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On The Other Side Of The Looking Glass (Ruphhausin & darkangel76)

Even as I dried you off, I could feel just how much you possessed me. The way you held onto my hair, looked down upon me. It made my tummy flutter and my heart race. And, no doubt, my cheeks had to be bright crimson since I could feel the heat sweeping over them as I used the towel upon your magnificent body. It felt wonderful under my fingers, even if a towel barred the way to your flesh, just as it had when I'd cleaned you with the scrubs. I suddenly felt so special that you allowed me to do these things for you, especially given how badly I wanted to do them. It just made the entire moment tingle and sizzle with electricity.

When I'd just about finished up, I felt your grip on my hair loosen. Immediately I knew it was your way of letting me know you were pleased and that I'd finished. Giving you a small nod of understanding, I then went to dry off my own body. As I did so, I listened to your words as you began to speak to me, letting me know just how our day together would unfold.

I listened so intently, my mind barely focusing on my task of drying off. Somehow, I'd just let my hands do what they must as I wanted most of my concentration to be on your words. As they began to register in my mind, I felt a rush of adrenaline wash over me. After everything we'd been to together, even in such a short amount of time, I knew deep down you were right. Yes, I was afraid. Everything was still so new and I was still only beginning to learn my limits and other such things, not to mention come to terms with my own affinity toward... pain.

Oh, the thought of that. My friends would surely think I'd gone mad if I'd ever mentioned such a thing. But then again, I supposed none of them really knew me either. Not really. I was the quiet one. The shy one. The one who always got overlooked. But... not by Master. No. You saw me and claimed me. You saw that inner being buried within my soul longing to be released. And now, I was yours and I trusted you to guide me and teach me. To be there for me and care for me. I knew you'd do all these things. I just did.

Swallowing lightly, I stood up and looked into your eyes. My grip on the towel was tight as I licked my lips and felt my still damp hair sticking tightly to my back. Blushing more, I whispered, "Yes, Master Carl. I am afraid. But, I do want those things and I want to learn and experience them with you." I paused a moment as I averted my eyes to the floor. "I trust you, Master Carl. I know you'll make sure I learn as I need and that you'll be there for me in the end."
 
I smiled, your hand in mine as I led you to the bed and sat you down. The servants had made it and now it was as if no one had slept there, one of the few things that I was strict about was how things were supposed to be. I then went to the closet, selecting what I wanted you to wear that would be pleasing to me. I found what I wanted, picking out the complete outfit for you and then laying it on the bed beside you.



"Go ahead and put these on, as it is what I want you to wear. I want you to get used to not being modest around the house, as the servants are not going to be judging anyone. As soon we are dressed, we will go eat breakfast. As you are dressing, I want you to think about any other questions that you may have as well as anything you may wish to ask of me now that you belong to me."

I dressed in a pair of light slacks, a silk shirt of a similar shade, and of course both my socks and soft-soled shoes. I waited on you, as I am used to dressing efficiently, as it is a bit of an occupational process I have mastered. People, especially those who worked for me, were not going to learn all the things you were, and I smiled as I then spoke to you again.

"Also, after breakfast, I will give you a much more thorough tour of the house.. including the parts that have.. special purposes."
 
I sat still and quiet as I watched you look through the closet, obviously picking out the clothes you wished for me to wear. As you looked through everything, my mind drifted slightly. I wondered how it was that you'd had such clothing already there and in place. I bit down on my lip just then, my eyes moving from watching you to fixing themselves upon the floor. A wave of nerves washed over me just then and I found myself feeling so very strange. At that, questions started to enter my mind. Questions. And fear.

When you turned around to look at me, I did my best to not look distraught. I gave you a smile and took the clothes you'd handed me. They were so revealing... Immediately, I could feel my cheeks burning and I knew full well they'd turned red. I was indeed a very self-conscious person, not overly thrilled with my outward appearance. Though, for you, I'd obey... even with the fear that had made its way into the back of my mind.

Slowly, I began to dress in the clothes you'd chosen for me, my instinct to clasp my arms about my middle, hiding myself from view. My knees were shaking, my lips trembling. I looked over at you as you finished up dressing yourself as well. You looked so handsome. So charming. But still that fear that had so suddenly found me remained in my mind. I knew I had to ask if my trust in you was not to falter.

Before I had the chance to utter a word, you approached me. Telling me about the tour we'd be taking after our meal. About the places for special purposes. Again, that fear washed over me. At fist, I found myself just nodding, acknowledging what you'd told me, what we'd be doing. But I couldn't hold your gaze any longer, I just couldn't. My eyes found the floor once again and a lump suddenly formed in my throat.

"Master, I..." I began, my voice shaking as my nervousness became apparent. And it wasn't because of the clothing I wore, though that didn't help with my nerves. "I..."

Damn it! My eyes were beginning to sting and I could feel the tears beginning to form. Shit! I couldn't look up at you now. It was too embarrassing. But still, I knew I needed to follow through with my questions. There was no turning back now, not if I was yours. Your slave. I needed to ask.

"Why do you have so many women's clothes at the ready, Master?" My god, my voice was so shaky. "And these rooms, I... Master..." my voice trailed as I felt a tear roll down my cheek. "How many slaves have you had before me? How long ago... I..." I wanted to crumble onto the floor, my breaths coming rapidly as I suddenly found it difficult to breathe. "I don't think I can handle it if I'm not your only one or..."

