0 comments/ 65520 views/ 5 favorites Learning to Dance By: Eros Guru My husband, James, recently submitted a story about our first home and the spectacular threesome we shared with our Realtor and friend, Amanda. That was one of the most erotic, most memorable nights of my life, and I think James did a great job retelling the events that took place. But while reading the story, I noticed one very minor mistake, one he didn't know he was making. While my husband watched me kiss Amanda's sweet thighs and lick her wet lips, he was thinking I was being with a woman for the first time. What my husband doesn't know is that it wasn't the first time I shared a kiss with another female. (It was, however, the first time I shared a sexual moment with Amanda, and I must admit, her soft lips, her gentle touch, and oh God, her lovely pussy, are almost sinful, the works of incredible dreams and fantasies that I've imagined many times when alone at night.) In fact, that special night would probably never have happened if it weren't for my prior experiences with other women. You see, I was pretty shy growing up, and I never really felt comfortable around boys. In high school, Amanda always told me guys found me attractive. She tried to tell me that my "subtle curves and tight body" made the guys stare, and that my "silky brown hair and clear blue eyes" made the other girls jealous. But I didn't buy it and stayed in my shell while Amanda went on dates and learned the joys that can only be shared with a man. So when I moved to the dorms in college (Colorado State University for those that are interested), I was still shy, still a virgin, and definitely still nervous around men. But I was lucky enough to have a roommate that would help change all that. Her name was Samantha, or Sam for short. She was from Georgia and had the cutest southern accent that everyone adored. Being a Southern Belle, she wasn't used to the cold, but at the same time, she couldn't accept having her legs covered; that's why she was constantly wearing a huge sweatshirt and tattered jean-shorts, a combination that was somehow comfortable and sexy at the same time. Although she looked cute in her outfit, it didn't really do her body justice because the big sweatshirt all but hid her essentials. Not that her chest was so much bigger than mine (I remember her as a 34C, while I'm a 34B), but she definitely had a better body. At least I felt she did. Sometimes I watched her dress, wishing I had that firm stomach and those rounded breasts. And I always tried to imitate her diet and her workout routine. But she kept saying, "Anna, working out and not eating isn't going to give you bigger tits." But larger boobs wasn't all that she had on me. She was outgoing, and I was jealous. She always grabbed the guys' attention and was asked out continually. She knew I wanted to go out more, and she said I'd have no problem picking up guys if I just opened up a little. Lighten up. One day, when she saw a lecture wouldn't work, she took the matter into her own hands and set me up with a her friend, Brian, a Sophomore I had met once earlier in the year, one that I had mentioned to Sam as being incredibly cute. As the date grew closer, I admitted to Sam that I was nervous. I didn't know how to dance, and that's what we were planning on doing. And what if he tried to kiss me afterward? Or invited me to his place? I was a wreck. So the night before the date, my savior once again stepped in. "You're driving me crazy, Anna," she said as she crawled into bed. "You'll be fine." "But what do I do? I don't know how to dance," I said, pacing around in my nightie. "Fine," she said, getting back out of bed, slipping on socks, and pulling a sweatshirt over her head. "I'll show you how to dance, will that make you happy?" I just smiled as she moved to the stereo and put on a mix of slow songs. She stepped closer and told me she would be Brian and that I should just follow her lead. For the first few songs, I just giggled, nervous even with my friend. "Okay, this isn't working. Let's try a little different style." With that, she grabbed my hands and put them around her neck, then she placed her arms around my waist, holding me gently. "Just sway and move your feet slowly, turning to the music." Being closer to her helped ease the giggles, and soon I was letting myself go with the music. "That's better," she said. "Nothing to it." When the next song started, instead of stopping, my roommate pulled me closer to her, and we snuggled as we danced. I moved my arms to fit around her side, and we tightened up even more when I lay my head on her shoulder. "This is nice," I said. It was relaxing. I was being carried away by the music, letting Sam take me away from my worries about the coming date with Brian. Although I didn't really know it at the time, something other then the music and the gentle swaying was putting me at ease. Being in Sam's arms had a calming effect. Her hair smelled of wild strawberries. I felt a churning inside, as if butterflies were fluttering in my stomach, and I had the sudden urge to kiss Sam's neck. "See, it feels nice, doesn't it?" she asked. "Yes it does," I whispered. That's when Sam's hands began to move slowly up and down my back. Her touch sent waves of sensations over my skin and those butterflies went crazy. I titled my head, my lips now inches from her neck, and I breathed in, basking in the slight aroma of perfume and strawberries. That's when her hands reached down and grabbed my ass. Stunned, I pulled away from her. "What the hell was that?" She looked at me and laughed. "Well, what are you going to do if Brian does that?" She must have seen some hurt in my eyes because she said, "Sorry, Anna, I didn't mean anything by it. I just wanted to see what you'd do. Never know what he might do on the dance floor." "If he does that, I'll smack him," I said. "Why? You were having fun, right?" She moved closer and pulled me to her. We started moving together again. "You liked the way my hands felt, right?" I admitted that I did. "Well," she continued, her hands now roaming over my back again. "His will feel good, too. You should let his hands wander. Enjoy his touch." Her hands began to caress my back again, but this time, when they moved down to gently grab my ass, I didn't pull away. Instead, I let her arms pull me up a bit. I squeezed back, pulling her closer still and letting my mouth rest easy on the nape of her neck. Her mouth moved to my ear, and the rush of her breath sent chills down my spine. "What if he wants to kiss you?" she asked in a whisper. I slowly moved my head up to look her in the eye, my lips brushing ever so gently across her chin. "That makes me nervous," I admitted. "Don't be," she said, staring into my eyes, as if studying my inner thoughts and trying to give me strength with just her look. "It's easy." She then took my chin in her hand and raised my head. My heart raced, beating faster then I thought possible. I thought it would explode in my chest. And then it all but stopped when she bent forward and put her lips to mine. It was so brief, yet it felt like an eternity. But that's the way I wanted it. I wanted it to last forever. It didn't. Instead, she pulled back from the kiss a mere second after it began, her lips lightly pulling on my lower lip as she retreated. "Not bad," she said, smiling. