Etan didn’t get much sleep that night. The events of the day had sent his mind reeling and he tried to make sense of it all. Had she just been a homeless woman sitting on that park bench, it would have been a lot easier. But an angel come down from heaven?
Still, she knew things about him no one else could possibly know. Things in his past that he had long since forgotten, things he never told anyone. And what was this about knowing he was into BDSM? NOBODY knew that part of him! He made sure that he only surfed those sites when he was home alone and he never spoke a word about it to anyone ever! Yet she’d come out and asked him if she could be his submissive!
His submissive… the idea did have a definite appeal to him. Alexia was a very attractive woman, no question about that. And the idea of her kneeling at his feet, eager to please him in any way he wanted, made his cock stir even now. And hadn’t she told him she was completely human and not to think of her as an angel? It was all very confusing and he had conflicting emotions about it that he struggled to resolve.
Morning came sooner than he would have liked it to and found him still sitting in his recliner where he had been all night. Alexia came into the living room rubbing her eyes. She still wore his oversized t-shirt that she had used at a sleep shirt and her panties. And with her hair a jumbled, tangled mess, she looked too cute and he had to smile.
“Morning, Alexia.”
“Etan, you weren’t in bed this morning. How long have you been up?”
“Actually, I haven’t really been to bed. I got up shortly after I heard you fall asleep last night. I’ve been thinking about yesterday.”
“Yesterday?”
“Yeah, about all that happened. About you telling me you are an angel come down from heaven, how you came down here to be with me, that you want to live here with me. and last but not least that you wish to be my submissive.”
“It’s all true Etan… everything I told you was the truth. I really was an angel and I did come down here for you. I do wish to please you and I do want to be your submissive.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt that it is true, Alexia. I have spent the better part of the night trying to come up with some other explanation how you could know so much about me. I mean I had never spoken about my BDSM interests to anyone ever. Yet you asked me to be my submissive, right out of the clear blue sky. You knew things about me no one could possibly have known and so I have no other option than to believe you.
“And after I gave up trying to explain this all away, I started thinking about how I could do this – how I could make you my submissive. Alexia, you are a very attractive, very sexy woman – there’s no question that I would love to have you kneeling at my feet eager to cater to my every whim and desire. A man would have to be a fool to turn down such an offer. But I have to be honest and tell you that I am still a bit unsure about it.”
Alexia got up from the sofa and walked over to him, standing directly in front of him. Keeping her eyes locked on him, she crossed her arms in front of her and took hold of the bottom hem of the sleepshirt. She peeled it slowly up over her head and took it off, dropping it seductively to one side. Topless now, she lowered herself to a kneeling position and once on her knees, she lowered her upper body to the floor until she was in a reverent bow.
She then crawled forward between his legs. “Please Sir, please take me as your submissive. Teach me how to serve you and how to please you. I want to be a good and proper submissive for you.”
Etan looked down into her soft face. “Okay, Alexia, we will give it a try and see how this goes. I will make you my submissive and teach you about BDSM and how to serve me. Now, this will be a little different than what you have seen on my computer… for one thing I don’t think I would be comfortable calling you a slut or a whore – at least not at first. Maybe later on after we get more comfortable in our roles things might loosen up. But let’s just take things easy at first.”
“That sounds good to me. Thank you, Etan… or should I call you Sir? Or maybe Master?”
“Why don’t we just stay with Sir for now. And there are a few other rules we will need to go over.”
“Yes, Sir” she smiled.
“To begin with, I’m glad I went clothes shopping with you today. Some of the clothes you bought will do nicely for our purposes – that little black dress you bought for example and the stockings and heels. Those things are fine. However, there are a couple things like the dress you had on when I found you that are just too… vanilla for D/s.”
“Vanilla?”
“Vanilla is a term used to describe something that is everyday or ordinary. Vanilla sex, for instance, means the standard missionary position with the man on top doing what everyone does. There’s nothing spicy or special about it. That blue dress is too plain and simple – too vanilla – for D/s.
“You can save it for times when we are in public like a party or something, but you will need something sexier and more alluring to wear for me. We will go back to the clothing store and look at different clothes, with an eye towards showing off my submissive properly!”
“Oh yes, Sir!”
“You must always remember as my submissive, you must be pleasing to me. The way you dress, the way you look, the way you speak and act must all be focused on pleasing me. That’s the beauty of D/s for the submissive. Yes, you give up some control in your life, but in doing so you also relieve yourself of a lot of the responsibility for your actions.
“For example, if you submit your choice of what to wear each day and give me control over your clothing choices, you are then freed from any consequences that may occur from your clothing choice. Let me give you a scenario: we are going to a party and I choose for you to wear a daringly short dress. You couldn’t be held responsible for dressing inappropriately because I chose your outfit – the critics and busybodies would have to complain to me and they don’t want to do that!”
