Kevin

Waking up the next morning, I pulled Tina’s sleeping body closer to mine. Her light snores brought a smile to my lips while I looked at her, peaceful and comfortable wrapped within my arms. Last night had been just a taste of what I wanted to give her-- what I wanted to do with her-- and the way her body trembled with emotion afterward brought an odd sort of smile to my face.

I didn’t shock me that her sub drops were stronger than most. After all, Tina was a very emotionally-repressed individual. The way she had been raised was devous, at best, but at its worst it had been manipulative and wrathful. Her mother had been a cold-hearted woman who kept ramming ‘basic truths’ down her throat, like the fact that women were supposed to take care of a home and that her college education was pointless. Her mother always told her that taking care of her father was the best thing she ever did and that she would be lucky to find half the man to take care of that her father was.

Her father was the one that encouraged her to go to college. Her father was the one that set up his own successful law firm, so it was her father she leaned on when school got tough. Every time she called her mother it was ‘I told you so’, or ‘are you finding a man at least while you’re there?’, or ‘I’ve got a date set up Wednesday evening and you need to be home for it.’

Her mother was emotionally-removed from every situation and always felt her agenda was the best agenda, and she took after her mother more than she realized.

She grew her business like her father, yes, but her unwavering need to be right in every circumstance was what garnered her the audience she had. Her intense research and her late nights were all attributed to the cold, removed woman she had grown into, and her incessant need to be right about herself as well as everyone around her was the byproduct of being raised by her mother.

She had made herself emotionally cold in order to deal with her mother, but in the process she became a professional at emotionally compartmentalizing almost to the point of being a sociopath. It had taken years of knowing her for her to finally bust out of that shell whenever she was around me, but I knew this lifestyle was going to be difficult for her.

She told me last night that she didn’t understand why this was so hard for her to wrap her mind around, but I knew. It was hard because she saw her mother as a dominant person, and the way her mother dominated was by being emotionally unavailable and domineering. So, when I told her I was a ‘dom’, she pictured me as her mother.

And that was the farthest thing from what I was.

My body shivered with delight when she told me to teach her. It wasn’t just an opportunity for me to train the sub of my dreams, it was a way for me to shift the mental outlook of a woman I’d come to respect. Tina Lively was powerful, important, and priceless in the world of politics, but when she was with me she was a tired, aching, needy woman who wanted to rest in the arms of someone she cared about.

But, I knew the exact approach I was going to take with her. She seemed all too eager about the components of the bedroom, so I would start by pushing her boundaries in something she’d already proved to me that she enjoyed.

I’d start with the bedroom.

Her stirring ripped me from my thoughts when she rolled over to face me. Her eyes were still glazed with sleep and she cleared her throat to try and rid herself of her morning breath, but I dipped down and kissed her anyway. She looked up at me with that hazy morning smile I adored more than anything in this world, and I drew her closer to me before I threaded my leg in between hers.

“So, what are we getting into today?” she asked.

“Well, I have to work until two. But then I’ll be home and we can spend the rest of the day together.”

“What do you want me to do while I’m gone?” she asked. I knew why she was asking the question and my heart leapt at the idea that she was so eager to begin. But, I’d already plotted out how I was going to train her, and it wasn’t going to start with the ‘lifestyle’ portion of this concept.

“Anything you want until I get back.”

I saw the confusion waft over her face, but all I did was kiss her nose and climb out of bed. Part of this was me showing her things she never knew existed and part of this was sorting this out on her own time, and I knew removing myself from the situation would do just that. I didn’t have to do into work if I didn’t want to, but the alone time to think on things would help her on this journey along with my instruction.

The issue was: when I got to work, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

I was finishing up the BDSM online shop I was working on and I couldn't help but imagine her in every position and every scenario that used every single one of these pieces of equipment. I imagined her tied to a swing in the middle of my room and bound to the bed with her legs and arms pulled apart. I imagined her bent over and unable to move while I took that tight little asshole of hers and I imagined her strapped to the wall while I denied her orgasm after orgasm until she cried.

I hit the final ‘enter’ button at a little past one and was thankful when I refreshed the site and saw it was finished.

I sent it to the client who called me and told me how much he loved it, then told me to come on over to pick up my payment. This project had been a special project for me, and in return he was paying me in products he had in his arsenal instead of money. The toys I had were becoming worn and some of the cuffs and straps I had didn't sit as tight as they used to, so we agreed I could come and pick out whatever I wanted in exchange for a fully-functioning website with a calendar he could update, a running blog he could keep, and a store that would make him more money.

I walked into his home and he had items spread out all over the place between three rooms in his home. I went around and looked at everything while I bit back moans at the high quality shit he had laying around here. This stuff was beautiful, and I couldn’t help but keep Tina in mind with every object I picked up.

I would build an arsenal meant only for her, and if she didn’t want to explore any longer, I’d retire it and find something else.

“See anything you like?” he asked.

“Loads,” I said, smirking.

“You’ve got someone you’re training,” he said.

“That obvious, huh?”

“Not until I asked the question,” he said. “Take whatever you want. I’ll be upstairs if you need any help.”

“Thanks.”

By the time I was done I had low-burning candles that melted into massage wax, high-quality leather cuffs for her hands and feet, a swing I could hang from my ceiling, two blindfolds, a ball gag, a feather tickler, a beautiful paddle with a silkened top, a magic wand, and a couple high-quality vibrating dildos.

I took it all home and snuck it by Tina who was still cleaning up from cooking lunch. I slipped upstairs quietly and found my way to her bedroom where I began to set up everything I’d need for the next couple hours. She would get her first lesson today in what it meant to use this type of gear, and if I had it my way we’d play around for a couple hours before we’d rest and break for dinner.

My cock strained against my pants with every prop that came out of its packaging. I adhered the cuffs to her bed and laid them out for her to see before I set the blindfolds on her bedside dresser. I put the ball gag away and out of sight underneath her bed before I picked out an apple-scented candle I wanted to light, then I placed the paddle just within reach on the bedside dresser by the blindfolds. I slid the rest of the things underneath the bed just as I heard her padding up the steps.

“Tina?” I called out.

“Kev! When did you get-”

She rounded the corner into her room and I could see the shock roll over her face. I walked over and dimmed the main light in her room before I drew the curtains closed, and the flickering candle casted a small light over the bed that illuminated the leather cuffs that were situated across the sheets.

“Welcome to lesson number one,” I said.

She slowly turned to me with a curious glance and I waited for her to make the first move. Everything inside of me wanted to throw her onto that bed, cuff her down while she flailed, then eat her pussy until she came so many times she passed out. But, she was a beginner-- still taking in the world around her she’d been introduced to a few days ago-- and I wasn’t going to do anything that I thought would scare her.

We’d work up to all that later.

“Okay,” she finally said.

“The safe word is ‘pineapple’. If things get too intense or you need me to slow down, simply say it. I’ll back out of my dom mode and ask you a series of questions, and from there we can figure out where to go,” I said. “Say ‘okay’ if you understand.”

She whipped her gaze to mine with her jaw unhinged. It was the first command I’d ever given her that was straightforward and domineering and I could see the hesitation wafting over her eyes.

“I’m not your mother, Tina,” I said.

I watched the shock roll over her face before a few more dominoes fell into place, and she nodded slightly before her gaze turned back to the bed.

“Ready for your training?” I asked.