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A day in her life (momma X QB)

"Ah. Coming over for lunch? Then I'd best order something. Pizza sound okay?" he asked, only for his joy to turn into concern when her voice sounded shaky if not...saddened, as if wracked by depression or worry. He didn't want to use his authority as a master to compel her to reveal what was wrong, instead folding his hands on his chest and making his worry quite visible in his body language. Even as a lover he was still so concerned about her well-being, knowing well of her hard past he wanted to help her go beyond what had happened long ago and to focus to the future. If she was still weighed down by those events... Without thinking, even ignoring as the song continued anew, he simply stopped and embraced her. "There's no need to hide it...I know you're sad, Trista. I can tell by your look and by your voice. Don't be afraid... For my sake, do not fear..."

He pressed her close to his shoulder, as if...giving her some place to lean on or perhaps break down to and cry. Sometimes it wasn't enough to tell someone that everything was going to be alright...sometimes, they just needed to cry and to have someone hear out their pain or ranting. "It's fine, Trista...if you want to cry, then cry with me. I don't want to see you in pain or anguish...please?" His eyelids became heavier and heavier, prickled by a few tears he pressed her close, as if never wanting to let go. Their bodies touched, her heart sharing the same beat as his own as he held her close, securely and tightly, as if telling her that he would not allow harm to come her way. He knew not what kind of troubles plagued her heart, but he always had an open ear.

"Come on, let's go upstairs. I'll listen to everything you have to say at the dinner table. My lovely dancer needs her nutrition if she expects to make it big!" he said, teasing her softly by poking at her stomach, hearing it growl a little. She needed to eat, but wondered just why she didn't want to. "Here, I'll even feeed you~" he said, further teasing her as he forked over portion of the eggs and some bacon. When the mood calmed down a bit, he asked her "So, about Alexis coming over...did you want anything specific for me to do?" he asked, wanting to know of her plans as he picked up the newspaper, eyes briefly widening at the front page article.

No mention of yesterday, not once had he called her a slave. What was going on?
 
Trista wasnt sure about the whole pizza comment but she would think on it and give him an answer later as all that slipped her mind as he pulled her to him and help her. She had to give him credit he was so good to take care of her. Even when she didnt want to show she was upset, he always knew. He could read her like a book and even though she didnt want to be pushed to break, he felt so good holding her. As he comforted her, she held back her tears. She knew there would be a time and a place to finally let go but right now was not it. On top of things she had read that the funeral as going to be tomorrow morning. She didnt want to go out of fear that her step father Randal would be there. But she wanted to go because it was her mothers funeral after all. She was sure if she wanted to go that Nathan would go with her and keep her safe but she still didnt know if she could handle seeing Randal again.

As she felt his own emotions while holding her, it made it harder for her to be strong. Only through sheer determination was she able to. “I..Im... okay” she tried to assure him as he then walked her upstairs. Walking to the table she sat down next to him as she always did. As he teased her about not eating and poked at her she couldn’t help but to crack a real smile as she let him feed her for the moment offering him a soft “thank you” for his concern and love for her no matter what kind it was. He always had a way of cheering her up. With him bringing up Alexis and plans for later that helped as well as she was able to shift her mind a bit. “you dont have to do anything really. She had offered to come help the other day and I thought it might be nice to have her company and for you to get to know her a bit if you didnt have plans today. Granted we may need some help moving the bigger heavier stuff in the basement and for you to tell us what you want to keep and what to get rid of and so forth” she offered him as she refused to look at the paper but instead kept her gaze on him as she tried to keep her mind off of things. “and ill cook something for lunch unless you just really want to order pizza. I dont know what you have planned for us or anything.” she said knowing that cooking would at least keep her ind off of things unless he had plans for her.

It was with that thought that she realized he had not mentioned anything about last night. Granted things were a bit off this morning but still she had to wonder if anything was wrong. Not to mention he seemed to be a bit of turmoil himself when he held her a few minutes ago. Forgetting about her own problems she looked him over closely then couldnt stop herself from asking “is everything alright with you this morning” not wanting to push him. However no sooner had she spoken then he picked up the paper and noted his eyes widen. She knew what he was reading as that had been her reaction too. Sighing heavily and swallowing hard to fight back emotions she lowered her gaze to the bit of food on her plate fidgeted with it for a moment. “I see you spotted what has me a bit upset this morning. I didnt want you to think you had done anything wrong because you haven’t. Ive just been in shock since seeing that myself” she said sadly as she waited to see what he would say or how he would respond.
 
"There, there..." he whispered, softly kissing her cheek. Only then had he known why she had broken down. Even though her mother allowed for such horrible things to happen, a mother is still a mother. No doubt she meant alot to Trista, a girl whose life had taken a rapid turn for the worst ever since her real father perished. From what she had told him, there was only happy memories in her mind, of a time when her father was still with them and that her family was still together with no mention of a step father. He wasn't so sure what else to say: given how this was so sensitive, a single comment out of place might renew the sadness that lies inside of her. With this in mind, he sat back down, wanting to do nothing more than to embrace and kiss her, hold her close to remind her that everything was going to be alright.

He wondered if Alexis would still consider coming if she heard of the news. Perhaps the appearance of the redhead might be just the thing that would lift her out of the depression. She was just so lucky to have a friend as faithful as Alexis was! "Hm. What are you thinking of cooking for lunch, Trista? I was thinking that I would help around as well, unless you two ladies feel you can do it together." he asked curiously, getting her a small mug full of water to perhaps wash down some emotions before starting on his breakfast as well. Despite the fact that the sad news spoiled what could have been a happy breakfast together, he was more concerned about Trista and what would happen from now on.

When asking if something was wrong, Nathan smiled peacefully. "I'm fine, Trista. Thanks for asking." he said, softly putting away the plate he used, "And it's fine...I know you're going through alot...maybe you two should just hang out and enjoy the rest of the day. I'll clean up the basement for today. You two should go outside. Maybe go shopping after lunch?" BDSM can come when she is feeling stable or more determined. The last thing he wanted was to remind her of the abuse with the memory of her mother burned so vividly within her mind. He put away her dishes, turning on the water as he began to wash. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine cleaning up the place."
 
Trista was grateful for his compassion, love and concern over her however she wasnt liking what she was hearing. Maybe she was reading into him wrong, she didnt know but she would find out one way or another. Thinking on his question she then smiled. “She likes Italian I can make a fettuccine Alfredo with a side salad and Italian bread to go with it” she suggested as she watched him. But then hearing him seemingly not want to be around her she had to wonder what he was hiding. This wasnt right. Yea she had a tragedy she had to deal with but she didnt want to be babied over. The thought of him sending her and Alexis off to go shopping while he did the basement alone just made her feel like strangling him. However doing so would not make either of them happy so she contained herself as she watched him get up to clean up the breakfast dishes. She wasnt going to let him do this. Granted it probably shouldnt be a big deal but to her it was as right now she needed him more than he apparently knew and she felt like he was pushing her away. Getting up, she had made her decision before she had realized she had put it into action. Stepping beside him near the sink she took the dishes from him and gently put her hand on his arm. “Please I know you are trying to help me but dont do it like this. I can handle this. Changing things because I am upset will not help me. Babying me wont help either. This is not something that will go away over night and I know that. Its not something I can run from either. I am going to have to face it and just deal and to do that I need you. I need you to help keep me strong and keep me going.” she said in a soft voice yet with enough conviction in her tone and words to hopefully get through to him. “Please let me clean up and let me and Alexis help you do the basement. I want things to go on as they normally would. I dont want you to go easy on me. Please do this for me Master” she said being sure to put that last part in to push him a bit and to further prove her point she slid to down to kneel before him hoping he would step up as she needed him to.

If not then she was at a total loss for the day and she didnt know how she would make it through. “I dont want to sit around all day and wallow in my sorrows. That will help no one. Its true im hurt at loosing my mother when I had prayed one day she would get off of the drugs and clean up her life and then she and I could be like we once was but I know that will never be. I will accept that in due time. Also I'm scared. I'm scared with the article about the inheritance of my real father that Randal, my step father will try something. I want to go to my mothers funeral but Im too afraid because of him. I know as soon as I step up to claim what was left to me he is going to be right there waiting for me and I dont know if I a strong enough to face him. I dont know that if he were to ever catch me out alone that I could defend myself. Ive been really careful to avoid him which is why I wanted to change schools so he couldnt find me. Please understand. It was you who gave me strength once before and changed my life for the better. However things have changed now, the ball game is different this time around and once again I need you Master. Without guiding me and pushing me forward I know I wont win this battle.” she told him looking up at him with pleading eyes as her voice was laden with the emotion of her words which were spoken from the heart. Surely he would do this and what ever had happened since she left him last night would come forward so they could work it out or would fade into the shadows to never came between them again fore even though he said everything was fine, she knew better. She had not spent the last 3 years of her life with her nose in video games and ignoring him. She had spent it at his side learning him and relearning who she was and how to succeed in life. He had told her last night that what she wanted would require determination and devotion so now she was trying to show exactly that. That no matter what happened she would not give in and give up. That she would stick to everything and stick to him and his direction. She needed it as much as she felt that he now did and she wanted this as much if not more than her career she had worked so hard towards.
 
Time and time again she would impress him, even as he quietly surrendered the chore watching her clean away the plates used for breakfast. The raw force of will she demonstrated almost made a fool of him entirely: how blind had he been, to act atypical and not to rely on her inner strength of will? Despite being his slave, she displayed more resolve than him. If anything, she could make a finer master than he! He looked earnestly her way, softly embracing her whispering "Forgive your silly Master for thinking like this, slave...forgive him for not believing in you." Now that was something else: a master apologizing to his slave. Now that she mentioned it, she was taking some initiative in referring to him as master. Of course she needed a bit more training, but seeing her take the lead was quite encouraging as a whole. "I will, Slave." he whispered, "Your master will always support you, no matter what. I will be there." With that, he let go of all thoughts that she needed his help and no longer, to him, did she seem like the frail and gentle young Trista that he had come to protect!


The words she spoke not only emanated courage but also struck a chord with his heart. Yes, he too had been like that, wallowing in his own depression, pushing everyone and anyone away who tried to help him during his self-imposed exile of depression. Had he only heard her words reaching him now...When he was scared, he had pushed everyone away. When he was unsure, he hated anyone who tried to help. It was a vicious cycle...it almost made him suicidal, so he knew exactly where she was coming from. When she spilled forth all of her problems, he embraced her and placed her close to his chest, hand softly patting her head. "Don't worry. I won't leave you. I won't let that bastard anywhere near you without me. You'll be safe close to me. That I promise." It disgusted him, the idea that the man who tried forcing himself to her would try to go after her inheritance. Just what kind of scum was he?! Nevertheless, he rubbed her back, trying to soothe and calm the anxious Trista.

"I will lend you my strength. After all, you are my slave, a slave to no one else..." he whispered enticingly, spurred by her words as he tilted her head to face him, as they softly leaned in for a gentle, passionate kiss...
 
Trista smiled so brightly at his words and encouragement that her smile could shame the sun. She had gotten through to him finally and that thrilled her on all levels. As he knelt before her to hold her and apologize for being silly as he put it, she coudnt have admired him more. She already knew that it took a TRUE Master to be able to admit he had made a mistake and that he was still human. It was one of the things that Alexis had taught her when she had explained the difference between predators who just wanted to hurt others who disguised themselves in the lifestyle and the real Masters. Feeling his arms around her soothing her and him promising to be there for her meant the world to her and it brought her more strength then anything else possibly could. While he held her she allowed herself to relax against him a moment, admiring his scent and the security she felt with him. As he said he would lend her his strength she pulled back so she could look up at him and smile “Thank you Master” she whispered to him and then was surprised yet overjoyed as he kissed her. She was truly in heaven in this one moment as she felt his own passion for her mix with hers as returned his kiss. Oh yeah this day was looking better by the moment. But before she could enjoy the moment much more, there was a knock on the door. She herself had not been expecting anyone this early so she pulled away to look at Nathan to see if he was expecting anyone. When he gave the same puzzled look she knew he hadnt invited anyone over. “Im not expecting anyone til lunch” she told him softly.


As he stood to go answer the door, she stood and followed him. Her nerves were a bit on end until he opened it to reveal Alexis and Azreal. As soon as the door was opened Alexis asked Nathan where Trista was and if she was okay. It took Alexis less than a second to realize Trista was standing not far away, upon spying her she bolted to her friend and pulled Trista into a hug. “Oh my god I just saw the paper. I hated to come over so early but I was worried. I mean I know you have Nathan and all but I know its sometimes hard to deal with guys and all...” she rattles on until Trista pulled away from her to smile and place a finger on her lips.

“I love you too Alexis and Im alright. But I am glad you came to check on me. If its alright with Nathan you all can stay for the day” she said looking to Nathan as Azreal was talking to him.



As Alexis pushed her way into the house to run to Trista and check on her, Azreal sighed heavily as he looked to Nathan “Please excuse my rude little Alexis it seems she forgot her manners in bed this morning” he said with a look over to Alexis that quickly had her corralled a bit and made her blush. Azreal then turned his attention back to Nathan “Im Azreal, you must be Nathan who seems to be the hottest topic on the girls chatter topic list” he smiled warmly at him as he extended hid hand in introduction. “I apologize if we have distubed you two. She was insistent on seeing for herself that Trista was alright. It seems the two are like sisters” he commented as he stepped in only after being invited into the home as was polite.

Azreal was a tall man standing 6'3” with a large build to him. His medium length black hair was for once laid down rather neatly instead of styled into the spike punk rock hard style. He wore a pair of black leather pants, black leather biker style boots with a white wife beater shirt on and a black trench coat on over it.

