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That Saturday morning, Westin awoke with his hand still gripping Christine's wrist. His mind was flooded when he glanced down at the naked woman asleep next to him. He had really been acting impulsively.
Permission to come?
He thought to him self
What am I doing, I'm just making this up as I go .
When his thoughts settled a bit he figured he must not be doing too bad, she seemed to have a good time, and she could have quit or left whenever she wanted. Still he didn't know really how to continue. She had taken all of his rules and orders without question. And, was definitly turned on by his control. Maybe he had managed to find what he was looking for. The man in him told him that he had an excellent night either way.
So he pulled himself away from Christine and climbed out of bed. Strolling to the dresser he removed a pair of black silk pajama pants and donned them. Reaching into another drawer he removed a white t-shirt and placed it in the bed where she lay. Next he walked to the bathroom and went about his ablutions. Finally he entered his office and hastily scribbled on a sticky note and brought it back to the bedroom, where he placed it on the shirt.
“Wear this…then find me.” It read in his large flowing script.
Once this was complete he ventured downstairs to clean up dinner and begin breakfast. He figured she would be hungry, and went about creating omelets and bacon. He also prepared Columbian coffee and sour dough toast. Grabbing a large tray he carried the entire affair including place settings for two into his den.
The den of the house was a sort of large study. His desk was in there with its Mahogany work surface and five drawers, two on either side and a deep center drawer. On it was his laptop. Also in the room was a large comfortable couch. It was suede and it faced a large glass coffee table, opposite was a large television. He placed the tray on the table and grabbed his laptop from the desk. Turning the TV on to the news channel he fired up the laptop and began eating.
Westin had just finished setting his empty plate down and was getting ready to pour himself a second cup of coffee when she timidly entered the room. She had the t-shirt on and nothing else, her undergarments having been destroyed the night before.
The post-it was in her right hand.
“Have some breakfast.” Westin said to her offering the tray. Then he stood up and took the note from her hand.
“I'll discard this while you settle in.” Not sure if her level of consciousness dictated her willingness for his control or not, he tossed the note in the wastebasket beside his desk, and sat back down on the couch to continue watching the news.
A few minutes later he was glancing to his right where she was buttering toast, he noticed that she had curled up onto the couch drawing her feet up into the large shirt and huddling against the back of the couch. He loved it. Everything she did was in a manner of submissiveness. Westin was more relaxed than he had been in a long time. Slowly he stretched his legs out onto the coffee table and crossed his ankles. Then he patted his thigh.
Here goes, let's see if she still wants to be part of this.
Christine lifted her plate of bacon and toast, and scooted over to be next to him. Laying the plate in front of her she put her head in his thigh and sighed contentedly before resuming her eating. That's when he began with the questions.
“Have you done this before?” He idly inquired.
“Yes sir.” Still timid
“Explain for me.” He was still warm to her.
“I had an ex who loved to restrain me and spank me. He was obsessed with controlling me and he turned abusive. He wanted to hurt me in the end. I eventually had to leave and start over.”
Westin managed to inwardly breath a sigh of relief. He was not going to be compared to a real dominant, just an asshole. As long as he made her feel secure and took away her worries she would let him do just about whatever he pleased.
“Have you been with other women before?” This question was on his mind. Internet sites had been chock full of girl on girl action, and he longed to see it first hand.
“Yes sir.”
“And was this something he made you do?” If it were forced then Westin would have a hard time getting his desired results.
“No sir, it was with a good friend, we had too much to drink.”
“Did you enjoy it?” The three-dollar question.
“Yes sir.” Excellent
He took her home later that day wearing her dress. He watched her until she entered her apartment and closed the door. They began their relationship, and he continued to see her for the next three weeks. The effect on each of them was startling. He was having fun again, and had relaxed finally. His clients were more comfortable around him, and his fingers and teeth were recovering. His jaw no longer ached from being ground.
Her performance at work was increasing nicely also. She was making a few cold calls, and had her portfolio of loans at a more respectable level. Personally they were making out fabulously. He made sure to fulfill her needs of spanking and was restraining her every time they met. Westin had taken to putting her in wrist and ankle cuffs whenever she was at his home for convenience. Then things slowly began to change for everyone when they were in his room watching a rented DVD one night.
