A few days had passed since that first kiss and Christian's first visit. A few days Elena kept thinking of how the rest of that day passed with low, sultry kisses and as well as the introduction of touches. Elena taught him the art of kissing beyond the basic French type, especially concerning the dancing of the tongues. Still, she made sure to be the one to take charge.
She also allowed him a bit of curiosity when he got bold and explored her body beyond the small of her waist. During a particularly frisky instance, he caressed her buttocks and felt up her breasts, over her clothes. Unfortunately, Elena learned the hard way he did not like his chest or torso to be touched in any way, when she tried to guide into stripping off his top. He froze completely, just before his hands flashed from her breasts to her wrists. She hadn't noticed the little circle marks near his collarbone before when he was shirtless, but accepted it as own of his first hard limits. If anything, it would prove as leverage later on if he displeased her - strapping him onto the bed or bounding him some other way would she have unrestricted access to those muscles, where his pain would be her pleasure. Still she hoped later on as they continue to familiarize themselves with each other would this unfounded phobia disappear - she quite liked to caress the physique of her submissives.
The grandfather clock Linc inherited from his grandparents clocked loudly at 6 sharply, slightly startling Elena and Christian. In that moment she wanted nothing more than smash that stupid antique into scraps with her bare hands. When she looked at the boy, he seemed to look quite dazed - her lipstick smeared over his lips, hair wild and disheveled, bulge very noticeable in his pants. He eyed at her with a look of expectancy, as if Elena would continue to smother her mouth to his.
That sense of privilege enticed her rage, and with a flick of her hand she slapped him again in a heat of the moment. She didn't fully realize her arm lifted until his head sharply turn ninety degrees to the left, and he blinked when he cam back to reality.
With the fun done, albeit sourly, now came the time to set up the foundation, for their ... this new transactions. And she was pleased with what she was set up initially.
Elena sent the boy home by stating the fact he'll be late for dinner, before leaving the living room before he got any more ideas from her.
She believed she heard Grace mentioning a possible family trip to Carrick's parents in Portland this weekend, hence he hasn't came back for seconds yet. This left a perfect opportunity for her to calculate her future step. Elena foresaw the next time she received him, she would be waiting with the dominant/submissive contract, ready to explain and ready for his affirmation to please. On the other palm, Elena had reluctantly came to the begrudging conclusion that the BDSM aspect was too soon to be brought up, but knew a foundation with rules and guidelines must be established and agreed to by both parties. The most basic of the regulations, clearly, had to center about Christian's commitment to keeping this newfound bond between them and only them before anything else can follow.
The next installing had to be what they were going to be and what this relationship would consist of. Both of the pair already gave the hint they weren't in for an indefinite span of a little smooching and fondling. She didn't need him to clearly state to her word-by-word that they both wanted a mutually-beneficial sexual relationship, but she wasn't doing a horny, teenage delinquent with anger and touch issues the favors he desperately needed by spreading her legs. First, she had to whip him into shape - not literally, sadly. A good submissive had to behave, be obedient - not reckless and hotheaded. Her mother's words suddenly crossed her minds. "Boys who think with their dick would do anything for the pussy." Dangling the most scandalous and wildest of his wet dreams would be like a string with a cat - order him follow commands, and importantly behave. The beginning of their relationship will revolve around the improvements in his behavior would result in a reward - any continuations or regressions did she discover will have him dismissed from her house without a touch (or an unanticipated slap). Elena had been contemplating introducing pain as a measure of discipline, given he had no problem with a strike in the face the first time, or the second, but she held off on it for now. Maddening, yes, but at this early stage, necessary. Instead, she will slowly been introducing swats to his hands whenever he had gotten too bold to explore more of her body or if he failed to follow her orders. She, however, still didn't have a set deadline of when to properly introduce him to kink, let alone actually use it. There are many forms of BDSM that be explored in a non-sexual way, but Elena's own methods were so infused with her sexual pleasure she had begun to think she couldn't bring up her alternative lifestyle until they were well sexually active and him being at a sufficient expertise to satisfy her, which again Elena knew was a long way away. Just like the Masters and Mistresses she had come to know in her world, she had to exercise good patience, especially since she was to train a complete newbie to the world.
