fulfilled. Finally, I knew in my very soul, that what he did was right. I had been bad and deserved punishment.

He came over to me with some cream and gave me some aspirin. While he rubbed the cream onto my ass, I did something I would never have dreamed of just a few months ago. I thanked him. And I meant it! At that moment I felt complete at last.

Submission: Tonight They Become One

Tonight was going to be a big night; tonight I will take responsibility for a sub. She will give herself to me and I will become her Master. I have it all planned and the house is ready. I told her to arrive at 8 pm and to wear a dress. It is now 7:59 and the doorbell rings. I open the door and she is standing there, obviously nervous. “Hello. I see you are right on time. Very good! Come on in.” As she enters, I take her coat, letting my hands linger on her shoulders. She leans into me a little before I pull her coat down her arms and hang it up. Then I wrap my arms around her and whisper in her ear “I am so happy to see you. Thank you for the incredible gift you are giving me.” Then I lead her into the living room where I have a bottle of Chardonnay chilling on ice. There is soft music playing in the background. I pour us both a glass of wine and give her one. I knew she would be nervous this evening and wanted her to relax. “Please, sit down and get comfortable. I want you to relax a little before the ceremony” “But sir, I am not sure I can. I am both so nervous and so anxious, I just can't seem to think. I certainly can't relax.” But she sits and I move around behind her. I put my hands on her shoulders and gently rub them. “It will be all right, I will take care of you.” “I know, that is why I am so anxious to begin. But it is such a big step. I have never submitted to anyone before. I want it but I also realize that I am giving up me, the person I am.”

I pause before replying. “No, little one. You are not giving up who you are. You are becoming your true self. As we have discussed, you are born to serve a Man. You have felt a void in your life all these years. You will be loved and cherished. All you are giving up is the burden of control. I will take that burden from you and thereby free you. This is big decision for me as well. I am taking responsibility for another person. One I must care for the rest of our lives. I will be responsible for your health, both physical and mental. But it is a burden I gladly will take. In exchange, you will be giving me your body, your love, and your service. It is an exchange of the things we both want from the other. I get a woman to serve me and you get someone to keep you safe, and secure. On top of that, we will have our love.” “I love it when you put things straight in my mind. You always seem to know what will make me feel better. Thank you.” “Now relax and drink your wine before it gets warm.” “Yes, sir.” “Think on what submission will give you and you will feel better.” As we sit, enjoying our wine, I let my mind wander over the events that led up to this night. The long discussions, the love making, and role playing. The days spent seeing the sights, long drives in the country to try out the various local vineyards. All these events let her get used to me being in charge. Gradually getting her used to me making the decisions, asking her opinion on some things but not on others. But most of all, just getting to know one another. This was a decision for our lives, not for a single night or even a month. It took a while to get to this point. But it was definitely worth it. I was lost in these thoughts when I heard her let out a sigh and suddenly the tension seemed to leave her body. She had come to terms with her decision.

“Let us begin.” I say and lead her into the basement. The only light comes from a large candle. “Now, take off your clothes and put them in the trash can.” “What, the trash can” she says. I just look at her until she lowers her head and begins to unzip her dress. “You are casting off the remains of your old life with its uncertainty and insecurity. This is the first step into my world.” Once she has removed all her clothes and put them in the trash can, I pull out the plastic liner and tie it up. I light a short candle and tell her to kneel in front of it. “Remain kneeling until the candle has burned out. During that time, think of 5 things you will gain by your submission. You will tell them to me when I return.” With that, I blow out the other candle and take the bag with her clothes and walk up the stairs. I have a small video camera in the room so I can monitor the candle. The candle will take an hour to burn out (I measured it with a similar candle). During that time, her knees and back will grow sore. But that will help her appreciate her decision even more.

An hour has passed and I see the candle begin to flicker. So I walk down the stairs. The room is dark but I know where the large candle is. I walk over to it and light it. “As the candle banishes the darkness in this room, I shall banish the darkness from your life. Tell me the 5 things you will gain from submitting to My will.” “Master” she begins. “You have not earned the right to call me Master yet!” “Yes, sir. Sir, I will gain:

Freedom from the burden of decisions.

Safety in the shadow of your protection.