Christine was bound on the burgundy fainting couch. Her wrists and ankles each hooked together, and then a short lead connecting the two behind her back. She was otherwise naked. He had turned the heat up to keep her from getting chill.
Westin was sprawled on the floor at the foot of the bed. A large black pillow propped him up. To her he was a vision lying there naked also, with his legs splayed breathing deep and strong, completely content with the world he commanded…completely content with her.
“Cardinal.” Her voice was still submissive even when invoking the stop word.
“Is something wrong? Do you need to be released?” His mind raced to find his fault, and he stood to be by her side incase she was losing circulation or getting cramp.
“No, I am comfortable. It's just that my apartment lease is up in one month.” She faltered a bit trying to get this statement out. She spoke just as he unclipped the lead allowing her to stretch out.
“You don't want to renew?”
Now he unclasped her feet and hands so she could move and allow them to circulate.
“I want to be yours everyday.”
This was lovely. He longed to have her permanently. Slowly he ran his fingers through her hair.
“You're sure?”
“Positive.”
“It would be different. Living in my house I would need you to still be cuffed and you would be always mine. There would be no more on and off when I call.”
She reached up and held the hand in her hair firmly with both of hers. Looking directly into his eyes.
“I don't want to be off. I want to be yours always.”
“Good. It's decided then. When your lease is up you move in.”
Her heart leapt at his words, and she felt herself growing hotter. He surprised her by speaking first.
“If you want this then we will continue now. I am deeply warmed by your desire to be mine. To prove that you want it I will ask that you give me this.”
He slid his hand behind her, and pulled her buttocks apart touching the rim of her hole with his index finger.
“Yes sir.” She followed her response by standing neatly and moving to the side of the bed, laying neatly over it, crossing her arms and placing her head in them, feet still on the floor. Her ass now stuck out into the air magnificently. What he wanted from her he would take forcibly, but it would still be given freely. He rose and pulled a bottle of clear lube from the nightstand and pulled her cheeks apart with his left hand. In a controlled manner he placed the tip of the bottle to her hole and gently squeezed a bit of it on. Then he placed his middle finger to her asshole and eased it inside. Christine's breathing quickened.
“Relax, after this you will be mine always.” She calmed and tried to concentrate on his desires and wants for her ass, willing it to relax and allow him entry. His finger eased in and out a few times and he stopped to apply more liquid. Then she felt the head of his cock slide down the crack of her backside and stop at her hole. He pushed and her sphincter resisted stubbornly.
SMACK Her right buttock roared with fire as he spanked her.
“I said relax.”
His cock throbbed when he saw the ripple of flesh after the blow.
Again he began pushing and with effort she calmed her ass into receiving him. Westin was hilt deep ten minutes later, and applied more lube to the junction of their parts.
“You may not make noise this time. I wish to enjoy this and absorb it all without distraction.” That was going to be difficult.
“Yes sir.”
SMACK. Now, it was her left cheek that complained. She longed to see his marks on her ass, to touch them.
“I said no noise.” He was getting riled up. She figured there was no way he could last long. He enjoyed the control deeply and was already sounding anxious.
With effort he began to pump her, his hands firmly on the base of her neck for leverage. After a few minutes she could feel the lube wearing thin. She bit into the sheet against the pain she knew would be coming. It never did. Westin's legs began to spasm slightly and she felt her insides become lubed again. Shortly he collapsed onto her back and gently bit her ear. Through his clenched teeth. He spoke in a now raspy voice.
“Tomorrow find out how much you need to settle the apartment. I will write your landlord a check for the remainder and you will move in. Bring everything you can fit in your car. This weekend we will move you.” A massive feeling of well-being overcame her, and she breathed deep and satisfied.
After a few minutes his member shrank and slid from her backside. He stood straight up and spoke again.
“You'll have to quit work. I will not mesh our lives that much.”
“Cardinal.” He noted the slight fire in her voice this time.
She still didn't look up from the sheets, but extricated them from her mouth before speaking again.
“I need my career in order feel productive. I don't want to quit working.” She was finally a little determined about something.
