Ariana
After making sure that I look good enough, I get out of the bedroom. I am putting on the jeans and blouse that I left here the last time I came over. Liam is waiting for me in the kitchen and he said breakfast is ready. I proudly walk into the kitchen and find him sitted there sipping on his coffee. He is wearing a gray t-shirt and blue jeans. He beams at me when he notices me coming.
Miss Melinda asks me if she can get me coffee.
“Yes, please,” I respond and take a seat beside him. He cocks his head to one side at raises an eyebrow at me.
“What?” I ask him.
“I am gauging your mood. I have a surprise for you. After breakfast,” he replies. A surprise?
“What kind of surprise?” I inquire, trying to figure out different kinds of surprises Liam could have possibly planned.
“It’s a surprise; so I don’t have to explain anything. But just to calm your anxiety, I am going to give you a hint,” he says and then leans closer.
“I am going to take another step in training you to be an ideal submissive. I know that I am so busy these days with work especially with the new project, but it won’t be like that always. I want to walk this journey with you,” he replies and my heart swells. “I can spare time for us, mostly in the weekends so that we can do this together.”
“Thank you for saying that, Liam. I really appreciate it,” I reply.
“I wouldn’t rather you do it with anyone else. Jonas told me they have a mentorship program in their group. I want you to meet Kelly, his collared submissive. She has been a submissive for years. Maybe there is a lot she will share with you,” he says. “Have you made up your mind on when you want to go to their house?”
“I would like to go anytime you want,” I reply.
“Next weekend?” he asks.
“That would be great,” I reply.
“Okay. Now eat. You need energy for what I have planned,” he tells me and I start on my bacon. I am too excited to finish the food on my plate.
“I am full,” I say, finishing the coffee in my cup.
“Let’s go. Melinda will take care of the table,” he says while walking over to me. He holds my hand and leads me out of the kitchen, upstairs through the corridor to the spare room. I remember everything from the tour he gave me last time.
He opens the door and leads me inside. There is a bed in the middle of the room. There is a big wooden cross on the opposite side of the wall. I immediately recognize what it is. A St. Andrew’s Cross! Their is also a restraining system before the bed. Oh my God! Is this what he meant by surprise. I am so speechless.
“If things go well, I want to turn this room into a playroom. What do you think of my new equipment?” he whispers from behind me, startling me out of my reverie.
“Oh, I don’t know what to say,” I mumble, admiring the way the wood is nearly polished on the cross.
“I don’t know if that means ‘I like it’ or ‘I hate it’ but either way, I am going to restrain you on both of those equipment today,” he says and then swips my hair off my shoulders. Holding it in his hands, he braids it into a long braid.
“I want you to strip off all your clothes and remain in only your panties,” he tells me and my skin heats up in anticipation. “Then when you are finished, get onto your knees.”
I hastily do what he has told me to do. My mind is racing. Leaving on my panties, I scramble into kneeling position.
“When we are here, you may call me sir while we are here. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I respond.
“Yes, what?” his voice commanding.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Stay here, don’t move.” He leaves the room.
I’m on my knees, waiting. Where’s he gone? What is he going to do to me? I try to concentrate, calming my breath. I remember his words back at the table. He wants to train me and walk this journey with me. He has never trained anyone or had a relationship with any submissive. This gives me hope. A satisfied smile forms on my face knowing that I am the only one he has ever done this with.
And suddenly he’s back – and all at once I’m calmer and more excited in the same breath. Could I be more excited? I can see his feet. He has something in his hands.
“Good girl, Ariana. You look lovely like that. Well done. Stand up.”
I stand, but I keep my face down.
“You may look at me.”
I peek up at him, and he’s staring at me intently, assessing, but his eyes soften. He’s taken off his shirt. Oh my… I want to touch him. The top button of his jeans is undone.
“I’m going to chain you now, Ariana. Give me your right hand.”
I give him my hand. He turns it palm up, and before I know it, he swats the center with a riding crop I hadn’t noticed is in his right hand. It happens so quickly that the surprise hardly registers. Even more astonishing – it doesn’t hurt. Well, not much, just a slight ringing sting.
“How does that feel?” he asks.
I blink at him, confused.
“Answer me.”
“I don’t know, sir”
“Did that hurt?”
“No.”
“This is not going to hurt. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” My voice is uncertain. Is it really not going to hurt?
“I mean it,” he says.
Jeez, my breathing is so shallow. Does he know what I’m thinking. He shows me the crop.
“I got this on my way from my my trip. I want to get a good number of toys and equipment we can use. I am going to start stocking my playroom so that I can give you pain and pleasure. I want to discover your heights and limits, Ariana,” oh, the way he says my name, it has such a heady effect on me. My eyes jerk up to meet his, and they’re alight with fire and a trace of amusement.
“I am going to give you two safe words. Red; when you want to stop. Just say it and I will stop whatever I am doing immediately. Yellow; if you want me to slow down. If I am being too fast or too rough for your liking, you can yellow so that I slow down,” he tells me. “Is that okay with you, Miss Manroe?”
“Yes, sir,” I respond.
“Come.” He takes my elbow and moves me to beneath the grid. He reaches up and takes down some shackles with black leather cuffs.”This grid is designed so the shackles move across the grid.”
I glance up.
“Put your hands above your head.”
