Chapter 1: Submission

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Romantic, Lesbian, BiSexual, Heterosexual, BDSM, DomSub, MaleDom, FemaleDom, Spanking, Rough, Light Bond, Humiliation, Sadistic, Gang Bang, Group Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Sex Toys, Enema, Cream Pie, Foot Fetish, Violent, .

Desc: BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1: Submission - Valerie Burbon is a top ad executive who regularly puts in 60 hour weeks and relaxes her tensions by a really good weekend fuck. This weekend, she encounters Charles Vanquil, who introduces her to the sensuous and frightening world of domination and submission. Soon, she is deep into the lifestyle, finding her submissive nature by submitting to Charles. Will this life destroy her, or is the willing submissive, open to total control by a strong Master or Mistress, the person she was meant to be?

"This has been the week from hell," Valerie thought to herself. All week she had been working 10-12 hour days, desperately trying to get the Hopkins account finished on time. "At least the account is done and the presentation went off without a hitch. Now I can relax, at least until Monday." She knew just what she wanted tonight. Nothing would relax and unwind her like a night on the town, getting picked up and letting some hunk fuck her brains out.

She made it home by 6:00 and took a long, hot bath. About the time the water was feeling cool, her tense muscles had loosened up a bit. She toweled off and took a moment to check out her 5' 8" body. While not possessing a super-model figure, she had managed to keep the excess fat off and her breasts and ass firm. All that time in the gym working out was still paying excellent dividends. She donned a sheer, red pair of panties, just large enough to cover the important parts, but not leaving much to the imagination of whoever got that far. A matching lace bra said, "fuck me," in eloquent style.

She decided to go for a casual outer look. The dark blue blouse up top and knee high skirt in a lighter shade of blue. With freshly shaved legs, she could dispense with stockings of any kind, though going for the garter look was tempting. Her silver pair of low heels would finish the outfit. Looking in the mirror again, she was pleased with what she saw. Just a hint of red showed in her cleavage, a tempting promise of what might be to come. With her hair loose to just below the back of her shoulders, she knew she was ready.

"I should just get to The Gotham Club by 9:00," she thought to herself. The club had great dancing music and attracted a large mix of hot men and women. Even if she did not get picked up (perish the thought), she would have fun.

The cab got her there by 8:55. A discrete and tidy tip at the door got her to the head of the line waiting to get in. As she moved into the club, she could hear the sounds of some smooth jazz from tonight's band. The dance floor was about half full with couples doing a slow dance. "I can still turn heads, I see," she smiled to herself. Once at the bar, she ordered a whiskey sour and took a visible position at one corner.

It didn't take long for the dance invitations to come. While the first couple where decent dancers, she noticed that both had left other women alone to ask her, so she limited them to just one dance before moving on. The last thing she needed was to have some angry girlfriend cause a scene. That would not lead to relaxing and unwinding.

It was 45 minutes and another whisky sour later when he caught her eye. Val knew very few men that had the confidence to wear a silk to the club scene, especially blue silk shirt and pants. He looked right at her while she was checking him out and smiled. Smiling back, she felt a rush of heat, as her body told her, "you go girl!"

He walked up and, with a small bow, asked, "May I have the pleasure of this dance, madam?"

Smooth and polite! A rare find. "Why yes, I would be delighted, sir."

The band had started a sprightly tune and he led her expertly around the floor. She could see others looking on in admiration at their combined skill on the floor (Valerie had always been a good dancer, but rarely able to show off for lack of a equally skilled partner). By the time the song finished, she was feeling winded and asked, "Would you like to sit one out while a lady catches her breath?"

"I would be honored by your company, provided you allow me the pleasure of buying the next drink."

"I would no sooner deny such a gallant offer, than deny myself breath."

She ordered a margarita this time, while he got a screwdriver. They talked, mostly about her, while they drank. He seemed genuinely interested in her and her life. When she asked about him, he was open, but always seemed to turn the conversation back to her. He was an investment broker and his name was Charles Vanquil. Unmarried, with no sign of missing ring, he was just hoping to have a good time and maybe meet an interesting person or two, a goal that had already been met. She told him about working at the agency and how much stress the last week had been.

When a slow number started, he asked her to dance again and she let him lead her out onto the floor. He held her close as they moved slowly across the floor. A couple of minutes into the dance, he let his hands drift down to her rear end and began to slowly and softly knead her ass. When she made no move to push him away, he began to caress her back with one hand and kept up the kneading with the other.

"Just what kind of unwinding where you hoping for?" he whispered.

"Something more than what you're doing now. Something that needs a little more privacy than a dance floor."

"You must be more clear than this. I like it when a woman tells me exactly what she wants, in no uncertain terms. I can dance all night, but if you want more, be explicit."

"My God!" she thought to herself, "Does he want me to ask for a fucking, right here on the dance floor?" Out loud, she responded, "You know, something long, hard and getting to all the right places."

Charles stopped caressing and kneading her, though he kept dancing. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Valerie. You'll have to be much more clear than that."

Frustrated, she tried to rub against his hands herself, but he held her firmly enough that she could not pull it off. She realized that he was not going to make any move what so ever unless she asked for it specifically. She would never forgive herself if she allowed him to get away. "Charles," she whispered into his ear, "I want you to take me home with you and fuck me all night long."

"You have only but to ask, my dear. Shall we retire to my car?"

She let herself be led outside. A valet took his ticket and returned with a blue Mercedes. He opened the passenger door for her, then got in and drove away from the club. While he drove, he let his right hand reach over and caress her leg softly. He seemed to have a magic touch, as his every caress excited her. As they pulled onto the freeway, he deftly unbuttoned a couple more buttons on her blouse, revealing her red lace bra. His hand drifted into her blouse and lightly caressed her breasts. She responded immediately with erect nipples and increased warmth.

When she started to reach over to return the caresses, he placed her hand back on her lap. "Mustn't distract the driver, my dear."

There was another 15 minutes of this one sided foreplay until they reached his house. Actually, it was more mansion than house. He parked the car outside the front door. He got out and opened her door for her. Once she was out, he kissed her softly on the lips and re-buttoned the ones he had undone. "Patience, darling, we have all night." By the hand, he led her in the door as she wondered just how this was going to work out. She had never had a lover re-dress her after starting foreplay.

"Charles must be a very good broker," she thought to her self as Val admired the plush entryway that led to a living room centered around a black slate fireplace. The sofa he sat her at was an unusual combination of plush and firm. Once seated, he began to caress her again through her clothes this time. The beginnings of arousal from the car that had faded, grew anew. She responded by reaching out to return his touch, but he stopped her hands, gently pushing them behind her and holding them with one hand.

