Plotting and Planning bears fruit (day 3)
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shadeofnightHere is Day 3 (IE weekend 3 of the 3 weeking story I wrote).
*wonders if he should post it on any of the story archives*
I hope you all enjoy :)
Story: Plotting and Planning bears fruit (Part 3 of 3 days)
He had enjoyed the last two weeks a lot, and wanted to take full advantage of the last of her promise (at least before trying to get another promise out of her). She was in an amazingly good mood and was humming songs to herself again. That was always a good sign her life could not be better. She did ask if she could have any hints or ask any questions about this weekend, but he just said he did not want to risk her guessing too much too soon, but she might get a few hints if she paid attention.
The week started to pass quickly, until one night a large package arrived at the house. He just smiled and grabbed it up and took it to the basement, saying it was nothing she needed to be worried about just yet. She could not help but notice the metal clanking sounds in the box as the contents shifted. Hmm...just what did he have planned?
She tried to sneak downstairs to find the box when he went to work, but it was nowhere in sight. She just smirked that he knew she was going to try to peek, and had hidden it from her.
Friday night finally came around, and they both could not wait for Saturday, but first a little teasing fun. He started the night off by watching some soft-core erotic shows on DVD, including 9 1/2 Weeks and the first DVD of the Story of "O" collection. As they went to bed he did not let her tempt him and told her she would need all her energy for tomorrow. So she went to bed with a bit of sensual tingling in her skin and mind, and he felt the start of all his long planning sessions beginning to play out.
Saturday morning came, and while they lay in bed awake but just cuddling, she was wondering why he was so relaxed and not in a hurry. He said today was of a different time table than last week, and her day would start around 1 pm. She just enjoyed the cuddle time, knowing she did not have to plan or worry about a thing today, as it was all taken care of. He finally got in the mood to start getting her mind ready for the day. "Okay, the rules for this day are the following, love. First: you must do everything I ask you to do. Second: you must go through and not change any of the things I already have set up for you, as you will understand more about that at 1 pm. Third: you must get permission to come; no trying to sneak a kiss from me to get some satisfaction. And I can kiss you all I want, and it will not give you permission to come this time," he said in a stern voice. "Remember, you did say you would do anything, and today will be the end of your promise, until I can get another one from you, babe," he reminded her.
"Any limits on what I can wear?" she inquired.
"You can wear anything you like until you get instructions from me telling you different," he said.
"Oh, is that so?" she said in a teasing voice.
"Today is me getting my fantasy of being a dom to my lovely sub girl," he purred at her, while giving her a fast nibble on her ear and kissing her neck a little.
"Ohhhhhhh," was all she could say, as all the thoughts about the day and what it might have in store unfolded before her.
She wanted to please him with every fiber of her being for all the effort to please her he had put into the last two weeks. She could not imagine anyone else she wanted to please more, and she was perfectly willing to do just do about anything he would want if it would make him happy.
They managed to get out of bed around noon and get dressed. He put on his "I am going to get dirty doing something like work on the car or paint the house" jeans and an old, ratty T-shirt. That was a bit of a surprise to her as she got into her weekend wear: panties, bra, jeans, and one of her purple T-shirts. He then pulled out two white envelopes sealed with a dragon crest in red wax. One was marked "Stage 1," and the next was marked "Stage 2." He told her, "You cannot open up the next stage until you completely finish the stage before it." Now she was as curious as a cat. "I trust you can follow these instructions, my lady," he said in his medieval voice.
This caused her to answer in her typical medieval voice, "Yes, my lord," with a curtsy.
He smiled and said, "You know the term 'my lord' could mean so much more than just a polite public greeting," as he gave her a wink. "As a matter of fact, I like the sound of it so much, I want you to use it for the rest of the day to end all your statements to me, okay?”
She got into the spirit of it and said, "As you wish, my lord."
He handed her both envelopes and said,"Time to start, as you are running out of time for stage one." She tore into the envelope and looked at what was in it. It had a 1 pm appointment in her name at a beauty salon for two hours with a whole list of treatments he had selected for her. It also had directions on how to get there and a note at the bottom that said she was to open "Stage 2" when she was back in her car from stage one. "You get a little pampering first," he said. She raised an eyebrow at him, as this was the last thing she expected to start the day, as it took her away from him for two hours. He said, "Do not give me that look, there is a method to all the madness, I promise." He turned her toward the door and smacked her on the ass to push her forward. "You do not have much time to get there, and remember to call me 'my lord' even when you get back." She wiggled her ass a little as she headed to the door, and said in a slightly sarcastic and teasing way, "As my lord wishes."
She got in her car and started the fifteen-minute drive to the salon. When she signed in, they took her to the back and started to really pamper her: everything from foot rubs, back rubs, mud treatments, and hair perms, to more personal treatment. She had gotten a bikini wax before, but this time they surprised her and started to clear all of the hair around her pussy. Her eyes got a little wide, and then she peeked at her "list": yup, he signed her up to get it ALL removed. Now that was a sneaky way to do it, she thought, after she recovered from the pain and shock of the wax. She could not help but take her hands and run them along her pussy, as she felt very nude and young all of a sudden. She was also feeling very out of control for the first time since walking into here, as she just realized all of her time was totally set by her boyfriend, and she had no real say in the matter. She could not quite pinpoint all the feelings flashing through her then.
She got out of the salon two hours later, and all she could think was, Oh my God, I feel like a totally different woman. Her hair looked great, and her whole body tingled from all the pampering she had just gone through. She was very soft in all the right spots, and all of her pubic hair had been removed for the first time in her life. Yes, she felt like a different person all right. She got into her car and saw the "Stage 2" envelope. She wondered if the stages were each a phase to take her down a certain path for tonight. Well, only one way to find out, and oh boy did she feel like she had just taken some major steps by coming here. Now she just wanted to find out which path it was.
