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Learning the Lifestyle Ch. 01

By: Mystress_Carlie



Silky had been engaged when she first met Michael. He was the program director of the college radio station where she went to school and worked everyday from two to six every afternoon. In essence, he was her boss. She had a normal working relationship with him and all the others who worked and went to school there. She kept to herself mostly and lived off campus. She never dreamed that her world was soon to change.

It started all very innocent enough. Michael had just bought a new truck and like all new cars, it was in the shop. He had asked all of the other students if any of them lived out near the New Line RV and Trailer Park, but everyone else lived on campus or in the other direction. The only one who lived even remotely close to where Michael lived was Silky. So he had asked if she would give him a ride for the next few days and she, not wanting to offend "The Boss" said she'd be delighted. Thus it began.

"You don't mind stopping by the grocery store first, do you?" Silky had asked Michael, "I need to do my shopping for the week."

"Not if you stop by the hardware store too," came the reply.

"Alright, let's go shopping." Silky laughed.

They had done their shopping and Silky had dropped him off at his home, with the promise to pick him up the next morning at ten. They both had classes that started at 11:00 on Tuesdays. Silky had got home and was unpacking her purchases, when the phone rang. Answering it, Silky found to her delight that it was Reed, her fiancé. He had enlisted in the military after high school and had finished boot camp two weeks before Silky had started college. Soon he was going to Germany to do his tour, for now he was in California. They talked for a while and Silky sensed something was amiss. Finally Reed came out with it.

"Silky, we need to talk. I am thinking of making the military a career. Staying in for twenty or so years. I really like it," came the crushing blow from Reed.

In a choked voice she replied, "What does this mean for us?"

She heard him sigh and knew what it meant before he even told her, she knew that all her high school friends were right. High school romances didn't last.

"Well, Silky, for now any way, let's see other people. Let's end our engagement and just be friends. I don't know what the future holds and I want you to get your degree and do what you want with your life. You could not have that as a military wife. We'd move around too much. Keep the ring and stay in the apartment. I paid for it for the two full years. I'm sorry that I've broke your heart, Silky, but better now then after I've ruined your future too," came the answer she was dreading.

"Okay, then, good-bye," she replied hastily, not trusting her voice to say much more. She hung up, but not before she heard him say, "Ahhh, Silky, don't be that way.
Don't be what way she wondered. Was there a way you were supposed to act when the first love you ever had threw you away? Were you supposed to be nice and cordial when the man you were supposed to marry broke your heart for a job? Silky was not sure, but she knew that she didn't care how she was supposed to act; all she cared about was how she felt and how she wanted to act. Well, she thought, to hell, with Reed and his opinion. He broke up with her.

The next day, on the way to school, after picking up Michael, he noticed she was not the same person he had seen yesterday. He had wondered about her all year, since she walked in to the campus radio station. She already had airtime experience from a high school and summer job. She was very pretty and not at all vain about it. She dressed sexy, but didn't seem to notice that she was or that other men had even noticed her state of dress. She was smart, had a good radio voice and handled her show better then most second years, and she wore an engagement ring. Michael wondered if it was real or did she just use it to keep the men at bay. He wanted to find out and now with her driving him home, he had the perfect opportunity to find out.

"So tell me, who's the lucky guy?" Michael asked on the way home that night pointing to the ring.

She looked at the ring and then him like he had asked her to cut off her hand and then a single tear ran down her face. "No one anymore," she choked out, "he dumped me."

"Really, may I ask why?"

"I'm not sure, but he said it was because he wanted to make a career out of the military and that he didn't want me to sacrifice my dreams for his. Whatever that means," she shot out. Then mumbled something to her self.

Seeing a possible opening Michael smoothly answered, "Well, usually that means that the man wants out of the relationship and/or wants something different out of life and that the women is holding the man back and the best way to break it off with the woman is to say that his dreams would make her lose or ruin hers and the man would never, could never do that to the woman. Easy out for the man, makes him look good if he ever decides he wants you back."

"What," came a spitting response? "Are you serious, men do that? Why?"

"We do things like that and worse, because plain and simply, we are dogs," another smooth answer from Michael. "We never stop to think outside of our jeans."

She laughed so hard at this and the when she finally could breath, she replied, "That is so true, and to think, I gave myself to him. What a fool I was."

So, she wasn't a virgin. Good all the more easily for what Michael had in mind, now to figure out how to seduce her broken heart into his arms. Michael loved a challenge. He also loved black haired women with porcelain white skin. Silky had both and to top it off a set of eyes so green, they would make an emerald jealous. She was, as he said, pretty and not vain about it, smart, sexy, sweet tempered and on the rebound. To put is simply, she was all he dreamed for in a woman except the rebound part, and hell, beggars couldn't be choosers. Time to figure out how to make her, his.

He let her talk and pour her heart out all the way home and for about 20 minutes in his driveway and even asked her in for a cup of coffee. At first she said no, but gave in the second time he asked as he got out of the car. She talked about her ex-fiancé and how it was with him and about were they had came from and what her father was going to say when he found out. She cried part of the time and seemed to determine to move on with her life the rest of the time. 

As he unlocked the door she asked, "Do you have something other that coffee?"

Wondering if she meant to get drunk, he questioned, "Like booze?"

Her eyes got wide and she laughed, "I probably should get drunk, but no, I have classes tomorrow and still have to drive home. I meant like tea or juice. I don't drink coffee, I hate the way it tastes."

Deciding whether he was disappointed or relieved, he said, "Of course, I have juice. If you wanted to get drunk though, I would put you up for the night or drive you home. I would never let you drive drunk." 

She laughed again, this time a little harder, "Trying to get me drunk won't help the heartache, I'll just remember in the morning."

How innocent she was and at the same time from the things she had said about her relationship with Reed, he knew she was experienced too. Michael wondered what it would take to get to her heart and body. He was only too willing to find out. He fixed her a glass full of ice and gave her a bottle of juice and started his coffee to perk. She was looking around his living area and kitchen, smiling at this and that. She mumbled something to herself that sounded like approval. He liked that thought. He wanted her to like his home. He wanted he to like everything about him.

"May I ask, why do you live off campus, Michael," she suddenly asked of him.

He was studying her and was a little caught off guard, when she spoke, but recovered and replied, "If I tell you, will you tell me why you don't live on campus either?"

Smiling she said, "My reason is no secret, Reed rented an apartment for me so that he could come stay with me when he visited and since you can't have over night guests in the dorms and a hotel room would be an extra expense on top of the dorm, we decided to just rent an apartment away from campus. This way, we don't have to live by their rules. What's your reason?"

With a devilish grin he came back with, "I'm the local serial killer and this way, I'm not easily caught." Then at her shocked look, he added, "No I'm kidding, I just didn't want to live by their rules either, I like my own space and would have hated to share a room with someone. I like to be able to have my own place to cook too. I have other reasons, but don't want to shock you."

Pleading she asked, "Tell me please."

"Maybe, in time, if you're really good. So how about dinner, my treat?"

She thought on this and replied, "Not tonight, I have something in the crock pot. Can I take a rain check?"

Strike out! He didn't let the disappointment show though, and answered her nonchalantly, "Sure, how about Thursday or Friday? I'll make your favorite and desert." Come on sweet angel, he thought, say yes. Let me have you, let me make you mine.

Thinking on this and wondering if she should date just after breaking up with Reed. Didn't people wait after a breakup, to date? Should she? Why not? Reed, couldn't know or care and so far only Reed and herself and now Michael knew the she was dumped, and only Michael and her would know that she went out this soon. Besides it was dinner, not really a date anyway. Answering him, slowly, "Okay, but how do you know my favorite or are you going to guess?" 

"Well, I could guess, but since I am really partial to spaghetti with meatballs, I'm going to say that is your favorite and hope I'm right and for desert, I just know women can't resist cherry cheesecake." 

Laughing again she replied, "Actually, that is one of my favorites, and if your cheesecake is really good, I'll become your love slave." 

His heart hit his throat and his pulse hammered, was he that easy to read, could she know his thoughts? No, she couldn't, not with all her innocence. Deciding to turn on the charm, he answered her challenge, "Well, beautiful, bring your favorite collar and wear something revealing and sexy, because it tastes like heaven."

He watched her face trying to judge her reaction to this, and he wasn't sure if she was going to bolt or laugh. Had he pressed to far to fast? It was partly her fault; she made that comment about being his love slave, which hit to close to home. She made his hormones race when she said it and the way it was said, like she meant it. He could see her now, half clothed and collared. Begging at his feet. What a site she would be. He shook this thought from his head, not so fast he told himself, take it easy and wait.

"Okay, well, shall we say tomorrow night," her voice sounding half flirty and half nervous, "Or will Friday, be better?"

He grabbed her hand, made a bow, kissed her hand and replied, "Tomorrow it is, my lady. You bring the bread and I'll supply the rest."

She saw her moment to leave and with a flirty smile said, "It's a date," and out the door she went.

On the way home, she wondered if he was flirting with her. She also thought about whether she wanted him to flirt with her. She felt funny after just breaking up with Reed, but decided that she was the one dumped, so why not. Besides, what if Michael wasn't flirting, what if he was always that way with women. Michael was a very good-looking man, sexy in fact. Surely he already had a girlfriend, especially since the rumor was that he had came from money. He probably was all ready set up to marry by his parents. Didn't rich people do that? Well, she mused, let's just play it by ear and see what happens. If the opportunity arose, she just let nature take its course and see where it took her. 

Then next day, on the way to school, Michael seemed a bit grumpy, and not very talkative. After several minutes of silence, she started laughing. He looked at her like she had grown a third head, but she continued to laugh.

"What, if I may ask, is so funny," came a gruff question? "Do I have my clothes on wrong or something?"

Still laughing a little, she replied, "No, not at all, at least I don't think you do. I was laughing at my own silly foolishness and myself. Yesterday, I thought you were flirting with me and trying to seduce me, but now I can see that I was just being silly." Sobering up a little, she added, "I guess it is just from be upset over Reed and all that. I am sorry Michael." She turned to look at him and found him looking at her strangely. Oh boy, Silky though, you really made a fool out of yourself now.

"Pull over for a minute," he said in a husky voice, "right here and now would be fine."

She pulled over and set the brake, not sure what was happening, surely he would not get out here and walk. She turned to look at him and found herself pulled into his arms, as his mouth claimed hers. He touched his tongue to her lips and she parted them. Slowly and thoroughly he kissed her. She couldn't remember ever being kissed this well. His hand cupped her right cheek and the other one was buried in her now loose hair. He nibbled her lips and then ended the kiss. She could feel the heat coming from his body, in waves and the waves seem to hit her body and they left her vibrating like a freshly plucked guitar string. His hand was still on her cheek and the other had come to rest on her shoulder and was presently stroking her neck ever so gently. Driving her senses crazy. He titled her head and looked into her eyes. 

"I was flirting, if that's what you want to call it," came a tense reply, "I am drawn to you and I want you, make no mistake about it and I mean to have you."

Not knowing what to say and not trusting her voice to speak, even if she did, she just sat there staring at him, not realizing her lips were slightly parted and her eyes had that look of wanting in them. She looked so sexy, that Michael thought about skipping school and spending the day making her forget her broken heart. He fought with this thought for several minutes and was about to ask her opinion on the matter, when he noticed, she had looked away. Oh no, did he move to fast, did he scare her off?

"Silk, look at me."

She turned her head and he saw that while she might be a little scared, she was turned on too. She seemed a little confused also. 

"Why are you so grouchy this morning," came an innocent question?

He laughed at this a little and asked, "Are you sure you want to know, little one, I may shock you," at her nod, he continued, "I thought of you all night and what would be the best way to seduce you tonight. I couldn't sleep, thinking of you and all I'd like to show you. Things I'd like to do with you and I don't mean just sexually, Silk. I want to dress you up, take you places, and see the wonders of the world with you." He watched her face again, sending up a silent prayer. "Well, what will it be, yes or no?"

Should she, could she. Why not? Reed had thrown her and her love away. Now someone else wanted her. Someone, who seemed to want the same things she wanted, liked the same things she did. Why not indeed? 

"Yes, I think so," came a slow reply, "Why not, I like you, and you seem like a nice normal person."

His eyes narrowed and he laughed a little again, "Nice, maybe, normal no, but I do like you too." Now was the time to exert a little control, to see how she would take it. "Silk, you will promise me one thing right here and now. I am a very take-charge type of person; I like to be in control. I will never hurt you or cause you any real pain. So, what I am asking is that you will always trust me, no matter what. Real trust, never questioning anything I say, do or ask of you. Can you do this? I need to know right now."

She smiled at him, "I think so," and then seeing that he wanted a definite yes or no, "Yes Sir, I can trust you."

He kissed her again, just as thoroughly as the first time and then said, "Good, now let's get to school, before we are late." 

As they drove to school, he asked her questions about her life and family. He asked and probed her and in that short 20-minute drive, she felt that he knew more about her than Reed ever did. This struck her funny, since Reed had lived down the street from her and she had known him for over two years. She wondered about Michael's life and family, but was content to answer questions about herself, for now. She could ask later. As her father always said, "All will reveal itself in time."

"So why did you parents name you Silky," he finally asked.

People always asked her this and even thought she liked her name, she was a little tired of the unusualness of her name that caused this question in the first place. She answered it with the same answer she always gave.

"My mother and father were hippies," she started, "And like all hippies, they gave their children those strange names. Mine were running with a group who had already used all the names that symbolized the hippy era. You know, like Rainbow, Faith, Love, Hope and all those other weird names. Well anyway, when I was born, I had long silky black hair and my mom felt it the first time she held me and said, Silky, that will be her name, Silky, like her hair. Since my parents wanted to give me a hippy type name, Silky was perfect. All their friends agreed. I was Silk or Silky ever since."

"What's your middle name?"

She raised her left eyebrow and smiled, "Promise not to laugh?"

Not looking amused, he replied, "I never laugh at someone's name."

"Skyewind," she said a little softly, "My father is part Cherokee Indian, and so we all have Indian names too. My older brother's name is Free River. We call him River."

They had arrived at the school and he said he would walk her to her class. She hoped this would not make him late to his own class. She thought to ask him, but he kept up with the questions. 

"So do all your siblings have Hippy/Indian names," he asked?

"No not all. My stepbrothers and sisters were born before my dad married their mom so they have normal names. My half brother from my father only has an Indian name, but not a hippy one. Dad had out grown the hippy thing by the time Falcon came along. My half brother from my mother has a hippy name, but not an Indian one; the Indian thing was Dad's idea not moms. They call him Raine. It is a real cool name, I think. Well, here's my class, you better run or you'll be late for yours." 

"Ok, until later then," and he kissed and left her standing there, heart thumping wildly from just a little kiss. My god that man could turn a woman into a puddle. If that was the effect he has with just a kiss, she may melt into nothing with his lovemaking. Well, she was willing to risk it, knowing that it was worth it. Oh yes, it was well worth it, she thought and she took her seat, trying to turn her thoughts to the English class at hand. 

She made it through the rest of her class with out spending to much time fantasizing about Michael. At lunch, she sat in the campus lunchroom and ate a salad, because it was the only thing on the menu that resembled was it was supposed to be. A deliveryman came up and asked her if she was Ms. Silky Bennett, to which she shook her head yes.

"I have a delivery for you," he stated, "Please sign here."

"Okay," she answered and signed the paper on the clipboard the he had thrust at her. As he turned to get the box he had laid behind him, she fished in her purse for a tip.

Handing her the box, he waved away the money, "No thank you Miss, the sender more than took care of the tip. Have a nice day," and off he went.

The card on top of the box read, 'I hope you don't think this too forward. M.' Curiously, she opened the box to find the sexiest outfit, she had ever seen. It was an emerald green teddy with garters. There was a pair of emerald green stockings to match the outfit and a necklace of sorts. It was an emerald green ribbon, made into a necklace. A choker, she thought after studying it. It reminded her of a collar also. It was rather sexy. She decided to put the choker on right then. 


Learning the Lifestyle Ch. 01



Remembering where she was, she looked at her watch and found she was going to be late, if she didn't get going. Throwing the rest of her salad in the trash, she made a mad dash for the campus radio station. She arrived with about a half a minute to spare. She went and got her stuff and headed for the flight deck; a DJ's code name for the place that they do their air shows, where the magic is worked, so to speak. Just as she put her hand on the knob, Michael yelled from his office for her to get in there, and he didn't sound happy.

Wondering what she could have done, she when to the door, "My show starts in 5 minutes. I need to prepare," she stammered.

"Donny will cover for you, already asked him." He stated, not looking up from his desk. "Get in here and close the door behind you, now!"

She decided that now was not the time for words, whatever they had between them didn't exist in school. She came in and shut the door softly behind her and took the seat closest to his desk. He didn't look up right away and this made her even more nervous. She chided herself for such behavior. She had worked for a top radio station for 3 years. She had dealt with top sponsors from large companies and corporations. This was just another student really, so what if he was technically the BOSS. He could only reprimand her, not flunk her or even worse, fire her. She told herself to stop being foolish.

Finally, he raised his head and looked at her. He didn't say anything; rather he seemed to just study her. His eyes stopped on the choker. She noticed the he smiled a little. She wanted him to speak, but feared what he was going to say to her. Still he just sat and stared. Then slowly, he sat back in his chair, his eyes never leaving her.

"So, you liked my little gift?" came a question, and even though he spoke in a low tone, she jumped as if he had shouted. "Settle little one, I won't bite. Hard anyway, and not unless you want me too," he said laughing out loud.

She felt silly now, and so her voice was a little shaky in replying, "Yes, very much."

"Was I being to forward?"

"No, not at all, really I liked it," she stammered

He came around the desk and to sit on the edge of the desk right in front of her. She had to look up at him to see his face. He was still watching her. He put his finger under her chin and she smiled weakly at him. A look of confusion crossed his face. Was she scared of him? God, he hoped not. He really loved the submissive look she was wearing earlier, but now he sensed fear, and fear was not what he wanted her to feel.

Using low tones again, he probed, "Silky, are you scared of me? At this she shook her head no. "Than why do you look like you're about be tortured?" Seeing she meant to respond, he put a finger to her lips, " Now let me finish, always remember this, when I am speaking, never interrupt. Can you do this?" 

She shook her head, yes this time. That submissive look in her eyes again. That look could bring him to his knees, at her feet, if he wasn't careful. Hell, he would give her anything, by that look. 

"Okay, now that's better, you don't look quite so scared. Now let me say this first and foremost, always, and I do mean always, Silky, be honest with me. Never lie, because I can't abide lies. I will never lie to you and I expect the same in return. Am I clear, do you except this?" Again a nod of yes, "Good, now why do you look so scared?"

"I thought I messed up somehow on my show and I couldn't remember anything I'd done wrong, so you scared me when you called me in here like that. Am I in trouble and if so what did I do," she asked in rapid words?

A smile crossed his face as he spoke, "You haven't done anything that I'm aware of, in fact you are one of the best here and the best first year. I called you like that so that the others would think the same thing you seemed to have thought. Can't let them think I am favoring you." He reached out his hand and stroked her cheek and then her lips. "Would you consider it sexual harassment if I kissed you again?"

"No." came a wide-eyed reply.

He pulled her to her feet and kissed her again. The kiss seemed to melt her more than the one this morning did. She felt like she was drowning. Slowly he explored her mouth with his tongue and tasted her totally. He taught her the rhythm that seemed to best please him and slowly his hands started rubbing circles down her back. She hadn't realized that she was gripping his shirt and when she did she released it and moved her hands up to grip his neck. He had made his way down to her lower back, just above her bottom, his hands rested there for the moment. She felt his reaction to the kiss through his jeans and without meaning to, pressed her middle up against it and a high pitched whimper escaped her. She heard him growl and suddenly his hands were squeezing her behind and pressing her into him. He broke the kiss, but didn't let her go. He dipped low and lifted her chin and kissed her neck and throat. This was her weakness and soon she began to pant. 

"Oh Michael, yes, please," came a breathless voice from her.

Again he growled, "Please what?" He had to hear her say it.

She moaned and threw her head back as he kissed down the vee of her shirt. How had the buttons come undone? "Please, take me, make me yours," came a throaty response.

Slowly, remembering where he was, he brought her back to reality. Smiling at how quickly she had been brought to the brink. "I will, later though, little one, but right now, you have a show to run and I still have a question for you." He buttoned her shirt back up, not remembering undoing it. "So was I too forward, with my gift?"

She smiled and shyly replied, "No, not at all. I loved it and I really liked the choker. That's why I wore it."

His face became serious again, "Good," then on to other things, "Well, you better get to work. Donny has covered for you for ten minutes. Oh and you better tell him you got your ass chewed royally for something. I told him that is why I needed him to cover for a few. Better make something up to make it believable too." He seemed to be dismissing her as he went back around his desk and took his seat.

At the door she bowed to him, "Yes, Sir," and started to leave.

"Oh, Silk," she turned to look at him, "That is a collar, not a choker. Shut the door behind you," dismissing her just like that.

She went on her way to the flight deck, pondering what he had just said. A collar, but didn't that mean? Was she his pet? Could she do that, and could he? Vaguely remembering something she had read in a book once about a woman who was her lover's slave or something like that. Didn't the girl call him Sir or something? Silk remembered that the book was real racy and made her want to touch herself as she read it. She also remembered fantasizing about what she had read. She fantasized that she was the slave girl and had to be subservient to a man and call him Sir. She remembered it now and it made her feel the same way it had back when she had read it.

Surely, Michael hadn't meant that by what he said. No way! Those people didn't really live in the normal world, did they? No, surely not. Michael wasn't the type anyway. He probably was just teasing her still about the cheesecake thing again. Hadn't he said bring her most revealing outfit and a collar, her favorite collar, in fact. Well, his gift had done that for her. She had revealing outfits, but was at a loss for a collar. Now she had a matching set. Well, his cheesecake better be heaven, because she was going to show him. She was going to the bathroom, right now and put the outfit on, under her clothes. Good thing her skirt and shirt would match.

Her show went well, and soon it was almost six. Marcy came to relieve her early and they chatted for a few during songs and spots. Marcy was a pretty blond girl from California. Silk knew more about, Marcy's sex life than she wanted to, it seemed that Marcy slept with every guy she could. She could tell that the girl was really lonely, so she was always nice to her. Marcy was getting her stuff ready for her show, when Michael walked in. Michael smiled and nodded politely at Marcy's greeting. He looked at Silky and tapped his watch. Silky nodded and he left the room.

"Oh my God. That man is simply to die for. I bet he can ride like a champ, if you know what I mean," Marcy gushed to Silky. "I would sure love to find out."

Silky was on her way out of the flight deck and couldn't help herself, "Well, Marcy, I'll let you know tomorrow." With that she left Marcy standing with her mouth open. 

