Kat was anxious. She knew she was taking a risk, but then again, she had nothing to lose except perhaps a little pride. It had been two months since she had visited Michael at the Ritz-Carlton. The needy girl thought about him constantly and obsessively every day. Their two interludes eclipsed all the other sexual encounters in her life. She wanted to see him again, but like the first meeting on the plane, the pair had separated at the hotel without Michael asking for or giving any method of reconnecting. She had to assume that he wanted it that way, that the two trysts were quick affairs that were insignificant to him.
But Kat desperately wanted more. Her sex life had the appeal of dead fish; the vanilla lovers of her "regular life" left her feeling empty and unfulfilled. The only orgasms she had had recently were from her fingers frantically digging into her clit with Michael in her head. She needed to feel his power and authority over her. She needed to submit to him again.
She had one small hope, a remote possibility still open to her. When Michael went into the bathroom at the hotel room, Kat had taken one of his business cards out of the platinum case he left on the nightstand by the bed. His cell number was at the bottom, under his office phone. Kat had often wanted to call but resisted the temptation out of fear. But over time, her need grew stronger. After downing three glasses of wine on a lonely Saturday afternoon, Katerina punched the numbers into her cell phone and pressed the send button.
"Hello."
Kat struggled to speak, but she froze when she heard his voice, leaving the sound of silence on his speaker.
"Hello?"
With the window of opportunity shrinking fast, the desperate woman let out a subconscious utterance that echoed her first words to Michael on the plane a year and a half earlier.
"Daddy?"
There was another pause as Kat recoiled.
"Kat."
"Oh, god. Yes, Sir, it's me."
"How did you get my cell number?"
"Sir, I ... I ..."
"You took a business card from my case when I was out of the room, didn't you?"
"Yes. Yes, Sir. I did, yes Sir, I did that."
"You're a naughty little girl, Kat."
"Yes. Yes, Sir, I am." Kat was trembling, so her words came out in stutters. She felt like a fool begging for something she had no right to have.
"Tell me that you've been a bad girl. Confess to me."
"Sir, I took the card without your permission. I should not have done that. I was wrong. I did wrong. I am sorry. I was a bad girl."
"You are correct. We need to address this. You need discipline. Tomorrow night. 1460 Kensington Avenue. 8 pm. Wear red with black heels."
The call went dead. Kat sat there stunned for a minute, shedding a few tears of relief before searching her closet for the best red outfit to wear.
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As the taxi passed through the front gate on Kensington Avenue, Kat was awed by the grandeur of the surroundings. Acres of well-tended gardens bordered the roadway to the mansion on a hill. She trembled as the cabbie left her at the front door, feeling terribly alone. After ringing the doorbell, a maid in uniform opened the tall wooden door within a minute.
"May I help you?"
"Uhm ... yes, I'm here to see Michael."
"Are you Kat?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Come in, please. Mr. Van Buren directed me to give you this." The middle-aged woman handed Kat a sealed envelope with her name handwritten on the front. The servant then walked away. Kat opened the card with bated breath.
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Kat,
Go up the stairs in front of you and take a left. Go to the sixth door down the hall on the right and enter. Place your belongings on the black chair in the corner. Strip naked, but leave the heels on. You will find a black leather collar with a large silver ring on the chair. Put it around your neck. You are to lie face up on the piece of furniture that looks like an X. Spread your arms and legs to conform to the shape. I left a black blindfold on the X. Wrap it securely around your head, ensuring no light intrudes. You will wait for me to come to you. Do not speak until I give you permission.
Michael
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The nervous guest went up the red carpet in the center of the curved white marble staircase. Old paintings of the Van Buren family going back several centuries hung on the wall. Wealth was in evidence everywhere she looked. The working-class girl felt intimidated in these surroundings but would not shy away from her objective. After reaching the second-floor landing, she walked down to the sixth door and entered.
With the lights dimmed, most of the illumination came from a fire burning in the granite fireplace on the far wall. Large mirrors dominated the four walls, accentuating every movement taking place within. The sparsely decorated room had a brass bed, a mahogany chair, and the cited odd-shaped X table. The eerie feel of the room ratcheted up Kat's level of apprehension, but nothing could deter her from satisfying her desires, which were raging higher than the flames of the fire in the hearth.
She removed her red dress and folded it neatly on the chair, placing everything else on top before wrapping the leather collar around her neck. The girl delighted at the tinkling sound of the silver ring as it knocked against its metal base. After fastening the collar, Kat felt her submissiveness in full bloom as a serene feeling of protective acceptance came over her. The D/s rookie was giddy as she examined the table he had ordered her to lie on. She positioned herself with her legs and arms spread on the leather-encased X. After wrapping the black silk blindfold tightly around her head, she waited.
It was a quarter-hour before Michael entered the room, but it seemed much longer to the blindfolded submissive submerged in anticipation. He was silent as he quickly went to work, tying Kat's hands and legs to the X with cotton rope. Within two minutes, his little girl was bound to the table, powerless to resist anything to come. Yet, because she trusted her Dominant implicitly, a calmness engulfed her, as all responsibility for the session had been lifted from her shoulders.
"I want to tell you, Kat, that I applaud your courage and persistence. I am a much older man with a high status in society. It takes guts for a young, inexperienced sub to seek me out, but you are willing to take chances to get what you want. I like that. Therefore, I have decided to put aside the disciplinary action I initially had in mind for you, and instead reward you for your admirable determination."
Kat wanted to speak, but he had not yet given her permission.
"Now, to prepare for tonight's session, we shall do a mental exercise designed to mellow you out. I want you to empty your mind of all thoughts as much as possible. Focus your attention on my voice and follow what I tell you to do. I want to give you pleasure. That is the goal. The more relaxed you are, the more intense the pleasure you will feel. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"In your mind, I want you to picture yourself at the top of a staircase with ten steps. You are going to descend the stairs at my command. As you go down each step, you will become more relaxed. There is light at the top of the stairs but at the bottom is a dark chamber where you will be in a state of utter relaxation and totally tuned in to my voice. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Very good. Let us proceed. In your mind's eye, take the first step down. As you do, breathe deeply and feel yourself at ease. Perfect. Now take another step as you listen to me. Allow my voice to soothe you. Your trust in me makes you want to descend further. On step eight, your body is letting go of all tension and stress. Your real life is fading out. You feel a lightness of being. Seven takes you deeper and deeper into relaxation as all your worldly concerns melt away. You want to continue downward, knowing there is a reward waiting for you. It is yours to receive."