She broke the seal on this envelope and opened it as she shivered a little with all that had happened to her so far. All this envelope had was a letter in it. She started to read it: "I hope you enjoyed your pampering, but time for another stage. I want you to remove all of your clothes except for your shirt (and yes, that means bra also). Then I want you to drive home, but I want you to feel your new bare self on the seat of the car with nothing to distract you from the feeling. You must try to masturbate a little on the drive home, but remember you are not allowed to come without permission still. You must be wet before you get home. When you get home I want you to leave all of your clothes but the shirt you are wearing in the car and go to the back door of our house and find the envelope 'Stage 3,' and then follow its instructions."
He had managed to totally freeze her mind again in shock. She had never heard of such a thing, but she kind of felt she was no longer her old self anymore, a fact reinforced by the state her body was in. She started to remove her jeans in a dream-like state. She did not really think about doing any of it, but her hands and body just started to do it of their own accord. Next her panties came off, and she was able to get her bra off without taking her shirt off (thank goodness for practice changing in the band way back when). She knew no one could see just how naked she was, but SHE felt it in a very deep way. She drove home doing the speed limit perfectly and stopping at every single stop sign perfectly. She could not take the chance of being pulled over in this condition. She only had to touch herself ever so slightly to get wet and did not want to do more than that just yet, as she had no clue how long it would be until he would let her come. She finally managed to get home, but she was sure it was more from her mind and body being on autopilot than active thought from her. If she ever was forced to do this again, she made a mental note to make sure she had a towel in the car, because she just knew she was leaving a wet spot on the seat. She giggled a little as she wondered what he would have done if she had taken his car instead. When she reached their house, she eyed the area to make sure no one was watching too closely, and then darted to the back yard and then the back door.
There was a sealed envelope with "Stage 3" written on it taped to the back door, as well as a folded towel on the ground right beside the door. She was a little surprised to see a doorbell button she knew was not there before. She opened the envelope and took out the message. It read:
"Time for the complete trust-in-me part, love.
1: You will remove your shirt now and lay it beside the towel. 2: You will unfold the towel and find some shackles and see two X's drawn on the towel on the inside.
3: You will first kneel with your knees on the X's.
4: You will then attach the shackles to your ankles.
5: You will notice there is a small chain attached in the middle of the shackles to a set of handcuffs. You are to take those handcuffs and cuff your hands behind your back.
6: You will then say out loud twenty times, 'I am yours to do with as you wish tonight.'
7: You will see the doorbell is at the same height as your nose. Lean forward and press it and wait like a good little girl."
She was shaking as she finished reading the letter. She was not sure she could do this, but she also knew she had come this far, and did not want to ruin it. She had said she would do anything. She could feel her emotions running like crazy through her. She removed her shirt and dropped it to the ground. Then in the same daze she felt when she was in the car, she fell to her knees. She moved her knees so they were on the 2 X's. Then the shackles were already lying where her feet were. She reached down and put them around her ankles and closed one. CLICK. Then she did the other. CLICK. Now there was no going back. She got up on her knees a little to be able to lean back to reach the handcuffs attached to the chain between the shackles. She had to try to get them on by feeling them, as she could not see what she was doing. CLICK, she got her left wrist done, and with a little more effort, CLICK. She was now naked outside her house, kneeling facing the door, with her ankles locked together and her hands locked behind her back between her feet.
Then it flashed in her mind as she woke a little. This was one of the erotic pictures he had a print of from one of his favorite artists. It was called "The Slave." Was she going to be a slave tonight? What else could she think? She had just, of her own free will, given up all control over what would happen for the rest of the night. She always thought that the image in the picture of the "The Slave" was vivid, and she always wanted to see a girl in real life made up that way, but never in her wildest dreams did she think she would be made up into it herself.
She then said, "I am yours to do with as you wish tonight, my lord." The note did not say to add the 'lord' onto it, but she figured since she was ordered to do that earlier, it was proper now. After saying it nineteen times more, she was no longer a proper young woman of good standing and education. Tonight she was going to be "The Slave," and there was nothing else in her mind now. She was the part.
She then pressed the doorbell with her nose. She did not hear anything. So she pressed it again and still nothing. Her heart started to beat even faster. What was she supposed to do? Did it not work?
~~~~~
She had just left the house, and he had two hours to get everything set up. He had to install a doorbell on the back door. He had to get his packages out of their hiding spot, and also put a new roll of film in his camera. He had to build a few things in the bedroom, as well as get dinner started. He checked his watch and started in on all his work. It took thirty minutes in the bedroom to build the item that came in the mail. He then got the doorbell installed on the back door, but rather than have it ring, he installed a switch to flash a light instead. He started and finished a simple dinner that would be easy to re-heat in five minutes. He made sure the towel and the shackles were outside and the envelope taped to the door. He started to get aroused just thinking about tonight. He was 90% certain she would go through with it, but there was always that 10% worry he had misjudged things and she would totally freak out. He set up the dining room with candles and lit them, and then sat down to wait. His watch said she should have just finished her session at the salon and would be here in fifteen minutes.
Twenty-five minutes later, the light started to flash, and he smiled as he snuck out the front door with the camera.
~~~~~
Click, flash. Her head snapped to the left and she saw him leaning against the side of the house grinning at her. She was sooo happy to see him, and she felt 100% safer just having him this close. "Yum, my little one, you look ten times better than my best wet dream," he said as he walked toward her. He reached his left hand down and caressed her left breast while his right hand went into her hair and turned her head up to meet his passionate kiss. She almost came right there and then at such a sudden action, and to have so little control over it was beyond anything she had ever felt. She knew she was going to have a hard time not coming without permission tonight. He unlocked the back door and took another picture of her from the front this time. He then said, "Arch your back for me, my love." She did, and he had a perfect view of her bare pussy and her breasts thrust out in a most sexy manner as he took the next picture.
Then he put the camera in his pocket and walked over to her. He said, "Lean back and put your knees together," as he put his right arm behind her to give her support. Then he put his left arm under her knees and pulled her to his chest and carried her inside with the chains dangling from her, shutting the door behind him with his foot. "Are you doing okay, my love?" he asked.
