Learning the Lifestyle Ch. 05

The boy turned and grabbed a cart that looked like ones businessmen used at the airports and begin to load their bags and boxes on it. Michael grabbed a few bags and headed towards the door. Silk grabbed a few shoeboxes and followed him. Once outside Michael opened the trunk for the boy to place the stuff inside. He sat his bags in the trunk and gestured for Silk to do the same. The boy placed the packages in the trunk and shut it and promptly walked away.

Michael handed her the keys and said, "You drive this time, while I read."

Taking the keys and letting them in the car, she asked, "Where too?"

"Make a left out of the parking lot and then a right after the second light," he told her with total confidence.

She did as directed and soon they were on their way. She looked over at him wondering what he was reading. She debated whether or not to ask him finally curiosity won out. "May I ask, what are you reading?"

Wanting to see what her reaction would be, he told her, "The list of limits that those two slave girls you met earlier, sent to me."

Not wanting to be jealous she causally asked, "What is that? What kind of limits?"

Seeing that she either was trying to not show her jealous or she was learning that it didn't matter caused him to smile, "It tells me what they will and won't do. It is a list that covers everything that is involved in this lifestyle. This is easier than me asking all these questions. Also this way I can refer back to it when needed. When you're more experienced, we'll fill out one for you." Then thinking on what he had just said, he told her, "Actually, we could start a list now for you, you can always add to it or change it as time goes on. Most slave change theirs from time to time."

"So what things are they into," she asked actually curious about them.

"Make a left at the next light," he told her noticing that they were turning as he had directed her. "Well let's see. Their lists are pretty identical. They both like anal, oral, vaginal sex. They like all forms of masturbation and most toys. Both like whips, paddles, crops, and floggers. Syndee likes water sports and Stacy is willing to try it. Neither like scat or anything involving feces play. Good, neither do I."

"Water sports, like swimming?" She asked not knowing what he meant.

This caused him to laugh, "No, Silk. Water sports as in pissing."

"Oh," came an embarrassed answer. Then she braved, "And what is scat and feces play?"

"You may not want to know right now," he told her with a grave look.

"Just tell me."

"Okay, don't say I didn't warn you. Oh, turn right at the next street and then turn into Diamond's. Scat and feces play involves shit. Plain and simple," he told her in a very serious tone.

She looked at him and when he didn't smile, she gave a sour look, "That's nasty and unclean Michael. I hope you don't do that, ever."

He laughed loudly and slapped his knee. "I told you, you didn't want to know, but don't worry, I am not into it and none of my friends are either. Those people are a very select group."

"Good," was all she had to say.

They had arrived at their destination and she shut the car off. They got out and Michael led her to the door. Once there he stopped and stood in front of her.

"Okay you have never seen anything like this in your life so be prepared," he told her.

"Alright, I am ready. I don't shock that easy Michael."

"This place is a place you will become very familiar with as long as you are in this lifestyle. It has everything a slave or Dom needs for every aspect of this lifestyle. Now shall we go inside?" He asked.

With a giggle, she answered, "Let's."

They went inside and Silk saw that Michael was right. It was a shock to the system; a man decked out in a full leather outfit greeted them. Silk fought to suppress a giggle and Michael looked down at her and smiled broadly. She thought to herself, she really liked his smile too.

"Hello, Michael, how may we help you tonight," leather man asked them?

"James how's business?" Michael asked of him.

"Good and you?"

"I am fine. Let me introduce you to Silk. She is a new slave. We are here to outfit her properly in all the leather gear she will ever need," Michael informed him.

"Do you need help, or can you find everything on your own?" leather man asked of them.

Michael looked to Silk and told him, "I think we are all right on our own. I can always yell if I need something."

With a dismissive nod, Leather man said, "Okay, just holler if you can't find something."

With that Michael led her into the store. Everywhere she looked, there were things that she had never seen before. Some caused her to blush and some just left her curious. Michael led her to a wall of leather collars and such stuff. Michael began to pick out collars that he thought would look good on her. He seemed to like the leather ones with gemstones on them. He handed her a black shiny one.