Jesus, I felt so stupid and silly and all things bothersome. I wanted to hide, to never come out. I just wanted to be special to you, to be worth that much that I'd be your only one. You'd obviously had others. And I felt as though I'd known that answer before you could even tell me so. And even now, you could still have others, but...

Finally, I found my courage and looked up at you, my eyes watery, my cheeks stained with my tears. "Please, am I your only one now?" I bit down on my lip as more tears fell. I so hoped I'd hear what I longed to hear, but I wouldn't feel at ease until you told me as such, explained things further. I already felt so much for you, had given all of my body to you, my soul. I just needed to know or I'd forever feel this sense of unease. So, just trying to breathe, I readied myself for your answer.
 
"My only one period. The reason for so many clothes being here is simple: I bought them for you, either off the rack or had them tailor made for you. If you remember, one of the companies I own is a women's clothing company. I didn't just buy it, or any of my other companies on a whim. They are one of the best manufacturers in the world of women's clothing, using only the best quality materials. The one I own for men's clothing is the same, and why they are now joined as one larger company as well. I also, when I was younger, worked for them both. Just because I have money doesn't mean I don't know how to work, and I have which I think you know. I learned how to judge with my eyes a woman's measurements, and it looks like I got yours perfectly."

I smiled, not letting you feel foolish at all. I kiss you softly, then leading you again down to the dinning room. The breakfast was there buffet style, something I was used to. There were eggs cooked in at least six different ways, as well as plenty of different kinds of sausage, American, British, and Canadian style bacon, a number of different kinds of cereal including granola, oatmeal, and others. I held you close in one arm, not letting you go till you were alright and knew I had answered you well enough for what you needed to understand and know to be true.
 
I felt a warmth spread throughout the insides of my body when you told me I was your only one. No words, none, could even begin to describe the euphoria that washed over me. My knees began to wobble and I knew if I didn't brace myself I could very well fall to the floor. Trembling, shaking, my lips turned up into a small smile at being your one and only, I tried my best not to falter further.

Suddenly, as if you knew what I was thinking and feeling, were able to read my body language, you were at my side. It amazed me how well you could sense things about me, could read me. Oh, and your touch! It seared against my flesh giving me comfort and happiness. Giving me such a feeling of ease. The moment your lips touched mine, I felt my tummy flutter and my heart pound. Yes, I was yours. Your Alice, your slave. I knew now for certain that I could go on, move forward. That I would. You possessed me now and I loved very deeply that you did.

You then led me downstairs and soon we were in the dining room. I was astounded at the beautiful display of food before us. So many wonderful choices and everything smelling so deliciously good. I could feel my mouth beginning to water as I looked upon the dishes, my tongue darting out to lick at my lips. Just then, my tummy grumbled a bit. Immediately, my cheeks began to burn and I let out a soft, but nervous, giggle. Your arm tightened a bit giving me more comfort. Yes, you loved me. I would never doubt again. My trust would never falter. How foolish I'd been to even let the thought find its way into my mind. Though, I supposed that at least I'd been able to ask rather than let my curiosity run rampant and causing me to over think things more than I had in those few moments before building up the courage. Now, as I looked up at you, as I felt your arms holding me so tightly, so protectively, I knew I was right where I was supposed to be and that you would see to it that I learned all that I needed to be a proper slave for you.

Pressing myself against you a bit, wanting to feel more of your warm body against my own, I inhaled deeply. The food smelled decadent and I was famished. Giving you an even brighter smile, I tilted my head a bit and asked, "What would you like first, Master Carl? I'd like to serve you your food, if I may. And everything smells so very delicious." Blushing more, I patted my belly. "I think my tummy's growling makes it plain how eager I am to taste and try everything." I giggled again, my eyes still fixed to yours. "If I may?" I asked again.
 
I nodded to you, making it very clear that I did want you to get my food for me. I moved and pulled my chair out at the front of the table, but also yours right on the right of me as well. I reached and poured us both a tall glass of the blood orange juice as I told you what I wanted first. I did so making certain that you understood me fully, and as everything was labeled as I told the staff you would not know where each thing was yet.

"I want some of the deviled scrambled eggs, as well as some of the grilled tomato slices, some of the fried diced potatoes, a couple of the large sausage links with the chopped apple in them, some bacon of course, and two of those biscuits and one of the large English muffins. The softened butter is on the table, and that will do for the first round of breakfast for me."

I smiled, waiting as I knew you were going to get mind first. There was much more, as I knew you were hungry, and you would try some of many things. I smiled, wondering if you would notice how much of the silver was actually silver.
 
With great care, I made sure to make note of the labels, doing my best to take it all in and commit things to memory. I wanted to make you proud and I wanted to learn, so putting forth the effort was something I was very happy to do. Once satisfied, I moved to begin placing generous helpings of everything you wanted onto a plate, one special and just for you. As I added samplings of each dish, I wanted to make sure it looked pleasing to the eye. Enticing you to want to try and taste and relish each thing, intensifying the experience of the meal we would soon be sharing together.

It was funny. In all ways I wanted to make sure that you were pleased, satisfied. I wanted you to know that it truly meant something to me that you felt as such. You were my Master, my everything. I didn't want you to ever doubt the care and feelings I had for you and that even meant in how I went about the little things in day-to-day life.

Suddenly, my tummy growled again. Almost immediately I could feel my cheeks burning. I let out a nervous-sounding giggle and smiled. "Everything looks so delicious, Master. I'm sure everything will taste wonderful. I know my tummy is eager to try things."