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, but that's all I could do. My mind was racing in pace with my pounding heart. The thoughts I was having, the feelings in my stomach and those from even lower, what did they mean? All I did know in that instant was that I wanted that feeling again. And I wanted more. I closed my eyes and we kissed again. This time, our lips parted, allowing our tongues to meet. Sam was very gentle, kissing me softly and letting the kiss go where it would instead of forcing it. Our tongues flicked over one another lightly, as our lips moved ever so slightly across each other. Then she relinquished the kiss and moved over my cheek to my ear, where she planted one little kiss and a tickle of her tongue before she moved down to kiss and suck my neck. My knees nearly gave out then, but I stood my ground as my legs quivered. I felt a warmth spread between my legs as my pussy became wet from the excitement. All that from just her lips and tongue. When her hands slid under my nightie and began to caress my ass, skin to skin, I gasped and nearly fell to my knees. Feeling this, Sam guided me to her bed. I sat on the edge and she slipped my pajamas over my head. I sat there, naked, gasping for air, looking down on my roommate with a passion that has yet to be equaled. "I never thought I'd be touching your wonderful body, Anna. It's intoxicating," she smiled at me, but all I could do was let out another breath. She then took off her sweatshirt and knelt before me, bare as I was except for her socks. She stretched out and kissed me again, her hands moving to my breasts. Her fingers gently flicked over my nipples, bringing them to a hardness I hadn't expected. But when she sucked them into her mouth, they grew even more solid, and I couldn't help reaching out to grab the back of her head and running my fingers through her hair. "The guys are going to love you," she whispered, moving down to my stomach. She lay tiny kiss after tiny kiss all over my belly and hips before slowly pushing me onto my back. My legs still hanging over the side of the bed, she pushed against my thighs, opening me wide. Her hands massaged my thighs deeply, as her mouth sucked the soft skin there. As if on reflex, my hands moved to my crotch, and I began to rub my fingers over my pussy. "That's for me to do, my dear," she said, moving my hands out of her way. The first swipe of her tongue about killed us both. I reacted by clamping my thighs together with enough force to make her gasp. But for me, I felt every nerve in my body explode with delight. This was indeed heaven. "Easy, Anna," she said with a giggle. This time she kept her hands on my thighs as she bent forward. Her mouth moved over my lips, taking them each into her mouth. Then her tongue entered me, slowly at first, but as she went deeper, her flicks became faster. My hips began to thrust in and out as we found a rhythm. I was near the brink. I wanted to stop; I wanted to continue. My body tensed, scared of what was to come next. "Relax," Sam said. "Let it come naturally." As if on cue, her tongue found my clit and I exploded. Waves reverberated through my body, over my skin. The smell of sex was in the air, and I could hear her tongue and lips lap up warm, wet cum that flowed in my pussy. I took a deep breath and arched my back, peering down at her. She smiled and said, "Yep, the guys are going to love you. Especially if you cum so quickly all the time." I wanted her so bad right then. I beckoned her to me. She moved up and we cuddled, kissing passionately, her lips giving me my first taste of a woman. But I wanted to taste her, not me, so I kissed and sucked my way over her body, finding her center. "Slow down," she said, "It's not a race." Then I was between her legs, loving the smell and the taste. It was sweet, yet tangy. And very subtle. I loved it. "Tell me what to do," I said. And she did. That night and for many nights to come. The date with Brian the next night was okay, but nothing came of it. Most likely because I wanted to rush home to be with Sam. We eventually began to share the same bed. After that, we shared men. That semester, she not only taught me how to love a woman, she used dildos to show me how to please a man. She showed me how to fuck, and just as importantly, how to be fucked. Without her, I would not have experienced any of the sexuality I love today. When we moved out of the dorms, we both knew our time together was over. But although she may no longer be in my bed, Sam will always be in my heart, and in my fantasies. Learning to Dance Dance Lessons It was a set up from the beginning. I had signed my daughter up for dance lessons for two reasons. First, she seemed to want to, and second, Erin, the studio owner was very direct in her approach, practically telling me to do so. Throw in the fact that the instructor was a hot young coed student of mine and the fact that Erin herself was damn nice to look at and I figured what the heck. As I look back I realize they had me then, and boy do they have me now. The second or third lesson was when Erin made the move. She asked if she could speak to me for a second. Amber, the instructor joined her, while another instructor entertained the kids. We ducked back into Erin's private office and as we entered she told me to sit down. She said she would only say this once, and my decision needed to be final. Then she spoke. "Amber and I have an expanded relationship with some of the dads that have kids here. And we are inviting you to become part of that. I have evaluated you and Amber concurs: you are a submissive and we want to take control of you. So my question to you is this: will you submit to us. Think for one minute and give us your definitive answer. If it is yes, then you start to serve at that instant. If it is no, then we all go back to the studio and