your ultimate safe word is always Red, Olivia. And unlike some of your books, saying Red will not necessary end our arrangement. It should mean that I have pushed your limits as far as they can go at that particular time.
“However, blatant disobedience and disrespect will end any arrangement between us. I require your total commitment to pleasing me, and making me happy. I am very much a Dom, Olivia. I have singular tastes. I like my women submissive, obedient, sexy and compliant. I am a very sexual man, Olivia, and I enjoy fucking a woman every way she can be fucked, frequently. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I will restrain you, and have sex with you when you’re tied up. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I will spank you and occasionally I will find it necessary to use a crop or a cane, but I am not a violent man, and I will always stop when you use your safe word. However, if I think you are using that word simply to avoid punishment you deserve, I will terminate our arrangement and send you on your way.”
“Yes, Sir. I think it may be difficult sometimes, to please you.”
“So far you please me, pet. Do you have any questions?”
“Will you keep me as your pet for a long time?”
“How can I answer that when we don’t know yet how we are going to do together, Olivia? I was with my wife for nine years before she died. Francine was my pet for nearly two years until I came back to England. I still see and enjoy her occasionally. Other than that, I usually change pets every two or three months…”
“So you have me here for a good time, not a long time?” she quipped.
Graeme laughed. “You have a impertinent tongue, girl. But also a sense of humour, which you will need. How long I have you here depends entirely on how well you please me, and continue to please me.
“Now, stand up, here in front of me.”
Olivia stood.
“Take your dress off, Olivia, and drop it on the floor.”
She stared at him, but the command in his voice was compelling. Olivia unzipped the mini and peeled it off, dropping it to the floor, her eyes never leaving Graeme’s.
“Good pet. Now, unclasp your bra and drop it to the floor and then put your hands on top of your head.”
Blushing scarlet, Olivia followed his orders. He picked up his brandy from the side table and leaned back, his eyes raking her from top to bottom.
“Hmmm, your tits are bigger than I thought under the clothes you wear, Olivia. Nice, very nice. I think we’ll have some fun with those tits. I like your pink nipples. Very innocent. And your waist is slim, no tummy, yes, I like what I see, little pet.”
Graeme stood then, and walked around her. “Nice ass. In fact, great ass. You should wear thongs, Olivia, not those cotton granny panties. I don’t want to see you in anything but thongs from now on, Olivia. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ll be checking every day, Olivia, to see that you are obeying me. If I see anything but a thong, I’ll punish you.”
“Yes, sir, but I don’t own any thongs…I’ll have to buy some.”
“Yes you will…Take your panties off now, Olivia, and then bend forward and put your hands on the edge of the sofa seat.”
She did as she was told. It felt awkward. Her head was lower than her waist, and her bottom was raised in the air. Oh, she felt so naked. He could see everything! She felt his hands on her bottom, squeezing her cheeks, then pulling them apart, stroking her bottom gently, then firmly. Oh, how he was making her feel!
“Step your feet wider apart, Olivia, wider, wider…good, now just stay there while I have a look at you. You’re totally exposed to me like this, Olivia, and I must say I like the view.” Olivia’s face was burning now.
He knelt behind her. Graeme’s hands were running up and down the inside of her thighs and she felt her excitement building.
“I want to