tagBDSMThe Birthday Party Ch. 02

The Birthday Party Ch. 02


"No," he said plainly, his unstrained voice coming from behind me. As soon as the word fell from his lips, the wooden paddle made connection on my naked backside with a sharp crack. The reverberation registered such pain that I almost had to tell him to stop but I didn't...I couldn't. It was a matter of pride at this point. Yes, I had to endure his training to make him happy but, at the same time, I was doing this for myself. I had been dealing out these very same punishments (or tortures, depending on the situation) for years without feeling it myself and, I have to admit, I was starting to like it. Was it the attention I was liking? The pain? Perhaps it was a combination of both. Being under Tristan's skilled hands was certainly a turn-on to me which I also found odd. I didn't think I would like being under anybody but it was because it was him...because I trusted him and he was also my friend that made this situation bearable. I tend to believe that, if it was anybody else that wanted to try this with me, I would end up getting bored, annoyed and, if I know myself like I think I do, really mad. So, because of all this, I found myself in my current position--naked, on all fours, facing the wall, trying to remain perfectly composed as I had been ordered to do so and, for any little sound I made in response to anything, I was to be corrected with the paddle. We had been at this for about twenty minutes and I wasn't very focused. I didn't realise how hard it was to remain perfectly still and perfectly quiet but my determination is damn near unbreakable. I was ready to try again.

"Sorry, Sir," I said, meekly.

Yes, along with everything else, we had resorted to honorifics. He really didn't give me a choice with that one but I think he was trying to get me into a very submissive mindset straight away. I must admit, it was working. From the moment I stepped out of my car, he was standing right outside my car door waiting for me to get out. When I did, he ordered me to kneel...on the asphalt. Thinking it was a little ridiculous, I said in a very exasperated and, yes, somewhat whiny voice, "Tristan..." He obviously didn't like that very much so he grabbed my face very hard and looked me dead in the eyes. "Sir," he said. I breathed in very heavily. So it begins, I thought. "Sir," I said in reply and knelt by his feet. He put a black leather dog collar around my neck and attached a black leather leash to it. "Stand up," he ordered and I did as I was told, swiftly and without thought. He smiled and lifted my chin so my eyes met his. "You're going to do so well, Lisa. Don't worry about a thing. Shall we begin?" I nodded and he led me by the leash into the house and into the room where I was now learning my first lesson: composure.

"Keep your focus, Lisa," he said, sternly. "Remember, you will be surrounded by people who may want to do these very things to you. They don't want to hear your little whimpers and screams. They just want you to be. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I said. "Are you ready to go again?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl." He set the paddle aside and resumed his work. He turned the vibrator back on and placed it against my clit, moving it just slightly back and forth. I was not to move my hips. I was not to make any noises. I just had to remain perfectly still with my head up and my eyes forward. It was absolute torture. All I was allowed to do was breathe and even that became difficult after a while. The wonderful sensation from the vibrator was getting extremely difficult, especially because we had been at this for twenty minutes but it seemed like hours. My clit was very swollen and I could feel a little drip running down my leg so I knew he could tell this was getting to me. I knew he wouldn't punish me for that, though, because I think he liked seeing me like this: a Domme kneeling in front of him with a heavily marked ass, a vibrator between her legs, dripping with excitement and perfectly silenced and composed and she was instructed to be. If I was on the other side, I knew I would be beaming with happiness.

I think another minute went by and I could feel my thighs starting to shake. Unfortunately for me, I was about to have an orgasm and I did NOT know what to do. Do I tell him? Do I hold it? Do I let it go and risk getting beaten again or could I sneak it out without making any noise? Ugh...doubtful. Fuck, this was hard! I was still internally debating with myself when, all of a sudden, I felt him quickly shove a dildo in my pussy as far as it would go. At that moment, because I wasn't remaining focused, I screamed and let my orgasm fly out of my body. To my surprise, he started fucking me with the dildo as I continued to come. My arms collapsed and I lost my position, succumbing to the overwhelming feeling enveloping me. When I was finally done, Tristan withdrew the dildo from me and started to laugh.