“Neither do I want you sitting around my house all day with nothing to do, but you have to quit this job. It will not work for us. How about going it for your self? I'll stake you, and you can start your own mortgage brokerage. I'll be needing one soon anyway.”
“Alone?” she faltered again biting her bottom lip.
“Never alone. Always with me, I'll provide premises, initial business, and even refer you to all my clients.”
“Are you sure I can make it?”
“We have nothing to lose but my money, and I have plenty, besides if it fails you become a loan officer elsewhere. No harm no foul.”
“I accept.”
“Good now if you are ready to continue, lick me clean while I think about the rules for you residing here.”
He sat on the bed and leaned back folding his hands behind his head while she hastened to get on her knees at the edge and began slowly licking him from base to tip.
“You will need collars. I will pick out one for punishment, probably a posture collar. You will pick out one for wearing while we are out, and one for wearing when we entertain. The entertainment one will be more of a fancy choker something studded with your favorite stone. I think emeralds would be beautiful on you. We will also need a sturdy and comfortable one for everyday wear. It will match your cuffs, so find yourself a matching set of leather cuffs and collar. The cuffs will have two D-rings, and the collar no fewer than four. As I said I will get the punishment collar, the rest are yours to find.”
Westin was enthralled. He wondered if he would be able to contain himself on a daily basis or if he would be oversexed in a matter of hours after she moved in.
“I will put a decorative trunk near the door. You will keep all your collars in it as well as the set of cuffs. When you come home from being out you will remove all clothing and put the everyday collar and it's cuffs on. You will wear nothing else, except during your period at witch point you will also be allowed to put on a cotton thong.”
He breathed deeply as she hit a sensitive spot and his cock startled to life again. He put his left hand in her hair and pulled her face into his crotch. She had now mastered deep throating him, and began swallowing to massage his cock with her throat.
“You will not be needing your car, sell it before your lease is up. Since it is a month away you have that long to acquire the collars also, except the fancy one which we will have made.”
Now he had both hands on her head and was sitting up slightly, pulling on her like a rowing machine. Abruptly he pulled her off with a pop, and rising, threw her onto the bed. Positioning her on her back, with her head hanging off the side he stood and slid himself into her mouth and began thrusting. After a moment he was using her ankles for leverage, and she felt as if she would tumble to the floor. Sensing this he held her legs splayed and leaned into her pussy tongue first, licking her lips for a second he bit her firmly above the pussy at her panty line. Her pain vibrated through his cock as she tried to be startled. Then he set him self to slowly grinding his tongue across her clit. He pulled out of her throat lightly and she began pumping his cock with her right hand while holding his balls up with her left. Her body began shaking uncontrollable after a minute, and he groaned with triumph at her orgasm. Filling her warm mouth with his cum at the same time.
Wordlessly he got up and went to the other side of the bed to collapse. She rolled slightly and pulled the covers over them.
The next morning he awoke before her as usual, and made breakfast. He decided that today was as good a day as any to get started, so he called his secretary at her home and informed him that he was feeling ill and to please reroute his meetings, and forward emergencies to Mr. Roberts when she got to the office. Then he placed the cordless phone on the breakfast tray and carried it upstairs. Seeing her sleeping in bed was a peaceful sight that he was very prepared to upset.
“Get up Christine!” His tone was impatient. She blinked several times she had obviously been deep in sleep.
“We have a lot to accomplish today. You will need to eat and call your toad of a boss and inform him you are taking a personal day. I have decided that instead of you moving your things today, I will be going with you, and we will also be getting other things.”
Christine kicked the covers off and sat up in bed.
“Y-Yes sir” she managed to stammer the words out sleepily.
“Since you will be living here I believe I will need to be more firm until your presence is seamless. We will be working on that today.”
Her black leather cuffs stood out against her white skin as she moved to the dresser where he placed the tray. She grabbed a piece of toast and bit ravenously. As soon as she finished she called the office and did as he told her.
“Thank you, now dress casually, we are going out.”
They dressed silently together. He in a dark blue polo and khaki pants, and her in a pair of jeans and a large ribbed black shirt. It was short sleeved and he had not said anything about her cuffs yet.
