by Anthology
From experience however, he kind of knew she was not going anywhere anytime soon. He took his time savouring the golden liqueur in his glass even as she stood with her fingers linked together behind her back, awaiting his approval of her drink mixing capability.
“Mmm... That’s very good!” Dante said after taking a couple more sips, and then he handed the glass back to her.
“Thank you Sir, I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She said glowing with pride that Sir was pleased with her handiwork.
Dante noted how she had come to increasingly crave his approval. He was glad she was already beginning to accept it as a part of her recently discovered inner freak which she needs to embrace and explore even more.
“You can drink up too pet,” once again the rich timbre of his voice brought her out of her reverie. She took a greedy gulp of her own drink as though she was trying to quench the fire that was burning within her. She coughed as the golden liquid burnt an unforgiving trail down her throat.
“Easy pet…” Dante admonished, fixing her with a disapproving stare that conveyed his thoughts clearly.
‘Do not ruin the evening with your clumsiness.’
The weight of his stare was not lost on her as she looked embarrassed.
CHAPTER THREE
INNER FREAK UNLEASHED
Dante was certain she understood the warning; he was almost certain she had been fantasizing about being spanked by him. He remembered vividly how much she had enjoyed their role play, especially the virtual spanking part of it.
Although he wouldn’t quite classify her as ‘Pain Freak’, it was however hard not to acknowledge that even she would find the idea of man spanking her bare butt with his open palm sensually arousing.
He watched Nora stumble slightly, and then hold on to the arm of a nearby chair to steady herself. She was obviously lost in her own little world, and he wished he could read her thoughts at that moment.
“Oh fuck, please... please don’t do this to me...” Nora words caught even Dante off guard. It sounded like a protest even though it was impossible to determine what she might be protesting
“Don’t do what to you, pet?” Sir’s voice amplified his surprise.
Still holding onto the arm of the chair, Nora looked flushed, with a thin film of sweat gracing her brows despite the air conditioning.
“Um... I um... wasn’t... Nothing Sir...” Nora stuttered, groping for something to explain away her distraction. She had apparently realized she had voiced her thoughts out loud, enough for Sir to hear them.
“You do recall that I warned you about letting you mind wander off to La La Land, yeah?” It was a rhetorical question to which he didn’t even pause for an answer.
“Right, that is it. I will not brook disobedience from my submissive pet....” Dante said in a decisive tone even as he held her gaze.
Nora just stood there, seemingly powerless and vulnerable apparently to do with her as he pleased.
“You wondered off again despite my earlier warning that you pay attention...” he continued, his eyes burning with liquid fire intended to cut right through Nora.
“This is however not the time to administer the punishment for your infraction. I’ll deal with that later. In the meantime, I will not allow you to ruin the special treat I have planned.
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Dante gestured for his pet to take her place at the center of the room where he had conspicuously placed a single arm chair.
“Did you prepare yourself as I instructed you to?” He asked her with an almost royal grace.
“Yes Sir... I did exactly as you instructed...” Nora averted her gaze, slightly bowing her head in deference as she answered his question.
“Show me.” He promptly commanded her to disrobe.
He had expected Nora would have reluctantly overcome the shame of humiliation before eventually succumbing to the thrill of submission and only then rushed through the process of stripping for Him.
But seeing as she was already two strikes down, he wasn’t surprised that she was trying hard to avoid incurring Sir’s wrath. She went with the flow and took that walk on the wild side pliantly.
Slowly and with the grace of a well fed Cheshire cat, she cupped her breasts through her little black dress, and then caressed her sides down to her waist.
When she lifted her face for that thrilling visual connection with him; Dante feigned boredom and maintained a passive stare.
If his intention was to show her he was not impressed with her deviation from his instruction, his pet clearly had other ideas. She must know there would be hell to pay later for her wilfulness, yet she carried on with her show.
Dante leaned back into the wall behind him for support. With only his intense brown eyes moving, he followed her every move intently as she caressed her wide voluptuous hips and carried on her strip tease.
She reached behind her to unzip her dress and then seductively slid the left arm off her shoulder. She repeated the movement for the right arm and a few twists and gyrating turns of her hips later, the dress was around her waist.
She turned around and then looked over her shoulder at Sir, giving him a naughty wink that promised so much more before she bent over at the waist. With her pert derriere pointing straight back at him, she slid her dress over her ass and then down her silken thighs until it hit the floor around her three inch stiletto clad feet.
The silent sexual tension in the room was suddenly punctuated by Dante’s sharp intake of air when he first sighted her unclad ass, and then again when she wiggled her ass at him.
When she cast one more glance back at him, he followed her eyes only to discover the trigger for the mischievous smile on her naughty face.
The crotch of his pant hosted a huge tent, an undeniable testimonial to his submissive pet’s success in stoking the embers of lust deep in him
‘Oh my god! What have I unleashed?’ Dante thought.
He had watched with keen interest Nora’s journey from a rather brusque Vanilla woman with a hidden inner freak she didn’t even know existed, to one with a healthy curiosity for kinky pleasure.