"Let me make love to you. I want to make you feel special. You'll have plenty of opportunity to return my affections."

While she could have freed her hands with ease (he only held them loosely), she allowed herself to be restrained, feeling unaccountably wanton as a result. His free hand continued to caress her, but never straying inside her blouse or under her skirt. She thought it odd that he did not seem to want to go any further. His touches did not fail to arouse her, however. The feeling of restraint seemed to heighten the feelings. She could feel her skin flushing as her excitement grew. Her nipples were stiffening in erection and she could feel her pussy lubricating in anticipation of more focused attention.

That focused attention was not coming, however. Charles continued to caress her body without reaching inside her clothes. The only skin he touched was that not covered by clothing in the first place. As her excitement reached new levels, she began to squirm under his ministrations. He responded by holding her hands more tightly and pulling her firmly against the sofa, limiting her movement. His caresses began to feel relentless, as he forced her arousal to higher and higher levels, but leaving her unable to respond to it as she wished.

"Please fuck me. I need your cock in my cunt."

"You're not ready yet," he whispered. "I want you unable to even beg for it. Just lie back and enjoy the ride, love."

Valerie moaned in frustration. She tried to free her hands, but they were now held tightly and she could not get loose. "The ride" was exciting, frustrating and powerful all at the same time. She begged and pleaded with him to tear her clothes off and fuck her, over and over again. He ignored her pleas and just continued the torturously gentle assault on her body. She lost all track of time (in reality, she was deliciously tortured for 30 minutes), as she reached a state of incoherence, unable to even vocalize her needs.

"Do you want to cum, my dear?"

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"What will you do for an orgasm?"

"Anything! Just fuck me!"

"Me first. I want you to fuck me with your mouth."

"What? I don't understand."

"If you want to cum, you will fuck me with just your mouth. And you will swallow every drop. If you don't, I'll stop and have a cab take you home. It's up to you."

Valerie was confused and desperate. Her pussy was screaming to be filled and ravished. If he wanted a blowjob, why had he not asked earlier? "Yes, I'll blow you," she screamed.

He released her hands and opened his pants as she got down on her knees in front of him. When she brought her hands up, he caught them and ordered her, "No. I want you to fuck my cock with just your mouth, not with your hands. Keep your hands behind you. And remember, you need to swallow everything if you want to cum."

Freed from his pants, his cock stood straight up, rock hard and leaking pre-cum. She wasted no time taking him into her mouth. If he wanted to be fucked, that was what she would do. She bobbed her head up and down, moving his cock in and out like her mouth was a pussy he was fucking. She could taste his pre-cum, mixing with her saliva and making his cock slippery. "His control must be phenomenal," she thought. He did not thrust against her face for several minutes, just sitting there as she sucked and bobbed and tongued him for all she was worth.

Her arousal began to fade a little now that he was no longer touching her. She moaned with frustration as those intensely glorious feelings began to fade. At last, she could feel his cock tensing over and over again, as he sought to put off his orgasm as long as possible. Suddenly, he grabbed her head and held it against his crotch. Holding her breath, she felt the first hot loads of cum splatter against the inside of her mouth. She tried to swallow, but her mouth was so filled with cock, that she could not make her throat work properly. Try as she might, she could not hold his load and his cock at the same time, and some of his cum leaked out and dripped down her chin and on to the carpet below her.

He finally released her head and she was able to pull back enough to swallow what was left in her mouth. As he stopped spurting, she used her lips to milk the rest out of his cock, swallowing all she could. Done milking him, she lifted her head and begged, "Please Charles, fuck me. I need to be fucked."

She despaired at his reply, "But Valerie, you did not do as you were told. You've let some of my cum go to waste." He brought his finger down to her chin and scooped up what was there, holding his fingers for her to lick. She did, in a desperate attempt to satisfy his demands. It did no good.

"If you can't even do this one thing for me, why should I do anything for you?"

"I'll do anything, Charles, just fuck me. Give me an orgasm."

"Well, first, finish eating what you let spill. We can't let that go to waste."

Her revulsion at licking cum off the carpet was not as strong as her craving for a filled and ravished pussy. She bent down and used her fingers to scoop the globs of cum that had dripped down to the carpet into her mouth. When she was finished, he said, "Now I want your panties and bra. Not just for now, but permanently. Agree that they are mine."

"Yes, you can have them."

She quickly took her blouse off, popping two buttons in the process. She removed the bra and then dropped her skirt and tore her panties off. Giving both to him, she begged again, "Please fuck me now."

"I'm afraid that I can't fuck you. My cock has gone soft. I did agree to let you have an orgasm, though. Climb up on the sofa and lie down over the arm."

Moaning, she did as he said. He began caressing her again, as he had before, this time unhampered by clothes. Still well aroused, she reached the previous heights quickly. He brought her hands to the small of her back again and held them there with one hand while the other reached down and attacked her pussy (finally!). Holding her tightly against the sofa arm, he prevented her from thrusting back against his hand. He was maddeningly slow and gentle. Over and over, his hand rubbed her pussy lips gently, never touching her clit or penetrating her. She could feel pussy juice being spread all over the front of herself.

"Please. Go faster. Fuck me with your hand. I need to be fucked."

"Call me sir," he ordered.

"Please sir, fuck me with your hand. Rub my clit, I'm begging you."

With that, he reached underneath and shoved two fingers into her pussy. In and out they went, faster and faster. She cried out in ecstasy, "Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" As she became unable to put words together again, he took his fingers out and plunger in his thumb, letting the fingers finally reach her clit, sending her over the edge.

She cried out something vaguely like, "Oh God! Oh God! Yes! Yes!" as her body shuddered in climax. She orgasmed for over a minute until her body collapsed under his hands.

"You know that you are lovely when you're cumming."

"My God. I've never felt like that before. That was incredible. I never though a hand could bring so much pleasure."

"This is just a taste of what you can have, Valerie. I can show you heights that you have never dreamed of. Would you like to go there with me?"

"Oh yes! I would give anything to feel this again and more."

"I know you would, and you will give anything and everything."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't think about that now. We've done enough tonight. You should go home and rest. Go ahead and get dressed while I call you a cab."

When he left, she realized that she was too spent to do more tonight anyway. Looking for her bra and panties, she realized that he had taken them with him. "I guess he was serious about keeping them," she thought out loud. Putting her blouse and skirt back on, she realized that she smelled strongly of sex. He returned and she asked, "May I clean up before I leave."

