The phone woke her the next morning; it was Clair. “So did he fuck your brains out?”
“Oh geez Clair, no he did not… he brought me home, kissed me on the cheek and left.” Faye smiled, knowing she hadn’t lied, but it would disappoint her friend to think nothing happened after they left.
“Well, that’s gonna change! Wait till he sees you tonight!”
They talked for a few more moments and agreed that Clair would come over to do her makeup and then they would go to the party together. The group didn’t always meet at the same place and tonight they were meeting at a private residence near a lake. The address would be emailed to Clair later.
Later in the day when Clair arrived, the two girls giggled like schoolgirls getting ready for their first date. While they waited for the red nail polish to dry on their toenails, they sipped margaritas on Faye’s back porch, their feet resting on the railing.
Faye got quiet for a moment and then she asked Clair, “What does it mean to be owned?”
“It’s like getting married, sorta. You give over all power to your owner. You become a willing servant. It doesn’t sound as good as it really is. When you find the right person, you want it. When you see the couples tonight, it will make more sense to you.”
As the day wore on, the more excited Faye became. She was anxious to see Brody; she couldn’t stop thinking about him. The girls were almost finished dressing and stood looking in the mirror one last time before leaving the house. Both of them wore corsets that had panties that matched, Faye’s ample breasts were trying hard to spill over the top of her black lace brocade corset. Clair’s was a red Asian inspired corset. Complete with garter belts and black stockings, they were almost ready to go. The last thing to add was a short skirt for the ride there and of course the stilettos. Once at the party, the skirt would most likely be removed. As always the party was clothing optional, but in the social areas, most guests wore some type of attire.
Walking to the car with confidence, Faye found she could walk better than she thought in the heels. Once in the car she looked at Claire, Whatever you do, don’t speed. If we get stopped by a cop, he’ll think we’re hookers.”
Clair laughed and stepped on the gas. It took almost a half an hour to get there and Faye was finding out her confidence may have been left at home in her margarita glass, she was starting to get butterflies in her stomach.
“You’re gonna stay pretty close to me right? I mean I won’t know anyone, or what to do.” Faye asked.
“You’ll be fine. When you walk in the door, they will give you a choice of plastic bracelets, one says you are looking for a partner, the other says you are just an observer or taken. If you wear the observer one, no one will approach you for play. If you change your mind you can always exchange it for the other one.”
“Okay, I’ll be brave.”
After going down a long driveway, they pulled up to the house. It was quite impressively large. Large white pillars framed the circular driveway. Clair passed her car keys to an attendant and headed for the entrance. Faye took a deep breath and followed her through the front door. Receiving their bracelets at the door, they entered the main house. The inside was just as large, and just as impressive. The living room was bigger than her whole house and beautifully furnished with rich woods and upholstery of earth tones. Expensive looking art covered the walls. Soft music played in the background. They both walked to the bar and ordered drinks.
“I’m gonna stay with you for a while but then I’m off to have some fun, agreed?
“Agreed. I have to admit we look just as good as any of these women.” Faye observed.
Clair smiled, “Better.”
They mingled and Garrett was suddenly by Clair’s side. “Ladies, so glad you’re here! Brody is about somewhere, I’ll let him know I saw you, Faye.” Garrett took Clair’s hand and they disappeared into the crowd.
There she was, alone in a crowd of people, wearing a bracelet that labeled her as unapproachable. Faye sighed as she looked around the room it appeared to be just a regular cocktail party, not counting some of the attire, which was far more daring than hers was. Where was the real action? Curious, she decided to browse the other rooms.
Slowly she sauntered into the next room, a library, having much the same type of people she moved on. In the next room was a long thin dining room with a table laden with food, and people nibbling, walking in and out. Faye kept going. To her left was a long hallway, and after seeing a couple enter it, she decided to have a look. Walking slowly she noticed after a few feet in, the music and conversation from the previous rooms was replaced by muffled noises from beyond. Two laughing women came down the hallway behind her and passed her. They seemed to know where they were going so when she saw them turn right at the end of the hall, she decided she would as well.
She was not prepared for the scene that met her as she reached the end of the hall. Everyone was in various states of undress, some completely. It was a very public area and no one seemed to notice what was going on right next to them. Various devices ringed the room, Saint David Crosses, wooden stocks, metals chains, and people were being flogged with a variety of items, from feathers to leathers straps. At least two couples were engaging in sex as part of their play. Faye made her way back down the hall, what she saw was too public for her, her cheeks were burning. She had only glanced around the room and left, but she was sure Clair wasn’t there.
Back in the main rooms, she walked to the bar and ordered another drink. Faye was starting to think this might have been a mistake to come to this party when she felt someone behind her.
Brody lightly touched her upper arms and leaned over her back, bending down to her ear, “I was looking for you.” He whispered.
Turning to look at him, she said, “Hi Brody. I was just having a look around.”
“You look amazingly sexy tonight.”
She felt the heat rise in face again, “Thank you.”
“Come on,” he said, taking her hand, “let’s go somewhere quieter.”
