Blake Lively Pt. 01: Discovery

"Yes, you might, but I don't work that way. For me pleasure is not generally degradation, it's not me humiliating you or taking only what I want. I like to see women submitting but enjoying it at the same time. That's what will bring me pleasure," he said.

"Ok," she breathed, realising that sounded rather delightful, that this wouldn't be quite what she'd imagined -- much as he'd told her. She really didn't know anything about this world.

"As I say I have to learn about you through this process, if we go ahead of course," he said.

"So if we do, what else?" she probed, wanting to find out.

"Well there's lots to explore. The discipline is a key aspect but there's also bondage, I will want to put you through plenty of that," he said.

"What kind of stuff?" she asked.

"Different methods, so rope, chains, shackles, that sort of thing. All different positions and methods to discover what works best with you," he said, enthusing for a second as he got ahead of himself.

"What else?"

"If necessary, punishment."

"Like spanking?" she enquired.

"Spanking, canes, whips, riding crops, that sort of thing. Again whatever you respond best to and the level of punishment I feel you deserve at the time," he said.

"Are they different?" she asked, having never felt much besides the spanking.

"Very, you'll know when you feel them," he replied.

"What else?" she asked, still hungry for information.

"You know what, let me show you," he said, sitting up from the bed and pushing onto his feet.

"Show me?" she asked a little nervously, thinking he might get her straight into it, really let her feel it.

"Yeah. I consult on a lot of photo shoots and also do my own photography. Come with me," he said, urging her up from the bed. She took his hand and let him pull her to her feet, pausing to take the robe he offered before he quickly grabbed his shorts then led her out of the bedroom. He took her from the bedroom to what she might call his study, clearly somewhere he did work and watched as he pulled a big box out. It was one of many stacked on the shelves and he took the lid off to reveal hundreds of carefully sealed and sorted photographs. He pulled one out and offered it to her, Blake taking it only to widen her eyes as she was met with the sight of a young woman, gorgeous and slender with curves in the right places, red hair and a fierce look to her, completely bound with rope and rendered helpless on her knees.

"Wow, ok," she breathed, not so much shocked by the material but by the suddenness of its introduction to the conversation.

"How's that? What do you make of it?" he asked, wanting to gauge her reaction more thoroughly.

"She's beautiful," Blake said, drinking it in as she scanned across it, taking in every detail of the pale redhead. Her skin was so soft and delicate looking, hair a stark contrast, her dark eyes full of passion but obedience as she looked into the camera.

"She is yes," he replied.

"Those ropes look tight, but she looks so...relaxed, comfortable you know?" Blake said, contemplating the satisfaction of the woman in the shot as she handed it back over.

"Yeah, she loved the rope bondage," he said, taking the picture back and slotting it into the box.

"Who is she?" Blake asked.

"She's 26, and that's all I'm gonna tell you," he said with a smile.

"Secret huh?" Blake asked.

"Private. Which is surely what you want? Or do you want me telling other people what I got up to with Blake Lively?" he asked, pushing her a little.

"Good point," she conceded, looking away for a moment.

"Please, just take a look," he said, offering the box for her to delve into. She decided to just go for it and take a chance, grabbing one of the pictures and sliding it out to reveal a beautiful, hard body black girl standing with her hands secured behind her back. A leg spreader bar was fastened between her legs, a leather collar round her neck and some kind of ring gag in her mouth, making Blake pause as she absorbed the image before sliding it back into the box and grabbing another. There were so many and the variety was huge; the girls were almost always naked, wearing some kind of bondage gear to display them or nothing but the ropes and collars of submission, their assets prominently accentuated by their constraining outfits, chosen perfectly to show off their feminine figures even if the tiny waists of some made her wince.

He just stood silently and watched as she delved hungrily through the pictures, unable to help herself as she looked at one after another, gauging her reaction to everything as she stared and drank it all in. Dan couldn't establish very clearly what she did and didn't like from her gaze and took it to mean that she was simply curious about all of it. Whether that meant she would enjoy experiencing it herself was another matter as people often liked watching something they would never want to experience themselves. He was sure Blake was the same and figured he'd have to discover what she wanted down the line if things went that way.

"All these women are so beautiful," she commented as she looked through the pictures.

"Yes, they are," he said.

"Their beauty is in more than their looks, it's their submission isn't it?"

"It's the bond we built, not just their submission. I share something deeply with all the women in those pictures," he replied.

"And I could be one of them?" she asked, turning to look at him.

"Possibly. It depends if you want to be."

Blake continued looking through the pictures, seeing every aspect almost of what he did but realising it would never be clear, that her own experience would be entirely unique and personal to her, to them, something only they would know if she went ahead and did it. And in that thought she realised that she wanted to; she wanted to go for it, to run wild and let him train her, to show her everything from this darker, more dangerous and exciting side of sexuality, to experience it, to feel it, to know what it felt like to be owned and have a master, to be controlled so intently and fully submit to a man. He seemed like maybe he was the right person to try it with, someone that wouldn't abuse her or take her for granted, someone wanting to build something special with her through the most intimate of sexual experiences.