Still smiling, I brought your full plate over to you and set it down in front of you on the table. Before moving to do anything else, I stayed where I was waiting for your approval. Licking my lips, I felt my breath catch as I waited there. I hoped you liked the display I'd made for you and as I looked at the place setting before you I suddenly felt like a naïve child. I wasn't used to such fine things and yes, I could tell that everything you had was of refined tastes, costly to most. But, I knew you weren't the sort to let such things influence you. After all, you chose me. I was far from refined, a simple and plain girl that for your own reasons caught your eye. And now, here I was. With you.

"Would you like me to get you anything else, Master?" I then asked, breaking the short moment of silence.
 
Very pleased with how quickly that you have gotten my food, I was eager for you to eat yourself. I shake my head, gesturing to where your plate was. I let my eyes tell you that your display was very much appreciated, but also that I know you were famished. As I speak, my eyes are very focused and soft at the same time.

"Not right now, as you need to get yourself food so that you can start eating. I want you to tell your stomach guide you on what and how much of it you get. Do not be ashamed of having a hearty appetite as I said earlier, because I intend to make you as hungry as possible and as often as possible."

I began to eat, smiling and relishing both the food and your willingness to display yourself for me even as you were needing to eat. I wanted you to really hurry and get yourself your first plate of food, especially as I wanted you to fully meet your need as I wanted you to.
 
I smiled brightly, my tummy rumbling yet again. That burn in my cheeks only intensified as the tiny growling sound emanating from my belly hit my ears. Still smiling, however, I gave you a nod and headed back to the serving dishes so that I could set up my own plate. Oh, the aroma from all the food was heavenly, making me feel hungrier as I began to put things onto my plate. Once done, I made my way back to the table, back to you. I carefully set everything down and looked at you for a brief moment.

I still felt so modest in the revealing clothes you had me wearing as I wasn't really comfortable with my body. But, I could tell by the way you looked at me that you were pleased, that you liked looking at me. It was such an odd feeling for me and I wondered when such hesitations would melt away. I had to admit, being looked at by you was more than enough to excite me, to make me feel beautiful and worth noticing. But to walk around as such for others to see? I didn't know how I would fare there. I knew I'd try for you, but I really didn't like how I looked, my shape and build.

Finally, I sat down in my chair. Almost chewing on my lower lip, I found I couldn't hold your gaze. That intensity, that fire. It was back in your eyes. I could see it beginning to burn as you continued to watch me, seeing into my soul, my heart. It almost hurt, all these emotions that were suddenly filling me as I watched that desire form in your eyes and wash over your face. The thought that I could have such an affect on someone, someone like you, was still so very new to me. You knew I wasn't used to being singled out, the one to shine. But in your eyes… I did.

I swallowed lightly and picked up a fork. Mustering up my courage, I looked up into your eyes once more. "Everything looks delicious, Master."

I took a bite and let out a contented sigh as the flavors danced about my tongue. Still looking at you, I could sense your desires growing even more. I needed to hurry, to eat quickly. So, without further hesitation, I began to eat everything set before me, taking care to do so in a way that would further entice and please you, yet still allow me to finish quickly for soon, I'd need to satisfy another hunger. One I felt burning deeply inside myself as well.
 
I smiled as we both ate, very glad that you were enjoying the food. I moved my hand to yours, my eyes letting you know that you needed to slow down a bit, as I was more than wanting you to relish the food as much as I. I was very intend on what I wanted from and with you, but not wanting to rush anything to quickly for either of us. We needed time to get used to each other, and what we need and want from each other. I was just beginning to satisfy your needs, and you were only beginning to learn of mine and as I spoke softly to you, I expressed what was going to happen after this meal as well as my desire for you to enjoy it fully.

"Take your time with your food, my dear Alice. That is what I intend to do with mine, as well as with you when I take you to the Classroom."

My words were short and direct, but I wanted you to know there was a very simple reason why you were dressed the way you were. I did have a room of the house specifically designed for the purpose that I have you wearing the outfit. I was taking you to School, meaning I was going to intensify what you were going to be learning to be my slave. I smiled with a soft but wicked glint in my eyes, making it very clear that my will would be heeded in every way and in every moment of the day. I knew you had to remember that was true, but I also wanted you to understand that I would be going full into the intense desire and dominance of the idea as well.
 
I nodded as I swallowed down a bite of the delicious food I'd been chewing, the taste of it still swirling about my mouth, my tongue. It brought about a sense of comfort within me as I felt my body begin to tremble slightly. That comfort was furthered the moment you reached out to me and placed your larger hand about mine. My eyes drifted to our connected hands in that moment, the connection growing between us as you touched me so casually. But despite what might come off as a simple gesture between two people, I could sense the intensity, could feel it, see it. It was slowly consuming me.

I blinked my eyes several times just them trying to regain focus. You had a way of distracting me, my body and thoughts. It just meant I needed to learn how to push past that distraction. Push past, but hold on and give myself over to you fully and completely in all that I did. Just then, I took another deep breath and steadied my pace. Your words slowly sinking in.

Alice. Yes, I was your Alice now and you my Master.

My head instinctually nodded as I took another bite of food, making sure to relish the tastes, textures and flavors of everything as I ate. Though, I had to admit my mind was reeling. I wondered what sorts of things I'd be learning in this 'classroom', one you said you'd had specifically designed and built for what you had in store for me. Again, I felt that niggling voice, the one trying to fill me with doubt and fear. Was this room built for me in mind? Was it…?