"No, I don't think so my dear. I want everyone you meet tonight on the way home to know you've been well and truly fucked. If you want to explore even greater heights of pleasure, return to the club tomorrow by 8 o'clock. I want you to wear something more revealing this time. Let the world know that you're there looking for a fucking. And don't wear any under things. You agreed that those are mine from now on."

He led her to the front door to find the cab already there. With the two missing buttons and no bra, her breasts were all but exposed to anyone who could see her. He gave the cab far more than was needed to get her home and sent her on her way.

Inside the cab, she could smell her sex aroma filling the car. The cabbie looked at her repeatedly with raw lust in his eyes. She could tell he was taking an indirect route to her apartment, but was loathe to speak to him, not sure just how her voice would sound. She did not want to give him any wrong impressions.

Eventually, they arrived at her place and she quickly got out of the cab and went inside. She felt fortunate that she met no one on the trip to her flat. Once inside, she took a hot shower, cleaning the remains of her arousal and orgasm from her body. Once she was dry, she climbed into bed and fell asleep in minutes.

Valerie woke up late Saturday morning. "That was the strangest and most intense sexual experience I have ever had. I can't believe how worked up Charles had me last night. If there is even more to be had, I just have to get it." She spent the morning and afternoon taking care of various household chores that the previous week's hectic schedule had let go by the way side. A good part of that time was spent mildly aroused, as she found her thoughts turning repeatedly towards the possibilities tonight.

She started getting ready for the night's excitement around 4, figuring early would be better than late. She wasn't sure how serious Charles had been about punctuality. Based on last night, Val was sure that he would be unpredictable. A bubble bath, followed by careful attention to her makeup brought out the gorgeous in her that she could not afford to let out at work. She had never gone out with out under wear before, so felt understandably nervous about the process. She opted for a dark red dress this time. The upper half consisted of two interlocking straps that crossed her breasts and back, covering what needed to be covered and supporting her breasts in place of a bra, while leaving a good portion of her back and front deliciously visible. At her hips, the straps joined forces to form a short skirt that stopped mid-thigh. With no panties, she would have to be careful how she sat, unless she wanted to give onlookers a show to remember. Topping off her, "on the prowl," look were sheer stockings and a garter belt that was just hidden by the dress. Black three-inch heels finished the look, extending the apparent length of her legs.

She was out the door by 6:30. She figured a cab was called for, as she was expecting to go to his place again tonight. The cab had her at The Gotham Club by 7. The line was terrible, normal for a Saturday night. Valerie was shocked when the doorman refused her bribe and made her go to the end of the line. Even her concern at how long it would take to get inside did not prevent her from enjoying the looks and stares she got from the others in line. She looked hot and plenty of men (and women) let her know it in one way or the other.

The line moved in fits and stops. She had not expected to be standing in these heels for this long. She had hoped to spend the hour waiting for 8 o'clock sitting inside and enjoying another whiskey sour. By 8, she was still 25 people back. She could not see any sign of Charles outside. She hoped he was waiting inside and understood the difficulties of getting in on a Saturday night.

At 8:15, she had advanced to only 10 back, when Charles came out of the club, looking upset. He strode purposely towards his car, she assumed, and did not even notice her. The noise from inside was too loud to shout over, so she left the line (drawing a few confused looks) and hurried after him.

"Charles", she called out, "wait up. I've been here since 7."

He turned towards her, his face angry. "Why are you bothering me? I told you to be at the club at 8. If you can't have the courtesy to be on time, why should I bother with you?"

"I was on time. I got here at 7."

"Outside in line, is not at the club. You should have made sure you were inside by 8, not letting me cool my heels inside while you enjoyed the night air. If you can't follow such simple instructions, I don't want anything else to do with you."

"Please Charles. I really want to spend the night with you. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you? I really did try, but the doorman would not take my money like he did last night."

He seemed to soften a bit. "So you had a plan, but it did not work. You should have had a back up plan. I'd like to believe you. I enjoyed last night tremendously as well. What would you be willing to do to show me how sorry you are?"

"Anything. Just tell me what I need to do."

Valerie did not notice the predatory aspect to the smile that crossed his face at that, "I tell you what. If you will promise to do anything I ask tonight, I'll reconsider leaving you here."

Valerie hesitated a moment, not quite sure what, "anything I want," would entail. Thinking that he was talking about sex, she figured that whatever he wanted sexually would lead to more intense pleasure like last night. "Okay, I agree. What ever you ask, I'll do."

"That's my girl. Come on, the club is far too crowded to enjoy ourselves tonight. I know another place that won't be as crowded."

He led her to his car and opened the door for her. Once he was inside, he told her, "Open the glove box. There is something in there I want you to put on."

When she opened it up, the only thing inside was a dog collar. It was made from red leather and studded with small steel studs all around it. "You want me to put on a dog collar?"

"You're not going to make me regret changing my mind, are you? You did say you would do whatever I asked. I'm asking you to put on that collar."

She thought of getting out, but the car was already moving. And she did want some incredible sex tonight. Remembering how his restraining her had heightened the excitement, she figured this might have a similar effect. And it was not an unattractive collar, that happened to match her dress. "No. I was just startled is all," she replied as she put the collar around her neck.

When she realized just where they were going, she started to feel rising embarrassment. The Crystal Match was an exclusive club for members only. Of course it would not be too crowded. She realized that the city's most powerful people would potentially be there and she was going to be seen by all of them in a dog collar. She reached up to the collar and his arm shot out, grabbing her wrist. "I did not say take it off. It stays on until I say it comes off."

Her face made an attempt to match the color of her dress as her embarrassment grew. He pulled up to the valet service and the doors were promptly opened. "Mr. Vanquil. It's a pleasure to have you back, sir. Will you be wanting your usual private room?"

As he gave the valet the keys, he answered, "No, I and my companion will take dinner in the main dining room. I do have a package in the safe. Could you see that it is brought to my table with our drinks?"

"Of course, sir. I'll see to it."

While the head valet did not react to her, the others, waiting to park cars for members, snuck not so well disguised looks at Valerie. To her increasing embarrassment, the looks were not concentrated on her breasts or ass, but at her neck. Charles led her into the club.

The interior of the club dripped opulence. Marble floors, hardwood walls, elegant artwork were all combined in exquisite taste to provide the feeling that you were in the presence of royalty of old. Impeccably mannered servants saw to their every need, taking Charles' jacket and showing them to a table in the main dining hall. He ordered drinks for them, a whiskey sour for her and a tom collins for himself. The drinks were delivered shortly with a small package.

He handed her the package, saying, "I would like you to put these on as well."

