Erica and Anya Pt. 01

"You're a big girl Anya, you've faced way scarier people in court, hell even in the office. You can do this!" I say to myself as I steel my nerves and finally press the call button.

Ring... Ring... Ring...

Part of me is hoping that she won't answer, and that it will go to voicemail. The other part of me, though, is desperate to hear her voice again.

Ring... Ring...

Just after the 5^th ring when I would think the phone would go to voicemail,

"Good afternoon, this is Erica speaking, how may I help you?"

Oh my god... she answered. My mind suddenly goes blank, my breath catches, and if anyone was looking at me, they would say I had a 'deer in the headlights' kind of look.

"Hello? With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking to?" Erica says again, trying to coax a response out of me.

"H... Hi Erica," I say slowly, shaking my head in the process. This is just a normal conversation, why am I being so ridiculous about it? "This is Anya. From the club a few weeks ago. I just... I just wanted to call you and let you know that I thought about your offer."

"Hello Anya, it's so good to hear from your again! It's been two and a half weeks, I thought for sure you would have forgotten about me by now!" She giggled in response, paying no attention to the nerves in my voice.

"Oh no! I could never forget about you Erica!" I immediately reply, "You just gave me quite a lot to think about..."

"I know, Anya, I'm kidding," her voice suddenly turns serious, "I know you had a big decision to make and I'm very glad you took your time thinking about it. If you had called me the day after, I would have turned you down."

Her words served as a reminder that just as much as I was considering her and this situation, she was also considering me.

"Well, since you called, I am assuming you have an answer, or at least a response for me. What is it?"

And there it was, without so much of a warning, she got right to the heart of the matter. Understanding that there was really no point beating around the bush, I said,

"I want to try Erica. I would like to try and be your submissive. I know I told you before that even though I have tried some aspects of BDSM before, it was never to the extent of what I saw at the club. That level of trust, respect, control, power, adoration, and care I saw between various Dominants and submissives, I realized that those are feelings that I crave and would forever regret not giving this a try."

"Anya, I..." Erica started to respond, But I cut her off,

"Although it was never explicitly said, I understand that this is just as much of a risk for you as it is for me. I can't imagine why a Dominant, who seems to be so well liked and respected in the community would take on someone like me who is so new and ignorant of your ways. But I want to let you know that I will give this all my effort and then some, I will study hard to try and catch up, and most importantly, I don't want to let you down. I want to eventually prove to you that taking the risk was worth it, so... please..." My voice slowly quieting as finished speaking.

Hearing Erica take a breath herself before she started speaking, I readied myself for the words she was about to say,

"Thank you, Anya that was a very nice speech. I truly appreciate you taking the time to think about my position in all of this. You are right, it would be easier if I found a submissive from within the lifestyle, but there are lots of pros to training a newbie, most importantly, that you don't have any preconceived notions or trainings that I would have to change or break you out of to suit my tastes. But that is beside the point, I am grateful for your consideration and fully believe you when you say you will give this your best efforts. But I want you to understand that this isn't something you study in books, you will find that not every question has an answer, and most answers are ones you find from within yourself, not from books or reference libraries. I am very, very happy with your answer and am excited to go on this journey with you, and I am sure you will make me very proud."

The conviction in her voice, along with her words made me genuinely smile. I was relieved I had finally made my choice and couldn't be more excited for the next steps.

"Thank you, Erica. Thank you for taking a chance on me."

"Can you stay and talk a while, or do you have to go?"

Looking at the time, I realized that my lunch break already ended five minutes ago!

"I'm sorry, but I do have to go, my lunch break just ended, and I should be getting back to work."

"Well don't let me keep you then, are you available to meet this Saturday?"

"Yes, I don't have anything planned for this weekend."

"Perfect, why don't you come over to my place at noon and we can go from there, okay?"

Erica gave me her address and told me that I should come prepared to spend the night. Although it was not a guarantee, it was highly likely. Thanking her again and restating my excitement for this weekend, I hung up the phone and practically skipped my way back to work.