"Lisa...you are terribly predictable. Is this how you're going to impress my guests? By screaming and shaking like some whore?"

"Sir..." I said, breathlessly, trying to muster any sort of composure if, indeed, I had any left. "I'm...so sorry."

He chuckled again. "Oh, it's all right. You went longer this time so you're learning. We'll keep at that more aggressively and, hopefully, you'll learn not to come so quickly. All right. Time for your punishment for coming. Turn around."

I got back up on all fours and turned to face Tristan.

"Sit up," he commanded. I did as I was told and sat back on my heels with my hands on either thigh. "Take off my belt and hand it to me."

I reached up and started to remove the black leather belt from his soft gray trousers. Once free from the belt loops, I took the belt neatly in my hands, folded it in half, got back down on all fours and presented it to him properly. I knew this was how I liked people to present tools to me so I took a bit of initiative.

"Oh!" he said with surprise. "Very good, Lisa. Very good, indeed. Now, sit back up."

I couldn't help but feel proud. As he took the belt back from me, I sat back on my heels. He folded the belt in half and started to unzip his pants. When they dropped to the floor, he removed his briefs as well and, while I didn't necessarily need prompting for what I knew he wanted me to do next, he grabbed my head, put his fully erect cock on my lips and commanded me to "open." When I did, without any hesitation, he shoved his cock in my mouth and I instinctively started sucking. I looked up at him and he was staring at me with a huge smile on my face. "Good girl," he said as I continued.

I was starting to get a good rhythm and he was clearly enjoying himself as I heard little moans escaping his lips. I have to admit that I was enjoying myself, too. It had been a while since I'd given head to anyone and it was a nice connection to have with Tristan, especially because it was making him so happy. Then, he reached out and grabbed a big chunk of hair from the back of my head and started forcing me down further in an attempt to take more of him in. He quickly started moving my head back and forth and, because it had been a while, I wasn't used to that so it was getting hard and I could feel myself starting to choke and, eventually, I did. When he heard me, he pulled out of my mouth, lifted my head up to meet his gaze and, shaking my head he said, "Heh...naughty girl. Turn around." I got down on all fours and turned around remembering to keep the same position I was in before. I knew the belt was coming. Sure enough, I felt it against my ass and it was so sharp, I couldn't breathe. I could feel tears well up in my eyes and I tried not to make a sound. I exhaled softly but the sting remained.

"That's not the only one, dear. Count them. I want to hear the pain in your voice."

My voice quivering, I managed to say "one" softly and, as soon as I did, the belt came down hard on me again. Building on top of the first hit, this sting was even greater and I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks. I had to maintain my composure but my ass was already so tender from the paddle that the belt was excruciating. I'm a very stubborn woman but I felt that I was about to break.

"Lisa?" he said.

"T-two." I said, trying my hardest not to let him know that I was crying.

Again, the belt came down, this time landing a little lower on my thighs. Being that they are probably the most sensitive spot on my body, I couldn't take the pain and I started to sob. I stayed in my position but I could not remain silent anymore. I knew I would be doubly punished for breaking my enforced silence but relieving myself this way, at this moment, was more important than his orders. I felt his hand on my head, petting my hair and he knelt down beside me.

"Shhh, shhh..." he said. "Lisa, please...sit back and look at me." I did as I was told and he brushed the hair back from my face.

"Three," I said and laughed a little through my tears.

He sighed deeply and took me in his arms. "Are you all right? Can you continue?"

I just sat there looking in his eyes which were genuinely full of concern. I was searching inside myself, at this point, wondering whether or not I could continue but, of course, I had to. I knew I could end all of this right at that moment but I felt this inherent need to continue with my training. I knew that if I did, I would come out of this stronger. Right then, my weakness was expected. I knew it wouldn't last and I didn't want to feel weak anymore. So, with that resolved, I nodded and Tristan smiled.

"If you're sure..." he said, probing for a retraction.

"I'm sure, Sir. Please continue to train me."

"Very well, dear." he said. "Turn back to me and open your mouth."

