Larry’s
First NightPhyla took the leash from Trish’s hand and smiled wickedly. "He seems to be in need of some training in control, M’Lady."
"Oh, yes. That is one area he has shown himself to be more than eager, Darling. He just cannot seem to be capable of focusing on anything else once he becomes aroused. I trust," she chuckled, "that within a few days you will have taught him to focus on his Mistress rather than on himself."
Larry blushed bright crimson and looked down, unable to avoid the huge bulge between his legs. The blush deepened to purple and spread across his unclothed body. She was right. He did not focus on his beloved Mistress Trish. He had no control.
Phyla giggled uncontrollably. "He blushes so beautifully. This is going to be fun."
Trish smiled the enigmatically beautiful smile that had first captured Larry’s soul and looked into the sea green eyes that sparkled with mirth and mischief. "Pet, go with Phyla. She will teach you what I enjoy. When you are ready, she will bring you to me."
Larry watched Trish as she disappeared into the sprawling ranch house. The sway of her hips as she moved away, knowing there was nothing beneath the short leather skirt, only served to increase his desire for her which only increased his embarrassment at his inability to control his erection.
Phyla tugged gently on the leash and Larry followed her, reluctantly breaking his gaze on the door through which Trish had disappeared.
Larry was led to what looked like a bunk house from the old West. Indeed, it may well have been one in a past lifetime. Now it housed the male contingent of Trish’s lifestyle subs. Several bunk beds were lined against the walls of the large room. In the middle was a huge wooden table that had obviouslyseen the use of many years, though it was impeccably polished to a high shine that reflected the shimmer of the central wagon-wheel lighting fixture. Rough benches lined the sides of the table. Only at the head of the table stood a maroon velvet-cushioned high-back Victorian style chair…almost a throne. Several doors opened off the central room, each with a lock and, in some, a key in the keyhole.
Phyla led Larry to one of the doors that contained a key. Removing the leash, she ushered him into the room.
"Only when you have been adequately trained will you be allowed to be with the other subs. Until then, this will be your room."
She pushed open the door and Larry viewed extremely Spartan living quarters. No windows opened from the room. What he took to be the bed was planks on a frame with only a thin mattress covering them. At each corner of the bed sturdy posts with several eye-bolts embedded in them stood. There was an open shower, a basin, and toilet facilities. A small, bare table stood next to the bed. Nothing more than what Larry took to be a television screen decorated the room.
Phyla laid the room key on the table. She unlocked the cuffs from behind Larry’s back, leaving them attached to his wrists. The metal jangled as she did so…the only sound in the room. Then she lay a small ring of keys next to the room key. Silently she left the room, turning only at the door to give him a wink.
Once the door closed, Larry wandered the room, touching the surfaces. What had he got himself into? Yes, I want to please Mistress Trish. I can leave. The keys on the table tell me that. Phyla even left the ones to the ankle, wrist, and thigh cuffs.
Larry tentatively opened the door. No one was in the outer room. Even his clothes were laying on the huge table. I can leave right now and never come back. What’s holding me here?
He closed the door and lay on the bed. His mind drifted to the days not so long ago. He had met Trish at a bar close to the University. It was that smile and those eyes that first drew him to her. They had talked. He had invited her home. Surprisingly she had come. He had been so lucky that such a beautiful and intelligent woman had accepted his advances. There had been no sex that night. In fact, there had been no sex for many of the nights she had gone home with him. They had talked hours…on many subjects. Until one night the tension rose to a point where Larry could not contain himself longer. But the surprising thing had been, he was not the one who had made the first move. It had been Trish who slid her had between his legs and massaged him to a hardness he had never known before. Just as he was about to pull her to him, she backed away and smiled.
"Not tonight, Pet. I will be here tomorrow night and you will know more about me." She rose from the sofa and left. "See you about 9:00 PM right here."
Promptly at 9:00 the next night Trish appeared at the door. This time she had on her black suede duster. She swept into the room and in a single motion removed the coat to reveal high leather boots, a very short leather skirt and leather vest.
"You like?
Larry was stunned. He fumbled, stuttered, but managed to shake his head "yes."
"Good. Because you will now get to know what I am. And if you like it, who knows what may happen. Now, strip."
"What?"
"I said ‘strip’. I want you naked in front of me."
