Learning the Lifestyle Part 3

Sensing that there was something else, he asked, “What are you not telling me?”

Wondering how he seemed to know, she answered, “Reed and I slept together when we could before I totally ended it with Neil. Reed made no secret about it either. He would kiss me just when he knew Neil would catch us. Once he had me straddling his lap kissing me when Neil caught us. My father aided in this too. Neil got really jealous and I tried to get him to believe that Reed was doing it to piss him off. No one knew that Neil could get violent though. Finally one night after he caught Reed practically making love to me on the front porch, he took me into the barn and we argued and he started hitting me. My brother caught him and went and got Reed. Reed beat him pretty good and then tied him to a stall door while we waited for the cops. While we waited, Reed told him all about how he had been sleeping with me for the past two months and really rubbed it in that I preferred him to Neil. Neil ended up getting charged with domestic violence and we were finished. Reed had me back and after that is when he asked me to marry him and that’s the whole story.”

“So you really loved Reed the whole time and just dated Neil to get back at Reed, right?”

She shook her head yes.

“Okay that takes care of one, now who is the third one?” He asked, intending for her to tell him about the other one. The drunk mistake as she put it.

Rolling her eyes, she started again, “The other was Taylor, Reeds good friend from where he used to live before he moved to Denton. At our graduation party, we all got really drunk. Reed got me drunk on tequila and I was smashed. I remember everything too. I just couldn’t control myself. We were all dancing and trading partners and soon I looked over to find Reed all over this blond. Taylor and I begin to kiss and make out and the next thing I know we are in bed making love. The next morning I find that Reed has slept with that blond, but since I slept with Taylor, I can’t really be mad. Reed and I talked it over later and we both decided that it was an accident and we should just forget it. That is why I don’t drink tequila.”

“You did last night,” he reminded her.

Sighing, she replied, “Yes, I did, but I didn’t drink a lot and I didn’t lose control.” Thinking on this she added, “Too much.”

She smiled at Michael and he smile back.

“I like it when you lose some control. Last night was great, wasn’t it? I want you like that always, but I am willing to bet you don’t need tequila to get that way either,” came a sexy response.

Thinking that she might be a little sore, he decided to change the subject before it landed them in bed. “So, what do you have to do today?”

Wondering at the mood change, she frowned but went with it. “Nothing till two. I have an air show at two, but you already know that, Boss.”

The ringing of the phone interrupted them. Michael answered it and found it was Baron. He informed Michael that he forgot to invite him to a party that they were having a week from tonight. He also asked about Silk and Michael, taking the phone into the other room, updated Baron to everything that had transpired the night before. Baron again told Michael of the party and asked if he would bring Silk. Michael asked if he thought she was ready for that step and Baron said that she was, but that Michael should talk it over with her first. Michael said he would and that if so they would be at the party. Hanging up, he smiled to himself. Here goes, he thought.

Coming back in the room, he found her still on the floor where he sat. This made him sure that she would want to go to this party. Time to tell her about it.

Sitting down, he began with a kiss, “I have something to tell you and something to ask of you. My friend, Baron, who is into this lifestyle also, is hosting a party with his slaves next Friday night. There will be many things going on at this party tonight. Many of the BDSM things that we have talked about and the fetish stuff too. It would be a great learning experience for you. I have told him about you and he has invited us. Would you like to go?”

Nervously she asked, “What will I have to do there?”

Noting the quiver in her voice, he calmly told her, “Nothing you don’t want to. At this point it will be for you to watch and learn. Baron and his head slave know all about you and they both agree that you should not be made to do anything you don’t want to. You will see many things and this will give you an idea of what might be expected of you. This is a way for you to see what might interest you. I know that some things are not for everyone.”

“Will you be near at all times?”

“I will have you as close as you can be, but I will tell you now that I will participate also. You can be near enough to watch but you may not always next right next to me.” He stated firmly.

Knowing that she was overly curious, he knew that she could not resist. He watched her think on it and smiled as he saw the look that told him she was going to say yes, cross her face.

“All right Master, yes I will go. I really want to see this and learn. So what time?” She asked finally of him.

A triumphant smile split his face as he gave her the details and she listened without comment.

He explained what would be expected of her from a slave’s point of view. Things like the positions she would be using. He told her that she would probably not use the belly position but not to totally rule it out. He told her that all slaves would be naked, but since she was there to learn, if she did not want to be naked she could wear a slave outfit. He also told her that she would have to wear a collar. He watched her take all this in and saw that she never flinched once.

“What does a slave out fit consist of, Master?” She asked.

“Are you worried that you’ll be next to naked anyway?” He laughed.

With a frown she replied, “No, I wanted to know if I should just go naked. You know that say that clothing is like window dressing. Just makes the item prettier. So if the clothing is not going to flatter and tease, why waste the time and money?”

