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The Interview

This glossy, monthly magazine's ratings must be falling,I thought to myself. The editor had asked me to be interviewed for an articlethey were considering, entitled, 'Doms and subs, the Whys and Wherefores!" Ihad nothing planned for that day and it could turn out to be an amusing interlude,to say nothing of the exorbitant fee they were offering to pay for my services,so I agreed to the meeting.

Anonymity being required on both sides, I was to meet alady whom I was to address as Spicey. In return, tongue in cheek, I told themthat she would address me as Master! I could not help laughing at how seriouslythese people took themselves. They are primarily a magazine for the bored andpampered housewives of Canada. What's in, what's out, what to be seen in andwhat not, a sort of rulebook for the female wannabe.

I carefully dressed in my favourite colour, which is Black.Black slacks, open necked shirt, everything, even down to my socks. Freshlyshowered and shaved, I headed out for our meeting and intentionally, I arriveda few minute late so I could get a good look at 'Spicey.' I recognised her,almost immediately. She was sitting in a secluded area of the restaurant, nervouslyplaying with a drink. She was dressed in a smart business type suit, whichtry as it might, could not contain her ample charms. Her legs encased in darkhosiery, were crossed at the knee and swinging, again showing signs of hertension. I approached the table and introduced myself,

"Hello, you must be Spicey" I said in my deep baritone voice.She almost jumped out of her chair,

"Ummmmm Yes. You must be, Master?" She asked, blushing,at having to use this term, alien, as it is, to her lifestyle, "I am 'Spicey'and have been sent to interview you" This only heightened the embarrassment,at having to call herself Spicey.

"Then Spicey, you can order me a beer and we can begin" Isaid, with a grin on my face. I wanted to judge her reaction to me tellingher what to do and not to be disappointed, she said,

"Look Master, or whatever you call yourself, if you wanta drink? Then get your own bloody drink! I am here, purely to obtain an interview,not to dance to your every command!" This was almost spat out, probably todisguise her embarrassment and to show that she was in charge of this interviewand not me. I laughed at her over reaction and said,

"Ah! A feisty lady! I like that in a woman. It can be moreof a challenge, so to speak." I ordered a drink from a passing waiter, lookedinto her angry blue eyes and quietly said,

"Can we begin now Spicey, my lady?"

"Yes" I responded nervously. He seemed to havemade me a little uncomfortable and I tried not to let that show. I hada list of questions which I pulled out from my briefcase and glancing atit quickly, I made a quick decision to just start asking him them, thereand then and see where it led us,

"So how long have you felt that you have had tobe the more dominant in a relationship? Does it give you a sense of powerto call all the shots? Are you a full time Dom, like out in public, oris it more a closed door Dom? Are you Master of more than one slave andif you are, do they know about one another? What kind of things do youcommand of your slave? And what form of punishment do you give them, ifyou are not obeyed?"

I threw out all these questions at him, my eyeswatching his face for any signs that he didn't like my line of questioning.He had a funny kind of smirk on his face and I was left trying to figureout what those smouldering eyes were telling me. It was leaving a tinglingfeeling in my belly, a sense of excitement that I couldn't quite explain.,so I sat back in my chair, took a small sip of my water and waited forhim to respond.

I sensed her unease at having to ask me these questionsand I could see the nervousness at being in my presence was causing her someconcern. She was trying so hard to remain professional, but I knew, that evenjust asking me these questions, was getting her interested in my lifestyle.

"Well Spicey, So many questions? And there are so many differentanswers." I replied, not making it any easier for her. "Where do I begin? Inanswer to your first question, I have always felt that I would like to be dominantin a relationship. To have the lady of my choice accept me for what I am. Toenjoy me taking charge when we make Love, to let me do anything I want withher, but, be happy doing it. Knowing, that what she does, is giving me pleasureand ultimately, giving her pleasure also. Does that make any sense to you,a career woman, who is used to equality in her work?" I watched as her eyesnarrowed and she was about to answer me.

