"Yes, mentor."
But I still couldn't believe it. I'm in the same room with Tristan Slade. Billionaire entrepreneur. Star of his own reality television show. Thirty-five years old. The most eligible bachelor in America. Notorious womanizer.
I knew he lived in the Boston area, but I never knew where. Until now.
"How was your assignment?" he said.
"Good, mentor," I said.
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, mentor."
"You've been a very good girl. You've done exactly as you've been told. I'm very impressed."
His deep blue eyes were even more gorgeous in person than on television. His jaw was straight and square, as if it had been carved out of rock. Toned neck muscles. I wanted to dive across the table and sink my teeth into them.
"Now it's time to give you the release you so crave. Are you ready to come like you've never come before?"
God yes! Please!
"Yes, mentor."
"Turn around, take off your skirt and lean the bottom of your ass on the table."
The thick glass table was oddly warm.
"Now take the base of the plug and move it back and forth a little."
I groaned as I felt it tugging against my exit.
"Do you know how many nerve endings are in your sphincter muscle and anus?"
"No, mentor," I said.
"Millions," he said. "Which was why I laughed when you said you couldn't can't enjoy anal. Today you will learn to feel deep pleasure in your ass. In fact, you will come from anal pleasure alone. Your pussy will not be touched."
His voice wrapped itself around me in a sultry mix of even tones that communicated directly with my subconscious. That must be it because I felt an orgasm build. But it seemed to originate from the spot I tugged right now.
"That's it," he said. "Back and forth in little motions. Feel all those nerve endings in your sphincter. They love being massaged. Your ass is a wonderful place. It is a wonderful pleasure center of the human body. A gift to be adored and cherished. Now pull the plug out."
I tugged harder, triggering a yelp. Shit, is it stuck in there? I tugged even harder. My ass stretched and I became afraid. I'm not used to experiencing this sensation with another person watching.
Not to mention it's a little painful. But not bad painful. A good kind of painful, if that makes any sense. What makes sense anymore?
"That's it. You're doing fine. Keep going."
I tugged some more and gritted my teeth. God, I felt like I was being split right open. At the widest point, I felt a jolt, then relief as the plug came out. I made a silent wish that it was clean. I did everything beforehand to ensure it would be, but you never know.
I looked behind me at it. Clean. Whew. Then I took it by the base, turned it around and held it up, smiling back at him.
But he didn't smile. He kept his magnificent stare fixated on me.
"Now put it back in," he said.
What? What the fuck? Really?
The expression on my face must have given me away.
"Don't doubt me," he said. "You are about to get your reward. Now put it back in."
I could almost come from his words alone. I noticed I was sweating again. He made a circular twirling motion with his finger and crossed his arms again.
I turned back around, resuming the ass-on-table position and put the tip of the plug back to my asshole. It slid in much easier this time, although I still squealed at the widest point when it went back in. Again the electrical charge whammed through the wall to my cunt.
"Now take it out again," he said.
This time the nerves around my sphincter spasmed in delight as I pulled it out. I shook and felt a full-body shudder. I gripped the table with my left hand.
"Fuck!" I said.
"That's it," he said. "Now again... in and out."
This time was even better. It was like an earthquake in my body, a wall of pleasure that crashed through every organ.
I wanted to touch my pussy, now on fire and dripping hot trickles down my legs.
"Do not touch your pussy!"
Shit, my hand must have been involuntarily headed there.
"You will come when I say to come but you're not there yet. Keep pleasuring your ass."
I took the plug in and out several more times. By about the sixth or seventh time I felt my clit take charge from deep inside me, communicating somehow with my asshole.
I heard myself moaning as I moved the plug in and out, in and out. It was easy now. I was gaping wide.
My orgasm rose to its frenzied peak, pushing to get out. I couldn't believe it. I was riding the edge again, but all from the butt plug going in and out of my ass. How is this possible?
"Are you ready to come?"
"Yes, mentor."
"You will come only at my command. You do understand that, don't you?"
"Yes mentor."
I was practically screeching now, my words coming out in a guttural stream. My hips moved back and forth involuntarily against the tabletop.
"If I don't tell you to come for another hour, then you will just keep pleasuring your ass and ride the edge until I release you."
"Yes mentor."
God, he's killing me! Oh my fucking God I need to come! I need to come now! The pleasure is too much.
"That's it," he said. "Now Meghan I want to ask you a question."
"Yes, mentor?"
"Are you a dirty girl?"
"Yes, mentor."
"Say it. Say 'I'm a dirty girl, mentor.'"
"I'm a dirty girl, mentor."
"It's okay to be a dirty girl, isn't it?"
"Yes, mentor."
"Say it. Say 'It's okay to be a dirty girl.'"
"It's okay to be a dirty girl."
I was half-screaming by now.
"Say, 'I love being a dirty girl.'"
"I love being a dirty girl!"
I'm not sure if my words were coming out in English anymore. They sounded more like something from an animal language.
"Good. Now come for me."
