His little Dove

Part 4:

Dove walked in just as I was finishing a phone call, it was the second of two calls I had received that night. The first one was inviting me and my friend to a public play party, the second was inviting me to a private one. As I hung up and looked at her I thought to myself, "Man, it doesn't rain until it literally pours." I wanted to take her to a party in the worse kind of way, but I just wasn't sure if I wanted to take her to the one that was public so she could see different techniques or to the one that was private that would not only show techniques but also a scene that would involve sexual penetration. The first party was starting at 7pm and the second was to be later for a few of the participants from the first. Should we maybe do both? I wondered.

Dove had been asking about floggers and other things we hadn't done yet, so I knew she was curious, and what better way than to show her first what it would be like before trying it out on her. I shrugged as I sat down and motioned for her to join me. "Come here love, I have something I need to ask you."

Once Dove was seated next to me I explained about the two parties and asked if she would like to go to one of them. I explained the difference between public and private parties. She seemed apprehensive but intrigued by the idea of both types of events. I further explained the benefits of both parties and left her pondering the different aspects and also I left it up to her to which she would want to attend or both.

"So, let me get this straight," she began, "The public party shows nothing sexual, just people getting whipped, or flogged or some other form of demonstration and the private party is like that too but sexual contact takes place?" I nodded my head that yes she understood perfectly the differences between the two. "And we can go to both if I want?" Again I nodded my head and smiled, I knew with this little sensuous creature that the private party would hold more appeal to her, but I also knew just how curious she is about what goes on at the public scenes. I also knew I would get the next question I was asked. "If we go, we just watch, right? I don't get touched by anyone else but you, and not in front of anyone else?" "No, love, we won't be playing at either one, this is just to watch…this time." I smiled as I paused before adding "this time" knowing that it would play on her mind all evening.

We had our dinner and showered and got dressed to go out. I thought about whether or not she was truly ready to witness what she would be exposed to at the different parties. So far we had only engaged in some sensory play as I have described in my prior stories here, and a few otk spankings. But this that she would see would be quite different. I guess I knew deep down that my little dove was a pain slut waiting to emerge from her cocoon and tonight would surely open the door and allow her to see that for herself.

After months of watching her and seeing what she does to push herself physically, the way she exercises until she aches, always tackling tasks with as much physical energy she can muster, I knew that once we crossed that threshold where pain meets pleasure that there would be no turning back for her. Yes, she was what I called at the time, a pain slut in waiting.

The closer it got to being time to leave the quieter she got, I wondered if she was really ready for this, I know firsts can be a time of great anxiety and it sometimes is hard to gauge when the anxiety level reaches a point where it becomes too intense and you need to back off. The Dominant beast within me at such times desires to push, but the romantic Dominant in me wants to scoop her up and hold her till she feels safe and sure about herself and things again. Hopefully in times such as that all Dominants find a way to allow the two sides to merge so that they can be both firm and yet loving.

I sat her back down to talk some more, I squatted down in front of her and took her nervous hands into mine, "Honey, are you sure you want to do this? It's okay if you don't, I will understand. I know going to these kinds of things for the first time is a little scary, I just don't want you doing something that you find "too" scary, scary to the point it won't be enjoyable for you."

She smiled so easy and told me she was okay, she had butterfly's but half of that was excitement mixed with the nervousness, she said she wanted to go, wanted to see what it was like. So we did. We got in the car and as we drove and then pulled up in front of where the public party was going to be and I asked her one last time if she was sure.

When we got inside we walked around and looked at the different vendors, I bought a new flogger and a few other things, which I took back to the door and asked if they could hold my package until we left. We walked around until she saw something that caught her attention, we sat down and watched as a Master had his bound sub to a spanking bench and was using a cane on her. There was no complete nudity, but the submissive was in a bathingsuit, and my little dove watched intently as the scene unfolded. Dove looked as if she were in a trance as the Master flicked the cane with a flick of his wrist. She was in awe of both the Dominant and his obvious skill and at the submissive who took each of the stinging blows that produced the most exquisite little welts that I recognized as ones that would fade before the night was gone. The girl only flinched a few times towards the end of the scene but the look in her eyes as the tears slowly seeped from them and fell over her cheeks had my Dove breathless and holding my hand tightly in hers.

