Silky had been engaged when she first met Michael. He was the program director of the college radio station where she went to school and worked everyday from two to six every afternoon.
In essence, he was her boss. She had a normal working relationship with him and all the others who worked and went to school there. She kept to herself mostly and lived off campus. She never dreamed that her world was soon to change. It started all very innocent enough. Michael had just bought a new truck and like all new cars, it was in the shop. He had asked all of the other students if any of them lived out near the New Line RV and Trailer Park, but everyone else lived on campus or in the other direction.
The only one who lived even remotely close to where Michael lived was Silky. So he had asked if she would give him a ride for the next few days and she, not wanting to offend "The Boss" said she'd be delighted. Thus it began. "You don't mind stopping by the grocery store first, do you?" Silky had asked Michael, "I need to do my shopping for the week." "Not if you stop by the hardware store too," came the reply. "Alright, lets go shopping." Silky laughed.
They had done their shopping and Silky had dropped him off at his home, with the promise to pick him up the next morning at ten. They both had classes that started at 11:00 on Tuesdays. Silky had got home and was unpacking her purchases, when the phone rang. Answering it, Silky found to her delight that it was Reed, her fiancé.
He had enlisted in the military after high school and had finished boot camp two weeks before Silky had started college. Soon he was going to Germany to do his tour, for now he was in California. They talked for a while and Silky sensed something was amiss. Finally Reed came out with it. "Silky, we need to talk. I am thinking of making the military a career. Staying in for twenty or so years.
I really like it," came the crushing blow from Reed. In a choked voice she replied, "What does this mean for us?" She heard him sigh and knew what it meant before he even told her, she knew that all her high school friends were right.
High school romances didn't last. "Well, Silky, for now any way, let's see other people. Let's end our engagement and just be friends. I don't know what the future holds and I want you to get your degree and do what you want with your life.
You could not have that as a military wife. We'd move around too much. Keep the ring and stay in the apartment. I paid for it for the two full years. I'm sorry that I've broke your heart, Silky, but better now then after I've ruined your future too," came the answer she was dreading. "Okay, then, good-bye," she replied hastily, not trusting her voice to say much more. She hung up, but not before she heard him say, "Ahhh, Silky, don't be that way. Don't be what way she wondered. Was there a way you were supposed to act when the first love you ever had threw you away?
Were you supposed to be nice and cordial when the man you were supposed to marry broke your heart for a job? Silky was not sure, but she knew that she didn't care how she was supposed to act; all she cared about was how she felt and how she wanted to act.
Well, she thought, to hell, with Reed and his opinion. He broke up with her. The next day, on the way to school, after picking up Michael, he noticed she was not the same person he had seen yesterday.
He had wondered about her all year, since she walked in to the campus radio station. She already had airtime experience from a high school and summer job. She was very pretty and not the lest bit vain about it.
She dressed sexy, but didn't seem to notice that she was or that the males had even noticed her state of dress. She was smart, had a good radio voice and handled her show better then most second years, and she wore an engagement ring. Michael wondered if it was real or did she just use it to keep the men at bay. He wanted to find out and now with her driving him, he had the perfect opportunity to find out. "So tell me, who's the lucky guy?" Michael asked on the way home that night pointing to the ring.
She looked at him like he had asked her to cut off her hand and then a single tear ran down her face. "No one anymore," she choked out, "he dumped me." "Really, may I ask why?" "I'm not sure, but he said it was because he wanted to make a career out of the military and that he didn't want me to sacrifice my dreams for his.
Whatever that means," she shot out. Then mumbled something to herself. Seeing a possible opening Michael smoothly answered, "Well, usually that means that the male wants out of the relationship and/or wants something different out of life and that the female is holding the male back and the best way to break it off with the female is to say that his dreams would make her lose or ruin hers and the male would never, could never do that to the female.
Easy out for the male, makes him look good if he ever decides he wants you back." "What," came a spitting response? "Are you serious, men do that? Why?" "We do things like that and worse, because plain and simply, we are dogs," another smooth answer from Michael. "We never stop to think outside of our jeans." She laughed so hard at this and the when she finally could breath, she replied, "That is so true, and to think, I gave myself to him. What a fool I was." So, she wasn't a virgin.
Good all the more easily for what Michael had in mind, now to figure out how to seduce her broken heart into his arms. Michael loved a challenge. He also loved black haired women with porcelain white skin.
Silky had both and to top it off a set of eyes so green, they would make an emerald jealous. She was, as he said, pretty and not vain about it, smart, sexy, sweet tempered and on the rebound. To put is simply, she was all he dreamed for in a woman except the rebound part, and hell, beggars couldn't be choosers. Time to figure out how to make her, his. He let her talk and pour her heart out all the way home and for about 20 minutes in his driveway and even asked her in for a cup of coffee.
At first she said no, but gave in the second time he asked as he got out of the car. She talked about her ex-fiancé and how it was with him and about were they had came from and what her father was going to say when he found out.
She cried part of the time and seemed to determine to move on with her life the rest of the time. As he unlocked the door she asked, "Do you have something other that coffee?" Wondering if she meant to get drunk, he questioned, "Like booze?" Her eyes got wide and she laughed, "I probably should get drunk, but no, I have classes tomorrow and still have to drive home. I meant like tea or soda. I don't drink coffee, I hate the way it tastes." Deciding whether he was disappointed or relieved, he said, "Of course, I have cola.
If you wanted to get drunk though, I would put you up for the night or drive you home. I would never let you drive drunk." She laughed again, this time a little harder, "Trying to get me drunk won't help the heartache, I'll just remember in the morning." How innocent she was and at the same time from the things she had said about her relationship with Reed, he knew she was experienced too.
Michael wondered what it would take to get to her heart and body. He was only too willing to find out. He fixed her a glass full of ice and gave her a can of cola and started his coffee to perk.
She was looking around his living area and kitchen, smiling at this and that. She mumbled something to herself that sounded like approval. He liked that thought. He wanted her to like his home. He wanted he to like everything about him. "May I ask, why do you live off campus, Michael," she suddenly asked of him. He was studying her and was a little caught off guard, when she spoke, but recovered and replied, "If I tell you, will you tell me why you don't live on campus either?" Smiling she said, "My reason is no secret, Reed rented an apartment for me so that he could come stay with me when he visited and since you can't have over night guests in the dorms and a hotel room would be an extra expense on top of the dorm, we decided to just rent an apartment away from campus.
This way, we don't have to live by their rules. What's your reason?" With a devilish grin he came back with, "I'm the local serial killer and this way, I'm not easily caught." Then at her shocked look, he added, "No I'm kidding, I just didn't want to live by their rules either, I like my own space and would have hated to share a room with someone.
I like to be able to have my own place to cook too. I have other reasons, but don't want to shock you." Pleading she asked, "Tell me please." "Maybe in time, if you're real good. So how about dinner, my treat?" She thought on this and replied, "Not tonight, I have something in the crock pot.
Can I take a rain check?" Strike out! He didn't let the disappointment show though, and answered her nonchalantly, "Sure, how about Thursday or Friday?
I'll make your favorite and desert." Come on sweet angel, he thought, say yes. Let me have you, let me make you mine. Thinking on this and wondering if she should date just after breaking up with Reed. Didn't people wait after a breakup, to date? Should she? Why not? Reed, couldn't know or care and so far only Reed and herself and now Michael knew the she was dumped, and only Michael and her would know that she went out this soon.
Besides it was dinner, not really a date anyway. Answering him, slowly, "Okay, but how do you know my favorite or are you going to guess?" "Well, I could guess, but since I am really partial to spaghetti with meatballs, I'm going to say that is your favorite and hope I'm right and for desert, I just know women can't resist cherry cheesecake." Laughing again she replied, "Actually, that is one of my favorites, and if your cheesecake is really good, I'll become your love slave." His heart hit his throat and his pulse hammered, was he that easy to read, could she know his thoughts?
No, she couldn't, not with all her innocence. Deciding to turn on the charm, he answered her challenge, "Well, beautiful, bring your favorite collar and wear something revealing and sexy, because it tastes like heaven." He watched her face trying to judge her reaction to this, and he wasn't sure if she was going to bolt or laugh. Had he pressed to far to fast? It was partly her fault; she made that comment about being his love slave, which hit to close to home.
She made his hormones race when she said it and the way it was said, like she meant it. He could see her now, half clothed and collared. Begging at his feet. What a site she would be. He shook this thought from his head, not so fast he told himself, take it easy and wait. "Okay, well, shall we say tomorrow night," her voice sounding half flirty and half nervous, "Or will Friday, be better?" He grabbed her hand, made a bow, kissed her hand and replied, "Tomorrow it is, my lady.
You bring the bread and I'll supply the rest." She saw her moment to leave and with a flirty smile said, "It's a date," and out the door she went. On the way home, she wondered if he was flirting with her.
She also thought about whether she wanted him to flirt with her. She felt funny after just breaking up with Reed, but decided that she was the one dumped, so why not. Besides, what if Michael wasn't flirting, what if he was always that way with women. Michael was a very good-looking man, sexy in fact. Surely he already had a girlfriend, especially since the rumor was that he had came from money.
He probably was all ready set up to marry by his parents. Didn't rich people do that? Well, she mused, let's just play it by ear and see what happens. If the opportunity arose, she just let nature take its course and see where it took her. Then next day, on the way to school, Michael seemed a bit grumpy, and not very talkative. After several minutes of silence, she started laughing.
