Return-path: <suelmann@shea.forwiss.uni-passau.de> Date: Sat, 10 May 1997 14:36:35 +0200 From: Michael Suelmann <suelmann@forwiss.uni-passau.de> Subject: 230 To: Ole.Joe@poboxes.com Check our new domain names! http://www.netforward.com v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v MRWADE.230 By Master Wade The Training of Melissa Chapter One The house was a moderately expensive brick rancher which sat at the end of a cul de sac, one of three homes outlining the semicircular turn-around. Don Richards had purchased it ten years ago and had kept it even after the death of his wife. It was only a few miles away from the plant where Don worked as a purchasing agent, and there was nothing in the area which would have suited his needs better. The extra car in the driveway belonged to Melissa Jones, a secretarial employee of one of the accounting firms in the city. She was fifteen years Don's junior, a pleasingly attractive and especially sensuous young lady whom Don had been dating now for several months. Melissa sat in the den floor at Don's feet, her cheek resting on his bare knee. She was reading from a computer printout, her free hand idly massaging his firm calf muscle. She, too, was nude. Don ran his fingers through her long brown hair and watched her read. The afternoon had begun like this, and Melissa's reading had been interupted three times already by her desire. Read and fuck. Read and suck. Read and fuck. Not an altogether unhappy way to spend an afternoon. "Oh, I like this, Don. I REALLY like it!", Melissa said, kissing his knee. Don smiled and chuckled to himself. Melissa was reading a collection of fiction and non-fiction which Don had found on one of the computer services he subscribed to. It was all related to a lifestyle which Don had fantasized about for years; a lifestyle called D/s or Dominance and submission. In fact, Don had initially pursued Melissa because he believed he saw in her a submissive nature, and had hoped that she would find such a lifestyle exciting. Obviously, she did. So far, at least. "This is sooooo hot!", she sighed, amazed at the insatiable nature of her desire and how provocative she found this new lifestyle to be. "People really do this, right? I mean we could live like this? That IS why you're having me read all this, isn't it? Or are you just teasing me with it all?" "Well, I do love to tease you, of course...but no, I'm not just teasing you. People certainly do have lifestyles like the ones you're reading about. And yes, if it was something we decided we wanted to do, we could develop a relationship like those as well." "What are we waiting for? It is something you want, isn't it?", she asked, shifting a bit and looking up at him. "Oh yes. I want it. But it isn't enough for me to want it, Melissa. You have to want it too. You have to want it enough to be able to submit to me totally. I can't make it happen all by myself." "Oh, I know that, silly. But why wouldn't I want it? It sounds incredibly exciting and wonderful to me." "I think it is, Melissa. But it would take sacrifice and hard work to have a really good D/s relationship. The things they do in those stories don't come easily. And if we're going to do it, I want us to do it all-out. No part-time fun and games approach will do it for me." "Mmmmm...do you think I'm missing something here?" "I don't know. Maybe. It's just that I'm afraid that you may just see the bondage games and the hot sex and think that's all there is to it. But if you're going to be MY slave, there will be much more to it than that. You'll be a 24/7; a twenty four hour a day, seven day a week slave. It will mean a big change in your life and in how you see and react to almost everything you do." "But you would teach me how to be what you wanted me to be, wouldn't you? I mean, it isn't like I'd have to figure it all out by myself. We'd do it together. Right?" "Yes, of course. As your Master I would train you. And I'd train you in MY ways, not the ways of the men in those stories, or the ways of some other Master, but in MY ways. But don't think it will come easily. You'll succeed at being what I want you to be, I know, but you'll make mistakes, and you'll feel stupid, and you'll have to be corrected, disciplined, sometimes punished. At times you'll feel like a little child again, and it will anger you, because you have always been in control of yourself and your own life. You'll struggle and argue that you're an adult woman and shouldn't be treated like a child. Some of the things I may ask of you will humiliate you and you'll feel used at times, and if you tell anyone who is not involved in D/s themselves how you feel they will say that you're being abused, and that our relationship is unhealthy, and that you should get out of it. That will confuse you, and you'll have doubts about it all. So you must know from the very beginning that it is something that you are CHOOSING to do, freely choosing. You have to be confident in your choice and know deep within yourself that it is all something that you WANT, not something that I, or anyone else, has talked you into or manipulated you into doing." "I don't think I'd feel that way. I know what I want from life and I know I can trust you. I'm sure I could handle it all just fine." "You're a whore and a tramp. Just a slutty little cunt that wants all the cock and cum she can get." "Don! What made you say that?" Melissa sat up straight, angered by this sudden nastiness, which was totally unprovoked. Don smiled warmly at her and brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers. "It doesn't come quite as naturally as you might have thought, does it? I was just testing your reaction. If you become my slave and totally submit to me I can use such language with you whenever I choose. Don't you agree?" "I suppose so...but why would you want to? I'm not a whore and a tramp. Just because I find all this exciting doesn't mean I'm like that. Does it?" "Well, if you surrender totally to me, and I want you to be a whore and a tramp, then would you be a whore and a tramp?" "I guess I see what you mean. But I don't think you'd ever really want me to have sex with other people for money. And I know you wouldn't want me going around fucking anybody and everybody." "The point is, Melissa, that the willingness to do and be whatever it is I want you to do and be has to be there. If being called a whore angers you, then certainly requiring you to be a whore would drive you crazy. And if you would react in that manner to something I wanted of you, then how total would your surrender to me be?" "I guess this does go a bit deeper than I realized. But I still find it incredibly exciting. In fact, I guess the truth is that I find it as exciting as I do BECAUSE of the depth to which it COULD be taken, and because of the intensity of surrender that would be required of me." "So you would be a whore for me if I asked it of you?" Melissa grinned broadly and slapped Don on the thigh. "Don't make me be a whore on the first day, silly! Can't we start with something a little bit easier than that, and let me work up to the hard parts?" Don grinned back at her. "You're beating the wrong meat if you want to find a hard part," he told her, grabbing a handful of her long hair. He pulled her head up into his lap, and quickly felt her tongue searching for the head of his cock. "Okay...today you can be a cock-sucking, cum-loving slut. We'll see about tomorrow, tomorrow." "Mmmmmphhh," Melissa responded, her mouth filling with Don's rapidly growing member. Continued in MRWADE.231...... 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