Seduction: The Story of M (13 page)

I was glad the waiter brought the wine
just then. I had not given any thought to his proposition. I still wanted to wake up in my own bed tomorrow. It seemed very presumptuous to jump into an offer like that when I had no clue as to who this man really was. I wondered if he had made such offers before to others. I caught the waiter peeking into my top as he poured the wine. I didn’t know whether to blush or be flattered.

“Have you made such offers before?” I sipped at the wine.

“Do you mean have I had a submissive slave before?”

“Yes”

“Yes I have,” he said, swirling his wine. “And by the way, if we were upstairs right now your ass would be good and red, and I don’t care if it’s sore from last night. You keep it up I may just take you there now.”

 
His voice was playful but his look was serious. For a moment I was puzzled and then I understood.

“Yes
, Sir,” I tried to hide a timid smirk.

“Good girl
,” he whispered. “And if you were to embrace this lifestyle, I’d be paddling that ass right here and now.”

I blushed instantly as I pictured myself in that predicament.

“I don’t think I could do that, Sir.”

“Do what?”

“Just drop my life as I know it and be your sex slave, Sir.”

“Don’t dismiss the thought just yet
, Misty. I know that it probably seems absurd from your standpoint right now, but I doubt you have given it any real thought yet have you?”

“No Sir, actually I haven’t given it very much thought. It just seems a little too farfetched for me. The last couple of days with you have been very exciting and pleasurable
, I will admit. But I can’t see myself being into the lifestyle I see here today.”

“Oh really?” he took a drink of his wine. “Why are you still here then
, Misty? Why have you not asked me to take you home yet? Did the fourth floor scare you or was your mind made up prior to that?”

“There was never anything to think about
, Sir. I woke up this morning and thought of how nice it will be to wake up in my own bed tomorrow. I have not asked you to take me home because I’ve been enjoying your company and I wanted to learn a bit more about your lifestyle and the way you live.”

A devious smile spread across his lips
. “You wanted to learn a bit more about my
lifestyle
,” he corrected. “You may have done an exemplary job of blushing today but I can see the curiosity in your eyes. I watched your reactions today while you observed. Those little things you don’t think other people notice. Like when your asshole puckered at the last door when you saw the phallus in that man’s ass attached to those chains. And I hope you thought of my cock when it did.

“
You may be embarrassed by all the public display and not be able to see yourself being as such in public, Misty, but I seriously think that behind closed doors you could see yourself decked out like the stretched out poster girl in the watch and learn room, and me holding that whip. Am I right?”

Wow, he really paid attention didn’t he?
I faked a smile. “Yes, Sir”

“Would you also have to admit that until now
, you have not experienced sex on the levels in which you have experienced with me?”

“Yes Sir
.”  That much was
certainly
true.

“Do you want more of that
, Misty?”

“Yes Sir, but not at
the risk of turning my life upside down on a rash decision I could regret terribly later on.”

“I’m afraid you’re not seeing all the opportunities before you
, Misty. Your job pays you peanuts while you struggle to put yourself through school. From what I can tell you do not have a man or boyfriend in your life and you live alone. I am not asking you to turn you life upside down. If it’s true that you enjoy my company, spend a little more time with me.

“
I’m not asking for any type of commitment and at anytime you desire to leave you will be free to do so, with no questions asked. If you are worried about your flat or having nowhere to go should you leave, I will pay for your place for as long as you like.

“
I will pay for your tuition for school for as long as you stay also. The way I see it, my offer would be
simplifying
your life and making things easier for you. And as far as regrets go, Misty, I hardly think you regret this experience.”

He had a way with logic and reasoning I had to give him that. Our food came and my third glass of wine was starting to hit my head a little. At least I was more relaxed. I let myself ponder what he said while I picked at my food. Although it sounded good upfront I still didn’t know what I’d be getting myself into.

“What would be expected of me, Sir?” I watched him smile before plucking a piece of meat from his fork.

“Exact
ly what I expect of you now,” he answered.  “I want you to always give me the respect I deserve, and continue to free your mind and body through new explorations and experiences. Always remember, some things can only be understood by experiencing them.”