"Wait Spicey! I will continue with my answers to your questions.A sense of power, you ask? In a way, yes it is. In the house, behind closeddoors, then, yes again, but not in public. If I require my sub to be nakedat all times, then, she will be. If I require that she pleasures me, when Idemand it, then, she will do. In saying that however, we also will have a room,the kitchen perhaps? Where, we are equals and can discuss things. She willhave every right to complain about my treatment of her and we will discusseveryday things, like any normal couple would. In my personal role as her Dom,it is on an equal footing, except when we adopt the lifestyle. I do not wanta slave, a doormat or a tramp and I am also there to protect her natural desireto be submissive. She has to trust that I will do that, know that I will lookafter her. She will, of course, show her gratitude to me, by obeying me inthe sexual side of things.

That is bringing us onto your next question, that of punishment.Sometimes a sub will deliberately do something to upset her Dom, just to experiencehis displeasure, because she craves pain, or to show Him that she trusts Himnot to hurt her, too much. I do not like punishing my sub; I will do this bywithholding her pleasure, I will tease her mercilessly and not allow her toclimax and that is as much a punishment to her, as a flogging might be to another.Occasionally, I will administer pegs to her breasts, but, she knows that Iwill not leave them on for long. When I finally remove them and suck on hertender flesh, she almost cumms immediately"

I laughed evilly at the reaction to my answers. I couldtell that, to her own discomfort, she was becoming aroused by my answers, wonderingif she could be a sub. Wondering, what could make her trust someone, so much,that she would willingly do his bidding? I looked deeply into her eyes andawaited her next move in this game we were playing.

I found myself getting, both excited and uneasyin this interview. Not sure whether to just jump in or to continue probingfor answers to questions that I didn't know how to ask. He looked likea normal average guy, but he was turning me on and I sensed an inner excitement.I could feel my nipples getting hard against my bra and could feel a moistnessforming between my legs. Wondering if this was how all women felt in hispresence, wondering if I were someone that he would want to dominate. Iwasn't sure what to ask next or how to continue, so I asked for a freshglass of water to try to calm myself down, to collect my thoughts and tostop my rampant mind. He left the room to get it and I stood up and rearrangedmy clothes. On hearing him coming back, I sat down quickly which causedmy skirt to ride up and expose the upper portion of my thighs. Damn I thought,what will he think, that I am trying to come on to him? He handed me theglass and had a twinkle in his roving eyes.

Returning to our table with her glass of water, I spottedthat she had hastily adjusted her clothes and sat down again. I smiled inwardlyand wondered if she was deliberately showing me more of her thighs, or if itwas a pure accident. I also took in quickly that she was wearing stockings,as I could now see the tops, but mostly, however, the tablecloth hid her fromthe view of the other customers. I could see her blush as my eyes absorbedall of this while passing her the glass and I swear she almost dropped it inher confusion.

"Well Spicey, does that explain a little about me and theDom/sub relationship? Or should I proceed further?" I asked, still with a gleamin my eye.

"Master, if you would care to continue, I am finding thismost fascinating" She replied, obviously still uneasy at having to call meMaster and trying to hide her embarrassment at, dare I believe it, becominga little aroused? She kept her eyes averted and fiddled with her notebook.

"Spicey!" I almost barked and she instantly looked up intomy eyes,

"When we chat, please pay attention and look at me at alltimes." I said more quietly, but I could see a look of fright pass brieflyover her face, as she realised that she had almost answered me with a, 'YesSir!'

"That is better Spicey; I like to know that I have yourattention" I continued chatting and telling her about my theory that certainwomen, in positions of responsibility, liked to give up their every day dominanceand become submissive to the right man and I could see her blush deepen further.Had I found an Achilles Heel in this Spicey lady? Was she beginning to paymore than a passing interest in this interview? I thought that I would testher out and leaning forward, I placed a hand on her very hot knee and whispered,

"Spicey, I want you to do something for me. Go to the ladiesrestroom and remove your panties, come back here and give them to me. Feelwhat is like to be a submissive; it will maybe help with your article? Willyou do that for me?"