We continued to sit and watch as the Dominant cared tenderly for his freshly caned charge, the unmistakable trust exchanged between the two was immeasurable. I am still, after several years have gone past, unsure if it was the caning itself or that exchange that held Dove so in awe of them.

After a while we silently got up from where we sat and I put my arm around her as we went on to find a demonstration showing a flogging. We got lucky that night and was able to see a skilled Master using duel floggers. The submissive was a nice warm pink and Dove was breathless. I held her close to me as we stood and watched. Like the scene we had just witnessed with the caning, once the flogging was over the Dominant tenderly cared for the submissive. Dove turned and buried her face against my chest. She hadn't spoken a word in over an hour and I could tell her emotions were running deep. It was time to leave so she could gather her thoughts and feelings before going to the private party or make the decision to go home.

We collected the package they were holding at the door for us and we got in the car and left. Still she was silent as we drove to a nearby café and had some coffee. She was so lost in thought it made me nervous. Finally I asked her if she wanted to continue on tonight or go home. She looked at me with all the innocence of a child and said she wanted to continue, she said she needed to, but was unable to put into words why she had that need. I understood, she was on a journey, a quest to understand herself, to meet and embrace the submissive inside of her. So we left for the next party.

Back in the car she looked at the bag in the back seat and asked if she could see the flogger. I nodded that she could, so she reached back and pulled it from the bag. She looked at the braided handle and the workmanship in which it was made. She felt and gauged the weight of it, I smiled to myself, my little curious Dove, there is just no end to her curiosity.

She seemed almost surprised when the car came to a stop and I turned of the engine. She had lost track of the time and distance we traveled as she examined each purchase we had made.

I reached over and squeezed her hand and asked one last time if she was ready. Another big smile, she seemed calmer somehow, and said she was ready. We walked into the small house of my friend, only 3 other couples were invited to this and they were already there. After introductions were out of the way I watched as Dove looked at each of the subs sitting on floor pillows at their Master's feet, all the rest of the furniture except for 4 chairs had been removed to help open the space of the room to scene. She looked at me quizzical as if to ask if this was expected. Still holding her hand I pulled her close and kissed her temple and asked if she wanted to sit on the floor, next to me on the arm of the chair or on my lap? I whispered that I wanted her to be herself, and not do anything she felt was expected of her, because nothing was. She still opted to sit on a pillow at my feet but held onto my hand as if it were a security blanket.

After we were seated the host and his submissive, the same two that had demonstrated the caning back at the other party, who had left the room for a moment reentered the room, this time she was completely nude. They walked to the center of the room where he gave his first command, "lift your hair" he said. Immediately her arms moved and lifted her hair from her neck. In his hand he held a collar, he slipped the leather band around her neck and snapped it in back. Dove actually flinched when she heard it click.

The submissive's nipples grew instantly hard at the sound. I looked over to Dove and the clingy blouse she was wearing, yes, the sound did indeed have a profound effect on her as well.

The leather collar that had been attached to around the submissive's neck had two D-rings, one in the front for times when he chose to use a leash and one in back which he would be using tonight. His next command was for her to present her wrists where he attached fur lined leather cuffs. He then fastened each wrist to the D-Ring at the back of her collar.

He came around to stand in front of her, touching her softly, squeezing her breasts and then tweaking her nipples. His grip around her nipples must have gotten tighter and more intense because she winced and pulled away by instinct and gave off a little yelp. He smiled and turned and picked up the gag he wanted to use. She sighed but opened her mouth to obey his wish.

The guests in the room were silent as we watched our host continue teasing his fingertips over his submissive. He ran them down over her sides and down her legs. We heard her moan softly under her gag as he knelt down and placed a spreader bar between her feet. He tapped lightly against her ankle with his finger. She immediately spread her legs wide...my little Dove as well as every other submissive in the room jumped just slightly as they heard the click of the fasteners hooking onto the ends of the bar.

He motioned for one of the men in the room and he rose and walked out, my thoughts were that it was by prior arrangement that he had elicited his help with something. A few moments later he came back in carrying a step stool where he stepped up on and fastened a rope to a ceiling hook that just minutes before held a hanging lamp. The rope was brought down and tied to the submissives wrists that were locked behind her head to her collar and pulled tight that caused the submissive to stand as straight as the spreader bar would allow and slightly on her toes. The step stool was then removed and the second man retook his seat.

