Inside the Inferno House

[DarkEmpress]

"Delicious isn't it," Dominic said close to her ear and she nodded in answer. Desire was dripping from his voice and Marian couldn’t help the little pang of triumph at the sound of it. She wanted him to want her as much as she wanted him.

"I can hardly wait until I taste it from the source tonight.”

Her chest rose and fell against him ... Just the thought of it quickened the pulse in her veins.

Dominic lowered his hand and her breath caught in her chest as he penetrated her again, wrenching a moan from her lips. This time he was moving with purpose and she could feel her muscles tighten in response, her body soaring to the brink of ecstasy. Her hand was atop his, feeling ... anticipating every move he made as she rested her head on his shoulder, her body arching against him, meeting every thrust like a sex starved harlot.

She listened to his husky voice as he described his patience ... his wicked intent of exploring every intimate part of her until she was reduced to a pleading puddle of need before him. The moment he touched her g-spot Marian arched like a tightly pulled bow, throwing her head back and gasping for air. “Master...” she breathed, incapable of anything else than simply affirming his propriety of her body ... her mind ... her soul.

Marian was oblivious of his hand on her breast and this time a deep groan fluttered from her lips as he laid claim to her clit, covering her hand that was splaying her most intimate part open to her Master’s ministrations. Marian was in the final straight, her body and mind zoning out except for the touch of him ... his arms around her, the hard plains of his chest holding her secure ... his breath across her neck ... His gloriously wicked fingers exploring her inside ... outside.

She could feel the ripples begin from the deepest depths of her soul before exploding through her body, her sex convulsing around his fingers as a barrage of orgasms tore through her body. Marian stopped breathing as she stiffened against him, shuddering in a mind blowing avalanche of liquid fire. Few men had ever taken the time to bring her to this point and the release was overwhelming as tears shimmered in her eyes.

“Thank you,” she whispered as she gasped for breath, her body working to fuel the flames he ignited in her.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Dominic Blair

Dominic held her as Marian's hips bucked. She danced the secret mombo of a woman under the sway of the music of overriding pleasure and instinct driving her movements. The flesh around his fingers convulsed. A flood of moist passion poured over them. He watched the muscles of thighs and torso tighten and quiver. He listened to each gasp, and moan, and hitched breath with the focused intention of master painter studying a finished portrait.

It-she-was beautiful. Marian. His Marian.

“Thank you,” she whispered to him softly.

"You are welcome." One hand raised to wipe the tears that were slowly streaking over her flushed cheeks.

He raised the other hand dripping with her juices up to her lips. "Stick out your tongue, Marian." When she did he placed his fingertips to the tip of her tongue. "I want you to never to forget what a passionate and beautiful woman you truly are." He ran his fingers over the surface of her tongue smearing the juice of her climax over her tastebuds. He leaned his head forward then and captured that tongue between his lips his own tangling around hers devouring the taste of her passion from it.

The kiss remained for a moment, another, and then reluctantly Dom pulled back. He looked into her eyes. "We are not done, Marian. It is time I feast upon the passion that is you."

He pointed to the leather armchair across the room. "I want you to crawl on your hands and knees to that chair so I may enjoy the sight of your sexy ass swaying with every motion. Once there you will rise and sit in it."

He kept his eyes on those cheeks as he rose up to his feet. When she was finally seated in the oversized chair he told her. "Scoot forward until you are on the edge. Lean all the way back until your shoulders press against the leather. Now place your hands on the arms. I want you to keep them there unless I specifically tell you to move them."

He stepped over to her until he stood in front of her. "Marian, part your legs for me. Wider...more...all the way...perfect."

He lowered to one knee and looked up at the dark mysterious depths of her eyes. "Do not move."

Dominic lowered his head, his eyes never leaving hers. His tongue reached out and traced the wet lips of her slit.

 

[DarkEmpress]

"I want you never to forget what a passionate and beautiful woman you truly are."

For the second time, Marian tasted her own juices, something physical that embodied her melting desire for him. Her dark eyes fluttered shut and at that moment, Dominic laid claim to her lips in a primal, almost possessive kiss. The entire world slow-motioned into a full stop, the moment emblazoned in her memory forever.

Dominic … her Master.

Marian was so caught up in the moment, that when he tore his lips from hers she moaned, something precious being taken from her. Her eyes fluttered open to find him staring into the windows of her soul … god … it felt like she would drown in the blue depths of them.

"We are not done, Marian. It is time I feast upon the passion that is you."

His words sent her heart rate pulsing through her veins again with excitement … anticipation. His command was spoken and Marian obeyed. “Yes Master,” breathed across her lips as she climbed to her hands and knees and did as he asked. Crawling, she could hear Dominic rise to his feet … could feel his eyes rake across her body … could sense his arousal and need.

Her body was still ablaze from the avalanche of orgasms that had ripped through her. Reaching the chair, Marian slowly turned and lifted herself on shaky arms into it. Demurely keeping her eyes on the floor, she watched as Dominic stepped closer, towering over her … something small and delicate fluttering inside her at the knowledge of his presence.

Marian scooted forward until her derriere was poised on the edge of the chair. Leaning back, she rested her shoulders and neck against the backrest and placed her arms on the armrests … gripping them tightly to keep her hands there, exactly as he had commanded.

"Marian, part your legs for me.”

She did. Something deep inside her quaked

“Wider...more...all the way...perfect."

Marian had attended ballet class as a child and was very pliant and flexible. His request pushed her to the limit and left her completely open … vulnerable, before him. She watched as he lowered to one knee, his eyes immediately snapping to hers, holding her captive.

"Do not move."

She nodded in answer, his eyes holding her gaze as he lowered his head to trace the tip of his tongue along the length of her. Marian sucked in a deep breath, before expelling it in a soft moan. Every nerve ending in her body was open … raw … receptive to him as a pulse of exhilaration shot through her body right through to the souls of her feet.

She wanted desperately to touch Dominic, to run her fingertips through his hair … smooth a thumb across his cheek … kiss him. It was heaven kissing him. This, this was liquid fire, burning through her soul and it took every ounce of willpower she had to keep her hands glued to the armrests.

The look in his eyes…

… Marian was drowning.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Dominic Blair

Marian was no damsel in distress. She was strong, brave, and capable. She was athletic, lithe, and independent. Dominic didn't know what she was outside this building, what she did for a living, and that was fine for now, Marian would fight it if he tried to exert his dominance in her everyday. But here within these walls she was his, and that would be enough....for now.

"Delicious," Dom murmured against her flesh his breath washing over the sensitive skin of her pubic mound. "Like a summer days' picnic." His mouth opened covering her fully. His tongue slipped between her lips, just the tip. He wanted to tease to raise her passion so she was right on the brink.

Dominic took his time, he had nothing more than this he wanted to do right now. He also paid attention. Eyes on hers catching everything. The tremble of muscles. The sharp inhaled of a gasp. The flutter of eyelids. The glazing of eyes. The rapid rise of her chest as her breathing sped up. Relishing each and every reaction he sparked from her. He was a pioneer and she an uncharted wilderness before him.

"Mine," He thought as his tongue slipped a little further in only to pull back to the tip and begin the slow cycle over again.

Slowly, methodically he raised her up to the very edge, and then he pulled back licking his lips.

"That was a fine appetizer," He commented, "Wouldn't you agree."

Dominic got up and crossed over to the far table and a bottle of water. "Are you thirsty?" He looked back to her over his shoulder. "Remain seated, Marian, and in the position I specified."

He crossed back over to her unscrewing the top of the bottle. "Keep your hands on the arms of the chair. Tilt your head back and prepare to drink the water. I will pour it into your mouth for you." He then proceded to tip the bottle so the water would pour into her mouth ready or not.

It wasn't alot but some did escape her mouth and race down her chin and neck. Dom bent down tongue scooping the errant droplets up following their trails back up to those kissable lips. In fact when he reached them he indulged himself and placed his lips against hers for a kiss.

His hand slipped under her head taking a firm hold on her hair and kissed her more firmly, and then pulled away just before the passion in the kiss reached its pinnacle.

He still held her head so he kept it so she could look into his eyes as he told her. "Now, Marian, I may continue to eat out your delicious little pussy, or I may just end tonight's session right here. It all depends on whether or not you can beg me to grant you the gift of another orgasm convincingly enough."

he stepped away but his gaze never left hers. "Well, Marian I am waiting."

 

[DarkEmpress]

Dominic artfully teased and tormented her flesh until Marian was reduced to a seething bundle of need. His lips covered her, his tongue delving into her depths eliciting a soft moan from Marian as her body trembled and shook in response. His eyes never left hers, his gaze analysing every move she made ... every gasped breath she took.