Seeing that she was not afraid, he smiled as he answered, “Okay, I see. All right, a slave outfit is something that leaves little to the imagination and looks submissive. No black leather or anything like that. I prefer light colors. The outfit I bought you would not work, too bold for me. It will be skimpy and made to provide easy access to your body for touching and fondling. On your wrists and ankles, you will wear cuffs that have loops on them for attaching to straps and things like that for tie down. Do you understand what I am saying?”

She shook her head and then asked, “So where would I get these things also what about the collar?”

A little surprised at her lack of fear, he didn’t show it though. Smoothly he replied, “Well that is easy, I will take you to a place where it can all be bought. As for a collar, you could get them at any pet shop and you can also buy smaller collars there that would serve as cuffs, but I usually buy all of these things at the shop I mentioned. If your asking about a collar as in what you should wear, I’ll pick one out for you. It’s my right as your Master.”

She listened to him and watched his face and eyes. God she loved his eyes. She decided that no matter what, she would learn this and show him that she could be his slave, his perfect slave to be exact. Something in her wanted to please this man that wanted to own her body and the make her give over all control of herself to him. Somehow it just felt right.

“Do you understand what I mean by my right, Silk?” He asked of her.

Not sure what he meant; she shook her head.

Somehow knowing that she was ready, he began, “Silk if you agree to be my slave, I then in turn own you. You’re my property. A collar is a symbol of that ownership. When I place it on your neck, I am asserting my ownership over you, claiming you as mine. You will wear it to show your acknowledgement of that ownership and that you agree to be mine. I can also take it away from you. This is a bad thing. By taking it away, I am saying that you are no longer mine. You don’t want that ever,”

Think on this she asked, “So if you take it away, then we are finished forever.”

“Not always, I can take it away from you as punishment and that would mean that you no longer have my protection. I could still use you but your no longer mine. You can also earn it back. If you don’t belong to me, then you can be used by anyone without my consent. As long as you’re a slave that is. Do you understand what I am saying?”

“ I think so. If I am a slave, then I need protection from a Master, which comes from ownership; which the collar symbolizes. You want to collar me as your own. Is that correct?” She asked.

Amazed at her grasp, he nodded, “Yes that is about it. So, do you want to be my slave and are you willing to accept me as your Master? For me to own you?”

Not knowing if it was proper, but not really caring at this moment, she rose up and slid her body up his. Kissing him on the mouth she purred, “Yes, Master. I want you to collar me, to own me,” she stressed the word own. Then she rubbed herself against him again.

Watching her with total pleasure, yet knowing what she did and was doing was bad behavior. She hadn’t been asked to rise or to do anything else and yet she took it upon herself to do this. Michael hated to stop her teasing but she had to learn. Watching her face, he slid his hand up her side to her breast and then grabbed her nipple and pinched it hard. She jerked to a stop and worry creased her brow. He held tight to her nipple as she slid to the floor. Once there he didn’t let go. He gave her a look that told her she had misbehaved. She dropped her eyes to the floor.

“I didn’t ask you to move, did I?” He asked and gave her nipple a slight twist and was surprised at the moan that escaped her.

She moaned again, “No, Master.” The pinch hurt at first but now it was sending signals straight to her core, signals that flamed the passion once again in her. WOW! She though.

Thinking to himself, he decided to punish her to see her reaction. What he was going to do would make it or break it for this relationship. If she were truly into this, she would remain afterwards. Time to find out.

“Down” he ordered as he let go of her nipple.

She assumed the position he had taught her the night before quickly. She felt him stand up and then walk away from her. A slight dread filled her and she knew that she was to be punished, but how?

Michael watched her quickly assume the position without fault. This made him smile. Michael went down the hall to the back bedroom. Opening the door, he went in. He knew that she knew he had left the room and was probably awaiting his return with fear. Good he thought to himself. Perfect. He selected the paddle he was after and left the room again. Slowly he returned to her side, this time kneeling on the floor next to her prone body.

She felt his hand on her behind and then it slid down and lifted the hem of her skirt. He lifted it so that her bare bottom was totally displayed.

Without a word to her, he gave her a smack on her ass. She made a startled sound in her throat, but stayed where she was. He gave her more for a total of ten swats and then stopped. Her whole ass was red, as Michael had made sure that he had hit every part of her behind. She had stayed down and took it all. This really surprised and pleased him. The only response he received from her was whimpers and moans.

“Do you know why you were punished, Silky?” he finally asked.

“Yes Master,” she replied in a small voice.

Smack! Again on her ass, “Well, why?”

Gritting her teeth against the swat she replied, “Because I disobeyed and moved without permission.”

Another swat. “I don’t like your tone. Never address me like that again. You will always talk to me with total respect in your voice. Do you understand?”