Almost dazed Larry began to remove his clothing.
"Come on now, Pet, you can move faster than that."
Larry fumbled with every piece of clothing as Trish stood before him, cool, smiling, looking him straight in the eyes. When he had finished, he had never felt so exposed in his entire life. And his proverbial problem began to show itself. He was aroused. Not only by Trish…not only how she looked…but by the entire situation. And he liked the feeling. It was something he had never felt before.
"I want you to lock your fingers behind your head and leave them there until I tell you to move them."
Slowly Larry raised his arms and locked his fingers behind his head. Trish moved closer to him and pressed her lips to his. He start to push his tongue between her lips. But she backed off. "No, no. I’m going to do this." Once again she pushed her lips to his and parted his lips, probing his mouth with her tongue. He started to move his arms to pull her closer to him. Both her hands came to his wrists and forced them back behind his head. "I said, ‘NO’. Now stay as you are."
The thrill of her dominance raced through him. The stiffness in his groin increased. She seemed not to notice. She kissed his neck, trailed her tongue down his throat. He felt vulnerable. She circled one nipple with her mouth and played with the other with her hand. As she was doing this, her other hand slid down Larry’s back along his spine. He could feel her candy red fingernails along his backbone. Slowly he began to rock, thrusting toward her. But she remained just out of reach.
"You want me, don’t you Pet," she purred.
Larry moaned. So quickly had she brought him to this state all he could think of was sliding into the warm slit he knew waited for him.
Trish reached down and grabbed him. He gasped. Both at the shock and at the excitement he felt. Slowly she ran her nails up and down the shaft.
She whispered into his ear, "Breathe deeply in with each stroke up and out with each stroke down." It was difficult. His breathing seemed out of his control, but he concentrated and it slowed.
"Good, Pet." And she continued to stroke at the maddeningly slow pace. He was on the edge. And she seemed to know it. Just as he was about to lose all control, she grasped the base of his erect member and held it tight. The tension released only perceptibly, and then she started the infuriatingly slow pace once more.
Unable to restrain himself longer, Larry reached from behind his head and tried to grasp Trish in his arms. Quickly she danced backward away from him. laughing, eyes twinkling.
"No, Pet, you will last much longer than that and pleasure me this night."
Trish led Larry to his bedroom, sat him on the edge of his bed, and with her slow deliberateness removed the leather she was wearing to reveal nothing underneath.
"Sit there. Pet. Don’t move your hands from beside you. You are not to touch me until I give you permission to do so."
Trish sat beside him on the edge of the bed. She touched Larry in places he did not know could arouse him…the backs of his knees, the insides of his elbows, his wrists, his earlobes. With each caress he grew larger and harder.
When he thought he could stand no more, Trish lay back on the bed, her legs spread wide. He could see the glistening between her legs. He could smell the aroma of her womanhood.
"Kneel before me, Pet. Show me what you can do to give me pleasure."
Tentatively at first he spread her and kissed her mound. His tongue flickered and touched the tight pearl. She responded. She arched, moaned, and ran her fingers through his hair. Emboldened, Larry wrapped his lips around the growing pearl and tugged on it. Again she responded. Encouraged he circled it and then sought out the center of her being. The juices flowed freely from her and he lapped at them as a hungry pet. He heard her laugh. During the next few weeks he came to know that the laugh came just before an orgasm tore through her body. He continued through the climax and brought her to another immediately following. Three more times that night her body convulsed as Larry served her. All though the ordeal his penis throbbed wanting to bury itself where only his tongue had ventured.
Finally, only when Trish appeared near exhaustion, did she invite him into her. "Slowly, Pet, slowly."
He wanted to drive into her. He wanted to release the pent-up denial he had experienced. He wanted to release into her all he had. But he moved slowly as she had commanded. Each stroke took him deeper into her. He could feel the muscles clamp tightly around his throbbing shaft. And yet she would still not let him release. Deeper, tighter, throbbing into her until at last she demanded, "Now!"
Larry felt his muscles tighten as she rose to meet him. One last thrust and he felt his juices melt into hers. She laughed, wrapped her legs around him, and let him ride through to his exhaustion.
Larry remembered laying on her belly, listening to her sounds of contentment…cat purrs deep in her throat. He had never felt such a release and sense of accomplishment.
