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Episode I - The Unopened Box
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The training of eric
I - The Unopened Box, part one
It is raining today. Hearing the droplets hitting the windows makes me recall how scared you were during the last rainstorm we spent together.
How your shivering little (tall, but thin) sweet body, was clinging to my mine, as I rubbed comfort into it. You loved the contrast of our bodies, yours tall (nearly 4" taller than me) and thin. While mine was the the perfect regal size for your Queen, huge lovely breasts, wide ample hips and large, shapely legs.
The rain brings other memories as well, like that time I had to teach you a very special lesson. Do you recall? It had been raining most of the morning, gentle spring rain. I had returned early from shopping to find you lounging in your favorite lace trimmed pajamas, eating chocolate truffles, and reading the new novel I had given you, when you should have been completing the new logo designs for one of our companies, starting dinner, doing my hand washables, and tidying my bed chamber. Most times we did share my room, but you did have a stark, rather plainly decorated small bedroom that you used when you were not well behaved enough to sleep with me. You jumped up from the sofa and tried to conceal your guilt, but we both knew how naughty you'd been. I stood there by the door and told you how very disappointed I was. You quickly came to me to take the bags. You ran to place them in my room and ran back to help me out of my coat, but I had removed it already. "You are not doing any of your duties right today are you?" I said in a low annoyed tone. You asked what you could do to make it right. I told you that the damage is done. I sat in a chair by the door while you removed my shoes, and started to massage my left foot. I pulled away. "You do not deserve to touch me that way!" I almost yelled. Still on your knees, you begged me to forgive you and promised to have your tasks done before dinner time. I told you, "you'd better hurry, because I will have more for you to do now. Such a pity you are so lazy! What is your worth? You are not even a good slave today. I wanted to play with you before dinner. Now you have even ruined that! Also, I have something to show you." I grabbed you by the hand and pulled you into the bedroom. I sat on the bed, and pushed you to the floor at my feet. "Look here," I said as I removed a beautifully wrapped box from one of the bags, "this was for my good, obedient, sweet sissy slave." You glanced at the bag, knowing that it was from that nice shop that had the exquisite lingerie. You knew that the box must contain a lovely night dress or pajama set. You ached to know which it was. Your eyes were fixed on the box. "Oh Queen, please... you know I am so stupid sometimes. I thought I had time to finish my tasks before you returned. I want my gift, please. I will do all of my tasks in time from now on. I can be good..." I stopped you and said, "You are always concerned about what you want. That is what makes trouble for you! The box will remain there on the table where you can see it, unopened!" I gave you the box to place on the small table near the window. Touching it only made you want to open it more.
You returned to kneel at my feet and began to whimper. I told you, "you must show you are worthy of such pretty things. You'd better get started. You must first help me out of these things." You sighed, knowing that you would never be able to finish everything and have dinner ready on time.
