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Prologue
Almost as soon as Meion stepped into her apartment and before she could even set her briefcase down, his voice carried from across the room to where she stood.
“What are you wearing?” He asked with sincere dominance and a voice so deep, the melodiousness of it made her quiver inside and her heart thumped a few extra beats. All Meion could see was his broad shoulders and the back of his head as he remained seated on the cream colored leather sofa, which faced the large view of the city 22 stories below.
“What?” She asked, somewhat surprised and startled.
“Are you wearing the undergarments I told you to wear today?”
“I…um…” She stammered, trying to remember what he told her to wear.
“Come over here.” He demanded smoothly.
“Well, let me…”
“Come here now, Meion!” He quickly interrupted without moving from his seat or turning to look in her direction.
She took a few steps toward the dining table and placed her briefcase and purse on the dining chair.
“I don’t recall telling you to do anything other than to come here. You’ll be punished for setting your bags down.”
“May I at least take…”?
“No, you may not.” He interrupted. “And you may not speak another word until I’m done with you.” The frustration grew more intense in his tone, causing her to grow weak in the knees. She made her way to the sofa and before she even thought of taking a seat beside him, he told her to stand in front of him.
“Are you wearing the undergarments I told you to wear today?”
“I’m not sure. I can’t remember what you told me.”
Meion was confused. She didn’t really know this man but yet, she did. She didn’t know if this was her husband or boyfriend, but she knew they were a couple.
“Reveal to me what you have on; but be sure that if it isn’t correct, you will be punished.”
“Punished? How”? She asked, unbuttoning her overcoat, and feeling secretly aroused by the idea.
“Let everything fall to the floor; and not another word.” He demanded as he admired her smooth stocking legs beautifully displayed by black stilettos, but still not making full eye contact. He patiently waited and watched her every movement as she undressed. He felt himself growing hard as he looked at her from head to toe. He noticed her thighs trembling beneath her skirt and would like to believe that it was fear of the unknown punishment than from the cold outside she left behind just moments ago.
Her suit jacket slid off her arms with the sound of silk to skin as the inner jacket brushed her calves on the way down to her overcoat and around her feet. She glanced at the pulsating pouch in the pants of this man that commanded her and she grew intimately hot, as she could see he was for her.
“Trust me…you will enjoy your punishment.”
“But, what if I’m wearing what you asked for?”
“You will still be punished for not doing as you were told when you came in.”
She remembered the briefcase and even glanced over at it as a reminder.
“I’m sorry…I was…” She said, removing her skirt.
“No apologies. You deserve this…in more ways than one…you deserve it.” He said, as he paced around her. “Slip! Why are you wearing a slip?”
“Well, it’s pretty cold outside, babe.”
“Did someone other than I tell you to wear a slip today?”
“No.” Her response was shaky as she noticed his expression was very agitated.
“Take it off, Meion!” He practically yelled.
She was too shaken by him to look in his eyes. Let alone in his direction.
“You better be wearing underneath that slip what I told you to put on today.” He said, as he stood up in front of her gently kissing her lips. She wanted more of this gentleness maybe even a soft touch of his hands. The sweetness of his kiss warmed her, yet frightened her as well. He slowly paced himself around her again and by the time she got the slip down passed her hips and before she could lift her foot to step out of the slip, a crack sounded throughout the apartment and soon came the sting of the blow to her buttocks from the impact of his hand. He quickly covered her mouth before she could let out a sound. Standing behind her with one arm around her waist and this other hand covering her mouth, he kissed from her shoulder up to her neck and whispered in her ear.
“Very good, baby; you’ve got it on.”
She got it right, but had no idea how. She really couldn’t remember him telling her what to wear; but somehow she was wearing black crouch less panties and black bra that exposed her areola and nipples.
“It’s good to know that you are starting to take me more serious now.” He whispered in her ear. “You’ll be rewarded for that but…now you have to pay for not listening when you came in.”
She felt his cock growing harder, against her buttocks as he held her close and whispering. Her thoughts were confusing. She wanted him to take her right then and there, but she was shamed of what he may do to her. Some part of her welcomed what he thought she deserved and then again, she resisted thinking this was all absurd, but she wanted it more than she could understand why.
From behind the throw pillow on the sofa, he pulled out a satin scarf and tied her hands together behind her head. He spread her legs shoulder length apart.
“Babe, what are you…?”
“Speak another word and I will keep you silent the rest of the day.” He said, cupping his hand over her moist exposed pussy, causing her to gasp out from shock and her secret desire for more. With one hand well in place of her pussy and middle finger just slightly touching her clitoris, he used his other hand to vigorously spank her thong-exposed bottom. With every blow that she tried to silently absorb, she had experience the literal sense of pleasure and pain, and came to realize that it was the most unusual and desirable experience she had ever had. There was no part of her that wanted it to end.
All the while he spanked her buttocks he would kiss her neck and whisper in her ear.
“That’s my girl! I can feel your enjoyment.” He passionately whispered in her ear, referring to her swelling, and throbbing clitoris against his finger. Although the words seem to tickle her ear and heighten her erotic desires; she began to feel some shame in his comment but at the same time could not convince herself that it was shameful. He began to slow the rhythm of the blows by caressing her buttocks in between each blow.
“Please…” She wanted to cry out for more.
“Shh. Silenced for the rest of the day.” He reminded her. “You’re doing well. Are you ready to cum?” He asked.
Meion could only nod her head in favor of the question, but her thoughts were of wanting him inside her, and then wondering if her punishment was not having him that way. Without removing his cupped hand and still attending to her pulsating clitoris. With the other hand he undid his belt and slung it out of the loops of his pants and over his shoulder. He continued to use his hand to spank her buttocks until he could see and feel that she was on the verge of ecstasy and just at her point of satisfaction he drew down his belt from his shoulder and viciously whipped her with it. Meion cried out in pain; but most of all, she cried out with pleasure.
Startled by the sound of the alarm clock, Meion jumped out of her sleep in a cold sweat, still moaning from the awkward dream, and then realized that she had her hand cupped over her tantalize vagina. She almost wanted to laugh at herself but was more sexually frustrated than humored. She laid her head back down on the pillow and looked over at the alarm clock as flashes of her dream echoed in her mind, leaving her to wonder if there was some kind of meaning behind it; but whom could she ask? There may not have been much shame in the dream, but here in reality, there was much to be ashamed of. Her girlfriends wouldn’t understand and they would surely think something wrong with her. Especially since most of their conversations were about, “how their men better not put his hands on them in any form or fashion of abuse.” “Could they have been just covering up what they really desired from their men, or what they were actually getting? But, her girlfriends already had their suspicions of her, considering the fact that she never spoke of a man, let alone been in a relationship since her teenage years. They would always refer to her as ‘the workaholic’ and suggest that she needed some romance or real sex in her life.
“What would you do if the world decided to do away with batteries?” She recalled her friend Laura, joking. “I’d find a plug and an outlet.” Meion had responded.
On that note, Meion got out of bed and drew open the blinds to the view of the snowy city twenty two stories below, and dreaded that she had to go out in that cold on Christmas Eve while everyone else in the world were still snuggled in their warm beds, or the little kids sitting around their Christmas tree, anticipating the next day. But, she knew it was her own fault for having to go in today. If only she was able to control the random thoughts she was having that now seemed to fall into her dreams at night and now, has her completely aroused. Even as she did her morning ritual before work, she was still drowned in the same thoughts and fantasy of her dream, which has her chained to working today.
Getting ready for work and even what she chose to wear is a complete blur, because she couldn’t seem to shake the desire for such an experience. With at least a half and hour to spare before leaving for work, Meion sat on the window seat of the living room and gazed over the snow covered, sleeping city, while her mind went from, what she had to do today to the disturbing thoughts that ruined her Christmas Eve by binding her to her responsibilities of reality. The dream began to replay in her mind as if it actually happened and she wished she could have finished it, just to see how it would have ended.
“Oh my god, what’s wrong with me?” She blurted out as the alarm on her wristwatch sounded and she realized she had to go. “Damn! I should’ve used that time to warm up the car. Oh well, spilled milk.” She said, gathering her briefcase and coat on her way out the door.
Surreal
As Meion pulled up to Detroit Litigation Law Firm, she took notice that the whole block and building seemed like a deserted ghost town with snow covered streets and cars that seemed to be hibernating beneath the blankets of snow. She unlocked the doors to the office building and stepped inside. She couldn’t help feeling a little frightened of someone coming in on her while she worked but, she reassured herself that no-one was idiotic enough to have to come to work on the eve of Christmas; not even a criminal. The only light given in the empty building was that of the dawn reflecting from the snow through the windows, which seemed to glow with a bluish hue of light. She decided to leave the lights off in the lobby to give any patrons the impression that the office is, in fact, closed and that no-one; most of all her, was there.
Sitting in her cubicle, she did as she would even if the office was open. She made coffee, turned her desk radio on and pulled the case file she was assigned to. She sat for an hour studying the case, but half that time was distracted by last night’s dream and the other related thoughts. She did however, take some pertinent notes of the case and with that, she could at least type up an opening statement; even though the trial was set for February, there was still no time for procrastination and definitely no time for her wandering thoughts. Her mind went from reading the case to thoughts of being bound and disciplined. She imagined being submissive to whomever that delicious man was in her dream, catering to his every sexual desire; which made her all the more hungry for the experience.
“Why am I so turned on by pleasing than being pleased?” She silently thought as she continued to jot down notes of the case, while gazing out the window across the sky. As the snow began to fall before her eyes, she let her thoughts run free.
Resting her head in the lap of a handsome man as they watch TV, Meion feels comforted, happy and proud to have such a person to share her life with. As the TV show comes to an end, Meion gets up to leave him to watch whatever he wants.
“Where are you going?” He asked, grabbing her by the waist before she could completely remove herself from his lap. “The game is coming on.”
“You know I don’t watch sports.” She replied with a kiss to his lips and made another attempt to get up, but to no avail, he held her in place.
“You asked me to watch this documentary with you, knowing I don’t watch documentaries. But, I did…for you.”
“But babe, you know I can’t get into sports.”
“You’ll learn today.” He said.
“How”?
“I sacrificed for you…you will learn to sacrifice for me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Undo my belt.” He ordered.
As she began to loosen the belt, thoughts of delicious discipline began to flow. But that wasn’t what he had in mind for her.
“There you go.” She said with a smile and planted another kiss to his mouth. Again she attempted to get up but he held her in place.
“Undo my pants and put my cock in your mouth.” He ordered.
As she did this he told her to stay that way without movement throughout the game that was playing on the TV.
“And if I think you deserve it, you may take a break during commercials. But, if you get the idea to move in any motion to suck or pull away, you will be punished severely; do you understand?”
Meion nodded in agreement and lowered her head to do what was told of her. While she lay there with is erect cock in her mouth like a pacifier, he stroked her hair while he watched the game, occasionally praising her obedience.
“That’s my girl.” He commented. “You would make a good slave one day.”
Halfway through the game, he became fully erect. She tried to adjust herself so that he wouldn’t notice, because the length of him began to touch the back of her throat, and it only seemed to get longer and harder.
“Hey, relax.” He ordered and held her head in place. “You’re doing well. I may let you go during the next commercial.”
She tried to move her head away to speak but he gave her a firm slap on her hip while holding her head in place.
“Do you want to be punished?” He asked with a surprised tone.
Without pulling away, Meion nodded her head ‘yes’ to his question.
The dinging sound of the elevators could be heard in the distance, bringing Meion back to reality with the wonder of where her thoughts and dreams were coming from and then too, why she was so deliciously intrigued by them. She only knew that she desperately wanted to try it, but didn’t know how to go about it even if she had someone to participate. The thought of it kept playing in her mind…how she would be looked at and what people would think. She felt that not only would people think she was strange, but they would probably suggest psychoanalysis. She was still warm inside from the vivid daydream and even moist between the legs.
“It’ll never happen.” She said with a sigh.
“What will never happen?” Came the sound of the voice from last night’s dream…deep, heavy tone and melodious to her ears; yet she was startled because she thought for sure she was alone in the building.
“Oh my dear God!” Meion screamed, nearly leaping from her seat with one hand over her heart and the other over her mouth. “How did you get in here? Who are you?” She babbled.
“I’m sorry for startling you.” He said, extending his hand. “I’m Basilio Drayton. You can call me Butch. I’m supposed to start after the holidays, but I thought I would come in and set up my office.”
Meion stood there like a deer in the headlights, mesmerized by this tall gorgeous man with the complexion of hot caramel, and a voice that seemed to pierce through her body and touch her very soul. His hair was black and curly but looked wavy, as he had it brushed back into a ponytail. Although she didn’t look into his eyes, they were greenish brown that occasionally changed colors depending on his mood.
“Excuse me. I thought I was going to be the only one in the office today.” She said, reaching for his waiting hand. “I figured everyone would be with their families; so yeah…you scared me to death.”
“I’m sorry Mrs.…”
“Oh! I’m Meion Marrioneaux, but you can call me Meion.”
“Are you okay? I must have really frightened you.” He asked, as he could feel her trembling through her handshake.
“I’m fine; really.”
“You’re shaking like a leaf.” He stated, raising one eyebrow.
“Well, you did scare the life out of me. But, I’ll live.”
“Okay.” He said with a smile and turned to walk away. “It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Marrioneaux.”
As he walked passed her cubicle towards the offices, she watched to see which door he was going to and at the same time she couldn’t get past how familiar his voice was.
“I must be losing my freaking mind.” She whispered to herself. “There’s no way…” she plopped herself back into her chair. “…How can you remember the sound of a voice from a dream?”
She dwelled on it for a while and wondered if it was possible. The whole thing was surreal to her, which made it seem like it all must mean something, but what?
He walked by again, this time she heard him coming and pretended to be reading over her case, but the minute she heard the elevators close, she ran over to the window that faced the street to see if he was leaving. After a few minutes she saw him coming from the building to a smoky gray Jaguar. He reached in and grabbed a large box and headed back inside the building. Meion grew nervous and excited now because, not only did she believe that this was the man of her dreams, deep down inside she prayed that he was the one. She decided to make a move. She rushed passed the elevators to the ladies room to fix her face and hair a bit. But much to her disappointment, as she stood in front of the full-length mirror, she found that she was wearing her pajama top and a pair of stonewashed jeans. Although her pajama top could be mistaken for a silk spaghetti strap top, it was pretty obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. The full shape of her breast and nipples could be seen and just a shadow of darkness around her nipples slightly glowed through the white top. Meion stood in disbelief and somewhat angry at herself for letting her thoughts consume her to the point of not knowing what she was wearing when she left the house. Her lipstick was almost gone and she didn’t even bother to put on foundation or eye makeup. Even though she was already beautiful without the enhancements, she cursed herself for the fantasies and thoughts that constantly distracted her. Meion being of average height and a figure that most women would die for is very modest about her looks. She has turned a many men heads and without noticing, including a few women. Meion is of a light skinned complexion with a few freckles on her cheeks. Her eyes are a hypnotic light brown; she has brown hair with auburn highlights just past shoulder length. She is more beautiful than she gives herself credit for.
“Oh my god; is this what he saw?” She said to herself as she tucked her pajama shirt in her jeans and smoothed her hands over her body so that everything was nice and neat. She stepped closer to the mirror to better examine her face.
No longer surprised at how she forgot to take care of so many things this morning, with her clothes and seeing the few little freckles on her cheeks was the last straw.
“There’s no way he’s going to get a second look at me looking like this. I got to go home.” She told herself as she rushed out of the restroom, nearly running him down as he got off the elevator with his box of office supplies.
“Are you late for something?” He asked, jokingly.
“No.”
“Where are you rushing off to?”
“Well, it’s getting late, so I figured…”
“Don’t rush off on account of me.” He said. “I’m not a serial killer or some lunatic you have to worry about.” He gave her a smile and continued towards his new office.
“I hope that’s not what you’re really thinking. Is it?” She asked, completely taken in by him to the point of forgetting what she just saw in the mirror.
“Of course not; But if you did, I suppose I would understand.”
“What do you mean?” She started towards him.
“Well, if I run it down to you, you would definitely leave and I don’t really want that to happen.”
“Well, now you’re scaring me.” She said, as they walked passed her lit cubicle. “What do you have in that box?” She asked, jokingly. They both laughed.
“Does that mean you’re staying or do you really have to go?”
“Well…I do still have a few more things to go over. I’ll probably be here a little while longer.”