She was laughing as she met Michael at the exit. He looked at her wondering what was so funny. Then he noticed the color of her stockings, all other thoughts where gone from his mind. Had she put the outfit on? His heart raced at the thought of her in the sexy little nothing he had sent her. At this rate, dinner would be quick and so would he. It was time for him to pace himself, or it would prove to be a short night.

"Are you listening to what I said," she asked breaking his thoughts?

"No, what did you say," he said looking at her with that look? The look of lust, she thought.

Silky sighed and repeated, "I was telling you, how Marcy thinks you are such a hunky man and how you could probably ride like a champ, if you know what I mean," her eyebrow arching? "Her words, mind you. So I told her that I'd let her know tomorrow, and walked out. Her jaw hit the floor. It was rather funny, really."

At this he looked concerned, "Do you care if others know about us? I don't really care, but then I am the boss, but you might be treated different if they think you are seeing me. I just don't want you to be hurt."

That touched her. "Michael, I could care less what others think. My daddy always said, 'Please yourself, and you'll always be happy.' I am happy with me so who cares what those dorks think. If anything they would probably be jealous, the women anyway."

"The men too, Silky. So tell me, do you really like Marcy or what? She is a bit forward. I know she sleeps around. Heard the guys talk. Donny says I ought to get me a piece, but I told him, she couldn't handle me. Too normal for my tastes."

At this she laughed, " A little conceited aren't we, Michael? Actually, I think she is lonely and that is why she sleeps around. Thinks that it means she is accepted in some way. You've seen the type. I'm sure."

"What's that supposed to mean," he replied?

They had reached her car and she was unlocking the door and pretended not to have heard him as she got in and unlocked his door. Hoping he would drop it. Then seeing the look on his face, she knew, no such luck.

"Well!"

Shaking her head, "All I meant was that, you seem to be the experienced type, so I'm sure you have slept with her type. Come on, honestly. I don't care, just making a statement." Noticing the look on his face, she realized she had stepped out of bounds.

"Silk, I told you, I can't abide lies. I try to never lie myself. If I said she is not my type, I meant it. She is not my type. Too normal," he explained with a sober look on his face. "Now can we drop it?"

"Okay," came a meek response. Silk wondered what he meant by normal, normal by whose standards. She was pondering this, when he tapped her arm. 

"Stop at Corks and I'll get some wine for dinner," he said pointing to the shopping center they were coming up on. "I like red wine with spaghetti, how about you?"

A slight blush slashed her cheeks, "I like any wine, but unless I put ice in the glass, I get smashed really fast and pass out. I don't know why, but I do."

With a devilish grin, "And this is a problem?" Then seeing her shocked look, "Don't worry, I'll get some ice."

"I'm not worried, it's just usually people get upset if you put ice in wine. Ruins the taste or something. I don't care, I like it better than passing out."

Wondering to him self if he was coming on a little to fast with the dominance, she seemed to have turned into a timid deer. Was he too controlling too fast? He never had tried to turn a vanilla to the lifestyle. The women he had played with were are usually very experienced in the lifestyle and sought him out or at least knew enough of it to know that they wanted in it. Maybe he ought to give Baron a call; Baron would know what to do. Baron was his mentor, he taught Michael a lot about being a male Dominant. After thinking on this a little more, he decided that it was the best course of action, but until than, he decided to ease up a bit. No sense in scaring her away. He wanted to have her and he wanted that to happen tonight. 

In a gentle tone that he would have used on a spooked horse, "Silk, you can drink your wine anyway you want. You can drink it out of your shoe if that's what you like. I am not into society's rules. I want you to be happy." Seeing her relax greatly, he knew he'd have to be a little gentler with her.

They stopped at the liquor store Michael had indicated and there in the same shopping center was a grocery store. Remembering the bread, Silk ran in and got a loaf of French bread and garlic butter. She met Michael back at liquor store. He was looking at the wine racks. He looked up and smiled and took her hand when she approached. 

Turning to her, he asked, "Do you have a favorite?"

"Not really, I like most anything as long is it doesn't have a heavy liquor taste."

"Do you like sweet or dry?"

Biting her lip, she hesitantly replied, "Ummm, I'd say sweet, but not to sweet. Dry leaves a strange taste."

He looked through a few more and picked one out finally, "This will be perfect."

At the counter, Michael also bought a bottle of something called Tequila Rose. Silk wondered what it was. Knowing that it had the name tequila in it, she wouldn't touch it. She had sworn off that stuff after the time she got really smashed on it and ended up with Reed's best friend, naked, in bed. Reed just laughed it off, since she found him with some other girl, but Silky was a little upset by it. She wasn't so mad about the whole thing as much as she was embarrassed by it. She remember what had happened with Taylor and she remembered how much she liked it and this upset her. Tequila made her so horny and out of control and she didn't want that to happen again. She got so worked up, that she had no control what so ever. Silk assured herself that it wouldn't happen again.

As they walked out and the door shut, Silk said to Michael, "I don't drink tequila, Michael, just thought you ought to know."

Knowing about her thing with tequila, having over heard her tell Marcy about it, he smiled devilishly, "Okay, no problem. I bought it for me. Besides, it's not straight tequila, but hey that's fine, I wasn't planning to share anyway."

They got to Michael's house and he put the pot of sauce he had made the night before, on the stove to reheat. He explained to her that he had prepared it last night and cooked it for over four hours and then put it in the fridge. He said this actually made it taste better. He also showed her a little secret about the pasta too. He cooked it this morning and then put it in a covered bowl. He said all he had to do was rinse it in hot water just before serving it. Dinner could be ready as soon as the sauce was hot.

Michael got out some wine glasses and poured them both a glass of one of the bottles he had purchased. Told her it was a sweet wine from California. While he did this, she prepared the garlic bread and put it in the oven on warm. Michael came up behind her and put his arms around her waist. He kissed her neck and handed her a wine glass. He nuzzled her ear until she giggled and then left her to taste the wine.

He went over and took a seat at his table. He had the rose stuff and a glass of ice in front of him. She went over and laid on the love seat thing he had in his dinning/sitting room drank her wine. It had a wonderful flavor and before she knew it, she had drunk the whole glass. Michael was standing over her with the bottle.

"Want a refill, you little lush," He asked jokingly?

"Maybe just one before dinner," she replied pretending to slur her speech a little. "Really ociffer, I'm not drunk."

He refilled her glass and she lay and listened to the music he had turned on when they came in. The music was very sensual. Made her feel like making love. She lay and listened to Michael who was on the phone in the other room. She couldn't make out what he was saying, but she could tell he was talking to someone. She lay and sipped her wine waiting for him to come back in the room.

Michael had called Baron to get his opinion on the whole thing. Baron had said that it was possible, in fact very possible to turn Silk to the lifestyle. 

"My little pet Dyna was vanilla when I first met her," Baron chuckled 

"I didn't know that. You couldn't tell. I am surprised, really, tell her so, I thought she was practically born to it," Michael said sounding surprised and impressed.

They talked a few minutes more and Baron explained that Michael would just have to be a little more patient and gentler with Silk. So easing up was the right thing to do. Michael thanked Baron and promised to bring Silk to visit real soon and hung up.

He came back in the room to find Silk very into the music and was amused to find her wine glass empty again. He sat down at the table and poured himself a glass of Tequila Rose. He though about getting her to drink some and see if she would become as wild as she had told Marcy. Then he though better, let her decide if she wanted some. He would not force this on her.

She looked up to find him drinking a glass of pink something and watching her intently. She knew that they would make love if she wanted too. All she had to do was give him a sign. What kind of sign, Silk was unsure of, but she knew that the music and the wine would show her. She sat up slowly, watching him looking at her and took off her shoes. She sank to her knees on the carpet and crawled across the room toward him. Looking him in the eye the whole time. 

Michael's pulse hammered as she looked at him and crawled across the floor to him. She looked like something out of a sleazy rock video and that made Michael all the more turned on. She stopped at his legs and bowed her head to the floor, putting her behind up in the air. Michael knew if he were behind her, he would probably have gotten a show. She lifted her head and he placed his hands on her face lifting her up to kneel, slowly he kissed her lips and teased at her mouth.

She got to her feet and stood there for a second swaying to the music. Then she put her hands just below the hem of her skirt and slowly pulled it up her thighs. Next she straddled Michael and began to kiss him again. All the while she was grinding her middle into his. Her hands had begun to unbutton his shirt and tug it open. She slipped a hand inside the folds and a sigh escaped her. She caressed his chest and shoulders trying to remove the shirt totally. Finally he helped her and tore it from his arms. Then he proceeded to remove hers and was pleased to see she had indeed put the outfit he had sent her, on. She reached down and unbuttoned his pants, but couldn't do much more and didn't want to get up just yet. Michael had finish removing her shirt and was kissing her chest and caressing her breasts with his hand, the other hand was tangled in her hair. 

She leaned back to give him room to kiss farther down her chest. He was both shocked and delighted at the brazen way she had straddled him. He had thought she might bolt on him at first, if he tried to make a move. He made his way back up her chest and was kissing her throat; she was moaning and had begun to squeeze his thighs with hers. Michael thought to himself, that she had one hell of a grip. She kept pulling at his pants and he smiled, knowing what she wanted, but wanted her to ask for it. Then she tried to get up, knowing she was going to try to remove his pants again, he held her in place and kissed her breasts again.




Learning the Lifestyle Ch. 01



In a strained voice she pleaded, "Michael, let me up," and then a little louder she said, "Please, take off your jeans."

"Not yet, all in time, little one. You need to slow a little or you'll explode. Did you know that you are so hot?"

He proceeded to back her down a bit, and offered her his wine glass, while he drank the Tequila Rose. She downed the glass and watched him with a sensuous look. Michael poured himself another glass of Rose. As he did this, she pressed herself into him again.

"What does it taste like," she questioned, pointing to the glass he had just filled?

"Actually like creamy strawberry liqueur. Want a little taste," he said as he downed a swallow?

"Maybe a little taste," she said as she reached for the glass, but her stopped her with a kiss. He had swallowed most of what he had taken and left just a little in his mouth. She pulled away a little at first, but then upon tasting it, she devoured his mouth. This almost made him lose control. He parted the kiss as soon as she would let go and pushed her back a little.

"Wow," he said breathlessly, "I take it you like the taste?"

In answer to his question, she picked up his glass and downed the whole thing. Setting the glass down, she kissed him again and gave him a little taste. He pushed her off and this time made her stand and turn with her back to him. He then again pulled her into his lap and cupped her breasts. 

"Move your hair, pet. I want your neck," he ordered gently.

She swept her waist length hair over her right shoulder and lean back into him. He nibbled up and down her neck and sent her into orbit. He was delighted at the goose bumps covering her body. Using his hands, he parted her thighs and slowly stroked her, making her all the more aroused. She pushed her bottom back and ground it into him, letting him know what she wanted. He kept up the slow stroking and also stroked her inner thighs. He could feel her melting. Finally he could take no more. He helped her to stand and stood up himself. She reached for his jeans and he let her have what she wanted as he kissed her some more.

He had kicked off his shoes earlier, so all she had to do was drop his pants to the ground. He kicked them off and she pushed him back down on the chair. Once again she straddled him and continued to kiss him. She leaned back and he entered her just a little. He stopped kissing her to watch her face. She sighed, and he could feel her pushing against him to force him to take her completely. He made her wait and finally when he felt her go limp, he thrust deeply into her. She raked his back with her nails and squeezed him with her thighs.

"Oh my god, I'm dying."

Smiling at this, he returned, "If you are, then so am I." 

Slowly he rocked her against him. She found his mouth and kissed him again. All the while, she dug her nails into his back. She was whimpering and moaning his name, making his head swim. He cupped her buttocks and ground her into him, knowing that it was making them both crazy and equally giving them both pleasure too. Then suddenly this wasn't enough and he stood up and in one fluid movement placed her on the table and wrapped her legs around his waist. Slowly he began to thrust into her, with a teasing stroke. 

She leaned back on her hands, to watch him. Smiling at him as he picked up the pace. Sending her into a fevered pitch. She felt like she was totally out of control. It dawned on her that she had never felt this way, ever, not even with Reed. The feeling was so intense that she thought she would just spin off in to space. She never wanted it to end. She gripped him tighter with her thighs.

Finally she felt him nearing his climax and she reached up to kiss him again. His mouth found hers and he gripped the back of her neck. Almost, forcefully now, he thrust into her, but she didn't notice the roughness. Finally he threw back his head and groaned loudly. Next he pressed into her and exploded. She lost all control at that moment and exploded herself. She let a nice trail of scratch marks down his sides and at the same time totally unaware to either of them, the hand on her neck gripped her so hard that he left bruises. As their passion finally abated, she noticed that she had made his sides bleed. She pulled her hands back to find blood and he laughed. 

He reached over on the counter and grabbed her a paper towel. Then pulled away from her. She reached out for him, but he had bent down and was picking up his pants and shirt. Then, walking naked, he went in to his room, which opened up on to the kitchen and tossed his stuff on the chair. Next he reached out and grabbed the shorts and robe off his bed. He came back out to the table and handed her the robe and then proceeded to put the shorts on his gloriously naked body. She pouted a little when he did this. 

Seeing this, he replied, "We still need to eat and I don't plan to do that in the buff."

She laughed and he helped her off the table. He took the robe from her and helped her into it and then tied the sash for her. Kissing her once again, he returned to the kitchen and began to serve the meal. He came back carrying two plates covered full with spaghetti. Next he brought a basket full of garlic bread and another bottle of wine. Before he sat down, he retrieved her glass from the love seat. He sat down and poured them each some more wine and began to eat. She did like wine and smiled to herself at the wonderful flavor of the sauce. 

Seeing her smile, he asked, "Surprised?"

"Surprised about what?" she questioned.

Seeing that she didn't what to offended him by making a sexist remark, he made it for her, "Surprised that a man can cook such a wonderful sauce that tastes like heaven?"

Hoping that he hadn't thought that of her, she answered back, "No, actually smarty pants, it tastes just like my grandfathers except that he puts pepperoni and black olives in his. Called it Irish spaghetti. He learned to make it from an Italian lady in Hell's Kitchen."

She watched his face to see what affect her remark had on him. His face was unreadable and passive. She hoped she hadn't made him mad. She really had to work on how she said things. Her father was always telling her that. She could hear him now, "It's not always what you say, but how you say it." Mentally chastising herself, she thought of how to make it up to him. 



Learning the Lifestyle Ch. 02



Seeing that she was still a little uneasy, he gave himself another mental kick. Slow down, boy, you'll spook her. Deciding to keep the conversation light, he said laughing, "Really, I bet the Italians didn't care to much for the Irish thing."

"I don't know, I never asked. He died when I was six. I didn't really know what Irish and Italian meant actually. All I knew was that Grandpa called himself Irish. It's funny how at that age you never question such things," Silk replied. After a moment she laughed and said, "My mother dated this guy before she remarried who was Hispanic, and my brother, River asked him what was he. River meant what did he do for a living, but Carlos thought he meant nationality, so he told River that he was a Mexican. River went around for months telling everyone that when he grew up, he was going to be a Mexican. Everyone just rolled."

"I bet. Your brother River sounds like a funny guy. Do you miss your family?"

Thinking about it for a minute, she answered, "Yes and no. I miss not seeing them all the time, but it was time for me to leave the nest so to speak. I'm excited to be in college so that takes the place of the homesickness, I guess. What about you?"

He laughed, "Well, I miss my family, but since I grew up in boarding schools, this being away is something that I am already used too. I was in boarding school since I was eight. I only saw my parents at holidays." Seeing this was easing her, he decided to talk for a bit.

"What about your family? How many siblings do you have and what about your parents? I know next to nothing about you, whereas, you know a lot about me. Come on, talk," she asked.

Seeing that she really wanted to know and that she really didn't know who he was, he gave in, "My father, is the owner of many large companies, of which includes many cattle ranches all over the US. You've probably eaten our beef. My mother, is into like a hundred charities and stuff like that, and my only sibling, who is a sister, is currently attending college in Boston for the sole purpose of finding a husband who she feels is worthy of her. She is a real snob. I am the black sheep because I wanted to be a radio DJ. My father said, fine, let me buy you a station and you can do whatever you want. He couldn't understand that I really wanted to go to college to really learn to be a DJ. Thinks that he can pay someone to tell me how to do it and since I would own the station, no one would care if I messed up. I said no and so here I am, much to his dismay."

"Why did you want to be a DJ?"

Caught off guard, he thought before replying, "I don't really know. I've always wanted to do this. Since I was like 8. I used to pretend I was one. Dad even bought me a bunch of equipment and I actually made shows and recorded them. In fact I used one I made at age 16 for this girl; on my application for the job of Student Program Director. They said that I showed real talent even then. What about you, why do you want to be one?"

Ready for the question, she answered, "My step mom does this too. She got me hooked. When I was 15, she got me a summer job at her station. They had this new gimmick to try and hook more listeners. They hired high school kids to be DJs for the summer. Well, I was really good and really popular so they kept me on after the summer was over. I had my own regular spot. During school it was from six to ten three nights a week except when I cheered at games. I ran Royals Baseball during baseball season. During the summer I was the ten to two, afternoon girl and I also had the four to ten spot on Sunday's, with the occasional fill in on Saturday's afternoons. I got my FCC license at 15, but the big stations want a college education with a major in communications, so here I am." 

Really impressed, he replied, "Wow! So you really know your stuff, don't you? That's incredible. I didn't even know you could get a license at 15. Bet you had an FCC license before you had a driver's license. That is too cool." 

Smiling she shook her head, "Yes, I did have the FCC license first, had to beg rides with friends and my step mom to get to work."

Not knowing what else to say, they lapsed in to a silence. Silky was thinking about what had just a transpired and wondering if she had let things happen too fast. She was hoping, he didn't think her easy. She really liked him. She'd felt an instant connection to him like none other. It reminded her of that tingly feeling that they always talk about in romance novels. Wondering what to do next as she finished her meal, she without thinking, downed the rest of her wine. As she lowered the glass, she discovered Michael looking at her with that hungry look. This gave her some encouragement, but still feeling green, she didn't know what to do.

Noting the uneasiness in her look, Michael wondered what should he do next. She seemed to want to be with him, but she also seemed scared. Why though, he was trying hard to be as normal as possible. Noting that her plate was empty, he saw another opening. "Well, it looks like you're ready to become my love slave."

Her mind flashed to that book once more and her eyes betrayed her thoughts. Michael noticed a slightly startled look, but it was mixed with lust this time. What was it about the word love slave; it seemed to strike a cord with her? He decided to explore it more, but first, cheesecake.

"Are you ready for dessert," Michael asked in a sultry voice.

Seeing he was teasing, she purred back, "Yes Sir." She then noticed a strange look on his face and he swallowed very hard. As he got up and took their plates away, she poured some more wine in her glass, than realized that this was her fifth glass. She never usually could handle this much wine. She knew she was getting drunk and decided to not worry this time. After what had happened on this very table, it was likely that she was not going home tonight. In fact, she was certain that she was not, and she would definitely make sure of it, but exactly how was the question. 

Michael returned to the table with two plates full of cherry cheesecake and gave her one. "Now do I have your promise that you will become my love slave as per our earlier agreement?"

"Of course, I never back out on a promise. I am a woman of my word."

Reaching under her chin and hooking a finger under the collar, he pulled her closer and kissed her lips. "Good, I'd hate to have to tie you up and beat you, if you backed out."

Her eyes widened at what he said and he hoped he hadn't blown it. Damn, he cursed himself, shut the hell up and just play nice for now. 

Her eyes did widen, but what Michael took it to mean was so far from the truth that he wasn't even in the ballpark. She was thinking of that book again and in that very instant had clearly remembered all of it. She blushed and thought, no way, Michael was not like that, no way. He couldn't be, people didn't really do those things, did they? Then the thought accrued to her, should she tell him about the book? Should she ask him about that stuff? Why not? 

And with that, before she could chicken out, she blurted out, "Michael, I need to asked you a question."

Startled by the way she said it and thinking the ax was falling, he shot back, "Okay, shoot."

She proceeded to tell him all about the book and everything including how it made her feel. She watched his face through the whole story, but couldn't make out anything, as he was totally unreadable. As she neared the end of her story, she started to feel a little stupid and was almost hesitant to ask her question, but she gathered her last ounce of courage and with a shaky voice said, "Michael, does this stuff really exist and are you into it?"

He was floored. He knew the book she was talking about. He was going to have her read it in fact. To see what her reaction was, but now that was not necessary. Now he just had to answer her simple questions, but what would her reaction to his answers be? Would she flee? Deciding that he would have to take the chance since lying wasn't his style, he replied smoothly, "Yes, that stuff does exist, but before I answer the rest of your question, I want to ask one of my own."

"Okay," came a meek reply.

"If I were to say yes, would you turn tail and run from me? Before you answer, here me out. Also think, if you were to run, would it be out of fright or revulsion?"

Without even thinking, she said, "I would not run and I am not repulsed by the thought either. I am intrigued."

Smiling, he replied smoothly, "Then yes, little one. I am, as you say, into that stuff." He watched her reaction and found that she had not lied. She was not scared in the least bit. Deciding to test her further, he asked, "Now may I ask, are you into it?"

As she had just taken a sip of her wine, she proceeded to spit it across the table. "I don't know, I never thought about it. I told you, I didn't know that people really did that stuff."

"Now you do know so are you into it, or..." he trailed off smiling at her, he cocked his eyebrow. "Are you Vanilla?"

Without thinking she blurted out, "I wouldn't say that I am lily white, I'd just call it a little green."

He reached over and hooked her collar again and pulled her close but this time the kiss was more. He devoured her mouth again and just as she thought she would melt, he broke the kiss. The look in his eyes told her that she was most assuredly staying the night. In fact, she might stay the whole week. 

"No my pet, you are just inexperienced, but you will learn," he said with a growl and then pulled her into his lap. He began kissing her again as he cradled her body in his arms. His mouth tasted of cheesecake and wine. She was fast losing any fear she had. The feel of his arms and mouth was just too strong; she was totally lost in them. She noticed her breathing had become rapid again, almost like a pant. The thought occurred to her that she would surely expire at this rate, but what a way to go. Bliss.

This was more than he had dared hope for. Here she was, in his arms and not so nearly as innocent as he had first thought. She was also willing for what he had in mind. She felt so right in his arms. He knew though that he should still take things slow. He was already laying out a plan in his mind as to how things would go and in what order. He could taste success and did not want anything to blow it. Gently he ended the kiss and looked at her. She seemed to be in heaven, which made him smile down at her. She smiled back. This gave Michael a great sense of triumph. 

"Are you okay," he asked softly.

Her answer came out as a purr, "Perfect."

Thinking now was as good as any time to began he said, "Silk, I want you to get on your knees before me. I want to show you a few things."

