Slave Training (Closed for Msamative)

[LucianDevine]

Devon kept his hands still as Ava fastened the cuffs around both of his wrists. He had barely a faint idea of what might be coming, and even that wasn't anywhere close to what Ava did next. He'd been watching her face, a stoic expression on his face. He saw her hand lift, and almost before he knew it, he felt the backs of her fingers tracing along his jawline. The softest of sighs slipped from his lips, and his eyes fluttered closed for but an instant. He saw the smile on Ava's lips when he opened his eyes, and knew without a doubt that she'd noticed his reactions to her soft and simple touch. She made no mention of it when she spoke though.

Ava's words came with a small surprise all their own, her releasing his hands. He watched her as she moved around the table and spoke. It was hard for Devon to not at least suspect what was going to happen to him in that position, and though that thought did make him hesitate, just like he'd done at pretty much every step of today's activities, he did relent to her and step up to the table.

Even once he was beside the table, Devon still found himself hesitating. He lifted his bound hands and his fingers tensed up, another unfortunate sign of his apprehension. He did take that last step though, and bend over the table and place his hands flat against the table.

"Good Boy"

Devon flinched a little at the sound of those words. He didn't hate them quite as much as he had the first time she'd said them. Part of him felt belittled by them, but another part of him recognized that it was meant as an endearing praise of sorts.

Once his hands were secured to the table Devon let out a soft sigh. What happened to him now was out of his control. Ava seemed quite at home with the scenario though, because the moment his hands were secured, her hands were moving over his body. She took her time, using both her fingertips and her nails as she moved first over the backs of his arms, past his shoulders and down the length of his spine. The softness of her touch and sensuality of the moment had him sighing softly through most of it. The light tracing of her nails pulled a soft moan from him every time though.

The first swat of Ava's hand caught Devon completely off guard. He'd been so lost in the feel of her fingers and nails that he'd briefly forgotten the position he was in...and it's purpose. It wasn't hard enough to truly hurt though, and she moved back to tracing her nails over his skin. He was ready for the next one when it came though, and actually just as ready for what came after it.

Ava started to alternate her ministrations, and Devon could feel the effects of it. He started to breathe faster as her hands got bolder, freely exploring every bit of both his ass and his balls. The transition from the introductory swats and the more deliberate stingy ones was so natural that Devon barely noticed the fact that he was gasping with pleasure and wincing from the pain at the same time. His mind was all-consumed with what he was feeling, both the pain and the pleasure. He did know that his enjoyment was obvious, The occasional stroke of Ava's hand along his throbbing cock pulled unbridled moans from him every time, moans that continued through the hard swat that followed each of them.

When Ava's hands disappeared from him completely, Devon finally realized the full of his condition. He was gasping for breath, His ass was still throbbing with pain from the abuse it had endured. That throbbing pain was as much a reminder of what had just happened, as well as his achingly hard and swollen cock.

When he felt his hands released, Devon let out a soft sigh of relief. He stood up straight and stretched out both his arms and his legs, letting out a low groan as he did.

Ava's next command, for it couldn't be confused for anything else prompted an immediate response this time. He turned and obeyed, wincing with pain when his ass first touched the table. His arms also moved to obey her second command, and he soon found them bound together behind his back.

Devon half expected Ava to start in with something right away, but as he watched, she walked to the dresser once more and pulled a bottle from one of the drawers.

Though he knew that Ava meant her first statement as more of a joke than anything else, Devon couldn't help but blush a little bit at his obvious state of arousal, despite what the two of them had already done together. Her second statement came with the feel of her fingers sliding up the full length of his cock, and he couldn't help but shiver at the feel of it.

"N-not...exactly..." Devon managed to stammer. Though her touch was clearly deliberate, it was also little more than a tease, far from enough to give Devon the release he clearly craved.

 

[MsAmative]

"Clearly not as terrible as you imagined? At least not yet..." Ava said with a slight chuckle. "That isn't to say that no interactions will be painful, it all depends on the person and their inclination. Sometimes they will match your own, but sometimes... or always if you are unlucky they will not."

Ava sighed "That is where your control over your own thoughts and body comes in. You will need to learn to read situations and learn how to cope and adapt. You will be expected to endure as necessary, for pain.... or pleasure as your partner dictates. Until you are given approval to leave this room tonight, you are not allowed to orgasm without permission. Consider it an order, disobedience will have consequences."

Her hands wandered softly along his cock as she ran her hands down its length. She paused to cup his balls gently in her hands before letting her nails drift along the inside of his thighs and tracing light lines down the side of Devon's right leg. Her nails continued along their path up his left thigh and back up the length of his shaft. Ava smiled, hearing him gasp, knowing he was enjoying the new sensation. Ava curled her hand around the thick head, drawing a deep moan from Devon. She stroked him slowly, adding a few drops of lube from the bottle she had tucked into the pocket of her jeans. She let his pleasure build slowly, peppering her attentions with an occasional rake of her nails. Her speed changed naturally as his breathing increased and his soft whimpering began. When she watched the muscles in his arms and legs begin to tense Ava slowed, not wanting him to lose control or ask to cum just yet.

Ava stroked in a lazy spiraled grip, keeping Devon hard and throbbing but not close to orgasm. She stretched her back mid stroke and sighed. She was quite enjoying her evening so far and faced a quandary. Should she bring him to the brink, force him to have to ask or beg to cum? That would force him to learn to control it that moment or fail. Failure of course led to a new realm of fun... well at least for her anyway. She could drag it out, leave him asking or begging to cum, but was that the only lesson she wanted him to learn from this?

She increased her speed once again, watching his chest rise and fall. She could see he was no longer attempting to make eye contact of any sort and was lost in his thoughts or the sensations. A small smile graced her lips as she watched his muscles clench, knowing he had to be so close. She continued for a moment, letting him struggle and resist what she knew he wanted so much before backing down just slightly. His reaction and the release of the tension in his muscles was palpable, she could tell he had honestly tried to obey. He had done what she asked, and so far without much complaint.

Ava added some additional lube, increasing her pace once again. She let her free hand graze it's way up his thigh, stopping only to fondle his balls. She knew it would not be long until he was close again. She watched the tension rise, his back arching as he braced his bound hands against the table and Ava was torn. Should she give him permission and let him cum? Or should she wait for him to ask... if he asks at all?

 

[LucianDevine]

Devon listened to Ava's words as best he could with her hands slowly and gently teasing his throbbing cock. There were naturally still parts of what she said that he didn't fully understand, other parts that he definitely didn't like the sound of, and still other parts that sounded manageable at the very least. He let out a low groan after her final statement though. There was clearly no room for debate, and he did not want to think about what exactly she meant when she said consequences.

Soon enough though, Devon's mind pushed Ava's words to the back of his mind for later contemplation. It was impossible to think of such things when Ava's ministrations became more deliberate, even if they were still slow and gentle. A soft sigh slipped from him when her hands slid up the full length of his cock, and that sigh was followed by a low groan of pleasure at the feel of her hand cupping his balls.

Devon's lip quivered when Ava's ministrations took a turn. The feel of her nails on the inside of his thighs had him quivering and actually turning, trying to at least brush his cock against her hand or arm. That was not to be though when those same nails slid down the full length of his right leg. His eyes slipped closed when they crossed over to his left leg and started their journey upwards.

Though Devon wanted to feel Ava's hands on his cock, he was not prepared for the feel of her nails gliding up his taut length. The feel of those nails scraping up the taut and sensitive skin of his engorged length pulled a loud and unbridled gasp from Devon. He held back the urge to flinch from the new but undoubtedly enjoyable sensation. It was a perfect mix of pain and pleasure, even to his inexperienced mind and body.

No sooner did Ava's hand reach the head of his cock than her motions shifted once more. Her hand curled around the head of his cock, causing it to jump and swell the slightest bit more in her hand. The feel of a wet warmth dripping onto the tip of his cock forced Devon to open the eyes that he didn't even remember closing. He'd forgotten all about the bottle of what he now knew to be lube that Ava had pulled from the dresser. His cock slid easily in Ava's hands now, and he moaned unashamedly with every stroke of her hands.

Devon's breathing quickened as Ava continued, and he felt her strokes quicken as well. Every now and again though, she raked her nails up the length of him again, and he gasped every time, briefly distracted from the pleasure of the moment by the sudden and powerful sensation.

Soon enough, Devon felt the building sensation deep in his belly, and his body reacted to it, tensing and moving with Ava's ministrations. His pleasure built until he was quivering and whimpering with his pleasure, so very close to what would be an explosive orgasm.

The first time Ava slowed though, Devon remembered what she'd said about cumming without permission. He took a slow and shuddering breath as he forced his besieged mind to focus on the task at hand.

Ava seemed to be doing what she could to help him though, or so it seemed. He knew that she could bring him to orgasm in mere minutes, despite his efforts, yet she didn't. Her strokes loosened a bit and remained slow, pulling low moans from him. It felt good, so very good, but was not enough for him to do that which she'd forbidden him to do.

When Ava's strokes got faster once more, moving deliberately along his cock, Devon's body responded immediately. His moans and gasps got louder, and he once again felt that building sensation in his belly. His entire body tensed as he tried to hold back the orgasm that his body so desperately needed. His entire body was shaking with the effort to hold back, and he finally let out a loud sigh of relief and relaxed his aching muscles when he felt Ava finally slow down. His chest was heaving as he tried to force oxygen into his seemingly starving lungs. He was doing the best he could, but he was no fool. He knew that he couldn't keep this up forever, or even much longer...

