Learning the Lifestyle Ch. 02

Seeing that she was still a little uneasy, he gave himself another mental kick. Slow down, boy, you'll spook her. Deciding to keep the conversation light, he said laughing, "Really, I bet the Italians didn't care to much for the Irish thing."

"I don't know, I never asked. He died when I was six. I didn't really know what Irish and Italian meant actually. All I knew was that Grandpa called himself Irish. It's funny how at that age you never question such things," Silk replied. After a moment she laughed and said, "My mother dated this guy before she remarried who was Hispanic, and my brother, River asked him what was he. River meant what did he do for a living, but Carlos thought he meant nationality, so he told River that he was a Mexican. River went around for months telling everyone that when he grew up, he was going to be a Mexican. Everyone just rolled."

"I bet. Your brother River sounds like a funny guy. Do you miss your family?"

Thinking about it for a minute, she answered, "Yes and no. I miss not seeing them all the time, but it was time for me to leave the nest so to speak. I'm excited to be in college so that takes the place of the homesickness, I guess. What about you?"

He laughed, "Well, I miss my family, but since I grew up in boarding schools, this being away is something that I am already used too. I was in boarding school since I was eight. I only saw my parents at holidays." Seeing this was easing her, he decided to talk for a bit.

"What about your family? How many siblings do you have and what about your parents? I know next to nothing about you, whereas, you know a lot about me. Come on, talk," she asked.

Seeing that she really wanted to know and that she really didn't know who he was, he gave in, "My father, is the owner of many large companies, of which includes many cattle ranches all over the US. You've probably eaten our beef. My mother, is into like a hundred charities and stuff like that, and my only sibling, who is a sister, is currently attending college in Boston for the sole purpose of finding a husband who she feels is worthy of her. She is a real snob. I am the black sheep because I wanted to be a radio DJ. My father said, fine, let me buy you a station and you can do whatever you want. He couldn't understand that I really wanted to go to college to really learn to be a DJ. Thinks that he can pay someone to tell me how to do it and since I would own the station, no one would care if I messed up. I said no and so here I am, much to his dismay."

"Why did you want to be a DJ?"

Caught off guard, he thought before replying, "I don't really know. I've always wanted to do this. Since I was like 8. I used to pretend I was one. Dad even bought me a bunch of equipment and I actually made shows and recorded them. In fact I used one I made at age 16 for this girl; on my application for the job of Student Program Director. They said that I showed real talent even then. What about you, why do you want to be one?"

Ready for the question, she answered, "My step mom does this too. She got me hooked. When I was 15, she got me a summer job at her station. They had this new gimmick to try and hook more listeners. They hired high school kids to be DJs for the summer. Well, I was really good and really popular so they kept me on after the summer was over. I had my own regular spot. During school it was from six to ten three nights a week except when I cheered at games. I ran Royals Baseball during baseball season. During the summer I was the ten to two, afternoon girl and I also had the four to ten spot on Sunday's, with the occasional fill in on Saturday's afternoons. I got my FCC license at 15, but the big stations want a college education with a major in communications, so here I am."

Really impressed, he replied, "Wow! So you really know your stuff, don't you? That's incredible. I didn't even know you could get a license at 15. Bet you had an FCC license before you had a driver's license. That is too cool."

Smiling she shook her head, "Yes, I did have the FCC license first, had to beg rides with friends and my step mom to get to work."

Not knowing what else to say, they lapsed in to a silence. Silky was thinking about what had just a transpired and wondering if she had let things happen too fast. She was hoping, he didn't think her easy. She really liked him. She'd felt an instant connection to him like none other. It reminded her of that tingly feeling that they always talk about in romance novels. Wondering what to do next as she finished her meal, she without thinking, downed the rest of her wine. As she lowered the glass, she discovered Michael looking at her with that hungry look. This gave her some encouragement, but still feeling green, she didn't know what to do.

Noting the uneasiness in her look, Michael wondered what should he do next. She seemed to want to be with him, but she also seemed scared. Why though, he was trying hard to be as normal as possible. Noting that her plate was empty, he saw another opening. "Well, it looks like you're ready to become my love slave."