She opened the box with trepidation. It was too large to be jewelry. Inside were two fur lined lengths of leather about 8 inches long and an inch wide. There were fasteners at each end that would be covered by the fur. More curiously, there were small steel rings set into the leather, almost entirely covered by the fur. Anticipating her confusion on just what to do with them, he informed her, "They go on your wrists."

After a bit of fumbling, she managed to get the leather cuffs on. They were not uncomfortable, but she could not see a purpose to them. They actually fit quite snugly. Curious, she asked, "Just what are these things? I've never seen anything like them."

"You'll understand by the end of the night," he replied cryptically.

All through dinner, she could feel the stares from the staff and patrons. It was weird to have her neck and wrists get more looks than the more traditional areas of her body (though they received looks as well). By the time dinner was over (an excellent Peking Duck), she had gotten a little used to the collar and cuffs. She was still aware of the looks she was attracting, but they were not as much of a source of embarrassment as they had been at first.

They both declined dessert, having had plenty with the meal itself. After confirming that the dinner should be added to his monthly dues, they left and retrieved the car. He helped her into the car again, only this time he quickly grabbed each wrist and held it to the side of the seat until there was a clicking noise. Valerie realized that she could not lift her hands up from the seat. "Charles, what..."

"Shhh! Doing whatever I ask includes letting me do what ever I want. Just relax and enjoy the ride."

Embarrassment hit again full force as she realized that her predicament was obvious to the valet staff. She also recognized that signature line of his. The sexual games had started. Again, she found herself unable to participate in whatever they were gong to be, only this time the restraint was more sure than his hands. Once he was in, he reached over and fastened her lap and shoulder belts, pulling her dress from under her ass, leaving it sitting directly on the leather seat itself. He then started the car and pulled out into traffic.

As he drove, she realized that they were not going directly to his house. He seemed to be seeking out the most congested traffic. At one stop light, a panel truck on one side of them and a semi on the other, he reached over and pulled the straps on her dress off her shoulders and down her arms, leaving her breasts totally exposed!

"Charles! What are you doing?" she cried as her hands struggled in the cuffs.

"I'm doing what I want to do. I want to show you off to anyone who wants to look. I want the world to see just how ready for fucking you are. Now we're going to drive around for a while. Just how long will depend on how much you complain about your situation. And it's pretty clear that your actually enjoying yourself."

At that last comment, Valerie realized that her nipples were quite erect. She still did not want to be displayed this way, but if complaining was going to extend it, she could keep her objections to herself. For the next hour, they drove all over town. Again and again, she saw people glancing and then staring at her exposed breasts. In spite of the humiliation this caused, she became very aroused. Her tits stayed erect the whole time and by the time the hour was up, her pussy was leaking onto the seat.

At another stop light, he reached over and felt under her dress. "I see you've been enjoying yourself." His brief caress of her pussy lips sent a jolt through her body. "I'll let you make a choice. We can drive around for another hour, finding new people to show you off to, or we can drive straight home. But, to go straight home, your dress will have to be pulled up, allowing anyone to see your pussy as well."

She thought about it. From where they were, it was a fifteen minute drive, through lightly traveled streets. There should not be too much danger in that. "I'll take the straight drive to the house." Thinking to herself, "This is a turn on too. It's weird that something I don't like can be a turn on."

With her answer, he reached over and pulled her dress up to her waist, exposing her pussy. Then he surprised her by tilting her seat all the way back, increasing the exposure even more. With the seat back, her arms were stretched tight, totally unable to move, not even a fraction of an inch. After opening the sunroof, he started to drive again.

Five minutes later, she realized how well he had planned things. The straight route passed through a night time construction zone! They had to drive slowly past dozens of men while she was essentially strapped down, pussy and tits exposed. The workers would be close enough to see how aroused she was, and the open sunroof guaranteed that no one would miss a thing. Valerie could not bear to open her eyes and see the lust filled faces of all those men. She felt her entire body blushing as whistles and catcalls seemed to sound out in an endless torrent. Several times the car stopped for, she assumed, a flagman. She just knew that there were dozens of men looking down on her.

"Valerie, I want you to open your eyes and show how much you enjoy the show you're giving the gentlemen."

She opened her eyes and saw five smiling faces looking back at her. She forced a smile as they blatantly stared at her revealed charms. She could smell the tar that was being poured onto the road ahead at one particularly long stop. While they sat and men watched, Charles reached over and began to caress her pussy (that brought a few cheers from the onlookers). As aroused as she was, her body could not help but respond. He ran a finger up and down her slit, barely penetrating and avoiding her clit. She could not help but moan in response to his touches. Frustratingly, she could not reach orgasm, since he could not reach her sufficiently from the driver's seat. By the time they started moving again, she was a puddle of desire, desperate to be fucked.

Once they were moving again, he stopped touching her, letting her stew in her own arousal. The last five minutes were torture as she felt the heights she had reached descending once again. When they reached his house, he got out and got into the trunk, with her still trapped in her seat. As he opened her door and let her seat back up again, she saw that he had a leash in his hand. He fastened it to the clasp of her collar, put her upper dress back into position (the lower would fall back into place as she stood) and unfastened her wrists from where they were trapped. At this point she was needy enough and sufficiently past embarrassment to not complain about the leash.

Helping her to her feet, he led her by the collar to the front door and into the house. Once inside, he turned to her and said, "I want you to take your dress off. We both know that you're here to get royally fucked, so no hiding what you want when you're in my house."

Thinking it safe now, she slipped out of her dress, leaving it on the floor when he indicated for her to do so. They then proceeded into the living room where, unlike last night, they were met by a gentleman, dressed in tails, who turned to them, and after looking her up and down once, turned and said, "Master Charles. Will you be needing the services of the household staff tonight?"

"Yes, have Sally prepare the second master bedroom. I anticipate being there all night. And have Diane arrive early in the kitchen. We may well be very hungry in the morning. Oh, have the lady's dress laundered and ready for her in the morning. I believe she left it in the front hall."

"Very well sir. I'll see to it immediately. Will there be anything else, sir?"

"No, I believe we can handle anything else ourselves."

The butler went off to give the instructions as Charles turned to Valerie. "Darling, I hope you've enjoyed the night so far. We're going to have a wonderful time and as long as you do whatever I say, you will experience things that will make last night pale in comparison."

"I ... I don't know if I can do this. I've never felt so humiliated in my life. I feel terrified of what's going to happen next."

"Yes you can do it. In fact, you don't really have a choice. You made a promise and I will make sure you keep it. In addition, it's obvious that you've enjoyed things so far. Just look at how your body is responding. Let your fear go and revel in the sensations of the moment. I promise that you'll come to desire, no, crave the games that we've played tonight and will play in the future. Will you trust me and let me have control tonight?"