The feeling of a few more drops of lube, Ava's tighter grip, and her faster and clearly determined pace pulled Devon towards the edge once more. He felt himself getting closer once again, and just as before, he tensed every muscle in his body. His entire body shook and he whimpered once more with his pleasure.

"M-may..." Devon started, shaking his head as his quivering body impeded him. "I c-cum..." His hands into fists when he felt the building sensation reach his balls. "P-please may I cum?!" Devon all but shouted his pleading question, desperately hoping that Ava would give him permission, because there would be no stopping it this time...

 

[MsAmative]

Ava let her smile broaden as Devon's quivering grew, and she growled softly as she heard his stammering. It took her all she had to not laugh out loud when he managed to ask a second time, shouting it all the way. She debated letting him fail for just a moment, but after his two heart felt pleas he had earned it.

"Yes, you may cum" Ava whispered after learning her face mere inches away. "Cum, cum before I change my mind. ."

Ava increased her speed just slightly, ensuring he would come quickly. Ava watched Devon intently, it was so easy to get lost in the sounds he was making and when combined with his movements it was memorizing. She tore herself away from it all, quickly releasing his balls from her left hand to cup his chin.

"I want you to look at me when you cum Devon. Look at me." She stated forcefully, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Cum, cum now."

The smile across her face might have gotten larger...if that had actually been possible as she watched him orgasm. She couldn't help but be pleased with the progress they made today. She couldn't help but think it seemed such a shame to end it here as she removed her hand from his face.

Ava sighed as she reached back behind Devon to release his hands. She felt his breath hitch, but couldn't decipher if it was hesitation or because she was so close. She waited watching him intently as he calmed down, eventually releasing his cock and letting her slick and sticky hand rest against his thigh.

"I think you have earned a break for today. There should be some dinner available for you in the kitchen once you have cleaned yourself up. The rest of the night is yours to do with as you please... although I suggest you get some rest for tomorrow. You will need it." Ava remarked with a chuckle before removing the cuffs from Devon's wrist and putting all of the items away.

"Goodnight Devon." Ava said softly rubbing him softly on the shoukder ad she slowly exited the room.

 

[LucianDevine]

Even as he'd shouted his plea, Devon knew that he would fail if Ava didn't say yes. He was too far gone to stop now. When her answer came, he couldn't help but groan and gasp. His cock swelled just a bit more in her hand, a hand that increased the pace of it's stroking once more.

Devon was right on the edge of his orgasm when he felt Ava release his balls. He had no time to dwell on that detail, because before he knew it, she had his chin trapped in her hand. She jerked his chin to where she wanted and commanded him to look at her as he came. In that moment, such a demand could only be one thing, hot as all hell! His eyes opened immediately, and the moment he saw the smile on her lips, a genuine and proud smile on her face, his cock jerked in her hand and erupted with his cum. Devon forced himself to keep his eyes open as he let out a low, long, and utterly primal groan. His cock pulsed in her hand as she continued to stroke him, every upstroke being accompanied by a new gush of his hard-earned cum.

Even when his cock was spent, Devon kept his gaze on Ava. It wasn't until she sighed and released his chin that he let his eyes drift closed. He heard her sigh and felt her lean closer, and for just a moment, Devon thought he caught the smell of her arousal. By the time he had the time to process it though, she'd released his cuffs, his now-flaccid cock, and standing straight once again. He actually found himself appreciating the lingering contact of her sticky hand on his thigh. Even that was soon gone though. Ava spoke as she released him from the leather cuffs. Again, the lingering touch of her hand on his shoulder was something he appreciated. It was, just like her hand on his thigh, a small sign of endearment that she didn't have to do, but did anyway.

"Good night..." Devon said softly, letting his gaze follow Ava's movement until she was out the door, around the corner, and out of sight,. Only once she was gone did he finally force himself to stand, wincing once more from the slight pain in his ass. His legs were still a bit shaky as he walked out of the room and headed for his own room.

Devon took a nice long shower, and spent most of it just leaning against the wall letting the water pound onto his exhausted body. The events of the day were certainly starting to take their toll on him. After he finally managed to pull himself away from the wall long enough to clean himself, he turned the water off, dried himself off, and headed into his bedroom. He had enough mind to put on a pair of shorts before exiting and heading towards the kitchen. Mark was in the kitchen and had clearly just finished making dinner. He made a plate for Devon and then made one for himself and another plate for who he assumed was going to be Ava. Devon sat down at the table to eat while Mark took the other two plates and headed down the hallway. It didn't take Devon long to finish his first plate. He hadn't had anything to eat that day except for the sandwich, and he had been starving. He didn't hesitate before making himself a second plate. It took him a bit longer to finish that one, and once he was done, he rinsed off his plate and put it in the dishwasher.

After he'd eaten, Devon headed towards his room. His fatigue was starting to catch up with him again, and he was more than happy to succumb to it. He stripped off his shorts, climbed into bed, and passed out.

 

[MsAmative]

Ava walked slowly out of the playroom and into the kitchen. She knew she could find Mark there. He always seemed to know what she needed most of the time and he was good at reading situation. It made him a good business partner (so to speak) and an even better confidant. Mark making dinner, it was a good bet. The two nodded at each other silently as Ava grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Meet me in the office for dinner?" she remarked as she walked past Mark and passed into the great room and down the hall.

Ava sat in her office lost in thought while she waited for Mark to arrive. She knew walking into it that Devon would be a challenge. She really wasn't prepared for how she was going to feel about him. Sure, she had dealt with her share of challenging people, it was what she was known for. There was something about this one though that pulled at her in a way she hadn't had to deal with in quite some time.

Mark arriving with dinner was a good distraction from her thoughts. Unfortunately he also brought a reminder of an appointment tomorrow, reminding her that she also had other things to tend to. Purchasing Devon had brought her back into the spotlight, and she certainly had her pick of possibilities for the moment. After Mark left she spent the next few hours tending to messages and emails, setting up various requests and appointments for the next month. Eventually though, the events of the day got the best of her and she retreated to bed, contemplating what the day would bring.

After a fitful sleep Ava awoke to what she figured would likely be an eventful day. She had two appointments today, and she was going to have to fit a lesson in before the second appointment.. lest he embarrass them both. Ava rose from bed and padded softly to the kitchen, clad in the same t shirt and boy-short panties from the day before. It took only a moment to fix a cup of coffee and a buttered roll and walked out to the patio. She enjoyed the quiet, it was barely past six and the air was crisp with just the hit of light from the rising run. She had learned long ago to take peace in the simple moments and she was going to enjoy this one for as long as it lasted.

Eventually time ran out. Ava could hear Mark in the kitchen, and she had to admit it was time to really start her day. Ava walked in to the kitchen to fix herself another cup of coffee. "Can you drop some breakfast in with Devon and ask him to meet me in my office when he is finished?" she requested as she passed through and retreated to her office. Ava figured she had enough time to sort through some of the auction catalogs and see if there were any she might even end up interested in.

Ava was deep in thought when Devon appeared in the open hall door of her office and she had to chuckle at herself for jumping at his knock. "Did you sleep well? Anything you would like to discuss this morning?"

 

[LucianDevine]

Day Four

Devon's night was joyfully restful. He'd been completely and utterly exhausted before he fell asleep, and because of that, he'd slept like a rock through the night. He was eventually woken up by Mark, but he couldn't really complain all that much. Similarly speaking, it was hard to argue with a breakfast that was ready and waiting for you when you woke up in the morning. It was a simple breakfast of toast, eggs, and a glass of milk, but it was more than enough to get him up and moving.

Like he always seemed to do in Ava's home, Devon took his time with his shower. He had always been one to enjoy a long morning shower, and now was no exception. Once he'd stepped out of the shower and put on a simple pair of shorts and a t-shirt, which was still a little too small for him, Devon followed Mark's or rather Ava's instructions and exited his room. He padded quietly down the hall to where Ava's door stood open. He could see her sitting at her desk working on her computer.

Only when he was certain that Ava wasn't ignoring him, but rather was too focused on the task at hand did Devon finally lift his hand to knock on the door. He saw Ava jump a little at the sound of his knock, and he chuckled along with her before finally speaking.

"Sorry about that." Devon said with a small smile. "I slept like a rock as it were."

After the initial greetings, Devon paused to consider Ava's question. "Not really actually. A lot happened yesterday, and I am still trying to process all of it."

 

[MsAmative]

Ava listened intently as Devon spoke. She was somewhat surprised that he had no real comments or questions. While she couldn't be completely sure it felt like the first time he didn't seem to question or doubt her.

"If you have no questions.. then I suppose we shall get started this morning. Today will likely be a little less exciting.." Ava said with a wink. "Today we will focus more on the act of service, and the protocol and manners that will be expected of you. Lets move into the next room where there is a touch more space."

"Come" Ava commanded as she walked through the opposite doorway and into her bedroom. She stopped about midway. "There are two things I want you to retrieve before we begin. " Ava paused "Inside the door chest you will find several padded cushions and a crop hanging on the inside of the door...along with a few other things. Bring the cushion and the crop here to me. "

Ava perched herself at the edge of the loveseat that flanked the bed. "Place the cushion on the floor in front of me and kneel." She waited patiently expecting him to at least hesitate.