this never happened and will never be discussed again." I sat stunned for a moment. I came close to storming out. But I was also stunned because I was immediately aroused. My logical side was just about to win out when Amber, bent over in front of me and said, "I am going to enjoy owning my very own college professor." That sent me thru the roof. Without intending to speak the words I said "I will submit". Slap. Amber's hand came hard across my face. "Not a word" she told me as my cheek grew red from her assault. "I can do that all I wish and you will enjoy it, correct?" Yes, I stammered. Slap. This one was much harder. "That is yes Mistress Amber" I corrected myself and avoided a third slap. Amber began to explain to me that while she had full power over me, I truly belonged to Erin. She continued explaining that Erin actually owned her and that I would be Erin's first and foremost. At that point Erin spoke. "I have a room in the back that you will become very familiar with. Your training will begin Sat. morning at 10am. You come here and go directly to that room and I will release you by 4pm. Tell your wife anything you can get away with, but do not be late and do not expect me to release you early." "In the meantime strip naked immediately." Things were happening so fast that I was a bit frazzled. This translated to being slow, too slow. Erin grabbed me by the hair and spoke to me firmly. "You do not hesitate when I give you a command. You simply comply. I will teach you about punishment very soon and this little disobedience has just earned you a harsh first lesson." "I understand Mistress Erin." I quickly disrobed. She went to a drawer and pulled out my first training tool. It was a male chastity belt with a large anal plug on one end and a penis cage & lock on the other. She explained that between then and Saturday I was to wear it at all times with the exception of when I needed to take a dump. She fit the device to me and then inserted the anal plug deep inside me. It was 6 inches long and almost 2 inches in diameter, but its truly special feature was it was also a vibrator. And it worked remotely. "Amber will have the remote and she will be fucking with you while you teach your class." Amber walked up and flipped a switch on her control, a gentle vibration started in my ass. Then she pushed a dial and gentle was replaced by vigorous. It was not painful, no, the problem was it was very pleasurable and this caused me to focus on that pleasure and get a hard-on. That would be trouble teaching in front of 300 students. She knew it too and just laughed as she turned it off. Erin continued by clamping my penis into the chastity device on the front. Since I was mostly hard from the situation she started by pouring a cold glass of water on my privates. Then without worrying about being gentle she forced my helpless dick into this small plastic device and then used a couple of rubber rings to partition and constrain my balls. Lastly, she cinched everything uncomfortably tight and then pulled out a small lock. She handed it to me and made me lock myself and hand her the key. "I will release you on Sat. If you need to take a shit, you can remove the plug by detaching it from the harness. But it needs to be returned to your ass as soon as you are done. The chastity device allows you to pee, but plan on sitting down. It will not allow you an erection. From now on those will be only allowed with my direct permission. You will wear this without question or complaint, understood?" "Yes Mistress Erin." "Now before you leave, drop to your knees. I want you to understand that you are no longer a man; you are simply a male body available for my pleasure and amusement. And I find humiliation very amusing". A man came into the room, a very well built man and as I was soon to find out, equally well hung. "This is Jason, he is my friend and he is about to be the first dick you have ever sucked. Repeat after me: 'I am a cocksucking she-male who desires only to serve you.'" My voice was shaking, but I said it. Jason approached and Amber freed him from his pants and got him aroused. From the playful way they interacted, it was obvious that Jason had carnal knowledge of Amber, and that I was about to have carnal knowledge of Jason. Amber came over and said "I know you would like to fuck me, but only real men get that chance, so instead you are going to pleasure this man on my behalf. Suck his cock, make him cum and swallow it." I began immediately and didn't really get a chance to ease my way into it. Jason grabbed my head and basically face fucked me. Amber encouraged him and Erin just sat back and enjoyed the show. Soon his cock exploded in my mouth and he pumped his cum down my throat and into my mouth. He pulled out and pumped the final few shots onto my face. Amber came over and asked me if I had anything to say. I replied "Thank you Jason for allowing me to pleasure you." Amber laughed and said "now you are getting the hang of it." Class the next day was brutal. My vibrating plug was masterfully controlled by Amber. She slid the dial up and down and even cut me off completely. I found that when she wanted me to make eye contact she would shut it off and I would look over at her. It became a way for her to have me beg to turn it back on even though I said nothing. She also has a nasty surprise for me. The vibrator also was capable of giving me a quick shock. She did it the first time as I was talking to a hot young student before class. Suddenly the vibration started and then wham, a shock hit me. I moved spastically and my voice cracked. I tried to continue with the student as if nothing happened, but I am sure she thought I was psycho. I saw Amber laughing with her friend Nicole. I am sure she was laughing at me. After class Amber & Nicole came to my office hours. Amber sat down and put the control onto my desk. Nicole shut my office door and said "Amber has been showing me that she owns you. So we thought we would come up here and really mess with you." Nicole proceeded to lean over me in my chair, tempting me with her awesome breasts. She reached back and grabbed the control and turned it on. She started hitting me with the shock. I was squirming, but silent. She rubbed my crotch then shocked me. She asked "do you want to fuck me?" I said "Yes". That earned a series of shocks. "Too bad you are not man enough." Amber interrupted and explained that Nicole also belonged to Erin, and had to obey Amber also. She had Nicole rub her breasts against me and grind against my crotch. Then she pulled her away, had me stand up and remove my