A Life With Ariel

We were together for about a month when she asked if I would go to a BDSM club with her. Having no clue what that would be like I was a bit apprehensive. Still, I agreed to go.

The day we were to go to the club, I was still a bit apprehensive. While she was readying herself in the bathroom, I voiced that I was unsure if it was above board. What if there was a police raid? The authorities didn't take well to odd activities like this, after all.

She assured me that there was nothing to worry about. There was no sex at the club and nothing illegal about it. Still, I couldn't help but worry. I was having thoughts that everyone would be wearing leather and chains and chaps and the like. Should I wear something other than jeans and the shirt that I was wearing?

"They're just normal people" she hollered out. "Some will be dressed up and some will be in jeans...just like you."

I was sitting on the side of the bed, still wondering if this was the best plan for the night, when she came into the room. I was stunned. She was wearing a tight leather mini-skirt that barely covered her ass. Her blouse was equally tight, leaving little to the imagination. And, when she turned around, I could see a hint of white peaking under her skirt – the bunny plug.

The drive to the club was a short one. During our ride I asked her if it was wise wearing her plug. She grinned at me, saying "I always wear it.'

"Okay, but no panties, too?" I asked.

"Darling, I never wear panties...or haven't you noticed?"

Actually, that fact had never dawned on me. And, after reviewing my memories, I realized that she was correct. Of course, she was correct. And frankly, I felt a bit foolish at never realizing it.

Most of the rest of the drive was spent in laughter. She was picking on me for never noticing her lack of panties and for my silly worries. For her efforts, I promised her a good spanking when we got home. Of course, she continued to chide me.

"You know, I could pull over and give you a good spanking." I told her, laughing.

"Oh, the big bad man can't take a little teasing?" she laughed back. "I guess, if you need to, you can stop the car and prove how tough you are to lil-ol-me." She was rotten to the core.

Amidst the laughter and harassment, we had arrived at our destination. I stopped the car on a little side street, just around the block from the club. After a short walk, we found ourselves at its entrance.

It appeared small, from the outside. However, upon entering the place, I realized that it was far from small. It had, at one time, been a movie theater. After the theater had gone under, an ex-porn star and her husband had purchased it. After a massive renovation, it became a BDSM lover's paradise.

I was still a bit nervous when she introduced me to a few of her friends. Apparently, she had filled them in on our status and my lack of knowledge in the BDSM lifestyle. They were pleasant and willing to chat, answering the myriad of questions that I presented them. It was quite the learning experience.

After we left the club, I told her that I was glad to have gone. I had learned a lot and, having found that our tendencies were not unique, felt more comfortable with myself. More importantly, I felt as if the timbre of our relationship was less odd than I had previously thought.

It was nearly three in the morning when we arrived back at her home. We were both a bit tired. Still, we had enough energy for some fun.

After taking a quick bathroom break, she came into the bedroom, naked but for red high heels and her bunny plug. Casually, she walked up to where I sat, on the edge of her bed, kissed me and bent over my knee.

"I'm ready for my spanking," she said in a tiny voice. Then, she looked back at me, a mock quiver on her lips. What was I to do? Of course, I obliged her.

The first stroke to her ass was hard. She jerked a bit but did not protest. Again, I brought my hand down, bringing another jerk from her. In a matter of minutes, her ass was bright red and sharply contrasted with her dark skin tone and white bunny plug.

More than ready for action, I pulled her up by her hair and kissed her. Then I pushed her to the bed, commanding she take to her knees. Seconds later, I freed my cock from my jeans and plunged it into her sex.

My thrusts were slow and even. I wanted to make this last. Unfortunately, she had other plans. Clenching down, tightly, she began squeezing my cock, meeting my thrusts with her own. Then she arched her back so the bulge in her ass pressed down on my cock.

In what seemed like seconds, I was struck by a powerful orgasm. After I was spent, I remained inside of her for several minutes. It was not to savor the moment. That had past. However, each small movement caused a sensation throughout my entire body that caused a paralyzing contraction of muscles throughout my entire body.

