Show your Lines

Dan prepared for the evening with an air of confidence and arrogance about him. He was nearing the end of his senior year in high school and, as with many of his fellow classmates, he was feeling nearly bulletproof. He was already accepted to college and knew that virtually nothing academically, short of actually failing a class, could have any impact on him.

Oddly, as he seemed to care less and less about classes his grades stayed the same or seemed to almost improve. It was almost as if he had relaxed just enough to not get too nervous for tests or too worried of failure. As the year progressed he also had been getting rowdier and rowdier outside of classes. His fellow senior teammates on the football team and he had started acting up more and more in school. Nothing ever that would get them in serious trouble, but certainly trouble enough that they were becoming pains in the asses of some of the teachers and administrators.

The person they enjoyed bothering the most was Ms. Melissa Hayden. Ms. Hayden was the newly appointed vice-principal of the school. It seemed she loved going out of her way to be a bitch or a bother to some of the students. At times she seemed to unnecessarily come down on a classmate in what looked like nothing more than an effort to try and prove to everyone how tough she could be.

The feelings of Dan and his friends were no doubt amplified by the sexual tension they all felt toward Ms. Hayden. They all unanimously hated her, but there was no denying that she was completely hot. She couldn’t have been anything beyond 35 but her soft, wrinkle free skin made her face look much younger. She was taller than many of the boys in school and probably would have been around 6′ in bare feet. It was hard to judge her height because Dan had never seen her wearing anything other than tall, spike heeled shoes.

He and his friends suspected she wore the shoes to add to her height advantage over the students, but there was no doubt that the shoes added to her sexy appearance. She always wore very appropriate looking skirts that came down to her knees. They were never too tight, but were just snug enough to show off the perfect swaying of her ass and hips as she strutted down the halls looking for someone to bust.

Her tops were never very revealing, but she tended to wear silk tops that buttoned up the front. The way her top clung to her smallish tits and lean waist never failed to cause a reaction in Dan’s cock despite his hatred of her. On many nights Dan stroked his cock thinking about how he would love to get under Ms. Hayden’s skirt and fuck her until she begged for him to stop.

A few months earlier a rumor had run wild through school that Ms. Hayden only acquired her job by sleeping with various members of the school board. Dan was sure that it was a rumor as it seemed the story grew and changed every time he heard it. At first the rumor was that she had fucked the head of the school board, but by the time the rumor had grown she had let four of the members of the school board gangbang her until they agreed to give her the job.

Some of his friends had become regulars at Ms. Hayden’s office after having been sent there either by another teacher or by the “queen bitch” herself after she spotted them doing something in the halls. There were a couple of guys that had so often been in trouble that she had made them her “assistants” after school as a form of detention. She usually had them emptying garbage cans or collating papers or other mind numbing tasks. Dan knew they only caused trouble so they could be with her after school. It was true they hated her, but the lust of an 18-year-old boy is far stronger than his feelings of like or dislike.

Dan himself had a few run ins with Ms. Hayden. Once, he had tried to sneak out of school one class early only to be caught by her. She had scolded him severely and kept him very late after school doing busy work as a form of punishment, but Dan didn’t really mind as he took every opportunity to watch her walk or stare wantonly at her when she wasn’t looking.

Now it was a Friday night and there were only two weeks of school left. He drove to school to attend what would be his final high school dance. The truth was that the dances themselves were usually pretty lame, but he and his friends often used them as a meeting point from which to start the night.

He parked his car and noticed that the light was on in Ms. Hayden’s office. He wasn’t surprised as she seemed to live at the school. She was at every dance and would often be seen on stage censuring the DJ’s selections in music or out in the crowd separating couples who she thought were getting too “intimate”.

This dance was perhaps even more lame than usual as hardly anyone actually showed up. The beautiful night combined with the end of school being so near apparently had everyone thinking of things other than school dances. Dan was getting ready to join some of his friends and leave when he made his way to the restroom.

He stepped out of the restroom and was immediately greeted by her overly stern voice saying, “Mr. Jenkins. I’d like to see you in my office.” He stared at Ms. Hayden, dressed as crisply as if it was 8:30AM rather than 8:30PM on a warm, Friday night. He felt the familiar jump of his cock from his own lust.