Alexis on the other hand was dressed rather differently than Nathan had seen her. Instead of her normal dance or school clothing which was more modest, she wore a a short skimpy dress that had no shoulders to it. The dark black material started at her breasts and ended just below her ass baresly covering it. From there black fishnet stockings could be seen covering her long shapely legs and she wore a pair of elegant 6 inch stilletto heels that matched her dress. Over that she wore a long tan fur coat. Around her neck was a 1 inch tall red leather collar with black studs and above the black O ring was Areal's name. But what was also noticable was the red rope that was under her collar and went around the back of her neck and then came around to slip under her dress between her breasts.

Trista took no surprise to Alexis attire seeing as how she had seen her in just about every outfit under the sun and had even seen her with less clothing on than this before. However she didnt know how Nathan would take it. Surely with him being into all of the kink he would be used to it. To Trista it was apparent that they had been playing when Alexis got the bright idea to rush over to check on her. Seeing as how it was Sunday she knew it was Azreals time to be with her. Shaking her head at the realization she pulled away from Alexis and headed over to greet Azreal and gave him a hug “Thank you for sparing your time to bring her to check on me. Its appreciated” she told him politely as she considered him a close friend as well. She then turned to Nathan to smile at him. “do you care if they stay a while? I can cook some more breakfast if they are hungry and I guess we can get an early start on the basement unless you have other plans I dont know of” she asked him smiling and waited as she stepped away from hugging Azreal who assured her it was not a big deal to let Alexis visit.
 
"Your welcome, Slave." he whispered, such sweet and simple words completely aware of just how much good it did for her. At such times, as he had learned, all he had to do was to show his love for her, admiring that his slave had always been this strong and that she was always ready to show her submission for him. As they pulled away, Nathan walked towards the kitchen, looking around the pantry hoping she had everything in stock. When he heard the knock, his eyebrows were raised in curiosity, wondering just who that would be. "Ahh. Must be the mailman then. I did have a parcel from Barcelona that's expected to come here..." Boy, the look on his face when he saw that it was the bold redhead Alexis who came in. When asked where she was, he softly pointed towards her way, watching her embrace her friend with determination. Another figure walked right outside. It seemed like Alexis had the tendency to always get ahead of herself. While some considered that to be a grave violation of a subbie's behavior, it always spiced up the Master's routine when they knew their beautiful slave was always going to resist somewhere down the road!

"You know what friends are like: when she thinks she's in danger she gets quite ahead of herself. I'm sure Trista here would do the same had it befallen to Alexis." he said softly towards Azrael, inviting him in. "Pleasure to have both of you over, why yes I am Nathaniel. I am a bit surprised I'm well talked of. Makes me feel somewhat famous." he chuckled, taking a closer look just at what Alexis wore. While he was more interested in the rope between her breasts, he didn't let his eyes linger too long lest Azrael take offense to it. He knew a few Doms who were a bit...territorial with their submissive. "They are more than welcome to stay for as long as they desire. Please, do make yourselves comfortable." Nathan played the good host, smiling and gently leading them to the living room. He was a bit...curious about Azrael, but he couldn't help but look right their way. "I trust the weather was alright? Did you catch the traffic on the way here?" he asked, bringing them some refreshments. "Coffee, anyone?"

When they were more settled in, he walked a bit towards Azrael, right where they were a bit further away from the two. Of course they were more than welcome to join, but he had to ask "Is that Shibari I spy? Or am I simply just imagining things?" Being an expert in rope bondage he couldn't help but notice the ropes behind her neck and between her breasts, wondering if he had set up a rope bra right underneath or not given how he hadn't had the chance to look closely. He wanted to know more about the lifestyle, but was unsure of how to bring up the topic. "That outfit...I do like the chic effect the tan coat has with it. Does she have anything more modest?" that wasn't intended as a jab, instead he took a sip trying to spur any kind of conversation.
 
Azreal gave a small chuckle at Nathan's words as he stepped into the house. “With these two girls you and I seem to be the equivalent of God” he grinned as he followed Nathan to the living room and was glad the man was so laid back and accepting of Alexis. He recognized the man from Club Kave and his reputation however he made no outward acknowledgment of that as he knew the man's past from the news and didnt want to bring up bad memories. Though he didnt know Nathan personally he had seen some of his work and hated what had happened to him. Like everyone else in the lifestyle, he did not blame Nathan for what had happened. It could have happened to anyone and it was one of the risk that everyone in the lifestyle undertook upon participating. Personally if anyone was at fault it was the Club itself which was still being closely watched by authorities and media for anymore tragic events. That was one reason he and many others did not attend there anymore. At his offer of coffee, Azreal thought for a second then nodded “sounds good. It seems mother nature is on a war path yet again this year. The storm front hasnt came in yet but we are supposed to have lots more snow later tonight. Right now its just cold as the devil out there and still slushy so not too much traffic on the roads yet” he told him as he sat in a chair in the living room across from Nathan.

Trista was ecstatic to hear they could stay as long as they wanted. Nathan was by far the best. Hearing his words of refreshments and a mention of coffee, she quickly got into gear. “I think Alexis and I can handle that” she smiled at the men who were already getting comfortable and talking. Seeing both en wanted coffee, she and Alexis went to make each of them a cup the way the liked it and brought it to them. They then returned to the kitchen, both of them deciding on some warm herbal tea instead. Alexis mainly chose it over coffee because Azreal had restricted her from coffee as it made her too hyper. As they made their tea, they then moved to sit in the living room with the guys. Trista moved to sit on the couch. Alexis however moved to sit on the floor at Azreal's feet with her knees together under her so she was halfway kneeling. Even though they were at another persons house, in some way they were still playing and she knew Nathan was kinky so she didnt think he would mind her sitting like this for her Master. Trista made mental note of her actions as she knew Azreal and Alexis were apart of a higher protocol n their play. She was interested in such but didnt know everything about it. As the men spoke, the girls were actually quiet for a bit even though Trista was curious as to the rope work as well. She had seen Azreal play with ropes with Alexis before so she was curious as to how far the ropes went and if he had added in the intricate décor of symbols into it this time or not.

Azreal smiled as Nathan asked about the rope on Alexis. He was no expert at ropes but he was pretty good with them when he had the time to put a display together. Sadly today he had not been able to finish his masterpiece with Alexis as they ended up running over here. “Its a form of Shibari yes Granted its not finished seeing as how her brother had to call and tell us to look at the news paper. I can have her show you if you like” he offered as he was happy to see him interested. Sharing his knowledge of the lifestyle and play was almost a hobby for him. With Nathan giving his acknowledgment to see more, he motioned with his hand for Alexis to stand and turn in front of him. As she moved to comply, leaving her cup on an end table, he took her coat off and then unzipped the her dress and pulled it from her body then had her turn to face Nathan so he could see the work. “Please take a closer look if you wish. I take pride in such unlike other arrogant Dominants. To me the more others admire her the more they admire my work and training of her so to me its a compliment.” he told him. “Its not finished as I said. I was actually working with her today to see if she would be able to handle doing a demo with me at Dark Sanction tomorrow night. If she can handle the full rope dress and still go through my strict protocol while in it for an extended time then I'll go through with the doing the demo. If not Ill let Master Draven do his whip demo in my place.” he explained then laughed at the modest comment. “When it comes to Lexi, never. She makes even long blue jeans and a sweat shirt un modest” he said with a chuckle then added “she does have a few nice costumes though. But honestly when she comes to stay with me on weekends and school breaks, this is modest as she is usually naked when in my presence.” he told him being open about their relationship. http://th02.deviantart.net/fs45/150/i/2009/101/7/1/Shibari_by_koruptid.jpg
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Then as Nathan went to look closer at the shibari body harness, he added “If there is anything you want to know please ask. I enjoy sharing information on this stuff as well as lifestyle and kink. I heard you and Trista have entered into something of the sort as of late. I must say I believe you have quite the catch there. I see allot of potential in her.” he said smiling at Trista who blushed at his words and whispered a shocked soft “thank you” to him. All the while Trista moved to get a closer look at the rope work as well and noted quickly how the ropes lead from her neck to her pussy and then up the her back. Any time Alexis would move it would pull and cause friction upon that sensitive area. “Its beautiful” Trista whispered of his work as she could not even imagine what it felt like but she was curious to say the least. Reaching out she touched the rope with her fingers, surprised it was so softly woven. No doubt that alone made the harness more comfortable to wear. She wanted to see more of thier rope play as well as other things they did but wasn't sure what Nathan would think on the idea so for now she just listened.

“We were supposed to play for the remainder of the day and work a bit more on critiquing her training for the demo but under the circumstances Ive let her a little off of the hook. Besides they are trying to convince me at the club to turn his into a suspension demo but honestly I am not sure she can handle the full length of time that I would need her to remain suspended.” Nathan then said as he was happy to see Nathan and Trista admiring his work. Though after a minute a curious Trista returned to sit on the couch as she listened then.

At his words, Alexis gave a bit of a pouty glare towards him. “You lack faith in me, Ive already told you that I can do it” she countered being more of a brat then being rude.

Azreal gave her a questioning almost challenging stare for her words as his one eyebrow lifted giving her cue to watch herself. “I assure you I do not underestimate your talent Lexi, however I do know that the last time I suspended you, you seemed to get off on it too much. I dont want to have to gag you for this demo though that might be on the agenda today if a certain brat cannot leash her tongue on her own” he warned her firmly but still in a soft enough tone to not be a full threat. Alexis quickly wiped the pout from her face as she put herself back into more of a slave role and shut up after giving him a firm polite “Yes Sir” to show her understanding since they were technically in public she would assume him as Sir and not Master unless told other wise that it was okay to address him normally. She had already been banned from coffee over her brattiness she didnt need him to take anything else away. Not to mention he was right there. She had enjoyed the suspension a bit to much last time. It was just lucky it was at his place when it happened. Once Nathan had finished looking her over, he helped her dress again, not wanting to offend Nathan by making her stay nude except for the ropes along her body as he then explained. “Lexi and I have been together roughly two years. She is but one of my submissives, though she is my main slave. I am rather strict with her due to her bratty nature which seems to need corralling more times than not unless we on in the middle of a scene and she is just spurring me on in the scene being the pain slut that she is.” with that he motioned to her with his hand once more and she moved once again to his sit kneeling at his feet. It was apparent he had done allot of training on her to not have to verbally express his wishes to her. “I know of you and that you have been out of the scene for a while. So if there is anything I can do to help you with Trista I would be happy to do so.” he offered knowing Trista was completely new to all of this and knowing it was sometimes difficult to bring someone so new into things.

Trista smiled at Azreal's offer to help Nathan. She had hoped the two of them would become good friends. With his offer on the table she would be happy to go with it as he was the only other guy other than Nathan that she trusted and she could tell something was holding him back. She hoped that Azreal could help get him passed whatever that was. Though hearing he knew of Nathan's past made her curious to know as well. Maybe if Nathan wouldn't talk to her about it maybe Azreal would tell her so she could understand him more. Then again he may consider that going behind his back and anger him. She would have to think on that idea more before doing it.
 
Azrael struck him to be the personable kind of master: always able to show a gentleman-like face yet at the same time be able to demonstrate a firmness and uncompromising facet of his personality as a master. He took pride in his craft yet to a degree where it didn't come off as pretentious or arrogant. The world needed masters like him, perhaps the type that didn't get so swelled up on their egos just because a submissive calls them by the honorary title 'master'. "Quite so. But it's actually quite beautiful out if you take the time to walk and enjoy the scenery. And the snow masks the unpleasant odors of rotting leaves or mildew." He might not call himself sane for this, but he liked the Winter more than any season, preferring the serene quietness and the silence that came with it. When handed his drink, he made sure to thank Trista. Azrael was indeed quite imposing with his impressive, muscled stature, given how he was simply tall, lean and slim. Kind of like the 'nerd' in school people made fun of, down to the glasses! Alexis half knelt, half sat before her master, the demurely posture really showing experience and a degree of finesse that was absent in Trista. Perhaps his beautiful slave could imagine herself being like Alexis: the perfect slave, always ready to obey while having a bratty streak from time to time.

When asked in consent for her to show the bondage harness, he nodded. "I'm fine with that." he said, watching Alexis disrobe without hesitation, her full breasts displayed and her shaven snatch roped quite well. Red nylon really did accentuate her body, though from his angle the bondage wasn't as tight as someone like him would desire. Perhaps he just wanted her to be comfortable given how she didn't seem to be wearing underthings. While for sure her sensitive parts would rub, it wasn't tight or drawn enough to really pleasure her with every step she took. "Your ropework is quite intricate. It's not very tight and some knots aren't as tight as they should be. If you adjust the knottage, you can adjust the slack but at the same time make tighter, bonded knots." he walked around his bound submissive, his inquisitive eyes noticing some that may not be apparent to others, a testament to his skills as a rigger. "But, that aside, you did a good job." Trista herself seemed enamored by the ropes, looking right into her deep brown eyes he could tell that in her vision was reflected her own body, writhing with arousal as she struggled against the ropes. While he did so desire to tie her up as well, certain...inhibitions stopped him.

Witnessing the two interact was enough to make him smile. Alexis seemed to show her more outspoken side to the ire of her master, but he knew she could stand behind the line when the need arose. He wondered if Trista could ever become a perfect slave: while he had agreed to such he was still a bit...shaky with the idea. "Thank you for your words of encouragement, Azrael. I'm sure my dear Trista loved hearing your words of wisdom." And given how Azrael was experienced, he took note of his answer. In many regards, Trista was perfect: she had a beautiful body, she was properly submissive yet had the competitive edge to succeed in life. It was a dirty shame no one in her family capitalized on that! "Ahh. Thank you for the offer, but perhaps you'd like to act as a facilitator between us...maybe when we arrange a day you can come, supervise and give me a few tips on how to play the dominant..." he said, laying plain his intentions. Yes, he was experienced with the BDSM scene but this had been the first time he was going to play with someone outside of the play sessions he so blossomed in.

