She looked down at his fingers pinching her nipples then looked at Charles; staring directly in his eyes she whispered, “Harder.” A wicked grin crossed his face and she was rewarded with even more pressure on her sensitive buds causing her to moan with delicious pain. After a couple more minutes he released his hold on her burning nipples and she was again surprised by the intense pleasure flooding into them after they were set free from his strong grip.
She felt he was getting close to an orgasm when he looked at her and asked, “You told me you really love sucking cock, how do you feel about me coming in your mouth?”
“Yes, oh yes, definitely love it, I want you to come in my mouth, baby.”
She climbed off of his rigid pole and moved to his side on the bed, on her knees, and brought her mouth down on his shaft. She began to work her mouth up and down, taking him fully down her throat and using her hand to also stroke his cock. With her expert technique it only took a couple of minutes to get him ready to explode.
“Jenni, I’m going to come,” Charles moaned.
She showed her approval by moving her mouth and hand even faster and was quickly rewarded by hot cum in the back of her throat. Never in the past had she ever felt so much cum spurting into her mouth. She let out a small moaning sound as she continued to suck Charles’s cock to let him know how happy she was to drink his cum.
She kept her mouth moving, wanting to milk every drop, and then slowly licked up and down his shaft and lovingly cleaned the head with her tongue to get every last bit. Charles reached down to grab her shoulders and pulled her up to him, kissing her deeply, his cum still on her mouth and her pussy juices on his. They lay together kissing deeply for several minutes, finally just holding each other close.
Jenni sighed contentedly. She felt so comfortable, so safe in his arms, different than with anyone she had ever been with. She remembered how only an hour earlier she was worried about whether she could trust Charles fully, wondering if she had made a mistake by allowing herself to be so vulnerable.
Now that seemed silly; she felt so completely safe with him, and she knew from now on she would trust him to do anything to her. He had already showed her so much she had never known existed. As she drifted off to sleep in his arms, she wondered what other adventures he had in store for her.
Chapter Ten
Before she left the next morning, Charles invited Jenni to an event the next day at a winery where he was a wine club member. Jenni agreed enthusiastically, she loved visiting the wine country and this would be their first date in daylight hours.
Charles added one caveat. “I would like to request you wear a skirt and no panties,” he said a smile.
“Well, I guess we had good results with that last night, so sounds good to me,” she laughed.
Charles picked her up a little after noon on Sunday. Jenni was wearing a short denim skirt and a cute buttoned blouse. As requested she had left off her panties, and she had decided on her own to leave off her bra. It definitely made her feel sexier to be completely available to Charles, and it made her feel like a bit of a bad girl.
They were headed up Highway 101 chatting about wine when Charles reached over and his hand slid over her thigh to gently stroke her pussy. “Thank you for dressing as I requested, and it looks like you improvised some too.” He smiled as his hand went up to cup her breast through her blouse.
“I’m glad you approve.” She smiled at him. “Can we talk about something?” She had a lot on her mind from Friday night.
“Of course, baby, always.”
“Friday night you told me you were a dominant, and then I surrendered to you and you tied me up. Is that what they call a scene?”
“Yes, that would qualify in the BDSM world as a scene, and in fact it was a very lovely scene.”
Jenni smiled, “I thought it was very lovely too. So naturally I’ve heard of BDSM but really I don’t know anything about it so I went online to learn more, and now I’m totally confused.”
Charles laughed, “You know what they say about opinions, they are like assholes; everyone has one. Well, in the world of BDSM there are a lot of assholes with a lot of opinions. What in particular was confusing?”
“Well, it seems like people argue a lot about whether something is ‘allowed’ in BDSM. Like some people say you can never drink when doing a scene. And other people argue about if someone is a ‘slave’ or just a ‘submissive’—what’s the difference?
“Okay, well let’s take the first one—‘the rules.’ First off in my opinion there are only two absolute rules and they are first, whatever is going on must be physically and emotionally safe, no permanent harm can happen. And second it must be totally consensual between two adults who are clearly in a position to make a choice. In other words if you’re coercing someone, taking advantage of someone who is drunk or in any way making someone do something they truly do not want to be doing then it is abuse, not BDSM. And if you cause someone irreparable harm physically or emotionally then it is not BDSM.”
“Are there people involved in BDSM who are abusive?” Jenni was concerned about hearing the word abuse.
“Unfortunately yes, it does happen for both dominants and submissives.” Charles sighed with resignation. “Luckily it is a small percentage and they are easily spotted by those in the community.”
“So there is a community? Are they the ones who make up the rules?”
Charles smiled, “Well, there is a community because people who share an interest in this lifestyle do tend to hang out together and there are events and websites and such. But there is no person or group making up or enforcing any rules, rules are always up to the individuals involved.”
Jenni nodded, glad to hear it was a more casual than formal community.
“For example,” Charles continued, “the rule about no drinking or doing any drugs is for me at times a good rule to follow and at other times more of a personal choice. So the scene we did in my bedroom was very safe and it was totally fine we had drunk some sake. Neither one of us was in any way impaired and having a little buzz was just part of a very fun evening.”