He worked her body into a calculated frenzy, leading her to the very brink of an earth shattering release and then left her dangling, the need seeping from her depths ... a frustrated little moan escaping her lips.

"That was a fine appetizer," He commented, "Wouldn't you agree."

Marian could do nothing more than nod as she tried to catch her breath, watching as Dominic climbed to his feet and walked to the other side of the room. Every fibre of her being was screaming for Dominic with wanton need, her desire blazing through her veins as her heart hammered in her chest. He reached for a bottle of water and Marian frowned as he asked her if she wanted any. It was almost as if he was taking a break, leaving her body to scream for his touch, her flesh trembling to have him near ... while he teased her from afar.

"Remain seated, Marian, and in the position I specified,” The command came. She had been on the verge of following him, but instead he left her there ... plied open ... craving for his lips ... his tongue.

Dominic kept her eyes captive as he crossed the room to her, telling her exactly what he was planning to do with the water before pouring a sip into her mouth. Marian’s eyes fluttered shut, the water streaming into her mouth as she swallowed ... a few errand drops trickling down the side of her mouth, across her neck.

A low moan escaped her lips as Dominic lowered his head, catching the drops with his tongue ... the touch sending a shiver down her spine as he slowly worked his way up to her mouth before pressing his lips to hers. His hand joined the assault on her senses as it smoothed across the back of her neck and tightly tangled into her hair. Half lifting her head and holding it securely in place, Dominic deepened the kiss. A soft moan hummed against his lips ... her sex clamping down hard at the proximity of him ... so close ... and yet so far.

He tore his lips from hers, tearing another frustrated little moan from her lips as her eyes fluttered open, staring up into Dominic’s beautiful blue eyes pleadingly.

"Now, Marian, I may continue to eat out your delicious little pussy, or I may just end tonight's session right here. It all depends on whether or not you can beg me to grant you the gift of another orgasm convincingly enough."

Marian’s chest was rising and falling in fast succession, the scent of her own arousal hanging in the air ... her hands clenched on the armrests. She watched him step away again and it felt as if she was locked in a cage of her own doing ... unable to reach him.

He made her feel vulnerable ... he made her feel entirely dependant on him. Marian had never had to beg anyone for anything before her in her life and it was almost degrading that she needed him so badly that she would even consider it. Her pride was warring with the strong and surging needs of her body ... an intense internal battle playing out in her mind.

"Well, Marian I am waiting."

A flare of anger shimmered in her eyes for a moment ... resentment. A part of her wanted to thwart his power over her, urging Marian to stand up and leave, to walk out the door and never see Dominic again. Her pride was finding it hard to have to subject itself to begging for something she needed so desperately. Yet, a deeper part of her was relishing in the sweet anguish, wanting to tear her soul open to bleed for this man with blinding need.

Tears shimmered in Marian’s eyes as she surrendered, gooseflesh erupting on her flesh as her dark eyes softened into beseeching orbs ... begging him. “Master ...” Marian whispered, her lips trembling. “Please .... Allow me to cum,” she said, her voice sounding emotional even to herself. She couldn’t break the stare even though she wanted to hide from him ... to hide the raw need. Marian was completely and utterly at his mercy.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Dominic Blair

"Now, Marian, I may continue to eat out your delicious little pussy, or I may just end tonight's session right here. It all depends on whether or not you can beg me to grant you the gift of another orgasm convincingly enough."

Dominic watched the swirl of emotions churning behind those beautiful eyes. He knew he was asking alot from her right now, and he afforded her time to work her way through those emotions, but what she was unaware of was the anguish he was going through also. There was a certain vulnerability to dominance exposed to those that submitted to them. what if she were to get up, put back on her clothes, and walk out that door. What if he had demanded too much from her? What if he had just pushed her away? What if this was the last he saw of her? Even worse, what if she became angry? What if she was hurt-traumatised for life by this? What if she left never to explore her submissive side again?

Many dominants within this house acted as if they could care less, but Dominic knew and talked with those doms often, and even the ones that beat, degraded, and acted indifferently or antagonistically towards their submissives growth or health would take such abandonment hard. They would be just as devastated as him should Marian leave him now.

"Well, Marian I am waiting."

He swallowed awaiting on pins and needles for the war within her to be won. Finally with tears clouding the dark orbs of her eyes she said with trembling lips, “Master ...Please .... Allow me to cum.”

He let out a relieved breath. "Yes, Marian," He said with a voice husky and thick with emotion too, "I will allow it."

"You have done well." He bent down before her on his knees between her spread thighs. "I am pleased with you." His head lowered and his lips closed over her weeping sex. He savored the flex and tremble of muscle as his mouth covered the lips of her labia. His tongue tracing a line all around avoiding her clitoris, sticking out eager for attention, as he warmed her back up to that fever pitch. Flicking between the outer and innder depths of her. From the tautness of her body he knew she was grasping the arms of the chair even tighter.

Now at last he focused upon her clit, working beneath the hood, nibbling tenderly, then working his tongue around it in a slow spiral. lips closing around it and suckling softly on it.

His eyes and hers were locked together. He plunged his tongue deep within her. He used three of his fingers to plunge within her as his tongue and lips returned to her clit. He applied stronger suction his tongue playing over the surface of the nubbin as his fingers carressed her G-spot.

 

[DarkEmpress]

"Yes, Marian, I will allow it."

Those words were like a precious gift to her, shortly followed by his praise that made her feel like a child. A trusting and eager child, elated at the knowledge that she had done well, that her Master was pleased.

Dominic knelt before her and Marian could physically feel her heartbeat speed up as he lowered his head. The moment he touched her, a soft gasp escaped her lips … a tingle running to the tips of her toes at the overwhelming sensation that ebbed through her being at the touch of his lips, the warmth of his tongue …

Her hands went white as she gripped the armrests tighter and tighter, every muscle in her body slowly contracting until she was tightly strung. Dominic played her body like a well-practiced musical instrument, eliciting the most alluring sounds from her throat, the most exquisite quivers from her body and sowing the most provocative images in her mind.

Marian was staring into Dominic’s eyes, every action clearly mirrored in her expression … burning in her eyes. He filled her mind and a part of her could feel adoration for this man growing deep inside. Dominic was everything she had ever hoped him to be … and so much more. She watched the expression in his eyes as he worked her body into a mind shattering crescendo and as Marian stiffened, her eyes locked on his … she could almost feel something snap into place.

A cry escaped her lips as another orgasm ripped through her body, more powerful than the first and more visceral in its depth. A sheen of perspiration glistened on her skin as Marian gasped for breath, the constant sexual stimulation slowly starting to take its toll on her.

It was the first time that anyone has ever been able to slowly tease and work her body into a frenzy until the orgasms were rolling from her like the ocean crashing to the shore. Dominic was giving her an excellent demonstration of just how patient a man he was. Marian had no idea her body was capable of it, that any man could do it … much less was she prepared for how it made her feel.

She felt sated … as if an incredible weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She was free, her mind quiet … her body in humble awe at the man that wielded such power over her.

“Thank you, Master,” the words ghosted from her lips, breathlessly. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair, press her body up close against him … kiss him. In some recess of her mind, she realised that such things were privileges that she probably was not entitled to … yet.

“Master,” Marian asked tentatively. “Please, may I touch you?”

 

[Veroe]

IC: Dominic Blair

She came and came hard. Dominic did not let up either. He had wondered if she was multi-orgasmic, whether she was a screamer, a gasper, whether she froze when she came so hard and so many one after the other, and now those answers were being fulfilled.

Finally, though in reality it had only been but a moment or two since she first began to climax, he let her have a breather. He pulled back his mouth and chin covered in the proof of her pleasure. His eyes seeking hers clouded from the torrent of emotions that had bombarded her.

“Thank you, Master,” Was her breathless words.

"You are quite welcome, Marian," He told her with an even voice that witheld the depth of his pleasure in her, "I told you before that this lesson was to teach you that you are a passionate and wanton creature. When I am done with you tonight you will believe it down deep to your soul. So you will never hesitate, never be ashamed of your desires. If others dare to call you such vulgar and ignorant labels as 'slut' or 'whore' you will accept them as marks of pride knowing you trust someone enough to be a 'slut' or 'whore' in the presence of-the one you have chosen as your master-" He leaned in placed a kiss still wet from her juices upon the faint pink line of the scar tissue over her ribs from the car accident she had been in as a youth. His brow grazing the underside of her breast as he pulled back up to look into those eyes again and finish his words, "-Me."

“Master,” Marian asked tentatively. “Please, may I touch you?”

He raised his hands before her. "Give me your hands, Marian."