He looked at her like she had grown a third head, but she continued to laugh. "What, if I may ask, is so funny," came a gruff question? "Do I have my clothes on wrong or something?" Still laughing a little, she replied, "No, not at all, at least I don't think you do. I was laughing at my own silly foolishness and myself. Yesterday, I thought you were flirting with me and trying to seduce me, but now I can see that I was just being silly." Sobering up a little, she added, "I guess it is just from be upset over Reed and all that.
I am sorry Michael." She turned to look at him and found him looking at her strangely. Oh boy, Silky though, you really made a fool out of yourself now. "Pull over for a minute," he said in a husky voice, "right here and now would be fine." She pulled over and set the brake, not sure what was happening, surely he would not get out here and walk.
She turned to look at him and found herself pulled into his arms, as his mouth claimed hers. He touched his tongue to her lips and she parted them. Slowly and thoroughly he kissed her. She couldn't remember ever being kissed this well. His hand cupped her right cheek and the other one was buried in her now loose hair.
He nibbled her lips and then ended the kiss. She could feel the heat coming from his body, in waves and the waves seem to hit her body and they left her vibrating like a freshly plucked guitar string.
His hand was still on her cheek and the other had come to rest on her shoulder and was presently stroking her neck ever so gently. Driving her senses crazy. He titled her head and looked into her eyes. "I was flirting, if that's what you want to call it," came a tense reply, "I am drawn to you and I want you, make no mistake about it and I mean to have you." Not knowing what to say and not trusting her voice to speak, even if she did, she just sat there staring at him, not realizing her lips were slightly parted and her eyes had that look of wanting in them.
She looked so sexy, that Michael thought about skipping school and spending the day making her forget her broken heart. He fought with this thought for several minutes and was about to ask her opinion on the matter, when he noticed, she had looked away. Oh no, did he move to fast, did he scare her off? "Silk, look at me." She turned her head and he saw that while she might be a little scared, she was turned on too.
She seemed a little confused also. "Why are you so grouchy this morning," came an innocent question? He laughed at this a little and asked, "Are you sure you want to know, little one, I may shock you," at her nod, he continued, "I thought of you all night and what would be the best way to seduce you tonight. I couldn't sleep, thinking of you and all I'd like to show you.
Things I'd like to do with you and I don't mean just sexually, Silk. I want to dress you up, take you places, and see the wonders of the world with you." He watched her face again, sending up a silent prayer. "Well, what will it be, yes or no?" Should she, could she. Why not? Reed had thrown her and her love away. Now someone else wanted her. Someone, who seemed to want the same things she wanted, liked the same things she did. Why not indeed? "Yes, I think so," came a slow reply, "Why not, I like you, and you seem like a nice normal person." His eyes narrowed and he laughed a little again, "Nice, maybe, normal no, but I do like you too." Now was the time to exert a little control, to see how she would take it.
"Silk, you will promise me one thing right here and now. I am a very take-charge type of person; I like to be in control. I will never hurt you or cause you any real pain. So, what I am asking is that you will always trust me, no matter what. Real trust, never questioning anything I say, do or ask of you. Can you do this? I need to know right now." She smiled at him, "I think so," and then seeing that he wanted a definite yes or no, "Yes Sir, I can trust you." He kissed her again, just as thoroughly as the first time and then said, "Good, now lets get to school, before we are late." As they drove to school, he asked her questions about her life and family.
He asked and probed her and in that short 20-minute drive, she felt that he knew more about her than Reed ever did. This struck her funny, since Reed had lived down the street from her and she had known him for over two years. She wondered about Michael's life and family, but was content to answer questions about herself, for now.
She could ask later. As her father always said, "All will reveal itself in time." "So why did you parents name you Silky," he finally asked. People always asked her this and even thought she liked her name, she was a little tired of the unusualness of her name that caused this question in the first place.
She answered it with the same answer she always gave. "My mother and father were hippies," she started, "And like all hippies, they gave their children those strange names. Mine were running with a group who had already used all the names that symbolized the hippy era. You know, like Rainbow, Faith, Love, Hope and all those other weird names.
Well anyway, when I was born, I had long silky black hair and my mom felt it the first time she held me and said, Silky, that will be her name, Silky, like her hair.
Since my parents wanted to give me a hippy type name, Silky was perfect. All their friends agreed. I was Silk or Silky ever since." "What's your middle name?" She raised her left eyebrow and smiled, "Promise not to laugh?" Not looking amused, he replied, "I never laugh at someone's name." "Skyewind," she said a little softly, "My father is part Cherokee Indian, and so we all have Indian names too.
My older brother's name is Free River. We call him River." They had arrived at the school and he said he would walk her to her class. She hoped this would not make him late to his own class.
She thought to ask him, but he kept up with the questions. "So do all your siblings have Hippy/Indian names," he asked? "No not all.
My stepbrothers and sisters were born before my dad married their mom so they have normal names. My half brother from my father only has an Indian name, but not a hippy one.
Dad had out grown the hippy thing by the time Falcon came along. My half brother from my mother has a hippy name, but not an Indian one; the Indian thing was Dad's idea not moms.
They call him Raine. It is a real cool name, I think. Well, here's my class, you better run or you'll be late for yours." "Ok, until later then," and he kissed and left her standing there, heart thumping wildly from just a little kiss. My god that man could turn a woman into a puddle.
If that was the effect he has with just a kiss, she may melt into nothing with his lovemaking. Well, she was willing to risk it. Knowing that it was worth it.
Oh yes, it was well worth it, she thought and she took her seat, trying to turn her thoughts to the English class at hand. She made it through the rest of her class with out spending to much time fantasizing about Michael. At lunch, she sat in the campus lunchroom and ate a salad, because it was the only thing on the menu that resembled was it was supposed to be. A deliveryman came up and asked her if she was Ms. Silky Bennett, to which she shook her head yes.
"I have a delivery for you," he stated, "Please sign here." "Okay," she answered and signed the paper on the clipboard the he had thrust at her. As he turned to get the box he had laid behind him, she fished in her purse for a tip. Handing her the box, he waved away the money, "No thank you Miss, the sender more than took care of the tip. Have a nice day," and off he went. The card on top of the box read, 'I hope you don't think this too forward.
M.' Curiously, she opened the box to find the sexiest outfit, she had ever seen. It was an emerald green teddy with garters.
There was a pair of emerald green stockings to match the outfit and a necklace of sorts. It was an emerald green ribbon, made into a necklace. A choker, she thought after studying it. It reminded her of a collar also. It was rather sexy. She decided to put the choker on right then.
Remembering where she was, she looked at her watch and found she was going to be late, if she didn't get going. Throwing the rest of her salad in the trash, she made a mad dash for the campus radio station. She arrived with about a half a minute to spare.
She went and got her stuff and headed for the flight deck; a DJ's code name for the place that they do their air shows, where the magic is worked, so to speak. Just as she put her hand on the knob, Michael yelled from his office for her to get in there, and he didn't sound happy. Wondering what she could have done, she when to the door, "My show starts in 5 minutes.
I need to prepare," she stammered. "Donny will cover for you, already asked him." He stated, not looking up from his desk. "Get in here and close the door behind you, now!" She decided that now was not the time for words, whatever they had between them didn't exist in school.
She came in and shut the door softly behind her and took the seat closest to his desk. He didn't look up right away and this made her even more nervous. She chided herself for such behavior. She had worked for a top radio station for 3 years. She had dealt with top sponsors from large companies and corporations. This was just another student really, so what if he was technically the BOSS. He could only reprimand her, not flunk her or even worse, fire her.
She told herself to stop being foolish. Finally, he raised his head and looked at her. He didn't say anything; rather he seemed to just study her. His eyes stopped on the choker. She noticed the he smiled a little. She wanted him to speak, but feared what he was going to say to her.
Still he just sat and stared. Then slowly, he sat back in his chair, his eyes never leaving her. "So, you liked my little gift?" came a question, and even though he spoke in a low tone, she jumped as if he had shouted. "Settle little one, I won't bite. Hard anyway, and not unless you want me too," he said laughing out loud.
She felt silly now, and so her voice was a little shaky in replying, "Yes, very much." "Was I being to forward?" "No, not at all. Really I liked it," she stammered He came around the desk and to sit on the edge of the desk right in front of her.
She had to look up at him to see his face. He was still watching her. He put his finger under her chin and she smiled weakly at him.
A look of confusion crossed his face. Was she scared of him? God, he hoped not. He really loved the submissive look she was wearing earlier, but now he sensed fear, and fear was not what he wanted her to feel.
Using low tones again, he probed, "Silky, are you scared of me? At this she shook her head no. "Than why do you look like you're about be tortured?" Seeing she meant to respond, he put a finger to her lips, " Now let me finish, always remember this, when I am speaking, never interrupt. Can you do this?" She shook her head, yes this time.
That submissive look in her eyes again. That look could bring him to his knees, at her feet, if he wasn't careful. Hell, he would give her anything, by that look.
"Okay, now that's better, you don't look quite so scared. Now let me say this first and foremost, always, and I do mean always, Silky, be honest with me. Never lie, because I can't abide lies. I will never lie to you and I expect the same in return.