Making an effort to sound respectful and submissive she answered, “Yes Master.”

Pleased with things thus far, he began to stroke her ass. It was red and hot. He felt her lean into his hand again and this pleased him greatly. He ran his hand down to her crotch and found her wet. At this, he beamed.

As he stroked her ass, she thought over what had just happened. She was not hurt in any way except maybe her pride. Her ass felt on fire, but that fire seemed to shoot straight to her core. It was a good pain. She knew that there was no turning back now. She wondered if Michael knew that with that simple spanking, he had committed her for life. She realized that she felt wonderfully happy at the thought and that she was turned on too. Silently she begged him to take her again, showing him her need by pressing her ass up into his caresses. Please, she thought, I need you badly Michael. A whimper escaped her. Her mind was clouded and she realized that he was speaking to her.

He was saying, “You seem to take to this well, but I wonder what you will do with more sever punishment. I like your responses thought.” He noticed that she seemed to want something. “Is there something you would like slave, perhaps another spanking?”

“If you think I need one, Master,” she replied with a lusty tone.

“Hmmmm, well then, what is it you want than, my pet?”

“YOU,” came the answer he knew she was going to say.

Michael stood up and ordered her to stand also. He pushed her towards the bed and once there pushed her down on the bed and motioned her to lay with her head towards the foot again. Michael dropped his shorts and climbed on top of her. Her legs fell apart at his slight touch. On his knees between her legs, he said nothing only positioned her body to his liking. Next he grabbed her shirt and jerked it open. Buttons flew everywhere. Silk grasped. He positioned himself for entry and ordered her to grab the railing. She did as she was told. Finally he slid deeply inside her.

She was out of her mind by the time he led her to the bed. She needed him now. As he messed and fussed with her, she watched and noticed that he was so sure of himself. So strong willed. When he ripped her shirt open she almost lost it. Next she did as he asked and grabbed the rail. As he entered her, her mind screamed, your mine now also and I’ll never let you go now.

With a very rough urgency, he took her. His mind was a crazed as hers. He felt her near her climax and knew he should stop but before he could, she begged for release.

“Yes,” he hissed in her ear. “Now,” he ordered.

He watched her lose control and felt her contract around him tightly. My god, he thought, she one hell of a grip. He felt her milk him, but didn’t want to give in yet. As she came back to reality, he wrapped her legs around his waist and flipped over so he was on his back. He placed his hands behind his head and thought to himself, let her work for what she wants.

“Please yourself slave, but ask before you explode,” he ordered her.

With a pant, she answered, “Yes Master.”

Slowly she began, riding him. She liked this position because she had control. She could do whatever she liked. She began to pick up the pace and felt herself nearing orgasm again. She knew to ask for it but wondered what Michael would do if she didn’t and just let it happen. She knew that her would punish her, but how? Maybe she would try that sometime, maybe later tonight. She was getting very close so she slowed a bit.

Michael smiled as he watched her. He knew she was struggling with the asking to cum. He knew that this was the hardest part usually for a slave. Mostly because they had to pace themselves and sometimes stop so they wouldn’t disobey. Making her ride on top really made it hard because she had the control. She had to say when or ask as the case may be. He noted the devilish look in her eyes and knew she was wondering what he would do if she didn’t ask and exploded anyway. ‘Go ahead, try it Silky. I’ll punish you and you won’t like it,’ He thought to himself. He felt her ease off and knew she was near. He waited to see if she would ask.

“Master,” she breathed heavily, “May I please cum?”

“No,” he replied as he grabbed her hips and pressed her tightly to him. Next he rubbed her to him and he pressed himself up to meet her. “Don’t cum yet,” he ordered, “Not until I say so. Stop yourself.”

“But how, Master? I can’t control it like that. Not when you do that,” she whined.

Smiling he told her, “Think of other things. Breath deeply and focus your mind elsewhere.”

Knowing that he was pushing her, he stopped all motion. He could feel that she was about to lose control. She was not totally ready to master her orgasms yet.

“What are you thinking of?” He asked.

“Horses,” she replied.

With a laugh, he answered back, “That won’t work. I bet the rhythm makes you wet.” He began rubbing her against him again. “Think about this.” He said as he grabbed her nipple and pinched hard.

She arched her back and pulled off of him. “That won’t work. It drives me straight to the edge, Master.”

He entered her again and said with a cold smile, “Really, you like that. Remind me to try clothes pins on them.” He reached down and grabbed her ass and pressed her against him again. “Ride me now, slave.”

She started to rock against him again and felt herself get near once again. Pinching her nipples like that had nearly driven her out of her mind.

“Please Master, now?” she begged.

He didn’t answer her he just smiled. He wanted to see what she would do. Proudly he watched her control it once again by slowing and thinking of other things. This was going well, he thought proudly. When he felt her temperature lower a bit he ordered her to speed up again.