Following him as he snaked them through the crowd and up the stairs, she felt relieved that he rescued her. He led her into a small study with a balcony.
“I’m glad you came.” He took her in his arms and kissed her.
“I feel a little out of place, actually.”
“Nonsense. Besides, now you’re with me and it doesn’t matter who else is here.
“Do you know who owns this house?”
“I do.”
“Oh! It’s beautiful.”
“Thank you.” He sat on the leather couch and patted the space next to him. She joined him on the couch. “I was quite taken with you the other night in the restaurant.”
Her blood began to rise with the memory of it and she felt more warmth in her face. “Oh?”
“Yes, I think you have desires that need to be realized. I feel that with the right person to guide you, you could attain those desires. Let me ask you this, when was the last time you were on a first date and you allowed your date to be so free with you in public, as I was with you?”
“Never.”
“Why did you allow me to do it?”
“I – I don’t know…”
“I’ll tell you why…because I am a man who knows what he wants, and I know how to get it.” Faye took a breath as if she were about to say something, but he hushed her and placed a finger over her lips, “And, you are a woman who knows she wants something, but you are not sure how to get it.”
She stared at him for a moment, not sure what he just implied. “I do know what I want.”
“And what is that?”
“I would like to meet a man who would take care of me and love me for who I am.”
“And how will you find him?”
She cocked her head to the side, “By dating?”
“That is the simple answer. We are attracted to each other, am I right?”
“Yes.”
“The fact that you did as I asked in the restaurant without quest
ion, was very pleasing to me. I also asked you to think about beginning a relationship together. This is what to expect, I will take care of all your financial matters. You may keep your house and all your belongings, until such time as it’s mutually agreed that you move in with me. Until that moment, you will be at my disposal, day or night, as I see fit. I will be your priority. You will most likely have to quit your job, but that is of no concern. If this fails to work out, I will find you suitable employment. What I need is someone to learn my needs before I need it. A personal assistant, with benefits, do you understand what I’m asking?”
“I think so, yes.”
“I am not necessarily a gentle man, but I am a gentleman, and I promise not to harm you when we engage in sex. You will most likely be asked to do things out of your comfort zone, such as what happened in the restaurant. You came to me so willingly; it was so satisfying, which brings me to another point. You were aroused when I left you that night, did you help yourself to an orgasm?”
This was a question she never expected, and yet she didn’t lie. “Yes.”
“Do you remember me saying, Not until I say you can.?
“Yes.”
“In all fairness, you owed no loyalty to me at that time, but should we agree on a relationship, I would expect you to obey me in everything I say. I will never ask you to do anything harmful. In such case that you feel I am being unreasonable, we will have a safe word, when you speak this word, everything stops and we will negotiate until there is agreement. So far are you with me?”
Her head was spinning, trying to grasp every word he spoke, but what she expressed was, “Yes.”
“I ask you then, do you think this is something you would like to try?”
She paused only for a second and nodded, “Yes.” Her mouth seemed to have a mind of its own.
“At such time in our relationship if I decide you should move in with me, you will become collared. I will own you. Is that acceptable as well?”
“Can we talk more about that at a later date? I’m not sure I understand all that entails.” Finally, the voice of reason found her lips!
“Of course. Can you stay the night with me?”
“I would love to.”
“Good. Let’s bid good evening to our guests and retire then, shall we?”
It was barely nine o’clock, but she knew what her answer should be. “Yes.”
He rose from the couch and extended a hand to her. She took his hand, and they left the room, descending the stairs. Once in the main room, he asked for everyone’s attention in a loud voice.
“Good evening everyone, I hope you’re having a good time. I want to take this opportunity to introduce Faye.” He pulled her close in an embrace. “We have entered into an agreement to start a relationship, and to that end, we bid you goodnight. My Staff will take care of all your needs.” Smiling he escorted her from the room.
Chapter 3
Faye was a little embarrassed at how Brody made an announcement about it, and she took one last look behind her before they went back upstairs and caught Clair’s eye, who gave her a thump’s up signal, Faye smiled. There was a vortex of emotions swirling around her, but somehow she felt calmed by his presence.
Passing through the room they previously had been in, they entered a large bedroom. The bed was the biggest wooden four-poster she had ever seen. Dense white carpet covered the entire floor. The whole room was testosterone inspired by the look of all the wood and leather; dressers and cabinets faced in wood, covered in leather. No pictures on the walls, instead there were ancient weaponry, and floggers. The light was muted; she could also see a tub built into the flooring, only slightly raised above it.
“In here, clothing is never optional.” He pointed to a chest of drawers, “This will be yours. You may move some of your things over here if you wish, but we will go shopping tomorrow and I will buy your wardrobe for when you are here.”
Faye’s was overwhelmed by all that she saw and heard. She said nothing as she watched him take off his Armani suit and place it on the wooden valet. Slowly removing her clothing, she found she would need help with the corset. She was a little hesitant about being naked even in the low lighting. Everything was happening so fast, but she was sure this was what she wanted. She let herself be swept off her feet for now, knowing she could stop at any time, at least she felt she could.