But, all this was thrilling him quite a bit. "Hey, Trista...did you want to wear one of those as well?" he asked, wondering if she was up to it. Perhaps it'd be a chance to show him just a bit on rope bondage and the techniques he learned from his sensei. Something in him also craved seeing her naked, her delicious pink nipples exposed and her puss displayed for more than just Nathan, but also to her friend and her master.
 
Watching him he could see some of the old famous rigger coming out in him but he also saw the reluctance which was totally understandable. He would probably be the same way had things happened to him as they had to Nathan. Even still he knew Nathan had it in him to push forward. He just needed a tiny push in the right direction as many did in rough times. Hell even he had been the victim of reluctance in some things at one time until a fiery red head came along to give him a swift kick in the ass and get him motivated. Sadly that was not a metaphorical event however Alexis had learned her lesson thoroughly once he got his mind out of the whole 'cant believe she was bold enough to do that' state. It was one reason he and Alexis were such a good couple, they were perfect for one another even though their persona's sometimes clashed. But with the length of time he had known Trista he knew that she was the one to pull Nathan back to his former glory, even if he feared what was in front of him.

Azreal smiled at Nathan's comments. He had not been able to do much with the rope work with being interrupted, as he usually did allot better but he appreciated his words none the less. "Thank you. The full thing once finished will be a dress that will go to her mid thigh. Then with adding in the suspension the end result she will look like a rope butterfly as the ropes suspending her will come out as large Marquis wings. Its never been publicly done at the club so far and the scale with which I am doing it will be risky. The initial harness will have to be loose to start as there will be fifty other ropes later woven in to what she already has for just the suspension part. However that means its going to take me longer to complete the process as it will look like one solid piece instead of three in one and nothing sure of a knife or the building collapsing will get her down without me releasing certain ropes." He explained his concept to him. He knew in order to do what he wanted to do with this demo that Alexis would have to be able to hold up to the ropes at least an hour if not more as he had to do all of the work alone. Normally with a project this large he would have someone help him. However the guy who usually did so was no longer in the scene which meant he had to find a replacement or do it himself. He had already spoken with the owner of the club after being approached for this demo and gotten extra safety precautions set in place before he would consider it. As grand as it would be to pull this demo off he was not going to risk Alexis health for it. So it all depending solely on her on if this concept and demo would go as everyone wanted it to. Truthfully it wasnt the risk of her falling that concerned him and it wasnt a lack of faith in her as she had already proven herself to him time and time again. What truly bothered him is that he had never suspended Alexis for that long of a time and he had not kept her in bondage that long at once either. He knew he was skilled enough to pull this off but normally he would spend a month getting which ever of his girls he was going to demo, ready for the event and this one had been sprung on him only a week ago today. So he had not had his ideal time to test her and his other submissive who was experienced in these extensive demos had slipped on the ice and broken her ankle so she could not do it. So there was allot riding on Alexis and the pressure alone was enough to make even him uneasy.

Even so he accepted his new friend's criticism with a smile. Too bad Nathan was not up for it or he would ask him to help him in the demo with the rope work. No doubt together they could pull it off in a shorter amount of time and it would be perfection. However he would not put that pressure on him. It wasnt his place and he was not about to overstep his boundaries with Nathan.

As he and Nathan spoke, Azreal kept watchful eye on Trista. He could see the want in her eyes to be like Alexis. He could see her passion to please Nathan to the best of her ability and she was definitely wanting to try out the bondage. But he could see also that something held her back. He saw concern in her eyes but something told him it wasnt concern for herself. He had seen that look before when Alexis had been concerned for him but would not openly admit it. These two really did need a slight push and he was wanting to do that for them as he saw great potential in them both. He knew Nathan would make a great Master once again, if not greater than he preciously was and Trista had the potential to be the perfect slave with some work. There was no doubt in his mind that she loved Nathan even if he didnt fully see it yet. As she thanked him he smiled at her as he watched her blush and return to her seat. With Nathan's words of wanting him to come in as a type of mentor to them he was eager to help and he knew that Alexis could also help them. “I have plenty of time always. If you wanted we could play with the girls today some. I know there was some cleaning mentioned for today which Alexis told me of earlier. We could enjoy the girls for a while then give them a break to clean the basement and cook lunch and then play some more if you like. I always have a some of my equipment and toys with me since I frequent the clubs. If not its understandable. But I am always available seeing as how I own my own company I make my own hours so I am flexible.” he offered then added “But first, before we proceed with this mentor concept, with your permission I would like a word with your slave” he respectfully asked Nathan and waited for him to give his acceptance before he motioned Trista over to him. As the men had been speaking he noticed her intently listening which was good. However he had seen the excitement sparkle in her eyes as well and he wanted to make it clear that it was not going to just been fun to have him helping them. He also wanted her to know her options and have her acceptance of the mentoring. Though as he mentioned speaking with her and asking Nathan for permission to do this he noted the flash of uncertainty in her eyes. It was that whole cute look Alexis got when she thought she was in trouble and was trying to think of what she had done even when that was not the case. He couldn’t help but to smile at the adorable look. “Relax Trista” he softly voiced to her as he knew too well she got intimidated by other men, even him at times, too easily.

Trista felt a bit caught off guard at Azreal suddenly turning his attention to her. She wasnt sure what he planed to say to her but she would hear it none the less. It was his approach that had thrown her the most. But as he smiled and told her to relax she did as she realized he had done the action out of respect towards Nathan. With a nod she approached him with renewed confidence. Standing before him, he moved to take both of her hands into his as he moved to sit at the edge of the chair so that he had to look up at her. She realized that in doing this he was trying to approach her on a level that was not intimidating which made her smile.

Azreal returned her smile as his method seemed to be working. He wanted to humble himself towards her to made her realize he was not a threat to her nor to Nathan. However as he spoke, he locked his gaze with hers and his voice took on a firm yet caring tone as his smile hardened in his seriousness. “Now Trista hear me out fully before you answer me” he started and waited for her to nod before continuing. “You and I have not known each other as long as you have known Alexis and Nathaniel. So I need to make something clear to you before I agree to take on mentoring the both of you in some form. I know you have a hard past, one upon which I'm amazed you have blossomed so well from. You are a one of the strongest women I have ever had the pleasure to know. I want to help you and Nathan anyway that I can.” he paused letting his words sink in for a moment before finishing his point. “I have been a friend to you and will remain so. However if we do this a few things will change in the dynamic of mine and your friendship. I know you have seen some of how I am with Alexis but you have not seen all of it. So in doing this I need to know that any criticism no matter how harsh, you will not take personal and use as a means to destroy yourself. You have great potential, I've known that for a long time now and I have seen you succeed in many things already. This is a little different though. I am sure Nathan has already warned you of what you are asking of him and I am certain you know what you want and how to get it. However are you ready to accept that in helping you means you will have to trust not only Nathan as your Master fully but you are going to have to trust me and Alexis fully as she can help mentor you as a submissive. It means we are going to tell you the truth of the matter no matter how bad it may hurt your feelings. If you mess up we are going to tell you bluntly. I know Nathan already accepts this because he has been in the lifestyle for a time before in some form but you are an infant in this world we know so well. With being as strong of a woman as you are you have an inner pride that can easily be shattered and that is what I am afraid of. If we recommend something that hurts your pride or goes against what you would normally think of the situation such as saying you are not ready for something you want to do badly are you going to listen and learn and strive to be better or are you going to take it personal and let that dent in your pride control you. I have been doing this long enough that I can look in your eyes and tell you everything that is running through you mind. I'm sure Nathan can as well so you are going to have to be fully open and honest with all of us in this. I can tell right now you are masking some of your emotions and with the current circumstances I do not blame you though some of what I am seeing has nothing to do with the reason Alexis and I came over here. Bottling them will not help you nor anyone in this room. If you are not one hundred percent sure of your decisions then you need to express that and not go forward just yet.” he asked her making sure to drive his point home and making sure to not intimidate her as he knew if he did that she would give him the answer he wanted and not the answer he needed.

Trista listened intently to his words and understood what he was trying to say to her. She was taking on something big and in the past she hadnt always taken criticism the correct way at first. He was right about her pride too. The fact he voiced that he could read what was in her eyes also had her off guard now. The fact he was reading her like a book was amazing as he seemed to not miss a thing. No wonder Alexis never got away with anything where he was concerned. She took a moment to digest all of his words. He would be as strict in his mentoring of them as he was with Alexis. She realized this now and it was what he was warning her about. She knew what he was asking of her and she knew she could do it even though at times she may falter. But when she did she would have to place herself back in check and do the right thing. Accepting his words she finally nodded and gave him a soft smile. “I appreciate your being forward with me. I assure you I want this and I will work hard. I will take your criticism and use it as a learning tool even if I do not like what you have to say. I think I can learn allot for you, Alexis and Nathan so I accept you doing this for us” she told him being totally honest and respectful.

Azreal smiled at her words “good answer. You can always come to me or Alexis if you have questions and Nathan is not around due to work or whatever. But as I said you may not always like the answers” he then chuckled as he let her go.

Alexis was tickled that they would be able to help their friends. She was just as excited as Trista and she knew she had it in her but her friend would need some push in the right direction and Alexis was more than happy to do that to see her friends happy. However as that thought crossed her mind, Azreal turned his attention to her with a firm look.

“If she comes to you needing advise or help I expect you to not go easy on her or sugar coat it. If you do and I find out you know what will happen” he warned her firmly as he then ran his hand softly along her hair in a tender caress.

Alexis nodded at his words “Yes Master” she acknowledged him and knew he was dead serious. But it was for a good cause and she knew that. So she wouldnt fail him or her friends. Besides she sure as hell did not want to revisit the damn feather of his. Since she was a masochist he had found that using a feather to tickle her and sensually tease her drove her insane as though he was torturing her. It was his favorite form of punishment to her when she had been really bad. Ten minutes with him wielding his large plumed feather and she was once again the perfect slave.

With Azreal dismissing her Trista moved back over to Nathan just to be near him. She noted the changing in the atmosphere around them all and she was liking it. As she neared him, he asked her about the shibari which made her smile at him. What girl would not want the man she loved to tie her up in rope in any way he wanted? However she didnt voice that thought as she figured it was more than a little out of line and sounded too much like Alexis when she was being bratty. Smiling she nodded as she met his gaze “I would love to Master if you want to try it with me” she said leaving it open to him for decision as she still felt as though something was between them and holding him back. So she had chosen her words so that if what ever it was holding him back was too much then he didnt feel like he had to do this now just to make her happy as it seemed both of them wanted to make the other happy. She would have to make her point more clear that if he wanted her happy all he had to truly do was let her please him and make him happy. With that thought she waited to see what he would do. She loved the idea of him doing anything to her and she loved the idea of Azreal bringing in his toy bag and the guys playing with her and Alexis for a while. Granted it meant that she would have to get naked in front of everyone which was something new to her seeing as how Nathan had never even seen her naked before. The entire time she lived with him she had been modest in her dressing. But now she would go past all of that for him. It was an intimidating thought but in the same token she knew she could and would do it happily.
 
Unlike others, Azrael seemed to warm up to compliments or criticism. How fortunate Alexis was to serve a master like him! He nodded along, taking note of his reasons finding them acceptable. After all, rope bondage wasn't something one should just run into without much planning or thought. He could tell the man did his research, but he wasn't very sure about his caliber in bondage he was not going to make judgments...yet. While he did have a few concerns, they were just nagging feelings at best. "Thank you, Azrael. I'm glad that you have accepted my offer." he said, humbly. He did gaze back towards Trista, her eyes wide and curious, her cheeks slightly inflamed. Had there been a natural urge within her subconscious mind to serve as a submissive? He had heard of those who, being natural masochists took it a step further by being natural slaves: demurely, always able to follow orders and passionately in love with their authority figure. Could Trista be one such? Nodding as he allowed the two to depart, he couldn't get his mind off of the topic and of course, Alexis as he walked towards his room.

For sure, he had to get all things readied. Being a meticulous and calculated person, he mapped out every single action, plan and even play session. "Your master...how did you two get acquainted?" he asked Alexis while the other two talked, taking what looked like a few papers which he had filed. He knew he was thinking the right way when he saved a couple of the contract papers there. For legal purposes he would have Azrael, himself and Trista sign such papers, to decree that her 'service' to him was legal and that she could not use the events that transpired against either party unless the agreement was breached. it wasn't meant to be insulting, it was meant to be a formality that went with his meticulous paperwork habits. She must be so well trained to strip without a second thought or back sass even in front of someone she had never known intimately. He hadn't even seen Trista half-naked save for during the pools, he was wondering just what she would bring!

Alexis and Azrael was eager to help, causing him to bow respectfully. "Thank you very much for agreeing to help me and my slave Trista in our journey to a mutual slave and master relationship." he said. When Trista agreed, he smiled kindly, walking up to go downstairs in the basement for awhile, only surfacing with a ball gag and coarse, grainy hemp rope. He wasn't sure if Azrael knew, but traditional shibari used such scratchy ropes. Being tied with them was quite the exquisite frustration in and of themselves! Most newbies prefer using nylon rope, but when properly maintained hemp rope was smooth, strong and went well with all sorts of skin tones. "Before we begin, Trista, you must sign this agreement. And for you, Alexis and Azrael, please sign this." he said, showing them the two papers. "There is no fine print in each one. These are simply pledges to one's duties and their honors. For you, Trista, this document will prove that you are under my 'employ' and 'service' until the date you desire to enter. I am not trying to cast suspicion upon all of you, I simply do this as a formality." To think about it, Club Kave had such contracts for models who wanted to partake in BDSM and it was signed by most of the participant club members.