“That’s my girl.” He said with a wink, but the words and the voice that carried them stopped her in her tracks half way to his office.
Once again, she stood as she did when she first heard his voice. Quickly, a lump grew in her throat and she thought she might even cry. She even began to wonder if even this was a dream. When he realized she was no longer walking beside him, he turned to see if maybe she went back to her desk and found that she was just standing still, staring as if she just saw a ghost or something.
“Did I say something wrong?” He asked as he quickly set his box on the floor and rushed to her side. “Hey? Are you all right? Was it something I said?”
“Nothing…You said nothing wrong. I just remembered that I left the coffee pot on and there wasn’t much left in it.” She said. “I don’t know if you know it or not but, that’s a hell of a thing to try and clean if it burns.”
“Is that all? You had me thinking I offended you or something.”
“What! How? ”
“Some women are offended by the use of the word ‘girl’ when speaking to them. But please know that I did not mean to offend you in anyway.”
“There’s no need for an apology. I took no offense at all. You’re fine.”
“Great. Still friends?” He asked, extending his hand again.
“Of course; now about that pot of coffee;” Meion said with a smile as she shook his hand. “Would you like some?”
“I’d love some; if you don’t mind.”
“How do you like it?”
“Just cream. Thank you.”
“You got it.” Meion said with a smile and walked away.
While Meion waited for the coffee to brew, she tried to remember the man in her dream and if this man looked anything like him. But it seemed, the more she struggled with her memory of the dream and the more she tried to visualize the face in her dream, the more unclear it was. She made two cups, forgetting the cup she already had on her desk.
“Here you are Mr. Drayton.” She offered from the archway of his office.
“Please come in.” He stood up from behind his desk and met her half way across the room to accept the cup of coffee. “And please call me Butch.”
“Is the coffee too strong?”
“No, it’s perfect. Thank you.” He answered, after taking a careful sip.
“Okay. Well, I’ll leave you to take care of your things. I’m going to finish up out there.”
“Oh…okay. Thank you for the coffee.” He said with a slight disappointment that secretly pleased Meion.
“You’re welcome, Butch.”
* * *
Two hours had passed and Meion had actually gotten some work done without any distracting thoughts. It was as if she felt a sudden calm, but she wasn’t sure if it was the coffee or the man down the hall. All the same, she got her work done and was able to go home and enjoy the holidays, curled up on her sofa in front of her miraculous view and a good book…maybe just sit and watch the snow fall. After cleaning her desk and coffee pot, she was ready to leave, but not ready to say goodbye to Basilio. She wanted to know more about him and prayed that he wasn’t married with children or on the verge of either. She stood at the entrance to his office for a moment, just watching him setting up things the way he wanted it. There were files in banker boxes, books on the floor and desk accessories scattered around on his desk.
He stood with his back facing her while he placed books on the bookshelf behind his desk.
“Hey…” She called out to him. “Is this how you’re spending you holidays?”
“I don’t really have anything better to do. So why not?” He answered and turned to face her as he picks up a few more books to place on the shelf.
“What do you mean? It’s Christmas. You know…family, friends, parties and shopping for gifts.”
“Yeah I know, and I would probably be doing all of the above, but I don’t have any family here. I just moved here from Seattle a few weeks ago and sitting around an empty apartment wasn’t my idea of progress of any sort. What about you? Why are you working?”
“I guess I’m somewhat like you. I don’t have any family here and the few friends I have, are out of town visiting their families. I just came in today to go over a few things so that when next year rolls around, I would be prepared.”
“So, why haven’t you planned to go visit your family?”
“I don’t know.” Meion shrugged her shoulders, as she strolled into his office. “I suppose I wanted a quiet holiday this year. You know how holidays can get with family…too many people in one house with a bunch of kids running around screaming, crying and playing. It just gets too noisy.”
“You must have a large family.”
“I suppose you could say that.” She answered, handing him another book from the floor. “Would you like some help?”
“Oh no; I wouldn’t want to keep you from your plans.”
“Mr. Drayton, I just told you my situation was very much like yours.” Meion said with a little sarcasm and turned to leave.
“Where are you going?” He asked.
“Home, Mr. Drayton.”
“I thought I asked you to call me Butch.” He said with dominance she recalled from her dream, which suddenly made her heart skip a beat and stopped her in her tracks once again.
“Yes, you did.” She responded meekly, as she felt like she was back in her dream. She closed her eyes for only a moment and embraced that feeling she may only get to dream about. But for the moment she had this opportunity to find out if this is that man from that very dream.
“Then please…call me Butch. If you would like to stay and help I would be more than happy for the company.”
“Then company you shall have.” She said eager to remain in his presence.
“Would you take that box over by the door and place the contents of it in that curio over there in the corner?”
“Sure.”
She was eager to please, but in the back of her mind she was full of questions…personal questions. But she knew she had to be careful, he was after all, a colleague.
Meion quietly put away the awards and statues from the box, hoping he would speak first, or ask something personal, but he seemed to be focused on getting the office set up.
“So you’re one of the few attorneys replacing the ones leaving, huh?”
“Yes. I’m replacing Rick Boudreaux. He’s retiring, right?”
“Yes he is. He was a very good attorney. He really knew his stuff. I called him the ‘Steven Spielberg’ of law. He knew his stuff inside out.”
“If he was that good, he deserves to retire.”
“Are you originally from Washington or was it work that took you there?”
“No…that’s my home. Not very exciting, but that’s where I’m from.” He responded as he placed the last book on the shelf. “What about you? Is Detroit your home?”
“No. I’m from Indiana. I moved here for no other reason than wanting to move away from home, but not wanting to be too far away. Just incase I get a little home sick.”
“How long have you been living here?”
“It’s going on eight years now. I don’t have any complaints about the place yet, but then again…I don’t do a whole lot of going out or clubbing.”
“Whom do you work under?” He asked, taking a seat behind his desk to put things in an orderly manner.
“I was working with Counselor Mathew Kass. He’s another one of the few that’s leaving. He and his family decided to move away from all the snowy weather here. He asked me to summarize a case for whoever they were going to assign it to but I got tied up with other duties that I didn’t get to finish it up; which is why I’m here on this lovely Christmas Eve.”
“Which case would that be?”
“That would be the Jackson vs. Gibson case.” She said, gently closing the glass curio to start on another project.
“That’s ironic!” He said, looking into her brown eyes.
“What?”
“That’s one of my cases.” He smiled.
Meion could have dropped to her knees from the very idea that she was going to be working so extendedly close with this man. All she could do at this point was try to compose her excitement. She looked in his eyes that seemed to be a deep green, looking for some indication that he may have been joking but it was true. He was the lead for the case she was preparing.
“Sure you are.” She remarked sarcastically, expecting a smile or cynical reply.
“Bring me your synopsis.”
“Okay. I’ll be right back.” She said, walking out of his office rather slowly and in disbelief.
“Quickly, please.” He said. “This is a great advantage to me. I don’t have to search out the file and with a summary already prepared. This is great.”
As she walked back to her cubical, her thoughts and feelings were overwhelming her. She felt this was the man from her dream…but there was no way that she could come anywhere close to the dream with him. She knew she would always be completely distracted at work if her dream ever came to be. But all the same, she wanted him and she wanted him to be that dominating and disciplining man from her dream. She wanted him to scold her, spank her and caress her when it was all over…and tell her how well behaved she had been.
“But none of that can happen.” She said, under her breath as she turned into her cubical.
“What can’t happen?” His voice seemed to follow her to the cubicle, but when she turned around, it wasn’t just his voice that followed her…he was there; standing behind her eager to receive the file.
“Oh my god! Would you stop doing that?” She replied, startled again.
“You seem to talk to yourself a lot. Do you answer yourself too?” He grinned.
“I won’t have to as long as you’re around.”
“You’re cute.” He smiled. “Where’s the file?”
“Oh; Right here.” She handed him the file and reached for her coat.
“Are you leaving now?”
“No…well…” She wanted to stay, just to be with him, but she wanted more of what she couldn’t probably get. “I’m a little chilly, that’s all. Would you like me to leave you alone to read over the case or would you…”
“I would like you to hang around if you don’t mind. I honestly don’t want to hold you up, but this is a great advantage to me. I would really appreciate your help.” He said, as his eyes seemed to change from green to a golden brown.
“Of course I would love to stay and help, but…”
“But; what?”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m getting hungry.”
“Whoa… I’m sorry. I didn’t realize the time. What time did you get here?” He asked, as he looked at his wristwatch.
“Around 7:30 this morning.”
“And all you had was coffee? It’s 1:00 in the afternoon.”
“Well, I’m not much of a breakfast person.” Meion answered.
“I can call and order some take-out and we can have lunch here.” He suggested.
“On Christmas Eve?”
“Oh damn…you’re right. Okay…you go ahead. I can manage.” He said as he headed back down the hall to his office.
“Butch…” Meion called out. “Don’t get the wrong impression, but if you feel comfortable enough, we can pack up and go to my place. I can make lunch and we can go over the case together.”
“Are you sure?” He asked, cheerfully. “I don’t want to seem like a workaholic, and I would suggest my place but I’m still unpacking. My place is a mess.”
“I’m sure; and why not? We apparently are going to be working together on the case.”
“My girl!” He said, stepping into his office. “Just let me grab my things and I’ll be right there.”
Meion was so nervous she became almost queasy. She tried to remember what she had at home to eat, that would be good and didn’t take much effort to prepare. She couldn’t even remember what kind of mess she may have left her apartment in.
“Are you ready?” he asked as he gently placed his hand on the small of her back. That simple touch made Meion feel so sexy and desired; she was beside herself with passionate thoughts of this man.
“Oh! You just don’t know how ready I am.” She thought silently, as she only nodded her head.
“I’ll follow you, so you won’t have to bring me back to my car.”
“That’s fine.”
Secret Revealed
Basilio parked beside Meion in the parking garage of her apartment building and the parking attendant seemed to look surprised at the sight of Meion brining a guy home with her because, she pretty much only entertained her girl friends on Fridays. The parking attendant tried not to stare but, even he was captured by the good looks of Basilio and the way he carried himself and even more so because he assisted Meion as she got out of her car. Everything about Basilio seemed respectful, charming and handsome.
“Merry Christmas Ms. Meion.” The parking attendant greeted with a wink of his approval.
“This seems like a nice place; especially, for the heart of the city.”
“I like it because of the security and it’s close to work.” Meion responded.
“You’re not going to believe this but, I rent an apartment over there at the Pavilion.” Basilio said, pointing to the high-rise across the playground area.
“You’re kidding.”
“It won’t be for long though. My house will be ready in about three months or so.”
“You’re buying a house?”
“Yes. I’m renovating it before I move in. I need the space. Not to take anything away from apartment living… I just like a lot of room.”
“Well, you need a lot of room if you’re taking care of a family. Kids need a place to run around and play.”
“Kids! Who said anything about kids?”
“Well, if you don’t have any now, having a house is a good investment for such future comings.”
“Maybe, but I don’t think my lifestyle is suitable for kids.”
“Oh.” Meion said and wondered what his lifestyle was like. “Lord, please don’t let this fine man be gay or bisexual.” She silently thought and desperately wanted to ask.
“And no; I am not gay. I love women.” Basilio immediately cleared his name and unknowingly answered her question.
“You don’t have to justify anything to me.” She said with a smile as they approached the lobby of the building.
* * *
“Please excuse whatever mess you may see.” Meion said, as she opened the door to her apartment. “I don’t think I was fully awake when I left this morning.”
“No worries. I’m just glad you’re not looking at my messy apartment.”
“If you don’t mind, would you take off your shoes?” Meion requested as she took his coat and hung it up.
“No problem.”
There was a portrait size mirror as soon as they stepped inside and beneath it was a shoe stand with a few pairs of heels and one pair of running shoes. To the right of the mirror are a full bathroom and two bedrooms; one of which had its own full bathroom inside.
“Come on in.” Meion led him down the hall to the left of the mirror. There were photos and plants that traveled through the hall. Upon entering the living room, the whole city and the Detroit River could be seen from her apartment.
“Make yourself comfortable. I’m going to put some coffee on. Would you like some?”
“Yes. Thank you. You have a great view.” Basilio complimented as he looked around for her. “I’m on the fourth floor over there at the Pavilion.”
“Are you afraid of heights?”
“No. I figured since I wasn’t going to be there long; there was no sense in spending the extra money for a view.”
“There’s a desk over in the dining room if you would be more comfortable working over there.” She suggested.
The living room was huge sectional facing opposite of the city view. Across from the sectional, mounted on the wall was a 42-inch flat screen television and just below that sets a small portable bar with unopened bottles of liquor displayed upon it. On either side of the sectional were end tables with lamps on each one. Around the corner, to the right, was the dining area, with a small dinette table set with two place mats and four large pillar candles as the center piece and beyond the dining table, up against the wall was a workstation with a three drawer file cabinet, beside it. As he walked through the dining room, there was a sliding door to the right, where Meion stood in the kitchen preparing a small lunch.
“Actually, the living room would be just fine; if you don’t mind?”
“Whatever makes you comfortable.” Meion called from the kitchen.
Basilio took a seat on the end of the sofa, opened the file and began to read the synopsis that Meion wrote. By the time he was finished and made his own notes, Meion was setting up lunch on the dining table.
“Well, it’s no turkey and dressing but its lunch. I hope you don’t mind soup and sandwiches?”
“Oh I’m sure it’s fine. By the way, I made some changes to your synopsis.”
“Was it too long?” She asked.
“No. It was very well written; it’s just after reading the case, there were so many key factors that I felt should noted up front. I’ll show you when we’re done eating.” He said as he took a sip of the soup.
“Okay.”
“May I ask you why you wrote in your synopsis something about, ‘being turned on by pleasing than being pleased’?”
“What?” Meion gasp nearly chocking on her soup as Basilio got up from the table to retrieve the folder.
“Here I’ll show you.”
Embarrassment took over and she could hardly think of anything to explain why or how that was written there. She definitely didn’t want to see it, let alone have him know anything about it.
Basilio returned to the table with her synopsis and handed it to her. She felt the heat of his stare searching for an explanation. She was too embarrassed to look him in the face, but when she did…those eyes of his were a dark green filled with concern.
“Do you normally work like that?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you usually jot down personal thoughts? There is no relation whatsoever to the case and that specific statement. Should I be concerned about your work habits?” He asked, returning to his seat to finish is soup.
“Absolutely not!” She said, without looking at the paper. “I’m extremely focused when I’m working.”
“Yes…but on what?” He asked, placing a spoonful in his mouth. “Mmm, chicken noodle. I love chicken noodle soup.”
“On work!” Meion continued.
“Then why is your distraction written in the case synopsis?”
Even though he commented on the soup, she could hear the seriousness in his voice. The same calm serious tone from her dream…but this was no dream.
“Well, it was pretty early and…” She tried to explain.
“Yes?” He looked up from his dish and at her.
“…And I may have wondered off for a moment because there were no other distractions. You really don’t have to worry about that happening again.”
“So because there were no distractions, you had to come up with your own?” He grinned. “Meion, I’m going to veer off the subject slightly and go toward the issue here.”
“What do you mean?” She asked, fully flushed now.
“First, take note of my initials…BD; and tell me if you can relate your personal jotted thought to my initials.” He finished his soup and removed his dishes from the table to the kitchen counter, without looking at her and returned to the living room where he continued to read more of the case. Meion sat at the dining table repeating his name and initials in her mind and re-reading her written comment.
“Is this some kind of joke?” She asked.
“No. I’m very serious.” He answered, still looking through the file. “Seems like your having a hard time.” He said, getting up to stand beside her. He placed his hand on her shoulder. “Let me help.”
“How can you help? You would have to know my exact thought, to know why I wrote this, and there’s no way you can know that. Which is why I’m confused about you relating your initials to all of this. So how…better yet, why would you even try to think that you know what I was focused on?”
Basilio turned to look out at the now dark city below.
“First, can you tell me what…if not exact then in general, the thought that was going through you mind at the time you wrote that?”
Meion’s face grew red again, because if there were any thoughts that she could remember, it was definitely the ones that have been creeping in her dreams at night.
“This is ridiculous, Butch.” She commented as she gathered her dishes and took them to the kitchen and began to clean.
“Okay…” he turned to look at her. “What ever it is, you’re too embarrassed to talk about it; right?”
“Oh please! Let’s get pass this.”
“Do you really want to?” He asked, standing under the archway of the kitchen.