"I'll try. I'm as afraid of panicking and ruining everything as I am of what will happen."

"There is something you can do that might help you get into the spirit of the evening. You've promised to do whatever I say and let me do whatever I want. Embrace this night by thinking of me as, and calling me, Master for the rest of the night."

Charles watched as she struggled with the idea he had planted in her head. He knew what was going though her mind. Master was a term loaded with promise, threat and emotion. She did not want to think of herself as a slave, but was enticed by the thought of not having to accept responsibility for what would happen. Valerie thought about the feelings she had felt so far tonight. There was embarrassment, humiliation, tremendous arousal, anticipation. She went to The Gotham Club in the hopes of a sexual experience that would surpass all others. She still wanted that experience. Last night, a small feeling of helplessness fueled a mind-blowing orgasm. Would letting herself become truly helpless fuel an even bigger sexual high? Could she forgive herself if she didn't try to find out? She convinced herself, in the end, that it was just for one night. If it was a bad one, she would simply never come back.

"I will try to be whatever you wish me to be, Master"

"Very good. You'll not regret it." He turned to an end table a pressed a button on it. In a matter of seconds, a young lady, no more than 25, entered, dressed in a maid outfit. "Sally, is the bedroom ready?"

"Yes sir."

"I want you to take Valerie upstairs and prepare her in the usual manner." To Valerie he instructed, "Valerie, you're to go with Sally here and do whatever she tells you to do. Let her do anything that she wants with you. I will join you when you are ready. For the rest of tonight, you're to address her as Mistress. Do you understand?"

Valerie gulped, "Yes Master, she is my Mistress for the rest of the night."

Charles handed Sally the leash and walked away. Once he was gone, Sally asked, "Have you ever done anything like this before?"

"No Mistress. This is the first time I have ever let a man or woman control me like this."

"If you enjoy it, it will be the most glorious thing you have ever experienced. I'll be honest, not everyone enjoys being submissive. There will be no hard feelings if you decide that you cannot handle it. But give it a true chance. I would hate you to miss something this fantastic out of fear. Now spread your legs apart. We need to finish your attire."

"Yes Mistress." Spreading her legs, she thought it curious that Sally would refer to attire, since she had none. Sally took a matching set of cuffs and fastened them about her ankles. Leading Val by the leash, Sally took her upstairs into a large bedroom dominated by a four poster, king sized, canopy bed. There was a sheet on the bed, but no other bedding. "Not surprising," she thought to herself, "I suspect I won't be sleeping much on it." There were leather straps on each of the four posts with clips on the ends. As they closed, Val saw that the straps could be shortened or lengthened with a crank-like mechanism.

"Get up on the bed and spread your arms and legs." She did and as Sally fastened the clips to the rings in her cuffs, she commented, "I would love to have you for myself for a while, but Master Charles never lets first timers be shared. They have to build up their levels of submission. I do hope that you will reach a point where being shared is something you can submit to."

"Mistress, I don't know. I have never been with a woman, and forgive me, but the thought is disturbing to me."

"You'd be surprised at how many straight women end up embracing lesbian domination," Sally answered as she tightened the straps. "In fact, some submit to it because it disturbs them. Being forced into something you don't like can be the most powerfully erotic submission ever."

"Now," Sally continued, sitting on the side of the bed, "you need to understand how we do things here. This is not rape. What happens will happen because you are willing for it to happen. To that end, we have a code system for you to let us know when things are too intense or simply more than you can take. We call them safe words. If you can talk, the words 'yellow light' will let us know that things are going too fast and too intense. We will slow down and give you a chance to get your bearings. 'Red light' will tell us that we've gone to far and you need to stop. If you are gagged, we will give you a rubber ball in one hand. If you need to say either safe word, simply let the ball go and we will ungag you and find out what's going on with you. Do you understand the system?"

"Yes Mistress. I think I will be able to deal with things better, knowing that I can stop if it's too much."

"Many feel that way. Most submissives report that their ability to, 'take it, ' is increased by the knowledge of safe words. Now, here's your ball. I'm going to gag you and do a few more preparations. Even when there is no one here, you'll be watched and someone will be able to respond to distress."

In spite of herself, Val found the idea that she was being watched exciting. Sally put a ball in her mouth that had a bungee like strap coming out of the sides that fitted around her head. The ball had a small hole drilled through it that allowed her to breath freely. Next, a blindfold was put over her eyes. Her vision was well cut off and the blind fit snuggly. She could hear Sally moving about the room, getting into drawers in the dressers she had seen earlier.

The next sensation she felt was something probing her ass. She tried to cry out, "Oh God!" but the gag was very effective and all that came out was a moan. The initial penetration was replaced by something slick and she realized that Sally was lubing her. This seemed to go on for some time and she suspected that Sally was getting what she could. Once she was well lubed, a larger and colder object entered her ass. She clenched against it at first, but the lube made it impossible to keep it (dildo?) out. What ever it was was fairly long, but when it reached the end, there was a sudden thinning that almost popped into her. She realized, after a couple of tries at bearing down that that thinner part was trapping it in her ass. Until someone pulled it out, it wasn't going anywhere.

Not surprisingly now, she felt another object entered her pussy. She was wet enough there that no lube was necessary. This one was longer and thicker than the one in her ass. It seemed to go in forever. While it did not have the bulge to hold it in, her pussy lips clenched at it, eliminating any chance of escape.

Then she could feel Sally on the bed, almost standing over her. When Sally got off the bed, however, she could feel something soft brushing up against her nipples. Whatever it was seemed to be brushing them back and forth at irregular intervals. She had just started to get used to the doubly filled feeling when she could feel Sally's hand between her legs and the two objects started to vibrate. She could just hear Sally's footsteps moving away and the door open and close. She realized she was alone (except for whatever mysterious watcher was present) with vibrators in her ass and pussy and something brushing her tits over and over. Her body responded quickly and she found herself fast approaching orgasm with no way to speed up or slow down. She was helpless before the assault of her mechanical lovers, and, she discovered, loved it.

As the vibrators buzzed merrily inside her and the mysterious devices brushed her tits repeatedly, Valerie reveled in the sensations that were building inside her. Little waves of pleasure rippled through her body, building her level of excitement steadily. Her pussy continued to lubricate and she could feel the juices trickle down to where the butt plug vibrator was lodged in her ass. A warm glow built up through out her body and her breath came in quicker and shallower gasps, whistling through the hole in her gag. She had reached the point where she was anticipating the first orgasm when the sensations stopped.

