This is Part XI 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.

“Good girl.”

Delilah couldn’t get the words out of her mind.  They should have felt condescending, like something you’d say to a child, or a pet.  

Instead, the memory of Sir Graham’s voice, while she knelt at his feet, snuggled close to him, filled her with warmth and pleasure.  Not just warm, fuzzy pleasure either.  The words sent a tug of lust through her core, making her – “

She stopped there, and sighed.  This was ridiculous.  As she tried to put words to her experience, she realized that she didn’t have a good word for her – well, her genitals.  And wasn’t that ridiculous?  A bright, educated woman her age, reduced to thinking about how hot her genitals were?

She rubbed her forehead, sipped her coffee.  Ok, this could be changed.  What did she want to call it?  Her parents had always used the correct terms – ‘vulva’ and ‘vagina’.  That didn’t fit with the lust she was feeling now.  

She considered options.  ‘Lady bits.’ ‘Down there.’ ‘Privates.’  Omg, no.  None of the silly euphemisms.  Something real, something bold. 

‘Well,’ she thought, ‘That only leaves a few choices.  Pussy.  Cunt.  Twat.’  She shook her head.  ‘No, those last two are going too far.  It has to be pussy.’

And she smiled, thinking about how she had stroked her pussy last night after she got home.  Lying in bed, one hand moving between each nipple, the other rubbing her swollen clit, remembering the strap Sir Graham had used on her that night.  The flogging that had been so entrancing.  

Just remembering that made her – made her pussy hot.  And wet.  She felt like she’d been in a constant state of arousal since then.  She had wanted him so badly, wanted to taste his cock, wanted him to touch her.

And his refusal to do that had left her even more turned on.  She had never met a man who wanted to talk about whether or not to have sex.  She knew he had been turned on – she could feel his hardness every time she had been over his knee.   

‘He had self-control’, she thought, that was part of what made him so appealing.  ‘And it makes me trust him to control me too.’  She blushed, remembering how she had knelt, forehead to the ground.

She wanted so badly to see him again, but she felt shy about reaching out.  Somehow, it felt right to wait for him.  She had fallen so easily into the pattern of doing what he told her to do.  Of obeying him.

And why did that word – obey – thrill her?  It sent another – another tug of lust through her lower body, ending with her pussy throbbing.  She shook her head.

‘I’m a mess,’ she thought.  ‘And I don’t even care.  I wouldn’t trade this for anything.’

*****************

MG sat with his coffee, musing on the events of the last ten days – musing and smiling. Delilah had obviously been anxious and, well, trepidatious on both occasions while at the same time visibly excited by the demonstrations. And she’d needed very little encouragement once the initial embarrassment and fear had been overcome. He congratulated himself on his decisions to be direct in their discussions but to allow her to dictate the pace of physical escalation. Most of the time at least. 

And he certainly deserved a Domly Restraint Medal (he chuckled to himself ‘that could be misconstrued!’) for turning down her offer but he was sure it would be worth the wait; she certainly wanted more. As did he. Very much so. No need to make her wait this time. 

He put down his coffee and opened a new email. 

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Delilah had not scheduled any appointments for Thursday morning.  She did some cleaning up around the house, laughing a little bit as she hung up some clothes that had been left scattered, picking up dirty ones she had left on the floor.  As she did these simple chores, she thought about the rule Sir Graham had stated last night about taking care of herself and her things.  

She had not been raised to pay much attention to cleaning, or cooking either.  They had a woman who came once a week to clean, and she was expected to pick up after herself before the cleaner came.  She had found Sarah, who cleaned for her weekly now, and she pretty much followed the same principle about picking up her mess before Sarah came.  

She wondered what it would be like to follow Sir Graham’s rule all the time.

Finished with that task, she couldn’t resist checking her email.  Sir Graham’s message popped up, and her heart beat raced.

My dear Delilah

May I say once again how delighted and honoured I am that you chose to trust me again last night and allowed me to take control of the next stage of your personal exploration of BDSM. I find your company quite delightful and would be very happy to continue either professional or personal exploration of the subject, or both, should you so wish. 

Please think about what you might like to do and let me know in due course. 

I will look forward to hearing from you. 

Respectfully and affectionately. 

Graham

She read it three times.  ‘Allowing me to take control…’ She bit her lip each time she read that.  Each time, she felt a rush of heat run through her – pussy, she said to herself firmly.  And that brought on another rush of pleasure!

And ‘affectionately.’  She smiled.  That was so reassuring.  

Then she quit smiling, almost quit breathing.  She had to answer him.  He wanted to know what she ‘might like to do.’