She really didn’t, she actually wanted to get to the bottom of the whole thing but could she trust to tell him without jeopardizing her job or being personally criticized?
“Yes.” She lied. “I think that would be best. Don’t you?”
“Sure. But your uncertainty tells me different.”
“I see…you’re a mind reader, huh?” She joked.
“Hmm…I could make you regret saying that.” Basilio pointed out.
There was that wonderful dominance that made her weak in the knees. She wanted him to take her in his arms and make her tell him why she wrote it, but he wouldn’t do that…he had to be careful.
“You can’t make me do anything.” Meion provoked.
“Alright; let’s make it a game. You know… take some of the seriousness away from it. Is that okay with you?”
“Why are you pressing this so much?”
“Because I believe I know what you were thinking about.”
“Oh…you’re a mind reader.” She said, sarcastically.
“Meion Would you like me to leave?”
“Of course not; let’s just get back to work, okay?”
“Sure, let’s get back to work.” Basilio said, returning the sarcasm.
He sat beside her on the sofa and began reading out the details of his changes to her synopsis, but even in his presence she found herself dwelling on the prior conversation. She kept repeating in her mind, his name and initials and wondered how he could even involve his name into her thoughts that are unknown to everyone. But still, while he read and made comments regarding the case, she was trying to put the two together.
Her mind wondered off again. She seemed to continue the daydream she had earlier. She visualized her head resting in the lap of this man with his erect cock in her mouth like a baby bottle and him sweetly asking her if she wanted to be punished. She nods her head in favor of the idea without pulling away and the fact that he was so gentle about it made her all the more hungry for it; and it seemed he knew this was what she wanted and decided to punish her in another way…by not giving her the spanking she wanted so bad. She grew sad and disappointed. He continued to stroke her hair very caringly and position her so that his cock was pulsating at the back of her throat.
“No. I’m not spanking you today.”
She tried to pull away to speak but he kept her firmly in place. She wanted him to touch her in other places, to give her some kind of satisfaction, but he didn’t. He knew she wanted him all the more and he was determined to teach her the value of sacrifice. He looked down at her pouting face with a gentle smile and said, “You’re doing fine.”
“Meion” Basilio called. “Meion”
“Yes.” She snapped back to reality.
“You need to tell me what is going on in that little head of yours. I won’t tolerate this behavior. Now, do you want to work or do you want to finish our conversation from earlier? We need to get to the bottom of this before we start working together.”
Meion was reluctant, but decided to confide in him. She felt it might be better to tell someone she wasn’t close to as her friends or family.
“I’m ready to finish the conversation.” She said.
“Alright; since you were in such deep thought a moment ago, were you thinking of the relationship of my initials and your little note?”
“I tried for a minute…” she started to get up and walk away from him but, he took her by the forearm and gave a squeeze.
“Stay seated, please.” He said nicely.
“I tried. But in all honesty…I can’t relate the two of them. What do you think I was thinking about when I wrote it?” she asked, shyly and feeling almost sick that she was even this close to revealing her secret.
“No. I want you to tell me what you were thinking, and if my interpretation of your note is correct…I’ll tell you. Or if you would like, I could show you.”
His tone was firm and secure. His dominance was frightening and exciting at the same time; she couldn’t take sitting that close to him while she revealed the thought. Again, she got in motion to stand and again…he took her forearm, this time caressing it down to the back of her hand.
“Meion, stay seated right here next to me and tell me.”
“I really don’t know how to put it.” She said, as she took note the patience he displayed and then too, the agitated expression on his face. “But let me first say, that I don’t want you to think badly of me and let’s keep work ethics out of this conversation, because I am a good assistant.”
“You have my word. Now tell me.” He said as he turned slightly towards her, crossed his legs and rested his elbow on the back of the sofa. Although she looked away from him, she could still feel his stare and may have sensed a grin upon his face. Meion took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“Lately…” she couldn’t believe she was about to exposed her deepest desire. “Well, since my sexually active years, I have always fantasized about being submissive and…”
“Go on.” He said softly.
“And…and…I’m sorry! I can’t do this!” She blurted out and darted out of his reach. She went to the dining room and stared out at the random Christmas lights and moving cars below. Before she knew it, Basilio was standing behind her. Not close enough to feel his presence, but close enough to hear his deep voice in her ear.
“And disciplined?” He whispered over her shoulder, sending an overwhelming tingle throughout her body.
“Yes.” She responded so softly that only the ‘s’ of the word could be heard. She began to feel somewhat relieved and less embarrassed but still too ashamed to look at him anymore. She wanted him to come closer…to feel his body next to hers. She wanted him to be that man that she had been imagining and dreaming about for so long.
“That’s my girl.” He said over her shoulder then walked over to the portable bar. “Are you collecting these bottles or may I make myself a drink?”
Meion was still in a stupor over what was just said and the words, ‘that’s my girl’ in that same deep melodious tone…that voice that seemed to have her captured day in and day out, was now here with her and more real than she had ever dreamed. She was so frightened that she was going to do or say something wrong. She didn’t want to lose this; she wanted him to be that man in her dream…that gentle, strong and dominating man that disciplined her so caringly.
“Discipline…” She whispered. “Drayton… ‘D’ is for discipline…his initials B. D. How is the ‘B’ related?”
“Meion!” Basilio called to her.
“Yes?”
“You need to learn how to control those thoughts.”
“No…I was saying, ‘yes’. You can open a bottle.”
“I suppose you want me to get the ice myself? Or am I no longer a guest?”
“I think we shared enough information to re-categorize your status from a guest.”
“Good. I would like you to get the Ice.” He said, handing her his glass. “By the way, my interpretation of your note was correct. I think you deserve to know the relationship of my initials.”
‘You deserve’, played like a melody in her ears and for that moment she felt like she was floating on a cloud and she was more than happy to serve him…in more ways than one. She took the glass without looking him in the eyes…not just from being embarrassed, but it felt so natural to her to behave that way now that her secret was out.
“My initials and your fantasies, as you put it, go hand in hand. Bound and disciplined…B and D., that’s why I said my lifestyle is not suitable for children. You see, I am very aroused with binding and disciplining women and if I decided to get married, I couldn’t have a kid.
“Why not?” Meion asked, handing him his glass of ice.
“I live my life that way…meaning, it’s not just a sex game for me. I love being allowed the control over a person, and because of that, I couldn’t have my kids seeing that. I made that decision a long time ago. Should I marry, it has to be agreed that kids are not a part of the package.” He said, taking a sip of the rum he poured. “Would you like one?” He offered a glass to her.
“No thank you. But, how could you have known what I was talking about from that simple note?”
“Experience” He said, taking her by the hand and leading her back to sit on the sofa. “In the beginning, when I was young, I would just do what I felt was natural with a girl…which was B and D. Not all of the girls I was with understood, not to mention it could have and almost lead to some serious accusations. I had to learn for many years to control that desire… even now; especially now.”
“So, your girlfriend understands?” Meion asked, attempting to fish out if he was already taken, but Basilio picked up on that, instantly. He gave her a look as if to say, ‘how dare you’ with those golden brown eyes that made her quickly look to the floor. If only he knew how his glance aroused her, and then too, she had no idea how much her reaction pleased and aroused him. But once again in his life, he had to be very careful. Especially now; she is after all a colleague from work. The urge was burning inside him. He wanted so bad to take her and teach her…to press her body against the wall… to be inside her and command her to do what he tell her to do. With all those feelings, he looked at her and he fed off of the small submissiveness she displayed, causing his cock grew hard within his pants.
Meion glanced up at him in the silence and saw that he was still staring at her, making her more nervous and feeling like she was stepping on dangerous grounds…that danger aroused her curiosity and desire more than she ever dreamed. But he still hadn’t answered the question and had no intention on answering the question.
“I believe I have worn out my welcome.” He said, setting his drink down.
“No you haven’t.” Meion stood after him.
“Well, I should leave anyway. I still have some unpacking to do.”
“Was it something I said?”
“No.”
“Well, I thought we were having a friendly conversation.”
“Would you get my coat, please?”
“Please don’t leave, Basilio.”
“I have to leave now. Get my coat please.”
“It’s Christmas Eve and neither of us has today or tomorrow to spend it with. Please stay.” She offered, as she handed him his coat.
“I have to go.” He said, planting a kiss on her cheek. “Thank you for lunch. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.” He closed the door behind him.
Meion leaned her back against the door, closed her eyes and listened to the elevator doors open and close. There was heaviness in her chest when she realized that she had confided her story to him and he actually understood. There was no judgment, or strange looks…but he still left. She went into the kitchen to clean the dishes they used, in hopes of shaking her feelings, but even with that, the whole day replayed in her memory. She felt she was falling for this man. She wanted him there so she could tell him that she desired him in the very way that he described. She was willing to learn and experience things he spoke of and the things she dreamed about.
“Why did he leave like that?” she wondered out loud, and then it hit her. “He has someone. That must be it. He never answered the question and then he rushed off. That’s it. He has a wife.” She plopped down on the sofa and sighed deeply. “Just my luck…here I am…haven’t had a decent relationship in ten years, and today I find a man that would be a perfect match and he’s already taken.”
Meion picked up the remote and turned the television on to some random Christmas show and eventually dozed off to sleep where she began to dream about Basilio:
It is a quaint semi-formal gathering where Basilio proudly introduces Meion as his woman. She wore a black evening mini dress overlaid with a sheer black material that split in the front and revealed her naked legs whenever she walked. Her beauty and demeanor complemented Basilio in his simple black tux. Throughout the evening of the party, she could feel him occasionally watching her with a hunger of wanting to be alone with her and she seemed to understand the stare he gave her. She knew he was pleased with her and couldn’t wait to get her home and be inside her.
Meion reached for a glass of wine from a server walking by, while glancing at Basilio across the room where he gave a wink. She understood the signal and anticipated the meaning behind it. She was more than ready to serve his sweet desire tonight. She loves pleasing him because he gave the best rewards.
*
They came in from the party; he undressed her and caressed her. He got into the shower with her and washed her while he constantly kissed and caressed her body.
He took her into the bedroom and while drying her with the towel; he kissed her ever so gently and filled with her with more passion than she could stand. He allowed her to return the caresses and kisses he was giving her as he blindfolded her. He laid her on the bed and kissed her from head to toe.
“Raise your knees and open yourself to me.” He ordered. “Keep your hands at your side and no matter what you feel, keep your hands at your side and don’t remove the blindfold. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes Butch.”
“That’s my girl.” He replied with his lips just brushing the lips of her pussy and the warmth of his breath as he sucked whatever water was left from the shower from her pulsating passion. Meion was overwhelmed with the devotion and care he had already given her, but now with him tenderly stroking his tongue against her and sucking on her clitoris like juice dripping from a peach; she didn’t think she would be able to keep her hands at her side, but she did move her hips in rhythm with the motion of his mouth. He could tell she was just about ready to be satisfied. Her hips moved faster as she clinched to the sheets with her hands and her moans we’re getting louder. He stopped before she reached her peak.
“Turn around.” He said while he carefully assisted her. “And cross your hands behind your back.”
Again, she submitted without rejection or question. He tied her hands together, leaving enough slack to the tie for him to wrap around his hand for leverage. He placed his hand under her belly to assist his next move and with the slack of the tie that he wrapped around his hand for better grip, he pulled her towards him forcing her to her knees; exposing her voluptuous behind and the moist fuzzy peach he just savored. Meion was so moist and ready to explode that he need not to guide himself as he just pulled on the tie and slowly glided himself deep into her…filling her with all that he felt and held back during the party. With his free hand he took the liberty of reddening her buttocks with slow stinging slaps of his open hand every time he pulled her towards him.
“You’re so good to me.” He said with his hardest blow to her buttock. “I love you because you allow me this pleasure.”
With those words and the thickness that filled and stroked her, and each stinging blow, she again felt that ultimate pleasure with pain. She reached her peak before him but he was showing signs of meeting her in that ecstasy. He began to pull on the tie faster, plunging himself deeper and harder into her with every stroke. He moaned with satisfaction, keeping her mounted on him while he savored in the deliciousness of their pleasure.
Meion was eager to put her arms around him, to hold and kiss him.
“When I release you, I want you to keep your hands to yourself. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Butch.” She replied somewhat disappointed, but she had the moment they shared to keep her content until she was allowed to hold him.
He lay beside her, turned off the light and pulled her closer to him. He kissed her shoulders and back, giving her a warm loving feeling.
“May I hold you now?” she asked, sweetly.
“Yes.”
She quickly turned to face him and threw her arm around him, resting her head against his chest. He kissed the top of her head endearingly and stroked her hair.
“I love you.” She whispered.
He put his arm around her and gave a squeeze.
“That’s my girl.” He said, before they fell to sleep.
When Meion woke up, it was 8:00 pm and the TV was playing ‘A Christmas Story’. She was still heartbroken from the way things ended between her and Basilio, but decided there was no use trying to pursue a married man…if that’s what he was. She straightened up the apartment and put the file they were working on, on the workstation and decided to take a hot bubble bath. She made everything nice and cozy so when she got out, she could relax on the sofa and read one of her favorite authors. The only light she left on was a dim light over the kitchen sink, other than that the apartment was shadowed by the city lights that surrounded the ceiling to floor windows. As she walked past the window that faced the Pavilion where Basilio was staying, she took a deep sigh to relieve the heaviness she felt in her heart and tried to dismiss the attraction she had for him.
She lit one pillar candle and had Beethoven playing only loud enough to fill the bathroom. The water was almost unbearably hot and she was careful getting in…gradually adjusting to the temperature. She rested her head back on the inflated bath pillow and closed her eyes.
“Merry Christmas, Meion.” She said to herself. “Here is the silence you wanted.”
For only a moment her mind was clear of Basilio, the conversation and the fantasies; but as she became more relaxed, his beautiful face came to her mind and she could almost hear his voice whispering the word ‘punished’ in her ear as he did earlier. It was at that moment that she decided regardless of the situation, she was going to let him know that she’s attracted to him. She just couldn’t seem to keep that much to herself, especially since she has to work so closely with him in the coming year. She thought she might even request to work with one of the other new attorneys coming in, to eliminate any possible distractions.
Meanwhile, Basilio had returned to her apartment building trying to convince the security guard to allow him into the building.
“Thank you very much.” Basilio said to the guard. “She didn’t want me to leave earlier and I felt bad that I did. When I tried to call her and didn’t get an answer, I started to worry.” He lied.
“No problem sir. Ms. Meion is a pretty down to earth person. I’m sure she’ll understand.” The guard said, knocking on her apartment door, but getting no answer.
“It seems she must have gone to sleep, sir. She’s not answering. Maybe you should try her tomorrow.” The guard suggested.
Basilio reached for his wallet and handed the guard a crisp one hundred dollar bill.
“It would mean a lot to me if you would allow me to wait at least fifteen minutes. If she doesn’t answer in the next fifteen minutes, you will see me downstairs leaving the building. Please.”
“Sir…”
“I assure you…” Basilio reached into his wallet again, this time taking out one of his business cards and handing it to the guard. “If anything goes wrong you can give the police or whoever, this information. Fifteen minutes, please.”
“Yes sir, but only fifteen minutes.” The guard reluctantly agreed as he took the money and walked to the elevators.
As soon as the guard disappeared on the elevator, Basilio started prying a credit card between the door and with almost no effort the door was opened and he let himself in. After locking the door behind him, he was startled by his own reflection in the hall mirror. He recalled her first request to remove his shoes, which he did very quietly.
To the right of him he could hear the soft music of Beethoven, which he followed to her bedroom and beyond the bathroom door the music was slightly louder. For only a moment he stood there and looked around the room. She had the blinds closed. A canopy bed sat in the center of the room with a nightstand on either side of it. On the bed, she had a long satin nightgown waiting for her return and half the coverlet pulled back inviting her in once she was done.
Basilio left the room when he heard the music stop and planted himself on the living room sofa. From where he sat, he could see her bedroom and he waited for her to come from the bathroom. He sat with his legs crossed and his arms stretched out across the back of the sofa, and he did all he could to keep himself from growing hard from the things he thought of doing to her.
Finally, she came out of the bathroom with steam following behind her. She was wrapped in a large pink bathrobe combing through her hair. From the corner of her eye she thought she saw a shadow of a person sitting on the couch, but thought nothing of it, knowing she was alone.
“Let me do that for you.” His deep voice carried to her room causing her to scream.