She nodded and said, "I am not sure all I feel right now, but I do know I do not want to stop or have these feeling go away, my lord," with a loving tone to her voice when she got to the "my lord" part. He then carried her over to the dining room and set her down beside one of the chairs. He helped her into her kneeling position again, with legs spread. He could not help himself and just took his hands and started to feel her all over. "Wow, so soft and bare, with no hair on you anywhere," he murmured as he rubbed her all over. She could not take much more teasing of her pussy, and was already starting to shake from the overwhelming feelings coursing through her. "May I come, my lord?" she almost begged.
He shook his head. "Oh no, not yet, my pet, we've got a wild night ahead as yet." He slowly started to tease just her breasts with his hands. They were thrust out so nicely, and he was having fun just lightly touching them and then pulling on the nipples until he got a small gasp out of her. She had almost gotten it all under control, and thought she could keep from coming from just the breast play, but it was an on-the-edge battle. Then he took his right hand and started to trace it down her stomach. She leaned forward and put her head on her shoulder as she started to lose control of her body a little. "Please, my lord, if you are going to do that, I NEEED permission to come," she begged.
He just smiled and held her to him with his left arm while his right hand dipped down and parted her pussy lips. He slid a finger right into her with no problem, as she had been dripping wet for some time now. "Please, please, PLEEEEASE," her voice trembled as she could no longer form complete sentences while his fingers moved in and out of her faster and faster. Finally he said the words that felt like they would save her life: "Come for me, come." All she saw was stars, as her whole world just exploded into sensation. He moved his hand even faster, and kept at it, and she could do nothing to stop the sensations. She had no idea how long it lasted, but she finally noticed he had stopped teasing her, and she was dripping in sweat and panting while leaning on him for support. He got up and came back with a towel and dried her off a little, while kissing her slowly. She just wanted to purr.
Then he said, "I will be back in five minutes," and she heard him wander to the kitchen and rummage a little. He came back out with a large plate of food. He looked like he was going to sit in the chair, but then just shook his head and moved the chair out of the way and just sat in front of her. "Time for dinner," he said as he started to cut up some steak and feed it to her one small piece at a time. She was beyond being shocked anymore, so the fact that he did not release her from her bondage was not a surprise to her. She was in a mental state beyond where surprise could register. He took his time feeding her. It felt sooo "interesting" and made her feel like a little girl being fed in this manner. "You will need to regain your strength, small one," he said and kissed her some more.
He headed to the kitchen to drop off the plates, and came back with something she was happy and sad to see at the same time. The keys were in his hand. He unlocked her shackles and handcuffs, rubbing where the steel had been against her skin to make sure there was good blood flow. He then helped her stand and hugged her some more. "Time for a little break, small one, but have no fear, this night is not over," he hinted. He brought her over to the couch and lay down and pulled her on top of him. "Talk to me a little, and let me know you are okay so far, my love," he said with concern in his voice.
"I am not sure what I am, my lord, but I do know these sensations you have awakened in my body and my mind are not ones I want to end anytime soon. Please continue the night, as I never thought I would have so much pleasure being a slave to you, my lord," she whispered as she hugged herself to his chest and rubbed her face on his soft denim shirt. She had not noticed until just now that he was not wearing the clothes he had on when she left. She guessed she was a little too distracted to notice. She could not stop touching his shirt, and running her hands all over him, because now that she was not in bondage she wanted to do nothing else more in her life.
She also felt the bulge in his pants, but when she reached for him, he stopped her. "I have a lot to endure to make this night the best it can be for thee, and cannot have you adding to my arousal any more than you being you," he said.
After about thirty minutes of light foreplay, he gave her one last deep kiss and asked, "Ready for the final stage of the night?" She just nodded, as she was still in no mental state to give anything much thought. He pulled her into the bedroom, and she finally saw what made all that metallic clacking. She was not sure what she was looking at. The shiny frame had four legs to support it, but one end of the legs was high in the air, and the other end was level with the ground. It looked a little like a sawhorse, with the legs cut off one side and the feet replaced with shackle-like items with the low end having one bigger ring in between two smaller rings.
She went over to it and touched it and tried to make more sense of what she was seeing. It was a metallic, futuristic-looking thing. She could see where her head went, and her hands locked to the sides of her head. It seemed to keep her head and hands on the ground, while there was a long bar running from the back of the head piece into the air and then dividing into two bars that ended in what looked like shackles. Then she understood. This would lock her on all fours, but she would have to lower her head WAY down and press her breasts into the ground (or bed as in this case), and her legs and ankles would be locked wide apart with her ass high in the air. She could not believe she was seeing this, but she was in a kind of mental daydream since she got out of the car, so did not think about it all too much.
He flipped the locks for the wrists and head open and asked "You ready for the feature event of the night, my small one?" She did not trust herself to speak, as the thought of being put into that was getting her heart racing again. She was glad he gave her that small break to cuddle and relax before this. Trembling, and trying very hard not to look scared, she slid under the bar and placed first one wrist and then the other in place. Taking a deep breath, she lowered her head down also. He brushed her hair off her neck as he moved the back of the neckpiece into place, and then moved the wrist parts into place. "You will do just fine," he said. CLICK CLICK CLICK went all three locks in fast sequence. She felt and heard him walk around the bed behind her. He took her ankles and slowly pushed them toward her, forcing her knees to bend as her ass rose into the air. Then he spread her legs to a just-out-of-mentally-comfortable range but still in a physically comfortable range, and she heard and felt the final CLICK, CLICK.
For some reason this bondage was way more intense than the other bondage was. Maybe it was the fact that this was steel bars and not chains. Maybe because this removed any chance to move around and adjust one's position. Maybe it was just that she was face down and spread way wider than before. She heard him moving around a little, and then heard a mini click followed by a flash of light. Oh...oh...oh...he was taking her picture. She felt herself turn red, and just knew that would cause him to take even more pictures. Flash, flash, she saw as he moved to take every angle of her. She knew all of her most personal features were now on the most blatant display. She made a small mental note to talk to him to see if he was interested in film development as a hobby, as the thought of others developing those pictures did even more strange things to her stomach.
