3 comments/ 15925 views/ 4 favorites Caroline's Awakening By: IrishRomantic Caroline was barely able to stop her knees from shaking. She sat in the back of the stretch limousine, all alone and was given specific instructions. She knew the driver was a friend of her lover's but the rest of the voyage was a mystery. Her lover had been very detailed with his instructions but quite vague in revelation of his plans. He said only to wait next to the doorman in front of her apartment at exactly 6:00 pm dressed in her simple yet elegant black dress with the low scoop in front and open in the back, 3 inch heels, thigh high stockings, and strapless black bra and matching lace panties. She was to wear a hint of her favorite perfume and made sure her nails were painted and polished after arranging her afternoon at the spa. He loved her femininity and she loved feeling pampered. It was his favorite attire and she thought at first that they were going for a night on the town to celebrate their union; this weekend was the 6 month anniversary of their engagement. He was always quite romantic and thoughtful and had remembered flowers on each of the last month anniversaries. For tonight schedule, she figured he probably planned a romantic dinner and dancing in one of the plush hotels at midtown or perhaps a cruise on a yacht down on the harbor. However, a few things gave her the notion that he had other items planned. For one; he was quite specific for her not to wear her fashionable pearl necklace that she always wore with this dress. Its contrast to her skin and the dark dress, accented her neck and collar bone and made her feel extremely sexy. He had always said it was her most alluring feature and he was special that way. Most of the men who admired her, and she had many admirers over the years, were enthralled by her legs or her breasts, or even her posterior, all very blatantly sexual features on her. But her fiance was different. He loved her collarbone as he thought its very essence was both very innocent yet provocative. Whenever they made love he would spend time kissing her collarbone and her neck, and she felt dignified and aroused by his tender affection and polishing both her skin and her spirt. In addition, she was disappointed to find that he was not going to be in the limo when it arrived. He explained that, Claude, his driver would be there to pick her up at precisely 6:00 PM and he would know where they were going. She could help herself to the champagne and fruit in the back for they only going for a short drive into the country to a location he had chosen, at this time of the day, the traffic would not cooperate so it would likely be a while. It was now that she found herself and began to tremble with both excitement and a little fear. She remembered talking to him many times about his work and his friends and she was quite comfortable knowing his business, as well as she could understand complex financial leveraging and arbitrage marketing, she could sense a ambiguity and almost elusiveness when he came to talk of his friends. That was so unlike him that it was the one area where she had apprehension. He was so open otherwise with his feelings, his family, and even his past failed relationships, that she felt uneasy when he tried to change the subject when it came to the topic of his two best friends. They were partners with them in his company, he was the majority owner but his two friends, William and Peter, were both intimately involved in all the complex transactions and important leveraging opportunities. He said they were friends since college and were trusting in every aspect of the word. He was close to them both in business and socially, although she had only met them twice, once at a dinner party hosted by Matthew and once on Matthew's yacht, also a business function to entice two potential companies to form a merger. It was successful and he made the comment that evening would account for nearly $25 million for his company. He one time said that he was so close to both of his partners that he would trust either of the two with his life. But he said little more. She was lost in thought that she hardly noticed the rush hour traffic outside her window. She was lost in thoughts of Matthew and the mysterious weekend he had planned that only when she leaned over to pour her second glass of champagne and to taste a succulent strawberry did she realize that she had not yet left the city. Traffic was at a near stop and she could see the frustration on the other drivers' faces as she sat in sheer luxury in the back of a stretch limo. Much like how Matthew's dealt with her about his friendships, in the limo, she was allowed to see out but others had difficulty seeing in the heavily tinted windows. Claude must have noticed her rise in the back seat and he opened the window to check on her, "Anything else you need, Miss Caroline?" he always called her "miss" as if to add to his already charming personality. Claude was an immigrant from Jamaica who used to drive a taxi in the city until one day Matthew came across him in a last minute cab ride. He liked the colorful accent and the quiet peaceful disposition and hired him on the spot to be his personal driver. He had little in common with Matthew, but his loyalty was unyielding ever since Matthew paid for the transplant surgery for his 4 year old daughter. What was not covered by his insurance plan, Matthew paid for himself, saying "if you cannot help out those who help you, what good is it to make tons of money?" Claude spoke up once again, "Matthew said to give his apologies that he will not be able to join you but thought that he would get to your destination at about the same time." "Where are we going?" she asked, knowing he wouldn't answer but trying in desperation anyways. "Ah, Miss Caroline, you know I cannot tell you. I am sure you are going to enjoy the weekend though." Just as he finished saying that, she heard her cell phone ring inside her purse. She went to grab it and her heart began to skip a beat when she could see it was Matthew's cell phone. "I take it that Claude picked you up on time and you are comfortable with the champagne and strawberries," Matthew asked. Caroline could almost hear him smiling. "It is divine," she replied, "but the only thing missing is you." "You are so very sweet. But be patient. I will be with you shortly." "Where are you taking me?" she pleaded, trying to at least get a clue of where she would spend the weekend. She could almost hear him smile on the other end, "Patience, my dear. Patience," he replied. "You will enjoy yourself and it is better that you do not know where. I think you will like the surprise." "Why is that?" she asked now more intrigued with the mystery than the romance of the scenario. "What is the problem with me knowing where?" She almost sounded defiant in her reasoning; becoming guarded with Matthew's secretive side. "Because some secrets are better left as secrets," he paused for several seconds to emphasize his point before continuing. "Remember how we shared our fantasies? And how much better and closer we became afterwards?" "Yes," she replied softly, unconsciously bringing her hand to her neck and feeling her skin start to tingle. She remembered how she told him how much she enjoyed being submissive to him and he for the first time blindfolded her that night and made love to her hands were bound to the headboard of his brass bed. Her orgasm was