Am I clear, do you except this?" Again a nod of yes. "Good, now why do you look so scared?" "I thought I messed up somehow on my show and I couldn't remember anything I'd done wrong, so you scared me when you called me in here like that. Am I in trouble and if so what did I do," she asked in rapid words? A smile crossed his face as he spoke, "You haven't done anything that I'm aware of, in fact you are one of the best here and the best first year. I called you like that so that the others would think the same thing you seemed to have thought.
Can't let them think I am favoring you." He reached out his hand and stroked her cheek and then her lips. "Would you consider it sexual harassment if I kissed you again?" "No." came a wide-eyed reply. He pulled her to her feet and kissed her again. The kiss seemed to melt her more than the one this morning did. She felt like she was drowning. Slowly he explored her mouth with his tongue and tasted her totally.
He taught her the rhythm that seemed to best please him and slowly his hands started rubbing circles down her back. She hadn't realized that she was gripping his shirt and she released it and moved her hands up to grip his neck. He had made his way down to her lower back, just above her bottom, his hands rested there for the moment. She felt his reaction to the kiss through his jeans and without meaning to, pressed her middle up against it and a high pitched whimper escaped her.
She heard him growl and suddenly his hands were squeezing her behind and pressing her into him. He broke the kiss, but didn't let her go. He dipped low and lifted her chin and kissed her neck and throat.
This was her weakness and soon she began to pant. "Oh Michael, yes, please," came a breathless voice from her. Again he growled, "Please what?" He had to hear her say it. She moaned and threw her head back as he kissed down the vee of her shirt. How had the buttons come undone?
"Please, take me, make me yours," came a throaty response. Slowly, remembering where he was, he brought her back to reality. Smiling at how quickly she had been brought to the brink. "I will, later though, little one, but right now, you have a show to run and I still have a question for you." He buttoned her shirt back up, not remembering undoing it. "So was I too forward, with my gift?" She smiled and shyly replied, "No, not at all. I loved it and I really liked the choker.
That's why I wore it." His face became serious again, "Good," then on to other things, "Well, you better get to work. Donny has covered for you for ten minutes. Oh and you better tell him you got your ass chewed royally for something.
I told him that is why I needed him to cover for a few. Better make something up to make it believable too." He seemed to be dismissing her as he went back around his desk and took his seat. At the door she bowed to him, "Yes, Sir," and started to leave. "Oh, Silk," she turned to look at him, "That is a collar, not a choker.
Shut the door behind you," dismissing her just like that. She went on her way to the flight deck, pondering what he had just said. A collar, but didn't that mean? Was she his pet? Could she do that, and could he? Vaguely remembering something she had read in a book once about a woman who was her lover's slave or something like that.
Didn't the girl call him Sir or something? Silk remembered that the book was real racy and made her want to touch herself as she read it. She also remembered fantasizing about what she had read. She fantasized that she was the slave girl and had to be subservient to a man and call him Sir. She remembered it now and it made her feel the same way it had back when she had read it. Surely, Michael hadn't meant that by what he said.
No way! Those people didn't really live in the normal world, did they? No, surely not. Michael wasn't the type anyway. He probably was just teasing her still about the cheesecake thing again.
Hadn't he said bring her most revealing outfit and a collar, her favorite collar, in fact. Well, his gift had done that for her. She had revealing outfits, but was at a loss for a collar. Now she had a matching set. Well, his cheesecake better be heaven, because she was going to show him. She was going to the bathroom, right now and put the outfit on, under her clothes. Good thing her skirt and shirt would match. Her show went well, and soon it was almost six. Marcy came to relieve her early and they chatted for a few during songs and spots.
Marcy was a pretty blond girl from California. Silk knew more about, Marcy's sex life than she wanted to, it seemed that Marcy slept with every guy she could. She could tell that the girl was really lonely, so she was always nice to her. Marcy was getting her stuff ready for her show, when Michael walked in. Michael smiled and nodded politely at Marcy's greeting.
He looked at Silky and tapped his watch. Silky nodded and he left the room. "Oh my God. That man is simply to die for. I bet he can ride like a champ, if you know what I mean," Marcy gushed to Silky. "I would sure love to find out." Silky was on her way out of the flight deck and couldn't help herself, "Well, Marcy, I'll let you know tomorrow." With that she left Marcy standing with her mouth open.
She was laughing as she met Michael at the exit. He looked at her wondering what was so funny. Then he noticed the color of her stockings, all other thoughts where gone from his mind. Had she put the outfit on? His heart raced at the thought of her in the sexy little nothing he had sent her. At this rate, dinner would be quick and so would he. It was time for him to pace himself, or it would prove to be a short night.
"Are you listening to what I said," she asked breaking his thoughts? "No, what did you say," he said looking at her with that look? The look of lust, she thought. Silky sighed and repeated, "I was telling you, how Marcy thinks you are such a hunky man and how you could probably ride like a champ, if you know what I mean," her eyebrow arching?
"Her words, mind you. So I told her that I'd let her know tomorrow, and walked out. Her jaw hit the floor. It was rather funny, really." At this he looked concerned, "Do you care if others know about us? I don't really care, but then I am the boss, but you might be treated different if they think you are seeing me. I just don't want you to be hurt." That touched her. "Michael, I could care less what others think.
My daddy always said, 'Please yourself, and you'll always be happy.' I am happy with me so who cares what those dorks think. If anything they would probably be jealous, the women anyway." "The men too, Silky. So tell me. Do you really like Marcy or what? She is a bit forward. I know she sleeps around. Heard the guys talk. Donny says I ought to get me a piece, but I told him, she couldn't handle me.
Too normal for my tastes." At this she laughed, " A little conceited aren't we, Michael? Actually, I think she is lonely and that is why she sleeps around. Thinks that it means she is accepted in some way. You've seen the type. I'm sure." "What's that supposed to mean," he replied? They had reached her car and she was unlocking the door and pretended not to have heard him as she got in and unlocked his door. Hoping he would drop it. Then seeing the look on his face, she knew, no such luck.
"Well!" Shaking her head, "All I meant was that, you seem to be the experienced type, so I'm sure you have slept with her type. Come on, honestly. I don't care, just making a statement." Noticing the look on his face, she realized she had stepped out of bounds.
"Silk, I told you, I can't abide lies. I try to never lie myself. If I said she is not my type, I meant it. She is not my type. Too normal," he explained with a sober look on his face.
"Now can we drop it?" "Okay," came a meek response. Silk wondered what he meant by normal, normal by whose standards. She was pondering this, when he tapped her arm. "Stop at Corks and I'll get some wine for dinner," he said pointing to the shopping center they were coming up on. "I like red wine with spaghetti, how about you?" A slight blush slashed her cheeks, "I like any wine, but unless I put ice in the glass, I get smashed really fast and pass out. I don't know why, but I do." With a devilish grin, "And this is a problem?" Then seeing her shocked look, "Don't worry, I'll get some ice." "I'm not worried, it's just usually people get upset if you put ice in wine.
Ruins the taste or something. I don't care, I like it better than passing out." Wondering to himself if he was coming on a little to fast with the dominance, she seemed to have turned into a timid deer. Was he too controlling too fast. He never had tried to turn a vanilla to the lifestyle. The women he had played with were are usually very experienced in the lifestyle and sought him out or at least knew enough of it to know that they wanted in it.
Maybe he ought to give Baron a call; Baron would know what to do. Baron was his mentor, he taught Michael all about being Dominate. After thinking on this a little more, he decided that it was the best course of action, but until than, he decided to ease up a bit. No sense in scaring her away. He wanted to have her and he wanted that to happen tonight.
In a gentle tone that he would have used on a spooked horse, "Silk, you can drink your wine anyway you want. You can drink it out of your shoe if that's what you like. I am not in to society's rules.
I want you to be happy." Seeing her relax greatly, he knew he'd have to be a little gentler with her. They stopped at the liquor store Michael had indicated and there in the same shopping center was a grocery store. Remembering the bread, Silk ran in and got a loaf of French bread and garlic butter. She met Michael back at liquor store. He was looking at the wine racks. He looked up and smiled and took her hand when she approached.
Turning to her, he asked, "Do you have a favorite?" "Not really, I like most anything as long is it doesn't have a heavy liquor taste." "Do you like sweet or dry?" Biting her lip, she hesitantly replied, "Ummm, I'd say sweet, but not to sweet. Dry leaves a strange taste." He looked through a few more and picked one out finally, "This will be perfect." At the counter, Michael also bought a bottle of something called Tequila Rose.
Silk wondered what it was. Knowing that it had the name tequila in it, she wouldn't touch it. She had sworn off that stuff after the time she got really smashed on it and ended up with Reed's best friend, naked, in bed. Reed just laughed it off, since she found him with some other girl, but Silky was a little upset by it.
She wasn't so mad about the whole thing as much as she was embarrassed by it. She remember what had happened with Taylor and she remembered how much she liked it and this upset her. Tequila made her so horny and out of control and she didn't want that to happen again.
She got so worked up, that she had no control what so ever. Silk assured herself that it wouldn't happen again. As they walked out and the door shut, Silk said to Michael, "I don't drink tequila, Michael, just thought you ought to know." Knowing about her thing with tequila, having over heard her tell Marcy about it, he smiled devilishly, "Okay, no problem.