When she placed her hands in his Dominic took hold of her wrists and brought them to his head dragging her fingers through the close crop of blond hair. Through his sideburns and onto his chin still wet with her juices. Then moving her hands to his forehead he dragged them down so her fingers traced over his eyes, the bridge of his nose, his lips. He kissed her fingertips as he pulled them down over his chin and down over his adams apple to the collar of his shirt. Then over the expanse of his chest over the soft material of his shirt and pausing as he dragged her fingers over the rigid nipples. Then down past his stomach to his belt and then to the tent in his pants. His arousal evident under neath the fabric of his slacks.

He caught her eyes with his as he pressed her palms flat against it. "Marian, are you surprised to find me in such a state? Would you be shocked if I told you this was your doing?" He pressed her tight against his cloth veiled erection. She could feel the beating of his heart through it. "With every act of submission to me, with every time you call me master, you make me desire you so."

He pulled her hands away from him and placed them flat against the arm rests of the chair. Then Dom stepped back.

"Marian," He ordered, "I want you to climb down from that chair and crawl over to that book shelf." He pointed to the one in question, "On the second shelf you'll find a collection of vibrators. Choose the one you wish me to use to bring you to your next orgasm. Then I want you to bring it back to me, and present it to me, and explain why you have chosen that particular vibrator above the others for me to use on you. but make sure you choose wisely for if I decide you chose poorly I will select one of the others maybe one you may fear me using on you."

He stood still watching her waiting for her compliance.

 

[DarkEmpress]

"Give me your hands, Marian."

Marian placed her hands in his, her eyes following his movements as he slowly lifted them to his face. He pulled her fingers through his hair, the soft strands brushing past her fingertips. She wanted to do it again; it felt so nice. In true Dominic style, even this was controlled by him.

He moved her hands down the sides of his face, past his temples and to his chin, still dampened by her desire. Marian bit down on her bottom lip, as she smoothed her thumb across his strong chin … it was heaven touching him.

He lifted her hands to his brow and then began the most amazing journey down his body … his beautiful eyes … his nose … his lips. Marian wanted to lean in and press a kiss to them, but it was not her place to do so. When he however kissed her fingertips, Marian could not help the soft gooseflesh that spread across her body, her heart beating with warm desire for this man who made her crave his body.

Down his neck to the collar of his shirt, he held her fingers hovering above the top button … the one she wanted to undo, to unwrap her Master like a present. Denying her the privilege, he smoothed her hands across his chest. Dominic hesitated for a moment and then steered her fingertips across his nipples … rock hard … it was a silent admission. Marian’s eyes flitted to his, surprise kindling in their dark depths.

He continued, his fingers smoothing the palms of her hands across his abdomen to his groin before placing her hands on the turgid length of him, concealed beneath the fabric of his slacks. Marian gasped, her eyes flying to his … surprise sparkling in the dark pools.

"Marian, are you surprised to find me in such a state?”

She could not speak, all she could do was nod.

“Would you be shocked if I told you this was your doing?" He asked, pressing her hands even closer to him. A soft moan escaped Marian’s lips as she let her fingers wrap around him, wanting desperately to feel him beneath her fingertips without any barrier in place. Marian could feel the vein beneath her palm pulsing … a rhythmic, strong heartbeat that made her want to fall to her knees and worship it. A strange sense of pride welled in her at the knowledge that she held the power to do this to her Master.

"With every act of submission to me, with every time you call me master, you make me desire you so."

"Master," she breathed, echoing what he said ... the word taking on a whole new meaning.

The depths of her eyes were molten cores of rich, dark chocolate as she looked up at him with sweet desire blazing in them. She wanted to press her body to him, kiss him until the world faded away … feel him move inside her. She had never wanted any man as much as she wanted Dominic Blair.

He lifted her hands and placed them on the armrest, her invisible chains securely in place once more before he took a step back. Marian felt as if something precious was taken from her … but it also made her more determined to earn the privilege of touching him, to undress him … to do unspeakable things to him.

Marian listened intently to his command before she cast a furtive glance to the bookshelf. Climbing down from the chair onto all fours, she crawled to it. The act was degrading, making Marian feel as if she was not worthy to stand in his presence, that she was a little lapdog doing his bidding. It also made her heart beat faster, putting her place in their relationship into perspective.

Marian frowned at her own choice of words. A relationship?

There was no time to contemplate the matter as she focussed her attention on the array of vibrators on display before her. Each served a different purpose, some plain … some wickedly enticing and some of them Marian did not know the purpose of, or what they would be used for.

She finally chose a rabbit vibrator that rotates. Precariously placing it between her teeth, she turned and crawled back to Dominic, placing the toy in his hands. “Master, I choose that one Master, because I know it drives me insane,” she confessed. “The combination of the rotating phallic and the vibrating bunny ears directly on my clit will have me squirming before you Master,” she said with a light dusting of pink spreading across her cheeks.

She could not believe she just said that to him. Most men she had encountered felt strangely threatened by vibrators, but not Dominic. Most men felt that it was in some way a reflection of their skill, that they were incapable of sufficiently pleasuring their partner, which warranted the need of a mechanical device. It is true that vibrators were designed to pleasure a woman on her own mission, but in the hands of a man she trusted, it turned into an erotic tool. Marian was thankful that this specific man seemed appeased with the concept.

She remained kneeling on the floor. Marian looked up into Dominic’s incredible eyes: Waiting for his verdict, her imagination painting colourful scenes of maddening pleasure.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Dominic Blair

"Marian," He ordered, "I want you to climb down from that chair and crawl over to that book shelf." He pointed to the one in question, "On the second shelf you'll find a collection of vibrators. Choose the one you wish me to use to bring you to your next orgasm. Then I want you to bring it back to me, and present it to me, and explain why you have chosen that particular vibrator above the others for me to use on you. but make sure you choose wisely for if I decide you chose poorly I will select one of the others maybe one you may fear me using on you."

It only took a moment as Dom watched her from where he stood for her to slither out of the chair. He stood transfixed as her sexy ass swayed side to side and her swollen pink and already twice sated pussy winked at him as she crawled over to the bookshelf against the far wall of the room.

He said nothing as she looked over the assortment of vibrators there. Inwardly pleased as she took the time to consider each.

With one held between her dainty teeth Marian returned on hands and knees ass swaying behind her-a sexy sight indeed. She knelt offering her choice up to him like a heathen offering up a tribute to a pagan god. Perhaps it wasn't too far from the truth. He took the offering in his hands. It was a rabbit style vibrator, pink jelly, ten inches long-though only six would enter inside her the rest would be the controls under his command.

"Why this one?"

“Master, I choose that one Master, because I know it drives me insane,” she confessed. “The combination of the rotating phallic and the vibrating bunny ears directly on my clit will have me squirming before you Master,” she said with a light dusting of pink spreading across her cheeks.

He traced a fingertip along the blush of her right cheek. "Do not be ashamed or embarassed of your passionate nature, Marian," He told her kneeling down on one knee so he could look into those deep brown eyes, "That is the lesson you must learn tonight. Here in this place you must give me your self-respect. You must trust me not to humiliate you for it. In this house with me you are allowed to be shameless. In fact I demand that you embrace the wanton slut within you."

He leaned forward and placed a feather light kiss on her brow, "I know it is difficult for you to go against the learned behavior you've accepted as the image of who and what you are for your whole life, but I believe in you, Marian. You can overcome anything even the self-image of modesty between us."

He got back up and walked over to the large canopy bed in the corner of the room. "If you can not overcome that sense of modesty when with me then we will not be able to progress. You will be witholding the passionate side of you from me, and I will not abide you holding anything back on me, Marian." The last he said with a ominous flare to his voice, "Witholding anything from me, whether it be information or your passionate nature, you will find is the one thing I will not tolerate from you."

He gestured to the bed spread. "But you will also find I am far more magnanimous than other masters." He motioned for her to approach, "Come for the lesson isn't over, and I am very pleased with the choice of vibrator you've selected. So I have decided to reward you, Marian."

She then crawled to the bed and climbed atop it. "Good lay down flat. Lace your fingers together atop your head. Spread your legs...wider...good."

He lay down beside her his face inches from hers so she felt his breath against the same blushing cheek as he spoke, "I want you to understand I am not upset with you, Marian. You are just beginning to release the constraints of modesty upon you. I don't expect you to master the hurdles of something so ingrained so soon, and you did give your reasoning for the vibrator without hesitation. That is why I am rewarding you."