She knew it futile to ask again, he knew what she wanted. He would tell her when. She just kept up the same rhythm. Slowing when she felt herself get close and speeding back up when he ordered. This went on for what seemed like ever. Finally she was complete out of her mind and panting. She was to the point of disobeying him and letting go anyway.

He felt the change in her mood and body and knew it was time to give in. Thinking briefly to himself, that it would be interesting to see if she would disobey, but knowing at this point it would not be fair to push her, he gave in.

“Okay Silky, explode for me,” he ordered.

She picked up the tempo and with in seconds she was out of control. Michael had to grab her hips to keep her in place. She grabbed his arms and dug her nails in deep. He knew without looking that blood was flowing. She threw back her head and screamed, as she let go. Her body began to milk him and he lost control himself. With a yell, he gripped her hips and slammed himself up to meet her.

She dropped her head to look at him and the look on her face was pure animal. Michael knew he had driven her to the point where she could not be dominated. She bent and claimed his mouth hard. He kissed her back. She pressed her mouth to his and then totally out of control, she bit him. He pulled back from her mouth, tasting blood. Still she had the animal look. Michael grabbed her head; tipping it back he bit into her neck. She screamed again, he felt her explode once more. Her nails bloodied him arms once again.

Michael debated whether to push her away or ride it out. Riding it out won over. Finally she slowed and released her hold on his arms. Michael let go of her neck and she relaxed against his chest. Her breathing was still rapid, so Michael began stroking her back and rocking her. He also made an shhhhing noise to calm her.

Panting very hard, she gasped in his ear, “I’m sorry Master. That was wrong of me.”

“Sorry for what? For losing control like that? Don’t be, I loved it,” he answered still trying to calm her. “See I told you, you could lose control without tequila. I knew you could.”

“But your arms. I bloodied them, your mouth also. You should see yourself, you look a fright,” she said as she lifted up to look him over.

He laughed as he looked down at each arm, “It’s okay, trust me, I’ve had worse. You didn’t touch my tattoos so it’s okay. Besides you should really see your neck now. You’ll be wearing turtle-necks for the next two weeks.”

Her eyes went wide and she asked, “My neck, why? What does it look like?”

He laughed again, “Like a sloppy vampire got a hold of you and then there is that bruise from last night across the back. Here see for yourself,” he said as he reached up on the headboard and handed her a mirror.

She took it and looked at her neck and then in a startled tone she said, “Oh my god Michael. Holy shit. It looks bad. Really bad.” She turned her head and lifted her hair trying to see the bruise. “I can’t see the whole bruise, what does it look like?”

“Like shit also. We’ve both learned an important lesson here. We have to keep our hands and mouths off of each other in the heat of passion. I’ve never done that to a women before,” he said motioning to the bite on her neck. “Or that either,” pointing to the back of her neck. “You make me lose control also.”

Blushing, she replied, “I’ve never bit or used my nails before either. I don’t know what possessed me to do that to you. Just seemed right at the time.”

“Good I like it. I like you like that. Always. Don’t change ever or else.”

“Or else what?” She shyly asked.

“You wont like me, so don’t try and find out,” he answered with a straight face that seemed to threaten a smile, “Okay get off of me, lazy bones. You would keep me in bed all day wouldn’t you? Look at the mess you have made. Now I have to wash the linens. Tell you what, help me change the bed and I’ll buy you breakfast.”

“Okay, it’s a deal,” she answered back and got up and proceeded to help strip the bed.

They changed the bedding and Michael showered then got dressed. Next Michael put the dirty sheets into soak in the machine and then they were on their way. By this time, Silk was starving. Michael took the keys and so Silk just naturally let him drive. He took her by her apartment the get another shirt to wear since her other one was missing a few buttons. She changed her outfit and met him back at the car.

He took them a truck stop diner and watched her face. He was pleased to note that she seemed perfectly comfortable. Some of his dates would not eat here. Too beneath them.

“They serve the best chicken fried steak here,” he told her as he escorted her in.

The waitress greeted Michael by name and asked who was the pretty porcelain doll with him. Silk was used to this reaction since most people thought she looked like a little china doll. Michael introduced her to the waitress and explained that she was like his second mother.

They sat and ordered breakfast. Michael was surprised that she ordered the same thing to the letter as he did. It amazed him that they like some many of the same things. They had so many things in common.

“So how do you eat your steak?” He asked since they were comparing likes and dislikes.

“Rare, just season and brown it on both sides till it’s warm in the middle and give it to me. I think anymore done then that is too much and all the way done is a waste of a good steak,” she answered.

Laughing at her remark, he replied, “I totally agree. I like it really bloody. The best flavor is found that way. I won’t even eat it if it’s cooked through. Remind me to take you out for steak.”