"Like it are not, you must learn how to behave as a slave. I have not put any harsh rules or regulations on you until now, and I have allowed you to communicate with me freely as long as you do so with respect. I will keep things that way, and you may face a similar situation with another owner. Publicly you will be expected to behave as expected, to adhere to what will be your new social norm. This is important. How you act in front of others reflects me as well as you. You are the first purchase I have made in some time, there will be many watching you. How you behave or misbehave can and will affect your value and who you may end up with. Do you understand?" Ava paused, waiting for her words and the consequences sink in before continuing.

"First, do not speak unless you are spoken to. Never look anyone in the eye unless requested. Keeping your eyes downcast will greatly limit potential issues. While in public or in front of others you will take your place on the floor and kneel. Sometimes you may be blessed with something to kneel on, sometimes you may not. Those are what we will focus on today."

Ava stood, taking a half step towards Devon with the crop in her hand. His discomfort was apparent, "I have no intention of striking you with it at this time, it just helps me work on your form." Ave circled slowly around Devon, stepping off to the side after walking several full circles. "Shoulders back, head down slightly. This is the position you will fall back on. For our purposes we shall call this at rest. Our second is more for passive display, so we shall call it display. I want you to place your hands behind your head and place your knees apart." Ava circled around once again, stopping directly in front of him. She tapped gently on the inside of each of Devon's well muscled thighs. "Wider..." Ava nodded "...much better."

"Yesterday we focused more on a sexual type of service, today we focus on service itself. First task is an easy one. Draw me a bath, you will find some bath salts on the side of the tub. You will also find towels in the closet. I suggest you bring your cushion with you. Call me when the bath is ready... "

 

[LucianDevine]

Devon found himself genuinely grateful for the small joke that Ava left off with. He didn't know what was coming, and it definitely helped to lighten the mood. He turned to follow Ava as she headed towards her bedroom, but was stopped half-way there by her request. He didn't verbally respond, but he did nod to let her know that he had heard what she'd said, and he turned around and headed towards the door chest.

The crop was one of the few tools that Ava owned that Devon could recognize. When he opened the door chest he saw both of his targets right away. It was impossible not to notice the other devices hanging on the inside of the door though... There were a couple of wooden paddles, and along side them were a couple floggers. He did his best not to think about those other things as he grabbed a cushion and the crop.

When Devon turned back around, Ava was perched on the edge of the loveseat. He heard her words, and though his grip tightened on the two things he held, he didn't actually stop walking. His pace certainly slowed a touch though. Even when he finally stood before Ava and handed her the crop, he found himself hesitating. His bottom lip found it's way between his teeth as he set the cushion down where she indicated. The act of kneeling itself took a whole new level of effort. It was not a position that Devon was used to, not in this context anyway... Eventually though, slow as he might have done so, Devon did eventually find himself kneeling on the cushion in front of Ava.

Devon listened to Ava speak, but still found it impossible not to flinch when he heard the words slave. Similarly, he tensed up noticeably when she mentioned how his behavior would effect his value. It still didn't sit right with him that he could be bought and sold like a pet or piece of furniture. He swallowed hard, but remained where he was. "Yes, I understand."

Ava's next words were far harder for Devon to stomach. Everything she said was against every bit of his personality... He watched as Ava took a step forward. His eyes subconsciously dropped to look at the crop she held, naturally fearing the worst. Her comment about it's purpose for today did put his mind at ease, a little anyway.

When Ava circled him several times, Devon found it hard to not equate himself to an animal at a show or auction. He did know though, that this wasn't far from the truth, but he didn't have to like it. The resting position that she described was easy enough. The display position however, felt awkward to say the least. It just didn't feel natural for him to be on his knees, have them spread to the point that she wanted. That didn't even account for how weird it felt for him to have his hands behind his head at the same time. Despite all of his misgiving about his current circumstances though, Devon did do as Ava instructed, and when he was "displayed" in the way that she wanted, he did his best to memorize that position. It would likely never feel natural for him, but he knew that it would still be expected of him...

Devon all but jumped to his feet after Ava gave him his next instruction. He still took a little longer to walk to the bathroom that one might expect, but he was certainly in no hurry to be back on his knees, even if it was likely to be in the resting position. All of the things that Ava had described were exactly as she'd described them. He looked over the selection of bath salts, giving it some actual thought before deciding to go with the lavender bath salts. The temperature of the bath water was the next obstacle. He knew that he preferred a hotter temperature than most when he showered and bathed. He ended up going all the way up to where he would want it, and then going down just a bit. Once the temperature was chosen, the only thing left to do was wait for the tub to fill. He set the cushion beside the tub as he waited, and when it was finally ready, he turned off the water, and headed back towards the door.

"Your bath is ready...ma'am."

 

[MsAmative]

After watching Devon practically jump up at the earliest opportunity she could tell he was uncomfortable. As she watched him walk through the room and disappear into bathroom she couldn't ignore the pang in her heart. It was a struggle though, was it pity or something else?

Ava leaned on the edge of the loveseat, waiting somewhat patiently. She knew he was likely going to take his time.. but at some point she was going to have to rush him along if he kept at this pace. Ava was lost in that thought when Devon finally remarked that he was ready, and she had to suppress a chuckle as she walked when he finally added the ma'am at the very end - hesitant or not it was progress.

It only took her a moment to reach the doorway and walk past Devon into the room, she stopped near the side of the deep tub to test the water. She figured he was smart enough to not make it too cold, but scalding herself wasn't a very great option. Once she felt certain the temperature was reasonable she stood, reaching up to ruffle Devon's hair.

"Good job, why don't you undress me so we can continue?" Ava remarked as she waited for him to respond. It only took him a few moments to comply and she was pleased that he was able to stay professional so to speak. At least for now.

Ava settled into the hot water, sighing at the luxurious heat and closing her eyes. "At rest position Devon, next to the tub facing the door" Ava said softly. She waited a long moment before opening her eyes, and thankfully he did not disappoint. She let herself languish for a while, but eventually she had to succumb to reality as the water cooled around her. She reached over to the far side of the tub, grabbing the bottle of shampoo. "Wash my hair" Ava remarked as she opened her eyes and dangled the bottle over the lip of the tub.

 

[LucianDevine]

Devon felt a little anxious as he watched Ava test the water, and his anxiousness felt strange, as equally strange as the small sense of pride he felt when she ruffled his hair and praised him. Where he might have tried to hide his sense of pride at her praise, Devon did not try to hide the smile that came to his face when Ava "asked" him to undress her.

Despite how excited he was about his next task, Devon did remember Ava's earlier comment about how today would be a little less exciting. Even with that in mind though, he couldn't resist the urge to lift his hands to her shoulders. He let his hands slide down from her shoulders, sliding down the curves of her body with a gentle touch, just enough to tantalize, but not enough to truly arouse her or try to push her towards anything sexual. When his hands reached the bottom of her t-shirt, he gripped it loosely and slid it up her body. He once again kept the contact between his hands and her skin light. When Ava lifted her hands over her head, Devon finished the task, pulling the shirt the rest of the way off of her and tossing it back and to the side.

With her shirt gone, it was literally impossible for Devon to not be at least a little aroused at the sight of Ava's half-naked body. His fingers twitched a little as he lowered himself to his knees once more. Only once he was sure that he had complete control over himself did Devon dare to move his hands. He moved them first to her ankles, and with the same light touch that he'd used on her arms, he slid his hands slowly up her legs. It was harder this time to resist the urge to push things from sensual into sexual, especially when he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her shorts. Devon took a slow steadying breath before he took the next step and eased those shorts down past her ass and down her legs. He lifted one arm to her hip, supporting her, should she need it, as she stepped out of them.

The smile returned to Devon's face as he watched Ava sink down into the hot water. Even now though, Ava seemed to keep her eye on the target, because the second she was fully reclined in the water with her eyes closed, she voiced her command. With Ava's eyes closed, and the knowledge that he wasn't being actively observed, Devon found it easier to comply. He did as she bade, lowering without hesitation to his knees. He kept his back straight, squared his shoulders, and even bowed his head a little, letting his gaze settle on the floor a few feet in front of him.

It was hard for Devon to not at least squirm while Ava soaked in the tub. His fingers did twitch a little once more, but he managed to keep the rest of himself still in the resting position. Ava's next command brought Devon's head up. He turned towards her and saw the bottle of shampoo that was dangling loosely in her hand.

Though it would have been so easy and justifiable for him to hesitate, Devon didn't. He lifted his hand and took the bottle from her. He slid himself slowly around the tub, moving until he was behind her. he set the bottle down for but a few brief moments, enough time for him to wet his hands. He then picked it up and poured a generous portion of into his palm. When his hands lifted to her head, he took but a moment to splay his palm over her head before shifting to his fingers. His head tilted a little to the side as he spread the shampoo over every bit of her hair. Only then did he start to apply any true pressure with his fingers. He gently massaged her scalp as he thoroughly worked the shampoo into her hair. Even when he was long since satisfied with his work, he let his fingers linger, because he was rather enjoying the soft sighs that slipped from her lips.