"You may move your hands to clutch at the bedsheets or the head board, but must not go lower than the top of your head. Also you may wriggle and squirm your hips as nature demands of you." He brought the vibrator against her sex, "Your reward is total control over what this will do to you. Direct me, Marian. Tell me to make it go faster. To make it turn the other way within you. Tell me to fuck you harder with it. Tell me to press the rabbit end against your clitoris. You have until now to whenever this toy brings you to an orgasm."

His lips brushed her cheek. "Show me that wanton woman unrestrained and unabashed."

 

[DarkEmpress]

Marian laid herself down on the bed and spread her legs, her fingers interlaced behind her head as she stared into Dominic’s eyes. He was so close, his body next to hers ... his head propped on an elbow as he brought the vibrator to her, holding it there as he gave his last instructions.

“Direct me, Marian. Tell me to make it go faster. To make it turn the other way within you. Tell me to fuck you harder with it. Tell me to press the rabbit end against your clitoris. You have until now to whenever this toy brings you to an orgasm."

Just his command alone made something deep inside her twist in anticipation. It was possibly the most erotic thing she had ever had to do in her life. Marian was never a very vocal participant in the act of sex, and she was scared she wouldn’t know the words or wouldn’t be able to tell him what she wanted. However, staring into his eyes, made the doubts fade into the background. It gave her courage and bolstered her will to not fail him. To give free reign to her inner desire in front of this enigmatic man was the last line in the sand. He was right, she couldn’t hold this back from him ... she had to embrace it, share every part of her with him and cross that line, even if it was depraved and sugar coated with raw need ... lust.

"Show me that wanton woman unrestrained and unabashed."

Marian nodded as gooseflesh erupted on her skin. The vibrator was motionless and she could feel it nudging at the entrance to her warm depths, teasing her ... waiting for her words to set it in motion.

“Switch the vibrator on, Master,” she said, blushing as she stared into his eyes. Telling Dominic how she wanted him to bring her to an orgasm was almost painfully embarrassing and yet so heart wrenchingly honest.

“Penetrate me, Master,” she said as she untangled her fingers from behind her head and laced them through the headboard, something to hold on to. As Dominic launched into action, Marian’s eyes fluttered shut ... a soft gasp escaping her lips, She lifted her head slightly off the bed as she soaked up the feeling. “I love that Master,” she whispered, “That first time when you enter me, my body stretching and gently plying itself around you Master so I can welcome you inside me,” she said as her eyes fluttered open, the dark orbs swirling with emotion as she stared into Dominic’s.

“Move your hand down Master,” she said. As he did, it tilted the vibrator up, the tip sliding across her g-spot making Marian gasp as she bit down on her bottom lip, her hips moving to get the angle just right. “Leave it there, Master,” she said, letting the sensation coarse through her body, her breathing increasing, her heart rate quickening in her veins as she kept her dark and smouldering eyes locked on Dominic. Every second he held it there, increased her level of arousal exponentially. Marian kept it there until her body wanted more, until her body wanted to explode with want ... until desire burned in her eyes ... burned for her Master.

“Slowly start moving it in and out, Master. Keep it tilted so it slides across my g-spot,” Marian instructed. As Dominic did, Marian started moaning, the vibrator filling her, the rotating shaft stimulating the walls of her velvety depths as it slid in and out ... in and out, across her g-spot ... slowly, ever so slowly driving her absolutely insane.

She kept the pace the same for a few minutes, until she started writhing beneath him. Her body was moving of its own accord, manipulating the movement until she arched, her grip on the headboard tightening.

“Faster,” Marian said as her eyes fluttered shut. A long undulating moan escaped her lips as Dominic complied, Marian’s breath coming in short, hard gasps. She worked her body, anticipating every thrust and moving her hips to meet them, deeper and deeper.

“Faster ... faster,” Marian gasped as she gritted her teeth together, her heart hammering in her chest as a sheen of perspiration glistened on her skin. Dominic was pumping in and out of her, a tremor reverberating through her system with each impaling move that felt as if it filled her to the brim.

“Switch the bunny on, Master.” He did and Marian cried out the first time the bunny slid across her clit. The thrusting action combined with the rhythmic, pulsing contact of the bunny on the most sensitive part of her body shattered Marian’s inhibitions.

She had the headboard in a death grip. The muscles across her abdomen rippled as she moved hard and fast to meet each of the thrusts. “Fuck me harder, Master,” she said, shocked as the words crossed her lips. It sounded raw with desire, gasped ... pleading.

Marian kept her eyes locked with Dominic’s. She wanted him there with her, she wanted to show him what he did to her ... she wanted him close, his body next to her ... him buried deep inside her. She tried to imagine what his face would look like caught in the throes of passion, poised at the point of no return where he would groan out, sate his lust inside of her.

God ... he was driving her insane.

“Faster ... faster,” Marian gasped as her hips bucked against his hand, her desire seeping from her depths in anticipation. “So close, Master,” Marian breathed as she writhed, arching back, her head curled back and up so she was staring at the headboard, her arms tight ... every muscle in her body contracted.

“NOW Master!” Marian screamed. “Ram it in Master and hold it tight,” the words came rushing out. Dominic did. The vibrator found a home deep inside her depths, the bunny ears securely locked in place alongside her clit ... Marian could feel the vibrations reverberating through her body, like a small rock thrown into a pond ... circling out ... bigger ... bigger.

She stopped breathing. Marian was completely quiet as she felt her body do a countdown.

Four...

Three...

Two...

Marian cried out as the first pulse ripped through her system. Her body convulsed, her kitten gripping the vibrator so tight it stopped turning ... her body shaking. While Dominic held it in place, the orgasms kept rolling until Marian’s cry turned into a whimper, her body taking strain.

“Please stop, Master,” she gasped. As he did, Marian collapsed on the sheets, her eyes drifting shut as her breath raced past her lips, desperately trying to fuel the blistering flame that was raging through her body, devouring every last vestige of energy she had left.

“Thank you, Master,” she whispered as her eyes fluttered open, simply staring up at Dominic.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Dominic Blair

He followed her directions, staying with her every step of the way. Dominic watched and took careful note of each direction and the effect it had on Marion. He was close to her, pressed up against, he couldn't get close enough.

His hand moved pushing the vibrator deeper inside her at her urging-funny he'd be so jealous of a piece of plastic at that moment. He wanted to impale her on his hard rod of flesh and blood filling her deep-touching her soul and hers touching his, but that was another lesson he would have to teach her, and one he needed to remind himself of right now. It was difficult for his want of her but he managed by some miracle of will to restrain himself from taking her so soon. He wanted, needed, it to be special-on his terms, anything else will cheapen it. Dominic was determined that it would be soul to soul, truly devoted slave and absolute master, or nothing at all.

She showed tantalising glimpses of it now that she so courageously tackled learning this first of all lessons, but he knew there were still miles to go before they reached that promised land.

When she came it was cataclysmic, shaking the foundations of the earth beneath them.

“Thank you, Master,” she said on bated breath when her eyes finally fluttered open to stare up into his.

"You are welcome, Marion," He said brushing stray locks of hair from her face. They stayed like that for some time quiet, just looking into each others eyes as Dominic gave her a moment to get her breath back and settle her nerves.

When he judged her ready again he told her, "You have learned to embrace your passionate nature, and have completed tonight's lesson, Marion. I am very proud of you. So I shall grant you one reward before we conclude tonight's session. Your reward will be to choose. Do you want to return home until our next session tomorrow night." He raised the vibrator up so she could see it again, "Or do you want one more?"

 

[DarkEmpress]

Decisions…

Marian hated making them.

In some recess of her mind, she realised that it was an inherent trait of a submissive: Being freed from the burden of making decisions defined her need for it. It was synonymous to placing your faith and absolute trust in someone else’s decisions, knowing with all your heart that he would guide you … lead you … dominate you … love you.

And yet, she didn’t feel any less of a woman. The opposite was true: Dominic made her feel like a woman, in every sense of the word. Liberated.

And as a reward, he was letting her choose … what a novelty.