Although I was almost 10 minutes late, a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. All the tension and stress that I had built up vanished and I was able to throw myself back into my work with renewed vigor. Time to get caught up on all the work I couldn't do in the past 18 days!

**********

It was finally Saturday. Erica and I had texted a few times after the initial phone call. Her tone much more familiar and less formal now. I'm not sure if it was because it was through text, or if it was because I officially decided that I wanted to actively peruse a relationship with her, but either way I appreciated it.

When I asked her what I should wear the previous day, she told me to wear something comfortable, but also something that was relatively easy to take off. My heart raced with the implication of that sentence but wasn't allowing myself to get more nervous butterflies so close to the starting line.

One last quick once over in the mirror was all I needed before I headed out. Ultimately going with a white tank top with flower decorations on the straps, a short burgundy skirt, and black flats. Leaving my hair down and only putting a touch of concealer and blush, I headed out the door and drove the 40 minutes to Erica's.

Erica lived in a cute two-story tutor style home in a suburb about 30 minutes outside of D.C. proper. Bushes lined the edge of her house with a small front lawn with stone pathways leading up to the house. The small white flowers that grew along the sidewalk gave this house a very charming personality, almost inviting you in. The fresh air and slight breeze felt great on my skin as I walked up the pathway to her front door.

As I reached my destination, I turned around and took in the view of the neighborhood. Closing my eyes for just a moment while I took a deep breath, wanting to savor the feeling of this moment.

Just a few seconds later, my eyes opened as I exhaled and turned to face the door. Bringing my hand up, I knocked on the door right at 12:00 noon.

I heard footsteps from the other side of the door not long after I knocked, and with a large smile, Erica opened the door and welcomed me inside.

"Hi Anya, It's lovely to see you again, come in!" She beckoned me inside.

Not really sure how to greet her, I went in for a quick hug as I stepped over the threshold.

"Hi Erica, I'm very excited to be here!" The hug was easily reciprocated as I scanned my surroundings. Her home had a very cozy-chic design aesthetic, with the main color scheme being neutrals and wood tones. There was a small reception area on the other side of the front door where Erica had me take off my shoes. She then led me through the living room into the kitchen where she gestured for me to have a seat at the island.

Thanking her for the glass of ice water she got me, we began conversation with just small talk. Nothing super important, or even relevant for that matter, but I think she was trying to get me to loosen up a little and it worked. Once we were both freely laughing about hedgehogs, she decided it was time to circle the conversation back to its original intent.

Noticing the change in her demeanor, I quickly tried to put on my business face as I waited for her next words. After a minor transition, Erica says,

"I am intending for this weekend to be a trial weekend. Things will be relatively easy, but it will give both of us a feel of how we react to each other and if you are truly interested in perusing this further. I understand that it must have been an agonizing decision process that got you here today, but I think the last part of this decision will have to come after you have truly experienced me.

"As I am sure you know, there is an inherent power dynamic in BDSM, where I am the dominant and you are the submissive. This weekend, I expect you to listen to what I say and follow orders like a good girl. I will be pushing you, finding out what you can take, what you do enjoy, and what you don't.

"This weekend, unless you are directly asked a question, you will remain silent. However, I do expect verbal answers to any questions I ask, and unless you absolutely can't speak, a head nod or shake is not enough, is that understood?"

"Yes, I understand." I reply and see the small smile on her lips, happy I had caught on quickly.

"There will be breaks throughout this weekend where you will be allowed to talk freely, and I encourage you to be open with me about how you feel and your thoughts about what is happening. However, I will make those times very clear as to not confuse you.

"Whenever we are alone, I expect you to address me as Miss or Miss Erica, do not call me Mistress. You will learn every Dominant has their own preferences, and for me, the term Mistress is one that is earned by the Dominant and highlights the relationship part of BDSM. Its is gained after earning the trust and loyalty of their sub, signifying a deeper bond than just bondage part; something that is built up and worked towards. Are we clear on this?"