“Remove your cuffs at the door like we discussed. In lieu of a trunk just set them on the floor. I will be in the car in five minutes. You will be there also.”
He strode off to his den while she pulled her socks on. It was difficult negotiating the pants leg and her tennis shoes with her cuffs between them, and she looked dreadfully foolish until she got to the door to remove them. She took off all four of them slowly, and kissed each one before placing it on the floor. Then she stepped out and closed the door. He was waiting in the blue BMW staring at his watch.
“You were three seconds late.” He intoned as he pushed on the accelerator.
“For the rest of the day you will wear no underwear. Take them off, and place them in the back seat.”
“Yes sir.” She fought her pants down, and went to remove her shoes. He stopped her and handed her his small knife.
“Your panties offend me. I do not want them to be worn again.”
“Yes sir.”
“From now on all your clothing will be subject to my approval.”
“Yes sir.”
And his approval was put into place at their very first stop. They pulled into her apartment complex, and while she took a signed blank check to the manager to settle up he went into her apartment to determine which clothes were acceptable. By the time she returned he had tossed out over 80% of her clothing.
“That actually didn't take too long. I have made another decision though. Listen carefully.”
He took a pause to examine a t-shirt before finding a small makeup stain on its collar and throwing it into his rubbish pile.
“We are going to purchase new clothing for you today. We are also going to find you a corset. This will take us to several fetish shops if necessary. Pick out whatever you like at any of these places. With the exceptions of your collars however all things will be subject to my approval.”
That was the beginning of the day for them. First a lingerie store. Westin had not approved a single undergarment that covered more than half of her rear, and had mostly selected thongs and g-strings. She would have normally thought these foolish on her, but with his approval she was convinced instantly, and felt sexy. He did not select a single full cup bra settling for mostly demi cup. He always purchased every color they had, and had told her to buy them all lace, sheer, satin, and even a few times leather.
Next was actual clothing. He bought her skirts and dresses only. Mostly, with slits up the sides, and everything stopped just below her knee or higher. Tops ran the full gambit. And he cut the shopping short after awhile saying they would be getting anything else on line. Then, a short stop for sandwiches which, he ordered. Saying that eating out was his discretion, and he would order whatever he thought she might like to try.
Then they hit an interesting store with no sign front. There was a slight neon sign in the window proclaiming leather, but the rest was blacked out. She assumed they had arrived at one of the fetish stores, but had never seen it before. Smoothly he walked to her side and opened her door as he had done all day long. She cautiously stepped out and together they walked to the door. With his right hand firmly on her left wrist for reassurance.
Inside they were horribly out of fashion. The high tailored businessman, and his contemporary sub were quickly greeted by the smell of new leather, and almost overwhelmed by the massive amount of black in the room. A middle aged balding man in leather pants that should have been thrown out months ago crossed the store to them with a small tag pinned to his white tank top that read “Todd”. He was surprisingly friendly, and their appearance did not offend or other wise impress him, their demeanor told him everything.
“Hello welcome to the store. Anything particular I can do for you or are you browsing.”
Christine was eyeing the shelves and racks. The store was neatly divided in half along the left wall from the door was clearly “pain” floggers canes, binding and clamping implements, even a violet wand and a suction kit. On the right wall were “pleasure” plugs, dildos, vibrators, and special creams and lubes. Between the two walls of shelves, on four racks in the small store were the clothes. Latex, leather, and chain…everything. Still it was a rather small store. She looked up at Westin who nodded giving her the go ahead.
“I need a collar please. With matching cuffs and…”
Christine was positively giddy. And had to steel herself to look back at Westin who nodded again.
“A blindfold, all leather please.”
The store clerk was beaming right back at her. And only then had she noticed the small steel ring that circled his neck and sat lightly.
He was almost as excited as she was when he spoke.
“A collar is a defining step. Is it something for comfort or discipline?”
“I need it to fit comfortably for sleeping and play. Discipline will be with another collar.”
“Ok come back here.”