Eager to begin, but still a little nervous, she slid off his lap and landed lightly on her knees in from of him, sitting on her heels. Trying to remember what she had read in that book about kneeling. Remembering something, she spread her knees wide and placed her hands lightly on her thighs, knowing this was a proper relaxed kneel for a slave. She looked up to see his reaction. He was smiling. This gave her confidence a big boost. She knew that she could do this and please him too.

"Very good, you have one of the kneels down almost perfectly. Now hold your head high, but look down with your eyes," he instructed. "Remember this, when I want you in this position, I'll say kneel. Now, kneel up."

She gave him a confused look, not remembering this one. She knew she should remain quiet, but began saying anyway, "I don't know what..."

He silenced her with a finger to her lips, "Shhh, never speak unless asked to. I know you are new to this. If you do not know a position, just look at me and I will tell you what to do, but otherwise, keep your eyes down. Now kneel up means to come up to just your knees, keep your hands where they are unless told otherwise. When you are wearing a collar, you will lift your head as to present your collar, if you are not wearing one, just stay normal. Do this very fluid and smoothly. No one likes a sloppy slave and always keep you eyes down cast unless asked to look directly at someone."

She took all this in and smiled to herself. She knew this would be hard, but thought to herself, 'This is what I want.'

Watching her, Michael looked for certain signs. Signs that she was okay with this and signs that she might bolt. So far, it seemed that she was doing fine. He also noticed the little smile she had, taking that as a good sign, he preceded. "Silk, I want to teach you a few more things, but I don't want you to feel rushed, so let me know if it gets to be too much and I'll stop."

"Okay," came a strong reply.

"One other thing, from now on I'm your Master. When we play like this, you will refer to me as such. You will answer me with Yes or No, Master. Am I understood?" He stated firmly.

She looked up and said, "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

Knowing that she had messed up she frowned, "Yes Master."

"Good," came the reply. "Now, belly." Noting the quick flash of her eyes, he explained, "Smoothly go to laying on your belly. Once down, put your arms behind your back and cross them at the wrists. Lay you head so you may look in my direction. Some Masters require you to cross your ankles, but I want you to always spread your legs. I will explain why later. Now belly."

She leaned forward, placing her hands on the floor and lowered her body to the floor. Once down she placed her arms behind her back as asked, spread her legs and laid her head so that she was facing him as asked. Next, she wondered what this position is for.

Seeming to read her mind, the answer came; "This position mainly is used by a slave to present herself to a Master and beg for mercy, forgiveness, favor, or whatever. I also use it for sex. You cannot move or get up as easily from this if I am on top of you, and it shows Domination when I am on top. If I were using it for sex, you would stretch your arms above your head. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," came another strong answer. 

Things were going good. A few more and then he would reward her. "This next one doesn't really have a name. Sometimes I will just say, down. You will use it to show submission and obedience. You will go into this position when you are in trouble and know you are receiving discipline. I will also order you to this position if you displease me. You will go back on your knees and then place your top half on the floor so that your bottom is up in the air. Your chest and face will be on the floor and you will turn your head toward my direction again. Now, down."

She once again changed positions. She didn't know what to do with her arms once there so she flashed him a look again. She felt funny with her fanny in the air but obeyed anyway.

Seeing her look and noting that she seemed at a loss as to what to do with her arms, he told her, "For now stretch your arms above your head like you are bowing. Other times your arms may be bound behind your back but if they are not, this is how you will present in this position. You are doing very good by the way."

He left her to wait there and watched her. She did not seem to be uncomfortable. He smiled as he looked at her pert little bottom. Inside he was feeling very proud, but knew that he could not let on to her. A slave must always wonder if they are pleasing their Master, if they knew otherwise they could become vain and lazy. He wondered if he should give her a small lesson in discipline. Why not, just to see how she reacted.

She could not see him very well from her current position but knew he was still sitting behind and to the side of her. She wondered what was next. Why was he not saying anything? She arched her back a little, not because she was uncomfortable, just to stretch it out. Seeing him stand, she stopped. What now, her mind flashed. He moved totally behind her and she could not see him now. She felt the floor shift behind her. Next he touched her hip. He then moved into her line of sight and she saw that he was kneeling next to her. He started stroking her back and bottom. This brought a sigh to her lips.

He felt her begin to relax a little. As he stroked her, he lifted the robe out of the way, thinking that he should have had her remove it before he started. Feeling that she was totally relaxed, he swatted her behind with a gentle, but firm slap. She jumped a little and a small whimper escaped her. He gave her another one. This time she whimpered again but remained still. Good, he thought, and gave her one more. Again she remained still. This was better than he hoped. He longed to go on but knew he had pushed her limits tonight. He got up and resumed his seat. Sighing he said, "Kneel up."

She went back to the right position and even lifted her head to present her collar. He felt desire shoot through him. He marveled at the power she had over him. "Okay Silk, go ahead and kneel look at me now." 

She did and then lifted her eyes to meet his. Seeing his smile, she returned it and sent a silent prayer that she had done well and not looked the fool. 

"Do you have any questions?" He asked. He also noticed that she had not finished her desert and reached for it. Scooping up a forkful, he began to feed her.

Shyly she began, "I do, but I don't want to look silly." She accepted a forkful of cheesecake. The flavor was heaven and the look on her face showed it.

Smiling at that look, he continued to feed her and asked, "What do you want to know. Ask me anything I want you to learn. Remember, the only dumb question is the one not asked."

"This could take all night. There are so many things I'd like to know, so many questions to ask," she replied after swallowing a mouthful. "I don't even know how to ask some of the questions, I want to know."

"So just start asking, we have forever. The world is not going to end tomorrow. Just ask what comes to mind and don't be afraid to ask me anything. I will not laugh at you," He answered back smiling.

Thinking about what to ask first, she bit her lip in thought, "Well, I guess I should ask what is first and foremost on my mind. I know that there is some punishment and spanking involved in this, but to what degree and how much do you do it?"

"Are you afraid that I'll hurt you little one?" He asked smoothly.

Feeling her body tremble at the sound of his voice, she unknowingly closed her eyes and sighed loudly. "No, not afraid, but I don't really know much about it. I liked when you swatted me a few minutes ago. Made me hot, but I am a little scared about the rest of the stuff involved. What about the tools and stuff? Also, why do you call me little one or pet?"

Giving her another mouthful, he replied, "I will teach you about all the tools and stuff that are involved as you learn. I will not hurt you only give you slight pain. I will not lie to you; some things may cause some minor pain, but never serious pain. I will teach you to like it and we will start slow, increasing as you learn. As for the term little one or pet, they are basically names that a Master calls his slave. They are not meant to be a put down. More like a pet name. Besides you are little to me." 

Feeling braver, she asked, "Will you tie me up?"

A little unsure about whether she wanted to be tied, he stated, "Maybe, why, do you want me too. Will I need to tie you?" He knew that he would defiantly tie her at some point but wanted to see what she thought about that.

Thinking about it a little, she smiled, "I don't know. I am not afraid, but I have seen some things that look too painful. I don't think I am into hardcore pain. Do you know what I mean?"

Wondering where she had seen anything like she was hinting at, he asked, "Just what have you seen and where?"

"Internet," came a quick answer. "Why?"




Learning the Lifestyle Ch. 02



He fed her the last of her dessert and stood up. Smiling to himself, when she stayed put, he picked up his plate and carried both their plates to the sink. Then he went to his room and opened a drawer. Silk saw him take out a magazine and then he came back to the table with it and sat down again. "Is this what you are referring to?" He held out the magazine, which he had turned to a page that had a girl tie up by her hair and breasts. Her arms where tied behind her back and she was lifted up till she danced on her tiptoes. Her breasts had clamps on them and their where clothes pins on her thighs and crotch.

"Oh my god, do people really do that?" She gushed without thinking.

"That and worse, I could show you things that would make you run. Tell me what you think of this one," he asked as he turned a few pages? This one showed a girl tied to a cross looking thing. Her hands were tied to the cross members, her mouth had a gag in it and her breast were bound with ropes and there were needles stuck through them. Her breasts were almost purple and there was blood dripping from the needles. The girls face showed pleasure though.

"It looks really painful. Are you asking if I would do that? I think not, but surely that is not all there is," she seemed to beg.

He laughed lightly at her eagerness, "No, that is no all there is. I will show you what I expect of you. I promise it will not be like that. Actually I am not in to that sort of thing myself. I have done it for someone else, but I got nothing out of it what so ever. I have different tastes. You'll see."

"What if I decide I want to stop? How do I tell you so?"

Smiling at how she was opening up to him, he calmly answered, "We will have what are called code words or safe words. I will also give you an action word too. When you hear this word from me, it means to pay attention or mind me. Your safe word will tell me you want to stop. Just saying no or stop will not work. Do you understand?"

Taking in all in, she answered back. 'Yes. So what will those words be?"

"Well usually they are something that we would not say normally. Your safe word is your safety net so to speak, so it is usually something easy to remember. How about Brant? It's my middle name, so you would have no reason to say it normally. Can you remember that?"

She smiled at him, "Yes, Master."

He felt pride at those simple words, more pride then he had ever felt before upon hearing them, "Good, now for your action word, I will use emerald, because it reminds me of your eyes. When you hear me say that word, you will know to obey. If we are out in the normal world and I say it, you are to mind me totally, no questions asked. Okay?"

She nodded and smiled. He felt that it was going well. This was going to work.

"I need to add, in the normal world, we don't show this to others. They don't usually understand. When I say mind me, I mean in deed, not in voice. You don't have to call me Master, and you will never kneel or anything like that. You will show your submission with your actions, body language and eyes. You do understand what I am saying, right?"

"Yes, Master," came that her voice, strong again.

She was looking very comfortable now, very as ease with all of it. He knew she was going to fit in well. All he had to do was move slow and always let her ask questions if need be. She seemed to need to ask and that was perfectly fine with him. Feeling the need to connect with her, he had to tell her about the significance of his middle name for her safe word. He wanted to tell her everything. He knew here and now that they had connected in a way that most never do in this lifestyle. Most never found someone they could spend their lives with and that is exactly what Michael knew he had found in Silky. Michael also knew to take it slow and not scare her off, but he still wanted to tell her about her safe word.

Placing his finger under her chin, he looked into her eyes as he spoke, "I wanted to tell you something. About your safe word, usually I use a word like red or I let the slave pick the word since it for them to use. I gave you my middle name for yours as a special symbol. Most never know my middle name, so you are special in that. Also I gave it to you because I feel something for you that I have never felt before for any slave. I don't want to spook you, but I had to tell you "

Not knowing what to say, but totally understanding what he was saying, she just stared at him while smiling to herself. She felt the same thing, but knew to take things slow. 'You can't rush a good thing.' Finally she knew he needed her to say something, so she replied. "I know what you are saying. Don't worry. I'm not scared. We'll take things slow and see where we end up."

His heart flipped and with her simple words he knew that this was going to work out perfectly. Not only was she already knowledgeable about the lifestyle, but also she seemed to want to be a part of it even if she didn't know that was what she really wanted. She needed training but he knew that she would fit in well.

"May I ask something, Master," she asked hesitantly.

Smiling at the way the word Master seem to flow from her lips, he said, "Yes, you may."

"You didn't answer me when I asked about being tied up. Will you tie me?"

Judging the look on her face he knew she could handle the truth, "Yes, Silk. I will tie you up, down or whatever else I see fit at some point. Does this answer you question?"

Blushing, she replied, "Yes, Master."

Michael stood and began to clear the desert plates from the table. He looked back to see if she had stood up, and was please to see that she remained kneeling and had cast her eyes down again. He smiled to himself again. What a slave she would make.

"Is that all of your questions?" 

Blushing she bowed her head and said, "No, I have one more," she blushed even more and bowed her head farther, "Would you show me what you meant by having sex with me the belly position?" 

Laughing at her eager shyness, he put the food away and thought of the best answer for her question. She had said show me, not tell me. So should he actually show her of just explain it. Finishing up with the food, he made up his mind and came back over to her. He held out his hand to her and she took it. "Stand up and look at me," he commanded softly.

She stood and looked up to meet his eyes. He smiled at her and she smiled back and blushed again.

"Help me load the dishwasher and I show you everything your heart desires," he stated and watched her blush again.

Together they loaded the dishwasher, her rinsing the dishes and him putting them in the washer. As she filled the pan from the sauce to soak, he went and restarted the music. It was the same type just a different CD from the sound of it and Silk wondered who the group was. It was very good music. The dishes were all done and the saucepan was soaking, so Silk turned from the sink and watched Michael.

Michael came back in the kitchen when he was done and stood before her. Watching her face, he decided to take her to the bedroom. He began kissing her again and she responded quickly. Slowly he pushed her backwards toward his bedroom. He stopped next to the bed and removed the robe from her shoulders; slowly it slid down her body to the floor. Then she felt the mattress press into the back of her knees; she sank down on the bed, never breaking the kiss. Finally he pulled up from her mouth and watched her. She looked so innocent and yet so like a seductress. Slowly he explored her body with his eyes, next he lowered his mouth to her neck and she raised her chin to let him have access. He began kissing her neck and collarbone, sensing her neck was her weakness and knowing it was his. "Did I tell you that I have a neck fetish?'

Slowly understanding his words, she asked, "What do you mean?"

"There is something about the neck that really turns me on. The look, the feel and the way my mouth feels on it. Turns me on like crazy, sort of like how some men like breasts or ass. I like necks," he answered between kissing, showing her just how much his words were true. 

"Is that all?" She asked laughing.

"Well that and legs. I am a sucker for a great set of legs. I always look at the neck and then the legs first on a girl. Is that bad of me?"

Laughing again, she said, "No, just very male." Then she added, "Do I pass your inspection?"

"Perfectly," he replied as he buried his face in her neck again. As he was kissing her, he began to remove the rest of the clothing. The top hooked in the back and he was making short work of it. When the top was unfastened, he skimmed his hand down her stomach to the top of the garter. He began undoing the garters. With that done he grabbed the teddy and threw it. Next he gave her a devilish look. 

"What?" she asked.

Arching his eyebrow, he asked, "Are you ready?"

So caught up in the moment, she could only nod yes. She was amazed at how turned on she was. She felt like she was on fire. 

Michael sat up and reached for her legs. He grabbed her ankle and lifted her leg to his mouth. Slowly, using his mouth, he began removing the stocking from her leg. He noticed the goose bumps forming on her exposed flesh and sped things up a little. Finally he had removed them both. Holding them him his hands, he got an idea. He lay down next to her and grabbed her hand and tied the stocking around her wrist and repeated the action on her other wrist, watching her face the whole time. She seemed okay. He had left the ends free so technically she was not tied up, yet. He began to kiss her again.

She almost lost it as he removed the stocking from her legs. Never had anyone done that to her. She was in heaven. Then when he tied them to her wrists, she wondered what he was up to. The devilish look on his face told her that he was up to something, but what? She couldn't wait to find out. She wondered why the thought of him tying her up was exciting her so much. She couldn't remember ever feeling this excited, not even the first time they made love could compare with now. This time she was really dying.

As he kissed and fondled her, he was also judging her to see if she was ready. She seemed to be really into it and so he decided to take things a step further. "Belly, now with your head towards the foot of the bed," he ordered.

Quickly she assumed the position he had asked for and even stretched her arms above her without being told to. Waiting to see what was next she sighed and turned her head towards the direction that he was. Watching what she could, she saw him get up off the bed and remove his shorts. She sighed again at the sight of his naked body and noticed that his desire for her was very evident. She also noticed him watching her so she smiled at him.

"What are you sighing and smiling about?" He asked.

"Nothing," She started to say but a sharp slap on her bottom stopped her. Her eyes flashed to his.

"When you are asked a question, you will always answer with a complete answer. Saying nothing to me means that you are refusing to answer. Do you understand?" He replied very sternly leaving no doubt in Silk's mind that he meant business.

"Yes, Master," came a strong reply.

"Now answer the question," he ordered.

The answer came with a blush, "I sighed at the sight of your naked body because it pleases me and I smiled because you smiled at me."

Giving an approving nod to her answer, he got back on the bed. He rubbed her ass where he had slapped it feeling the heat and admiring the red mark it left. She seemed to press her ass up to meet his hand. He liked that. He bent over her body and lifted her hair off and neck and draped it to the side. As he bent to kiss her neck, he noticed the mark that he had left on her neck in the throws of passion earlier. He kissed it and pressed his lips into the bruises, hoping it didn't hurt too much.

"Opps," Michael whispered in her ear, "Your not going to believe the nasty mark I left on your neck when I gripped it earlier on the table. It's bruised pretty badly. I'll rub it later if it hurts, okay"

"Yes Master, I guess its just rewards for the nasty marks I left on your back," she smiled back to him.

The answer totally floored him, he was glad that she took it well but surprised too. Most women would have been a little upset at least. Taking it a good sign, he proceeded to straddle her body and then he reached up and grabbed the stockings and tied her to the footboard. Next he shifted himself down her body till his head was level with hers and began to kiss her neck again. He shifted himself and her body into a position that was a little awkward for Silk. Placing his hands on each side of her body, he leaned down to her ear and whispered, "This is how I have sex with you in this position." Next he pressed his hips forward and entered her just a little bit and then with a large thrust, he hissed in her ear, "Mine," and entered her totally.

Silk climaxed right then and grabbed the footboard; next she threw back her head and moaned loudly almost a scream. Michael was surprised at the sound but said nothing. He began to thrust into her prone body and began to pay attentions to the sign that would signal her next climax. He hadn't mean for her to explode like that. He wanted to teach her to beg for it. She was just too hot. He felt her nearing that point again and slowed to almost a stop. After doing this four more times he could feel that she was getting frustrated.

"Do you want to come?" he hissed in her ear?

"Yes, Master," came a crazed answer.

Smiling at her tone, he hissed back, "Ask permission and I may let you."

Wondering what he was meaning, she thought on this, "ask permission?' Before she could think on this more he brought her to the brink again and stopped. She tried to wiggle to bring herself off, but with him on her body like this she was unable to. She let out a whimper.

"Ask for what you want," again came the hiss in her ear

He felt her come down a bit and began to move and work her back up. She neared quickly and he stopped but flexed himself a little to tease her. Knowing she really needed release.

"Please Master, " came a plea.

"Please what, slave."

Knowing she would literally have to ask for it, she begged, "Please make me come. May I please?"

"Not yet little one."

He worked her back up again and then stopped and this time he pulled away from her. After several minutes he entered her slowly and began to build her back up again. This time he would give her release, but he let her think he was going to tease her once more. Feeling and seeing the signs that she was almost there, he put himself in the same frame of mind. 

She gave a whimper and silently begged for release. She was half crazed and almost there and she knew he would stop again.

"Now you may come," he breathed in her ear. 

He kept the motion going, not stopping this time and between his voice in her ear and the rhythm of his thrusts she lost all control and gave herself up to the feeling. It was so intense, she passed out.

Michael knew when she lost consciousness but could not stop either. He felt his climax near and gave into it. Remembering what happen last time, he kept his hands off her body. Afterwards he collapsed on her and lay there for a few minutes. After catching his breath, he got up from the bed. Looking down on her lying on the bed, he smiled to himself. He noticed that her hands had been clutching the footboard, but now were relaxed. She had passed out and fallen asleep. This touched Michael in a way he never had known.

He untied her hands and rearranged her so that her head was on the pillow. She never woke up. After getting a glass of water, he came to bed also and pulled her into his embrace. Cuddling up with her, he began to fall asleep. He whispered in her ear, "Silk, I think I could fall totally and helplessly in love with you." And then fell asleep. 

Later in the middle of the night, she began to rub her body against his and this woke him up. He noticed that she was still asleep. Her body felt so good next to his and soon his hands were roaming her soft flesh. Desire flooded through him. This amazed him, he never was usually this affected by a women. He laughed to himself, at this rate, he would wear himself out before he trained her properly. Oh well, he thought. At lease he would be happy.

Deciding that he was too awake and excited now to sleep, he lifted her leg and entered her from behind. Slowly he began to thrust into her knowing that her lusty nature would soon have her awake and panting. He felt her begin to stir.

She thought it was a dream at first. Michael was stroking her body again and she was responding and then he was making love to her and slowly she came to realize that it was not a dream. Surfacing to reality, she noticed the position they were in and smiled. What would he think of next? His thrusts were making her head swim. They were like a tease. She arched her back and turned her head to his face. There was just enough light that she could see his smile and eyes. He bent his head and kissed her lips. She then turned her head away, pressed back into him and sighed.

With her fully awake now, he began to thrust more powerfully now. Her body felt so good around him and he was fast losing control. He clutched her hip and began to drive into her hard. Knowing that she would explode with him, he kept it up till he felt ready to explode. Just then she lost it and reached back and dug her nails into his thigh. That was the final straw; he lost all control, pressing into her tightly. 

Fiercely he whispered to her, "Your mine now," never noticing that he was clutching her hip in the same manner that he had done her neck earlier. 

"Yes, Master," was her only answer. 

In the aftermath, they lay there panting. Silk settled back into him and fell asleep again. Michael looked up at the clock. Seeing it was a little after three, he decided to go back to sleep for a while.

**** 

Blaring music woke Silk up later. What a noise she thought to herself, such a change from the soft sensual music from the night before. She reached up and noting the time, turned off the radio. She then rolled over and found that Michael was still sleeping. Thinking it would please him greatly; she pushed him on to his back and scooted down under the covers. Once there she proceeded to orally excite him. She felt him began to stir as she massaged him with her mouth and tongue. As she took him deeper his hands found her neck and shoulders and he began to caress her. Then his hands found her hair and he gathered it in his hands, keeping it off her face. She kept this up and after a few more minutes, she felt him go still as a board, next his hand clamped down on her neck and she was forced to take him all the way into her throat as he spilled his seed. 

Afterwards she scooted back up his body and he lifted the covers for her. Then he pulled her down on top of his body and hugged her. Did she know how intimate and special to him, what she just did was? He proudly noticed that she swallowed happily though. 

"Wow," he said a little out of breath. "I have to tell you that was a first for me. No one has ever been able to do that."

"Really," she squeaked. 

"Yes, I am serious. You are going to be in so much trouble now. I may never let you leave me." He teased. Then on a serious note he added, "Thank you for that. That is something that I would not have asked for from you. I may have made you perform oral but not all the way like you just did. Do you know how special that is to a man, Silky?"

Shaking her head yes, she blushed and then said, "Yes, Master," and laid her head down on his chest to hide her blush. 

They lay there just holding each other when the thought occurred to him; he hadn't used any protection with her. 'God Michael, when you screw up, you do it well.'




Learning the Lifestyle Ch. 02



"Silk we have a problem, I forgot to use any protection each time," He whispered to her.

Smiling at his thoughtfulness, she said to him, "Don't worry, I have the shot and I am clean."

Shocked at her words, he responded to this, "I never worried about you being clean, my only concern was that you could get pregnant, not that I wouldn't want to have children, but not at this point in time. You, my darling slave, should worry about my cleanliness. You don't know me that well and I am no saint." 

