Learning the Lifestyle Ch. 01

Remembering where she was, she looked at her watch and found she was going to be late, if she didn't get going. Throwing the rest of her salad in the trash, she made a mad dash for the campus radio station. She arrived with about a half a minute to spare. She went and got her stuff and headed for the flight deck; a DJ's code name for the place that they do their air shows, where the magic is worked, so to speak. Just as she put her hand on the knob, Michael yelled from his office for her to get in there, and he didn't sound happy.

Wondering what she could have done, she when to the door, "My show starts in 5 minutes. I need to prepare," she stammered.

"Donny will cover for you, already asked him." He stated, not looking up from his desk. "Get in here and close the door behind you, now!"

She decided that now was not the time for words, whatever they had between them didn't exist in school. She came in and shut the door softly behind her and took the seat closest to his desk. He didn't look up right away and this made her even more nervous. She chided herself for such behavior. She had worked for a top radio station for 3 years. She had dealt with top sponsors from large companies and corporations. This was just another student really, so what if he was technically the BOSS. He could only reprimand her, not flunk her or even worse, fire her. She told herself to stop being foolish.

Finally, he raised his head and looked at her. He didn't say anything; rather he seemed to just study her. His eyes stopped on the choker. She noticed the he smiled a little. She wanted him to speak, but feared what he was going to say to her. Still he just sat and stared. Then slowly, he sat back in his chair, his eyes never leaving her.

"So, you liked my little gift?" came a question, and even though he spoke in a low tone, she jumped as if he had shouted. "Settle little one, I won't bite. Hard anyway, and not unless you want me too," he said laughing out loud.

She felt silly now, and so her voice was a little shaky in replying, "Yes, very much."

"Was I being to forward?"

"No, not at all, really I liked it," she stammered

He came around the desk and to sit on the edge of the desk right in front of her. She had to look up at him to see his face. He was still watching her. He put his finger under her chin and she smiled weakly at him. A look of confusion crossed his face. Was she scared of him? God, he hoped not. He really loved the submissive look she was wearing earlier, but now he sensed fear, and fear was not what he wanted her to feel.

Using low tones again, he probed, "Silky, are you scared of me? At this she shook her head no. "Than why do you look like you're about be tortured?" Seeing she meant to respond, he put a finger to her lips, " Now let me finish, always remember this, when I am speaking, never interrupt. Can you do this?"

She shook her head, yes this time. That submissive look in her eyes again. That look could bring him to his knees, at her feet, if he wasn't careful. Hell, he would give her anything, by that look.

"Okay, now that's better, you don't look quite so scared. Now let me say this first and foremost, always, and I do mean always, Silky, be honest with me. Never lie, because I can't abide lies. I will never lie to you and I expect the same in return. Am I clear, do you except this?" Again a nod of yes, "Good, now why do you look so scared?"

"I thought I messed up somehow on my show and I couldn't remember anything I'd done wrong, so you scared me when you called me in here like that. Am I in trouble and if so what did I do," she asked in rapid words?

A smile crossed his face as he spoke, "You haven't done anything that I'm aware of, in fact you are one of the best here and the best first year. I called you like that so that the others would think the same thing you seemed to have thought. Can't let them think I am favoring you." He reached out his hand and stroked her cheek and then her lips. "Would you consider it sexual harassment if I kissed you again?"

"No." came a wide-eyed reply.

He pulled her to her feet and kissed her again. The kiss seemed to melt her more than the one this morning did. She felt like she was drowning. Slowly he explored her mouth with his tongue and tasted her totally. He taught her the rhythm that seemed to best please him and slowly his hands started rubbing circles down her back. She hadn't realized that she was gripping his shirt and when she did she released it and moved her hands up to grip his neck. He had made his way down to her lower back, just above her bottom, his hands rested there for the moment. She felt his reaction to the kiss through his jeans and without meaning to, pressed her middle up against it and a high pitched whimper escaped her. She heard him growl and suddenly his hands were squeezing her behind and pressing her into him. He broke the kiss, but didn't let her go. He dipped low and lifted her chin and kissed her neck and throat. This was her weakness and soon she began to pant.