“I think I understand.”
“BDSM to most people is just ropes and kinky sex, but there is a lot more to it than that as you will learn. Now in addition to your dress and appearance, some other rules include you are not to touch a doorknob in my presence. If we are together and there is a door to be opened, be it the front door of the house, another building or room, or the car door, I will open it for you. Not only is that a Dominant thing but it is also a gentlemanly thing.
“Also, you are to ask to be excused from my presence. This is so I will know where you are going and when I should expect you back in case I need to find you. And when we go to dinner, you let me know before the waiter arrives what you would like to eat, and I will order for the both of us.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Finally, and I bring this up only because it is a standard rule for submissives, is that you are not to… um… pleasure yourself without my permission. Your pleasure and orgasms are my gifts to you and to take it upon yourself to have one without permission is like stealing from me. I don’t know whether you have ever you know… masturbated… or not, but from now on you will only do so with my permission.
“And while we are on the subject, you must also start asking for permission to cum. I may not be ready for you to cum just yet and you would rob me of the pleasure of giving you the gift or cumming with you and sharing it.”
“Yes, Sir. I will remember these rules.”
“Good girl. Now, since you are kneeling already, scoot back just about a foot or so.” Alexia pushed back to the desired distance. “Sit up with your back straight and push your shoulders back. Yes, just like that. Now put your hands on your legs like so… good. This is what I call the learning position. This is the position you will take whenever I have something to talk to you about or when I want to teach you something. Remember this position – you will use it often.”
“Yes, Sir.
“I don’t know how much you know about BDSM so let me tell you a little bit about what you have asked to be a part of. BDSM stands for Bondage, Discipline, Sadism, and Masochism. I only practice the first two the B and D parts. There are others who go into the more extreme S&M, but that isn’t my thing. D/s which stands for Dominant and submissive, is more of the relationship side of BDSM – it is what we live while BDSM in more how we play. We will be Dominant and submissive all the time, but we will play BDSM games in that – do you understand?”
“Yes, I think so, Sir.”
“Good. D/s can be a very rewarding and beautiful way of living and it is surprisingly close to Biblical – the woman submits to the man; the man is head of the household and protects and cherishes the woman; both devote everything they have to the other. The love between them is stronger oftentimes than today’s vanilla marriages. Trust and respect develop between the two that isn’t found anyplace else. And from that trust, a deep and abiding bond is formed. It really can be a beautiful, wondrous thing.”
“It does sound beautiful, Sir. That’s what I want too.”
“That’s what I would like out of this as well, Alexia. That reminds me – you call me Sir, but I need to have a submissive name for you as well. Alexia is your given name, and that’s what I will call you when we are in public. But when we are alone, I am going to use the pet name angel – for obvious reasons!”
“Angel – I like that! My name is Angel. Yes, Sir.” Angel’s face beamed with joy and pride.
“Now we have to go out and go grocery shopping – now that I have another person in the house, I guess I should put something in the pantry to eat! I used to just pick up whatever I wanted that night for dinner, but I guess we will have to keep groceries on hand like most people do.
“While we are out, I want to go back to the clothing store… but this time you are to shop for sexy and enticing clothes. Clothes that make me want to take them off you! And also pick up a couple hot sexy bedroom things, too. I will be there to let you know my likes and dislikes so you can start learning my tastes. But we probably should do that before we have a hot car full of food!”
“Yes, Sir! May I be excused to get ready to go, Sir?”
“Good girl. Yes, you may.” She smiled broadly and scampered off to change and get ready.
A few minutes later she came back out. She had changed from her sleepshirt into the little black dress she had bought the day before. The stretch-knit dress dipped deep in the front and had an open back, Held up by thin spaghetti-style straps that crossed in the back, the dress was quite short and fit her like it was painted on! With sexy silver high heel CFM shoes and a silver rhinestone embellished evening bag-style purse to round out her outfit, Angel looked very sexy – and Etan took noticed immediately!
“Oh, Angel! Oh, you look… spectacular honey! Come here and let me get a better look!”
Angel smiled shyly and walked up to him in a bit of a strut. She stopped a little ways from him and slowly turned around so he could see her from all angles and he was very pleased with what he saw.
“Wow! You are going to make all the men drool and all the women green with envy sweetheart!”
“You really like my outfit?” she looked up at him.
“No, baby… I LOVE your outfit!” Then he leaned down and kissed her sweetly on the lips.
They left to go downtown to the clothing store again. It would take about twenty-five minutes to drive to the clothing store because the highway they would normally have driven was closed down because of a big traffic accident. Nobody had been hurt, fortunately, but a tank truck carrying chlorine had overturned and the police had barricaded the road until the Fire Dept HazMat team had cleaned up the spill.
