by Rev Mel
Alan and I enjoyed playing ‘Master and Slave’ games and we had done so many times in the past, but this was different. We weren’t alone and he wasn’t in control. His 6'8" frame was ours to do with as we pleased. I softly whispered in his ear to stand up and lie down on the bed, which he certainly obeyed. Savannah and I both lay down on each side of him and began to feel his subservient body. The texture of his virile skin was refreshing in comparison to our own. Our hands slid along his strands of soft hair that netted his muscular chest and erect nipples. Alan began breathing in short spurts of energy as waves came rushing through his body. Alan looked at me as his eyes said, “Thank you for allowing her into our private life.
I watched her lick his nipples while I kissed his lips. His tongue entwined my tongue in a playful manner. He was burning up with a fire that was penetrating his soul. Alan and I were sharing our voracity with Savannah. Alan’s heart bounded violently as Savannah and I touched his body in complete oneness. Our fingertips brushed his body with serendipity. I marveled at the subtle changes his body and breathing would make as we stroked him. He was in absolute bliss. We were pushing him beyond his breaking point. His mind lets go of the surroundings. Savannah and I lowered ourselves down, following our tongues to his pelvis. His skin tasted salty and delicious. Together, we licked and licked until we both reached his male organ. He was so hard. Both of our tongues licked each side, leaving him shuddering. Alan, sprawled out on the bed, could not be relieved from his need to be touched.
Our roving tongues slid around his long shaft, licking his penis. The thought of two women licking him at the same time sent him into undiscovered territory. My long blonde hair and her long red hair cascaded on his stomach as his hands caressed our silky manes. Alan was soon losing control of his body, mind, and soul. We entwined our tongues around his tip, shaft, and balls, navigating him to nirvana. I started to move up to his nipples as Savannah mounted him. His long hard cock slid into her as I started to suck on his unyielding nipples. Alan pulled me up and started to feverishly kiss me. Alan was going wild as she rode him like a bronco that she was trying to break in. His hands were all over my body, touching my breast, neck, and stomach. He held me close as he gave into her chamber that held his renowned gland. Bolts of electricity ran throughout his body, causing him to tremble and pant. His legs jerked and the sounds seeping from his lips were no longer human. Thrashing wildly under Savannah, wrenching waves of blood rushed to his face. Alan was in mortal ecstasy. Vibrating in anticipation, desperately he plunged hard into her, releasing his erect member which was buried deep in the folds of her vagina. Alan’s sweet juices emanated from his tip as he sent streams of hot cum into her Venusian cavern. She cried out as she let go of the thunder that trembled within. Pleasures gave way as I watched them embrace their orgasmic spell.
Only breathing was heard throughout the steam-filled room. Alan kissed my lips. Savannah then bent down and gave me a tender thank-you kiss. I laid in Alan’s arms as Savannah laid in mine. As time went on, Savannah slid between my legs while Alan held me even tighter. Savannah still wanted to play, so she continued to kiss and lick my bottom as Alan touched my breasts. Together they helped as I too came with enthusiasm. We three made love all night until we fell asleep in each other's arms.
Later that night, dreams raced through my mind as we held our bodies closely and silence permeated the room. The lights in the room were all off, yet we were still able to see the moon-cast shadows that reflected our bodies’ curvy contours. The heat emanating from our bodies kept us warm. I only wished that every night could be like this. Loving both man and woman at the same time and place was a dream come true for both Alan and me. Alan slept like a baby with a satisfied grin on his face as Savannah nestled in my breasts like a baby trying to nurse. If this is not heaven then what would heaven be like, I wondered? And if this isn’t heaven, why would anyone want to even leave this place? My mind quieted as sleep fell upon my contented body. The last vision I saw was the man on the moon smiling down on us. What a beautiful evening. I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.
Chapter 9- The Wind Over the Canyon
The wind over the canyon was gentle and calm as I drove to the man that I called Sir being Alex that is. Being new to this lifestyle of BDSM my palms grew moist as I drove my Rolls to be with Alex for the second time. We have had dinner and drink a couple of times and he was filling me in on this sort lifestyle this is. What did BDSM stand for? I had to look it up on google. What I found was B stands for Bondage and D mean Discipline and S and M can mean more than just one thing. S can stand for Sadism or Slave. M can be masochism or Master. Alex tried to explain it to me many times and some day I will get it right. There is a lot more to this lifestyle than just spanking. It’s a new way of communicating and getting your needs met. I’m learning about safe words, and what a real Master does not one that just plays Master on the internet. It’s a whole new world that I’m enjoying and it’s very erotic and sensual.
The plan of the evening was to trust that he knew what was good for me, he did not even know me I did not know what to think. Giving my mind, body, and soul to a man that I met only a few times seemed odd to me, but it was exciting also at the same time. Thoughts raced throughout my mind as I thought about the night I met him, at the first time. I remember his hands on the small of my back as my breasts pressed up against him. His manly smell fills my senses and his long arms held my body ever so closer. I ask myself what am I doing going back to Alex place? The last time he spanked me and I was not sure if I liked this type of sexual play but I was willing to find out. During the week I was running the family business but on the weekend I was free to find out what made me tick sexual wise. I was looking so forward to seeing Alex again and tonight was the night.