“Butch! Is that you?” she yelled, dropping her comb and holding her robe closed.
“Yes.” He answered, getting up to go to her. “I’m sorry for leaving like that.” He leaned against the door with his arms folded looking into her brown eyes.
“How did you…?”
“May we talk?” He interrupted.
She didn’t really care how he got in; she was just glad that he was there and wanted to be there…and made such a successful effort to be with her.
“Uhm Yes.” She answered, looking down at the comb she dropped as Basilio picked it up.
He gently took her by the hand and led the way to the living room, where he pulled the ottoman out for her to sit while he combed through her hair. Meion was so captured in his gentleness all she thought about was being in his arms.
“I want to tell you something, Butch.” She was ready to let him know how attracted she was to him.
“No. There is something I have to say first.” He stopped combing her hair and sat on the sofa directly behind her. She turned to face him and she looked into his greenish brown eyes attentively. “I know that everything that was said today was a very risky subject for us and my actions this evening doesn’t make it any better but…I want you to know that I didn’t leave like that because of the things you told me or the things I shared with you.”
“Then why did…?”
“Don’t interrupt me.” He said with the same ‘how dare you’ expression he gave her earlier, making her look to the floor. “Meion, look at me.”
“Yes.” She looked into his eyes and while he spoke, her mouth began to water for want of a kiss of those lips. “I know…” she started. “You’re married or have a girlfriend. That’s why you left. I understand.”
Meion stood to walk away but Basilio grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her close to his body, pinning her wrist to the small of her back.
“I need you to listen carefully.” He said with his lips just brushing hers, but she didn’t care to hear anymore at that moment…she just wanted him to take her.
“Alright, I’m listening.”
“I don’t know your situation and I don’t know what you think of me but you are the only woman I have ever met, that had a curiosity for such a delicious treat. And because I’ve had to control my desires and way of thinking for so many years now… I was hoping that you would allow me to share that experience with you.”
Meion suddenly felt weak and almost light headed. She wanted this to happen more than she could ever describe, but she didn’t want this to be just an experiment or someone he would run to, when he couldn’t get his girlfriend to participate. This thing that she desired…she always imagined it happening because the man loved her and loved her all the more because she allowed him to punish her. For her, this couldn’t be a casual thing and she had to make him understand that.
“Butch…I can’t.”
“I understand.” He said, squeezing her hand and trying to hide his pain of rejection. He headed for the front door to leave.
“Butch,” She called after him, grabbing his hand. “You didn’t let me say what I want to tell you. Will you please stay and let me say what I wanted to say. Please have a seat and let me make you a drink. Okay?”
“Yeah, sure; I could use one right now.” He said, taking a seat on the sofa as she laid his coat across the back of it on her way to the kitchen for some ice.
Meion kneeled down by his feet and handed him his drink. He quickly took a sip and sat back on the sofa. She had no idea that serving him this way aroused his desire even more. He began to feel that he could love this woman. She was so well mannered. It was like she knew the life of B&D but yet she never had the experience. It amazed him how all his life he looked for a woman that would appreciate the lifestyle and here he stumble upon a woman, who may have trained herself to be submissive…to the point where it seems to come natural to her, and she’s rejecting him.
“What I wanted to tell you is that I am very attracted to you and I would love more than anything to share that experience with you…” she said, looking into his eyes and resting her hand on his knee.
“But…” he included.
“But, I’m looking for a meaningful relationship and if I am to share something as special as that, it couldn’t be in a casual way.” She said, rubbing his knee as she got in motion to stand.
“Stay where you are.” Basilio said, setting his drink down. She obeyed without looking at him. He took her hand in his and kissed the palm of it. “Meion, my whole life has been casual but, only because I couldn’t find a woman who would want to live in a relationship like that. To them it was just a game, but it’s more than that to me. It’s the way I live my life. This is who I am…and I have been looking for someone who understands that.” He said, and then lifted her chin with his index finger. “You seem to be that someone.”
“So you don’t have a girlfriend?”
He smiled at her, helped her up and made room for her next to him. He raised her legs and placed them across his lap.
“No…” he grinned. “Are you that someone?”
“Yes I am. All my life I have been that someone but never knew how to pursue it.”
“You don’t have to anymore if you want to share it with me. Do you?”
“I do, but I’m a little scared. I don’t know what to expect.”
“We’ll begin very slowly.” He whispered. “We did after all just meet.” He said, cradling her in his arms like a child.
“You’re right.” She said with a girlish smile. “Basilio…I have wanted to put my arms around you for the longest. Do you think that would be alright?”
“I think we both deserve that much.”
With his approval, Meion threw her arms around his neck and gave a squeeze. His cologne was hypnotizing and his face was smooth and soft, even his five o’clock shadow felt nice against her face. As she pulled away, she kissed his neck. Basilio enjoyed feeling this way and Meion asking for permission to hold him, let him know that he had found what he was looking for.
“Damn girl. You’re smooth.”
“What do you mean?” she asked innocently.
“I see I’m going to have to watch you.”
“Huh?”
“You had my permission for the hug, but the kiss you stole.”
Meion smiled and rested her head on his shoulder.
“Oh yeah” He said with a grin. “I’m going to enjoy you. But because we have so much to learn about each other, we have to go slow. You understand?”
“Yes Butch.”
“That’s my girl. Now you go on and finish doing what you started before I came.”
“You’re not leaving are you?” She asked disappointedly as she stood to get dressed for bed.
“I’ll stay for a little while but not too late.”
“Great! Make yourself at home. I’m just going to put my nightgown on.”
Basilio finished his drink and put the glass in the sink. He was more excited and happy than he led on to be, but that was his intention for her sake. He couldn’t very well allow her to see that side of him yet. But in the meantime, he smiled inside and thought of so many things that he could teach her, that he could hardly wait to teach her. “Go slow.” He silently reminded himself. “She will soon be yours.”
“Can I get you something?” Meion asked, coming down the hall, as Basilio was making himself comfortable on the sofa. He wanted her and nothing else, especially seeing her in that satin gown that seemed to silhouette her hourglass figure and the natural movement and shape of her breast as she walked into the room.
“No. I would like for you to come and sit with me instead.”
Meion was overwhelmed with emotions from, shy, nervous, fear and being happy all at once. She felt like a child at Christmas, receiving a gift she had waited all year for. She sat at his feet on the floor and rested her head on his knee.
“Oh my god.” Basilio thought silently. “She’s amazing.” He wasn’t sure if he would last long in taking all of this slow. Everything about her behavior was perfect, which is the main reason for taking it slow. He had to be sure that she could live this way and not only when she was in the mood to be obedient. But these things about her had him captured in her every being. He felt he was in love…he was almost certain that, that’s what he is feeling right now.
He put his hand on her head and stroked her hair and as he did this, Meion hugged his leg. He laid his head back on the sofa in disbelief of this woman. It was like a dream to him. He wanted to be inside her; he wanted to show her now, how well he could spank her. He wanted to see the redness on her buttocks from his hand or any other instrument he decided to use, and have her bound in ways she probably never imagined. He was becoming erect and considered leaving to rid the temptation, but he wanted to be in her presence too much to leave.
“Meion”
“Yes.” She answered without moving.
“Come sit next to me.”
She was more than happy to be close to him. She sat snuggled up to him with her feet on the sofa.
“Let’s watch some TV.” He suggested, in need of a distraction as he reached for the remote control. “What do you want to watch?”
“It doesn’t matter to me. You’re the guest…you can watch whatever you want.”
Basilio turned to a sports channel playing the highlights of football’s past. This was sure to distract him from his previous thoughts of binding and disciplining her.
“Let me know if you want anything or you can just help yourself.” She offered, resting her head on his shoulder.
She sat quietly caressing his hand as he continued to watch TV. She examined the heaviness of his hand and thought of the power he could put behind it when spanking her. She stroked each finger with her thumb and forefinger, examining the length and thickness of each one. She then worked her way up to his forearm and then to his biceps. Meion was mesmerized by his size and could only imagine the strength behind it all.
“Stop it!” Basilio demanded as she worked her way towards his chest.
“I’m sorry.” She quickly pulled away. “May I rest my head in your lap?”
“You don’t want me to stay very long do you?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then why do you insist on making it hard for me. I know you must know that I want to take you right here and now.” He said sternly. “Now behave and stop teasing.”
Meion took a throw pillow from the sofa and laid her head on it away from Basilio with her feet near him. He surprised her by rubbing her feet, but she didn’t look his way…she stared as if she were watching TV.
“Do you follow sports?” he asked.
“No, but I always wanted to go to a live football game.”
“You probably don’t even know the rules of the game, huh?”
“I know they either have to kick the ball through the top of the ‘H’ or run the ball to it.”
“You’re just too cute. You know that?” he said, moving his hands from her feet to her calves.
Although Meion was disappointed that she couldn’t caress him anymore, she didn’t dare tell him he couldn’t do the same…besides, she was truly enjoying it. Basilio began to tell the rules of the game, but it wasn’t long before she fell asleep.
When Basilio looked over at her, he noticed that she was in a deep sleep. Still laying in the fetal position, her mouth was slightly ajar and one hand hanging off the sofa. Her gown accentuated her form and figure. For a moment, he sat and watched her sleeping while still rubbing her legs and feet. He couldn’t help picturing himself with her, whether in public or behind closed doors. He imagined having her bound to the bed with her legs and arms spread while he whipped her across her nipples and demanding that she hold back any sound that she thought she might make, and taking a wider strap to her vagina. “Tears…” he thought. “I want to see tears flowing form you eyes.” He envisioned her delivering those tears just so he could kiss them away, while he made love to her and then cradling her when it’s all over.
“I’m going to cherish you.” Basilio said, as he picked her up and carried her to her bed. He pulled the covers over her shoulders and kissed her lips. “You will soon be mine.” He declared before leaving the room.
The Dream Come True
As the morning sun pried its light rays through the blinds in Meion’s bedroom, she woke up thinking that everything that happened last night was just another one of her fantasies or dreams.
“He didn’t come back last night.” She silently thought.
She sat up in bed with her face in her hands and almost wanted to scream out of frustration for the dreams and fantasies that she couldn’t control. She remembered last night like a dream and laid back down holding her pillow as if it were Basilio. She made up in her mind, whether dream or not, that she loved him and was willing to do anything for him…even if he belonged to someone else.
Meion got out of bed to make a pot of coffee and a small breakfast. As she walked through the living room, she saw a business card lying on the ottoman. She picked it up and it read:
You’re beautiful when you’re sleeping. Call me when you wake up. His cell phone number was written below.
It all became clear as she read the note; that last night was not a dream…she did hold and touch him and he did rub her feet. He even threatened to discipline her. Meion felt like a teenage girl with a crush…but she didn’t want to seem too eager. She kissed the card and set it back down and instead of calling him like the note requested, she carried on with her plans of a small breakfast and a little TV.
By 7:30, she figured it was still too early to call him and decided to go out for a quiet walk through the park. Meion love the snow, even as a child she loved being out in the snow listening to the sound of her footsteps in the snow and staying out long enough to begin to shiver, just so she could come in to something hot to drink and wrap up in a warm blanket in front of a fireplace or TV and that’s what she did.
All during her cold and snowy stroll through the park she caught herself smiling through the new emotions she was having and had last night, and praying that it’s all real. She imagined what their first time together would be like and if he would show the gentleness she often dreamed about; then she remembered the way he was last night…strong and patient. She looked up to the sky with a smile and spread her arms out. She felt she would have skipped if she thought no one would be watching. She headed back to the apartment as the snow began to fall heavier.
Meion couldn’t wait to see Basilio again and hoped that he would be awake by the time she made it back to her apartment. But Basilio was more than awake; he was there in the lobby waiting for her, wearing dark jeans, Timberland boots and a Polo shirt. He sat with is legs crossed and his coat lying across his lap, laughing and talking to the doorman.
“Ahh, here she is now.” The guard said to Basilio.
“Good morning, Jacob.” Meion greeted the guard with a smile that soon went away when she saw the disappointed look on Basilio’s face and this time she actually saw his eyes change from brown to green.
“Good morning.” She offered to Basilio, which was accepted dryly as he said his farewell to the guard to follow Meion to the elevators.
Once on the elevator, Meion didn’t look up any further than the ‘22’ button she pushed to get to her floor.
“I asked you to call me. Did you get the note I left for you?”
“Yes, but it was 6:30 when I woke up this morning. I thought it was too early. I didn’t want to wake you.”
Basilio didn’t say another word, but when they stepped into the apartment he spoke his piece.
“Are you angry with me?” Meion asked taking off her coat and shoes and gasping when Basilio walked through without removing his.
“Are you serious about trying this with me?” he asked, tossing his coat on the sofa and trying not to sound too angry.
“Yes. I want this more than anything.”
“Come sit down. We need to clear some things up.”
“I know. I should have called but…”
“Meion, don’t say another word until I am done. Do you understand?”
“Yes Butch.”
“I’m not going to make a big issue out of this because I said that we would take it slow, but just so you are aware; I would have had you bound, gagged and whipped for not doing what I ask of you. But this is your first time and you didn’t know that about me, but now that you do, are you sure this is what you want? I need to know now.”
Meion looked up at him standing over her and nodded her that she still wanted to be with him.
“Come here.” He grabbed her cold hand and pulled her up. He hugged her and whispered in her ear. “You have no idea how bad I want you right now.”
With those words, Meion began to melt inside and he had no idea that she was all the more willing to let him do as he pleased with her.
“Will you?” she whispered back.
“You want me to?”
“Yes.” She replied softly and somewhat frightened of the unknown.
“Baby, as bad as I want you, I want you to feel like I care about you before we go as far as what you’re asking. I can be pretty hard and rough which may make you feel like I don’t care about you and we want more than that; right?”
“Right.” She responded with a disappointed whisper in his ear as she hugged him.
“But…we did establish the main point of this last night…and that was that we were going to give it a try.” He said, releasing his embrace.
“Yes.” She replied, trying to be cheerful.
“So now I have to give you your first lesson.”
“Okay…I’m ready to learn.”
“Go into the bedroom and undress. When I come in, I want to see your ass up and hands holding the post of the headboard.”
Meion was suddenly struck with fear of the unknown and excitement of the much desired.
“Do you understand?” he asked.
“Yes.” She answered with a hint of fear in her eyes as she looked him in his beautiful eyes. He held the back of her neck and finally kissed her with the passion he was holding back and what she had been longing to taste; a kiss that would have made her fall to her knees if he wasn’t holding her.
***
Basilio stepped into the bedroom to the sight of Meion in the position he requested, with her moist pussy peeking through her thighs below her pear shaped buttocks. As he walked over to her, he ran his hand across her bottom, up her back and to the back of her head, where he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head up to face him. He kissed her like before, making her weak once again.
“This is what happens when you don’t listen to me.” He said, as he slung his belt from the loops of his pants.
“Butch” Meion called over her shoulder. “I’m scared.”
“Don’t be. I’ll be gentle. Do you think you can be quiet or do I need to gag you?”
“I’ll try.” She answered, gripping the posts tighter and biting her bottom lip as he quickly release with the first stinging blow of the belt to her bottom. She felt a surge of bittersweet ecstasy as he delivered the second blow and then another. She looked over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of the handsome, strong man that delivered her very fantasy.
“Turn around.” He said. “Don’t look back and don’t let go.”
There came another blow harder than the others that brought tears to her eyes and then another. She almost felt she couldn’t take anymore without some kind of tender touch or affection. Meion made an attempt to move out of the way but was caught by the tip of the belt, causing more of that bitter sweetness she craved for so many years.
“Hold still, baby.” He ordered, delivering the next blow to the back of her thighs and again returning to her now heated red buttocks.
Basilio continued to swing away and mark her well enough to last the whole day. He wanted to plant himself inside her and feel the heat from her ass against his pelvis, but it was too soon for that. As much as he wanted to make love to her, he decided, training should be first.
Meion was now exhausted from her pleasure and her face drenched with tears. Basilio has ceased and placed his hand on her heated, red behind and caressed each cheek with a kiss.
“Don’t let go yet.” He said. “Are you sure you can deal with this kind of relationship? This is not a game.” He asked, pulling her head back and was pleased to see her tears.
“Yes Basilio. I want this…I want you.”
“That’s my girl.” He said with a smile and kissed her mouth like it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted and because she was so obedient and willing, she was the most delicious thing he ever tasted.
“Can I hold you?” she asked.
