Meeting of the Minds Pt. 02

Part Two: Training

Ariele is dizzy under his lewd stares, she lets her breath out slowly, feeling the ground underneath her move slightly. Intake of hot breath, She almost tripped leaning to far to the left.

He caught her in his strong embrace, and held her body close to his for a few moments before lowering himself down and untying the leather straps that bound her ankles together. Demure sounds form a sentence.

"Thank you, Sir."

His eyes light up momentarily giving his true feelings for her away, but she wasn't paying attention to the wide eyed puppy dog looks.

"Good girl." Was his only reply.

He began circling around her body again, his riding crop drawing up between the crack of her butt, and around each nipple, causing them to become erect and wanting attention.

Unconsciously she has had a fantasy about being a love slave for years, but never had the guts to seek out a real experience.

Some how what she thought would happen, and what was really about to happen was a very different scenario in her mind.

Every nerve on her body was responding to his every touch. Whether it be with his bare well manicured fingertips or the end of the black leather riding crop. Her body was igniting, with embers burning in her pussy, dripping on her white cotton panties.

Soft moans escape her lips. She looks at him desperately. "Please, Sir, what ever you do, please don't hurt me! I have children, I have family. I have friends that love me!"

Once again he leans in her lithe body, letting his nose take in her scent.

"Ariele, all of your friends are aware of this little journey that you and I are going to travel together. Starting now!"

His tones boom in her body, and before she knows what's happening, his lips press firmly against her. His mouth opening over hers, and his tongue probing out, seeking the sweetness of her tongue. Suckling on it, both tongues swirl and dance together as moment pass.

Fires exchanging and igniting within his loins and hers, both of them feeling the spark of electricity between them. Flickers burning hotter now for both of them.

Not knowing that each of them are on the same page, the flirting begins.

She spreads her legs trying to balance her stance, having her arms still tied behind her, with pleading looks she asks him.

"Please Sir, I promise not to try and runaway, but can you please loosen or unbind my wrists?"

Ariele turns her body around, to let him see how red her wrists are getting. He almost screams and startles her.

"Sam!"

A man the size of a mountain come bailing in the room.

"Yes Boss?"

"Why are her wrists red? Did I not specifically request she not be hurt?"

Micheal looks at his employee with a disappointed angered expression.

"Yes Boss, you did."

"Then why is she hurting? Get the ice, and a something to wrap up her wrists with. On second thought, bring me two ace bandages?"

Ariele was relieved when she heard him speak so concerned for her welfare.

Sam came back into the room, offered Micheal the crushed ice packs and two pink ace bandages as he had requested.

"You may be excused until further notice Sam, and I am very displeased by the way her wrists look. I am holding you accountable for them."

"Yes, Boss Sir."

Sam leaves the day room. Off to take care of his masters requests of the day.

Micheal takes Arieles' hand and guides her to sit on a divan. He places both of her hands on his lap. She stares at him, taking him in. Wondering what kind of man is he, one that can be both a fierce kidnapper and a kind gentle man.

Her interests for him grew immediately as she watched him tend to her sore wrists. Just his warm touch and gentle massaging of tigers balm made them feel better.

His eyes meet hers while he wraps each wrist. Tenderly and patiently placing the ice over her small wrist, and then bandaging each one slowly, making sure it wasn't wrapped too tightly. Following the instructions of how to wrap a limb on the back of the package.

She laid back against the divan, and then he looked at her, intent on reading her thoughts, and realizing that she was too comfortable, she needed to be taught still that he was the one in control.

He pulls her to a stand and takes her down several stairs and stone hallways, to a door that was locked tight when they stood in front of it.

"This is the dungeon."

"This will be your new home."

Shocked looks of disbelief standing outside the room, she had no idea that on the other side of the door was her dream room, with every thing she had ever desired.

He had gone to great lengths and spent an unmentionable amount of money making sure that every one of her sexual desires will be satiated in the next coming weeks.

"I am not afraid." She states adamantly.

"No need to be, for you will be at peace once I have this door open." He pried the key into the lock and turned it. The heavy door bolted open after the lock was released.

Inside is a queen size captains bed, the drawers under the mattress all filled with sexy lingerie from Victoria Secrets. All of her favorite dress up outfits being replaced, silk stockings galore, garter belts, corsets, heels, teddies, baby doll jammies, and a drawer full of sex toys.

Night stands on each side of the four poster captains bed. Huge posters, that with the right equipment can be used for hours and hours of teasing pleasure. Wicked grins as he thinks of what he will do to her. A swing hangs above the bed.

He takes her hand and leads her into the vast room. Lighting candles to shed light in the darkness. Inside was not at all what she had expected. Instead was this beautiful boudoir that was full of sensual gifts and erotic torture devices.

Her eyes lit up when she saw the hot tub in the corner. She turned her head to look at him, a smile creeping on his face quickly disappears when their eyes meet.

A narrowed glare at her, as he surveys her body in one long hungry state.