“I, um, was just leaving,” he offered in response as he tried to turn and leave.

“Now!” she commanded in a tone that made Dan stop and meekly follow her down the hallway toward her office. In the deserted hallway her tall heels made a loud click that echoed off the lockers. He tried to figure out what the hell she was doing and he couldn’t help but stare at her ass.

“Sit down,” she commanded after they stepped into her office and she shut the door behind them. Dan looked and saw one chair sitting in front of her desk and took a seat. He looked straight ahead at the closed blinds as Ms. Hayden began pacing and lecturing him. “Mr. Jenkins,” she started, “I suppose you think I haven’t noticed all the crap that you have been pulling lately.”

Dan stopped listening to her and merely stared straight ahead as she continued her lecture. It was a couple of minutes later when he became aware of her presence directly behind him. The whole time she had been talking she had stayed either to his side or behind him so he hadn’t really been able to look at her.

“Mr. Jenkins,” she said leaning over close to his ear, “are you even listening to me?”

“Uh, yes,” Dan answered unconvincingly.

“Really?” she replied. “Well then, why don’t you tell me what I was just saying?”

“I…um…well…I don’t know,” Dan sputtered.

“Typical,” she shot back. “You boys only know how to think with one thing. If you spent half as much time using your brains as you do worrying about your dicks you’d be brilliant.”

Dan jumped and spun around to stare at her. Did she just say dick? His mind briefly fluttered with the various types of trouble he could cause for her because of her saying that.

She remained silent and stared into his eyes with a stern expression. She let him stare at her for a few seconds in silence before she said, “Oh, did that excite you? Did you like hearing me say dick?” She stared at him as if she expected an answer. Dan didn’t speak so she repeated, “Did it excite you to hear me say dick?”

Her tone made it clear that he was to answer and he cleared his throat slightly before whispering, “Yes.”

“Typical,” she repeated before continuing, “turn around and face front, Mr. Jenkins. I didn’t say you could look at me.” Dan turned around and stared at the closed blinds again unsuccessfully trying to keep his cock from growing hard in his pants.

She remained behind him as she resumed her lecture, “I know how you boys think. I know that all you think about is fucking and getting in girl’s pants. You’d be shocked if you knew how much I knew about you all.” She paused and let Dan’s mind spin as he tried to understand what the hell was happening. “Hell,” she continued as she leaned slightly closer to Dan, “I bet you even dream about fucking me. Put your hands behind your back.”

Her last two sentences were so shocking and had been spoken so quickly that Dan wasn’t initially able to comprehend them and follow her directions. “Put your hands behind your back,” she ordered again as he this time meekly followed her instructions.

By now Dan was so confused and excited he could hardly think. Was she coming on to him? Was he in trouble? What the hell was going on?

He jumped at the touch of her hands on his forearms. She nimbly maneuvered his arms behind him and the next thing Dan knew his wrists were locked in some sort of handcuffs behind him. In his shock he briefly struggled against them only to realize that not only were his wrists bound together but that he was also bound to the back of the chair. He heard Ms. Hayden laugh wickedly as he struggled.

The next thing he knew she was tying some sort of cloth around his head and his vision was totally blocked. She let him sit for a few minutes as she seemed to pace slowly around the room. He could only hear the click of her heels on the hard floor above his own excited breathing.

He heard her walk over in front of him and stop and he guessed she was standing directly in front of him. He gasped when he felt her hands at his feet. With the same quickness she had shown on his arms she moved both of his legs and Dan heard two quick clicks as his ankles were now cuffed similar to his wrists. He wriggled briefly but immediately found that his feet where tightly secured to the chair and he was totally trapped.

He heard her stand up and she quietly, but sternly said, “Now I expect you to remain silent. If you call out I will swear that I had no knowledge of this and it will be your word against mine. I will suggest that you and your friends were playing a cruel joke on me and you and your friends will be expelled. None of you will graduate and you will all have to delay college. Do you understand me?”