We both went back to where we were and I continued my duties. This time, it was easier to take him in and I had very little problems when he started moving my head according to the pace he desired. This time, though, he seemed to take it a bit easier on me because he would move my head a little and then let me compose myself when he felt that I was going to choke. We repeated this until he was ready to come. He let himself go in a tissue and I was internally grateful that he didn't come on me. I think he knew that I would find something like that repulsive. I couldn't help but feel, though, that if I were to be used in this manner for one of his guests at the party, which I was sure I would be, they might not be so thoughtful. When he had cleaned up and dressed himself again, he reached out his hands and I placed mine in his. He stood me up and took me in his arms in a very close embrace. "You did incredibly well, Lisa. Incredibly. Are you all right?"

I looked at him and said, "Permission to speak freely, Sir?"

"Absolutely, Lisa."

"Tristan...I...don't know what to say. I feel...great!"

He grinned from ear to ear. "What do you mean?"

I shook my head. "I don't know. I...have never felt anything like that. When you were hitting me with the belt, it hurt so incredibly bad but I wasn't necessarily focused on that. I was more focused on not disappointing you. ...and then I started to cry and I'm really, really sorry about that."

"No, no," he said. "It's all right. Really, it is. Do you understand what I'm trying to teach you, though?"

"Um, sort of," I said, honestly.

"All right" he confessed, "I have this vision of you as an object to be used. Nothing turns me on more than that. I want to see you stripped of all personality. I don't want you to be seen as a person. More of a...thing. I know it sounds...well...God-awful when I put it that way but you need to be trained to be devoid of your personality. That's why I'm commanding you be still and be silent. My hope is that, by tomorrow, you'll be somewhat, er...mindless. It's...not coming out quite the way I want it to but..."

I put up my hand and shook my head. "Tristan, I know exactly what you mean. I don't quite know how to put into words exactly what I'm feeling but it's comforting, it's wonderful, surprisingly, and I want more."

He seemed delighted. "Well, there will be more. Much more. After all, it's only 8:30 and we still have a long day ahead of us. What's going to happen next is I want you to play around with being on your own. You're going to be wearing a very tight leather hood tomorrow and you won't be able to hear much or see anything so you need to know what it's like to be perfectly alone and find some form of contentment within that." With that, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a simple ball gag. "This is not for punishment. Rather, it is merely a training tool to help you be able to maintain silence. You're going to wear this for the rest of the day unless I need your mouth for something. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I said. Before he put it on, he asked me if there was anything I needed before my speech was taken away. Shaking my head, he commanded me to open my mouth wide and he placed it firmly inside. He buckled the straps very tightly around my head and asked if it was too tight. Again, I shook my head no. He commanded me to get back down on all fours.

"Now, Lisa, the purpose of this exercise is so you can feel more like my pet. You must crawl everywhere you go. You can not use your words because pets don't speak. If you need my attention, you must come up with some way to get it. Do you understand?"

I looked up at him and nodded. "Good," he said. "I'm going to go prepare something to eat for us, then," and he disappeared toward the kitchen.

His house, although very large, was warm and comfortable so I crawled over to the large windows overlooking his garden where, I found out, the party was going to be held. I was grateful that I wouldn't have to crawl around on hard floors or gravel or anything like that. I knew that would be uncomfortable to the point where I probably wouldn't be able to last very long so the thought of cool grass underneath my palms and knees calmed me. I sat back down on my heels and stared out at the picturesque garden which was English to a tee. Topiaries were placed just so around a beautiful fountain, flowers in different shades of pink, purple and blue created just the right amount of color and little wooden benches were placed on either side of the fountain. I tried to envision myself out there held next to Tristan by my leash. I had no idea what was going to happen to me tomorrow but I really didn't care at this point. Much like I feel when I sort of transform into Kathryn, I could feel myself slipping away into this carefree, mindless pet like Tristan had hoped I would become. I had no hesitations. I felt extremely safe. This was far more pleasant than I had imagined and I was happy that I had accepted his proposal.

Before too long, I could smell something delicious coming from the kitchen and I was excited because he had worked up quite the appetite in me. I heard his voice call to me from the kitchen. "Lisa! Come!"