The terms of the relationship kept seeping to Elena's mind as she went about the day - brunch with the other socialite wives of successful businessmen, meetings with her husband's investors on why they, associate financiers to the lumber industry, could possibly see profit in funding a high-end beauty salon start-up and why it was a bad idea to upset the wife of the CEO of their main investment. She took the breaks and empty moments of her day to contemplate, and it took some more afterthought that seeped late until she came home, but ultimately the best solution was of two Elena juggled in contemplation - either introduce the BDSM contract as it was, but with the assurance it won't be acted out until much later, or she would have to draw up a completely different contract.
What Elena needed was a new submissive of course, and although he needed the behavioral reform as well, the true purpose of what Christian needed had to be ... therapeutic.
The boy had his demons - anyone who spent five minutes around him could tell, and that was the main drive behind the self-destructive behavior, as any person who read the psychology page on Wikipedia could tell. She didn't hear a lot of his therapy sessions with his doctor from Grace - Fletcher? Flynn? - but again it didn't take a spacecraft scientist to figure out he didn't open up like a book. What she had to offer was different, and specifically cater more to him than to her. Ultimately, could this ... sex therapy be the answer? She briefly thought of when her old Dominant had introduced her to the lifestyle, Master Jonathan. After the death of her mother, Elena had went through ghastly, darker paths then the ones Christian is currently on, until that fateful day where she almost died and Master Jonathan saw someone to save. And he did - without his help, she wouldn't be the powerful person she was today. If Elena could be what Master Jonathan had been to her, would the cycle repeat and give another powerful person?
Perhaps Elena owes him a visit soon.
She needed the validation from him regardless. The rational portion of her brain disapproved of the fact that, in simplest terms, she molested a teenager of questionable consent (defined by the criminal justice system in sexually-based offenses). And not just some random teenager - one that hit too close for comfort. Hence, Elena reasoned with herself why she needed to take this journey slow as too not provoke the boy into doing something he'll come to regret. Perhaps she just needs more affirmation. Truthfully, there was a certain appeal to personally training a sub on one's own - she'll take no one's 'sloppy seconds' who were used to the ways of a different dominant or dominatrix and wouldn't need to conform to her needs or she theirs. The exclusivity of tailoring the boy to pleasure her body was quite appealing. The attraction was there too. Yet, she felt no moral or ethic dilemma - not that it would have bothered her anyhow.
And speaking of absolute honesty, Elena didn't deny she felt a rush of excitement of the forbidden nature of what would come. She welcomed the small rush of adrenaline of breaking a taboo - the slow seduction of a teenager of great physical allure that fit the 'bad boy' stereotype the little girl inside her craved, fornicating with his mother's best friend in the not-so innocent of ways. The high of keeping it a secret, the little stares and subtle body signals they'll send when in public around another. And when they were alone, the sensations of his mouth on hers, his hands on her bare breasts and buttocks, her hands on his strong biceps, his cock pumping into her vagina, in and out-
Elena felt the sensation of her fingers trail up her inner thighs, up her pencil skirt to the fabric of her lace panties. Her manicured nails circled her vaginal lips as she savored the images in her mind, plunging a finger in as she dreamed of him - tied in red rope to the posters of her playroom bed in blood red covers, face in pained ecstasy as she straddled him above, whip in hand as she rode him-
She decided in that moment that she will help the boy without any more mental resistance - and in helping him, she'll also help herself.
The next time Christian came, she'll be prepared with the terms on printed ink and pen on top. All she needed now was for the boy's signature in declaration he was willing to be helped. The fantasies will begin soon...
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