5 comments/ 11480 views/ 3 favorites Trusting Him By: secretdrms Susan pulled into a parking space in front of the apartment building and checked the address again. Once she confirmed that she was in the right place, she shut down the engine and rested her head on the headrest summoning her strength for what lay ahead. A knot tugged at her gut and she pondered it's meaning. She did not fear him, he had taken his time building trust, and so what was it? Her mind scanned the possibilities until she hit on it...she feared disappointing him. She had read once that a good Dom did not need to overpower his sub; rather he knew how to bring his sub to him on her knees. Wasn't that exactly what had happened here? In the beginning, she wondered why he did not command her presence and take her, but as she learned more about the lifestyle, she saw the wisdom of his approach. He had taken his time getting to know her, demonstrating an interest in her life. Making her feel secure by his steady presence and his consistent message. She had begun to relax, trust his place in her life and to respond to his verbal cues. That he was in control and she was the submissive was evident from the beginning, but the level of control he exerted gradually increased. It was a subtle increase at first; she had barely noted it until he called her attention to it. But when her response to him was clearly evident, his control strengthened and her desire to submit only deepened as a result. Her desire for this connection had continued to deepen until she thought she would be unable to contain it, and it was his command of the relationship that controlled the timing and circumstances of their first session. She was anticipating this session with a mixture of emotions that brought her to a state of continual arousal that had been present for several days now. She should go in now, she thought, but looking at her watch she realized that she had a few minutes more. Her makeup was simple and minimal at his request. She did not need it, she realized as she surveyed the flush of excitement that colored her cheeks. "Who was this man she was coming to meet?" she asked herself, reflecting upon the things she had learned of him. "Patient," she thought. He had taken his time and had sought to be sure of her, her response and her character. Reserved, he did not readily display his emotions or openly show affection, but she had learned to read him anyway. He was solid, although a bit quick with his temper, as many Dom's are. He was kind. He did not give false praise or tell untruths for the sake of another's feelings, but neither did he say hurtful things even when they were true. When he was pleased, Susan knew that he spoke the truth. She wanted to please him and when she did it created the warmth of joy within her. So to, when he was displeased, he would state it clearly, and it would hurt her. His displeasure would inevitably create a crisis within her, which he was quick to note and smooth over, accepting her apology without delay and moving on. Reliable, she realized, almost belatedly. She had come to depend on him. He did not withhold regular contact with her, despite his personal feelings and circumstances. She knew she could count on his continued presence. She also knew that their established boundaries would be honored. Her mind wandered, thinking of the day she might be offered and agree to wear his collar. "Whoa girl," she cautioned herself, willing her mind to focus on the here and now. She drew a deep breath and the slowly released it, letting go of her emotions and leaving herself open to experience whatever he might have planned. "It was time," she thought. She opened the door and stepped out, surveying her appearance for the last time. The skirt was simple, her usual professional style with her blouse neatly tucked into the waistband. The buttons were loose revealing the top of her rather rounded breasts, her bra pushing them upward until they cascaded beyond the edges of her blouse providing a view of their movement as she made her way to the door. Had he been looking, he would have seen her nervously biting her lip, but she checked her body language before knocking lightly on the door. She listened for movement and when she heard it she took a last deep breath and released it slowly allowing her tension to drain away with the exhalation of air. His gaze immediately took in her appearance. She smiled confidently, betraying none of the emotion she was feeling, a fact he noticed as he searched her face. He did not break eye contact but instead drew her eyes to his as he spoke. "Hello, I am glad you came." He paused before continuing, "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked. Susan nodded her assent and then waited. His movement masked his sharp intake of breath, as he closed the door behind her. She moved aside nervously, not sure of what to do, but before she could speak another word he wheeled around and grasped her firmly to his chest. His eyes blazed with an intensity she had not yet seen and she physically weakened in his grasp. "Your response is..." he trailed off. " Yes, Sir," she responded with a squeak. "That is your response tonight whenever I ask a question and if you do not answer properly, you will be punished. Understood?" "Yes, Sir," she managed to choke out as her mind searched out her body assessing her response and noting her heightened arousal. "Very good," he stated simply, releasing her from his grip. He reached down and took her hand, leading her into the main room. It was a moderately sized room, which appeared to have been cleared of clutter, making it feel more spacious than it was. He had taken his time to set appropriate lighting, not to harsh and not too dark. She realized that his plans included this room and she looked about trying to