I polished off my wine and watched him pour me more
. “So you are saying, that I will be naked at all times while alone with you, never concealing my decadent treats, as you called them.  That I will only ever know you as Sir, and I will be at your disposal, sexually… anytime you want without questioning it, in return for a free ride to collage, and a place to stay?” It sounded tacky even as I said it.

“I liked the way I said it better,
” he commented, a wry smile touching his lips.  “And there are times you will need to wear cloths so you won’t be naked 100% of the time. And although you will indeed be at my disposal, please don’t think I will abuse the right. I know how to be respectful and understanding. As for my name, you will know it when you know your answer.”

“I liked the way you said it better too
, Sir. However, it makes me feel like I can be bought. I feel like you’re bribing me and as sweet as it all sounds… knowing I am free walk away at anytime and go back to what I have now is a very generous offer.  But it still makes me feel cheap.”

“God
, Misty, are you really always this skeptical? Some people see the glass as half empty while other see it as half full. It’s all in the eye of the beholder isn’t it?” He made a gesture of a toast with his glass and chuckled.

Was he just making fun of me?
I paused and shot him a scowl. He winked back at me.

“Listen
, Precious, and you truly are precious, by the way. Let this mull over in your head a little while, and come to the show with me after we finish the wine. If you know you won’t be comfortable seeing more of what you saw today, I’ll understand and we can go back to the room and you can decide what you want to do.”

I finished the last few morsels of food on my plate and wiped my mouth with the cloth napkin.
I was happy and content, courtesy of the wine. “I’ll go to the show with you, Sir.”

“Good girl
, Misty” he took my hand in his and kissed it.

Chapter 11
: Wonder Lust

It was almost 7:30 when we walked into the oval banquet hall. The lights were very dim in the audience. Nicely padded folding chairs were set more to the front of the room, while plush armchairs and loveseats skirted the edges and far back of the room. He held my arm in his while we approached a loveseat in the far back of the room. It had a sign on it, reserved for # 618.

“You reserved a seat?” I whispered
.

“Of course, I always make a donation to the last day exhibitions.”

As we took our seat I set my eyes to what was going on in the front of the room. A small stage was set to represent a dungeon. A young blond haired woman was on display, bound hand and foot between two large wooden posts. She wore a dainty little rag of a covering from mid hip to just below her pussy lips.

Her chest was bare with the exception of the corded rope tied in crisscross attire over and under her breasts, accentuating and exemplifying them. It was wound tight several times just under her breasts and also tied to the post on each side of her. I got the impression she was to represent having been captured. She had a piece of cloth that matched her ragged little skirt tied as a gag around her mouth. She looked quite pitiful and helpless.

“It looks like we just caught the beginning of this one.” He whispered and put his arm around me pulling me back a bit as if suggesting I sit back and relax. I leaned into him a little bit making myself comfortable.

A husky dark haired man walked up onto the little stage. He wore black jeans, no shirt over his hairy chest and carried a whip in his hand. He walked over to a small table offset behind the young woman and picked up what looked like a slate. He read aloud.

“Here for punishments, level two.
”
Then he set down the slate and walked towards the woman.

He cracked the whip into the air behind her and you could hear it slicing through the air, the woman’s body tensed up. The next one made contact with her backside although it was hard to tell where. She lurched and bucked a little at the restraints as the audible crack made its way to the back of the room. He walked towards her and grabbed her hair pulling it back so he could look at her face while he stepped up close behind her. She shrieked as her head got yanked back.

“You’re a new little slave aren’t you?” His voice boomed so all could hear.

She tried to nod her head and garbled something as he peered down on her face.

“Damn, then I must keep too level two punishments,” he complained, flinging her head forward. He gave a pouty look to the audience.

Some in the audience laughed, while he returned to that little table. When he returned he showed the audience a pair of nipple clamps with small weights hanging from them.

Turning his attention to the slave girl, he attached each one to her nipples, trying to stand in a way the audience could see as he put them on. Her face winced up and she struggled a little, I felt a twinge in my own nipples wondering how much that hurt. It looked like she was biting down a little on that gag.