Her mind flashed to that book once more and her eyes betrayed her thoughts. Michael noticed a slightly startled look, but it was mixed with lust this time. What was it about the word love slave; it seemed to strike a cord with her? He decided to explore it more, but first, cheesecake.

"Are you ready for dessert," Michael asked in a sultry voice.

Seeing he was teasing, she purred back, "Yes Sir." She then noticed a strange look on his face and he swallowed very hard. As he got up and took their plates away, she poured some more wine in her glass, than realized that this was her fifth glass. She never usually could handle this much wine. She knew she was getting drunk and decided to not worry this time. After what had happened on this very table, it was likely that she was not going home tonight. In fact, she was certain that she was not, and she would definitely make sure of it, but exactly how was the question.

Michael returned to the table with two plates full of cherry cheesecake and gave her one. "Now do I have your promise that you will become my love slave as per our earlier agreement?"

"Of course, I never back out on a promise. I am a woman of my word."

Reaching under her chin and hooking a finger under the collar, he pulled her closer and kissed her lips. "Good, I'd hate to have to tie you up and beat you, if you backed out."

Her eyes widened at what he said and he hoped he hadn't blown it. Damn, he cursed himself, shut the hell up and just play nice for now.

Her eyes did widen, but what Michael took it to mean was so far from the truth that he wasn't even in the ballpark. She was thinking of that book again and in that very instant had clearly remembered all of it. She blushed and thought, no way, Michael was not like that, no way. He couldn't be, people didn't really do those things, did they? Then the thought accrued to her, should she tell him about the book? Should she ask him about that stuff? Why not?

And with that, before she could chicken out, she blurted out, "Michael, I need to asked you a question."

Startled by the way she said it and thinking the ax was falling, he shot back, "Okay, shoot."

She proceeded to tell him all about the book and everything including how it made her feel. She watched his face through the whole story, but couldn't make out anything, as he was totally unreadable. As she neared the end of her story, she started to feel a little stupid and was almost hesitant to ask her question, but she gathered her last ounce of courage and with a shaky voice said, "Michael, does this stuff really exist and are you into it?"

He was floored. He knew the book she was talking about. He was going to have her read it in fact. To see what her reaction was, but now that was not necessary. Now he just had to answer her simple questions, but what would her reaction to his answers be? Would she flee? Deciding that he would have to take the chance since lying wasn't his style, he replied smoothly, "Yes, that stuff does exist, but before I answer the rest of your question, I want to ask one of my own."

"Okay," came a meek reply.

"If I were to say yes, would you turn tail and run from me? Before you answer, here me out. Also think, if you were to run, would it be out of fright or revulsion?"

Without even thinking, she said, "I would not run and I am not repulsed by the thought either. I am intrigued."

Smiling, he replied smoothly, "Then yes, little one. I am, as you say, into that stuff." He watched her reaction and found that she had not lied. She was not scared in the least bit. Deciding to test her further, he asked, "Now may I ask, are you into it?"

As she had just taken a sip of her wine, she proceeded to spit it across the table. "I don't know, I never thought about it. I told you, I didn't know that people really did that stuff."

"Now you do know so are you into it, or..." he trailed off smiling at her, he cocked his eyebrow. "Are you Vanilla?"

Without thinking she blurted out, "I wouldn't say that I am lily white, I'd just call it a little green."

He reached over and hooked her collar again and pulled her close but this time the kiss was more. He devoured her mouth again and just as she thought she would melt, he broke the kiss. The look in his eyes told her that she was most assuredly staying the night. In fact, she might stay the whole week.

"No my pet, you are just inexperienced, but you will learn," he said with a growl and then pulled her into his lap. He began kissing her again as he cradled her body in his arms. His mouth tasted of cheesecake and wine. She was fast losing any fear she had. The feel of his arms and mouth was just too strong; she was totally lost in them. She noticed her breathing had become rapid again, almost like a pant. The thought occurred to her that she would surely expire at this rate, but what a way to go. Bliss.