Dan nodded dumbly and then heard her footsteps move away from him and out of her office. He listened as they moved down the hall becoming softer and softer until he couldn’t hear them any longer. In the silence of the office he again struggled to free himself but couldn’t.

Dan had no idea how long he was alone in the office but guessed it was nearly 20 minutes before the clicking of her heels let him know she was on her way back to him. She entered the office and didn’t say a word before she took hold of the front of his jeans. She deftly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and, before Dan could really comprehend what had just happened, she pulled his pants and boxers off together in one motion. She rocked Dan from side to side working his pants off until she had them pushed down around the cuffs at his ankles.

Without a word or another touch she turned and left the office. He again listened to her heels clicking down the hall until she was so far away he couldn’t hear them any longer. He was vaguely aware that they sounded different this time but figured that was due to his own heightened excitement and anxiousness.

He sat now with his heart pounding in his chest and his cock exposed to anyone who might wander by. What the fuck was happening? What was she doing?

When he heard the voices from outside in the hall he froze in fear. He could hear his friends walking toward the office talking about where he had gone. “Shit, look at this,” his friend Mark said, “fucking Ms. Hayden left her door wide open.”

Dan gasped in horror and he could feel his heart jump into his throat. That bitch left him like this and then left her door wide open! If his friends caught him like this there would be no living it down.

“We should go in and trash the place,” Mark said. Dan knew that Mark often liked to talk big like this and he grew terrified when he heard someone, he guessed it was Mark, start to walk into the office.

“What do you think you are doing?” Ms. Hayden’s harsh voice called out from the hallway. Whoever had been walking in froze and immediately turned and retreated to the hall.

Mark then weakly stammered, “I was just, I thought maybe Dan…”

“You thought maybe Dan what?” Ms. Hayden sternly said. “You thought Dan was hanging out in my office. You never, under any circumstances, have the permission to enter my office without my consent. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” Mark meekly answered.

“Good,” Ms. Hayden said, “now as far as Mr. Jenkins. I don’t know that it is any of your business but I saw him leaving a while ago with another group. Now, get away from my office.”

Dan listened to his friends walking away quickly. How could they buy the story that he left with someone else? Hell, there wasn’t anyone else there to leave with. Surely they would see his car in the lot and know he was still inside.

Several minutes after they left he heard Ms. Hayden enter the room again. This time she shut the door behind her and said, “Your little friend almost had quite the surprise.”

She moved around her desk and Dan could hear some rattling. He heard her punch some buttons on the phone and sat listening to her side of the conversation. “Hi hun…Sorry about this but I’m going to be late…I know…I’ve just got a project I need to finish…I’ll make it up to you…Love you.”

Her footsteps moved around her desk and again stopped in front of him. She pulled off his blindfold and tossed it aside as he blinked a few times to get his bearings. When his eyes focused on her again she was sitting on the edge of her desk watching him closely.

He watched her pick up something off the desk and felt his eyes widen in shock at the sight of what she held. It was a fur covered paddle. The paddle itself was like one of the old fashioned ones with the short handle and flat end that teachers used to terrorize kids with in the old days. The thing that made this one different is that it was coated in a light brown fur.

She slipped off the desk and stepped close to him until his bare knee was between her legs. She reached out with the paddle and started rubbing the soft fur up and down his inner thighs slowly. Dan gasped and stared at her still unable to believe or understand what was happening.

The first time the soft fur rubbed against his cock and balls he involuntarily let out a moan. Ms. Hayden smiled wickedly at the sound and continued to tease his cock and balls until he was rock hard. “You know,” she said as if she had just been struck by a random, amusing idea, “I bet your friend Mark wouldn’t have been too upset to find you here. In fact, maybe I should have let him come in. I bet he would have loved getting on his knees and sucking your cock.”

Dan’s mouth dropped open in shock and he stared at Ms. Hayden dumbly. “Oh, so you like that idea, do you? I bet you’d love to watch your best friend suck on your hard cock. He’d protest some, but only to make you think he wasn’t into it. Once he took that first lick he couldn’t get enough. Hell, I bet that would look so hot my pussy would get nice and wet.”