While they did so he unwound the coil of rope, making sure to straighten the strands. They were so smooth and slightly rough, a true mark of quality and use. When Trista had invariably signed, he asked Azrael to take a seat onto a few reclining chairs that he pulled up, moving aside the table to allow Trista to stand. "Please, have a seat here." he beckoned, of course leaving just one chair for the two given how he expected Alexis to kneel beside her master. Then, turning his attention to Trista, he whispered "Are you nervous?" he asked, "If you want, I can blindfold you..." Taking away her sight would allow her to focus upon her own bindings and thoughts, her sense of feeling would surely intensify the experience. She was new to the entire endeavor, but he wanted to make this show good before Azrael and his slave Alexis. "But for now, when we engage in such activities, you behave like a slave. Understood?" he asked, beckoning her to sit on her haunches while kneeling, the submissive position he showed her the day before." As I have agreed, your punishment begins if you show any sign of infraction. I have my crop readied, so I expect only the best from you slave. Is that clear?"

It was strange...a sudden metamorphosis. No longer was the kind fatherly Nathaniel there. Instead, there was a master whose mannerisms almost resembled Azrael, if not...more stern than he! "Stand. Strip to your undergarments." he commanded, "Then stand with your back straight, arms behind your back and elbows touching, chest out." His words were firm yet...enticing, showing absolute will. He was not going to renege on his commands. Then, he asked her "Tell me, girl: what is a slave? What does a slave do and what does a slave live for?" he whispered, his crop softly sliding right against her engorged lower lips, tracing the location of her labia while his hand firmly pressed against her breast.
 
Alexis smiled at Nathan's question and was quick to answer both honestly and respectfully. "We actually met through my oldest brother. They were best friends who had met at Dark Sanction. Master came over one weekend that my brother was watching me and I fell head over heels for him then. My brother actually tried to deter me from him with knowing I was innocent at the time but after I drove him nuts and Master had expressed interest in me, he invited him over so we could talk. Things just kind of went from there Sir" she said smiling at the fond memory as she referred to him in recognition of him being a Master or Dominant figure.


As he moved things around and brought out the contracts, Azreal and Alexis eagerly signed as they knew what it was. Azreal then thanked him for the chair and sat ddown as Alexis followed suit to kneel at his feet.

Trista had been told a very small amount about the contracts by Alexis but she understood what they were for. Reading over it sbe happily signed it and gave it back to him. Then as the area was clear for what he wished to do, she moved to stand where he wanted her. Hearing his question of if she was nervous she nodded honestly. "Yes Master" However she would not deter from her task so when he asked about blind folding her she left it up to him. "Its not necessary on my part unless that is what you wish to do Master" she sais softly letting him know she was willing to take the situation fully as it was and be brave about it. Upon his instruction she moved to kneel as she had been taught the night before, making sure to keep her posture correct this time. As he laid out the rules of things she gave a soft smile but a firm understood "Yes Master" to his words. Inwardly she realized that now with her attention focused on him and the way he had stepped into his Dominant role it made her less nervous and more confident. He truely was her strength. She would not fail him. She would be the best slave for him that she could.

Then she hears his command to strip and stand a certain way. She listened intently to his exact instructions so that she could do what he wished of her. The hardest part truely was stripping. However taking a reassuring breath she replied to him with a confident "yes Master" in understanding as she then stripped for him. Once stripped she tried her best to not be embarrassed as she stood just as he had instructed, trying her best to make it perfect for him. After all she had a beautiful body which was well shaped and full. It was still hard though as she felt exposed. Granted knowing he had his crop and that this was all new to her just added to the intimidation of him. But in the same aspect seeing him in this proud confident role made him the sexiest man alive in her book. Hearing his questions about a slave she already knew her answer though he made it difficult for her to speak as she felt his hand upon her breast and the tip of the crop tracing such intimate areas of her body making new sensations wash through her body making it hard to stay still but she did some how. However she knew hesitation could get her in trouble so she forced the words forth while holding back her excitement less it get her in trouble too. "A slave is one who willingly surrenders fully mind,body,heart, and soul to her Master. A slave always obeys and trust her Master fully as she gives over full control to him and is fully open and honest with her Master. A slave devotes her life to love, honor, and please her Master in perfect respect both when he is around and when he is not as her actions always impacts the image of her Master and his training of her. Master" she replied softly yet confident as her arousal was evident in her voice. Keeping her gaze upon him she managed to stand proud for him and forget the gazes of Azreal.and Alexis.

Azreal and Alexis watched in silence but smiled proudly at Trista's display. She really was trying and so far she was off to a good start which surprised Azreal slightly. After a few minutes he leaned down to whisper to Alexis to retrieve his bag from the car. He had any evilly fun idea he would talk to Nathan about later with out the girls around. With a whispered acknowledgement Alexis complied being sure to be quiet and not disturb Trista and Nathan as she left then returned to lay the bag opposite of where she knelt on the floor. All the while Azreal had his attention on the couple playing.
 
Trista appeared to be trying to be on her best behavior, responding like such. He wanted to see her beautiful chestnut brown eyes swim in hazy arousal, so he preferred not to even though it was quite close by should she need it. Despite how she kept her head straight it looked like she wanted to avoid direct eye contact with the audience, which was to be expected given how it was the first time she was naked before them, even though she was wearing her undergarments. Watching her strip, he beheld her semi-naked form, her breasts kept in line with the sports bra yet failed to hide just how plump and supple her great breasts were. Her panties were dainty in comparison, lacy and somewhat attractive. "Oh how dirty you are, slave. Were you expecting master to see this?" he asked, softly rubbing her rear. Yes, he hardened that quickly, molesting his beautiful Trista by touching places he had never touched ever since they first met. "Had I not taught you modesty all these years?" he asked, further putting a tease onto his slave. Despite how straight she kept her back and how limber her body was he could feel her softly struggling to keep herself in place. The way her arms were positioned not only brought upon slight strain but also straightened her chest to further display her sizable breasts. He hoped Azrael enjoyed watching the virgin Trista being exposed and molested by the one she so loved.

She gave a good answer, something beyond satisfactory. Surely Alexis had a hand in teaching her that much! "So your body belongs to me and me only. Is that understood?" he asked, "Even if I were to mutilate you, bury you or expose you to dirty homeless men to be gang-banged mercilessly, will you smile and serve regardless?" At best they were nothing more than threats, wanting to see just how far she was willing to submit. He wasn't going to carry through with all of the above, but he wanted to see if she was going to agree. Hearing her answer, he took the ropes in hand and held them close towards her eyes. "This is hemp rope. By this you will be bound, your beautiful body displayed for the world. Do you accept, slave?" he asked, smiling as he first placed his hand onto her shoulder. "Too modest is your bra. Would have been great if it matched with your slutty panties." With a few quick movements of his hands her bra was unhitched, breasts spilling out and jiggling softly, nipples at the crown of her bosom perking up almost instantly. "What's this? Faltering already? I thought you reserved to follow through. Are you to disappoint me now, slave?" She went from slight crimson to utterly pink the moment the bra was undone, much to his delight. "How many days do you dream of immodest fantasies with my tongue against these hardened points?" he asked, softly tickling her belly button and stroking her right nipple. "The Japanese had a saying 'The nail that sticks out is the nail that is hammered down. Perhaps I'd love to show you my own twist: the nipple that stands tall is the first to be clamped." Clothespins really does fit the theme, but he would reserve nipple play for later.

With that, he began the ropes. Feeling the lukewarm threads against her bare skin ought to bring forth emotions of uncertainty, fear and...distrust, but his warm hands worked very well, looping around her neck and forming a rope line two threads long. Leaving a few knots at the base of her neck, between her breasts, above her belly button and just a little above her mons, he made sure to knot another just a few inches down. He let the rope hang down, making sure each knot was secure. He was quiet in his craft, expecting her to be also led only by the sound of her breathing. Then, the ropes soon worked their magic as he looped it between her beautiful engorged lips, right through the middle of her buttocks and onto the harness. "Take a deep breath..." he whispered, softly pulling and removing the slack onto the entire rope, tightening the rope. The interesting part was that the knot below fitted right between her clit, rubbing her further than just the rope amplifying the arousal that Alexis would have felt. Noticing her body almost quiver, he chuckled as he got to work. Tying ropes in between the knots, he made what appeared to be diamond-shaped patterns onto her body, the ropes at her cleavage made it easy to frame her breasts with the threads, further accentuating them as he tied the ropes, forming three diamonds. But, instead of going at them right away the knots were loose, making sure each thread and diamond was symmetrical before he tightened them all down, ropes pressing at every corner of her torso and lower bits, feeling warmness softly emanate from her lower virgin tender bits.

"You look gorgeous. Almost tempted to clamp down those erect tits." he whispered, softly stroking her right nipple with the crop, trying to tease her to stumble away from how her arms were, elbow to elbow. While he did move them back and forth, side to side to get the ropes around, he gently eased them back to the same position. "This was known as a karada, the Japanese word for 'Body' in the style of Kikkou, the tortoise shell. The crotchrope was enhanced with a knot, furthering the arousal when her underbits would rub against it. Isn't that right, submissive?" he asked, smiling as he walked forward, holding a ball gag. "Remember when you said that the blindfold isn't nececssary but it was up to me? I think the gag isn't neccessary but I feel it would work well. Even if the submissive was demurely the Japanese loved to gag their bondage models, loving how they moan out behind the rubber and the drool falling down their lascivious breasts..." he whispered, holding the ball close to her mouth.
 
Trista found it hard now to stand under his critical eye. She was nervous and excited and becoming more and more aroused which surprised her as much as it embarrassed her. As he spoke of her attire, uttering words to both humiliate and arouse her she felt the full weight of what she was getting into. Never had she heard such things leave his lips and it created a spiral of emotions with in her. However she stood firm, not wanting to disappoint him. She found herself answering his questions honestly though breathy as she continued to ignore everyone but him even though she could feel their gazes upon her making it hard to keep from blushing. To his first question she answered "no Master" as she really hadn't planned or thought of him seeing her under garments. But his next question on modesty she answered with "yes Master". It was when he got further along to his threat that she had to reafirm herself. She knew he would never hurt her. She also knew he was bluffing as the outline laws of the lifestyle dictated that at any point a Master would put his slave at true risk on purpose to cause permanent harm or death then she is released from all manners of the contract between them. She had actually learned that and the definition of what a slave was in her own short research over a year ago. However she humored him by telling him "yes Master i belong only to you" from there she answered accordingly still as he pushed her trying to get her to falter. She understand this game he was playing and noticed it as a form of a test. It was hard to battle down her pride to allow him to humilate her as he was but she was managing.

As he freed her breasts though things became more interesting as her breath caught in her throat at being so exposed. Him teasing her with the crop only add to the ache starting to build between her legs as her nipples both hardened further displaying her arousal. Then he spoke of her fantasies of him which made her bite back a pur to the idea. "Too many to count Master" was the only honest answer she could give him as the image filled her mind even now.

But as he explained the rope then began tightly working them around her body, she faced her biggest challenge. The tightness and feeling the rope near her throat she swallowed down panic. Closing her eyes a moment she breathed deeply, allowing herself to remain calm as he quickly wove the ropes tightly around her body. Her comfort for now other than it was him doing this to her was that her arms and legs wete not bound so she wasnt fully helpless yet. She only hoped she could keep her emotions in check when that came about. Feeling the ropes around her breasts and down around her clit and ass she was aroused enough to be breathless and realizing having her eyes closed only intensified things she opened them again trying to remain calm and firm. As he finished his tying in her she took a moment to mentally evaluate his work or rather the feel of it as he stepped away a moment to grab a gag. She would have to get used to this though she did like it. Now she understood why Azreal worried over the demo. She didn't blame him as she knew right then she would not be able to handle such lengthy bondage for a really long time as it already made her slightly closterphibic and yet rubbed her in just the right way to arouse her to not care of that factor. Though his repeated mention of clamps for her nipples made her shiver. Seeing Nathan come back with the gag, she opened her mouth for him knowing if she needed out she still could.


Azreal was enjoying the show. Nathan quickly stepped right back into his glory as a Master. He wasnt sure how Trista was going to take a full scene though. She started out great but he noticed her at least once fighting herself and not in a good way. However she recovered almost instantly as she allowed things to continue. She had also managed to not crumple at the words of humility which was good but this was just the beginning. But he still watched then closely as he knew she knee her safe words but he was worried as to how she was handling mentally. For now he would not do anything but watch for signs of her pushing herself to hard or of her going to subspace or a badtrip on things.
 
By this time, he turned to look towards his wristwatch, making a mental note of the time. Five minutes. Five minutes in this bondage, then he would let her go. She was just getting her feet wet into the world of sensual bondage, wondering just how the rope harness was making her feel. Was she feeling helpless? Alone? Perhaps nervous of the hempen embrace? Nevertheless, he would take note of such, hence why he brought a blanket along with the ropes that he had brought up. "Good girl. Now, like a Queen to her crown..." he whispered, softly pushing the gag in. Her mouth was slightly opened further when he pushed the ball slightly deeper, right behind teeth as he placed the strap down, cutting slightly towards her lips but not enough to harm or truly draw blood as he tightened it stiff. "Look at me, slave." he said, wondering just how she felt in such bondage. "Does it please you, to be exposed like a whore before your friends and lover?" he asked, smiling as he patted her rear gently with the crop, as a warning for future disobedience.

