Happy Humpday! Teaser from At The Manor, Part One

 They were quickly devoid of garments, each sporting a bare pubic region and partially erect cock that I could tell would be more than satisfying despite their semi-flacid state. I could feel my body beginning to tingle just from the sight of them, and so, placing my wine glass on the bedside table, took a deep breath and said,

“I assume Susan told the two of you what I would like?” They nodded, and my control over what happened in my bed ended there.

Andy grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me from the bed, looping his arms through mine and effectively trapping me against him. Sean moved around the bed to where we were and pulled the robe open, then took his time in looking me over. He nodded to Andy, and next thing I knew I was fully naked and bound over a small, padded table that they had brought in while I was in my bath. My legs were spread, a small, angled pillow was placed under my hips to keep them at just the right height and my breasts had been pushed through holes that were just the slightest bit too small. I made a mental note of this unique form of breast bondage just before a pair of clamps dug in to my nipples and impaired my ability to think clearly. Andy stepped in front of me and presented his cock to me as Sean ran a hand over my pussy, wiggling a finger in to my slit and finding me wet already.

I happily opened my mouth and began to suck on the cock in front of my face, thoroughly enjoying the taste of a man for the first time in I don't know how long. He moaned and wrapped my hair around one hand, pushing his cock in deeper. Sean found my clit and began to play with it while spreading me open with his other hand and inserting two fingers in to my pussy. I moaned loudly around the cock in my mouth and Andy gave a little chuckle that had just a hint of cruelty to it.

“Sounds like this little slut is really enjoying herself.” He said, pushing his cock even further in to my mouth and down my throat just a little.

“Oh, for certain she is. Her cunt's drippin' wet already.” Was Sean's reply. “Though I bet I know what she really wants.”

He slapped my ass hard on each side.

“Ya want my cock in yer tight little hole, slut?” He said in a teasing tone and I nodded my head as best I could while sucking hungrily on Andy's throbbing cock.

Andy pulled out of my mouth, yanked my head up by the hair and said,

“Ask for it then, you horny little bitch. Beg for it.”

I shuddered with pleasure and anticipation at his words and his tone.

“Please, may I have a cock in my pussy? Please, please let me have your cock in my pussy?” The words seemed foreign yet natural and I could feel my own juices begin to drip down my thighs. He yanked a littler harder on my hair and said,

“I said beg, slut!”

“Please, please put your cock in me! Please, I need your cock, I need to be fucked! Please let me have your cock!”

“That's better!” They said in chorus.

Before I knew what was happening, Andy had shoved his cock back in to my mouth and Sean had slammed his in to my pussy. I felt waves of pleasure wash over me as they simultaneously pounded in to my body, fucking back against Sean as best I could while bound to the table. After a while, he reached around me and began to play with my clit again and I could feel orgasm building. Andy sensed this and began to work his cock down in to my throat, cutting off my ability to breath while Sean fucked me harder and rubbed furiously at my clit.

When I was right on the edge, Andy pulled back and just as I took a huge gulp of air, the orgasm hit me. My screams of ecstasy were cut short by Andy's cock being pushed back in to my mouth and I began to suck hard once more, without even thinking about it. As Andy fucked my mouth in a way very similar to how Sean was fucking my pussy, I was pushed over the edge to a second orgasm at the same time that I felt them both emptying their loads in to me. This only served to arouse me further, making the orgasm much more intense.

It didn't end there. Before sitting down to catch their breath, Andy attached a small yet high powered vibrator to my clit. They watched from the bed as I moaned and writhed in my bondage, cum leaking from my freshly fucked twat and my lips swollen from the abuse my mouth had taken. After what seemed like forever to me, I heard one of them unzip a bag and take something from it. I didn't know what it was until I felt Sean behind me, lubing the large butt plug with the juices leaking from my pussy.

Andy grabbed each of my ass cheeks firmly and spread them wide, eliciting a loud moan from me that only rose in volume as I felt the large toy being pressed firmly against my as-yet unused hole. There was a sharp pain as it forced my body to stretch to its girth, and then it was in, stuffing my tight little asshole completely. It was then that I was unbound and placed on my back on the bed, my head hanging over the edge. Andy was now between my legs, his cock hardening again and Sean was rubbing the tip of his own partial erection over my lips, prodding my mouth open. I swirled my tongue around it until it was long and firm once more while Andy rubbed his up and down my wet and swollen pussy.

The angle my head was at was just right so as to allow Sean to push his cock in to my mouth and strait down my throat with minimal resistance, and I gagged only a little as he did so. Andy took his turn with my pussy, pushing in to me just as slowly as Sean was pushing his in to my throat, until I was completely impaled on their massive cocks from both ends. The combination of their cocks filling my cunt and mouth, and the large plug up my ass was enough to push me over the edge right there and I convulsed under them as I orgasmed again. As though it had all been choreographed, they slowly and simultaneously fucked me, the long, slow thrusts driving me wild with desire. They pushed me to the edge and held me there for some time before the cock in my mouth was once more pushed deep enough to prevent breathing and the one in my pussy began to pound in to me hard.

