Learning the Lifestyle Ch. 03

Sensing that there was something else, he asked, "What are you not telling me?"

Wondering how he seemed to know, she answered, "Reed and I slept together when we could before I totally ended it with Neil. Reed made no secret about it either. He would kiss me just when he knew Neil would catch us. Once he had me straddling his lap kissing me when Neil caught us. My father aided in this too. Neil got really jealous and I tried to get him to believe that Reed was doing it to piss him off. No one knew that Neil could get violent though. Finally one night after he caught Reed practically making love to me on the front porch, he took me into the barn and we argued and he started hitting me. My brother caught him and went and got Reed. Reed beat him pretty good and then tied him to a stall door while we waited for the cops. While we waited, Reed told him all about how he had been sleeping with me for the past two months and really rubbed it in that I preferred him to Neil. Neil ended up getting charged with domestic violence and we were finished. Reed had me back and after that is when he asked me to marry him and that's the whole story."

"So you really loved Reed the whole time and just dated Neil to get back at Reed, right?"

She shook her head yes.

"Okay that takes care of one, now who is the third one?" He asked, intending for her to tell him about the other one. The drunk mistake as she put it.

Rolling her eyes, she started again, "The other was Taylor, Reeds good friend from where he used to live before he moved to Denton. At our graduation party, we all got really drunk. Reed got me drunk on tequila and I was smashed. I remember everything too. I just couldn't control myself. We were all dancing and trading partners and soon I looked over to find Reed all over this blond. Taylor and I begin to kiss and make out and the next thing I know we are in bed making love. The next morning I find that Reed has slept with that blond, but since I slept with Taylor, I can't really be mad. Reed and I talked it over later and we both decided that it was an accident and we should just forget it. That is why I don't drink tequila."

"You did last night," he reminded her.

Sighing, she replied, "Yes, I did, but I didn't drink a lot and I didn't lose control." Thinking on this she added, "Too much."

She smiled at Michael and he smile back.

"I like it when you lose some control. Last night was great, wasn't it? I want you like that always, but I am willing to bet you don't need tequila to get that way either," came a sexy response.

Thinking that she might be a little sore, he decided to change the subject before it landed them in bed. "So, what do you have to do today?"

Wondering at the mood change, she frowned but went with it. "Nothing till two. I have an air show at two, but you already know that, Boss."

The ringing of the phone interrupted them. Michael answered it and found it was Baron. He informed Michael that he forgot to invite him to a party that they were having a week from tonight. He also asked about Silk and Michael, taking the phone into the other room, updated Baron to everything that had transpired the night before. Baron again told Michael of the party and asked if he would bring Silk. Michael asked if he thought she was ready for that step and Baron said that she was, but that Michael should talk it over with her first. Michael said he would and that if so they would be at the party. Hanging up, he smiled to himself. Here goes, he thought.

Coming back in the room, he found her still on the floor where he sat. This made him sure that she would want to go to this party. Time to tell her about it.

Sitting down, he began with a kiss, "I have something to tell you and something to ask of you. My friend, Baron, who is into this lifestyle also, is hosting a party with his slaves next Friday night. There will be many things going on at this party tonight. Many of the BDSM things that we have talked about and the fetish stuff too. It would be a great learning experience for you. I have told him about you and he has invited us. Would you like to go?"

Nervously she asked, "What will I have to do there?"

Noting the quiver in her voice, he calmly told her, "Nothing you don't want to. At this point it will be for you to watch and learn. Baron and his head slave know all about you and they both agree that you should not be made to do anything you don't want to. You will see many things and this will give you an idea of what might be expected of you. This is a way for you to see what might interest you. I know that some things are not for everyone."

"Will you be near at all times?"

"I will have you as close as you can be, but I will tell you now that I will participate also. You can be near enough to watch but you may not always next right next to me." He stated firmly.

Knowing that she was overly curious, he knew that she could not resist. He watched her think on it and smiled as he saw the look that told him she was going to say yes, cross her face.