"Yes, Miss Erica" I respond trying to digest the meaning of her words.

"This weekend, as my sub," she continues, "you belong to me. When I tell you to do something, I expect you to obey with minimal or no hesitation. Even though we don't have this relationship yet, I want you to try and trust me this weekend. Things will probably get difficult for you this weekend, but know that I will be watching you intently, studying your body's reactions and making sure we never go too far. Do you know what a safe word is Anya?"

"Yes, I do" I respond.

Erica stays silent and looks at me, her body motioning to continue with me answer. After thinking about it for a moment I realize,

"Oh, yes Miss Erica, I do know what a safe word is." Once again, she smiles, and I'm glad I was able to figure it out without her prompting me. I wanted this weekend to go well after all.

"We need to come up with one for you. Can you think of a work that you can always remember, but would be unlikely to come up in most situations. Something unique and distinct."

Thinking about what word to use, I finally decide,

"Cloudberry. I would like my safe word to be cloudberry Miss Erica."

"Ok, cloudberry it is. Make sure you don't forget it!" She said with a laugh. "All right, stand up and clasp your hands at the small of your back, feet shoulder width apart, and look straight ahead in front of you, don't focus on me."

I rush to comply but felt awkward with my hands behind my back. I like to think that I have good posture, but keeping my hands behind me pushes my shoulders back and trusts my chest out much more than usual.

Although initially I was able to keep my gaze directly in front of me, it got difficult as Miss Erica started walking slow circles around me. Studying and watching me. She made five very slow circles, sometimes pausing at times, and I couldn't help but draw my gaze to study her.

When she noticed her correction was immediate. Her sharp nails pinched the skin on inner part of my upper arms and twisted. It was a quick sharp pain, but she released her grip quickly.

"Corrections, whenever possible will be immediate. Patience, you will learn is not only a virtue but a difficult skill to obtain, and I am an expert at it."

I didn't respond to her statement but did return my eyes to the front. She had to repeat the pinch one more time on the other arm when my eyes drifted again. This time not only did she pinch much harder which caused me to take a sharp intake of breath, but she also didn't let go until my eyes returned to the front.

Finally stopping in front of me,

"Take off your top and drape it over the chair. Then return to this position." Her order was quick, concise, and she was watching me to see if I would obey.

Mentally, having already prepared myself for this, quickly pulled my top over my head, turned it right side out and laid it along the back of the dining room chair she had indicated.

Returning to my position, she circled me once more, satisfied.

"Close your eyes -- and keep them closed" she said, and I obliged.

This time, continuing with her circling and studying of my body, she didn't just leave me standing but lightly grazed my skin. A fingernail trailed from the nape of my neck to just above my bra strap. Then the sensation was gone. A moment later the finger returned right under where my hands were resting, dragging as she walked around me stopping close to my belly button. This went on for some time, losing my sight allowed me to focus my attention to my hearing, trying to locate her from her silent steps. Every path her finger took was electric, every nerve responding to the light but purposeful motion of her hands. Not touching a single androgenous zone and I was already putty in her hands.

Suddenly I felt her standing very close to me, behind me, and I felt the all too familiar feeling of my chest being released from confinement. Quickly removing my bra, she left my side for a moment, and I caught myself just before I was about to open my eyes.

Her finger returned, this time trailing a figure 8 pattern between by boobs. This time, I couldn't help but shudder but tried my best to remain balanced and composed.

But all that composure went right out the window as Miss Erica suddenly grabbed both of my boobs from behind and squeezed them. It was all so sudden and unexpected; my eyes flew open as I opened my mouth and inhaled.

"Eyes closed!" she demanded immediately, almost as if she were waiting for my response. Her right hand twisted my nipple painfully with the reminder. The pain was sharp and intense, but it was not anything unbearable.