No. The images running through her mind were too wild.  There was a book she had read once – well, started to read… and she pushed that thought away quickly.

Truly.  What did she want?  And what could she say she wanted?

Her afternoon was full of work, but she kept imagining scenarios of what she wanted…

By the time her last meeting ended, she knew what she wanted to say.  Quickly, she wrote:

Dear Graham,

I say ‘Graham’ although I have begun to think of you as ‘Sir.’  I appreciate having had the opportunity to learn a little bit more about BDSM, on a personal and a professional level.  I’m so glad you enjoyed my company.

I have found myself thinking of my experience with you quite often today.  I would love to continue learning more from you about BDSM, both on a personal and professional level.  

I am not sure what’s possible for you or what other commitments you may have.  My schedule is fairly flexible, so please let me know what would work for you.

Warmly,

Delilah

She read it over once, and hit send before she could change her mind.  

**********

MG had spent the day quietly dealing with paperwork. No matter how diligently he kept things up to date there was always something that required his attention.

Mid-afternoon he had taken a break and set out for a walk. His thoughts had turned to Delilah and he’d wondered what the next steps would be for their relationship. 

‘Relationship?’ he  thought ‘Is that what it is?’

He rather hoped it might be. He would need to discuss with her what she wanted, avoid any misunderstandings. But then what did he want? He would need to be clear about that too and manage expectations. 

MG pondered as he walked. He would certainly be happy to have her as a sub from time to time if she wanted that, perhaps even more often. Did he want more than that? What might that represent? Early days. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Let’s see how she responds. 

He made himself a light supper before checking his email. Glancing down the list he smiled and clicked. 

‘Sir.’ He smiled again and remembered how quickly and obediently she had reacted to his commands; she seemed to have taken very naturally to submission. ‘Love to continue…. flexible…. let me know.’ Good. Very good. He would sleep on it and reply in the morning. 

********

Friday morning, Delilah taught a class.  So it was noon before she had a chance to check her email.  As the message she had hoped for came up, she felt her chest relax and she began breathing evenly again.   

My dear Delilah

I am very pleased that you would like to continue; I too would be very happy to do so. 

My schedule is also very flexible so I will make some suggestions as to when we might meet again:

-Saturday at the club would be an option but it would be much busier and we would be less likely to find privacy. 

-Next Wednesday evening at the club would also be an option. 

-Otherwise I would be happy to meet elsewhere during the day or an evening, in a café or restaurant or even at home if that would suit you.

Please let me know what you would prefer. I’ll look forward to seeing you again.

Respectfully and affectionately

Graham

‘Oh, my,’ Delilah thought, laughing with relief and delight.  ‘He really is interested.  And I’m going to see him again.  Outside the club.‘ Her heart was racing.

She read it again.  When did she want to meet?  And where? 

For the next few hours, she went through the day half-distracted.  

Should she wait to go to the club on Wednesday?  She didn’t want to wait that long.  

Go to a regular coffee shop or dinner?  

Maybe his house – but that felt too risky, it broke every rule she had about safety.

Her house?  It wasn’t really any safer.  Maybe she should wait til Wednesday.

But she didn’t want to wait.

At last, unable to concentrate on the article she was writing, she put everything else away and sat down to consider her options.  Half closing her eyes, she settled into her body, drawing her attention inward, focusing on settling.  Breathing slowly, allowing her mind to clear…

Opening her eyes several minutes later, stretching her arms over her head, she wondered why she didn’t do that more often.  

Dear Graham,

Let’s meet on Saturday.  There is a coffee shop down the street from me and a restaurant next door that offers a wide variety of food.  Let’s meet for coffee or tea about 5:00, and we can have dinner if we get hungry.  My house is right down the street in case we decide we need more time.

Would that work?

I’m looking forward to seeing you again.

Warmly,

Delilah  

**************

MG smiled. Actually it was closer to a grin; meeting outside the club would be a great next step. But he was surprised she was even considering inviting him home at this stage. He could only imagine how much she must have thought about that even though she had left it open. Very encouraging. He found himself quite excited as he replied immediately. 

***********

Delilah dressed carefully.  Trying on and discarding several outfits.

The discarded outfits were scattered around the room.  She was tempted to leave them there.  Sarah had already been in to clean, and normally she would just walk away.  She probably wouldn’t invite Graham into the bedroom anyhow.  And what if she did?  She was curious – what would he do?

But not that curious, she thought.  No need to look for trouble.  With a sigh, she hung the clothes up quickly.  She was almost running late now.  

A touch of makeup quickly applied, and she was out the door, walking quickly down the sidewalk toward the cafe.