I arched off the bed involuntarily, cumming hard and almost forcing Andy's cock out of my pussy with it's convulsions. Both cocks were slammed deep in to their respective holes as they began to pulse and shoot their hot cum in to my body. Sean's cock was so far down my throat that I had no choice but to swallow it, though I knew I would have chosen that on my own if given the chance. Andy's cock was pumping a large load in to my pussy and the feel of it was heavenly.

Submission and Fear

fear

fi(ə)r/

noun

1. 1.

   an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat.

Fear is a strange thing.  So are the reactions it causes in people.  These reactions have been ingrained in the human race pretty much since the beginning of time, and they aren't going anywhere any time soon.  Some people might say that experiencing fear within a relationship is a "red flag", a sign that you're in a dangerous situation.  This isn't necessarily true.  Who we are and what we have experienced in the past has a huge impact on what causes fear in us as individuals.  Instead of being a sign that we need to get away from what is causing the fear, it can simply mean that we are perceiving our current situation as similar to a negative one from our past.   Still, fear isn't always a bad thing.  Sometimes it is simply a hurdle one has to get over to reach a goal and, in doing so, find a freedom one didn't know existed.

sub·mis·sion

səbˈmiSHən/

noun

1. 1.

   the action or fact of accepting or yielding to a superior force or to the will or authority of another person.

Submission.  Unless we're talking about the style of wrestling, this is a "dirty" word of sorts in today's society.  We struggle and claw and fight for power, for control and if you have it, you're successful.  If you don't, you're a failure.  If you choose to give that power up?  You're an idiot.  You willingly give up that control to your significant other?  Clearly you are being abused and just can't see it.  Eeesh.  No wonder so many people spend their entire lives repressing their urges.  

Is it any wonder that the thought of submitting to someone can be a terrifying experience?  We are programmed not to give up our control, especially of our selves, to anyone.  When you have those urges, this can make things extremely difficult.  That fear doesn't mean you should turn tail and run, though.  In fact, I have found that having someone on the other end of things who understands the fear your urges are causing and who can help you work through that fear is more productive than giving in to the fear.  It's very much like with Annie and Sean in At The Manor, Part Two.  Annie experienced something in her past that caused her to push her desire to submit so far down that she nearly forgot it all together.  She may have been willing to submit in the bedroom, but she had the safety net of still ultimately being in control when it ended.  

Then came Sean.  He stirred things in her that she hadn't felt in a very long time.  Those urges came back, causing an intense fear when she realized that it could possibly happen again.  That she wanted to be able to hand over the control and power that she had fought so hard for.  He sees her fear and her urges battling in her mind and does what he has to.  This snippet shows exactly what I am talking about.

“It's not you I'm afraid of, I swear. It's letting go, submitting again. I've been terrified of it ever since that night. Francis even cut that part of my training short, because he knew where my mind was.”

I couldn't look at him. I could barely look at anything but the carpet.

“Annie, I've said it before and I'll say it again. I'd never harm ya. I dinna know what I need ta do ta prove it to ya, love, but I will prove it. To the rest of The Society, ye'll be my partner, and nothin' more. I may desire more from ya, but they never need know.” His voice was low and soothing, and I began to relax a little.

“Thank you.”

Annie, instead of letting that fear win out, puts her trust in him that he will never harm her.  Sure, she still needs a little push from him to give in to the urges, but once she does, the fear she had been experiencing due to past events turns to exhilaration and she finds a level of freedom she hadn't known existed.  Just as it is possible for a real life "Annie" to become aroused by the thought of submitting to someone, it is also possible for anyone with the urge to submit to another to overcome their pre-programmed fears and find that same freedom.  If it is in you, what good will come from suppressing it?  You can live your life in fear of the things that at your core you know you need, or you can find that someone who will see those fears and help you overcome them.  Chances are, you'll be happier in the end.

Submission and Arousal

Warning: For those who know me personally, you're likely about to find out a whole bunch of shit you never knew about me, and possibly never wanted to.  Just a heads up.

Life is a funny thing.  I spent a large portion of yesterday working on notes and outline ideas for the fifth book in The Society Series.  One thing I knew I wanted to work on including right away was Annie's training with Sean.  In At The Manor parts one and two, we see her become aroused by one simple, largely non-sexual thing - submitting to him.  Once she gets past the lingering fear she has from her past, the idea of giving over control to him is more arousing than anything he could physically do to her, and that's a level of eroticism I want to delve deeper in to.  Annie is an extremely strong, fiery, stubborn and independent woman who has made a life for herself developing and implementing slave training techniques.  She's the type to take charge in a crisis.  She specializes in dealing with difficult slaves, the kind many wouldn't give a second thought to.  And she becomes totally, completely, undeniably aroused by handing over the control she has fought so hard for to him.  Oh yeah.  I can hear you calling bullshit from here.  This has to be pure fantasy - it is, after all, from a kink erotica novel.  No way in real life would a woman like Annie go weak at the knees simply from the idea of giving over control to someone else, man or woman, no matter how good looking.