totally uncontrollable and she shook for minutes after, finally capitulating in his arms as he unleashed her hands. Could he possibly be thinking along those terms, she wondered to herself. She tried to hold her composure and for the first time she noticed that Claude was looking at her through the open window and rear view mirror. "But that was just fantasy," she stated quietly, hoping Claude did not hear her words, "and I lived mine that night." "But did you, really?" The way he phrased it said that he knew the answer already. She hesitated ever so slightly, "Yes, I think so." Her tone was not convincing. "Well then, I will cancel my plans for you and have Claude turn around and we can spend the weekend on the yacht or in my apartment." His tone was both matter of fact and noncommittal. Both were divine ideas but she was a bit more partial to his Park Avenue apartment that was on the 25th floor overlooking Central Park. The yacht always frightened her a bit, not from a danger point but more from a weather point of view. A little rain or some high swells could ruin an otherwise wonderful cruise. But what did he have planned? That is what really intrigued her now. She knew she had to find out and she knew that his evaluation of her fantasy fulfillment was true. She wanted more but she was afraid to confide everything to him. She almost hated that he knew her so well. "No," she finally spoke up. "I want to go forward with your surprise. But I just want to know where." Her tone was almost desperate. "Good. You do trust me don't you?" He didn't wait for her to answer but she nodded intuitively. "I promise you that you will enjoy yourself more than you have probably ever imagined. I love you," he stated softly but firmly, "and it is my desire to make you happy on all levels. You have nothing to do but to look forward to your arrival. In the meantime, enjoy the champagne and enjoy the ride." Caroline looked out and noticed that she was crossing the bridge from the city and into a land with which she was not familiar. She couldn't help but think that the timing of his call was nearly perfect. "I love you, too," was all she could say and her sigh emphasized the complete surrender of her heart. "Good. Now let me talk to Claude and I look forward to seeing you soon." She reached forward and handed her phone to Claude. As she did so, she saw a silver BMW zoom past. It was going too fast to tell, but she could have swore that it looked just like Matthew's car. ***** She leaned back after reaching through the window and sipped more of her champagne. Thoughts raced through her head even more now than before she received the phone call from Matthew. She knew by both his demeanor and his carefully chosen words that the weekend would be filled with physical pleasure. It was a side of her that she kept from others but was every bit as much of her being as her shoulder length blonde hair and her beating pulse. When she first met Matthew, she was taken back by his rugged good looks and humility. She was an auctioneer for the world's largest auction house and had only started in the New York area a few months when she led an auction of antiques. As an auctioneer, she was accustomed to meeting many of the wealthiest people from all over the world. Most were stuffy and pompous and insisted that one acknowledge their wealth and fame. Matthew, on the other hand was quite different. He arrived to the auction late but still found his seat in the front row without bringing attention to him and his assistant. That was doubly remarkable in that most were in formal black tie but Matthew arrived in a nice pair of pleaded khaki pants with a pale blue button down open collar polo shirt and gold buttoned navy blazer. His mere presence made the ordinary feel extraordinary He did not bid on the first few items but started bidding of the eighth and tenth items, and won both. He won one other item later in the auction and he later said that only placed that bid because he wanted to stay for the entire length to meet her. She blushed when she heard that and it was not the first time she was charmed by one of the wealthy auction goers, but it was the first time she felt ones motives sincerity equaled his charm. He asked for a lunch date the next day and that led to dinner on the weekend. As a relative newcomer to New York, she knew nothing of his reputation as being one of the wealthiest and youngest bachelors in the New York area. After three dates, she was smitten by Matthew, and he was equally enthralled with Caroline. Despite their somewhat different jobs, their backgrounds were remarkably alike. Both were the youngest of relatively small families and both were quite close to their families today. They both came from the same part of the country and they both had a passion for great jazz music, fine wines, Latin dancing, Irish humor, college football, world travel, and deep dish pizza. He was five years her senior and although his experience on Wall Street, Rodeo Drive, and Michigan Avenue was far beyond hers, he hardly ever talked of his success unless she was the one to bring it up. In fact, he seemed to avoid it for the most part which only made her more intrigued. She was almost embarrassed when after only a few dates, she actually had the courage and audacity to do her own background search of Matthew on the internet and found tons of information. The more she learned, the more embarrassed she had become for not recognizing him when they first met. He was known as the "Gotham's Guy" in one article and was said to have started on the Wall Street as a minor broker in one of the many small brokerage firms. It took him less than a year to gain a reputation and strike out on his own with two friends, starting his own leverage and merger consulting company. He was also an amateur pilot, having learned that skill in the Navy where he flew in the first Gulf War. Since that time he managed to earn his MBA at Columbia, become fluent in Spanish, French, and Chinese, grow his company to become the second largest merger consulting firm in the world, and serve on the board of several charities, including the renaissance of the Brooklyn Heights neighborhood and rebuilding of Coney Island. Despite all the information about him, there was a strikingly little in the pages of the tabloids. Caroline was astute enough to know that New York's tabloid normally fed on the private lives of people like Matthew, up and coming successful bachelors, to grace its gossip known as social pages and to feed the frenzy of its young female readership. All she could find however, was one small photo of Matthew at a Coney Island fund raiser, another in the stands of a Yankees World Series, and another mention of his name as a contributor to the Upper East Side Library. Only in the Coney Island fund raiser did they show him with a date, who was nameless but an attractive brunette, and that was nearly three years ago. The most she learned about Matthew came from the business section, which, to Caroline's disapoinpointment, she found difficult to follow and quite tedious. She found Matthew, however, to be quite the contrary and his zeal for living and engaging conversation both refreshing and invigorating. As they continued dating, she knew that after only a month, lightning had struck and he was the one for her. She found herself thinking of him at all times during the day – a rather frightening dependence on his approval. Although he never