She then felt his hands running up and down her pussy lips, and she was reminded by his touch just how bare and smooth she was now. She felt him slide two fingers into her with no effort, as she was very wet. He moved around a little and put his fingers in front of her mouth and said, "Open up." She did and licked her own juices off his fingers. "You are very wet, my small one, and I am going to enjoy this a lot," he said while he played with her tongue a little with his fingers.
He moved behind her and started to run his fingertips from her feet up to her ass and back down again. He then skimmed over her ass and up her back, sending small tingles all along her skin. He did that a few times, and then started to work toward her pussy again. She had no choice but to just enjoy the sensations, and all of a sudden a warm and wet tongue licked her pussy and caused her to gasp. He really started to lick her and stick his tongue way inside her. He moved his hand to her ass as he started to move his tongue all over her pussy and clit in almost random motions to keep her guessing.
SLAP, a slight sting on her ass woke her out of her haze, but he was still going down on her. SLAP, on her other ass cheek. He was lightly spanking her while giving her oral sex, and there was not a thing she could do about it even if she wanted to. The slapping sensation was somehow able to focus her mind even more on her helpless state and more than ever her arousal state. SLAP, SLAP, faster now, to keep her off balance, not knowing what to expect. It felt soooo naughty to be lightly and slowly spanked in the middle of the best sex she had experienced.
Her mind had long since stopped trying to make sense of everything going on, as all she could do was feel on fire. He started to go faster and faster with both his tongue and his hands, and she finally noticed he was starting to concentrate on her clit more and more. After about ten minutes of this, she was a total ball of jelly, and it took an effort of will not to come and come and come. She really could not take any more, and all but screamed, "Please, can I come, my lord, please, please." And while he slowed down a little, he did not stop. Her body started to arch a little, as the only thing it could do while locked down. He knew she was a goner, but wanted to see what point he could take her to and have her not come. He really wanted to test her.
He slowly shifted to the side, and moved his left hand to keep playing with her pussy and now pull on her clit just a little. He reached under the covers of the bed and kept lightly slapping her ass. He wanted to surprise her while she was in this mental state. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Count down from 20, saying 'my lord' at the end of each number slowly, and when the countdown stops, you may come."
She was not sure she could remember how to count in the state she was in, but she had to try. "20 my lord, 19 my lord", she started. She felt him move his left hand to return to playing with her pussy lips some, and she was so happy her climax was sooo close. "18 my lord 17mylord 16melord," as she started to slur her words a little as her control was started to slip again. SLAP, SLAP, "15 my lord, 14 my lord, 13 my lord," SLAP, SLAP, "12 my lord, 11 me lord", she managed to get to...then she heard a buzzing sound. Her body jerked at the memories that sound invoked. That was her vibrator in his hand. There was no way she could take that much stimulus, no way at all, she thought, but there was nothing else to do but try to finish the count. "10 my lordddddd, 9nnnn my lord", BUZZ, SLAP, as he stopped playing and teasing her pussy with his hand and started to slide the vibrator just along the outside of her pussy and barely touching her clit. Even in her hazy state she knew she was now a total goner, and started to almost scream her count. "8m lord, 7 my lord, 6 my lord." Then he just pushed the vibrator against her clit on full strength and at the same time started to spank her in a fast rhythm. "5ivvvvvvvvvvvoooowwwwwwwww" was all she got out before she exploded in a climax she had never in her life experienced so strongly. He kept on using the vibrator on her but slowed down the spanking he was giving her, as she would be leaving her climax haze soon. When her body stopped shaking so hard, he turned the vibrator off and just ran his fingers along the skin of her back and over her lightly red ass.
Her breathing finally started to come in normal bursts, and he moved around in front of her to view her face with her eyes still closed. He gave her a light kiss and said, "Hey, how you doing, love?"
"Like a truck just hit my erotic zone and I exploded," she whispered.
He grinned and said, "You owe me for coming too soon, small one; but for now, climax all you want, 'cause you are not done."
"Not done?" she asked weakly.
"Nope," he growled as he moved behind her and in one thrust entered her with his erection. He started slowly but built up speed fast. He was still very erotically charged from all the playing, and she was dripping wet. He only managed to last about ten minutes this time, as the day's events had been a major tease to him as well. He gripped her ass hard as his body tensed up and he climaxed for what felt like thirty seconds. She shivered in pleasure as she felt him come deep inside her, and the sensation on her sore ass seemed to fly right into the erotic parts of her body.
He leaned over her after a few seconds of breathing hard, and she felt his hands move down her arms. CLICK CLICK CLICK, and she was half free. While he slowly went soft inside her, he leaned back and removed the leg part also. He removed the metal bondage completely as she rolled free of the parts she was on. She gave a large stretch in every direction possible, as she was a little stiff to say the least. She also turned on her back to stare up at him since she could finally see him again. He lay down beside her and kissed her breasts. "Need to pay more attention to these next time," he teased.
She just laughed, "You already did way too much to me tonight as is, my love," as she changed the "my lord" to "my love." She snuggled up to him and put her head on his chest and nuzzled into him. "That was the most intense experience of my life," she said.
"I am glad," he said softly.
She secretly hoped to get him to do this type of thing to her again, as her whole world would be forever changed. Then she grinned to herself and said in a little girl's voice, "I guess you will have to punish me next week for coming too soon, my lord, my love."
She felt him laughing a little as he said, "Your wish is my command when you talk like that, my lady, my love."
*wonders if he should post it on any of the story archives*
I hope you all enjoy :)
Story: Plotting and Planning bears fruit (Part 3 of 3 days)
He had enjoyed the last two weeks a lot, and wanted to take full advantage of the last of her promise (at least before trying to get another promise out of her). She was in an amazingly good mood and was humming songs to herself again. That was always a good sign her life could not be better. She did ask if she could have any hints or ask any questions about this weekend, but he just said he did not want to risk her guessing too much too soon, but she might get a few hints if she paid attention.