He pulled the whip from his back pocket and coiled it up in his hand and then trailed it up her inner thigh. He lifted her ragged cloth using the handle and showed the audience her
shaved pussy and then dropped the cloth. He pawed at one of her breasts, squeezing it and shaking it so that weight would move. It was faint but I could hear her whimpers.

He moved the coils of the whip between her thighs and rubbed up and down them, while he licked the hardened nubs of her nipples. His hand disappeared up under her little cloth and she groaned wriggling her hips. He dropped the whip but his hand remained under her cloth, the tail of the whip hit the floor as he sucked her nipple and then backed away from her. She pulled her head forward her eyes following him.

He gathered up a portion of his whip and then lashed out at her with it, striking her inner thigh. Her body jolted while she let out a very clear yelp. He returned it with a crisp sounding crack to just under her belly button.

“Dance for me
, little slave,” he commanded striking again to her inner thigh.

Her body commenced to the command of the whip
, jerking and pulling at her restraints. He moved around her body lashing her several more times, at least three across her breasts and more on her backside. Her body started to quiver while she groaned and tried to beg him behind that gag. Her pleas were unheard until he was satisfied with his handy work.

He pocketed the handle of his whip to his back pocket and moved in close to her body again, inspecting the pink marks of his whip, tracing some of them on her inner thigh with his fingers. He inspected her modestly and licked the marks along her breasts. It sounded like she was thanking him, the gag was wet and
spittle had accumulating near the corners of her mouth.

He moved around behind her making the same inspections
.  Then he removed her rag cloth from her hips. He stood behind her as he reached to her pussy lips and pulled them open, exposing her wetness to the audience.  Using two fingers he pushed them far up inside her. It made me think of what happened to me in the hallway last night as she let her head fall back against him and groaned.

While he was working her pussy he pulled his whip out again and started to rub the handle of it over her clit quite quickly. Her hips were bucking and thrashing and you could see her pulling at the restraints while she whimpered and moaned. It wasn’t long until she was near orgasm. Her head was shaking back and forth and the weights on her nipples were swaying to and fro.

He feathered her clit faster with the handle as he pulled his fingers from her ripe juicy cunt, spreading the wetness up her stomach. He reached over to one of the weights and removed it. She screamed loudly and her body shook immensely.

He removed the other one and her whole body looked like it was vibrating while she let out a curdling scream. He let the weights drop to the floor with a thud and then rolled and pinched each of her nipples, while she thrashed against the bonds.

 He brought both hands to her sex, holding her open and exposed while he delved his fingers back inside of her and pumped them, while ravaging her clit with his thumb.

Within moments she was deeply indulged in orgasm. Her head was thrashing against his shoulder and every part of her body was lost in wave after wave of blissful induction. Her hips thrashed and bucked into his hands, her voice shrill as she gasped and whimpered as he tormented her engorged clit.

He pushed his fingers back up inside of her and started pumping them inside of her very fast. Her eyes were shut tightly while she bit down on the cloth gag, and her face looked very anguished.

Soon it was inevitable and the spray of female ejaculate covered his fingers and hand while she squealed. It dripped down her inner thighs leaving a
good-sized puddle on the stage floor. When he finally pulled both his hands from her body, her head fell forward and her blond hair shrouded her face. The audience started to clap.

The husky man pulled her ragged cloth from his front pocket and wiped off his hands and he bowed to the applauding audience. Then he walked over to his little slave girl and lifted her face and gave her a quick little kiss, whispering something to her.

Two other men came out carrying a partition and blocked the view to the stage while the young woman was obviously removed from her bonds.

“Did you enjoy that Misty?”

“It rather reminded me of something that occurred last night between us, Sir.” I whispered, a smile touching my lips.

“I know that, but did you enjoy seeing it happen to someone else?” He pulled me up closer to him, tucking his hand under my arm and wrapping his fingers around my left breast as he cinched my upper body tightly against his.

“Yes, Sir,” I had to admit.

“Did it arouse you Misty?”