Would I do this? Could I do this? I slowly gotup, almost in a daze and headed for the ladies room. When I got there,I looked into the mirror, my face was flushed and my eyes had a glaze overthem. Walking into an empty cubicle, I proceeded to take off my black satinpanties. I noticed they were damp and I wondered how I could dry them beforeI gave them to him. There was moistness between my legs and my clit wastingling. I touched myself and my mind drifted back to him sitting at thetable, wondering what was going through his mind and I finally decidedthat I should head back and see where we went from here.

There was a musky odour from my arousal that Icould smell and silently I prayed that he wouldn't notice. I placed mypanties in my purse and headed back to the table and as I approached, Iwatched his eyes staring at me, wondering if I had done what he bade meto do. I sat in my chair, my eyes cast down, opened my purse, handed himmy panties and said,

"Master, these are what you asked for." I satback and as his hand reached across and took them, he lifted them to hisnose and sniffed deeply. A smile crossed his face and he welcomed me back.

"Welcome back Spicey, from the smell of your panties andfrom the flushed expression you are wearing, I am guessing that this interviewhas got your attention at last?" My eyes never left hers as I said this; Ieven smelt a faint odour emanating from her, which had to be arousal, I putthe panties into my pocket and continued,

"I have some literature and videos on the subject of Dom/subrelationships in my apartment Spicey, if you would care to pursue this further?" Isaid, still looking into her eyes intensely. This stunned her for a moment,I could tell! Would she be doing anything other than following up on an article,she asked herself? Or, would she be accompanying a man, who she barely knew,to explore more than a mere article? Her face was telling me a lot, the hesitanceand therefore not a refusal, the glazed eyes, maybe of arousal; but the dampcrotch of her panties, told me even more.

I agreed to go with him to his apartment, feelingthat I wanted to know more but also aware of how turned on he had mademe. Watching him as I agreed to his offer, I saw his eyes smile at me andI wondered, to myself, what he had in store for me next. Was he invitingme just to show me his things or did he have an ulterior motive. Somehow,it didn't seem to matter anymore, I wanted to go with him and to learnmore.

By giving him my panties, I felt that I had givenover a small bit of control already and it seemed okay and as I staredat his crotch, I realized that he wasn't totally unaffected either. Westood up to leave and I felt his hand on my bottom. Could he feel me, feelmy muscles tensing? We walked out and got into his car and his hand onmy buttocks was strangely comforting.

The leather seats were cool on my warm skin andas I sat staring out the window, not sure where to look, I felt his handon my knee. It was slowly sliding up under my dress and I felt my legsbegin to spread open, allowing this intrusion of my privacy. My body startedto shake, he spoke no words when he touched me, he felt my clit, then downto my pussy lips, feeling the moistness there and then he withdrew hishand and a small moan of protest came from deep in my throat. Vaguely Iheard him speaking.

"Spicey, I see you still like to adorn your pussy with pubichair. You do know that most subs shave for their Doms or, their Doms shavethem?" I asked her, whilst sniffing my finger and causing her to shiver asshe watched me.

"Ummmmm smells delicious, I wonder if you taste as goodas you smell Spicey? Touch yourself, wet your fingers and let me taste yoursweet juices" Her blush deepened, even redder than before and I could see thatshe was fighting between keeping this interview on a professional level andgiving in to her primal urge to be submissive. Looking out of the corner ofmy eye, I saw her hand slowly slide under her skirt and her knees part again.She caught her breath as her finger delved between the soft folds of her heatedsex and she barely stifled a moan of pleasure.

"I am waiting Spicey, let me taste you." Still blushingfuriously, that she would do such a thing with a stranger that she had notlong met, she put the glistening tip of her finger to my lips and I suckedit into my mouth, savouring her nectar I didn't give her time to consider thesituation she was getting into and said,

"Raise your skirt, feel the cool leather against your skin,keep your legs parted and feel the air conditioning blowing across your pussyand Spicey, on no accounts will you cum, unless I give my permission!" I laughedwhen I said this and saw the look of confusion cross her face. She had no intentionof cumming for me, she was here to conduct an interview, or was she? All thesequestions and thoughts, I could see etched across her pretty face, even asshe was slowly hitching up her skirt, to feel the whispering coolness of theblower against her hot flesh.

