This is Part IX of a story that started as a snippet from my drafts long ago.  Thanks to James X Morgan’s interest in the story, we’re continuing to co-create Delilah’s adventures with Master Graham.  You can find the posts here on my blog, and on James’ blog Tall Tales.

Part 1, originally named A Tantalizing Opportunity, now called Delilah’s Adventures with Master Graham: Intro is on my blog here and on James’ blog here.

Part 2, Meeting, is on my blog here and on James’ blog here.

Part 3, Demonstration, is on my blog here and on James’ blog here.

Part 4, Exploration, is on my blog here, and on James’ blog here.

Part 5, Consummation, is on my blog here, and on James’s blog here.

Part 6, Reflection, is on my blog here, and James’ blog here.

Part 7, Distraction, is on my blog here, and on James’ blog here.

Part 8, Hesitation, is on my blog here, and on James’ blog here.

‘I’ll get you some tea and then we’ll talk. About the demonstration and about you.’

Still feeling a bit dazed, Delilah watched Graham moving through the cafe.  Tonight’s experience had shaken her.  She had accepted the idea that she liked spanking, that was not a complete surprise to her.  But the flogging, the rope, and even the caning she had seen previously, had also appealed to her. 

And why had she called Graham “Sir” tonight?  Still watching him, she thought that part of it was an intuitive respect for him.  And she wondered if maybe there was something in her that wanted to submit.  

MG placed the tea carefully in front of Delilah and sat down with some water for himself.

‘I’m going to get straight to the point because I believe it will save us some time. I think it is quite clear from some of your reactions to what I have said, to what you have seen and to our interaction last week that you have realised that your interest in BDSM is not just professional.

‘I think that you would like to explore that personal interest further but that you don’t know how or what to ask and that you feel unsure as to what my reaction may be.’

MG’s tone was firm but still kind.

‘We have agreed that we can speak openly and without judgement. Please feel that applies equally to your desire to explore BDSM.’

He leaned forward.

‘If you would like me to help with that exploration in any way, be it theoretical or practical, I would be both willing and honoured to do so.’

Delilah smiled wryly.  “Thank you for being direct, and thank you for your offer to help.  I do appreciate it.  It’s not just that I wouldn’t have known how to start this conversation with you – I barely know how to start it with myself.

“I had almost adjusted to the idea that maybe I – no, not maybe, that I liked the spanking last time.”  She had her eyes lowered to her tea cup, dipping the tea bag in and out of the tea.  “But now I’m realizing there is more that I want to try.”

She looked up, pushing through all her fear and uncertainty, and said, “Yes, please, I would like for you to help me learn more about my – um, personal interest in BDSM.”

Then she laughed.  “I think I said that before.  But it means more now.”

MG laughed with her.

‘Your thoughts have come a long way in a week, hmmm? Perhaps you’re struggling a little to keep up!’

“Definitely!”

‘Thank you Delilah, for trusting me enough not only to tell me about what you’re feeling but also to ask me to help you. It’s a big step and you are making yourself, let’s be honest, very vulnerable. But I believe we can turn that vulnerability into a strength.’

MG reached over and put his hand on hers.

‘Now, ground rules: you must only do this if it is what you want, what you choose. You may choose simply to talk about it, to do a single scene, perhaps more, but you can stop at any time simply by walking away, physically or metaphorically, without needing to explain or give a reason. I could do the same if I felt it would not be right for either of us to continue but I promise that I would explain why. Are you happy with all that?’

“I am.”  Delilah was thinking that he had said something very similar last week, and she appreciated hearing it again.  There was something soothing about his words.

‘Good. Now please remind me of your safe word and when you can use it.’

“Red,” she said, pleased that she remembered.  “And yellow if I just need things to slow down a little bit.”

‘Red to stop, yellow to slow down.  And when can you use them?’

“Anytime I feel overwhelmed, right?”

‘That’s right, but the precise answer is simply anytime. Anytime it doesn’t feel right. It is never wrong to use it.