"Oh Michael, yes, please," came a breathless voice from her.

Again he growled, "Please what?" He had to hear her say it.

She moaned and threw her head back as he kissed down the vee of her shirt. How had the buttons come undone? "Please, take me, make me yours," came a throaty response.

Slowly, remembering where he was, he brought her back to reality. Smiling at how quickly she had been brought to the brink. "I will, later though, little one, but right now, you have a show to run and I still have a question for you." He buttoned her shirt back up, not remembering undoing it. "So was I too forward, with my gift?"

She smiled and shyly replied, "No, not at all. I loved it and I really liked the choker. That's why I wore it."

His face became serious again, "Good," then on to other things, "Well, you better get to work. Donny has covered for you for ten minutes. Oh and you better tell him you got your ass chewed royally for something. I told him that is why I needed him to cover for a few. Better make something up to make it believable too." He seemed to be dismissing her as he went back around his desk and took his seat.

At the door she bowed to him, "Yes, Sir," and started to leave.

"Oh, Silk," she turned to look at him, "That is a collar, not a choker. Shut the door behind you," dismissing her just like that.

She went on her way to the flight deck, pondering what he had just said. A collar, but didn't that mean? Was she his pet? Could she do that, and could he? Vaguely remembering something she had read in a book once about a woman who was her lover's slave or something like that. Didn't the girl call him Sir or something? Silk remembered that the book was real racy and made her want to touch herself as she read it. She also remembered fantasizing about what she had read. She fantasized that she was the slave girl and had to be subservient to a man and call him Sir. She remembered it now and it made her feel the same way it had back when she had read it.

Surely, Michael hadn't meant that by what he said. No way! Those people didn't really live in the normal world, did they? No, surely not. Michael wasn't the type anyway. He probably was just teasing her still about the cheesecake thing again. Hadn't he said bring her most revealing outfit and a collar, her favorite collar, in fact. Well, his gift had done that for her. She had revealing outfits, but was at a loss for a collar. Now she had a matching set. Well, his cheesecake better be heaven, because she was going to show him. She was going to the bathroom, right now and put the outfit on, under her clothes. Good thing her skirt and shirt would match.

Her show went well, and soon it was almost six. Marcy came to relieve her early and they chatted for a few during songs and spots. Marcy was a pretty blond girl from California. Silk knew more about, Marcy's sex life than she wanted to, it seemed that Marcy slept with every guy she could. She could tell that the girl was really lonely, so she was always nice to her. Marcy was getting her stuff ready for her show, when Michael walked in. Michael smiled and nodded politely at Marcy's greeting. He looked at Silky and tapped his watch. Silky nodded and he left the room.

"Oh my God. That man is simply to die for. I bet he can ride like a champ, if you know what I mean," Marcy gushed to Silky. "I would sure love to find out."

Silky was on her way out of the flight deck and couldn't help herself, "Well, Marcy, I'll let you know tomorrow." With that she left Marcy standing with her mouth open.

She was laughing as she met Michael at the exit. He looked at her wondering what was so funny. Then he noticed the color of her stockings, all other thoughts where gone from his mind. Had she put the outfit on? His heart raced at the thought of her in the sexy little nothing he had sent her. At this rate, dinner would be quick and so would he. It was time for him to pace himself, or it would prove to be a short night.

"Are you listening to what I said," she asked breaking his thoughts?

"No, what did you say," he said looking at her with that look? The look of lust, she thought.

Silky sighed and repeated, "I was telling you, how Marcy thinks you are such a hunky man and how you could probably ride like a champ, if you know what I mean," her eyebrow arching? "Her words, mind you. So I told her that I'd let her know tomorrow, and walked out. Her jaw hit the floor. It was rather funny, really."

At this he looked concerned, "Do you care if others know about us? I don't really care, but then I am the boss, but you might be treated different if they think you are seeing me. I just don't want you to be hurt."

That touched her. "Michael, I could care less what others think. My daddy always said, 'Please yourself, and you'll always be happy.' I am happy with me so who cares what those dorks think. If anything they would probably be jealous, the women anyway."