Security in your arms.

Happiness from serving You.

Knowledge that I have a purpose, to serve the Man who is my Master.”

“Very good. Now you may ask for the privilege of serving me.” “Sir, may this sub have the honor of serving and obeying you, of being your property, to do with as you would for the rest of my life.” “Yes, you may.” I take out the collar I had made for her. “With this collar, I take ownership of you. I freely and gladly take on the responsibilities that come with owning a sub. I will cherish and protect you. I will take the responsibility for your training so that you can best serve and obey me. You may kiss my feet, then I will fasten this collar around your neck.” She places her hands on the floor and bends down to kiss my feet. Then she gets back into the kneeling position. I place her collar around her neck saying “This collar is the symbol of your submission. Only I may take it off. Now you may call me “Master” “Thank you Master for what you have given me. I promise to be the best sub ever.” “I know, little one.” I then lead her up the stairs to our bedroom where I have candles lit and more wine chilling. We spend the evening making love. Once, I catch her fingering her new collar. When I do, she gently kisses me and says "Thank you, Master. I love it and I love you." "I love you also, little sub."

Now they are One

Our life after that was so beautiful. We moved into together so I could serve him as he deserved. Each morning Master would take off my private collar and put on my public collar. It had been so fun, going shopping for just the perfect collar that I could wear out in public. It gave me such a warm, secure feeling. I would finger it when whenever I was feeling uncertain. It was like my touchstone, my security blanket, it reminded me of what I was and who owned me. I now have several public collars to match my different outfits. It is fun to go out to dinner and a play, having people comment on my diamond studded “chocker.” If they only knew! People at work wondered for a while about my new accessory, but they soon stopped commenting on it. There are times when I wish I could wear my private collar in public. I am my Master's property and proud of it. But I know they would not understand, so I hide my pride. We settled into a routine not much different from most vanilla couples, perhaps a little happier than most because all those stupid arguments about who is in control have already been decided. He is in control. I have learned a lot from Him. I no longer think of myself first, he comes first in my mind. We have begun playing with more intense bondage and discipline sessions. But these are for our pleasure more than my training. Not that he doesn't need to discipline me now and again. Sometimes, I want him to do it, so I will act up on purpose. He knows what is happening, but enjoys our discipline sessions as much as I do. Now that I am free of normal concerns, I have begun wondering about other sexual fun we could have. We have discussed playing with another sub woman. I know he is excited about the idea but I have never been with another woman before and am unsure. Then one day everything changed.

Master enters the front door and yells “Becky, Master's home and he's got a surprise for you!” I run up to him yelling “Master! A surprise! Oh goody!” “Yes, Master brought home a friend for you to play with.” With that he pulls Tricia out from behind him. Tricia, a bisexual 25 year old, is a potential sub he met at work. I got real quiet when I saw her and whisper to Master, “But I thought we were supposed to keep this a secret.” Neither of us can afford for anyone to know about our personal life.”

“It's all right. Remember I spoke to you of my desire for a second sub, at least on an occasional basis. Tricia has played at with the idea of being a sub for 2 years now and now is interested in exploring her submissive side more fully. She will stay here this weekend and, if every thing works out, maybe she will come stay with us occasionally. But for tonight, she is going to be my sub's friend and learn about how subs make their Masters happy.”

“Oh Master. Thank you for bringing over a friend. I have been so worried that I was not able to take care of you enough when I keep having to go out of town. Now I will know you are served properly when I am not here.” “I know, little one. That's why I brought her home. Master is going to teach you how to play with another sub. Then you are going to show her how to make me very, very happy.”

This made me pause, does he want to replace me? “Master is still pleased with me, aren't you? You know I will do anything for you. I want to be Master's slave forever.” “Don't worry, little one. I am very pleased with my little sub and want to keep her forever. The most Tricia could end up as would be your little sister but she could never replace you.”

“A sister! Oh, Master, we could serve Master even better! I promise to teach her how to make you so happy.” As we walk into the living room Tricia and I start to talk. She tells me she is nervous about being a 24/7 sub. I admit to being nervous about having sex with another woman. When we laugh quietly, sharing our discomfort.

“Becky, do you need to do anything for dinner at this time?”