"How do you know I am clean?" she asked.

Cocking his eyebrow, he answered, "Because, you are not the type to sleep around and you already told me that you and Reed went out for two years and he was your first and you just broke up with him two days ago. So this makes me pretty sure that you are clean, because that makes me the only other male to have your delightful body." He knew there was one other, but wanted to see if she would tell him about it.

"Actually you're the fourth one, Michael," she replied smoothly getting up off him and out of bed. Standing with her back to him by the side of the bed, she began to stretch.

Taking what she said in, he thought on this. Fourth, how could that be, she only ever talked about Reed and Taylor, who else was there? Why hadn't she mentioned this other one to anyone? He knew that he would defiantly find out.

"So who are the others? Need I change my thoughts about your level of cleanliness?" he asked as she was walking away. 

She went as far as the dinning room and picked up her clothing. Smiling to him, she began to dress. "Well one was actually a boyfriend for a while and the other was a drunk mistake."

Getting up, he slipped his shorts on, and then coming in the kitchen; he started the coffee to brew. "Please explain," he commanded.

With a sigh she replied, "Once about a three months after Reed and I started dating, I was very ill and he got drunk at a party and slept with this girl who I hated to begin with. Well Reed felt guilty and said I could do the same as pay back. During the following summer, while he was gone for six weeks, I did. His name was Neil. He was new to the school, came the last two months of the year. Reed and I were friendly with him. In fact he drove Reed to the airport when he left for the summer. Reed had asked Neil to look after me while he was gone." 

"And so the friend took advantage of the trust and slept with you?" Michael asked with a slight anger tone in his voice.

"No, will you let me finish?"

Michael shook his head yes

"Well there was this party that we have every year at the lake, an all night affair. Reed knew I wanted to go and so he told Neil to take me. Being teenagers, there is always drinking going on. I got drunk and since I already sort of had the hots for Neil, as did most girls, I came on to him and he responded. I was in a skimpy bikini and just really crawled all over him, he couldn't resist me. So we went back to his house and had sex all night. The next morning, I knew I had done wrong and I told Neil so and left. I made sure only to see him with others around after that. When Reed came back, I told him right away. We were in the barn, getting ready to go riding and he jumped on the horse and shot off across the field. Neil's house was on the other side of this field. Knowing where he was heading, I followed, but his horse was faster so I couldn't catch up. I got to the house just as Reed had dragged Neil outside and was punching him. I jumped on to the porch and tried to stop it. Reed accidentally hit me in the face, hard and that ended the fight. Neil grabbed me to protect me and Reed saw this as total betrayal and took off again, this time he grabbed the reins to my horse and took her with him. As he left, he yelled that he was going to tell my father what a slut I was and all about my summer activities. He also said that it was over."

Michael watched her as she spoke and noticed that she was slightly remorseful even now about it. Wondering how she ended up with Neil for a boyfriend, he plodded her along, "And so how did you end up as Neil's girl?"

"I didn't that day. Neil cleaned the blood up from my mouth and nose and got me some ice and then drove me home. When we got there, Reed was there in the garage with my father and he came out and started saying a bunch of bad things. I made Neil leave and faced Reed and my father on my own. I explained my side to my father, with Reed present and making nasty comments. My father never sided with me but he didn't condemn me either. He said what I did was wrong, but that I was old enough to make my own way. He told Reed to watch his punches because this time it was an accident, but next time he would deal with him. He also made Reed apologize to me." She paused to get a drink. "Reed and I fought for about 3 days and I finally had enough. I called Neil and told him to come take me out on a date. Reed said if he stepped foot on my property he'd kill him. My father intervened and told Reed that he didn't want me so I was free to do as I pleased and that this was his property. The only one who would be doing any killing around here would be him."

Looking up, she found Michael was intently listening. She liked that; someone actually wanted to hear her side of the story. Michael smiled at her and then kissed her. She continued.

"So Neil and I became lovers. That is really all we were. I did it to piss Reed off and Neil did it because he wanted my body. This went on from the end of July till just before Thanksgiving. During that time, Reed still hung around my house since he was my father's buddy first and he still made comments. He even got my brothers to say things and be nasty to Neil. I didn't really care, I just would try and never have Neil around them. This worked fine for the summer, until about the middle of September. Neil began to think I was keeping him away because I was messing around with Reed again. He got really possessive and jealous."

She paused again and went to the bathroom. When she came back she sat down on the floor at his feet, looking up at him she started again. "Finally the week before Thanksgiving, we had a bad snow storm, a white out blizzard. I was at work when it started and tried to get home anyway. It is about 45 minutes from the station to our house. All back country roads too. I ended up sliding and rolling my truck over. I was knocked out for a bit and when I came too, I was still inside, but the truck was upside down. The windows were all broke out except the back one. I grabbed the car rugs and tried to keep myself warm and huddled up to the back window. I was there for about 4 hours. I was so cold. Reed found me and helped me out.

Without a word between us, he took me to his house and once there, he undressed us both to rid us of the freezing wet clothes and begin to rub heat into my body. I was so cold; I could not have talked if he had said something. Finally he carried me to the hot tub and put us both in there to warm up. I held on to him for dear life. As the warmth returned to me, I found him looking at me. Our eyes met and we just stared for a while. Finally Reed kissed me and the next thing I know, we are making love in the hot tub. Afterwards we talked and he told me that he would have to do some thinking, but that if I were smart I would end it with Neil. Since I really wanted Reed anyway, I made sure it happened and by January I was free of Neil."



Learning the Lifestyle Ch. 03



Sensing that there was something else, he asked, "What are you not telling me?"

Wondering how he seemed to know, she answered, "Reed and I slept together when we could before I totally ended it with Neil. Reed made no secret about it either. He would kiss me just when he knew Neil would catch us. Once he had me straddling his lap kissing me when Neil caught us. My father aided in this too. Neil got really jealous and I tried to get him to believe that Reed was doing it to piss him off. No one knew that Neil could get violent though. Finally one night after he caught Reed practically making love to me on the front porch, he took me into the barn and we argued and he started hitting me. My brother caught him and went and got Reed. Reed beat him pretty good and then tied him to a stall door while we waited for the cops. While we waited, Reed told him all about how he had been sleeping with me for the past two months and really rubbed it in that I preferred him to Neil. Neil ended up getting charged with domestic violence and we were finished. Reed had me back and after that is when he asked me to marry him and that's the whole story."

"So you really loved Reed the whole time and just dated Neil to get back at Reed, right?"

She shook her head yes.

"Okay that takes care of one, now who is the third one?" He asked, intending for her to tell him about the other one. The drunk mistake as she put it.

Rolling her eyes, she started again, "The other was Taylor, Reeds good friend from where he used to live before he moved to Denton. At our graduation party, we all got really drunk. Reed got me drunk on tequila and I was smashed. I remember everything too. I just couldn't control myself. We were all dancing and trading partners and soon I looked over to find Reed all over this blond. Taylor and I begin to kiss and make out and the next thing I know we are in bed making love. The next morning I find that Reed has slept with that blond, but since I slept with Taylor, I can't really be mad. Reed and I talked it over later and we both decided that it was an accident and we should just forget it. That is why I don't drink tequila."

"You did last night," he reminded her.

Sighing, she replied, "Yes, I did, but I didn't drink a lot and I didn't lose control." Thinking on this she added, "Too much." 

She smiled at Michael and he smile back.

"I like it when you lose some control. Last night was great, wasn't it? I want you like that always, but I am willing to bet you don't need tequila to get that way either," came a sexy response.

Thinking that she might be a little sore, he decided to change the subject before it landed them in bed. "So, what do you have to do today?"

Wondering at the mood change, she frowned but went with it. "Nothing till two. I have an air show at two, but you already know that, Boss."

The ringing of the phone interrupted them. Michael answered it and found it was Baron. He informed Michael that he forgot to invite him to a party that they were having a week from tonight. He also asked about Silk and Michael, taking the phone into the other room, updated Baron to everything that had transpired the night before. Baron again told Michael of the party and asked if he would bring Silk. Michael asked if he thought she was ready for that step and Baron said that she was, but that Michael should talk it over with her first. Michael said he would and that if so they would be at the party. Hanging up, he smiled to himself. Here goes, he thought.

Coming back in the room, he found her still on the floor where he sat. This made him sure that she would want to go to this party. Time to tell her about it.

Sitting down, he began with a kiss, "I have something to tell you and something to ask of you. My friend, Baron, who is into this lifestyle also, is hosting a party with his slaves next Friday night. There will be many things going on at this party tonight. Many of the BDSM things that we have talked about and the fetish stuff too. It would be a great learning experience for you. I have told him about you and he has invited us. Would you like to go?"

Nervously she asked, "What will I have to do there?"

Noting the quiver in her voice, he calmly told her, "Nothing you don't want to. At this point it will be for you to watch and learn. Baron and his head slave know all about you and they both agree that you should not be made to do anything you don't want to. You will see many things and this will give you an idea of what might be expected of you. This is a way for you to see what might interest you. I know that some things are not for everyone."

"Will you be near at all times?"

"I will have you as close as you can be, but I will tell you now that I will participate also. You can be near enough to watch but you may not always next right next to me." He stated firmly.

Knowing that she was overly curious, he knew that she could not resist. He watched her think on it and smiled as he saw the look that told him she was going to say yes, cross her face.

"All right Master, yes I will go. I really want to see this and learn. So what time?" She asked finally of him.

A triumphant smile split his face as he gave her the details and she listened without comment.

He explained what would be expected of her from a slave's point of view. Things like the positions she would be using. He told her that she would probably not use the belly position but not to totally rule it out. He told her that all slaves would be naked, but since she was there to learn, if she did not want to be naked she could wear a slave outfit. He also told her that she would have to wear a collar. He watched her take all this in and saw that she never flinched once.

"What does a slave out fit consist of, Master?" She asked.

"Are you worried that you'll be next to naked anyway?" He laughed.

With a frown she replied, "No, I wanted to know if I should just go naked. You know that say that clothing is like window dressing. Just makes the item prettier. So if the clothing is not going to flatter and tease, why waste the time and money?"

Seeing that she was not afraid, he smiled as he answered, "Okay, I see. All right, a slave outfit is something that leaves little to the imagination and looks submissive. No black leather or anything like that. I prefer light colors. The outfit I bought you would not work, too bold for me. It will be skimpy and made to provide easy access to your body for touching and fondling. On your wrists and ankles, you will wear cuffs that have loops on them for attaching to straps and things like that for tie down. Do you understand what I am saying?"

She shook her head and then asked, "So where would I get these things also what about the collar?"

A little surprised at her lack of fear, he didn't show it though. Smoothly he replied, "Well that is easy, I will take you to a place where it can all be bought. As for a collar, you could get them at any pet shop and you can also buy smaller collars there that would serve as cuffs, but I usually buy all of these things at the shop I mentioned. If your asking about a collar as in what you should wear, I'll pick one out for you. It's my right as your Master."

She listened to him and watched his face and eyes. God she loved his eyes. She decided that no matter what, she would learn this and show him that she could be his slave, his perfect slave to be exact. Something in her wanted to please this man that wanted to own her body and the make her give over all control of herself to him. Somehow it just felt right.

"Do you understand what I mean by my right, Silk?" He asked of her.

Not sure what he meant; she shook her head.

Somehow knowing that she was ready, he began, "Silk if you agree to be my slave, I then in turn own you. You're my property. A collar is a symbol of that ownership. When I place it on your neck, I am asserting my ownership over you, claiming you as mine. You will wear it to show your acknowledgement of that ownership and that you agree to be mine. I can also take it away from you. This is a bad thing. By taking it away, I am saying that you are no longer mine. You don't want that ever,"

Think on this she asked, "So if you take it away, then we are finished forever."

"Not always, I can take it away from you as punishment and that would mean that you no longer have my protection. I could still use you but your no longer mine. You can also earn it back. If you don't belong to me, then you can be used by anyone without my consent. As long as you're a slave that is. Do you understand what I am saying?"

" I think so. If I am a slave, then I need protection from a Master, which comes from ownership; which the collar symbolizes. You want to collar me as your own. Is that correct?" She asked.

Amazed at her grasp, he nodded, "Yes that is about it. So, do you want to be my slave and are you willing to accept me as your Master? For me to own you?" 

Not knowing if it was proper, but not really caring at this moment, she rose up and slid her body up his. Kissing him on the mouth she purred, "Yes, Master. I want you to collar me, to own me," she stressed the word own. Then she rubbed herself against him again.

Watching her with total pleasure, yet knowing what she did and was doing was bad behavior. She hadn't been asked to rise or to do anything else and yet she took it upon herself to do this. Michael hated to stop her teasing but she had to learn. Watching her face, he slid his hand up her side to her breast and then grabbed her nipple and pinched it hard. She jerked to a stop and worry creased her brow. He held tight to her nipple as she slid to the floor. Once there he didn't let go. He gave her a look that told her she had misbehaved. She dropped her eyes to the floor.

"I didn't ask you to move, did I?" He asked and gave her nipple a slight twist and was surprised at the moan that escaped her.

She moaned again, "No, Master." The pinch hurt at first but now it was sending signals straight to her core, signals that flamed the passion once again in her. WOW! She though.

Thinking to himself, he decided to punish her to see her reaction. What he was going to do would make it or break it for this relationship. If she were truly into this, she would remain afterwards. Time to find out.

"Down" he ordered as he let go of her nipple.

She assumed the position he had taught her the night before quickly. She felt him stand up and then walk away from her. A slight dread filled her and she knew that she was to be punished, but how?

Michael watched her quickly assume the position without fault. This made him smile. Michael went down the hall to the back bedroom. Opening the door, he went in. He knew that she knew he had left the room and was probably awaiting his return with fear. Good he thought to himself. Perfect. He selected the paddle he was after and left the room again. Slowly he returned to her side, this time kneeling on the floor next to her prone body. 

She felt his hand on her behind and then it slid down and lifted the hem of her skirt. He lifted it so that her bare bottom was totally displayed. 

Without a word to her, he gave her a smack on her ass. She made a startled sound in her throat, but stayed where she was. He gave her more for a total of five swats and then stopped. Her whole ass was red, as Michael had made sure that he had hit every part of her behind. She had stayed down and took it all. This really surprised and pleased him. The only response he received from her was whimpers and moans.

"Do you know why you were punished, Silky?" he finally asked.

"Yes Master," she replied in a small voice.

Smack! Again on her ass, "Well, why?"

Gritting her teeth against the swat she replied, "Because I disobeyed and moved without permission."

Another swat. "I don't like your tone. Never address me like that again. You will always talk to me with total respect in your voice. Do you understand?"

Making an effort to sound respectful and submissive she answered, "Yes Master."

Pleased with things thus far, he began to stroke her ass. It was red and hot. He felt her lean into his hand again and this pleased him greatly. He ran his hand down to her crotch and found her wet. At this, he beamed.

As he stroked her ass, she thought over what had just happened. She was not hurt in any way except maybe her pride. Her ass felt on fire, but that fire seemed to shoot straight to her core. It was a good pain. She knew that there was no turning back now. She wondered if Michael knew that with that simple spanking, he had committed her for life. She realized that she felt wonderfully happy at the thought and that she was turned on too. Silently she begged him to take her again, showing him her need by pressing her ass up into his caresses. Please, she thought, I need you badly Michael. A whimper escaped her. Her mind was clouded and she realized that he was speaking to her.

He was saying, "You seem to take to this well, but I wonder what you will do with more sever punishment. I like your responses thought." He noticed that she seemed to want something. "Is there something you would like slave, perhaps another spanking?"

"If you think I need one, Master," she replied with a lusty tone.

"Hmmmm, well then, what is it you want than, my pet?"

"YOU," came the answer he knew she was going to say.

Michael stood up and ordered her to stand also. He pushed her towards the bed and once there pushed her down on the bed and motioned her to lay with her head towards the foot again. Michael dropped his shorts and climbed on top of her. Her legs fell apart at his slight touch. On his knees between her legs, he said nothing only positioned her body to his liking. Next he grabbed her shirt and jerked it open. Buttons flew everywhere. Silk grasped. He positioned himself for entry and ordered her to grab the railing. She did as she was told. Finally he slid deeply inside her.

She was out of her mind by the time he led her to the bed. She needed him now. As he messed and fussed with her, she watched and noticed that he was so sure of himself. So strong willed. When he ripped her shirt open she almost lost it. Next she did as he asked and grabbed the rail. As he entered her, her mind screamed, your mine now also and I'll never let you go now. 

With a very rough urgency, he took her. His mind was a crazed as hers. He felt her near her climax and knew he should stop but before he could, she begged for release.

"Yes," he hissed in her ear. "Now," he ordered.

He watched her lose control and felt her contract around him tightly. My god, he thought, she one hell of a grip. He felt her milk him, but didn't want to give in yet. As she came back to reality, he wrapped her legs around his waist and flipped over so he was on his back. He placed his hands behind his head and thought to himself, let her work for what she wants.

"Please yourself slave, but ask before you explode," he ordered her.

With a pant, she answered, "Yes Master."

Slowly she began, riding him. She liked this position because she had control. She could do whatever she liked. She began to pick up the pace and felt herself nearing orgasm again. She knew to ask for it but wondered what Michael would do if she didn't and just let it happen. She knew that her would punish her, but how? Maybe she would try that sometime, maybe later tonight. She was getting very close so she slowed a bit.

Michael smiled as he watched her. He knew she was struggling with the asking to cum. He knew that this was the hardest part usually for a slave. Mostly because they had to pace themselves and sometimes stop so they wouldn't disobey. Making her ride on top really made it hard because she had the control. She had to say when or ask as the case may be. He noted the devilish look in her eyes and knew she was wondering what he would do if she didn't ask and exploded anyway. 'Go ahead, try it Silky. I'll punish you and you won't like it,'  He thought to himself. He felt her ease off and knew she was near. He waited to see if she would ask.

"Master," she breathed heavily, "May I please cum?"

"No," he replied as he grabbed her hips and pressed her tightly to him. Next he rubbed her to him and he pressed himself up to meet her. "Don't cum yet," he ordered, "Not until I say so. Stop yourself."

"But how, Master? I can't control it like that. Not when you do that," she whined.

Smiling he told her, "Think of other things. Breath deeply and focus your mind elsewhere."

Knowing that he was pushing her, he stopped all motion. He could feel that she was about to lose control. She was not totally ready to master her orgasms yet.

"What are you thinking of?" He asked.

"Horses," she replied.

With a laugh, he answered back, "That won't work. I bet the rhythm makes you wet." He began rubbing her against him again. "Think about this." He said as he grabbed her nipple and pinched hard. 

She arched her back and pulled off of him. "That won't work. It drives me straight to the edge, Master." 

He entered her again and said with a cold smile, "Really, you like that. Remind me to try clothes pins on them." He reached down and grabbed her ass and pressed her against him again. "Ride me now, slave."

She started to rock against him again and felt herself get near once again. Pinching her nipples like that had nearly driven her out of her mind.

"Please Master, now?" she begged. 

He didn't answer her he just smiled. He wanted to see what she would do. Proudly he watched her control it once again by slowing and thinking of other things. This was going well, he thought proudly. When he felt her temperature lower a bit he ordered her to speed up again.

She knew it futile to ask again, he knew what she wanted. He would tell her when. She just kept up the same rhythm. Slowing when she felt herself get close and speeding back up when he ordered. This went on for what seemed like ever. Finally she was complete out of her mind and panting. She was to the point of disobeying him and letting go anyway.

He felt the change in her mood and body and knew it was time to give in. Thinking briefly to himself, that it would be interesting to see if she would disobey, but knowing at this point it would not be fair to push her, he gave in.

"Okay Silky, explode for me," he ordered. 

She picked up the tempo and with in seconds she was out of control. Michael had to grab her hips to keep her in place. She grabbed his arms and dug her nails in deep. He knew without looking that blood was flowing. She threw back her head and screamed, as she let go. Her body began to milk him and he lost control himself. With a yell, he gripped her hips and slammed himself up to meet her. 

She dropped her head to look at him and the look on her face was pure animal. Michael knew he had driven her to the point where she could not be dominated. She bent and claimed his mouth hard. He kissed her back. She pressed her mouth to his and then totally out of control, she bit him. He pulled back from her mouth, tasting blood. Still she had the animal look. Michael grabbed her head; tipping it back he bit into her neck. She screamed again, he felt her explode once more. Her nails bloodied him arms once again. 

Michael debated whether to push her away or ride it out. Riding it out won over. Finally she slowed and released her hold on his arms. Michael let go of her neck and she relaxed against his chest. Her breathing was still rapid, so Michael began stroking her back and rocking her. He also made an shhhhing noise to calm her. 

Panting very hard, she gasped in his ear, "I'm sorry Master. That was wrong of me."

"Sorry for what? For losing control like that? Don't be, I loved it," he answered still trying to calm her. "See I told you, you could lose control without tequila. I knew you could." 




Learning the Lifestyle Ch. 03



"But your arms. I bloodied them, your mouth also. You should see yourself, you look a fright," she said as she lifted up to look him over.

He laughed as he looked down at each arm, "It's okay, trust me, I've had worse. You didn't touch my tattoos so it's okay. Besides you should really see your neck now. You'll be wearing turtle-necks for the next two weeks."

Her eyes went wide and she asked, "My neck, why? What does it look like?"

He laughed again, "Like a sloppy vampire got a hold of you and then there is that bruise from last night across the back. Here see for yourself," he said as he reached up on the headboard and handed her a mirror.

She took it and looked at her neck and then in a startled tone she said, "Oh my god Michael. Holy shit. It looks bad. Really bad." She turned her head and lifted her hair trying to see the bruise. "I can't see the whole bruise, what does it look like?"

"Like shit also. We've both learned an important lesson here. We have to keep our hands and mouths off of each other in the heat of passion. I've never done that to a women before," he said motioning to the bite on her neck. "Or that either," pointing to the back of her neck. "You make me lose control also."

Blushing, she replied, "I've never bit or used my nails before either. I don't know what possessed me to do that to you. Just seemed right at the time."

"Good I like it. I like you like that. Always. Don't change ever or else."

"Or else what?" She shyly asked.

"You wont like me, so don't try and find out," he answered with a straight face that seemed to threaten a smile, "Okay get off of me, lazy bones. You would keep me in bed all day wouldn't you? Look at the mess you have made. Now I have to wash the linens. Tell you what, help me change the bed and I'll buy you breakfast."

"Okay, it's a deal," she answered back and got up and proceeded to help strip the bed.

They changed the bedding and Michael showered then got dressed. Next Michael put the dirty sheets into soak in the machine and then they were on their way. By this time, Silk was starving. Michael took the keys and so Silk just naturally let him drive. He took her by her apartment the get another shirt to wear since her other one was missing a few buttons. She changed her outfit and met him back at the car. 