The week started to pass quickly, until one night a large package arrived at the house. He just smiled and grabbed it up and took it to the basement, saying it was nothing she needed to be worried about just yet. She could not help but notice the metal clanking sounds in the box as the contents shifted. Hmm...just what did he have planned?
She tried to sneak downstairs to find the box when he went to work, but it was nowhere in sight. She just smirked that he knew she was going to try to peek, and had hidden it from her.
Friday night finally came around, and they both could not wait for Saturday, but first a little teasing fun. He started the night off by watching some soft-core erotic shows on DVD, including 9 1/2 Weeks and the first DVD of the Story of "O" collection. As they went to bed he did not let her tempt him and told her she would need all her energy for tomorrow. So she went to bed with a bit of sensual tingling in her skin and mind, and he felt the start of all his long planning sessions beginning to play out.
Saturday morning came, and while they lay in bed awake but just cuddling, she was wondering why he was so relaxed and not in a hurry. He said today was of a different time table than last week, and her day would start around 1 pm. She just enjoyed the cuddle time, knowing she did not have to plan or worry about a thing today, as it was all taken care of. He finally got in the mood to start getting her mind ready for the day. "Okay, the rules for this day are the following, love. First: you must do everything I ask you to do. Second: you must go through and not change any of the things I already have set up for you, as you will understand more about that at 1 pm. Third: you must get permission to come; no trying to sneak a kiss from me to get some satisfaction. And I can kiss you all I want, and it will not give you permission to come this time," he said in a stern voice. "Remember, you did say you would do anything, and today will be the end of your promise, until I can get another one from you, babe," he reminded her.
"Any limits on what I can wear?" she inquired.
"You can wear anything you like until you get instructions from me telling you different," he said.
"Oh, is that so?" she said in a teasing voice.
"Today is me getting my fantasy of being a dom to my lovely sub girl," he purred at her, while giving her a fast nibble on her ear and kissing her neck a little.
"Ohhhhhhh," was all she could say, as all the thoughts about the day and what it might have in store unfolded before her.
She wanted to please him with every fiber of her being for all the effort to please her he had put into the last two weeks. She could not imagine anyone else she wanted to please more, and she was perfectly willing to do just do about anything he would want if it would make him happy.
They managed to get out of bed around noon and get dressed. He put on his "I am going to get dirty doing something like work on the car or paint the house" jeans and an old, ratty T-shirt. That was a bit of a surprise to her as she got into her weekend wear: panties, bra, jeans, and one of her purple T-shirts. He then pulled out two white envelopes sealed with a dragon crest in red wax. One was marked "Stage 1," and the next was marked "Stage 2." He told her, "You cannot open up the next stage until you completely finish the stage before it." Now she was as curious as a cat. "I trust you can follow these instructions, my lady," he said in his medieval voice.
This caused her to answer in her typical medieval voice, "Yes, my lord," with a curtsy.
He smiled and said, "You know the term 'my lord' could mean so much more than just a polite public greeting," as he gave her a wink. "As a matter of fact, I like the sound of it so much, I want you to use it for the rest of the day to end all your statements to me, okay?”
She got into the spirit of it and said, "As you wish, my lord."
He handed her both envelopes and said,"Time to start, as you are running out of time for stage one." She tore into the envelope and looked at what was in it. It had a 1 pm appointment in her name at a beauty salon for two hours with a whole list of treatments he had selected for her. It also had directions on how to get there and a note at the bottom that said she was to open "Stage 2" when she was back in her car from stage one. "You get a little pampering first," he said. She raised an eyebrow at him, as this was the last thing she expected to start the day, as it took her away from him for two hours. He said, "Do not give me that look, there is a method to all the madness, I promise." He turned her toward the door and smacked her on the ass to push her forward. "You do not have much time to get there, and remember to call me 'my lord' even when you get back." She wiggled her ass a little as she headed to the door, and said in a slightly sarcastic and teasing way, "As my lord wishes."
She got in her car and started the fifteen-minute drive to the salon. When she signed in, they took her to the back and started to really pamper her: everything from foot rubs, back rubs, mud treatments, and hair perms, to more personal treatment. She had gotten a bikini wax before, but this time they surprised her and started to clear all of the hair around her pussy. Her eyes got a little wide, and then she peeked at her "list": yup, he signed her up to get it ALL removed. Now that was a sneaky way to do it, she thought, after she recovered from the pain and shock of the wax. She could not help but take her hands and run them along her pussy, as she felt very nude and young all of a sudden. She was also feeling very out of control for the first time since walking into here, as she just realized all of her time was totally set by her boyfriend, and she had no real say in the matter. She could not quite pinpoint all the feelings flashing through her then.
She got out of the salon two hours later, and all she could think was, Oh my God, I feel like a totally different woman. Her hair looked great, and her whole body tingled from all the pampering she had just gone through. She was very soft in all the right spots, and all of her pubic hair had been removed for the first time in her life. Yes, she felt like a different person all right. She got into her car and saw the "Stage 2" envelope. She wondered if the stages were each a phase to take her down a certain path for tonight. Well, only one way to find out, and oh boy did she feel like she had just taken some major steps by coming here. Now she just wanted to find out which path it was.
She broke the seal on this envelope and opened it as she shivered a little with all that had happened to her so far. All this envelope had was a letter in it. She started to read it: "I hope you enjoyed your pampering, but time for another stage. I want you to remove all of your clothes except for your shirt (and yes, that means bra also). Then I want you to drive home, but I want you to feel your new bare self on the seat of the car with nothing to distract you from the feeling. You must try to masturbate a little on the drive home, but remember you are not allowed to come without permission still. You must be wet before you get home. When you get home I want you to leave all of your clothes but the shirt you are wearing in the car and go to the back door of our house and find the envelope 'Stage 3,' and then follow its instructions."