"I do want to be," she whispered, barely audible.

"What was that?" he asked. He'd heard her, hearing the break of her submission immediately, but he wanted her to say it more clearly for herself as much as him.

"I want you to train me," she said, looking up into his eyes and speaking clearly as she took hold of herself, her want, offering herself to him.

"Are you sure?" he asked. Plenty of women backed out after their initial bravado.

"Yes, teach me," she replied instantly, clear and intent, confident in her decision now as she gave herself to him. She was sure this would be a steep learning curve but he could have fun with her and she was sure that would sway him if he was at all unsure.

"This is not a lightweight thing, Blake," he said slowly, raising his eyebrows to accentuate the point.

"I would be training you, not teaching you. It will be real and very intense, like nothing you've ever been through before."

"Our relationship will be close," he continued, "very close, very intimate. More so than anything else you've ever had."

"This is not something to just dive into. You need to be absolutely sure," he said, filling her silence. They stared at one another for a moment, deeply into the eyes where an agreement was born.

"I want to," she breathed.

"Be certain," he replied quietly.

"I am."

"Very well," he said after a pause, turning away from her towards his desk.

Blake watched curiously for a moment as he found a thick paper document and then turned back to her, holding it out for her to take. It was a contract of all things, clear legal writing on it that looked ever so formal.

"A contract?" she asked, wanting him to clarify it. She'd heard of such things but had never really quite believed they were real.

"Yes, a contract, which lays out clearly what we will be doing, what is covered and expected of you and obviously the privacy between us regarding that," he said. He'd obviously repeated this many times before, she noted.

"So you want me to sign that before we go ahead?"

"Yes," he answered.

"Fine, give me a pen then and I'll sign it right now," she said, glancing around and reaching out towards one she saw on his desk.

"No, Blake," he said, his voice calm and commanding, putting his hand in front of her, stopping her grabbing the pen. She stepped back again and looked at him, as if he didn't want her to be his or something.

"As I've said, this is not to be taken lightly. This is not some light bondage play session or exhilarating exploration. This is a deep, intense dive into it and it's not something you want to just commit to. I want you to take that contract away and read it, really go through every part of it and be sure that you're ready for this and it's what you want," he explained.

"You won't let me just sign it now?"

"No, please go and do your research. I want to take you through this, of course I do, but I need you to be absolutely positive."

And that was where they left things, which was a surprise to her. She'd expected him to take her back to bed and whilst she could tell that he wanted to she was surprised and a little disappointed when he refrained. They dressed and shared a deep, soulful kiss before she left his house to a waiting cab that she'd called to take her away, back to her normal life. On the ride home she contemplated what had happened and felt the temptation pulling at her, wanting to take the contract out and read through it but she refrained, holding herself back as she knew he wanted her to, to wait so that she could look at it properly.

It took until later in the evening when she got time alone to read it, having to put it aside frustratingly when she got home to engage with her family and return to her normal routine. When Blake finally had a chance to take a breath, she relaxed and made herself a coffee, sitting down alone on her bed and pulling the contract from her bag. Her husband was away filming on location so she had the space all to herself as she settled into the pillows to read the document.

It was a very formal legal document and frankly she'd seen less well written contracts for movies and television shows she'd been involved with. She didn't know if it was his own handiwork or whether he'd engaged a lawyer to write it, but as she read through the first page it was clear that it was legally very well structured. It had his details, name and address and so on, and then spaces for her to complete hers, asking for her legal name rather than her stage name. It made her wonder if it really needed to be so formal and binding, but then she thought over how he'd repeatedly reminded her of that fact.

Flipping past the first couple of sheets that were detailed yet straightforward legal information, she got into the detail she was waiting to see; the first page was titled "Ownership" and just seeing that title made her shiver in trepidation. Her eyes greedily read it, flicking over the page to see what it meant. Her eyes only got wider however as it immediately became clear to her just what that entailed as it clearly outlined his legal position over her should she sign the contract.

It started with a clear consent definition, indicating that throughout their exploration of bondage together she was free to refuse or take a break any time she wanted. They would have established safe words or actions should she not be in a position to speak and was free to stop proceedings if she wanted explanations or because she was uncomfortable. It detailed how BDSM was a deep trust, one of mutual respect and consent that they both agreed to and as such she was always at liberty to take a break.

Beyond that he went into his definition of her submission and what was expected of her; His hold on her would be complete and she would have no standing within their relationship to complain or refuse him apart from in the manner outlined. For all legal purposes she would be owned by him, under his control within the realm of the law. It clearly stated that it was all within the overriding law of the country, but that penalty clauses could be imposed if so chosen.

Blake tingled, squeezing her legs together as she read on, through the next section that detailed her submission to him in further detail and laid out how she would be expected to act and perform for him. It clearly stated that whilst it was a training process he wanted her to do as she was told and submit to him, his teachings, his domination of her and that her progress would be directed by a mixture of encouragement, teachings and discipline. That piqued her interest and she read avidly through the following paragraphs that outlined that, through a collection of techniques, he would punish and correct her attitude.