“You did surprisingly well.” He remarked, removing her hands from the posts as he sat on the end of the bed and laid her head in his lap. He pulled the strands of her hair away from her face.
“Was it so bad that you had to cry?”
“No…”
“Then why are you crying?”
“I’ve just had a fantasy fulfilled and…”
“And what?”
“I am so happy.” She said shamefully.
He didn’t let her see the grin he had on his face. He was so proud of her. She had given an answer he had long to hear for years from someone so beautiful. It was his confirmation that she would be true to the life of B&D, but it was still very early in the relationship and this was just the beginning of the way he can be. He knows how hard and strict he can be and she has yet to experience it.
“You don’t need to be ashamed anymore, Meion…and I can help you overcome that shame you so often relate to this.”
“How?” she asked, wiping away on side of her face.
“Come with me to the hall.” He said, helping her up.
Basilio stood her in front of the mirror and stood behind her
“First of all…look at how beautiful you are.”
As he said this, Meion cupped her hands over her pubic area.
“Never do that in front of me.” He ordered and placed her hands at her side. “Now turn around and look at your behind.”
As Meion viewed her red behind, she stroked the whelps that were forming and began to feel a sense of pride, that her man was so dedicated to discipline and teach her to be proud of it. Basilio grabbed her by the waist, pulled her close to him and kissed her lovingly.
“Go put on a robe and come to the living room.” He said with a smile.
***
While in the bedroom, Meion stood in front of her vanity mirror and examined her behind again and a smile formed on her face as she was so happy this was all finally taking form in reality. She grabbed a light robe and tied it closed. She didn’t bother to put on slippers or socks. She could hear Basilio in the kitchen searching through cabinets for something as she made her way up the hall to the living room.
“Can I help?” she asked standing under the archway of the kitchen.
“Yeah; where do you keep the coffee?”
“It’s in the refrigerator.” She answered as she went to get the coffee but he insisted that she take a seat in the living room.
“I don’t know if I can sit.”
“You’re so cute.” He grinned. “That was nothing compared to a whip. Besides, I want you to remember it…and every time it happens, I want you to remember it.”
Meion sat on the sofa and just as she thought, the pain seemed to be stinging like pricking needles. She decided to sit on her hip with her feet beneath her to keep from feeling the throbbing pain.
“I want you to sit on your behind. You need to get used to it.” Basilio said as he entered the living room with two cups of coffee.
Meion sat up slowly; trying to hide whatever painful expression may come about.
“That’s my girl.” He praised and sipped the coffee. “Now, I’m going to tell you why you were disciplined.”
“It’s because I didn’t call.”
“No…not just because of that, but I had planned to make you breakfast and to go for a drive to Mackinaw Island where I have a cottage.”
“Oh Butch, I am truly sorry. I didn’t know.” She exclaimed, setting her cup down and kneeling by his feet.
“That’s why you should have called. That is also why you need to do as I ask, because you’ll never know what I have planned.”
“I am so sorry.”
“No worries. You took your punishment well.”
“Can we still go?” she asked, still sitting on the heels of her feet.
“Sit on your behind.” Basilio ordered.
Meion got up and took her seat and continued to drink her coffee with a bit of disappointment upon her face. She had never been to a cottage and for as long as she’s been living in Michigan; she’s never been to Mackinaw Island. This would have been the perfect Christmas if she didn’t ruin it.
“I think it’s too late to leave now.” He lied to test her reaction.
“I promise to do as you ask from now on.” She swore.
Her vow was exactly what he wanted to hear and he intends to make her keep it. Basilio got up and took his cup to the kitchen.
“We don’t have to be back in the office until after the New Year. How long would you like to stay?” he called from the kitchen.
“How ever long you want to stay is fine with me.”
“Alright,” He said coming from the kitchen. “Go get packed and I’ll come back for you.”
“Thank you, Butch.”
Meion got up and gave him a hug and kissed his cheek. It seemed like every time she got this close to him, he would get an erection and he feared that because of this, he may do some damage when they finally get intimate. He returned the kiss as he held her by her tiny waist. He kept telling himself; “It won’t be long before I will have her.”
“No need to pack any underwear.” He called out as Meion ran down the hall to her bedroom to pack and he closed the apartment door behind him.
***
The car drive to the island was all but quiet and Basilio wanted to use this time for them to get to know some personal things about each other because, he’s very serious about her…probably more than she would ever know.
“I bought groceries for the place before I made my attempt to set up the apartment. So there should be plenty of food.”
“I’m so excited. I’ve never been to a cottage. Is it small and cozy like what you see on TV?”
“Some are.”
“What about yours?”
“I suppose that would be set by the eyes of the beholder. It has two bedrooms, two full baths and a fireplace. The back deck has the view of the lake and you can see part of the Mackinaw Bridge from it. You’ll see. I think you would like it.”
“I’m sure I would. What made you think of this?”
“Well, to be honest, that’s where I had planned on spending my holiday after getting my office set up, since I don’t know too many people here. I used to go every year for vacation.”
“Why did you stop?”
“I got bored with coming up here alone.” He said with a smile and took her hand in his.
“You have me now.” Meion smiled back with a childlike grin.
“I hope so but we’ll see.” He said.
“Butch, why don’t you believe that this is the type of relationship I want?”
“I don’t think you can deal with the demands or would want to for the long term. You did say that you only fantasized about it right? You’ve never actually experienced that type of relationship; right?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“Then for you to experience it just once isn’t enough to say that, this is the way you want to live your life. I know people that take this lifestyle very serious and can be pretty damn harsh and not everyone can tolerate that much discipline and strictness.
“How harsh do they get?”
“I see I aroused that curiosity again.” He teased.
“Yes you did. So tell me.”
“I have a buddy that lives here that is a strong believer of S&M and he has his wife completely enslaved to his every desire. He doesn’t hide it from anyone…whether they’re in public or behind closed doors. His wife is so committed that she let her family members know that this was the life she chose and he loves her all the more for it.”
“What does S&M involve?”
“You don’t have to worry about that with me…unless you truly upset me. Which, I hope you never do.”
“I would never intentionally upset you.” Meion replied, looking out the car window at the snowy scenery.
“I may beat you occasionally without reason, just to remind you that you are mine. But I’ll never have you do any of the things Steve has his wife do. That will never happen.”
The only few words that seemed to replay in Meion’s mind was the words, ‘you are mine’, and she relished in the thought of belonging to him.
“I will always treat you with respect and take care of your every need…including, spankings.”
“What did he do with his wife that you disagree with so much?”
“He did something that I felt should have been done in private…and I’ll leave it at that.”
“You know…I remember a few years ago, my brother was dating this girl that insisted on provoking him, even when he would give in just so she would go away. But she didn’t seem like she was content until he hit her. Do you think I’m like her?”
“I don’t know. Do you provoke your boyfriends?”
“Not intentionally, the few that I had.”
“How old is your brother?”
“He’s forty now.”
“Do you have any sisters?”
“No just my brother and me. We could hardly stand each other until our father died. Now we’re closer than ever. He would do anything for me and, me for him.”
“You mother still living?”
“Yes. She would love you.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Because she’s wanted to see me with a good man, considering the few she met were jerks.”
“How so?”
“She thought they were inconsiderate and rude. They would call the house and ask for me without greeting the person answering the phone. She hung up on one guy that called and said; “Let me speak to Meion”. She told me I had to cut him loose quick.”
“Meion”
“Yes.”
“How long ago was this?”
“Oh, that was my senior year in high school.”
“High school?” Basilio asked surprised.
“Yes. Why?”
“You’re pulling my leg, right?” he grinned.
“No. I didn’t have time for a relationship while I was in college.”
“Okay, but you’ve been out of college for how long now?”
“About three years; but I still take refresher courses.”
“And you never got the urge for companionship?”
“Well of course. I was just looking for a certain kind of relationship but I didn’t know how to go about finding it. I spent a lot of lonely nights imagining the kind of relationship I wanted.”
That statement alone made her all the more precious to him. He looked over at her gazing out the window at the trees and sky and thought to himself that he had to do everything right; simply because she had plenty of time to put together the perfect relationship and he didn’t want to lose her. He knew he had to pay close attention to details and really study her. She already showed signs of submissiveness but she had a hint of rebellion about her, which was a flag to him that she appreciated being disciplined. Basilio reached over and with his index finger, turn her face towards him.
“And you decided to give me a try? Or have you given up on that perfect image you had?”
“I think you are that man that I’ve been dreaming about each time.”
“You’re sweet.” He said, taking her hand into his. But what he didn’t know was that she was serious. From the sound of his voice to his demeanor, he seemed to match the dream to perfection…even the way he punished her.
***
The horse carriage pulled up to a large Lincoln log cabin that Meion was immediately taken in by. The roof as covered by a thick blanket of snow. There were two huge snow cover evergreen trees on either side of the cabin and a deck that appeared to go all the way around the cabin.
As they walked into the small foyer of hard wood floors, Basilio set down their bags and hung their coats in the closet. The foyer opened to a large living room with a center fireplace, which shared its comfort with the dining room and kitchen. There was a sliding door in the living room that led to the back deck.
“Make yourself at home.” Basilio said, walking through the living room with the bags. “I’m going to take these upstairs and I’ll be back to show you around.”
He disappeared down a short hallway that led upstairs and beyond the stairs were four doors. Meion looked up and could see Basilio from the balcony going into a room. She turned and walked over to the sliding door and stared out at the beautiful winter scenery of evergreens and snow-covered trails.
“Are you ready for the personal tour or would you like me to get the fireplace started?”
“Show me, please.”
“Well, from where we stand, you see the obvious, kitchen, living room and dining room.” He said as he guided her by the hand through the hall. “This is the bathroom and guest room.” He said, opening each door and just pointing out the linen closet.
“What room is that?” Meion asked of the door he didn’t point out or open to display.
“You’ll learn about that room later.” He said as he led the way to the upstairs. But even as they ascended to the upper level, Meion continued to look at that door until it was no longer in her sight and she wondered why it had to be something she would learn about later. Why was it closed and most of all, what did he have to hide in there…and then too, should she be afraid?
At the top of the stairs to the left was a loft that overlooked below and to the right was the master bedroom with a king size bed with tree-like posts and a night table on either side of it. Across from the bed a walk-in closet, dresser and a large bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub, separate shower and a small door to the private toilet.
“Oh Butch, this place is amazing! I love it!”
“Well, like I said…its home away from home. I want you to get settled and don’t be shy. If there is something you want you are welcome to it. Now you go on and put your things away and I’m going to get the fireplace going to knock the chill off in this place.”
Meion couldn’t believe her surroundings or the man she was with. Although it’s all real, it seems more like a dream than any of the dreams she’s had. Everything was beautiful and perfect. The snow, the cottage and the memory of her first punishment with Basilio, had her soaring mentally on cloud nine. She even thought her girlfriends wouldn’t believe something so sweet if she told them.
“What would you like for dinner?” Basilio asked as Meion came down the stairs.
“What do you have?”
“I’ll make some steaks. How is that?”
“That sounds good. Can I help with anything?”
“No. Not yet. You can turn the television on if you like.”
“I’d like to go walk around first.”
“Outside?” He asked surprised.
“Yes. I love the cold and snow, and this place is perfect to come back to and warm up.”
“I wish you had said that before I started the fire.”
“Why? I can go alone.”
“I don’t want you to go out alone.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t have to go now. We’re going to be here for a few days, right?
“Yeah”
“Then I have plenty of time.”
“That’s my girl…easy to please. Would you take the steaks out of the freezer?”
***
As night began to fall, Basilio and Meion sat snuggled next to each other on the oversized sofa watching the dancing flames of the fireplace. All the while, Meion was simply in heaven with the man of her dreams and fantasies soon to be filled. She felt as though they were the only two people in the world.
She lay with her head in his lap thinking of the room that was not revealed to her and wondered if she dare ask about it again.
“Butch”
“Yes.”
“What’s in that room back there? Is it your office or something?”
“No and I don’t want you to ask about it again. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” She answered but the curiosity was eating her up…wondering what the big deal was and then again, she only met him yesterday. He could be some serial killer and keeps the tokens of his kill in that room. “Should I be concerned?” she asked somewhat joking.
“Only if you insist on inquiring about it.”
“Okay. Since the fire is dying down; do you think we could go for that walk now?”
“If you want to; fair warning though…”
“What?”
“There isn’t much light out there. We’ll need a flashlight. We’ll go through the back, but not too far or for too long. I have plans for you.”
That statement alone almost made Meion want to stay just to find out what his plans were, since everything else had been so nice. She even hoped that he wanted to make love but she wouldn’t dare ask…maybe his plans are behind that closed door she couldn’t get off her mind.
They walked along a snowy path that probably would have been seen better without the snow and much to his surprise, the full moon gave enough light to see in front of them. Meion looked up to the sky and beyond the moon were stars that could never be seen from her apartment and the way the moon reflected off the snow, the flashlight was almost not needed. As they walked along the frozen lakes edge, shadows of large and small animals could be seen and heard. There were even a few deer that crossed their path.
On the way back, Basilio asked something she never expected.
“Are you ready to be my woman?”
“Yes, but I thought we already established that.”
“And are you truly ready to live up to my standards of B&D?”
“Yes. But you’re starting to scare me Butch.”
“Good. Fear helps you remain obedient.”
“What do you mean?”
“Because you are new to this and have probably only imagined a small part of what B&D can be; I have a few tests for you.”
“What kind of tests?”
“Let’s just say…if you pass them, then I will be sure that you won’t leave the relationship because you can’t handle the discipline and expectations. These tests will confirm for the both of us that this is in fact what you want…and you get to learn more about the kind of man I will be for you.”
“You have my word. I want nothing more.” She exclaimed, stopping in her tracks.
With her verbal confirmation, Basilio put his arms around her and drank a long kiss from her mouth. Meion was so drunken by the taste of his sweet kiss; she didn’t realize he was undoing her coat and then her blouse. She began to feel the cold air upon her breast causing her nipple to become hard beneath her lacy bra. He removed her coat and let it fall to the grown. Meion put her arms around him and returned every caress and kiss he delivered to her. She gasps from the touch of his cold hands moving around her waist and up her back, where he smoothly undid her bra.
“Butch!” She whispered against his lips as he continued to relish her mouth. “It’s cold out here.” She said, looking around for other people.
“Shh…your test has begun.” He whispered, nibbling on her ear and despite the cold she was weakened by the pleasure he was giving her.
He removed her blouse and bra and kissed her breast, just teasing her nipples that were already perked. He covered them with the warmth of his mouth causing her knees to buckle beneath her. He caught her with the one arm he still had around her waist and pulled her even closer as he nursed the other breast. Drunk with passion, Meion gave in to the moment and stroked his soft curly hair as she began to moan even louder with desire. Basilio pulled away, picked up her things and tucked them under one arm then led her by the hand, back to the cottage.
“Basilio, I need my clothes.” She called out trying to cover her self with her free hand.
“I want you to stay this way. You will obey; right?”
“Yes.” She said, somewhat afraid of what would come next and only hoping that it would be some tenderness along with it.
Just before they reached the cabin, Basilio stopped and admired her before going back into the warmth of the cabin. He wrapped her coat around her shoulders and led her inside, where again he drank another kiss from her mouth and held her tightly against his body.
“Go upstairs and get ready for me. That means, take your shower and get ready for bed. There will be no need for pajamas or underwear.” He ordered, looking into her eyes with a dominance she now seemed to fear.
As she walked up the stairs she caught a glimpse of him unlocking and entering the one door that stirred her curiosity…but now toyed with her fear.
All while Meion showered her imagination and fear of the unknown teased with her to the point where she almost feared leaving the safety of the bathroom. She wondered if he was angry with her from the way he told her to get ready for bed…but he couldn’t be, because she didn’t refuse or question his request. She mostly feared the secret behind the door of the room she would soon learn about and what he could be retrieving from it now.
Meion stood wrapped in a bath towel looking out the bedroom window trying to hold on to the passion Basilio had given her during their walk and remembered his statement of the tests she will soon be presented with. She remembered how he said he would always respect and take care of her, and she tried to let that comfort her…for the unknown was making its way up the stairs.
Behind her she could hear his footsteps coming up the steps. The sound brought a chill up her spine and butterflies in her stomach.
“Are you angry with me?” she asked, to afraid to move or turn around.
“No. Not unless you disobey. But I know you’ll make me as proud as you did earlier. Now let the towel fall to the floor and come to me.”