Looking intently as she attempted to throw him off balance with her titillating striptease, he was secretly pleased that she was finally making her transcendence from Vanilla to kinky under his guidance.
He eyed her beautiful round ass lasciviously and then when her dress fell to her feet and she began to wiggle her butt, he felt himself harden. The stirring in his loins was growing quickly into a full erection. Although she didn’t know it yet, Nora had just made his day, her deviation from the script, portrayed the kind of wilfulness that he appreciated in a submissive.
‘Of course I’ll have to punish her for it later; I bet that’s exactly why she’s doing this in the first place.’ He thought, making a mental note to make the punishment well worth her while.
She eventually stepped over her dress after entertaining him with her booty clap dance. She had taken her time teasing him with an open and close view of her clean shaven and soaking wet pussy before she straightened up and then adopted an open legged stance for his inspection.
Stepping closer to his pet, Dante inspected her crotch. With the back of his right hand he felt her smooth shaven mound and then nodded once before moving on to her breasts. Using his index finger he flicked her rock hard nipple and then let out a satisfied grunt before moving around to inspect her rear. She started to turn around to see what he was doing but he forbade her.
“Stand very still, do not turn around...” his whispered command was just audible enough to reach her ears, yet it carried the force of his resolve that she obeyed without even thinking.
If only she could see his face, she would have noticed Dante’s naughty smile as he schemed his next move. Upping the ante, he cupped the lower crescent of her voluptuous ass and then gave it a firm squeeze. He felt her ass shake as a shiver ran through her. Dante’s ear caught a soft moan escape her. Leaning even closer, he could feel her body heat on his face.
In the curtain of silence that descended on the bedroom, he could hear her heart thudding away as he once more whispered into her ear.
“Go on, take two steps back and sit in the chair...”
Again, Dante was pleased that even without looking back, she trusted him enough to do as he ordered. ‘Is this trust or is she just so eager to get the show on the road?’ he wondered.
CHAPTER FOUR
A PET’S SCRUMPTIOUS TREAT
When Nora was seated, Dante walked over to the trolleys to her left and then off the first platter. He was thrilled when he heard his pet’s audible gasp as he lifted the lid to unveil the content of the rectangular silver platter.
Neatly arranged on a bed of navy blue velvet was a collection of sex toys and kinky play things that he imagined Nora had most likely only ever seen on a couple of occasions as she dabbled in BDSM Blogs on the internet.
‘Of course she would easily recognize the thick black leather paddle, coil of rope, fluffy pink hand cuffs.’ He thought. As for the rest of the paraphernalia in his kinky bag of tricks, he concluded that she’ll just have to wait to be introduced to them.
Dante cast a glance at Nora, and he caught her squinting as she eyed an item on his platter. It was a piece of silver chain, with a beautiful silver heart at the middle of it; it looked like a beautiful neck chain any woman would love to have except that at each end instead of clasps, there were alligator clips.
He looked away just as she began to look up at him; his attention was now focussed on the platter. He could tell her curiosity was running wild, and she was undoubtedly dying to ask him what the beautiful chain was for, but she knew well enough to let it slide.
Besides she must also know he would only tell her to wait and see for herself.
A proud and independent woman by habit, Nora’s transcendence was still a work in progress; as such she couldn’t be expected to have overcome the desire to cover up her ignorance.
‘She’s clearly not going to admit just how clueless she is; not to a man of impeccable taste and a worldly disposition. It’s hard enough that one is inciting in her emotions and desires she never even knew she was capable of feeling,’ he rationalized.
Dante played on the moment a little longer by ensuring that her eyes took in the full inventory of stuff he had laid out on the platter. The other items which she wouldn’t have any problems identifying, but the specific use of which would confound her included a jar of honey, a tube of lube, a vibrator, and the fluffy piece of feather.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw her squirm in her seat. Apparently as her curiosity mounted, so did her arousal.
She must have been fantasizing about the numerous scenarios all involving him using her body for his pleasure. The thought of being restrained and left helpless at his mercy to do with as he pleased must have proved so exciting that her pussy eventually dissolved in a puddle of juices. The pool of her juices on the rich Damask cover seat of the well-padded Louis XIV chair was evidence enough.
“Mmm... I see you’re having naughty day dreams again Pet...” he put it to her with a wicked smile on his very handsome chocolate face even as he unbuttoned his starched white cotton shirt, baring his hairy sculpted chest.
He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his powerful forearms; the picture of Sir that emerged would present any woman with a visual dish worthy of a queen.
Nora’s face was a mixture of excitement and some trepidation as Sir Dante picked up the cuffs and then turned to her. He lifted up her hand and snapped the cuff around her wrist, and then snapped the other end of the cuff around the arm of the chair. With the second pair of cuff he repeated the process on her other hand until she was securely cuffed to the furniture.
Picking up the coil of rope, he worked quickly to securely tie her ankles to the legs of the chair. When he was done he paused, smiling mischievously as he admired the knots he had tied.
Watching her with amusement, he saw her looking down at her feet, and then testing her bonds which at first didn’t look tight, but she soon discovered that her restraints would not yield an inch when she tried to move her legs.