The world melted into a hot lava of delight as I exploded into volcanic convulsions. I screamed as my soul traveled all around the earth in splintered fragments.
It seemed to last an hour, my ass opening and closing, gripping and pushing the plug as my juices flowed out of me. Holy fuck, I'm squirting! I only never did that before. Holy fuck!
As I saw my own ejaculate jetting out of me, I came again even harder. My toes curled up and my legs did a little hanging dance. I almost lost my balance but I put my hand out on the wall ahead of me as my ass fired my body up one more time into an ecstatic delirium and then released me.
As my final cum launched out of me onto the hardwood floor, I felt myself sink down to my knees. The plug fell out of my hand and I heard it thud onto the hardwood as I put both hands onto the floor, breathing in heavy gasps. The spot beneath me was drenched in fluids.
I stayed there like that for a while.
"Very good", said Tristan. "Very very good. I'll get you some things to clean up with. Be right back."
He left the office by another door alongside the same wall through which I entered but at the far end of the room. Slowly my breathing returned to normal. I pulled myself to my feet, slipping and sliding on the mess I created.
I was about to put my skirt back on when he returned with a silver tray. On it were three facecloths, two hand towels, two bath towels, a package of moist wipes, a bar of soap, and a shampoo.
"There is a bathroom through that door down there. Use it to get cleaned up if you like. I also put some clothes in there which I believe will fit you. When you're done, come back in and then out through this door and turn left. I'll be in the lounge."
I nodded, wondering if I was able to speak. He went out.
I took a facecloth off the tray and dabbed my face with it. I took one of each towel, the soap, and the wipes with me and walked down to the other door.
Sure enough, there
was a full bathroom there with a large shower, toilet, and sink. On the sink was a small makeup kit. Everything was done in stunning golden marble. I closed the door behind me.
On a small table were a pair of white cotton panties, a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, a sweater, and a bra. Next to them were some large plastic Ziploc bags. This guy is good.
I took my clothes off, stood in the shower, and turned on the water. A massaging stream of hot clean hit me. I rubbed the soap all over me and relaxed into the wet heat.
I was very careful with my ass. I gently drifted the soap over it, massaging it ever so gently. I was afraid to look at it, afraid I might be able to see up into my throat.
Should I do my hair too? Oh heck, may as well. I shampooed up and let the day wash off me.
When I got out, I found the mirror and bent over. I looked at my ass from between my legs and spread my cheeks.
Hmmm... looks normal. A little red but normal. I had worried what this might do to me in terms of controlling the exit, but I kept reminding myself that a lot of people are having a lot of anal sex all over the place.
I put the clothes on. They fit perfectly. How did he know my size? And where did he get the clothes so fast? Or does he have a stock of female clothes? He is a reputed womanizer, after all.
As I applied the makeup, I thought about that. If you had told me it was Tristan Slade who put a Submissive training notice on a vestibule in Davis Square, I would have laughed at you.
And yet here I am. In Tristan Slade's house putting on makeup and clothes put here for me by Tristan Slade.
Life is weird.
Once I looked less like a train wreck, I stuffed my clothes into one of the Ziploc bags and walked back out into the huge office.
I had planned to clean up the mess I made but I noticed that it was gone. Did he clean it up? Or does he have a housekeeper on call? Wow.
I opened the door and walked out, turning to my left. Tristan Slade sat on a couch. In front of him was a low coffee table on which there was a laptop, a couple of clipboards with papers, and two pens. He was sipping a mug of coffee.
When I entered the room, he stood up and put out his hand.
"Meghan," he said as he extended his hand with a big smile, "nice to finally meet you."
Odd.
"Nice to meet you too," I said as I shook his hand and reflected how strange it was to be saying it to a man who just made me orgasm through my ass. Whatever.
"Sit," he said. "Coffee?"
"Yes, please."
"Cream and sugar?"
"Do you have skim?"
"Just skim?"
"Yes, please."
"Go ahead, sit. I'll be right back."
I sat down on the couch and my eyes fell on the papers. They looked like contracts.
He came back in the room with my coffee and put it on a coaster on the coffee table.
"Thank you, mentor," I said.
"No need for the mentor at the moment. We'll return to that later. Call me Tristan. Right now, let's just relax, have a cup of coffee, and get to know each other."
"Okay," I said.
Who is this Mr. Laid-Back-Easy-Going? And what did he do with my mentor?
He picked up his coffee and looked at me. God, his eyes were intense. Deep and blue, they almost glowed. As he stared at me, it was like they bore a hole right into my heart.
"So tell me a little about yourself," he said.
"Um... I'm a college student. Well, not for much longer. I'm almost finished with my degree in meteorology. I live in Somerville right near the campus."
"No, no", he said. "I didn't ask for a resume. This isn't a job interview. I'd like to know more about you. About the real Meghan."
My mind went blank. I sipped some coffee. Wow, very good. Nice kick.
"Um..." I said. "I'm not sure I can think of anything right now. To be honest, this is all kind of weird."
"Really?" He seemed genuinely surprised. "What so weird about this?"