I shook my head ever so slightly to try and find my focus, but I could feel my eyes prickle a little. Surely, this was a dream. I couldn't be that special to you… could I? Finally, I looked up at you, my eyes finding yours.

"All right, Master," I responded, acknowledging that I'd heard you, that I understood.

Looking back at my food, my flesh still sizzling from where you were touching me, I slowly brought up a forkful of food and took another bite and again and again. Slow. Steady. Mind racing, heart pounding. Desperately trying to push away the fear, letting it go so that my trust could take over. Finally. Finally, I took the last bite of my food, knowing that soon you'd be taking me to this special room you'd mentioned, the one I was currently dressed to 'attend'.
 
We were both finished eating, and I smiled as I slowly stood up and helped you up as well. I started leading you out of the room, heading for the small set of steps that allowed him to take her to a secondary part of the first floor. The house was build according to my design, and with it built on the site of a slope heading for the beach that was just past some of the lush trees I was interested how you would handle this part of the house.

"I combined the best of several designs for my home, so you will find a blend of classic and innovative here. The Classroom was one that I am certain that only you could appreciate.. but then it was built solely for the purpose of educating you in how to please me totally."

I led you past the "man cave" part of the section, with its very large DVD library of movies, television series, and games. I knew you would ask about that, but I arrived at the door I wish to take you and open it. I moved you into the room behind that door that was there right next to the "man cave", and I let it sink in how detailed the Classroom was. It was a perfect replica of a modern classroom, complete with desks that high school students would be sitting in now, and a whiteboard behind the large teachers desk. There were cabinets in the room, as well as a closet for things, all of which were the things needed for the room and what was done in there. There were, as I wanted, the long florescent lights as well as sprinklers in the ceiling of the room, and I let you look around for a few and allow you to form any questions you may have.
 
I licked my lips a bit as you stood up and moved toward me, escorting me out of the room and into another. Though I didn't know exactly where in your house we were going, I knew it was the classroom you'd mentioned earlier on. I was already dressed for the part and knew very well what you were wanting of me. Of course, I didn't know what to expects as far as specifics, but I could guess to a certain degree at least.

My eyes darted about, taking in everything as we made our way to the special room. The styles and décor were rather interesting and spoke a lot about your character. You were definitely the sort who had the most impeccable of tastes, blending things together in ways others couldn't. Where most would make a mess of things, you made perfection and for some reason that helped to set me at ease.

As we continued to make our way, I couldn't help but smile a little at your words. They were subtle, but I noticed… it was as if you recalled my earlier fears and worries of not wanting to be another notch on a bedpost, how I hoped to be someone special to you. Your one and only… My confidence in that grew a bit when you mentioned that the room was designed for 'me'. I knew you'd very much meant me and only me. That it had been something you'd had done when you knew you'd be setting your plan into motion to finally claim me as you were meant to do. And the idea of that only made my feelings toward you grow, my want to be yours, your slave, your Alice increase even more than they'd already had.

I could feel your heat emanating from your body and washing over mine as we walked. It felt nice, like I was somehow already in your possessive embrace though I was merely just next to you. It was intense, overwhelming almost, and it caused my breath to catch for the briefest of moments. Finding my composure, I allowed my gaze to take in my surroundings once more. After all, I needed to learn the layout of your place. I was indeed yours now, so doing so was highly important. I took note of what looked like your own personal area for relaxation. A typical bachelor's sanctuary filled with movies and games. It rather intrigued me though given my own interests were fairly similar. Though somehow I knew you already knew this about me…

Finally, we stopped. I knew where we were. We'd arrived at our final destination. The classroom. I swallowed lightly, my thoughts reeling as I wondered what sorts of things I'd be learning within these walls. I hoped to be your top student… your only student. I had no doubt that I'd be disciplined when needed, but I also knew you'd be fair. Regardless, I did feel my nerves rise a bit given how new all of this was for me. But I knew you'd help me and guide me. Finally, you pushed open the door and together we walked inside the room.

I did my best to take in everything. The room was identical to the ones I remembered attending back in my younger days, back when I'd truly been a student in your typical school. This one was different and I knew the various cabinets had to be holding items that were far far different from what the cabinets of old had contained. The desks were standard and the lighting exactly as I recalled the old classrooms of my youth. So much detail. So much work. And… for me?

Suddenly, I felt so special. Though I didn't know entirely what was in store, you had said this was all for me specifically. Me, alone. My heart immediately began to pound beneath my breast as I looked over everything, certain things starting to register.

Turning to look at you, I could feel my cheeks burning into a blush. Feeling a bit nervous, I clutched my bared middle and looked shyly up at you, though I could feel the intensity with which you looked at me.

"Master Carl, when will my lessons begin?" I asked. Biting down on my lip for a moment, I then added. "Will they include using any of the items stored away in these cabinets?" I arched a brow quizzically, genuinely wanting to know. I then gestured toward one of the cabinets, making it clear I was seeking your permission to open it, to peer at the contents inside. "I hope to make you proud, Master Carl." I averted my eyes from yours in that moment. I suddenly wondered what your rewards versus your punishments would be. I had no doubt I'd be experiencing both given our earlier encounters together, your claiming, everything. And in that moment, a part of me wondered… which I'd like better.
 