Alright.  Let's take a look at real life.  I consider myself fairly accomplished.  I've owned my own business since I was twenty-three, adding my second at twenty-eight (I'm twenty-nine now).  I teach.  I'm working on my seventh novel, with the prospect of some non-fiction pieces on the horizon as well.  I'm relatively well known in my home town, though not always by name for a number of reasons.  I'm stubborn to a fault, fiercely protective of my friends and family and not one to bite their tongue when it comes to sharing my opinion.  I have also experienced exactly what I write about there first hand.  It's rare, sure.  Very, very few men (and only one woman) have ever had the "Sean effect" on me, but when it happens, it's incredible.  One word, one look, and the crotch of my pants would be drenched.  Heaven help me if I was wearing a skirt at the time.  That look, that word?  Most commonly there is nothing sexual to it at all.  It's that look that says "I own you." or "I control you."  It's not so much what is actually said as it is the tone of voice, and the attitude of the person saying it.  It's that feeling I describe in this bit from At The Manor:

 Never had someone been able to make me feel so much by speaking only one word at a time. It was as though some unseen force had control of my limbs as I sank to my knees in the soft, dewy grass.

In my experience, it's been very much this way.  Sure, there has been that little voice in my head yelling "what the fuck are you doing!", especially in the beginning.  But in those moments there is nothing I can do but obey.  Not because of any threat, spoken or otherwise, nor any agreement.  It was for no other reason than because he said so.  Yes.  It's that simple.  It's hard to explain it any further, though I wish I could.  The feeling goes from head to toe, engulfing the entire body.  It's an electric tension, radiating and causing you to feel your heartbeat in places you either didn't know you could or hadn't in ages.  Since that first taste of it when I was eighteen, I've been hooked.  I can't help it, and I don't want to.  As I've grown, my desire to submit has grown right along with me.  Now, here's the twist - I'm a switch.  I've had two of my own submissives in the past, one male and one female.  I'm pretty sure I can still make him twitch and turn red with just two little words.  He was a large man, resembling a football player, and a good bit older than me, and that didn't matter.  He knew who he answered to.  I'll never forget, at least two years after we parted ways, getting a phone call from him out the blue.  He was calling to thank me for something I had taught him, as it had just played a part in landing him a major promotion at work.  I couldn't have been more proud.

Too many people confuse the desire to submit with willing to submit to anyone.  I've been at parties before where I was wearing a collar - sometimes given to me by my Dom, other times just an accessory - and had some asshat wannabe dominant come over to me and try to tell me what to do.  My reactions have ranged from laughing and walking away to looking strait at the man and saying, "Do you see your collar around my neck?  I don't think so."  I've been told I can't "really" or "truly" submit because I'm also able to be (and quite enjoy being) the dominant partner at times.  It has been only for the sake of good manners that I haven't told these close minded idiots off on the spot.  I'm just as capable of fully submitting as one who's never been on the wielding end of a whip.  If I want to.  I've been told I just haven't met the right guy that can make me "really" submit.  Oh, I beg to differ.  I've had my Sean, more than once.  Most people only ever see my dominant side.  Friends have laughed and cracked jokes at the thought of me being told what to do by my significant other.  I just smile and let them keep thinking that.  Those who have found themselves with the ability to control me on this level have taken great pleasure in having someone like me willing to submit to them.

I digress, however.  Submission and sex are frequently linked.  They don't have to be, but it does add a degree of fun.  In my experience (I know, I know, I keep saying that), submission and arousal are almost always linked.  Let's take a little trip back in time for another real life example.  I'm eighteen.  I've been hanging out in a hot tub with the man who would become my first Master (though we are nothing more than friends at this point), and become a bit over heated, so I'm sitting on the steps going up in to it.  He doesn't ask if I can walk.  Doesn't ask if I need anything.  He gets out behind me, hands me a towel and says two little words.  Don't move.  In the few minutes I am alone while he gets me water, I barely even blink.  In the back of my mind, I'm wondering why.  I'm also trying to figure out the sudden non-hot tub related wetness between my legs.  It wouldn't be until several weeks later that I would even begin to have an answer to that, and for years I've tried to figure out why it does what it does to me.  As the years passed, I got to the point where the mere idea of submitting to the right person, being totally in their control - if only for a little while - drives me wild.  I'll even admit that one of them is Sean.  I totally have a crush on my own character.  All the rest, as few as they are, happen to be real people.

It does happen.  A strong woman can find complete bliss in submitting to the person of her choosing, and once she does, the control she is used to having over her life is gone.  Sure, she may frequently make her own decisions, but that person's control is always there, and she knows it.  A woman who is dominant in her everyday life can become inexplicably aroused by the delicate chain collar around her neck, right in the middle of a meeting.  A powerful woman's happy place can be kneeling at the feet of the One who controls her as they watch television in the evening.  And it is totally and completely possible to become aroused to the point of inability to walk or speak or think clearly just by having that person completely strip away the power and control you have during your every day life.

Looking Back at Becoming Charity

I let myself have the weekend off from actual writing, thinking I could give my brain a bit of a break.  You see, when I really get going, the scenes seem to play in my mind and it's as though I'm simply a fly on the wall, watching, my hand furiously typing away to get it all down on the page.  Sure, I start out on a new piece with a basic outline for the plot, but that's about it.  I love when this happens.  I'll go back and read over what I have and often find myself thinking, 'wow, I wrote that?'.  Ok, back to that whole giving my brain a break thing.  Yeah.  It didn't happen.  As has become more and more frequent, I found my mind wandering back to the first book I published, The Society: Becoming Charity.  What I was once so proud of has become a literary thorn in my side.