He took them a truck stop diner and watched her face. He was pleased to note that she seemed perfectly comfortable. Some of his dates would not eat here. Too beneath them.

"They serve the best chicken fried steak here," he told her as he escorted her in.

The waitress greeted Michael by name and asked who was the pretty porcelain doll with him. Silk was used to this reaction since most people thought she looked like a little china doll. Michael introduced her to the waitress and explained that she was like his second mother. 

They sat and ordered breakfast. Michael was surprised that she ordered the same thing to the letter as he did. It amazed him that they like some many of the same things. They had so many things in common.

"So how do you eat your steak?" He asked since they were comparing likes and dislikes.

"Rare, just season and brown it on both sides till it's warm in the middle and give it to me. I think anymore done then that is too much and all the way done is a waste of a good steak," she answered.

Laughing at her remark, he replied, "I totally agree. I like it really bloody. The best flavor is found that way. I won't even eat it if it's cooked through. Remind me to take you out for steak."

She laughed, "It seems that I have to remind you of a lot of things. How am I ever going to keep up with you?"

With a charming smile he said, "Don't worry, I have faith in you that you won't fail me."

The waitress brought their food and they dug in. She talked with Michael and included Silk in the conversation when she could, making Silk feel very welcome. She updated Michael on what had been going on around the diner and they laughed of a few antics of a young new waitress. She then left them to finish their meal as she waited on more customers.

Over coming curiosity, Silk asked Michael, "So does she know about your different lifestyle, Michael?"

Looking up and over at the waitress, he asked, "Who Starla? Actually yes, she does."

Seeing that Silk was still curious, he told her that Starla was into it also. He explained that was how they met.

Silk looked at Starla and then back at Michael, "She's a slave? She looks so in control, so so..."

"Dominant?" He supplied.

"Yes"

With a laugh he replied, "No she is not a slave. Starla is a Domme or Mistress. She has her own male slave. John is his name. She also has a few female slaves, but I don't think they are her full time slaves." 

Confused slightly she asked, "What do you mean by Domme?"

"Dom is short for Dominant. I would be called Dom. Domme is just the feminine version of Dom," he explained to her.

Michael waited for her to say something about the fact that Starla had female slaves. She hadn't mentioned anything about being for or against bisexual relationships. He would have to ask her how she felt. To see where she stood on that matter.

They finished breakfast and he paid and left the tip. Before they left, Starla asked Michael if they were going to Baron's party and Michael assured her that they would indeed be there. 

Taking Silk's hand, Starla told her, "I can't wait to see you in action. You look like you have the makings of something special."

"More than you know Starla," Michael told her as they left. 

Silk was beaming with pride as they left the diner. That was a wonderful compliment Michael had just paid her and she was ever so proud of it. 

They got in the car. Michael drove again. He didn't seem to be heading toward either of their houses.

So she asked, "Where are we headed?

"Shopping, we have to outfit you properly."

As they drove she studied his tattoos. Finally she touched them and traced them. She was surprised to note that you could not feel them at all.

"What?" he asked finally.

" I have never really seen tattoos. I live in a small town. I don't even know anyone with one," she replied. "Does it hurt to get one?"

"Not really. It's a good pain, "he told her.

"I wanted to get one, but Reed thought that they looked trashy on a women," she stated, 

"Well your not with him now."

Thinking on this she smiled and said, "Your right. I'm not. I can get one if I like."

She thought about this further and liked the idea even more. What to get though?

Michael knew what she was thinking and already decided to take her for her first if she wanted to get one. A butterfly or rose on the middle of her lower back would be so sexy. One around her ankle too, he could already see them. 

"Michael, would you take me to get one? I think I would like one," she stated with a firm resolve.

"How about right now? We can go now and get one. Want to?" he asked her.

Looking at her watch, she asked, "Do with have time? It's 11:30."

"We should have plenty of time. What do you have to do to get ready for before your show?" he asked.

Thinking she replied, "Nothing other than the normal stuff at the station, but I need to shower and change before I go to the school."

"No problem. I'll have you home by one. Tattoos don't take that long unless they are really big. You don't want a big one for you first anyway," He told her.

"I didn't know that. I thought it was a long processes."

Michael took her to the place where he had his last one done. He knew these guys were good and would do quality work. When they got there, they had about a twenty-minute wait. While they waited, Michael helped Silk pick out a tattoo. With his help, she had pretty much decided to get a rose poked through a heart that had a few drops of blood dripping form it. It was about three inches long and about an inch and a quarter across at its widest point. 

"I love the colors. Will it actually end up this colorful?" She asked as they waited

""Yes, if you want it that way. You can also do shading. That does not have as heavy color in it," Michael told her. "Which do you want?" 

Thinking on it she asked he" Which hurts the most?"

"Full color of course, more needle work," he told her.

"Okay, which looks better?"

Seeing that she thought he was being vague on purpose, he told her, "Which would you like? I think both styles look good. Some tats need full color and some need shading. Just depends. That one would look best in full color, but it is up to you. It's your body it's going on."

She smiled at him thinking, no it's your body, I belong to you totally, Michael. She wondered if he would take her and brand her if she told him that she would submit to him totally forever. What a thought. She shivered slightly at this and smiled again.

Michael watched her face and wondered what she was thinking, and then he saw the shiver and smiled, thinking he knew. This was going perfectly and Michael was overjoyed. 

The tattoo artist came up and asked them what they wanted and Michael took the lead and told him which one she wanted and that it was her first tattoo. The guy smiled at Silk and told her he would be ready for her in five minutes.

Michael told Silk to go use the restroom so she would not have to get up and down. Silk smiled at his thoughtfulness and did as she was told.

When she came back, the artist was ready for her and instructed her to lie on the table. Michael sat on the stool at her head and smiled.

The artist asked, "Okay where do you want this exactly?"

Taking the lead again, Michael traced a circle on her lower back indicating the spot that had talked about when they picked the design out earlier. The artist smeared something cold on her back and then stuck the outline on the stuff he had smeared. After a few minutes he removed the paper.

"Okay, how's this?"

"Perfect," Michael replied. Then to Silk, he asked, "Are you ready?"

With a shaky smile, she replied, "Ready as I'll ever be."

The guy started the tattoo and Silky jumped at the unexpected pain. 

Michael laughed at her, "Oh yea! I want to tell you now, the outline hurts the worse"

"Michael, why did you wait till now to tell me that?" She asked.

Grinning, he told her, "I waited so you wouldn't bolt. This way you're committed. Does it hurt that bad?"

The artist started tattooing again as she replied, "Not that much, I just didn't expect any pain. I guess I never thought about it."

Michael watch Silk as the artist did the outline and saw that she was getting the same feelings as he did and this surprised him. He was sure that she was very turned on and knew that it was from the way the needle felt against her skin. He always got heavily turned on while being tattooed but he had never seen a female feel the same way. Then a thought occurred to Michael and made him wonder if all slaves felt this way about being tattooed, he would have to ask a few.

The artist was finished with the outline in no time and was cleaned to excess ink off so he could begin the color. Silk was almost panting at this point and Michael wondered if she would explode while the artist finished. This caused him to laugh and Silk looked up at him. She had a glazed look in her eyes and this made Michael melt. He knew he had found the one he could spend the rest of his life with. He hoped she felt the same too.

"What are you laughing at?" She asked.

"You, Emerald eyes."

Silk caught the word and acknowledged it by dropping her eyes to the floor. She wondered what she had done to warrant being told to obey in public. The artist began coloring again after conferring with Michael as to the colors they wanted. She wondered if receiving a tattoo turned on other people. What would Michael say if he knew she was going to lose it right here on the table. She wondered if she should tell him and ask for permission, then decided that this would be a good time to practice controlling it and not letting go. She started by deepening her breathing and thinking about riding her horse in the big open field behind her home. This helped greatly.

Michael was proud when she dropped her gaze to the floor after he said her action word. It usually took a while for most slaves to remember what it meant. He was sure that she understood as he told the tattoo artist which colors she wanted and where. As the artist resumed his work, her felt her squeeze his hands again and watched for the signs that told him she was close to losing control once again. Just as he thought she would go over the edge, he felt the shift in her. Her breathing deepened and she seem to relax after a few minutes. After a second of confusion, Michael realized that she was controlling it. Michael wondered what she was thinking about.

The artist finished the coloring and was cleaning off the ink again. Michael watched as he put the finishing touches on the tat and as the artist was cleaning it and applying ointment, Michael leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I would have let you cum, if you wanted to and would have asked me, but I am very proud that you controlled it."

"Thank you, Master," she panted in a whisper, "Maybe next time."

Catching the words next time, Michael laughed, "Your addicted, aren't you?"

It was the artist's turn to laugh, "I knew she was about two minutes into it. I thought she was going to cum right on my table."

At this Silk blushed as she got off the table and excused herself to the bathroom. A laughing Michael paid the artist while she was in the bathroom.

"Thanks man, you do really great work," Michael told the guy as he tipped him.

"I know women want perfection so I try hard. As for the other thing, she is not to embarrassed I hope," he said to Michael as he cleaned up his area.

"She'll get over it I'm sure, since she plans on a next time," Michael told the man and they both laughed again.

They were still laughing when Silk came out of the bathroom and came over to where they were. She glanced at her watch and then tugged on Michael's sleeve. When he looked at her she pointed to her watch.

He glanced at his own watch and saw that they needed to get going so she could get to the station on time. It would do for the Boss to make an employee late. They'd both hear about it from the Head Program Director.

Silk was quiet all the way home and Michael wondered why. She still looked flushed and excited, but she said nothing. They pulled into her apartment building parking lot and Michael shut off the car and waited for her to get out, she seemed in a daze.

"What do you have to do to get ready?" He finally asked, startling her.

Looking up at his smiling face, she replied, "I need a shower and to change my clothes. Do you think it would be okay if I wore a midriff shirt as to not cover my tattoo?"

"Gee, I don't think the Boss would mind as long it is not too short." He answered with a wink. "Now, lets get you in the shower and ready for work." 

She laughed and got out of the car and went up the walk to her building. She then remembered that Michael had never been in her apartment. Mentally she thought, had she picked up everything. This caused her to smile. 

They walked up the steps to her door and she unlocked it and went inside. Michael followed thinking to himself that this was the first time he had seen her place too. What he saw made him smile. She seemed to like the same things that he did. Their places were very similar in decor.

She set her keys down on the breakfast bar and turned to walk down the hallway, she looked at him. "You coming," she asked.

He followed her to her bedroom, wondering what she had in mind. Surely not sex. They didn't have time. 

She gestured for him to have a seat on he bed and hung up her jacket. Then she walked over to where he was sitting on the bed and pressed the button on her answering machine. She listed to her messaged while she proceeded to gather clothes to wear after her shower. One call was from a salesman trying to sell siding; the next call was from Marcia at school asking if she really had hooked up with Michael, at this she looked at him and laughed; next was a hang up; then her father calling to tell her that her horse was with foal and last was one from Reed. 

He reached over and pressed the pause button, "Would you like to take this in private?"

"No, you have a right to hear, besides how would he know you listened," she answered innocently.

"Do I," he asked and then pressed the re-play button.

"Silk, this is Reed. I guess your screening your calls since I know your there. I really hate when you get your temper going. Well listen, I try again later. Do me a favor and grow up and answer when I call again. Bye."

At this Michael clenched his fist and thought to himself, the nerve of that guy. He was the one who needed to grow up.

The next one was from Reed also, "Silk, it's me again," this time he didn't sound so tough. "I wanted to talk to you, but your playing games again. Stupid Irish temper of yours. I hope you understand about all this. It really is for the best. I am thinking of you in all this. Damn, I wish you would answer the phone. I'll try again later." Then he hung up. This was the end of the messages.

This one pissed Silk off. Michael watched her noticing that she was mad now. When the phone rang a minute later, he was not surprised to hear her say it was Reed. 

She snatched the phone up, pressed the speaker button and growled, "Yes, Reed."

Michael smiled as Reed replied with hesitation.

"Well, hello Silky. Why haven't you been answering the phone?" He stated with.

With a smile to Michael, she sneered, "Maybe I wasn't home. Ever think of that?"

"Right, sure Silk," Reed laughed. "Like I believe that. You were just screening calls because you're mad and hurt."

"Hurt no, mad yes. Mad as hell in fact, but not over the break up and for your information I was out all night. Just got in and listened to your messages just before you called," She stated.

Shocked, Reed replied, "With who and..." at this he seemed to falter, "Did you sleep with him?"

With a laugh, she shot back "Not that it is any of your business, but, yes I did. Oh and Reed, it was ten, now wait, make that a hundred times better than it ever was with you."

Reed started to yell and call her names and she was reaching for the off button when Michael stopped her. Hold on he mouthed to her.

Michael then picked up the receiver and listened as Reed was yelling at her, still calling her names. She could still hear him over the speaker too. With his hand over the receiver, he told her to shut him up.

"Reed, stop talking to me like that. My father wouldn't like it," she said to him.

This stopped him. She heard him sigh.

At this Michael spoke up. "And Reed," he paused letting his Deep Male voice sink in, "He likes her stupid Irish temper." 

He then proceeded to hang up the phone but not before Reed yelled," Who is this?"

Silk noticed that Michael's hands were clenched into fists. "Michael, I am sorry about that. I shouldn't have baited him like that.

"I'm not mad at you Silk. I am mad at Reed. You don't treat women like that, like he did. Especially since he dumped you. That guy is an asshole and you, my pet are better off without him," Michael told her as he hugged her to his chest.

He held her for a few minutes, and then noticed that it was ten minutes to one. They had to leave by one thirty for her to be on time so he had better hurry her along. She still needed to shower and before they left, he wanted to do something for her. 

Pushing her from his chest he informed her, "You need to get in the shower so we wont be late. So get going." He swatted her behind as she walked away. She laughed and went to the bathroom. He kicked off his shoes and lay down on her bed to wait. "Oh and Silk, no masturbation, you don't have my permission."




Learning the Lifestyle Ch. 03



She started the water and got a towel ready as it heated up. Just as she stepped in the shower she heard the phone ring again. She yelled to Michael; just let the machine get it.

Having every intention of doing just that, he listened as the message informed callers that Silk was out and before it could finish, Reed started yelling for her to pick up. What an ass Michael thought again and picked up the receiver as he shut off the machine. With a smile he listened.

"Silk, are you there? Silk, you will tell me who that was right now," Reed demanded.

Making his voice sound even deeper, Michael replied, "She will do no such thing, you're not her Boss or her Master, and since I know who you are, I know you're not her father either. So you have no right to tell her what to do, whatsoever.

"Just who the hell is this?" Reed demanded heatedly.

"On the verge of sounding childish," Michael smirked, "This is the man who rocked Silk's world last night, and will continue to rock her world every night."

"This is her fiancé, so you better listen up and leave my soon to be wife alone," Reed shot back.

Shaking his head and sighing, Michael said, "Now why did you have to go and lie. See I can deal with just about anything, even assholes like you, but I can't abide liars. Listen up liar; I already know that you dumped Silk. So that makes her fair game. Thus, I am taking up where you leave off."

Reed demanded again, "Put Silk on the phone right now or I'll call the police."

"Last warning for you, Reed. Silk is mine now and she doesn't want anymore to do with you. So don't call her again, liar," and with that, Michael hung up on him.

Silk had just walked in the room, catching the last bit of the conversation. Michael was lounging on her bed, smiling. She was wrapped in a towel.

"Who was that?" She asked.

"Reed," was all he would supply.

"Oh."

"Why don't you get the stuff to put on your tat and I'll rub it on for you," he offered.

She went to her jacket in the closet and retrieved it from her pocket. She then brought it over to the bed, handed it to Michael and then turned around and dropped the towel.

Michael liked the fact that she was not shy. Nakedness didn't seem to bother her in the least. He squeezed some ointment onto his finger and began to smear it on her tat. As he did this, he noticed that she curled her toes. He also noticed that her mood changed again. She seemed to be getting turned on.

"Does this turn you on, Silk," he asked?

"Yes," she hissed.

"Turn around and close your eyes," he told her.

She did this and he changed positions on the bed so that he was lying so that he could hang his head off the bed. She was right in front of his face now.

"Spread your legs and keep you eyes shut," he told her as he pulled her to him. "Lean forward and place your hands on my chest.

Trusting him, she did as she was asked. Before she could wonder what he was up to, he kissed her between her legs, causing her to spread her legs further. He also was rubbing her tat, which sent lightening bolts straight to her core. She gripped his shirt, and then remembered to be careful of marking his chest. He was bringing her close very quickly and she was panting.

"Just let go, Silk. You have my permission," he told her quickly and went back to giving her oral pleasure all the while stroking the tat on her back.

Within seconds, she totally lost control. "Oh, Michael. Yes, don't stop," she cried.

When she was through, he slid out from between her legs and she sank to her knees beside the bed. "You okay, pet," he asked?

"Yes, just need to catch my breath. That was incredible. Thank you."

"For what?" He asked, not understanding.

"For that, you didn't have too, but thank you."

Glancing at the clock, she jumped up and finished dressing. 

Michael noticed that she chose a turtleneck half shirt and a hip hugging skirt. He also noticed the stockings and garter she put on. Wondering if she always dressed like this, he asked, "Do you always wear stockings?"

Blushing she replied, "Yes, I do. I don't like hose because they slip too much and you have to pull them down to pee. Also they rip a lot when you pull them up. I have worn stockings and garters since the 9th grade. I also think they are very sexy."

"Very old fashion too," he told her.

Frowning she asked, "Why, don't you like them?"

"Oh, I like them. You just never meet women who wear them all the time. Most only wear them for looks. Please keep wearing them, they are very sexy," he reassured her. "So, do you always wear dresses and skirts too?"

At this she laughed, "Do you watch me that closely, Michael? Are you my stalker?"

Grabbing her and bending her over, he kissed her on the lips and said, "Why yes, my dear, I am stalking you. I told you I really like you."

She laughed again and said, "Good, but now if we don't get going, I'll be in trouble and late." 

"Damn," he said winking at her as he let her go, "Foiled again. Well if we must, let's go. Are you sure, last chance?"

"I'm sure," she replied and then seeing his pout, she stroked his face, "But we'll have later, lover. It's only four hours."

Beaming her a smile, "Okay, if you say so, lets go," he told her and he left the room.

She grabbed her jacket and slipped her feet in her shoes and out the door she went. They went to the car and Michael took the lead and drove again. It just seemed natural to let him. As they drove to school, she watched him noticing his piercing blue eyes and streaked blond hair. She also noticed that he was very muscular. She also remembered from seeing him standing in front of her that he was probably well above 6 foot.

"How tall are you Michael?" She asked.

"Six-foot two," he told her.

"How much do you weigh?"

"Around 240, why," he questioned. "How tall are you and much do you weigh?"

"I was just wondering. I myself am five foot seven and weigh a hundred and twenty pounds give or take," she responded. 

"I'm impressed, most women never tell their true weight. Very nice."

At this she laughed, "How do you know I am telling the truth?"

Giving her a serious look, he told her simply, "I don't abide lying, so you wouldn't lie to me, Silk." Then he laughed at her serious look and said, "Besides, I picked you up, remember. You're just a mere slip of a thing, really."



Learning the Lifestyle Ch. 04



She laughed at him and then thought of something, "Michael, when I went to take my shower you said something about masturbation. I wanted to tell you that I don't."

He glanced at her and saw that she was very serious. "Never?" He asked, "Why not?"

Color crept up to stain her cheeks, "Actually, I really don't know how. By the time I had those urges and feeling, I had met Reed and begged him to take my virginity. I never really thought about it much." She told him.

"You never have ever touched yourself at all?" He asked, not totally believing that a women as easy to turn on as she was, had never masturbated.

She blushed again and looked away, "I've touched myself of course, but I have never had an orgasm from doing so. I don't really know how." She noticed he was smiling. "Are you laughing at me?" She fumed.

At this he started laughing, "No, I am not laughing at you. I was smiling because I was thinking about how much fun it's going be teaching you. I laughed just now because you look so mad. You're really cute when you're mad by the way."

"Teaching me," she blushed an even deeper to shade of red, "To masturbate?

"Among other things little one, yes. You'll like it, trust me. Now tell me have you at least experienced pleasure from just a hand or fingers?" He asked with extreme frankness.

"Yes, from Reed and Neil both. Neil liked to bring me off that way a few times before he would go down on me and Reed would during movies and sometimes between classes to tease me. Said he liked it when I panted," she told him.

At her words, he raised an eyebrow; "I like it when you pant too. So, between classes huh, very naughty little one. Did anyone ever know what you were doing?"

She chewed her lip a little and then spoke up "Neil did, he told me later that he saw Reed do it a few times and my best friend saw it once, but usually we kept it very secret. I told Reed not to, but he did it anyway."

They had arrived at school and so the conversation was over. Michael parked the car near the station part of the school and they both went in. Silk looked at her watch and saw that she had ten minutes to get her stuff ready. More than enough time actually. She gathered all her stuff and went into the flight deck. Donny was there, he smiled as she walked in and gave her the quite signal that told her he was about to go on the air. She gave him the okay signal and set her stuff down.

As the song ended, Donny switched on the mike and spoke in to it with a clean clear voice, "That was an oldie, but a goodie, by Styx. Up next is the weather with our own Amanda White. This is Donny Love saying good-bye for the week, next up is everyone's favorite coed, Silky Lang. See ya all back here next week at ten. Be well and party safe." Donny signaled to Amanda and switched off the mike. He then turned to her and smiled as he pulled the head phones from one ear. "How's tricks, cutie?" He asked.

"Good," she told him. "Are you ready to switch?"

"Just a sec, let me set these carts up and I'll switch you," he told her as he set up the six carts that resembled the old eight track tapes, which would play commercials. They were designed to play one after another when set. They were thirty to sixty minutes long. This gave them time to switch places with out any dead air. Dead air was a big no-no. You could get fined or even fired over dead air. After setting them, he waited for Amanda to finish with the weather and signal him. At the signal, he started the first spot; the others would play in secession. He then took off the earphones and gathered up the remainder of his stuff and moved allowing her to switch him places. 

First she placed the earphones on, which allowed her to hear the actual show that was going out over the air. She pulled it off one ear just as Donny had done. They were into the second spot at this point, some ad for a used car dealer that promised great prices for students. She grabbed the cart that had the station identification spot that told listeners she was up next on it and set it next to the cart machine. She then placed her list on the table next to the soundboard and started grabbing a few CDs from the rack for the next songs she would play. She popped in the first CD she would play and set it to the track she wanted. The third cart had played by this time and so she removed the first cart and popped her station identification in. She then only had to wait for the last commercial to play and then she would begin her show. With that she turned back to Donny, who was taking readings from the equipment. He wanted to learn about the equipment along with being a DJ so Michael had him spend an extra two hours each day working with the other stuff that was used to put a radio show out over the air.

"How are you today, Mr. Love," she joked. Everyone loved Donny's call name.