"Actually, you are quit correct, Alicia, my Alice. Your curiosity has giving you very good insight to my intentions on those matters. These cabinets hold the instruments both of reward and punishment.. of pleasure and pain. Not pain that is destructive, but rather that is seductive. I know that there are levels of pain you like, and we shall explore them. I myself have an extremely high threshold where pain is concerned, but then one cannot have the staying power where pleasure is the matter without the reverse being true."

I moved closer to you, smiling down at you as I caressed your face again. I smiled as I did so, making it very clear that you are still pleasing me with your inquiries. I slowly moved behind you, my hands on your breasts as I pressed into you from behind. I was not quite hard, rather I was only beginning to become stimulated as I kneaded your breasts through the very flimsy top I had you in. As I spoke again, I made many more things clear that I knew were totally not so before and that I wished for you to be very aware of in order for things to proceed.

"As far as things go, I may at any time decide that you will no longer be stuck in a capacity as an employee at the office. I reserve that right as Master that is my right, and you will honor that. I also expect you to be very aware of everything around you as best as you can, seeing as you are going to be very much my face to some of the people I employ. Now, open the cabinet."

I watched you, knowing that when you opened it you would be surprised at the very vast collection of instruments and aids that it alone had. It was only the one holding the collection of paddles, but it was a start for your knowledge to begin to grow about me and what I was expecting of you.
 
I found myself nodding almost involuntarily as you quenched my curiosity to a point with your words. Reward and punishment. Pleasure and pain. Licking my lips, I could feel my need to open the cabinets grow and with that my sex suddenly tightened, an unexpected clench at the thought of what could lie in store for me. For us. I had to bite down on my lip to stifle the groan that wanted to pass over my lips. No doubt you could already sense my slight arousal, but I wanted to show you that I could hold out a little, let things fall as they may, as you wanted them to.

Taking a quick breath, I suddenly realized you moved closer to me. Your heat caressed my flesh just as your hand started caressing my face. Oh I felt so loved and desired right then, especially when your hands began to roam my body, resting on my breasts as you pressed yourself against me. Another groan tried to bubble up from within and suddenly a tiny gush flowed from between my legs.

I had no idea how you did this, how you stimulated me in such ways. A mere touch, a brush of skin, and I was melting into the mold that was you. I wondered if it was a sign of weakness or if it was just nature's way of giving me signs that this had always been my destiny from the start. I preferred the latter idea and decided to hold onto it, liking the thought that I had been somehow designed specifically for you.

And… you for me.

Just then, I felt your hands begin to massage my breasts. Within an instant, my nipples hardened into perky nubs against your palms. I had all I could do to hold myself up as my knees became wobbly, my body trembling as you aroused me that much further. Oh god… another gush! I could feel my juices dripping down the upper part of my inner thighs and I suddenly found myself wondering if you approved of that, if I had the same affect on you as you did on me… Oh, I hoped so, I hoped so badly…

I had to focus on my breathing all of a sudden as you began to speak again. Your words sinking into my mind as everything was becoming clearer and clearer with each passing moment. Finally, with a hesitant and shaking hand, I reached for the cabinet door, my mind spinning as my clit began to throb.

Another gush!

I slowly pulled on the cabinet's handle and heard the click of the release allowing the door to open freely. Licking my lips, the iridescent lights from the room began to spill inside the darkened area inside the cabinet. What wonders, what instruments lied inside? I could only begin to guess, but I was certain it would only be the beginning.

Suddenly, my eyes were met with a curious sight. Paddles. So many… different sizes, different materials… No doubt each one provided a different sensation, a different sting. Slowly, I turned my head to look at you, a glance over my shoulder as my eyes met yours. I felt like you were seeing through me, deep into my very soul. Oh yes, I was yours. Forever… so long as you wanted me.

Swallowing, I tried to find my voice. "Which one will we be using first, Master Carl?" I asked. My voice sounded husky to my ears and a wave of embarrassment washed over me. I felt so small and vulnerable, completely at your mercy as I was under your scrutiny. But I couldn't help it. My curiosity was begging to know what it felt like, what you would do and how and why. I wanted to know so much and this was just the beginning as far as receiving any answers.
 
I smiled, your mind very transparent to me as I could read both your body and your eyes as you asked that question. My hands kneaded your breasts more, deciding that you should see just how intensely I am going to take this next adventure of ours. I kissed you, pressing against my more so that your wetness from your three gushes was going to seep through my shorts. I feasted on your mouth for several minutes, then I answered your question carefully.

"We are going to start with the straight wooden, there in the middle. Why don't you reach in there and get it for Master, as he is going to relish getting you prepared for it first. That will take a little time, as you have not yet told Master about how long you have wanted to be paddled by him. You know it could not every be by anyone else but him, so you should be in touch with how long you have needed it by now."

I waited till after you had gotten the one I was gesturing to before I continued telling you what I wanted from you before we began.

"Caress the fine wood, and imagine it striking you in all the right places as I paddle you with it. Ponder on all of the things that you will be doing to earn my using it on you, as well as how many others I have that I will eventually use on all of those same places and for all of the same things..."
 
A wave of warmth and security washed over me as you leaned closer, your hands massaging my sensitive breasts as your lips suddenly found mine. Your kiss made my tummy flutter, causing tingles to run along my skin only to finally settle between my legs. Yes, you had such power over me, such an affect. I couldn't help that my body responded and slowly, I was finding that I wasn't minding it so much. You seemed pleased with me, with everything about me—though I still found myself wondering how such a thing was possible being so ordinary. But, I supposed that didn't matter. I was here. Not someone else. All of this was for… me.

