Desire's Awakening (17 page)

“Lower your arms now.”

He tied her upper arms so they almost met behind her causing her breasts to jut forward. Then he came around front to admire his work. She was very impressed with his workmanship.

“Okay, I’m going to help you lie on the floor now.”

He held her by the back and lowered her body gently to the floor in a curled-up position. She felt him secure the ends of the bra’s top with the bottom rope at her knees. It was all very elaborate with special knots. He then double-checked his handiwork.

“Comfortable? You may answer me.”

She wriggled around in the bonds. The rope was very soft and did not irritate her skin and the wrapping was snug, but not overbearing. She could definitely stay tied in this position for hours without any discomfort.

“Yes Sir.”

“Good. You see, the point of tying up a sub is to make her feel totally helpless and to release all control to the Dominant. Though breast wrapping has to be monitored to ensure that it does not cut off blood flow to the breast, hog ties like this can be worn for hours. The Dominant will choose how long you will be restrained, depending on his reason for doing so.

“Some restrain their subs to make them totally helpless during a scene or use it as discipline. Bondage can also be used to make the submissive very still, as in sensory deprivation. I’ve known some Dominants who have hung their subs upside down briefly from the ceiling, or in an awkward position to expose their pussy lips. Any questions?”

“Sir, do all Doms insist on bondage of some sort?” She was curious as to whether this would be a way of life.

“Some do, depending on their lifestyle. Just as there are varying degrees in submissive tendencies, there are ranges in Dom’s tastes. Some Doms never use rope bondage, preferring shackles, which are much quicker, to secure their sub and some Doms don’t use bondage at all.”

“Hmmm.”

“Yes?”

“Well, Sir, what if it’s too tight and my limbs are turning blue, but I can’t say anything because I have a gag in my mouth, Sir?”

“The Dom has the responsibility to be in control at all times. One of the most important jobs he has is to make sure that he does not injure his sub. You shouldn’t have to worry about that. However, it is always important to agree upon either a safe word or some signal before the bondage session begins—such as head nodding, grunting or blinking—to indicate your concern. That way, in case the Dominant did not realize what was happening, you would make him aware of your condition so that he could double-check his work.”

Kaitlin contemplated her bonds. Though they were definitely restricting in terms of movement, she felt comfortable because the Trainer was there watching her. She had learned to trust him and was not concerned about her safety while he was in control. But that was him…she wondered if she could feel the same about another Dom. She squirmed on the floor, noting that she would be unable to escape her bonds without assistance.

“Is there anything else you wish to know?”

“Well Sir, there is one thing.”

“Yes, what is that?”

“What if I say I do not wish to do this and my Master insists? Do I have the right to refuse?”

The Trainer stroked his thumb across her cheek.

“No, you do not. You should have discussed all of these issues at the beginning of your relationship. However, if your Master goes against your original agreement and has done so without asking you to modify the understanding, then you have the right to ask for release.”

She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Sir. That makes me feel much better.”

“Okay, this will take a little time to undo, so relax while I remove your ropes.”

Though she hadn’t looked him in the eyes during the entire time he worked on her, she could feel him staring at her, watching her reaction to everything he did. She knew he exercised care, not wanting her to have a repeat of her recent bad experience. She felt warmth coursing through her veins every time his skin brushed against her. She tamped down a strong desire to reach up and give him a passionate kiss because that would be taking the initiative and she reminded herself that would not be appropriate.

“You are dismissed for now. However, we will resume training tonight…in my room.”

Kat’s heart beat a staccato rhythm. Both excitement and fear coursed through her veins. She wanted to share more intimate times with the Trainer, yet she couldn’t help feeling a need for caution with Corinne so recently demoted because of what she did to Kaitlin.

“Yes Sir.” She knew Corinne’s bedroom was next to his and although she was told she no longer had to worry about the jealous Switch, she experienced momentary terror that something untoward might happen if Corinne found the two of them together again.

“Good. Report to Dolly for your chores and meet me in my room at nine o’clock sharp.”

She rose to leave and bowed.