I began writing it nearly seven years ago.  It was a release, a way to deal with some things that were going on in my life.  I had no intention of it being published, ever.  I shared bits on a couple of different sites and with a few friends, and that was it.  Then my friends who had read it began telling me I should look in to getting published, and finally I did.  I worked hard to get the book to a good ending point, found a publisher who would take something that didn't have a romantic sub-plot and that was written in the first person instead of the third.  I was thrilled when it was accepted, waiting eagerly for it to go live.  Then came the second and third books.  It was somewhere between their publication dates that I began to wonder about the first book, started to think it might not be the best it could have been.

It really hit me when I had the compilation book The Society: The First Three published.  I went back through all three to double check for typos, continuity errors, etc.  I found myself reading through the first one and cringing more often than not.  Now, I know most artists are their own worst critics, and that people say you'll never be completely happy with your work.  Since I can be a perfectionist, I set a goal for myself in order to know when a piece was ready for publication.  It's when I can read through and have it be something that I would buy, read and enjoy myself.  I'm a picky reader, especially when it comes to erotica, so this seemed a reasonable goal.  It's worked.  Unfortunately, that goal was set after my first had been published and now I find that it doesn't live up to that standard.  Now, after a long while of thinking it over, I've finally started.

I copied the original content in to a new file and dove in, scalpel in hand.  Overly harsh or extreme scenes will be reworked.  Repetitive scenes will be cut and glossed over.  New scenes will be added to give the book a good, solid plot as well as to allow the characters to become more fully developed.  I refuse to be embarrassed by the book I was once so proud of any longer, and it is my sincere hope that you, dear reader, will not hold this against me.  I was young and angry when it began, and in my determination to be published, I gave you something sub-par.  Believe me when I say I can hear the voices of my English teachers back through the years, and they're all saying the same thing.  "What were you thinking!!"  I am not sure when the edited version will be available, but hopefully it will be soon, and followed by the fourth book in my The Society series, Vanished!

To those of you who actually read the original first book all the way through, you have my thanks and my apologies.  For those who put it down after the first few pages, I understand completely, and I sincerely hope you might give it a second chance when the edited version becomes available.  I'm planning to post some of the edited bits here so that you can decide if it will be worth it to you or not.

Now, enough living in the past!  Time for me to get back to work, the sooner to give you wonderful readers something you can really enjoy!

Teaser Time 3, part 2!

  A little while ago, I posted my first non-sexual teaser, a chapter showing Sean's last days at the program.  While only a few pages in the book separate that scene from this one, a good deal happens.  Annie's reaction to his homecoming isn't exactly what Sean had pictured, and a long conversation is needed to get them back on track.  In this scene, Sean has finally caught her and finally got her to sit down and tell him what's going on.  The dark secret from her past that has had her terrified of submitting while he was away is revealed, and with that out of the way, Sean is eager to make Annie his, to take her not as a slave servicing a guest of his Owner, but as a partner and her Dom.  What made Annie react the way she did when he came home?  Well, you'll just have to read the book to find out!

Though I tried to appear calm, the ice in my glass gave away my trembling and he was by my side in two quick strides, taking the glass from me and setting it on the table before wrapping me in his arms again. He held me til the shaking subsided, then said,

“I can understand why ya ran from me now.”

I gave him a sheepish look, and he kissed the tip of my nose.

“It's alright, darlin', no need to be embarrassed. It may not have been the most logical thinkin', but ya had a good reason for what ya did.”

I shrugged.

“Do ya think we can put all that behind us now, little girl? At least the runnin'?”

“I think we can.”

“I'm glad ta hear ya say that, lass. Every moment that I did'na have to focus on m'trainin', ye were on my mind. I dinna want ya afraid of me, lass.”

“It's not you I'm afraid of, I swear. It's letting go, submitting again. I've been terrified of it ever since that night.  Francis even cut that part of my training short, because he knew where my mind was.”

I couldn't look at him. I could barely look at anything but the carpet.

“Annie, I've said it before and I'll say it again. I'd never harm ya. I dinna know what I need ta do ta prove it to ya, love, but I will prove it. To the rest of The Society, ye'll be my partner, and nothin' more. I may desire more from ya, but they never need know.” His voice was low and soothing, and I began to relax a little.

“Thank you.”

“Yer most welcome, lass. I've said I will'na pressure ya, and I mean it. But I do want ye as more than just my partner.  Maybe I could'a been happy with that before, not fully knowin' what else there might be. But not now.”

I tensed again, and took a small step back. He didn't move.

“I know that scares ya, little one. I dinna want ya to be afraid. I know ye, Annie, yer tough and ye always have been. That's part of why I'm attracted to ya! The thought of a woman like yew being mine, it's intoxicatin'. Sure, I could take a slave, like everyone'll be expectin' of me, but I'd rather have yew, lass.”

