"Yes, it does. The submissive can be that way, as well. She is alluring, tempting, divine … and unless the Dom is prepared for what might be hiding under her beautiful exterior, she can be harmful to both of them. We approach her with respect and need to take extra care to protect ourselves during the melting process, so that we don't lose focus of the goal. How we approach her is dependent on her state of being. For the one who is soft like a powdery snow bank, we gently scoop her up and put her in a place to slowly melt away any coldness within. For the one who has frozen solid, we have to use a pick or a chainsaw to break her down. We even might have to apply heat to speed up the melting process for her own well-being. Regardless of the process, the results are the same. In the end, she is pure, sweet, refreshing, and able to give life to a parched soul. That is my personal desire for you."
"It is?"
"You want to teach children, right? You will not only teach them, but you will water them and help them grow to reach their greatest potentials. You will learn how to do this through your own training. D&S translates to the outside world in a very powerful way. It produces real leaders and people who genuinely care and understand what others experience. It removes judgmental attitudes and self-righteous beliefs. It humbles and molds us into better people."
"Us? Like Doms too?"
"It certainly should. If we don't recognize how our behavior, choices, and communication affect other people in the vanilla community, then how can we expect to be good examples for our subs? I can never demand things from you that I contradict in my own life."
The crunching of the snow under the tires grew louder as they pulled into the driveway. Piper paused. "Does that mean you can't tell me to cut back on my Red Bulls if you are sucking down five-hour energy drinks through the day and refuse to cut back?"
"Precisely. Put that jacket back on."
"But it's only two seconds to the front door," Piper sulked.
"I didn't ask you to put the jacket on, young lady. Mind me."
"Oh, all right. You are so mean."
"That I am. And you love every minute of it." Jeoff tilted his head. "Care to deny it?"
"I plead the Fifth Amendment. Oh, stop gloating!"
***
"I'm really nervous," Piper admitted as the darkness set in and Jeoff asked if she was ready to begin. They had been cuddling on the couch, watching the snow blow lightly across the window in soft, fluttering fragments. The outside lights transformed the flakes into tiny glowing fairies that danced playfully among the evergreen boughs. The only sound was that of the crackling fire and gentle whistles of the wind through the high roof. Piper kissed him, her body craving to feel his within her. She had never desired a man the way she did this one. He had awakened her femininity, and with that, her passion.
"That is why you will start with a long, hot bubble bath and a glass of wine," he smiled. "Go to my bedroom and follow the instructions I left for you."
Piper nodded and gracefully untangled herself from his arms. He snatched her wrist and pressed his lips against hers. "Trust me."
Piper entered the bedroom, taking a moment to look around. Jeoff had lit candles strategically around the large chamber, forcing shadows to flicker against the walls. Padded wrist and ankle cuff hung neatly from leather straps attached to the four bed posters, and the comforter was strewn with dried lavender stalks. Piper inhaled, her senses already starting to merge with the mood of the room. She felt romanced, wooed, and virginal, and with those feelings came ones of excitement, shyness, and fear. A note was pinned to the bathroom door.
The journey you take tonight will touch every one of your senses. For now, allow the sight, sounds, taste, and touch to come alive in you. Step into the bath and press the button marked 'Piper' … Do not pleasure yourself.
Piper smiled at the last instruction. What made him think she would do that? She lifted her foot and placed it cautiously into the steaming water of the tub. She eased down and gasped as the heat pleasantly shocked her naked body. She reached for the glass of chilled wine next to a luminous candle and pressed the button on the control panel.
The lights automatically dimmed, and invisible speakers piped music around her head. Piper moaned as the pulsing water caressed her body, the bubbling streams glittering under the tub's submersed lights. Frothy suds began to form and wrapped around her exposed shoulders and neck in a fragrant, white silky cloud. Piper sipped the wine, taking a moment to taste its sweetness. The orchestration played around her, its volume low, forcing her to listen carefully to the unusual choice of music. The selections were not those she would have anticipated for a romantic evening. The pieces varied from the seductive Ravel's Bolero and Rachmaninoff's Prelude in C-Sharp Minor, and progressed to themes of warfare with bounding baselines and hypnotizing chants. The music was primal, demanding, and purely sensual.