Her dark eyes flitted between the vibrator and the clear blue depths of Dominic’s eyes. The choice she wanted was not available to make…

Finally, confident enough to trust her voice, Marian said softly, “I want to go home, Master.”

~~~~***~~~~​

An hour later Marian was standing in her shower, steaming rivulets of water glistening down her skin, drenching her dark hair to matt around her shoulders. Eyes closed; her mind with Dominic in that room.

God … she could still feel his hands … hear the timbre of his voice … the scent of his skin.

A soft smile touched her lips as she opened her eyes, the dark depths of them burning with desire for the only man that has ever managed to hold her attention, make her bend to his will … and she let him. She let him…

The Marian that walked into the Inferno House a few hours ago was a vastly different person to the one standing here now. She had never experienced anything remotely like it. It was intoxicating, riveting … scary. The sheer power he held over her, the power she gave him, somehow made her whole. She wanted more.

Marian shook her head, a beseeching voice asking her pleadingly to come to her senses. This wasn’t normal. It was not an accepted practice in society. There was no-one she could talk to, no-one she could confide in … or ask advice of. The only person in this storm that could keep her grounded was Dominic … but how could that be when he was the very person causing it?

Needless to say, Marian did not sleep much. Her entire world was upside down. Nothing made sense anymore. When she closed her eyes, her dreams were haunted by a pair of piercing blue eyes and when she laid staring at the ceiling, thousands of questions poured through her mind, for which she had no answers. Marian woke the next morning and spent an unproductive day at work. Her usual painstaking precision watered down, her mind a million miles away.

The sun was setting in the twilight sky when she stopped outside the Inferno House. Marian was an emotional wreck. She needed Dominic to tell her that everything was okay, that what she was feeling was not bordering on psychosis; or she needed to yell at him and tell him to leave her the hell alone. Everything was happening too fast.

Marian had to make one massive, big admission to herself. She had to utter one word. One word that would set her free. It was a core realisation that changed the definition of what she was … something she has always been … something she has always denied, fought even.

I am a ……

She couldn’t. She didn’t know the word, didn’t understand the meaning of it, the impact of it … the life changing implications it held. It was monstrous …

 

[Veroe]

IC: Dominic Blair

An hour after Marian had left his house Dominic was in the shower, a cold shower. Icy rivulets running down the skin of his body. His hands pressed against the acryllic tile of the shower wall. His eyes closed shut and his breathing shallow and rapid. His brain filled with images of his Marian. The expression of her face as her body tensed and the pleasure of orgasm stampeded through her brain. His new pupil, his new slave, his delicate and beautiful butterfly, his Marian. Despite the cold water he was still rock hard from the memory of her.

He could still feel her skin against his hands, smell the scent of her passion as the aroma flooded the room, The way her breath caught in her throat when she let go of all her inhibitions and embraced her passion.

What was wrong with him? Since he had opened this club he had dozens of submissive play partners, three of them fairly serious ones, but Marian was...she was so much more than a play partner to him. She was a challenge, a mystery, a treasure to be cherished by him. He wanted more. He didn't want to ever have enough of her, his Marian.

Dominic shook himself. Why her? She was...not like any of the others. Marian, was a strong, independent, proud woman and when she submitted to him, his will, it fulfilled something in him Dominic didn't know he was missing. Something he couldn't easily define right now.

He turned off the water and dried himself off. He slipped into bed but never got much sleep through the night. His mind was too active. So he lay looking up through the skylight at the night sky above the Inferno house images of her, his beautiful, willing butterfly running through his mind.

When morning came Dom went down stairs and spoke with the professional doms he employed. He spoke of his burgeoning feelings for Marian to them. They teased him, but it was the good natured banter of long-time coworkers. Their advice was to continue, but cautiously. Objectivity should be attempted if he were to be Marian's master. Too much intimacy too soon and uncontrolled would make the danger of both himself and Marian getting hurt a very real likelihood.

He returned to the upper floor of the house and waited for her to return, his Marian. When she did she found him sitting in the high wingback chair of the room where she had first submitted to him.

“Don’t say anything, Marian, only speak to answer my questions.” He told her his gaze locked onto her bright intelligent eyes a hawk swooping down to claim its prey. He raised a remote control and pressed a single button. Spanish guitar music, slow, sultry, seductive began to play throughout the room. “Before we begin our lesson tonight, I want you prepared and in the proper mind first.”

His eyes never left hers as he told her, “Before this session is over I will have you blindfolded and bound to that bed and completely powerless to stop me.” He paused for effect before asking, “Does that frighten you, Marian?”

After she answered he asked her, “Do you like my choice of music?”

He nodded at her answer and told her, “Close your eyes and listen to it. Pay attention to the rolling beat, the rhythm of the chords.”

He allowed her several moments to do so before telling her, “Bob your head in time with it. Good now shift your shoulders too. Sway your hips. Good, now raise your arms above your head and run your fingers through your hair.”

“If you only knew how sexy you looked right now, Marian,” He said as she undulated to the guitar’s seductive melody. “Now look at me while you are dancing. Good, now raise your hands again to your hair move them over your face and down to your neck. Unbutton your blouse slowly, Marian, One at a time. Keep looking at me.”

When she finished all the buttons he said, “Turn to face the bed and push the shirt over your shoulder. Roll the bared shoulder. Good turn to face the door and look over the shoulder to me. Now push the shirt off the other shoulder and let it fall to the floor.”

“You are unbelievably brave, Marian, my fearless, sexy submissive slut.”

“Reach up behind you and release the clasp of your bra, Marian.”

“Now reach up and run your fingers through your hair again.”

Now when she was subsumed within the music he could ask her and know he would get her heart‘s answer to the vital question if their night was to proceed, “Close your eyes and tell me without thinking it over. Do you trust me?”

 

[DarkEmpress]

She was wound up so tightly, she was ready to explode. Marian stomped up to the room, with anger and fear warring for prominence in her eyes. Her breathing was harsh, halted, her lips pursed into a thin line of determination. She needed to tell him … yell at him … something.

Walking into the room, Marian found Dominic sitting in the majestic wingback chair. She still could not quite process the enigmatic aura that radiated from him and the moment his eyes latched onto her, she could feel her heart give an excited flutter. Marian was on the verge of launching into a tirade of uncertainty and accusation and he silenced her … dead.

“Don’t say anything, Marian, only speak to answer my questions.”

She bristled at the contradiction, a veritable flood of words poised on her lips, which she couldn’t speak. Marian watched as he lifted a remote and the air filled with the lilting and disarming tone of a Spanish guitar that serenaded her tortured mind.

“Before we begin our lesson tonight, I want you prepared and in the proper mind first.”

She took a shaky breath and simply nodded, not trusting her own voice to say anything. Hell, she didn’t even trust her body at this stage. Her hands were trembling and her breathing had still not slowed down, confusion muddling through her brain.

“Before this session is over I will have you blindfolded and bound to that bed and completely powerless to stop me.”

She stopped breathing … eyes wide.

“Does that frighten you, Marian?”

Her dark eyes flitted to the bed and she could feel fear trickling through her system. A powerful image flashed through her mind, an image of Dominic towering over her, her body restrained … vulnerability an almost tangible thing in the air. She had to fight the urge to take a step back as some insane part of her quivered in anticipation. It was terrifying.

She nodded again in answer.

In a whirlwind change of subject, Dominic asked her if she liked his choice of music. Disoriented for a moment, Marian slowed down and let herself hear the music once more. “Y-yes,” she stammered and as he told her to close her eyes and listen, her dark eyes fluttered shut and she concentrated on it, letting it fill her senses.

His voice registered … Marian hesitated for an awkward moment. What was he doing? The question was still floating somewhere in the outer reaches of her thoughts as she started nodding her head to the tantalising music. Moving her shoulders, her head slowly started rolling from side to side, as her hips joined in the melody, leading her movements in a seductive sway. Her hands rose from her sides to trail along her body and smooth through her hair … dark, strands dripping from her fingertips as she lost herself in the motion, completely consumed by the slow and seductive salsa … the tension melting from her body and her thoughts.

“If you only knew how sexy you looked right now, Marian.”

Those words were like balm to her soul, a soft smile touching her lips. She realised in that instant, she would do anything to hear that tone in his voice … anything.

On his command, she opened her eyes. Dark pools of passion stared back at him as he held her gaze. There was something very disarming about it, excruciatingly intimate … something very revealing making all the walls she so meticulously built around herself during the day, come tumbling down.

A smoky, smouldering look settled in her eyes as she lowered her chin slightly, her hips swaying as she ran one hand through her hair to let little strands wisp from between her fingers to fall across her face, the other hand slowly smoothing across her face … down her neck to undo the first button. The hand in her hair joined in the sensual tease as it slowly melted across her features to trail down to the second button. She bit down on her bottom lip as she undid it.

