Bo returned the glass to her lips. She sipped once more before he put the glass back down and returned his hand to her knee. Gemma looked down at it. Though she wore jeans. She could feel the heat from his hand, a dark-skinned hand that implied a state of intimacy between them

“Well, the first thing I need to do is send a text to Malc to tell him that I will be staying the night. Is that okay?”

Gemma nodded again, acknowledging that he would not just be staying the night but spending it with her. Bo took his phone from his pocket and sent his text. A few moments later Malc replied with a thumbs up. He turned the face of the screen to her so that she could see.

“It looks like he is agreeable with me spending the night with you.”

She gave a faint smile and nodded. His hand returned to her knee as if he were saying that he now belonged with her.

“Is there anything specific that you would like to do or try?”

She responded with a shrug of the shoulders. Bo smiled. “There’s no need to be shy with me Gemma. I’m here to do things that will please you!”

She returned a shy smile. “I… I’m new to all this.”

He put his other arm around her. “That’s okay. I understand. Let me start off by saying that whatever we do together, stays private as far as I’m concerned. I’m not going to be saying anything to Malc unless you want me to, of course. But I am sensitive to the fact that a wife will do things with her lover that she wouldn’t want her husband to know about, for whatever reason.”

She nodded. “I would rather that it was left to me to decide what he knows about our sex life.”

Bo smiled. “Good. That’s one thing out of the way. Now, have you heard of the term safe word?”

She looked at him and nodded.

“Good. So, I want you to give me a safe word that you will use when I go too far and want me to stop, and I promise that I will do just that. I want you to have complete trust in me, Gemma.”

“Thanks,” she responded. “But I would rather not use one. I would like to think that you are experienced enough to know just how far to take things. I don’t really know what my boundaries are, but I want to, I need to explore. If you see my meaning?”

Bo gave her a hug. “Yes, I understand what you are saying, Gemma.”

She smiled. She felt more relaxed now. She tugged on the cuffs that bound her and that feeling of helplessness excited her.

“So, what type of stories do you like to read?”

She gave a shrug of her shoulders.

“There must be some that you like more than others. Some that you imagine you taking part in?”

She thought for a few moments. “I enjoy Master/Sub stories best. The sub belongs to her master. Her body is made available for her master’s pleasure at all times. Getting punishment for disobedience or failings  And being shared with her master’s friends.”

“I think we have a meeting of minds there Gemma.”

He gave her another hug and then reached down into the sack. “Next thing to sort out is an instrument of punishment.”

Gemma watched as he pulled some items from the sack and placed them on the table. These were a flogger, a paddle, a small cane, and a riding crop. She knew what they all were and had seen them in use on videos.

“Have you come across these before Gemma?”

“Not physically, but I know what they can do.”

Bo looked at her and patted her on the knee again. “Which one do you want me to use as a regular punishment tool on you?”

She looked at them. Gemma knew that they could all bring pain, depending on their use. She guessed the least of the evils would be the flogger, but her eyes were focused on the riding crop and the cane. Bo, however, was watching her.

“Which one do you use the most?”

Bo smiled at her attempt to deflect from making a decision. “Well, that depends on the circumstances, but the flogger is less damaging to the flesh if administered properly. The cane seems to be the most popular among the ladies to be used on them.”

She looked at them again. “Malc either uses his hand or my hairbrush, but I always wanted to buy him a cane to use on me.”

Bo picked it up and gave it a swish in the air. “These will sting and leave welts, but I imagine that Malc would be reticent in using it properly.”

Gemma nodded. “Yes, I always wanted him to spank me that little bit harder.”

Bo brought the cane round and laid it across her thighs. “Well, I can assure you, Gemma, that there will be no reticence on my part when I use this on your bottom.”

She looked at him. The hardness of his look made her shiver inside, which left her in no doubt that there would be no complaints from her about him being soft with the cane.