 

[MsAmative]

Ava watched Devon rise from his cushion on the floor. She had appreciated the slight excitement in his face earlier as she watched him slowly undress her, and watching him rise without hesitation made her proud of his progress.

Once underway it was hard not to enjoy Devon's attentions. He took so much care while working inthe shampoo through the wet strands, making sure he did a thorough job. When he started massaging her scalp with his fingers she struggled with her own enjoyment, unsure if she should let him continue or if she should even let him know he was succeeding. In the end, she lost. The soft mummers and sighs slipped past her lips and her defenses. After what seemed like forever she had to ask him to stop. The cooling water signalling once again that as much as she would love to linger all day like this with Devon... she could not.

Ava stretched out her foot to the other side of the tub, flipping the switch on the drain so it would release. "Good boy" Ava murmured with her eyes still shut. 'Why don't you use the hand shower and rinse my hair." It only took a short moment for Devon to adjust the water temp and return his attention back to her hair and scalp. This time, it took effort to not ask him to stop when he was all done.

Ava grabbed the bath pouf off the far side of the tub where it was out of reach for Devon. "Think you can handle the rest of the task?" Ava asked jokingly as she dunked the pouf under the slowly draining water. She paused to add some body wash to the front and lathered it up before she handed it over to Devon. "Remember, this is supposed to be platonic. No lingering touches or sexual advances..."

In the end though, it seemed like a silly comment. Even if he obeyed she was still going to enjoy it. The only question would really be how much of that would she manage to hide. If her hair was any indication... she was not going to fare well. It had been her plan to keep things less personal today. She wanted him to understand what it was to provide simply service. For whatever reason she was having such a hard time separating the two. Despite her best efforts it seemed like she was going to end up sexually frustrated by the end of the bath. By the end of her first appointment this was likely to be unbearable. Clearly something in her plans today was going to have to change. Ava was not going to make it till tomorrow without using.. somebody.

 

[LucianDevine]

Though he was reluctant to stop massaging her scalp, Devon did listen to Ava when she asked him to stop. He rinsed his hands in the tub beside her as he watched her extend one of her slender and toned legs far enough to flip the switch for the tub.

When Ava spoke the two word phrase that she seemed to favor when he did something right, Devon found that for the first time, he didn't hate the sound of it. He now recognized that it wasn't meant as an insult or to belittle him like he originally thought the first couple of times that he heard it.

At Ava's next request, Devon once again didn't hesitate. He extended one arm far enough for him to grab the hand shower. He turned the water on and adjusted the temperature until it was at a reasonable temperature, not nearly as hot as he'd made the bath water, but far from cold. He let his attentions and touches linger as he went about the task of rinsing her hair. He couldn't resist the urge to massage her scalp with the hand that he also used to rinse the shampoo with. Just as had happened with him washing her hair, Devon's hands continued to massage her scalp until she told him to stop.

Devon swallowed hard after he heard what his next task was going to be. It wouldn't have been so bad if not for the extra stipulation that she added on at the end. He suspected that it was something she felt she had to say, because of the way he'd let his hands linger on her body as he undressed her.

"Yes Ma'am." Devon said softly as he took the pouf.

The only hesitation Devon showed came before he lowered the pouf to her skin that first time. It was one thing to agree to her stipulation, and it was quite another to actually abide by it. Once the pouf touched her skin though, his hand remained in continual motion. He started at her shoulder, giving the pouf a small squeeze, just enough to have some suds cascade down her body. Then, with as much pressure as he dared, he scrubbed her shoulder and the side of her neck. When the first sigh slipped from Ava's lips, Devon knew he had the pressure at the right level and held himself to it. His other hand extended to take her hand and lift her arm. He ran the pouf up the full length of her arm, scrubbing with a back and forth motion to ensure that he got every bit of her without lingering on any particular spot. He ended that part of his task by letting the pouf dangle from it's string from one finger as he used his soapy hands to scrub her hand and fingers clean.

Once he was done with Ava's arm, he lowered it into the water and moved the pouf back to her shoulder. His hand shook a little as he slid it across her breastbone and eventually between her breasts. It dipped down to her stomach, just above the slowly draining water before rising once more. His hand twisted just enough to allow him to slowly scrub the underside of her breast. After a couple of back and forth motions, he scrubbed his way around her breast to the top and used a back and forth motion to scrub the rest of her breast. His breathing quickened a bit as he watched her nipple harden beneath his scrubbing hand. He forced his hand to remain steady though, and quickly, maybe too quickly, finished her breast and lifted the pouf to her neck. He let his touch lighten a little as he scrubbed her neck. Once he was finished with her neck, he added more body wash to the pouf before repeating the motion that he'd used on her other arm, hand, and breast.

With what was likely to be the second hardest part behind him, Devon placed one hand on the top of Ava's back and added just enough pressure for her to understand that he wanted her to lean forward. When she did, he kept one hand there as he used the other to wash her back. He slowly added more pressure with the hand that was pushing her forward, ensuring that he didn't push too hard or fast and cause her to strain her back.

With all of Ava's upper body clean, Devon hesitated, torn on how to proceed. As Ava started to lean back though, he figured out the best course of action.

"Would you be so kind as to stand Ma'am, so that I can wash your legs?"

Devon settled back into his resting position as he watched Ava rise to her feet. He swallowed hard, his fingers twitching again. This was certainly going to be the hardest part...

"One foot up if you please Ma'am?" Devon inquired softly as he leaned forward once more. Ava obliged him once more. She lifted her foot and braced it on a small ledge on the inside of the deep tub. Devon used the same motion on her foot and leg that he'd used on her arm and hand. His soapy hands tended to her toes, and he used the pouf on her calf and thigh. His other hand mimicked the motion of the pouf, his thumbs pressing and massaging as he worked his way up her leg. He stopped after he finished her thigh. He leaned back as he watched her put that foot down and lift the other.

Once he'd finished with both her legs, there was really only one area left to tend to. Devon sighed softly in resignation as he pushed himself up to a high kneeling position. He braced one hand on her hip as he moved the pouf up the inside of her thigh. He noted that Ava shifted a little, spreading her legs far enough to give him the room he needed. He scrubbed her inner thighs, climbing higher up until he had to rotate his hand and run the pouf over her pussy. His pressure lightened up as he tended to that sensitive part of her. He slowly scrubbed back and forth, trying to be as thorough as possible without lingering...a combination that was difficult to say the least. Once he was finally satisfied with his work he shifted his pouf to his other hand and repeated his motion on her ass.

Devon found himself quite happy to stand, almost eager just then, to get the slightest bit of a break from his task and the effect it was having on him. His cock was achingly hard and straining against the material of his shorts. He also found that he was strangely breathless. He must have been holding his breath without even knowing it at the time? His break was a brief one at best though, because it lasted only as long as it took for him to grab the hand shower, turn it on, and adjust the temperature. Then he was right back at it, using one hand to guide the spray and the other to help wash the suds from her body.

With his appointed task complete, Devon realized that there was one part that she hadn't mentioned. He was briefly torn on whether to bring it up or just do it... In the end, Devon made up his mind and turned away from her. He walked to the closet and pulled out two towels. "For your hair." He said softly, extending one towards her. As she took it and tended to her hair, Devon took the other in both hands and, using as little pressure as was necessary, dried every inch of her from the neck on down.

Once he was satisfied with his work, Devon went one step farther. It still felt awkward and weird to do, but he slowly lowered himself to his knees. He settled into his resting position, complete with head slightly bowed and spoke softly once more. "Done Ma'am..."

 

[MsAmative]

Ava opened her eyes and turned her gaze towards Devon after she heard his soft reply. For a moment she had to ponder, did he really just say that? Without being prompted? She knew he was struggling, his lingering touches while undressing her had been evidence of that. It was hard for her to really feel sorry, it would be a lesson in self restraint he would have to learn. Granted, no woman ever really minds being desired, but there are only certain times where that could be expressed safely.

When Devon finally brought the pouf to her skin she was taken aback. Usually they picked something easier, less tantalizing at first. In that moment she found herself torn, did she want him to succeed or fail? She let herself get lost in the moment again, letting the soft sighs pass through her lips as Devon trailed down over her shoulder and arm. She smiled, watching him soap up his fingers and pay special attention to her hands. He was certainly not giving Ava any room to doubt his dedication so far.

Ava held her breath for a slight moment after he was done with her left hand. Devon was acting so deliberately that she couldn't really guess his next move. When Devon returned and ran the pouf along her breastbone she was forced to sigh, not only from the breath she was holding but for easing some of the tension she knew they were both dealing with. When he finished her left side and moved on to her right she was almost sad, but in the end she left herself get lost in the sensations once again. By the time that Devon reached her back Ava was no longer contemplating anything, other than enjoying the sensations and the subtle heat from the slowly retreating water. When Devon finally stopped and softly requested that she stand, she was forced to shake loose some of the fog that had gathered within her head. She stood up wordlessly, placing her foot a bit up in the tub, hoping to give him some easier access. It look effort this time to not get lost in the motions. Devon's efforts to relax the muscles in her legs were a lovely after thought, and it would have been so easy to loose track of herself. Once he had finished both legs she fought the urge to look at him questioningly. Once he started to move the poof gently up the side of her inner thigh she couldn't help but smile. She was happy to see if he was brave enough, and unconsciously she found herself spreading her legs far enough to give her access.