Our host was now ready to add his final touch before beginning anything else. He lowered a fur-lined blindfold down over her eyes. I watched as Dove's breathing changed along with the submissive who was now tethered from the ceiling with her arms locked in place and legs spread wide with the spreader bar.

Once again he stood before her; he touched her nipples again taking them between his fingers he pinched them, rolling them harder than he had before. The pleasure of his touch showed prominently as her thighs began to tremble.  Her bound body moved slightly as if trying to feel more of him. He released her nipples from his fingers she whimpered softly at the loss of his touch. My Dove swallowed hard as she watched transfixed to the scene unfolding before her. The room echoed with small mmmm's as each submissive uttered together as the Master placed tweezer-style nipple clamps to the sub's hardened nipples.

The small chain that hung from the one joining her breasts hung down and he squatted before her, she whimpered and moan softly under the gag as she felt his hands between her wide spread thighs she knew what he was going to do. He whispered softly to her to help soothe and calm her, "shhhhhhhhhh--it's ok, little one" and to the sound of his voice she was reassured and immediately soothed, she relaxed, and he continued to place the clamp on the end of the chain to her clit. My little Dove tried as hard as she could to stifle the shiver that ran through her body.

I reached out to stroke her hair as she sat at my feet, I knew as we watched the Master stand and walk behind the submissive that what was about to be seen would be Dove's first real taste of what can go on between a Master and his slave, I knew that the feelings from what she was about to see would change her somehow, I could only hope it wouldn't be one from her curious and willing state to one of fear. She looked at me a little timidly and I smiled at her to silently reassure her that it was going to be ok.

He picked up a paddle and I think every sub in the room save the one tied, moved closer to their owners, as if seeking a silent protective bond, Dove was no different. She laid her head over onto my leg; I continued to stroke her hair, letting her know I was right there and that all was fine. When the sound of the first smack resounded through the room her arm went around my leg and she held onto me tightly.

We all watched, as the submissive's body rocked with each blow delivered to her ever-reddening ass. Before long it was glowing with heat, she would tense before each strike fell across one cheek then the next. There weren't that many smacks, but enough to turn her a bright red, her head dangled much as the rope tied to hold up would allow when he finally stopped. I heard Dove exhale; it was then that I realized she had been holding her breath throughout the short spanking.

Our host, the Master, walked back to the front of his submissive, his hand went between her parted legs and stroked her throbbing clit still pinched and held tightly within the grasp of the clamp he had placed around it just minutes before. He withdrew his fingers and showed the room just how wet she was, she moaned behind her gag, so obviously close to a climax, she whimpered at the denial of her pleasure.

He picked up a few clothespins and began to circle her nipples that were still pinched by the clamps. Her body was trembling more and more as each pin pinched and held fast to her skin. I could feel Dove's own trembling vibrate up my leg that she still tightly held on to. The trembling only intensified as Dove looked on and watched the Master select a crop and begin to flick it on the sides of the bound lady's thighs, he went from one side to the other then to the inside of her thighs. The girl moaned and tried to move away from the sting, or was she trying to move towards them for even more? Her sweet moans filled the air of the room, shattering the silence like broken glass. Dove's heart pounded and I could feel it through her chest and vibrating up my leg.

He walked behind her again still holding the crop in his hand, he worked it against the girls wet pussy, sliding it back and forth, her muffled moans grew more urgent and just before he allowed her a release to cum he began to lightly smack the end of the crop against her throbbing pinched clit. The pain mixed with pleasure sent the girl over the edge, her body shook with a great intensity, as the stifled moans became muffled screams of ecstasy behind her gagged mouth.

There was no waiting for the girls orgasm to subside, he picked up a flogger and began to strike it with a medium style force behind it against the backs of her legs. He moved upward to her still very pink ass and then up her back. She began to sag against her restraints, she was at this point, allowed to cum at will for she had no more control over it, she had passed that point of being able to control the orgasms. Dove's breathing like each of submissive's in the room was labored as the excitement built in each of them.

