This is Part XIV 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.

MG relaxed contentedly on the bed. It had been a wonderful day. They had decided to spend their Saturday together, starting with coffee in the café near Delilah’s house and then driving out to the hills nearby. They had walked and talked, enjoying the exchanges and the silences between. He smiled as he remembered Delilah’s reaction when, finding themselves in a secluded glade, he had told her to strip and stand for inspection. He had enjoyed stroking and teasing her for a short moment in the fresh air, leaving a handprint on each cheek as he told her to get dressed again.

They had found somewhere to eat and then made their way home to MG’s house. The afternoon had flown by as MG teased and flogged Delilah, making her wait from time to time in various positions while he made coffee or simply admired her. One thing had led to another and now they were both contentedly tired and, temporarily at least, sated.

Delilah still couldn’t quite believe she had taken her clothes off in the woods.  It wasn’t the kind of thing she had ever done before, and it had been a real test of obedience, at least at first.  

But once she had shyly taken off her clothes, hanging them on a low tree limb, she discovered a new sense of freedom.  She felt like a wood nymph with her human lover – a lover who didn’t hesitate to play with her body, or smack her bottom.

And the afternoon back at his house had been a delight.  Embarrassing, even humiliating at times, but she loved it so much.  She felt like she had been put through her paces as he toyed with her.

And it had led to such a satisfying conclusion.  She sighed with contentment. 

MG caressed her red behind and traced the lines on her back as Delilah lay naked astride his leg, her head on his shoulder, nuzzling his neck.

Delilah felt like she could stay right here forever.

‘Sir Alan and I are thinking about doing a joint demonstration at the club soon. He’ll do some rope work I expect and I might do something with a flogger, perhaps other implements too. I’m trying to think of who I might ask to sub for me.’

“Oh.”  Delilah quit nuzzling his neck.  She lay very still, letting her feelings wash over her.  

They had talked about this a little bit before.  She knew that he would play with other people.  She knew this was completely normal in the world of BDSM.  He was considered an expert in some areas and was often invited to do demonstrations of his skills.

But she had not seen him playing with anyone else the times they had been at the club.  She was a bit dismayed to realize that despite her efforts to be perfectly ok with this, she was jealous at the very idea.

However, she was determined not to let some petty jealousy come between them. She bit her lip.

“Oh, that sounds like it would be fun.  Who are you thinking about asking?”

‘I don’t really know. Do you have an idea? Does anyone spring to mind?’

“I don’t…” Delilah tried to think about the few people she’d met at the club.  She wondered why he was asking her if she had an idea – he knew all those people lots better than she did!

Unless – 

Oh.  Unless he meant – she pulled back to look at him. “Unless, I mean, I don’t, I guess – are you thinking I could maybe do it?”

MG raised an eyebrow, his face impassive.

‘Of course not.’

Wounded, Delilah looked away.  Of course he didn’t want her to do it.  A familiar sense of shame bubbled up.  Why did she even think he might want her to do it?

There was a glint in MG’s eye now. 

‘Unless you ask me nicely, that is.’

“Unless I… but if you don’t want me to…” her voice trailed off.  

‘My sweet girl, do you really think I wouldn’t want you to?’

Relief flooded her.  She shrugged, “I mean, you know all those women there better than me,” her smile was a bit shaky.  

“And if I did it – would I have to – I mean – what would I wear?”

‘My lovely Delilah, I may not have known you long but I feel I know you better than any of those girls. And to answer your question, I would want my sub to wear a pretty string.’

“Mmmmm, sweet,” she said, nuzzling his neck again, delighted that he wanted her.  

Then – “A pretty string?  You mean – just – oh.”  One look at him and she knew he did mean just that.  Practically naked.  In front of lots of other people!

Flooded with a mix of feelings, she stammered, “But I’ve never…I don’t… but I guess…” Thinking about the women she’d seen naked or half-naked at the club, and even some men, she realized that was pretty normal in that space.  

She would be just like the other girls.

That thought was bitter sweet.  A sense of belonging mixed with the fear of losing what made her unique.  Something to think about later.

