As she left her office the stresses of being the CEO of a major corporation weighed on her. She figured Mitchell would be no help in releasing the stress. Pressing the down button of the elevation she stared at her self in the reflection, her tall frame accented by an athletic body, well shaped hips and firm breasts. “Why can I not find a man that can satisfy my need for loss of control” as the elevator opens and she steps in tow of the men on the elevator glance over her body swiftly and look away before they are caught staring at the boss. However in her position she has to notice every detail. She stands there silently. As the doors open to the parking garage they scurry off like scared rats running for a predator. Walking up to her parking space she deactivates the alarm on her Aston Martin DBS. She glides up to it and climbs in. Unbuttoning the top two buttons of her blouse she looks in the mirror and reapplies her lip stain and loosens her hair letting it flow around her shoulders.
As she drives home men regard her with desire in their eyes, but she knows their kind and that is not what she wants. As she parks her car in the garage she sighs. Climbing out and walking in her high heels clicking on the tile in the kitchen, Mitchell comes walking out in his suit. “I am heading to Paris for a case, But, Rachel, I can cancel if you want me to stay.“ She looks at him, his milk soppy posture and whinny voice cutting her deeper than any knife ever could. “No you need to go to work.” Her temper starting to flare, she looks at him with a hardened look. He stiffens and says “Okay the cab is on its way.” Her temper wins over logic and she venomously spits, “God Mitchell you are such a pussy! Fucking stand up for yourself!” she then marches through the house into her office and pushes the door closed.
As she sits in the chair she almost cries from frustration. She opens her email and looks down the list of emails for various BDSM and Kink sites and find nothing of any real interest. She picks up the card her friend Rachel gave her a week ago. “I wonder if he will really be a Master or if he plays at it.” She picks up the phone, her nude nails reflecting the soft lighting of the desk lamp. She dials the numbers fearlessly. “Hello.” the dark voice is not what she expected. She responds, “Yes I was told you might show me the sexual play I want and need.” there is a long pause, “I do not play and what I do is a lifestyle not something to be done solely in the bedroom.” Interested she says very well I want to know more about the lifestyle.” She could almost hear his lips curl into a smile, “Then tell me little one what do you want from the lifestyle?” Instantly she noted the lack of playfulness in the term little one. It was not a nickname but a title. “Everything bondage, spanking, someone to take absolute control of me so that I can lose all control.” During the long pause she thought to herself how liberating it was to finally admit it to someone other than her reflection. “Very well little one. We will have an interview session. You will arrive at my address in 3 hours. You will wear a short skirt, no underwear a blouse, white without a bra. You will wear cross trainer shoes and ankle socks. If you have long hair French braid it. If you are not freshly shaven then shave. I want a cleanly fresh shaven applicant. I expect a lot. Because I only top the finest stock of women. The rewards for submission to me are more than you will ever dream of in your vanilla house of sadness. You have three hours starting now. No later and no earlier.” after she writes down the address he says “One last thing little one. Walk here. This is your first test” before she can stop herself she breathes into the phone “Yes Master” His voice firms and flares with command “I am not your Master yet and I doubt you have been trained. It is Yes Sir.” Shocked and a bit taken aback she replies, “Yes sir.” trying to hide the tremble in her voice. Then he hangs up the phone. As she almost mindlessly hangs the phone up the craving and desire in her has been sparked. Never had anyone taken control from her in such a way. She quickly stands and prepares for the interview. Her nipples hardening at the thought of more of what she had just received. As she pulls open her drawers she find a skirt she plays tennis in at the country club. Thinking of the rest of her required outfit she assembled a perfectly matching outfit
As she crosses town with determined steps the skeptic in her starts to speak up in her mind the wash of lust and desire start to fade. The closer she gets to the address the more she notices the attention she is gaining from the men around her. Her mind razor sharp picks up this part of the test and gets more determined to gain approval. “He is brilliant,” she muses, “So many attractive men seeing me distracting me from my true desire.”