She laughed, “It seems that I have to remind you of a lot of things. How am I ever going to keep up with you?”

With a charming smile he said, “Don’t worry, I have faith in you that you won’t fail me.”

The waitress brought their food and they dug in. She talked with Michael and included Silk in the conversation when she could, making Silk feel very welcome. She updated Michael on what had been going on around the diner and they laughed of a few antics of a young new waitress. She then left them to finish their meal as she waited on more customers.

Over coming curiosity, Silk asked Michael, “So does she know about your different lifestyle, Michael?”

Looking up and over at the waitress, he asked, “Who Starla? Actually yes, she does.”

Seeing that Silk was still curious, he told her that Starla was into it also. He explained that was how they met.

Silk looked at Starla and then back at Michael, “She’s a slave? She looks so in control, so so…”

“Dominant?” He supplied.

“Yes”

With a laugh he replied, “No she is not a slave. Starla is a Domme or Mistress. She has her own male slave. John is his name. She also has a few female slaves, but I don’t think they are her full time slaves.”

Confused slightly she asked, “What do you mean by Domme?”

“Dom is short for Dominant. I would be called Dom. Domme is just the feminine version of Dom,” he explained to her.

Michael waited for her to say something about the fact that Starla had female slaves. She hadn’t mentioned anything about being for or against bisexual relationships. He would have to ask her how she felt. To see where she stood on that matter.

They finished breakfast and he paid and left the tip. Before they left, Starla asked Michael if they were going to Baron’s party and Michael assured her that they would indeed be there.

Taking Silk’s hand, Starla told her, “I can’t wait to see you in action. You look like you have the makings of something special.”

“More than you know Starla,” Michael told her as they left.

Silk was beaming with pride as they left the diner. That was a wonderful compliment Michael had just paid her and she was ever so proud of it.

They got in the car. Michael drove again. He didn’t seem to be heading toward either of their houses.

So she asked, “Where are we headed?

“Shopping, we have to outfit you properly.”

As they drove she studied his tattoos. Finally she touched them and traced them. She was surprised to note that you could not feel them at all.

“What?” he asked finally.

“ I have never really seen tattoos. I live in a small town. I don’t even know anyone with one,” she replied. “Does it hurt to get one?”

“Not really. It’s a good pain, ”he told her.

“I wanted to get one, but Reed thought that they looked trashy on a women,” she stated,

“Well your not with him now.”

Thinking on this she smiled and said, “Your right. I’m not. I can get one if I like.”

She thought about this further and liked the idea even more. What to get though?

Michael knew what she was thinking and already decided to take her for her first if she wanted to get one. A butterfly or rose on the middle of her lower back would be so sexy. One around her ankle too, he could already see them.

“Michael, would you take me to get one? I think I would like one,” she stated with a firm resolve.

“How about right now? We can go now and get one. Want to?” he asked her.

Looking at her watch, she asked, “Do with have time? It’s 11:30.”

“We should have plenty of time. What do you have to do to get ready for before your show?” he asked.

Thinking she replied, “Nothing other than the normal stuff at the station, but I need to shower and change before I go to the school.”

“No problem. I’ll have you home by one. Tattoos don’t take that long unless they are really big. You don’t want a big one for you first anyway,” He told her.

“I didn’t know that. I thought it was a long processes.”

Michael took her to the place where he had his last one done. He knew these guys were good and would do quality work. When they got there, they had about a twenty-minute wait. While they waited, Michael helped Silk pick out a tattoo. With his help, she had pretty much decided to get a rose poked through a heart that had a few drops of blood dripping form it. It was about three inches long and about an inch and a quarter across at its widest point.

“I love the colors. Will it actually end up this colorful?” She asked as they waited

“”Yes, if you want it that way. You can also do shading. That does not have as heavy color in it,” Michael told her. “Which do you want?”

Thinking on it she asked he” Which hurts the most?”

“Full color of course, more needle work,” he told her.

“Okay, which looks better?”

Seeing that she thought he was being vague on purpose, he told her, “Which would you like? I think both styles look good. Some tats need full color and some need shading. Just depends. That one would look best in full color, but it is up to you. It’s your body it’s going on.”

She smiled at him thinking, no it’s your body, I belong to you totally, Michael. She wondered if he would take her and brand her if she told him that she would submit to him totally forever. What a thought. She shivered slightly at this and smiled again.

Michael watched her face and wondered what she was thinking, and then he saw the shiver and smiled, thinking he knew. This was going perfectly and Michael was overjoyed.

The tattoo artist came up and asked them what they wanted and Michael took the lead and told him which one she wanted and that it was her first tattoo. The guy smiled at Silk and told her he would be ready for her in five minutes.