obtain a hint of what was to come. She set her handbag down and then, at his direction, knelt at the side of a large wingback chair. This was their first session and it seemed that she understood little of what was expected of her. He stood looking down at her, correcting her posture until she was quite sure she looked ridiculous. He seemed pleased, nonetheless, and left her there for a few moments while he rummaged around what must have been a kitchen by the sounds emanating from it. He returned moments later and gave no explanation for his disappearance. "Stand up and come here," he commanded in a voice that left no room for discussion. She obeyed, rising as gracefully as possible. Susan stood next to him and lowered her eyes in an effort to escape the intensity of his gaze. He sensed her effort to escape, and firmly grasped her chin and forcing her eyes to his. "Remove your blouse and skirt," he ordered. Susan's fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse almost involuntarily, but her hands began to shake. Noting her discomfort, he reached out, gently running both hands up through her hair until his fingers were entwined in her locks. He pulled her gently to him and brought his mouth down to cover hers. He kissed her slowly and deeply at first, but soon enough the intensity increased. She responded with an intensity that matched his and she leaned into his muscular frame, her last reserves of doubt vanishing along with her will to resist. His lips continued their assault on hers, unrelenting. The grip on her hair purposeful, as it slowly directed her head back, exposing her neck. Then suddenly, he pulled away to speak, his voice revealing a huskiness that was new to her. "I need you to submit to me and trust me. We both want this so just relax." His words, spoken like a request, giving her the responsibility for her own choice, disarmed her and she responded by laying her cheek on his hand, which curved to gently cup her face. Her eyes took on the glazed expression of desire. He released her hair and used his fingers to trace her features, his fingers feeling the curves, rises and depressions that made her who she was. His fingers pressed apart her lips and she closed her eyes. She sensed that her hands had found their way to his chest and she touched him, exploring his chest as he explored her mouth. She felt his heart rate quicken just before he broke contact. He stepped back abruptly and waited while she composed herself. Nodding toward her blouse, he added, "You may continue," as he settled into the wingback to observe. Her fingers worked deftly, there was no shaking this time. She wanted to do this for him. Once the blouse was unbuttoned, she slid it off her shoulders, allowing it to drop into her hands. She folded it neatly and set it on the end table. She was wearing his favorite color, of course, and she checked his expression for approval. That expression was unreadable and her fear of disappointing him crept back into her mind. Resolutely she pushed the fear aside and continued to the skirt. The zipper in the back was easy enough to lower in a graceful manner, but removing the skirt was more challenging. She elected to drop one side and hold on as she stepped out. She then held it in from of her while she folded it and set it with the blouse. This was the part she most feared, and she lowered her hands to her side, visibly forcing her hands to relax open, rather then hang clenched at her sides. She waited for his command, but received instead his correction. She resumed her place on her knees at his signal and listened as he raised a few points she thought he had chosen not to address. She should have known that he would not have let it slip, that he would save it for a time when they were together. They were minor things, but he was right, she needed to feel his control and little things that got by, undermined her respect for him. He would not let anything slip. It seemed she need not worry about disappointing him, she already had. His disapproval, though minor, fueled her desire for restoration, to experience his pleasure instead. When he was finished, he rose and stood over her. She kept her head lowered and waited. "Forgive me, please. I will not disappoint you again," she managed. "Yes, you will disappoint me, but as long as you continue to try, I will as well," he stated simply. Then paused, "Give me your hand," he commanded. Susan complied, raising her right hand and placing it into his. He encircled her wrist with a rope he had obviously prepared, leaving Susan to wonder where it had come from since she had not seen it earlier. This was the first time she had been bound by him and she felt her tension level rising. She took long slow breaths to bring her panic under control. He noted her response and whispered, "Trust me, you are safe. Enjoy the experience, let go for me." He moved behind her and touched her arm seeking the left hand. She nodded, as she passed her left hand behind her back, suddenly feeling helpless but equally sure of herself...such an interesting combination of emotions. When she was secure, he returned to the chair, seating himself on the edge. He reached down and pulled her breasts from the bra, using the material as a shelf, which kept her in place, erect and pushed forward, begging for his attention. "You want me to touch them, don't you?" he asked. "Yes, Sir," she replied. "Say it," he commanded. " Please, Sir. Play with my tits, make them Yours," Susan's desire for his touch surged with her words...it was as if speaking them made it so. He ran his hands over them, gently at first then more firmly. He alternated pinching and releasing her very hard nipples. She moaned from the attention. Her tits were sensitive and often the source of waves of arousal that stimulated her nerve endings everywhere. "Tell