Seduction: The Story of M (12 page)

I softly traced one of his now exposed nipples while he continued talking.

“That’s never happened to me before. For once I was the one being taken….
sort of
. As you sprayed my balls with that hypnotic everlasting orgasm I erupted in you harder than I ever have in my life. I really cannot tell you how utterly amazing that was. I don’t know whether to just thank you or beg for more,” he finally admitted, grinning sheepishly.

“Sir, let me assure you, it was not my intentions to become so violent, and I certainly did not feel like the one in control. It was all I could do to watch what was happening in that
mirror. The more my eyes tried to look away the more powerful the feelings, sensations and actions became. It was like my body was possessed during that orgasm. I am actually sorry I did that.”

“Misty
, I know that all of this for you is series of first events in your life, and all of them inducted by me for that matter. I have been in this lifestyle for almost 20 years and what happened last night was a most unexpected first for me. I can’t begin to tell you the feelings I have after sharing that with you. I want to be so close to you right now it’s unbelievable. I could sit here the rest of the day and just hold you, look at you and touch you. This part of my scheme I didn’t count on happening.” His voice took on a note of sadness as he ended his words.

Suddenly I felt awkward and I realized why. He was feeling giddy about having lost control himself.
Was he on that euphoric high like I was in the shower yesterday? Was that the difference between dominance and submission? Was I starting to understand what drew people into what he called this lifestyle? More importantly, was it really okay to live this way and not feel guilty?

 
I pictured myself as his permanent pet and enjoying it, and then pictured myself trying to relate how I felt about it to my mom or a dear friend and seeing the look on their face. This BDSM
lifestyle
is not a path most people often chose, and I have always leaned more towards the wider view of it being a taboo, something to be looked down upon by the rest of society. Now though, I could see clearly what makes the choice so appealing even though I had to experience a taste of it in order to understand it.
But did I even really understand it?

“I didn’t count on any of this happening Sir, but I am thankful that it did. You need not carry the guilt of having
abducted me, nor the fear you inflicted. It was that fear that brought me to a better understanding of a much larger scope of life than I previously thought existed. You freed something inside of me Sir, and I will forever cherish it.” I looked into his eyes trying to express my sincerity.

He pulled me into his arms and hugged me hard like a kid with a new puppy, and then he brought me back far enough to place a tender kiss on my forehead. “Misty, I need to explain to you what can happen from here. I would like to explain my proposition to you. I want to offer you a permanent place in my home as my slave. I know that probably sounds intimidating to say the least, but let me go on.

“I realize that you don’t have a very wide scope on the BDSM lifestyle and you don’t understand what I mean by slave. I am not talking about a slave like you might be thinking. I don’t want you there to clean and cook and tend after my house or affairs. I don’t want to keep you chained up like a prisoner either.

“
I would like you there under the terms of your submission to me in that you will offer yourself to me when and how I wish. You can still continue with college and I will help you. You would not need to keep your bar job, nor would you need to seek other employment. I would provide you with everything you might need. And at anytime you so wish, you can break the deal so to speak with no questions asked. You will not be held prisoner by anything other than your own desire to stay and serve me.

“Before you think about that
too much I would like to show you more about what this lifestyle is about. I explained last night that this hotel is booked by people in the
lifestyle
. There are many things that take place in this hotel during this week. It’s not all about what happens behind closed doors.”

I settled back into the crook of his arm
again and listened.

“On the fourth floor there have been exhibitions going on all week by those willing to participate. These are small events that intuitive people have come up with to make these types of outings more fun for all to share in and by doing so, we all get to meet others into the lifestyle, people that share the same optimisms and views about what BDSM is. I would like to show you what I am talking about rather than spoil the surprises. I want you to go shower while I find you something to wear and then I’ll take you downstairs and show you the excitement.”
He pulled me into a sensual kiss before freeing me from his lap and playfully patting my ass as I strode off to the shower.

He knows I’m in college? How? Should I be worried about how much he really does know about me?

But then it occurred to me that my student ID was in my wallet. 

Chapter 10: The Fourth Floor

He brought my clothes into the bathroom for me just as I was brushing out my hair. A short, but not mini, stylish black skirt, a light pale pink slender button up that had the top four buttons removed and the same heels I had worn the evening prior.

I wished I’d had some makeup, and once again he did not allow me panties or a bra. The contour of the top pulled in just under my breasts
and it actually didn’t look to bad without a bra, all though my breasts were displayed a bit more than I would have liked for public encounters.

I started to worry about what I might see on the fourth floor.
I wondered if we would run into anyone he might know. I panicked thinking of talking to other people in this lifestyle. I really knew nothing about it and wondered if people would be able to tell that by looking at me. I think he noticed my nervousness and he wrapped his arms around me from behind and held me in front of the mirror putting his chin on my shoulder drawing me out of my current state of mind.