He had managed to totally freeze her mind again in shock. She had never heard of such a thing, but she kind of felt she was no longer her old self anymore, a fact reinforced by the state her body was in. She started to remove her jeans in a dream-like state. She did not really think about doing any of it, but her hands and body just started to do it of their own accord. Next her panties came off, and she was able to get her bra off without taking her shirt off (thank goodness for practice changing in the band way back when). She knew no one could see just how naked she was, but SHE felt it in a very deep way. She drove home doing the speed limit perfectly and stopping at every single stop sign perfectly. She could not take the chance of being pulled over in this condition. She only had to touch herself ever so slightly to get wet and did not want to do more than that just yet, as she had no clue how long it would be until he would let her come. She finally managed to get home, but she was sure it was more from her mind and body being on autopilot than active thought from her. If she ever was forced to do this again, she made a mental note to make sure she had a towel in the car, because she just knew she was leaving a wet spot on the seat. She giggled a little as she wondered what he would have done if she had taken his car instead. When she reached their house, she eyed the area to make sure no one was watching too closely, and then darted to the back yard and then the back door.
There was a sealed envelope with "Stage 3" written on it taped to the back door, as well as a folded towel on the ground right beside the door. She was a little surprised to see a doorbell button she knew was not there before. She opened the envelope and took out the message. It read:
"Time for the complete trust-in-me part, love.
1: You will remove your shirt now and lay it beside the towel. 2: You will unfold the towel and find some shackles and see two X's drawn on the towel on the inside.
3: You will first kneel with your knees on the X's.
4: You will then attach the shackles to your ankles.
5: You will notice there is a small chain attached in the middle of the shackles to a set of handcuffs. You are to take those handcuffs and cuff your hands behind your back.
6: You will then say out loud twenty times, 'I am yours to do with as you wish tonight.'
7: You will see the doorbell is at the same height as your nose. Lean forward and press it and wait like a good little girl."
She was shaking as she finished reading the letter. She was not sure she could do this, but she also knew she had come this far, and did not want to ruin it. She had said she would do anything. She could feel her emotions running like crazy through her. She removed her shirt and dropped it to the ground. Then in the same daze she felt when she was in the car, she fell to her knees. She moved her knees so they were on the 2 X's. Then the shackles were already lying where her feet were. She reached down and put them around her ankles and closed one. CLICK. Then she did the other. CLICK. Now there was no going back. She got up on her knees a little to be able to lean back to reach the handcuffs attached to the chain between the shackles. She had to try to get them on by feeling them, as she could not see what she was doing. CLICK, she got her left wrist done, and with a little more effort, CLICK. She was now naked outside her house, kneeling facing the door, with her ankles locked together and her hands locked behind her back between her feet.
Then it flashed in her mind as she woke a little. This was one of the erotic pictures he had a print of from one of his favorite artists. It was called "The Slave." Was she going to be a slave tonight? What else could she think? She had just, of her own free will, given up all control over what would happen for the rest of the night. She always thought that the image in the picture of the "The Slave" was vivid, and she always wanted to see a girl in real life made up that way, but never in her wildest dreams did she think she would be made up into it herself.
She then said, "I am yours to do with as you wish tonight, my lord." The note did not say to add the 'lord' onto it, but she figured since she was ordered to do that earlier, it was proper now. After saying it nineteen times more, she was no longer a proper young woman of good standing and education. Tonight she was going to be "The Slave," and there was nothing else in her mind now. She was the part.
She then pressed the doorbell with her nose. She did not hear anything. So she pressed it again and still nothing. Her heart started to beat even faster. What was she supposed to do? Did it not work?
~~~~~
She had just left the house, and he had two hours to get everything set up. He had to install a doorbell on the back door. He had to get his packages out of their hiding spot, and also put a new roll of film in his camera. He had to build a few things in the bedroom, as well as get dinner started. He checked his watch and started in on all his work. It took thirty minutes in the bedroom to build the item that came in the mail. He then got the doorbell installed on the back door, but rather than have it ring, he installed a switch to flash a light instead. He started and finished a simple dinner that would be easy to re-heat in five minutes. He made sure the towel and the shackles were outside and the envelope taped to the door. He started to get aroused just thinking about tonight. He was 90% certain she would go through with it, but there was always that 10% worry he had misjudged things and she would totally freak out. He set up the dining room with candles and lit them, and then sat down to wait. His watch said she should have just finished her session at the salon and would be here in fifteen minutes.
Twenty-five minutes later, the light started to flash, and he smiled as he snuck out the front door with the camera.
~~~~~
Click, flash. Her head snapped to the left and she saw him leaning against the side of the house grinning at her. She was sooo happy to see him, and she felt 100% safer just having him this close. "Yum, my little one, you look ten times better than my best wet dream," he said as he walked toward her. He reached his left hand down and caressed her left breast while his right hand went into her hair and turned her head up to meet his passionate kiss. She almost came right there and then at such a sudden action, and to have so little control over it was beyond anything she had ever felt. She knew she was going to have a hard time not coming without permission tonight. He unlocked the back door and took another picture of her from the front this time. He then said, "Arch your back for me, my love." She did, and he had a perfect view of her bare pussy and her breasts thrust out in a most sexy manner as he took the next picture.
Then he put the camera in his pocket and walked over to her. He said, "Lean back and put your knees together," as he put his right arm behind her to give her support. Then he put his left arm under her knees and pulled her to his chest and carried her inside with the chains dangling from her, shutting the door behind him with his foot. "Are you doing okay, my love?" he asked.
She nodded and said, "I am not sure all I feel right now, but I do know I do not want to stop or have these feeling go away, my lord," with a loving tone to her voice when she got to the "my lord" part. He then carried her over to the dining room and set her down beside one of the chairs. He helped her into her kneeling position again, with legs spread. He could not help himself and just took his hands and started to feel her all over. "Wow, so soft and bare, with no hair on you anywhere," he murmured as he rubbed her all over. She could not take much more teasing of her pussy, and was already starting to shake from the overwhelming feelings coursing through her. "May I come, my lord?" she almost begged.