Michael told Silk to go use the restroom so she would not have to get up and down. Silk smiled at his thoughtfulness and did as she was told.

When she came back, the artist was ready for her and instructed her to lie on the table. Michael sat on the stool at her head and smiled.


The artist asked, “Okay where do you want this exactly?”

Taking the lead again, Michael traced a circle on her lower back indicating the spot that had talked about when they picked the design out earlier. The artist smeared something cold on her back and then stuck the outline on the stuff he had smeared. After a few minutes he removed the paper.

“Okay, how’s this?”

“Perfect,” Michael replied. Then to Silk, he asked, “Are you ready?”

With a shaky smile, she replied, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

The guy started the tattoo and Silky jumped at the unexpected pain.

Michael laughed at her, “Oh yea! I want to tell you now, the outline hurts the worse”

“Michael, why did you wait till now to tell me that?” She asked.

Grinning, he told her, “I waited so you wouldn’t bolt. This way you’re committed. Does it hurt that bad?”

The artist started tattooing again as she replied, “Not that much, I just didn’t expect any pain. I guess I never thought about it.”

Michael watch Silk as the artist did the outline and saw that she was getting the same feelings as he did and this surprised him. He was sure that she was very turned on and knew that it was from the way the needle felt against her skin. He always got heavily turned on while being tattooed but he had never seen a female feel the same way. Then a thought occurred to Michael and made him wonder if all slaves felt this way about being tattooed, he would have to ask a few.

The artist was finished with the outline in no time and was cleaned to excess ink off so he could begin the color. Silk was almost panting at this point and Michael wondered if she would explode while the artist finished. This caused him to laugh and Silk looked up at him. She had a glazed look in her eyes and this made Michael melt. He knew he had found the one he could spend the rest of his life with. He hoped she felt the same too.

“What are you laughing at?” She asked.

“You, Emerald eyes.”

Silk caught the word and acknowledged it by dropping her eyes to the floor. She wondered what she had done to warrant being told to obey in public. The artist began coloring again after conferring with Michael as to the colors they wanted. She wondered if receiving a tattoo turned on other people. What would Michael say if he knew she was going to lose it right here on the table. She wondered if she should tell him and ask for permission, then decided that this would be a good time to practice controlling it and not letting go. She started by deepening her breathing and thinking about riding her horse in the big open field behind her home. This helped greatly.

Michael was proud when she dropped her gaze to the floor after he said her action word. It usually took a while for most slaves to remember what it meant. He was sure that she understood as he told the tattoo artist which colors she wanted and where. As the artist resumed his work, her felt her squeeze his hands again and watched for the signs that told him she was close to losing control once again. Just as he thought she would go over the edge, he felt the shift in her. Her breathing deepened and she seem to relax after a few minutes. After a second of confusion, Michael realized that she was controlling it. Michael wondered what she was thinking about.

The artist finished the coloring and was cleaning off the ink again. Michael watched as he put the finishing touches on the tat and as the artist was cleaning it and applying ointment, Michael leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I would have let you cum, if you wanted to and would have asked me, but I am very proud that you controlled it.”

“Thank you, Master,” she panted in a whisper, “Maybe next time.”

Catching the words next time, Michael laughed, “Your addicted, aren’t you?”

It was the artist’s turn to laugh, “I knew she was about two minutes into it. I thought she was going to cum right on my table.”

At this Silk blushed as she got off the table and excused herself to the bathroom. A laughing Michael paid the artist while she was in the bathroom.

“Thanks man, you do really great work,” Michael told the guy as he tipped him.

“I know women want perfection so I try hard. As for the other thing, she is not to embarrassed I hope,” he said to Michael as he cleaned up his area.

“She’ll get over it I’m sure, since she plans on a next time,” Michael told the man and they both laughed again.

They were still laughing when Silk came out of the bathroom and came over to where they were. She glanced at her watch and then tugged on Michael’s sleeve. When he looked at her she pointed to her watch.

He glanced at his own watch and saw that they needed to get going so she could get to the station on time. It would do for the Boss to make an employee late. They’d both hear about it from the Head Program Director.

Silk was quiet all the way home and Michael wondered why. She still looked flushed and excited, but she said nothing. They pulled into her apartment building parking lot and Michael shut off the car and waited for her to get out, she seemed in a daze.

“What do you have to do to get ready?” He finally asked, startling her.

Looking up at his smiling face, she replied, “I need a shower and to change my clothes. Do you think it would be okay if I wore a midriff shirt as to not cover my tattoo?”

“Gee, I don’t think the Boss would mind as long it is not too short.” He answered with a wink. “Now, lets get you in the shower and ready for work.”

She laughed and got out of the car and went up the walk to her building. She then remembered that Michael had never been in her apartment. Mentally she thought, had she picked up everything. This caused her to smile.