"I'll ask you a question: is it right for a slave to stand tall among Masters? Is it not her place to kneel and appear demure before men who control her fate? Or shall I teach you your place with the ropes?" Gone was that smiling, encouraging young man who had nursed her trust back and in with a cruel, condescending master who expected too much of her. When she had assumed the proper submissive position, he presented her before Azrael and Alexis. "I only wish for my Slave Trista to be as well behaved as your slave, Azrael. But as you can see, I will surely train my beloved plaything until she could be as disciplined as that redhead." With that, he walked close, handing to Azrael and Alexis a clothespin each. Of course he assumed that Alexis would accept this gift, so he said to her "At any time my slave performs insubordination, you are free to clamp her rude, erect nipples down." he said, thinking instead to increase the time she would remain bound. "Get up, slave. And come." he whispered, enjoying the way the ball gag made her gape open, drool softly dripping down the middle of her lip. When she was close, he embraced her, kissing her lips ever so gently. "You did well, Trista." he whispered, "You kept your composure well, so I'll ask before we continue: do you want to stop it here? You'll remain like that for another ten minutes so choose wisely."

If Azrael thought she was too deep into subspace, then if he said the word he would not hesitate to release her. He wanted to test her motor capabilities, hoping that like Alexis she could walk and operate well. Walking close by, he wanted to ensure she would not fall or suddenly collapse, as he commanded her "Go get Master Azrael a glass of water. Then kneel to the position I taught you, holding the glass by your hand and your head bowed. I expect your body to be completely straight." he said, expecting her still to talk and respond, further encouraging the drooling from her gag.
 
Trista allowed him to place the ball gag in her mouth. The size of it seemed bigger than it looked like it was as she felt it being pushed into her mouth behind her teeth. It was an odd, strange feeling that would take time to get used to. Feeling him tighten it into place, she felt a moment of fear as she realized her voice was taken away from her. However it was only momentary fear as she closed her eyes for a brief moment, taking a deep breath through her nose as she opened and closed her hands for a second yet still staying in frame to remind herself that she was still not helpless. Remembering Alexis' words on hand signals made her accept the ball gag easier. Opening her eyes she once again put her gaze on Nathan paying him close attention. She didnt want to mess up. Though at his questions of how this felt, she was unsure of how to respond. It was so many things at once to her. She liked the way the ropes held her firm, almost like a secure embrace. She could easily get used to the body harness even though it moved against her rubbing her intimately making her wetter by the second as she had not experienced pleasure like this before in any form really. Being exposed before her friends and his reminder of it made her blush deeply as shyness flashed in her eyes making her momentarily divert her gaze down before back to him. He was presenting a challenge to her unlike any she had experienced before. It was one she took on eagerly but in the same token being on unknown ground of a sort made her think on every detail. She wasnt sure if that was a good thing or bad. Feeling the crop suddenly pat her gently on the ass, her thoughts momentarily stopped as he once again had her full attention, giving him a mumbled “yes Master” through the gag. Trying to talk through the gag was near impossible, that almost made her hate the toy as it was like a puzzle to solve with no picture to help guide her making her frustrated.

As he then asked her another question, she realized she had in fact made a mistake by still letting her pride out. With his instruction, she moved to kneel before him as he had taught her, once again trying to make it perfect. Seeing him go to speak with Azreal and Alexis as he presented her to them and gave them clothespins, she felt as though more pressure had been placed on her. She had no idea what the clothespins would feel like but she was almost afraid to find out. Being summoned to him, she rose to go to Nathan. As he rewarded her with praise and a gentle kiss, she smiled as best as she could though her happiness was evident in her eyes for his words that she had done well. It helped to wash away some of the worry. With his question of if she wanted to stop, she mumbled a “no Master” through the gag and slightly shook her head to affirm that she didnt want to stop. She was now getting comfortable in the bondage and though it made her have to breath in a certain way as though she were wearing a corset, she was fine to do so. It was only a slight hindrance and she could handle that. So with that, upon his next command to get Azreal some water and present it to her, she did so. It was odd walking in the ropes along her body. Every step rubbed and made her more tender and aroused. No doubt her thong which remained in place was beyond damp by now as she felt more and more of an ache between her thighs making her want more. Moving slow so she could get used to the movement of the ropes against her, she made her way to the kitchen and got the glass of water and brought it back to Azreal, kneeling before him and presenting the glass to him with her head bowed as Nathan had requested of her trying her best to keep her body straight.



Azreal watched things closely. There was a few moments that he wondered of her mental state, however as he looked her over more closely he realized she was not in danger of subspace at all. Oh yes she was going to be a tricky one and he wasnt sure if Nathan was ready to do what he was going to suggest. Trista was currently sending mixed signals through the entire scene. It was one thing that could drive a Master crazy in some cases. But he understood why she did it. Part of it was her past but not all of it. Part of it was her pride and part of it was her inexperience. He knew he could not expect perfection from her at this point and it wasnt what he was looking for at all. But studying her, he noticed how she would ever so often blush and divert her gaze. It wasnt just shyness she was dealing with in those instances, it was also confrontation. Also he note her wiggle her fingers as she was gagged. It was a seeming nervous twitch of sorts and conveyed insecurity and fear while reasserting herself that she was okay. What he was seeing in her was not subspace, not even close, it was something more and it would take an intense demonstration to pull her off of the wrong track to the right one. He saw her pride come forth to try to be show off in a sort for her Master. It was a pride born of wanting perfection in what she did. She was trying too hard to please Nathan and she was deftly afraid to fail. That was clear to Azreal and it would have to be taken care of soon or it would affect her training. Instead of humbling herself to him she was too busy thinking through everything and second guessing herself. In many cases she was holding herself back by allowing the situation and play itself intimidate her. However she did obey which was good. He knew she would have some problems especially starting out however it seemed there was more going on then he had anticipated. It was clearly evident to him also that she was so intimidated by the mention of clothespins being clamped on her nipples and the crop in play that she subconsciously paid them more attention than she gave Nathan. It was pushing her in the wrong manner than it should. Even though she had surrendered her heart to Nathan which was apparent, that was almost all she had surrendered to him. Yes she gave over her body to allow him to play with it however she remained tense in her frame which gave the outward signal of fear. However when it came to mind and soul, she had not surrendered even a portion of them.

Being new to all of this, Trista herself would not realize what she was doing wrong. He was sure Nathan was seeing some if not all of the emotions and signals as he was, however he also knew that Nathan subconsciously fretted over Trista so it made the slighter things easier to miss. As Nathan gave him the clothespin, he nodded in understanding of what he wanted him and Alexis to do. Seeing a slight hesitance in Alexis to take it he gave her a look that urged her forward to accept it. He knew she was simply acting on her rules he had placed towards her of no touching the toys since she had gotten into trouble before with them with being a brat but for this it was fine so he gave her permission to do so. As Trista and Nathan went to get the water, he considered Nathan's word of what he wanted out of Trista and what he wanted with the clothespins.

With Trista not in earshot, he turned to Alexis. He had been training her also as a spotter and needed to know how much attention she was paying to this scene. “Alexis do you see anything wrong in Trista? If so do not use your clothespin.” This was a test for Alexis at this point to see if she had spotted anything. Taking the water once Trista returned and offered it to him he handed Alexis his clothespin as he continued. “If you see anything wrong with this scene you are not to address it in front of Trista. You will step out of the room with me and tell me as this is part of your spotter training. I will address Master Nathan on it if your findings are correct and there is an issue in play here. If you are wrong then you will in fact be punished accordingly as your accusations could impact Trista if you were to speak without fully knowing first hand you are right. Once this session is over you will take Trista to the basement to clean after we eat lunch while Nathan and I talk of any possible problems that you declare to me. Also while you and her are cleaning you are not to speak of any of the play to her. Your job is to clean and help watch her, nothing more. Understood slave?” With his words he gave a knowing look to Nathan. He had not planned to push Trista too far today and for now he wouldn't. But after the girls went to clean the basement and they could talk privately, he would see about pushing Trista allot more. He planned to push her to the point of almost breaking in order to pull the true submissive out of her and show her the true glory of being a slave for Nathan. She trusted him but not in the full fashion that she needed to at this point. He would have to convince Nathan that this was truly needed for her own good. She would need to eat first as she was going to need her strength for this next part. He could clearly see she did not know what true humbleness was to a Master and she needed to learn that lesson now or she would not be able to succeed in this. She would continue to hinder herself and not fully surrender and submit all of herself. So at this point he was going to be as harsh in his criticism as he had warned upon the next session starting.

However Nathan was conducting himself as he should. Granted he personally would not have put in that bit about chopping her up and burying her as he could clearly see her thinking it through at the time which pulled her mind from Nathan. That he could mention later though. For now he did not want Trista to know of his intentions for the second play session, it had to be a total surprise to her. He wanted her happy for now and thinking everything was good. If she knew what she had done and knew what was coming then the technique he planned to have Nathan use would not work at all as she would become defensive against it and that could push her too far and possibly make her fight it. Knowing of what would happen next could also allow her to put herself in what was known as 'trust mode' which she was currently using. It would do no good to tell her the mistakes and correct it for now. He had to get her out of that mode or no training could truly take place. For now she was simply going through the motions, she was not truly embracing the slave role. But that would soon change.

With his words to her, Alexis thought for a moment then asked for permission to speak with him privately. Upon which she followed him out of the room and out of earshot of Trista and Nathan. After talking for a few moments, they both returned. Alexis moved to his feet as usual as Azreal moved to walk around Trista and study her as though with a fine toothed comb. Alexis had pointed out some semblance of what he had seen. It was good news as he knew her training was excelling as he wanted it to. However it meant punishment in some form for Trista and reward for Alexis in the form of play. Moving back to sit in his chair, Azreal gave them both a smile. “You are a fine Master Nathan, its good to see you back in this role.” he complimented Nathan as he then smiled at Trista “you have done good Trista though you do still need work which is of coarse expected. I know you want to continue, however under circumstance of your inexperience I think a break would be in your favor. Its close to lunch time and the basement still needs cleaning on top of the fact you have had quite an exciting morning.You have already experienced enough to make you giddy and excited which could get you into trouble as it does to Alexis. No need to push that emotion further for now.” he told her with a soft pat to her head in a symbol of praise. Looking at Nathan he gave a half sinister grin “after all we would not want the newest pet to become over stimulated before the second round now would we” he said with a slight chuckle knowing Nathan would pick up on the note in his voice that more should come in the second session of the day. They would have plenty of time to talk once the girls went to clean. “I would advise you Trista that after you are released from play that you do not think upon it to long. Consider it in your mind but do not try to talk about it with Alexis less her brat come out and rub off on you. I know from experience how brattiness can be terribly contagious and you would not want to befall serious trouble on your first day” he warned her with a smile and a small laugh as he turned things back to Nathan as his plan surfaced in his mind. If Nathan agreed to it then they would have lunch then let the girls so clean while they conversed. Afterwords he would have Nathan go get Trista and place a blindfold on her before taking her back to the area of play. Which the area itself may well change depending on how Nathan decided to do the next seen upon his criticism of how he would need to break her in and humble her. If things went right, then by the time the second round was over, Nathan could spend the rest of the night giving her after care and pampering her with caresses and such and she would be ready for her day tomorrow as he planned to put her into a full subspace this next time after he made her struggle with herself a bit. She needed to be taken out of her comfort zone and he planned to help Nathan do just that.

Trista wasnt too happy about the play ending but she understood. She also knew he was right about needing to eat soon as she had not eaten much at all of breakfast due to being upset. So making lunch and then cleaning was a good idea. She was curious of what Alexis had talked to him about though and if she was in trouble but hearing they were not to speak on anything she knew it would do no good to ask. Even n taking a break they were all still in play in a form but it wasnt a physical play so she had to act accordingly. It would give her time though to relax while cleaning and clear her mind a bit. Seeing as how no punishment or harsh words were being directed to her. she assumed everything was okay.

With that, Azreal moved Alexis in front of him and undid her ropes. He had decided she had enough today and he had other things to do to her. Once the ropes were off of her, he reached in the toy bag and pulled out a little black case and a small bag. He handed it to her with instructions to go put it on and get dressed and then return to him. Alexis knew what was inside of the small case and inwardly she shivered with delight as she knew her Master was planning to use her to help Trista but mainly it meant more play for her. "Yes Master and Thank you Master" she told him as she then moved to go do as told.

Azreal then grinned as he looked at Nathan and after grabbing another small drawstring bag out of his toybag he handed it to him. "once you are done with her, why not have her put this little outfit on. I think you would enjoy seeing her in it" he said as the outfit was a surprise in the bag.


((here is what is in the small drawstring bags. its sexy outifts for the girls to wear. just so i dont have to re look the up for the next post.)

Trista outfit when she changes but minus the blindfold mask

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Alexis when she comes back out its red and black

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the front looks like this but its not white its black and red as stated above

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It was strange, considering how not too long ago, the ropes felt like a different, if not foreign domain to Nathaniel. How long had it been since he felt that rush, the rush of adrenaline that pulsed through his veins watching a woman dangling helplessly gibbering through her gag and begging for relief? To know that his submissive was always ready to follow his every command, his beloved Trista being his to mold, the only focus of her intimacy was only him! This privilege...for some reason, the very sadness that took him years ago seemed so far away, feeling the rope in his hand, her bared body before him as she blushed, drool softly dripping to her bountiful and restrained breasts as the ball gag strained her jaw. Watching the two depart shortly after receiving the drink, he tapped onto Trista's thigh, trying to get her to straighten up. She was doing so well...he was just very proud of her, much so that he had missed the things that a master like him should have been able to pick up. Giving them some time, he fiddled around with measuring with the ropes and playing with her hair for the moment. She looked just so thrilled, almost too willing to continue until his mind went from focusing towards his beautiful Slave Trista to towards Alexis and her Master.