pants. My cock was still encased in its cage, unable to become erect. It hurt like crazy as it tried to become erect. Nicole & Amber teased me and taunted me. Finally Amber ordered me to bend over my desk. She had Nicole sit in the chair opposite the desk, expose her near perfect breasts and fondle her self. Then Amber proceeded to fuck me with the anal plug. Pulling it out and slamming it back in. This went on for 10 minutes until I actually cummed in my chastity device. It was a combination of relief and pain as my cock pressed against its confines harder then ever before and cum started dribbling out of the end. Amber was elated. "Erin owes me a free hour with you!" She didn't think I could make you cum in that device. I knew with Nicole's help you would succumb, pun intended." Thursday class and office hours were much the same. Amber shocked me 10-12 times during class and in office hours she had Nicole ass fuck me with a strap-on. She also used clamps and narrow, burning rope to further bind and pinch my balls. The pain was extreme, but worth it as it brought pleasure to Amber and Nicole. They also took the time to have me open the grading spreadsheet and put an A in for both of them. Amber also gave me instructions to me for Saturday which involved me being mentally ready and accepting of an extreme submissive experience. "I enjoy messing with you because it is fun and I actually like you. Erin is going to use Saturday to break you and she does it because she can. You are not part of her equation. You will be her complete slave and learn to accept and perform in that role." Sat arrived and I was immediately introduced to Erin's desk. It had a black, large dildo mounted on it. She strapped me down with my head over the dildo and then her and about 6-7 other people took turns ass fucking me while I another forced my head down requiring me to learn to deep throat the dildo. As this occurred I was also made to be very uncomfortable in other ways. Nipple clamps, clothespins, whips and paddles all were employed. My cock and balls were bound and constrained in ways making relaxation impossible and making a full enjoyable erection equally impossible. Erin spent most of the time telling me how pathetic I was and how she had special plans for my humiliation. The verbal assault combined with the full physical assault on my body worked. Within an hour I was professing to be Erin's property. She accepted my professions and immediately started to up my level of submission. She introduced the other five submissive dads and instructed me to blow each of them and take each up my ass. She instructed me to do this with enthusiasm and to focus only on their pleasure. I did my best and I believe I left each satisfied. Saturday ended with her refitting my anal plug and chastity device and sending me away. I left knowing I was no longer a free man but instead a possession. It felt surprisingly OK and I almost immediately started to crave to be serving. The next week I spent all day Friday in Erin's back office. Two very surprising events occurred. My wife was brought in – she was naked except for her rope bindings. Erin explained she always works on both parents simultaneously and she laughed as she explained how easy it was to bring Julie into the fold. She had correctly figured I was not pleasing her, and used Jason to get to her. She made me sit in a chair, Amber engaged in some extreme cock & ball torture while I watched three young guys fuck my wife. She was gagged but I could tell not all her sounds were those of struggle. These guys were making her cum and Julie was getting more and more into it. Amber required me to keep my eyes on the action even as she brutalized me. It was a lesson in discipline, and I was able to pass it. When the guys were finished with her, Julie was lead over to a wall and bound to the wall. Amber went over and started to torture her. She stopped and came over to me. She asked me if I wanted her to stop hurting Julie. I replied that my opinion was irrelevant, but since she seemed to enjoy it I thought she should continue. She liked that response and went over and continued some extreme nipple torture. Amber seemed to especially like the fact that she could taunt and torture Julie in my presence. By this time I figure that Amber really wanted me and enjoyed removing Julie from the equation. She came over and offered me a choice. I could select A and Julie could be released, or I could select B and she would continue. The catch was if I choose A she would not continue to mess with me during class time. I choose B; I wanted Amber's attention more then I cared if Julie was tortured. Amber kissed me on the lips and continued to abuse my poor wife. The kiss removed any post decision remorse. The next surprise was the addition of Amber's best friend Nicole. She also entered in bondage and was also fucked by nearly everyone in front of me. Amber had observed correctly that I was hot for Nicole and since Nicole also was Erin's property, they used my desire to further bury me. I was taunted and reminded of how pathetic I was and how only real men got to touch Nicole. It pulled me deeper into submission. Erin orchestrated the whole show and soon turned the tables on Amber – fucking her with a very large strap-on. Erin needed to remind Amber who was boss and this did the trick. The last hour of the day was spent with Erin ass fucking me with a very large strap-on while Julie was ass fucked by Amber. Erin hurt me and had me declare my devotion to her. That ass fucking is still the best single moment of my sexual life. I was providing Erin with pleasure and to feel her press herself against me was worth the pain and humiliation. The next week I was allowed to live without my chastity device. I spent much of the week learning better oral technique both on a man and a woman. The highlight was getting to eat Nicole out and bringing her to a climax. Amber remained unavailable to me although she did visit the house and ass fuck Julie while I watched. We just got the new dance semester sign-up form in the mail. I don't think we have much choice. We signed my daughter up immediately. Learning to Dance As she sat on a sofa in the corner of the crowded club, she wondered for the hundredth time why she let her friends talk her into this. She never thought she'd see the inside of this place again, after....what happened. She recognized faces here and there in the crowd, but drew her solitude around her like a screen and nursed her glass of ice water. She shifted again on the couch, feeling ill at ease and foolish for allowing herself