told her the same, she could tell that he was more than just "fond of her" and besides, no one could really put into words how she really felt. Unbeknownst to her, Matthew was feeling very much the same but he would not tell her for almost a month later, and then he proposed marriage only a short time later. It happened the morning after they spent their first night in bed together. Making love to Matthew was spectacular and went a long ways to fuel her passion within. For within Caroline was a sexual craving that she could hardly bare to come to grips with. Her physical drive certainly went well beyond normal and would border on nymphomania, some might say. Her desires were such that she rarely committed to long-term relationships with one man because that, in her rather conservative background, meant limiting yourself physically to that one person. She learned at a rather young age that variety went a long ways to fulfill her sexual appetite. She had been with many different and varied partners and experimented with techniques and positions of which that most women would never dream. She had dated a professional athlete and had actually showered in the home team's locker room with him after a late night game and after most, but not all, of the team had left. Another time sh flew a red eye first class flight across country, spending much of the trip with her head under the covers and her mouth around her partner's organ and her panties around her ankles. She had made love in a high class country club swimming pool, unbeknownst to the mothers and others sunbathing only 15 or so feet away. And she had made love in a glass elevator of a high rise department store while overlooking a public park. Caroline's dalliances were rarely subtle and almost always daring. Her appetite was billowing with desire and she was hardly ashamed of her longings. She never, however, revealed this side to Matthew for he was the first man in several years where she felt the desire to date exclusively. She was afraid that he might not feel the same, after all he certainly had many opportunities with his travels and engagements, so she held her appetite within. It was this suppression of her feelings that actually increased her longing for Matthew. She felt that she needed to withhold her sexual appetite for Matthew because he was the one person she had ever met that she wanted to share it with. It was not that he would not understand her sexually charged past, for she was pretty certain that his non-judgmental attitude would accept her past with the same favorable reception as he might a foreign investor's cultural differences. It was just that she did not want to overbear him with too much information early in their relationship. She neither wanted to keep her past from him nor did she want to open it, she wanted it to come in out in its own due time. She had friends who had opened up too quickly to people they thought were "perfect fits" only to spook him and brining an abrupt ending to an otherwise perfectly good relationship. She was a firm believer that partners should share everything, but not at once. As she thought about her longings, she discovered that her sexual past was just as secretive as Matthew's secretive friendships, perhaps even more so. She at least knew of Matthew's close friends and he knew nothing of her sexual desire. Well, not until she shared some of it with him a couple weeks ago after an absolutely riveting and intense few hours making love. It was the first time they had introduced "toys" into their lovemaking and his acceptance and skill both delighted her and stripped her of her resistance to hold back her yearnings. When she was with Matthew, he seemed to open up as well. She consented to be blindfolded and teased to a submissive frenzy. His hands were as skilled as his tongue as he devoured her with hunger of a feasting lion, and brought her to orgasm after orgasm, finally culminating the most earth shattering climax she had ever endured. When it was all over, she could hardly move and his soft kisses and tender touches nearly wooed her to sleep but it was his words that kept her awake. Her transformation seemed to have the same affect on him as she could tell his heart strings were moved beyond experience and the sentiment brought tears to her eyes. In doing so, she talked of her fantasy, and for the first time she saw it through loving and not exclusively sexual eyes. She still held the same desires within, but she no longer wanted them for the sake of fulfilling her physical desire alone but she desired even greater for the fulfillment of emotional completion. Perhaps, she thought for the very fist time, Matthew was feeling exactly the same. He struggled to put into words how he truly felt about her but there was no doubting his affection. Caroline's Awakening At that point, there was no turning back. ***** She touched her breasts and could feel her nipples begin to harden as she caught Claude's eyes looking back at her while still talking on the phone. She was well within the hills and farmland of rural Connecticut when Claude hung up the phone. Through the open window, he gave her back her phone and also a packet of information that was left by Matthew. She took both into her hands and examined the contents of the envelope. It was a simple non-descript 11" x 14" manila envelope that contained paper documents and other items as well. Claude went on, "We will be to the house in about thirty minutes. Matthew wanted you to read this and let him know if you have any reservations." Her hands started to shake as she held it in her hand. She set it down briefly only to fill her glass for the third time with the champagne, or was it four times? She could hardly be expected to keep track as her body shook with anticipation. Before she even opened it, she could tell some of the contents and her panties became soaked with desire. She opened the envelope and she felt a black silk scarf run through her fingers. She could tell just by touching it that it was a rich imported Italian silk and Matthew must had gone to great extent to find. Equally interesting was a pair of fur-lined handcuffs that were unique in its design. They were not a thin shiny metallic pair or cheesy fur lined ones that one might find at a novelty or costume store. These were extravagant by nature, and were thickly broad, equaling at least an inch and a half and were easily three to four times as broad as the face of her watch. They were gold and not silver but did not look appear to gold plated but rather an alloy of some sort, perhaps brass or gold itself. On the chain that connected the two was a simple but elegant setting of ruby, emeralds, and diamonds. It was more than a mere set of handcuffs, but designer jewelry as well. She touched the gems and although she was not versed in fine jewelry, from the luster and the feel of the stones, there was no mistaking the authenticity. She looked through the rest of the packet and was amazed at what she found out. It was a brochure, custom made just for her and showing off an estate. The front of the estate was beautiful, rather informal but elegant at the same time. A circle drive showed accented a large double wide etched glass doorway that allowed someone to see completely through the entire entry way and great room in the back. From the great room, there were several French doors that opened to a patio and a breathtaking patio. She imagined that glowing