From seemingly out of nowhere Dan felt his cum exploding out of his cock as she rubbed the fur up and down his shaft. He stared wildly as his cum surged out and coated the paddle in addition to his own cock and balls. “What the fuck is going on?” Dan thought to himself. Had he really just been aroused by the idea of Mark sucking his cock? No, surely it was only made to feel exciting by his particular situation and by the touch of the fur on him.

Before he could think about it any longer Ms. Hayden said, “That was your free pass. If that happens again before you are instructed there will be hell to pay, do I make myself clear?” As she spoke she firmly whacked the padded against his outer thigh leaving a wet spot from his cum on his red skin as she pulled the paddle away. She made it clear to Dan that she intended to use the paddle if he didn’t obey her. For a moment he envisioned himself bent, bare assed, over her knee as she paddled him.

She set the paddle down on her desk and began to untuck her shirt. Slowly, and with a crooked smile on her face, she began to unbutton her top. She pulled her top off and revealed her cream colored bra to Dan’s excited, confused stare. The smallish cups had lace accents at their top and he stared wildly at her tits. He gasped in lust as she next reached behind her and opened her bra before tossing it behind her.

Her nipples seemed to immediately grow stiff once exposed to the air and quickly stood out tall and tight on her tits. They were definitely smaller than average given her height but their shape was intoxicating. Dan wished he could reach out and touch them but was quickly reminded of his helpless state. She smiled at his obvious lust and took a few moments to fondle her own tits teasingly. She pinched and rolled her nipples between her fingers until they stood out amazingly far.

She reached up under her skirt and first pulled off her stockings before doing the same to her panties. Dan knew she was now naked with the exception of her skirt and his cock had already started to rise. Ms. Hayden stared at his growing cock, still coated in his own cum, and mused, “Ah, so predicable but so wonderful.”

With that she stepped even closer and lifted her skirt as she lowered herself down until she was sitting on his thigh. She was straddling his left thigh and immediately started to grind her hips back and forth rubbing her excited pussy over his leg. Dan groaned when he felt the wetness from her pussy.

She continued to slowly “hump” his leg until his cock was absolutely rock hard and his leg was getting wet from her juices. When she stood she looked at him as if she was deciding what to do next. Suddenly she put her foot on his chest and slowly began to push him backwards until the chair was leaning back on only two legs.

Dan stared at her long legs and excited tits until he felt the chair go past the point of balance and he started to fall over backwards. Fortunately the one carpeted part of her office was behind him. The thick throw rug did help cushion the blow on his head but it still hurt quite a bit as he came crashing down on his back. “What the fuck?” he said as the chair came to rest.

“Don’t you swear at me, young man,” Ms. Hayden scolded. “If you would prefer I could leave you like this all night. I bet Earl the custodian could have lots of fun with you tomorrow.”

She waited to see if he would protest and when he didn’t she walked over to him and then straddled his head. He lay looking straight up her skirt but he couldn’t see her pussy under its shadow. As she knelt down on top of him she lifted her skirt so that by the time he felt her wet pussy pressing on his face her skirt was up around her waist.

He tried to lick and kiss her pussy but she initially didn’t seem very interested in that as she instead began grinding her pussy all over his face. She shifted her hips and gyrated all over until his face was coated with a heavy layer of her juices and Dan was gasping for air.

He had seen pictures of “smothering” on the internet but hadn’t ever given much thought to it. Now he knew exactly how the guys in those photos felt as Ms. Hayden pushed her pussy wildly all over his face only letting him gasp for air occasionally. The act was so exciting, so nasty, and so erotic that Dan was wildly excited. Coupled with that was the intense frustration Dan felt at having no control over what was happening. Somehow the frustration only seemed to heighten his arousal.

Finally, Ms. Hayden settled her pussy over Dan’s mouth and he eagerly started licking and sucking at her. In truth, Dan had very little clue what to do when sucking a pussy but he was so excited that he simply began to lick and suck at her with a wild abandon. For a while he didn’t know if she was enjoying it as she was completely silent but then he suddenly felt her body tense as she pressed down on him very hard.

good.