I felt the coolness ofthe seat against the heat of my bottom, my heart was beating faster, mybreath coming in short gasps and my mind reeled with the feelings thathe had invoked. I was scared, mainly because I was enjoying this; Iwanted to please him and didn't understand why.   My hand remainedbetween my thighs, slowly stroking and I could feel my juices.  Iinserted one finger while my eyes watched to see what kind of reactionI would get; after all, he had just told me I was not allowed to cumm.Not that I was going to let that stop me, I wanted to see how far he wouldgo and what he would do. 

Slowly I took my hand awayand gently sucked my honey from my own finger and then I put my hand back,I had to, I wanted that feeling to continue. Stroking myself withmy left hand, I let my right hand wander down to my breasts and start rubbingthem through my blouse, I felt my nipples harden, God I was hornyand I wanted him. He kept his eyes on the road and he did not seemaffected at all.   I began to wonder what he was thinking, howhe was feeling and I could feel the pressure building inside me. I turnedto him and asked,

"Master, how longis it before we stop?"

"Before we stop Spicey? Wehaven't started yet!" I smiled as I saw the frustration on her face,

"As you have decided to playwith your nipples, without my telling you, or, you even asking for my permission,you will unbutton your blouse and undo your bra, release your breasts andtease your nipples. Roll them between thumbs and fingers and get them hardleave your legs spread and keep your skirt raised Spicey!"

Again she looked horrifiedat the thought of obeying the orders of a relative stranger. But, I couldalso see that she was enjoying this submission, even though she still triedto convince herself that it was research for a magazine article. Slowly herhands lifted, she began to loosen the buttons on her blouse and her softfrilly bra came into view. The vivid red flush was gradually spreading fromher face, over her ivory smooth neck and across the soft swelling of herbreasts. When her blouse was fully undone, she managed to undo the claspand lower her bra, enough to expose them to my view. What lovely soft moundsthey were too, large and firm, tipped by bullet hard nipples. Obviously,our earlier play had got them to this state of arousal.

"I am waiting Spicey!" I saidin a menacing voice. I watched as she slowly did as I had asked. Her eyesclosed with the sensuous feelings she was getting and I let my hand slideup her left thigh, my fingers gently stroking the soft inner flesh. I couldfeel the heat from her pussy and let my middle finger run along her spreadlips. As I touched her already erect clit, I could hear her gasp and knewthat she was about to climax.

"Ok Spicey," I said, withdrawingmy hand and putting it back on the wheel, "Cover yourself up; we are almostat my apartment."

If looks could kill, I wouldhave been a dead man at that very moment! She glared at me, her frustrationat being on the very edge of a climax very obvious, as she adjusted her clothingand made herself, once again, into the professional reporter. I am not sureif she had realised it yet, but gradually, she was coming under my control.I wondered, how far would she allow herself to be dominated by a man? MaybeI will find out when we are in the confines of my apartment.

As we pulled into the parkinglot I tried to get myself back under control. This was a very hard thingto do, as I was extremely excited and suddenly I realized that I wantedto finish this interview very quickly. I was scared at how he had mademe feel, but I was never one to let a challenge get the better of me, orso I thought.

We got out of the car andwalked sedately up to his flat, he opened the door and we went inside.He took me through to the kitchen and asked if I would like a glass ofwine. I said yes, he poured us each a glass and then we went to the livingroom and sat down. I took my pad and pen and tried to look serious, myheart was still pounding and my body still excited. I looked at him andtried to form the next question in my mind, but when I spoke, it was toask,

"How else can I pleaseyou" I was appalled at what I had said and when he looked at me, he hada faint smile on his face and said,

"How can you please me,you said? Well, let me ask you something. Did you enjoy the car ride overhere Spicey?" I replied that, yes I had and then he asked me if I wouldcome and stand in front of him, which I did. He told me to lift my skirt,he wanted to see how much I had enjoyed myself and I felt my hands startto sweat. I did as I was told and exposed myself to him. I held my breathand waited anxiously for his next move.