She did as she was told without question and with slow breaths she walked over to him. For a moment he just stood and admired her beauty and took note of the tiny mole above her navel. He took her by the waist and pulled her to him. He ran one hand down to her buttocks and the other to the middle of her back, and then ever so gently he kissed her shoulder. She closed her eyes and wished there would be more of this during whatever he had planned for her.
Basilio reached into his back pocket and retrieved a set of shackles and shackled her wrist to the bedpost and repeated the procedure with her ankles. Meion became so overwhelmed with fear, she began to silently cry, but the fast flowing tears gave her away and from the corner of her eye she could see the horsewhip he pulled from over his shoulder. She shut her eyes tight and her silent cry turn into a low groaning.
“Are you sure you want this?” Basilio asked as he kissed her tears.
“Yes.” She cried.
With that approving response, Basilio disappeared behind her and drew back the whip, delivering twenty lashes to her buttock and thighs causing her to cry out with each blow. He stopped only long enough to kiss her mouth for that delicious pain she was enduring for him.
“That’s my girl.” He praised in her ear.
“Butch, please no more.” She sobbed.
“So you come to realize that you can’t endure this lifestyle, huh?”
“No. It’s not that.”
“What then?”
“I…want to hold you.” She sobbed, trying to look in his eyes through her tears.
“You will, baby. You are doing so well. You can’t imagine how proud I am of you right now.” He praised, as he delivered five final lashes.
Basilio released her but she had no strength to move or hardly stand. She held on to the bedpost and rested her body against it as she sobbed and sniffled. Basilio swept her off her feet and carried her onto the bed. Meion lay on her side to keep her backside from touching the bed while Basilio disappeared into the bathroom to get a cool wash cloth.
He returned anxious to hold her precious body in his arms. He gently placed the cool cloth on her forehead and wiped away her tears with his thumb. With every bit of strength she had left in her, she threw her arms around his waist.
“See…I told you that I wanted this.” She sobbed in his lap.
He kissed her head as he removed her hair from her face and felt that he loved her and that if she could endure the things to come, that he could make her his wife. He laid down beside her till she fell asleep, holding her gently in his arms. Basilio wanted to tell her that he thought he love her and wanted to make love to her, but he just watched her sleep and listened to her breathing with the occasional huffing from the crying she did. He gave her a squeeze before pulling the blankets over her shoulders, tucking her in nice and cozy.
“Don’t leave me Basilio.” She said, without opening her eyes.
“I’m just going to shower and I’ll be back, babe. Can I get you something?”
“A glass of water, please.”
“Alright”
She could all but hear his footsteps going down the stairs and returning with a small glass of iced water that she only took two sips of.
“Butch?”
“Yes, baby?”
“I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Her words stopped his heart and he wanted to give her the reply that he was sure she wanted to hear, but it was too soon, she had many more things to endure.
“You should get some sleep.” He whispered in her ear and kissed her lips.
“I understand.” She replied, handing him the glass of water. “You will see that I love you…and you don’t have to worry about me leaving you because I will manage whatever you put to me. You don’t see it yet…but these are all the things I’ve dreamed about all my life.” She said and lay back down to go to sleep.
With her final words still singing their melody in his ears, he decided to lay with her till he was certain she was completely asleep. Her words seemed to be softening him and he couldn’t help considering making things easier for her. He put his arms around her, pressing her naked body next to him and kissed across her shoulders.
“I’m falling for you too.” He silently thought and couldn’t help thinking how amazing she was to him. He remembered thinking that she was going to call it quits during her lashing, but her only plea was to embrace him…as if she appreciated it and after it all, she didn’t want him to leave her side. This was quite a treat for Basilio. He had gotten used to the sour reactions from others he had tested during his search for love…but this one wanted him no matter the severity he put her through and practically challenged him on it. She seem to welcome whatever he had up his sleeve and this made him want to put her to the test all the more.
“Maybe tomorrow you’ll get to see the room that has your curiosity aroused so.” He said, holding her in his arms while she finally slept.
Disobedient
It was a bright sunny day as Meion woke up to the aroma of hickory bacon cooking and sounds from the kitchen. As she sat up in bed she was immediately reminded of the whipping she received last night, and she remembered how Basilio insist that she sit directly on her behind; but she could hardly do this, as her beating was much harsher than the first. She carefully got out of bed and went to get cleaned up. Meion stood in the mirror to examine her backside and never before did she think she would be so pleased with the marks Basilio left on her. In her mind this signified that she belonged to him and this was his special way of letting her know it.
Meion got into the shower and was careful not to let the water beat down on her lashings too long, but every time it did flashes of last night’s events were stunned into her memory.
The waves of heat with each blow seemed to consume her body and mind last night. She so wanted to be released just long enough to embrace him and then returned to the lashings. It was like each blow delivered an orgasmic sting of painful delight to which she was grateful to Basilio only. It warmed her heart that he knew how to take care of her and for him to pinpoint her desire without much effort made her believe that they were meant to be. With these thoughts alone, Meion was sure of two things; one, she definitely loved him and two; she was ready to submit fully to him.
She let the warmth of the shower hold her in the memory of last night…from the moonlight walk to the frightful yet much appreciated punishment. She hoped that soon he would see that this is not just a game for her either.
Meion stepped out of the bathroom to the site of breakfast on a tray sitting on the center of the bed with a note propped up against the plate. The note read:
Good morning. You have made me very proud of you last night and I hope you’ll continue to make me proud. I had to run out for a few things, but I’ll be back soon. Your obedience will be tested today therefore; I don’t want you to get dressed today. You may wear a robe but nothing else. If you decide you want to go outside, you are restricted to the back deck…other than that, enjoy your breakfast and wait for my return. B.D.
Immediately Meion thought of the closed door and of course this was the opportunity for her to take a peek, but would she dare even tamper with the idea? She ate her breakfast and all the while was wondering what she might find in that room and then too, would is it worth angering him or even seeing that side of him yet? But deep down she wanted him to see that she can be mischievous just for the discipline.
After eating her breakfast, Meion took the dishes to the kitchen and as she passed the hallway, she looked at the door as if it were speaking to her. She cleaned and put away the dishes and before going to the door, she ran to the front door and windows with her robe floating in the air behind her like a cape, to see if Basilio was out there anywhere. When she found the coast to be clear, she hurried to the infamous closed door and found it to be locked; to which only aroused her curiosity even more. She needed to find something that would allow her entry without damaging the door or lock. She thought maybe a butter knife but that being of metal or silver would surely leave a mark. She groped through her purse in search of a credit card.
With much effort the credit card worked like a charm. She slowly opened the door to things she never seen before…things she couldn’t understand by just looking at them.
There were handcuffs of all sorts, whips of many lengths and sizes, chains with collars, with loops for the wrist on either side of the collar. Leather straps and chains hung from the ceiling, mouthpieces of all sort were displayed in a glass cabinet behind a desk. The more she looked around this room the more curious she became; wanting to know how they worked and even imagined herself in some of the contraptions. She was more amused and eager than afraid of the things she saw. Meion was really drawn to the chain and collar that hung from the ceiling with straps for both hands as she examined it more closely than the other items. She slipped her hand through one of the loops and almost wished that she was bound within it last night. She felt around the leather straps of the constraint delicately with her forefinger and thumb and began to loose herself in the fantasy of being bound in such a delicious way.
“Obedience is not one of your best qualities.” Basilio’s voice filled the room with heaviness that made Meion scream.
“I’m so…”
“No! This you can not apologize for.” He interrupted as he leaned against the door with his arms folded across his chest and a look she had not seen before, but if the look he gave her could kill, she would be dead before he said another word.
“Basilio…”
“Not one word, Meion. Not one.” He ordered, walking towards her. “You know, I have in mind to beat you but you need to heal first. But know that you will be punished for this. Now go into the living room and wait for me there.”
Meion walked out with her head down, folding the robe around her tightly.
“And drop the robe.” He called out after her and watched to see it fall.
Meion kneeled down beside the sofa waiting for Basilio to come and scold her. She could hear her heart thumping in her chest and her palms began to sweat. She kept her eyes to the floor but wanted so badly to see what was taking him so long to come to her. She could hear chains rattling and cabinets opening and closing. Her fear grew every time she replayed Basilio catching her in that room, fondling his things. She wondered how angry she must have made him and prayed he still wanted her.
She heard the door close and his footsteps nearing. She felt as though her heart stopped and the pressure in her chest from the fear made the tears fall from her eyes, but she dare not look up. She was shamefully wrong in her actions and felt she deserved whatever punishment he felt she deserved.
“I have no words for you at the moment.” He said, standing over her.
Meion reached out to grab his leg for forgiveness.
“No!” he yelled. “You will be silenced today, because there is no excuse for your actions and no apology will be accepted. You will be muzzled and because you seem to get yourself into things that you had no permission for, you will be restrained until I say otherwise. Do you understand?”
“Yes Basilio.” She answered without taking her eyes off the floor.
“Now before I commit to this punishment, I want to ask you; do you want to go home and forget about this life?”
Before Basilio could finish the question, Meion looked up at him with tear filled eyes and shook her head fervently ‘no’.
“Alright then.” He said as he approached her with a leather strap with a small pink ball in the center of it, which was placed in her mouth and snugly fastened to the back of her head. He placed a collar around her neck and slipped her wrist in the straps attached to the collar, which only allowed her to rest her arms at the level of her breast, and then hooked a chain leash to the collar for leading her around with.
“When I tell you that you can move about, you are to do it on your hands and knees only. Understand?”
Meion agreed with a nod of her head as she continued to look to the floor and sitting on the heels of her feet and before she knew it she heard a whisper of a whistle and soon followed the sting across her thighs from the crop he drew from his back pocket. He withdrew and swung out another lash across the top of her thighs, making her moan with better sweet appreciation beyond the ball that partially filled her mouth.
“Once again you have come to ruin one of my plans.” He scolded as he pointed the crop at her. “I see now that you will require a great deal of training, if you want this to work out.”
Meion could only sit and listen with her eyes lowered and she would have given anything to be able to apologize…to give all her sincerity into the apology. She even wanted to tell him that she loved him. Again, she reached out for him and this time he swatted her reaching hand with the crop. She pulled back her hand immediately.
“Now…incase you haven’t noticed,” he spoke, pacing across the floor in front of her. “I can be very caring to you, but only if you behave…but you seem to take what I say lightly. You will soon come to realize how serious I am, if you intend on staying in this relationship.”
Basilio continued to scold as he took a seat on the sofa close to where she sat on the floor.
“I would like to believe that you are genuinely sorry for what you did, but it’s hard for me to believe that when your actions show so much intent. For the time it took you to search out a way to unlock that door, you could have reconsidered or even felt some remorse for the thought alone.” He said, placing his hand on the top of her head while she continued to sob from embarrassment. “From what I saw…it seems you desire the things in that room. Is that right?”
Meion nodded to his satisfaction with a flushed face of the shame she felt in admitting her desire.
“Now that I think about it,” he said swishing the crop through the air. “Maybe you wanted to get caught…to see how severe I would be with you. Is that true, Meion? Because I don’t like being provoked in anger, sweetie… in play, yes – but never in anger. I hope you understand that from now on.” He said, as he removed the mouthpiece. “I don’t want to hear a peep out of you for the rest of the day, unless I ask something of you. If you do, this will be put back on. Understand?”
“Yes Butch.”
“Good.”
Meion lowered her head to her hands to wipe away her tears and mouth as Basilio returned the mouthpiece to the room. She rested her shoulder on the couch. She was so desperate to tell him that she appreciated his discipline and that she deserved whatever he thought best for her, but she didn’t want that bulky thing in her mouth again.
Although the room temperature was comfortable, Meion was cold as she sat in her nudity. But much to her surprise, despite his anger, Basilio returned with a fur throw and wrapped it around her shoulders.
“Thank you.” She whispered.
He led her by the leash to sit on the sofa while he started the fireplace. As the fire began to burn, he went into the kitchen to prepare lunch.
“Are you hungry?” he called from the kitchen.
“No, thank you.” She dare say anything more, even though her apology was sitting on the edge of her lips. She wanted so much to prove how sorry she was.
“Butch?” she called softly to the kitchen, but regretted it as he came storming toward her with the crop in hand. Meion flinched, cupping her hands over her face not knowing what to expect, but soon found that he had swatted her two lashes against her thighs.
“I told you, no talking Meion. Why do you insist on defying me?”
“I don’t Butch,” she sobbed. “I need to use the bathroom.”
“Fine; you may go but I’ll have to take you and watch. You’re too clever for your own good.”
Meion stood to go to the bathroom but was quickly reminded that she had to crawl to her destination.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he yelled objectively, swatting the front of her thighs. “Get on your hand and knees.” He ordered.
Meion threw herself to the floor and purposely at his feet where she kissed his shoes for forgiveness.
“Please forgive me. I don’t know why I did that. You may beat me…just please don’t be angry with me, Butch.” She cried at his feet.
“I won’t beat you the way you ask, you seem to get too much pleasure from it. It seems the best punishment for you is the one you’re receiving right now and even more so…me being angry with you. I have to teach you Meion, and the only way for you to get into your head is for you to suffer. Your best bet right now is to do as you’re told. And now that you have spoken…you will be gagged again.”
Meion began to cry uncontrollably, she only hoped that she could undo the deed that got her into this mess. Her heart was broken and she was the one that broke it. If only she had done as she was told, he would be speaking to her in the caring way she now missed…he would hold and kiss her tears as they fell and most of all, he wouldn’t be so disappointed in her. She decided to cooperate for as long as he desired and she hoped to make him proud of her again.
“Leave the door open.” He ordered as he led her to the bathroom by the leash, leaving her alone only long enough to retrieve the mouthpiece and strap it on her while she sat peeing. There was a slight embarrassment to him viewing her while she used the toilet.
“Now I want you to sit nicely on the sofa and behave. No more of your tricks.”
As Meion sat on the couch he covered her with the fur throw like a precious child and kissed the top of her head.
“I want you to know that I will discipline you as I see fit and not the way you want to be discipline. You got that?”
She nodded her head in agreement with tears streaming down her face that grabbed Basilio by the heart, confirming that she was getting the point and at the same time making him love and adore her all the more because she allow all this to happen. She could easily say she was ready to go home and didn’t want any of this, but because she didn’t…Basilio soon came to realize her sincerity for this life.
While Basilio prepared lunch, Meion dozed off to a light slumber.
***
“Meion” Basilio whispered her name with a kiss to her cheek. “Come on baby. Wake up and eat something.”
Meion slowly opened her eyes to Basilio unfastening the mouthpiece and laying it across the arm of the sofa.
“Come on.” He led her by the leash as she crawled behind him.
She sat at the table with her breast fully exposed over the meal. She attempted to reach for her fork but was stopped short from the restraint.
“No, no. I got that baby.” Basilio said, as he began to feed her and seemed to enjoy every minute of it.
“That’s my girl.” He praised as she ate the first bite. “I want you to know that I can be as sweet and satisfying as chocolate to you, but you will be beaten whether you behave or not. Do you understand that?”
“Yes.’ She replied with a sense of forgiveness. She wanted him to hold her to confirm that he had forgiven her.
“You’ll be allowed to speak this evening before going to bed and after your beating. I want you to remain without clothes until tomorrow. I need to go out for a bit when you’re done eating. Can I trust that you will not be a nosey parker and behave yourself?”
“Yes sweetie.”
“That’s my girl. But all the same…I think I’ll keep you confined to the bedroom.”
“But I swear I’ll behave.”
“You’ll be confined and that’s that.”
***
The evening seemed to come quickly, bringing the moonlight through the dining room window and sliding door. Meion sat in front of the fireplace keeping warm in her fur throw while Basilio was upstairs preparing things for her. She couldn’t wait for him to give her the permission to speak, just so she could ask to hold him and maybe even make love to her.
Even though the afternoons event was shameful and frightening, Meion was still aroused by his control and even thought she wanted more but without him being angry with her.
Basilio returned to her and led her upstairs by the leash on her hands and knees. From the top of the stairs she could hear soft music playing and see shadows of dancing flames of candles he set up around the room. The blankets were pulled back in the shape of a triangle, inviting her to lay down to a restful sleep.
He took her to the bathroom where the music was playing and tea light candles were placed around the tub casting shadows about the walls. He removed the restraints and let it fall to the floor.
“Go on.” He said, raising her hand to assist her as she stepped into the bubble bath. “Is it too hot?”