He shook his head. "Oh no, not yet, my pet, we've got a wild night ahead as yet." He slowly started to tease just her breasts with his hands. They were thrust out so nicely, and he was having fun just lightly touching them and then pulling on the nipples until he got a small gasp out of her. She had almost gotten it all under control, and thought she could keep from coming from just the breast play, but it was an on-the-edge battle. Then he took his right hand and started to trace it down her stomach. She leaned forward and put her head on her shoulder as she started to lose control of her body a little. "Please, my lord, if you are going to do that, I NEEED permission to come," she begged.
He just smiled and held her to him with his left arm while his right hand dipped down and parted her pussy lips. He slid a finger right into her with no problem, as she had been dripping wet for some time now. "Please, please, PLEEEEASE," her voice trembled as she could no longer form complete sentences while his fingers moved in and out of her faster and faster. Finally he said the words that felt like they would save her life: "Come for me, come." All she saw was stars, as her whole world just exploded into sensation. He moved his hand even faster, and kept at it, and she could do nothing to stop the sensations. She had no idea how long it lasted, but she finally noticed he had stopped teasing her, and she was dripping in sweat and panting while leaning on him for support. He got up and came back with a towel and dried her off a little, while kissing her slowly. She just wanted to purr.
Then he said, "I will be back in five minutes," and she heard him wander to the kitchen and rummage a little. He came back out with a large plate of food. He looked like he was going to sit in the chair, but then just shook his head and moved the chair out of the way and just sat in front of her. "Time for dinner," he said as he started to cut up some steak and feed it to her one small piece at a time. She was beyond being shocked anymore, so the fact that he did not release her from her bondage was not a surprise to her. She was in a mental state beyond where surprise could register. He took his time feeding her. It felt sooo "interesting" and made her feel like a little girl being fed in this manner. "You will need to regain your strength, small one," he said and kissed her some more.
He headed to the kitchen to drop off the plates, and came back with something she was happy and sad to see at the same time. The keys were in his hand. He unlocked her shackles and handcuffs, rubbing where the steel had been against her skin to make sure there was good blood flow. He then helped her stand and hugged her some more. "Time for a little break, small one, but have no fear, this night is not over," he hinted. He brought her over to the couch and lay down and pulled her on top of him. "Talk to me a little, and let me know you are okay so far, my love," he said with concern in his voice.
"I am not sure what I am, my lord, but I do know these sensations you have awakened in my body and my mind are not ones I want to end anytime soon. Please continue the night, as I never thought I would have so much pleasure being a slave to you, my lord," she whispered as she hugged herself to his chest and rubbed her face on his soft denim shirt. She had not noticed until just now that he was not wearing the clothes he had on when she left. She guessed she was a little too distracted to notice. She could not stop touching his shirt, and running her hands all over him, because now that she was not in bondage she wanted to do nothing else more in her life.
She also felt the bulge in his pants, but when she reached for him, he stopped her. "I have a lot to endure to make this night the best it can be for thee, and cannot have you adding to my arousal any more than you being you," he said.
After about thirty minutes of light foreplay, he gave her one last deep kiss and asked, "Ready for the final stage of the night?" She just nodded, as she was still in no mental state to give anything much thought. He pulled her into the bedroom, and she finally saw what made all that metallic clacking. She was not sure what she was looking at. The shiny frame had four legs to support it, but one end of the legs was high in the air, and the other end was level with the ground. It looked a little like a sawhorse, with the legs cut off one side and the feet replaced with shackle-like items with the low end having one bigger ring in between two smaller rings.
She went over to it and touched it and tried to make more sense of what she was seeing. It was a metallic, futuristic-looking thing. She could see where her head went, and her hands locked to the sides of her head. It seemed to keep her head and hands on the ground, while there was a long bar running from the back of the head piece into the air and then dividing into two bars that ended in what looked like shackles. Then she understood. This would lock her on all fours, but she would have to lower her head WAY down and press her breasts into the ground (or bed as in this case), and her legs and ankles would be locked wide apart with her ass high in the air. She could not believe she was seeing this, but she was in a kind of mental daydream since she got out of the car, so did not think about it all too much.
He flipped the locks for the wrists and head open and asked "You ready for the feature event of the night, my small one?" She did not trust herself to speak, as the thought of being put into that was getting her heart racing again. She was glad he gave her that small break to cuddle and relax before this. Trembling, and trying very hard not to look scared, she slid under the bar and placed first one wrist and then the other in place. Taking a deep breath, she lowered her head down also. He brushed her hair off her neck as he moved the back of the neckpiece into place, and then moved the wrist parts into place. "You will do just fine," he said. CLICK CLICK CLICK went all three locks in fast sequence. She felt and heard him walk around the bed behind her. He took her ankles and slowly pushed them toward her, forcing her knees to bend as her ass rose into the air. Then he spread her legs to a just-out-of-mentally-comfortable range but still in a physically comfortable range, and she heard and felt the final CLICK, CLICK.
For some reason this bondage was way more intense than the other bondage was. Maybe it was the fact that this was steel bars and not chains. Maybe because this removed any chance to move around and adjust one's position. Maybe it was just that she was face down and spread way wider than before. She heard him moving around a little, and then heard a mini click followed by a flash of light. Oh...oh...oh...he was taking her picture. She felt herself turn red, and just knew that would cause him to take even more pictures. Flash, flash, she saw as he moved to take every angle of her. She knew all of her most personal features were now on the most blatant display. She made a small mental note to talk to him to see if he was interested in film development as a hobby, as the thought of others developing those pictures did even more strange things to her stomach.
She then felt his hands running up and down her pussy lips, and she was reminded by his touch just how bare and smooth she was now. She felt him slide two fingers into her with no effort, as she was very wet. He moved around a little and put his fingers in front of her mouth and said, "Open up." She did and licked her own juices off his fingers. "You are very wet, my small one, and I am going to enjoy this a lot," he said while he played with her tongue a little with his fingers.