“I’d definitely agree about the fun part,” Jenni grinned.
Charles smiled, “For other scenes it would not be appropriate to be impaired in any way, if for instance you’re doing heavy bondage, or electrical play or any type of knife play.”
Electrical play, knife play, yikes, thought Jenni. Some of this might be too much for me. She decided to wait and ask about that later.
“In those cases the dom needs to be sober because he has the safety of the submissive in his hands and the submissive must be sober because she has to be able to answer honestly about what is happening and to use her safe word if needed. Also if you’re a dom and at a public party and you will be playing with someone who is not your regular partner, then I think you should be sober because you do not know the person and you need all your senses to protect the person while playing with them.”
Jenni pondered those last comments. “So you have played at public parties, with submissives you didn’t know?”
“Not often, but yes, I’ve gone to parties when I didn’t have a submissive partner and played with others.”
Jenni contemplated asking more about public parties but decided to wait on that too as she had another more pressing question. “So what is all the fuss about who is a ‘slave?’ I saw online chats where people got really angry about that.”
Charles let out a sigh, “Yeah, it’s amazing how much energy people put into questions like that, and a lot of them are online people who have never even done BDSM in real life.”
“So not all submissives are slaves?”
“No, many are not what would be defined as slaves, just submissives. There is a document circulating in the BDSM world which outlines the ‘levels of submission’ and it goes from occasional bedroom BDSM play all the way to a full time live-in slave who is told what to do at all times. There are some people who feel only someone in tha
t last category can be called a slave.”
“So if someone was a slave they would be kept a prisoner?” Jenni did not like the sound of ‘full time live-in slave’ she knew that would never be her.
“Not really, that person would have voluntarily given themselves to be in service full time. However, I think that type of slave is mostly a myth. I know some people try it, but to me it seems to be so much work. As the dom you would have to take care of the person who was the slave for twenty-four hours a day. Tell them everything they have to do all day long, buy their clothes for them, tell them what and when to eat, etc.”
“It doesn’t sound like much fun for either,” Jenni opined.
“I tend to agree but I also try to refrain from judging others. There are many people who would think what we did on Friday night was perverted,” Charles said with a small chuckle.
“Well, I’m pretty convinced you’re a big pervert,” Jenni replied with a smirk.
“Yeah, and you’re taking to it like a duck to water.” Charles grinned and continued, “The overwhelming majority of men and women, who practice BDSM would fall into what would be called one of the lower levels of submission. Like I mentioned before, those levels go from only doing scenes occasionally and only in the bedroom all the way to having BDSM be a very big part of your everyday life.” Jenni wondered where Charles wanted to be on that spectrum. “And in all those cases most of the doms I know like to call their submissives ‘slave’ because it’s a fun part of the play.”
“And the submissives would call their dom—‘master?’” Jenni inquired.
“Generally speaking yes, though some subs call their dom ‘sir’ instead, and many use both terms. Basically using the terms master and slave is fun shorthand, it reminds you that you have a different relationship from what we call ‘vanilla.’”
“I had questions about that too, the term vanilla,” Jenni said as they pulled into the winery parking lot.
Charles leaned over and gave Jenni a peck on the cheek, “We can continue our discussion on the way home, my sweet. Let’s go enjoy some wine.”
“Sounds good,” Jenni responded cheerfully but her head was filled with even more questions, the biggest being what did Charles want from her and now what did she want from him? Was she a submissive? Could she actually call someone ‘master?’
The winery had set up a large tent to house the special event. Charles went up to the registration table to give his information and came back with two wine glasses. As they strolled into the tent Jenni saw several wine pouring stations had been set up along with a long buffet of food. The food and wine was free for the wine club members because the winery knew these were the people most likely to buy more of their wine.
Jenni noticed a small group waving at Charles, and he waved back and took her hand to head over to them. There were two couples; one looked to be in their mid thirties and the other couple was probably in their mid to late forties.
The older gentleman shook Charles’s hand. “I told the others I knew we would see you—no way would Charles pass up such a decadent affair!”
“You got that right,” Charles answered with a laugh. “Jack this is my girlfriend, Jenni. Jenni, this is Jack and his wife Elizabeth, and that’s Dan and his girlfriend Amanda.”
Jenni had to bite her lip to stop from making a noise because Charles had called her his girlfriend; she realized she loved hearing those words. As Jenni shook hands with everyone, Charles explained he had worked with Elizabeth and Dan at a prior company and they all loved wine so they had joined the wine club together several years ago.
While Charles was filling her in on their background Jenni noticed Elizabeth definitely giving her the once over. When Charles was talking with Dan she slid over next to Jenni.
“You must be something special to snare Charles, he has been on the loose for a long time,” Elizabeth said with a definite edge to her voice.
“Just lucky I guess.” Jenni smiled sweetly thinking, envious much?