Right now, lying with her Sir, wearing the marks of their play on her bottom, she snuggled into him.  

“Yes, Sir, please, I’d love to do that.”

‘I said I’d do something with a flogger’ he squeezed her bottom ‘with which you are already familiar.’

“Oh, cool!  I like that.”

‘And think I might like to demonstrate how to introduce a new implement to a sub. What might I choose do you think?’

“Hmmm.  I guess – maybe – but everything else seems kind of scary to me.  Crops and whips and canes… what else is there?”

MG continued to caress her behind and stroke her hair. His voice was thoughtful as he continued. 

‘Perhaps too soon for whips, I think. There are paddles and tawses of course, crops as you mentioned. And of course canes, there’s an idea.’

Delilah closed her eyes.  After the caning demonstration she had witnessed, that scared her the most.  But – she opened her eyes, took a breath, and said, “Yes.  There are canes.”

He squeezed each of her cheeks gently, one after the other. 

‘Who do these belong to?’

“To you, Sir,” and if she felt a bit of pouty reluctance to admit it, the words sent the familiar tug of lust through her core.

‘Mmm. And how much do you trust me?’

She smiled, “I trust you enough that I belong to you.”

‘Good. So what can I do with them?’

With a tiny sigh, she said, “Whatever you like, Sir.”  As she said it, her reluctance faded and she snuggled back into him.  

She would never have believed she could feel this way, but there was a deep contentment knowing that she didn’t have to make these choices.

‘So for my demonstration I would start by flogging my sub, front and back. Suspended perhaps, hmm. And then I would introduce her to the cane. Yes, that might work well.’

“Suspended, Sir?”  She pictured herself hanging in the air, her feet off the ground, arms aching immediately.  

‘Not hanging, just arms held up. Like the first demo you saw, remember?’

“Oh, yes.”  She paused.  Pictured herself displayed like that while he flogged and caned her.  Scary and exciting, like so many things lately, she thought wryly.  Humiliating and so arousing.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, slowly tracing circles on his arm with one finger, admiring his muscles.  “I would like to be your demo sub, please.”

‘Then you must ask me and tell me exactly what I should do to you.’ 

She sighed, with a touch of annoyance. “Siiirrr.” She rolled her eyes, then hoped he hadn’t noticed.  “Okay.  Would you please use me as your demo sub at the club?  Would you please flog me, um, front and back, teasingly, like you do, and then -” she took a breath, this was more difficult – “would you please introduce me to the cane?  Very gently?”

MG delivered a sharp whack to each of Delilah’s buttocks.

‘Try again.’

“Ow!” but she was laughing, “Ok, ok,” and she repeated the request.  It was easier to ask this time, until she got to the caning, and it was still difficult to ask to be introduced to the cane – although it sent waves of arousal through her body.

And maybe that was what made it difficult to ask.  Knowing that although the idea of pain made her want to avoid it, some part of her loved obeying Sir Graham even more. 

‘Much better. Yes my dear girl, you may be my sub. That will please me enormously.’

Delilah sighed with contentment now.  She loved to hear that.

MG squeezed each cheek gently. 

‘Who do these belong to?’

“To you, Sir,” she said happily.

‘And who do you belong to?’

“To you, of course, my Sir.”  

‘And who will decide how I tease you and flog you, hmm? And cane you?’

Laughing, she said, “You will, Sir.  I know that. You will.”

‘That’s right. Very good. And who will look after you?’

This time she teared up a little bit.  “You will, Sir,” she said, thinking she had never felt quite that way before. 

‘That’s right. And do you trust me to look after you?’

“Mmmmm,” snuggling even closer to him, “Yes, Sir.  I do trust you.”

‘Good girl.’

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

At home again the next afternoon, Delilah replayed those moments that reminded her how much she really trusted Sir Graham.  She trusted him not to harm her, but beyond that, she trusted him to take care of her.  

She tried to remember the last time she’d felt that way about anyone.  Not any of the relationships she’d had.  The men she’d dated expected her to take care of herself, and of course she could do that.  