Early in the week Alex called and told me that a package would arrive the day we were supposed to meet and that there would be instructions in the box. Friday arrived and Maria my maid brought up the box to my bedroom saying “Missy this came for you.” She laid the box on the bed and said: " Missy remember I'm leaving early tonight and I left the bottle of wine for you on the table". I nodded my head that I heard her and she walked out the room.
I knew this was from Alex and started to tear off the outside paper, it was like Christmas or my birthday. I sat down on my king size bed and opened the big box and there on top of 4 boxes a card with my name on in Alex handwriting. Taylor, you are to wear this tonight. I wish that you pull your hair back so I can see your beautiful face and make sure you are on time. Plus have you found the answer to my question? Alex.
On top was a small box and it was L’artisan Parfumeur my favorite perfume. I was surprised when I saw that because I did not he knew this as I have never worn it with him at dinner. Opening the next box was a La Perla Vintage Lace Strapless black bra and thong to match along with garter belt and stockings. They were beautiful and so soft to the touch and I knew it would barely cover my breasts and my nipples might show. It would be sexy to look at from Alex point of view after all this was for Alex pleasure and for my education of the BDSM lifestyle. In the next box was a shoe box and the outside it was printed Crisian & Mc Caffrey logo. I opened the shoe box and there was a pair of black Sasha Python pumps. The 5-inch spiked heel and the thicker platform under the toes would make my legs look even longer as I slid on one show to see it fit. It was perfect but I always felt that this style was more like hooker shoes, but everyone was wearing them. I slid on the other one and stood up and walked over the full-length mirror and dropped my silk bathrobe. Looking at myself nude except for the shoes in the mirror it seemed that the tilting forward made my butt stick out a little bit more. I think this might do as I smiled to myself with a thought of what was going to happen tonight at Alex place.
I walked back to the bed and sit down with the shoes still on and took out the next box. A box was at the bottom under the tissue paper and I pulled it I saw the label on the box it was a Versace box. Opening it up there was
this beautiful black leather dress that was one piece but looks like a corset and a skirt. It was beautiful and I remember seeing it when I went to Versace fashion show in Paris for their new line. Holding up the dress I knew it would be the right fit and I wonder what Alex had in store for this evening.
This BDSM thing was new to me and he had me look up three words. Safe, Sane, and Consensual and asked me to find the meaning of these three words. I knew he was going to grill me on it tonight on it. I understand it when I read online what it meant but really sane is this really all sane?
I got up and walked to the mirror again to take a look at me in the shoes and thought of Alex. Just the thought of Alex made me wet as I press my legs together trying to stop the feeling of sensual delight. I remember his hands spanking my bottom and thought this is torture but it was also very erotic. What did I know about torture or pain or even Alex? The sight of a needle sends me in a state of fear. Why did I enjoy him spanking me on our first night and why did I crave more. Only sick people in their heads do this or crazy psycho’s that want to put you in a steel drum and make the evening news. The press always painted a bad picture of these sorts of people involved with BDSM. Alex was none of this he was smart and well educated and ran his own business he did not dress in leather wearing a mask. He was pretty normal to me I thought.
He was opening up a whole new world for me and I wonder how many people did this in their private bedrooms. Did everyone know this secret but me? A thought went through my mind and made me laugh as I looked at myself in standing there with nothing but the shoes that Alex sent me. I guess there was not a street in the United States that someone is not getting blindfolded, tied to a bed and spanked. It was amazing to me that we never really know what goes on behind closed doors.
Just thinking about it made me feel a little better but I was so unsure about all of this. Did my parents do this when they are still in love and shared a bedroom or what about my sister and her husband? I know that Alan and I a few things that many would concerted kinky.
I was getting lost in my thought when I realized it was getting late and time to get ready to see Alex. I needed to be jumped into the shower as I did not want to be late for Alex. I wondered if I was late what kinky things he would do to me. As I looked in the mirror into my eyes I said out loud " I better not test him".
After the shower, I dried my hair and pulled it bad like Alex wanted me to. My makeup was perfect and dressed just for Alex in the underwear and leather corset dress. I rolled up the black stocking up and hooked them to the garter belt. Then I slid the black high heels shoes. Looking in the mirror I looked like the cover of one of those erotic books that you buy to get yourself turned on. I was glad that Maria was off for the night as I know she would not approve of my dress.
My car seemed to be driving by its self, but I was sure that it was moving closer to the being with Alex again. My heart beat faster as I came to a stop. I have arrived at my destination his place and I wanted to run, I wanted to just turn around and drive back to the safety of my own home. Sitting in my car I felt like staying there safe behind within the steel doors and locks. What was I thinking; I'm a woman that was stubborn and independent and I was letting a man tell me what to do. What did I need this for? I had Alan and others to quench my sexual appetite. What could he offer me? My body begins to tremble with the thoughts of him spanking me.