I bought it for me. Besides, it's not actually tequila, that's just the name, but hey that's fine, I wasn't planning to share anyway." They got to Michael's house and he put the pot of sauce he had made the night before, on the stove to reheat.
He explained to her that he had prepared it last night and cooked it for over four hours and then put it in the fridge. He said this actually made it taste better. He also showed her a little secret about the pasta too. He cooked it this morning and then put it in a covered bowl. He said all he had to do was rinse it in hot water just before serving it.
Dinner could be ready as soon as the sauce was hot. Michael got out some wine glasses and poured them both a glass of one of the bottles he had purchased. Told her it was a sweet wine from California. While he did this, she prepared the garlic bread and put it in the oven on warm. Michael came up behind her and put his arms around her waist. He kissed her neck and handed her a wine glass. He nuzzled her ear until she giggled and then left her to taste the wine. He went over and took a seat at his table.
He had the rose stuff and a glass of ice in front of him. She went over and laid on the love seat thing he had in his dinning/sitting room drank her wine. It had a wonderful flavor and before she knew it, she had drunk the whole glass. Michael was standing over her with the bottle. "Want a refill, you little lush," He asked jokingly? "Maybe just one before dinner," she replied pretending to slur her speech a little. "Really ociffer, I'm not drunk." He refilled her glass and she lay and listened to the music he had turned on when they came in.
The music was very sensual. Made her feel like making love. She lay and listened to Michael who was on the phone in the other room. She couldn't make out what he was saying, but she could tell he was talking to someone.
She lay and sipped her wine waiting for him to come back in the room. Michael had called Baron to get his opinion on the whole thing. Baron had said that it was possible, in fact very possible to turn Silk to the lifestyle. "My little pet Dyna was vanilla when I first met her," Baron chuckled "I didn't know that.
You couldn't tell. I am surprised, really, tell her so, I thought she was practically born to it," Michael said sounding surprised and impressed. They talked a few minutes more and Baron explained that Michael would just have to be a little more patient and gentler with Silk.
So easing up was the right thing to do. Michael thanked Baron and promised to bring Silk to visit real soon and hung up. He came back in the room to find Silk very into the music and was amused to find her wine glass empty again.
He sat down at the table and poured himself a glass of Tequila Rose. He though about getting her to drink some and see if she would become as wild as she had told Marcy. Then he though better, let her decide if she wanted some. He would not force this on her. She looked up to find him drinking a glass of pink something and watching her intently. She knew that they would make love if she wanted too.
All she had to do was give him a sign. What kind of sign, Silk was unsure of, but she knew that the music and the wine would show her. She sat up slowly, watching him looking at her and took off her shoes. She sank to her knees on the carpet and crawled across the room toward him. Looking him in the eye the whole time. Michael's pulse hammered as she looked at him and crawled across the floor to him. She looked like something out of a sleazy rock video and that made Michael all the more turned on.
She stopped at his legs and bowed her head to the floor, putting her behind up in the air. Michael knew if he were behind her, he would probably have gotten a show. She lifted her head and he placed his hands on her face lifting her up to kneel, slowly he kissed her lips and teased at her mouth. She got to her feet and stood there for a second swaying to the music.
Then she put her hands just below the hem of her skirt and slowly pulled it up her thighs. Next she straddled Michael and began to kiss him again. All the while she was grinding her middle into his. Her hands had begun to unbutton his shirt and tug it open. She slipped a hand inside the folds and a sigh escaped her. She caressed his chest and shoulders trying to remove the shirt totally.
Finally he helped her and tore it from his arms. Then he proceeded to remove hers and was pleased to see she had indeed put the outfit he had sent her, on.
She reached down and unbuttoned his pants, but couldn't do much more and didn't want to get up just yet. Michael had finish removing her shirt and was kissing her chest and caressing her breasts with his hand, the other hand was tangled in her hair. She leaned back to give him room to kiss farther down her chest. He was both shocked and delighted at the brazen way she had straddled him.
He had thought she might bolt on him at first, if he tried to make a move. He made his way back up her chest and was kissing her throat; she was moaning and had begun to squeeze his thighs with hers. Michael thought to himself, that she had one hell of a grip.
She kept pulling at his pants and he smiled, knowing what she wanted, but wanted her to ask for it. Then she tried to get up, knowing she was going to try to remove his pants again, he held her in place and kissed her breasts again. In a strained voice she pleaded, "Michael, let me up," and then a little louder she said, "Please, take off your jeans." "Not yet, all in time, little one.
You need to slow a little or you'll explode. Did you know that you are so hot?" He proceeded to back her down a bit, and offered her his wine glass, while he drank the Tequila Rose. She downed the glass and watched him with a sensuous look.
Michael poured himself another glass of Rose. As he did this, she pressed herself into him again. "What does it taste like," she questioned, pointing to the glass he had just filled? "Actually like creamy strawberry liqueur. Want a little taste," he said as he downed a swallow? "Maybe a little taste," she said as she reached for the glass, but her stopped her with a kiss. He had swallowed most of what he had taken and left just a little in his mouth.
She pulled away a little at first, but then upon tasting it, she devoured his mouth. This almost made him lose control. He parted the kiss as soon as she would let go and pushed her back a little. "Wow," he said breathlessly, "I take it you like the taste?" In answer to his question, she picked up his glass and downed the whole thing.
Setting the glass down, she kissed him again and gave him a little taste. He pushed her off and this time made her stand and turn with her back to him. He then again pulled her into his lap and cupped her breasts. "Move your hair, pet. I want your neck," he ordered gently. She swept her waist length hair over her right shoulder and lean back into him. He nibbled up and down her neck and sent her into orbit.
He was delighted at the goose bumps covering her body. Using his hands, he parted her thighs and slowly stroked her, making her all the more aroused. She pushed her bottom back and ground it into him, letting him know what she wanted.
He kept up the slow stroking and also stroked her inner thighs. He could feel her melting. Finally he could take no more. He helped her to stand and stood up himself. She reached for his jeans and he let her have what she wanted as he kissed her some more. He had kicked off his shoes earlier, so all she had to do was drop his pants to the ground. He kicked them off and she pushed him back down on the chair.
Once again she straddled him and continued to kiss him. She leaned back and he entered her just a little. He stopped kissing her to watch her face. She sighed, and he could feel her pushing against him to force him to take her completely. He made her wait and finally when he felt her go limp, he thrust deeply into her. She raked his back with her nails and squeezed him with her thighs.
"Oh my god, I'm dying." Smiling at this, he returned, "If you are, then so am I." Slowly he rocked her against him. She found his mouth and kissed him again. All the while, she dug her nails into his back. She was whimpering and moaning his name, making his head swim. He cupped her buttocks and ground her into him, knowing that it was making them both crazy and equally giving them both pleasure too. Then suddenly this wasn't enough and he stood up and in one fluid movement placed her on the table and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Slowly he began to thrust into her, with a teasing stroke. She leaned back on her hands, to watch him. Smiling at him as he picked up the pace. Sending her into a fevered pitch.
She felt like she was totally out of control. It dawned on her that she had never felt this way, ever, not even with Reed. The feeling was so intense that she thought she would just spin off in to space. She never wanted it to end. She gripped him tighter with her thighs. Finally she felt him nearing his climax and she reached up to kiss him again. His mouth found hers and he gripped the back of her neck. Almost, forcefully now, he thrust into her, but she didn't notice the roughness. Finally he threw back his head and groaned loudly.
Next he pressed into her and exploded. She lost all control at that moment and exploded herself. She let a nice trail of scratch marks down his sides and at the same time totally unaware to either of them, the hand on her neck gripped her so hard that he left bruises. As their passion finally abated, she noticed that she had made his sides bleed. She pulled her hands back to find blood and he laughed. He reached over on the counter and grabbed her a paper towel.
Then pulled away from her. She reached out for him, but he had bent down and was picking up his pants and shirt. Then, walking naked, he went in to his room, which opened up on to the kitchen and tossed his stuff on the chair.
Next he reached out and grabbed the shorts and robe off his bed. He came back out to the table and handed her the robe and then proceeded to put the shorts on his gloriously naked body. She pouted a little when he did this. Seeing this, he replied, "We still need to eat and I don't plan to do that in the buff." She laughed and he helped her off the table. He took the robe from her and helped her into it and then tied the sash for her. Kissing her once again, he returned to the kitchen and began to serve the meal.
He came back carrying two plates covered full with spaghetti. Next he brought a basket full of garlic bread and another bottle of wine. Before he sat down, he retrieved her glass from the love seat. He sat down and poured them each some more wine and began to eat. She did like wine and smiled to herself at the wonderful flavor of the sauce.
Seeing her smile, he asked, "Surprised?" "Surprised about what," she questioned? Seeing that she didn't what to offended him by making a sexist remark, he made it for her, "Surprised that a man can cook such a wonderful sauce that tastes like heaven?" Hoping that he hadn't thought that of her, she answered back, "No, actually smarty pants, it tastes just like my grandfathers except that he puts pepperoni and black olives in his.
Called it Irish spaghetti. He learned to make it from an Italian lady in Hell's Kitchen" She watched his face to see what affect her remark had on him. His face was unreadable and passive. She hoped she hadn't made him mad. She really had to work on how she said things. Her father was always telling her that. She could hear him now, "It's not always what you say, but how you say it." Mentally chastising herself, she thought of how to make it up to him.