"All right Master, yes I will go. I really want to see this and learn. So what time?" She asked finally of him.

A triumphant smile split his face as he gave her the details and she listened without comment.

He explained what would be expected of her from a slave's point of view. Things like the positions she would be using. He told her that she would probably not use the belly position but not to totally rule it out. He told her that all slaves would be naked, but since she was there to learn, if she did not want to be naked she could wear a slave outfit. He also told her that she would have to wear a collar. He watched her take all this in and saw that she never flinched once.

"What does a slave out fit consist of, Master?" She asked.

"Are you worried that you'll be next to naked anyway?" He laughed.

With a frown she replied, "No, I wanted to know if I should just go naked. You know that say that clothing is like window dressing. Just makes the item prettier. So if the clothing is not going to flatter and tease, why waste the time and money?"

Seeing that she was not afraid, he smiled as he answered, "Okay, I see. All right, a slave outfit is something that leaves little to the imagination and looks submissive. No black leather or anything like that. I prefer light colors. The outfit I bought you would not work, too bold for me. It will be skimpy and made to provide easy access to your body for touching and fondling. On your wrists and ankles, you will wear cuffs that have loops on them for attaching to straps and things like that for tie down. Do you understand what I am saying?"

She shook her head and then asked, "So where would I get these things also what about the collar?"

A little surprised at her lack of fear, he didn't show it though. Smoothly he replied, "Well that is easy, I will take you to a place where it can all be bought. As for a collar, you could get them at any pet shop and you can also buy smaller collars there that would serve as cuffs, but I usually buy all of these things at the shop I mentioned. If your asking about a collar as in what you should wear, I'll pick one out for you. It's my right as your Master."

She listened to him and watched his face and eyes. God she loved his eyes. She decided that no matter what, she would learn this and show him that she could be his slave, his perfect slave to be exact. Something in her wanted to please this man that wanted to own her body and the make her give over all control of herself to him. Somehow it just felt right.

"Do you understand what I mean by my right, Silk?" He asked of her.

Not sure what he meant; she shook her head.

Somehow knowing that she was ready, he began, "Silk if you agree to be my slave, I then in turn own you. You're my property. A collar is a symbol of that ownership. When I place it on your neck, I am asserting my ownership over you, claiming you as mine. You will wear it to show your acknowledgement of that ownership and that you agree to be mine. I can also take it away from you. This is a bad thing. By taking it away, I am saying that you are no longer mine. You don't want that ever,"

Think on this she asked, "So if you take it away, then we are finished forever."

"Not always, I can take it away from you as punishment and that would mean that you no longer have my protection. I could still use you but your no longer mine. You can also earn it back. If you don't belong to me, then you can be used by anyone without my consent. As long as you're a slave that is. Do you understand what I am saying?"

" I think so. If I am a slave, then I need protection from a Master, which comes from ownership; which the collar symbolizes. You want to collar me as your own. Is that correct?" She asked.

Amazed at her grasp, he nodded, "Yes that is about it. So, do you want to be my slave and are you willing to accept me as your Master? For me to own you?"

Not knowing if it was proper, but not really caring at this moment, she rose up and slid her body up his. Kissing him on the mouth she purred, "Yes, Master. I want you to collar me, to own me," she stressed the word own. Then she rubbed herself against him again.

Watching her with total pleasure, yet knowing what she did and was doing was bad behavior. She hadn't been asked to rise or to do anything else and yet she took it upon herself to do this. Michael hated to stop her teasing but she had to learn. Watching her face, he slid his hand up her side to her breast and then grabbed her nipple and pinched it hard. She jerked to a stop and worry creased her brow. He held tight to her nipple as she slid to the floor. Once there he didn't let go. He gave her a look that told her she had misbehaved. She dropped her eyes to the floor.

"I didn't ask you to move, did I?" He asked and gave her nipple a slight twist and was surprised at the moan that escaped her.

She moaned again, "No, Master." The pinch hurt at first but now it was sending signals straight to her core, signals that flamed the passion once again in her. WOW! She though.