Westin's mind wandered as the two subs went about the store flitting in and out of the racks like dragonflies. He let her have a lot of freedom here, sitting down in a well worn chair and picking up a local underground styled magazine. It was captivating. The magazine described a few clubs that devoted one night a week to the BDSM lifestyle he had embraced, and a few articles discussed how to punish and further enjoy your sub. He read the entire magazine. Then, looked back to the rack it was on and noticed it was free. When he looked up Christine was standing in front of him waiting to speak. The clerk had long since gone back to the counter at the back of the room, instinctively knowing what was and was not his business.
“How long have you been waiting?”
“Just about five minutes sir.”
“And how did the spree go?”
“I would like your opinion sir.” She had not looked up, but now he noticed that her hands were full.
“This is your decision Christine, you do not need my opinion.”
“Yes sir, but I would like it in order to please you. They both are extremely comfortable, and useful, but I cannot decide on the wider or narrower.”
Now she held them before him and put them in his hands. One collar was only an inch wide, and the other was nearly an inch and three quarters. Both were supple black leather with stainless D-rings spread out evenly in four places around. They also both had stainless buckling and provisions for a lock.
“I think thicker, but I leave it to you.” He did really prefer the thicker, because she was not a dainty girl, and the width would suit her.
“Thank you sir”
Sensing that this completed her shopping experience he turned to find the clerk who was placing her items on the counter neatly for purchase. He walked to the man and cleared his throat.
“Need anything else?” Todd inquired without looking up.
“We are also interested in purchasing a corset, I did not see any that we are particularly interested in though. I thought maybe you would know a good place where we could discreetly purchase one.”
Todd looked up with the excited expression again, and was on the verge of speaking when an unfamiliar voice rang through from the back office of the shop. Todd immediately broke eye contact and turned his attention back to the countertop.
“Todd makes all the corsets that we take orders for. I'm sure he would be most pleased to accommodate you. Wouldn't you Todd?” The woman with the new voice was now entering the front of the shop. She had dirty blonde hair cut just below her shoulders and worn straight with no bangs. She stood approximately five foot seven, which put her two inches above Christine. She was however dreadfully thin. Her bony shoulders and flat chest were plainly obvious beneath the simple black t-shirt and white washed jeans she had on. Her feet were bare.
The balding man nodded in agreement. He began rifling a drawer for a measuring tape.
Snatching it, he also grabbed a pencil and a small scrap of paper. He spoke in Christine's direction.
“If you'll just step up here I will get your measurements.”
Todd pointed to a small circular platform near the end of the counter. Christine looked up to catch Westins slight nod, and stepped on to the small platform.
The woman was speaking to Westin again.
“My name is Marci, welcome to my shop. I guess this is your first time inside?”
She extended a tan bony hand for him to shake. Westin took it firmly shook once, and let it go.
“Yes, she is moving into my home, and we are treating ourselves to some new things as part of that.” The woman smiled slightly, and nodded.
“I hope that Todd has found everything you need, and if not please let me know and we can look in the store room, or we would be happy to order anything you want.”
Westin decided he liked Marci. He had honestly been expecting snobbishness, but was instead getting a warm reception. During the next half hour he told her how Christine was actually more experienced than he, and that they had only been involved for about a month. Marci did not judge the rapid pace of their relationship, but rather told him how many people involved in the lifestyle progress rapidly. After all how hard was trusting someone to pay a bill when they all ready trusted you to thrash them with a bamboo cane.
She explained that Todd and her had accepted each other more than ten years ago, and had been happy ever since. They had decided to open the shop two years ago. While they weren't wealthy as a result, they could pay all their bills, and had unlimited access to every piece of equipment available. Marci continued on to invite them to fetish night at one of the local clubs the next Tuesday.
“It would be a good chance to see what's going on outside your bedroom, and meet a few people who are also in the community. Even though most of the crowd is pretending.”
“Pretending? What do you mean by that?” Westin's eyebrows arched.
“Marci began to explain that most of the crowd would be young men and women who were coming to the clubs because it's taboo, or because they think they want this, but have never been with anyone who would truly let them experience it.
An hour later Westin and Christine left with a large paper bag containing several more items than what Christine had selected with Todd, and an agreement to meet them at the club on Tuesday. Together they continued the day by picking up some of her important possessions, including the items of clothing that Westin had approved of at her apartment, and the items she would need for hygiene as well. With that they returned to his home. Both of them looking forward to the next week.
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