Her body began to respond as she imagined Jeoff's cock plunging into her hungry core, deeply embedding himself and withdrawing to the strong, warlike beat of the kettledrums. She began to undulate under the water, pumping her body to the rhythm. Her mind's eyes imagined him a gladiator who held her with her hair wrapped tightly around his fist as he plunged his thick, long shaft into the silky confines of her womanhood. She barely opened her eyes as she felt a hand touch her breasts beneath the bubbles. The fingers coaxed her nipple to a peak before rolling it between the pads. Piper threw her head back and purred as Jeoff's mouth found the delicate hollow of her throat and began to softly taste and kiss her. She released an exhalation of delight, arching her back to allow his mouth access to her rosy, hard nipples. His lips suckled and drew the hardened buds into his mouth to feast as though they were sweet, luscious berries.
Just once, his hand drifted under the soft bubbles, over her soft, smooth belly and between her thighs. He did not touch her pussy, resting his palm upon her inner thigh, just above the delicate crease. When she pleaded for more of his touch, Jeoff covered her eyes with a silken blindfold. He turned the jets to low, while his hand continuing to massage the inner thigh, occasionally brushing a stray finger over her mons. He did not touch her clit, bringing her to an even greater level of arousal than before.
"Stand."
His voice was low, almost gravelly. With his help, Piper obeyed, grateful of the blindfold. It removed her timidities about her nakedness, and filled her with a feeling of power. It made no sense. Why would a blindfold make her feel so invincible? Was it because she could focus on the thudding of the spellbinding music?
"This night is about you. It is my gift in appreciation of the one you gave me: your submission," Jeoff said, drying her carefully with the fluffy towel. "You may stop at any time if you feel overwhelmed or need a break. I will take you to your limits for the first time tonight, and you will face the beginning of conquering your fears. I will go slowly and take as much time as you need to reach a place of peace. I will ask you one last time. Do you trust me?"
"I do."
"Then come and allow me to take you to paradise," he said, lifting Piper easily in his arms and carrying her to the bed. He brushed the lavender sprigs from the duvet and laid her facedown on the mattress. He swiftly secured fur-lined cuffs around all her appendages and sat down upon the edge of the bed.
"Are you comfortable?"
"Yes."
"Good. Take a deep breath and inhale the scent of the lavender. There is a little bit of sandalwood and frankincense in there to relax you. Let the aroma bring you to a state of contentment as you listen to the music. I will be increasing the volume as the night progresses, and offering you water. Express your needs as they occur, but try not to talk in excess. It is about the senses this evening."
He had matched the softness of his voice with the background music, his hand running along the length of her back and trailing from the spine to the curved crease between her pale cheeks. This was the first time he had seen her naked, yet Piper felt no shame or embarrassment. The environment, coupled with her blind state and the sensual touch o
f his hand, felt right . There were no other words to describe it.
The music grew louder, his caresses more insistent. Piper sharply inhaled as his hand landed solidly across her bottom, while the music sent forth a deep downbeat of a distant drum. His hand fell a second time on the eighth count, and she felt his fingers trail along the backs of her thighs as he elongated the musical measure. Twice more his palm met flesh on the eighth beat, and the music ascended as the spanks descended on the fourth beat. Piper twitched her foot as she felt the sharp pain radiate through her body, quickly relaxing as Jeoff counterpoised the smack with a delicate stroke of his palm.
Within minutes, Piper began to lift her bottom to meet his hand, the pain no longer distracting her. The biting slap, followed by the tingling heat and tickling caresses made her ache with desire. The spanks paused, his hand never leaving her skin, and she felt the buttery soft strokes of multiple fingers tingling across her bare back.
"This is a flogger," Jeoff explained, trailing the tips from the back of her neck down to her ankles. "It is purely for pleasure. I'll start slow and then build in intensity."