How long I remained inside of her I could not say. That it was longer than our actual lovemaking was certain. And, when I finally was able to free my cock from her, she turned, smiling. Then she took my flaccid member into her mouth and sucked it clean. Then, we lay down in bed then and talked of future plans.

Unfortunately, our plans were not to materialize. Within weeks of our, rekindled romance, we were fighting. Initially, our fights were short lived. But, after a time, they became longer lasting. One day, after a particularly heated fight, we agreed that we would make better friends than lovers. Just like that, our heated romance ended.

Shortly after the break-up, I met Rog at the BDSM club that Ariel had introduced me to. It is thanks to him that I am in this situation that I am in today, with Ariel. Had I not met Rog, I never would have met Gloria, or the rest of this illustrious group that sits in my home, today. Had I not met Gloria, I would probably never have understood the things that hold Ariel and I together.

Gloria, as you know, is a film director and producer. Her movies, mostly BDSM oriented, are excellent. Again, you all know this. What you don't know is that Gloria and I were a couple for the better part of a year. And, it is thanks to her that I learned the "darker arts" within the BDSM world.

I won't go into detail of our life together. If Gloria wishes to relate that story, she can. Suffice to say that I would never have known so much about myself, or my nature, as I do now. Finally, I never would have been able to live a life with Ariel, as I do now.

About three years after Gloria and I had split, I decided to find Ariel again. In the time between, I had a few dalliances with women, some of them friends. You all know about most of those since you were good with giving me advice and pointers.

To be quite honest, it was these minor relationships that gave me the confidence in seeking out Ariel for further romance. For, most of them had begun in vanilla terms. By the time these relationships had ended, however, they were far from vanilla. In fact, they all ended up finding a man with similar tastes as my own.

My search for Ariel was frustrating. I had gone by her home to find that she had sold it and moved to Ventura. Unfortunately, I had no idea what her last name was, nor did I know any of her friends. So, finding her would be nearly impossible. But, just as I had given up hope, I found her.

I had gone to the LA County Fair with some friends. As luck would have it, so had she. I was watching a band play some old cowboy music. She was watching a spinning demonstration. It was shear luck that I even spotted her. She claims it was destiny. Either way, here we are.

When she saw me, she ran and leaped into my arms, wrapping her me up in a warm embrace. That she was so enthusiastic was quite the surprise. And, after a quick re-acquaintance, we decided to ditch our friends and find a quiet restaurant where we could have lunch and talk.

Over lunch, we spoke of many things. She told me of her move to Ventura and I told her about my business ventures. I was quite successful, at the time, and my business was a multi-million dollar endeavor. Soon after the lighter things were talked over we got down to more personal items.

Unlike me, she had only had one relationship since we had parted. That relationship had been short lived and unfulfilling. After a brief conversation about it, it was clear why she had failed to find fulfillment; the man she had taken up with was a "missionary" - hardly her cup of tea.

As for me, I related small portions of my time with Gloria. She was intrigued by the things I told her and wanted more depth to my story. However, this was not the time to go into greater depth, so I left it for another time.

The next day, we spoke on the phone for a few hours. Before saying our goodbyes we had agreed to meet for dinner. Later that night, we met at a small Mexican restaurant in Chatsworth.

It was a nice dinner. Much of the time we spent chitchatting over unimportant things. As time went by, however, things became more serious, and I spoke to her of us. It was then that I told her that I was hoping we could began a new relationship.

This time, with my knowledge and understanding of her nature, I told her it would be different. In fact, my plans were to delve into a D/s type of relationship.

It was then that she revealed to me that she had always hoped to hear those words from my lips. Unfortunately, she had not been able to express her hopes, fearing that I would wave it off as an extreme or a ridiculous notion.

Soon, we had agreed to try, one more time, to be a couple. Though, this time, our footing would be different. An hour, or so, later we departed the establishment. I told her that I would call her tomorrow so we could make plans for our upcoming journey. The night ended in a tearful embrace and a light kiss on the lips.