While I heard every word he said, the one that stuck with me was 'mine'. He wanted me to be his, to belong to him. I felt my pulse begin to race and my breathing go shallow. I was terrified and thrilled at the same time, my legs tensed and ready to run while at the same time my arousal began to make itself known. I could feel my face flush, and took a seat on the couch to keep my knees from going next. He sat next to me once more, facing me though I faced forward.

“Was it somethin' I said?”

I nodded. The look on his face said he knew exactly what had done this to me.

“Do I need ta say it again?”

I was frozen in place by the mix of emotions running through me.

“I want ya to be mine, Annie. Not the way a slave belongs to their Master or Mistress, but the way that one person can belong to another only when they've given themselves willingly. I've seen it in ya, before I left. I felt ya go weak when I said it before, and I know tis only yer nerves and fear talkin' now.”

He scooted closer to me, putting an arm around my shoulders. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. His free hand brushed my cheek before cupping my chin and turning my face to look at him.

“I can see it in yer eyes, and ya know I can. I know ya want this as badly as I do, ya just need to admit it to yerself.”

I looked away as I felt my defenses begin to crumble a little.

“Dinna look away from me, lass. Ya can'na hide it, though I know yer tryin'. I'll ask ya again, dew ya want this?”

After a moment that seemed like forever, I nodded.

“Ya need help with the words, don't ya little one.”

It wasn't a question, but I nodded anyways.

“Repeat after me then. I am yours.”

For a brief moment I felt like I would faint.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

I forced my eyes to meet his.

“I know ya want to, so say it. I am yours.”

“I...I am....yours.” I finally managed, though even I could barely hear myself.

“What was that?”

“I...am...yours.”

It felt even better the second time than it had the first, my fear giving way to a feeling of freedom I couldn't ever remember having felt before. Sean grinned from ear to ear and pulled me to him, holding me close. I held on to him like my life depended on it. When we finally managed to pull away from each other, he said,

“How do ya feel?”

“I...honestly, I don't know. I can't describe it.”

“Ya look more relaxed now than I've seen ya all day.”

“I think I am. I'm still nervous, but I'm not so afraid any more.”

“I'm glad.”

The hand that had been cupping my chin slid around behind my head and pulled me in for a kiss. His lips were soft against mine, and I could feel myself starting to melt just like I had the first time we kissed. Our lips finally parted, but still we sat there with our heads together, enjoying the closeness of it. Pushing a stray lock of hair from my face, he said,

“Are ya ready for me ta make ya mine, Annie?” His voice was husky and his accent thick. I shivered.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes, it is.”

I could see a glimmer of something in his eyes, something not entirely new but still foreign as he said,

“Yes, what?”

My heart skipped a beat. I didn't have to guess at what he meant.

“Yes...Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Standing, he took me by the hand and lead me into the bedroom, and with one simple word, took full control of me all over again.

“Strip.”

My limbs weak and shaking, I slowly removed my boots, skirt, shirt and bra, letting them fall to the floor. When I was nude, he motioned for me to lay back on the bed and proceeded to undress himself. By the time he joined me on the bed, I was a raw bundle of nerves. He traced a finger from my cheek to my hip and back up the other side, causing me to shiver.

“I know it's always been a bit rough when I've taken ya in the past, darlin', but I believe tonight calls for somethin' different. Just yerself and I, no toys or tools. I've been thinkin' about this a good deal while I've been away, and I've a feelin' yer just as ready for me as I for ye, lass.”

If I hadn't already been soaking wet, I would have been after those words. His voice was low, his eyes a shade or two darker from the pent up desire and I could feel his erection pressing against my leg. I nodded.

“Good.”

With that he kissed me again, pressing himself against me. I was not bound or gagged or blindfolded and yet I felt more helpless to him than I ever had before as his mouth moved down to plant little kisses on the tender spot between my neck and shoulder. I let out a little whimper and heard him chuckle in response. One hand found my breast, gently stroking and squeezing it, occasionally pausing to lightly pinch and twist my nipple. Already my head was spinning, and the tops of my thighs were becoming damp. His cock twitched against my leg repeatedly as his mouth moved from my neck to my breast and back up on the other side to my ear.

“I'd wanted ta drag this out a bit more, lass, but I find I want ya too badly. I know yer ready for me. Spread your legs, little girl.” His voice bordered on a growl, though there was something strangely tender about it.

I did as he asked and he positioned himself, then leaned down to kiss me. Just before he pushed forward, he said,

“Are ya sure yer ready to be mine?”

“Yes, Sir.”

His cock began to slide in to me and I groaned, having forgotten the size of it in our time apart. He began slowly, taking his time moving in and out of me, and did so until I was squirming under him, giving away my desperate need for more. He leaned in for one last gentle kiss before his hand slid behind my head and grabbed my hair at the scalp, pulling my head to the side and exposing my neck. His mouth found my skin once more as his thrusts became harder, his teeth first grazing then biting the sensitive little area he knew all too well.

“What are ya, Annie?” he growled in my ear.

“Yours, Sir.” I gasped in reply.

“Say it.” I could feel him holding back.

“I'm yours.”

“Good girl.”

He groaned and began to fuck me harder. As my arms were free for the first time with him, I reached behind and dug my nails in just a bit, dragging them down his back.