This was more than he had dared hope for. Here she was, in his arms and not so nearly as innocent as he had first thought. She was also willing for what he had in mind. She felt so right in his arms. He knew though that he should still take things slow. He was already laying out a plan in his mind as to how things would go and in what order. He could taste success and did not want anything to blow it. Gently he ended the kiss and looked at her. She seemed to be in heaven, which made him smile down at her. She smiled back. This gave Michael a great sense of triumph.

"Are you okay," he asked softly.

Her answer came out as a purr, "Perfect."

Thinking now was as good as any time to began he said, "Silk, I want you to get on your knees before me. I want to show you a few things."

Eager to begin, but still a little nervous, she slid off his lap and landed lightly on her knees in from of him, sitting on her heels. Trying to remember what she had read in that book about kneeling. Remembering something, she spread her knees wide and placed her hands lightly on her thighs, knowing this was a proper relaxed kneel for a slave. She looked up to see his reaction. He was smiling. This gave her confidence a big boost. She knew that she could do this and please him too.

"Very good, you have one of the kneels down almost perfectly. Now hold your head high, but look down with your eyes," he instructed. "Remember this, when I want you in this position, I'll say kneel. Now, kneel up."

She gave him a confused look, not remembering this one. She knew she should remain quiet, but began saying anyway, "I don't know what..."

He silenced her with a finger to her lips, "Shhh, never speak unless asked to. I know you are new to this. If you do not know a position, just look at me and I will tell you what to do, but otherwise, keep your eyes down. Now kneel up means to come up to just your knees, keep your hands where they are unless told otherwise. When you are wearing a collar, you will lift your head as to present your collar, if you are not wearing one, just stay normal. Do this very fluid and smoothly. No one likes a sloppy slave and always keep you eyes down cast unless asked to look directly at someone."

She took all this in and smiled to herself. She knew this would be hard, but thought to herself, 'This is what I want.'

Watching her, Michael looked for certain signs. Signs that she was okay with this and signs that she might bolt. So far, it seemed that she was doing fine. He also noticed the little smile she had, taking that as a good sign, he preceded. "Silk, I want to teach you a few more things, but I don't want you to feel rushed, so let me know if it gets to be too much and I'll stop."

"Okay," came a strong reply.

"One other thing, from now on I'm your Master. When we play like this, you will refer to me as such. You will answer me with Yes or No, Master. Am I understood?" He stated firmly.

She looked up and said, "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

Knowing that she had messed up she frowned, "Yes Master."

"Good," came the reply. "Now, belly." Noting the quick flash of her eyes, he explained, "Smoothly go to laying on your belly. Once down, put your arms behind your back and cross them at the wrists. Lay you head so you may look in my direction. Some Masters require you to cross your ankles, but I want you to always spread your legs. I will explain why later. Now belly."

She leaned forward, placing her hands on the floor and lowered her body to the floor. Once down she placed her arms behind her back as asked, spread her legs and laid her head so that she was facing him as asked. Next, she wondered what this position is for.

Seeming to read her mind, the answer came; "This position mainly is used by a slave to present herself to a Master and beg for mercy, forgiveness, favor, or whatever. I also use it for sex. You cannot move or get up as easily from this if I am on top of you, and it shows Domination when I am on top. If I were using it for sex, you would stretch your arms above your head. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," came another strong answer.

Things were going good. A few more and then he would reward her. "This next one doesn't really have a name. Sometimes I will just say, down. You will use it to show submission and obedience. You will go into this position when you are in trouble and know you are receiving discipline. I will also order you to this position if you displease me. You will go back on your knees and then place your top half on the floor so that your bottom is up in the air. Your chest and face will be on the floor and you will turn your head toward my direction again. Now, down."

She once again changed positions. She didn't know what to do with her arms once there so she flashed him a look again. She felt funny with her fanny in the air but obeyed anyway.