"I would be better if you would just go out with me, Miss Lang," he told her using her call name.

She laughed and told him, "Dream on Donny boy, I told you I don't date DJ's. To much professional jealousy."

"Shot down again, you are one mean lady Silk," he told her trying to be serious. Done with his readings, he gathered up his backpack and water bottle, preparing to leave he told her, "I will go lick my wounds again, in private." He was pretending a pout as he left the flight deck.

With a laugh, she turned back to the soundboard and listened as the fifth spot was finishing and the sixth and final one began. She readied herself for another four hours of live show. She always felt nervous for the first few minutes. She listened and readied herself to press the button that would announce her to the listening world.

"You've been listening to the awesome sounds of KEWL 99.5. Coming at you from Mission University located right on our very own campus. This is Silky Lang and I'll be your host for the next four hours for some good times, great jokes and stories and some KEWL tunes. So just sit back and absorb this rockin' tune. Rock on, coeds," the spot told listeners. She then pressed the play button on the CD player and listened as the track she has chosen began to play.

Next she set about pulling some more carts and CD's to play for the next hour. Her first hour she played what she liked but after three o'clock she would start to take requests and play what the listeners wanted. She also turned and logged into the flight deck computer and messenger services that was behind her. It was linked with the Head Program Director and Michael so that they could talk to her without interrupting her show with noise. It was hard to talk while running an air show, but they could instant message back and forth with ease. It was mostly used to deliver memos and praise to the DJ and sometimes to mention a mistake that need to be corrected right away. Silky had never really used it much. She had received memos and atta-girls and thanked the sender but she had not chatted much on it otherwise. 

She turned back to the soundboard, as the song was about to finish. She popped another CD in the next player and set the track she wanted. As the song came to a close, she switched on the mike, "That was Madonna. Next up we have a five play. Commercial free. But first we have a joke for all of you out there in radio land. This one comes from the computer department. Thanks guys. Okay, how many computer geeks does it take to change a light bulb? Give up? Who knows, they don't need light to program." She pretended to laugh. "Alright folks here's your five play as promised, and remember," she told them as she started the song, "I'll be taking request after three, so pick a song and give me a call. This is Silky Lang for KEWL 99.5." The song took over and she shut off the mike.

As she lifted the earphone from her ear she heard the click that meant some one had sent her a message. She turned to see from who and wasn't surprise to see it was Michael. 

'Nice,' it said.

'Thanks', she typed back. She then turned around to set up the next three songs for the five-play that she was starting. 

'So tell me, when Reed would make you cum with his hand in the hallway, would from rubbing your clit or would he stick his finger inside you?' Came the message with a click.

At this she blushed and typed back, 'Both.'

'What about Neil,' came the next question?

She turned to start the next song and then came back and typed, 'With a finger inside every time. He had a way of wiggling it that made me just loose it.'

'But you have never made yourself cum this way?' he typed

'NO,' she sent back.

Then she typed, 'I don't lie Michael.'

"Okay emerald eyes, I believe you," was all that he wrote back.

At this she knew that their relationship did indeed exist in school. She wondered what the others would say when they found out she was dating the Assistant Program Director. Before she could think more on this, she remembered just what exactly emerald eyes meant and hastily typed, 'Thank you, Master.'

A smiley face was her reward.

She went back to her show for the next fifteen minutes. During this time, she finished her five- play and played two commercials and one public service announcement. She was telling a funny story that was just emailed to her when she heard the messenger click again. She finished up the story and started a song to play before she turned to the computer.

'What's you favorite color,' he asked.

"Emerald green and don't laugh,' she sent back.

'LOL,' came back.

Then, 'Seriously?"

'Yes, it looks the best on me and I really love the color,' she typed.

"You would look divine in royal blue and bright red too, my pet,' he replied.

She didn't know what to say so she just typed back, 'Okay Master.'

'You don't believe me?'

She typed back, 'Yes, I believe you, but I have never really tried them so I can't really say yes or no personally.'

'I'll show you later,' was his return.

'Yes, Master,' she shot back and with that turned back to her show.

It was time for another story. She found one in the box and proceeded to read it on air. As she did this she sat up three more spots. She didn't usually find the stories very funny, but since the FCC really limited what could be said on air, they didn't have much choice. She then began a two-minute commercial break. And set up three more carts to be played in a few minutes.

After the last one played she switched on the mike for a live station identification, "This is Silky Lang with KEWL 99.5. After this next commercial break I'll play our last five- play and then its time for requests, so start them calls." As she told them this she popped her special request spot. "Remember kiddos keep em'clean. Now, who gives you live requests every weekday from three to six?" She then played the cart, which was a bunch of college kids screaming KEWL 99.5 and switched off the mike. When it ended she started the next set of spots and set up three more to play while she put away the CDs and carts she had already played. DJs had to keep their space clean or they would end up with a mess that usually caused delays and dead air. Neatness was a must.

Next she set up 4 CDs to play and waited while for the last spot to play out, when it did she pressed play on the first CD player. She then began to set up the recorder to record requests. Most people didn't know that when they called into a radio station for a live request, the call was recorded and played back later. There were several reasons for doing this. One was for censorship. In case someone said something they shouldn't, they could bleep it out or choose not the play the call. Next was to give the DJ time to find the song as to give the appearance of having it at their fingertips, ready to play. That's way DJs seemed to be able to start the song during the call. Made the listener feel like they were number one even if for only a few seconds. With this all ready, she sat and waited to begin the next CD.

Michael walked into the flight deck and she smiled up at him. Damn he was so sexy, she thought. She wondered what he wanted.

"The live request thing is really working out. I'm glad we talked the Head PD into it," he told her.

Beaming at this, she replied, "Yes. Thank you for help with that too. I could never have talked him into it without you."

"It was a good idea and I heard you make it work at your home town radio station. I'm glad you brought it to me. You have made it a success when others have failed," he told her.

She was glowing at this point from the praise he was giving her, "I made it work by recording each call and playing them back. Others tried to do them live. Live never works. Too many potty mouths out there," she told him.

"Well, anyway, I'm off to the cafeteria for a soda, want one?" He asked.

"Yes, I was to sidetracked to remember to bring one," she told him with a wink, "But make mine a water. I don't drink a lot of soda."

"I knew that actually. I would have brought you one even if you hadn't of said so," he said as he walked out the door.

As he walked away, he thought to himself. He was really glad thing were working out so well with Silk. He really felt a connection that went much deeper than the Master and slave relationships, much deeper than even sex. He felt that she could be the one. Instinctively he knew he would give all of the lifestyle up if that was what Silk wanted, but he was delighted that she wanted that side of Michael too. With this thought in mind, he noticed a spring to his step and wondered if anyone else saw it. He could wait to take she shopping tonight. What a grand time they would have.

He was getting his soda from the machine when he noticed that a couple girls were watching him. He was used to this. Due to his looks and his parent's money, women seemed attracted to him. Sometimes he really hated it. That was brought him into the lifestyle in the first place. When he was seventeen, he wanted girls to like him for something other than money. He met this older lady who was a Dominatrix and she showed Michael that some people wanted things that didn't involve money. Michael spent a years as her sex slave, learning everything she had to teach. Then she decided that Michael would make a better Dom than a slave, something secretly Michael had already figured out, but knew that the best Dominants were once slaves themselves. 

So she began his instruction by getting him his first slave. By this time Michael was already so into the lifestyle, that normal sex held no fascination for him in the least and Michael wondered if it really ever did. He could still perform normal sex and even enjoyed it, but it never gave him total pleasure, until last night. Last night with Silk, they did it twice in a very normal way and he was totally satisfied each time. This told him what he already knew in his heart and mind; Silk was different. She was special in more ways than one.

While he pondered this thought, the girls had approached him and he looked up to find two very nervous girls wanting to talk to him. "Yes," he asked in a commanding tone, ever the Dom.

"Sir may we talk to you in private?" the bravest one asked.

Amused at this sort of thing, he nodded to the door and said, "Okay, but there isn't that much privacy on a campus of 6500 students. This way little ones." He then led them out the side door in to a deserted corridor.

"Okay want did you two want?" He asked of them.

The brave one spoke up again. " Well Sir, we were guests at the party last month at Sir Paul's. We saw you there and remembered you from school."

At this he smiled. So they were slaves. He glanced to their necks and saw no collars. No owners, he thought, "And," he prodded.

"Well Sir," the other one stuttered, "We wondered if you were in the market for a pair of slaves. We are unowned and are in need of a Dom to serve. We would like to become your slaves as we noticed that you didn't seem to claim ownership of any in particular."

His first thought was to decline thinking on how Silk would take it. Then he thought why not, she would have to learn that she had to share. He could take these two on for a while, and then sell them to a deserving Dom. They could help him train her. With this in mind, he said, "Why don't you two follow me to my office, where we can have total privacy."

He led them to the station. He neared the flight deck and thought for a second that he should take them to his office without letting Silk see them. Then changing his mind he thought, no Silk was the slave and he the Master. She would just accept. 

"Wait here," he told the two just outside the door to the flight deck, "I have to drop something off."

He went in the flight deck and handed her the water. She was on the air and gave him the wait signal. He looked back at the two girls who were whispering to each other. They were rather cute. They looked like slaves too. He liked their outfits too, very sluty, which is how he liked his slaves personally. They both had on short plaid skirts, one blue the other a red with suspenders. Both wore white half shirts and white stockings that stopped just a few inched below the hem of their skirts and high-heeled shoes. Some would call this a schoolgirl outfit. Michael called it pure sexy.

"Who are the bimbos?" Silk questioned him as she switched off the mike, a hint of jealousy in her voice

Anger flared up in him at her brazen comment. "Slaves, my pet," he stated simply.

"Whose?" She seemed to demand. 

"Mine, emerald eyes, mine," was his harsh reply as he walked out the door.

She watched as he led them away to his office, not knowing what to make of what he had just said but knowing it wasn't her place to question him. Especially since he had just put her in her place. She thought on this as she ran the rest of her show. She remembered that in the book, the Master had more than one slave and she also remembered Michael telling her that his friend Starla had a few slaves and Baron too. Maybe this was normal. She still felt a little jealousy thought.

Then the thought came to her. Maybe this was a test. Maybe she was to prove herself to Michael. With this in mind she decided that she would prove herself with whatever it took. The bimbo twosome would not take Michael from her without a fight. With that in mind she went back to her show.

Michael led them to his office and shut the door behind them, a sign to others not to disturb him. He took his seat behind the desk. "Kneel," he ordered.

They both gracefully dropped to the position, even thought the floor was slightly dirty, without question. Michael liked that. 

"Now, what are your names?"

"Slave Syndee Sir," the first one answered.

"Slave Stacy Sir," came the timid response of the second.

Michael noticed that they never lifted their eyes to him while they spoke. They were well trained. 

"You will call me Sir or Sir Michael for the time being. I have one other slave presently, but she is very new to this. You will help in training her," he told them.

"Yes Sir," they chorused in unison.

"I have many rules, but we will go in to them later. I have only one rule for you at this moment. There are no ranks in my home. You are equal in that you are all slaves. I will not abide any petty jealousies or foolish games that jealous slaves play. Is that clear," he asked.

"Yes Sir," again came their answers in tandem.

"Okay, tell me about yourself, slave Syndee," he told her.

"Well, Sir, I'm twenty-three. I come from Washington. I have blond hair and gray eyes. I'm five foot six and weight one hundred and fifteen pounds. I've been a slave for four years. I have a list of my limits for you at home; I can supply you with them at your earliest convenience, Sir," Syndee told him, wondering what else to add.

Stacy spoke up next with a slightly nervous stutter, "Sir, I am also from Washington. I'm twenty-four and have been a slave for four years also. I'm five foot seven and weigh one twenty-five. I am a natural red head and have green eyes. I too have a list of limits available for you, Sir."




Learning the Lifestyle Ch. 04



"Can you email them to me tonight," he asked of them.

"Yes Sir," again they answered.

"Okay, nice, very nice. I'm pleased at your level of experience. You will work out fine in my house," he informed them. "So are you two bi?" He asked next.

"Yes Sir, we are Sir," answered Syndee.

"Slave Stacy, are you just shy or are you afraid of me for some reason," he asked, not liking her timid attitude.

"No Sir, just very submissive. I have found that most Doms like this in a slave. If you don't I will change. I am somewhat shyer than Syndee thought, Sir," she answered with more of a clear and braver tone.

"You will address each other and slave Silk as slave whatever their name is. Is that clear?" He ordered.

"Yes Sir."

All right, when can we get together? I am free all weekend," he informed them.

"We are free all weekend also, Sir," Syndee told him.

"Only speak for yourself, slave."

Chastised, she rephrased her response, "Sorry Sir, I am free all weekend, Sir."

In a strong clear voice that almost surprised him, Stacy spoke, "I am free also, all weekend, Sir."

"Good, how about coming over tomorrow afternoon around three? We can all get to know each other and eat a bite. I will have had time to go over your limit lists and we can play a little if everyone is comfortable, maybe go out for a bit. As I said you will also be helping to train slave Silk too. Again please don't mistake that as rank of any kind. I have already stated that there is no rank among my slaves. You are all three equal in my eyes, except that you two have experience," he asked of them.

"That would be great Sir," Syndee told him.

Yes Sir, I would be pleased to do that for you, Sir" Stacy told him.

"Alright, if you have no other questions, you may go."

"One question Sir," Stacy asked.

"Yes," he said turning towards her again.

"Is slave Silk a student here also, Sir?" She asked.

"Not that it is really any of your business slave Stacy, but yes. You have already seen her actually," he told her.

"Sir, is she here now? May we meet her before we go, Sir?" Asked Syndee, jumping in.

Glancing at his watch, he saw that it was almost six. Silk would be done is just a few minutes. He would have her come in and meet the two girls. He wanted to see how she would act. She seemed almost jealous earlier. Time to call her to the carpet so to speak. Turning to his computer, he told them, "Yes that would be possible and a good idea." He then typed a message to Silk.

The computer clicked behind her and she read, 'Emerald eyes, come directly to my office after your show.'

'Yes Master,' was her reply. 

Then she added, 'Out,' which meant she was signing off now.

She then turned back to Marcy and evaded her questions about the night before. Finishing up her show, she began to gather her stuff and put stuff away.

"Come on, Bennett, your holding out. Did you with Michael or what?" Marcia whined.

Or what, crossed her mind, thinking that Marcy would scream if she told her the truth of what went on last night. Finally she supplied, "We spent the night together, that's all I am telling you."

"Oh no, you have to at least tell me if he was a stud or a dud," Marcy informed her.

Silk had finished gathering up and cleaning up and was setting some commercial spots to play in the same manner that Donny had done when she came to relieve him. It would give Marcy the time to get set, as it had done for her at the onset of her show. She had a devilish smile on her face all the while and as she traded places with Marcy, she whispered, "Stud, most assuredly stud." She then laughed and walked out of the flight deck and leaving Marcy to sigh.

She stopped at the desk next to the flight deck and repacked her stuff back into her backpack. She then turned her mind to Michael's office. She wondered of those girls were still there. Setting her stuff on the floor next to the desk, she steeled herself and prepared to enter Michael's office as ordered. She would show them that she was proud if nothing else.

She went to his office and gave a knock at the door, as was the rule when his door was shut. She also informed him that it was she knocking.

"Come in," came his order.

She let herself in and saw that the other two were indeed there. They were also in the kneel position next to Michael. She felt that jealously again. She then remembered her place and looked up to Michael briefly and then dropped her eyes to the floor, "Yes Master?"

"Kneel," was his only reply.

She dropped as smoothly to kneel as she could, hoping she looked graceful. She tried not to let the resentment and jealously show.

"Introduce yourselves, my slaves," Michael ordered.

Not sure what to say, she let the others take the lead.

"My name is slave Syndee, I am pleased to meet you slave Silk," the blond one began looking directly at her.

"Silk, you may meet the eyes of another slave," Michael told her.

She lifted her eyes to the blond girls, trying hard not to let resentment show. 

"I'm hoping to gain the right to serve Sir Michael and wear his collar soon. I also look forward to becoming your slave sister," Syndee finished.

"And I am slave Stacy. I am very happy to meet you slave Silk. What a lovely name you have too. Did Sir Michael name you?" The redhead said to her.

"No, it is my name," she said not sure what the redhead was talking about.

"Silk or actually Silky is her Christian name, slave Stacy. Her parents named her that," supplied Michael.

Stacy finished up, "I am also hoping to serve Sir Michael and wear his collar too. I also hope to be very good slave sisters with you."

Silk risked a quick glance to Michael and saw that he was overly pleased with himself. This shot her full of spiteful pride and she addressed the two before her looking them both in the eyes, with a strong voice. "I am, slave Silk. It is nice to meet you both also. I will serve Master Michael and wear his collar soon."

Laughing at her remark, Michael added, "She will also have a sore red bottom later to go with her attitude. Now apologize for your rudeness to your sisters, slave."

Feeling the sting and weight of his words, she replied, "Yes Master. I am sorry. Please forgive my rudeness, sisters." She added the last word in hopes of pleasing Michael.

"All right, now we all know one another." He said and he sat up and grabbed a slip of paper. Writing his address and number on, he gave it to Syndee. "Here is my address and number. Call if you need directions. We shall see you at three," he told them.

"Yes Sir. See you then," Syndee answered as she read the slip he had gave her. "Oh and may we have your email address Sir? So we can email you those lists tonight."

"He wrote it on another slip and handed it to her. "Yes, I had almost forgotten. Anything else?"

"No Sir," they chorused again.

"Okay you may stand and you are excused. See you tomorrow," he told them.

"Thank you Sir. See you tomorrow, Sir," Syndee said.

"Yes thank you Sir and see you tomorrow slave Silk," Stacy offered.

They stood up and left the office. Michael watched as Silk still knelt on the floor after they left. Her head was lowered in what seemed defeat. Michael wondered what she was thinking. He knew by her earlier attitude and words that she was extremely jealous. In one way he didn't care. He was the Dom here, she would just have to learn to deal with these things if this is what she wanted, but a part of him felt her pain and hated to have to be the cause of it. The knowledge that they would not be permanent helped ease his conscience. He would let Silk think that they would be around for a while during her training thought. It helped a slave to give her all if she thought she might be second best. He decided then not to tell her that there was no rank among her sister slaves. Let her compete a little to be his favorite. He made a mental note to tell the other two girls not to say any thing to her about rank. He needed to have a private conversation with those two again before anything went any farther tomorrow.

He finished clearing up his desk and glanced at the clock on the wall. 6:30 it read. Good, he thought, time to go shopping. He looked over to her again and saw that she was really in a pout about the whole thing. Time to put an end to this once and for all. "Silk, stand up and come over here," he told her in a not so gentle voice.

She stood, and came over to him. He pulled her down on his lap and hugged her to his chest. This made her feel better instantly. She knew that she was being silly, but she just couldn't help it. She was not usually a jealous person either. She lifted her face finally and looked in his eyes. She always felt she could read a person's eyes pretty well. What she saw in Michael's made her heart beat faster. It also made her feel better. She decided that she could deal with this and quit acting like a jealous lover.

Michael saw her face and knew that she was feeling better. He hoped that when she looked in his eyes, she saw the love projected to her in them. She seemed to and smiled to him finally. "Are you ready to go shopping little one," he asked her?

"Yes Master," she said as she turned around, "But before we go, I think I need some more ointment on my tattoo. It feels dry. Could you help me?"

Mentally he cursed himself as he lifted her shirt. Why hadn't he remembered? If might hurt after being rubbed while she sat in the chair during her show. "Yeah it's dry. Does it hurt?" He asked of her as he touched it gingerly.

"Not really. It just feels a little raw and tight, but I figured it was because it was dry," she told him.

Feeling bad, he told her, "I am sorry, I should have remembered that. I knew that the chair and your shirt would rub against you and rub all the ointment off. I should have looked at it when you first came in. Forgive me little one. Get your stuff and I put some on for you."

She went out of the office and got her jacket and backpack. Bringing it back to his office, she retrieved the tube of ointment from her pocket. As she entered his office, she sat her stuff down on one of the chairs and then came around the desk. She handed him the stuff and then turned around and lifted her shirt. She prepared herself for the lightening blots that would shoot straight to her core once he began to touch her tat.

He squeezed a big drop onto his finger, and then smeared it on her tat. Her heard her sharp intake of breath. "Does it hurt?" He asked concerned.

"No," came a strangled answer from her.

Then it dawned on him that she was turned on earlier by him touching it. She must be feeling the same thing again. He wanted to explore this further, but they needed to go so he could make it to his favorite lingerie shop before eight. All the other places he wanted to go were open till midnight or longer, but Madame's closed early. She carried the best stuff especially slave outfits. Michael hadn't found better anywhere in the world. With that in mind, he finished coating her tattoo and with a kiss just above it he handed her back her ointment. "All right, how's that feel," he asked?

"Much better," she purred. She took the ointment and went over and stuck it back in her pocket. What now she wondered as she turned back to him.

Michael had stood up and was looking at her. She smiled at him. He knew she wondered want was going to happen next and liked keeping her in suspense. He then turned and grabbed his leather jacket off the back of his chair. "Let's go, my pet," he told her and turned to walk out the door.

He led her to the car. Once there he unlock and opened the door for her to get in. He then went around to his side and got in and started the engine. Turning out of the parking lot, Silk noticed that he was headed towards the city. She wondered where exactly he was taking her.

"Might I ask the name of the place you are taking me?" She asked.

"I could tell you but you probably wouldn't have heard of it or been there. This place is top dollar so not many college students go there. It also caters to the lifestyle so normal people don't shop there much," he told her.

"Oh, well since I haven't done much in this place other than normal food and stuff like that shopping, your probably right. I don't really know what the city has to offer outside of Wal-Mart really," she said with a laugh.

At this he looked at her. He couldn't believe that no one had taken her partying or out into the city. He then remembered Reed and with that he asked, "You never went out with Reed or even by yourself?"

"Reed was only here a week and during that time we rented that apartment and I was getting settled into school. That took up like four days of his visit. We went to dinner one night and saw a movie, but that is mostly it. He drove and the place we went was next to the Wal-Mart. I haven't done much on my own and no one has offered to take me anywhere other than a dorm room, accept you. Other than that, I've kept busy with my studies and the station," she stated.

You poor thing, he thought. Then dorm room hit him and he laughed, "A dorm room?"

She laughed too, "Yeah, there's this guy in my English comp class that keeps offering me a good time if I would just come to his dorm room. I told him no, but he is persistent."

"What's his name, maybe I know him," he asked her?

"Jon Becker, I think he plays football or something."

"Becker," Michael hissed, "That asshole, stay away from him. I have heard that he is really rough with the girls and I am not talking BDSM."

She laughed, "You sound jealous, Michael."

