Make Me Believe Ch. 03

She leaned against the wall for a few more moments, still panting slightly, her blood still rolling in her veins. Liana hadn't expected to fall into the Master/Slave role so quickly but she supposed that was the way Desmond was; impulsive and demanding. That was why she was here wasn't it?

"You have one minute to get down here before I come fetch you."

His voice rolled up the stairs, making her jump at the force of the command. Liana scrambled down the hallway and stairs, stumbling into the living room. Desmond stood in the very center, the furniture having been shoved against the walls. He had taken his shirt off and crossed his arms over his bare chest. In one hand he held a leather collar, black in collar with a tiny padlock and small D-ring attached. The other hand held a black leather crop, one of Desmond's favorite.

"Strip," he growled, eyes narrowed slightly. Liana hesitated for half a second which she instantly regretted. Desmond took a single stride and slapped the crop across her thigh. She cringed and tugged her t-shirt off, tossing it onto the floor. She struggled with unzipping her knee-high skin tight boots but those came off eventually. Jeans, socks, black lace bra and matching g-string followed until she was as naked as the day she was born.

"Position one," Desmond kicked her clothes to the side of the room as she fell to her knees, legs spread and clasping her wrists behind her back. The crop ran up her spine, reminding her to straighten it further. Liana was fond of this position; the first one Desmond had ever trained her to fall into on command.

"Good," he murmured, leaning down to push her blond hair out of her face and behind her shoulders, "At least you remember some of your training." She shivered at his warm breath on her now cool skin, the slick leather crop sliding down her throat, between the valley of her creamy breasts and down. It paused just above her shaved cunt, the skin there still damp from her previous orgasms.

Desmond crouched, sliding the crop into her slick folds as he did so, "You are to look at me and me only as I inform you of the rules. They are a little bit different now so pay attention." He slapped her clit, making her jump and stare at his handsome face.

"Do you understand?" he asked, sliding the crop back and forth across her folds maddeningly.

"Yes, Master," Liana said, trying to keep the slight confusion that was enveloping her out of her voice. Yes, she had agreed to be his pet. God yes, she wanted this more than anything. But weren't they still husband and wife? Wasn't there relationship supposed to be give and take? She wasn't sure about this new set of rules he planned to give her. Were they going to be drastically different from before? Was he going to treat her differently? Her lower lip trembled and she bit it. She was being stupid. Desmond wasn't going to hurt her. He wasn't going to do anything without making sure she was okay. That was part of the deal. Right?

"Rule one: you are mine to do with as I please. You will not protest, refuse or deny me this right. You have agreed to this already and will not breech this contract," he slid the crop up to her chin and tilted it towards the ceiling slightly. She could smell her juices on the leather.

"Rule two: you are to wear this collar always unless I say otherwise, even in public," he put the crop down for a moment to unlock the tiny padlock with a key that hung around his neck. Desmond instructed her to hold her hair up while he secured it around her neck. The D-ring sat in front and padlock in the back, much like a heavy duty dog collar. She dropped her hair and clasped her wrists again.

"Rule three: you will keep your legs, arms, under arms and pussy free of hair at all times. Rule four, and you already know this one: I am Master. I can be addressed as 'Sir', 'Master', or 'Master Desmond'. You will address others in the same manner unless informed otherwise. And rule five: I make the rules and reserve the right to add more as we go along," Desmond leaned in, his breath intoxicating Liana for a moment as her lips remembered his touching hers no more than fifteen minutes ago. He stood suddenly, the crop grazing her face and leaving a trail of her own arousal.

"Now, I hope you remember the safe word?"

"Yes, Master. It is 'Mad Hatter'," Liana replied, keeping her eyes on Desmond's face although she smiled internally at the word. It was a reference to her favorite Disney movie, Alice in Wonderland. She supposed they would have to change it if Desmond ever consented to her Alice and Mad Hatter fetish fantasy, but for now, it worked.

"Good girl," Desmond said, "Now, I know this is incredibly sudden and you won't be happy with me about this but we are attending a party tonight. A 'welcome home' party in a way. My close friend, Isak, heard that I was coming back to Ireland and asked to throw a party. I think he just wants an excuse to show off his newest pet to me. So, this means you will be introduced to the local members of the BDSM community." Liana's eyes widened at the thought of other people finding out about her and Desmond's relationship. She didn't know if she could do this. Calling Desmond 'Master' in her home was one thing but to go to another and have to remain in submission? She shook her head slightly.

Desmond looked down at her, snapping the crop under chin, "Are you informing me that you don't want to my pet? You don't wish to please your master and go to a party with him?"

"No, Master, that's not what I meant," Liana faltered, struggling to fight back unexpected tears. God, she hated the turmoil of emotions that was churning her belly. She felt sexy and erotic, leaning on her knees on the floor, obeying and pleasing her master. That was all she wanted to do, but she...she just couldn't picture herself doing the same around others.

"What did you mean then?" Desmond crouched again, face softening slightly. Liana bowed her head only to have it forced upwards again by the crop.

"Tell me, my pet. If you don't tell me then I can't help you."

"Master, it...it isn't that I don't wish to please you," she faltered again, "I'm just...afraid...?"

Desmond touched her cheek softly, cupping her chin, "Don't be, my pet. I will not allow any of them to touch you tonight without first asking you. I know that it will be strange baring this new side of yourself to the world but you will do fine. I will be right by your side the entire night." Liana nodded and Desmond kissed her on the forehead.

"Good girl. Now, go take a shower. I'll be up in a little bit," he said. She nodded and retreated up the stairs, murmuring her thanks. Liana locked the bathroom door behind her, unable to stop the tears now. Even with Desmond by her side, could she really allow herself to be seen in such a way? She wasn't sure at all.