Stacy pulled the dildo off and undid the restraints. We were both beyond exhausted from our orgasms and the great fucking Stacy had given me. Soon, we were lying sprawled on the bed, limbs intertwined as we whispered sleepy endearments to each other. As we drifted off to sleep, I heard her whisper one last thing.

“Wait until next Valentine’s Day….”

“I know. But I’m scared. I can’t get him out of my mind. It’s not like playing. All he wanted to do was hurt me. Dammit! I didn’t consent!”

“No you didn’t. He beat you and locked you up. He’s evil, Francine. Not sick, not out of control, evil. It’s one thing to be repulsed by a request to submit, but he went far beyond that. He tried to take you against your will. If I have anything to say about it, he will never do that again. Do you want to try to go back to sleep?”

“No, I’m not tired.”

“Okay, I’ve got everything set up so you can reach the important areas of the apartment. Is there anything you need from your house? You’re not going home until you can walk.”

“I could use my computer, a few of my books and my brief case. Oh, I had better call in sick to work. I don’t how I’m going to explain this.”

“Don’t. Just say you were attacked and can’t come in for at least a week. Beyond that, you just aren’t up to talking about it right now. They will respect your privacy. I have to get ready for work, so let’s get you up into the chair.”

Once Francine was in her wheelchair, Val showered, dressed and headed in to work. She was going to be late, but she trusted June to cover for her. Once she arrived, she started the paperwork to reimburse the company card for June’s night at Six Flags. That done, she was immersed in the minutia of finishing the television ad that was filmed Friday night. It took all day, but the editing was successful and the client was happy. She decided to take off an hour early and get the things Francine needed from her house.

On her way home, Val stopped by the post office and picked up her package. As she expected, it was the book, “The Loving Dominant”, that she ordered online last week. It seemed so long ago that she had been totally clueless about the BSDM lifestyle. She considered herself truly fortunate to have found so many good sources of information so quickly. Rachael and Giggy were a godsend. Valerie was quite familiar with the unpredictable unreliability of information on the internet. After just one week, she knew enough to knew not only that submission was for her, but that she could trust Charles as her dominant.

At the apartment, Francine was going stir crazy. “This is just crazy,” Val’s friend said, “I have never been so bored in my life. Do you realize that this is the first time I’ve been both alone and without my computer in… I don’t know how many years. A person can only take so much daytime TV before it drives you nuts! Oh, how was work?”

Laughing, Val answered, “Work was fine. I had to finish up the last few details on the account from last week. Hopefully, these will take some of the edge off of your cabin fever.” Val put Francine’s things on the table, lighting up the injured woman’s eyes. “Have you been able to get around okay?”

“Yeah. The toilet is a bit of pain. You just can’t get from one seat to another without standing for at least a few seconds.”

“Well, let’s take a look at those feet.” Valerie examine the bandages, relieved to find no sign of bleeding. The instructions from the ER were to not change them for a couple of days to give scabs a chance to form and prevent contamination.

While she was checking out the feet, Francine asked, “So, when are you going to get a hold of Charles and give him the good news?”

“I was thinking that I should wait until you’re back on your feet. If he wants to get together this weekend, it could keep you alone for the weekend.”

“Valerie Michelle Burbon! I’m hurt, not an invalid. I can survive a weekend by myself, even if I am confined to a wheelchair. This is a big thing for you and I don’t want to see you put it off. Choosing a regular Dom is one of the major decisions in a sub’s life. I was one of Charles’ regular subs once. He will have something wonderful and special for you when you get together. It will create a bond between you that can be as powerful as the marriage bond. I mean, look at you girl. Your nipples are standing at attention already and all I’ve done is asked you when you were going to call him. You want this.”

“Yeah. I do want this. It’s like there was this hole inside of me that is finally going to be filled. I just know that my life is going to be better for submitting. I can’t exactly describe how it feels. I know that I will never want to be dominant. Submitting Saturday was so fulfilling, and that was with two strangers. I can’t imagine what it will be like to submit to someone special on a regular basis. There have been a few instances when I wished I could submit to him full time.”