With her standing in frontof me with her skirt raised to the waist, still with no panties on and soobviously willing to please me, I felt myself becoming erect. I was amazedat how quickly she had slipped into this submissive role and at how muchshe appeared to be enjoying it.

Never taking my eyes fromhers, I reached forward and placed my hands on either side of her naked thighsand slowly let them slide upwards, watching for her reaction. As I got tothe top I let them encircle her tight buttocks, I squeezed gently and pulledher closer to me,

"Part your legs Spicey; Iwant your pussy open and vulnerable to my every whim." With some slight hesitation,she gradually moved her feet apart and I could gaze upon those floweringopen petals. As I suspected, there was a drop of juice, glistening on herfolds, so I pulled her a bit closer and let my tongue run over her moistslit,

"Ummmm Spicey, you taste divine,I very much look forward to tasting your sweet cum, when I finally allowyou to climax." As I was doing this and saying this, her face took on a deepcrimson colour and I could feel a slight tremble go through her entire body,

"Remove the rest of your clothesif you please? I want to inspect all of you without hindrance" Slowly, shebegan to remove her blouse and bra again, which she had not long ago, justreplaced. I kept my hands firmly on her tensed buttocks, kneading them, strokingthem and watching her face as she allowed the skirt to join the rest of herdiscarded clothes.

"Keep your shoes and stockingson Spicey and in future, you will wear them at all times when we meet. Iwill want to see your pussy, which will be shaved bare of all pubic hair,framed by them, is that understood?" She nodded her agreement and I got upand walked around her, which she found to be a little disconcerting. My handscupped her breasts from behind, my fingers and thumbs took her hard nipplesbetween them and slowly, I increased the pressure on them until she was wincingfrom the unaccustomed pain. I quickly released them and moved down to herbushy mons and let my fingers graze over her clit,

"Bend forward Spicey, holdyour ankles and keep your legs spread wide!" Again, she obeyed; and whenshe bent forward, her ass and slit became uncovered and I thrust my handbetween her legs, roughly inserting two fingers into her lava hot pussy andI placed my thumb onto her anal ring. I gradually increased the pressureon my thumb, rubbing it round in circles against her tight sphincter andwaited to see her reaction.

She gasped and said,

"Master, please don't do that, nobody has ever entered melike that before!" But as she said that, I felt her pussy muscles grippingmy fingers even tighter and her juices flowed quite freely. I let my thumbgather some of that hot honey and replaced it onto her virgin hole and replied,

"Spicey, your body is mine and I will do with it whateverI like, when I like and wherever I choose. Is that understood my little sub?" AsI was replying to her I pressed harder, her sphincter opened reluctantly andmy thumb entered her most private of places. Her reaction to this statementsurprised me, because instead of telling me that there was no way she wouldbe my sub and that she wouldn't take any more of this from me, her body wentinto spasm and I felt her orgasmic release flood my fingers and hand and shecried out,

"Oh My God! Take me Master, use me, I want to feel yourhard cock inside me!" She collapsed onto the floor, onto her hands and kneesand I saw her sex, open and glistening before me. I joined her on the floorand licked my way along her thighs, tasting her nectar until I reached thatopen flower and gave it a deep kiss. As my tongue delved deeper and my chinpressed against her sensitive clit, I felt her fingers toying with it and Iimmediately stopped my oral examination of her fragrant pussy and sternly said,

"Spicey! Did I give you permission to play with yourself?You must learn that your body and your subsequent pleasure, is now mine andI will decide when you can or cannot have pleasure. Is that understood? Stayin that position, I will return soon." I stood up and left the room to gathera few toys, not forgetting my digital camera of course, I wanted some evidenceof her total submission and I laughed to myself, as I thought of her includingthe pictures in her article.