Seeing her look and noting that she seemed at a loss as to what to do with her arms, he told her, "For now stretch your arms above your head like you are bowing. Other times your arms may be bound behind your back but if they are not, this is how you will present in this position. You are doing very good by the way."

He left her to wait there and watched her. She did not seem to be uncomfortable. He smiled as he looked at her pert little bottom. Inside he was feeling very proud, but knew that he could not let on to her. A slave must always wonder if they are pleasing their Master, if they knew otherwise they could become vain and lazy. He wondered if he should give her a small lesson in discipline. Why not, just to see how she reacted.

She could not see him very well from her current position but knew he was still sitting behind and to the side of her. She wondered what was next. Why was he not saying anything? She arched her back a little, not because she was uncomfortable, just to stretch it out. Seeing him stand, she stopped. What now, her mind flashed. He moved totally behind her and she could not see him now. She felt the floor shift behind her. Next he touched her hip. He then moved into her line of sight and she saw that he was kneeling next to her. He started stroking her back and bottom. This brought a sigh to her lips.

He felt her begin to relax a little. As he stroked her, he lifted the robe out of the way, thinking that he should have had her remove it before he started. Feeling that she was totally relaxed, he swatted her behind with a gentle, but firm slap. She jumped a little and a small whimper escaped her. He gave her another one. This time she whimpered again but remained still. Good, he thought, and gave her one more. Again she remained still. This was better than he hoped. He longed to go on but knew he had pushed her limits tonight. He got up and resumed his seat. Sighing he said, "Kneel up."

She went back to the right position and even lifted her head to present her collar. He felt desire shoot through him. He marveled at the power she had over him. "Okay Silk, go ahead and kneel look at me now."

She did and then lifted her eyes to meet his. Seeing his smile, she returned it and sent a silent prayer that she had done well and not looked the fool.

"Do you have any questions?" He asked. He also noticed that she had not finished her desert and reached for it. Scooping up a forkful, he began to feed her.

Shyly she began, "I do, but I don't want to look silly." She accepted a forkful of cheesecake. The flavor was heaven and the look on her face showed it.

Smiling at that look, he continued to feed her and asked, "What do you want to know. Ask me anything I want you to learn. Remember, the only dumb question is the one not asked."

"This could take all night. There are so many things I'd like to know, so many questions to ask," she replied after swallowing a mouthful. "I don't even know how to ask some of the questions, I want to know."

"So just start asking, we have forever. The world is not going to end tomorrow. Just ask what comes to mind and don't be afraid to ask me anything. I will not laugh at you," He answered back smiling.

Thinking about what to ask first, she bit her lip in thought, "Well, I guess I should ask what is first and foremost on my mind. I know that there is some punishment and spanking involved in this, but to what degree and how much do you do it?"

"Are you afraid that I'll hurt you little one?" He asked smoothly.

Feeling her body tremble at the sound of his voice, she unknowingly closed her eyes and sighed loudly. "No, not afraid, but I don't really know much about it. I liked when you swatted me a few minutes ago. Made me hot, but I am a little scared about the rest of the stuff involved. What about the tools and stuff? Also, why do you call me little one or pet?"

Giving her another mouthful, he replied, "I will teach you about all the tools and stuff that are involved as you learn. I will not hurt you only give you slight pain. I will not lie to you; some things may cause some minor pain, but never serious pain. I will teach you to like it and we will start slow, increasing as you learn. As for the term little one or pet, they are basically names that a Master calls his slave. They are not meant to be a put down. More like a pet name. Besides you are little to me."

Feeling braver, she asked, "Will you tie me up?"

A little unsure about whether she wanted to be tied, he stated, "Maybe, why, do you want me too. Will I need to tie you?" He knew that he would defiantly tie her at some point but wanted to see what she thought about that.

Thinking about it a little, she smiled, "I don't know. I am not afraid, but I have seen some things that look too painful. I don't think I am into hardcore pain. Do you know what I mean?"

Wondering where she had seen anything like she was hinting at, he asked, "Just what have you seen and where?"

"Internet," came a quick answer. "Why?"