I pushed you to the floor with my foot and yelled, "Was that a complaint?" You cried, "Oh no my Queen! I would never complain... I just need you to help me know what to do first." I reached for you. You moved as if you were afraid that you might be hit... I smiled and purred, "Oh, you are
so pretty when you are scared." I grabbed the collar of your white
lace trimmed pajama top and pulled your lips to mine and passionately kissed you. Then I told you to get dressed when we are done. You knew exactly what I meant. You hated to wear "street" clothes and really could not stand to wear then in the house. You just didn't feel like a pretty slave in them. This command told you that I was very annoyed because I knew how uncomfortable you'd be. "Get a cloth from the bath and put cool water on
it," I said. You barely heard me due to you focusing on my prior command. But luckily snapped out of your haze and ran to retrieve the cloth for me. When you returned I was nearly undressed, you loved to see me
that way but, you couldn't help but look over to the unwrapped treat
on the table that you may never get to open. Noticing your interest in the box I told you, "Don't concern yourself with that. It will be a long time before you can open it. Now get over here and help me undress!" As you came to me you noticed the crop laying next to me on the bed. You grimaced at it, even though I had never beat you with it, usually just a couple of swats on your bottom or I'd hit the furniture to accent what I was saying, you still feared it. You never knew when your bad behavior may cause me to lose my control. I told you to give me the cloth. I placed it on my forehead and sighed, closing my eyes. "I am so sorry, my Queen. I have made you so upset with my laziness." You removed my bra, gently freeing my massive breasts. All of this anxiety made you yearn to just lay in my lap and suckle them as I stroked your head. But you knew I was in no mood for that. I laid back on the bed and told you, "You will need to ease my tension before you go back to your tasks." You joyfully parted my legs and buried your head between them. Hoping that if you did this well that I may start to forgive you. You hungrily licked and sucked me, moving quickly, your excitement even startled you. I told you to slow your pace a bit, then nearly yelled, "I am not a task!" You tried to relax a bit, slow yourself. But a wave of excitement rushed over you. You were so aroused, drunk on my scent, while your face was still buried you moved a hand to your rock hard cock, just trying to make it ache a bit less. Even through my euphoric haze I saw you. I pushed myself up and pushed you away. You lost your balance and tumbled to the floor. "I screamed I can't believe that even now you are so concerned with yourself! Get out!" You stumbled to your feet. You could not believe that you did that it without asking. Especially, since you were in the hot seat. You were instantly saddened. As you left the room, the lamp light lit the gold wrapping on that damned box making you catch a glimpse of it as you left the room. You knew that any chance of you opening it was getting pushed farther and farther away. In the hallway you heard me yell after you, "Don't touch yourself, you little slut!" You knew you could honor that request. You had nearly instantly lost your erection and you felt too badly about disappointing your Queen. Then you remembered that you had to get dressed. You stopped in your room and tried to pick the softest clothing. You decided on a thin knit sweater and some light khaki slacks. You completed your "punishment gear" with matching socks and your most comfortable loafers.
My headache was steadily intensifying during this whole little episode. I moved the now warm damp cloth over my eyes, regretting not having you bring some aspirin before you left. Now I could no longer yell after you, thinking it would only make the pain worse. Perhaps this headache would pass on it's own. I really needed to give you just a bit more discipline for your behavior and comfort you a bit when done, letting you know that I know that you can be a good slave. Well, I can always make it right later. Especially, with this extra time to plan. I smiled to myself and tried to relax.
In our sunlit art studio/office you were adding the finishing touches to a design that was nearly finished. Your thoughts kept returning to me. You wondered why I hadn't punished you more severely. Even though you felt you were lucky. You still couldn't figure that out. Then you thought of the cloth I requested and that maybe I wasn't feeling well. You put the now complete design on my desk and went to my room. I was still laying there just as you had left me. You whispered to me, so you wouldn't wake me if I was sleeping, "My Queen, are you okay?" Without moving I said, "No" in a low, soft tone. "Get me some aspirin." You exclaimed, "Oh!" Then ran to the medicine cabinet. You found the aspirin easily, but remembered that you hadn't returned the small crystal water bottle and glass to my night table after washing them in the kitchen. You ran to get them, stopping to fill the bottle with spring water. You returned, I thought it seemed like you were gone for days. But I was pleased that you decided to check on me. You gave me the two tablets and gently held up my head you that I could sip the water. As you put a thin cotton blanket on me you told me that things are going well. "Should I wake you for dinner, my Queen?" I told you to wake me in an hour. With that you leaned to kiss me gently on the forehead and went back to your duties.
Well, sweetie I must go now perhaps I will finish this little story for you later. By the way, are all of your tasks done? I'd hate to have to make you sleep in the your ugly little room again, only to wake you in the middle of the night to... oh, nevermind.
Bye you sweet naughty thing!
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Be sure to return for the concluding chapter of The Unopened Box episode II.