to be goaded into coming out at all. She shifted yet again, crossing and uncrossing her legs as she tried to achieve a more comfortable position. She leaned her head back momentarily as a wave of fatigue washed over her; she closed her eyes and tried to will herself a thousand miles away. "May I have this dance?" A deep, masculine voice resonated in her ears and cut across the bass beat of the music to startle her out of her musings. She squinted against the flashing lights that backlit the figure standing in front of her, trying to see his face. He stepped closer, his hand outstretched to help her rise from the couch. Not bad, she thought to herself as she got her first good look at him. He was taller than she was, even in the 4-inch stiletto heeled boots she habitually wore when she was at this particular club. Nice build, lean and lithe as an acrobat. Dark hair and dark eyes which were returning her frank assessment with a patient, steady smile. The smile...now, that was very nice. His lips were well-shaped and curved slightly upwards at the corners with a hint of wickedness. A very kissable mouth, she decided. "I don't believe we have ever been introduced...my name's Master Titus." Her eyes widened slightly; she had heard stories about this Man but had never seen him in her time among the community. His smile widened as he saw her flash of recognition. "And your name is..." he prompted, giving the hand that he was still holding a gentle squeeze in encouragement. She almost blurted her old scene name out, then caught herself in mid-syllable and subsided in embarrassed confusion. "You must have a name little one...or are you too new to have chosen one yet?" She shook her head and tried for a sophisticated, worldly laugh that came out sounding like a high-school giggle. "Well, no matter...you can tell me your name when you're ready. Now, how about that dance you promised me?" He led her, still holding her hand, out into the press of bodies in the middle of the dance floor. There was hardly room to stand, much less dance, but they managed as best they could. As she danced, she let the pulse of the music get inside her and loosen her muscles, so that by the end of the song she had lost all the stiff discomfort from earlier. The next song blared out from the speakers; a new song that was darkly sensuous and that she had wanted to dance to from the first time she heard it. Suddenly, an over-enthusiastic dancer behind her bumped into her hard and threw her forward into her dancing partner. He caught her before she could trip and fall, and held her steady in strong arms as she regained her footing. The music swirled and beat around them, and he kept his arm around her waist as they both started to move in rhythm again. The nearness and warmth of his body got her flustered and she felt awkward and clumsy. He leaned in and breathed in her ear, "Relax girl, follow my lead...give over control and see where it takes you..." His voice, deep and calm like a mountain lake, washed over her. She closed her eyes and allowed her perception to narrow just a bit, to feel the shift and thrust of his body as he danced and matched her body's movements to his. "That's it, good girl...let go..." His lips brushed against her cheek and she could smell his clean, masculine scent as he pulled her in even closer. The music was building to the crescendo; his other hand came up and ran through her hair before taking a firm grasp of it and suddenly pulling her head back, exposing her neck and making her back arch. She gasped at the speed and the controlled ferocity of his action, and her first reaction was to pull up - to struggle. He stood stock-still and held her firmly, right there in the middle of the dance floor. Her eyes had flown open and now were locked with his as she tried to read what his motives were for doing this. His dark eyes betrayed nothing, and looked back into hers with the same calm patience that was there when he first asked her to dance. She struggled again, her hands coming up to push against his chest as her neck muscles strained to pull her head fully upright. She wasn't going anywhere; he had her locked in a very firm, very controlled embrace. As awareness of her helplessness sank into her, a strange wave of emotion stirred her to relax again. Her eyes that had been staring so defiantly into his softened and went dreamy; her lips that had been tight and pursed softened and opened slightly to release a low sigh. She relaxed against him, her hands dropping to her sides as she finally hung, almost limp, in his arms. His eyes gleamed as he smiled at her and released her hair. He leaned in and gave her a swift, hard kiss on the lips before taking both her hands in one of his and leading her off the dance floor and outside to the patio area. The space was deserted and a blessed relief from the heat and noise of the dance floor. He perched on top of a high bar-seat and motioned for her to sit opposite him. "Now, why don't you tell me who you are, little one." His calm demeanor belied the hint of steel she heard in his voice. She blushed crimson and considered telling him an outright lie. But she considered him, and remembered exactly who he was, and decided to tell the truth. He would definitely walk away, that she had no doubt of, but all she would have wasted was an evening and a dance. "My name is Elizabeth." Now it was his turn to show recognition; his nose flared a bit and his lips thinned as he breathed in sharply. She hastened to add to the end of her statement, "....Sir." As a veiled challenge, as proof that she had training, she wasn't sure why she dared that. She saw a tiny flash of mirth in his gaze, and his lips curled at the corners again in acknowledgement of her salvo across his bow. "Well well....I heard that you had left the scene completely. I suppose my information was inaccurate." He studied her as she debated what to say next. A part of her brain was screaming to just thank him for the dance and leave the damn club and never look back. However, to her amazement and shame, she started recounting the whole story of all the mistakes that she had made that led to her self-imposed exile. She was brutally honest with him; the months of telling the story to her friends and all the gossip-seeking hangers-on that had hounded her for juicy tidbits had cut away all the self-serving and pitiful excuses that she had originally made to herself. She took responsibility for her grave errors and gave all the reasons for her subsequent decision. He was silent for many long moments after she had finished speaking. His gaze was