"Try this on," he told her.

She did and he approved it. He handed her another one, this time red. As she tried this one on a clerk walked up and gave them a large black basket for their purchases. Michael indicated for him to set in on the floor. He then tossed the black collar into it. Next he approved the red one, a blue one, a white one and an emerald green one. He put all the ones he didn't like back on their hooks and began to choose matching cuffs for her wrists and ankles. These he tossed in to the basket too and with them matching leashes. Silk wondered about the leashes. Would she be led around on them?

He was looking over some other collars when his cell phone rang, "Michael here," he said to the phone.

"Hello little ones. I see you got my message. I was hoping you would call while I was still out shopping at Diamond's."

He listened for a minute or so and then said, "What I needed to know was do you two own your own things for play and if so what do you have and what do you lack?" He listened again and then whispered to Silk, "Go ask that guy at the counter for a pen and tablet of paper."

She did as he asked and brought it back to him. Michael then began to jot down a list of things, all the while mumbling uhhuh, uhhuh into the phone.

"Well then little one, I shall pick up the things you don't have and we'll see each other tomorrow. I also wanted to mention that your lists were very through. Thank you for that and the promptness of delivery also," he told the caller who Silk had already guess was one the slave girls from earlier then she corrected that thought, one of her slave sisters.

"What's that," he asked. "Yes, you may give each other pleasure tonight, but only tonight, no more after one in the morning." He listened again and laughed, "Yes I can be a tough Dom to serve, but you'll like it. See you tomorrow, slave," he then hung up the phone and smiled to her, watching her reaction.

Knowing he expected her to live with this and wanting to be the perfect slave and please him, she tried to keep any jealousy from her expression when she asked, "Was that my slave sisters, Master?"

He watched her face fore any signs of jealously and was please to see that she was either hiding it well or she had gotten over it. "Yes it was, I had emailed them that I need to ask them a question before tomorrows meeting and gave them my cell number. I was hoping they'd call while we were here too," he told her.

"For what," she asked him?

He smiled at her curiosity; "I needed to know what sort of tools they already owned so that if they were missing anything that I required, I would have it available. See Silk, each slave should have her own things due to cleanliness. I wouldn't want you to catch anything for someone else's toys so you will have your very own and they do also. I am maniac on cleanliness, as you will see. Come on now we have more to buy."

She watched as he selected a light blue color with matching cuffs and a leash then dropped it in the basket and then he turned to her and asked, "What color do you think would look best on the redhead, little one?"

Silk thought on it and even though she hated to say it, she told him with defeated tone in her voice, "The emerald green, Master."

He could tell that she really hated to share her favorite color with the other slave and was pleased that she was honest about it and he told as much, "And this upsets you because it is your favorite color right?"

Shocked that he had read her so well, she recovered, "Yes and no, Master."

"Tell you what, you pick it out for your sister and it can be whatever you want, just make sure it matches her hair and coloring. I'll be over there," he pointed to another part of the store, "You come over when you're done and help me finish the shopping. Remember you pick the color. I will not be mad if you choose another color," and with that, he walked away leaving her to decide.

Silk looked over all the collars and found a emerald green one that was similar to the one Michael had picked for her except it didn't have stones in it. She wanted to just get the royal blue one, but knew that it would be petty to act jealous over a color. She wanted to hate the other two, but she knew this was not the way to act and she really wanted to please Michael. Besides under a different situation, she would have probably become friends with the two girls. They actually reminded her of her two best friends back home, Candy and Mandy, the twins. They even dressed like them. With that in mind, she grabbed the matching cuffs and leash and went over to Michael. After showing them to him she dropped them in the basket.

He smiled at her choice. He then showed her a ball looking thing with a strap on it. It looked like a slingshot to Silk.

"What is it?" She asked him.

"This is a ball gag. Sometimes slaves need them when they can't keep their mouths shut and sometimes I just like to see them on a slave. I like what's called gag kissing also," he told her.

She gave him a questioning look and he laughed and told her he would explain and show her later.