“What do you see when you look at us like this in the mirror
, Misty?” The light stubble on his chin was scratchy on my warm bare skin as he talked.

I turned my head to look at him. He brought his hand up and turned my face back to the mirror and held it there. “What do you see when you look at us in the mirror like this?” he lowered his hand.

“I see that you are a warm, compassionate and intellectual man Sir. I see admiration in your eyes, I see contentment, and yet I see a longing. I see more of my cleavage showing than I would like and I wish I had some makeup.”

He laughed and kissed the side of my cheek. “I see an adventurous young woman with an air of enlightenment in her eyes.
” He turned me to face him directly now and pulled me close to him by my waist. “I see glimpses of a frightened little girl held by a man who will protect and nurture her.”

He leaned back looking directly at my breasts.
“And, I see a lovely mound of cleavage that accentuates this young lady far more than any makeup ever could.” His eyes met with mine as he finished his words, then he leaned forward and tenderly kissed my forehead suggesting we go before I lost my nerve.  

The hallway
on the fourth floor was full of signs and postings, and filled with people looking into the rooms that had open doors. You could hear yelps once in a while above the voices of those in the hall. I read some of the signs as we slowly made our way down the hall, maneuvering through the other people
.

Free Spankings
.

The head shop
.

S
ubbie’s Corner.

Glory days, and Dom’s Domain.

The door was wide open on the room marked
free spankings. There were two men and two women seated on high back leather chairs. The women were dressed in mostly shinny skimpy leather.  They looked very sexy but also slightly intimidating.

One of the women wore a piece that completely exposed a portion of her breast and nipples. One of th
e men had on a pair of jeans that was it. He was well formed and muscular. He had a young woman over his lap, her short skirt pulled up and her panties down and he was spanking her. The other man was a bit more business dressed with black pants and blue shirt and tie.

The woman whose breasts showed pointed to a young lady standing against the wall and motioned for her to come over to her and she too began to receive a spanking. A closer look into the room revealed five other girls and one man lined against the back wall of the room. The girls were clothed but the man was completely naked. That came as a bit of a surprise and I
blushed when my eyes grazed over his cock.

The door to
Subbie’s Corner was also open, and it was all women in this room, about eleven of them. Some were on the bed talking, while others were sitting in the chairs or at the table by the window. Some were dressed very casual like me and others wore more sexy attire like lingerie with stockings and garter’s.

The door to the head shop was closed but you could hear the sounds coming from the room. Moaning and gagging.

“You want to open the door and step inside for a moment, Misty?”

“No thank you
, Sir, not right now.” My face felt very warm, my palms were a little sweaty. He wrapped his arm tightly around my shoulder and we kept walking. I wondered what made him ask.
Was he suggesting we participate or just watch?

He stopped in front of the door called
Glory Days and opened the door pulling me inside with him. The only thing in this room was a large black divider running from wall to wall and floor to ceiling. No furniture or tables. There was a door on the far left to enter the other side of the partition. There were holes of various heights about 3 to 4 in circumference spaced about every 4 feet along the divider. There were two men in this room. It didn’t take me long to figure out what was going on.

 
One of the guys had his pants all the way down to the floor and the other had his only partway opened. I knew what they had hidden inside those holes and what was taking place on the other side of the partition.

These people had no shame what so ever, yet
I was a little uncomfortable myself. They weren’t embarrassed to let strangers watch them, but my cheeks were crimson. One of the men groaned and said, “Oh yes, that’s it bitch, just like that!”

I think
Sir knew I was uncomfortable.  He opened the door and we left the room. He asked me how I felt about what I had just seen. I spoke quietly to him as we passed other people.

“I can’t control my reactions Sir. I feel uncomfortable seeing people so exposed, open and willing to let just anyone watch them like that. I feel like
everyone else can tell that I have never witnessed anything like this before when they look at me.” I was again looking at the pinkish gray carpet under my feet while we walked.

“Princess, it’s a natural reaction and I find it adorable that you can’t control your reactions. Your face glows when you blush. I am sure others here
can
tell this is your first time seeing such sites and they are enjoying your reactions as well. I am also sure that most of them are also reminded of the first time they walked down a hallway such as this. Maybe if you look a little closer you’ll find a few others with crimson cheeks clutching the arm of the man they are with, much like you are doing to me.” He chuckled.

I hadn’t even realized how tightly I was clinging to him and blushed all the more.

We came to a vending area and he asked if I wanted something to drink. I settled for a bottle of water which we shared as we walked past the last six doors in the hallway.

Watch and Learn
was open and there were three men and three women in this room. Each of the women tied up, but all in different ways.

One had her arms suspended above her head
, bound at her wrists with rope. Her feet were just barely touching the floor. The man was using a whip and lashing at her flushed body. I thought I saw tears on her cheeks but it was hard to tell. Her ass cheeks had received the most attention and you could see the red marks left from the whip. Some of them were welted and raised. I watched him snap the whip and strike her breast, she whimpered while I cringed.