Realizing that he has waited long enough to get what he wants. He reaches for her wrists, removing the bandages and ice, inspecting them to make sure she can endure hours of bondage.

"I see your hands have recovered Little One."

"Yes Sir, they feel much better. Thank you."

He gently guides her to the wall. He removes her silk blouse, and unhooks the lace bra, sliding it down her arms and tossing it into a hamper in the far left corner of the stone room.

Once her wrists were secured with fur lined leather straps attached to the wall. He unzipped her short black leather skirt, and slid it down over her hips, and down at her feet.

He lifted one foot at a time to guide her out of the waist of her skirt. He then tossed the skirt in the same bin as her blouse. He knew he had picked out several outfits for her, that he had purchased at Katherines' Boutiques, her favorite clothing shop.

Ariele stood there and listened to her inner voice arguing internally.

"I can't believe you are letting this guy do this stuff to you. Are you freakin' nuts?"

"I can't believe how excited I get with butterflies and everything when he kisses me."

Always the conundrum, ambivalent feelings.

The feeling was soothing to her skin at first as he secured her feet the same way as her wrists, with leather straps lined with fur.

He gently stroked up her legs, from ankles to thighs, to right between her legs at her wet sex. Looking up at her he asks her.

"Tell me about how you are going to make a nice little cock whore for me?"

The question vibrated in her loins, instead of being horribly insulted she was dangerously excited. She was beginning to entertain ideas of intimacy with this man.

"You will become my nasty little whore; and, I, I will become your Master."

She moans out softly "Yes Sir, I want to be your willing little cock slut."

The words came out before she realized what she just said. And strangely she wasn't surprised. This attractive dark stranger was starting to turn her on.

Micheal reaches out and traces the swell of her breasts with his fingers after he rises from securing her ankles to the wall. He looks directly into her blue eyes.

"I will make you my cock whore, and you will learn to worship like a good little cock slut." Then a pregnant pause.

"Do you understand this Ariele?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good girl."

His fingers lace in her hair, looking into your eyes, his breath hot over her parted mouth.

"You want to be my cock whore, don't you My Sweet Pet?"

His fingers feel between her legs to the secret place that assures him what she is really feeling... Intensity.

He chuckles. "Your body betrays you Little One."

A smile creeps up on his face, she notices the change in his eyes immediately and is thrilled to see a tender softer side to him albeit briefly. His fingers probe her wet slit, she closes her eyes and moans out.

He knows at that instant she is his, he has to prove it to her now. Lustful looks at her, lengthy ravenous gazes, his crisp blue eyes penetrating her soul. She can almost hear his masculine tones reverberating in her soul.

"You are mine!"

Micheal knew he had to have her soon, but he didn't want to give her cock until she begged for it first. He had to know she was his before he blessed her with his love and gift of Domination.

Slowly unbuckling his belt and pulling it off, setting it to the side, looking down into her wide eyes. Unbuttoning and unzipping his Calvin Kline jeans, slowly sliding them down off his hips and kicking them aside, he stood there dressed in black silk boxers, his hard cock evident under the fabric. His eyes never leaving hers, maintaining that piercing intent look.

He leans into her body, pressing his manhood against her thighs.

He hisses in her ear. "You have to ask for it little cock whore of mine."

She shivers, his hot breath against her neck, the sounds of his words like a spark of flame spreading through her body igniting burning embers in her loins. Her breathless reply is but a whimper.

"Cock Sir."

Laughter is heard. A tug of her hair, pulling her head back, piercing stares into her bedroom blue eyes.

"You will have to do better than that."

A slap is felt on the side of her thigh, burning red now.

"Cock Sir, I need your cock, please let me taste it."

She surprised herself with the genuine whine. She wondered where this was coming from inside her.

He awakened a surreptitious passion in her.

For many years now she had fantasized about giving herself completely to a man.

She wondered if this man standing in front of her, could he be the one?

Her daydreams stopped abruptly as she felt another smack against her ass cheek.

"Ouch! Hey! That hurt!" She glared at him.

He shut her up by pressing his mouth over hers, terminating her words. Broke the kiss to slap the side of her leg very hard, leaving a welt.

"Do not ever glare at me again," a deep breath " And do not ever show me defiance or attitude."

A gentler tone. "Do you understand little one?"

A fingertip curls under her chin, lifting it closer to his face, his deep gaze pierces her. Glimpses of a smile, then a full mouth kiss, deep, forceful, intent on owning her.

His index finger and thumbs reach up to each brown pinkish nipple, rolling them around, as the kiss intensifies.

His broad hairy leg presses between her legs, still bound and tied to the wall. He pinches her nipples hard.

"I asked you a question!" Starting with a stern I, with emphasis on you, and then finishing in a softer tone.

Fearful looks up at him. "Sir, Yes Sir, I understand," quivering voice in reply.

"Good girl." He releases the grip on her taut nipples.

She breathes a sigh of relief, having with stood enough pain thus far.