“Look at me,” he said, taking her hand in his and stroking her palm with his fingertips. Slowly, she lifted her lashes to stare into his mesmerizing eyes. “I sense that you are worried about Corinne. It will be all right, I promise you.” The feather-light dusting of her palm sent shivers of delight all through her body.

“Yes Sir. Thank you.” She bowed and walked away.

* * * * *

Kat reported to her new mentor, Dolly, as ordered and was happy that her only chore was to help Miss Tiffany make dinner. She smiled. It was her second day with Dolly and she loved her already. Dolly was about four years older than Kaitlin. She had pale blonde hair, a pretty turned-up nose and big green eyes that sparkled when she smiled. Dolly’s sweet, high-pitched voice gave her an almost childish air.

But no one would mistake Dolly for a child. Kaitlin recognized immediately how Dolly got her name. She wore a size forty-four G. And the perfect pair was real! Not the plastic-surgeon variety predominantly found in South Florida. She was a real-life replica of Dolly Parton. Dolly laughed at Kaitlin’s wide-eyed wonder when she first saw her rack on Wednesday. She recalled their conversation.

“Didn’t ya know, darling, everything’s bigger in Texas! I may be in Florida now, but I grew up in Austin, Texas.” She giggled as she talked.

“Is your name really Dolly?” Kat asked, fascinated.

“No, it’s Anna Mae, but my Master has always had a fascination with Dolly Parton and because I had the figure, he had me dye my hair to look like her and asked if he could call me Dolly. It’s one of his fantasies and I was pleased to give it to him.”

“I think that’s adorable,” Kat said. “What are you here for?”

“My Master sent me to Sir Damien for eleven days primarily to experience breast bondage.”

Kaitlin secretly wished Sir Damien good luck with that challenge.

“I understand you are in a 24/7 relationship with your Master. How do you like it?” she asked her new mentor.

Dolly gave her the biggest, warmest smile she had seen in weeks.

“Darling, you ain’t seen nothing ’til you’ve been in one of these relationships. I tell you, it’s the best I’ve ever had. Puts all those ‘vanilla’ boys to shame. The sex is so much more interesting, but that’s just the frosting on the cake! Dominants treat you so good you can’t help but love ’em, and in return, they love you back. See this collar? It’s my Master’s way of saying I belong to him. We’re going to be married soon. I can’t wait!”

“That’s so exciting!”

“I know! I can’t believe it’s happening, but I’m so happy.”

“Sounds wonderful.” Kaitlin wondered if the Dominant who chose her would ever make her feel the same way Dolly did.

Dolly handed her a magazine.

“Here. Go through this catalogue and pick out whatever outfits you find appealing. We have to be prepared for the party Saturday night and Sir is taking a trip to the fetish store Saturday morning to buy any items we need. Choose a few, since we don’t know if they’ll have your size in stock. Also, that gives him several choices to pick from. And just remember, less is best. The object is to keep as much of you uncovered as possible. Look it over and I’ll come to your room in an hour to get your order.”

Kaitlin nodded. “Okay, I will. Thank you.”

On her way to her room, Kaitlin studied the woman on the cover of the catalogue entitled, “Clothes with A Different Attitude”. The model was dressed in a low-cut red vinyl vest that zipped up the front and wore a matching miniskirt with a zipper in the same position. The outfit was not exactly what Kaitlin had in mind.

She opened the booklet to see if there was something more to her liking. Most of the clothing was made of vinyl or pleather. She had a choice of open backs, open bottoms, holes to put her breasts through and outfits that were little more than leather straps or chains to emphasize her body parts.

She decided upon fishnet black thigh-high stockings, a little black thong and a leatherette open-top basque as her first choice and a black fishnet bodysuit with black vinyl short shorts and matching long-sleeve vinyl vest that zipped up the front as her second choice. For shoes, she chose a pair of six-inch stilettos with a two-inch platform front. Just the thought of putting on clothes again was exciting. She wondered if Sir Damien would deliver them to her personally.

When Dolly returned, she showed her the choices she made.

“Very nice. I’m sure the Trainer will be pleased. Well, I have to get going here, girl. My appointment with Sir Damien is in about fifteen minutes and I don’t want to be late. Do your chores and I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh I almost forgot. This is for you.”

She handed Kat a bottle of expensive perfume.