“What now?” Her wilful alter ego was running out of patience.
Sir only gave her a wicked smile and then clucked his tongue.
“Patience is one virtue you really need to learn Pet... Not to worry, that’s part of the treat I had planned for you tonight.”
“Now for the piece de resistance...” Sir Dante announced in a perfect French accent.
Nora who apparently had been preoccupied with guessing what would come next, almost missed what he just said. Shaking her head quickly, she followed his hand gesture as he pointed to the second trolley, which he rolled closer to where she sat.
When he lifted the lid on the platter, she became instantly overwhelmed with emotion. A rogue tear drop coursed down her cheek and then fell to her perky breast.
“Oh my god Sir, you remembered.”
On the platter was a small dish of caviar nestled on a bed of crushed ice. She also recognized crisp, freshly buttered toast points, as well as the specially designed spoon made of crystal.
“Focus pet,” Dante admonished Nora upon realizing that she had taken off on another mental travel from the space they both presently occupied. Once he had her attention once again, he reached into his pants pocket and extracted a navy silk scarf adorned with little golden clover leaf prints. Stepping even closer to Nora he teased the side of her face with the smooth fabric and then quickly rolled it into a bandana.
“I am going to blind fold you with this scarf and then I’ll feed you this exquisite Caviar. The visual deprivation should enhance your sense of taste and heighten your enjoyment of the Caviar berries until the very last voluptuous orb has been devoured.”
Nora’s skin broke out in goose bumps in anticipation of experiencing the pleasure Sir had so eloquently described.
He put the blindfold over her eyes and darkness descended instantaneously. She couldn’t see a thing, so she cocked her head to one side and listened carefully, apparently, trying to create an audio picture of events around her.
The suspense was killing her as her ears picked up every little sound including the ones manufactured solely by her imaginative mind. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting. Sir’s voice guided her once again.
The scraping of crystal against glass rent the air as Sir Dante picked up a crisp, freshly buttered toast point and topped the toast with salty caviar and a dollop of crème fraiche.
“Open up and savour the special treat I have prepared just for you my darling pet.”
Nora did as she was told and opened her mouth to receive the delicacy fit for Royalty.
“Mmm...” she moaned even as she inhaled the distinctive aroma that teased her senses. When Dante eventually fed the treat into her mouth, he imagined how the festival of flavours that made love to her palate would quickly catapulted her to a near orgasmic appreciation of the delicately balanced taste of fine Caviar.
From experience, he knew only too well how it was at once salty and sweet, yet tangy and delicate.
“Mmm... this is very delicious, thank you Sir,” Nora couldn’t help expressing her gratitude in appreciation of the length her Dom had gone just to pleasure her like that.
Injecting some drama into the moment, Sir Dante startled Nora from the psychedelic high of her culinary voyage to seventh heaven when he popped the bottle of Crystale champagne.
“Relax pet, it’s only a bottle Crystale nestled cosily in a bucket of ice just a moment earlier.”
Apparently overwhelmed by the tender loving care and effort that had gone into planning the evening for her, and making her the center of his undivided attention, Nora could not hold back the tears.
Sir Dante watched silently as she wept tenderly, allowing the tears to run freely, washing away the hurt of her failed engagement and the loneliness she has had to endure whilst going through the process of reconnecting with her true self, befo
re testing the waters of dating again.
“Shhh... Poor darling pet...” Dante whispered in her ear. He was now standing behind her and hugging her. He kissed her on the cheek and then on the neck. When she turned her face sideways he claimed her mouth and then he was back to whispering in her ear again.
“You have nothing to worry about darling, I’ve got you...”
“Okay... Thank you Sir...” she whispered through the remnants of her tears.
CHAPTER FIVE
A MATTER OF TRUST
The evening was progressing much better than Dante had anticipated, although he had always been confident he could coax out Nora’s latent inner freak, he hadn’t quite counted on the unveiling of her emotional depth so soon.
He could tell that something he did or said had touched a tender spot in Nora’s heart. His instincts told him that her tears were not entirely born out of hurtful memories. He strongly believed that in the mix were tears of joy, this belief was bolstered by the tender warmth of her bitter-sweet smile.
He had been counting on making an impression when he had chosen to treat her to exquisite Caviar. He had hoped that beyond showcasing his attention to detail, she would learn from it that he was prepared to go to any length to care for her.
On another level, he felt humbled by her emotional response to his surprise treat so far. It was a reminder to hold fast to his core values as a Dom. Those values were deeply rooted in his cautiously optimistic attitude.
Dante was a man who was knowledgeable yet never cocky or arrogant. It had taken years of painstaking practice but he had eventually become a very patient man; a Dom who derived pleasure in chipping slowly but steadily away at the rough stone block that is his submissive in order to reveal the great form that resides beneath.
Everything he had done so far was calculated to awe, excite, and pleasure Nora. Time and experience had taught him that it was the best way to impart the lessons she must learn. Patience and obedience aren’t exactly virtues to which she was accustomed; especially having been raised and nurtured to attain the top echelon of her chosen career.