‘Now, it’s getting a little late. Would you like to go home and continue another time or would you prefer to stay here longer. An honest answer please.’

“Oh!  I guess it is late.” Delilah hesitated for a moment.  “I don’t feel like I’m ready to go, but I don’t know what we would do if I stay.”

MG fixed her with a questioning eye.

‘I have a very good idea of what we could do. But you would need to ask me. If you want to.’

“Oh.  But I can’t ask you if I don’t know what you’re thinking.  What’s your idea?”

‘Little minx.’ MG thought to himself. 

‘Is there anything in particular about your personal interest in BDSM that I may help you learn this evening?’

“I don’t know,” she said. “There are lots of things I want to learn. I do want to learn what it’s like to be flogged, but that’s about 5 times above my level of doing things right now.  I’m a little bit afraid to try that.  It seems like I’d be too – well, I’d have to take off my clothes and that makes me nervous.  

I’d like to know what it’s like to obey somebody, even if I don’t always want to do what they say.  I think I’d like to see what it would be like not to be in control all the time.  Maybe another spanking – a different kind?  I don’t know.”

She paused, thinking. Then added, almost talking to herself, “Really, I guess I want to know what it would be like to have a Dom.”

MG looked at her and spoke firmly but kindly.

‘Look at me Delilah.’

Delilah turned to him, her heart racing.

‘Would you like me to be your Dom this evening? Would you trust me to do that within your limits?’

“Ohhhh. Yes.”  She smiled with delight.  “Yes, please.”  Her body tingled, nipples so hard they ached, throbbing heat at her core.  “Yes, please, Sir.”

‘Good. Come with me.’

MG led her out of the café to the rest rooms.

‘I’m going to fetch something then I’ll wait for you here.’

Delilah slipped into the restroom, happy to have a moment to freshen up. As she used the facilities, she realized that her panties were soaking wet with her own juices.  She tried to wipe them dry, but the evidence of how turned on she was was still there.

Looking in the mirror, she thought, ‘Am I really doing this?  Have I lost my mind?  

Then she shrugged.  ‘I might be losing my mind, but I don’t care.  I’m going to do this.”

MG went down to the dungeon, selected two items and slid them into his pocket, one of them protruding past his waist but under his jacket.

Sir Alan raised an eyebrow and shot him a questioning glance. MG just smiled back and went upstairs. 

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Delilah was glad he was waiting for her as she came out of the restroom.  She didn’t really want more time to think, she was ready to get started.

They were lucky again and found a room available with little delay.

‘Take off your shoes and put them in the corner.’

Curious, she started to ask him why, but then remembered her role.  Feeling very obedient, she took off her sandals and put them in the corner. 

MG retrieved the items from his pocket and laid them on the bed, covering them with his jacket.

He gave Delilah a series of instructions, one at a time.

‘Stand facing me. Legs apart. Hold your hands behind your back. Head up. Eyes down. Upright but not tense.’

Delilah moved quickly to follow his directions.  Standing before him in this position, she felt very exposed and vulnerable, even fully clothed.  Very aware of her breasts, nipples hard and sensitive.  Aware of her open legs, as if inviting him to touch her.  

The heat between her legs, the throbbing sensation at her core, suggested she would welcome his touch.  She was glad to keep her eyes downcast.

‘Good. This is what you will do if I tell you to wait. Clear?’

“Yes, Sir,” she said, a bit hesitantly.

MG walked to her and took her face gently in her hands.

‘Look up. If I tell you to do something that your body will not allow you to do, or which will be more than a little uncomfortable, you will adopt the ‘wait’ position and ask to speak. When I give you permission you will explain. Understood?’

“Yes, Sir,” she said, trying to engrain that in her mind.  If she couldn’t do what he asked, she should stand like this and he would give her permission to speak.

Thinking that, she realized that ‘he would give her permission to speak,’ meant that she would otherwise not have permission to speak.  She felt a rush of heat through her body, an arousal that shook her to her core.  

MG released her face and sat on the bed.