When his job was finally complete and Devon stood she was a bit surprised at his breathlessness. Of course her brief glance at the full erection hidden slightly by his shorts wasn't a surprise at all, but she was pleased to see it nonetheless. She was pleased to see that he stayed on task, turning on the hand shower and rinsing her without any prompting needed. She stepped out of the tub and stood patiently as he retrieved towels from the closet across the room. It was hard to fault him for not drying her hair himself, allowing her to do it or leaving her to ask was a safe and understandable option. Considering the attention he then paid to drying her body.. it became easy to overlook. Ava turned slightly as Devon stopped, curious to see what he would do next. His next action was something she wouldn't have guessed. She watched him slowly kneel beside her, with no request and little to no hesitation. She couldn't help but be proud of him in that moment. Ava squatted slightly bringing the two more face to face before cupping his jaw to bring his eyes towards her "Good job Devon, very good job." She said softly before releasing him. She ruffled his hair once more as she rose and padded over to the vanity across the room.

As Ava sat down at the vanity she pointed briefly toward the empty space at her right side she remarked "Come sit here."

She watched him rise and walk towards her out of the corner of her eye as she contemplated the rest of the morning. Her first appointment was not the most exciting when it came down to it... and sadly required the most preparation in a lot of ways. Her first client was not necessarily unique, there were many men out there who would love to pay for the chance to submit to her. Sure, there was some fun to it, and she got to do a lot of things she loved to do. It was not the same though, as in all business transactions it was the clients satisfaction that mattered at the end, not hers. She certainly enjoyed them enough.. but it was not the same as playing with someone who was focused on her satisfaction instead of their own. It also meant more attention to her appearance than she cared to do most days. She couldn't help but chuckle to herself a bit.. this was Devon's fourth day here (she thinks?) and she cannot quite remember if she had even worn make up in his presence once since then.

Ava opened up the bottom left hand drawer, pulling out various hair products from within and applying them to her hair. "Why don't you take a couple foot lengths back position wise. I don't think we need to make eating my hair a requirement this morning." Ava remarked jokingly as she pulled the hair dryer out from its place within the drawer. As she continued she couldn't help but steal glances at him through the mirror. She had wondered is she might catch his eyes at some point, but they seemed firmly planted on the ground as she finished blowing her hair and applying her make up.

Ava stood, looking at herself critically as she did a slow turn in front of the mirror. When she finally decided she was satisfied with the effort she stopped momentarily to grab a bottle of lotion off the counter. It took only a few moments to slather it across her arms and torso. She debated spending a long moment applying it liberally across her ample chest... but since she had yet to see Devon look up.. it seemed as though it would be a lost moment, only exciting her further.

"Why don't you finish my back Devon" Ava remarked as she perched once again on the stool.

 

[LucianDevine]

It was hard for Devon to not feel at least anxious as he knelt beside Ava. His heart was still racing from what he'd done. He had still been touching a beautiful woman in a very intimate way, regardless of how professional or platonic he'd been trying to be. His thoughts were interrupted when he saw Ava turn towards him and squatted down. His gaze was still more or less on the ground when he felt her hand grip his chin. He didn't fight the pressure of her hand, and let her turn his face until their eyes met once more.

The words of praise that came next made Devon blush. Despite that though, he kept his gaze locked with hers, even as she rose to a standing position once more. He saw her hand coming towards him, but remained still. The feel of her hand gently ruffling his hair had his eyes closing for the briefest of moments. He didn't truly know what it was about the seemingly small gestures of endearment that Ava occasionally presented to him, but they effected him far more than he ever would have expected, especially given their circumstances.

Devon's eyes opened when Ava's hand lifted from his hair, and he watched her slowly cross the room to the vanity. He watched her sit down, and when she spoke and gestured towards the floor on her right side, he rose slowly to his feet and moved towards her. He walked past her and actually felt the desire to let his hand or arm "accidentally" brush against her bare shoulder. He forced himself to resist that temptation though, and finished walking to the spot that she'd indicated and lowered himself to his knees once more. Once there, he found himself briefly torn on whether he was supposed to keep his head bowed like before.

In the end, Devon decided that it was better to ere on the side of caution. He kept his head bowed until she spoke. It was impossible not to chuckle along with her when she spoke about him eating her hair. The smile was still on his face as he did as she said and shifted backwards a few feet.

The sound of the hair dryer seemed almost deafening after the relative silence that had enveloped the room. Whether or not he was aware of it, Devon's posture slipped a bit as he knelt there. The irresistible urge to steal glances at Ava kept pulling his gaze up just far enough for a brief glimpse of her, be it her back or her reflection in the mirror. These brief glimpses did little to curb his desires though. Maybe it was the intimate moments the pair had shared here in the bathroom, or maybe it was the knowledge that he would likely only be able to look today, not touch, not in the way that he wanted anyway. Whatever the reason though, Devon found himself desiring Ava more and more with every passing moment.

Devon was lost in his own head when he heard Ava speak once more. His eyes briefly closed once more, and he swallowed hard before he rose slowly to his feet once more. His lowered gaze let him see just how much his morale debate was effecting him. Despite the time that Ava was taking to get ready, his cock was still hard as a rock, bulging out noticeably from within the confines of his shorts.

It took only a few steps for Devon to close the distance between his position and where Ava sat. His hand shook a bit as he lifted it to take the bottle of lotion from Ava's hand, and try as he might, it was impossible for him to take it from her without feeling the briefest bit of contact between her steady hand and his shaky one. Even after he took the bottle from her though, things didn't get easier. He tried to steel himself as he poured some lotion into his palm. Once he had enough, he set the bottle down and brought his hands together, taking a few moments to warm the cool lotion before moving his hands towards her shoulders. His hands were shaking so bad that Devon actually had to pause and close his eyes for the briefest of moments. He tried to focus every part of himself on the task at hand.

The first touch of his palms on Ava's skin brought Devon's eyes open once more. He exhaled sharply at that first contact and found himself breathless once more as he forced his hands, which seemed to not want to cooperate, to finally move. Once he finally got his head in the "game" and got his hands to move, Devon let his eyes glaze over. The motions of his hands was both slow and deliberate, starting on either side of her neck, moving towards her shoulders and back again. He then lowered himself to his knees behind her, letting his hands slide down either side of her spine. His hands shifted a bit as they reached the bottom of her back, spreading to briefly touch upon each of her hips before sliding up her back once more. From there, it was full, long, and soft strokes of his hands up and down the full length of her back.

Devon exhaled slowly when he was finally done, and let one of his hands fall to his side as he lifted the other to hand the bottle of lotion back to Ava. "Done Ma'am." Devon said softly.

 

[MsAmative]

Ava watched Devon rise from his position on the floor. She couldn't help but feel as though there was some hesitance in the air, but he did not give her any particular reason to think that. When he finally reached her she thought for just a moment that she could fell his hand shake. She watched him intently in the mirror, hoping to find something that would give away what was going on in that mind of his. If only slaves had closed caption she pondered. Ava was pleased as she watched him make an attempt to warm the lotion in his hands. It was something often overlooked. Forgetting to do so could change the experience immensely, and she couldn't help but be a little proud. She watched him close his eyes briefly, opening them just as he brought his slick palms to the flat of her back. She watched him exhale as their skin met and she had to stifle a chuckle. Who would have thought that the stubborn feisty man she met only a few days ago was capable of this? As he slowly stroked her back she couldn't help but get lost in the idea of what the future for Devon could hold...

When Devon stopped Ava couldn't help but release a sigh of her own. It took her a long moment to stand, trailing her hand absentmindedly along his right arm as she passed by him and back into her bedroom. "Come, kneel in front of the bed" Ava remarked as she crossed through the bedroom and into the master closet. It took her a moment to flip through her closet and decide what to wear. She hate being forced into the stereotypical leather or latex, and thankfully this wasn't something her clients generally requested. After grabbing a set of unlined black lace panties and shelf bra out of a drawer Ava shrugged into a sleeveless navy blue wrap dress. It showed just enough to make the idea of unwrapping a thrilling prospect but not enough to give away everything just yet.

Ava walked back out to the bedroom carrying a pair of simple knee high leather boots. She paused in front of the bed, perching on the edge loveseat again. She let the boots fall gently to the ground "help me put them on Devon" Ava requested, holding out her left foot in response.

With the task completed, Ava rose and walked towards the door chest along the wall. She pulled a lime green and black leather collar out of the drawer, dangling it in her hand as she strode back towards Devon. "We talked earlier about how appearance and how your actions have meaning and repercussions. I know that you will not like this - but this strip of fabric bearing my colors has meaning and importance. It also protects you and signifies that you are mine. You will wear this in public and during social gatherings. I will have you wear this today so that you can get used to what will be expected of you."

Ava walked around Devon, slowly drawing the strip of supple leather around his neck and buckling it somewhat loosely under his hair line. "I suggest you try to look past the negative feelings you have towards this. I know that will not be easy, but while you may not be able to understand it now.... there are others who will be envious of this." Ava walked towards the door, not waiting to see if Devon would follow. "Come Devon, and leave your shorts here" Ava beckoned.