With that, he smiled as he took his praise. No doubt he'd have to ask for the truth a little later on...perhaps when the two were working. "I am honored to be praised like so, Azrael." he replied, taking in the praise. While he did originally desire for her to take a break, it was clear that he wasn't fully immersed into the Master aspect as well; it appears that also he, not only Trista, required refocus in order to fully enter into the master and slave relationship. Nevertheless, he agreed wholeheartedly. "Yes. I do believe some time off would work. I don't think she needs too much after care..." he commented to himself as he unwound the ropes with such rigid efficiency, slowly easing the gag away before embracing Trista so lovingly, kissing her deeply and tickling her chin. Of course he caught the hint that there was more to come, but he wasn't sure just what Azrael meant. After a few more intimate moments, just as he was untying Alexis. "That would be wonderful. Care to help in making Lunch, Alexis?" he asked, smiling softly as he watched the two go off. But of course, not without Alexis coming back with a package. Outfits, hm? While he was quite impressed, inwardly about the skimpy outfit she wore, he was anticipating just what she would end up wearing.

It was a different story all together when he was given an outfit for Trista. "I trust your word for it, Azrael. I'll have my beautiful Trista wearing this soon enough..." He hadn't given the order for her to dress, expecting her to cook half naked with her panties totally drenched but he wasn't going to bother her about it: if she went to dress herself he'd have no problem with it. The two soon went back, towards a very warm meal cooked by the two. "This looks great. Thanks Trista and Alexis." he said, saying grace. As always, the two did not eat with them, as Alexis had always done, with Trista following her lead. Of course, during their time eating he tried to spur some conversation "So, what is your favorite way to tie or hold up Alexis, Azrael?" he asked curiously, taking a drink. Nothing but small chit chat never hurt anyone, for sure! When they were finished, he turned to the two saying "I trust you two can fix up and wash the dishes, no? I'd love to talk to Azrael for a bit. Oh, and wear this if you can, Slave" he waved a gentle farewell to Trista as the two walked outside after handing her the small bag, holding glasses of water. When away from the would-be prying ears of the two, he confronted Azrael.

"I know you have more than just praise for me. I'm always improving so I am sure there are things you'd want to tell me to improve on or stop doing all together." As always his tone did not signal aggression, rather it seemed like he was asking for constructive thought. "And...about the second session...did you have anything in mind?" At best, he would have had Trista wear a collar with the rope harness then walk around like a dog, but it seemed like he was planning for...much, MUCH more than a simple leash walk. He couldn't wait, wanting to watch her in what outfit may be inside
 
Nathan was right, Trista didnt need any after care but the little he gave her in the form of affection made her heart soar. Being released she thanked both Nathan and Azreal and went to change.

Once Nathan released Trista and the girls went to go change, Azreal turned to Nathan. “I am going to attempt to show Trista something before you and I have our little pow wow. When they return I would like for you and her to sit and rest a moment please. I want to express something to her before she hits a nice head space later. Right now with that little bit of play she should be excited just enough to have desire to learn and be able to soak up knowledge like a sponge in water." he said to him with a smile as he waited for the girls to return.

Alexis emerged from the bathroom in a red leather corset with black lines on it that came up to wrap around her neck with a black leather mini skirt. On her legs she wore black fishnet stockings with black heels and on her arms where tied on corset like sleeves which were black with red seams and laces. Around her neck was the same black and red leather collar she had worn before. With an empty case and bag in one hand and a small remote in the other, she walked gracefully over to her Master and handed him the items in her hands. He smiled at her as he took the items then gave a slight nod and a authoritative glance to her. Alexis gave him an appreciative smile as she then moved to the center of the room, in front of him and stood with her feet about shoulder width apart and clasped her hands behind her head as she straightened her back and presented her breasts up and out to him. Her frame suggested months of training as she conveyed confidence yet humbleness with her body alone while in her eyes shown love, admiration, and submission towards Azreal.

Trista emerged not long after Alexis. She was feeling a bit self conscious in this outfit of lacy material which left little to nothing to the imagination. Her shyness was evident in her features as she made her way back to the room with everyone else and moved to kneel at Nathan's feet as Alexis had done all day long for Azreal. Seeing Alexis in the center of the room, she sat and watched as she was curious as to what was going to happen now even as a timidness remained in her features.

Azreal couldnt help but smile at his slave. She had been a hard one to train but she was worth it as she was perfect in his eyes. Looking over at Trista and Nathan he then explained why he had Alexis doing this as he noted Trista's shy timid nature yet saw curiosity in her gaze as well, though he gave her credit for going to kneel at Nathan's feet. She was learning some. “Trista before you and Alexis go start lunch I wish to show you something. I hope you take something away from this which helps you.” he said as he grabbed a cane from his bag and moved to stand beside Alexis. “Trista I want you to pay particular attention to Alexis' frame and body language. Notice how she is relaxed, her body is soft yet confident. Her back is straight as is her legs which is parted shoulder width apart and her arms straight as well. None of her body is tense. Notice how calm and relaxed she is” he said as he further proved the point by taking one of her hands and easily moving it out to the side of her body and shook it lightly then returned it to its original position showing how Alexis' body was as though clay for him to mold as he wished. “I want you to learn this in all of your positions. This one she is in is a standing inspection stance. All of her body is exposed to me to look over and feel at my desire to examine her and then be able to go straight into a desired form of play. To help you along in mentoring I am going to have Alexis help you learn the different stances and positions as there are tons and it will help in your training with Nathan so he does not have to remind you which pose is which.” he told her as he then let his hand trail over her entire body, inspecting it and deeming if she was up to his standards or not. The entire time Alexis never so much as flinched. Moving in front of her, he slid his hand up her thigh and between her legs then smiled to her. She had inserted the toy he had asked her to though he already knew that but still it gave him an excuse to touch her as he liked and feel how wet and eager she already was for him. Once he had inspected her entire body and saw her corset was tight enough and everything was in place he stepped back to his bag to grab 4 cuffs which matched her collar. Still having the cane in hand too, he moved back to Alexis.

Taking the tip of the cane he lightly traced a downward motion from her lips down her chin. Upon feeling such, she opened her mouth. As she did he lightly placed the handle in her mouth and made her hold it for him. “Part of being a slave is the ability to recognize and know your Master's intentions and wishes with out having to have verbal verification. Alexis learned this very quickly and I hope you do as well. Notice with only a slight touch of the end of the cane she knew to open her mouth. I can signal her to do anything I wish without telling her to do it. The reason for this is that she watches me and she has her mind clear and open to only me. She relies on instinct to help guide her to do my bidding.” As he said this he placed one hand outward with an open palm with the other held a cuff open and ready. As he did, Alexis brought one hand down from her head and allowed him to place the cuff securely on her wrist, making sure two fingers could fit between her skin and the cuff, as she then replaced her hand back to her head. She then repeated the process with the next wrist. As he took hold of two more cuffs, she stood still as he knelt to place them around her ankles. The entire time her head looked straight ahead exhibiting trust in him meaning she didnt have to look down to know what he was going to do. Once done he stood again and reached to take the cane from her lips. “good girl” he praised her as he then trailed the tip of the cane along her body starting at her neck then going down between her breast and along the center of her body. “the other thing I want you to notice about her is how she reacts to this toy. This wooden cane is among one of the most severe of a wide range of toys. With a single strike I can not only leave whelps and bruises on her body but I can make her bleed. However there is no fear in her eyes or in her body language. She trusts that I will not do that to her unless she requested to be pushed that far or unless she has done something seriously wrong and even then I will not draw blood upon her. Being a pain slut that she is, yes she does go that far as I know your mind is wondering on that question right now as I can see it in your eyes. The point of this is full trust. She is not paying the cane any attention other than the fact that it is sending tingles through her as I lightly drag it along her body. However this toy does have a non sensual side as you now know.” with that he popped the top of Alexis left breast with it, leaving a slight red mark in its place and making Alexis hiss at the pain as she held her frame.

Azreal then moved his opposite hand to rub and softly caress the place he had struck. “good girl” he said softly to her as he knew she had enjoyed it none the less even though it hurt. “The feeling of a cane is a simple stinging burn that can range in intensity to that of a shot to an extreme bee sting. Its almost like a whip's bite but a whip is a more concentrated form of sting where as this is more spread along the surface of impact. Notice she hissed at the pain but she did not break frame, she did not scream as though I was killing her, and there is still no fear in any of her features.” he said as he removed his hand from caressing her breast and then began to trace the tip along her body again. “Trista my dear, if you are wondering the reason I am telling you this, it is not to scare you. On the contrary its the opposite. I see allot of fear in you still and it causes lack of trust. You also have allot of pride in you which keeps you from being able to truly humble yourself. You also think too much which hinders your training. I noticed it in your short session and so I am pointing it out to you in a way you may be able to better understand and envision. The second time your Master plays with you and any time after this moment, I want to see this from you. I know you can do it so work on it.” he told her as he then gave Alexis a few swats on the backs of her thighs with the came making her hiss and moan while red marks marred her soft flesh. Moving the cane,he now traced the tip around to the back of her body and up her legs. Once he got to he ass, he gave her a few harder swats making Akexis suck in a breath that let out a louder moan. With a grin he then trailed the tip along her spine til he reached the tops of her shoulders which were exposed and open to him. Moving her hair off her back to tge front of her shoulder, he then lightly tapped the cane in quick sussessions along her upper back making it go from lush ivory to pink in color.

Every so often he would sneak in a harder hit leaving a red mark in the mass of pink tender skin. A second later he reached a hand to rub and caress the areas he had struck. “Trista I also want you to keep this in mind to help you with your fear and inner turmoil. A true Master does not wish to break his toy, if he does he can not play with it anymore. You being a slave are his favorite toy to play with.” With that he put the cane back in his bag and grabbed a leash and returned to Alexis. With a downward gesture of his hand, she moved to her knees in the same position she was already. Her knees were shoulder width apart, her ankles came together to cross over one another while her back, breasts, arms, and head remained the same. “this is the last position I am going to show you for the moment as I do not want to over load you with too much knowledge today. This is the kneeling inspection stance. Its for the same purpose as the standing only this one goes into a different form of play. With this one she is in the perfect position  for me to intimidate her more and I can easily go into a forced form of play which is allot rougher.Here I can go into roughly fucking her lush warm mouth. I can humiliate and humble her making her crawl around like a dog. I can go into choking her or breath play without worrying with her falling as I can catch her quickly if she were to pass out. The possibilities are endless with each stance." he chuckled as he secured the leash to her collar. As he did she moved her hands behind her back into the slave position that Trista knew upon Azreal's gesture again. As soon as she did he proved his point by grabbing her hair roughly holding it tight and forcing her to look up at him as he grinned evilly down at her before leaning to give her a rough passionate kiss. The action rendered a deep intake of breath from Alexis then a moan as their lips met and she surrendered to him. It was evident that she enjoyed it. "Very good girl" he praised her Breaking the kiss, Azreal then stepped back and let his hand with the end of the leash in it hang at his side. In doing so Alexis then moved down on her hands and knees for him and then proceeded to allow him to lead her around as he moved back to his seat. Sitting down, Alexis resumed to kneel at his feet. As she did,Azreal resumed rubbing, caressing, and petting Alexis in not just praise but in a form of after care. Since Alexis was such an obedient versatile slave he could play with her in any way that he wished. She could attain any role that he needed and that was why she was his number one slave.

Seeing the demonstration, Trista paid close attention to his words and nodded in understanding but remained silent until he was done. She really enjoyed watching them play and was almost sad to see it end. It made her want what they had among other things. “Thank you for sharing your knowledge with me Master Azreal” she said as she knew now she had allot to work on and she wasnt sure how she was going to do it. The way he and Alexis played was so erotic and disciplined to her. She didnt know how she was ever going to truly be as Alexis seemed in their play. Free of worry and doubt and fear and full of control and passion in a twisted manner. It was as dark as it was loving. But the small play she witnessed did inspire her to do better. She wanted to be as good as Alexis and she hoped she would excell quickly to that goal.

Azreal smiled at Trista for her respectful thanks. "Your always welcome Trista just know I will not always be this nice to you. What I do and how I do it to mentor others is for good reason. I have a few things I wish to give you that I will have Alexis bring to you tomorrow. They are to help you and for you to show me you are serious about being mentored and you are serious of becoming the perfect slave for your Master. He is a hard working man who already has his plate full so I will do what I can to help ease this transition for both of you as well as make it a little quicker. Some of what I will give you is simple reading. I want you to read a chapter a day. It shouldnt take but half an hour of reading a day. I expect you to absorb the knowledge and to see how you are progressing and to make sure you are reading as well as understanding I will email you quizzes on it as well as be in close contact with your Master so we can take care of any concerns that may arise." He told her as he then gave things over to Nathan once more. Little did she know he was also preparing her for her second session which would be intense for her. He had just given her a gentle road map to success but how she used such knowledge was up to her.

As the girls then went to cook, he made a quick mental list of what all to address to Nathan and what to do to Trista. As they ate he also evaluated his ideas and the many ways this could go. All the while he would ever so often play with the remote control in his pocket which went to the small bullet vibrator Alexis had on, making her breath catch each time as he teased her then cut it off for a while. He would continue to do this until they headed home later.
"That is a hard question to answer really." He chuckled as he was asked about a favorite way to hang Alexis  "It really depends what the session is. If I am simply doing shibari with her, I love just about any way she hangs as long as,I have access to her. I think though my favorite would be something I plan to see about doing with Trista in the next session but it does not require ropes." He grinned not wanting to give anything away with the girls still close. Once they all ate, the girls cleaned up.

Once the girls headed to the basement to clean he moved to the back yard to speak with Nathan.