Before she could go on, he gave her a grave look, "Don't make that mistake. I am not jealous. I know him for what he is. If you like guys like that, like your Neil, than by all means have at it. I have seen how he treats girls first hand. When I said rough I meant that he beats up on girls. He is also known for getting them drunk and taking advantage of them," he told her in a harsh voice.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you," she said in a low voice and then looked away to the window.

Shit he blew it again. Gentle you fool he chastised himself again. He reached over and stroked her arm, "Silk, I didn't mean to sound so harsh. I am not mad at you, or offended and I am not jealous either. Not of Becker anyway. I was just informing you, trying to protect you and through you, your girlfriends. He really is a bad guy." When she looked back at him, he stroked her cheek with a finger, "You sort of scared me too. The thought flashed through my mind that you could have actually went out with that asshole and been hurt by him. Even if you hadn't shared yourself and your body with me I would want to protect you from him."

She looked at him and felt love from his eyes. She really liked his eyes they were so expressive. His hand was still stroking her cheek so turned he face a little and kissed his fingers.

"Am I forgiven, little one?"

She smiled and said, "There was nothing to forgive." That was all she would say.

They pulled up to a shop in the middle of a tree-lined street and Michael stopped the car, killed the engine and set the brake. She looked at the shop front. Madame's Fine Lingerie Emporium it read. If she were to judge the shop by its front she would have to say that it was elegant and expensive. She wondered what she would find inside.

Opening the door, Michael said, "Come on, let's go have a ball."

She got out and came around the front of the car. Michael was waiting there with his hand out to her. She took and they both headed towards the entrance. Once inside a lady at the door greeted them warmly. 

"Welcome to Madame's Fine Lingerie Emporium. A saleswoman will be here to help you out shortly. If I may have your coats, I'll hang them up right here and then you can be on your way," she said as she held out her hand.

Michael helped her out of her coat and then took his off and handed both to the lady. "Is Madame herself available to help us?" He asked of the lady.

"She is very busy, but I can check for you," the lady said in a slightly condescending tone as she picked up the phone.

"You do that and tell her Michael St. Paul is the one asking," He said with his nose in the air.

The lady paled at the recognition of his name and made the call is a nervous voice. She talked for minute and then hung up and looked at them with a new light in her eyes. "Madame will be with you shortly. Please have a seat," she said and indicated the settee to their left. 

They took the offered seat and waited for Madame. Silk wondered at the way the lady acted when Michael mentioned his last name. Maybe she ought to find out just who Michael St. Paul really was. 

"Michael why did she act like over your name?" She decided to ask him right now.

Looking at her, he saw she was really clueless about him. "My family is very rich. I told you that," he told her.

"Like how rich are we talking here? Filthy or what," she asked.

"Obscenely so. The St. Paul's are like obscene rich. Didn't you know that," he asked searching for face.

"Oh," was all she could say.

Reed's family was rich, but not like that. Also Reeds parents had died and left it all to Reed, but he didn't come into his total majority till his twenty-fifth birthday. For now he lived on a couple trust funds that left him about $15,000 a month. She wondered want Michael's trust funds looked like. Before she could think on it, Madame showed up.

"Sir Michael, how nice to see you again. It has been forever since you have graced my humble shop." Madame said with a bow.

This caused Michael to laugh out loud, "Humble my foot wench," ha said, "I've seen your prices, and you are being modest in your description. Extravagant would be a better word, but anyway, how have you been?"

This caused Madame to laugh too. "I have been good and business has too," she began as she turned to Silk and gasped out loud. "Who is this lovely creature?

"Allow me to introduce you Madame. This," he said gesturing to Silk, "Is my new slave, Silk. She needs to be outfitted in the finest slave wear. I checked her wardrobe and she hasn't a decent thing to wear that comes close to my fine standards for my slaves. So she is at your mercy, Madame."

"Well then, shall we head this way," she said directing them through the curtain and out on the showroom floor. 

Immediately Silk saw that she was right, it was glamorous and expensive. How expensive she would soon see. They were led through another curtain into a large fitting room that had a couch inside. Michael took a seat quickly and Madame went through the curtain at the back of the room. 

As Madame walked away, she called back over she shoulder, "Have her disrobe to only her panties, Sir Michael."

Silk looked to Michael and asked, "Sir Michael? Is she a slave also?"

"She used to be. Now she is what we call switch. She does whatever strikes she fantasy on that given day. Now you heard her, strip," he told her with a laugh.

Not really being shy about her body she did as asked. Something Michael didn't know about her, was she was raised as a nudist. Both of her parents belonged to colonies. They had also taken their children along so nudity was nothing new to Silk. As she disrobed, she gave her stuff to Michael and noticed that he folded it as she handed him each piece. Once she was naked except her little lace panties, a young woman came in with a measuring tape and took her measurements then left the same way that Madame had gone. A few minutes later, Madame came back in the room carrying an armful of clothes and handed her a lace robe.

"Here, it gets chilly in here sometimes," she told Silk. As Silk turned to put on the robe, Madame saw the new tat on her back and said to Michael, "Can we rub that stuff off or into that tat while she tries on clothes. That stuff may stain the clothing."




Learning the Lifestyle Ch. 04



Silk looked to Michael for the answer since he was the expert when it came to tattoos. 

"I don't see why not. Grab a tissue from over there Silk and bring it to me and I'll clean you off. I should have thought of that myself," he said to them both.

She retrieved a tissue and brought it to him. Then she turned and dropped the robe to her buttocks. As he wiped off the ointment she gave a low moan. Damn it was sensitive.

Michael liked the moan and smiled when he saw that Madame had heard her too and knew what had caused Silk to moan. He gave a wink to Madame and she gave him a knowing smile in return.

"Okay, darling. Let's try on some of these lovely outfits that I have brought for you. I think these will look the best on you," Madame told her as she held out a scrap of fabric the color of cream.

Silk took it and figured out how to put it on. It turned out to be a baby doll nitey that was so sheer it was almost invisible. She looked to Michael for approval and he gave a nod of his head.

Once she had it on, Madame came up and checked to see if it fit well across the chest. Silk then noticed that the young woman had returned and with her a cart full of stuff. Madame said something to the young woman who Silk realized was an assistant and the assistant nodded in agreement and then reached to help Silk out of the outfit. Once it was off, she placed it in a basket the side of the cart. Madame then handed Silk another outfit.

This one was a light blue and just as transparent. Silk again figured out how to put it on, it was another sort of baby doll. She then turned and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. It was very pretty, but she thought it looked too pale with her dark hair and fair skin. Finally she turned to Michael. He nodded again.

"Michael I know you like light colors the best, but I look better in bright ones. These wash me out," she told him.

Madame came to her defense, "She is correct, Sir. This one belongs in brighter colors with her pale skin and dark hair. She is like a china doll. These outfits will just wash her loveliness out."

He gave this some thought. He actually agreed with them after seeing her in both of the pale colored outfits, but it went against the grain. His slaves always wore submissive colors. Then it occurred to him. He had never seen a slave that looked like Silk. Most were so bold looking without clothes that pale submissive colors looks good on them. If he had saw Silk without the submissive look on her face, he would have guessed she was a Dominatrix anyway. With that thought, he said with a dismissive wave of his hand, "Fine, brighter colors it is, get rid of this pale crap, but I still must approve it."

Madame gave a laugh and started to leave with her assistant to get more stuff for Silk to try.

"Wait, I liked that first one. You will wear it so keep in the basket Madame," he ordered.

"Yes Sir," Madame twittered as she swept from the room.

With in a few minutes, Madame was back with a new armful of clothes, these in bolder colors. She handed the first to Silk to try on. This one was a bright blue baby doll. Once she had it on, she turned to Michael.

Michael gave a low whistle and was glad that he had agreed with them about the colors. Bolder were most assuredly better on Silk.

The processes went on for about thirty minutes and she felt that she had went through a about a hundred outfits, most of which Michael approved of. Finally they seemed to have run out of things for her to try on. Silk was glad. She felt as if she had tried everything in the store on. Finally Madame told her to put her robe back on.

"Next we will go into the other room and find some shoes and a few robes to go with your stuff," Madame suggested.

"Okay, that would be fine. I don't have to approve that. Silk can buy whatever type of shoe she likes. I want her to be comfortable in them. As for the robes I leave them in your capable hands Madame," Michael told them.

Madame told her to put her street clothes back on and when she was dressed, Madame led her to the next room and Michael followed them. Madame led her to a large rack of shoes and told her to take her pick. She began choosing a few and trying them on. She heard Michael talking again to Madame.

"Do you have a computer attached to the Internet and a printer?" He asked Madame.

"Yes, its over here," Madame told him and led him over to the register area. After setting him up with the computer, she came back over to Silk and began to help her with the shoes.

Silk had set aside about four pairs when she came back. Madame nodded her approval and handed Silk another pair that was low heeled and laced up the legs. They were white.

"These will look divine with most of the stuff you picked out. You have the legs for them."

Madame then added a pair that would look good with the harem girl outfit that Michael had really liked. While they finished looking at shoes, the assistant came over with an armful of robes in various colors and fabrics. Madame went through them and gave the assistant back the ones she didn't like. The assistant took them away as Michael came over holding a few sheets of paper.

"Thank you Madame for the use of your computer and printer. How are we doing here ladies," he said nodding to the pile of shoes that had amassed between the two women.

"We are pretty much done, unless you see something that strikes your fancy and you are most welcome for the other," Madame told him.

Turning towards the register, he said, "Nope you have handled it well my pets," he said as he walked away. "Shall we conclude this visit, Silk and I have more shopping to attend to."

The assistant and Madame hurried to the counter with the stuff and Silk followed a little behind, feeling like a whirlwind had just swept her off her feet. As she came to the counter, she saw Michael pull out his credit card and the thought occurred to her that she had no idea what this stuff costs. Probably a mint, then she saw the total and gasped.

"Michael you can't be serious. That is over three thousand dollars," she whispered to him.

"So," was all he would say and gave his card to Madame. 

Madame ran it through the card reader and then waited for the receipt to print. When it printed, she handed it to Michael for his signature and placed the extra copy in one of the bags. After Michael handed her back the signed copy she clapped her hands and a young man or rather a boy really, appeared from yet another curtain.

"Please help Sir Michael get his purchases to his car Sean," she ordered the boy.



Learning the Lifestyle Ch. 05



The boy turned and grabbed a cart that looked like ones businessmen used at the airports and begin to load their bags and boxes on it. Michael grabbed a few bags and headed towards the door. Silk grabbed a few shoeboxes and followed him. Once outside Michael opened the trunk for the boy to place the stuff inside. He sat his bags in the trunk and gestured for Silk to do the same. The boy placed the packages in the trunk and shut it and promptly walked away. 

Michael handed her the keys and said, "You drive this time, while I read."

Taking the keys and letting them in the car, she asked, "Where too?"

"Make a left out of the parking lot and then a right after the second light," he told her with total confidence.

She did as directed and soon they were on their way. She looked over at him wondering what he was reading. She debated whether or not to ask him finally curiosity won out. "May I ask, what are you reading?"

Wanting to see what her reaction would be, he told her, "The list of limits that those two slave girls you met earlier, sent to me."

Not wanting to be jealous she causally asked, "What is that? What kind of limits?"

Seeing that she either was trying to not show her jealous or she was learning that it didn't matter caused him to smile, "It tells me what they will and won't do. It is a list that covers everything that is involved in this lifestyle. This is easier than me asking all these questions. Also this way I can refer back to it when needed. When you're more experienced, we'll fill out one for you." Then thinking on what he had just said, he told her, "Actually, we could start a list now for you, you can always add to it or change it as time goes on. Most slave change theirs from time to time."

"So what things are they into," she asked actually curious about them.

"Make a left at the next light," he told her noticing that they were turning as he had directed her. "Well let's see. Their lists are pretty identical. They both like anal, oral, vaginal sex. They like all forms of masturbation and most toys. Both like whips, paddles, crops, and floggers. Syndee likes water sports and Stacy is willing to try it. Neither like scat or anything involving feces play. Good, neither do I."

"Water sports, like swimming?" She asked not knowing what he meant.

This caused him to laugh, "No, Silk. Water sports as in pissing."

"Oh," came an embarrassed answer. Then she braved, "And what is scat and feces play?"

"You may not want to know right now," he told her with a grave look.

"Just tell me."

"Okay, don't say I didn't warn you. Oh, turn right at the next street and then turn into Diamond's. Scat and feces play involves shit. Plain and simple," he told her in a very serious tone.

She looked at him and when he didn't smile, she gave a sour look, "That's nasty and unclean Michael. I hope you don't do that, ever."

He laughed loudly and slapped his knee. "I told you, you didn't want to know, but don't worry, I am not into it and none of my friends are either. Those people are a very select group."

"Good," was all she had to say.

They had arrived at their destination and she shut the car off. They got out and Michael led her to the door. Once there he stopped and stood in front of her. 

"Okay you have never seen anything like this in your life so be prepared," he told her.

"Alright, I am ready. I don't shock that easy Michael."

"This place is a place you will become very familiar with as long as you are in this lifestyle. It has everything a slave or Dom needs for every aspect of this lifestyle. Now shall we go inside?" He asked.

With a giggle, she answered, "Let's."

They went inside and Silk saw that Michael was right. It was a shock to the system; a man decked out in a full leather outfit greeted them. Silk fought to suppress a giggle and Michael looked down at her and smiled broadly. She thought to herself, she really liked his smile too.

"Hello, Michael, how may we help you tonight," leather man asked them?

"James how's business?" Michael asked of him.

"Good and you?"

"I am fine. Let me introduce you to Silk. She is a new slave. We are here to outfit her properly in all the leather gear she will ever need," Michael informed him.

"Do you need help, or can you find everything on your own?" leather man asked of them.

Michael looked to Silk and told him, "I think we are all right on our own. I can always yell if I need something."


With a dismissive nod, Leather man said, "Okay, just holler if you can't find something."

With that Michael led her into the store. Everywhere she looked, there were things that she had never seen before. Some caused her to blush and some just left her curious. Michael led her to a wall of leather collars and such stuff. Michael began to pick out collars that he thought would look good on her. He seemed to like the leather ones with gemstones on them. He handed her a black shiny one.

"Try this on," he told her.

She did and he approved it. He handed her another one, this time red. As she tried this one on a clerk walked up and gave them a large black basket for their purchases. Michael indicated for him to set in on the floor. He then tossed the black collar into it. Next he approved the red one, a blue one, a white one and an emerald green one. He put all the ones he didn't like back on their hooks and began to choose matching cuffs for her wrists and ankles. These he tossed in to the basket too and with them matching leashes. Silk wondered about the leashes. Would she be led around on them?

He was looking over some other collars when his cell phone rang, "Michael here," he said to the phone.

"Hello little ones. I see you got my message. I was hoping you would call while I was still out shopping at Diamond's."

He listened for a minute or so and then said, "What I needed to know was do you two own your own things for play and if so what do you have and what do you lack?" He listened again and then whispered to Silk, "Go ask that guy at the counter for a pen and tablet of paper."

She did as he asked and brought it back to him. Michael then began to jot down a list of things, all the while mumbling uhhuh, uhhuh into the phone.

"Well then little one, I shall pick up the things you don't have and we'll see each other tomorrow. I also wanted to mention that your lists were very through. Thank you for that and the promptness of delivery also," he told the caller who Silk had already guess was one the slave girls from earlier then she corrected that thought, one of her slave sisters.

"What's that," he asked. "Yes, you may give each other pleasure tonight, but only tonight, no more after one in the morning." He listened again and laughed, "Yes I can be a tough Dom to serve, but you'll like it. See you tomorrow, slave," he then hung up the phone and smiled to her, watching her reaction.

Knowing he expected her to live with this and wanting to be the perfect slave and please him, she tried to keep any jealousy from her expression when she asked, "Was that my slave sisters, Master?" 

He watched her face fore any signs of jealously and was please to see that she was either hiding it well or she had gotten over it. "Yes it was, I had emailed them that I need to ask them a question before tomorrows meeting and gave them my cell number. I was hoping they'd call while we were here too," he told her.

"For what," she asked him?

He smiled at her curiosity; "I needed to know what sort of tools they already owned so that if they were missing anything that I required, I would have it available. See Silk, each slave should have her own things due to cleanliness. I wouldn't want you to catch anything for someone else's toys so you will have your very own and they do also. I am maniac on cleanliness, as you will see. Come on now we have more to buy."

She watched as he selected a light blue color with matching cuffs and a leash then dropped it in the basket and then he turned to her and asked, "What color do you think would look best on the redhead, little one?"

Silk thought on it and even though she hated to say it, she told him with defeated tone in her voice, "The emerald green, Master."

He could tell that she really hated to share her favorite color with the other slave and was pleased that she was honest about it and he told as much, "And this upsets you because it is your favorite color right?"

Shocked that he had read her so well, she recovered, "Yes and no, Master." 

"Tell you what, you pick it out for your sister and it can be whatever you want, just make sure it matches her hair and coloring. I'll be over there," he pointed to another part of the store, "You come over when you're done and help me finish the shopping. Remember you pick the color. I will not be mad if you choose another color," and with that, he walked away leaving her to decide. 

Silk looked over all the collars and found a emerald green one that was similar to the one Michael had picked for her except it didn't have stones in it. She wanted to just get the royal blue one, but knew that it would be petty to act jealous over a color. She wanted to hate the other two, but she knew this was not the way to act and she really wanted to please Michael. Besides under a different situation, she would have probably become friends with the two girls. They actually reminded her of her two best friends back home, Candy and Mandy, the twins. They even dressed like them. With that in mind, she grabbed the matching cuffs and leash and went over to Michael. After showing them to him she dropped them in the basket.

He smiled at her choice. He then showed her a ball looking thing with a strap on it. It looked like a slingshot to Silk.

"What is it?" She asked him.

"This is a ball gag. Sometimes slaves need them when they can't keep their mouths shut and sometimes I just like to see them on a slave. I like what's called gag kissing also," he told her.

She gave him a questioning look and he laughed and told her he would explain and show her later.

He then dropped three of them into the basket and proceeded down the isle. He dropped in a few more items in the basket and then led Silk to another area of the store. This one had what looked like weapons and paddles hanging all over the walls. Silk was sure this stuff was for punishment. She hoped Michael would explain it all to her.

"Have a look around and see if any thing catches your fancy," he told her and shooed her off.

While she looked around, Michael picked up a new flogger and riding crop, and few paddles of various sizes and shapes and a switch. He then turned to watch her as she fingered a flogger made out of something other than leather. Michael wondered what it was. She seemed to really like it. He then noticed that she had a riding crop in her other hand. This made him smile; he knew she had horses so she would naturally be drawn to a crop. 

He finally went over to join her and see what that flogger that held her interest so keenly was made of. He touched it and saw that it was leather but it was totally different than the ones he usually bought. This was soft like deer hide, almost velvety soft. 

"Do you like it little one?" He asked in a low voice next to her ear.

"Yes Master," she said almost dreamily.

"Then it's yours and what of that red crop you have. Would you like it also?"

She looked down, having forgotten all about the crop in her hand. She was fantasizing about the feel of the flogger on her skin. She lifted the crop and looked at. "Um, sure Master, I guess so," she flushed.

He laughed and hugged her to him. "You are priceless, Silk."

She dropped the crop and flogger into the basket and noticed it was getting full. Surely they were almost done. She was starting to get hungry now so she looked at her watch to see what the time was and saw that it was fifteen minutes after nine. She then saw that Michael had gone over yet another section of the store so she followed him.

This section contained what looked like thousands of fake penises. This caused Silk to blush. She turned to find Michael staring at her.

"What?" She asked.

"You're blushing. I take it this a first for you?" He asked her with a laugh.

"Shut up," she muttered and turned away pretending to look at the selection in front of her.

He came up behind her and grabbed a handful of her hair and tipped her head back. She met his eyes and saw that he was not amused. "Never, and I repeat, never tell me to shut up, slave." Then he kissed her hard on the mouth and released her hair and walked away.

She stood there for a moment and thought over what had happened and knew she was in the wrong. She knew she should apologize too. She turned to him and saw he was placing things in the basket. Thinking that since he had grabbed her in the store that it was probably acceptable to do most anything else that didn't involve sex, she dropped to the floor in what he told her he called down. Once there, she said, "I am very sorry for telling you to shut up, Master. Please forgive me, Master."

The sight of her on the floor like that made him hard instantly. He barely heard her words even though she said them loud and clear. He shook himself, knowing this was not the place, "Apology accepted, slave. You may get up." Quickly before I take you right there on the floor, he added mentally to himself.

She gained her feet again and lowered her eyes to the floor. She was truly sorry. She waited for him to speak.

"Okay you little vixen, what do you think of this," he asked showing her a normal size penis.

She didn't know what to really say, "Okay I guess, I don't really know much about this sort of thing," she told him.

He proceeded to explain each and everything that he was buying. He showed her a couple strap-on penises; a double headed one and few others of various sizes and lengths. Next he showed her a plug looking thing that he explained was a butt plug. Lastly he showed her a vibrator and told her this was what he would teach her to masturbate with. Of all these things he bought three of each and Silk now knew why. Finally he seemed done and she crossed her fingers that it was over.

"Are we finished now, Master?" She asked him.

"Why are you tired of shopping?"

"No, I'm hungry," she supplied.

He looked at his watch and with surprise, noted the time. "Silk when your hungry just tell me. I don't always eat regular so if you are hungry and want to eat just say so," he told her tenderly.

"Okay, I'm sorry I didn't speak up. Can we go get a bite and then finish shopping? I'm not tired, just starved," she told him.

Michael carried his basket to the counter and Silk followed. While the guy rang up their stuff, she looked at the rack of movies in front of the counter. There were porn movies, but there were also ones that looked like they were about B&D. Michael noticed her interest and came up behind her again.

"Want to watch one?" he breathed in her ear.

Curiosity peaked, she hissed, "Yes," back at him.

He reached around her and grabbed the one she was looking at and another a few down from it and set them on the counter to be rung up.

Seeing that each movie was over thirty dollars she remembered the cost of the last stores purchases and turned to see what this stop would cost Michael. Once again he pulled out his credit card. When all the stuff had been rung up, the total was over eight hundred dollars. How could he spend like that she wondered. She would ask him once they were in the car.

They took their bags and went to the car. Michael placed this all in the trunk with the other stuff and then let her in the car. Then got in and started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

"Where do you want to eat?"

Thinking on it she said, "I don't care, we can go to that truck stop from this morning if you like. The food was great."

"Okay the truck stop it is," he told her, pleased that she like his favorite diner.

She thought on how to ask Michael about the money as they drove to the truck stop. Finally she just decided that direct was the best method. "Michael, how can you spend so much money like it was nothing?"

Smiling at her thoughtfulness, he took a deep breath, "Remember I told you that my family was obscenely rich," he asked?

"Yes."

"Well maybe ugly obscene would describe it better or maybe ugly filthy obscene, or maybe…"

"Okay I get it," she laughed, "You can stop. You still shouldn't spend like that. Your parents might think I'm after you money."