Seeing that she was still a little uneasy, he gave himself another mental kick. Slow down, boy, you'll spook her. Deciding to keep the conversation light, he said laughing, "Really, I bet the Italians didn't care to much for the Irish thing." "I don't know, I never asked.
He died when I was six. I didn't really know what Irish and Italian meant actually. All I knew was that Grandpa called himself Irish.
It's funny how at that age you never question such things," Silk replied. After a moment she laughed and said, "My mother dated this guy before she remarried who was Hispanic, and my brother, River asked him what was he. River meant what did he do for a living, but Carlos thought he meant nationality, so he told River that he was a Mexican.
River went around for months telling everyone that when he grew up, he was going to be a Mexican. Everyone just rolled." "I bet. Your brother River sounds like a funny guy. Do you miss your family?" Thinking about it for a minute, she answered, "Yes and no. I miss not seeing them all the time, but it was time for me to leave the nest so to speak.
I'm excited to be in college so that takes the place of the homesickness, I guess. What about you?" He laughed, "Well, I miss my family, but since I grew up in boarding schools, this being away is something that I am already used too.
I was in boarding school since I was eight. I only saw my parents at holidays." Seeing this was easing her, he decided to talk for a bit. "What about your family? How many siblings do you have and what about your parents? I know next to nothing about you, whereas, you know a lot about me. Come on, talk," she asked. Seeing that she really wanted to know and that she really didn't know who he was, he gave in, "My father, is the owner of many large companies, of which includes many cattle ranches all over the US.
You've probably eaten our beef. My mother, is into like a hundred charities and stuff like that, and my only sibling, who is a sister, is currently attending college in Boston for the sole purpose of finding a husband who she feels is worthy of her. She is a real snob. I am the black sheep because I wanted to be a radio DJ.
My father said, fine, let me buy you a station and you can do whatever you want. He couldn't understand that I really wanted to go to college to really learn to be a DJ. Thinks that he can pay someone to tell me how to do it and since I would own the station, no one would care if I messed up.
I said no and so here I am, much to his dismay." "Why did you want to be a DJ?" Caught off guard, he though before replying, "I don't really know. I've always wanted to do this. Since I was like 8. I used to pretend I was one.
Dad even bought me a bunch of equipment and I actually made shows and recorded them. In fact I used one I made at age 16 for this girl; on my application for the job of Student Program Director. They said that I showed real talent even then. What about you, why do you want to be one?" Ready for the question, she answered, "My step mom does this too.
She got me hooked. When I was 15, she got me a summer job at her station. They had this new gimmick to try and hook more listeners. They hired high school kids to be DJs for the summer. Well, I was really good and really popular so they kept me on after the summer was over. I had my own regular spot. During school it was from six to ten three nights a week except when I cheered at games. I ran Royals Baseball during baseball season. During the summer I was the ten to two, afternoon girl and I also had the four to ten spot on Sunday's, with the occasional fill in on Saturday's afternoons.
I got my FCC license at 15, but the big stations want a college education with a major in communications, so here I am." Really impressed, he replied, "Wow!
So you really know your stuff, don't you? That's incredible. I didn't even know you could get a license at 15. Bet you had an FCC license before you had a driver's license. That is too cool." Smiling she shook her head, "Yes, I did have the FCC license first, had to beg rides with friends and my step mom to get to work." Not knowing what else to say, they lapsed in to a silence.
Silky was thinking about what had just a transpired and wondering if she had let things happen too fast. She was hoping, he didn't think her easy. She really liked him. She'd felt an instant connection to him like none other. It reminded her of that tingly feeling that they always talk about in romance novels. Wondering what to do next as she finished her meal, she without thinking, downed the rest of her wine.
As she lowered the glass, she discovered Michael looking at her with that hungry look. This gave her some encouragement, but still feeling green, she didn't know what to do. Noting the uneasiness in her look, Michael wondered what should he do next. She seemed to want to be with him, but she also seemed scared. Why though, he was trying hard to be as normal as possible. Noting that her plate was empty, he saw another opening. "Well, it looks like you're ready to become my love slave." Her mind flashed to that book once more and her eyes betrayed her thoughts.
Michael noticed a slightly startled look, but it was mixed with lust this time. What was it about the word love slave; it seemed to strike a cord with her? He decided to explore it more, but first, cheesecake.
"Are you ready for dessert," Michael asked in a sultry voice. Seeing he was teasing, she purred back, "Yes Sir." She then noticed a strange look on his face and he swallowed very hard. As he got up and took their plates away, she poured some more wine in her glass, than realized that this was her fifth glass.
She never usually could handle this much wine. She knew she was getting drunk and decided to not worry this time. After what had happened on this very table, it was likely that she was not going home tonight. In fact, she was certain that she was not, and she would definitely make sure of it, but exactly how was the question. Michael returned to the table with two plates full of cherry cheesecake and gave her one. "Now do I have your promise that you will become my love slave as per our earlier agreement?" "Of course, I never back out on a promise.
I am a woman of my word." Reaching under her chin and hooking a finger under the collar, he pulled her closer and kissed her lips. "Good, I'd hate to have to tie you up and beat you, if you backed out." Her eyes widened at what he said and he hoped he hadn't blown it. Damn, he cursed himself, shut the hell up and just play nice for now.
Her eyes did widen, but what Michael took it to mean was so far from the truth that he wasn't even in the ballpark. She was thinking of that book again and in that very instant had clearly remembered all of it. She blushed and thought, no way, Michael was not like that, no way. He couldn't be, people didn't really do those things, did they? Then the thought accrued to her, should she tell him about the book? Should she ask him about that stuff? Why not? And with that, before she could chicken out, she blurted out, "Michael, I need to asked you a question." Startled by the way she said it and thinking the ax was falling, he shot back, "Okay, shoot." She proceeded to tell him all about the book and everything including how it made her feel.
She watched his face through the whole story, but couldn't make out anything, as he was totally unreadable. As she neared the end of her story, she started to feel a little stupid and was almost hesitant to ask her question, but she gathered her last ounce of courage and with a shaky voice said, "Michael, does this stuff really exist and are you into it?" He was floored. He knew the book she was talking about.
He was going to have her read it in fact. To see what her reaction was, but now that was not necessary. Now he just had to answer her simple questions, but what would her reaction to his answers be? Would she flee? Deciding that he would have to take the chance since lying wasn't his style, he replied smoothly, "Yes, that stuff does exist, but before I answer the rest of your question, I want to ask one of my own." "Okay," came a meek reply.
"If I were to say yes, would you turn tail and run from me? Before you answer, here me out. Also think, if you were to run, would it be out of fright or revulsion?" Without even thinking, she said, "I would not run and I am not repulsed by the thought either.
I am intrigued." Smiling, he replied smoothly, "Then yes, little one. I am, as you say, into that stuff." He watched her reaction and found that she had not lied. She was not scared in the least bit. Deciding to test her further, he asked, "Now may I ask, are you into it?" As she had just taken a sip of her wine, she proceeded to spit it across the table. "I don't know, I never thought about it.
I told you, I didn't know that people really did that stuff." "Now you do know so are you into it, or…" he trailed off smiling at her, he cocked his eyebrow. "Are you Vanilla?" Without thinking she blurted out, "I wouldn't say that I am lily white, I'd just call it a little green." He reached over and hooked her collar again and pulled her close but this time the kiss was more. He devoured her mouth again and just as she thought she would melt, he broke the kiss.
The look in his eyes told her that she was most assuredly staying the night. In fact, she might stay the whole week. "No my pet, you are just inexperienced, but you will learn," he said with a growl and then pulled her into his lap. He began kissing her again as he cradled her body in his arms. His mouth tasted of cheesecake and wine. She was fast losing any fear she had. The feel of his arms and mouth was just too strong; she was totally lost in them. She noticed her breathing had become rapid again, almost like a pant.
The thought occurred to her that she would surely expire at this rate, but what a way to go. Bliss. This was more than he had dared hope for. Here she was, in his arms and not so nearly as innocent as he had first thought. She was also willing for what he had in mind. She felt so right in his arms. He knew though that he should still take things slow. He was already laying out a plan in his mind as to how things would go and in what order.
He could taste success and did not want anything to blow it.
Gently he ended the kiss and looked at her. She seemed to be in heaven, which made him smile down at her. She smiled back. This gave Michael a great sense of triumph. "Are you okay," he asked softly. Her answer came out as a purr, "Perfect." Thinking now was as good as any time to began he said, "Silk, I want you to get on your knees before me. I want to show you a few things." Eager to begin, but still a little nervous, she slid off his lap and landed lightly on her knees in from of him, sitting on her heels.
Trying to remember what she had read in that book about kneeling. Remembering something, she spread her knees wide and placed her hands lightly on her thighs, knowing this was a proper relaxed kneel for a slave.
She looked up to see his reaction. He was smiling. This gave her confidence a big boost. She knew that she could do this and please him too. "Very good, you have one of the kneels down almost perfectly. Now hold your head high, but look down with your eyes," he instructed.
"Remember this, when I want you in this position, I'll say kneel. Now, kneel up." She gave him a confused look, not remembering this one. She knew she should remain quiet, but began saying anyway, "I don't know what…" He silenced her with a finger to her lips, "Shhh, never speak unless asked to.