aqua blue waters of the pool glistened with the Connecticut night time. Surrounding the pool was acres of lush green lawns and ideal decorations. What was perhaps the most desirable aspect, however, was that it was on a small bluff overlooking Long Island Sound. Caroline could not imagine a finer piece of real estate on the entire Eastern Seaboard than the home which she held in her arms. As she gazed through the brochure, she noticed an envelope that contained a card, much like a Hallmark greeting card that one might send for a birthday or another holiday. On the outside was the name "Caroline" written in his writing and "open last". Anxious to get to the card, she hurried through the rest of the information on the estate, convinced that it was her destination for the weekend and probably the most romantic weekend getaway life could imagine. As she opened the card, her assumption was correct. It was an indeed a card, this one an anniversary card remembering their 6 month engagement. Her sudden pang of guilt for not getting a present for Matthew was quickly forgotten as she read the hand written note from Matthew within. It stated: By now, my love, you have certainly guessed where we will spend the weekend and some of what I may have planned. What you don't know, however are some of the secret plans I have arranged for us. Yes, the blindfold and handcuffs are for you and there will be more surprises like that too. What you cannot imagine, however, is that my love for you is beyond comprehension and my adoration for your body, your soul, and your mind is without limits. I do not bind your wrists and blind your eyes for my own pleasure, however, I do it for you for OUR pleasure. You have shared so much the last several months and the more I have become to know you the more I have come to love you. It is time we take the journey together, to explore each others garden of desire. My desire is for you. Solely. And together I believe we have only touched the seed of our own escalation and our paths will lead us to our own paradise. I know what you want and hope that you trust the path I have chosen. As you might know, we will not be alone tonight and you are to be the center of a rather cretin ritual that will be both restricting and enlightening. Please trust that what you go through I will do so with you, with nothing but my desire towards you growing stronger. If you should become frightened or are too timid to go through with this, I will understand and will take your phone call. But please call within the next few minutes. If I do not hear from you, you will be welcomed at the front door and shown to your table. First we will have dinner and then we will have desert. There are more surprises ahead and know what your desires are telling you. I hope to see you soon. Always, Matthew It scared her so that Matthew knew her so well. What was it that she possibly could have told him or showed him? Was it something they said after their exchange of pillow talk after making love? Was it the way she behaved and moaned the time he had bound her wrists above her head? Or was it simply something he saw in her eyes? It really didn't matter, she surmised because she now knew it was safe to tell Matthew of her desires. All of them. He would understand, no doubt. Could he have the same one? The question lingered in her mind. Either way, she was NOT going to call him back, as much as his plans and her vague understanding of the evening frightened her. She was too intrigued to stop it; too intrigued with questions, with desire and with lust. She put her cell phone back in her purse and took another sip of champagne for the first time realizing she was beginning to get light headed. She crossed her legs and then lifted them up in the air to stretch. She looked down at her knees and picked a piece of dust from one of her stockings as she felt her panties getting wet and thought, "I do have nice legs, don't I?" ***** Just as she finished the glass of champagne she noticed the car coming to a gate. Claude pulled down his visor and pressed a button and the iron clad gate opened before her eyes. The house was set back from the road a bit and she could see the building unfold before her very eyes. It was indeed just like the picture, she surmised, with one noted exception. On the large front entry way were two statues of lions. They were the traditional Chinese statues that Caroline remembered were found on the threshold of Chinese emperors. The one on the left, she recalled, had a lion cub under her left paw and symbolized the nurturing nature of the woman. The one on her right she could see had globe under his right paw, symbolizing the dominating nature of the man. The lions guarding the home were no doubt there for a purpose and just knowing what that purpose was, was enough to give Caroline chills. The car stopped and Claude went around to open the door. Caroline grabbed her purse and put the contents of the envelope into her purse. She arranged her dress and took a quick look in the mirror and dabbed on just a little lip gloss. She stepped out with both legs, wanting anyone who might be looking out to see her. If indeed this was a ceremony for her and her alone, she wanted to make sure she looked her best and gave everyone a view of her most desired feature. Claude took her by the hand and helped her up. She asked him in confidence, "Claude, my dear, what do you know about tonight and this weekend?" "Nothing more than you, Miss Caroline. Just that I was to drive you here for a surprise of some sort." The twinkle in his eyes said he might not be telling her the entire truth. She started to walk up the path and then stopped for a second and looked back. "Well," she said, looking back to Claude, "It would be very gentlemanly if you escorted me to the door." "Gladly," and he walked up to her and offered her his arm. She took his arm, put her other arm over it and together they walked arm in arm up the front steps and between the magnificent Chinese lions. "I hope I know what I am doing," she said mostly to herself but loud enough for Claude to hear and think she was talking to him. "I am sure you do, ma'am. Matthew has something spectacular planned for you, I am sure. You are so special to him. I have noticed a big change for the better since he met you." "That is so sweet of you to say," as she stopped at the front door and gave him a small peck on the cheek. "Thank you for making me feel a little bit better." She stopped to ring the door but before she could, the front door was opened for her. A handsome middle aged man in a tuxedo opened the door for her and in a Spanish accent and asked, "Caroline Ghetty?" knowing quite well who it was but being polite in asking. "Yes," she was a bit taken back, "and you are?" "Pardon me, senorita, but I am Pedro. Senor Matthew said I should be expecting you. I am the combination welcoming committee and bartender for the evening." His genuine smile helped put Caroline's fears at ease. Caroline gazed around and noticed several people in the large great room and others outside near the pool. Some were standing and others were sitting but all were engaged in conversation like a typical cocktail party. She looked around and noticed the absolute stunning decoration in the host's home. The entry way was large but was not stone or marble like many homes of its nature but it was a very light shade of hard wood, to help blend more in the natural environment. She