He then dropped three of them into the basket and proceeded down the isle. He dropped in a few more items in the basket and then led Silk to another area of the store. This one had what looked like weapons and paddles hanging all over the walls. Silk was sure this stuff was for punishment. She hoped Michael would explain it all to her.

"Have a look around and see if any thing catches your fancy," he told her and shooed her off.

While she looked around, Michael picked up a new flogger and riding crop, and few paddles of various sizes and shapes and a switch. He then turned to watch her as she fingered a flogger made out of something other than leather. Michael wondered what it was. She seemed to really like it. He then noticed that she had a riding crop in her other hand. This made him smile; he knew she had horses so she would naturally be drawn to a crop.

He finally went over to join her and see what that flogger that held her interest so keenly was made of. He touched it and saw that it was leather but it was totally different than the ones he usually bought. This was soft like deer hide, almost velvety soft.

"Do you like it little one?" He asked in a low voice next to her ear.

"Yes Master," she said almost dreamily.

"Then it's yours and what of that red crop you have. Would you like it also?"

She looked down, having forgotten all about the crop in her hand. She was fantasizing about the feel of the flogger on her skin. She lifted the crop and looked at. "Um, sure Master, I guess so," she flushed.

He laughed and hugged her to him. "You are priceless, Silk."

She dropped the crop and flogger into the basket and noticed it was getting full. Surely they were almost done. She was starting to get hungry now so she looked at her watch to see what the time was and saw that it was fifteen minutes after nine. She then saw that Michael had gone over yet another section of the store so she followed him.

This section contained what looked like thousands of fake penises. This caused Silk to blush. She turned to find Michael staring at her.

"What?" She asked.

"You're blushing. I take it this a first for you?" He asked her with a laugh.

"Shut up," she muttered and turned away pretending to look at the selection in front of her.

He came up behind her and grabbed a handful of her hair and tipped her head back. She met his eyes and saw that he was not amused. "Never, and I repeat, never tell me to shut up, slave." Then he kissed her hard on the mouth and released her hair and walked away.

She stood there for a moment and thought over what had happened and knew she was in the wrong. She knew she should apologize too. She turned to him and saw he was placing things in the basket. Thinking that since he had grabbed her in the store that it was probably acceptable to do most anything else that didn't involve sex, she dropped to the floor in what he told her he called down. Once there, she said, "I am very sorry for telling you to shut up, Master. Please forgive me, Master."

The sight of her on the floor like that made him hard instantly. He barely heard her words even though she said them loud and clear. He shook himself, knowing this was not the place, "Apology accepted, slave. You may get up." Quickly before I take you right there on the floor, he added mentally to himself.

She gained her feet again and lowered her eyes to the floor. She was truly sorry. She waited for him to speak.

"Okay you little vixen, what do you think of this," he asked showing her a normal size penis.

She didn't know what to really say, "Okay I guess, I don't really know much about this sort of thing," she told him.

He proceeded to explain each and everything that he was buying. He showed her a couple strap-on penises; a double headed one and few others of various sizes and lengths. Next he showed her a plug looking thing that he explained was a butt plug. Lastly he showed her a vibrator and told her this was what he would teach her to masturbate with. Of all these things he bought three of each and Silk now knew why. Finally he seemed done and she crossed her fingers that it was over.

"Are we finished now, Master?" She asked him.

"Why are you tired of shopping?"

"No, I'm hungry," she supplied.

He looked at his watch and with surprise, noted the time. "Silk when your hungry just tell me. I don't always eat regular so if you are hungry and want to eat just say so," he told her tenderly.

"Okay, I'm sorry I didn't speak up. Can we go get a bite and then finish shopping? I'm not tired, just starved," she told him.

Michael carried his basket to the counter and Silk followed. While the guy rang up their stuff, she looked at the rack of movies in front of the counter. There were porn movies, but there were also ones that looked like they were about B&D. Michael noticed her interest and came up behind her again.

"Want to watch one?" he breathed in her ear.

Curiosity peaked, she hissed, "Yes," back at him.

He reached around her and grabbed the one she was looking at and another a few down from it and set them on the counter to be rung up.