"Aren't you," he joked and this on a serious note he said, "My parents don't have access to monitor my spending habits. My trust funds are my own. One is from my maternal grandfather, it takes care of my needs and college tuition every month, and this includes my food, clothes, utilities, rent and all that sort stuff like my new truck. The other is from my paternal grandfather and it totally up to me to spend it how I see fit. I have no one to monitor my accounts. If I blow it on the ponies, no one cares. If I blow it on you, no one would give a shit or even know for that matter."

Lucky you she thought. Then she asked, "So how much do you get?"

"You don't really want to know."

"Probably not, but tell me anyway," she said.

"It's a sick amount," he laughed.

"That bad?" She asked.

"Yeah. Let's see, my needs account is bigger because of college tuition and all that so it's $100,000 a month. My fun money account as I call it is only," he gave her a sick look, "$50,000 a month. Pretty sick huh," he asked her.

"Shit Michael, how do you live. You poor boy," she told him.

"I warned you that you didn't want to know," he offered. "You have a trust fund too don't you. I heard you tell Donny that once."

She gave him a sideways look, "Nothing like yours, and my father monitors it. Mine is for my needs during college. Whatever's left over at the end is mine to keep, but I have to watch what I spend for now."

"How much, come on, I told you," he asked.

"It's pitiful compare to yours," she said, "I get $1500 a month for all my needs. My mother pays for all my tuition and books that aren't covered by my scholarship. My father is really tight fisted. If I pay for something he thinks I didn't need, I here about it."

"Who pays for the apartment?" he questioned.

"Reed paid for that out of his trust fund. I told you we wanted a place he could visit without having to get a motel room every time he visited. Sort of a waste now I guess, but it's leased and paid for two full years. So I guess it's mine for the time being," she supplied.

Something about that struck a jealous chord in him that he didn't know existed. He really didn't like this guy paying for anything for Silk. Maybe he would change that. Then he thought about her father. What a jerk, but he knew not to say that to her, "That's fine, let your father be like that, I'll buy you everything your heart desires," he told her matter-of-factly.

"I can't let you do that Michael, that wouldn't…" she began.

"You can't tell me no. It's my money and I am your Master now, so I will do what I please. Now end of subject."

And like that it was over even though Silk didn't like it. She knew it would be pointless to argue, so she just would watch what he spent. As she though about this, he pulled into the truck stop and her stomach growled.

"Wow, little one, you are hungry," Michael laughed.

She laughed too, "More than I even knew."

They entered the truck stop and as usual men turned to look at her. She was used to this because of her exotic looks as her mother called them. She used to wish that she didn't look like this but now she was pretty much resigned and usually just ignored them. What bothered her most now was that Reed and Neil would get upset over the attention she received. They acted like she wanted and delighted in it. Neil actually accused her of trying to gain the unwanted attention and Reed would get pissed when to many men would look at her. She felt like just not going out in public with them. She looked to Michael to see his reaction to the looks they were gathering. He didn't seem to notice or just didn't care, Silk wondered which.




Learning the Lifestyle Ch. 05



They sat down at a booth that the hostess had led them to and Michael noticed that Silk was gathering a lot of looks. This pleased Michael. He liked that he wasn't the center of attention for once. He knew however, if it were a room full of women or people who knew who he was he would be getting the same attention Silk was. He wondered how she stood it. He hated it when he was looked at like that, like he was something more than just the person he was.

"How do you stand the attention," he asked her.

Her heart sank, he had noticed. Please don't be jealous, she thought, "I just ignore it. It has been this was all my life. When I was younger, my eyes were teal blue, which was cause for even more talk. Does it bother you that much?" She asked of him.

"No I feel sorry for you. If these were women or people who knew who I was, I would be stared at too. I know what its like," He told her, then he realized that she thought he was upset that they were looking at her like that, "Did you think I would be jealous that you were getting this attention?"

She just looked at him not knowing what to say.

He knew then that Reed or Neil or even both had acted like that when people stared and blamed it on her, like it was her fault. "Did Reed or Neil get mad when men stared like that," he asked and gestured to the diner patrons with his right hand.

She just shook her head yes, tears gathering in her eyes.

At that Michael got up, came around and sat next to her and hugged her to him tightly. "Oh little one, I am so sorry for all the bad things. Please don't think I will ever be like that. I know what its like to be stared at like you're a piece of meat instead of a human being," at this she looked up at his face and he continued, "As for your looks, if the men are looking at that, then I am proud because I know it's me your with, me you will go home with and only me that will share that delightful body under those clothes. That means no one else unless I allow it. I told you, your mine now and I trust you not to share what's mine. Besides I like for my slaves to be admired, it means I have good taste. I promise you that I will never be jealous of men looking at you. Besides pet, I don't know if you noticed, but women look at you too."

At this she looked around and saw that he was right. She would have to watch for that in the future. Then she remembered that Starla had called her a china doll and Madame had gushed over her looks. Michael was right. This made her smile and his words made her feel better. She really hoped he would not resent her looks and the attention later though. With that she gave him a smile and then the waitress came over to get their order.

"Sorry about the wait. It has been so hectic tonight. Are you ready to order," asked the plain-faced waitress.

"Opps, Paula, I'm sorry, we haven't even looked at the menu. Give us another few minutes please," He told her in his best little boy voice.

The waitress smiled at Michael and pinched his cheek, "Okay anything for you darlin'. What do you want to drink though, I can get that while you look the menu over."

Taking the lead Michael didn't even asked her what she wanted to drink, he already knew, "Two ice teas and some sweet and low for the lady. Thank you Paula."

"Darlin'," Silk laughed when the waitress walked away, "Is she another one of your slave friends?"

He regained his seat across the table from her before answering, "No, she is not. She is just a waitress that works nights here. I did take her out a few times though." At her look of disbelief, he added, "Once for a concert and once for dinner because I was lonely."

"Okay, okay, I believe you. It just seems everyone knows you. Like those two girls today," she told him.

He sucked in his breath, "Those two, that was weird. I guess it goes back to that old saying, when it rains it pours."

"What do you mean?" She questioned.

The waitress had come back with their teas and sat them on the table and then handed Silk some sweet and low packets and a spoon. Next she handed Michael a spoon and then sat two straws on the table. "Okay, just yell when you're ready to order," she added as she walked away.

After she left Michael began, "What I mean is that I have not owned a slave for over a year because either none have caught my interest or none have asked for the honor to serve me. Then finally I hook up with one who I want to make my own and one who wants me and then all the sudden those two show up begging to serve me too. I have been at this school for over a year and no one from here has ever even acted like they were into the lifestyle. Not one."

"You mean you didn't have those two on the side all along?" Silk asked innocently.

Michael now saw that the reason she was upset was jealousy over being second best, so he told her, "No, I never meet them before today. They saw me at a party a while back and remembered me from school. They approached me Silk, not the other way around." He saw a look of relief cross her face and decided to add, "Also, last night was the first real sex I have had in about six months."

"What do you mean by real sex?"

He leaned over the table and in almost a whisper told her, "I have not had intercourse with a women in over six months. I have made a few suck me till I was close and then I finished on their face or something like that and I have manually done it, but I have not been with a women for real in all that time."

Eyes wide, she asked, "Why?"

He smiled at her and said, "Because little one, I have not felt close enough to one to share myself that way." 

"But," she stuttered, "The lifestyle."

"There is more to this lifestyle than just sex, Silk. Some never have real sex, intercourse. I sometimes play with married women or owned slaves. I have a rule about married women and some Doms don't always share their slaves that way. Besides there are too many diseases going around and you can't trust everyone," he said to her.

She wondered what made her special that he broke his self-imposed celibacy. She liked that he was safe and had morals, but why her and why now?

He saw the questioning her eyes and knew that she wondered why her. He decided to tell her, "As for you since I know you are dying to know, I feel close to you. I want to share myself with you in more than just a sexual way, more then just the lifestyle too. I want to share all that I am with you. I trust you and I think you feel the same about me."

She didn't know what to say. It was all too new to her, but she agreed that there was something special between them but she didn't know how to proceed. She didn't want to ruin it or have it end to soon. She knew she should say something to him so he would know she felt the same but didn't really know what to say so finally she said, "Michael I do indeed feel the same about you, but I don't know how to proceed. I am still new at this whole thing and I don't mean just BDSM. I mean relationships. Reed dominated my life in a different way than you are going to and then he dumped me. I am still a little raw from all that. Please understand and don't give up on me, but can we take this slow?"

"As slow as you need to, little one. I am not here to rush you in anyway. You know your safe word?" He asked her and at the shake of her head he continued, "Just use it if we are moving to fast. It is your safe word to use whenever you need me to stop anything that you don't like or don't feel comfortable with. Promised me you will remember to use it no matter what?"

"Yes, I promise," she whispered.

"Thank you," he said, then seeing the need to lighten up the conversation, "Now I thought your were starving. Let's get some food in you," he added with a laugh.

She smiled and picked up her menu. She thought everything looked good now and decided it was because she was so hungry. "How about we have steaks like you talked about this morning?"

"Not here, beautiful. I know a place that serves the best steaks. I want to take you there for steaks," he told her as he looked over the menu also.

"Damn it," came a curse from her that surprised both of them. She clapped her hand over her mouth.

"What?" He asked, voice full of concern. "What's the matter?"

"Don't laugh. I have a really hard time choosing because everything looks so good. I'm not a picker eater; I just can't make up my mind. So at the risk of really giving you control, will you please choose for me or we will be here all night," she asked.

This really hit him in the heart. She trusted him enough to let him choose her meal. He viewed this a really special. He also wondered if she ever let Reed or Neil choose for her. That was way she said steak, so she didn't have to choose. Sneaky.

"Okay," he said to her and then "Okay, Paula, we're ready," he yelled to the waitress.

The waitress came over and pulled out her pad, "Okay what will it be?"

"She will have the pork chop dinner, mashed potatoes and the veggie of the day and I would like the grand smothered burrito with a small side of fries," he told the waitress.

"Soup or salad?"


He gestured to Silk. "Salad, with ranch dressing," she told the waitress.

"Alright, be out in a few," she said as she walked away. A minute later she came back with a salad and a bottle of ranch dressing.

Silk dug right in.

"Did I do okay?" Michael asked her.

"Yes, I love pork chops," she told him as she devoured the salad.

"Now I know you like salad with ranch, so next time I will order that for you too," he said just naturally assuming that she would always let him order in the future. He would make sure that she wanted to him too though.

Within minutes, their food was on the table, which was another reason Michael really liked this place. They lapsed into silence while that ate. Michael watched as she ate the whole thing including her salad. She was starved, Michael thought and this caused him to laugh. She gave him a queer look.

"Where are you putting it, little one?" He asked her.

She then realized that she had eaten all of her food. This surprised her because she usually didn't finish her meals. "It must be your influence. I don't normally eat this much," she told him and then a devilish thought came to her, "Or maybe it was last night and this morning. You really wore me out," she said with a wink.

At her innuendo, he smiled and his eyebrow when up, "Then my pet, I guess you better change your eating habits, because I will wear you out often."

She blushed and lowered her head. He always seemed to get the better of her. He always made her squirm. 

Seeing the affect he had made him smile. He loved it when she blushed. He knew it was time to change the subject so she would feel more comfortable again. "Okay I need to know, do you have a schoolgirl dress like the ones your sisters were wearing," he asked changing the subject.

Wondering why, she thought and remembered she had brought one, "Yes I have a black one like Stacy's. It has a shirt to go with it that looks like a schoolgirl shirt too; only it is a half shirt and shows a lot of my tits and cleavage. It also has stockings that come up to here," she pointed to a spot on her upper leg about five or six inches above her knee, "that have little black bows and black schoolgirl shoes with four inches heels on them. It is a set, but why may I ask."

"Because I am taking my slaves dancing at a club tomorrow night and that is how I want you three dressed," was all her would tell her.

Dancing she thought, was that normal for BDSM? Then she thought, I guess he can do what he wants. 

They had finished their meal and the waitress brought then the ticket and Michael looked at her and asked, "You ready to go?"

"Sure, I don't have anymore to eat so we might as well, " she joked with him.

"Hey, if you still want to eat, I'll get you more food," he joked back, "But if you get fat, I'll sell you. I don't like fat slaves."

She laughed, "Michael, your in luck, I have a high metabolism, so I won't get fat, but that same goes for you too. If you get fat, I'll sell myself to someone else. Now let's go"

"Cheeky wench, you can't sell yourself, so your stuck with me not matter what," he laughed and slapped her on the ass as she walked by and then go up and followed her to the register.

Once they had paid, Michael directed her to the car and let her in and then went around and got in himself. He started the car and pulled away from the diner. While he did this, Silk had reached over and turned on the radio. She then tuned it to a country station and turned in down low, just low enough to hear but not drowned out conversation.

"I really love music," she explained to Michael as she did this, "It's like a part of my soul I guess."

Knowing what she meant he smiled, "I know what you mean, I think I always have music on all day unless I just can't and then it's usually going through my head," then he added, "So you like country music."

"I like a lot of different kinds of music. Country just happens to be my favorite. Well that and hard rock. I really like the rock from the late eighties and early nineties, especially the videos."

So she did watch sleazy rock videos. Nice, thought Michael. He had watched them too in his younger years and the women from those videos had always turned him on. This was how he liked to see his slaves look and dress now. Silk would fit in just fine he thought.

"Where are we going now?" She asked interrupting his thoughts.

He gave her a big smile and then with a laugh he said, "Wal-Mart. I figured as late as it's getting we'll go there and them finish up tomorrow if there's time."

"Cool, I needed to go too. I have to get a few things."

They pulled into the parking lot and he shut the car off and got out and came around to her side. She was looking in her purse for her credit card so she could put it in her pocket so she could lock her purse in the car. She hated carrying it. 

She got out; he grabbed her in a hug and press her up against the car, "Now listen to me. We aren't going to have this money conversation again. I am telling you right now, I will buy you whatever I want. As your Master, I am ordering you not to tell me no and to let me do whatever I please."

Seeing that she couldn't really talk back, she just nodded her head yes. With her agreement, he kissed her. The kiss made her knees buckle and he had to hold her up. As they kissed, the world around ceased to exist. All that mattered was his mouth and what it was doing. Finally when she though she would just melt he ended the kiss. She leaned her forehead against his and remembered to breathe again.

"I've been wanting to do that all night," he said in a breathless voice.

Using his words from earlier she giggled, "I don't always kiss regular so if you want a kiss just say so, Master."

He lifted his head and looked in her eyes, "Is that so Minx, use my own words against me will you? For that no more kisses for you," he laughed.

She gave a whine and them pouted, "Please Master, just one more."

The pout was his undoing; he loved it when his slaves pouted. He usually never gave in but he liked to see them pout nonetheless. He slid his right hand to her face and lifted it to capture her mouth. The other hand found it's way under her shirt and was stroking her side and breast.

This kiss was even hotter than the last. This time she tangled her hands in his hair and pulled his mouth to hers. She couldn't get close enough. They would have remained kissing but someone yelled, "Get a room you two," and with that Michael ended the kiss.

"A little to scandalous for Wal-Mart Parking lot I guess. Come on, Let's go before they call security," he said in a voice not quite his own. He then led her to the entrance and in they went.

Inside he grabbed a cart and the when on into the store. Silk followed.

Once inside Michael made her go and pick up a double of everything she used on a daily basis. This included everything from shampoo and conditioner to her deodorant. At first she argued with him and he told her that it was to keep at his home so that when she spent the night she would have everything she needed so she wouldn't have to pack or worry about forgetting things. When she still argued, he told her that she had earned a spanking and that if she didn't follow his orders, he would just go to her home, make a list and come back and do this himself and spank her again. She gave in and did as asked.

Then in a moment of spite, she decided to take him up on his offer and she picked up a double of things she didn't really use daily. Things like her favorite laundry soap, bubble bath, bath salts and hand and body lotion. She even went to the bath center and picked up a big beach towel and than in bedding she picked up a pillow like the one she had at home for sleeping and a little pillow for the couch with a fleece throw for when she watched TV. She was acting silly and she knew it, but she told him she didn't want him to buy things for her like this. Since he wanted to use her submission to get his way she was going to act silly about it.

"I know your just being churlish about this so I won't stop you, but think about the consequences of your actions little one," he finally told her with a knowing look.

Secretly he was amused. He liked her attitude but her knew this wasn't proper for her to be allowed to act this way. He liked his slaves with spunk as long as they knew their place. She was quickly overstepping hers. He didn't care if she bought a double of everything in her apartment, but she was just picking up things just to be smart-ass. He decided that two could play at this game.

"Make you way to furniture and wait for me there, we need another cart. I just remembered I need another dresser," he told her as turn to walk away. "Oh and what size panties do you wear?"

"Panties, why," she stuttered.

He had reached his limit. Hating to be argued with or questioned he turned around, walked over to her and turned her around to face the cart, "Grab the cart and don't let go till I say so," he ordered. 

When she did as asked, he pulled up her skirt, exposing her backside to the cameras and pulled the back of her panties out and read the size. Next he slapped her bottom hard and then dropped her skirt and pulled her to his chest and hissed in her ear, "Stop arguing and fighting me, you won't win." He then let go and as he walked away, he said, "You can let go now."

She stood there for a moment and then remembered the cameras she whipped around and looked up. Damn him, there was a camera there. She was sure someone had seen what had just happened. At this she blushed and decided to move quickly.

As she made her way to furniture she thought about what he had said and knew she had earned it. She was fighting him on everything and for what, a sense of pride to be independent? She thought about this, she wasn't independent with Reed so why did she want to be with Michael? She wanted him to dominate her so why not every aspect of her life. She thought about this as she waited for him and finally gave into herself. She knew that to give him total control meant everything in her life and with that in mind, she promised herself that there would be no more arguing. She would do whatever he said. To be his slave after all, was what she wanted. This lifestyle and all that went with it. With that in mind she began to look for a dresser like he had said he needed. 

Finally he came back. She saw in his cart there were a bunch of things that she hadn't thought to pick up and some she wouldn't have thought of. One item was a reusable douche bag. Even thought she had resolved not to argue she had to ask.

Pointing to it she asked, "May I ask, what is that for?"

He began to tell her that he was slightly obsessed with cleanliness. He also told her that it was for her, explaining that he wanted her to use it often and told her of this small hose that attached to his tub faucet and told her she could use it for the same purpose. She smiled at this because she was actually the same way. She always cleaned herself really well after sex so that she would not develop a smell. She was slightly obsessed as he put it, also.




Learning the Lifestyle Ch. 05



In the cart she also noticed hair remover, women's shaving cream and a razor with a pack blades and the last of his stuff was a pile of women's panties in every color imaginable. She picked up a pair and saw that it was a thong. 

Seeing her curious look he explained, "Most slaves don't wear any panties. I happen to know that women don't like to go panty less under skirts so I am willing to compromise with a thong. Your ass is bare, but you're still covered. You will wear these from now on, understood."

"Yes Master," she replied without any hesitation. She could live with that, half her panties were thongs now.

"In time, if this works out between us, you will get rid of any kind of panties that are not thong, but don't worry, I don't expect that for a while," he told her.

She didn't say anything, but she thought to herself, oh, it will work out, I promise. She knew when she was at her apartment again she was going to throw out all her panties that were not thongs. This caused her to remember that she needed to pick up a couple bras and some pairs of stockings. She also needed ink for her printer. 

She waited while Michael selected a dresser that he liked and put it in the cart that he had just brought. When he was done she told him that she needed to go back to where he got the panties.

Figuring she was going to argue about something, he asked, "For what?"

"I need some new bras and a few pairs of stockings," she told him.

"Alright, let's go look, I like bras and stockings, " he said with a wink.

They went over and together they looked at bras. She thought with a smile that she really liked shopping like this with him. He really knew what looked good on women and didn't hesitate to tell her. She ended up buying six bras and he informed her that he would be paying for them. She didn't argue this time. Next they went to the hosiery isle and there she picked up some stockings, while she was looking Michael was too. He placed some really sexy ones in the cart, the kind with lines up the back and bows and stones on them. She asked if he thought she should wear them to school. He told her that she should and that he hoped she actually would. 

They finished in the underwear isle and she told him that she needed to go get ink for her printer to which he laughed and told her if she liked, she could pay for that but that he would not mind paying for it. 

She smiled and said, "Whatever pleases you Master."

They finally made it to the check out and Michael looked at his watch and saw that it was nearing midnight. He looked over at Silk and saw that she was starting to look tired. He knew that it was time to go home. He also decided that they would bring in the stuff tonight but that it would remain unpacked. They could put it all away tomorrow before the other girls came over.

They finished up and the register and went out to the car. The trunk was getting full so Michael opened the door and began setting stuff in the back seat. Finally the cart was empty and they were ready to go home. Off they went towards Michael's house.

"Wow, I am tired. I can't wait to get home and hit the hay," she told him in a tired voice.

"I know little one, but we still have to unload the car, shower and you have a punishment coming so don't fall asleep just yet," he told her noting the look on her face when he mentioned punishment. 

She had tried to keep her face normal but thought to herself, damn. She had hoped to get out of it. She wondered if he would tell her what the punishment if she asked, then decided that he wouldn't. She sat and thought on it and what it would consist of. She wondered if it was normal for a slave to dread punishment. Finally she came to the conclusion that dwelling on it was going to make it any easier. She decided to change the subject.

"So where are we going dancing at tonight?" She asked.

He had watched her deal with the thought of punishment and almost laughed out loud when she finally spoke and changed the subject. He knew she was dreading what was to come. Good, he thought.

"A club downtown called Angels. I know the owner, so I can always get in and with you three they wouldn't turn me down anyway," he told her.

"May I ask why you want to go dancing? Do you dance," She asked him.

He looked at her and saw that she was serious, "I like to watch women dance, especially sexy little sluty slaves. One of the perks of being the Dom," he told her with a wink, "And yes I do dance when I am so inclined."

"Cool," was all she said.

She wondered if the other two could dance. They probably could since they were built like cheerleaders. Silk couldn't wait to show Michael just how sexy and sluty she could dance. She had taken dirty dancing and salsa lessons and knew just about every dance step around. Michael would have a surprise coming to him tonight. 

They were pulling to the court where Michael lived and soon they were in his driveway. Michael looked to see if she had a look of dread and was pleased to note that she did not. She seemed lost in thought.

"Wake up, sleepy head," he said.

"I am awake," she said with a start. "Hey, we have to stop by my house in the morning so I can pick up that outfit you want me to wear dancing."

"Not a problem," he told her as he got out of the car and started grabbing bags from the back seat.

She came around and began to help him. He gave her the keys to the door and some bags to take in and told her to put them in the dining room. She went and got the open and put the bags where he had indicated. Next she went back out to get more bags. Finally all the bags where in and she sat in a chair at the table wondering what now.