"The men too, Silky. So tell me, do you really like Marcy or what? She is a bit forward. I know she sleeps around. Heard the guys talk. Donny says I ought to get me a piece, but I told him, she couldn't handle me. Too normal for my tastes."

At this she laughed, " A little conceited aren't we, Michael? Actually, I think she is lonely and that is why she sleeps around. Thinks that it means she is accepted in some way. You've seen the type. I'm sure."

"What's that supposed to mean," he replied?

They had reached her car and she was unlocking the door and pretended not to have heard him as she got in and unlocked his door. Hoping he would drop it. Then seeing the look on his face, she knew, no such luck.

"Well!"

Shaking her head, "All I meant was that, you seem to be the experienced type, so I'm sure you have slept with her type. Come on, honestly. I don't care, just making a statement." Noticing the look on his face, she realized she had stepped out of bounds.

"Silk, I told you, I can't abide lies. I try to never lie myself. If I said she is not my type, I meant it. She is not my type. Too normal," he explained with a sober look on his face. "Now can we drop it?"

"Okay," came a meek response. Silk wondered what he meant by normal, normal by whose standards. She was pondering this, when he tapped her arm.

"Stop at Corks and I'll get some wine for dinner," he said pointing to the shopping center they were coming up on. "I like red wine with spaghetti, how about you?"

A slight blush slashed her cheeks, "I like any wine, but unless I put ice in the glass, I get smashed really fast and pass out. I don't know why, but I do."

With a devilish grin, "And this is a problem?" Then seeing her shocked look, "Don't worry, I'll get some ice."

"I'm not worried, it's just usually people get upset if you put ice in wine. Ruins the taste or something. I don't care, I like it better than passing out."

Wondering to him self if he was coming on a little to fast with the dominance, she seemed to have turned into a timid deer. Was he too controlling too fast? He never had tried to turn a vanilla to the lifestyle. The women he had played with were are usually very experienced in the lifestyle and sought him out or at least knew enough of it to know that they wanted in it. Maybe he ought to give Baron a call; Baron would know what to do. Baron was his mentor, he taught Michael a lot about being a male Dominant. After thinking on this a little more, he decided that it was the best course of action, but until than, he decided to ease up a bit. No sense in scaring her away. He wanted to have her and he wanted that to happen tonight.

In a gentle tone that he would have used on a spooked horse, "Silk, you can drink your wine anyway you want. You can drink it out of your shoe if that's what you like. I am not into society's rules. I want you to be happy." Seeing her relax greatly, he knew he'd have to be a little gentler with her.

They stopped at the liquor store Michael had indicated and there in the same shopping center was a grocery store. Remembering the bread, Silk ran in and got a loaf of French bread and garlic butter. She met Michael back at liquor store. He was looking at the wine racks. He looked up and smiled and took her hand when she approached.

Turning to her, he asked, "Do you have a favorite?"

"Not really, I like most anything as long is it doesn't have a heavy liquor taste."

"Do you like sweet or dry?"

Biting her lip, she hesitantly replied, "Ummm, I'd say sweet, but not to sweet. Dry leaves a strange taste."

He looked through a few more and picked one out finally, "This will be perfect."

At the counter, Michael also bought a bottle of something called Tequila Rose. Silk wondered what it was. Knowing that it had the name tequila in it, she wouldn't touch it. She had sworn off that stuff after the time she got really smashed on it and ended up with Reed's best friend, naked, in bed. Reed just laughed it off, since she found him with some other girl, but Silky was a little upset by it. She wasn't so mad about the whole thing as much as she was embarrassed by it. She remember what had happened with Taylor and she remembered how much she liked it and this upset her. Tequila made her so horny and out of control and she didn't want that to happen again. She got so worked up, that she had no control what so ever. Silk assured herself that it wouldn't happen again.

As they walked out and the door shut, Silk said to Michael, "I don't drink tequila, Michael, just thought you ought to know."

Knowing about her thing with tequila, having over heard her tell Marcy about it, he smiled devilishly, "Okay, no problem. I bought it for me. Besides, it's not straight tequila, but hey that's fine, I wasn't planning to share anyway."