“So, we will start off with the cane, Gemma, but I intend to graduate to the riding crop,” he said looking her in the eye. “I think you will be more suited to the crop eventually, and from what I have seen of your bottom I think it is well suited for a riding crop.”

She felt that shiver again, and as she squeezed her legs tighter together, she sensed her wetness. Bo hadn’t even laid a finger on her yet, and already she was aroused to s state of wetness.

“Shall we get back to sack again?” he said, as he delved into it.

Gemma wondered what was to come out next and looked down at his busy hands. The next thing he pulled out was a collar; a thick, black, collar with silver studs. She knew what it was for, she had seen them on girls on BDSM websites, but she had never considered herself a wearer.

Bo turned to her. “Do you know what this is Gemma?”

She nodded. “Yes, I have seen them online.”

“You know the significance of them then?”

Again, she nodded.

“I think it would suit you. Gemma. I see you as being quite comfortable wearing it. It would suit your demeanour and it would make me very proud to be seen walking out with you wearing my collar. What do you think?”

“I’m willing to try it.”

Bo took the cane from her knee and told her to stand up. Gemma rose to her feet. He moved behind her and placed it around her slim neck. Flicking her hair out of the way, he adjusted it and then fastened it. Standing back in front of her, he looked at her and smiled. “I think it suits you.”

She couldn’t see it, but she could feel it. It felt heavy and a little tight, but it was its significance that weighed heaviest. It was a symbol of her submission to Bo’s dominance. It also signified ownership. His ownership of her. He rested his hands on her shoulders for a few moments, letting it all sink in for her, and then he dropped his hands to her waist.

Gemma was wearing a top. It was tucked inside her tight-fitting light blue jeans. “You don’t mind if I take a look at my property, do you Gemma?” he said as his fingers tugged at her belt.

She looked down as he began to unfasten it. He was going to strip her now; take advantage of her helpless state, and there was nothing she could do about it. He loosened her belt and then tugged her top free. He lifted it up over her bra and then cupped her breasts in his hands. “You don’t mind if I look at your breasts, do you?”

His hands were already lifting her bra over them as she nodded. He held them, ran his thumbs over her nipples, and then looked up at her. “You have nice breasts, Gemma. I am looking forward to the pleasure of touching them and looking at them whenever I want to.”

She saw the expression on his face from his freedom to touch and feel at will – it had been a long time since Malc had looked at them that way. His touch was soft and welcoming too, and her nipples were erect. He gave them one more gentle squeeze and then lowered his head to kiss them. His mouth found each nipple in turn before he stood back and lowered his hands to the waist of her jeans

She sighed as the metal stud popped open, and then moaned softly as he began to tug at her zipper. “You don’t mind, do you?”

It was a rhetorical question. Even if she did mind there was nothing, she could do to stop him. He was going to take down her jeans, and her wet panties, and he was going to see her sex. In the past, she had always been shy about a boyfriend seeing her sex for the first time. It was nearly always done in darkness and sometimes when she had got into bed first and taken her knickers off. Not this time. It would be done in the cold light of day, and she was going to enjoy every moment of it.

Bo sank to his knees, pulled the zip right down, and then opened her jeans right out. He could see her dark, red panties. His first tug brought them down just over her panties. He could see the wet patch and could smell her arousal. His erection was complete.

He took them all the way down to her ankles and then gently took each leg in turn out of them. Pushing them to one side he ran his hand slowly up between her legs. Her legs parted as his hand reached her thighs. Her flesh was soft, and he felt her tremble.

Gemma was looking down too, watching his hand move slowly toward her sex. She felt faint, felt her knees wobble, and felt a sense of arousal that she had never experienced before. When his fingers slid over her sex to the waistband of her panties took in a huge intake of breath. It was her moment of surrender.

Bo looked up at her and smiled. It was a conqueror's smile at having captured its prey. As she felt her panties slide over her bottom, she knew that there was no going back now. The point of no return had passed. She had given up ownership of her body to another man.

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