“You’ve fantasized about a 24/7? You ARE a natural submissive. That’s a big milestone. I wouldn’t go there just yet. Remember, you know Charles will be safe. You don’t know yet how things will work out between you. Take it one day or weekend at a time. If it’s right, you will both know. Now get off you duff and call him girl!”

Picking up the phone, Valerie’s thoughts were in a turmoil. “Am I actually going to go through with this? I know I want to, but it’s frightening still. It feels like such a big step.” Putting the phone back down, she turned to Francine, “I’m scared. I want this so badly, it scares me. I know that auctioning myself Saturday was big, but this was bigger. I mean, I can choose to never go back to Mephisto’s and no one there will give it a second thought. But committing myself to Charles, that’s bigger. I won’t be sticking my toe in the water anymore, I’ll be plunging in all the way. No matter what I decide later, this will change me in a fundamental way. Can I handle this?”

Francine wheeled herself over to Val, reached out and took her hands. “Val, you’re instincts are right on. This will be very different from Saturday night. And it will change you at the core of your being. It did me, as did my first solo domination. But so will deciding not to commit to Charles. The question is not, ‘Do I allow myself to be changed?’ but rather ‘How will I choose to be changed?’ In the end, it’s your decision. What I can tell you is that I see a woman who has found a certain level of fulfillment in her life. You don’t simply want this experience, Val, you are craving this change in you the same way that a caterpillar craves the change into a butterfly. I think something inside you will wither if you don’t at least give this new part of you a chance to flourish. I will not think any less of you if you decide that this is not for you after all. I’ll mourn never knowing the Valerie that will emerge from her cocoon, but you will always be my friend.”

While she talked, Valerie began to cry, though she did not know why. It was big. It would change her. With those thoughts in her head and tears in her eyes, she picked up the phone and called Charles’ number.

After three rings, a woman’s voice (not Sally) answered, “Vanquil residence. This is Katherine. How may I help you?”

“Is Charles there. This is Valerie Burbon.”

“He can’t come to the phone right now. Is there something I can help you with?”

Knowing she could not talk about this to someone she never had met, she asked, “Is Sally available? It’s not something I can talk to just anyone about.”

“I do believe she is here. Would you please wait while I get her?”

“Yes.”

A couple of minutes passed with only vague, indecipherable background noises audible. Then the phone was picked up and she heard Sally’s voice, “Hello? This is Sally. How may I help you?”

“Sally. This is Valerie. Do you remember me from a week ago last Saturday?”

“Valerie! It is so great to hear from you. How have you been?”

“I’ve been good. In fact, I’ve been great,” as she neared the big admission, her tearing became audible over the phone.

“Valerie, why are you crying? Is there something wrong?”

“No. I’m not sure why I’m crying. I guess I’m feeling a little overwhelmed.”

“I see. Am I to assume that you’ve made a decision about Charles’ offer?”

“Yes, I…” she choked up, unable to get the words out.

“Take your time. I know that either way, this is a major decision.”

After several tries, Val blurts out, “I want to come back. I want to submit to Him.”

“That’s so wonderful. I can certainly understand being overwhelmed. You’ve chosen to make a major change in your life. I also know that Charles will want to talk to you as soon as possible. Can you possibly come over to the house tonight? There won’t be any play, but we will have to make arrangements for the future. There are some further decisions for you to make.”

“I think so. Is it all right if I bring a friend? She already knows Charles from earlier times.”

“Just who are we talking about?”

“Hold on for a minute.” Looking at Francine, she asked, “I suppose I should ask if you want to come with me. I feel the need for emotional support.”

“Of course I’ll come.”

Back on the phone, “Her name’s Francine Traline.”

“Ah, so she was someone you knew. I’m glad I passed along the names last Saturday. Yes, by all means, bring her.”

“Thanks. We’ll be right over.”

Hanging up the phone, Val turned back to Francine and said, “I guess we’d better get going.”

“Before we do,” Francine replied, “do you want to change into something different?”

The question caught her unprepared. She recalled something Charles said at the end of their first night. “Now I want your panties and bra. Not just for now, but permanently. Agree that they are mine.” She doubted that He would forget that requirement. “Yes, I had better change, or at least get out of my bra and panties. I agreed to never wear them with him.”

