Part 1
"It's not my place to be making decisions about how anyone else lives,
but I have to say that you're too young to be surrendering power to
another. You're at the stage where you need to be taking over your
life, making your own decisions. Once you've gained some more
experience, know more about yourself, and can confidently follow your
own desires, it may be right, for you, to surrender to another. But
not now."
If anyone had told me that I would someday be saying this to a bright,
exotic coed, I'd have laughed. I'd long wanted a slave whom I could
train to do whatever I wanted. All the submissives I'd known had been
too strong and too certain of their identities to permit themselves to
be remade. When I heard that Annira had broken up with her abusive
jerk of a boyfriend, I'd seen an opportunity to capture a vulnerable
young woman with submissive tendencies and mold her into my fantasy.
But life is full of ironies. An utterly cynical strategy to exploit
the young lady's hurt and insecurity had succeeded in its purpose,
and I had her right where I wanted, ready to voluntarily turn over
her power to me. The plan had work almost perfectly, but even the
most carefully crafted strategy can be undone by the unexpected.
How the hell was I to know that I'd end up caring about her ?
"So, where does this leave us?", she asked.
Well, I may have had a sudden and unexpected attack of warmth and
caring, but a man can't deny his true self, and I'm still, at heart,
a cruel, exploitive, male pig (screw the chauvanist bit; what did you
other men ever do for me ?). Besides, a lot of effort had gone into
preparing my new playroom (so most of it was done by students on
independent study - their efforts should be honored; besides, the
paperwork involved in running Independent study courses for such a
diverse group (Architecture, Industrial Arts, Pre-med, and
Criminology) was a killer).
"I think we can work something out. Let me show you something", I
said, leading her towards the playroom. "While I don't think you
should be surrendering power on a full time basis to anyone, even
me, one of the choices which you should be free to make is to make
temporary submissions. I've set up a playroom; that's a benign
euphemism for dungeon. The way I want our relationship to operate
is like this. Outside of the playroom I'll be your friend, always;
your mentor when I can; and your lover as often as you'll let me.
Inside the playroom, I'll be your private demon, using and abusing
you as I will. By crossing its threshold you will have
surrendered all your rights and submitted to my will. Whether you
decide to be compliant or to resist is up to you, but I'll do
anything I want to you, and you will end up doing whatever it is I
want of you. There will be no safeword, you will not be able to
end the session, nor terminate any "game" within a session, and you
will not be allowed to leave until I wish it.
You will never have to enter the playroom. I will not use force
or fraud to bring you within it, and if it is your choice never
to enter, or should you enter a few times then decide you don't
want to return, it will not diminish my affection or regard, nor
will it have an negative impact on our relationship. I believe
I'm not just rationalizing my own desires when I say I think it
will be good for you to spend some time there, but I will never
request or suggest that you enter, it will be your decision.
Understand, though, that part of learning to make decisions is
learning to accept the consequences of your decisions. If you
decide not to enter, I'll respect that decision. If you decide
to enter, knowing what that means, I'll respect that decision
also. You're an adult, and I won't insult you by assuming that
you don't know what you're doing and need to be constantly
queried about what you really want or offered opportunities to
reverse your decision."
"So what's in this playroom ?", she said.
"There should be some mystery in life, don't you think ? You'll
have to enter to find out, and I may bring in something new at
any time", I said.
"Do I get to step in and look around before deciding ?", she
asked.
"Part of the idea of surrendering to someone is that you must
trust them. We may negotiate scenes outside the playroom, and
then you can gather all the details you want before agreeing to
the scene, but in deciding whether or not to enter this room,
there are only two things for you to consider: do you want to
give up control, and do you trust me ? Unless you can
unequivocably answer 'Yes' to both questions, don't enter. Just
to drive home this "no peeking" point, we'll use college rules:
one foot inbounds. If you have one foot touching the floor
across this threshold, and I can grab it, you're in - and in for
it".
"So when does this start ?"
"The room is ready now", I said, "but I think I'll keep it closed
until tomorrow so you have plenty of time to digest the idea.
Think about the terms I've given you. If you don't want to agree
to them, that's OK, and it won't affect our friendship, but if
you want to experiment with submission and helplessness I think
this will be good for you. I know it will be good for me".
I saw Ann jogging up the road to my house Saturday morning. She
sometimes liked to play on the edge; perhaps she would do today.
I opened the door to the playroom and went into it, leaving the
door open, keeping my back to the door as I fiddled with one of
the toys. After considering it, Annira had agreed to my terms,
but had chosen not to try the playroom last night. But she was
intrigued by it. I once had a kitten that found it absolutely
amazing that someone would sit in a tub full of water. The first
time he saw me do it he walked around the edge of the tub several
times, then, curiousity getting the better of him, he stuck one
paw in a soapdish and the other in the water. But the soapdish
wasn't the the most stable of perchs, and he slipped and fell into
the tub, from which he quickly extracted himself and walked off in
a huff. I thought Ann might be kittenish enough to try to safely
investigate this intriguing place; it might be that she too would
overestimate the security of her observation post. Hopefully,
that would be where the parallels ended. I didn't want her to walk
off in a huff, and I certainly hoped this would be more fun than
sharing one's bathtub with an angry cat.
