INITIATION

Alex admired the lines of her body as she stood before him. In her tight blouse and pleated pants, she could easily be dropped into a harem movie, or play a serving girl. Good thing I don't work at this one's company, he thought. I'd be hard all the time. He had her spin around one more time, her arms stretched high over her head. Sometimes a move like this in front of a stranger could feel more prying to a woman than if she was naked.

From his conversations with Melissa, he knew she wasn't comfortable with the stares she usually drew from men. Even with her husband she was discrete; they always made love in the dark, though she had many rationalizations for that. Soon, he'd know more than her husband about her body. It would make her very uncomfortable. Which is why Alex liked this part so much.

He allowed his eyes to linger on her breasts, trying to discern the exact contours through her blouse. He felt himself hardening, turned on by the potential of the situation. He had to decide which direction to take. Was he taking it easy on her because his instinct told him to slow down? Or because he didn't want her to bolt? Probably more of the latter. Time to change that.

"I want you to remove your blouse now. First, untuck it from your slacks, and then unbutton it from the bottom up. Let it fall open when you're done."

He watched closely as she followed his directions, never looking him straight in the eye. When she began to shrug it off her shoulders he stopped her with a quick "No, wait for my command. Add four points to your total. And now you can let your top slide to the floor."

She'd selected a royal blue bra, with entirely too much lace, as it covered far too much of her breasts. Worse, the fabric was too thick, as he could not see the sexy dark outlines of her nipples, only the small bumps marking their arousal.

"Not bad...but not great. Now, face to my left, and unhook and unzip your slacks. Good. Pull them down off your hips, and then, bending at the waist, pull them all the way to the floor, and hold that position. I want to get a good look at my new slave."

The panties were sufficiently high cut, with the garters disappearing below the blue satin, signalling that she'd following his directions pertaining to the order in which she'd dressed. He admired her slim, trim legs, and the curve of her firm butt. He especially liked the way the slip of fabric disappeared within the rounded flesh, all but begging him to go find it. All in all, this Melissa was a sexy, supple package. He couldn't imagine living with her and not exploring the whole gamut of sexual expression. Well, some men just didn't know how lucky they were.

He circled around her, aware of his growing erection, and his growing power over her. "It's time for you to learn the facts of life. Number one: while you are in this room, I own you, completely, without question. You are like a tool to bring me pleasure. I can use you however I want. If I want you to suck me for five hours, you will do it. If I want to film you playing with yourself, I will. And you'll do exactly as I say."

He ran his fingers down her spine, enjoying the feel of her body shuddering at his touch. "Number two: You are no longer a woman here, a fellow creature of mankind. You are now an animal, a creature to do man's bidding. My bidding. No act will be too perverse, no order too obscene. Because you are an animal, no longer bound or protected by the rules of man."

He motioned her to sit in the armless chair in the middle of the room, touching her hair, shoulders and arms as he circled her. Her eyes tracked him fearfully, but her erect nipples, wet panties and shortened breathing told him she was enjoying this, at least on one level.

"Number three: This body of your's, these legs, your ass, your tits, only serve to make more attractive your most important part...your cunt. The only reason you can walk around is to carry your cunt from man to man. When you spread your legs, it's because every cock belongs in your cunt." As he'd predicted, she'd flinched every time he'd said one of the two C's: cock and cunt. She didn't feel comfortable around dirty language. But language was power, as she'd soon learn.

"Number four: Because you are an animal, my animal, we will use the language of animals. You no longer have breasts and a vagina. You have tits and a cunt. You no longer perform oral sex. You suck my cock. You'll show me your ass. You'll lick my balls. You'll play with your pussy. You'll jack me off. You'll do it all dirty, because you're just an animal to be used. Used by me."

He'd done this speech almost a hundred times, changing it along the way for maximum effect. And he was getting exactly the effect he wanted with this one. Part of her was confused, vulnerable. But a larger part was turned on. She'd wanted to be stripped of responsibility, to be pushed out of her rut, and now she was getting her fantasy, and then some.