The next day, I called her from work to give her directions to my home in the Hollywood Hills. She was to come to my home at six o'clock sharp. Before ending the conversation, I had her tell me her measurements, promising a surprise when she arrived.

The doorbell rang promptly at six. Upon opening the door, she sprung into my arms, hugging me and thanking me for coming back into her life. She rained kiss after kiss on my lips, nearly strangling me with her hugs. Her exuberance was such that I wondered if I would ever escape her grasp even take another breath.

Finally, I settled her down and unwrapped myself from her arms. Then, I told her to stand in the middle of my living room, in front of the television. I took my seat on the couch, smiling at her.

She was grinning at me and fidgeting about, asking me question after question about what I was going to do and what was the surprise. After letting her ramble on, for a good ten minutes, I held up my hand and shushed her.

"First, I want you to strip for me." I told her. "But do it slow and sexy, as if you were a stripper."

She rolled her eyes up a bit and then blushed, requesting some music to accompany her strip tease. Of course, I denied her that comfort and demanded she begin her strip tease immediately. Embarrassed, she began her dance. And slowly, her clothes came off. Finally, she stood naked.

"Very good." I told her. "And now (drum roll) the surprise."

I held out a small box to her. I am certain she thought that it was jewelry of some sort. I guess, it was, sort of. But, it was not what she expected.

From out of the box she pulled a gold chain and a two long swaths of a light, pink material. She looked at me quizzically, not understanding what it was for until I motioned my hands around my waist.

Smiling, she slipped the chain around her waist and clipped the ends together. Then, she looked up at me, asking what the cloth was for.

"One for in front and one for in back." I said. "Drape the fabric over the chain, lengthwise. It should fold evenly and reach just past your knees."

I was tempted not to allow her the other box. Her simple covering allowed her the appearance of a slave girl from some cover of a pulp fantasy book of the fifties. This is to say that she looked sexy as hell.

Reluctantly, I gave her the second box. From this box, she withdrew a bra, of sorts. It was comprised of gold chain and the same pink fabric that draped over her waist chain. After a brief inspection, she slipped the "bra" over her head and secured it in place.

The chain at her waist glowed against her dark skin, a contrast to the shear pink fabric that barely hid her secret places. And her areolas were barely hidden under the shear pink fabric that covered her breasts, again offset by the shining of the chain that wrapped around her body and neck.

I don't know how long I stared at her. All I can tell you is that I was stunned. She was lovely before. But, something about this new look excited me in a way that her nakedness had not.

Finally, I snapped out of my daze and handed her another box. This box contained slippers that matched the pink fabric of her other garments. And after she slipped them on, I told her that this was to be her attire whenever we were home. She nodded in affirmation, smiling.

After she had gotten the chance to look at herself, I called a Chinese delivery place for our dinner. While we awaited our food's arrival, I told her more of what I planned for us.

The ensuing months would be our test, I told her, to see if she could be as submissive as I wanted her to be. Too, it would be my test to see if I had what it took to fully explore her submissive nature. A sort of compatibility test, really.

Amidst my monologue, I revealed that I had always loved her, suffering in her absence. Unfortunately, when we had been together, we fought constantly. And it was my hope that, armed with a better understanding of her nature and mine, we could last a lifetime. I closed in simple terms. After two years, if we still wanted to be together, I would marry her. And thus, I would make her mine legally.

She sat, quietly taking in my words. Truth be told, I was a bit fearful that she would find my offering to be too much. After all, we had not been together in quite some time and this was only our second time together, since our re-acquaintance.

It was her turn to speak, now. She did not delay, being ready to expose herself. She told me more about her life as a pet. She told me, again, that some intangible force had been missing from that life. At the time, she had not known what that was. However, with our rekindling romance, she knew that it was love and passion.