Even her parents when she was young.  Her mother had been busy with her own career and social activities.  Her father had been interested in educating her and molding her.  It wasn’t that they didn’t care about her, they just didn’t think she needed to be taken care of.

‘And I don’t,’ she thought, ‘I can take care of myself. But it feels so good to feel like I don’t have to.  To know that Sir Graham is looking out for me.’

It fit with the connections she was making between BDSM and trauma.  Not that it was traumatic exactly, being expected to be responsible for herself from an early age.  But – it felt so healing to feel that she would be taken care of!

Scary, of course.  If he let her down… well, she wouldn’t even think about that right now.  She’d think about the litany of questions he asked that tied her to him.

Who do these belong to?  Who do you belong to?  Who will decide what happens?  Who will look after you?

“You will, Sir,” she said out loud, then shook her head.  “Talking to yourself now,” she laughed.  “You’re a bit of a mess.  And I don’t care.”

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

MG arrived at her door and rang the bell. 

Delilah was ready.  Sir Graham had given her instructions on how to dress, which she appreciated.  She had bought a new dress for the occasion – a gown, really, but a simple one.  Deep purple, in a silky material, with cap sleeves and a v-neck. The bodice was form fitting, the skirt fell more loosely, with a slit on one side.  Elegant without being showy.  Over it, she wore a soft, silky jacket with flowing lines.

In contrast, beneath it, she wore only a purple thong, an elaborate butterfly embroidered on the front and, of course, practically nothing in back.  She felt very naked under the dress, glad that the jacket covered her nipples, which were quite hard.  Her panties, soaked already, were further proof of her arousal.     

Finally, she was carrying a small overnight bag with a few necessary items.  She stood, a bit uncertainly, in front of Sir Graham, hoping he was satisfied.

MG nodded in approval, quite sure she had followed his instructions.

‘You are very beautiful my sweet Delilah. Ready?’

“Thank you!” she said, “you look – very Domly tonight.  I love it.”

They were silent as they drove the well-known route towards the club. As they approached, MG put a hand on Delilah’s knee. 

‘Who will look after you this evening?’

Pulled out of her anxious, excited thoughts, she smiled.  “You will, Sir.”

‘That’s right. I will. How are you feeling?’

“I’m ok, I think.  A little nervous, but that’s to be expected, I think.”

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

They sat in the café with a drink and chatted quietly. After a while Sir Alan and Carol joined them. As MG and Sir Alan discussed the details of the demonstration, Carol turned to Delilah.

‘First demo! And it seems like only last week you were watching me on stage! Are you ok?’

Gratefully, Delilah turned to her.  “I think I am!  I am super nervous, but I know Sir will take care of me.”

“He will,” Carol nodded.  “You’re lucky.  Lots of subs here would love to be his demo model.  You don’t have anything to worry about – but I know it’s scary the first time.”  She paused.  “It’s a little bit scary every time, but totally worth it.”

Delilah said, “I can see how that would be true.  Have you been doing this – all of this – for a long time?”

“Yes! Practically forever,” Carol laughed.  “Well, not forever, but Sir Alan and I have been together for almost 10 years.  He – and Sir Graham – were a couple of the founding members of the club 20 years ago.  I started coming here about, oh, about 12 years ago.  It took a while for me to figure out that Sir Alan was the right Dom for me.”

Suddenly realizing that the two men had fallen quiet and were looking at them, Carol turned to Sir Alan.  “Isn’t that right, Sir?  It took me a while to realize you were really my Master.”

‘It did.’

Sir Alan smiled warmly. 

‘For such an intelligent girl you were really quite slow off the mark, weren’t you?’

Carol laughed, “Well, I had reason to be.”

Sir Alan turned conspiratorially to Delilah.

‘It was worth the wait though. But don’t tell her I said that, she might get ideas above her station.’

Delilah laughed, delighted in how comfortable this exchange felt.

MG smiled encouragingly at Delilah.

‘Time we were off I think. Bathroom first and we’ll see you downstairs?’

“Oh!  Already?  Yes, Sir, of course.”  She thought the butterflies in her tummy probably matched the one on her string.  She and Carol began to gather themselves, preparing to move.