When you broke our kiss, I heard myself whimper in mild protest, an indicator of my want and need of you. Immediately, my cheeks flushed, the heat rising quickly making me feel hot. I then bit down on my lip and took in your words as you began to explain a bit about what would be coming next for me. For us.

I nodded and reached for the straight wooden paddle per your order. The moment my hand touched the wood a surge of adrenaline suddenly coursed through my veins. I was only just beginning to understand my masochism, my need for you and what you provided. But I knew you'd help me, guide me. You'd nurture me and see to it that I learned what was needed and that I'd be sated according to my needs and desires. How you knew me so well, so thoroughly and completely still had me in a daze. In complete awe. I had to admit yet again that it was nice, that it felt right. It made me feel so special to know that I'd been worth studying and observing, worth taking the time to know and understand. I was special to you and only now as I held the paddle was that starting to really become clear.

All for me…

My eyes began to well with unshed tears just then as overwhelming emotions began to flood my senses. I truly did mean this much to you. I truly was special. No words could do justice to what I was feeling in that moment. Taking a deep breath, I then let my hands touch at the paddle more. Only this time I felt beyond the mere wood of it. It was finely crafted, I could see that plainly. But this was a device that would connect us, bond us further. I'd be able to further explore my masochism, learn to better trust. In that I'd find truth. Happiness.

Just then my mind began to wander. I could vividly imagine the paddle striking my backside, reddening each cheek until they finally bruised. Suddenly, another gush flowed from my sex. Yes, this would make us closer than we were already and I longed for that. Longed to truly be loved unconditionally and above all others, to be your someone special. I longed to trust without any shreds of doubt trying to hinder the way. I wanted that. I needed that.

"This will bring us closer, Master Carl," I whispered as I continued to caress the paddle with my fingers. Yes, there was a bit of fear coursing over me, but my trust in you, my want to explore, overpowered that. I knew you'd never hurt me. You just wouldn't. And how I wanted all of this with you and you alone. "I know you'll show me and teach me. I can imagine how it would feel already." I then looked into your eyes, my own filled with curiosity of what would come now. At that I smiled, thoughts beginning to swirl around inside my mind. "Master? How do I earn such things? I'm ready to learn and to be taught."
 
I smiled, very pleased with how you are responding so well. I knew how intensely you were accepting all that I am doing to you already, and I moved my mouth and start nibbling on the side of your neck. I pressed tighter still against you from behind, nibbling a bit harder as I do. I tightened my hands on your lovely tits, steadily kicking up another notch how I was taking total possession of your body. I pinched and twisted your nipples just a bit, stopping in my nibbling only long enough to speak to you again. I didn't remove my mouth from the spot on your neck I was biting, rather letting the sensation of my speaking stimulate your flesh more as I gave my next directions to you.

"Take the paddle out and then close the cabinet, Alice. It is time to really begin going through the Looking Glass, and the first step is in you getting your first real spanking with a paddle. How long have you wanted to feel the smooth, varnished wood against your flesh, and not just on your ass? I know you want it used in other places, or your cunt would not be so sopping wet. You need it to be used properly, and anywhere I please. Tell Master just how much you want to be spanked for all those times you masturbated over the thought of it, and then he will start to do just that. Do as you are told and get the paddle and shut the door, and then your real education can begin."
 
I swallowed lightly as I nodded, my hands caressing the wood of the paddle as I fully removed it from the cabinet. Without looking back at you just yet, I closed the cabinet back up as you'd ordered. It was hard not to look back. The way you pressed up against me, the way your hands roughly groped and squeezed at my body. I could feel another gush rush from my aching cunt. Oh, I was so wet. So wet and ready yet I was only just beginning to understand what your expectations were of me. So much I still needed to know, to learn.

Once the cabinet was shut, I allowed myself to close my eyes briefly. Just a moment where I could relish the feel of your touch as I held the paddle in my hands. Still resisting the urge to look back, I spoke.

"Yes, Master Carl," I began. My voice sounded so lusty I almost didn't recognize it. What were you awaking within me? "I want to be spanked. But by no other than you." I paused a moment as my breath caught suddenly. When I was able to breathe again, I continued as calmly as I was able, though I knew you could hear the emotion in my voice, feel it in my manner. "I only want you, Master Carl. I want you to spank me, to teach me."

Suddenly, my eyes snapped open and I gave into the urge that had been looming, beckoning. I slowly turned my head a little, just enough so that my eyes could find yours. I was seeking your approval, your guidance. I wanted you to know fully what I was feeling. The lust, the fear, the love, the apprehensions. Somehow I knew you'd understand them and would help me through everything.

"And yes, Master Carl," I added. "I… I have masturbated to such thoughts. Thoughts of you, thoughts of…" my voice trailed and I could feel a burn sweep over my cheeks. A part of me was so embarrassed to admit such things. What would you think of me now? So ordinary… so needy… so… plain. Suddenly, I felt a prickle at my eyes and I wanted to curse. These emotions that were being invoked were so strong and frightening. Yet, despite that, I wanted to give my all to you. Crying, though not out of fear of you or anything else, I finally said, "I'm ready for my education to begin, Master Carl."
 
I smiled, nodding as I did. My eyes told you all that you needed to know, that I was very pleased with your admissions of your needs and desires. I then moved you closer to the large desk I had in front of the room, the oak desk large as I moved to get you leaning against it with your hands spread out. I then had the paddle in one hand, the other lifting your skirt to expose your practically bare ass to me. When I spoke, my free hand fondling your ass with your skirt up at your waist, I made it very clear what was going to happen.