Wow, this is blowing my mind. What have I letmyself in for? I was so horny, that even though he had left the room andhad ordered me to stay as I was, I couldn't help myself. My hands seemedto have a mind of their own, I needed release and soon. He would neverknow, I thought to myself, so I continued to stroke my swollen clit andfelt the imminent release. My body started to spasm and shake, my breathingbecame laboured, but oh, it felt so good and my nectar flowed over my fingers.I knew that I was defying him; perhaps this was how I could keep my sanity,still unsure whether or not, if it was what I wanted?

I heard his footsteps returning and I quicklyput myself back into the position he had left me in. My mind was in turmoil,wondering if he would be able to tell and what he would do if he knew howwantonly I had brought myself to orgasm. I waited, as calmly as I could,for him to come back into the room. I looked over my shoulder to see hisreaction and also to see what he had brought back with him. His face wasexpressionless and he said,

"Spicey what have you been doing?" My mind wentblank and I started to shake, both in fear and in anticipation.

As soon as I returned, I knew that she had been masturbating.The room smelt of her sex, an erotic, musky smell and one which I knew I wouldbecome very familiar with, in the days and weeks to come. She was in the sameposition as she was when I left, but I could see the juices coating the insidesof her thighs were fresh from her recent climax.

Her eyes were like that of a deer, trapped in the headlightsof an oncoming car and when I finally said,

"Spicey what have you been doing?" She visibly trembled.It was not just in fear though, I could see in her eyes, an awakening of lustand a lust that she hadn't known she was capable of before today. I had awakenedher subconscious and she couldn't help herself, she wanted to explore morefully the feelings that were developing deep within her soul. I smiled at her,which instantly brought a look of confusion across her upturned face and Isaid,

"Were you my real sub and not just a reporter on an assignment,you would have earned yourself, a taste of my flogger Spicey! When I tell mysub to remain where she is, until I return, she does it. When I tell her sheis not to cumm, until I give her permission, she doesn't! She obeys and ifshe fails, she knows what to expect. This is the flogger, by the way"

I showed her my favourite means of punishment. It was madefrom very soft black leather, the numerous strands, hand stitched into a tooledhandle and one that I was especially proud of. The handle could also be usedas a dildo, the hardness and shape was perfect to bring a sub, near to climaxafter receiving her punishment. I would not allow her to climax, of course,that, she could only do with her pussy milking my cock.

Spicey looked longingly at the flogger, her face showingthe conflict of emotions flowing through her body. In one way, she was denyingherself the fact that she wanted to submit to me and on the other; her bodycraved the feel of the flogger and the subsequent release that she knew I wouldgive her. She was still hanging on to her illusion that this was an evil, butnecessary part of her forthcoming article and she said,

"Master, I wish to experience what your 'real' sub wouldexperience. Give me the punishment that you would give her; it is the onlyway that I could possibly understand the relationship between a sub and herDom"

"Very well Spicey, but first, you will kiss the lash, beforeit kisses your tender flesh" I held the flogger in front of her and she dulykissed the handle and the leather strands. I told her she would receive fivestripes and to count each one aloud.

Gently I let the tails run across her flawless back, ontoher buttocks and down to her thighs; and I could see her body quivering inanticipation.

"Thwack!" Her body tensed as the flogger left its mark onher soft globes and she cried out,

"One, Master" I caressed her reddening cheeks and felt thedampness between her thighs. By the time she called out, "Five, Master" herjuices were running freely and she was quietly sobbing. I gave her the floggerto kiss again and this time I told her to suck the handle and get it wet withher saliva. Once she had achieved this, I slowly inserted it between her soakinglabia and into her clasping pussy. Before long her hips were responding, hersobs were replaced by moans and she cried out,

"Fuck me Master, use me and please, let me cummmm!"