Suddenly he began to slow down, and then stopped. He walked back in front of her and began to remove the pins and clamps, new waves of ecstasy rocked through as each one was removed. Now the blindfold, the gag, a shared deep kiss as he picks up the crop and turns it, her legs still parted, his left hand at the back of her head the crop in his right, her pussy dripping wet and the handle sliding in deep. The girl screamed as she came again and then sagged against her Master, laying her head against him as best she could. He looks over her shoulder to each of us in the room and nods. The men all rise and help our subs to stand; we each quietly left without disturbing the girl's subspace.

The drive home was quiet. When we pulled up in front of her apartment, I got out and walked around to open her door, tears were silently falling over her cheeks. I pulled her up into my arms and held her tightly. I felt like she wasn't going to be able to stand on her own let alone walk, so after a few minutes a picked her up and cradled her in my arms and carried her to the door.

I got the door opened and carried Dove in and sat her on the couch. I stroked her hair and held her face in my hands as I told her I would be right back, I just needed to lock the front door. She reminded me about the package in the car but I didn't want to leave her alone for that long. However she insisted I go out and bring it in all just the same, stating that a package, any package left out in plain sight might give a curious passerby enough ample curiosity to bust out a window and take it, so I reluctantly returned to the car and retrieved the bag and brought it in.

Once back inside I locked the door and pulled the small curtain closed we had finally hung over the small window. I walked back over to the couch where she was sitting and leaning against the arm with her knees drawn up close to her chest. She straightened her legs and I sat on the edge as close as I could to her. I reached for her hands and felt how cold they were, I was worried about what she was thinking.

"Talk to me, Love, what's going on with your thoughts over seeing all you did tonight?"

"I just didn't know that it would be so—so—so intense." She whispered in broken sobs.

"Intense how? Try to explain it sweetie, take your time, gather your thoughts and I'll get you some juice."

I got up and walked over to the kitchen and poured her a big glass of orange juice. I brought it back to her telling her to take small sips. The same thing I would do if it had been her in the scene tonight, I felt the emotions that stemmed from what she saw tonight was having some of the same effects a scene would produced so I wanted to bring her sugar levels back up as naturally as I could. She took a sip as her eyes watched me and could see the concern I had. She smiled at long last said, "Well, first of all, I'm ok, so please stop worrying." I brushed the hair away from her face that had fallen onto her cheek and helped to wipe her tears away.

"Talk to me my Dove, tell me what you're thinking."

"I don't know what I'm thinking, I don't know the right words to use. I guess I just didn't expect it be so intense."

"Intense how love? Intense for the submissives you watched tonight? Or intense for you and what it's making you feel? Are you intrigued? Scared? Repulsed?" Although I knew the last question wasn't it, if she had been repulsed I would have known long before now.

"No, I'm not repulsed, I'm not even scared, but I don't think intrigued is quite the right word either."

"Then what love, what is it? Can you try to tell me?"

She sat up straighter and brought her legs up again causing me to have to move a little and she reached over to sit the juice down, tears were threatening to spill from her big blue eyes again, "Steve…" she whispered with a trembling voice, "I don't know how to say this, but I want what that girl had tonight. I want what I read in her expressions and heard in her sighs and moans. I want to find that peace that shown in her eyes when she heard her Master's voices or felt his hands on her body. I want to know that kind of peace."

I smiled as she wrapped her arms around my neck and laid her head on my shoulder and cried softly. I hadn't realized just how intently she watched, but that was so very obvious, she had read more into the deeper reactions and the meaning then just seeing it as an erotic event.

We sat there with me holding her for a long time, I let her cry it all out and when she finally sighed I asked her if she were ready for bed. With her head still against my shoulder she shook her head yes, and whispered about how tired she was. She pulled back so I could see her face again and I handed her back her juice and told her she needed to finish it. She drank almost all of it and I kissed her. I had only meant the kiss to be sweet and reassuring, but it turned into a nice deep passionate kiss. I lifted her up just as I had done outside and carried her to bed.

I slowly undressed her and myself and climbed into bed with her. I made love to her, soft, gentle, and tender unhurried love. We fell asleep holding each other close, her head on my chest, and my hand resting as it cradled her.