Little by little we lost ourselves to each other and the passion we were feeling. My legs went around his hips as I thrust up to meet him, pressing our bodies together. When he growled in my ear for me to play with myself, I did so gladly and quickly reached my first orgasm. Though he kept going, I could feel him tense as my muscles spasmed around him. I was in a fog and all I knew was that I could not get enough. Wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over us both, his teeth leaving marks on my pale skin just as my nails left on his. I was spinning, falling, loosing myself to him, and I didn't care. The whole thing felt like it would last forever and seemed to come to an end all too soon when he finally pushed in as deep as he could and let go inside of me.

Teaser Time 3, part 1!

  It took me a while to decide what I wanted to post as the teaser for this week, and It came down to two, one of them almost completely non-sexual.  Shocking, I know.  I will admit to being a bit infatuated with the character Sean, and that said infatuation may have something to do with my choices today.  In my first Teaser Time post, we Sean working together with fellow slave Andy to sexually dominate the heroine, Annie.  Over time, he proves to be more than proficient in this role, and a bond develops between he and Annie that leads to his Owner, Susan, offering to enroll him in a special program.  As Sean was sold in to slavery in Ireland after loosing a bet, he has an option that born and acquired slaves do not - to be released and trained as a dominant.  This chapter is a look at what the program is like for Sean towards the end.  And don't worry, I'll be posting a steamy scene in a little while!

The day began as so many had at the program. Sean had been assigned both a male and a female slave to tend to him after his first couple of days there, and it was the female who woke him gently each morning. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, thanked her with a pat on the head and shuffled off to the bathroom. As Sean waited for the water to warm enough he found himself thinking back over the month or so that he had spent at the program compound.

There were several houses that served as living areas for the people in the program and those who ran it, as well as for the slaves that belonged to the program. He had expected the living arrangements to be like those he was used to at Susan and Arnold's manor, where there was a dorm-style room for the male slaves and a separate room of the same style for the females. He was pleasantly surprised to find that this was not the case. Each three story house had six or eight bedrooms that were small without being suffocatingly so, and each bedroom had it's own small bathroom. The furnishings were nothing like he had become accustomed to at the Manor either. There was a full sized bed with a plush mattress and fine linens, two small bedside tables that matched the wood frame of the bed, each with their own small lamp, a small bookcase and a comfortable wing back chair with an ottoman that sat opposite the bed, as well as a small table for meals.

Sean had no idea what happened during a mentorship, as the details of those were usually guarded very closely, but he had a feeling that he was getting the same thing in a much shorter time span. To make things even more intense, he had been told multiple times by the staff that he was progressing much faster than most of the former slaves that had come through. The first few days had been spent covering the rules, protocols and etiquette for Society Dominants, and while it was a lot of information to absorb, Sean had no problems. It wasn't so different from what was expected of the slaves, except for the parts that covered dealing with slaves, both those who belong to you and those who belonged to others. The rest of it simply seemed to be common sense as far as he was concerned.

After flying through that portion, they had moved him on to basic slave and submissive training techniques. Sean was surprised to find that so many of the others in these classes thought that the two were one and the same and had to remind himself that he might have been given a leg up there due to his time with Annie, as well as the dynamic between his former owners. Without that to help him bite his tongue he very well may have given a classmate or two a piece of his mind. The person in charge of that part of the program had to explain it to the others several times before they got it, and even asked for Sean's assistance with the subject. For some reason so many of the participants had a very difficult time understanding that there were some training techniques used on slaves that one should not use on a submissive, at least not without their consent.

As with the first part, Sean moved on from the training classes faster than anyone else save for one or two of his classmates. The third part of the program was much longer, filling about two weeks and dealing with the various tools of the trade and how to use them. This is where the slaves assigned to each participant came in to play. Starting with the basics – bare hand and small tools like paddles, clamps and gags – they learned how to use each both for pleasure and for punishment. They also covered how to punish a slave or submissive who enjoys pain too much for it to be used to correct behavior. Sean once again proved a natural, taking most to singletails and the florentine flogger style, as well as OTK spanking. While his progress had again been speedy, Sean chose to stay in this class the full two weeks to really get his techniques down.

In under a month Sean had managed to reach the fourth stage of the program. As so many within The Society used subliminal training on their slaves, the fourth part of the program was geared towards getting rid of any residual subliminally implanted ideas. Much of their slave training could be wiped clean with the classes during the first three parts, but not everything. The days were easier as there were no formal classes, only recordings that the participants were required to listen to for several hours each day. During this time they could work on their skills with the implements, go over things from other classes or simply enjoy the grounds. It was this that Sean had planned for his day once he got out of the shower.

The girl was waiting for him with a warm, fluffy towel as usual and dried him as he brushed his hair and teeth and went through the rest of his morning ritual. He dressed in a sharp pair of black slacks – a look that had quickly become a favorite of his – and a fitted blue t-shirt before sitting down to the breakfast that the male slave had brought up for him. Sean was just finishing his meal when there was a knock at his door. He nodded to the male slave, who in turn got up and answered the door. It was Francis, the man who had been in the one in charge of handling Sean's time at the program.

“Good morning Sean, how are you this morning?” He asked as the male slave fetched a chair for him.