"Nathan, you have one hell of a slave in your hands. I want to reinforce that with you now as I know things are going to get rough before they get better. I can see Trista become a great slave being as good if not better than Alexis in the end as she holds so much passion. But for now I do see several issues that need addressed and taken care of. I should have placed about 6 clothespins on her nipples for her issues but I refrained for a reason which I will explain in a bit. Most of the issues I see fall on her. The only issue I see with you is your approach in some sense. You expect much from her which you should, dont get me wrong. However she is seeing it and hearing it from you. You put too much effort and she is not putting enough. If you leave the thought in your mind of exactly what you want from her and do not tell her each detail, she will learn to look past your words and do what you want. Its in a sense reverse psychology. You tell her to go into an inspection pose but do not tell her all variables such as straight back and breasts out. If she thinks you expect less of her she will strive to give you more to surpass the goal and please you. She is very competitive and pridefull. We need to turn her pride to confidence and use the competitive edge to our advantage. If you wanted to I will give you permission to play with Alexis any time she is over here. You can use her to be example for Trista as I did before lunch. Also I recommend not giving her things to think on in play. I noticed as soon as you mentioned cutting her up and such her mind immediately left you and the play and she thought out the terms of the contract she signed. It wasnt until you made movement towards her that her attention came back to you so she could respond. She has had to be a deep thinker to survive those bad years of her life. Like it or not, her past is still holding her back and she doesn't realize it. I quickly noticed her battle with insecurity while you gaged her. She was fine as long as she was not restrained. However as soon as she is restrained she is going to back pedal fast. I want to break that and stop it tonight so that she doesnt undo what little training she has already received. I want to make things a little easier on you but you may not like my method." He said pausing to sip his drink then continued.

"She hides her emotions and sends too many mixed signals. We have to remedy that bad habit. Also she has surrendered her heart to you which is evident in how she looks at you. However she is only halfway surrendering her body to you and absolutely none of her mind and soul are yours. She is still fearful and because of that she cannot fully trust even though she says she does. She is too proud because of all that she had survived and knows no humility or humbleness and that pride takes the place of confidence which makes her self conscious and timid. She wants to be perfect and so she battles for that. In doing so with such a competitive edge in her she hinders herself and blocks the natural submission she should feel. She over thinks it and doubts it, thinking what is natural is not good enough so she pushes too far becoming rigid. Its a vicious cycle she is going through and a dangerous one at that. However we can break it but to do so I need something from you before I tell you my recommendation to get her on the right track and what I would like to attempt on this next session." He said gazing at Nathan intently letting his words sink in.

"I need you to push your past behind you. I know its hard but you are holding yourself and her back. She senses it within you even though you dont voice it and she is feeling your emotions on top of her own. I understand why you have a hard time. You love her and you fear a repeat of the past. That fear conveys to her and strengthens her own fear and self doubt making her falter. Even though you command your voice to her there is still concern in your gaze and in the under current of your voice. Trista is a strong woman, a survivor, and i believe she was sent to you for a reason. You are her world. That is good as it aids us. If you can push past everything and put forth pure confidence in yourself it will radiate to her and strengthen her. It will wash away her fear she hides. Also if you have not told her of what it is you dwell on from your past then you need to. If you want her to understand and be open and honest with you then you must lead by example and do the same with her. Secrets will destroy you both." He paused again, waiting to see if he understood and could do that task as he continued to talk to him in a calm even tone that held years of experience, understanding, and wisdom. He would need this in play with Nathan if they were to succeed in this next session.

"Normally I would not push a new slave as i intend to do with Trista. However she is far from being a normal woman much less a normal slave. I believe she will become very versatile like Alexis is but for now we have allot of work to do. She seems to know the basics but she is simply going through the motions, she is not truly feeling it. What I wish for us to do is a bit risky. So I need your full trust as well as your permission to play with her. I will not touch her in any true sexual manner, that is reserved for you. I want to push her, to get her far from her comfort zone. I want to push her into helplessness and fear and make her face it. She will be allowed no safe words or signals. I want her to realize she has to fully trust and solely rely on you. She will revisit her past and be forced to conquer it or let it consume her. She will more than likely panick, cry, and break. Or she may not. I believe she can handle this and if she can and rise to the top of her mental state she will embrace her inner slave. She will not be as bashful. She will no longer fear a toy so much that she pays it more attention then you. She will hesitate ever so often on new things but that is normal however she will look to you and that uncertainty will vanish and she will move forward. She will act naturally in her submission and allow that change to take place. But as i said she will have to go through hell to get to heaven first. If you trust me to do this with you doing most of the work then i will help set everything up as well as see to it you don't have to fret over supper and tending to her. She will need lots of after care once its over but she will be good to play once again tomorrow. This is actually nothing but mild in the lifestyle play but to her it will be very intense." He informed him, studying him closely as he laid out his ideals before proceeding to his plan.

"My plan is this. We place one eyehook in the ceiling. You will go to the basement and get her once all toys and such are set up and ready. You will take a leash, blindfold, collar, and four cuffs to her. Put her in the kneeling inspection stance and place everything on her. Then you will guide her up to the play area. Alexis will follow to help make sure she doesnt stumble. I dont want her to see whats coming. Once in the play area I am going to explain to her a few things while you secure a spreader bar to her wrists and ankles. Then attach the spreader bar on her wrists to a chain hanging from the eyehook. Everything will be quick release just in case she goes into distress. Alexis will stay back and help watch her and alert us to anything she sees concerned on. Once i am done explaining to her i want you to secure a ball gag on her which i will cue you for. Alexis will at that point put a certain song on low volume on repeat. This will cover any rustle of things we grab or do so she is in full sensory deprivation however she will still hear our words to her. The song will also help reprogram her mind. This will be a total mindfuck for her. I also want you to untie her outfit and take it from her at this point. I need her feeling exposed. I will then proceed in play. Im going to humiliate her verbally and i will use a few toys on her such as vampire gloves, a dead blade knife, and crop. Nothing too severe though i may mess with her by cracking a small whip near her. Once i see she is pushed to the point i want her at then I will hand her over to you to play with. I want her to associate you with comfort and security. However i do not want you to go easy on her. Let her experience pain through pleasure through you and experience your darker authoritive side. She will learn trust all over again through you. Once i hand her over to you then its up to you what you want to do. You can use any toy on her or change her position or whatever. If you want me to step back in and help i will. When i step back from play Alexis will make snacks such as fruit to help with after care and to keep subdrop at bay. She will also make supper so all you have to do is take care of Trista. Once all play is over we will help you get her undone from restraints and such and get her comfortable before we head home. I assure you though this sounds rough to do to her that I will not let anything bad happen to her. I will not risk her health." He explained as he then waited to see if he would go for the idea. "You dont have to do this though. Its your choice so don't feel pressured into it because i recommended it. Im simply trying to make training and all easier on you both. You can change your mind and pull her out of it at any time" he added then waited. If he went for the idea then he would help him get everything set up and ready.
 
Nathaniel couldn't help but share in the awe that Trista held, seeing just how well handled, expert and utterly obedient the products of his labor was. It almost intimidated him, as if, subtly, he expected Nathan to know all these things when in fact, he didn't. Having worked only as a bondage instructor and demonstrator, he never looked into the prospect of having a 24/7 relationship with anyone even his submissive, having scoffed at the idea secretly for being misogynistic and needlessly flamboyant. Funny enough, like Trista, he was just as overwhelmed at her with all this information: he'd probably ahve to learn all those various movement strokes and gestures to impart messages. It may be hard for him to distinguish from one stroke to another also! Wading into new territory, he tried to keep his composure from crumbling under such intimidation. "That was splendid, Azrael." he said, complimenting him and of course, his slave. "You are so well trained, Alexis. I wish only for my Trista to be like you. I know it has to be said more than once, I am just so...overwhelmed, ahaha."

The meal went by quite well, having enjoyed just what the two cooked up. When they were outside of their vision, he smiled and softly kissed his submissive on her cheek as the two walked off downstairs. He was ready to hear the words that Azrael had for him, but when he started about his past he almost stiffened up. As it seemed, so was he like his slave: he had other things he needed to fix before becoming a full fledged master who had accepted the handle of being a master and the responsibility of looking after his beloved Trista. The compliments he had for Trista almost vanished completely, feeling himself get much...hotter, sweat against his brow as he took an anxious drink of water. Knowing Azrael, he probably would have caught that. His words were stark, particularly what he said: 'Secrets will destroy you both'. Chilling, truthful words, yet as the foolish man he was, he simply feigned the reaction. And quite a good feint as well, though he hoped it would fool Trista. "Ahh. You are correct. I really should tell Trista of such..." He was right: he wasn't perfect. The past chained him down, like a prisoner inside of his regret he could not advance without consolation of the past. The topic was uncomfortable and he was displaying this very well, but he tried his best to feign agreement when in fact, it was otherwise.

His plan concerned him very much so. If there was one thing he hated in all this world, it was seeing Trista cry. Perhaps this might scar her forever, causing her to see him no differently from that crooked step-father she so loathed. But, he understood very much so while weighing the risks. Was it really worth it, to push her beyond the boundaries to mold her into the perfect submissive? Was it truly worth it? "Ah. A focus on Finer detail....I shall oblige." he took another drink, listening in. He wasn't quite sure if the words he said were the right ones. He'd have to apologize to her about that, for sure. "...If you promise me her safety, then I shall. If you will comply by the limitations set by our agreement, then I shall." The agreement did say that he had every right to end the session if he felt she was going through too much. But even so, he could accept what he said: she needed to get through her past...to march through hell to reach heaven.

"Ahh. I shall do so." The ropes would work so well, given how it would help restrict and give her freedom...the world was so expansive and open, without borders and making it easy for her to lose her way...the ropes would surely restrict where she can go and just give her familiar borders...his loving embrace. For sure, he would make this work. "I will agree. But please do keep a vigilant eye out in case." he said, sighing softly as he adjourned the meeting, going out to reflect to himself in the bathroom, all while waiting on the two to finish. Washing his face, for a moment he felt like refusing, seeing a reflection of his submissive Isabelle when he saw Trista's visage merging. The mere image caused him to slip, muttering only the word 'Isabelle...' before he hit himself on the sink with a loud thud, falling unconscious as a few articles fell from the sink, causing quite some commotion...
 
Areal wasnt fooled. He could see the war raging inside Nathan as they spoke even as he tried to hide it. Azreal had not gotten as far as he had in this lifestyle without learning to read people, even through the masks they put up in defense of their true emotions. Nathan still doubted himself and he doubted Trista because of it. He could not see the strength in her as Azreal could. he knew well what Trista craved and it seemed even when she was so close to getting what she so badly needed that she would be denied. Nathan was putting false trust in him to do this session. It wouldnt do at all. He may well have to rethink this and fix Nathan first which would mean Trista being put to the side for a while. That was a sad thought, she had so much talent just waiting to bloom but he was still holding them back. How Nathan thought he would let any harm befall Trista when he would not let such befall Alexis, was a mystery. It showed how little faith Nathan put into anyone and because of that he was not ready to be a Master of anything. Until he could Master himself he could not Master Trista.



Letting him go back inside, Azreal waited before setting anything up. He wanted to see if Nathan could truly come around before put so much effort into showing them both the bliss of what they wanted. After a few minutes of being inside and rerfulling his drink, his gut feeling came to life. Hearing the thud and commotion in the bathroom he had his suspicions. heading that way quickly, he called Nathan's name through the door. when there was no response he made his way in to find him passed out on the floor with a few of the things from the sink around him. He sighed deeply as he moved to look him over.





Both girls had been finishing up in the basement. They had made good time in thier cleaning even with Alexis having to stop and take deep breaths ever so often as Azreal teased her with the remote controlled vibrator. While cleaning they had talked about some of the sessions Alexis and Azreal had done which made Trista all the more excited to experience such things. However just as they were finishing sorting a few things to the side that Nathan would have to decide if it stayed or was to be sold, they heard a loud commotion upstairs. After a quick glance to one another, they both rushed to see what was going on.

Finding the scene in the bathroom, the girls come in just in time to see Azreal finish looking over Nathan and pick him up. Azreal was glad both girls had come to help and quickly gave out orders to them. He had Aexis grab the first aid kit and a wet wash cloth while having Trista help him get him to his bedroom. once inside, Areal placed him gently on the bed as Trista worried and asked what all had happened. he had no time to answer her at the moment though and requested she be still and silent for a moment then he would explain. Just then Alexis emerged with the stuff requested. Azreal took the from her and carefully cleaned the small cut on his forehead from hitting the sink. It wasnt too bad and he shouldnt need medical attention but that would decided after he woke up. With that he cleaned and bandaged the wound and had Alexis take over to care for him. They both had medical training due to the lifestyle and things that could happen in play. As Alexis took over to wash Nathan's face and keep a close eye on him, Azreal took Trista out of the room. "I know you are worried but he will be fine. It seems he is not dealing with his past in the way I had hoped he would. It seems all of this is just too overwhelming for him and I need you to understand. I know you want to learn but I dont know that he can do it at this time. Its not my place to tell you the demons he faces but I will tell you this. I know you have felt concern for him all morning, I can see it. You feel his sorrow he still holds. I feel like you are the only one who can heal him. His past is even worst than yours. He has lost as much if not more than you in some ways. I had requested him to face his past and tell you about it. It seems he still cant face it. I will give him one more chance to tell you and then if he doesnt then I will give you the old articles of what happened and let you find out for yourself. But right now I need you to go in there and prove to him you are strong enough to share his burden and help hi through it. I know you can do it. you are stronger than he even realizes and until you can show him how strong you are then I dont see this moving forward at all." he told her being firm and blunt but not betraying Nathan's secret.



Trista swallowed harm at his words as she kept her gaze even with his. she understood what he was saying and more love and concern for Nathan enveloped her. "I can do that." she told him on a worried breath as he then allowed her back inside.