He paused behind her, silent for a moment, and rested his hands on her shoulders. He welcomed her flinch, and then slowly, deliberately, slid his hands down her chest, his fingers slipping beneath the bra, pressing against the mounds of her tits. He palmed both of them, squeezing and releasing several times, enjoying the warm softness, before bending to whisper in her ear. "Number five: Because I own you, I want you to be the best. And the only way to assure that is through discipline. You will be spanked, often, without mercy, to help you remember who is in charge. Those points you're racking up are punishment points, and each one equals one swat. Right now you have eight, just enough to give your ass a nice pink color. And I like giving spankings."

He released her breasts and leaned her forward, unclipping her bra strap in the back. "Take off that bra. It's ugly," he ordered harshly. "I thought I told you I wanted it sheer. Already you're disappointing me. Add five more points to your total."

He walked around to face her, pleased to see she looked chastened. She had nice tits, good-sized B's, that didn't need any support from a bra. Somewhat pointy-shaped, they were capped with quarter-sized pink aureolas, and buttonish brown nipples. Her nipples conveniently pointed up and out, where a man could easily suck them from many positions.

His erection throbbed. From here he could follow many paths, as long as he accomplished the short list of goals he'd set for this session. It was time for a personal pleasure break.

"Kneel," he ordered her, putting her head at his belt level. She licked her lips, but he decided to throw her a curve. "Untie my shoes...with your teeth." She paused only a moment before bending far down, putting the laces in her mouth and tugging on them. He admired the slope of her back, the hard nubs of her spine disappearing back into the valley between her ass cheeks. She sat back up, interrupting his view. "Did I tell you to sit up?" he demanded. "Add two more points to your total, and now lean back down there!"

He had her remove his shoes with her hands, and tug off his sock with her teeth, precipitating a balancing act that he could've avoided with a chair, but didn't for fear of showing his own lack of preparedness. Finally, he brought her back to her kneeling position. The nearness of her face to his groin made him sway with anticipation.

"Undo my belt, unbutton my pants, and pull the zipper down." He waited as she completed this task. "Now, holding the waistband of my boxers in your teeth, pull my pants down." The hot feel of her skin against his waist was heavenly, as was the way he felt her tremble against him. "Now pull my jeans from my legs, and return to your kneeling position."

Time for the first lesson. "My cock is your real master, and it's time for you to make your first promise. So repeat after me: This cock is the most important cock in my life. I will do anything for and to it. I will lick it, suck it, hold it, rub it, touch it, fuck it, and welcome it into any part of my body, especially my cunt. I promise to serve this cock as well as I can, and expect to be punished if I don't. I give my body to this cock."

Alex carefully listened as she repeated his words, phrase by phrase, stumbling just a bit over the two C words. He'd take care of that soon. But first...

He folded his arms across his chest, towering over her. "Now, pull my cock out with your hands, and make sure you expose my balls, too." Her hands were cool against his skin, a small oasis amid the heated surface of his skin. "Start, with your tongue, at the base of my balls, and lick all the way to the tip of my cock, pausing there to kiss it." Her soft, pliant tongue left a delicious trail of saliva up the underside of his tool, and the kiss on his circumsized head was warm and sensuous. She even licked some of the pre-cum from the tip.

He walked her through it for several minutes, instructing her on how he liked to be sucked, licked, nibbled and catered to. She had a talented mouth, and he decided then and there to take as much advantage of it as possible. Finally, as the pressure neared the exploding point, he pushed her away, telling her she'd done a fair job, although it had been exquisite.

Now it was time for a little visual stimulation, to give his body a little rest. He ordered her to pull the ottoman close, and had her bend over and lean on it, facing away from him. Her shapely ass stood only inches from his face. He admired the muscles in the backs of her legs, the firmness of her butt, and the way her tits hung down underneath. Too bad her panties weren't sheer enough to expose her pussy; he always liked how that first glimpse enhanced his pleasure. Still...

"Pull your panties down without leaving this position. Make sure you kick them away. I want you to be able to spread your legs far apart."

She looked back at him warily, using first one hand and then the other to slide her panties back over her butt, and down to the floor, where she kicked them off. All of Alex's attention, however, was focused on the smooth slit in front of his face. The pungent smell of her wafted back to him. He loved to see them this way, vulnerable, unable to see what he was doing, and ready for the taking. However much this one strained to see, she could only rely on her sense of touch and hearing. Not knowing would make her feel vulnerable, and ultimately heighten the pleasure.