Once she reached the great room Ava took a seat of the sofa. "Come, kneel in the resting position here at my feet while we wait for my appointment to arrive" Ava remarked in a tone that left no room for response. They sat in silence for a few moments before Mark arrived, Ava could tell he was a bit puzzled to see Devon kneeling beside her. She did not normally bring another person into a session with a paying client, but she knew this one wouldn't mind. Ava could tell that Mark had a question on his mind, but the doorbell saved them both from what was likely to be an unusual conversation.

It only took a moment for the stranger to cross the threshold and enter the great room, where he stopped a few feet in front of Ava.

"You bought someone?" the stranger asked with an excited voice.

Ava chuckled openly "Yes Greg, I have. Why don't you tell him why you are here?"

"Well, I would think its obvious no? I pay for the privilege to submit to you" Greg paused "and your desires. Often your painful desires. It pleases me to please you and do as you demand." Greg said with pride.

"Go prepare yourself in the playroom as usual. I will join you in a moment" Ava stated. She waited a few minutes, gently petting Devon's hair as she did so. She knew he wasn't likely to enjoy it very much given the last half hour or so, but she appreciated the outlet for her own nervous energy. "Follow me, you will kneel in the corner of the room, and you will keep your back to the wall I hope that you use this time to consider what your life could be.... and where you want it to go." Ava stated simply as she stood and walked towards the playroom. She stopped just inside the doorway, waiting and watching as Devon did as he was told.

 

[LucianDevine]

A soft but content sigh slipped from Devon's lips when he felt Ava's hand trail across the full length of his arm as she walked past him back into the bedroom. He didn't reply to her command though, but he did follow her as far as the bed before lowering himself to his knees as she bade. His gaze continued to follow her though, watching as she walked into the giant walk-in closet. It was hard not to stare as she walked first this way, then that, picking out what she wanted to wear. It almost seemed like a shame for her to cover such a beautiful body, but at least she wore something that was both enticing and flattering.

Devon had a feeling that he knew what was coming when he watched Ava walk out with the pair of boots in her hands. His suspicion was soon confirmed when she let the boots fall to the floor beside him and speak. The fact that she also propped her foot up on the loveseat also left little room for him to question whether or not she was serious. He picked up one boot with his hand and shifted close enough to her so that he could brace one hand on her calf as he eased her foot into the boot. It was tight enough for him to need to use a bit of force, gripping her calf tightly for leverage as he pushed. He let up on the pressure the second her foot slipped all the way in, and he took a few seconds to massage her calf, in case he'd gripped her with more pressure than he'd intended.

The second Devon eased her other foot into the other boot, Ava was turning and heading towards the dresser. He saw what she removed from it, not that she made any effort to hide it. The collar was dangling loosely in her hand as she walked back towards him. Devon nervously licked his lips, but made no attempt to get up or flee.

It was hard for Devon to full concentrate on Ava's words, being as his gaze was locked firmly on the collar in her hand. He did catch the gist of it though, particularly when she mentioned that he would not like it. Something about that particular phrase, or rather her acknowledgement of how she knew he would feel helped to ease his discomfort a little. He didn't bulk or try to stop her from securing the collar around his neck, but there could be no question that he felt awkward to say the very least.

When Ava beckoned him to follow, without his shorts, Ava once more left little room for him to question her. She was already walking out of the room, leaving him little choice but to slowly slip out of his shorts and follow her towards the living room.

Soon enough, Devon found himself kneeling on the floor beside Ava as she sat on the couch. Despite his feelings about the collar, and the knowledge that he was going to be naked for the full duration of whatever appointment Ava had scheduled, Devon still found himself wishing that she would at least run her hand through his hair. He fidgeted noticeably, but made no move to rise from his knees, even when Mark arrived and saw them in that position. It was clear, even to Devon, that Mark wanted to ask a question, but before he got the chance, the doorbell rang, and he went to answer it.

"You bought someone?" Devon's head was lowered, preventing him from seeing the man that entered the living room, but the surprise in his voice said enough about how "special" he was to have been bought by Ava.

The conversation that Ava and Greg exchanged was a short one, but Ava's leading question, as well as his answer made it all too clear what the man was here for, and similarly, what Ava wanted Devon to hear and understand. It still seemed weird to him that somebody would actually pay to be subjected to the control of another, especially with the knowledge and...desire...that she would hurt him. The obvious pride in the man's voice as he spoke was an equally perplexing mystery to Devon. How could somebody not only crave such things, but also feel such pride in admitting it?

Ava's voice cut into Devon's thoughts, even though she wasn't speaking to him. Devon's gaze was still lowered as the man left the room, and he found himself growing anxious with every passing moment, even with Ava's hand finally stroking his hair. He wanted this situation to be over as soon as possible. Ava's next commands told Devon that he would not be getting away anytime soon. He swallowed hard and hesitated for several long seconds before finally rising to his feet and moving to follow Ava.

Upon entering the room, it was impossible to not notice Greg. He was naked and kneeling in the center of the room. Furthermore, he was in what Ava had named the display position. His knees were spread wide, fully exposing his erect cock. The second he saw it, Devon turned away, desperately wishing he could erase that sight from his memory. Despite the fact that Ava had stopped in the doorway, Devon had no choice but to press on. He delayed the experience as long as he could, walking to the corner of the room that was farthest from the door before finally turning around and lowering himself to his knees. He closed his eyes and took a long and deep breath. When he was as ready as he was going to get, Devon opened his eyes and focused his gaze on Greg.

 

[MsAmative]

Ava leaned against the doorway for a long moment, staring at Devon who was clearly staring at Greg. Technically Devon wasn't doing anything wrong.. Her only real instruction was to kneel. She didn't state a particular position, so his gaze wasn't uncalled for but it certainly was curious.

After a few minutes Ava had to resign to the passing of time, closing the door and crossing the room to the dresser on the far wall. She stopped only momentarily to grab a few of the contents within, stopping for just a moment to ruffle Devon's hair before strolling to the middle of the room. She circled Greg slowly several times, debating on what to do. In the end it was just a few short moments before Greg found himself tied to the table in a similar fashion as Devon. Unlike Devon's experience yesterday Ava had little concern for Greg's comfort, which was just the way he liked it. After a few swats of her hands his ass was a beautiful shade of red, and Greg's squirming gave away exactly how he felt about it. She stopped momentarily to rub away some of the redness, enjoying his whimpering in the process. She grabbed a cane off the wall, and ran the edge slowly up the inside of his leg... just in case he thought he was getting off easy today. His loud moan left no room for questions on what he thought of the latest chapter. When she was done, Greg's back and legs featured fine welts that ran down the meat of his ass to his thighs.

Ava paused to place the used cane atop the dresser and grabbed a tube of arnica cream from within. As she gently rubbed the thick cream into Greg's ass and thighs Ava let her other hand wander along his balls and cock. It was only a few short minutes before Greg was whimpering and writhing once again. Sadly that was short lived, as Greg came quickly, his whimpering turning into panting as he caught his breath and began to come down from his high.

Once Greg was released and excused to the attached bathroom Ava let her attention wander back to Devon. At this point he seemed to be in the same position she had left him in, but in the end it was hard t be sure. Ava had ignored him for the past hour and a half, would she really have noticed? Now that Greg was out of sight his eyes and face were turned away from her, making him almost impossible to read... except for a slight flushing in his cheeks, and of course the prominent erection.

"So Devon..." Ava started as she walked slowly towards him. "What did your mind think of the session?" Ava thought briefly about commenting on Devon's erection, but chose instead to extend a booted foot to rub against the inside of his thigh, letting him know that she was well aware of what his body had thought of it.

 

[LucianDevine]

Devon wasn't exactly sure why, but as he knelt there staring at Greg while Ava watched them from the doorway, he found himself feeling anxious. He knew that he wanted to get this over with, but it was hard not to wonder if there was more to his anxiety than that...

There was no way for Devon to tell how much time had passed before Ava finally entered the room proper, closed the door, and headed towards the dresser along the wall. Though his gaze was still on Greg for the most part, Devon did turn his gaze towards Ava when he saw her walking towards him. He bowed his head as she approached, and let his eyes slip briefly closed when she ruffled his hair.

Devon's eyes opened, and his gaze lifted when Ava turned from him and strolled towards Greg's kneeling form. He watched her circle Greg several times, almost as though she were a predator stalking her prey. Before long, Devon saw Ava tie Greg to the table in the exact same fashion that she'd secured him to it the day before. He did notice though, that the bonds were far tighter than they had been when he'd been in Greg's position.

As Devon watched, Ava continued to mimic their session from the day before by starting out with a spanking using just her hands. There was once again a difference between this time and the time before though, and in this case it was a lack of the gentleness that she'd used between the spanks she'd used on him. With Greg, the swats came hard and fast, not stopping until his ass was noticeably red, even from Devon's vantage point. Even if Devon hadn't been able to notice the way Greg was squirming through the entirety of the spanking, the whimpers that came when Ava rubbed his ass afterwards were impossible not to notice.

The next difference between this session and the previous one came when Ava didn't release Greg from his bonds. She instead walked towards the wall that had all the toys hanging from it. She removed a cane from it's hook and walked back towards Greg with a definite purpose in her stride. As Ava ran the cane up the inside of Greg's thigh, it was a signal to both himself and Greg what was coming next. Even with the way he'd watched the scene progress, Devon was still far from prepared for what came next. It wasn't the caning itself that surprised Devon, but rather Greg's response to it. Nowhere throughout the entire time did his erection flag. It was actually quite the opposite. The more pain Ava inflicted on Greg's ass and thighs with the cane the more he seemed to enjoy it. It had even Devon wondering if Greg could possibly cum from the caning alone.