Feeling that the two needed some time alone, Azreal pulled Alexis out of the room and allowed Trista to remain to watch over him. As they left he informed her to call for him if she needed them. nodding she moved to sit at the edge of the bed beside Nathan and gently ran her hand along the side of his face as she leaned down to kiss his forehead. Worry etched clearly upon her face as she remained close to him and prayed for him to awaken soon. It seemed no matter how hard she tried, this day was not going to be a good one. Thinking on Azreal's words she couldnt help but feel sad not only for Nathan but for them as a couple and what was not going to happen at this point. Silently she now waged a war on doing what was best for Nathan and doing what she felt she needed to move on in her own life. Needing to feel comfort and wanting to give him comfort as well, she moved to lay down beside him and curl up against him as she laid her hand on his chest and watched for him to awaken. "please wake up for me Nathan" she whispered to him as she leaned up to gently kiss his cheek and then his neck while watching him closely with worry. If being in a bdsm relationship was too much for him or being in any relationship was too much for him then she would step back even though it was the last thing she wanted to do.


All the while Azeeal sat on the couch im the living room with Alexis curled in his lap. Cuddling for the moment as they waited for Nathan to wake up they discussed a new plan to help the couple. He would have Alexis bring some things over tomorrow for both of them and would give them a few days before he returned. Also he would call a friend to seek advice on training Nathan to be the best Master possible. He also had a lifestyle party he had to plan and host this next weekend. He hoped he could get Trista and Nathan to come. Maybe it would give them insight and awaken their inner selves.
 
In the realm of sleep, there was no one except him. All alone, in an empty space. Sitting upon a projection of his own bed, he looked up to the surface. As if trapped underwater, an image of Trist sleeping by his side could be sighted, yet...it seemed like he didn't want to leave. Preferring instead to hide, embrace his own knees and cower. Yes, deep inside, he was a coward. He was unfit to become her Master. Azrael was right: he wasn't in the right mindset for anything. "Why did I..." he sighed to himself, feeling tears softly drip. It had been all his fault...all this time, everything that had occurred. Could it have all been very different had he not taken up BDSM? Yet, he simply fell over at his side, laying onto the figurative bed as he drifted to sleep within his sleep...

He had awakened to something nudging him. It was midday, surprised to see outside that the athmosphere looked...watery, as if he had been underwater. When he rose up with a yawn, he looked down only to see a much, much younger Trista, her hair still short like before, eyes wide yet almost jaded. She did not speak, yet wanted him to go somewhere. Sighing when he noticed her enthusiasm for such, he continued to walk, only to stop when he saw...her. "I...I...It can't be..." he gasped out, finding, on the table, was a very beautiful woman. There was no mistaking this person: Isabelle Sharpe.

"N-no...g-get away!" he cried out, falling down, fear contorting his facial expression before, out of nowhere, a serene and soft touch calmed his jittery senses. He looked up, silver tears gently dropping onto him. "Nathan...why..." she asked, "Why do you still cry for me, even after I told you not to..." she asked gently. Choking back his tears, he sobbed childishly. "B-because...it was my fault...i...if I hadn't...Y-you wouldn't ha-"

Her slim finger pressed his lips shut and almost instantly, he quieted himself. "...It's not your fault Nathan...and...if you have never taken that...we would have never met." she said, softly tearing up herself, "...Those days...those days were the best days of my adulthood. You made me feel safe even though I was exposed and bound...I wouldn't trade all the world for the time we spent together..." His heart skipped a beat, even as she tried her best to smile. "So please...don't cry for me any more...live on...with Trista." she whispered, as she slowly faded away, even as he reached out trying to hold her once more...

"Isabelle!" he cried out with a start, reaching up on reflex before he had awakened to a splitting pain. Argh...that fall... he looked beside him, noticing that she was there, quite concerned about what had occured. With tears forming in his eyes, he embraced Trista very tightly, softly whispering "I...I love you..." over and over again, despite the fact he was choking back his sobs and tears. When he had finally calmed, he looked right towards her.

It was time she learned the truth.

"...Trista, you deserve to know this...not just as my slave, but also as my beloved daughter." he said, sighing as he, braving the demons within, showed her an old photograph. It was of a man wearing Japanese clothing, a bound and gagged woman put on an extremely sophisticated suspension. Despite the obvious distress, she looked so...calm, looking right into the photograph as if she stared right into the soul of whomever gazed upon the picture. "Her name is Isabelle Sharpe. We met during college and she was my first submissive. She helped awaken my dominant side to the point where we did open demonstrations since my specialty was rope bondage." he stated. "But...one time, when I was at a nigthclub, a bondage hook gave way and she was struck harshly on the head from a 5ft drop. She went into a coma nad her parents, unaware of her kinky lifestyle, blamed me for it. I took the blame for everything, sinking into depression which only got worse when they pulled the plug on her. However...everything changed when I met you, shivering in the cold...I...I thought I could redeem myself...but...I never wanted you to enter into that lifestyle...I...I don't want you...or...Isabelle..." he broke out into tears yet again. To think...all this time...
 
Trista kept watchful eye on Nathan as she stayed close to him. It seemed he was becoming a bit restless and that had her worried. However she still stayed close trying to comfort him until he awoke. A little while later when he did awaken and called out another girls name, Trista was a bit puzzled. She didnt know who Isabelle was but she knew it wasnt her. As he then pulled her into a tight hug and said over and over that he loved her, she was shocked and speechless at first. Part of her wondered if he really meant her or this other girl he had spoken of which left her still a bit confused but still she was not going to pull away for the life of her. Having him hold her tight and hearing those words still gave her hope and made her feel good even though Nathan was upset which was clear. She didnt understand what was going on so she did the only thing that she could, she held him and comforted him as best as she could just as he had done fr her many days in the past. “its alright... please tell me whats wrong.... I love you too Nathan” she said softly holding him.

As he pulled away to grab a picture and show her, she was even more confused until he explained. Seeing the beautiful girl and hearing his story made her heart ache for him. No wonder he had been so distant to her. He had every right. She now understood his fears completely and it made her feel like such a horrible person at the fact she had attempted to push him into something he was far from ready to do. God if only she could turn back time and instead of gotten excited over finding that trunk, she should have thrown it out. If only she had known. As he broke down into tears, she put the picture down which had her swimming in mixed feelings. She would work through her own thoughts on all of this later. For now he needed her. Leaning into him, she embraced him in another hug and let him cry as she fought back her own tears for him. She hated seeing him hurt like this. It was so evident Isabelle had meant so much to and he still was not over her. It was also apparent that he was not ready to attempt this lifestyle as she wanted and she wasnt even sure he was ready for a relationship either. Pushing back her own pain at those thoughts, she tried to be strong for him as she let him break. She would wait til he was okay and then have her friends leave. She didnt think they could help at this point either and seeing them would only hurt her more as she tried to shut away all that she wanted and just make herself go back to what they were. Dammit why did she have to listen to Alexis and embrace her feelings for him and tell him. If she hadnt then this would be so much easier for her to go back. But now it would be very hard. As it was just feeling him so close made her ache to have him completely and to give herself to him completely. But that was not going to happen. “its okay.... cry as much as you need to.... im here for you... I wish you had of told me sooner... im sorry” she told him not specifying all that she was truly sorry for as she let him grieve Isabelle while she hardened her heart and blocked out certain thoughts in her mind creating old walls that never should have been taken down.


As he calmed, Trista pulled back only slightly to smile at him. “feeling any better” she whispered softly as she held her composure and looked on him still with love and concern. “are you hurt at all from your fall? How is your head, you have quite the bump” she said speaking of the cut on his forehead from the sink which Azreal had bandaged. She wanted to be sure he was well before she allowed him out of bed. If not she would take care of him the rest of the day while he rested in bed or take him to the hospital if he needed it. Thinking on the current situation she gave a soft sigh. “how about I go see Azreal and Alexis off and you go take a nice hot shower. I think I may do the same” she said softly as she knew a hot shower would loosen up her nerves and her muscles from cleaning earlier and all the excitement. Plus a shower would give her a little time away from him to get her own thoughts gathered and sorted without him fretting over her or even knowing. She didnt figure he wanted or needed company at this point though as she figured he was done with all of the lifestyle stuff with his last statement of not wanting her in it. So having the couple stay would only upset things, the thought. For now she thought Nathan needed time to heal and a possible return to normalicy. Maybe in a few days or weeks they could start again but for now she would not push him. She wanted what was best for him so she would move at his pace and see how things panned out. It was the least she could do for the one man she truly loved and maybe if she was patient he would come around. But as he still blamed himself over Isabelle she didnt see it happening for now. She would not loose hope on him, she couldn't. She just had to find her patience and humble herself to his needs til he took an initiative to move forward.
 
He took her invitation gladly, crying right against her shoulder. Yes, he had to let it all go away...that ghost of the beautiful woman whom had passed on long ago. He did regret doing BDSM, wanting only to turn back the clock to get the woman of his love back. However...it was easy for Azrael to say 'get over it and move on'. The one thing he didn't know was just how close the two were to each other. They were more than just a model and a rigger...they were truly lovers. "T-T-thank you..." he sniffled, softly crying and letting fall all of his tears. Yes, he really should have warned her, but he wasn't entirely sure if she was able to take it...the enthusiasm in her eyes...the submission and the willingness...the darker side of him wanted her like that, but the other side knew that not even Trista could replace his beloved Isabelle. No matter how many times Azrael said it, he just couldn't move on.

He rubbed away his tears, trying his best to maintain his composure. How long had it been since he had cried like that, finally releasing all that bottled up sorrow and agony deep inside? "I'm...I'll be fine." he sniffled, rubbing his head and feeling the bandaid. "Thank you for seeing to me, Trista." and while he did display his sorrow, he managed to compose himself yet again, able to talk without breaking from stammering in anxiety. When she suggested that they go home, Nathan felt it so, however... "...Th-that's fine. I can't keep running away. It hurts me, but I have to face pain also to feel comfort..." Of course, Azrael's words cuts both ways: in a way he could tell that the things he said also applied to him, given how he had many ghosts in the past that kept dragging him back... Even so, he asked "Trista...I...I'm going to need your help also...T-this isn't also only about you...I want to change also. I want to move on, b-b-...but..." he stammered, quite unable to finish that sentence.

"I want to talk to Azrael first." he said, standing up and walking right outside his room. When Trista beckoned Azrael, the two departed as they talked in the kitchen. He wasn't really sure what the two would be doing at this time, but he couldn't help but wonder. "...I'm sorry, Azrael." he said, holding a glass of water to help calm himself, "I...I still can't get over my feelings. I'm weak and I'm afraid. But that is why I want to proceed." he said, turning towards him, taking out a bottle of bourbon and a few shotglasses. He wasn't going to drink himself, just a few shots really does get his mind together at times like these. "But if I ever act up, just punch me in the face. Seriously." he said, handing him a filled shot glass. "Sometimes, I just need to face the pain and the sorrow if I want to move on...I'd love to continue, but only at this condition. Deal?" he asked, holding up the shot glass, feeling his calm slowly return...even though he was still quite a wreck deep inside...
 
Trista nodded at his words of wanting her help. “ill help you any way that I can Nathan, as I said I love you and I can do no less” she assured him with a smile as she helped to wipe a stray tear from his cheek that he had missed. As she went to ask Azreal and Alexis to head home and was stopped as Nathan went to talk to Azreal she wasnt sure how to proceed with things. As he went to talk to Azreal, she motioned Alexis into the bed room to chat with her over every thing in low whispers as she sought her friend's advice. Luckily Alexis agreed with her idea of backing off a bit and giving Nathan time until he too an initiative towards her. Only then would Trista truly know he was ready to go forward even though very light pushes may be alright in small doses.

Azreal had just gotten off of the phone when Nathan had called his attention. Walking over to him he noted his condition and shook his head as he saw him go for the bourbon and listened to his words. “Nathan I know its hard for you and I understand. Believe it or not I have loved and lost too in a tragic way. We are not that different. It was Alexis who saved me in the end. But I will do as you ask though just remember not to get too upset if I do punch you” he chuckled trying to lighten the mood a bit. “Trista will help to heal you I believe and I and Alexis will help as we can. For tonight why dont you and Trista rest and relax. We can always come back another time. Seeing as how I just received a call that my sister is in labor with her first child, I wont be attending the club tomorrow so we will be in town and available should you need us or want to get together and talk. Also Im Alexis available to help should Trista decide to go to the funeral tomorrow. I thought afterwards maybe the girls could to shop and buy a few things you may enjoy seeing Trista in to help her mood” he smiled at his new friend as he clapped him on the shoulder. “But I have faith in you and Trista. As I said she is a strong woman unlike any I have seen. She can handle your demons as well as her own. Give it time. She can never replace your lost love but she can still be a new love. I know she would never try to replace her but I am sure you can love them both.” he told him trying to reassure him that it was okay to move forward.
 
Heh. So two for two. He wouldn't have guessed that Azrael would have gone through such an episode himself. Maybe...he wasn't alone in this. "She must mean alot to you then. I can learn from that." he said, feeling the bourbon calm his nerves. "What do you think I should do, perhaps, to get closer to Trista? It's just...a bit hard to see her as a lover when almost all the time I spent with her I saw her as a daughter instead of a partner..." he admitted freely, but he smiled. After all...it was just one step closer, maybe it'd be best to take it step by step? Whether or not she wanted to go to the funeral is her choice exclusively...if anything he would be there for her, ready to protect her from that abusive uncle, if anything...

"I shouldn't keep you waiting, Azrael. You'll be an uncle soon, it'd be best if you were there for that!" he said, smiling as he led the couple close to the door, waving fondly as he watched them leave. Yes, they would continue BDSM...but not right now. They had to mentally recuperate. The session and demonstrations were extremely demanding, taxing to their stamina and health... "Did you want anything special to eat, Trista?" he asked, wondering if she was in the mood for take-out as he leaned in to kiss her. A hand craved to softly grope her, perhaps to feel her tender breasts as a sign of cutesy affection...

"I wanted to say...if you want to return to trying out BDSM I will have no problem with it. Just...please understand that I want only to assure your safety, nothing more." The last thing he wanted was for an accident to claim her life also...
 
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