‘Now kneel facing me, knees together, toes untucked. Sit on your heels, dress out from under your knees. Back straight but not tense. Hold your elbows behind your back. Head up, eyes down.’

Delilah lowered herself to her knees, careful to keep her dress off the floor.  She rocked back on her heels, careful to keep her back straight.  She was relieved that she was able to hold her elbows behind her back.  Once again, head up, eyes down.

‘I’m really doing this,’ she thought, ‘I’m kneeling on the floor in front of this man and I want to do it.  I’m obeying him.  That’s all I have to do.  And he’s pleased.’  Her lips curved up in a small, content smile.

‘Good. If I tell you to kneel this is what you will do. Quickly and quietly. Clear?’

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

‘Now lean forward and place your outstretched palms on the floor in front of you. Try to put your forehead on the floor. If your hips need to lift from your heels they may. Try to keep your arms and back in a straight line, but not tense. Do not force anything.’

Delila released the grip she had on her elbows, bringing her arms forward.  She began leaning forward, realizing this was definitely going to raise her bottom in the air, at least a little bit.  She was grateful that her skirt covered her.  

As her forehead neared the floor, the material of her panties drew taut and she was reminded of how wet her panties were, soaked with proof of her arousal.  At last, her body was fully in position, and she waited, feeling even more exposed and – well, obedient, she thought.

‘Good. If I tell you to submit, this is the position you will adopt. Clear?’

“Yes, Sir,” she said, being sure to speak clearly.  Her words were a bit muffled with her face turned to the floor.

‘Kneel.’

Delilah raised up, rocking back on her heels and putting her arms behind her back, holding her elbows, as she had been instructed.  She remembered at the last second to keep her head up and eyes down.

‘Submit.’

And back down she went, pressing her forehead closer to the floor this time, even though that raised her bottom a bit higher.  Focused on getting the position correct, it took a moment for her to realize just how submissive she felt, prostrating herself like this.  A shudder of pleasure ran through her, a clenching sensation at her core that she had only felt before during orgasm.  No time to process that – her attention back to Sir.

‘Remember you have safewords if you need them.’

MG stood beside Delilah and lifted her dress above her waist. He gently squeezed each exposed cheek in turn then tapped them twice.

‘This evening, these belong to me. Who do they belong to?’

His words left no time for Delilah to think about the rush of humiliation she had felt as he lifted her skirt.  His question demanded an answer.

“They – they belong to – to you, Sir,” she stammered.

‘Good. Are you choosing to give them to me?

“Yes, Sir.”

‘How does that feel?’

“Exciting,” she said, surprising herself.  

MG sat on the bed again. 

‘Kneel.’

Relieved that her response was adequate, she quickly pulled up into the correct position.  

‘Look at me. I have brought with me two implements.’

Looking at him, the words ‘two implements’ filling her mind, Delilah’s gaze strayed to his hands, then to either side of him, searching for the implements.  Nothing was in sight.

‘When I am ready, I am going to use them to tease you. When you are ready, you will ask me to use them a little, just a little, harder. You may ask more than once. Understood?’

“Oh!  But – what… where…” she stopped herself.  Looking at him, she knew not to question.  He would tell her when he was ready.  

More slowly, she took in his words.  She was to ask him to use them just a little harder?  Yes, she could do that.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, “I understand.”

‘Good. You’re doing well. Wait.’

She stood.  She knew to keep her legs open a bit, but it took a minute to remember to put her hands behind her back.  

‘Come here.’

She moved closer to him, heart pounding.

MG took her wrist and encouraged her over his left thigh so her head and torso lay on the bed. Deliberately he lifted her dress above her waist, covering the almost bare skin of her back. He pulled on her hip while squeezing each bared buttock in turn, the ‘t’ of her string insubstantial across her back and mostly invisible elsewhere. He rubbed her bottom gently as she wriggled and gradually relaxed.

‘Who do these belong to?’

“To you, Sir,” she said, surprised at the feelings of warmth and contentment that filled her.

‘Good. Yes they do. And now I will do with them as I please.’