Wow, was that really me begging? The feelingsthat he had unleashed were like none I had ever experienced. My whole bodywas wanting release, I was so tight, so tense. I wanted to feel his cockinside of me, filling me and bringing me over the edge. I took a momentto look at him and I saw in his eyes, pleasure at what he had made me become.This was what he wanted, me begging him for my release. But I also notedthat his cock was in full erection, pre cum oozing from its tip. I lickedmy lips in the hope that he would allow me to cum first and then, let memake him cum. But then, suddenly he withdrew the handle from my pussy andstopped. My god, I thought I would die. He turned away and walked to theother side of the room, picked something up and then came towards me again.I was still down on the floor on all fours looking up at him, my eyes glazedwith unfulfilled passion.

In his hand he carried a collar and as he approachedme I backed up, not sure that I still trusted him. He took the collar andwrapped it around my neck, doing it up and making sure it was not too tight.He then attached a leash to it and holding it in his hand he moved backacross the room and sat in a chair. Not saying a word to me, he pulledon the leash and I moved toward him. My teeth were biting into my bottomlip, my heart beating fiercely, knowing what I wanted to do to him butnot sure if that was what he expected of me. The closer I got, the moreintense his expression and I was now right in front of him.

No words were spoken and I slowly starting runningmy hands over his legs, feeling the downy softness of the hair on them.I moved my hands up his inner thighs to his massive erect cock and my lipsfollowed my hands. My eyes were on his face, watching for a reaction tosee if this was what he wanted from me. When my lips approached his cock,my hands holding it and I was about to slide it into my mouth, I felt ahard tug on the leash and it brought my head up and away from him and beforeI had a chance to taste him, he spoke in a very quiet voice and said

"Spicey when did I give you permission to touchme, or to taste me? I can see that perhaps you might need another lesson,in waiting for permission"

I felt my insides tighten up, oh no, what hadI done? I really thought that this was what he wanted, but maybe I wasonly being selfish, because I knew that it was what I wanted to happen.I still thought that I had control over this situation, but maybe I reallydidn't. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I looked at him andwaited, for what was next to come.

When I saw the tears forming in her eyes, I knew that shehad crossed the boundary. She was no longer a reporter, just doing her assignment;she had allowed her submissive subconscious to come to the forefront and tobehave in a manner that was totally alien to her usual lifestyle. She was notused to being in this situation, giving up control to someone she hardly knewand not being allowed to have her own way. It was the fear of the unknown thatwas bringing on these tears. Oh yes, she was correct in her assumption thatI wanted her mouth around my cock, but, she had to discover how to gain mypermission and not just use me for her self gratification.

"It would appear Spicey that you think you still own yourown body? If my 'real' sub thought like you and pleasured herself every timeshe felt like it, she would live a very painful existence and she would soon,cease to be my sub. I will make allowances in your instance, because, afterall said and done, this is only research, isn't it?" I said, still using myquiet, but menacing tone.

I watched as a multitude of conflicting emotions crossedher face. She was struggling to come to terms with her innermost feelings,feelings that had lain dormant for years, until our fateful meeting and thosethat she was scared to admit to herself.

I sat in my chair, making no sound and waited. She was notlong in giving in to her true nature and her soft voice trembled as she said,

"I want to be your 'real' sub, if you will allow me Master?I want you to teach me, lead me on the path of submission and allow me to serveyour every need above mine"

I took her face in my hands, stared into her eyes and Isaw that she had not come to this decision lightly. She was a very intelligentyoung lady, well respected in the field of journalism and known to be verymuch in control over her own destiny. I was honored to be selected as her firstMaster, but of course, I could not allow her to know that and I said,

"Spicey, I wanted to hear you say those words, not underduress, but of your own free will and from this day on, you are mine and onlymine. I will not share you, as some other Masters do with their subs, I willnot abuse your trust in me or punish you without due cause and now you canhave what you desired a few short minutes ago" I pulled her face towards myblood engorged penis and she lovingly engulfed me completely. She needed noinstruction on this and soon she was swallowing my hot sperm as if she didit every day of her life, which she would do, from now and forever onwards.