Approaching the brownstone house a woman stomps out. Her face full of anger and rage. “He’s a bastard, hunny, just turn around and head home.” The rage in her voice is overly apparent. She looks at her watch as waits till the exact time she is to arrive. She presses the buzzer. “Yes.” a different voice answers this voice is submissive and softened. “Rachel, I have an appointment.” Her voice strong and with an edge of command. “One moment.” the door opens and she gazed upon a man at least 5 inched taller than her and very athletic. “Hello little one.” his voice sounded like melted chocolate. She stared into his eyes they where all consuming. His firm hand took her arm and pulled her in roughly. “Well let us see if you where able to follow simple commands.” He lifts the skirt and inspects her shaven legs and crotch. He then turns her around and inspects her ass and her asshole. “very good you are clean shaven and not wearing underwear. Shoes and socks are correct.” He then reaches up and lifts her shirt to examine her breasts. “Very good you can follow instructions.” she glares at him remembering the statement of finest female stock. “I am not some stock yard animal for sale.” she locks eyes with him. “ You are not presenting yourself for my approval to see if I will take on the cost of training and teaching you in the ways of the lifestyle? Did you not do everything you where commanded to do to win my approval.” His voice challenging but not condescending. “You are most certainly trying to sell yourself to me. So far I like what I see. You wanted everything, you said, well lets see what the truly means.
He takes her arm and drags her to a arm chair and sits her into it. His voice going back to commanding as he rips the low V-neck shirt open with his bare hands exposing her breasts. Her womb twitches she gulps reflexively, she had seen breast torture before it looked terrifying and painful. He grabs her left breast hard in his hand and pulls her to him with it and while hold the breast in his iron grip and her nipple between his forefinger and thumb of the other hand he kneels down and licks across the hidden area of her chest were she was extremely sensitive to foreplay. When her body starts to respond to the attention her squeezes harder on the nipple the pain lances into her as his tongue hits her erogenous one with incredible skill. She looks down at him seeing his short black hair for the first time as the fire in the fireplace barely lights the room. As the blending of pain and pleasure starts her head swimming he pushes her in the chair. She can still feel the sensation of his strong grip on her. Being caught ion the moment she starts to move toward him as he stands back deciding on her. He breaks his concentration and in a voice that booms in the small room. He says, “Sit in the chair little one. I think you will need to be restrained to be properly punished for forgetting your place in my home.” he walks to an armoire and unlocks it. She stares as the doors open. She can see paddles, whips, crops, dildos, vibrators, clamps and rope, lots of rope.
He turns producing a long silken rope coiled up. He walks to her and starts at her ankles and starts binding her careful ling with enough pressure to leave light bruises one her flesh and deep impression marks. She feels fears trying to tell her to run but the desire for the forbidden overrides the survival instinct. His hot breath caressing her bare legs as he lovingly wraps the rope perfectly around her. He then works his way up to her knee with an intricate series of knot work he then works the rope though the arm supports on the chair spreading her legs wide exposing her most intimate area for open viewing. She skin starts to flush he leans forward and she can smell the musky aroma for her arousal and his mixing in the area surrounding her. He slides his hand slowly under her sex and lifts her slightly to get the rope under her ass and crotch she can feel the steady pulse throb into her clit like a bass drum. She is so sensitive and aroused she wants more she wants to demand it of him. Never has a man worked her body in such a frenzy do so little to command her body into action then he positions a large knot covered in latex over his throbbing clit and as he pulls it tighter and it presses into her causing a new form of pain to course through her body causing her to squirm causing the knot to play with her clit as she moves. Her moans start to escape as she starts writhing against the knot. He lets her get so close to a total release of sexual frustration, then her locks her hips in place with the rope and the back of the chair. She starts begging him for release with her eyes. As he stands and starts the binding down her arm she can see he is fully erect. She licks her lips slowly. Once her wrists and bound together he moves to locking her elbows back behind her and through the chair back. His body heat radiating against her supple flesh. His smell, his heat to her it is intoxicating. But what gets her passions boiling if the care and control and seeming perfection of every layer of rope ever knot and the pressure cocooning her.