Pleasure was not the word Piper used to describe the sensation of this device. It was blissful, the heavy thudding of the suede tongues massaging every inch of her exposed flesh. He lashed it across her back, her buttocks, thighs, and calves, increasing the strength of the stroke with each beat.
"I'm in love with that thing," Piper mumbled. There was no pain, only blissful kisses of the tails as it awakened every nerve of her body.
"The flogger is the ultimate reward for most subs," Jeoff said, running the tips down her body again. "There are different types for different purposes and sensations. This one is a fifty-tailed butter elk. One day I will suspend you and perform a Florentine technique on you with two of these. Do you like that idea?"
"Mmm, sounds heavenly. Don't stop …."
"There is much more to show you. Now, shhh …"
Piper squeaked as another sensation struck her bottom. Like the flogger, it was thuddy and caressing, but the tips left a warm sting behind them. She exhaled and melted against the mattress as the leather rose-tailed whip descended on her body.
"This is also for pleasure. There are five braided tails, each different lengths and ending in a leather rose. Used correctly, I can mark you with pleasure. Would you like to feel it?"
"Yessssss …"
Piper bucked as the whip kissed her back, each rose embedding into her skin and settling there with a warm prickle. "It hurts … but I can't get enough. This is so weird …."
"Your endorphins are beginning to kick in, and your body won't be able to differentiate between pleasure and pain. It will just want sensation. We will come back to the whip and flogger at the end. I promise."
He chuckled at her protest, running his hand along her bottom again. Piper felt him slide another implement across her cheeks.
"This is a neoprene paddle. I'm going to let you taste leather, then wood. We will leave the Delrin, acrylic, and rubber implements for a later time."
"How many implements do you have?"
"I lost count. Relax now."
Piper jumped at the first smack of the neoprene paddle. By the feel, she could tell it was long and narrow, its bite enough to produce a hearty warmth that lasted several seconds. The paddle cracked across her bottom, always in time to the music. The sensation changed as leather replaced the neoprene, and Piper whimpered against the cold sharpness of the edges. She wanted more and begged him to strike harder. She drifted into a void as her body's desires took over her sensibilities.
The songs of war escalated around her and she felt herself falling into a world that had no space or time. She purred with the heavy fall of the leather tawse as it wrapped across the span of her bottom. The waspish nibbles of the cane made her ache to be penetrated. The harsh crack of the wooden paddle made her beg for something more. The music grew louder, more demanding, and she screamed as the prison strap licked her crimson bottom. The pain sent her over the edge and she disappeared from the present world.
She awoke, still naked, rocking in Jeoff's arms. Her body began to tremble and tears tumbled from her eyes. "What's wrong with me? I can't breathe … Jeoff!"
"Stay calm, baby. Listen to me," his voice was so soft that she strained to hear him. "Inhale … in … there you go. Now let it out. Again…"
"W-what's wrong? I can't stop shaking. How can I be both freezing and hot? Jeoff! I'm scared."
"You're fine. Let's just bring you back to the present and give your body a chance to adjust. Drink this. It's just juice. That's my good girl."
Piper obediently sipped the peach nectar as he brought the glass to her lips. His grip around her was tight, and she realized that he had bundled her snugly into a blanket. Unexpectedly, the tears began to pour, and she sobbed into his shoulder, unable to verbalize what was happening inside her mind or body. She felt terror and safety, turmoil and peace. Jeoff continued to rock her, making her sip the juice and soothing her with words of praise.
"You are amazing. I have never seen anyone drift into subspace that quickly, especially a newbie. You have touched a different plane of existence tonight and will never be satisfied with anything else."
"What happened? I barely remember anything, except pure bliss. It was ... I can't explain."
"Your memory will come back after your body regulates itself. Your endorphins took over and put you into what we call subspace. It's very unusual to happen this soon, but then you have a wonderful trainer."
"Haha, and a humble one. You are so full of yourself, aren't you?" Piper sniffed, starting to calm down. "I'm sorry you didn't get a lot of time to experiment …."
