Craig Esposito - Katie_s Pain Lesson

So what did it matter that I was sitting naked from the waist up, driving down city streets for all to see, as Jason's hand took possession of my hot tits?

It didn't matter at all. I was precisely were I wanted to be. With the man I was destined to be with. And suddenly I was very glad that I came to him as a virgin. A very frustrated virgin, but a virgin nevertheless.

A horny virgin to boot. And getting hornier by the second.

Somehow it seemed appropriate that the passing street lights showed my bared tits to all who cared to look and see them. I had never really thought much about exhibitionism.

My dreams had always centered around the reception of pain and bonds. But if Jason wanted to show the world my body, I was more than wiling for it to be shown.

Then suddenly his hand was gone and he was down shifting the Vet and we were turning into a driveway.

I quickly came to the conclusion that Jason had the bucks at his disposal. The Vet was the first clue. His house the second.

Typically college students who lived off-campus did not live in the best of neighborhoods. That was not the case of Jason. As the garage door closed with a hum behind us, I almost classified his place as a mansion.

The fucking place had twelve Gothic columns along the front protocol. A quick glance at the rest of the space of the garage proved that five more cars could be parked there with ease.

I was pulled out of my revelry as Jason opened his door and stepped out, followed by his one word, "Come."

What could I do?

I opened the door and stepped out.

I must admit that I felt very conspicuous without any clothing on the upper half of my body, but I sure as hell didn't let that fact stop me from doing exactly as he said, as I followed him into the house.

Decadent splendor summed up the place.

Chandeliers. Plush carpeting. Rich wood. Antiques nestled in highly polished display cases. I saw those and much more as I followed silently in his wake as we passed through room after room.

Just as I was thinking about the obviously missing servants, one appeared. There was no doubt in my mind that she was a maid. But she was also much much more.

I'm sure many of you have seen or dreamed about the "French Maid", complete with skin tight mini skirt with white laced apron and cap atop a magnificent face. Well there she was, complete with blond hair most women would kill to have. And her body? Needless to say, I was envious.

And her reaction to my partial nudity?

She smiled and continued to polish a mirror as we passed.

Jason pinched her ass on the way by and she gave a very delightful squeal that I could only assume was pleasurable.

Jason obviously romped with his staff. And who could blame him, if she was an example. I wondered what the male staff was like, but quickly set aside that thought as we entered what could only be the master bedroom. Master?

Yes, that was the correct word and I suddenly knew what Jason's appeal was to me.

He was to become my master.

"Remove your clothes and stand by that chair. I'll be with you in a moment."

Instantly I began to obey his words as I thought that he seemed very sure of himself. But then that was what had attracted me in the first place.

I toed off my shoes, unzipped my skirt and pull it, half slit and panty hose to the floor and stepped out of them.

As I walked to the appointed chair I took in my surroundings.

The room was at least thirty by fifty. Massive, ornate furniture complemented the room beautifully. The bed, of course, was a four poster and I wasn't surprised in the least to see rings embedded in all four posts.

The entire wall to my left was a walk-in closet. To my right was the master bathroom, where Jason was. A balcony could be seen behind the sheer draperies of midnight blue. There was even a fireplace.

Yes, no doubt about it. Jason was fucking rich and wasn't ashamed of flaunting it.

As my cool fingers caressed the suede chair that I had been assigned to, Jason reentered the room.

Gone were the pullover shirt and jeans and in there place was leather. Leather pants that hugged his muscular legs and a leather vest that showed his well built chest to advantage.

His right hand held leather bands connected by short golden chains. His left a riding crop.

I felt a shiver of… lust? trickle down my spine as I recognized what he held in his hands.

I knew that shortly fantasy would become reality.

Would it be as good? I wondered.

Time would tell.

Tucking the crop under his arm, he took the leather bands and held them out toward me.

With only fantasy to work with, I knew what was expected of me as I lifted my hands, palms up, in front of me.

Neither of us spoke as he fastened the first one to my left wrist. Then still without speaking, he turned me around and I had enough sense to place my hands behind me as the right wrist became encircled with the stiff, padded leather.

The short, golden chain tickled my spine and goose bumps paraded up and down my entire body. The next instance his warm hand was pressing into my shoulder blades and I was being forced over the back of the suede chair.

I had never thought much about leather before, but as my stomach, chest and face came into contact with the soft, subtle suede I knew that I was addicted to having leather in my life.

"It's your first time, isn't it," came Jason's voice behind me as his hand reached out and touched my quivering ass, atop the back of the chair.

I almost jumped at his touch as I managed to get out a shaky, "Yes," as his hand explored my pleading flesh.

Would he whip me? Or just spank my ass? Whip, spank, ahh, such dreams. Dreams that would soon become reality.

How would I react to the pain?

I had dreamed of it often, but had never participated in the actual administration thereof. Would I take it in stride? Or would I whimper and scream?

I truly didn't know.

But I did know that I would never be the same when Jason was done with me.

His warm hand traveled over each buttock. Fingers wedged themselves in the crack. They dug deeper.

The tip of his finger gave a quick jab to my brownie, then slid down my lubricated track.

I spread my legs way out to the sides of the chair and was rewarded with his finger tip touching my pleading clit.

"It may be your first time, but you do know what you want, don't you?"

"I… ahah yes." I was almost past the stage of coherent speech, what with his magical hand and fingers.

"And what is that you want, Kate?"

What did I want? I thought amid my befuddled maundering.

"I… I ahh want you."

"Yes. I know that. But what do you want me to do to you?"

Do? How in the hell was I suppose to think at a time like that?

"I… ahhh I…"

"Come on. You can say it. What do you want me to do to you, Kate?"

"Hur… hurt me." There, I said it. I actually said it out loud and felt a release of tensions.

"Yes," his voice was calm and soothing. "You want to be hurt. I knew that the instance I saw you at the dance. Your eyes told me. They almost pleaded with me to harm you. But you want more than pain don't you?"

"More?"

"Yes. Much more. It is all new to you, isn't it?"

"What?"

"Everything. I bet you're a virgin, aren't you?"

How the hell did he know that? Well, however he knew it, there was no point in denying it,.after all he would learn shortly, wouldn't he?

"I… yesss I am. How did you know?"

"You told me."

"No, I didn't. I never said a word about it."

"Oh, but you did. Not with your voice but with your eyes and your body. You told me that you were a virgin. You want pain and bondage. You want to be a slave to your hidden lusts. Right now you are wondering if the kiss of the whip to your ass will be as good as you've imagined it to be, aren't you?"