Then, she told me that, even during our time apart, she had confidence that our paths were destined to cross time and again, until we got us right. And so, despite her many suitors, she had refused most, only taking on those who reminded her of me.

"I love you." She said. "I always have. And, I know that you love me, too."

We continued talking for quite sometime. I revealed more of my learning's and my skills as a dominant. Mostly, she was quiet, listening to what I had to say. She did ask questions, from time to time. But, mostly, she listened.

We both jumped when the doorbell sounded. It was our Chinese delivery. I got up to answer the door, promising to continue the conversation later.

As I gathered the bags of food from the deliveryman, I instructed her to go into the kitchen and get a place setting for me. When she returned from the kitchen, however, she was armed with place settings for two. Her first lesson commenced, immediately.

After she placed everything on the coffee table, I chided her for getting more than I had told her. I explained that she would do as she was told and not assume more. Also, she would only eat with me when I chose for her to do so. Otherwise, she was expected to kneel beside me and wait for her chance to eat.

She sat, eyes wide, looking at me and nodding. Much to my pleasure, she did not utter a word other than a "Yes, sir".

As I ate, I continued with my lesson. When I was finished, she understood that her needs were secondary to mine and, if I chose, she might eat my scraps and nothing more. I intended, I told her, to turn her into a pet, once I knew what type of pet I wanted.

I had expected for her to put up some sort of fight or to be upset. To my surprise, there was only a look of submission in her eyes and her demeanor. When I was done, she answered with a sweet "Yes, sir".

Once I was done eating, I fixed a plate for her and allowed her to eat. She was careful, as I instructed her, not to make a mess. Any food, dropped on the table, would be eaten immediately, using only her mouth. And, in the case food spilled to the floor, she would be expected to suck any sauces or juice from my carpet.

After dinner, I told her how pleased I was with her obedience. She glowed at the complement, thanking me.

"Do not thank me, " I said to her. "Nod slightly in acknowledgement. Say nothing."

"Yes, sir." she whispered, a smile on her lips.

Then, I had her take the dishes to the kitchen and wash them. When her task was completed she was made to wash up for the night. "While you are washing, I want you to shave. You are never to have hair, other than that on your head." I told her.

After another "Yes, sir" she was gone to complete her task.

Later that night, we undressed and climbed into bed. She turned to me and asked if I would, more fully, define what I expected of her. I declined, saying that it would evolve and she would learn.

I did allow that our relationship would be, initially, much like the sort of relationship that married couples used to have, before women were allowed to vote. That is, there would be no initial protocol other than what I had already dictated. New dictates would be added over time. And, I told her, eventually, she would learn to be who and what I wanted.

"Yes, sir." she said, nodding.

After having her turn out the light, She climbed in the bed and snuggled up to me. I held her for a brief moment. Then, I whispered to her that I expected oral gratification every night, as soon as we settled into bed.

"Yes, sir." she whispered.

As I had expected, she slid down, pushing back the covers, and wrapped her lips around my cock. Her tongue pushed over my semi-erect cock as she sucked me into her mouth. It took her only moments to bring me to full hardness. And then, she took me deeper.

I watched her head bob up and down on my shaft, occasionally remaining up so she could suck the tip of my cock. At these moments she would stroke me, expertly, with her hand.

Eventually, when my excitement grew, she got to her knees and pushed her head down, until her lips met the base of my cock. For a long moment, she held me deep in her throat, tongue sliding across the length of my cock while increasing suction.

Just as I began to feel a twinge of pain, she eased her sucking and slid back up my shaft. She repeated this technique several times over. Then, just as I had become used to her formula, she slid down and held position.

This time, she began contracting her throat around my cock, squeezing and releasing in alternate rhythm to continued strokes with her tongue. I had never experienced anything quite like that, before. And, unable to contain myself, I climaxed, spewing my seed into her throat.

After my orgasm subsided, she slid down to lay on her side. She still held my softening member in her mouth, sucking on it and, occasionally, flicking her tongue across the tip. I wanted that moment to last for forever. Unfortunately, it could not. I had to get to work in the morning and it was late. We slept the night in each other's arms.