*********

MG dressed casually in chinos and a linen shirt, four cuffs slightly rolled. He hesitated then added a light cotton jumper around his shoulders before stepping out. He made a brief stop on the way and arrived twenty minutes early at the café, choosing a table with a good view of the door. 

Delilah approached the cafe walking quickly, arriving with just a couple of minutes to spare.  She was breathing a bit fast but she wasn’t sure if it was from the brisk walk or from anxiety – or excitement.  But when she spotted Graham – Sir, she thought – already seated at a table her whole body responded.  Nipples tightened, a rush of heat, a tug of lust that ended with her pussy throbbing.  

MG stood up with a welcoming smile and stepped forward offering her a single long-stemmed red rose. He took her shoulders gently and lightly brushed her cheeks with his own. 

‘Lovely to see you, my dear.’

“Thank you,” she said, taking the rose with pleasure.  “This is beautiful.”  She felt as if he had marked her with his touch, the feeling lingered, his hands on her shoulders, his cheek on hers.  

The rose had a little vial of water on the stem and she appreciated the thoughtfulness of that.  

“It’s good to see you,” Delilah smiled.  She thought it was ridiculous how aroused she was already, and hoped he couldn’t tell.

They sat and exchanged pleasantries as they waited for their order. MG had already decided that a direct approach would again be best and began as soon as their drinks arrived. 

‘You’ve told me you’d like to continue exploring and I’ve said I’d be happy to help, delighted even.’

MG smiled warmly. 

‘So I think we should make sure we are clear about each other’s expectations. Ok?’

“Of course,” Delilah said, wondering what his expectations were. 

‘Good. Would you like to tell me what you’re looking for or would you prefer me to help you by asking some questions?’

“Oh,” she had hoped he would volunteer what he was thinking.  “Yes, please, if you would ask me some questions, that would really be helpful.  I’m not – I don’t think I’m sure what I’m looking for.”  After all, she could hardly say, I want you to touch me, and spank me and then I want to…  

MG smiled encouragingly. 

‘Let’s see then! Do you think you would like to limit our exploration to meetings we arrange for that purpose? Or might you like to widen it to other parts of your life?’

Delilah froze.  Acutely aware of the throbbing between her legs, the tug of desire at her core, for a moment she couldn’t respond.  Then, “I – I’m not sure.  I think –  think maybe I would like to widen it.”  She bit her lip.  “I don’t know exactly how much though.”

‘Well done my dear. You want more but you don’t really know how much. That will allow us to explore a little, won’t it?’

‘As you have seen, BDSM can encompass physical submission but also verbal submission, obedience even to the point of handing total, unquestioning control to a Dom for an agreed period of time. What are your thoughts on that? Would you have in mind any limits? You would always have your safewords of course.’

The heat between her legs increased and she resisted the urge to squirm.  ‘Unquestioning control.’  Just those words…  She could picture the cover of the book she’d almost read as a teen. It had a white cover…  And she pushed that thought away, brought her attention back to Sir – to Graham.

“Yes, of course I would have limits.  I mean, I wouldn’t give someone else control of my career or my finances.  I wouldn’t – I don’t even know what else I wouldn’t do. You know, I wouldn’t do anything that I believe is wrong. I wouldn’t agree to anything that would really harm me.  I’d have to think more about other limits.  And maybe have more experience.  But I would want to go slowly.”

‘Slowly is perfect. After all it would be a shame to rush things, don’t you think?’ 

MG leaned forward and took her hand, looking gently into Delilah’s eyes. 

‘On Wednesday, at the end of the evening, you asked me a delightfully flattering question. What are your thoughts on that now?’

Delilah blushed, heat suffusing her body.  The tug of pleasure at her core reached her pussy, leaving it wet and throbbing.

She would have looked away, pulled away, but he was holding her hand, and held her gaze as well.  A shiver of pleasure ran through her.  This man would hold her accountable for what she said and did.

“I’m embarrassed about that now, Sir,” she said, “But I know that in the same situation,” she lowered her voice, “I would want to do the same thing.”

‘Thank you for your honesty, and for your trust. I appreciate that enormously. Now would you like to restrict any sexual element to just that? Or might you like me to reciprocate in some way?’

“Um,” she had not thought she could feel more embarrassed, but she had been wrong.  Not embarrassed at his words, but the images that played in her mind.  His hand between her legs, fingers stroking, probing…  Bent over the bed with him behind her… On her back with him above her, pounding into her.  

And lingering somewhere in the way back of her mind, a darker moment, pushing his way patiently into her back entrance.  She had never been taken there and was not sure she wanted to.  The thought carried a mix of anxiety and curiosity, and she felt even more aroused.