Devon's attention remained on the pair in the center of the room, even after Ava had moved to put down the cane and pulled out a tube of some sort of cream. He watched as Ava applied it, truly enthralled with Greg's reactions, even before Ava lowered her other hand to wander freely over his cock and balls. Not long after that point, Greg was whimpering and writhing beneath her touch. It didn't take long for Greg to cum, and shortly after that, he was loosed and excused to the adjoining bathroom to clean himself up.

It wasn't until Greg left the room that Devon realized just how intently he'd been watching the scene play itself out. He let out a long soft sigh, not even having been aware that he'd been holding his breath for god knows how long. It also wasn't until that point that Devon realized just how much he'd been turned on by watching the scene... He flushed a light shade of crimson when he realized that his cock was rock hard and throbbing. He also turned his head away in shame, hoping that his body would calm down before Ava noticed. Such was not his luck though, because even though he wasn't looking at her, he knew that she was approaching him.

Ava's question came with the feeling of her booted foot rubbing against first one of his inner thighs, and then the other, leaving no question in Devon's mind as to whether or not she was aware of his erection. A slight shiver crept it's way up Devon's spine as he took a long and slow breath. He swallowed hard before finally speaking.

"I would never believe it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes..." Devon started as he slowly turned his head towards Ava and lifted his gaze to meet hers. "How can somebody get turned on by just pain alone..."

 

[MsAmative]

Ava watched Devon intently as she waited for a reply, and she was was far from shocked when he finally spoke. It was something she knew he had been struggling with for a while.

"As you know, a lot of it depends on the person and their mindset. At the same time you can train the mind to love a lot of things, or at least rise above it. I would say you already have an idea on how one can get pleasure from pain."

The two looked at each other in silence for a short moment before Greg re-emerged on his way out, leaving the two alone once again. Ava pondered for a moment if she should bother to comment or take any action in response to Devon's obvious erection. Her own arousal certainly matched his, although it was thankfully less obvious at this point. Did she want to keep to her own decision this morning, and truly focus on the non-sexual today? Now, she was not so sure.

In the end, Ava turned slowly and took a few steps towards the doorway. "Come" Ava commanded as she continued out of the doorway and in to the great room. She sat down on the couch with an obvious sigh, pointing to the space next to her feet on her right side. "Kneel" Ava said softly as she waited for him to comply.

When Devon finally took his place at her feet once again she did not waste any time, twisting his hair between her fingers and putting his head and the rest of his body close to hers. She paid no wind to his soft protest, and when he was finally close enough that his side and cheek were pressed again her leg she released him. Her handhold morphed into a soft pet, running her fingers and nails absentmindedly through his hair. She knew that she could never deny her own arousal at this point. Even from where Devon was previously it would have made itself known eventually, but she knew it was far from subtle with him this close. For the moment she left Devon to reflect on his own arousal, and for the moment she felt certain that they were likely both struggling with the same thought.

 

[LucianDevine]

Devon listened to Ava speak, but he was still struggling with the idea of feeling that much pleasure from pain alone. Sure, he'd gotten a hard-on during Ava's "session" with him, but she'd been far easier on him, and intermixed the pleasure with the pain, instead of ending the session with it like she had done with Greg.

The sound of Greg opening the door to the bathroom pulled Devon away from the thoughts in his head. He turned his gaze to follow the man as he moved through and eventually exited the playroom. Once he was gone, Devon turned his gaze back towards Ava. She seemed lost in her own head though, for at least a moment anyway. He watched her as she turned and took of steps towards the door. When she turned and voice her single word command, Devon rose slowly from his kneeling position, taking a few seconds to stretch his legs before eventually following her out of the playroom.

When Ava eventually sat on the couch and let out a sigh, Devon found himself wondering what she was thinking. He didn't have much time to wonder before her next single word command came though. IT came in a different tone than her previous one though, a softer tone. There was no hesitation before his movements, and he moved to where she'd indicated and lowered himself to his knees.

It soon became apparent to Devon that he wasn't kneeling quite as close to Ava as she like when her hand twisted in his hair and pulled him closer. He let out a loud gasp, both from surprise and pain, relenting to her pull until his side was leaning against her leg, and she'd pulled his head down until his cheek was also resting against her leg. Once he was exactly how she wanted him to be, Devon felt her release the death grip she had on his hair and instead started running her fingers through it. Despite the shock of the moment, Devon let out a soft sigh of content when he felt her gentle touch once more.

It wasn't until that moment, with nothing else to concentrate on except for Ava that Devon caught the scent of Ava's arousal. It was a subtle scent at first, but once he became aware of it, it soon became all Devon could think about, aside from his cock, which had sagged for but a moment during their brief "struggle." The strong scent of Ava's arousal caused a struggle to break out in Devon's mind. She'd said that this day would be less exciting than the others, but in truth, it had been anything but, and the more he thought about it, the harder it became for him to resist the urge to test the boundaries she'd set for him. His fingers started to twitch when he felt himself start to lose the battle within his own mind, and almost before he knew it, Devon was moving his right hand to the bottom of her right calf, just above her boot. With a gentle touch, he ran his hand up from her calf to her knee.

 

[MsAmative]

Ava suppressed a moan as she heard all of Devon's gasps and sighs as she pulled him towards her. She had always fed off the reactions of others ad Devon was really starting to give her something to go off of. She was both elated and slightly disappointed as she felt Devon's hand run up her booted calf. At heart, she certainly enjoyed his attention, but in the wrong moment with the wrong person...

Ava reached down, gently swatting his hand away from her leg. "Never touch someone without being given permission previously or in the wrong moment. Never assume boundaries" Ava said bluntly. "Service only today as discussed" she continued before releasing his hair. "In the cabinet to the left of the stove you will find a cup and saucer next to a box of tea. Brew a cup with one teaspoon of sugar using the electric kettle in the corner and bring it to me. Return here to the same position you are leaving now. Bring a bottle of water for yourself as well."

Once Devon returned, the next half hour passed quickly as Ava slowly enjoyed her afternoon tea. Still, she continued her slow and rhythmic petting of Devon's hair. After the session his morning she greatly needed the closeness. When Mark appeared once again she had to accept that it was near time for her second appointment of the day. What she wasn't expecting thought was the small smile on Mark's face as he saw the two of them.

As the door bell rang for the second time today, Ava rose and turned towards Devon, "remember, speak only if you are spoken to. For now, remain in the rest position that you learned earlier"Ava said calmly before she rose and took a few steps towards the door.

It took only a moment for Mark to lead their second visitor of the day into the heart of the great room. The bag he was trailing failed to dwarf the blonde and very tall stranger. He held out his hand to Ava once he got close, quickly speaking before Ava could even open her mouth. "My name is Tom. It is so great to meet you Ava, I have heard so many things about you"

"The pleasure is mine" Ava replied warmly "You had mentioned that you had a new line of products? They certainly sounded interesting in your email.."

"Oh yes, so often you have to sacrifice style for quality. We are trying to merge the two, show that we can offer beautiful pieces that are functional but can take..." Tom paused, glancing at Devon for just a moment before continuing "some abuse when necessary."

"That is very true, I would love to see what you have." Ava remarked, taking her seat back on the sofa. She let her fingers revert back to their previous position, slowly stroking the right side of Devon's head as Tom continued the rest of his presentation.

It only took a moment for Tom to pull the contents of his bag out, spending it on the surface of the coffee table. When he was finished the table was full, covered in paddles of various colors, shapes and sizes, several wooden canes with beautiful leather and printed handles as well as a few other clear acrylic canes with exotic textures layered inside their shafts. The most unique of the batch had to be what appeared to be a embroidered crop and matching shorter equestrian bat style piece. Ava watched as Tom explained the origin of each, but she couldn't help but chuckle when he got to the leather strap on harness they had so thoughtfully included. "It seems to much of a coincidence to think that your company happened to manufacture that in black and lime leather.. or am i wrong?"

Tom answered her with a smile, "No, I have to admit that was purposeful. We wanted to show that we appreciate your opinion on the products, and to show our appreciation. if you are unhappy with anything, please simply return it. If you do enjoy any of them... as we had discussed we would love it if you happened to use/or show them off at gathering or two of your choosing. it would be an honor for us if you would use our pieces."

"Of course" Ava said with a nod "I will certainly let you know."

"Thank you so much of your time" Tom replied, as he stood to leave.

"Good evening Tom, and thank you" Ava said happily, as she escorted Tom out into the foyer.

When Ava turned and started to walk back into the great room she couldn't help but see that the display on the table certainly held Devon's interest. He always seemed to have such an interest in the contents of the playroom so she wasn't surprised. She did however wish she could really understand why.

"Is there something that interests you the most? Or scares you the most?"

 

[LucianDevine]

Though he'd hoped otherwise, Devon couldn't truly be surprised when Ava swatted his hand away. His intentions had actually been innocent enough, but he couldn't argue with her words. If he'd truly wanted to touch her or perhaps see if things could go any further, he should have asked...