me you like that," he demanded. "I do, Sir. I like that very much," she managed through moans of pleasure. "Please don't stop." "I will do as I please, won't I?" he asked. "Yes, Sir," she replied breathlessly, her head rolling back as she gave herself to the waves of pleasure he generated with his touch. The variation in intensity was both unpredictable and exquisite. "I'm going to have you suck my cock, then I am going to spank you, tie you down, tease you and fuck you, understood?" he stated in a calm voice. "Yes, Sir, I understand," she replied, as he tugged at her nipple. She wanted to have him now and she noted that she was wet in preparation. He continued until she began to lose her balance and then abruptly stopped, reaching out to steady her with a quick motion. He stood in front of her, "You know what to do," he stated. She did, of course, and began to undo his belt buckle. It was challenging to work his clothing with only her teeth and she soon sat back in frustration. "I need your help, Sir," she whispered. He reached down and completed the work she had begun. Moments later, she found herself staring at his firm, thick cock. A smile tugged at the sides of her mouth, as she realized that she aroused him. The knowledge of his arousal brought her pleasure, it heightened her desire to submit to him. She so wanted to please him. Her lips brushed the tip...once, twice, and a third time...then she parted them allowing the tip to penetrate her mouth, touching the end with her tongue. She twirled her tongue around the end of his cock, feeling it harden still further in response to her effort. Susan ran her tongue the length of his shaft, moistening the surface, her tongue traveling from side to side as she worked her way back out. Then she took him into her mouth and attempted to swallow him as she pressed toward the base. Pulling back she again explored the indentations and variations with her tongue. His hands wound their way into her hair and she felt his control applied as he brought her to him. His shaft penetrated her throat and she found that she could take him wholly while the pressure was applied. Her eyes searched out his while he grasped her firmly and held her head steady. His cock moved in and out of her mouth as it would her pussy and she noticed that he watched the action closely. Susan relaxed and enjoyed the experience, enjoyed the connection that she was aware forged a kind of bond between a Dom and a sub. She sucked his cock as it moved into and out of her mouth. Occasionally, he would pull out and hover outside her lips; he would pause to regain control, delaying his release. She held her mouth open in readiness to receive him again. Sometime later she realized, she had lost her sense of time, she had been consumed by this connection, when he had let go and moved back from her. He reached down and assisted her to her feet, pausing a moment while she stretched her muscles. When she seemed recovered, he guided her around to the back of the sofa. "I am going to spank you now," he stated simply. "I want you to feel my power over you. Do not ask me to stop or I will continue much longer that I intend at this moment, understand?" "Yes, Sir," she managed through her rising anxiety. This time, however, he did not pause to kiss her tenderly. Instead, he reached around the nearby kitchen doorframe and brought forth several implements. That must have been what he was doing earlier, she thought. "You get to experience several flavors this evening," he said, drawing obvious satisfaction at her widening eyes. He pressed her forward. Her face rested in the cushions and she turned her head sideways so that she could breath. Her hips rested on the cushioned sofa leaving her feet touching the floor. He removed her panties and spread her legs apart until only her toes held her position. She had never felt so vulnerable in her life. Susan was unable to see which implement he has chosen to begin with, but by the feel, she thought it might be his hand. It was surprisingly gentle and she was relieved. If this is what he meant by spanking, she would be fine. She soon learned, however, that he was just warming the area and that what he intended was considerably more intense. He alternated sides and location with a rhythm that was unpredictable. The intensity varied with each stroke and he would wait to strike until she was not expecting it. She could not sense his pattern. When she was certain she could not take anymore and would have to beg for him to stop, she found that he had sensed her limit and paused. His hand reached between her legs and brushed her clit. She found the stimulation intense and the sensation of her throbbing buttocks heightened her pleasure. She moaned as he continued, but did not move in spite of her intense desire to press against his hand. His fingers sought out her opening, checking for her state of arousal. She was wet, very wet and he seemed pleased, "Ah, you like getting spanked, don't you?" "Yes, Sir," she moaned. He pulled away from her pussy and she could hear him selecting an implement. She gasped at the sting as it came down across her thighs, a flogger, most likely. He proceeded to administer another round on her already tender backside. Susan was sure she could take no more, but bit her lip. She could not imagine doubling the length of what he planned on delivering; her limits would be strained as it was. Again, he stopped and proceeded to caress her pussy, noting how with each set of strokes her arousal heightened. There were two more implements, a riding crop and a paddle, and after each round he played with her pussy, bringing her to the edge of orgasm and then stopping. Susan began to weaken, her emotion flooding her voice as she responded to his touch. He heard her frustration, her desire, her pain....and