Seeing that each movie was over thirty dollars she remembered the cost of the last stores purchases and turned to see what this stop would cost Michael. Once again he pulled out his credit card. When all the stuff had been rung up, the total was over eight hundred dollars. How could he spend like that she wondered. She would ask him once they were in the car.

They took their bags and went to the car. Michael placed this all in the trunk with the other stuff and then let her in the car. Then got in and started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

"Where do you want to eat?"

Thinking on it she said, "I don't care, we can go to that truck stop from this morning if you like. The food was great."

"Okay the truck stop it is," he told her, pleased that she like his favorite diner.

She thought on how to ask Michael about the money as they drove to the truck stop. Finally she just decided that direct was the best method. "Michael, how can you spend so much money like it was nothing?"

Smiling at her thoughtfulness, he took a deep breath, "Remember I told you that my family was obscenely rich," he asked?

"Yes."

"Well maybe ugly obscene would describe it better or maybe ugly filthy obscene, or maybe…"

"Okay I get it," she laughed, "You can stop. You still shouldn't spend like that. Your parents might think I'm after you money."

"Aren't you," he joked and this on a serious note he said, "My parents don't have access to monitor my spending habits. My trust funds are my own. One is from my maternal grandfather, it takes care of my needs and college tuition every month, and this includes my food, clothes, utilities, rent and all that sort stuff like my new truck. The other is from my paternal grandfather and it totally up to me to spend it how I see fit. I have no one to monitor my accounts. If I blow it on the ponies, no one cares. If I blow it on you, no one would give a shit or even know for that matter."

Lucky you she thought. Then she asked, "So how much do you get?"

"You don't really want to know."

"Probably not, but tell me anyway," she said.

"It's a sick amount," he laughed.

"That bad?" She asked.

"Yeah. Let's see, my needs account is bigger because of college tuition and all that so it's $100,000 a month. My fun money account as I call it is only," he gave her a sick look, "$50,000 a month. Pretty sick huh," he asked her.

"Shit Michael, how do you live. You poor boy," she told him.

"I warned you that you didn't want to know," he offered. "You have a trust fund too don't you. I heard you tell Donny that once."

She gave him a sideways look, "Nothing like yours, and my father monitors it. Mine is for my needs during college. Whatever's left over at the end is mine to keep, but I have to watch what I spend for now."

"How much, come on, I told you," he asked.

"It's pitiful compare to yours," she said, "I get $1500 a month for all my needs. My mother pays for all my tuition and books that aren't covered by my scholarship. My father is really tight fisted. If I pay for something he thinks I didn't need, I here about it."

"Who pays for the apartment?" he questioned.

"Reed paid for that out of his trust fund. I told you we wanted a place he could visit without having to get a motel room every time he visited. Sort of a waste now I guess, but it's leased and paid for two full years. So I guess it's mine for the time being," she supplied.

Something about that struck a jealous chord in him that he didn't know existed. He really didn't like this guy paying for anything for Silk. Maybe he would change that. Then he thought about her father. What a jerk, but he knew not to say that to her, "That's fine, let your father be like that, I'll buy you everything your heart desires," he told her matter-of-factly.

"I can't let you do that Michael, that wouldn't…" she began.

"You can't tell me no. It's my money and I am your Master now, so I will do what I please. Now end of subject."

And like that it was over even though Silk didn't like it. She knew it would be pointless to argue, so she just would watch what he spent. As she though about this, he pulled into the truck stop and her stomach growled.

"Wow, little one, you are hungry," Michael laughed.

She laughed too, "More than I even knew."

They entered the truck stop and as usual men turned to look at her. She was used to this because of her exotic looks as her mother called them. She used to wish that she didn't look like this but now she was pretty much resigned and usually just ignored them. What bothered her most now was that Reed and Neil would get upset over the attention she received. They acted like she wanted and delighted in it. Neil actually accused her of trying to gain the unwanted attention and Reed would get pissed when to many men would look at her. She felt like just not going out in public with them. She looked to Michael to see his reaction to the looks they were gathering. He didn't seem to notice or just didn't care, Silk wondered which.