All of this flashed through her mind while she struggled to find words.  With some effort, she reminded herself he was just gathering information, it was fine.  No need to feel embarrassed.  

She laughed, “I have to admit that I am – I’m very aroused by the things we’ve done.”  Her soaking panties suggested that might be an understatement, but she went on  “I think I would like, yes, some reciprocity would make the experience even better.”

Ignoring the urge to lower her head and look away, she took a full breath, keeping her head up, eyes on Graham.  No reason for shame.

‘Thank you Delilah. I too would be very happy to explore further with you, slowly and carefully, all the things we have talked about. As we explore we will continue to talk so we will know what we want and what we don’t want. I promise to look after you and not to cause you harm.’

MG held her eyes firmly. 

‘And I will do my utmost to help you choose to submit to me and obey me.’

Delilah caught her breath.  She felt herself opening to him, and that was so arousing, she wanted to – throw herself at his feet?  Not exactly. She wanted to obey him.  Wanted to do what he told her to do.  

She thought about one of the positions she had learned Wednesday.  She couldn’t remember the name of it now – the one where she knelt and put her forehead to the floor, she wanted to do that again. 

He finished his drink and looked at his watch.

‘So what would you like to do now?’

“Oh!”  She glanced at her watch – it was later than she’d realized.  “Um, I think – I’d like to go back to my house, but I’m sure we’ll get hungry.  I do my grocery shopping tomorrow, I’m sure I don’t have much to offer.  In the way of food, I mean…  Maybe – I don’t know, what would you like to do?”

‘We can think about food later.’

MG stood and held out his hand.

‘Now I will take you home.’

Delilah stood and took his hand.  Later, she might wonder at her immediate acceptance, but in the moment, she was quite content for him to lead her.  

He had parked in a lot almost half way between her house and the restaurant, so it was easy to walk down the street with him.  She was very aware of him holding her hand, noticing that it felt different from the way a lover might hold her hand.  Somehow, he was leading her, even though she had to direct him to find the house.

He did let her lead him up the stairs to the porch, where she had a couple of wooden rocking chairs and a small table.  

She unlocked the front door, fumbling a bit under his gaze, and they stepped inside.  Passing through the small foyer into the living room, she gestured to the couch and two chairs grouped around a coffee table.  There was an end table beside the couch and another between the chairs, which were rather small recliners.  

She glanced around the room, trying to see it as if for the first time, imagining his impressions.  There were cushions on the chairs and the couch, a light throw over the back of each of the chairs.  She loved the colors she had chosen – a light grey with splashes of burgundy and touches of violet.  Original artwork graced the walls, paintings or prints she had picked up from art shows and exhibits.  The room felt warm and welcoming.

MG looked around appraisingly.

‘Very comfortable. I love the way you have decorated. And all this belongs to you, hmm?’

“Yes, of course it does,” she said, a little surprised at the question.

‘And who do you belong to, this evening?’

The question instantly dropped her from proud homeowner to submissive girl.  She felt the shift low in her belly and the throbbing between her legs.

“To you, Sir.”

‘So that means I can decide whether or not we continue our physical exploration. Here and now. Is that correct?’

“Yes, Sir,” she said, heart racing.  It was going to happen – here – in her own house.

‘Good. Please close the door then take off your shoes and put them to one side. Then wait.’

“Yes, Sir,” she said.  She was so aroused, she was surprised she could sound calm.  Although maybe her voice trembled a bit.

It took her a minute to remember that “wait” was a command that required a response beyond standing there! She moved into position, legs open, hands clasped behind her, head up, eyes down.

‘Good. Kneel.’

She knelt, careful to keep her skirt from being pinned beneath her.  Knees together, rocked back on her heels.  Uncertainly, she held her elbows behind her.  Was that right?

‘Good.’

MG walked behind her.

‘Submit.’

Ah, this was the position she had been thinking about.  Leaning forward, arms in front of her, she pressed her forehead to the floor, raising her bottom a bit.

MG reached down and raised the hem of her dress above her waist. He admired her exposed cheeks, cupping them each in turn with his hand then rubbing gently.

Her pussy throbbing, her panties soaked with proof of her arousal, Delilah moaned softly.

He took out of his pocket four long, leather bootlaces which he had doubled over and bound at the fold. They made a very compact, and deceptively effective, substitute for a martinet. He trailed the tails randomly over her cheeks for a while while continuing to admire the view, not failing to notice the visible dampness, witness to the effect of his actions. Had she been able to see, Delilah might also have noticed his own reaction.

Unembarrassed by the position she was in, Delilah squirmed, her moans increased.  She recognized the caress of the flogger from Wednesday.  Her moans of pleasure increased.