They got to Michael's house and he put the pot of sauce he had made the night before, on the stove to reheat. He explained to her that he had prepared it last night and cooked it for over four hours and then put it in the fridge. He said this actually made it taste better. He also showed her a little secret about the pasta too. He cooked it this morning and then put it in a covered bowl. He said all he had to do was rinse it in hot water just before serving it. Dinner could be ready as soon as the sauce was hot.

Michael got out some wine glasses and poured them both a glass of one of the bottles he had purchased. Told her it was a sweet wine from California. While he did this, she prepared the garlic bread and put it in the oven on warm. Michael came up behind her and put his arms around her waist. He kissed her neck and handed her a wine glass. He nuzzled her ear until she giggled and then left her to taste the wine.

He went over and took a seat at his table. He had the rose stuff and a glass of ice in front of him. She went over and laid on the love seat thing he had in his dinning/sitting room drank her wine. It had a wonderful flavor and before she knew it, she had drunk the whole glass. Michael was standing over her with the bottle.

"Want a refill, you little lush," He asked jokingly?

"Maybe just one before dinner," she replied pretending to slur her speech a little. "Really ociffer, I'm not drunk."

He refilled her glass and she lay and listened to the music he had turned on when they came in. The music was very sensual. Made her feel like making love. She lay and listened to Michael who was on the phone in the other room. She couldn't make out what he was saying, but she could tell he was talking to someone. She lay and sipped her wine waiting for him to come back in the room.

Michael had called Baron to get his opinion on the whole thing. Baron had said that it was possible, in fact very possible to turn Silk to the lifestyle.

"My little pet Dyna was vanilla when I first met her," Baron chuckled

"I didn't know that. You couldn't tell. I am surprised, really, tell her so, I thought she was practically born to it," Michael said sounding surprised and impressed.

They talked a few minutes more and Baron explained that Michael would just have to be a little more patient and gentler with Silk. So easing up was the right thing to do. Michael thanked Baron and promised to bring Silk to visit real soon and hung up.

He came back in the room to find Silk very into the music and was amused to find her wine glass empty again. He sat down at the table and poured himself a glass of Tequila Rose. He though about getting her to drink some and see if she would become as wild as she had told Marcy. Then he though better, let her decide if she wanted some. He would not force this on her.

She looked up to find him drinking a glass of pink something and watching her intently. She knew that they would make love if she wanted too. All she had to do was give him a sign. What kind of sign, Silk was unsure of, but she knew that the music and the wine would show her. She sat up slowly, watching him looking at her and took off her shoes. She sank to her knees on the carpet and crawled across the room toward him. Looking him in the eye the whole time.

Michael's pulse hammered as she looked at him and crawled across the floor to him. She looked like something out of a sleazy rock video and that made Michael all the more turned on. She stopped at his legs and bowed her head to the floor, putting her behind up in the air. Michael knew if he were behind her, he would probably have gotten a show. She lifted her head and he placed his hands on her face lifting her up to kneel, slowly he kissed her lips and teased at her mouth.

She got to her feet and stood there for a second swaying to the music. Then she put her hands just below the hem of her skirt and slowly pulled it up her thighs. Next she straddled Michael and began to kiss him again. All the while she was grinding her middle into his. Her hands had begun to unbutton his shirt and tug it open. She slipped a hand inside the folds and a sigh escaped her. She caressed his chest and shoulders trying to remove the shirt totally. Finally he helped her and tore it from his arms. Then he proceeded to remove hers and was pleased to see she had indeed put the outfit he had sent her, on. She reached down and unbuttoned his pants, but couldn't do much more and didn't want to get up just yet. Michael had finish removing her shirt and was kissing her chest and caressing her breasts with his hand, the other hand was tangled in her hair.

She leaned back to give him room to kiss farther down her chest. He was both shocked and delighted at the brazen way she had straddled him. He had thought she might bolt on him at first, if he tried to make a move. He made his way back up her chest and was kissing her throat; she was moaning and had begun to squeeze his thighs with hers. Michael thought to himself, that she had one hell of a grip. She kept pulling at his pants and he smiled, knowing what she wanted, but wanted her to ask for it. Then she tried to get up, knowing she was going to try to remove his pants again, he held her in place and kissed her breasts again.