Her eyes were molten dark chocolate, sweet and simmering as he awoke the sensual goddess in her. Marian moved with graceful wantonness, wanting to ignite a fire in him as much as he turned her body into an inferno. It was a sight to behold as furious and raging Marian melted into a sultry seductress. She undid each button, giving him a teasing glimpse of creamy flesh beneath.

Obeying every command, Marian walked to the bed moved her arms out, throwing her head back to let raven hair spiral down her back as she swayed her hips, the blouse slowly falling from her shoulders as she raised her arms back up, clasping them closely together … before she looked back at him with fierce passion burning in her eyes.

The silky material glided down her shoulder and fluttered down her arms before falling at her feet, a soft smile touching her lips once more.

“You are unbelievably brave, Marian, my fearless, sexy submissive slut.”

That tone again. God … she wanted to melt at his feet. He made her feel sexy and she was proud to be his submissive slut.

Reaching behind, Marian unclasped the black lacy bra before she let it trail down her arms to join her blouse at her feet … her fingers trailing through her hair. The last of her uncertainty and confusion joined the two items of clothing on the floor as her mind swirled in the music, her body making sweet love to the lilting melody … her soul obeying every word that came from her Master’s lips.

Her eyes fluttered shut … and a question of grave import registered in her thoughts.

“Do you trust me?”




“Yes…”

 

[Veroe]

IC: Dominic Blair

Dominic let the music consume her for a long moment basking in the sight of Marian's lean athletic body as it swayed and moved to the seductive guitar. She was beautiful, in this moment, his, trusting him in everything. If he were to never see her again the image he'd wish to remember her by would be this one.

Finally after another long moment and another song began his voice, soft, seductive, firm, came out to her. "And now the skirt Marian. Unzip it and push it down over your hips, slowly. That's it, don't stop dancing. Step out of those heels next. Now the panties. Nice choice by the way. The black lace looked very sexy on you." He let her dance then in all the beautiful glory she had been born with letting her make slow sweet love to the rhythm and melody.

At last when he judged she was ready Dom turned off the music and placed the remote on the arm of the chair. "Kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed." He ordered locking her eyes in a sultry gaze. He rose up and walked over behind her after she complied. He added, "Place your hands flat on the sheets. Spread your arms out wider. Stretch, so each hand rests over one of the corners of the bed, Marian."

He watched as she tried to comply. It was a wide bed, able to fit three comfortably and Marian had her arms out as close to the corners of the bed as she could in the kneeling position she was in. He took her arms in a gentle two fingered grasp and pushed them wider still. An act that forcer her to hunch over more and rest her chin on the edge of the bed, even then the muscles of her arms and shoulders had to tighten and bulge as she stretched to finally place her hands on the corners of the bed.

"Don't move, Marian," He whispered into her ear as fingers trailed up the trembling muscles of her arms. His fingers ran through her hair then moving the stray strands that had moved into her face. He stroked along her temple, her scalp. In the position she was in Marian could only see the surface of the bed and only feel him behind her as his hands smoothed over her back. His touch was gentle, but there was a firmness there too.

His lips gently kissed the butterfly tattoo on her shoulder blade. "I am going to collect the items that I will use to ravish you tonight, Marian. Do not move from this position, and do not relax your arms."

He left her puposely shifting and rattling items on the shelves of the room to keep her imagination running wild. Finally he returned and placed a pair of handcuffs padded and fur-lined, the kind sold to adventurous couples just lightly testing the waters of bondage in sex shops the world over directly in front of her on the bed sheet. He left for the next item letting her kneel and stare at the handcuffs. Next was a tube of cherry flavored body lotion. The advertising on the tube said it was clinically proven to make the skin more sensitive to the touch. Then a black silk scarf, followed by a cat-of-nine tails.

He began to shift and nudge things around on the shelves allowing Marian a long moment to stare at the cat.

When atlast he returned he brought an old friend. The same vibrator she had selected and gotten to know so well from the previous night.

He bent over her, behind her his arms wrapping around her He let her eyes look over each of the items for another long moment, and then when he spoke he whispered into her ear. "Tell me. What are you thinking?"

 

[DarkEmpress]

Marian slowly swayed, her eyes closed as the music consumed her. His voice melted into her thoughts and her hands complied, as she ran them down her body, alongside the soft mounds that epitomises her femininity ... slender fingers smoothing across her stomach before she dipped her thumbs into the narrow waist of her skirt.

Slowly, Marian smoothed them out to the side where her fingers found the small metal object on her right hip, the seductive sound of a zipper, lowering, filling the air. The skirt simply fell open, the soft material trailing down her legs, caressing the smooth skin along its journey to the floor to leave her athletic and toned legs bared to him. The matching lacy undies clad her derriere in a mesmerising show of flesh and dark lace, which quickly followed suite ... trailing down her legs to accentuate her fair skin.

The music was a living and breathing element in the room that took her body on an exotic journey into the world of hot and steamy bodies ... swaying ... to the sound of a guitar, as if the artist was picking at the strings of her heart.

The music faded and her body honed in on the sound of Dominic’s voice, her eyes fluttering open to find them confronted by the smouldering blue depths of his.

"Kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed."

Marian turned, her body still swaying in a far-off place as she sank to her knees at the foot of the bed, her eyes trailing across the majestic sheets before her, as if it was her Master to be coveted by her submission at its feet. She could feel Dominic move, her senses painstakingly aware of his every step, his every word ...

"Place your hands flat on the sheets. Spread your arms out wider. Stretch, so each hand rests over one of the corners of the bed, Marian."

Marian obeyed, draping herself across the bed, her hands turned out and down. When Dominic touched her, she took a steadying breath, every nerve ending in her body connected to that one point of contact. He pushed her down even further until her fingertips reached the edges of the colossal bed. Once there, Marian stared across the sheets in front of her ...

"Don't move, Marian.”

The whisper in her ear, his breath playing across her skin immediately sent gooseflesh across her skin. She had to fight the urge to turn her head, to catch his lips with her own...

His hands gently trailed through her hair, across her cheek ... down her neck ... her back. Marian closed her eyes, soaking it up, little tingles following his fingertips along the journey of her flesh. His lips touched her shoulder blade and Marian pursed her lips together when she realised he was kissing her tattoo ... her safe word ... the few letters that could set her free. She wanted to be caged up for the rest of her life if it meant she could stay with Dominic.

She heard him move once more, her mind conjuring pictures that were frightening ... erotic ... enticing. She concentrated on holding her position, her arms outstretched, her body vulnerable to him. Before her, he placed handcuffs, body lotion, a black silk scarf ... a cat-of-nine tails ... and the bunny vibrator.

Each new item wreaked havoc on her imagination as Marian stared at each item in turn. It was sweet torture, wanting these things in his hands, bending her to his will. Her dark eyes kept meandering back to the cat, fear trickling down her spine. She had never experienced it before ... feared it ... longed for it.

Dominic halted her racing mind, his arms wrapping about her body. She couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped her lips. Having him close was bliss and he let her stare at the objects before her for a small eternity longer.

"Tell me. What are you thinking?"

“I am scared,” she said honestly.

“Scared that I won’t be able to give you what you want,” she said as her eyes trailed back to the cat. “I don’t know if I am strong enough to trust you Master, believe in you ... let you be the keeper of my body ... my soul ... with something as scary as that Master.”

Just saying it, felt as if she was failing him somehow.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Dominic Blair

Dom bent over her, behind her his arms wrapping around her He let her eyes look over each of the items for another long moment, and then when he spoke he whispered into her ear. "Tell me. What are you thinking?"

“I am scared,” Marian asnwered with full honesty to her voice, “Scared that I won’t be able to give you what you want,” Dom watched her as her eyes traced over the cat in the delicious battle of fear and longing of a submissive. “I don’t know if I am strong enough to trust you Master, believe in you ... let you be the keeper of my body ... my soul ... with something as scary as that Master.”

"Good," Dom said reaching out to take hold of the cat, "I want you to be afraid, Marian, I want every night you experience in submission to me to frighten you as well as excite you. I want your fear. I want your pain and suffering. I want your pleasure and triumph when you overcome those things to serve me."

He pulled back on his arm dragging the leather falls of the cat over the comforter of the bed and slowly over her shoulder so her skin would feel the caress of the leather but not yet its sting. "I do not think you are one that takes pleasure in being hurt and I am not one who would take pleasure in hurting you. That being said our relationship..." He paused at the freudian slip, "...Our relationship will not be an easy or comfortable one for us. I will push you past the boundaries you've grown complacent with, Marian." He turned his hand and dragged the leather falls over the same shoulder again, but this time curled around her chin still resting on the bedsheets and laid the handle to rest on the other shoulder with the falls on the other. The smell of the leather permeated every breath she would make for this moment on. "That includes things that will frighten you."