could tell the decorating was not formal, but more casual and every bit as elegant and rich as she would have imagined. Most of the decoration was modern but one antique grandfather clock graced the entryway just below the curved staircase. It was probably more than 100 years older than anything else in the house, judging by its craftsmanship and design. It looked familiar but then again Caroline had probably seen dozens of grandfather clocks in her tenure as auctioneer. Pedro reached for her purse and things and said, "Can I take this for you?" She looked back at him puzzled and just then Matthew came into the view and he nearly ran taking Caroline in his arms. Pedro looked away as they embraced and they kissed like they hadn't seen each other in years. Neither said anything for almost a full minute and then Matthew finally broke the silence. He held her hands in front of her and he examined her. "You look beautiful," he said. "Absolutely breathtaking. If I didn't know you were standing here in front of me and me touching you, I would think you were nothing but a mirage." "Oh stop it, silly, she said. Now take me out of here and make love to me like you never have before. I can hardly control myself you have me intrigued so." "Absolutely not." She noticed both a playfulness and a firmness in his voice. "You know very well what is in store for you tonight. You are ready and I am ready for you. You know what is in store for you." "I do not," she protested in vain, but deep down her soaked panties revealing her lie. "And who are all these people?" He just smiled in response and then invited her to freshen up in the master bedroom. "You will meet them all and they will all come to know you. I hope you like the arrangements for the weekend." "This place is lovely. Did you rent it for the weekend?" She walked into the master bedroom and was stunned by its beauty. A four poster bed was in one corner and a sitting room was located near the deck overlooking the pool and the ocean. The bathroom was mirrored marble and the fixtures sparkled with sunshine. She looked in the closet and noticed two new outfits hanging in the closet for her, with matching shoes and a purse. They were identical to the ones she had tried on but never bought last time she visited Sak's. Again he knew something more about her that it almost frightened her. ***** Dinner was now over and the caterers had cleared the table and finished cleaning the kitchen. The men had gone outside, presumably some of them to smoke cigars near the pool while most of the women talked in the great room. Caroline sensed and uneasiness around some of the women, perhaps because they were aware of her pending ritual. Caroline searched for someone to talk to and she finally struck up a conversation with "T". T was younger and shorter than Caroline but had a bit more of an athletic build. She looked as thought she may have been an athlete of some sort, perhaps a tennis player, a marathon runner, or maybe even a sprinter. She was petite in size but very muscular, her medium brown hair pulled back to a single pony tail and her white blouse open in front, allowing an observer to notice she was not wearing a bra. Definitely a tennis player, Caroline thought but was careful to follow Matthew's instructions and not talk about personal life. She found herself in the corner alone talking to T and then Caroline finally had the courage to ask, "Do you know what I should expect tonight?" "Not really," T replied honestly, "and if I did, I would be sworn to secrecy. I am sure you will like your ceremony. Mr. M has assuredly given it great thought and has designed something you would like and something very personal for you." "But what do you mean?" Caroline pleaded, frustrated by T's vagueness and evasiveness. "What was it like for you?" "I really cannot tell you. They don't want us to discuss it." She hesitated before she continued, "The men are like that. It is designed for you and not for everyone else to enjoy, although others will probably enjoy it as well. Please don't ask me any more questions. I don't want to avoid you but I cannot answer things that you will need to find out for yourself." She paused once more, looking around to see if anyone might be listening. "All I can say is this: I have been to four different initiation ceremonies and have been the center of the ritual once. Although I truly feel that mine was the most exciting, there is not a one of them I would not have loved to be the center of attention. And that is what you are." She looked over her shoulder once again at the women, some of whom were cold to Caroline earlier. "That is why some of them appear to be unfriendly. They are jealous and wish it was them getting the special attention tonight." Just then, T's boyfriend called her name. She looked at Caroline with fear in her eye and said hastily, "Relax and enjoy it. There is no way you won't enjoy it." At that, she went with her eyes facing downward going to her boyfriend or husband, Caroline had not been introduced to him yet. He spoke to her and she shook her head and then left the room. A few minutes later, after all the hired help had left, the lights were dimmed and the people from the outside came in. Everyone gathered in the large two story great room which almost seemed designed for a gathering of this sort. In the corner was a very stately chair, and next to it was large and elegant padded table, which looked very much in place with the rest of the furnishings. Matthew went around filling everyone's glass with champagne and everyone appeared ready for some sort of toast. He came last to Caroline and took her by the hand and sat her in the chair. She was the only one sitting among a group of standing admirers. She felt oddly out of place and had no idea why. With that, Matthew proposed a toast and everyone became quiet instantly. "To my beloved 'C'," he began, "you have only been in my life a short time but they have been the happiest days of my life. You complete me like no way I could have ever imagined. Only a few months ago I asked for your hand in marriage and you made me the happiest man alive by accepting. Today, I ask for something more and I do so infront of others, as I know you would have wanted." Tears started to swell in Caroline's eyes, for she did not know what was going to happen, she was touched by the sincerity and passion put forward in Matthew's oration. Matthew continued, "Marriage is a covenant established before God. This covenant that I want to establish tonight is much different. Like marriage, it is a lifelong agreement, but unlike marriage, it is not recognized by law – but the devotion I pledge to you is every bit as binding. I will have your hand in marriage and now I ask for your collar in bondage. It is not a collar of restriction and pain but of liberation and pleasure. I want to give you that pleasure and I want to give you my total devotion. Stand before me, my dear, and see all that I want you for. The only limit placed on this collar is that of our own imaginations. Here's to you, my beloved 'C'." With that, everyone raised their glass and toasted Caroline who blushed at the attention she was getting. She had hardly mentioned wearing Matthew's collar, but she would gladly accept such an honor. How did he know she would so willingly? Everyone in the room had his or her eyes on her and she knew she was the center of attention. Matthew had not asked for a response so she gave