Literotic asexstories – V – The Relationship – Pt. 01 [M/f] by mentor2dom,mentor2dom
A few weeks into the relationship, Vee and I got along well. The dynamics were clear, accepted, and respected by both. Given our earlier childhood friendship, it was not difficult to develop much more.
What was new to me was the fact that I started to see her body more clearly, and that was something I never gave much thought to. Now I see it… And damn, she was good-looking! Rather tall, 170 cm (5′ 7”, for my American friends), slim, a real brunette with shoulder-long dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, yet soft, light skin. And a thin waist even after two kids… The last but not least: C-size boobs. Like a cherry on top.
The way she was dressing was interesting. Rather formal, but very feminine. Knee-long skirts seem to have been her favorite clothing item, and she would prefer pants over jeans. Unlike my a bit rugged macho-jeans-polo shirt “style,”
Me and her, as a couple, apparently looked nice. We were dating every other week, usually when she would be kids-free. The dynamics worked well.
I never overcharge a girl with rules; I have two major ones to be followed out of the sessions. One: when in private and inside, in my presence, she must be barefoot. The most meaningful situations are social visits, either herself visiting me or me visiting her, even when not alone. The second rule, applying all the time and everywhere: she needs to stand up when she sees me entering the room she is in. Simple rules, but very effective, as they seem to create the asymmetry instantly. And asymmetry is sexy.
So, here we are, a late summer afternoon, and she is visiting for a whole evening. For a session, of course. Doorbell, I open, kiss, and all that.
● Would you like a drink? Aperol Spritz, maybe? I asked while she was taking her shoes off.
● Yes, yes, gladly, thank you!
● Just, Vee… Be naked while waiting for it.
● Yes, Sir
I quickly mixed the Spritz for her and me and joined her in the living room. The nude skirt was placed over the back of the chair, and the rest of the clothes were folded nicely. Standing, as she knew that once in this predicament she was not allowed to use the furniture.
● Kneel, kiddo, let me put a collar on you before I give you the drink.
● Yes, Sir
Soon a metal collar was around her neck, and we were sipping the drinks, chit-chatting, me seated on the sofa, and she kneeling next to my legs, leaning over my thighs.
● Sir, may I ask you something?
● Sure
● You mentioned that I needed to be trained in some things. Did you mean starting today?
● Correct. I was thinking of starting with leash training.
● What is there to train? Ummm, Sir!
● You will see. It is a special activity in the D/S world. Leash etiquette is a form of speaking or communicating.
● Oh.
● Yes, we will start as soon as you finish your drink.
Some five minutes later, she was standing in front of me, elbows tied behind, almost touching (this makes her boobs… speak), wrists behind, bound parallel. I ran a moderately tight crotch rope between her legs, looping it around her wrist rope once. Just so this is more fun for her,.
The black ballgag and a blindfold followed. Matching amazingly with the black ropes…
She tried to say something through the gag.
● Silence, dear. I want your full attention on the leash. The only other sensation will come from hearing me and from feeling the floor under your feet.
She nodded.
● So here is what you need to know: One tug means to start moving. A tug downward means to kneel. A tug upwards means to get up. Clear?
Nod again.
● While being led on a leash, your task is to keep the leash in constant tension. Like that, you will feel the absence of tension, meaning you stop walking.
The training started. She showed full confidence in my lead, walking blindly on the leash. She was apparently paying attention. All the time, she kept a nice tension, so I knew that she followed even when I did not see her.
Yet, a small hesitation was there when she was supposed to kneel. She was probably fighting her own arousal, her own desire to learn and impress, and my direction.
On a tug-down, she would finally go and kneel; on a tug-up, she would get up. The only thing needing some improvement was not keeping her back vertical for kneeling and getting up. So I approached her and started rubbing her pussycat and her clitoral area until she started to build the orgasm. Then I stopped.
● You will get to cum once you master this.
Another round of walking and tugging. Every time she would slouch, the belt would kiss her butt. It is beautiful how fast negative reinforcement works. 5 minutes later, I had a submissive perfectly kneeling and getting up.
I removed her gag and the rope going through her pussy lips. I gave her a passionate yet gentle kiss on the lips.
● Good girl!
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