He reached out and took the tube of body lotion. He opened it and before her eyes squeezed out an amount into his palm. "Whether we experience the cat's kiss upon your flesh is not for you to decide. That is up to me, Marian." He reached under her and began rubbing the lotion into her breasts. "Within the walls of this room you are no longer in control. You are not in charge. I am. I am the only one with the priviledge to judge you. Me, your master."

His hands returned to the tube knowing that by now the lotion's effects were beginning to take place upon her. Marian's breasts would be tingling and hot, a gentle but effective torment for her first time. "Do you know why I named this place the Inferno House?" He squeezed out more of the lotion and reached under her again and began rubbing it into the flesh of her inner thighs up towards her pussy but never quite reaching it, yet. "It's meant as a reference to Dante's Inferno because I see every master and mistress in this building as Virgil guiding their submissives, in my case, you, Marian."

His hands returned to the tube for more lotion and lowered this time to rub it into the skin of her pubic mound. "As your master I will be your guide through all the temptations," Fingers delicately smeared the lotion over pussy lips. "The titilations," Those fingers applied the body lotion onto her clitoris. "And the torments of all the many and varied circles of hell and heaven." He briefly pinched the clitoris.

He returned to the tube of lotion then and squeezed another dollop into his hand. As he did he licked the shell of her ear. "I know how you fear the cat, Marian," He whispered into her ear, "How you fear failing me. Trust me not to use it capriciously upon you tonight."

 

[DarkEmpress]

She saw him take hold of the cat from the corner of her eye, and her heart skipped a beat. Was this the moment? Would he introduce her to her leather tormentor, now? As Dominic told her that he wanted her pain and suffering .... pleasure and triumph, he dragged the cat across her shoulder, the leather strips smoothing across her skin in a delicious torment of the flesh. Marian couldn’t help the shudder that reverberated through her body.

She listened as he explained the dynamics of their relationship, and couldn’t help but hear him stumble over the ‘relationship’ part. Was that what this was? A relationship? She pondered the thought for a moment, a soft frown furrowing her brow. It inevitably implies that they need something from each other ... and wasn’t that the pillar that a D/s relationship is built on? It wouldn’t exist if both parties did not benefit from it, need something from it, receive something from it?

The one thing Marian knew, with growing certainty, was that Dominic was changing her life. The entire process was making her need him more and more with every passing breath ... her breath was suddenly stolen away as Dominic laid the cat across her shoulder to curl under her chin, the overpowering scent of leather, and the promise it holds, focusing her mind ... yes, she needed him enough, even to overcome this fear.

"That includes things that will frighten you."

“Yes, Master,” she breathed, her dark eyes locked on the cat.

His nimble fingers took hold of the bottle of lotion on the bed and Marian listened as he uncapped it and squeezed some of the heavenly scented contents into his hands, softening the strong leather fragrance.

Dominic smoothed his hands across her breasts and Marian’s eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan humming on her lips.

"Within the walls of this room you are no longer in control. You are not in charge. I am. I am the only one with the privilege to judge you. Me, your master."

As he continued to slowly light the fire in the very depths of her soul, she realised what he was trying to do ... and how wrong she was to even think that she had any say in the matter. She had none. Dominic was her Master and by proxy that meant that she gave him her freedom of choice, trusting him enough to make them for her.

The lotion was starting to simmer on her flesh, pulling at her senses and drawing her mind back into her body as the heat slowly intensified.

"Do you know why I named this place the Inferno House?"

“No Master,” she answered, although the growing heat on the soft plains of her chest screamed an answer.

Dominic’s hands descended on her again, this time smoothing across the tender flesh of her inner thigh. Marian squirmed, her breathing increasing once again. He teased her mercilessly, his hands not quite reaching the silken depths of her that were aching to be touched. Marian bit down on her bottom lip as the ensuing heat seared across her skin, fanning the embers of desire.

"It's meant as a reference to Dante's Inferno because I see every master and mistress in this building as Virgil guiding their submissives, in my case, you, Marian."

“Oh god,” she breathed, more to the heat than what Dominic was saying, her answer appropriate nonetheless. It was almost poetic. Her Master - her guide – taking her on a journey through the depths of hell; the nine circle of suffering. “oh god,” she said again as the full import of his wordplay hit home.

More lotion

“As your master I will be your guide through all the temptations," he said in his smoky voice. He smoothed his fingers across Marian’s pubic mound, and she moaned, her hands flat on the bedcover as she forced herself to stay in position.

"The titilations," his voice said a little softer, more sensually, before he traced his fingers along the lips of her kitten, the heat spreading in a maddening volcano that was simmering, barely contained, beneath the surface.

"And the torments of all the many and varied circles of hell and heaven." Dominic honed in on Marian’s clit, smoothing a helping of the burning lotion onto it and finishing it off with a brief pinch, wrenching another moan from Marian. She was well and truly writhing against the foot of the bed, locked in sweet torment by the heat that was threatening to melt her.

She felt him lick her ear, sending another shudder through her body before he whispered against it, "I know how you fear the cat, Marian, how you fear failing me.” Marian took a deep breath, the heat coming from his body and the heat coming from his words, adding a whole new dimension to the heated seduction. It felt as if Dominic was talking to the submissive that was locked up deep inside of her, her very being resonating at the sound of her Master's voice.

“Trust me not to use it capriciously upon you tonight."

“I do, Master,” Marian whispered, meaning every word - implicitly.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Dominic Blair

“Trust me not to use it capriciously upon you tonight."

“I do," She admitted, "Master.” That final word was only a soft whisper, simple like a feather to say but carried all the weight and importance of a mountain to him.

It made Dominic so very proud of her to see his Marian accept his mastery over her even knowing that he was intending to use the cat upon her vulnerable body and soul.

"Good, pet, good," He said softly into her ear as he squeezed another dollop of the lotion into his palms.

His eyes were full of a cerulean blue fire as his hands smoothed more of the lotion over the firm curves of the cheeks of her ass spreading the fire consuming her body. He watched with intention as she shivered and shuddered under the sensations of the body as he next spread it up over the planes of her back.

Dom took the handle of the cat and pulled it dragging the falls to caress the skin of her shoulders and back. He put it to one side of them on the bed. The other implements he had collected soon joined it.

"Stand up, my pet." When she did he told her, "Turn around." His hand cupped her chin so her eyes were locked with his. "Mine." One word, but saying so much.

He brought his face in close to hers teasing a kiss that never came. When she pursed her lips reaching for it he spoke softly but with unyeilding steel to his words. "Back up until you feel the comforter, Marian."

He kept the eye contact with her as she complied with his command. "Now bend your legs and lie back on the mattress." When she did he bent over her so he could maintain their eye contact. "Stretch out your arms above your head, Marian. See if you can stretch far enough to touch the headboard."

She wasn't able to actually reach the wooden headboard of course. She had a foot or more to cross. "A little more, Marian. I want to see you really try to do it. Arch your back and stretch those lovely muscles of your back and torso."

"Good," Dom told her when she did, "Now hold that position. I want you to pretend you arms are already bound." He reached over and held the handcuffs so one would dangle over her sparkling in the light. "In a moment they actually will be."

Dominic opened one and reached up placing it over her wrist. He looked back down into her eyes. "I told you once I wouldn't force you to do anything. You have to surrender to me," He said, "Tell me to close this handcuff around your wrist Marian. Surrender your freedom to me."

 

[DarkEmpress]

"Good, pet, good."

Dominic smoothed some more of the lotion onto her derriere and across her lower back. Her body was reacting like a love starved child to his touch, the muscles quivering every time he touched her ... her senses insanely aware of his proximity. His hands were firm and strong ... but gentle, as they spread the wicked heat into her flesh.

Marian watched as Dominic’s hand came into view, his fingers curling around the handle of the cat and she bit down on her bottom lip, bracing herself. She was waiting for pain, some sound of leather slicing through the air ... but instead the leather straps trailed across her back ... harmlessly ... the lotion heightening the sensation. He placed the cat on the other side of her, which was soon joined by all the toys.

"Stand up, my pet."

Marian did and as she turned on his command she found herself staring into a pair of blue eyes that were holding her captive. He cupped her chin to keep her eyes locked with his. There was however nothing in this world that could have torn her gaze from him.

"Mine."

The word was spoken with such intent ... so much gravity. She felt a bolt of electricity shoot down her spine, her entire body erupting in gooseflesh. God ... she wanted to be his ... so badly.

He closed in, lowering his head inexorably and Marian could feel the butterflies in her tummy doing hectic somersaults as she held her breath, her eyes fluttering shut, waiting for his lips to touch hers. Instead, he spoke softly against her lips.

"Back up until you feel the comforter, Marian."

She had to tear her mind away from the kiss she could almost feel. So close ... and yet so far ... as her eyes snapped open again. The link snapped back in place as she obeyed, edging back towards the bed until the back of her heels touched it. She further obeyed him and laid herself down on the bed.