I'd said no fraud, but I'd also told her the rules. I would say
or do nothing that would violate my pledge, but I would not fail to
exploit any overconfident impertinence she displayed. She needed
to learn to be very careful about playing on the edge; there's
always a chance of falling off.
I heard the knock on the door. "COME ON IN", I shouted. In a few
moments she called out "Where are you?".
"IN HERE", I replied. "Ohhh", she said, "the mysterious playroom.
It doesn't seem so frightening".
"The most dangerous thing in any dungeon, my dear, is the master", I
replied, still keeping my back to her and my head down but observing
her in a mirror on the opposite wall. I saw her approach the room
and quickly poke her head in and look around. She was in a
tee-shirt and jogging shorts, with sneakers and nice thick white
socks. She smiled slyly, and carefully lifted one foot over the
threshold and gingerly let the toe of her shoe touch the floor.
"Oh, master", she said, her musical Jamaican voice tinkling like a
bell.
I had started to move as soon as her toe touched ground, and before
her playful taunt was out had turned and snapped the whip that had
been hidden against my body. It was a pretty low percentage move,
but if it missed she would still learn something about being careful
where one treads, and if it scored we would both learn a lot. Today
luck was with me. The whip tightly encircled her ankle, just inside
the threshold, and with a sharp tug her small body was pulled
entirely within the room. I scampered across the room, slammed the
door shut, and locked it (it was tempting to twirl and frolick a bit,
but that would have undermined the gravitas I was struggling to
maintain). "Wait a minute", she said through her laughter, "you said
no force".
"I also said quite explicitly that one foot in the room made you
vulnerable. You put that foot down freely, you little tease. Now
you're mine to use as I will. I hope you don't have any
commitments for today - or tonight - for you won't be able to
honor them". I reached down and grabbed her by the hair and the
right wrist, which I twisted behind her as I shoved her towards
the back of the room. "It was an accurate assessment that this
room isn't very frightening. Different types of play are helped
by different environments. This room, with its swings and
springs and soft pillows and thick rugs, is, built for pleasure", I
said, before releasing her hair momentarily to open a door in the
back of the room. "The place you're going now", I said, as we went
through the door and down a flight of stairs to the basement, "is
built for pain". We got the the bottom of the stairs and I
unlocked a solid steel door and pushed Ann through, then locked it
behind me, and released her arm.
"Strip here", I commanded. While dragging Ann here I'd gained
enough control over my demeanor to make the command quite stern,
and to follow it with an intense, and I hoped, intimidating
glare. It seems to have worked, for though she initially seemed
inclined to protest, she thought better of it and removed all her
clothes. I then opened the steel barred door of the dungeon and
roughly shoved her into the dungeon. The clank as the door
closed behind us was very loud, by design, and it was fun to
watch how she started at the sound. I took her wrists and
applied leather cuffs, fastening her hands behind her, then
forced a ball gag into her mouth over her protests. The gag,
featuring a wiffle ball made of a very hard material used in
making toys for zoo animals, instead of a solid rubber ball, did
little to silence her but rendered the sounds she made
unintelligible. The cuffs were buckled shut, the buckle reinforced
with padlocks that would make the restraints impervious to her
clever fingers.
"As much as I'd love to start playing with you now, I've
commitments I must honor. You'll have to spend a few hours
alone. This room is quite ugly, by design, and it won't do
for this to be your introduction to your new abode. I'll need to
find you some object of beauty to look at while you wait". At
this I knelt and placed leather cuffs on each of her ankles, then
took cords on the cuff holding her right foot and dragged it till
the cords reached a conveniently positioned ring in the floor, to
which I tied the cords. Repeating the process with her other
foot left her delightfully spread. I then took an handful of
her dark hair, gave it a couple twists, then tied a rope tightly
at its base, and pulled the rope taut so any movement of Annira's
head would prove quite painful. "Be back in a moment, Sextoy - did
I mention that while in the dungeon you don't have a name, just a
descriptive designation ? Don't go anywhere." I exitted the
dungeon briefly, then returned pushing a full length mirror which I
positioned a few feet in front of my captive. I also retrieved her
glasses and placed them on her to assure that she had a good view.
"I can't imagine a lovelier sight for you to contemplate while I'm
gone," I said. "Well, actually I can think of something", I said,
taking up a position behind her and moving my right hand to her
chest, where I slowly teased her nipples, and moving my left hand
to her pussy, which I stroked softly for a few moments before my
finger penetrated her, while at the same time I kissed her on the
back of her neck and along the length of her spine. Not being much
inclined to watch the clock at such moments, I don't know how
long I continued, but she was hot and wet some minutes before I
finished. When I did, I took her head in my hands to be sure her
eyes were open and her face directed to the mirror, where a
gorgeous, impassioned creature starred back at her. "Now that's
beautiful", I whispered in her ear, then released her and started
to leave. The stimulation having ceased prematurely, her throaty
moans turned to frantic squeals. "Don't worry dear, I'll be back
later, and we can play more then", I said as the first door clanked
shut behind me, and then I left her alone in the dungeon.