She followed Charles over to one of the wine stations. “How about some Zinfandel, baby?”
“Sure,” she responded holding her glass out to the server who poured a good size tasting of the berry flavored red wine.
“So girlfriend, huh?” she looked at him with a sweet smile.
“Yeah, it kind of surprised me too. I opened my mouth to introduce you and that’s what popped out.” He looked her directly in the eyes. “But it’s the way I feel. Do you object?”
Looking back at him just as directly, she responded, “Not at all… I feel the same and it made me very happy when you introduced me as your girlfriend.” She set her wine glass down and reached her hands up to pull his face down to hers and gave him a deep kiss, her lips lingering on his sexy mouth. “Which makes you my boyfriend,” she whispered.
They wandered around the tent, trying a number of very good, if very young wines. The food was typical for Sonoma valley, fresh, locally sourced, and delicious.
There was a small jazz trio playing in one corner of the tent, lending a wonderful ambience. The weather was beautiful and it was one of those days in the wine country that made Jenni really happy to live in Northern California.
After they had been there a while there was a call for anyone who wanted to go on a tour of the winery. Charles decided he wanted to do the tour so off they went. They toured the wine making facilities and then headed over to a tour of the wine caves. The winery had built the cave into the side of a hill and it was dark and cool with rows and rows of wooden oak barrels of varying sizes.
Charles kept his pace slower and slower so eventually he and Jenni ended up at the back of the tour group and then, as the group rounded a corner, he grabbed Jenni’s hand and pulled her down a row of barrels. He went down one row and then turned down another so they were well away from the normal path. With a mischievous smile, he pulled her to him.
“I should have guessed you would have something dirty on your mind,” she giggled.
“You inspire me to new heights of dirtiness.” He winked.
He pulled her closer and they spent a couple of minutes kissing passionately. Then his hand went up under her skirt to stroke her pussy, which was already wet and ready. He moved up and down, stroking her labia and her clit. “We’ll have to make this a quickie before we’re missed from the tour.”
He turned Jenni around. “Bend over and prop your hands on that barrel.”
Jenni’s eyes widened but she did as she was told. Charles pulled her skirt up. “Spread your legs more.” She felt his fingers grazing her pussy and could feel she was already wet. She seemed to always be wet for him. She heard his zipper coming down and immediately felt the head of his cock pushing inside her; she pushed back so his hardness could slide in. Once again she was thrilled by how perfectly his cock filled her pussy; it was like they were made for each other.
Bent over, her legs spread; she met Charles thrust for thrust, his cock pounding her pussy. She loved being fucked like this, in public; the danger of being caught, how he took her hard and fast, and how good his cock felt. She felt his hands slide up under her blouse and grab her breasts. He squeezed them roughly as his thrusts got harder and harder. He then reached his hand down and his finger found her clit.
“Yes… fuck me hard, baby… fuck me rough…” she moaned.
His fingers worked her clit perfectly and within a couple of minutes she had a lovely little orgasm. Charles started moving faster and faster, and she knew she was going to get a sweet load of her boyfriend’s seed, and it made her excited.
Another minute later she heard Charles grunt quietly as he shot his seed deep into her pussy. She continued to push back into him until he was done and his cock slipped out. Without thinking, she bent down to clean off his cock with her mouth and he moaned in pleasure.
He pulled her up and kissed her, his tongue lingering in her mouth. “Thanks baby, that was awesome. We better get back to the tour, before we’re missed.”
Th
ey rejoined the group to finish the tour and then headed back to the tent. They saw Charles’s friends and made their way over to them.
“So how was the tour?” Dan asked.
“Very informative,” Jenni answered, stifling a giggle. At that very moment Jenni felt Charles’s cum leaking out of her pussy and down her thigh. Before being with Charles she would have excused herself and gone to the bathroom to clean up. Now she was almost hoping Elizabeth would see it; she wanted everyone to know Charles had just fucked her and how happy she was.
Jenni and Charles spent some more time nibbling food and tasting wine and were getting ready to go, when Dan came up to Charles.
“Hey Charles, can we hitch a ride with you guys back to the City? Jack and Elizabeth have decided they want to do more wine tasting and then have dinner in Sonoma, but we already have plans for this evening.”
“Sure, Dan, no problem,” Charles answered, shooting Jenni a glance which told her he wasn’t happy either but had no choice.
While Jenni chatted cheerfully with Dan and Amanda on the way home, on the inside she was bummed. She had wanted to talk more with Charles about BDSM and about their relationship. She also wanted him to play with her pussy, maybe he would have had her masturbate for him like she had done Friday night.
She knew of course they could do none of that with Dan and Amanda in the back seat. She realized if they had a couple in the back seat that were in the BDSM community then they could have discussed anything, and Charles might even have been able to play with her.
All of the sudden she realized exactly what vanilla meant. The couple in the back seat was a vanilla couple and she and Charles were not. Jenni smiled to herself, content for the moment with her new discovery.
Chapter Eleven
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