“No, Master, I do not have to attend to it for 15 minutes.”

“Very good. Now take Tricia up to our room and find her suitable clothes. She is about your size. Be sure you are ready to serve my dinner on time and Tricia is properly clothed for dinner.”

“Oh yes, Master.”

I take Tricia up to our room. Master likes me to wear a transparent apron when I cook. He thinks a woman's body should always be on display for her man. I love having him look at me. I quickly find matching outfits for both of us and we return to the living room where I kneel in front of him. “May I get you something before dinner, Master?”

“No, you may go.”

So I go off to the kitchen and hear Master tell Tricia to help me.

I serve Master at 7 then kneel beside him.

“Tricia, kneel on the other side of me. That will be your place during dinner.”

While he eats, he blesses us each with little bites of food from his plate. I make sure to lick all the juices from his fingers each time. He does not like dirty hands.

When he is done, Tricia and I clean up. Then it is time for us to eat. Master leads us into the kitchen where we kneel beside him while he prepares our bowls. After he places them on the floor, he allows us to eat. It is quickly apparent that Tricia has never had to eat without using her hands. But she manages and we both lick our bowls clean.

“You may clean up and join me in my bedroom.”

We rush around to finish cleaning up. Master does not like to be kept waiting. In our haste, we run up to the bedroom. Master frowns at this behavior but doesn't say anything. He knows how excited and nervous we are.

“You may help me undress.” Tricia rises and starts to unbutton his shirt while I remove his shoes. Then I reach out and unfasten his pants. Once I have pulled his pants down, I see his cock straining against his underwear. I can't help it, I run my hand over his cock. It feels so warm and hard. He must like it, since he pats me on the head. In the meantime, Tricia has finished removing his shirt.

“Prepare yourselves.”

We both remove our aprons and thongs before kneeling in front of him again.

“Becky, lay down on the bed. Tricia, when she has positioned herself, I want you to lay beside her and the two of you to kiss.” The moment of truth has arrived. I just look at him for moment before obeying. Tricia lies down and begins to kiss me. It is obvious that Tricia has done this before and enjoys it. I am not so sure about this. But it is His command, so I kiss back. Meanwhile, Tricia's hands begin to wander over my body. It feels strange to have a woman's hands on me. But she knows just what I like and it soon makes me very horny. Her hands on my breasts feel so good. I begin to run my hands over her body. This is the first time I have ever felt a woman's breasts. They are so soft. Now I know why men like them. Now both of us have fingers in each others pussy. Soon we are both moaning.

“Now, Tricia, show her how to eat pussy.” My god, it's going to happen. I just lay back and decide to enjoy it. As she begins to lick, I feel a moan escape from my lips.

“Becky, you may cum when you are ready.” I am so happy he has given me permission to cum. He has trained me to only cum with his permission and the feeling of Tricia's tongue is driving me nuts.

“AH, ahh, OH Master!!!! Oh, Master! Master.” It is an incredible intense orgasm. I just lay there feeling exhausted, stimulated, and incredibly alive all at the same time. After a moment I hear Master say “Now it is your turn Becky. Eat Tricia's pussy like you've been shown.”

With that, Tricia lays back on the bed and I move into position to return the favor. I stick out my tongue and taste pussy for the first time (well, I have tasted my own juices for years, but this is different). Tricia's eyes close and she begins to moan.

Suddenly, Master buries his cock in my pussy. He rams in and out while I continue to lick my first pussy. Soon all three of us cum in an explosion of orgasmic delight. It was incredible! And there was more to come! I knew Master was planning on enjoying this weekend very, very much.

Master lay back on the bed and motions for us to clean him with our tongues. It was fun to lick his cock with Tricia, we would lick it to the top and our lips would meet in a passionate kiss. We made love for hours that night before he let us fall asleep in his bed.

“Thank you Master. It was incredible. I am so happy to be yours.”

“I am glad you belong to me also. Sleep well. In the morning I expect the two of you to wake me with your tongues, just like when we are alone.”

“Yes, Master. Thank you again for a wonderful experience.”

Where life will lead us now, I do not know. I do know that I will continue to serve my Master. He will guide me, control me, and make me into the perfect sub for him. I am content.