Even though it was a more circuitous route to get around the accident, the extra drive time worked in Etan’s favor. As soon as they got underway, Etan snuck his hand over to rest it on Angel’s thigh, just above her knee. She looked over at him and smiled, but she didn’t move his hand away.
“You really do look amazing, Angel. I am very pleased.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He moved his hand up her leg a bit and still she didn’t make a move to shy away or stop him. Taking her lack of action as permission to continue, he moved further up her leg to the bottom of her very short minidress. He paused there for a moment as if trying to decide if he should take this game further.
But when she moved her legs apart as much as her tight dress would allow, he got the message. His hand moved under her dress and found the tops of her stockings. He felt the soft, warm flesh above the lacy stocking top and Angel sucked in a small breath. His fingers traced the edge of her stocking for a moment before continuing up the inside of her leg.
At last, he reached her skimpy panties, and he began rubbing very lightly across the front panel, just hard enough for her to know he was there. Angel gasped at first, feeling his fingers play over her clothed pussy, but she quickly began to feel the stirrings in her belly that indicated the beginnings of her lust.
“Oooh Sir, that feels nice.”
“You like this, do you?”
“Mmmhmm.”
“Tell you what then, Why don’t you hike that dress up a bit so I can do it better.”
She looked at him with a playful smile and raised up in her seat just enough to scoot her tight dress up over her hips. She settled back down and was able to open her legs wider now.
“Yes, that’s much better,” he said as his hand resumed it playing. He rubbed across the front a bit harder now that she was allowing him free access. She reclined the seat back and closed her eyes, giving herself over to the feelings.
Angel began softly moaning as her passions rose and soon she was slowly grinding against his insistent hand. Her panties had developed a sizable wet spot where her pleasure was apparent.
“Ohh, Etan…”
“Take off your panties.”
“ETAN! Right here? In public like this?” Angel said shocked.
“First off, Angel, we aren’t in public, we are in the car. There’s no one around that can see anything but our heads. And secondly, your job is to obey me. I wish to play with you, and I can’t do it easily with your panties covering up everything. Now be a good girl, and do as I say.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Blushing red as an apple she moved to follow his orders. She slid her panties down her long nylon-encased legs and off placing them in his outstretched hand when she was done. He hung them on the rearview mirror of the car and Angel giggled seeing her underwear on display like that.
“You’re such a naughty boy!”
“A trophy from my trophy girlfriend!”
“So I’m your girlfriend now?”
He took her hand and brought it to his lips kissing it. “I guess that depends on you. Do you want to be?”
“Oh yes, Sir! I would love to be your girlfriend submissive… or is it submissive girlfriend?”
“Let’s just call you my girlfriend – we both know you are my submissive. No one else needs to know that part of us.”
“Yes, Sir.” Angel’s face shone with her new status.
As Angel settled back in her seat again, Etan’s fingers began toying with her newly disrobed pussy. He fingered her wet slit and drew circles around her throbbing clit. Angel moaned and mewled as he toyed with her steaming slit.
Angel was moaning louder, and her grinding had become much more pronounced. Just as Etan had planned, the woman was deep in the clutches of wanton lust now. Her heart was racing, and her breathing had been reduced to rapid panting. He knew he could do whatever he wanted to her now and she would welcome any attention.
Without warning, he plunged two fingers deep into her slick hole spreading them apart slightly and trapping her swollen clit between them. He curled his fingers up behind her pelvic bone and found her soft spongy g-spot. When his fingers were in position, he began furiously rubbing it as he finger fucked her, rubbing her clit at the same time.
The combination of fingerfucking her, rubbing her g-spot, and her clit proved to be more than this newly-deflowered woman could take. Within moments Angel was squirming in her seat clawing at the window and armrests and whipping her head back and forth.
“Oh, Etan! Oh, Sir! I… Ohhh, I’m oh, I’m going to… oh, please Sir can I cum! Please! Please, can I cum?” He was actually surprised she had remembered to ask permission given her state of mind!
But his plans for her didn’t include an orgasm just yet. He pulled his fingers out of her just as she was cresting and about to go over the edge – permission or not.
“No, not yet my sweet. We can’t have that nice dressed all messy before we even have dinner!”
Angel sat back in her chair panting. Her face reflected her disappointment, but she had agreed that he was Sir and his word was law. She tried to cool herself down by rolling the window partway down and getting some fresh air.
Etan smiled to himself. She had taken this very well – his last girlfriend would have yelled at him for stopping, and then went ahead and took care of things herself! Angel was showing she really wanted to serve him and he was glad for that. She really was a good girl.