This is beyond fascinating, beyond erotic. It’s singularly the most exciting and scary thing I’ve ever done. I’m entrusting myself to a beautiful man. Something I have never done before. I suppress the brief thrill of fear, but I trust him. I trust him, that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.
He stands very close as he fastens the cuffs. I’m staring at his chest. His proximity is heavenly. He smells of body wash and Liam, an inebriating mix, and that drags me back into the now. I want to run my nose and tongue through that smattering of chest hair.
“You look mighty fine trussed up like this, Miss Manroe.”
Standing in front of me again, he hooks his fingers into my panties, and at a most unhurried pace, peels them down my legs, stripping me agonizingly slowly, so that he ends up kneeling in front of me. Not taking his eyes off mine, he scrunches my panties in his hand, holds them up to his nose, and inhales deeply. Oh my!. Did he just do that? He grins wickedly at me and tucks them into the pocket of his jeans.
Uncoiling from the floor, rising lazily, like a jungle cat, he points the end of the riding crop at my navel, leisurely circling it – tantalizing me. At the touch of the leather, I quiver and gasp. He walks round me again, trailing the crop around the middle of my body. On his second circuit, he suddenly flicks the crop, and it hits me underneath my behind… against my sex. I cry out in surprise as all my nerve endings stand to attention. I pull against the restraints. The shock runs through me, and it’s the sweetest strangest, hedonistic feeling.
“Quiet,” he whispers as he walks around me again, the crop slightly higher around the middle of my body. This time when he flicks it against me in the same place, I’m anticipat-ing it… oh my. My body convulses at the sweet, stinging bite
“Does that feel good?” he breathes.
“Yes.”
He hits me again across the buttocks. The crop stings this time.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whimper.
He comes to a stop… but I can no longer see him. My eyes are closed as I try to absorb the myriad of sensations coursing through my body. Very slowly, he rains small, biting licks of the crop down my belly, heading south. I know where this is leading, and I try and psyche myself up for it – but when he hits my clitoris, I cry out loudly.
“Oh… please!” I groan.
“Quiet,” he orders, and he hits me again on my behind.
I did not expect this to be like this… I am lost. Lost in a sea of sensation. And suddenly, he’s dragging the crop against my sex, down to the entrance of my vagina. He stands forward and grabs me and kisses me hard, his tongue invading my mouth. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me against him. His chest crushes mine, and I itch to touch, but I can’t, my hands, useless above me.
“See how wet you are for this, Ariana.
Shall I make you come?”
“Please,” I beg.
The crop bites my buttock. Ow!
“Please, what?”
“Please, Sir,” I whimper.
He smiles at me, triumphant.
“With this?” He holds the crop up so I can see it.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Are you sure?” He looks sternly at me.
“Yes, please, Sir.”
“Close your eyes.”
I shut the room out, him out… the crop out. He starts small, biting licks of the crop against my belly once more. Moving down, soft small licks against my clitoris, once, twice, three times, again and again, until finally, that’s it – I can take no more – and I come, gloriously, loudly, sagging weakly. His arms curl around me as my legs turn to jelly. I dissolve in his embrace, my head against his chest, and I’m mewling and whimpering as the aftershocks of my orgasm consume me. He lifts me, and suddenly we’re moving, my arms still tethered above my head, and I can feel the cool wood of the polished cross at my back, and he’s popping the buttons on his jeans. He puts me down against the cross briefly while he slides on a condom, and then his hands wrap around my thighs as he lifts me again.
“Lift your legs, baby, wrap them round me.”
I feel so weak, but I do as he asks as he wraps my legs around his hips and positions himself beneath me. With one thrust, he’s inside me, and I cry out again, listening to his muffled moan at my ear. My arms are resting on his shoulders as he thrusts into me. Jeez, it’s deep this way. He thrusts again and again, his face at my neck, his harsh breathing at my throat. I feel the build up again. Jeez no… not again… I don’t think my body will with-stand another earth-shattering moment. But I have no choice… and with an inevitability that’s becoming familiar, I let go and come again, and it’s sweet and agonizing and intense.
I lose all sense of self. Liam follows, shouting his release through clenched teeth and holding me hard and close as he does.
“Well done, baby,” he murmurs. “Did that hurt?”
“No,” I breathe. I can barely keep my eyes open. Why am I so tired?
“Did you expect it to?” he whispers as he holds me close, his fingers pushing some escaped tendrils of hair off my face.
“Yes.”
“Would you do it again?”
“Yes.” My voice is so soft.
He hugs me tightly.
“Good. So would I,” he murmurs, then leans down and softly kisses the top of my head.
“I am so proud of you, baby girl. You are so brave,” he murmurs and kisses my forehead. He carries me to the bed and puts me there to lay down. He pulls the duvet covers over me and leans over to kiss my lips. I wrap my hands around him and give him a long kiss to show him how much he means to me: how much all this means to me.
“I love you so much, Liam,” I say, looking into his eyes. I know I have said this before, but I want him to know that I meant it. He gives into my eyes and caresses my cheek.
“I love you, Ariana. More than you can ever know,” he responds, shocking me. I wasn’t expecting him to respond but hearing it from him that he feels the same, it is the best thing I have ever heart. My heart swells and tears start to well in my eyes. I sit up and climb onto his laps, taking him by surprise and kiss him again. He puts his hands on my behind and embraces me as he kisses me back without demur.