“It’s from Sir Damien. All right, gotta go! Enjoy tonight.”

“You know about that?”

Dolly winked. “Sure do, darling. I think you’re really gonna like what he’s got in store for you. But I promised not to tell. Bye!”

* * * * *

Kaitlin arrived at Sir Damien’s door at exactly nine p.m. Thursday night as directed. She knocked softly on the double doors and waited for him to allow her access. One door opened slightly and instead of inviting her in, Damien slipped out and stepped behind her. He covered her eyes with a brown silk tie, then taking her by the hand, led her into the room.

“Stand perfectly still. I’ll be right back,” he whispered into her ear.

She heard the latch locking on the door behind her. Soft rock music played in the background and the sweet scent of vanilla filled the room. Damien once again moved behind her and pressed against her back. His hand gently brushed her hair to one side and she felt him kiss her right shoulder. She tilted her head to the side to enjoy the caress of his soft, full lips and the rough stubble of a day’s beard against her skin. His fingertips slid slowly down her arms to her elbows. When his hands cupped and lifted her breasts, teasing the nipples into firm little balls of flesh, she moaned softly.

“Mmmm, you smell wonderful tonight. I see you are wearing the perfume that I sent you.”

She nodded.

“Good girl.”

He deftly removed the silk tie from her eyes. It took a moment to adjust to the dim light in the room. A dozen white candles set in cut crystal candle holders cast shards of soft light all around the room.

“What do you think?”

“Oh my, Sir. How beautiful!”

White and red rose petals scattered at her feet, creating a path to the bed, which was also sprinkled with matching rose petals.

“Follow the path,” he instructed, holding her hand as he led her to his king-size four-poster canopied bed. The brown comforter was pulled halfway down, revealing cream-colored satin sheets. A red rose lay on the pillow. He picked it up and held it under her nose so she could sniff its beautiful fragrance, then he dragged it across her chest. She closed her eyes to enjoy the luxurious feel of the soft petals against her skin.

“Tonight is all about experiencing the pleasure side of being a sensuous sub,” he said, seating her on the bed. “I want you to have a night like you’ve never had before.”

Kneeling before her, he reached over to a silver champagne bucket in a stand next to the bed and pulled out a chilled bottle of Dom Pérignon. The pop of the cork surprised her and she laughed. He lifted two crystal glasses from the nightstand and filled them halfway. He handed her one and clinked the top of his glass against hers.

“To you, for all that you are and all that you will be.”

She took a sip and the bubbles went directly to her nose. Giggling, she wiggled her nose at the fizzy sensation. Her eyes misted over as she looked around the room at the elaborate setting he had created just for her.

He took another sip and put his glass on the nightstand then took her glass from her. Looking deeply into her eyes, he smiled.

“Lie back upon the pillow.” She swung her legs up to the bed and did as instructed. Then he took off her heels and corset.

“Center your body on the bed.” He pulled a brown satin tie from each of the four poles and dangled them in front of her. “Here we have bondage of another type.” He wrapped a tie around each arm and leg so she was secured spread-eagle. “Are they too tight or are they okay? You may answer me.”

She tugged a little on each one. They were snug but did not feel as if they were cutting off her circulation.

“They’re fine, Sir.”

“Good. Then we can begin.” He stood and untied the sash at his waist. His silk robe slid off his shoulders onto the floor and he kicked it aside. She loved the way the candlelight highlighted every muscle and plane on his body. This was a sight she could drink in every night and never have her fill. With every movement, his muscles rippled under his skin.

He opened a drawer on the nightstand and withdrew a black satin mask. Reaching down, he placed it over her eyes. She sighed at the loss of being able to watch him.

“This is part of sensory deprivation. By taking away one of your senses, the others are heightened.”

She heard him opening a bottle of something that had the distinctive aroma of jasmine. The moment his hands touched her with the silky smooth liquid, she knew it was massage oil. He started at her breasts, drawing the slick liquid over each mound and then over her stomach. She shivered at the feel of the satiny slide of his oily hands over her flesh and closed her eyes to focus on the wonderful sensation. He took his time covering every inch of her with the warm, slightly fragranced oil.