The vibrators had seemingly turned themselves off and her tits were no longer being stimulated. She moaned through her gag, trying to convey her desperation for sensation, unaware that no one was present and that the devices were on a cycling timer system. When she got no response to the minimal noises she was able to produce, she tried moving her body to create stimulation. Her bonds were so tight, however, that there was nothing she could do. Bereft of stimulation, her body descended from the high it had reached to the low levels of arousal she had entered the bedroom with.

She had just given up hope of any more pleasure before Charles' return when the devices turned themselves back on. The tit stimulators returned to work first. Able to concentrate on them alone, she figured out that they were made of feathers. As the tingles of arousal began to spread from her breasts, the vibrators came back on and the ride started all over again. Desperate to reach orgasm before they retreated from her again, she did the only things her body was able to do. Val lifted her chest as much as possible to increase the amount of tit that was being stimulated. She also clenched her ass and pussy rhythmically in an attempt to milk as much pleasure from the devices as possible. Her tactics seemed to be working. She was reaching the previous levels of excitement quicker (she thought, having lost all sense of time).

When the stop came this time, she had a little warning. The feathers pulled away from her breasts before the vibrators stopped. Desperately, she quickened her clenches, but to no avail. Maybe a minute before she would have climaxed, the vibrators stopped again. If not for the gag, a long wail of frustration would have escaped from her lips. As it was, only a long moan was to be heard in the otherwise empty room.

As her body began its descent again, she tried everything she could in an attempt to stay as aroused as possible so as to get a head start on the next cycle. She kept clenching against the silent phalluses plugging her holes and tried to reach the feathers that she assumed (correctly) had lifted themselves up. She also tried to think of the most erotic things she could. After a few thoughts of being fucked and giving head did not seem to help, she had the idea of Sally tying her up pass through her head. She realized that this was a incredible turn on. As her minds eye pictured each limb being pulled tight in its bonds, she thought, "Yes, tie me up, ravish my body."

When her imagination had her totally restrained, she did not picture the vibrators plugging her, but Sally herself beginning to caress her. While she was repelled by the thought of another woman making love to her, it was none the less arousing. The thoughts did not stop her excitement level from dropping, but it did not drop as fast or as far (in the back of her mind, she wondered how something that repulsed her could arouse her). When the relentless mechanical assault returned, she was ready for it and worked with it, using every one of the meager supply of tools at her disposal.

Her body tensed regularly as her chest lifts and her clenches proceeded in unison. She kept the mind show running, letting her imagination have free reign. Where it took her was shocking, as the imaginary Sally forced the bound Valerie to lick her pussy. She could not see it, but her whole body was flush with a sexual glow and a sheen of sweat covered her. So into getting an orgasm this time was she, that she did not hear the door open or Charles' approach across the carpeted floor.

When he reached down and stroked her clit, she jerked and moaned in surprise seconds before that vital stimulation sent her over the edge into an orgasm that made last night's pale in comparison She strained against her bonds in a mighty tug that left her arms and legs sore from the strain. The waves of intense pleasure seemed to wash over her for minutes. Just as she was coming off the first orgasm, the unstopping stimulation of her tits, pussy, ass and clit sent her over the edge again. This one seemed to last even longer (though it did not actually). It is fortunate that her hands clenched shut instead of opening or she might have dropped the ball.

As she came down from the second orgasm, the vibrators turned off and Charles' hand left her clit. He removed the rod from her pussy, leaving it with a strange empty feeling. The feathers no longer touched her breasts. Val could feel him moving around the bed before his hands touched her face and slipped the blindfold off. He brushed her hair away from her face and stared at her with naked desire.

He was naked, the first time she had seen him so. After giving her a few minutes to catch her breath, he asked, "Are you ready for more?" She nodded her head vigorously, moaning what she hoped would be understood as "Yes! Please don't stop now."

"First, it's my turn," he said as he stood, letting her see his cock, hard and straight, twitching with anticipation. "You must fuck me and make me come. I'll let you choose whether to use your mouth, ass or pussy." He walked around the bed, releasing her limbs from the bed posts. Once she was released, he fastened her hands behind her again. As she stood, hands behind her back, he removed the gag and asked her which orifice she was going to use.

She had been thinking about that since her first mentioned the choice. Her first though had been to use her pussy. With her mouth, he would want her to swallow again, not her favorite sexual activity. She had always found sodomy painful and was a little afraid of it. But her mind kept returning to how a fantasy of something she detested turned her on so well. "I've decided to try things I would never do normally tonight already. I should go for broke and see if this is a pattern. Can I find pleasure in things I've always disliked? Being out of control is a turn on, and apparently lesbian sex is as well. Now I can try sodomy."

"Master, I would like to use my ass tonight."

"Excellent choice, Valerie. Now we're going to play a little game as well. Do you see these things?" he asked as he picked up a small pair of what appeared to be clip on ear rings from the dresser. "I'm going to put these on your nipples. They will only come off when you are successful in bringing be to climax."

"Master, Please don't. They will hurt."

"Yes they will hurt. That will be incentive for you to do a great job of ass raping yourself."

Val cringed at his choice of words. She thought about the safe words for a moment, but decided that she could take this. She knew she did not want the night to end. "I'm ready Master."

He first removed the vibrator from her ass. This itself was painful at first as the thick locking bulb had to clear her sphincter. Once that was clear, the rest came out almost by itself. That finished, he rubbed her nipples to get them erect and applied the clamps one at a time. "Ooowwwww!" she screamed as the first one pinched her right breast. She could not remember that much pain before. The left breast fared no better as it too was crushed in the clamp (or so it felt). Blessedly, after the initial burst of pain, the levels dropped somewhat, though they still hurt a lot.

Once the clamps were attached, Charles moved over to a large love seat and sat down. "Attend me Valerie. For your sake, be quick about it. As she walked over she found that each step brought a little jolt of pain to her tortured nipples. Thankful that her ass was still stretched and slick from her own juices, she backed her ass down onto his cock. While she was sure there was some pain in her ass, the constant jerks of pain in her breasts rendered her unable to feel the lesser pain in her ass.

Her original plan to fuck for all she was worth was put aside as she sought a balance between the pain in her nipples and getting him off. The faster she rode him, the more the clamps and the little jeweled weights on the ends of them moved around to send fresh surges of agony through her tits. If she went too slow, she feared that he would never climax.

She quickly found a rhythm that she could hear was turning him on more and that seemed to synchronize her movements with the weights. While the jerks were harder and more painful, her up motions coincided with the weight's down motions and minimized as much as possible (though that wasn't much really) the number of jerks. She found the pain excruciating and was tempted to use a safe word, but her pride prevented her from doing so. Additionally, she found her pussy beginning to feel tender and wanting again, lubricating in renewed anticipation.