“Can you help me? I foolishly wore something that wasn’t so easy to remove.”
“Ah yes, the corset, it’s a lovely piece of attire, but you’re right, ardor could cool before you can get it off.” He laughed softly.
He came to stand behind her and his fingers worked at the silky ties of her corset while he bend forward and pressed his face into her hair. “I love your scent…it drives me insane with desire.”
“Actually I’m not wearing any particular scent.”
“Oh, I know! I don’t know why women insist upon it, your skin, your hair; all has the most wonderful natural scent to it. When you sat next to me in the restaurant, and your scent drifted to me, my cock was hard immediately.” As Brody spoke, he kissed her neck and nibbled her ear.
Faye’s knees were weakening, his voice alone could cause her fountains to flow, but combined with his touch she was helpless. The corset fell away and she stood naked, a soft gust of cool air hardened her nipples. No more secrets, noting hidden. Brody bent down and picked her up into his arms, carrying her to the bed, nibbling on the hardened nipple closest to him.
He gently fell into the bed on his back with her in his arms, and then kissed her as he adjusted himself to lie beside her. “First order of business should be our safe word.”
“What do you suggest?’
“What is your favorite color?”
“Purple.”
“Purple it is and it will sound amusing behind a ball gag. If you ever disagree with anything that’s going on, you must say that word, otherwise I will assume you will have no problem following my directive.”
“All right.”
“Now, be a good girl and go to the chest over there and pick a toy for me to play with you,”
Faye went to the chest and opened it. She scanned the contents, finding some things she had no idea of what their purpose was. She chose something familiar to her, a paddle. Bringing it back to the bed with her, she held it up for Brody to see.
“An interesting choice…a very versatile tool. Where you ever spanked as a child?”
“My mother spanked me sometimes.”
“Never your father?”
“No.”
“Why do you suppose that is?”
“My father was the hug giver, for when I did something good. He never disciplined me.”
“Spanking can be a very sensual act. It involves emotion that doesn’t always include anger. Let me show you. Lay over my lap.”
Faye stretched out over his lap, he was naked as well, and before she could get comfortable, she could feel his cock tapping gently at her abdomen.
Brody took a moment to rub his hand over her firm round ass. He ran his hand up her back and down again, dipping between her cheeks briefly teasing her pussy.
“This is the view your father would get, it’s very tempting.”
“But he was my father for god’s sake!”
“He was first a man.” His first stroke with the paddle struck her cheeks, making them quiver. “How did that feel?”
“It was surprising, and it stung a little.”
He paddled her three times in a row a little harder, and then he quickly rubbed the spot with his hand. “And now?”
“That kinda took my breath away. It stung until you rubbed it.”
“Did that make it feel good?”
“Yes.”
He smiled as he saw the redness start to form on her ass. Using the paddle, he alternately used his hand to rub where the paddle landed. Occasionally he would dip between her legs and smooth his hand over her folds. She started to cry out as the paddling became more int
ense. Brody let this go on for several minutes. Setting the paddle aside, he kept one hand massaging her folds as the other rubbed her ass. Faye’s breath was rapid, and she whimpered.
“Almost orgasmic, isn’t it?”
It was true, she felt aroused; her own body confused her, “Yes.” The combination of pleasure and pain, it was a different experience for her. The sting of the paddle soothed by his hand and the reward of having him tease her. It was definitely confusing, but she liked it.
He helped her to a sitting position, and then he fell backwards on the bed, his legs still dangled over the side.
She waited for direction, and as she sat there, she admired his body from his muscles shoulders to his toned and rippled chest, slim hips, and strong legs. His cock was getting her attention as well, longer than most she had seen; it was the girth that excited her. As it bobbed and the veins over the shaft pulsed, she imagined it inside her. It was as if he read her mind when his command finally came.
“Take me in your mouth.”
Faye at first was going to just lean over, but she decided to kneel on the floor in front of him. Brody sat up to watch her. Licking him up and down his shaft, she made sure he would slide in easy. As Brody placed a hand on the side of her head, she opened her mouth wide and enveloped him. He was thick and hard, and it was quite an undertaking for her to take all of him. Sliding him in and out, she used her tongue to stroke him inside her mouth. Faye looked up at Brody; he murmured to her that she was a good girl, that she was pleasing him. This man had a presence about him that made Faye want to serve him. She used every technique she ever heard of to make him moan and twitch; she wanted him to want her as much as she wanted him. His other hand reached for the other side of her face and he held her head as he pulled out of her mouth.
He leaned back in the bed again, “Come ‘ere, baby girl.”
Standing, and then climbing into the big bed, she eased into his open arms. The coolness of the room accented the heat of their bodies. Brody smiled as he ran his hand down her arm and the resulting goose bumps. He kissed her throat, and nibbled her skin. Faye felt the muscles in his back dance with every movement. Taking hold of her wrist, he kissed his way up the side of her body, pushing her arm along the sheets to stop above her head. Reaching between the headboard and the mattress, Brody pulled out a cloth restraint and placed it around her wrist.
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