far away as he sat; she could only believe that he was trying to digest what she had just told him. Finally he nodded and said, "Well, you can imagine the different versions of the story that were floating around about that whole thing. First, and correct me if I'm wrong, you had only had one or two experiences before your first private party, right?" He waited until she nodded before continuing. "Then it was how long, a week, before a collar was offered?" Again, he waited until she nodded. He made a low rumbling noise that put her in mind of a male lion gnawing on a gazelle's shin-bone. "And given the people involved, I imagine that you were played with very hard. I know their styles. I hope you will indulge me, but I want to know how you liked their different approaches..." He leaned forward, putting both his hands palm-down on the small table between them, and looked into her eyes with an eerily intense focus. She was silent for a minute, letting all the memories swim to the surface of her mind. The only problem with this, she thought, was that I have to re-visit all the good memories as well as the bad. She started to talk. She told him about her real journey into pain, her first endorphin high and what it did to her. She told him about the crushing let-down afterwards that also iimprinted its conditioning on her. She told him about the edge-play, pushing her limits, breaking her limits in some places, and how it helped her completely open her psyche to new realms of possibility. And finally she told him about how she had let her emotions get involved, and how she was the most ashamed of that because it was what had prompted her to commit the cardinal sin of defying her collar to one Dom and secretly seeing another Dom. He smiled. She sat there silently and was amazed that he was smiling. The man sitting across from her was probably the most well-known traditional Dom in the city, and he was smiling at her after hearing how she made fools of two of his brother Doms in the eyes of the rest of the community. Her incredulity must have shown in her expression because he let out a long, soft chuckle and stood up to move directly in front of her. Looking down into her eyes, he took her face in his hands. "Elizabeth, I hope you hear this and believe it. I'm sure that you've heard that I don't play with "newbies". There's a reason I don't. The intensity of my style is not suited for people new to the lifestyle, not because they can't handle the pain level but because it takes them places that they have no knowledge of how to deal with. What happened to you, little girl, was a bad case of "first frenzy" that was taken advantage of. It takes probably six months of steady play and teaching for a new sub to finally come to terms with the physical and psychological effects of BDSM; then and only then are they capable of making a rational choice to be collared to a particular Dom. What you did was wrong, of course...but in my mind there are greatly mitigating circumstances for what happened." His words and his quiet, calm demeanor eased the last vestiges of hurt and self-loathing in her. Tears formed in her eyes as she gazed up at him; she trembled and started to raise her hands to brush the tears away before he could see them. He beat her to it, raising his thumbs to gently wipe the moisture away then licking each thumb and tasting her tears. That low rumbling came again, a leopard as he savored his kill this time. He seemed to make an internal decision and pulled her off the barstool and into his arms. Holding her firmly against his chest he murmured, "If you wish, I would like to take you home with me for this one evening." She stiffened in surprise. Never in her wildest thoughts did she think that this would be an even remotely possible outcome of the evening. His smile widened slightly and he added, "After all, I have always been curious about the infamous Elizabeth....I want to see for myself what you're capable of..." She blushed again when she heard that and he laughed out loud. She also recognized his answering salvo in the word "infamous" and the fighter in her rose to the challenge. Elizabeth nodded her assent and allowed him to lead her back through the club and out the front door. She had ridden with her friends to the club so she didn't have a car of her own; she whispered to one of her friends as she passed where she was going and what she was doing, and was rewarded by a huge gasp and an equally huge "thumbs-up" sign. In his car during the short drive to his house, they talked about light, inconsequential things - a new movie he'd seen, a new book she'd read. First date material, she thought with an internal chuckle. When he parked and turned the car off in his driveway, the first flutter of nerves hit her stomach. What if....what if she couldn't live up to his standard, what if she panicked and used a safeword before she could really show him what she was capable of....the thoughts swirled in her mind all the way up the walk and through the front door, which he held open for her in an exaggerated show of gallantry. He led her through the house and back into a living room that was decorated in warm earth tones with splashes of vivid colors here and there. "Relax girl, take those ridiculous heels off before you break your ankle." He smiled his wicked smile to take the sting out of the words. He disappeared back into the darkened house, presumably to get drinks, as she started the process of unlacing, unhooking and unzipping her boots. He came back with two tall glasses full of ice water just as the second boot hit the floor and Elizabeth breathed a deep sigh of relief. He chuckled and handed her a glass, then sat down in a large overstuffed leather chair and put his feet up on an ottoman before taking a large gulp of his water. Silence settled in the room; Elizabeth didn't know what to say, and he was seemingly content to drink his water. She felt his gaze upon her and glanced over, then hastily looked away. His eyes were too intense to hold their gaze for long. "Stand up." The statement, so quietly spoken, yet rang with command and she obeyed without thinking. "Come here." She slowly walked toward him, stopping at the edge of the ottoman on which his feet rested. He looked at her and raised an eyebrow. Her body reacted instantly; her hands went behind her back to clasp together, her head lowered slightly and she dropped slowly to her knees. My god, she thought, some things you never forget, even if you wanted to. She could feel the same curious narrowing of focus that she had encountered on the dance floor earlier, and