The second woman was bent over a sawhorse, bound to it. The man with her was using two tools, a crop and a flogger. He cracked the crop down on her ass and I heard her
thank him and ask for another, which she received along with 4 more. You could see the strain on her face each time she periodically thanked him. He then used the flogger, trailing it over her back and ass. He lifted her ass cheeks and slapped her pussy with it a few times while she groaned. He put his fingers inside her and worked them in and out of her a few times and then showed her wetness to the onlookers.  

The third woman
 was the most interesting to me. She was horizontally tied to 4 short posts about 4 feet from the floor. Her face down, each hand and wrist was secured and each foot and ankle by cuffs as well as rope. There appeared to be a stool under her abdomen for added support. The man had a shorter looking whip and also some type of textured glove on his hand. Her body was very, very flushed. Her face looked anguished when he licked at her body with the short whip. He slapped her ass hard with his gloved hand and she shrieked. You could see her body just ripple after he smacked her, and she pelted out a very loud, “Thank you, Sir.”

There were a lot of people standing outside this door to watch. Those behind us crowed forward so people could still pass through the hallway. I peeked at a few of their faces.

The man in the middle with the sawhorse girl paused to address his audience. “Does this lustful little whore deserve to come?” he called out loudly.

Everyone started to clap
and cheer, encouraging the man. He turned his attention back to the woman and lifted her head by her hair and asked her if she wanted to come. “If it pleases you, Sir!” her tiny voiced squeaked.

Her face was
really red and a little sweaty. I could see the blue veins in her chest before he let her head flop back down, her blond hair falling around her face. He knelt down on one knee next to her face, reaching up underneath her. I couldn’t see his fingers, but I knew what he was doing. 

The woman was moaning hard in no time. He leaned his head down and said something to her as he took her hair up in his other hand and lifted her head again. Her body was straining as she bucked against the sawhorse. Within moments you could see the gush of liquid streaming between her thighs and running down the man’s arm. I looked at her face when she came. Her teeth were clenched together and her eyes were shut, and she kept repeating
“Thank you, Sir,” as she rode out her orgasm.

People started clapping as
he-man pulled his arm out from under her. He untied her and let her go. He asked the crowed if there were any volunteers to take her place and everyone laughed, except for me, of course.

We moved along down the hallway and came to another open room called
The Art of Bondage. There was a woman suspended with ropes in the very center of the room. It actually looked quite exquisite, the way she was tied. To each side of her a nude male also in bonds.

One man faced the door the other away, both were put in the same bonds. Their hands were tied behind their backs and each had a collar around his neck that was secured to a beam over his head. His legs were spread wide apart and he had shackles on his ankles with a bar in between them. There was a ring at the base of his cock with a chain attached to each side that went down under his thighs. When I looked at the other man
’s ass I understood the chains. I wondered if it was painful as my own asshole puckered. I looked at the guys face for a moment but it showed very little expression.

As I looked at the scope of this room as a whole I thought about the submission book I had looked at and pictured the whole room in black and white, taking up two pages in that book.

We had neared the end of the hallway and he suggested we go down to the dining room for an appetizer and drinks. He told me to go ahead of him when we got to the stairs. I knew he really just wanted to watch my ass sway. We took the elevator after we reached the third floor, and I wondered if anything in that hallway had gotten him aroused.

***

There were a lot of people at the U shaped bar in front of us while we waited under the huge chandelier for a hostess to find us a table. In fact, there seemed to be a lot more people in here than there was last night at dinner.

As the hostess lead us to the table I noticed a naked woman with a collar around her neck sitting on the floor, on her knees next to a man at his table. There was a small dish on the floor near her. I had a flashback of eating strawberries and pineapple.

These people seemed so at ease with their sex and sexuality. I tried not to make it obvious that I was new to this type of environment in public, but I knew I might as well have been wearing a sign on my back. I felt a small relief when we were seated at our table, and he asked for a bottle of wine. The tables had cards on them this evening.

 
Wonder Lust
tonight in the large oval banquet room, 7:00 pm.
I wondered what that was all about.

“How are you feeling right now
, Misty? You look a little nervous.” I think he tried to hide a smile.

“I guess I am a little nervous, I feel so out of place
! I think the fourth floor had a bit more of an imagery impact on me than I had anticipated.”

“Perhaps a glass or two of the wine will help calm your nerves a little. It’s understandable how you’re feeling right now, if you are that uncomfortable though we can go back up to the suite and order in.”

“No, its okay, I’d enjoy a glass of wine actually.”

“Good
,” he said with a smile. He settled into his chair. “Are you curious about the card?”

“Yes”

“Tonight is the last night we have the hotel. There is normally a show, an exhibition on the last night. In a way, a good bye until next year type of display. Possibly even casting some of the volunteers we saw on the fourth floor. I would like you to join me for that show and then we could discuss your answer about my earlier question upstairs.”