“Yes, Sir,” I answered a second time.  The heat of a blush crossed my face.

He moved his right hand over my lap and started
to put his hand under my skirt. “Please, Sir—”

He hushed me and told me trust him.

I looked around the audience as his fingers crept into my crotch. All I could really see were the silhouettes of the men and woman in the audience. He parted my lips and I blushed all the more when he found my pussy wet with arousal.

“Oh my, I think you enjoyed that very much.” He chuckled very softly. “I bet if I just circled your little clit a few times you might be ready to come too.”
He slowly pulled his hand out.

I turned my face into his chest with embarrassment and laid my arm across his abdomen like I was hugging him.

Soon the two men were carting off the partition and the whole backdrop of the stagehand been changed to look a country barnyard. In the middle of the stage was a bale of hay and a small stool like the one back in the basement of Jim’s garage.

A young man was being brought up onto the stage by way of a slightly older woman decked out in tight black leather and very high heels. Her breasts were cinched up into a black half corset so that her nipples were protruding just over the top of it.
 He was on his hands and knees and naked. Around his neck he wore a black collar with a big silver ring. Attached to that was a leash that the woman held onto as she led him to center stage.

“Kneel up for your audience
, my little cow,” she boasted loudly so all could hear.

The man lifted his hands and placed them behind his neck, his head remained bowed as he looked at the floor. There was no hair on his chest and it glistened as if he had been rubbed down with oil. He spread his knees apart and there was some kind of plastic cage device on his cock with a gold colored lock like the one on the collar I had worn. His genitals had also been shaved and oiled.

“My little cow here has not been milked all week. I imagine he has a lot of milk stored up,” the woman said. She pulled a ridding crop from behind her and put it under his chin and forced him to raise his head and address his audience.

His face was a bit red and
I could tell he was not very comfortable being put on display like this.

“Are you ready to be milked
, my little cow?” she daunted.

“Yes
, Mistress” he looked at her as he spoke.

“Good boy
.” She patted his ass cheeks with her crop, and led him over to the bale of hay behind them.

She instructed him to sit on the bale. His back was facing the audience while she stood in front of him. She used her heels to slide his feet into the positions she wanted them in. His hands were resting on the bale at his sides. She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned down so that her breasts were right in front of his face.

She told him to get his key and he buried his face into her half covered bubbly mounds and pulled a key from her cleavage. She turned his head so that the audience could see the key and then she took it from his lips and knelt down between his thighs and removed the plastic cock cage.

“Thank you
, Mistress,” his voice sounded meek.

She instructed him to
lie back across the bale and to place his hands on the floor outstretched on each side of his head, forcing him to view his audience from an upside down position. She stood and walked around him while she tapped the crop dauntingly into her palm as if trying to decide where to slap him with it first.

She placed the crop tip onto his chest and started to caress his chest with it. You could see the man’s breathing start to change as he took deeper breaths. She moved the leather tip of the crop all up and down his exposed chest and then moved
it to tops of his legs and inner thighs.

His cock started to swell as she trailed the crop over his balls. He let out a soft groan and she pulled the crop back and then slapped him with it modestly right on the shaft of his cock. His chest jerked and his face showed a slight wince.

I was sure that this wasn’t his first time receiving such treatment. 

He kept his eyes shut while she taunted him with her crop. She told him he was to
o pale and needed some color while she proceeded to slap his chest, his legs, and the exposed underside of his arms.

 
Occasionally she would reprimand him for moving his hands or his feet with a harder slap to a more sensitive area.  His whimpers could barely be heard in the back of the room, but it was clearly audible when he would said, “Thank you, Mistress.”

His cock was rock hard even after a couple of good swats to his balls. The anguish showed on his face as he yelped, and twitched. She tapped her crop on the head of his cock.
  “Good boy.”

After making sure he had enough color the Mistress ordered that he hold his feet up as well as his hands, and to hold himself still. After doing as instructed she took his hands and turned his body
, along with the bale, so that the audience now had a side view of what was going on.

I watched his stomach rise and fall while she went to that little table at the back of the stage. She came back with two pairs of leather cuffs.