the same silken lassitude as when he had held her head back. "Now, Elizabeth, we can go about this one of two ways. The first way, we can negotiate the evening's scene, from start to finish, then act it out, then I take you home. Nothing will be left to chance or guesswork, and you can feel secure that you will know exactly what will happen. The second way requires a bit more trust on your part...that you hand yourself over to me for the night and let me lead you where I think you want to go. The choice is yours..." He leaned back in his chair and watched her with calm assurance. She knelt there and thought about the two options. The first one had its merits - she would know exactly what was going to happen and know that she could handle it. But then she realized that what she really wanted was to submit to this man and relinquish that control, at least for a night. She cleared her throat and murmured, "This girl would choose the second option, Sir..." She risked another glance up at him and was rewarded with his smile. "Well then, little girl, stand up and take your clothes off for me." He sat forward as she stood up and began to slowly unbutton her blouse. Each piece of clothing was removed and folded carefully, and put on the couch behind her. She was meticulous, remembering her former training. Finally, she stood naked before him, her head bowed and hands clasped behind her back. He stood up and walked to her. Slowly he circled around her, touching and inspecting her body. She could feel his warm fingers as they stroked up her spine to rest at the back of her neck. His other hand came brushing up her belly to lightly cup a breast. She closed her eyes as his thumb grazed across her suddenly erect nipple. She heard him chuckle softly and then murmur, "Your body is certainly responsive to positive stimulation. Now let's see how you respond to..." His voice trailed off as the fingers that had been so lightly and teasingly playing with her breast suddenly pinched down on the nipple. Her eyes flew open at the sudden onslaught of pain; then she breathed in deeply and relaxed into the sensation, letting the feeling course through her body as she had been taught. He stepped in front of her, still holding her nipple painfully tight between thumb and forefinger. His eyes caught hers; his steady gaze became her focus and she poured out the pain she was feeling as offering to his dominance. His gaze warmed as he sensed her surrender to the sensation he was choosing for her, and he slowly relaxed his hold on her breast. She had not moved a muscle during the whole short ordeal and could see that he was very pleased with her performance. Master Titus pulled a wide band of black cloth from his back pocket and told Elizabeth to close her eyes. She obeyed, and felt the soft cloth wrap around her head to bind her eyes shut. He tied the blindfold snugly at the back of her head, then took both her hands in his and started leading her forward. She relaxed even further into her rapidly narrowing perception as her sense of hearing and touch were exponentially heightened. She could feel every bump and furrow in the carpet she was walking over; she could hear his soft breathing and the swish of his clothing as he led her. He stopped her and dropped her hands. She stood still; she could hear assorted clinks and rattles as he moved around her. Finally, she felt him lift her wrist to wrap a wide soft leather cuff around it. She shivered. It had been a very long time since she had been bound like this, and it brought back intense memories of her past experiences. He continued, fastening a cuff on her other wrist then on both ankles. She could feel him attach clips to each cuff, then he gently pulled her forward and guided her hands to the smooth wood arms of a St. Andrew's cross. She almost froze when she realized what was about to happen. She had heard of Master Titus's prowess with all manner of floggers, whips and canes, and that he was a bit of a sadist when it came to the giving of pain. But she had made her choice, and was now in his domain for the rest of the night, for good or bad. With that thought, she leaned forward and stretched her arms up to be fastened to the rings. He secured her to the cross, making sure her feet were firmly planted before attaching the cuffs on her ankles to the bottom rings. When she was secured to the cross, he patted her hip like he was gentling a restive horse and then moved away. She could her him moving around behind her. Then his hand was on her shoulder again, bracing her as he stroked the heavy leather flogger down her back. The soft leather strands felt cool and sensuous on her heated skin and she moaned softly. "Listen to my voice little one, and relax. Let the sensation flow through you like I know you can. You know your safewords; and you know that I will respect them. But for now...relax..." He stepped back and she shivered at the loss of contact. Then the first warm sting of the flogger hit across her buttocks. The still-rational part of her brain had to admire his skill; he knew just how hard to swing the flogger to get her skin warm and responsive before going further. The thuds of the flogger took on a rhythm that she surrendered to. Up her back, across her shoulders, back down to her bottom and then down the backs of her thighs...the leather strands brought the blood to the surface of her skin and made her nerves sing. Instead of anticipating and tensing before each blow fell, she relaxed and let her head drop forward to rest on the cross. She moaned softly as he started to pick up the tempo; the strokes rained down faster on her flanks and back and she realized he was using a flogger in each hand. She took a moment to think about what other interesting things a man who could use both hands independently of each other could do. The images made her moan louder, just in time to gasp as the floggers started to bite harder into her back. The harder the blows fell, the higher Elizabeth's consciousness soared. She gave in to the pain and let it flood her with endorphins. Just as she felt like she was reaching some sort of apex the flogging stopped, and she almost cried out to beg for more. But then she felt the tip of a rattan cane trace down her back before hearing the swish and then the impact across her bottom. He alternated light, tapping strokes with broad swats and precision cuts that left no part of her body untouched. The fire was growing inside her with every beat; she was moaning continuously and her tears were streaming from under the blindfold. A series of rapid strokes fell, that