“See what I mean. You’re a natural. I had to be punished three times before I remembered consistently. You go change.”

Once she started to take off her clothes, Val realized she wanted more than to just take off her under things. She found the idea of going to meet Charles in a business suit just plain wrong. She decided to wear a yellow dress that had an open back, a plunging neckline and only went down as far as her knees. Originally intended to be a summer sun dress, the yellow color highlighted her whip marks on her back and breasts. She wanted to tell Charles that she was ready in more than just words. On a whim, she grabbed the collar and cuffs that Giggy had given her the night of the auction.

When she exited her bedroom, Francine looked her over and whistled. “Girl, when you decide to commit, you do it first class. Once you put that collar and cuffs on, everyone who sees you will hear ‘take me, I’m yours.’ I would suggest a coat for the trip. It would not do to get questioned about who beat you before we get to your Master.”

They were quiet on the trip there. At the gate, she learned that she was expected and they were ushered to the front door. The same butler was waiting for them. He helped Francine out of the car, “Miss Traline, it’s so good to see you again. Will you be staying long?”

“No Herman, I’m just here accompanying my friend. She’s a little nervous.”

“So were you the first time, as I recall.”

“I suspect everyone is that first time. And the second, and the third… if you get my meaning.”

Looking at Valerie, “Master Charles will be preoccupied for a short while yet. Mistress Sally has asked that you join her in the lounge. I believe you know where that is located?”

“Yes, I do.” blushed Val, recalling being bent over the arm of the sofa and fucked by Charles’ hand after begging for it.

They were shown into the house and proceeded to the lounge where Sally awaited them. Shock filled Sally’s face, “Francine, what the hell happened to you?”

“It’s a long story. Made short, my boyfriend reacted badly to discovering that I am a dominant.”

Going over, she bent down and hugged Francine, “I’m so sorry to hear that. I hope there’s no lasting damage.”

“Just my pride. I thought I could read people better than that.”

Turning to Val, Sally looked her over, “This is a pleasant surprise. The dress highlights your marks quite well. I have to say, I was quite startled to see you on display at Mephisto’s. You have a unique way of researching the lifestyle. I heartily approve. If your display on the block was anything like what you gave Fred and Daphne, I know they had the time of their lives. From the look of your back and breasts, it seems that they did. Tell me, did Daphne ‘force’ you into lesbian sex?”

Val’s body heated up at the memory. “Yes, she did. She needed to whip me into it though.”

“Oh my. That’s one of her favorite games, beat the slave into obedience. I know where they will be next month. They once bought the same slave for thirteen months in a row, they loved playing with her so much.”

“If it’s acceptable to Master, I would like to sell myself in auction again. It was a wonderfully decadent feeling.”

“I can’t speak for Charles, but if you do, I want to bid on you as well.”

“That’s a terrifying and wonderful thought”

“Ah, Valerie!” Charles’ voice broke out from the entry way. “Sally tells me you have wonderful news.”

“Yes, Master. I would like very much to return and submit to you.”

“I can see by your companion that you have found that I am someone you feel you can trust.” Turning to Francine, “Thank you for bringing me this lovely slave. When we have more time, you’ll have to tell me how you come to be beaten and wheelchair bound.”

“This first meeting is to establish some ground rules for both of us. As your Master, I will expect certain things from you. You should also be able to expect certain things from me. It’s doubtful that you’ve thought of some of these items. For example, a Master/slave relationship should not endanger the livelihood of either party. Thus, for example, I will not require submission from you in any way that would lead to your losing your job. In your case, that means that I will not come to your workplace to play, though I may pick you up for play there or require you to find a time and place at work to engage in some type of self play. Does that make sense?”

“I think so. I sort of took that for granted.”

“That’s normal, but should not happen. There are dominants that expect to be able to force submission in ways that would cost the sub their job if caught. The threat of discovery supposedly enhances the pleasure. I’ve already explained safe words to you. Unless you wish to change them, they will remain ‘yellow light’ and ‘red light’ with the released ball used for voiceless play. We will be signing a contract. Part of that contract says that if I, or any of my representatives ignore a safe word, we agree that such an act will legally constitute assault and possibly rape. Can you think of any other safe guards you would want or that you think should be there.”