Daydreaming
Finally! Jon was so happy to learn that his owner, his Queen Talia had arranged for them to have a weekend away in the country. It had been so long since they were able to both arrange their schedules so that they could take a short trip. He enjoyed being with her anywhere but she was so much more relaxed when away from business calls, relatives and such. He could have the focus of her wondrous guidance and love only on him. He had been sure to keep his weekends free so that whenever she was ready he could easily jump at the chance. He rushed home and began to prepare for the trip, they would be leaving early that evening.
As he sat folding some last minute laundry he began to daydream.
The thought of the trip reminded him of the few days they went away shortly after they met in person. It was the most wonderful trip of his life. He had met her on-line quite by accident. She had posted a technical question on a board that he checked for programming tips periodically. He happened to know the answer and posted a detailed response for her, even though he had never replied to anyone on that board before. She took his advice and being happy with the results she wrote him a rather pleasant E-mail. They had begun leaving short notes for each other on a regular basis and as time passed learned that they loved some of the same activities, movies, books and such. A friendship bloomed. He really liked her but was afraid to approach her romantically. Also, he just knew she wouldn't accept his "preferences". After some time they exchanged photos. She had just got a new scanner and set him several shots from her last vacation. He could hardly believe her beauty! She was very nicely rounded, very ample inviting breasts, lovely wide hips and a smile that immediately tugged at his heart. He told her she was a dream woman. He hoped it wasn't too forward. She told him he was a cutie too, tall and a bit stocky with a sweet smile and startling blue eyes, she said she liked that. Slowly things changed between them. He couldn't be happier, except for the fact that he worried that she may not except his submissive nature and sissification (that he only indulged in at home). Perhaps he could hide it. He laughs when he thinks of what lengths he would have gone to just to be with her. But he didn't have to hide for long. One day she switched to his server and wanted to surprise him by sending a direct instant message instead of using the utility she had downloaded. She had sent him a message with BOO! (scare ya?) in very big letters. Well, scare him it did! At the time he was in a sissy sub chat room. He was sure she'd know it. He tried to close that room but just as he tried he saw her enter that chat room. He was so afraid that she'd balk at the thought, her mind filling with the myths that vanilla folks tend to cling to. But no, she just chatted at him as usual and spoke freely to the others in the room. His stomach was in knots. Would he lose his dream woman, the woman he yearned to take ownership of him. She was chatting at one of the Dommes, she was saying something about her last sub and how he was often willful initially and how she dealt with it. He thought his mind was tricking him. He checked to see if she had a profile, she did. It said it there, she was a Domme. It was short but rather informative. She had been in the lifestyle for 5 years, but had the soul of a Domme her whole life and required a 24/7 slave in real time. He read that line over and over. She sent him another instant message. This time it said that she was happy to see him here. She told him she had a feeling that he may be a submissive. The whole tone of their relationship changed almost immediately. He begged to call her and they talked for hours, still friendly as before but he was much more respectful and humble. He knew she was pleased as she giggled with delight. They planned to meet soon, their schedules and the distance were the only hold backs. He needed desperately to ask her something, but couldn't figure out how. It needed to be said just right. She began the to end the call, she had to get up early in the morning. He panicked and started to blurt out the question, "Could you... would you" She then completed his thought, "collar you?" He nearly screamed, "Yes, please!" To that her reply was quick and music to his whole being. "Look to your soul, my sweet sissy baby doll, you know I already own you." He replied, "Yes my Queen, I am the happiest slave in the world!" They said their good byes and he scurried happily off to bed after choosing his most special nightie in tribute to this wonderful night! Shortly after that night they met and he relocated to be near her and soon after that she allowed him to marry her.
Jon abruptly snapped out of his daydream as he heard his Queen's key turning in the lock. "Argh!" He exclaimed jumping to run to the bedroom. He hadn't finished the packing yet. He couldn't risk her canceling the trip due to his laziness and sweet daydreams!