I know you are new to this. If you do not know a position, just look at me and I will tell you what to do, but otherwise, keep your eyes down. Now kneel up means to come up to just your knees, keep your hands where they are unless told otherwise. When you are wearing a collar, you will lift your head as to present your collar, if you are not wearing one, just stay normal.
Do this very fluid and smoothly. No one likes a sloppy slave and always keep you eyes down cast unless asked to look directly at someone." She took all this in and smiled to herself. She knew this would be hard, but thought to herself, 'This is what I want.' Watching her, Michael looked for certain signs. Signs that she was okay with this and signs that she might bolt. So far, it seemed that she was doing fine.
He also noticed the little smile she had, taking that as a good sign, he preceded. "Silk, I want to teach you a few more things, but I don't want you to feel rushed, so let me know if it gets to be too much and I'll stop." "Okay," came a strong reply.
"One other thing, from now on I'm your Master. When we play like this, you will refer to me as such. You will answer me with Yes or No, Master.
Am I understood?" He stated firmly. She looked up and said, "Yes." "Yes, what?" Knowing that she had messed up she frowned, "Yes Master." "Good," came the reply. "Now, belly." Noting the quick flash of her eyes, he explained, "Smoothly go to laying on your belly.
Once down, put your arms behind your back and cross them at the wrists. Lay you head so you may look in my direction. Some Masters require you to cross your ankles, but I want you to always spread your legs. I will explain why later. Now belly." She leaned forward, placing her hands on the floor and lowered her body to the floor. Once down she placed her arms behind her back as asked, spread her legs and laid her head so that she was facing him as asked. Next, she wondered what this position is for.
Seeming to read her mind, the answer came; "This position mainly is used by a slave to present herself to a Master and beg for mercy, forgiveness, favor, or whatever. I also use it for sex. You cannot move or get up as easily from this if I am on top of you, and it shows Domination when I am on top.
If I were using it for sex, you would stretch your arms above your head. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master," came another strong answer. Things were going good. A few more and then he would reward her. "This next one doesn't really have a name. Sometimes I will just say, down. You will use it to show submission and obedience.
You will go into this position when you are in trouble and know you are receiving discipline. I will also order you to this position if you displease me. You will go back on your knees and then place your top half on the floor so that your bottom is up in the air.
Your chest and face will be on the floor and you will turn your head toward my direction again. Now, down." She once again changed positions. She didn't know what to do with her arms once there so she flashed him a look again. She felt funny with her fanny in the air but obeyed anyway.
Seeing her look and noting that she seemed at a loss as to what to do with her arms, he told her, "For now stretch your arms above your head like you are bowing. Other times your arms may be bound behind your back but if they are not, this is how you will present in this position.
You are doing very good by the way." He left her to wait there and watched her. She did not seem to be uncomfortable. He smiled as he looked at her pert little bottom. Inside he was feeling very proud, but knew that he could not let on to her. A slave must always wonder if they are pleasing their Master, if they knew otherwise they could become vain and lazy. He wondered if he should give her a small lesson in discipline. Why not, just to see how she reacted.
She could not see him very well from her current position but knew he was still sitting behind and to the side of her. She wondered what was next. Why was he not saying anything? She arched her back a little, not because she was uncomfortable, just to stretch it out. Seeing him stand, she stopped. What now, her mind flashed. He moved totally behind her and she could not see him now.
She felt the floor shift behind her. Next he touched her hip. He then moved into her line of sight and she saw that he was kneeling next to her. He started stroking her back and bottom. This brought a sigh to her lips. He felt her begin to relax a little. As he stroked her, he lifted the robe out of the way, thinking that he should have had her remove it before he started.
Feeling that she was totally relaxed, he swatted her behind with a gentle, but firm slap. She jumped a little and a small whimper escaped her. He gave her another one. This time she whimpered again but remained still. Good, he thought, and gave her one more.
Again she remained still. This was better than he hoped. He longed to go on but knew he had pushed her limits tonight. He got up and resumed his seat. Sighing he said, "Kneel up." She went back to the right position and even lifted her head to present her collar. He felt desire shoot through him. He marveled at the power she had over him.
"Okay Silk, go ahead and kneel look at me now." She did and then lifted her eyes to meet his. Seeing his smile, she returned it and sent a silent prayer that she had done well and not looked the fool.
"Do you have any questions?" He asked. He also noticed that she had not finished her desert and reached for it. Scooping up a forkful, he began to feed her. Shyly she began, "I do, but I don't want to look silly." She accepted a forkful of cheesecake. The flavor was heaven and the look on her face showed it.
Smiling at that look, he continued to feed her and asked, "What do you want to know. Ask me anything I want you to learn. Remember, the only dumb question is the one not asked." "This could take all night. There are so many things I'd like to know, so many questions to ask," she replied after swallowing a mouthful. "I don't even know how to ask some of the questions, I want to know." "So just start asking, we have forever. The world is not going to end tomorrow. Just ask what comes to mind and don't be afraid to ask me anything.
I will not laugh at you," He answered back smiling. Thinking about what to ask first, she bit her lip in thought, "Well, I guess I should ask what is first and foremost on my mind.
I know that there is some punishment and spanking involved in this, but to what degree and how much do you do it?" "Are you afraid that I'll hurt you little one?" He asked smoothly. Feeling her body tremble at the sound of his voice, she unknowingly closed her eyes and sighed loudly. "No, not afraid, but I don't really know much about it. I liked when you swatted me a few minutes ago. Made me hot, but I am a little scared about the rest of the stuff involved. What about the tools and stuff?
Also, why do you call me little one or pet?" Giving her another mouthful, he replied, "I will teach you about all the tools and stuff that are involved as you learn. I will not hurt you only give you slight pain. I will not lie to you; some things may cause some minor pain, but never serious pain.
I will teach you to like it and we will start slow, increasing as you learn. As for the term little one or pet, they are basically names that a Master calls his slave. They are not meant to be a put down. More like a pet name. Besides you are little to me." Feeling braver, she asked, "Will you tie me up?" A little unsure about whether she wanted to be tied, he stated, "Maybe, why, do you want me too. Will I need to tie you?" He knew that he would defiantly tie her at some point but wanted to see what she thought about that.
Thinking about it a little, she smiled, "I don't know. I am not afraid, but I have seen some things that look too painful. I don't think I am in to hardcore pain. Do you know what I mean?" Wondering where she had seen anything like she was hinting at, he asked, "Just what have you seen and where?" "Internet," came a quick answer.
"Why?" He fed her the last of her dessert and stood up. Smiling to himself, when she stayed put, he picked up his plate and carried both their plates to the sink.
Then he went to his room and opened a drawer. Silk saw him take out a magazine and then he came back to the table with it and sat down again. "Is this what you are referring to?" He held out the magazine, which he had turned to a page that had a girl tie up by her hair and breasts. Her arms where tied behind her back and she was lifted up till she danced on her tiptoes. Her breasts had clamps on them and their where clothes pins on her thighs and crotch.
"Oh my god, do people really do that?" She gushed without thinking. "That and worse. I could show you things that would make you run. Tell me what you think of this one," he asked as he turned a few pages? This one showed a girl tied to a cross looking thing. Her hands were tied to the cross members, her mouth had a gag in it and her breast were bound with ropes and there were needles stuck through them.
Her breasts were almost purple and there was blood dripping from the needles. The girls face showed pleasure though.
"It looks really painful. Are you asking if I would do that? I think not, but surely that is not all there is," she seemed to beg. He laughed lightly at her eagerness, "No, that is no all there is. I will show you what I expect of you. I promise it will not be like that. Actually I am not in to that sort of thing myself. I have done it for someone else, but I got nothing out of it what so ever. I have different tastes. You'll see." "What if I decide I want to stop? How do I tell you so?" Smiling at how she was opening up to him, he calmly answered, "We will have what are called code words or safe words.
I will also give you an action word too. When you hear this word from me, it means to pay attention or mind me. Your safe word will tell me you want to stop. Just saying no or stop will not work. Do you understand?" Taking in all in, she answered back. 'Yes. So what will those words be?" "Well usually they are something that we would not say normally.
Your safe word is your safety net so to speak, so it is usually something easy to remember. How about Brant? It's my middle name, so you would have no reason to say it normally. Can you remember that?" She smiled at him, "Yes, Master." He felt pride at those simple words, more pride then he had ever felt before upon hearing them, "Good, now for your action word, I will use emerald, because it reminds me of your eyes.
When you hear me say that word, you will know to obey. If we are out in the normal world and I say it, you are to mind me totally, no questions asked. Okay?" She nodded and smiled.
He felt that it was going well. This was going to work. "I need to add, in the normal world, we don't show this to others.
They don't usually understand. When I say mind me, I mean in deed, not in voice. You don't have to call me Master, and you will never kneel or anything like that. You will show your submission with your actions, body language and eyes. You do understand what I am saying, right?" "Yes, Master," came that her voice, strong again. She was looking very comfortable now, very as ease with all of it. He knew she was going to fit in well.
All he had to do was move slow and always let her ask questions if need be. She seemed to need to ask and that was perfectly fine with him. Feeling the need to connect with her, he had to tell her about the significance of his middle name for her safe word. He wanted to tell her everything.