“A good mornin' to ya as well, Francis. I'm quite well, thanks. Yourself?” He replied, motioning for the girl to pour Francis a cup of coffee.

“I'm just fine. Actually, I have a bit of news for you.” He replied, adding cream and sugar to his coffee. He paused to take a sip and then said,

“I wasn't planning to tell you until you were leaving the program, but some things have come up and your training has progressed so quickly that I feel now is as good a time as any. You know that I don't work full time with the program, that I'm usually only called in when they are short handed.”

“Yes, I remember you sayin' that.”

“Well, they weren't short handed this time. I found out from Susan and Arnold that you were coming here because of your involvement with Annie. I was her Mentor when she came in to The Society.”

“I had no idea.” Sean was stunned, and a little worried about where this was going.

“They let me know because of something Annie witnessed during the submissive portion of her mentorship. I'm sure she will tell you the gory details in her own time, so I'll just give you the basics. She witnessed a submissive who had been serving at the party we hosted that evening being abused by the couple that owned her, and from that night on it seemed as though she was just going through the motions until she moved on from that part of her mentorship. She pushed those urges down pretty far.”

Sean was silent for a moment, taking in what Francis had told him, then said,

“It did'na seem like goin' through the motions when she and I were together.”

“She may not have been. I've got to say, if you've brought that out of her, you've got something special. Don't hurt her.”

“I would never.”

“I'm glad to hear that. Now, the other reason that I'm here. Susan and Arnold got in touch with me because Annie is apparently freaking out a little. Seems she's had too much time to think about things with you gone. Since you've been progressing so rapidly, they decided to ask about the possibility of you graduating the program early. Personally, I don't see an issue with that. You're already very close to graduation.”

“Annie's freaking out? I don't think I've ever seen the lass do that.”

Francis chuckled.

“She doesn't do it often, that's for sure. It takes a lot to make her crack.”

“This must be pretty bad then?” Sean's concern for Annie was evident on his face.

“It seems that way. Now, you're currently in stage four, with the recordings five hours a day. If you double that to ten hours a day you could be out of here in a week. Stage five is simply a set of reviews and that only takes a day or two tops, depending on how you do. I don't think we need to worry about you on that one. What do you say?”

“If Annie's havin' that much trouble, I'd like ta get back as soon as I can.”

“I thought that might be the case. It's going to take a lot of hours, but I think you can pull it off.”

“I'll do m'best.”

“In that case, I'll leave you to it. You've already had three days of the recordings, which leaves you with four days plus your reviews. If you double up on the hours, you can cut that to two days plus reviews, probably four days total.”

“I'll be doin' m'best then.” He was visibly shaken.

“I know you will. I'll go inform Susan and Arnold.”

Francis left the room, and for a moment Sean simply stared at the wall. The conversation with Francis had not only left him worried for Annie, but had also forced him to confront the level of his feelings for her. The same few thoughts ran through his head over and over again. Was he going to loose her because of this? What would she be like when he returned? How much had changed, and how much of that change was because of her own fears getting in the way? Forcing the thoughts from his head, Sean picked up the mp3 player assigned to him, put the buds in his ears and pressed play. Grabbing the pair of floggers he had become fond of he headed out in to the field on the outer part of the compound to practice. Physical activity always helped clear his mind, so he barely noticed the time slipping by. It had been four hours when his slaves brought his lunch out to him. He ate without thinking, his mind elsewhere.

After lunch he returned to his room to change in to his running attire. There was a five mile loop around the compound and he had made that loop many, many times since coming to the program. It was a beautiful route with a canopy of leaves over most of it and a smooth, rock-free path. As soon as his feet hit the path leading away from the house he was in he was jogging, breaking in to a dead run when he hit the running path. Two hours and two and a half laps later, he was drenched in sweat but not yet ready to stop for the day. Slowing to a jog for a mile or so, he decided to walk the last bit to make it an even three laps even though it would take him about an hour to walk the rest of the loop and back to the house. He didn't care, so long as it kept him from worrying himself sick.

Sean finally returned to the house about an hour before dinner. Removing the ear buds and shutting off the player, he stripped out of his workout clothes and headed for the shower that the girl already had running for him. The hot water felt wonderful and he spent more time just standing under the spray than anything else. It wasn't until the water began to cool that he stepped out to be dried. Just as breakfast had been that morning, his dinner was waiting on the little table with the book he had been reading in the evenings next to it. He thanked his slaves and sent them to their dinner, then replaced the ear buds and sat down to eat. After the practice time with the floggers and his run, Sean was exhausted. Still, he had three hours left with the player before he could go to sleep.

When he had finished his meal and his slaves had returned he left the male to clean up and took the female out in to a small wooded area near the house, toy bag in hand. Of course, he had been told that fucking the slaves assigned to him was not only acceptable but almost expected. He had not, however, made use of the girl and the boy held no interest for him in that manner. What he had in mind for her that night was the closest he would get to using the attractive slave girl in his command. From the bag he took a length of rope and looped one end around a smaller tree, then formed the free end in to a cuff around the girl's left wrist. With a second length of rope, he did the same to the right, and then to both of her ankles. When she was securely fastened to the trees beside her, he retrieved his favorite floggers from the bag, walked behind her and quickly found his rhythm. He had not practiced on her outside of the classes, but now he needed something to keep his body awake and his mind occupied. He felt lucky that she was the type that enjoyed pain at that moment as the leather tails began to turn her flesh a light pink.