"I am starting with your ass, but other areas will need paddling. Spread those legs of yours, keeping your thighs open wide enough for the paddle. It is not an overly big one, but you will allow for it to fully move between your legs when I want it to be able to."

With that, I started to paddle your ass. I got you on each ass cheek the full number of your age, making the swats just as hard as I sensed you could stand. I then moved on, getting your thighs and pussy as I wanted. I knew how that would make you feel, and my manner with paddling you and caressing each area afterward let you know that it was alright to cry, to enjoy the pleasure and pain of it, and to also grovel for more.
 
I licked my lips a bit with the tip of my tongue as you told me next what to do, how to stand. A little hesitant, though not out of apprehension, I moved into position. I felt a little awkward, unsure that I was standing in a way that was right or pleased. But, I had to start somewhere. I had to learn. And the only person I wanted teaching me was you.

As I waited for what I was sure would be coming, I could feel my anticipation begin to rise and with it my adrenaline began to surge. My heart began to pound and my breathing was already starting to quicken, coming in shorter and heavier rasps the longer you made me wait. Goose bumps broke out all over my heated skin, skin that I knew would soon be heated, not to mention reddened or perhaps even more, from the paddle I knew you held your strong, powerful hands.

Suddenly, I felt your hands playing with the hem of my short skirt. I knew my ass was already quite exposed given the skirt's length, but I could feel you pushing it up further nonetheless. Immediately, my breath caught in my throat. The tiniest wave of fear washed over me in that brief moment that seemed to linger on for an eternity. And then it resume when your hand began to fondle my ass, gently caressing and petting my skin as if you were admiring a blank piece of canvas, an artist contemplating just how he'd begin to fill the page.

Sucking in a sharp, yet very deep, breath, I could feel my pounding heart stop for a moment before it continued once more. Yes, I was afraid. Afraid of what would come. I'd never been paddled before, though so often I'd dreamed of this and with you. I trust you. I did, but… I was afraid. I licked my lips and braced myself, resisting the urge to look back. I had to trust in you. I had to…

Just then, I hear your voice telling me to spread my legs a bit and so I did. And as I did I could feel myself trembling all over as I reached deep inside myself for that trust I wanted to give to you and only you… Reaching, searching… I wouldn't look back, I wouldn't…

Thwack!

"Uhh…" I grunted as you struck me hard with the paddle, the lick of the wood against my flesh like that of hot flame when it burns. Oh how it stung. Almost instantly my eyes began to water a little.

Thwack!

"Uhh…!" My body bounced a bit, biting into the desk. Yes, a bruise would be forming on my front as well as on my backside.

Thwack!

"Uhh…!!" So roughly I was being beaten, but then… then I felt your hand touch me. It was quick, gentle, soft.

Thwack!

"Uhh…!!!" At that, I began to cry, my tears flowing freely as the sobs passed over my lips, my body bouncing roughly between each strike. But between each strike, I felt each gentle reassurance, each caress letting me know I was safe, loved, cherished.

Finally, I dared myself to look back at you with red and watery eyes. I wasn't sure what exactly I'd be greeted with when I looked into your eyes, but the moment our eyes found each other, I swallowed.

"Master Carl, please… may I have another."
 
I was very pleased as you begged for more, and I continued paddling you. I made a especially direct point of paddling your cunt, wanting it to hit your clit as I was well aware you were getting aroused. Even with your tears, you were starting to need more and other needs growing with it. I was relishing paddling you everywhere I pleased, but especially on your pussy. I then decided to really answer your begging, and I started to paddle where I wanted, not rubbing this time between them. I knew you had to be at that stage, as you would need something bigger to allow you to be reminded what the paddling was for, and I wanted your senses to push you into groveling for it.

"Yes.. more. That is what a bad girl like you needs.. making your Teacher punish you so. You are bad on purpose, wanting him to do these things to you that you know you deserve. Master Carl has to.. has to make you see how badly you need him to do all of these things to you, all so he can teach you properly and how to behave properly. You need to start groveling, Bad Alice... to start pleading for what you really need from him."

After thoroughly paddling you, I then start to knead all those areas, the paddle behind me on what is to be your desk. I squeeze and grope you all over, not as lovingly rather more with a wanton lust. This was about sexual domination, this session, as well as your fantasy. You had to come out of this declaring even more how much you belonged to me, as your degradation had to be as intense as your validation. I was there to bring you back together, but as your Master I had to first shatter each of your walls one at a time. This was only the second, and I wanted you to help with hammer I was taking to it.
 
With each strike my grunts grew louder until I was finally sobbing, a quivering mess as the paddle connected with my flesh making it sting as if a fiery flame has laid its kiss against it. I was trembling violently, my tears falling so hard I could barely see straight. Though as I cried, I could feel my arousal, that dull throbbing ache as it intensified between my legs with each drip that gushed from my needy, seething cunt.

No words. None. Nothing could describe the things I was feeling in those moments with you. Everything was pure emotion for me. So raw and real. I could feel your dominance, taste it. It was a strong taste as it danced on my tongue, growing ever stronger as you pushed me further and further down a path I knew I could never turn back now that I'd started walking along it. Then again, I didn't want to turn back. Not ever. Now that I had you, my world had changed. Slowly, I was beginning to feel complete. Whole and safe and protected. I was yours. Your slave, your student, anything and everything you'd let me be.