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"Come in out of the rain, you silly little girl", Rita called from the window. lee knew he must look quite silly as he tried to gather all of the cookout gear from the table next to the grill. he had thought it was a lovely day to have a cookout at the little rented house they took at the beach. But alas, the weather didn't cooperate and a furious downpour struck suddenly as his Mistress sat on a lawn chair starting the book he gave her by her favorite author. he had rushed to help her inside then ran back out to retrieve some of his grand cookout fixings. he ran in now quite certain that he did save everything from the downpour. As he sorted out the things he just brought in his Mistress came to him with a large fluffy towel.
"Here, sweetie, dry yourself a bit," she purred. he loved the low sultry tone of her voice.
"Thank you, Ma'am. You are so kind"
"Well, I think we will have to find some indoor activities to keep us busy." She grinned at him knowingly. he knew what she meant. he would serve her in many ways. Serving every whim happily. Gaining such pleasure from seeing her satisfied, pleased, amused... whatever she wanted. All the while drinking in her fabulous beauty, wisdom and skill. As she walked to the bedroom she told him she was going to change clothes and would return in a moment. She told him to have some wine ready, along with some fruits and cheese... telling him to get the seedless grapes from the freezer. he asked if she needed him to help her change. She smiled and told him no, just do as she asked. he had hoped he could help her. he loved seeing her body in various stages of undress. She was a stunning beauty. Wonderful dark eyes that he could get lost in and a warm, voluptuous body. he loved the fact that she out weighed him by a bit over 100 pounds. Sometimes, as a treat she would lay on him a bit. he loved feeling the pressure of her sweet ample form pressing urgently upon him. But his favorite was when she would kneel above his head and slowly lower her wide succulent ass onto his face. Always the perfect balance, she always knew how much he could take. If he had served her well that day she would let him thrust his tongue into her warmth. Licking as if his life depended on it. Loving the pressure, her scent, her taste, her overpowering sweet mass. He hoped this afternoon would have a bit of that. Although, whatever she wanted to do with him made him happy.She returned, just as he placed the tray on the table. He immediately felt a heat rise in himself as he saw what she chose to wear. It was a tight black bustier, that put her ample bosom on wondrous display. She also wore a black garter belt with black sheer stockings and her favorite black leather boots. She was sans panties, so he could she her glistening patch of hair. It seemed to invite his tongue. He fell to his knees, asking how could he please her. "Get my toys, slave!" she said firmly. He got up and ran to the closet where is had placed the suitcase that carried his Mistresses wonderful toys of pain, passion and pleasure. he quickly returned with the case, placed it on the table and asked for permission to open it. As he opened it she immediately grabbed Her crop, and slapped the table firmly making that loud sweet familiar sound. he cowered a bit. She then commanded him to strip naked. he quickly shed his still damp clothes as She searched in the case for what She needed. "Here slave!" She said as she handed him his leather and studs collar. he quickly knelt, kissing the collar and placing it on his neck. Then kissing the toe of each of her boots. She had retrieved some silk ribbon from the case and quickly tied it onto his penis. Then pulled it between his legs pulling the ribbon up his back and tying it to his collar. "There, that is a better look for my little slut!" "Yes, Mistress", he said feeling intensely each drop of blood that pulsed through his bound cock. She then swiftly grabbed him and placed him over her lap. She then took her favorite paddle and began to swat his bottom. "Let's redden this pretty little sissy ass of yours a bit!" he cried out a bit as the swats came closer together and harder. She asked if he had any doubts about who he belonged to and he screamed out, "No Mistress! i am only for you!" She giggled with delight. The movement his body made with each swat tugged on his cock binding and he grimaced a bit. This went on for a bit. he was sure his butt cheeks were rosy for her now. When she had finished she bent and gave each cheek a quick sweet kiss, he could briefly feel the soothing coolness of her tongue. She pushed him from her lap and he fell to the floor, quickly trying to arrange himself to the position that tugged his binding the least. "What next?", She wondered aloud to herself. Then Her eyes lit up as She realized what she wanted from him next...
TO BE CONTINUED, come back for the next sensuous chapter. If Y/you have a favorite scenario send a brief description to Me and I will try to include some of that in the romp!
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