With a soft sigh of disappointment, both at the loss of Ava's hand in his hair, and the fact that he had to leave her side, Devon did slowly rise to his feet. As he made his way to the kitchen and went about the task of preparing her tea, Devon's mind was still working furiously. Ava was certainly right when she said that the human mind could be trained to do or want most anything if the person had enough desire for it. Such was also true with the human body, and Greg was living proof of that.

When Ava's tea was ready, Devon took a brief moment to grab himself a bottle of water from the refrigerator before he headed back towards Ava. "Your tea Ma'am." He said softly, extending it towards her before finally turning and resuming his previous position on his knees. The position still felt strange, but Devon found it impossible to resist periodically sighing as Ava resumed her petting of his hair.

Devon wasn't sure how much time had passed, but as had happened earlier, Mark's entrance into the room told him that it was likely time for Ava's second appointment of the day. Sure enough, the doorbell sounded, and Devon let his head turn to watch Ava as she rose to her feet.

Ava's words made her expectations of him very clear, but he still found himself surprised that she expected him to remain in this position for what was likely to be her entire appointment.

It didn't take Devon long to figure out that Ava's second appointment was going to be drastically different from the first. He kept his head down as he listened to the two exchange greetings and pleasantries. Tom's mentioning about hearing all about Ava did catch his ear though. She certainly seemed to be popular, or at least well-respected in this life that she seemed to enjoy so much.

It became significantly harder for Devon to remain in the position that Ava requested when she returned to her place on the sofa beside him, especially when her hand picked up where it had left off in stroking his hair. It was similarly hard for him to keep his head down as he listened to Ava and Tom talk about the things he'd brought with him. Hell, the man was so thorough in his explanations, that he was eventually able to envision what the items were without having seen them.

Devon found himself quite relieved when Tom seemed to be getting to the end of his presentation. The word "gatherings" caught his attention though, and it remained in his mind when the two of them rose to their feet and Ava escorted Tom to the door.

Only when he was alone in the room did Devon finally dare to lift his head and look at the items that covered the whole of the coffee table. He picked out each of the pieces and identified them from the descriptions that he'd heard. He'd seen similar items in the other room, but he'd never been quite this close. His gaze was naturally drawn to the two crops first, but he eyed over everything. His focus was on the canes when Ava returned to the room and offered up her question.

"It's hard to not be afraid of the canes after what I saw with you and Greg..." Devon started softly. "As far as interest goes though... the harness seems to stand out the most. It seems almost out of place. The others have a clearly defined purpose, but the harness is just...I don't know."

 

[MsAmative]

Ava nodded softly as Devon spoke, slowly thinking about his words as she crossed back cross the room and sat back on the sofa. "I can see why you would find the cane scary. Really, that's a pretty honest and safe assumption. Its not a light or necessarily fun tool. There are a lot of people who can and will enjoy it, but you do have to either enjoy pain for what it is or be in the right headspace. There are a lot of uncomfortable or painful things that you will experience before you leave here, some of those you can learn to enjoy. I personally don't put the cane in that category. You may like it or derive pleasure from it like Greg, or it may be more about learning to withstand it."

It was a long moment before Ava approached Devon's other statement, and she couldn't help but end up intertwining her hand through his hair once more. "The harness, is meant to worn with a dildo attached, for penetration. It is not something that every woman enjoys, but those that do expect cooperation. Most either want to see you enjoy it, or be humiliated..or both. It may seem like a strange concept to you now... but I haven't met a slave who didn't enjoy it for one reason or another."

Ava sighed deeply, sinking fully back into the plush sofa. She hadn't expected today to be so challenging or to struggle to stay in focus so much today. The last time she got this caught up in someone she was training... she could never forget what that lead to. Did she want to let herself get caught up in this man? Maybe he wouldn't even want to stay with her in the end? Granted he could only leave or be sold at her whim, but a soulless slave was such a sad prospect... and that wasn't what she wanted from him.

Time passed quickly while Ava was mid thought, but eventually Devon's slight fidgeting beneath her now still hand brought her back into focus. She reluctantly released him from her grasp. "I think we can get rid of the boots now, my feet are sore enough. Take them off for me, and give them a little rub." Ava remarked, extending out her right foot towards Devon. It did take a moment for him to move for a better angle, but he seemed to put some care into his actions and for the second time that afternoon she found herself sighing and leaning back into the sofa once again.

Eventually she had to call an end to it, even though his attentions were leaving her wanting even more, for his hand to ride a little higher and then... but she knew that if it continued she might not be able to keep to her own goal, and today that seemed more important than ever. " I think that's enough massage for today, you have done really well. I am proud of you for the effort that you put forth today." Ava stopped to lean forward, and run her hand through his hair and down along his cheek before continuing. "I will leave the rest of the afternoon and the evening up to you, all public spaces of the house and the yard are yours to use. If for whatever reason you need me or want to speak, you can find me in my room or the office."

Ava stood, taking a few steps into the room and towards the hallway "try to behave yourself" she said with a wink. With that, Ava disappeared down the hallway and into the vastness of her bedroom. Once she reached her destination she sat down on the bed with a sigh. The day had taken a toll on her, and she had never felt this sexually frustrated in her life. Ava rose from the bed, and walked into the bathroom for a long soak. She was hoping to wash away the stress and the grime of the day but when she emerged it wasn't overly successful. She found herself pulling on a short cotton slip and settling into her chair in the office. While she couldn't give in to what she really wanted, she could at least consider future fun within the listings for the upcoming auction.

 

[LucianDevine]

Devon listened to Ava's explanation about the cane and the pain...or pleasure that it could cause. His head bowed when she paused. He thought about what she said, namely the part about painful things that he would...not could experience during his time with her.

The feel of Ava's hand in his hair made Devon's eyes slip shut as a soft sigh slipped from his lips. He heard her explanation about the harness, but didn't have time to think about it just then. He was more focused on her hand in his hair.

Though he wasn't sure exactly how much time had passed, Devon found himself able to keep surprisingly still beneath Ava's hand, until it stopped moving anyway. He had a sudden urge to look up at her. He managed to resist the urge, but couldn't stop himself from shifting a little, just enough to be a little bit more comfortable, even as he maintained the rest position that she'd requested.

When Ava lifted her hand from his hair Devon finally let himself lift his gaze enough to look at Ava. He didn't respond to her request, not verbally anyway. He did move to obey though, taking the time to adjust his position until he was sitting kneeling directly in front of her.


He let his gaze drop down to Ava's feet as he lifted his hands to gently grip her boot. He used only as much force as was absolutely necessary to remove her boots. He set them down beside him and let his hands return to her feet once more.

Devon started with the top of Ava's foot, using his thumbs to press into the top of her foot as he let his fingers focus on the sides and bottoms of her feet. Devon cocked his head to the side as he alternated the pressure of both his thumbs and fingers, alternating based on the tightness he felt in each part of her foot, and even in reaction to the sighs that he pulled from her. It almost felt like a shame for him to put her foot down, but he let a small smile come to his lips when he picked up her other foot. He repeated every motion on other foot, aside from altering the pressure based on the tension he felt.

When Ava finally told him to stop, Devon found himself reluctant to let go of her foot. He did manage to let it go though, and a small smile came to his face when he heard her compliments. He was so new to this...all of this. He wasn't normally one to care about what other people thought of him, but it was harder here, with Ava. As much as he didn't like the fact that the choice wasn't his to make, he still wanted...needed Ava's support if he was going to have any chance of surviving whoever he ended up with.

The feel of Ava's hand in his hair and it's movement down his cheek brought Devon back to reality. He didn't speak when Ava told him that the rest of the night was his to do with as he wished. His gaze followed her as she stood up and headed for the hallway. He let a soft chuckle slip from his lips when he heard Ava's joke and saw the wink that came with it.

Only when Ava had gone around the corner and was out of his sight did Devon finally move to stand. It still felt weird, both the kneeling, and rising from it, but it was something that he was starting to get used to. For one of the first times since he'd arrived here in Ava's house, Devon knew exactly what he wanted to do. He headed straight for the back door, and the pool that was beyond it. His legs were tight and sore from all the kneeling he'd been doing today, and a quick swim was definitely the perfect thing to help loosen them up.

Though he'd only intended for his swim to be a brief one, Devon found himself so lost in his own head, thinking about Ava, her lessons, and his future and what awaited him, that by the time he finally forced himself to stop, he was panting harder than he'd ever been before after a swim.

Although he got out of the pool and soon found himself in the shower, the same thoughts continued to occupy Devon's mind. Just as had happened with his swim, Devon lingered in the shower far longer than he'd intended when he first stepped into it. In the end, it was the sound of his stomach growling that forced Devon to step out of the shower. He quickly dried himself and stepped into his bedroom. He gave a brief look at the dresser, but just shrugged and walked out the door. He'd been naked for more of this day than naught, what was another hour or so.

Devon padded softly down the hall and around the corner. He saw that the light was on in the kitchen and headed in that direction, curious as to whether it was Ava or Mark. He hesitated when he came he saw Ava cooking. It seemed strange somehow, she making her own dinner. Up until this point, Mark had made every meal in this house that he'd been aware of.

As he stood there looking at Ava, a question that had been eating away at him, and before he knew it, he was voicing it.

"Why do you enjoy it Ava, this lifestyle of yours? What do you enjoy about it or get from it?"