He reached that place where she could feel his cock clench to hold off orgasm for a few more seconds. She abandoned the rhythm and bucked for all she was worth, knowing the end was in reach. Charles made an inarticulate cry and she felt hot cum erupt into her bowels. She slammed back down onto him and clenched her anus around his prick, milking it. After several spasms, he relaxed, his penis beginning to soften. He reached around and removed both clamps from her nipples at the same time.

She was unprepared for the wave of pain that shot though her from the sudden rush of blood into her tender nibs. Charles dropped the clamps onto the floor and caressed her nipples, soothing them as they began to recover from their torture. Then, with his flaccid cock still in her ass, her started to caress her breasts and stomach, using all the skill he showed last night. Arousal started anew and she leaned back as much as possible to revel in his attention. He did not take long to move to her wet pussy and send her to those glorious heights once again. He skillfully brought her to the edge of climax and stopped.

"Please Master, don't stop."

"But Valerie, you've left me a mess. Get up and clean my cock off."

Slowly, Val stood up, his penis pulling loose from her ass. She could feel fluids oozing out of her as she turned around and saw his cock, flaccid and covering in a mixture of their fluids. Trembling with near orgasm, she knelt down and brought her mouth up to his crotch. As she began to lick him clean, she thought, "Why am I doing this? This is disgusting." Her mind was in conflict with her body. Desperate for orgasm, she was willing to debase herself like this, but her mind could not understand this willingness. Even more confusing was finding things she considered disgusting to actually be arousing at the same time.

Because that was what was happening. Licking drying cum and her own anal fluids off his cock was disgusting and made her stomach roll, but that she was doing it was exciting for reasons she could not put her finger on. She knew it was more than just the promise of an orgasm. There was something in the whole situation that aroused her tremendously.

So recently spent, Charles' penis did not regain its rigidity. It took only a short while for Val to get all the mess in his groin lapped up. Finished, she looked up at him expectantly. He reached down and brushed her hair from in front of her face. "Very good, Valerie. Would you like an orgasm now?"

"Yes Master."

"Come with me." He led her to a corner of the room where ropes hung from a large eye-bolt anchored in the ceiling. He unfastened her wrists from behind her and re-hooked them to a pair of the ropes. As she stood there, he retrieved the blindfold and gag, plunging her once again into that mute blindness. Feeling the ball placed in her hand again, she gripped it tightly, not wanting him to stop.

She felt her arms being pulled tight as the ropes were pulled up, stretching her. By the time the ropes stopped, she was standing on her tip toes. Her arms were pulled taunt enough to cause an ache in her shoulders. As she dangled, barely touching the floor, she felt his hands lightly caress her body. Val's body responded with a vengeance. Still partially aroused from earlier, the heat that had begun to cool re-ignited. He had not yet touched her breasts or pussy, yet her nipples hardened and her juices began to flow liberally, leaving small rivulets running down her legs. For the longest time, Charles avoided her pleasure centers and caressed her legs, belly, arms and face.

Feelings of pleasure and pain once again warred inside her. Her arms and shoulders had progressed from ache to outright pain, not severe, but constant, like a bad headache. Her legs were trembling from the strain of keeping on her toes. She wanted to give them rest, but to do so would increase the strain on her arms. Yet, her arousal increased as his touches continued. She felt close to climax, yet he had denied her as of yet by avoiding those areas that would trigger an orgasm. That familiar feeling of frustration was returning as he teased and tormented her with pleasure.

With her body trembling in pain and excitement, he whispered, "Are you enjoying the ride?"

Unable to speak, she nodded her head and moaned with what she hoped conveyed desire.

"You want to cum?"

Again she nodded her head.

"What would you do to have an orgasm even more intense than the ones you've had from me so far."

She could hardly fathom the idea of orgasms more intense than from last night, but in her heart, she knew it was possible. She nodded her head again.

"Would you accept more pain if it would make such pleasure possible."

Valerie hesitated. More pain? She already felt like she was in agony at the limit of her endurance. But she was desperate for an orgasm and wanted to test the limits of pleasure this night. Fearful, she nodded her head.

She felt him move away. Anticipation kept her at a highly aroused state. The next sensation was a fire in her nipples as the clamps from earlier her re-attached. As that pain settled to its constant level of burning, her legs were pulled farther apart, making it impossible to stand, suspending all her weight on her arms. The pain in her shoulders grew in leaps and bounds. She felt like she could take no more when his hands returned to her body. She faced the paradox of pain and arousal in her breasts at the same time. She moaned in combined agony and ecstasy. Her body trembled and she could not tell how much was from arousal and how much was from pain.

Her hand with the ball started clenching spasmodically. Desperate to hold on she cried into her gag and forced her hand closed. When he finally moved his hands to her sex, she threw her head back as far as it would go and moaned violently into her gag. The waves of pleasure built upon them selves. The pain prevented the orgasm from happening when it would normally would, forcing the pleasure to build even greater. She could hardly believe the intensity of the feelings. Slowly, the ecstasy built to more powerful levels than the pain, almost acting like morphine, dampening the pain little by little.

When the dam broke, she felt like she was dying. The levels of pleasure built up and crescendoed. The orgasm hit her and her body shuddered in pleasure. The pain was a distant memory as waves of orgasm hit her again and again. Charles did not stop caressing her pussy and clit as the climax continued. With one hand he kept up his stimulation while the other released the clamps on her tits. The release pain leaked through the orgasm, strangely intensifying it. He loosened the ropes pulling her legs out. As her legs touched the floor again, she was too involved in the orgasm to stand. He stopped his stimulation to let her down from the ceiling. Her body collapsed to the floor, the last throws of orgasm shaking her.

As she recovered from the most powerful climax she had ever felt, Charles carried her to the bed again. He unbound her arms, removed the gag and blindfold, and watched her as she came back to her senses. "It's time to sleep. I don't think you're up to much more tonight. Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yes Master, I did. Did you?"

"Oh yes. Watching a beautiful woman writhe in pleasure is always an enjoyable sight, even more so when you're responsible for that writhing," he laughed. "You go to sleep now. We will talk in the morning. With the night done, you no longer have to call me Master."

"Thank you Master. See you in the morning."

It took all of five minutes for Valerie to fall asleep. Not surprisingly, she dreamt of sex, bondage and glorious climaxes in a chaotic montage. When she woke, it took a few seconds to remember just where she was. She looked around and saw that her clothes from last night were hanging on a hook next to the dresser, freshly laundered. A door had been opened that led to a bathroom. Realizing that she had fallen to sleep with sex all over her, she enjoyed a luxurious bath in a marble tub, larger than she had ever seen before.