him none. It was just understood. There was a short applause and then Matthew asked Caroline to rise from her chair, which now appeared to be more like a throne, and stand before the crowd. Someone wheeled forward a small platform and then Caroline stepped up onto that, with Matthew holding her hand. The lights were dimmed, and the entire room glowed with the quiet glow of several dozen candles. Scented perfume started to permeate everyone's senses and a light jazz number could be heard slightly above the murmur of everyone. Caroline stood and gazed at her "admirers" and all were paired off as couples, presumably with husband and wife or girlfriend or boyfriend, but Caroline had no way of knowing. The tension was getting thick in the room, as everyone expectantly looked forward to Caroline and Matthew for the initiation ritual to begin. Just then, another man stood below the platform in front of Caroline and Matthew, Matthew nodded to him and he asked for everyone's attention. The room quickly became quiet and even the music seemed to stand still for his announcement. "This is truly going to be a unique initiation that Matthew has designed specifically for C. Like all of you who have been initiated, C knows knows nothing of this ritual and in fact, has only met all of you for the first time tonight. I am sure she has questions, and Matthew asks for all your understanding as he gives her full consent in this matter." He turned around and looked at Caroline carefully and continued, "You are but a lamb among the lions this evening and if you should choose to stop at any point, you only need to say the phrase 'please shepherd' and everything will stop and we will either terminate or delay the ceremony. Everyone will understand and we all vow to protect your right to dignity and privacy. Nothing leaves this room. Nothing. However, if you wish to continue, I can promise that you will surrender to the pleasure of submission and Matthew has planned a very intriguing ritual that he feels will surely arouse the passion within." Everyone waited for her response and she wondered to herself if anyone ever stopped if it got to this point. Certainly she was not going to be the first. She wanted his touch, she trusted his course, and she wanted more of what he promised to give her. "Do you have anything to say, Miss C?" he finally asked. Caroline's Awakening Caroline waited, wanting her response to sound dignified but not planned. Finally she spoke up, after the pause had become almost uncomfortably long, "Only that I desire Matthew and trust the course he has chosen. I willingly surrender my mind and body to his guidance." With that, the entire room seemed to breath and Matthew was beaming with pride. He wasted no time in taking Caroline's hand and then walked her down the platform. The same people wheeled the platform away and then Matthew whispered into Caroline's ear. "You will like this," he whispered slyly, "And do not worry no one will do anything more than touch your flesh. I have given strict instructions to all. But you will be naked before this group, and they will be sure to see you in your weakest and most helpless state as well as your most passionate. Are you still ready to go forward?" Just the thought made her thighs wet and she knew if she touched herself she would cum instantly. "Absolutely. But will you still love me when you see me so vulnerable?" "I will love you more, my sweetheart." With that he kissed her deeply and everyone could almost see sparks from the passion they shared. Matthew stopped after several seconds of groping and feeling and then whispered into her ear so that only she could hear, "This will be teasing me almost as much as it is teasing you," as he pulled her hands to the side, stronger than she was expecting and held them closely to her side. Matthew went to stand behind her, still holding her hands to her side. Just then, she was shocked when two of the men from the group stepped forward and put her hands on her waist. They each ran their hands in tandem along her hips and up her side, stopping at the bare of her neck. Almost in an orchestrated move, they each began on her strap and let them fall over her shoulder. Matthew stood behind her, now his grip on her hands much more gently as she had no desire to resist what was unfolding before her. The two strange men now stood to her side and began to lower the top of her dress quite slowly. First it went over her shoulder and the cool breeze was accentuated by Matthew's hot breath on her neck. Delicately the lowering of the dress continued and Matthew let go of her hands as the dress reached her hips. Momentarily, the dress rested along her hips as everyone would be able to observe the striptease unfolding before their eyes. She was wearing only a simple strapless black bra, but with her dress being taken to her waist, she somehow felt even more naked as these two strange men started to undress her. Once below the waist, both men let the dress fall and it fell daintily at her ankles, its light fabric strumming her shins like a musician touches the strings of a violin. An orchestra of emotion overcame her as she stood nearly naked before her admirers. She raised her right foot and then the left, and the two men bent over to take her dress out of the way, discarding it as they might a t-shirt or an old sock. She noticed one of the men in the audience reach for it off the floor and hold it close, touching the fabric and taking in her essence from the scent. The two men backed away together and looked at her like an artist might after dabbing a brush along one of his masterpieces. Caroline was a sight to behold. She stood, weak kneed, clad only in her strapless bra that did little to hide her erect nipples and vibrant areola the very material of her bra brushed her nipples and added to the sensation. Even though her panties were black, the sheer material was drenched with her wetness and her pubic hair and her very essence could be seen by anyone who dared glance. And they were all studying her. She felt quite sexy in her thigh high stockings and heels, but knew that would not last long. She stood their for her admirers and several of them talked quietly among themselves about her and she could see a few fill their glass with more and hold it up as if to toast her sensuality. Matthew took her hands again, and pinned them gently behind her back. He stood behind her as if to display her but also protect her. The feeling made her both quiver with embarrassment and tremble with excitement. He whispered in her ear once more, "Although I am standing behind you there is no mistaking the wetness of your panties." He brushed his hand along her upper thigh and touched her soaked panties. She audibly cooed in response and instinctively moved her pelvis forward, wanting to feel more of his firm touch. He smiled broadly and continued, "We have only just begun, princess, and there will be plenty of time for you to enjoy yourself. I hope you enjoy it so far." She only nodded in response and she could feel the glow from is smile. Then, two more men came forward and she once again felt frightened by the uncertainty of the matter but comforted by her Matthew's presence by her side. The two men stopped in unison and then each knelt down before her and put their hands on her shoes. One at a time, they took her shoes off; first the left, and then the right. They stood the shoes together to her left neatly and then