That would include but was not limited to spanking, caning, whipping, flogging, clamps, humiliation and essentially any form of physical or emotional pain he wanted. She was to do as she was told or face the consequences. Her heart was racing as she took it all in, realising she'd been holding her breath as she gasped; it was all so intense but frustratingly proper, laid out before her as some sort of training course. A course that was making her clit tingle, shifting as she felt how wet she was getting, unable to refrain from letting her hand slide down and under her waistband teasingly.

It went on to expand on how her duties weren't simply sexual and that she was not merely a bedroom plaything. Her subservience would be put to work as he saw fit which could include things such as maid work or maintenance, of what she wasn't sure but she was convinced her duties would still remain largely in the bedroom...or dungeon. It also alluded to her being ordered to perform sexually for people other than him at his request, which made her heart surge as she didn't know what that really meant but knew it could mean she was having sex with more people than just him, if he so chose. The bottom line was that she would be expected to do as she was told, the overall theme clear, and serve him as she was ordered to. She told herself that was something well within her grasp, though he'd assured her that she would take significant training to achieve it.

Her clothing, all outfits both of the kinky variety and her normal clothes would be dictated by him if he chose. The document went on to detail that all her measurements would be taken in detail to allow custom made clothing to be designed for her by his own chosen suppliers, which she assumed to be fetish places that specialised in that sort of thing. On top of that he had opinion over her daily clothing if he wanted it and could order certain outfits, restrict her wearing certain items or demand she wore toys while she wasn't with him. To go with the clothing he also had direct say over her style of pubic hair and how she maintained herself, wanting control of her physique and appearance beyond the clothing. Blake's hand had pushed down her jeans now and her fingers were playing slowly yet firmly over her labia, unable to resist now as she imagined him taking control of her and demanding she went commando or spanked her for playing up.

She gave a groan of pleasure, stifling herself in sudden yet unwarranted embarrassment as a blush spread across her cheeks as the next heading of "Bondage & Restraint" passed before her eyes. It went into details of how he would restrict her movement how and when he wanted to and the devices he might use to do that. It started with things he might use on her in bed such as handcuffs, ribbons, ropes, chains, belts and straps which was all things she might have expected but then expanded into specific bondage set ups such as benches, stocks, suspension from frames or the ceiling. The contract detailed a variety of heavier items that could be used such as fixed metal shackles and cuffs and imprisonment using things such as a cage.

Blake had barely noticed it but her fingers were moving rapidly now, a mind of their own as she used all her conscious focus on taking in the contract, finding herself rereading passages of it as she struggled to take it all in. She knew she'd never remember everything she was potentially about to agree to and would have to check back if anything happened she wasn't sure about, though he didn't seem like someone that would step outside the specific agreement they might make. She gasped wantonly as her fingers worked vigorously at her clit, eyes drinking in the words as it went into the sexual acts that were expected of her.

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They were detailed and expansive, covering just about everything she could think of. Through their training together he expected her to give blowjobs that included everything from tongue work and teeth to deep throating intently in whatever manner he wanted, swallowing and facials. He would fuck her in every possible manner, every position, training her into anything he pleased and his contract reeled off a list of positions, half of which she'd never heard of. On top of that, he dictated that he would have anal sex with her; it made her blood chill for a second and a flush of exhilaration and fear hit her. She didn't like anal sex, having tried it before, but the contract left no wiggle room on that and it was clear that, if she signed the contract, he was gonna fuck her in the ass.

It only made her hornier, gasping hard now as she contemplated it, being tied up and rendered helpless only to get fucked in the ass, perhaps the pain of it biting at her but finding an enjoyment in it, some as yet unknown pleasure...and the satisfaction of submission. She fantasized for a moment before focusing her eyes and continuing, reading through the part that stated clearly there would be no protection used and they would both submit to whatever medical requirements before initiating their relationship. She snorted a little to herself, figuring it was a bit late for that given they'd fucked that afternoon and he'd emptied his balls deep inside her...and she'd loved every second of it.

On top of all of if that the contract stated that he would be free to take whatever photographs and videos of her that he pleased. They would all be held for his own private collection and it went into legal detail about his usage of the images and where she might have a case against him if they were shared anywhere. Frankly she figured she'd have bigger problems than that if they were leaked but it still excited her to know that there would be photos of her in her kinkiest, and most vulnerable, state where she was being used as a bondage fuck doll essentially. She knew the contract didn't state that but it was the basic gist of things. The contract went into much more detail, covering every possible aspect of his control of her body and what he might potentially do with it, but by then she was trembling on the bed and breathing hard.

Blake lost herself to the pleasure of her climax, unable to help herself now after holding back as she'd read through the contract. The legal agreement threatened to bind her completely in servitude to him for a sexual nature and in exchange she would be properly trained on how to perform that role for him, the section about his responsibility to her following on from what he expected her to do. It was a blur that she read up on after focusing on her imminent orgasm. She dropped the contract and her head onto the opulent bed as she fingered herself hard and fast, knowing how to get herself off as she danced her fingertip around her clit to bring on an intense, shuddering climax.