What's so weird about this? Is he kidding? I could write a list.
"I don't know," I said. "I just... wasn't expecting to--"
"Put the coffee cup down."
"Huh?"
"I said put the coffee cup down... now!"
Mentor was back. I put the cup down.
"On your hands and knees," he said.
I looked at him with an inquisitive expression.
"Don't make me say it again or you will be punished."
I got on the white fluffy rug, down on my hands and knees. My pussy sprang back to life.
He just looked at me with a blank expression. Then his eyes narrowed as he saw what he was looking for.
"You really do respond to domination, don't you?"
How could he tell?
"Yes, mentor," I said.
"When I sat with you here, I'm willing to bet I was treating you like all the other men you have dated. Let's talk, chit-chat, get to know you, all that bullshit. Right? Be honest."
"Yes, mentor," I said.
"And while you like the attention it gets boring after a while, doesn't it? And the more you get bored, the more they turn up the How-can-I-please-you knob, right?"
God, he knows me well.
"Yes, mentor," I said.
"When I command you, it's a way of talking unlike anything you've ever experienced, right?"
I had an instant flashback to when I was at a house party with booze and weed.
"Once," I said.
"Tell me."
"I was at a house party and the cops arrived."
"And..."
"And they commanded us to break up the party."
"They commanded you?"
"Yes," I said, my mouth becoming dry.
"Did they arrest you?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I sweet-talked one of them out of arresting me and my friend. Eight others had the cuffs put on them but that cop let us escape."
Tristan stood up and moved toward me. He crouched down on his haunches and put his lips next to my ear. I could feel his breath sending trails of hot air down my neck. Yep, fully wet again.
"I know your secret about that night, Meghan."
I closed my eyes.
"Yes, I think you do."
"It's so obvious to me but most everybody else would miss it."
I was shaking now. A cauldron of energy was lit again deep inside me, swimming around in waves.
"You were disappointed," he said. "You were so excited to be commanded by the police officer who I'm willing to bet was young and good-looking, am I right?"
"Uh-huh," I said, my hips moving back and forth as I remembered the young officer and his total domination of the scene that night.
"But you were disappointed that you were not arrested. You were disappointed that you were able to manipulate the young officer into letting you and your friend go, right?"
"Uh-huh," I said.
"You were disappointed that he turned into a wuss like all the other men you know, right?"
"Uh-huh."
"Because secretly deep down you wanted him to cuff you and throw you forcefully into the back of the cruiser. To have all control taken away from you would have made you all wet and horny, wouldn't it?"
His voice was nothing but a whisper now, a direct line to my throbbing clit through my ear.
"Yes," I said.
It came out as a whimper. I had never told anyone about this, but this man pulled it right out of me. Like he knew right where to go... right to the secret part of my brain where I stored that memory.
"You wanted those cuffs on you. You wanted to be thrown roughly into a jail cell, the officer locking the door behind him."
"Yes!" I said, another orgasm building.
"You would have been free in those cuffs, free to explore the dirty girl inside you."
"Yes!"
"Free to let her out with wild abandon. Because anything that you feel and experience while someone else controls you
isn't your fault."
"Yes!"
"Nobody can blame you. And it can stay a secret. There's nothing wrong with that."
"Yes!"
"This is our little secret, Meghan. Just you and me. The fact that you're here on your hands and knees at my command about to have another orgasm from nothing but the sound of my voice. You fucking dirty little whore!"
"Yes, mentor!"
I was shaking uncontrollably now. He moved a tiny bit closer without touching me.
"Come for me now, Meghan. Come for me, you dirty filthy little slut. Show me what a fucking dirty girl you are!"
I exploded again, ripples of pleasure moving all through me as I writhed back and forth on my hands and knees. I let out a loud long groan.
Shit, what is it with this guy? How does he know me so well? How does he remote control me with just his voice?
He stood up.
"Up on the couch," he said. "Sit."
Still shaking, I climbed up on the couch from the floor. He was busy filling things in on the clipboards.
"Meghan," he said without looking up, "I'm very pleased with you. You're going to get a lot out of sexual fulfillment training."
"Sexual fulfillment training?" I said.
"Yes."
Those weren't the two little words.
"I thought you called it submission training in that ad."
He frowned and glared at me.
"You're a little too smart for your own good, Meghan. Yes, that's what the ad said. But submission is only one aspect of sexuality. My goal is to bring out the sexual being within you so you can be your true self in future relationships."
But I don't want future relationships! I want you!
"Oh, and by the way, I have no collars. There is no dungeon here. No whips. No chains. My way is much more subtle. I teach at a much deeper level within the human mind."
I just stared at him. Is this just a game to him? Didn't he see something special in me?
"If you'll just take a look over this contract," Tristan said. "It's just a formality. You agree to enter into sexual fulfillment training. This is not a relationship, nor is it a sexual relationship between you and me. There may be some physical contact between us but by signing this agreement you agree it will be purely in the context of your training."
"May I ask a question, mentor?"
"Yes."
"What's in it for you?"
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