"We were at it for over an hour, and you took quite a bit. How much do you remember?"
"It didn't seem that long." Piper thought carefully, snuggling into his chest. You used the flogger and rose whip … and the neoprene paddle. I think there was a strap, and maybe a wood paddle?"
"I'll show you everything later," Jeoff laughed, squeezing her. "You will have a nicely-colored bottom for a day or so, if I'm not mistaken. You melted right into the session, as if you belonged there. I have never been more aroused in my life. It took all my self-control not to make love to you."
Piper nipped his arm. "I wouldn't have minded."
"You wouldn't have remembered! FYI, I prefer my lovemaking to be memorable. I assure you that I am very generous in that department."
"Mmm, that would be a nice change. We could …"
"Sleep right now. It is after two in the morning, and we both work tomorrow. Would you like to stay with me?"
Piper's eyes lit up at his invitation. She nodded, kissing him as he carried her back into the bedroom. The music was no longer playing, and the candles had been blown out.
"What's wrong? You look disappointed," Jeoff asked as he settled her on the bed, after pulling back the heavy coverings.
"The room feels different. It's not so fairytale-ish anymore. I know it's stupid, but …"
"Not stupid at all. I transformed it for you to be a place of mystery. Every time we session, I will give you that mood. It is important for every part of you to be able to relax and let go."
"We should try doing it while I'm drunk," she giggled.
Jeoff shook his head. "No. I will not conduct a session if either one of us is under the influence of anything. It is not responsible …."
"Not even a little? I could …"
"No, Piper. You are too new to this, and sometimes the vulnerability that accompanies a session can open the door to a lot of turmoil that you need to be able to handle. Please, trust me here. I allowed you some wine last night because it was your first time, but no more. Move over. You take up the whole bed, and you are smaller than a carrot."
"I am not."
"Yes you are. Which brings me to the point. You need to stop losing weight. I understand your wanting to drop what you have gained, but you are past that now. No more. It's not healthy."
"I want to toss off another ten pounds. I need to …"
"What are you? A size four, now? When we met, you have already gone down from an eight to a five-six. No more, okay?"
"We will talk about this tomorrow. In the meantime, you need to hold me. OW!" Piper squealed as he squeezed her tender bottom.
"The discussion is over. I'm in charge now. Good-night, Sweet P."
"Night, Grandpa … OW!"
Chapter 8
Piper rose to the sound of hail drumming against the window of Jeoff's room. The sky was bleak and gray, and the wind whipped the trees, throwing the remaining snow off the branches. She groaned and plopped back down next to Jeoff's solid, warm body. Sliding her hand under his flannel pajama top, Piper explored the feel of his skin before resting her lips upon his back. Her hand drifted around to his waist, outlining the ridge of muscle that covered his stomach.
"Sleep," he grumbled, capturing her hand and holding it against him.
"No sleep," Piper pinched him gently. "Cuddle."
With a grunt, Jeoff flipped over. He enveloped her in muscular arms and pinned her under his left leg.
"I think there's a ping-pong ball sticking in my back. Can you move it?" Piper giggled.
"That's no ping-pong ball, missy, and if you keep up the sassiness, you're gonna wake up to a bun-warming," Jeoff said, groggily.
"I'm already awake. How can I … eeek!" she squealed as he quickly sat up and sent her squirming over his lap. "Ow! Hey! I was just playing, you big meanie! OWOWOW! Stop it! I'm still sore from last night!" she begged, both protesting and laughing as his hand cracked sharply across her sensitive backside.
"Hmm, I think I like waking up to this gorgeous little bottom under my hand. We should do this every time you spend the night."
"Noooo! Stop, please?" Piper kicked, squirming to escape. With an exasperated grunt, she ceased her struggles. Jeoff landed two more wallops and released her.
"Are you gonna behave now?" he asked, rubbing his neck.
"Probably not," Piper giggled. "It's so icky out. Do we really have to go to work?"
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