Valerie though for a moment, “Two come to mind. There are some things that I would not want to even be tried, sort of like I’ve already used my safe words on them. Things like water sports, scat, cutting.”

“Excellent. That’s a good precaution. What’s the other?”

“There should be some form of punishment for me if I use my safe words without true need. I don’t want to have the temptation to try to make my submission easier by using a safe word when things have not gone too far.”

“I’ve never had a sub ask for that particular clause before. How would we determine if you used your safe words inappropriately?”

“I would know, Master. I don’t think I could hide it from you long if I did. Just knowing there are consequences for doing it will keep me honest.”

“I see. This will be a fascinating experience for both of us. From my point of view, there are more requirements, but then I am the Master. Understand that I will permit others to dominate you as well as myself. In fact, I won’t always be present when they do. When I give you to someone else for a time, their orders are my orders, unless they try to countermand a standing one I have given. You are not to climax unless I or another Master give you permission to do so. This includes times when we are not actively playing. When you come for a scene, I expect promptness and you will never wear under things to or during play sessions without permission. There will be occasions of distance play, where I will give you orders to carry out when I’m not around. The only times you may abort such play is if your life, freedom or livelihood is threatened by continuing. Even then, I expect you to be try to resume when the threat passes. There are some other, minor requirements, spelled out in the contract.” Turning to Sally, “Do you have a contract ready?”

“Yes Master, I do.”

She handed Val the contract. It was three pages long. One of the pages was much like the auction form she had to fill out, but with less options; yes, no and no but I would enjoy being forced. The other two pages spelled out all of the things they had discussed and a few more. Charles, for example, agreed to assume the full costs of any medical treatment that submitting required, whether by accident or incidental purpose. Valerie agreed to keep herself in good physical shape and general health. There were two things she needed to ask about.

“What is this thing here, the domination activity? I thought I was to be the submissive?”

“That means, will you agree to dominate someone else if I order you to. Watching subs dominate one another is a fascinating experience.”

Val checked that one ‘no but I would enjoy being forced’. The second one was a requirement for her. “What does it mean that I will research new ways of submitting?”

“That’s actually quite simple. I want more than simply to extract your service from you. I expect you to find ways to serve me. Anticipate how you can submit in ways that I have not ordered you to do. You are to be an active participant, not merely a vessel into which I pour my domination.”

“I see. This looks good. I’m ready to sign.” Saying this, she took a pen off the end table and signed the form. Charles took it and signed it as well. The contract had a six month duration with the option for either party to renegotiate at that time.

As he was signing, Val took the collar and cuffs out of her handbag, put them on, dropped her dress to the floor and kneeled before Charles. “Master,” she said, offering the leash to him, “Please accept the service of your humble slave.”

“See what I mean, Sally. Valerie will make us an excellent slave. Already, she is anticipating the needs of her Master.” Turning back to Valerie, he said, “Your service is accepted. Here are your first orders. You are to be at the front door of this house Friday night at 7:00, naked, hands cuffed behind you, collar and leash on, kneeling in front of the door. Do not drive, take a cab. You may not wear more than two articles of clothing, other than shoes, while on your way. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master. Thank you for accepting me.”

“Tell me, is Francine staying with you?”

“Yes Master. At least until her feet heal.”

“Very good. Your second order is this. Francine has my permission to use you at your house one night this week. You are to obey her as you would me. If she chooses not to, that’s up to her. But if she wants you this week, you are to give yourself to her. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master.” So it was beginning, she thought. Charles was taking her someplace she would never had thought of going on her own. Her best friend was to be her Mistress once this week. From the smile on Francine’s face, Val was sure that Francine would take advantage of the offer. She was becoming aroused and dreading the possibility of being forced into lesbian sex again.

Charles helped Francine into the car and the two ladies drove off. Valerie looked over at her friend, “Will you be demanding service from me this week, Francine?”

“Val, I did not expect this when I said I would come along. If you’re not ready for something like this, I’ll understand.”