‘Now then young lady.  Kneel. I am going to tease you and flog you. What would you like me to tease and flog?’

Raising back up to kneeling position, without a thought for the consequences, Delilah said, “All of me, Sir.  Please, all of me.”

‘Tell me what you want me to do.’

She blushed.  “Yes, Sir.  I – I want you to um, what you said – to tease and flog me.”  She paused, and added quickly, “All of me, please, Sir.”  Her embarrassment faded.  She was obeying him, he had asked her and it was ok to tell him.

‘Good. Wait.’

She got to her feet, carefully positioned herself correctly.

MG stood before her and stroked her cheeks gently.

‘Good. Well done. You’re doing very well, my dear, very well indeed.’

His hands on her face were gentle, she smiled, leaning in to his touch.  His words filled her; she basked in his praise. 

‘Now then. I can only tease what I can see. Show me what you would like me to tease and flog.’

A sharp tug of arousal ran through her, at the same time she blushed again.  She wanted to tear away her clothing, feeling like it was a barrier between them – at the same time, wanting to preserve her modesty.  But the throbbing between her legs, the heat she felt overwhelmed her.

Her dress was easy to remove, she grasped the hem, pulled it over her head and off. Remembering the rule she had learned last time, she folded it neatly and placed it on one of the chairs. Stepping out of it, she stood before him in panties and bra.

Slowly, she unhooked her bra, slipped the straps off her shoulders, and exposed her breasts to his gaze.  Her breathing was ragged, so many sensations running through her.

Her panties were thongs, providing little protection anyway.  Still.  She felt as if she were removing the last barrier between them.  Drawing them slowly down her thighs, letting them drop to the floor, she bent at the knees to pick them up.  

She had been to the waxing salon on Thursday, so she felt particularly bare, only a small strip of soft curls left, as she stood back up, panties in hand.  She had tossed her bra to the chair, but now she moved quite deliberately to stand in front of it, carefully placing both panties and bra on top of her dress. 

‘Wait.’

Hesitantly, she opened her legs a bit.  Her arms behind her back emphasized her breasts and she felt very exposed.  She smiled – she was very exposed!

‘Good. Now I can see you. All of you. And I must tell you that I like what I see – you are most beautiful.’

She felt like he really saw her – and he was pleased.  Her heart opened.

‘You will remember that your legs should be a little further apart, my dear. Head up, eyes down.’

Quickly, she corrected her posture. “Thank you, Sir,” she said, although she was embarrassed at having gotten it wrong.

‘Inspection.’

Eager not to make another mistake, she opened her legs wider, realizing that she could feel the wetness between her legs on the inside of her thighs as well.  She wondered if he could tell.

She raised her arms to put her hands behind her head, grateful that her armpits were also waxed.  Straightening her posture, her breasts were really thrust forward now, and her bottom felt more exposed as well.   Nervously, she waited, head up, eyes down.

‘Now, because I can see all of you and because you asked me nicely to do so, I will tease and flog all of you.’

MG moved behind her and trailed the tails over her back and bottom. He moved to her left and  drew them up her ribs, around and over her breasts, the tips playing with her nipples as they passed, and down over the ribs on the other side. The tails moved slowly over her stomach, trailing and catching on the curls as they passed the centre line. 

He stood in front of her and once again gently stroked her cheeks before tracing his finger over her chin, down the front of her throat, discreetly between her breasts, down over her stomach, skirting her navel and coming to rest where her panties might once have begun to cover her.

‘All of you. What am I going to tease and flog?’

Delilah swallowed, her mouth was dry, she was trembling a bit.  His touch, his finger tracing her body, left her defenceless.  “All of me, Sir,” she said.

‘That’s right. And how much of you belongs to me this evening?’

She shuddered, feeling the tug of lust sweeping through her body.  “All of me, Sir,” she replied.

‘Good. Very good. All of you. Hands down, go and stand facing the door.’

A bit confused, but feeling very obedient, Delilah was happy to take her hands down.  She moved to stand facing the door.

‘Arms stretched above your shoulders, hands on the door, step back and move your feet apart. Step back a little further so you’re leaning on the door.’

Delilah obeyed.  She had not thought she could feel more exposed, but widening her stance and stepping back opened her to him even more.  Her bottom was clearly a target, but leaning on the door as she was, no part of her was protected. 

‘Good. When I say ‘Wall’ this is the position you will adopt. Understood.’

“Yes, Sir,” she said.  She felt as if the word were embedded on her body.  Wall.  If he only said that, she would be required to assume this position.  

‘Good. Now I will do with you as I please.’