Thinking to himself, he decided to punish her to see her reaction. What he was going to do would make it or break it for this relationship. If she were truly into this, she would remain afterwards. Time to find out.

"Down" he ordered as he let go of her nipple.

She assumed the position he had taught her the night before quickly. She felt him stand up and then walk away from her. A slight dread filled her and she knew that she was to be punished, but how?

Michael watched her quickly assume the position without fault. This made him smile. Michael went down the hall to the back bedroom. Opening the door, he went in. He knew that she knew he had left the room and was probably awaiting his return with fear. Good he thought to himself. Perfect. He selected the paddle he was after and left the room again. Slowly he returned to her side, this time kneeling on the floor next to her prone body.

She felt his hand on her behind and then it slid down and lifted the hem of her skirt. He lifted it so that her bare bottom was totally displayed.

Without a word to her, he gave her a smack on her ass. She made a startled sound in her throat, but stayed where she was. He gave her more for a total of five swats and then stopped. Her whole ass was red, as Michael had made sure that he had hit every part of her behind. She had stayed down and took it all. This really surprised and pleased him. The only response he received from her was whimpers and moans.

"Do you know why you were punished, Silky?" he finally asked.

"Yes Master," she replied in a small voice.

Smack! Again on her ass, "Well, why?"

Gritting her teeth against the swat she replied, "Because I disobeyed and moved without permission."

Another swat. "I don't like your tone. Never address me like that again. You will always talk to me with total respect in your voice. Do you understand?"

Making an effort to sound respectful and submissive she answered, "Yes Master."

Pleased with things thus far, he began to stroke her ass. It was red and hot. He felt her lean into his hand again and this pleased him greatly. He ran his hand down to her crotch and found her wet. At this, he beamed.

As he stroked her ass, she thought over what had just happened. She was not hurt in any way except maybe her pride. Her ass felt on fire, but that fire seemed to shoot straight to her core. It was a good pain. She knew that there was no turning back now. She wondered if Michael knew that with that simple spanking, he had committed her for life. She realized that she felt wonderfully happy at the thought and that she was turned on too. Silently she begged him to take her again, showing him her need by pressing her ass up into his caresses. Please, she thought, I need you badly Michael. A whimper escaped her. Her mind was clouded and she realized that he was speaking to her.

He was saying, "You seem to take to this well, but I wonder what you will do with more sever punishment. I like your responses thought." He noticed that she seemed to want something. "Is there something you would like slave, perhaps another spanking?"

"If you think I need one, Master," she replied with a lusty tone.

"Hmmmm, well then, what is it you want than, my pet?"

"YOU," came the answer he knew she was going to say.

Michael stood up and ordered her to stand also. He pushed her towards the bed and once there pushed her down on the bed and motioned her to lay with her head towards the foot again. Michael dropped his shorts and climbed on top of her. Her legs fell apart at his slight touch. On his knees between her legs, he said nothing only positioned her body to his liking. Next he grabbed her shirt and jerked it open. Buttons flew everywhere. Silk grasped. He positioned himself for entry and ordered her to grab the railing. She did as she was told. Finally he slid deeply inside her.

She was out of her mind by the time he led her to the bed. She needed him now. As he messed and fussed with her, she watched and noticed that he was so sure of himself. So strong willed. When he ripped her shirt open she almost lost it. Next she did as he asked and grabbed the rail. As he entered her, her mind screamed, your mine now also and I'll never let you go now.

With a very rough urgency, he took her. His mind was a crazed as hers. He felt her near her climax and knew he should stop but before he could, she begged for release.

"Yes," he hissed in her ear. "Now," he ordered.

He watched her lose control and felt her contract around him tightly. My god, he thought, she one hell of a grip. He felt her milk him, but didn't want to give in yet. As she came back to reality, he wrapped her legs around his waist and flipped over so he was on his back. He placed his hands behind his head and thought to himself, let her work for what she wants.

"Please yourself slave, but ask before you explode," he ordered her.

With a pant, she answered, "Yes Master."