They walked up the steps to her door and she unlocked it and went inside. Michael followed thinking to himself that this was the first time he had seen her place too. What he saw made him smile. She seemed to like the same things that he did. Their places were very similar in decor.

She set her keys down on the breakfast bar and turned to walk down the hallway, she looked at him. “You coming,” she asked.

He followed her to her bedroom, wondering what she had in mind. Surely not sex. They didn’t have time.

She gestured for him to have a seat on he bed and hung up her jacket. Then she walked over to where he was sitting on the bed and pressed the button on her answering machine. She listed to her messaged while she proceeded to gather clothes to wear after her shower. One call was from a salesman trying to sell siding; the next call was from Marcia at school asking if she really had hooked up with Michael, at this she looked at him and laughed; next was a hang up; then her father calling to tell her that her horse was with foal and last was one from Reed.

He reached over and pressed the pause button, “Would you like to take this in private?”

“No, you have a right to hear, besides how would he know you listened,” she answered innocently.

“Do I,” he asked and then pressed the re-play button.

“Silk, this is Reed. I guess your screening your calls since I know your there. I really hate when you get your temper going. Well listen, I try again later. Do me a favor and grow up and answer when I call again. Bye.”

At this Michael clenched his fist and thought to himself, the nerve of that guy. He was the one who needed to grow up.

The next one was from Reed also, “Silk, it’s me again,” this time he didn’t sound so tough. “I wanted to talk to you, but your playing games again. Stupid Irish temper of yours. I hope you understand about all this. It really is for the best. I am thinking of you in all this. Damn, I wish you would answer the phone. I’ll try again later.” Then he hung up. This was the end of the messages.

This one pissed Silk off. Michael watched her noticing that she was mad now. When the phone rang a minute later, he was not surprised to hear her say it was Reed.

She snatched the phone up, pressed the speaker button and growled, “Yes, Reed.”

Michael smiled as Reed replied with hesitation.

“Well, hello Silky. Why haven’t you been answering the phone?” He stated with.

With a smile to Michael, she sneered, “Maybe I wasn’t home. Ever think of that?”

“Right, sure Silk,” Reed laughed. “Like I believe that. You were just screening calls because you’re mad and hurt.”

“Hurt no, mad yes. Mad as hell in fact, but not over the break up and for your information I was out all night. Just got in and listened to your messages just before you called,” She stated.

Shocked, Reed replied, “With who and…” at this he seemed to falter, “Did you sleep with him?”

With a laugh, she shot back “Not that it is any of your business, but, yes I did. Oh and Reed, it was ten, now wait, make that a hundred times better than it ever was with you.”

Reed started to yell and call her names and she was reaching for the off button when Michael stopped her. Hold on he mouthed to her.

Michael then picked up the receiver and listened as Reed was yelling at her, still calling her names. She could still hear him over the speaker too. With his hand over the receiver, he told her to shut him up.

“Reed, stop talking to me like that. My father wouldn’t like it,” she said to him.

This stopped him. She heard him sigh.

At this Michael spoke up. “And Reed,” he paused letting his Deep Male voice sink in, “He likes her stupid Irish temper.”

He then proceeded to hang up the phone but not before Reed yelled,” Who is this?”

Silk noticed that Michael’s hands were clenched into fists. “Michael, I am sorry about that. I shouldn’t have baited him like that.

“I’m not mad at you Silk. I am mad at Reed. You don’t treat women like that, like he did. Especially since he dumped you. That guy is an asshole and you, my pet are better off without him,” Michael told her as he hugged her to his chest.

He held her for a few minutes, and then noticed that it was ten minutes to one. They had to leave by one thirty for her to be on time so he had better hurry her along. She still needed to shower and before they left, he wanted to do something for her.

Pushing her from his chest he informed her, “You need to get in the shower so we wont be late. So get going.” He swatted her behind as she walked away. She laughed and went to the bathroom. He kicked off his shoes and lay down on her bed to wait. “Oh and Silk, no masturbation, you don’t have my permission.”

She started the water and got a towel ready as it heated up. Just as she stepped in the shower she heard the phone ring again. She yelled to Michael; just let the machine get it.

Having every intention of doing just that, he listened as the message informed callers that Silk was out and before it could finish, Reed started yelling for her to pick up. What an ass Michael thought again and picked up the receiver as he shut off the machine. With a smile he listened.

“Silk, are you there? Silk, you will tell me who that was right now,” Reed demanded.

Making his voice sound even deeper, Michael replied, “She will do no such thing, you’re not her Boss or her Master, and since I know who you are, I know you’re not her father either. So you have no right to tell her what to do, whatsoever.

“Just who the hell is this?” Reed demanded heatedly.

“On the verge of sounding childish,” Michael smirked, “This is the man who rocked Silk’s world last night, and will continue to rock her world every night.”