I didn't actually have anything to do, aside from dousing myself
with a couple pitchers of cold water. I just wanted to let her
stew for a while. There were observation points that allowed me
to keep an eye on her as she squirmed in her bonds. Her arrested
arousal had her struggling futilely against the bonds, which being
padded leather wouldn't hurt her, but also wouldn't allow her to
escape. Each tug upon the restraints sent her plush figure to
shaking. Perhaps I'd be able to finish up a little sooner. No,
better to leave my young friend in bondage for a few hours more.
Not knowing how long she was to remain there and having no way
of measuring time, her youthful impatience would make a few hours
of immobility seem like an eternity. Right now she was mad at me
for causing her own needs to torment her; in few more hours she'd
be desperate for release, but it would be a bit different.
Amazing how much energy one has at eighteen. A couple hours had
gone by, and she continued to test the restraints. By now she had
to know it was pointless, but I suppose that pent up energy demanded
expression. Suited me well enough, quietly watching her brown
buttocks bounce. She would twist and tug for awhile, then tire, and
start trying to unbuckle her wrist restraints, till she became
frustrated, and then she'd twist and tug some more, setting her
thighs, tits, and tush in motion again. Delightful. When she
finally either accepted that she wasn't going to get out until I
decided to let her loose, or just didn't have the will to struggle
any longer, and settled into placid captivity, the time had come for
a change.
The first thing that needed to be done was for me to deal with *my*
pent up energy. Several hours of watching captive flesh jiggle had
put an edge on me that was unsuited to the superbly controlled,
self-contained persona I was trying to present. It wouldn't do for
her to realize, just yet, how much power she had over me. So this
would have to be done in such a way that she would perceive it as an
expression of my mastery over her instead of an expression of my
frantic need for her.
I entered the dungeon without a word, and immediately went to
work on Ann. I untied her hair, and tied the rope around the
links connecting her wrist cuffs, then pulled on it, bringing her
head down to the level of her waist. I removed the gag, then pulled
out my cock and placed a condom on it. For once there was no
conflict between the requirements of safer sex and pursuit of
pleasure, as I dearly needed any reduction in sensation I could get.
"Suck", I commanded.
"No!"
"You're going to make this hard on yourself, heh ? Good", I said,
{I *really* don't need this right now, I thought} as I reached below
her to grap her breasts. "Here's a couple nice sized chocolate
drops", I said as I began to twist her tits.
"AHHH - LET GO - OHHH - THAT HURTS - STOP IT, PLEASE ! - PLEASE STOP"
A few choruses of twist 'n shout later (just after she started
saying "I'LL SUCK ! - PLEASE STOP - MERCY MASTER, MERCY, PLEASE !"),
I figured she'd had enough, and besides that, I couldn't hold out
much longer myself. I grabbed her hair and thrust my member into her
mouth and moved her head back and forth as she gagged. "Keep your
lips on it. That's good. Now you keep it up", I ordered as I
released her head, and she started moving her head up and down the
length of my cock. After a few passes, I knew I was close, and
withdrew from her mouth and positioned myself behind her. Fingering
her pussy made it obvious I needn't had worried about getting my
cock lubricated. I reached forwards to gently grasp and massage
her breasts, and thrust into her. A few thrusts and she was moaning,
and it was taking quite a bit of effort on my part not to provide
counterpoint. The effort to not audibilize was, fortuitously,
distracting enough to help delay my loss of control. Fully inside
her now, I took her by the hips and began rotating them, and her
moans started coming faster. I managed to coordinate the rotation
with some short thrusts and withdrawls, which was not bad for
someone who was trying very, very, hard to control the urge to shout
"I LOVE YOU". The combination had the hoped for result, as she
began experiencing orgasmic spasms, and I was at last able to let
go and start shooting within her. My state being what it was, that
barrage didn't last long, and my gun was empty well before she
stopped twisting and jerking, but finally she was as limp and wet
as I had become, and I withdrew, carefully. Removing the condom, I
considered various exercises I could have her perform, like getting
a straw and having her suck up the jizz, but I didn't think she was
ready for advanced debauchery just yet, so I disposed of the condom.
As I did so I saw that her legs were rubbery and she was slumping in
her bonds, so I pushed a thick cushion beneath her, and taking a
knife, slashed the rope, and she collapsed onto the cushion and lay
there gleaming and panting. That, I thought, should be a
sufficiently masterly gesture, at least so long as she didn't
notice how wobbly and close to collapse I was. She wasn't very
observant at the moment, which allowed me to briefly stroke her hair
and brush my fingers across her cheek without revealing my own
disarray. I checked her wrists and ankles and found no abrasions
and no indication of reduced circulation. Time for a disdainful
departure - and a lot of sugar and salt and a cold shower before
I came back; one can't let the trainees know the trainers sweat too.
Composing myself as best I could, I rose, and with a fully erect
(posture) turned on my heel and strode out of the dungeon without a
word or backword glance. I managed to get out of sight before
slumping.
This was going to be a trying day for us both.