He moved behind her and started to run his fingertips from her feet up to her ass and back down again. He then skimmed over her ass and up her back, sending small tingles all along her skin. He did that a few times, and then started to work toward her pussy again. She had no choice but to just enjoy the sensations, and all of a sudden a warm and wet tongue licked her pussy and caused her to gasp. He really started to lick her and stick his tongue way inside her. He moved his hand to her ass as he started to move his tongue all over her pussy and clit in almost random motions to keep her guessing.
SLAP, a slight sting on her ass woke her out of her haze, but he was still going down on her. SLAP, on her other ass cheek. He was lightly spanking her while giving her oral sex, and there was not a thing she could do about it even if she wanted to. The slapping sensation was somehow able to focus her mind even more on her helpless state and more than ever her arousal state. SLAP, SLAP, faster now, to keep her off balance, not knowing what to expect. It felt soooo naughty to be lightly and slowly spanked in the middle of the best sex she had experienced.
Her mind had long since stopped trying to make sense of everything going on, as all she could do was feel on fire. He started to go faster and faster with both his tongue and his hands, and she finally noticed he was starting to concentrate on her clit more and more. After about ten minutes of this, she was a total ball of jelly, and it took an effort of will not to come and come and come. She really could not take any more, and all but screamed, "Please, can I come, my lord, please, please." And while he slowed down a little, he did not stop. Her body started to arch a little, as the only thing it could do while locked down. He knew she was a goner, but wanted to see what point he could take her to and have her not come. He really wanted to test her.
He slowly shifted to the side, and moved his left hand to keep playing with her pussy and now pull on her clit just a little. He reached under the covers of the bed and kept lightly slapping her ass. He wanted to surprise her while she was in this mental state. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Count down from 20, saying 'my lord' at the end of each number slowly, and when the countdown stops, you may come."
She was not sure she could remember how to count in the state she was in, but she had to try. "20 my lord, 19 my lord", she started. She felt him move his left hand to return to playing with her pussy lips some, and she was so happy her climax was sooo close. "18 my lord 17mylord 16melord," as she started to slur her words a little as her control was started to slip again. SLAP, SLAP, "15 my lord, 14 my lord, 13 my lord," SLAP, SLAP, "12 my lord, 11 me lord", she managed to get to...then she heard a buzzing sound. Her body jerked at the memories that sound invoked. That was her vibrator in his hand. There was no way she could take that much stimulus, no way at all, she thought, but there was nothing else to do but try to finish the count. "10 my lordddddd, 9nnnn my lord", BUZZ, SLAP, as he stopped playing and teasing her pussy with his hand and started to slide the vibrator just along the outside of her pussy and barely touching her clit. Even in her hazy state she knew she was now a total goner, and started to almost scream her count. "8m lord, 7 my lord, 6 my lord." Then he just pushed the vibrator against her clit on full strength and at the same time started to spank her in a fast rhythm. "5ivvvvvvvvvvvoooowwwwwwwww" was all she got out before she exploded in a climax she had never in her life experienced so strongly. He kept on using the vibrator on her but slowed down the spanking he was giving her, as she would be leaving her climax haze soon. When her body stopped shaking so hard, he turned the vibrator off and just ran his fingers along the skin of her back and over her lightly red ass.
Her breathing finally started to come in normal bursts, and he moved around in front of her to view her face with her eyes still closed. He gave her a light kiss and said, "Hey, how you doing, love?"
"Like a truck just hit my erotic zone and I exploded," she whispered.
He grinned and said, "You owe me for coming too soon, small one; but for now, climax all you want, 'cause you are not done."
"Not done?" she asked weakly.
"Nope," he growled as he moved behind her and in one thrust entered her with his erection. He started slowly but built up speed fast. He was still very erotically charged from all the playing, and she was dripping wet. He only managed to last about ten minutes this time, as the day's events had been a major tease to him as well. He gripped her ass hard as his body tensed up and he climaxed for what felt like thirty seconds. She shivered in pleasure as she felt him come deep inside her, and the sensation on her sore ass seemed to fly right into the erotic parts of her body.
He leaned over her after a few seconds of breathing hard, and she felt his hands move down her arms. CLICK CLICK CLICK, and she was half free. While he slowly went soft inside her, he leaned back and removed the leg part also. He removed the metal bondage completely as she rolled free of the parts she was on. She gave a large stretch in every direction possible, as she was a little stiff to say the least. She also turned on her back to stare up at him since she could finally see him again. He lay down beside her and kissed her breasts. "Need to pay more attention to these next time," he teased.
She just laughed, "You already did way too much to me tonight as is, my love," as she changed the "my lord" to "my love." She snuggled up to him and put her head on his chest and nuzzled into him. "That was the most intense experience of my life," she said.
"I am glad," he said softly.
She secretly hoped to get him to do this type of thing to her again, as her whole world would be forever changed. Then she grinned to herself and said in a little girl's voice, "I guess you will have to punish me next week for coming too soon, my lord, my love."
She felt him laughing a little as he said, "Your wish is my command when you talk like that, my lady, my love."
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Re: My Favorite Part...
Date: 2004-05-14 08:51 am (UTC)I guess that part was based on a Sex in the City show I saw one time. Carrie had gone to get what she thought was going to be a bikini wax, but ended up being distracted and by acident asked for something else and ending up total bare by mistake. They always got it done by this Russian lady, that knew no mercy.
It was a very funny show :)
Part 2 was based on a fantasy I had about one of my X-girlfriends. While she was a little too timid for 95% of the story, I did talk her into going in a skirt, with no panties or bra while viewing all of the fish. If she was a little less inhibited, a few of those other fantasies in part 2 would have happened *nods*.
So did you think part 3 could stand on it's own? I kind of liked the slow buildup from shy/curius lady and slow moving boyfriend to the end story. To me knowing where she came from made the submission all the more sweet.
You know... you should write a story or two. I know I would be interested in reading them *blinks long lashes around eyes of unknown color*
Re: My Favorite Part...
Date: 2004-05-14 10:58 am (UTC)I haven't written a story in years - and the ones I did write oh-so-long ago were basically my own experiences. :) I'll have to think about that - maybe while I'm at the beach.