“This is her fiancé, so you better listen up and leave my soon to be wife alone,” Reed shot back.

Shaking his head and sighing, Michael said, “Now why did you have to go and lie. See I can deal with just about anything, even assholes like you, but I can’t abide liars. Listen up liar; I already know that you dumped Silk. So that makes her fair game. Thus, I am taking up where you leave off.”

Reed demanded again, “Put Silk on the phone right now or I’ll call the police.”

“Last warning for you, Reed. Silk is mine now and she doesn’t want anymore to do with you. So don’t call her again, liar,” and with that, Michael hung up on him.

Silk had just walked in the room, catching the last bit of the conversation. Michael was lounging on her bed, smiling. She was wrapped in a towel.

“Who was that?” She asked.

“Reed,” was all he would supply.

“Oh.”

“Why don’t you get the stuff to put on your tat and I’ll rub it on for you,” he offered.

She went to her jacket in the closet and retrieved it from her pocket. She then brought it over to the bed, handed it to Michael and then turned around and dropped the towel.

Michael liked the fact that she was not shy. Nakedness didn’t seem to bother her in the least. He squeezed some ointment onto his finger and began to smear it on her tat. As he did this, he noticed that she curled her toes. He also noticed that her mood changed again. She seemed to be getting turned on.

“Does this turn you on, Silk,” he asked?

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Turn around and close your eyes,” he told her.

She did this and he changed positions on the bed so that he was lying so that he could hang his head off the bed. She was right in front of his face now.

“Spread your legs and keep you eyes shut,” he told her as he pulled her to him. “Lean forward and place your hands on my chest.

Trusting him, she did as she was asked. Before she could wonder what he was up to, he kissed her between her legs, causing her to spread her legs further. He also was rubbing her tat, which sent lightening bolts straight to her core. She gripped his shirt, and then remembered to be careful of marking his chest. He was bringing her close very quickly and she was panting.

“Just let go, Silk. You have my permission,” he told her quickly and went back to giving her oral pleasure all the while stroking the tat on her back.

Within seconds, she totally lost control. “Oh, Michael. Yes, don’t stop,” she cried.

When she was through, he slid out from between her legs and she sank to her knees beside the bed. “You okay, pet,” he asked?

“Yes, just need to catch my breath. That was incredible. Thank you.”

“For what?” He asked, not understanding.

“For that, you didn’t have too, but thank you.”

Glancing at the clock, she jumped up and finished dressing.

Michael noticed that she chose a turtleneck half shirt and a hip hugging skirt. He also noticed the stockings and garter she put on. Wondering if she always dressed like this, he asked, “Do you always wear stockings?”

Blushing she replied, “Yes, I do. I don’t like hose because they slip too much and you have to pull them down to pee. Also they rip a lot when you pull them up. I have worn stockings and garters since the 9th grade. I also think they are very sexy.”

“Very old fashion too,” he told her.

Frowning she asked, “Why, don’t you like them?”

“Oh, I like them. You just never meet women who wear them all the time. Most only wear them for looks. Please keep wearing them, they are very sexy,” he reassured her. “So, do you always wear dresses and skirts too?”

At this she laughed, “Do you watch me that closely, Michael? Are you my stalker?”

Grabbing her and bending her over, he kissed her on the lips and said, “Why yes, my dear, I am stalking you. I told you I really like you.”

She laughed again and said, “Good, but now if we don’t get going, I’ll be in trouble and late.”

“Damn,” he said winking at her as he let her go, “Foiled again. Well if we must, let’s go. Are you sure, last chance?”

“I’m sure,” she replied and then seeing his pout, she stroked his face, “But we’ll have later, lover. It’s only four hours.”

Beaming her a smile, “Okay, if you say so, lets go,” he told her and he left the room.

She grabbed her jacket and slipped her feet in her shoes and out the door she went. They went to the car and Michael took the lead and drove again. It just seemed natural to let him. As they drove to school, she watched him noticing his piercing blue eyes and streaked blond hair. She also noticed that he was very muscular. She also remembered from seeing him standing in front of her that he was probably well above 6 foot.

“How tall are you Michael?” She asked.

“Six-foot two,” he told her.

“How much do you weigh?”

“Around 240, why,” he questioned. “How tall are you and much do you weigh?”

“I was just wondering. I myself am five foot seven and weigh a hundred and twenty pounds give or take,” she responded.

“I’m impressed, most women never tell their true weight. Very nice.”

At this she laughed, “How do you know I am telling the truth?”

Giving her a serious look, he told her simply, “I don’t abide lying, so you wouldn’t lie to me, Silk.” Then he laughed at her serious look and said, “Besides, I picked you up, remember. You’re just a mere slip of a thing, really.”

Go to part 4.