Slowly she began, riding him. She liked this position because she had control. She could do whatever she liked. She began to pick up the pace and felt herself nearing orgasm again. She knew to ask for it but wondered what Michael would do if she didn't and just let it happen. She knew that her would punish her, but how? Maybe she would try that sometime, maybe later tonight. She was getting very close so she slowed a bit.

Michael smiled as he watched her. He knew she was struggling with the asking to cum. He knew that this was the hardest part usually for a slave. Mostly because they had to pace themselves and sometimes stop so they wouldn't disobey. Making her ride on top really made it hard because she had the control. She had to say when or ask as the case may be. He noted the devilish look in her eyes and knew she was wondering what he would do if she didn't ask and exploded anyway. 'Go ahead, try it Silky. I'll punish you and you won't like it,' He thought to himself. He felt her ease off and knew she was near. He waited to see if she would ask.

"Master," she breathed heavily, "May I please cum?"

"No," he replied as he grabbed her hips and pressed her tightly to him. Next he rubbed her to him and he pressed himself up to meet her. "Don't cum yet," he ordered, "Not until I say so. Stop yourself."

"But how, Master? I can't control it like that. Not when you do that," she whined.

Smiling he told her, "Think of other things. Breath deeply and focus your mind elsewhere."

Knowing that he was pushing her, he stopped all motion. He could feel that she was about to lose control. She was not totally ready to master her orgasms yet.

"What are you thinking of?" He asked.

"Horses," she replied.

With a laugh, he answered back, "That won't work. I bet the rhythm makes you wet." He began rubbing her against him again. "Think about this." He said as he grabbed her nipple and pinched hard.

She arched her back and pulled off of him. "That won't work. It drives me straight to the edge, Master."

He entered her again and said with a cold smile, "Really, you like that. Remind me to try clothes pins on them." He reached down and grabbed her ass and pressed her against him again. "Ride me now, slave."

She started to rock against him again and felt herself get near once again. Pinching her nipples like that had nearly driven her out of her mind.

"Please Master, now?" she begged.

He didn't answer her he just smiled. He wanted to see what she would do. Proudly he watched her control it once again by slowing and thinking of other things. This was going well, he thought proudly. When he felt her temperature lower a bit he ordered her to speed up again.

She knew it futile to ask again, he knew what she wanted. He would tell her when. She just kept up the same rhythm. Slowing when she felt herself get close and speeding back up when he ordered. This went on for what seemed like ever. Finally she was complete out of her mind and panting. She was to the point of disobeying him and letting go anyway.

He felt the change in her mood and body and knew it was time to give in. Thinking briefly to himself, that it would be interesting to see if she would disobey, but knowing at this point it would not be fair to push her, he gave in.

"Okay Silky, explode for me," he ordered.

She picked up the tempo and with in seconds she was out of control. Michael had to grab her hips to keep her in place. She grabbed his arms and dug her nails in deep. He knew without looking that blood was flowing. She threw back her head and screamed, as she let go. Her body began to milk him and he lost control himself. With a yell, he gripped her hips and slammed himself up to meet her.

She dropped her head to look at him and the look on her face was pure animal. Michael knew he had driven her to the point where she could not be dominated. She bent and claimed his mouth hard. He kissed her back. She pressed her mouth to his and then totally out of control, she bit him. He pulled back from her mouth, tasting blood. Still she had the animal look. Michael grabbed her head; tipping it back he bit into her neck. She screamed again, he felt her explode once more. Her nails bloodied him arms once again.

Michael debated whether to push her away or ride it out. Riding it out won over. Finally she slowed and released her hold on his arms. Michael let go of her neck and she relaxed against his chest. Her breathing was still rapid, so Michael began stroking her back and rocking her. He also made an shhhhing noise to calm her.

Panting very hard, she gasped in his ear, "I'm sorry Master. That was wrong of me."

"Sorry for what? For losing control like that? Don't be, I loved it," he answered still trying to calm her. "See I told you, you could lose control without tequila. I knew you could."