He knew here and now that they had connected in a way that most never do in this lifestyle. Most never found someone they could spend their lives with and that is exactly what Michael knew he had found in Silky. Michael also knew to take it slow and not scare her off, but he still wanted to tell her about her safe word. Placing his finger under her chin, he looked into her eyes as he spoke, "I wanted to tell you something. About your safe word, usually I use a word like red or I let the slave pick the word since it for them to use.
I gave you my middle name for yours as a special symbol. Most never know my middle name, so you are special in that. Also I gave it to you because I feel something for you that I have never felt before for any slave.
I don't want to spook you, but I had to tell you " Not knowing what to say, but totally understanding what he was saying, she just stared at him while smiling to herself. She felt the same thing, but knew to take things slow. 'You can't rush a good thing.' Finally she knew he needed her to say something, so she replied. "I know what you are saying. Don't worry. I'm not scared. We'll take things slow and see where we end up." His heart flipped and with her simple words he knew that this was going to work out perfectly.
Not only was she already knowledgeable about the lifestyle, but also she seemed to want to be a part of it even if she didn't know that was what she really wanted.
She needed training but he knew that she would fit in well. "May I ask something, Master," she asked hesitantly. Smiling at the way the word Master seem to flow from her lips, he said, "Yes, you may." "You didn't answer me when I asked about being tied up.
Will you tie me?" Judging the look on her face he knew she could handle the truth, "Yes, Silk. I will tie you up, down or whatever else I see fit at some point. Does this answer you question?" Blushing, she replied, "Yes, Master." Michael stood and began to clear the desert plates from the table.
He looked back to see if she had stood up, and was please to see that she remained kneeling and had cast her eyes down again. He smiled to himself again. What a slave she would make. "Is that all of your questions?" Blushing she bowed her head and said, "No, I have one more," she blushed even more and bowed her head farther, "Would you show me what you meant by having sex with me the belly position?" Laughing at her eager shyness, he put the food away and thought of the best answer for her question.
She had said show me, not tell me. So should he actually show her of just explain it. Finishing up with the food, he made up his mind and came back over to her. He held out his hand to her and she took it. "Stand up and look at me," he commanded softly. She stood and looked up to meet his eyes. He smiled at her and she smiled back and blushed again. "Help me load the dishwasher and I show you everything your heart desires," he stated and watched her blush again.
Together they loaded the dishwasher, her rinsing the dishes and him putting them in the washer. As she filled the pan from the sauce to soak, he went and restarted the music. It was the same type just a different CD from the sound of it and Silk wondered who the group was.
It was very good music. The dishes were all done and the saucepan was soaking, so Silk turned from the sink and watched Michael. Michael came back in the kitchen when he was done and stood before her.
Watching her face, he decided to take her to the bedroom. He began kissing her again and she responded quickly. Slowly he pushed her backwards toward his bedroom.
He stopped next to the bed and removed the robe from her shoulders; slowly it slid down her body to the floor. Then she felt the mattress press into the back of her knees; she sank down on the bed, never breaking the kiss. Finally he pulled up from her mouth and watched her. She looked so innocent and yet so like a seductress. Slowly he explored her body with his eyes, next he lowered his mouth to her neck and she raised her chin to let him have access. He began kissing her neck and collarbone, sensing her neck was her weakness and knowing it was his.
"Did I tell you that I have a neck fetish?' Slowly understanding his words, she asked, "What do you mean?" "There is something about the neck that really turns me on. The look, the feel and the way my mouth feels on it.
Turns me on like crazy, sort of like how some men like breasts or ass. I like necks," he answered between kissing, showing her just how much his words were true. "Is that all?" She asked laughing. "Well that and legs.
I am a sucker for a great set of legs. I always look at the neck and then the legs first on a girl. Is that bad of me?" Laughing again, she said, "No, just very male." Then she added, "Do I pass your inspection?" "Perfectly," he replied as he buried his face in her neck again.
As he was kissing her, he began to remove the rest of the clothing. The top hooked in the back and he was making short work of it.
When the top was unfastened, he skimmed his hand down her stomach to the top of the garter. He began undoing the garters. With that done he grabbed the teddy and threw it.
Next he gave her a devilish look. "What?" she asked. Arching his eyebrow, he asked, "Are you ready?" So caught up in the moment, she could only nod yes. She was amazed at how turned on she was.
She felt like she was on fire. Michael sat up and reached for her legs. He grabbed her ankle and lifted her leg to his mouth. Slowly, using his mouth, he began removing the stocking from her leg. He noticed the goose bumps forming on her exposed flesh and sped things up a little.
Finally he had removed them both. Holding them him his hands, he got an idea. He lay down next to her and grabbed her hand and tied the stocking around her wrist and repeated the action on her other wrist, watching her face the whole time.
She seemed okay. He had left the ends free so technically she was not tied up, yet. He began to kiss her again. She almost lost it as he removed the stocking from her legs.
Never had anyone done that to her. She was in heaven. Then when he tied them to her wrists, she wondered what he was up to. The devilish look on his face told her that he was up to something, but what? She couldn't wait to find out. She wondered why the thought of him tying her up was exciting her so much. She couldn't remember ever feeling this excited, not even the first time they made love could compare with now. This time she was really dying.
As he kissed and fondled her, he was also judging her to see if she was ready. She seemed to be really into it and so he decided to take things a step further. "Belly, now with your head towards the foot of the bed," he ordered. Quickly she assumed the position he had asked for and even stretched her arms above her without being told to. Waiting to see what was next she sighed and turned her head towards the direction that he was.
Watching what she could, she saw him get up off the bed and remove his shorts. She sighed again at the sight of his naked body and noticed that his desire for her was very evident.
She also noticed him watching her so she smiled at him. "What are you sighing and smiling about?" He asked. "Nothing," She started to say but a sharp slap on her bottom stopped her. Her eyes flashed to his. "When you are asked a question, you will always answer with a complete answer.
Saying nothing to me means that you are refusing to answer. Do you understand?" He replied very sternly leaving no doubt in Silk's mind that he meant business. "Yes, Master," came a strong reply. "Now answer the question," he ordered.
The answer came with a blush, "I sighed at the sight of your naked body because it pleases me and I smiled because you smiled at me." Giving an approving nod to her answer, he got back on the bed. He rubbed her ass where he had slapped it feeling the heat and admiring the red mark it left.
She seemed to press her ass up to meet his hand. He liked that. He bent over her body and lifted her hair off and neck and draped it to the side. As he bent to kiss her neck, he noticed the mark that he had left on her neck in the throws of passion earlier. He kissed it and pressed his lips into the bruises, hoping it didn't hurt too much. "Opps," Michael whispered in her ear, "Your not going to believe the nasty mark I left on your neck when I gripped it earlier on the table.
It's bruised pretty badly. I'll rub it later if it hurts, okay" "Yes Master, I guess its just rewards for the nasty marks I left on your back," she smiled back to him. The answer totally floored him, he was glad that she took it well but surprised too. Most women would have been a little upset at least. Taking it a good sign, he proceeded to straddle her body and then he reached up and grabbed the stockings and tied her to the footboard.
Next he shifted himself down her body till his head was level with hers and began to kiss her neck again. He shifted himself and her body into a position that was a little awkward for Silk. Placing his hands on each side of her body, he leaned down to her ear and whispered, "This is how I have sex with you in this position." Next he pressed his hips forward and entered her just a little bit and then with a large thrust, he hissed in her ear, "Mine," and entered her totally.
Silk climaxed right then and grabbed the footboard; next she threw back her head and moaned loudly almost a scream. Michael was surprised at the sound but said nothing.
He began to thrust into her prone body and began to pay attentions to the sign that would signal her next climax. He hadn't mean for her to explode like that. He wanted to teach her to beg for it. She was just too hot. He felt her nearing that point again and slowed to almost a stop. After doing this four more times he could feel that she was getting frustrated. "Do you want to come?" he hissed in her ear? "Yes, Master," came a crazed answer.
Smiling at her tone, he hissed back, "Ask permission and I may let you." Wondering what he was meaning, she thought on this, "ask permission?' Before she could think on this more he brought her to the brink again and stopped. She tried to wiggle to bring herself off, but with him on her body like this she was unable to. She let out a whimper. "Ask for what you want," again came the hiss in her ear He felt her come down a bit and began to move and work her back up.
She neared quickly and he stopped but flexed himself a little to tease her. Knowing she really needed release. "Please Master, " came a plea. "Please what, slave." Knowing she would literally have to ask for it, she begged, "Please make me come.
May I please?" "Not yet little one." He worked her back up again and then stopped and this time he pulled away from her. After several minutes he entered her slowly and began to build her back up again. This time he would give her release, but he let her think he was going to tease her once more.
Feeling and seeing the signs that she was almost there, he put himself in the same frame of mind. She gave a whimper and silently begged for release. She was half crazed and almost there and she knew he would stop again. "Now you may come," he breathed in her ear.
He kept the motion going, not stopping this time and between his voice in her ear and the rhythm of his thrusts she lost all control and gave herself up to the feeling. It was so intense, she passed out.
Michael knew when she lost consciousness but could not stop either.
He felt his climax near and gave into it. Remembering what happen last time, he kept his hands off her body. Afterwards he collapsed on her and lay there for a few minutes. After catching his breath, he got up from the bed. Looking down on her lying on the bed, he smiled to himself. He noticed that her hands had been clutching the footboard, but now were relaxed.
