32 Would I call you Master or Sir

Her eyes widened staring in bewilderment. With the amount of research she had done on the subject, it was something that both excited and scared her, and she wasn't exactly sure of how she felt. They had always had rough, hard sex but to submit and call herself a slave for him, she was unsure of how she felt about that. Her mind went back a few hours earlier when he had bound her wrists and played her body like a well honed instrument and realised she had already been on this road to submission without even knowing it. "You mean, like, whips and chains and things?"

"More like pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, control and obedience. I am sure what I have in mind is not as extreme as some of the things floating in her head right now," As he spoke, his hands toyed with her nipples, making her gasp and squirm not only from his touch but from the idea of giving herself so wholly to him.

"I've always been a very dominant personality, you can't argue that, I know they call me a control freak down in the research dungeon," he grinned lightening the mood a little. "Changying, this is just an extension of who I truly am. And the whips and chains, as you put it, they're just tools, toys if you will, that will bring us both pleasure." Wang hugged her to him, "You haven't shied away from anything I have given you to read or discuss with me, or anything we have done together, this is just the next natural step."

"You have been grooming me for this?" She asked, the bewilderment in her voice didn't mask her curiosity or excitement as she continued to squirm in the seat.

"No!" He exclaimed feeling her accusation in the words, "Haven't I always been a demanding and controlling man? I gave you the research originally to see how you would react, and your enjoyment at the art gallery we went to was clear for anyone to see." he smirked tweaking her nipple. Changying blushed remembering the sheer blouse and her braless state during their first date. "If you had not been so surprisingly willing and slutty that night, we may not be here right now," He chuckled, but we are and this is what I want."

There was something about his voice, when he called her a slut or used dirty talk on her that reached down and squeezed her cunt making her wetter. She flushed knowing what he said was true she was slutty for him, she enjoyed teasing him and the hungry looks he gave her that drove her own desire for him and made her bolder.

"I've dreamed of this moment from that first time we spoke down in the research dungeon," he took in her raised eyebrows, "Yes, that is when I knew I wanted you, that very first day. Intelligent, feisty, brave and wow what a rack," he squeezed her breasts again. "It took time though, to be sure, and for you not to be so scared of the tyrannical madman that stalked the halls of your workplace," he spoke easier now that she had not immediately run away from his disclosure, "So I took advantage of that time to introduce you to the things I want and need in my life, by giving you that research on slavery and submission."

"You have always been such an independent person, in your thinking and the way you live your life. In the last month I have watched your reactions to my commands, your willingness to give in and to disarm my anger when I am being a little unreasonable like Thursday night," he cupped her face and kissed her, "No one has ever understood me as you do, knowing when to give in and when to stand your ground. It amazes me daily how good you are for me." He could see the curiosity deep in her eyes as well as the love she had for him. He knew her answer already, but he needed to hear it from her. "I want to show you levels of pleasure and passion and erotic pain beyond your wildest fantasies, I want you to explore this side of my nature with me. Please my love, trust me, above all else I will keep you safe." He felt the quivers of her body as he his glided over her soft skin.

She was still silent, so he went on, "You need to understand, Changying, for me, this something I have dreamed about for months, since our first meeting long before our first date," A small frown line appeared between his eyebrows as he sat trying to read her expression. "We will take it slowly, my love, step by exquisite step, building your responses to me, mine to you. You will always be able to say no, Changying, always."

"Would I call you Master or Sir?" She asked quietly as he finally seemed to run out of words.

"No!" He shook his head, thinking of the other sex slaves and submissives he knew who called every dominant Sir or Master. "I don't want a fantasy sex slave who has no passion for the one using her. I want a real Dominant and submissive relationship, with a real woman, built on love and mutual understanding," His face softened, "I would like you to call me Mine when we are here or when you wear that necklace." He knew the place and the necklace would become unnecessary in time, but for now he would give her the props necessary to accept her place even though she was far more submissive than any woman he had ever dated before that hadn't been trained to be so.