Dominic followed, hovering over her, keeping the eye contact in place. She wasn’t too sure whether it was the fact that Dominic was so close or the intent in his glorious blue eyes that made her pulse leap to life. She stretched her arms above her head, as far as she possibly could. Her back arched off the mattress as her breasts proudly perched atop her chest. She could feel the heat from Dominic’s body, could smell the scent of him ... her body quaking with desire for him. She wanted to wrap her legs around him and lose herself in his arms, wrapped around her.

"Good, now hold that position. I want you to pretend your arms are already bound."

Bound...

A strangled little voice of fear screamed through her mind as Marian’s eyes widened.

"In a moment they actually will be."

Marian’s breathing escalated at a frightening pace as she saw the handcuffs glistening between Dominic’s fingers. The ominious sound of a metal click sounded through the room as he undid the handcuff and placed it over her wrist, ready to click in place. She couldn’t help herself, as her eyes darted up and then to the side, avoiding Dominic.

She was completely and utterly, petrified. Someone had tied Marian up a long time ago against her will and the memory came crashing into her mind as her breathing reached near hyperventilation stage ... debilitating fear surging through her veins.

"I told you once I wouldn't force you to do anything. You have to surrender to me."

His words filtered through the memory, poking holes into it. This was Dominic - a different man. She had told him a moment ago that she trusts him ... implicitly. But she had not counted on having to face her deepest, darkest fear this night. Dominic has not harmed her at all and she had no reason to believe that he would harm her now. He had her best interest at heart ... she had to believe that.

As the thought crystallised, Marian’s eyes shot back to him, needing to find some assurance there. What if it completely freaked her out? Would Dominic let her go?

"Tell me to close this handcuff around your wrist Marian. Surrender your freedom to me."

Marian knew that Dominic was most probably testing her trust in him. She knew that bondage would play a part, but Marian had figured that she would cross that bridge when she got there. She didn’t quite count on it being a flimsy rope bridge suspended across a massive canyon that she had to cross ... right now.

She was trembling as tears glistened in her eyes. “I trust you, Master,” she repeated her earlier pledge to him. Marian needed to say those words, to remind herself why she was here and why this was so important. Everything hinged on this. She had to believe that she would be safe even if Dominic rendered her helpless and at his mercy.

“Close the handcuff, Master,” she breathed.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Dominic Blair

"I told you once I wouldn't force you to do anything. You have to surrender to me," He said, "Tell me to close this handcuff around your wrist Marian. Surrender your freedom to me."

Dominic hadn't missed the tensing of her body as he told her he had intended to use the handcuffs on her. Nor did he miss the valiant his Marian struggle she waged to meet his eyes again afterward. He saw the tears welling up in her eyes, the tiny trembling of her stretched muscles and not from strain.

“I trust you, Master,” She said softly as if she were a woman sinking under the quicksand of her sudden fear and the words were her hand shooting out reaching for him to pull her out. “Close the handcuff, Master.”

His Marian, so brave. She was a warrior.

"Marian tell me, have you ever been bound before," He asked closing the first cuff around her wrist. "I need to know, Marian. You can have no secrets from your master."

 

[DarkEmpress]

The look in his eyes was a rock in stormy seas, something she clung to desperately.

"Marian tell me, have you ever been bound before?"

The handcuff clicked in place around her wrist and Marian could not help the jolt that reverberated through her body. In just this one move, Dominic had uncovered her deepest, darkest secret and it felt like her soul was laid bare before him. She had nowhere to hide and as she looked up into his eyes, she knew that she had to be honest with him. He was her Master. He needed to know her every hope … her every fear.

"I need to know, Marian. You can have no secrets from your master."

“Yes, Master. I have been bound before,” Marian breathed. He was so close, she could feel the heat radiating from his body, scorching her skin. The cold comforter beneath her acted as a catalyst to further blaze the lotion that Dominic had caressed across her skin to life.

“It was against my will, Master,” Marian added, mentally ticking off the differences between what he had done and what Dominic was doing. They were worlds apart. Her attacker had been a sexual predator and he used fear to silence her into submission as he rendered her helpless and brutalised her.

“I think that is why I was intrigued by the world of dark pleasures … because I wanted to face my fears … deal with it,” Marian whispered, the words flowing. She had never told anyone this before. It was liberating. “… but this is so different, Master,” she said as her eyes met his again, almost in wonder. Her mind was reeling with all the feelings that Dominic managed to evoke in her. She felt safe with him, cherished even. What was happening between them was something sacred, not something she would wake up screaming to in the middle of a nightmare.

“I never thought I would be able to trust someone enough to let them bind me ever again,” she said as a tear trickled down her cheek. “But I trust you, Master … more than I have ever trusted anyone before.” Her arms were still stretched above her head, the muscles across her abdomen pulled tight like a bow. She could feel her body quivering with need … with blistering heat. This was so goddamn sexy, she would just melt if Dominic touched her.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Dominic Blair

"Marian tell me, have you ever been bound before," He asked closing the first cuff around her wrist. "I need to know, Marian. You can have no secrets from your master."

He looked down on her as if she were a masterpeice of art and he was standing in a room of the museum alone for a private viewing of it. His expression focused, fascinated, studying her intently. The subtle changes of her face, the deep pools of raw emotion in her eyes, paying attention to the soft hitch in her voice.

“Yes, Master. I have been bound before,” She answered.

"Did you consent to it?"

“It was against my will, Master,” She added and Dominic's breathed sharply. His nostrils flared and a light of pure rage lit in his eyes as he contemplated anyone forcing themselves upon his Marian.

“I think that is why I was intrigued by the world of dark pleasures," She continued whispering the words as if they were a painful splinter being pulled out of her flesh little by little with every utterance, "Because I wanted to face my fears … deal with it.”

He ran his hand over her face so very proud of his brave sexy woman. It would have been so easy for her to have used this painful experience to hide her submissive side for the rest of her life, but she had sought it out-sought him out in order the embrace it despite her experience.

“… but this is so different, Master,” She said looking up into his eyes. Tears were there. The emotions revealing this to him were too raw and powerful for there not to be. A single tear rolled down over her eyelid. “I never thought I would be able to trust someone enough to let them bind me ever again.”

His finger wiped the tear from her cheek saying, "My dear Marian."


“But I trust you, Master … more than I have ever trusted anyone before.”

"Trust is the crucial element, Marian," He told her smoothing away stray strands of hair from her forehead, "Without it, all this is just handcuffs and playacting. Without trust there is no meaning to what goes on between us. It gives it all impact. The exchange of trust makes it raw, visceral, real-meaningfull."

He reached up and closed his hand around hers. The other around the open cuff of the handcuffs. "And the first step in that is giving me your consent." He looked into her eyes. "Place your hand in these handcuffs and allow me to take away your freedom from you."

 

[DarkEmpress]

Trust is the crucial element, he had said, and in her heart Marian knew that to be true. It forms the cornerstone of this whole experience. Safe, Sane, Consensual. Without those three, it cannot be associated with BDSM in any way, shape or form … or at least, that is what Marian had read.

She pursed her lips together and clenched her eyes shut. God … this was so much harder than she had thought. It was not even a reflection on Dominic. It was her own inability to trust people that Marian was wrestling with. He was stripping away her defences, layer by layer, and this one actually hurt.

Dominic had been very clear about his intentions. He had informed Marian of his every move, without forcing her, without forcefully taking her freedom and without harming her. Everything so far had been for pleasure and he was slowly teaching her exactly what it meant to submit. It was not just a once off act that you did on a whim, it was a bond where both parties took and gave what they needed to balance the other. Delicate, even fragile … but strong as steel once perfected.

She felt Dominic’s hand enfold hers as if he was somehow willing her the courage to do this. A soft tingle meandered down her arm, originating from where he was touching her hand. It still amazed Marian that he had such a powerful effect on her senses.

“…the first step … is giving me your consent," she heard him say, a silent question in his voice as if he knew how important it was for Marian to give that to him. She opened her eyes and found Dominic’s blue ones watching her intently.

Marian made a small nod, she couldn’t find her voice, but she wanted her Master to know that he had her consent, one hundred percent of it.

"Place your hand in these handcuffs and allow me to take away your freedom from you." Gooseflesh erupted on her skin in answer. Her hand was still safely ensconced in Dominic’s and with that encouragement Marian moved her hand up until she felt the cold metallic touch of the handcuff against her wrist. Taking a deep breath, she said in a small voice, “I am yours Master,” her eyes shimmering.

It was a giant leap for Marian. She trusted Dominic. She would surrender her freedom to him in a heartbeat and what surprised her more than anything else was how that one submission to his will, set her mind free. She had read subs talking about freedom in the chains of submission and she didn’t quite fathom what they had meant

… until now.