Instinctively, I crawled out of the living room, across the hallway and into the kitchen where Tristan was just setting a plate down at the island in the middle. When he sat down on one of the bar stools, I crawled over to him and gently nudged his leg with my head. He looked down at me and, with a smile, whispered, "You do catch on quickly. Are you hungry?" I eagerly nodded. "Sit," he commanded and I sat back on my heels. "Good girl," he said and reached out to remove my gag. Setting it on the table, he reached back down and patted my head then turned back to his plate. He cut a piece of his omelet that he had made and fed it to me. Along with everything else that had already transpired, this was the first time that I've ever been fed. It was weird to me but it was also very nice. I felt his care and compassion with every bite he let me have and I was starting to feel very close and connected with him...more than I ever have before.

When breakfast was over, he replaced my gag and shooed me away. The beatings I had received earlier paired with a very filling omelet was making me sleepy and I decided, as pets do, to take a nap in the sunlight by the windows where I was sitting earlier. Curling up in a little ball, I could feel myself slipping away into a peaceful slumber and before I knew it, I was out like a light.

I have no idea what time it was when I awoke but pets have no concept of time so I didn't concern myself with things that wouldn't matter. I blinked my eyes awake and stretched out on the carpet. The sunlight was still strong through the windows but it was higher now so it must have been early in the afternoon. I got up and smoothed out my hair as much as I could but I'm sure it looked awful. Maybe if I found Tristan, he would brush it for me. I got up on all fours and tried to listen for any sound coming in the house. I heard someone talking like it was from the television but I was already in the living room and he wasn't there. I crawled to the kitchen...nothing. Looking past the kitchen, however, I saw a shadow move. Listening more closely, the voices talking were getting a little louder now so I followed the sound around the corner to a room in Tristan's house that I was not yet familiar with. From the looks of it, I guess it would be considered Tristan's "man cave." It looked like a den straight out of the 50s: brown leather lounge chairs, a fully stocked bar with, seemingly, every type of scotch ever made, a nine foot pool table was over to the side and there were patio doors leading out to a smoking deck. I slowly peeked my head around the corner and Tristan was in there, all right, but there was no television. It was somebody else! I quickly sat back and my heart jumped in my throat. Oh no...what if that was someone that knew who I was? Oh but I'm sure he wouldn't do that to me...would he? I had no idea what to do. Just as I was about to crawl away, a pair of black shoes appeared beneath my eyes. Looking up, I met Tristan's gaze which, shockingly, was a happy one. For some reason, I thought he would be mad but he wasn't.

"Look who's up from her nap!" he exclaimed with a chuckle. He pulled out my leash from his pocket and attached it to my collar. Walking me into the room, he stopped by the man he was having a drink with. "William, I'd like you to meet my little pet for tomorrow."

The man looked at me with delight. "Well, isn't she a pretty little thing?" he said as he looked me over. "Has she been trained?"

"She's working on it. Loses focus here and there but she takes correction well." This was something new to me as well...being talked about like I really was some sort of animal. It was interesting and certainly nothing I was offended by. I just tried to stay focused as much as possible.

William sat down on one of the lounge chairs. He looked at me and said "come." I crawled over to him and sat on my heels looking at him. He was exceedingly handsome and, if I were to guess, I would say he was about Tristan's age. I didn't know what their relationship was at this point but I was just glad at the fact that I had no idea who he was and I'm pretty sure he didn't know me, either. He had short grey hair and very intense blue eyes, which captivated me. His gaze met mine and his half-smile told me he had something up his sleeve.

"Tristan, do you mind?"

"Not at all," he said and went to the bar to refresh his glass.

Without much hesitation, William undid his belt and unzipped his pants. He pulled out his cock and then reached for my gag. Once it was removed he said, "Go ahead, little one." I scooted closer and put his cock in my mouth. He was a little bigger than Tristan, so again, I had to re-adjust and make sure I didn't choke. I half expected William to sort of be in the moment with me but, to my surprise, he reached over to the end table where his drink was and picked up the newspaper and started reading. Yet another new concept...being ignored. I am CERTAINLY not used to that but I just continued sucking.

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