He walks back to the armoire and remove a riding crop and tests its flexibility his muscles light bulging and the few beads of sweat shimmer in the flames of the fireplace. He places it back and removes a different one. Pleased with is he comes over and swats her on the thigh the pain floods through her and she jerks causing the latex covered knot to rub flooding her mind with confusing impulses. Before she can recover his wrist flicks and his swats her on the other thigh once again the pain followed instantly by the pleasure she does not what him to stop she wants to prove now that she is what he is looking for. She stares at her inner thighs and sees the bruises the shaft of the crop is leaving on her thighs again he swats her and again she is overwhelmed by the sensations. Again his strikes gradually getting closer to the pussy which is not starting to leave a pool of her sacred nectar in the seat. Again and again, strike after strike. 18 strikes later he stops she wants to beg for more but she knows she will get no more. He raises a wine glass up to her dry lips and softly says, “Drink. For we have more to experience to see if you are what I desire and if I am what you need.” The water slowly pours into her mouth as she drinks. The ice cold water chilling her slightly the pure clean taste of the water is inviting. He then unties key locations on the chair allowing her to stand and walk with small steady steps. He then walks her out of the room, her instinct now is to look at the ground, but not in shame but in obedience. She thinks “This is everything I want when I am truly me. This is where I belong.” His voice brings her out of her contemplations “These men and woman are also here to be trained. I care for their needs, every need, and some of their wants. And they care for mine. Do you understand what that means?” she looks at them they show in their eyes they are loved and cared for. “Yes sir”
He leads her into a large bedroom when he bends her over the foot board of the bed and restrains her again this time her firm runners ass his exposed as well as the entrance to her inner chamber. She excitedly tilts her hips for easy penetration into either opening for him. But to her surprise he sits next to her and says, “you wanted to be spanked and toyed with since you have been punished properly for the disrespect you showed earlier so you will get to pick. Would you like your ass spanked or your pussy?” Her mind starts racing she has never been spanked in her life on her ass not to mention her pussy. “My ass sir I want to be enraptured in that Sir.” he stands and walks to the wall she barely notice as she walked in. the wall where covered with hooks from which hung a vary assortment of whips, paddles, crops, toys and outfits of PVC, leather and latex. Rope, chains, cuffs and things she did not even know what they where for, but know she wanted to know every one of them intimately. Walking back with a long whip coiled in his hand he holds it for her to see. “This is a virgin whip. It has never touched the flesh of a man or woman. You will be its first. You must stay still this can love you or hate you. My skill is exceptional with it however you move the wrong way it could bite into your flesh.” the whip cracks in the air behind her throat swallows instinctively. With out warning the braided leather thrashes against her left butt cheek but there is no pain just a deeply erotic caress. “Count them.” His voice again firm and strong. The command precise and clear. “one sir” after 19 more of these succulent lashes her legs tremble so hard begging her body to release and cum. Her inner thighs coated with her wetness. With trembling lips she whispers “More sir please. More.” she did not want him to stop she could not stand for him to stop. Hanging the whip on a hook with a placard saying “little one” A tear slips down her cheek knowing the interview was over.
Releasing her for the rope completely he hands her the torn shirt and leads her to the door. She wanted to stop and pleasure him if only in a fraction of what he gave her. She needed to sate him and to be sated. “Sir and you?” her eyes bright with desire to serve him. “Call me in one week if you are still interested in being my submissive. Sometimes the decision takes time to be made correctly. The final test will be to save your release for me and me only between now and then.” he opens the door and she walks out. The cold air envelopes her naked and bruised breasts. Quickly pulling her shirt on and tying it she walks home in a fog not really remember or hearing much of anything.
As soon as she gets into her house, she walks in front of the full sized mirror and strips. Her finger caressing the rope impressions and bruises. “I will wait the week for you…” her voice trails off