I reached for the door handle and opened up the door to the car and got out. Slowly, I walked up the steps with a bottle of Chateau Margaux 2009 Balthazar wine in hand. The closer I came the fear began to race in my mind. I rang the doorbell rang and time seemed to stand still. I stood there waiting and thoughts raced in mind yelling at me that "I should leave and run". I was about to turn and walk away as the door open and Alex greeted me with a smile on his handsome face. The look on his face melted away all the fears. “You look beautiful,” said Alex and he held me for one moment and I could feel his body heat and his manly fragrant that awakened my sexual wanting.
He took a deep breath and said “You are wearing my favorite perfume pet. “ Then Alex said come on in. I handed him the bottle of wine he took it and smiled and replied that I did not need to do this. I smiled as he took my hand and lead me into the living room. I was in a dream-like state walking into the living room and Alex told me to sit down and that he would be right back. He then walked out of room to place the bottle somewhere.
I felt uneasy and had to move so I got up and started walking around the large living room. Looking around I was able to see that he was a man of taste and notice things that I did not see before. There like a photo of him and I think his mom on the mantle.
On the table was a painting, it was the one from the bar that started all these thoughts about BDSM. I thought what is this doing here? I was still a little tensed from not knowing what to expect and seeing the painting I started to panic a little. Alex returned with a glass of wine in each hand and gave me one. I ask Alex about the painting and he said you told me you like it. I thought you might like have it. I went back and got it for you. Thank you, Alex, but I can’s take this gift and Alex put his finger to my lips and said “shhh” and walked over to the large couch and sat down.
Alex told me did not sit next to me but across from him. I wanted to sit next to him but I felt that I needed to obey to him. and did as I was told. We started small talk and the wine calmed me down as well as his voice. Sitting there he just looked at me. You could cut the air with a knife from the sexual tension in the room. I wanted to touch his body and feel his lips on mine. I did not use to being not in control.
In a firm voice, Alex told me to stand up that he wanted to look at me. I stood up and started to walk over to him. Alex said, “I did not tell you to move I told you to stand up so I could look at you". He just stared at me and it seemed like hours that I was standing there in front him when it was only matter of minutes.
I had to look away from his eyes as he looked me up and down. I started to say something and once again he shhh me and said “You may not speak at this time” He then uttered the words, "take off your dress slowly, I want to watch you”.
At a snail’s pace started to take it off as I unzipped the back of the dress and dropped it to the floor as I stepped out of it. I felt like Kim Baysinger from 9 ½ weeks and felt vulnerable and shy for some reason. He just looked at me without a smile but his eyes showed amusement. I could not understand why this made me shy, I stood there feeling vulnerable as his eyes seemed to be on fire. “Take the bra off” he demanded. I obeyed and undid my bra as it dropped to the floor making no sound. My breasts felt free from their restriction and liberated but still, I felt reserved standing there before this man that wanted me to call him Sir. This was a whole new experience for me.
"Come over here" he called out to me in a very serious tone in his voice. I walked over to him as my breasts bounced with each step. I tried to cover my breasts in shame and Alex said: “put the hands to your side”. I did as I was told and lowered my hands to my hips. I stood in front of him as he looked at me as I surrender myself to him. He stood so close to me that could feel his body heat next to my body and smelled his masculine primal scent. I just wanted to him to hold me and tell me things were going to be ok. I was lost in thought of him kissing me.
“Taylor, take one step back, “he said to me bring me back to reality. I hesitated momentarily but then did as I was told all the time looking into his dominant eyes. Alex stood up to his full height of 6'7' over towering me. I felt small and vulnerable. He then touched the tip of my nipple with his fingers very softly. I closed my eyes with sensual delight by his touch. He told me to open my eyes and to look at him. I did as ordered and looked into his dangerous eyes as they pierced through my soul.
Alex lowered his voice in a commanding quality said “what did you learn about Safe Sane and Consensual little pet”? He started to twist my nipples very slowly causing an erotic pain. I could not think and Alex said to me “Taylor I'm not going to rep
eat myself tell me” My eyes opened up like a deer caught in headlights, OH Shit. I started to stutter as Alex said “the cat got your tongue?” and did an evil laugh. He twisted a little harder and looked me straight in my eyes as he saw the confusion in them.
Words started coming out as if I was a little child in front of a class giving a speech. “Safe means not to put yourself in harm's way as you are the property of your Dominant. The submissive and a Dom must take care to keep the property safe. “Alex said “what is the property” as I replied “I am Sir” “Good girl”, as he replied back and “what is sane”? I was standing at attention and spoke out “Sane is about trust and power exchange and that we in BDSM have to make good judgments and learn self-control.” “What else Taylor?” said Alex.I continued “ In order to play we must be of sound mind and body and that this lifestyle is not going to fix us if we are broken.” I took a deep long breath and then said. “Consensual when two adults give full consent to a scene or life choice because they both want to experience this form of power exchange. Also Consensual is respecting the limits imposed on each person involved agree to”.I was breathless as I closed my eyes as I heard Alex say “I’m impressed, very good job my little pet”.