Saturday, February 2, 2013

Story by Hans


He had been led into the room and undressed an hour earlier by a female assistant.  The only glimpse of his surroundings was that which he stole before the blindfold was placed over his eyes.  The calming feeling of the satin to his skin was the only thing offsetting the nervousness in his body.  He knew he was in Her play area, but he didn't know the plan for the evening.  He removed what clothing he had on and was strung up.  Hands above head and spread out to the sides.  He wasn't going anywhere.  He heard the assistant below him applying the spreader bar and leaving quietly.  Before turning out the light, she couldn't help but quip, “Don't go anywhere.”

    It was a half hour later that he heard the next sound.  He couldn't see the light turned on, but he could feel the energy as She entered the room.  Her shoes hitting the cold ground.  Were they heels?  Boots?  Those were the thoughts racing through his mind before he got that first whiff of her.  Her shampoo...he had only seen her once before, but he had the picture of her hair burned in his mind.  Full and flowing, much like the dress She wore that first night.  He knew instantly where he belonged.  She came close behind him, grazing Her frame against his bare body, “Have you enjoyed your stay so far, Hans?”
    He nodded quickly, involuntarily, “Yes, Mistress.”  
    She parted her lips to speak, the subtle noise her moist lips made sent a tremor down his spine.  Still pressed to him, she could feel it.  “Oh my, someone either must be very nervous or very excited.”
    “Both, Mistress.”
    “Do you know why you're here?”
    “You said you wished to begin my training.”
    She nodded and moved around in front of him.  Trailing Her gloved hand around his waist to the front.  Watching him squirm just a little against the spreader.  He was clearly getting more excited being there.  A throbbing becoming noticeable.
    “You're going to learn to control that.  No one gave you permission for that.”
    “Yes, Mistress.  I'm sorry.  It's just my first time with you.”
    Cupping his chin a little as She pulled it to level with Her eyes.  He couldn't see through the blindfold, but he could still feel Her gaze.
    “Do you know why I picked you out of the many that messaged Me?”
    “No, Mistress.”
    He could hear Her weight shift from one side to the other...giving a single click of Her heel, “I picked you because you said you wanted to be molded...you said you wanted to please.”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    “Do you know what it takes to please Me?”
    “No, Mistress.”
    “I require a certain type of slave.  I require someone who understands that they are for my pleasure first and foremost.  That they get their pleasure only through the full pleasure of Me.  But it's much more than that.”
    “Like what, Mistress?”
    “Your body for instance.  It's all well and good for your mind to learn to obey.  But your body will as well.”
    “How, Mistress?”
    “I will train you.  I don't just want control over what you can control...what you can say or do.  I want control over that which you have no control.  I will make it so even your involuntary responses are because of me.  Everything you feel...experience...all those electrons of data that pass through your brain will be because of Me, understood?”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    “You'll react the way I wish when you're touched.  You'll know what certainly touches mean...tones mean.  You, too, will learn how to read My body language as well.  That's how I get pleasure...that's how I get pleased.  Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    “Good boy.  Then we will start.”

To be continued.

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