She had passed out and fallen asleep. This touched Michael in a way he never had known. He untied her hands and rearranged her so that her head was on the pillow. She never woke up. After getting a glass of water, he came to bed also and pulled her into his embrace. Cuddling up with her, he began to fall asleep. He whispered in her ear, "Silk, I think I could fall totally and helplessly in love with you." And then fell asleep.
Later in the middle of the night, she began to rub her body against his and this woke him up. He noticed that she was still asleep. Her body felt so good next to his and soon his hands were roaming her soft flesh. Desire flooded through him. This amazed him, he never was usually this affected by a women. He laughed to himself, at this rate, he would wear himself out before he trained her properly. Oh well, he thought. At lease he would be happy. Deciding that he was too awake and excited now to sleep, he lifted her leg and entered her from behind.
Slowly he began to thrust into her knowing that her lusty nature would soon have her awake and panting. He felt her begin to stir. She thought it was a dream at first. Michael was stroking her body again and she was responding and then he was making love to her and slowly she came to realize that it was not a dream. Surfacing to reality, she noticed the position they were in and smiled.
What would he think of next? His thrusts were making her head swim. They were like a tease. She arched her back and turned her head to his face. There was just enough light that she could see his smile and eyes. He bent his head and kissed her lips. She then turned her head away, pressed back into him and sighed. With her fully awake now, he began to thrust more powerfully now.
Her body felt so good around him and he was fast losing control. He clutched her hip and began to drive into her hard. Knowing that she would explode with him, he kept it up till he felt ready to explode.
Just then she lost it and reached back and dug her nails into his thigh. That was the final straw; he lost all control, pressing into her tightly. Fiercely he whispered to her, "Your mine now," never noticing that he was clutching her hip in the same manner that he had done her neck earlier. "Yes, Master," was her only answer. In the aftermath, they lay there panting. Silk settled back into him and fell asleep again. Michael looked up at the clock.
Seeing it was a little after three, he decided to go back to sleep for a while. **** Blaring music woke Silk up later. What a noise she thought to herself, such a change from the soft sensual music from the night before. She reached up and noting the time, turned off the radio. She then rolled over and found that Michael was still sleeping. Thinking it would please him greatly; she pushed him on to his back and scooted down under the covers.
Once there she proceeded to orally excite him. She felt him began to stir as she massaged him with her mouth and tongue. As she took him deeper his hands found her neck and shoulders and he began to caress her. Then his hands found her hair and he gathered it in his hands, keeping it off her face.
She kept this up and after a few more minutes, she felt him go still as a board, next his hand clamped down on her neck and she was forced to take him all the way into her throat as he spilled his seed. Afterwards she scooted back up his body and he lifted the covers for her.
Then he pulled her down on top of his body and hugged her. Did she know how intimate and special to him, what she just did was? He proudly noticed that she swallowed happily though. "Wow," he said a little out of breath. "I have to tell you that was a first for me. No one has ever been able to do that." "Really," she squeaked. "Yes, I am serious. You are going to be in so much trouble now. I may never let you leave me." He teased.
Then on a serious note he added, "Thank you for that. That is something that I would not have asked for from you. I may have made you perform oral but not all the way like you just did. Do you know how special that is to a man, Silky?" Shaking her head yes, she blushed and then said, "Yes, Master," and laid her head down on his chest to hide her blush.
They lay there just holding each other when the thought occurred to him; he hadn't used any protection with her. 'God Michael, when you screw up, you do it well.' "Silk we have a problem, I forgot to use any protection each time," He whispered to her. Smiling at his thoughtfulness, she said to him, "Don't worry, I have the shot and I am clean." Shocked at her words, he responded to this, "I never worried about you being clean, my only concern was that you could get pregnant, not that I wouldn't want to have children, but not at this point in time.
You, my darling slave, should worry about my cleanliness. You don't know me that well and I am no saint." "How do you know I am clean?" she asked.
Cocking his eyebrow, he answered, "Because, you are not the type to sleep around and you already told me that you and Reed went out for two years and he was your first and you just broke up with him two days ago. So this makes me pretty sure that you are clean, because that makes me the only other male to have your delightful body." He knew there was one other, but wanted to see if she would tell him about it.
"Actually you're the fourth one, Michael," she replied smoothly getting up off him and out of bed. Standing with her back to him by the side of the bed, she began to stretch. Taking what she said in, he thought on this. Fourth, how could that be, she only ever talked about Reed and Taylor, who else was there? Why hadn't she mentioned this other one to anyone?
He knew that he would defiantly find out. "So who are the others? Need I change my thoughts about your level of cleanliness?" he asked as she was walking away. She went as far as the dinning room and picked up her clothing.
Smiling to him, she began to dress. "Well one was actually a boyfriend for a while and the other was a drunk mistake." Getting up, he slipped his shorts on, and then coming in the kitchen; he started the coffee to brew.
"Please explain," he commanded. With a sigh she replied, "Once about a three months after Reed and I started dating, I was very ill and he got drunk at a party and slept with this girl who I hated to begin with. Well Reed felt guilty and said I could do the same as pay back.
During the following summer, while he was gone for six weeks, I did. His name was Neil. He was new to the school, came the last two months of the year. Reed and I were friendly with him. In fact he drove Reed to the airport when he left for the summer. Reed had asked Neil to look after me while he was gone." "And so the friend took advantage of the trust and slept with you?" Michael asked with a slight anger tone in his voice.
"No, will you let me finish?" Michael shook his head yes "Well there was this party that we have every year at the lake, an all night affair. Reed knew I wanted to go and so he told Neil to take me. Being teenagers, there is always drinking going on. I got drunk and since I already sort of had the hots for Neil, as did most girls, I came on to him and he responded.
I was in a skimpy bikini and just really crawled all over him, he couldn't resist me. So we went back to his house and had sex all night. The next morning, I knew I had done wrong and I told Neil so and left. I made sure only to see him with others around after that. When Reed came back, I told him right away. We were in the barn, getting ready to go riding and he jumped on the horse and shot off across the field. Neil's house was on the other side of this field. Knowing where he was heading, I followed, but his horse was faster so I couldn't catch up.
I got to the house just as Reed had dragged Neil outside and was punching him. I jumped on to the porch and tried to stop it.
Reed accidentally hit me in the face, hard and that ended the fight. Neil grabbed me to protect me and Reed saw this as total betrayal and took off again, this time he grabbed the reins to my horse and took her with him. As he left, he yelled that he was going to tell my father what a slut I was and all about my summer activities.
He also said that it was over." Michael watched her as she spoke and noticed that she was slightly remorseful even now about it. Wondering how she ended up with Neil for a boyfriend, he plodded her along, "And so how did you end up as Neil's girl?" "I didn't that day.
Neil cleaned the blood up from my mouth and nose and got me some ice and then drove me home. When we got there, Reed was there in the garage with my father and he came out and started saying a bunch of bad things. I made Neil leave and faced Reed and my father on my own. I explained my side to my father, with Reed present and making nasty comments. My father never sided with me but he didn't condemn me either.
He said what I did was wrong, but that I was old enough to make my own way. He told Reed to watch his punches because this time it was an accident, but next time he would deal with him.
He also made Reed apologize to me." She paused to get a drink. "Reed and I fought for about 3 days and I finally had enough. I called Neil and told him to come take me out on a date. Reed said if he stepped foot on my property he'd kill him.
My father intervened and told Reed that he didn't want me so I was free to do as I pleased and that this was his property. The only one who would be doing any killing around here would be him." Looking up, she found Michael was intently listening.
She liked that; someone actually wanted to hear her side of the story. Michael smiled at her and then kissed her. She continued.
"So Neil and I became lovers. That is really all we were. I did it to piss Reed off and Neil did it because he wanted my body. This went on from the end of July till just before Thanksgiving.
During that time, Reed still hung around my house since he was my father's buddy first and he still made comments. He even got my brothers to say things and be nasty to Neil. I didn't really care, I just would try and never have Neil around them. This worked fine for the summer, until about the middle of September. Neil began to think I was keeping him away because I was messing around with Reed again. He got really possessive and jealous." She paused again and went to the bathroom.
When she came back she sat down on the floor at his feet, looking up at him she started again. "Finally the week before Thanksgiving, we had a bad snow storm, a white out blizzard. I was at work when it started and tried to get home anyway. It is about 45 minutes from the station to our house. All back country roads too. I ended up sliding and rolling my truck over. I was knocked out for a bit and when I came too, I was still inside, but the truck was upside down.
The windows were all broke out except the back one. I grabbed the car rugs and tried to keep myself warm and huddled up to the back window. I was there for about 4 hours. I was so cold. Reed found me and helped me out. Without a word between us, he took me to his house and once there, he undressed us both to rid us of the freezing wet clothes and begin to rub heat into my body.
I was so cold; I could not have talked if he had said something. Finally he carried me to the hot tub and put us both in there to warm up. I held on to him for dear life. As the warmth returned to me, I found him looking at me. Our eyes met and we just stared for a while. Finally Reed kissed me and the next thing I know, we are making love in the hot tub.
Afterwards we talked and he told me that he would have to do some thinking, but that if I were smart I would end it with Neil. Since I really wanted Reed anyway, I made sure it happened and by January I was free of Neil."