each, each began to massage her feet, again one at a time, through her nylons but being sure to caress the arch and the wrinkle of each toe. She had never had such a foot massage while standing, and in no time, her feet felt alive and well after stepping out of the heels. Although not explicitly sexual in nature, the foot massage coupled with Matthew's caress to her shoulders, soft kisses to her neck, and sweet words in her ear, left Caroline with more sexual energy than she could imagine. Her body was being touched by others as her lover pulled the heart strings of her passion. There was more, she knew it, and the anticipation of what was to unfold only increased her sexual pitch. At that moment, Matthew took each of he hands which were now resting easily at her side and slowly brought them above her head. The act itself had a mesmerizing affect on her admirers as they almost knew something was about to happen that C did not. Once her hands were above her head, and bent back at the elbow, so her wrists were touching the back of her hair, Matthew took out the fur cuffs he had given her in the car. She remembered opening the package and looking at the cuffs and then trying to hide them from Claude's glance in the rearview mirror. She was embarrassed that Claude might find out her kinky passion but now was thrilled at standing in front of twelve total strangers and being ceremoniously stripped and teased to excitement. She wanted more and she knew she was going to get it. As Matthew completed latching her hands she felt as exposed as she had ever become. Matthew let go of her arms and stood by her side, but there was little she could do but move her arms up and down. She imagined she could bring her arms forward to cover herself if she so desired, but with her hands bound, there was little she could do but cover herself with her elbows. With that, she could see Matthew nod once more and then another of the men in the audience came forward and she feared what he might do. He ran his hands along her side and her belly and she could feel his nails tug and pry at her soft flesh. He reached behind her and he delicately unfastened her bra, and then reached forward taking it off. In doing so, she could feel his hands press against her breasts and an audible moan escaped her lips. Her small breasts were perk with attention, outlining her very feminine figure. The man looked at Matthew and he nodded. As she stood defenseless, this stranger began to touch and massage her nipples until she could almost plead for more. Reckless abandon overtook her as she shook from pleasure. She felt Matthew's hands on her hips steady her but that did little to stop the onslaught of fervor that surged from within. First her right nipple, and then her left was tenderly touched and massaged. And then, as if to say the soft touches and caresses were not enough, her intruduer increased his own zeal and more harshly pinched and kneaded her breasts and nipples under Matthew's vigilant gaze. She screamed when he first pinched her nipples, surprising everyone and scaring both herself and the man touching her but only bringing a smile to Matthew's face. As the man completed his work and backed away, C was nearly a complete mess, her panties visibly soaked and barely able to stand without the support of Matthew. Her arms were still over her head and she still had her stockings and panties on. At this point, she did not care if she was in front of a crowd, she wanted to be naked and exposed and vulnerable for whoever wanted to watch. She wanted this more than she ever imagined she would. After her unknown intruder had backed away Matthew stood by her side and steadied her with both hands on her hips. He brought his lips close to her and kissed her gently. He whispered, "We have already gone over the predetermined limits I had in mind. I did not want anyone to touch you like he did but I could tell that you would enjoy it. I hope that you trust me and ask that you only enjoy what lies ahead." Barely able to respond, she nodded her head and replied with a faint, "Yes, I do want more." Mathew smiled and kissed her on the forehead and she responded by bringing her elbows to his forehead and her rubbed them. He then took lowered his face and kissed her lips and her neck and then brought is mouth over her left nipple, which was abandoned by her intruder only a few seconds earlier. To the thrill of the audience who was watching her every reaction, she nearly screamed in delight as his mouth covered her nipple and he took his free hand and touched the front of her soaked panties. She tried to withhold what she felt building within but to no avail. Stopping at this point would be like shifting the tide and she naturally buckled with her first flowing orgasm. Everyone could see her arousal and she barely noticed as the entire crowed became quiet and concentrated on her fervent state. She panted more and pleaded with Matthew to touch her and to feel her and to fill her as he ran his finger along the elastic waist of her panties. She shook with excitement and the entire crowd watched with anticipation as to what might happen next. After several minutes of teasing and touching her panties and her upper thighs, Matthew stepped to the side, C still moaning for more. He ran is hand along the front of her panties which were now so wet as to almost be transparent. The inside of her thighs were almost beginning to flow and she could almost taste her own scent above the aroma of the incense and candles. She stood before everyone in this state for several minutes, catching both men and women gazing at her near nakedness and feeling both compliant and helpless. At that moment, someone wheeled a large chair that looked almost like a bed to her back. Matthew supervised the move as she stood powerless and at his mercy. Above the chair/bed was a large adjustable arm, almost like a crane. C looked out of the corner of her eyes as she could see Matthew play with the controls and raise the arm. Matthew backed C to the back of the platform, and still standing, raised her hands which were bound over her head to an even higher height. He then attached the chain of her handcuffs to the hook of the crane and allowed the mechanical instrument control the movement of her arms. Matthew played with the controls and her arms would rise to an almost uncomfortable but an even more rigid position. The next second he would lower the crane to where her forearms would rest atop her hair, a more comfortable position, but still equally passive. Knowing what was ahead thrilled C and she started moaning with delight. Matthew whispered in her ear that she should relax now, and he put the controls to where it was most comfortable for her. "The next step is a prelude to what you may enjoy the most." C threw her head back in ecstasy, in anticipation of what would become. Then, to C's utter amazement, coming forward to the platform beside her and Matthew were not two men, but two women from her group of admirers. C's body shook with anxiety – she was neither frightened nor wary but rather anticipatory of what was to become. She had never been touched by a woman before in a fit of passion, but her senses were now willing to experiment. Each woman wore colorful dresses but it was the nails that C noticed in detail. Each woman's hands were eloquently manicured and their nails were a divine color of burgundy. C inhaled one more time and she could nearly taste the