As my eyes closed again, she continued playing with my breasts, squeezing and tugging, but not neglecting the rest of my upper body as well. Her hands seemed to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time. I could never get a read on what would happen next, constantly in a state of suspense.

Finally, she stopped her teasing and wrapped her hand around my waist. She was standing behind me and I could clearing feel the outline of her chest right below my shoulder blades. Using her left leg to hold the fabric in place, she slowly unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her hands flowed down my body removing my panties before she had me step out of all the remining clothes I had on. Grateful that I had my eyes closed, I didn't want to see her expression as she saw my naked form for the first time.

Her hands returning to me, she whispered in my ear,

"You're beautiful Anya."

"Thank you, Miss Erica." I respond softly with a small smile.

For what feels like several minutes, she continues trailing my body with her fingers, but with more surface area to work with now, my attention was constantly being shifted to different parts of my body.

"You are so responsive. I've barley even touched you and I can tell you are wet."

I blushed at her comment, knowing she was right. My nipples were hard and erect, and I could feel the dampness between my legs growing warmer compared to the cool temperature of the house.

"Shall we check?" Miss Erica says as two fingers slip down towards my pussy, lightly grazing my clit as she dips her fingers into my very wet pussy.

Not realizing how much tension I had built up since we started, or not understanding my own body, the moment she touched me down there I melted. My knees buckled as I fell back into her.

Not missing a beat, Miss Erica caught me like it was the most natural thing in the world and helped me settle down onto the cool wood floor.

"Open your eyes little one," Miss Erica says, a softness in her voice. As I complied, I see two fingers in front of my eyes. Despite only touching me for a moment, there was a clear layer of my juices coating her fingers, more than enough proof that I was enjoying what was going on.

"You are so amazingly response, little one," she starts again, "I say it's time to move to the bedroom. Would you care to join me?"

Knowing I could not and would not turn her down, she helped me back onto my feet and led me upstairs to a bedroom. Along the way, Miss Erica mentions,

"I would like to state one more rule that wasn't mentioned downstairs. Right now, you belong to me, and with that is your ability to orgasm. You are not allowed to cum without first asking for permission and receiving a positive response. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Miss Erica. I understand," I reply as another blush warms my cheeks.

**********

The bedroom was large, with the centerpiece being the large four poster bed in the middle. The type with a square frame on top which she draped a piece of see-through white chiffon fabric across the top that nicely contrasted with the dark wood of the bed. The room itself was simple, with nothing else immediately catching your eye, but there were several dressers and armorers which gave the room lots places to put things and keep things out of plain view. And in the corner directly to the right of the entrance I noticed several hanging plants, hung from eye bolts that looked a little too heavy duty to just be for the hanging plants.

Miss Erica guided me towards the bed and told me to get on all fours. Forcing my legs wider than my natural instinct, I felt so totally exposed to her, feeling the cold air on my wet pussy, boobs hanging down, naked almost begging for attention. The fact that Miss Erica remained fully clothed this whole time further cemented the image of who was in charge. In fact, I was so turned-on part of me wished she would just be rougher with me and use me as a sex toy for her pleasure, but was too scared to ask or mention that, as well as too curious about where this was going to put a stop to it.

"I'm not going to tie you up right now. I want to test your control, but if you move too much or break from this position, I will." Miss Erica told me as she opened a closet behind me. Coming back into my vision, I see her holding a long flogger.

Looking at the instrument that I was sure I was going to feel on myself, giving the instrument a look of determination, I told myself internally that I would take whatever feelings it caused and not move from this position!

"Kiss the flogger Anya," Miss Erica asked me as she held out the instrument in front of my lips.

I looked at her like she was crazy, and my eyes questioned her order, but her stern look told me that she would not move until I did as directed.

Obeying her, I leaned forward a little to kiss the flogger, noticing through the slight touch it was much heavier than the one I saw and felt at the club. The tassels were not the sort to tickle, but to actually have an impact. The mental game is always half the battle, and now knowing more about the flogger, I was determined I could make it through whatever Miss Erica did without moving.