Suddenly, you became my center, my focal point of everything. Only it was much more intense than earlier than when you'd first claimed me as yours. No. This was deeper. Something… other. I was yours, but I felt myself bonding to you in a way I couldn't explain. It was overwhelming to the senses and everything you said to me soaked up into my mind as spoke.

"Yes, Master," I whimpered, my voice husky with lust and need. I almost didn't recognize it. "I deserve this. I'm bad on purpose…" my voice trailed as I groaned and choked on a sob. "Teach me, Master Carl… please…"

I could feel your hands, so rough as you kneaded and groped at my body now. The touches no longer light as I heard you set the paddle down. Another gush flowed from me, my cunt a sopping, dripping mess from all that you were doing to me. My ass, it stung and as the cooler air brushed over it, it only heightened the warm sensation that flooded my skin. I let out several more whimpers as you gripped and groped me further, yanking on me hard, bruising me… reminding me. Oh, I knew I'd see those bruises later. Dark blues and purples marking up my pale flesh as a reminder of this lesson with you.

And my clit, it ached so badly. I needed more. I needed you. I needed you to take me right there as I was bent over the desk. Still shaking and crying from the paddling, I turned to glance at you once more.

"Please, Master Carl. Please… it aches. My clit aches badly, Master Carl." I felt a sob try to bubble up in my throat, but even still my breath voice was laced with both need and desire. "Please, Master Carl. Please… fuck me. Fuck me hard." My eyes locked to yours, I could feel my hot tears rolling down along my cool cheeks.
 
I was very satisfied with how you were behaving and groveling, and I only waited for a few minutes. With one hand, I caressed and teased your sopping cunt again, my fingers pinching and squeezing your clit as I also twisted it hard. I looked into your eyes, my hand holding your hair as I made certain you were looking into mine and seeing just how possessive I was of you at that very moment. I didn't release your pearl for those few minutes, knowing that in your need-racked body it felt like an eternity. I wanted that, wanted you in that zone of slave-space that amplified every fucking thing I was doing to you.

After those minutes, without a word, I moved my body behind you and only released your bud as the very same second I rammed my cock into your tight quim. I was all the way inside, slamming your clit into and against the hard desk with one immense impaling invasion. I grunted loudly, knowing that the sound would echo through the room. I wanted you to feel just like that time you were spanked, having taken the painstaking effort to reproduce even the sound of your old school building. I moved my hand up to your upper shoulder on the other side, my other gripping your hair tightly and not really pulling to make you arch back to me as I leaned to your ear.

"Yes, Sweet Alice... you are a very Bad Girl.. and Bad Girl Alice is going to get all she deserves and needs... "

I yanked you so you arched more, immediately pounding into your twat as rough as I wanted. I was giving you my fullest intensity, all of my body in every thrust as if I were trying to split you in half with the tree trunk that was my cock. I was doing so because I knew you wanted it that way. You now were seeing just how much I knew about you, how much you needed to be totally controlled, possessed, and dominated. You were where you needed to be, and though just starting to learn you were adapting and growing into being the woman that you always had been deep down inside. With every sound that you made.. every moan, groan, outcry, scream, whimper, and gasp.. I continued to fuck you the way I always knew you would want from me. I was fucking you like you were just a total whore, but all the while my hands moved on your neck and shoulders in the sweet and subtle caresses that your mind proved again that you belonged to me for real.
 
Oh god, how I needed you to fuck me right then. My cunt was seething hard, needing to be stretched and pounded. It needed your cock and wouldn't be satisfied until you claimed it. I bit down on my lip as I looked at you, watching you reach for my throbbing cunt with your hand. I knew what you'd find. Wetness, heat. You'd find me ready and heaving, in need of you.

Just then, your fingers found my clit. I let out a whimper. I couldn't help it, my clit was so swollen with sensitivity and desire. It seemed like forever as you fondled it, twisting it and pinching it, making it clear that I was yours and yours alone. My mind reeled as you touched it, ever nerve ending wanting to fire as did so. My god, I wanted you to fuck me, to pound me, to take me. My clit was angry at me, wanting the sweet release of orgasm so that my cunt could gush out my juices everywhere all over and drip down my thighs.

I wanted to drop my head. But there was no way that I could. Your hands were in my hair, forcing it back. Forcing my eyes to hold yours as you continued your hold on my clit. Oh god…. I needed you to fuck me! I wanted to scream, to beg. Anything. Everything. I needed it. Wanted it. I…

Just then, you let go of my aching clit and rammed your cock deeply inside my throbbing cunt. Oh the ecstasy of that stretch. I let out a scream. The pain, the pleasure. It was all so overwhelming. Almost instantly, another gush flowed from me, my thighs wet and slick from my juices as you slammed against me. I was yours in all ways and every way. Oh god, as you fucked me, I could feel my clit grinding against the desk, the sweet stimulation making me want to cum so badly as you took me so hard right there in the mock school room.

When you whispered into my ear, I knew it wouldn't be long, that I wouldn't be able to hold out much more. I was yours, you were turning me on in ways I never knew possible. Yes, I'd have to cum soon. You were stimulating every sense of my being. The physical, the mental, the emotional… all of it. I was fully possessed by you now. Your slave, your lover, your Alice.

"Master Carl, I... I… Your Alice needs to cum, Master Carl… please…" I begged. I was groveling, feeling every thrust, every tender caress. I was yours and I loved it. I wanted more and I would beg for it just as you wanted. For you, I would do anything.
 
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