Once clean, she put her clothes on and spotted a note from Charles. "Come on down to breakfast when you're ready. We can talk about last night and the future if you like." As she left the room, she realized that she had no idea where the stairs were, let alone the dining room. She turned left and walked to the end of the hall, passing several closed doors. At the turn, she spotted a woman in a maid's outfit (not Sally). "Excuse me," she said.

"Lady Valerie. Are you looking for the Master?"

"Yes, he left a note to come down for breakfast when I was refreshed."

"Yes ma'am. The dining room is back down the hall to the other end, down the right hand stairs and straight ahead."

"Thank you."

Val reversed course and followed the directions, shortly finding herself entering a surprisingly small dining room for such a large house. Charles was there, dressed quite casually and reading a newspaper. "Valerie. It's nice to see you this morning. Are you ready for breakfast?"

It dawned on her that she was dressed in the same revealing dress as the previous night with the same lack of under garments. She blushed at the realization as she answered. "Yes. I find myself feeling starved. I'm not used to that feeling in the morning."

"A night like last night can drain the fuel reserves, as it were."

Her embarrassment intensified as the events of the evening were brought up. All the more so when she realized that her nipples were responding to the remembrances. Seeing her discomfort, he apologized, "I'm sorry. I sometimes forget that those new to the life style can be uncomfortable afterwards. Let's eat. I won't bring up anything else until afterwards, and only if you feel like talking."

He had breakfast brought in, biscuits and gravy with coffee, danish, orange juice and milk. Valerie was famished and ate with a gusto she did not realized she possessed. Once they were done, Charles thanked Diane and escorted Valerie to the same sitting room were Friday night occurred.

"You're probably feeling a little confused about the last two nights. Most are. Do you want to talk or ask any questions."

"I'm not sure where to begin, or even if I want to begin. I did things I never dreamed of last night and allowed things to be done that shock me. Looking back, I can't believe what happened."

"Did you enjoy last night?"

"Some of it, I think. Other parts I'm not so sure of. I find myself confused about all of it. There was sex, and it was great. But there were things that I want to say should never have happened. Am I making any sense at all?"

"More than you might think. It might help if you don't beat about the bush. Which parts did you like? What did you not like? Is there anything you would like to experience again at some time?"

Valerie took a deep breath, "I'm not used to talking about sex so plainly and openly. I loved the orgasms."

He laughed at that. "I loved giving you them too."

"While I am loathe to admit it, being tied up was an exhilarating feeling. It felt like I could concentrate on feeling all the pleasure. Damn! That makes me sound like a slut."

"If by slut you mean someone who revels in the enjoyment of sex, that's not a bad thing. If you mean a low class woman with no morals, that is unrelated to sex and is most definitely not you. Never let anyone shame you for enjoying one of God's greatest gifts to men and women."

"I'm not so sure about that. I found myself doing and letting things be done to me that I have always believed were wrong."

"What things?"

She blushed again. "Anal sex. I've always considered it gross and inhuman. Yet, I chose sodomy when you gave me a choice, and I'm not sure why, exactly."

"Go ahead and talk it through. I saw you considering then. What was going through your mind."

"Well, I ... I ... I had committed myself to having no say last night. It seemed like a good idea at the time to not take that control back. I had the impression that you wanted to sodomize me and this was a chance to see if there was yet another thing that I detested that I would end up enjoying."

"You have good instincts. I did want your ass last night. You might want to explore why you did not want to take back any of the control. I'm curious, though. You said another thing. What else had you experienced that you had detested that you ended up enjoying."

"Actually, it wasn't something that happened, it was something Sally talked about that I found erotic and revolting at the same time."

"What exactly did Sally mention?"

"She mentioned that you did not allow others to participate in a first timer's submission. Lesbian sex has always bothered me, to the point of disgust. But when I thought about it last night, the disgust was mixed with arousal. God! There must be something wrong with me."

"No, there is nothing wrong with you. It is not uncommon for people to find taboo acts erotic even while they are revolted. Submissives are especially sensitive to this feeling. Partly it is the knowledge that, 'it's not their fault, ' if they experience the taboos, since they are just, 'following orders.' Some even go so far as to request that they be, 'forced, ' to engage in acts they find offensive or morally objectionable."

"That is so weird. Can you explain why I ... why the pain ... I'm not even sure how to put it. I did not like the pain. Pain sucks. Yet, the pain from last night seemed to enhance the pleasure in some way. How can that not be something wrong?"

"First, ask yourself, truly, did you enjoy the pain itself?"

"No, absolutely not. It hurts and I can't stand being hurt. Yet I did not try to stop it and I don't understand why."

"I'm glad you did not enjoy the pain itself. That is true masochism. I would have to see you get help in that case. I've heard submissives give two different reasons for wanting the pain, or at least accepting it. One is that for some, the pain seems to open up the nerves for enhanced feelings of all sorts. It's like pain primes the feelings pump. Others find not the pain erotic, but the giving up of control that allows it to be inflicted. For them, the taking of the pain that they dislike, is erotic because it is the biggest loss of control they have to give and that giving up is what turns them on."

"It might be a little of both for me. I'm not sure."

"Is there anything else you want to talk about?"

"I'm not sure what, though I feel the need to talk about something. Last night still confuses me and frightens me."

"What is frightening"

"I don't know what I would be willing to do next. Can I trust myself? Can I trust you? I know I have, but in the light of day, I'm sorry, but it seems like foolishness. I've known you for two days and I came to your house and let you tie me up and have your way with me. What was I thinking?"

"That's a healthy fear. That fear and the concern it breeds is a good thing and I don't want you to ever lose it. That is why I have not asked you back as of yet. Until you answer those questions, you should not meet with me again. Some have never come back after their first time. Others have come to terms with the questions and answered them in their own way. You need to find those answers for yourself. I hope you find the answers and return for more and deeper experiences. But you need to be sure of your safety. Not everyone who plays in this life style is healthy and safe."

"I think I need to leave. I have a desire to come again, but I'm not ready yet. I need the next time to not be a stupid decision"

"Very good, let me get you a cab to take you home. Here is my card so you can call if and when you're ready."

On the way home, Valerie pondered this weekend. She had certainly found the relaxation and unwinding that she was looking for. She would need to figure out how to be sure of Charles and his staff. But that was a task for another day. Today, she needed to get home, break out a couple of toys and deal with the growing horniness building inside.

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