“No.” She answered, but as she sat down she felt the sting from the heat of the water to the fresh lashings from the afternoon but she was careful no to show the pain in her face.
“I want you to lay back and relax. I’ll be back to wash you.” He said, as he turned out the light and closed the door.
If there had been anything sweeter, she had never experienced it. As she lay there gazing at the candlelight’s and the warmth of the bath with blankets of bubbles her, she thought Basilio maybe better than that man in her dreams. She recalled lunch, when he said he could be as sweet as chocolate and at that moment she began to understand. Even as she lay there mesmerized by her view and pampering…she wondered what was to follow. Had he forgiven her? Was he no longer angry with her? She didn’t know what to expect, but she knew she had to endure and behave, but most of all, she had to make him love her.
Basilio returned and sat on the step of the tub.
“Turn around and kneel.” He said as he lathered his hands and began to lather every inch of her body with his bare hands; rubbing, caressing and massaging her shoulders, neck and back.
Meion was in perfection. She completely forgot about the day while his strong hands moved around to her chest and breast. She was in awe with the fact that he was touching her so erotically. She could feel the heat of his stare upon her and yet, she didn’t dare to raise her eyes or even look him in the face.
His hands began to move to the lower parts of her body. He massaged her thighs, sliding his hand between them and then up to her wanting vagina, where he let his whole hand cover and stroke the lips then with upward and downward strokes, he let her clitoris slip between his index and middle finger. Meion let out a soft moan of desire but, she wouldn’t speak a word. Basilio moved his hands around her hips to her still tender buttocks where he massaged gently letting his hands and fingers glide between the cheeks.
“Don’t move.” He said, as he rose to reach for the removable showerhead and rinse her clean. “Step out and go into the loft.”
On her way out of the bathroom, Meion reached for the bath towel on the rack.
“No drying. I want you wet.” He ordered.
As Meion approached the loft that viewed below, she saw things that reawaken her fear and at the same time, she felt safe because, whatever was going to happen now, was going to happen with Basilio.
For the short time that she had been at this cabin she never set foot in this area…for what she saw displayed in front of her was much like the room that got her in trouble, only different items were there. There was a contraption attached to one of the beams in the ceiling that had a spreader bar at the top with wrist straps on either side of it and chains leading to an identical spreader bar below with straps for the ankles. A chaise lounge was beside the door and a small desk was facing the view below.
Basilio was behind her before she knew it, but she stood there in wonderment of how long this test would take.
“Go on in. It’s not going to be as bad as you think.” He spoke softly over her shoulder. “You’re still wet. That’s good.” He said, as he took her to the contraption and fastened her in and slung his belt from the loop. “You may speak when I’m done, but I don’t want to hear anything about why you’re being punished.”
Shortly after his words the sting from the belt against her wet bottom and the only thing that played in her mind, was how wrong she was. Then too, she began to want him to make love to her. With every bit of power he put behind his swing the more aroused she became. Suddenly he stopped and walked out of the room. Meion wanted to ask where he was going, but she wasn’t sure if he was done or testing her once more.
She could hear the shower running in the bathroom and began to believe it was really over; but why would he leave her still strapped to the contraption? While she waited for him to return, Meion starting thinking that she ruined his trust and began to feel more hurt than when she thought he was angry with her, and with that thought she began to cry and was sorely sorry for her actions. She hung her head down and sobbed.
“It wasn’t that bad; was it?” Basilio asked entering the room with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“No.” she sniffled.
“Then why are you crying like that?”
“Because you don’t trust me now.”
“Come on…let’s go to bed and don’t worry about that.” He said, as he released her. “Okay?”
“Okay.”
By the time they entered the bedroom Meion was almost dry but she was shivering cold. Basilio put a large bath towel around her, rubbed her shoulders and wrapped his arms around her.
“Stop crying baby. I’m not angry with you anymore and you haven’t lost my trust either.”
“I haven’t?” she asked, looking into his golden brown eyes.
“No. I thought your curiosity would get the best of you but I didn’t think you would go as far as you did. But once again, you surprised me.”
“Butch…I’m…”
“Don’t.” He demanded, placing his index finger over her lips. “Come now, let’s go to bed.”
He pulled the blankets back for her and pulled them over her shoulders.
“Butch”
“Yes, baby.”
“May I hold you tonight?”
“You can do what you want with me tonight.” He answered as he removed his towel and laying it across the foot of the bed, revealing his nakedness. “Within reason, that is.”
Seeing Basilio naked for the first time, she was quite impressed. She couldn’t believe how beautiful and perfect he looked. His chest, smooth and defined with muscles and a thin line of hair that traveled its way to his thick above average size cock and the hair above it was just as gorgeous as the hair on his head. Meion was in a fairy tale…or so it seemed. She couldn’t wait to make love to him and feel him inside her and she hoped his intentions were the same; if not, she wasn’t going to let anything hold her back from asking.
“Come over here.” He said, laying beside her and raising the blankets to clear her path.
“I really want to thank you Butch.” Meion said, as she snuggled up next to him and rested her head on his chest.
“For what; disciplining you?”
“For everything…brining me here and sharing this experience with me.”
“If you mean what you say, then you have plenty more to come…if this is truly what you want.”
“My world would be complete if you continue to be who you are with me.”
“Consider it complete.” He said, kissing her mouth deliciously as he guided her hand against his skin and down to his fully erect cock.
Meion returned his kiss as if she had a thirst for him. She had completely given in to him…whatever he wanted of her she would have given in that very moment. She pulled away and kissed his face, neck and chest, slowly working her way further down.
“May I?” she asked looking up into his seductive eyes.
“Yes you may.” He responded.
She immediately kissed the very tip and then slowly, she engulfed the entirety of his cock into her hot moist mouth, dancing her tongue around the rim of his cock. His size was a little more than she expected as the length of him passed her uvula causing her to gag a little.
“Take your time, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” He instructed, moving her hair aside for the view.
With that being said, Meion began to stroke the entirety of his cock slow and tantalizingly, creating the most pleasurable sounds from Basilio and hearing this from him was like music to her ears. The way he held her head and fondled her hair, the way he moaned with sounds of enjoyment made everything between them perfect.
“Not too much baby.” He said, as he took her hands and pulled her up to him.
“But I want some more.” She begged with a kiss to his chest.
“And I want you.” He said turning her on her back while he rolled his tongue and lips about her breast and nipples, trying to take them entirely in his mouth.
Basilio kissed, sucked and licked his way down to that moist hot spot he’s wanted to taste since he first laid eyes on her. Meion nearly screamed out in pleasure, as she hadn’t been with a man in years. She was in ecstasy, as he lavished every inch of her being. He enjoyed her aroma and flavor so much so, that he cupped her buttock in his hands and pulled her closer to his mouth as he brought her to the brinks of satisfaction. As he pulled away, he gently captured her clitoris between his tongue and upper lip, making her want more of what he was giving. He moved up and slowly filled her with the pulsating thickness of his cock, with slow loving strokes as he continued to pamper her breast.
Meion reached her climax in tears…tears of pleasure she had never experienced before. She had no clue how turned on he was by her tears, but she soon discovered he reached his heaven just as he was kissing the tears that fell from her eyes. He lay beside her very satisfied and happy to finally have a woman who seems to understand and accept his ways.
“Come over here and sleep next to me.” He said, raising the blankets to clear her path and she was more than happy to sleep in his arms. She laid her head on his chest and listened to his racing heart and rocked in the rhythm of his breathing.
“I love you Butch.”
“I know baby, but we still have a long way to go.” He said, with the words ‘I love you too’ sitting on the edge of his lips.
“You are that man in my fantasies.” She whispered as she dozed off to sleep.
The Outing
The morning came sooner than Meion hoped, because everything that happened yesterday fell into her dreams last night and more than anything…the lovemaking was branded in her mind whether she was asleep or awake. She woke up squeezing the pillow and imagining it was Basilio, but he was in the kitchen making breakfast. A sudden shyness came over her as she thought of the way she reacted to him nursing her pussy with his mouth; she could almost feel it as if he was still doing it.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Basilio said as he reached the landing to the sight of Meion hugging and kissing his pillow.
“Oh my god…I’m so embarrassed.”
“Are you always this amusing?” He chuckled.
“Only if you enjoy it.” She replied with a flushed face, fumbling to sit up.
“I think I enjoy almost everything about you so-far.” He replied handing her the breakfast tray.
“Really?”
“So far.”
“I don’t ever want you to be angry with me again…I think that hurts more than being spanked.”
“You’re sweet.” He said with a kiss. “I thought we should go for a carriage ride around the town today.”
“Oh, that sounds so nice Butch.”
“Good. We’ll leave this afternoon.”
“Butch”
“Yes, baby.”
“How do you feel about me?”
“Meion, it’s still too early to tell.”
“Well…how do you think you feel about me?”
“You can’t be serious.” He sighed.
“I am. I can’t help thinking that all of this is just another one of my fantasies and then if it isn’t…and this is all real; does he care for me?”
“You mean to tell me that my actions are not enough?” He asked in frustration.
“Yes, they are enough.”
“Then why are we discussing this Meion?”
“I’m sorry.” She said, lowering her head and pouting. “I guess with me, hearing the words are more confirming.”
Basilio raised a fork with food to her mouth, which she turned away.
“I’m full.” She pouted, hoping for an answer, but Basilio only got up and took the tray back down to the kitchen and this Meion didn’t expect.
She immediately began to feel as though she may have hurt his feelings, because he was very caring to her and then she began to understand what he meant.
Meion came down to the kitchen where Basilio was at the sink washing the dishes. She approached slowly, slipping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his back.
“I didn’t ruin another day of plans; did I?”
“No. I understand what you want Meion. I just believe there are still so many things we need to learn about each other, outside of what we’ve done.”
“I know that now; and I will not pressure you about that again.”
“Given time…” He started drying his hands. “You won’t have to.” He said as he turned to embrace and kiss her.
Meion took those words and that kiss as her confirmation, that if he doesn’t love her now…he’s coming very close to it.
“Let me do the dishes. You have been so sweet to me…it’s the least I can do.”
“I got a better idea.” He said cheerfully.
“What’s that?”
“Why don’t you make the bed and clean the bathroom…if you really want to help with something.”
“Anything for you Butch.” She said with a kiss before skipping away.
“It’s not hard to fall in love with you.” He said under his breath as he continued to do the dishes and daydreaming on the many other things he wanted to do with and to her.
***
After cleaning the dishes, Basilio came upstairs to Meion, as she was finishing up the bed.
“I want you to wear a skirt and blouse for our outing. Did you pack anything like that?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He said on his way to the bathroom. “Remember…no underwear.”
“You must have something really special planned today; huh?”
“Not really, but I am curious as to the boundaries of your obedience.”
“What do you mean?” She asked following him into the bathroom.
“You’ll find out soon. Now go lay out your clothes.”
“Okay.”
“Meion” He called after her.
“Yes Butch.”
“You’ll be spanked before we leave.”
“Yes Butch.” She said sadly, but glowed with excitement inside and even looked forward to it.
***
Basilio stepped out of the bathroom to the sight of Meion on all fours in the center of the bed, with her bare bottom up and her most precious piece peeking through below. Basilio smiled with pride and a little amusement, as he dried his face.
“This girl is too much.” He silently thought but at the same time, he knew she was everything he ever hoped for. He stood at the foot of the bed, just admiring her body and obedience.
“You seem eager for this.” He commented on her readiness.
“I just want to please you.” She said meekly. “I don’t want to mess up any more of your plans and I want to be obedient to you.”
“Good girl…but, how do you know that this is how I want to spank you?”
Meion got in motion to turn and get out of bed.
“No, no. Stay where you are.” He ordered as he walked around to the side of the bed.
“Do you want me another way?”
“Maybe; But you need to let me decide that. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Come here. I want you across my knee, like a naughty little girl.”
As soon as Meion was in position, Basilio placed his hand on her buttocks and caressed each cheek.
“Put your hands behind you back.” He ordered and took much pleasure in her obedience without question. He held her hands together at the small of her back and with his free hand he proceeded to redden her buttocks. First erotically, watching how her flesh naturally bounces back after each slap and enjoying her moans and groans. He gradually began to put more power behind each blow, turning her moans into painful yells and making her bottom as red as a cherry. Meion began to feel his erection beneath her, making her want him inside her again. She was happy to see he was pleased with her and wanted to do this for him more often. He had given her a good fifty slaps or better before kissing each cheek when he was done.
“Stand here in front of me.”
He stroked her soft curly pubic hairs and slid his middle finger inside her saturated pussy.
“You really enjoyed that little spanking didn’t you?”
“I enjoy everything you give to me.” She answered.
“Good girl.” He said as he sucked her flavor off of his finger. “I have so many things to offer you…even when you’re not obedient. Now get dressed and get ready for our ride around town.”
***
Meion sat on the sofa constantly looking out the window behind her for the carriage and driver while Basilio poured himself a drink. When the carriage could be seen in the far distance, Meion jumped up from her seat with excitement.
“He’s here! Butch, he’s here.”
“Baby, he’s about a half a mile away.” Basilio said sarcastically looking out the window.
“I know. I’m just so excited.”
“Are you wearing anything underneath your clothes?”
Meion’s excitement quickly went away. She knew he said no underwear but she didn’t think that included a bra.
“Don’t be angry.” She quickly pointed out as she noticed his facial expression and the change of color of his eyes. “I only have on a bra. Did you not want me to wear one?”
“Let me clarify underwear. Apparently underwear is the garments that you wear under your clothes; correct?”
“Yes.”
“Do you wear your bra on top of your clothes?”
“No.” She answered as she began to unbutton her blouse.
“Then no underwear means, no bra, no panties and no pantyhose. Understood?”
“Yes. I should have asked if I wasn’t sure.”
“Don’t take it off now. You’ll take it off later…when I tell you to. Now button up. The carriage is really here now.”
Basilio helped her with her coat and held her hand until they reached the carriage and as she stepped up onto it; he gave her a firm slap on her bottom. Meion looked back with embarrassment and in search for anger in Basilio’s face but she couldn’t tell if it was in play due to deceive the driver. Basilio named off a few places to the driver as he took his seat and pulled Meion into his arms.
They rode all through town and stopped at a few shops where Basilio bought Meion a few outfits of the slutty nature that he wanted to see her in on a regular basis behind closed doors, and Meion picked out a few ties that she thought enhanced the color of his eyes and golden complexion. They stopped at a quaint little restaurant for dinner by candlelight, where Basilio laid down some of the rules for being in a relationship with him.
“You must keep in mind that I’m not a big fan of you wearing undergarments unless I tell you, and if I do, they must be what I assign to you.” He said, taking a sip of wine.
“But, what about work? I have to wear pantyhose or something.”
“Stockings…you may wear stockings. I don’t want anything covering that precious pussy of mine. I want to be able to see your nipples through your clothes; this is why I don’t want you wearing a bra. As a matter of fact…I want you to take it off on the way back, and leave your coat undone.”
“Butch, I need the support.”
“I know baby. I have a solution for that.”
Meion sat with a puzzled look on her face but felt there was no more room for questions from the frustration on his face.
“How’s your fish?” He asked, dropping the subject.
“It’s delicious. Want to try some?” She offered a fork full of fish, which he accepted by taking it into his mouth.
“It feels nice feeding you.” She said, returning to her meal. “I see the pleasure you must get from feeding me.”
“It’s good that you know that.”
“Why?”
“Because when I stop feeding you, you will know how hurt I am by you.”
“Butch, I could never hurt you.”
“I can be a very sensitive man and I do get jealous, but it’s rare that I react right away from it.”
“What do you mean?” Meion began to wonder if this was a fatal attraction.
“I’ll ask first if you want out of the relationship and if you do, I will let go…no hard feelings or anything, we can even remain friends. But if you have no intentions of leaving the relationship you will be punished for any wrong you do in this relationship. Now…with knowing that bit of information, do you want to continue what we’ve started?”
“Yes. Butch, you don’t have to worry about that with me. You may not believe me, but you are everything I’ve ever dreamed of and more. I would never do anything to intentionally jeopardize that. Do you believe me?”
“Only time will tell.” He said, as he waved to the waiter for the check.
“Why are you so hard on me about that? Just because you’re not ready to tell your true feeling for me doesn’t mean that mine are not genuine.” Meion said, all but slamming her wine glass to the table.
Basilio quickly looked up at her with that ‘how dare you’ stare, from signing the check.