smiled. She was his now. He walked around the sofa slowly and lowered his face to hers, drawing eye contact. Her strained expression finding no mercy in his resolve. "Susan, you select the last implement. If you please me, I will allow you to cum when I have finished," he explained. "Your hand, Sir," she sobbed, struggling unsuccessfully to contain the emotion. His hand brushed her hair, moving it to the side. He turned her head so that her facial expressions were visible from his vantage point around the sofa. Then he rose and returned to his place. From the first stroke, she knew that this round was different. His one hand stimulated her clit while the other landed with punishing intensity. She was overcome by her arousal and the sting of his hand drove her to the edge quickly. He seemed to know it every time and eased off before she could complete. "Please, Sir, let me cum," she begged. "Are you asking me to stop?" he asked, bringing his hand down hard on her ass. "No, Sir," she stated quickly betraying her panic. "Very good," he stated. "You may cum now," he added as he pressed against her clit and slid a finger deep into her. Susan felt herself let go at his command. The muscles in her pussy clenched down on his finger and she released a long deep moan from the back of her throat. The muscles contracted in an intense wave that traveled outward and down to her toes. She was beyond reason; she could only experience the sensation. When she completed, she rested where she was, eyes closed, spent. He observed her a moment, while gently soothing her reddened buttocks and then pulled her still secured hands until she arose from the cushion. She was unsteady and leaned against his hard frame, drawing from his strength. He held her waist and allowed her to regain her composure. "You did well," his voice reassured her. Once she was able, he backed away and released her hands from their bonds. He rubbed her wrists gently and then asked her how she was doing. Susan informed him that she was fine...and, she was, she realized. The physical sensation had blended with her desire to submit to him, she had ridden waves of pleasure and given herself to the pain...lost to any reason and she knew she wanted more. Trusting Him "Good girl. Follow me," he ordered, and then winked, before taking her hand and leading her further into the dwelling. They entered the main bedroom and she took note of the setup. He had obviously planned their time together with great attention to detail. He led her to the middle of the room, turned and looked directly at her. She leveled her gaze and matched his intensity. She was sure of herself now; she wanted whatever was coming next. "Make me cum," he commanded. Susan lowered herself to he knees and removed his pants. He stepped out of them, kicking them to the side as she began to use her hands. She began at the top of his feet and worked her way up his inner thighs, massaging the tender insides as she traveled upwards. Her hands cupped his balls and tugged slightly as her mouth, once again, began to tease his erection. She heard his response, involuntary, she thought. She had found a sensitive spot and used it to her advantage. She had control at the moment and was enjoying it. Her fingers slid backward seeking out his secrets. She pressed against his ass and found that he responded, intensely it seemed, as she noted the goose bumps across his buttocks and the way his head rolled back. Susan was enjoying herself and she set out to bring him to completion, stroking him as she took him in her mouth. She could feel him harden still further in response and the fluid that seeped from the tip notified her that she had him close. Suddenly, his hands grabbed hers and he pulled away. The abrupt separation caused her to pitch forward, but his hands held her up. "Get on the bed," he ordered with not thought for how he sounded or how she would take it. He indicated that she was to lie across the bed on her back and she moved to comply. He was regaining his composure and as he began to work on securing her limbs, she was reassured that his self-control was in tact. He tied her ankles to the bedposts at the head and foot of the bed, taking his time and stretching her until she could accommodate the position he was seeking. This spread her widely forcing her head to dangle slightly from the other side. When he finished her ankles, he began the same process with her wrists. He took his time, allowing the vulnerability she was experiencing to come to the forefront of her mind. Whatever illusion of control she had earlier had vanished entirely. Susan steadied her mind as he made the knots. Each new limb secured, allowed her to experience the feeling of submission a bit more. There was a freedom in losing control and her heart and mind released her burdens, allowing the feeling of surrender. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his firm grip and the cut of the rope that captured her tender flesh. When he had finished, he stood over her and just observed. She waited for his movement, but none came. He just stood, taking in the sight. Susan's vulnerability teetered on the edge of panic as a note of fear entered her mind. What was he thinking? She tugged at her bonds and realized that there was absolutely nothing she could do. Her eyes widened as she sought his face for a sign, any hint as to what he was thinking. He finally rewarded her with a wink and a grin. He was enjoying her helplessness. Then, he turned and left the room. She was shocked! He had left her! She called out, begging for him to stay with her. Moments later, he returned and stood over her once again. "I would not leave you like this," he reassured her. "I needed something." Susan breathed a sigh of relief, making no protest as he bent over to caress her breasts. She allowed her head to fall back as he began to pinch and tug at her nipples. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt the sensation increase and she realized what he had gone after, clothes pins...on her nipples. It was an intense feeling and it caused her to moan and move her hips. There was no escape. He had her where he wanted, now he moved to resume what she had started. This time her fingers could control nothing. He could simply enjoy her mouth at his leisure, and he did for sometime. The position of her head opened her throat and she was able to take the full length of his shaft. He challenged her repeatedly with his cock, blocking her airway and forcing her to control her breathing so that she could handle him. This was difficult as the sensation applied to he nipples caused her to gasp and breath in short bursts in an effort to tolerate the sensation. She could feel his arousal peaking again and she took a deep breath expecting his release in her throat, however, he pulled out and emptied on her chest. The warmth of his cum added to the sensation of the clamps, causing her to experience a peak of her own. They both paused to catch their breath, he recovering a bit sooner than she. He moved out of her sight and she called out again, asking for the clamps to be removed. "For that, you shall have them a bit longer," he informed her as he placed a chair beside the bed. He seated himself, and then leaned forward, playing with her exposed and shaved pussy. She was at his mercy and he seemed to love every minute. She was ready for him to fuck her and she told him so. He just laughed in a mischievous sort of way that left her wondering what the secret was that she had been in the dark about. When he pulled out the vibrator, she knew that there was much more to this. "I am going to enjoy making you cum and watching," he informed her as the vibrator began exploring her pussy. He began by running it up and down the length of her. The musky smell of her arousal pervaded the room and he sniffed the air, commenting on how much she obviously wanted this. It was beyond her any longer to respond verbally; she merely nodded her head between moans. It was not long before he began to pay careful attention to her clit and the first peak of orgasm began to mount. He noted the increasing tension in her muscles and ordered her to wait. He afforded her no relief, however, from the sensation of the instrument and it took everything she had to force her muscles to relax. She succeeded at holding off briefly, but moments later, found herself begging to release. " Please, Sir. I need to cum. Please, let me cum," she pleaded near tears. He reached up and released the nipple clamps. "You may cum now," he stated as the blood rushed back to her nipples. The pain removed any vestige of self-control and she released as she cried out. The spasms consumed her and the last of her moans caught in her throat. Susan was overcome and she could do nothing but give herself to the events. She wanted her Dom to use her for his pleasure. She longed to be taken completely; to become his. The endorphin release removed the pain she had been feeling and she found that she could tolerate much more. The flogger he had used earlier was reintroduced and it found its way to every place on her body. He was rhythmic this time and she closed her eyes so that she could simply connect with the flow. What sounds she was making she was no longer aware of. He reapplied the vibrator and started the process of bringing her back to the edge. This time he did not order her to stop, instead he allowed her to ride the wave to the shore. She came repeatedly losing count for the intensity of it. She was still riding the aftershock when she felt his hands on her hips. He pulled her down toward the edge of the bed, stretching her widely. His cock poised for her pussy. With a single stroke, he claimed her and she cried out for the relief of it. She was finally filled with what she had longed for all evening. She wanted no gentleness, no delay and he sensed her need. He did not want to finish quickly, so he began a series of well-paced but deep and intense strokes, satisfying both of their needs. The size of his cock and the strength of his presence made her feel full, complete and she reveled in it. How long he continued she could not say. She cared about nothing except for the consuming presence of his cock inside her. She wished for it to never end...this feeling of belonging was something she could live in. It did end, nevertheless, in an explosive orgasm shared by them both. He collapsed over her and moved to the side as soon as he was able. They lay side by side saying nothing and she was moved to tears for the feeling of loss as he pulled out of her. Had she been able to move, she would not have. She could not continue past this spot without help. Susan felt his hand on her cheek and he began to speak to her softly, telling her how pleased he was. Slowly he released her from her bindings, and he massaged each limb, checking to ensure she was unhurt. She could not sit up, the emotion still too intense, so he returned to the place beside her, that he had vacated moments earlier. His arms encircled her and pulled her into his embrace, her head rested against his chest. She could say nothing, so he spoke words of reassurance, reorienting her to reality. At last, Susan regained her composure and tilted her head to kiss him. He was quick to note her availability and brought his mouth down to cover hers. Pulling apart sometime later, Susan asked, "This is just the beginning?" "Yes," he replied. "I have plans for you. You know that you belong to me now, don't you?" "Yes, Sir," she replied, reflecting on the trip he had just taken her on. She wanted more...much, much more. It had really been worth it...trusting him.