perfume of the women; a feminine almost erotic fragrance of beauty and sensuality. In unison, the women touched C's sensitive flesh at her hip and she began to stir. They ran their nails along her side and up to her underarms and C could only watch their hands circumvent her breasts and then return to her hips. If the room was quiet before, it was absolutely still now. Every person watching was holding its collective breath and capturing every moan and murmur that escaped C's lips. C's legs swayed in weakness, and she certainly would have collapsed if it had not been for the crane holding her hands above. The women's hands went down the side of her panties and she could feel their nails touch ever so slightly below the elastic waist. She so wanted to be naked and even more vulnerable, but she knew she must bide her time. The two women circled C's upper thighs and their fingers danced along the lines of her thigh-high stockings, their long polished nails teasing her by running underneath the top of the sheer fabric. They continued to tenderly soothe the tops of her thighs and as one began to slip her hand down the top of the stockings to remove, she could feel the back of the other's hand along the wetness of her panties. C had never experienced another woman in a sensual or sexual way but at this point, C's desires had so crossed the line that she would willingly succumb to whatever the women would do with her body. She nearly ached for them to touch her. Matthew smiled as the women came no closer than a seductive tease along C's body and soon both of C's stockings were being removed ceremoniously by the women. C heard a man whistle above the crowd as her hosiery fell to below her knees and she thought she heard one woman say "I wish that was me" above the murmurs and the rumblings. She stepped up as each woman took off C's stocking and handed them to Matthew. The men in the crowd clapped politely as they were obviously aroused by the sensual display. The very large chair that was wheeled out before was then pushed up against C's buttocks by one of the men, but C could not tell who. C had to raise herself slightly to sit and when she did become seated, she found that she had to struggle for her feet to touch the ground and the crane holding her arms was now somewhat slack, allowing her to ease some tension on her arms. She sat clad only in her moist panties and 17 sets of eyes on her. The candles glowed all around giving a mysterious ambiance to the room. It was totally dark outside and as C looked over her shoulder, she could see the glow from the pool lights and nothing more. C was vulnerable, defenseless, and utterly powerless. She yearned for Matthew to touch her flesh like she had felt him pierce her soul. Her body was on the verge of collapse, both physically and emotionally. Now sitting, she thanked God for she knew her knees could no longer last and she would have buckled any second like a branch in a storm. Could there possibly be more, she wondered. She knew there would be but she could hardly bare to wonder what. At that point, Matthew got down on her knees and started to massage C's feet. He started out warmly and affectionately and then got more firmly as time went on. His strong hands touching her toes felt good as it soothed her soul but it also stirred awakenings within. Then an onlooker brought him a warm bowl of soapy water and he started to wash her feet and ankles. He looked up her and said, "Because you have so willingly submitted and trusted me so well, I want to show you how much you do mean to me." He hesitated for a moment as looked down and concentrated his attention to C's feet. He then looked up and gazing into her eyes continued, "I do not take you as my submissive attendant purely for my pleasure, although you do give me great joy. I do this as much for you as I do for me. I will fall on my sword for you, and I swear to protect and provide for your pleasure in all that I do. There is nothing I will not do for you for you are my apprentice, but also my Princess. And it is with pleasure, Princess C that I shower your feet with attention and affection and then complete the undressing ceremony." He continued to wash her feet and then dried them as well before applying a sensual lotion smelling of coconut and pineapple that nearly tickled as it was applied. After several minutes, Matthew completed caressing his feet and he looked up at C who was fixated by the adoration. Matthew then said, "Princess, you know what is next don't you?" Not positive, she felt the stirrings within her as she lied and nodded her head. "Yes, Matthew, I do," she replied meekly, willing to do whatever he had planned next. With that she felt his hands rise up her legs, across her shins, her knees and her thighs and coming to rest on her hips, his fingers playing with the side before going further back and stroking her rear. His hands felt delicious on her flesh and her body was burning with desire. "Tell us what you want, my Princess," Matthew whispered with his head only inches from her breasts, and she could feel the heat of his breath across her nipple. "I want to be naked. I want to be totally exposed. When you touch me I am fragile but I want to be totally powerless for your pleasure and mine. I want to be yours now and forever like a child needs a father, I need you right now." Matthew reached up to kiss her and she could feel his tongue dance across her lips and connect with hers. She closed her eyes as she could feel his hands massage and stroke her thigh, and come within less than a teasing inch from her most precious loins. He stroked her legs as they kissed and she instinctively spread her legs to feel his hand across her pubic region and his fingers glide over with her moist panties with the delicacy of a ballerina, barely touching the material but emitting a soft murmur from her lips. Matthew stopped kissing and again his hand danced across the front of her panties back and forth, each time touching a bit firmer and coming ever so close to bringing her to orgasm. She bit her lip as he continued this salsa, and stopping every so often at the side of her panties and reaching a finger beneath, tenderly brushing her lip, if only for an instant. She was begging for more and nearly panting like a collie. She yearned for his touch. She nearly screamed as he reached under her panties and the back of his hand touched her clit, commencing a small tremor from within. The softest touch started an intense orgasm and as she tried to hold it in, it only increased with velocity. Suddenly, as her climax started to erupt, she felt the back of his hand tighten and she shook her head back and forth, trying, to no avail, to conceal the waterfall of emotion and bliss that was about to begin. As his hand clenched around soaked panties, and almost too quick for her to notice, he pulled forward. She screamed from the sudden movement but she was too far gone to notice that in one fell swoop, Matthew had torn C's panties completely from her hips leaving her totally exposed to a roomful of admirers. It was seconds later, when Matthew blew across her clit and after she was in the middle of her orgasm, did she realize her total state of naked ness. The thrill only added to her enthusiasm and she bucked her hips upward meeting Matthew's finger as it trailed along her lines, touching the inside ever so slightly. His other hand reached up and pinched her nipples and she screamed with delight.