“Let’s go.” Was all he said as he stood and tossed the tip on the table.
Meion moved slowly, but not out of fear, she was now angry and hurt.
“Meion!” Basilio called sternly.
“I’m coming.” She pouted, grabbing her bags about her.
***
The ride back to the cabin was so quiet that the sounds of the horseshoes hitting the ground seem too loud to bear.
“Take off the bra.” Basilio demanded, halfway to the cabin.
Meion turn away from him without a glance or word.
“You don’t want to obey anymore?” He asked coldly.
“It’s not that.” She answered with tears in her eyes.
“Then obey and remove it now, or I’ll do it.”
Meion turned her back towards him and looked out at the scenery beside her as snow began to fall on the now dark town. Without another word, Basilio grabbed hold of her wrist with one hand and with the other, went up the back of her blouse and unhooked her bar. He quickly turned her towards him with his hand still in her blouse and pulled the bra off. Meion immediately began to feel the cold upon her breast, bringing her nipples to a point.
“If you want this to work, then you’ll obey.”
“I just don’t like…”
“Quiet! I see you need some serious training. This is not just about a mere spanking or two. This is about obedience and discipline. This is not about your feelings right now.”
“But, you don’t…”
“Do you want to be muzzled again?”
“No. I just…”
“Then be quiet. You’re coming close to making me want to slap your face. Not another word now.”
The carriage came to a stop in front of the cabin. Basilio helped Meion off and with her shopping bags, and then tipped the driver as Meion walked ahead. Basilio couldn’t wait to get her behind closed doors. As soon as they stepped inside the cabin, Basilio decided to teach her a lesson.
“So you want to be defiant, huh?”
“No. But I do want to be heard.”
“No! You were defiant.” He said, slinging his belt from the loops of his pants. “How dare you behave that way in public?”
“Butch, I just don’t like you taking my feeling for you as if they don’t mean anything. That’s all I’m trying to say.”
“And that…is all you should have said. Now, I want you across the arm of the sofa.” He ordered. “There was no need for the nastiness you displayed there.”
“I’m sorry!” She yelled as she took her position and allowed the whipping to begin.
Afterwards Basilio threw the belt on the sofa and sat down beside it. He leaned back and crossed his legs with his arms stretched out across the back of the sofa.
“So, you really believe that you want to belong to me?” He asked, with a loving stare.
“I know I do; if you love me enough to have me?” She asked, kneeling down beside him.
“Why do you insist on forcing how I feel about you…” he hesitated and looked into the brown eyes that looked up at him. “Meion…I care about you more than I intended this soon.” He stated as he stroked her hair. “And I would love to have you. Now I don’t think anything else needs to be said about the subject. Do you?”
“I only have one question.” She said, still looking in his eyes. “Are you saying that I belong to you?”
“Yes.” He said, pulling her head back to kiss her mouth. “You are mine.”
He kissed her so deliciously, she moaned with desire. The kiss with the confirmation made her weak and willing to obey and submit. Her vagina was pulsating for a spanking. In that very moment she wanted to feel his hands on her ass the way they were this afternoon. She wanted to ask for it but was hit with the embarrassment of the idea. She pulled away from the kiss and fixed her mouth for the question as she looked into his eyes…the question that Basilio already knew from the redden shy look on her face.
“You know you deserve a true spanking for your behavior this evening; don’t you?”
“Yes. I know.”
“Come up here. You know the position.” He said, patting his leg. “Put your hand on your pussy and bring your other hand to your back.”
Basilio held her hand against her lower back and with fifteen powerful slaps to her buttocks, she yelled out from the sweet pleasure it gave her, and again, he kissed each red cheek before pulling her skirt down and setting her in his lap.
“Yes.” He said, cradling her like a child. “You belong to me now.”
“Thank you.” She whispered.
“This will not only happen when you want it to and maybe not even then, but be sure that it will happen whenever I see fit and whenever I please. You understand that; right?”
“Absolutely” She answered, giving him a tight hug.
“That’s my girl.” He kissed her forehead and eased his hand up her skirt and caressed her thighs, to which she did not resist or reject.
“Open your legs.” He ordered, kissing her mouth.
With the immediate response to his command, he placed his hand over her moist pussy and tenderly fondled her clitoris until she was slippery wet and all the more ready for him to be inside her.
“Undress and stand to the side of the sofa.” He ordered as he left the room and disappeared to that special room.
Meion obeyed with a slight fear in her heart but more excitement than fear, for she was truly intrigued with the things in that room. Basilio returned opening a package, and although she could clearly see that it was a phallus, the question did not cease to leave her lips.
“What are you going to do with that?”
“Have you ever been stretched?” He asked coolly.
“What do you mean?”
“Anal sex.”
“Absolutely not!” She nearly yelled.
“Then you’re in for a treat.”
“No, no. I mean I will absolutely not let that happen!”
“You will.” He said, lubricating the device with an ointment. “You claim you want to belong to me and you gave yourself to me of your own will, and with that come obedience. Are you backing out?”
“Butch, I’ve never done anything like this before…it will hurt.”
“Trust me. You will only feel pleasure. Now, lay across the arm of the sofa and spread your legs.”
“Butch please!”
“Do it now, Meion.” He orders, slapping her still red buttocks.
She reluctantly obeyed as Basilio stood behind her, pressing his body against her buttocks. He slowly kissed her spine all the way up to the back of her neck, while he fondled her perky breast. He pulled her up and kissed her shoulders up to her ear.
“Relax and trust me.” He whispered in her ear.
As she became hypnotized by his caresses, kisses and sounds of desire for her, he undid his pants and let her feel the nakedness of his erection against her buttocks. Basilio laid her belly against the arm of the sofa and pulled her hips out towards him. He caressed her buttocks and spread her buttocks to reveal that tiny virgin opening he planned to invade.
“Butch…”
“Shh…trust me.” He interrupted and with ease, filled her moist and ready pussy with his full erection and as much as he wanted to give it to her rough because the sight of her freshly spanked behind aroused him so, he promised to take care.
He gave her long and loving strokes of him inside her and almost without notice; Basilio slowly eased the phallus into her anus, causing her to tense up. Once the device was inside, she began to feel a whole new erotic pleasure. The sensation became more intense as Basilio manipulated the device in and out of her rectum to the opposite rhythm of his motions inside her, giving her the mental stimulation of being taken by two men. Unable to control the pleasure she was feeling, Meion climaxed to which Basilio soon followed from the sight, sound and motion of her ecstasy. Meion collapsed over the arm of the sofa, her energy drained into the power and tenderness of this suave man. Her lips could only form the words ‘I love you’ that her voice could not sound. She had never experienced an orgasm so profoundly. The whole experience has made her see Basilio in a new light. She suddenly felt she didn’t need to question his feelings for her anymore. He took so much care to ease her fear and share with her a new pleasure she would soon want to experience more often. While still inside her, Basilio kissed up her back again and planted a luscious kiss on the back of her neck.
“You okay?” He whispered in her ear, to which she nodded in agreement.
“Get ready for bed.” He said as he helped her up. “We’re leaving tomorrow.” He said, as he fastened his pants.
“But we still have a week and a half before we have to go back to work.” Meion pouted as she put her clothes on following behind Basilio to the bathroom. “Can’t we stay one more day?”
“No. I have too many things I need to take care of before the office opens.” He answered as he cleaned the device to put it away. Meion followed him to the room that got her in trouble, but she stopped at the threshold as if it were off limits.
“Oh please, Butch; Just one more day. There are so many other things we could do before we go back home.” She pleaded; afraid to enter the room since her last entrance.
Basilio leaned against the door frame and folded his arms across his chest and with a gleam in his eyes he said, “How bad do you want to stay?”
“Do you mean there is room for persuasion?” She asked, seductively stepping in closer to him.
“There’s always room for persuasion. Besides, you’ve only experienced the lighter side of what I’m really like. But that’s because I promised we would take this slow and even though you’ve allowed many things, there is so much more that I enjoy that I haven’t subjected you to yet.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I don’t want to scare you off. I’ve been pretty easy on you. If you think you’re ready for more then, by all means, we can stay.” He said with a quick kiss to her lips and walked to the living room to start the fireplace, knowing that his statement would tickle her curiosity.
Meion followed Basilio into the living room with heavy wonderment of what more he could or would want to do to her and then too, how much harsher he can get? Even though she received a great deal of pleasure from the things she’s already experienced and thought that her worst punishment was him being angry with her; she wondered what more he could do to her. As Basilio started the fire in the fireplace, Meion took a seat on the floor by the sofa and watched while she contemplated his previous statement.
Once the fire was started, Basilio took a seat on the sofa near Meion, putting her at his feet. She placed her hand on his knee and looked him in his eyes. He looked down at her with a wink and a half curled smile, then looked back at the fire blazing; all the while knowing that she was debating with a decision. He allowed her to make up her own mind without any influence from him. That way, when she decides to stay, she’ll be subjecting herself to him and whatever he has on his mind. Although Meion is intrigued so far, there is still some fear, especially in the way he asked, “How bad do you want to stay?”
“Butch” Meion all but whispered his name as she continued to look for some kind of answer or clue to what he’s been holding back that he thinks would scare her away.
“Yes, baby girl.” He responded making eye connection that revealed no answers for her.
“If we stay…” she hesitated with fear. “If we stay, what would you be subjecting me to?”
“Does it matter? You said you want to belong to me; and that means I do what makes me happy. But we don’t have to go that fast baby-girl; we can just go home and take it slow like I promised.”
“Why can’t we stay and take it slow?”
“There are too many temptations and privacy here. Back home we would have to worry about disturbing the neighbors and most of my bondage equipment is here.”
“Why would we have to worry about disturbing the neighbors?” she asked innocently.
“Well, here you can scream all you like and no-one would hear because the next cabin is a mile away, back home we couldn’t even get a hotel room without someone hearing you scream from the things I have in mind for you. We just don’t need that kind of interruptions.”
“Why would I have to scream? What would you do to me?”
“Let me just say; the things I desire to do to you right now would probably make you think twice about staying with me. This should be a gradual process baby girl; you need to gain a certain trust for the things I have in mind; you do want to trust me, don’t you?”
“I do trust you Butch.”
“Come sit beside me.” He said, as he patted the sofa cushion.
“Yes?” Meion asked as she sat beside him and rested her head on his shoulder.
“I know that you feel you can trust me, but how much you trust me is the true question.” He said, kissing her forehead tenderly.
“I trust you enough to leave town with you and stay here.”
“Okay, but you can always find your way home…you can always leave. But if you belong to me in the sense that I want to own you, you will not be able to leave unless I let you go. Do you understand?”
“Not completely.”
“You say that you want to belong to me, but do you know what that means to a person like me in the lifestyle that I chose?”
“It means that I’m your woman and you are my man. I will not cheat on you and you will not cheat on me.”
“I thought you might say that.” Basilio said, as he became aroused by her innocence of the lifestyle. “That is truly a vanilla thought.”
“What does it mean to you?” She asked.
“When you ask to belong to me; it means that you are my property to do as I please with you without stipulations. I will only belong to you in the sense that I am the only one you are to obey. You giving yourself to me in light of the lifestyle will leave you without control.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“You will have no say-so in what I tell you to do or what I decide to do to you. Do you still think you want to stay?”
Meion rested her head in his lap and put her feet up on the sofa while she pondered the question. Basilio patiently stroked her hair while she thought about it but at the same time, his temptation was growing physically as well as mentally and Meion could feel the bulge in his pants. While she gazed at the flames she wondered what it would be like to be owned and how it would that fall into her everyday life with work and her girl-friends. Deep in the pit of her stomach she wanted this to continue, but she couldn’t help wondering how far it would go or how much she could take. All the while, Basilio was trying to be patient with a plea in the back of his mind for her to stay and allow him more of the pleasure he missed for so many years.
“Hey baby girl, are you okay? You don’t feel pressured do you?”
“I’m fine…I don’t feel pressured, I’m just a little fearful.” Meion answered.
“Then baby don’t even contemplate it. I don’t want to scare you. I want you to be comfortable and feel safe with me. I’m not going to be angry if you decide to stick with the plan of going slow.” He said, as he lifted her off his lap to look into her eyes. “What frightens you, baby? What do you think will happen? What is it that you think I want to do to you that frighten you?”
“I can’t say because you haven’t told me the reason I would need to scream. Are you planning on cutting me or burning in me while you have me bound?”
“Baby! Is that what you’re thinking?”
“Well you didn’t specify why you would be making me scream.”
“Come closer.” He said, extending his arm to put around her. “The only marks I want to leave are the temporary ones you get from spankings. Or like the ones you got the other night from the riding crop.” He kissed her forehead.
“Then what would you do to me that would make me scream?”
“Spank you or cane you till you can’t take it anymore but, continue until I’m satisfied; nothing more than that babe. That’s the reason I was reluctant to hear you say that you want to belong to me. It’s too soon for us to be getting that deep into B&D and this is your first experience. So, I don’t think you want to belong to me in that sense, because I will take full advantage of it. But you have to keep in mind that I can and will be just as tender as I am rough. I love pampering you during and after disciplining you. So whatever it is I decide to do to you, you can be sure there will be some pampering sometime during the course of a session.” He said with a passionate kiss to her mouth. “You go on to bed, I’ll stay here until the fire dies down some and then I’ll be up.”
“Are we still leaving tomorrow Butch?” She asked, as she stood to do as she was asked.
“Yes baby girl; we’re going home tomorrow.” He answered with a smile and took note of her disappointed expression.
“I’d like to go walk around out back before going to bed if you don’t mind.”
“It’s pretty dark out there Meion. I really don’t want you to be out there alone.”
“Will you come with me, please?”
“Sure. Get our coats and we’ll go for a short walk before bed.”
“Thank you.”
***
As they walked hand in hand along the snowy trail, Meion was still contemplating the option of staying and the consequences of the stay. If she decided to stay…would she regret it? She figured she hadn’t regretting anything up to this point, so why not do it? Her decision was on the edge of her lips and in the pit of her stomach as they stood admiring the reflection of the moon on the lake.
“Butch…”
“Yes.”
“I want to stay.” She said as she turned to look in his eyes.
“Why?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why do you want to stay? Is it because that is what you think I want; or because you feel you’re ready to belong to me?”
“I want to stay because I want to be yours and I’m willing to accept whatever that means to you.”
Basilio smiled and pulled her into his arms for a passionate kiss. He was ready to begin to take on that dominate role with her. He was ready to use her as he pleased and even though he told her that she would not have any say in what happens to her, he planned to give her room for that. But in the meantime, he felt as volatile as a school boy. With her consent she belonged to him now and Basilio planned to take immediate action.
“Are you sure about this?” He asked, as he pulled away from the kiss, hiding all of his excitement in the question that flowed from his lips as he searched her eyes for the sincerity.
“I’ve wanted to experience this all my life and I would like to see what my limits are. Yes, I’m sure.”
“Do you understand what this means?”
“It means that you own me to do as you please and I am to obey without question. Right?”
“Right.” He answered with another kiss and taking her hand to walk back to the cottage. “Well, the good thing is that you already have some sense of what I’m like from what we’ve already shared. So you should follow through quite smoothly. I want you to know that I love that you have decided to go through with this. It makes me very happy.”
“I like making you happy.” She said with a nervous tone.
“Good. I want you to be clear that you should not speak unless you’re spoken to and for the next twenty-four hours, starting now; you are to address me as Sir. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes sir.”
“That’s my girl.”
Basilio once again stopped halfway to the cottage and removed Meion’s coat and blouse.
“I’m going to enjoy you.” He said. “Now, undress. Take off everything including your shoes.”
“It’s the dead of winter Butch. I’ll catch a cold.”
“You’ll be punished for not obeying and forgetting how to address me. Take it all off now. The longer you wait the worst your spanking will be.”
“Yes sir.” Meion replied as she undressed. The cold air was almost nothing to the sudden difference in Basilio and the new fear that arose from her belly. Not knowing how much more dominate he will be was her worry and what other things he would have her do to please him. She had second thoughts but, she still wanted to know how it will all end.
“Good girl.” He said, as she handed him her clothes. “Now, get down on your hands and knees and crawl back to the cottage.”
Without a word she obeyed, but she couldn’t seem to get past the shame she was feeling of him seeing her crawl. Despite her shame she was completely aroused by the whole situation. She could feel his eyes upon her as she crawled, maybe even sense a smile from pride of obeying him.
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