went from the bottom of her buttocks to her shoulderblades, and then suddenly he was standing close behind her. His hand came up between her legs to cup her sex, then his thumb slid into her in one fluid motion. He knew just where to push; and she screamed as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. She was mortified to hear the splatter of her essence on the hardwood floor beneath her. He chuckled and bent forward; she felt his hair brush down her side and then a towel was placed between her feet. All she could do was moan and shiver as he slowly unclipped her arms and legs from the cross. Learning to Dance He gently removed the blindfold and she blinked rapidly as the light returned to her eyes. She was shaking and unsteady; he wrapped an arm around her waist and walked her back over to the large leather chair. He sat down and pulled her down onto his lap as if she was a child; and she almost felt like one as he wrapped her up in his arms. From one side of the chair he pulled a soft fleece afghan up and draped it down over her back, then rocked her slowly as he made those curious rumbling noises in his chest. It was like being cuddled by a tiger; she felt absolutely safe with the added awareness that at any time this man could rip her psyche to shreds. Her eyes closed and she relaxed into his warm embrace, the flood of endorphins still singing through her veins. A strong hand lifting her chin woke her out of her daze. She opened her eyes to see him smiling down at her before his lips claimed hers in a deep, passionate kiss. She opened herself completely to the kiss and poured her emotions into it, as if she could communicate her submission through her lips to his. He rumbled again and his arms tightened around her body before he shifted her up and off his lap. He eased her down to where she could kneel in front of the chair then stood up and started to slowly remove his clothes. She watched as each piece of clothing fell away, mesmerized by his masculine form. When his pants slipped down to pool at his feet she automatically reached out to help him step out of the legs and then folded the pants carefully before laying them atop her own pile of clothes. Then she took back her position kneeling, her eyes lowered, as her cheeks flamed at the sudden flood of lust that took hold of her. She could feel the heat of his body as he stood close to her - she could smell his male scent and it was driving her to distraction. His hand shot out and grabbed her hair firmly. He stepped close to her and pulled her face in to press against his groin. He held her thus; she breathed deeply and rubbed her cheek and lips against the hardness that was rapidly growing. Another wave of passion dripped slowly down her thigh as she whimpered, before opening her lips to take him into her mouth. She savored the taste of his flesh. He felt like satin-covered iron in her mouth as she fit her lips and tongue snugly around him before sliding him deeper. She heard his growl of approval and felt him tighten his hold on her hair, then he started slowly moving in and out of her mouth. He pushed in hard and she barely had time to relax her throat muscles before he slid in all the way, pressing her nose into his belly and holding her there for a few heartbeats. Then he pulled away from her and she was left gasping and empty. He bent and lifted her up and onto her back over the wide ottoman, so that her head was hanging off the far end. She was literally balancing on her back as he firmly pulled her thighs apart and settled himself into the saddle of her hips. She braced herself the best she could, grabbing onto the short legs of the ottoman to get some support. She couldn't see him with her head leaning so far back; but she felt his hands stroke down her body, touching every inch of her with his warm palms. His hardness was pressed up tightly against her sex, and she arched herself against him in a wordless plea. His mouth came down to claim a nipple as his hips shifted and he slowly slid himself inside her. His hands on her hips kept her positioned to his liking as he fit himself deeply in her body and started to rock slowly back and forth. The feeling of fullness was delicious, and Elizabeth found herself wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him in deeper. Her body was spiralling towards orgasm. She flexed her muscles around him and heard his soft growl as he started to move faster and harder. He lifted her knees and bent her almost double, her feet coming to rest against his shoulders as he ground his pelvis against hers. He shifted once again and the head of his manhood pressed and rubbed against her inner spot and she screamed again as her orgasm flooded her. She could feel her juices gush and flow around their joined bodies as he kept moving in her, keeping the pleasure at a peak. Over and over again, her body convulsed with orgasmic tremors as she rode a wave that seemed to never end. She reached out blindly to grab onto him, her breath coming in great gasps as she struggled to process what was happening to her. She had never felt this kind of intense and prolonged pleasure before, and a tiny part of her brain marvelled at it. Then, as if in the eye of a hurricane, everything calmed. She felt like she was moving in slow motion as she lifted her head to look up at him. His dark eyes were focused on hers and she could see the same pleasure mirrored in his face. He had lost his calm detachment; now she could see the true intensity that he had held back during the evening. His eyes burned into hers as he growled just one word...."Mine." he said. "Mine." She could feel him grow and get harder inside her, and her body answered by squeezing tighter as another orgasm built. "Mine." His gaze sang to her to join him. With what little breath she had left she whispered, "Yours." Their bodies exploded simultaneously. She screamed as her orgasm peaked and seared through her body, and he gasped and then let out a primal roar of release as he flooded her body with his seed. They remained locked together as two sets of breathing returned to normal. Elizabeth's head had fallen back again, and she felt his soft lips against her throat as he kissed her body. He pulled her forward so that they both tumbled onto the floor and took her mouth in a long and passionate kiss. Master Titus propped himself up on one arm and brushed the sweat-dampened hair away from her face, caressing her cheek as he gazed once more into her eyes. He nodded and rumbled again. "Mine." "Yours." And the past for Elizabeth was erased and replaced with a new, clean future.