Before I left her, the next morning, I instructed her that she was to make herself at home. Use the phone if she needed to, eat whatever was in the refrigerator and, if she felt the need, she could wash her clothes in my washing machine. Her only restriction was masturbation. This was not allowed and I told her that her orgasms were to be under my control, at all times.

She beamed a smile at me when I closed my orders and followed it with a mock salute and a hearty "Yes Sir!"

For the next month our nights were spent similar to that first night. She would kneel beside me as I ate and eat when I was finished. She never complained, even when I only allowed her to eat the leftovers on my plate.

Weekends were spent going out to various places and having fun. Always, before we left the house, she was made to suck my cock. Then, if our transit covered a significant distance, she would find herself sucking me while I drove. Of course, the same would be expected on our return trip. Later in the evening, she would, of course, satisfy my needs before I went to sleep.

Finally, one Saturday, as we were driving to her place in Ventura, she asked me about our sex life. I had not fucked her since we had gotten back together and she was wondering if I ever intended on fucking her again, or if I only intended on getting blowjobs. Too, she was wondering if she would ever be allowed to cum.

I had been waiting for this moment for some time. I was rather surprised that she had not brought it up earlier. Frankly, had she not brought it up I might have thwarted my own plans and brought it up myself. At any rate, it was time to make a few things clear to her in a manner that would ensure her that I was the one in control of this relationship.

It was then that I informed her that I enjoyed her oral skills and intended on enjoying them whenever I wished it. I told her that, in my journey to make her into a pet, she would have to suffer. And, if suffering meant never cumming again that she would have to endure it. I closed by stating that she was to be used for my pleasure and not the other way around.

Truth be told, that was a litmus test. If she reacted negatively it would ruin our relationship. She was a headstrong girl, prone to being stubborn, always wanting to get her way. It was that trait that had been the end of us in our previous lives together.

And so, I waited for a brief moment, a lump in my throat. Finally, I turned my head to look at her. To my eternal pleasure, she smiled at me and nodded. And then those two simple words came forth from her lips.

"Yes, sir." She said.

We arrived at her place soon after our conversation. It was a large home, not far from the beach. As soon as we entered, she stripped out of her clothing and put on the, more revealing, outfit that I had given her.

After showing her place to me I decided to take a shower. So, I put my overnight bag on her bed, pulled out some clean clothes and headed to the bathroom.

I had just stepped into the shower when I heard the door slide open. I turned to see Ariel sliding into the shower with me, snuggle into my arms. I held her tightly as she held me.

Moments later, she looked up to me and whispered words of love. Caught up in the moment, I leaned down to kiss her. And when we broke I knew that this would be the last relationship that I would ever have.

Our shower was long and sensuous. She washed me and I her, running soap over each other in long, slow strokes. And when I washed her hair, she kneeled in front of me, eyes closed, whispering of her devotion and love for me.

Eventually, the water began to cool and we were forced to leave its pleasures. And so, still dripping, we stepped from the shower and into the fog and another warm embrace. And somewhere, amidst a deep kiss, passion found us in a hurried frenzy of lovemaking.

Unlike so many times before, it was not rough, though it was not gentle. One moment she was bent over and I was filling her, thrusting and grunting like an animal, from behind. The next moment she was facing me, arms and legs wrapped around my body. A flash and we were on the floor, lips seeking out secret places.

There was nothing that did not pass - no stone left unturned. We were everywhere and nowhere, bodies flying about, lust unchecked. Moans and screams filled the damp air, followed by promises of love. And then, in a fit of ecstasy, it was over.

For long and long, we lay on the bathroom floor, moisture covering our tortured bodies. In a glance into each other's eyes, we began to laugh. The laugh dwindled to loving smiles and soft whisperings of love.

Our hands sought out the others. A brief kiss - a gentle caress - chitchat between lovers. It was hopeless for us both. We laughed again.

End Part 3