An hour passed this way, both of them hardly noticing the passing of time. When Sean finally realized how long it had been he put the floggers down and pulled two bottles of water from the bag. He downed half of one himself then opened the second and put a straw in it before holding it to the girl's mouth. She gave him a content little smile and began to drink. It was all he could do to keep from thinking of his Annie back at the manor as he watched the girl drain the bottle. When the water was gone he found the little vibrator he had been given in a side pocket of the bag and, holding it in front of the girl's face, spoke over the recording playing in his ears.

“Now, am I right in thinkin' ya might be wantin' this little device now?”

“Yes, Sir.” She replied, her voice shaking with anticipation.

“I ought ta make ya beg for it lass, but ya've been so good today.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Sean turned the vibrator on and quickly found the girl's clit. Slipping an arm around her he slipped a finger in to her dripping pussy and pressed the vibe against her clit harder. The first orgasm hit hard and fast and the girl arched, twisting against her restraints as it did. Sean smiled. He coaxed her to a second, third and fourth orgasm before stopping. She was practically limp against the ropes by then and he had to put an arm around her waist to steady her as he untied her. He wrapped the half alert slave girl in the blanket from the bag and lay her down gently on the leaf covered ground, her head in his lap. They sat like that for nearly a half an hour before she was able to stand and walk enough to return to the house. He turned her over to the staff person responsible for seeing to the slaves when they were not needed and made his way back to his room where he dismissed the male slave for the night. Glancing at the clock by the bed, he saw that he had only an hour left. Caving to his own desires, he gave himself some much needed relief before cleaning up and getting ready for bed. He filled his final half hour with mindless tasks simply to stay awake, and when that half hour was done he gratefully removed the ear buds, lay down and slipped in to a deep, dreamless sleep.

The next day passed in much the same way, Sean doing everything he could to keep himself awake. At the end of the day, just as he was getting ready for bed, Francis came to see him again.

“I wont keep you long.” He said, watching Sean busy himself with packing his suitcase. “I know you've worked yourself hard today and yesterday. I just wanted to let you know that you have your reviews in the morning at ten.”

“Thanks. I don't think I could have done another day like this tomorrow, honestly. I need more time to recover, but I also needed to shut my mind off. I'm really worried about my Annie.” The last words slipped out before he could catch himself, and Francis smiled.

“I have no doubt that you will fly through your reviews tomorrow. The only reason you would need to stay another day after that would be to select your new things before your return. However, since I know you're worried about Annie, as am I, if you'd like to give me a list of things you need I can see that there is a bag waiting for you after the reviews tomorrow. You could be back at the manor before dinner tomorrow evening.”

Without speaking Sean quickly found a pen and paper and jotted out a list of clothing and other items he would need. It was a fairly short list, as he figured he could acquire the rest after returning home. Francis glanced over the list when it was handed to him and made a mental note to put in a few extra things for the party that would be thrown to welcome Sean in to The Society in his new role.

“Well, I will leave you to your rest. Best of luck to you in the morning, and I will see you when you are finished.” Francis said, reaching out to shake Sean's hand.

“Thank ye very much for everything, Francis.” Sean replied. It wasn't long until he was sound asleep once more.

***

When he awoke on his final day at the program, he could barely contain his excitement. Doing his best to remain calm, he showered and dressed in black slacks, a black t-shirt and black button up. He ate every bit of his breakfast but barely tasted any of it. At nine-thirty, he gathered everything he would need and headed across the compound to the main building for his reviews. The first hour or so was an interview, though it felt more like an interrogation to many who went through it. After that came a demonstration of proficiency with various toys and tools. Lastly came a step by step review of his time in the program and a tallying of the hours spent with the mp3 player. Finally, one of the review board said,

“You've really impressed us, Sean. Susan and Arnold were right to send you to us. We are happy to say that you have completed the program with flying colors, and that if you'd ever like a position at one of the program locations, just let us know.”

“Thank ye all very much.” He replied.

“You are very welcome. Now, Francis has informed us that you have a very special lady to get home to, so we will mail the papers to Susan and Arnold's manor for you.”

After a few more thank yous and handshakes, Sean was finally dismissed. He took the stairs two at a time, and when he reached his room he found Francis waiting for him. There was a shower running and fresh clothing laid out on the bed for him. With a quick nod to Francis he headed for the bathroom and showered as fast as he could while making sure to shave carefully. For one of the only times since he had been there he toweled himself off, then wrapped the towel around his waist to retrieve his clothing. Francis conveniently stepped out on a phone call just as Sean entered the bedroom and he smiled a little at this courtesy. The pants laid out were deep black denim instead of his usual dress slacks and with it was one of his favorite shirts, a well fitted emerald green t-shirt that flattered his coloring perfectly. He checked over the room one last time to make sure he had everything, then found Francis in the hall.

“Ready to go home?” Francis asked with a small smile.

“More than I'll ever be.” Sean replied.