Master of the Road, page 6
After getting her outfit, we stop and have lunch at Sushi Doraku, while we’re close. Then, Darcie drives us back to the house. I catch up on correspondence for about an hour, and Darcie studies for her driving test. I end up making a couple of video calls to resolve a few issues on my current project, while Darcie throws her dress in the washer for a quick rinse.
Once I’m done, we’ve digested enough to work out. I have Darcie strip down to her panties, and I pull on a pair of shorts. We head to the garage, and I introduce her to a basic eighteen-minute workout. We’ve both got a good sweat going by the time we’re done. Then, I take her through a basic Sun Salutation yoga routine. When we finish, I throw her over my shoulder, which elicits a squeal of delight, and carry her upstairs for a quick shower. After, we hurriedly dress. Darcie dons her sundress fresh from the dryer and adds the new sandals. I dress in chinos, a similar blue-striped Oxford, loafers, and grab a blue blazer. We grab water refills as we head out the door.
We take the I-17 to Greenway and head down 7th Ave to Bernadette’s townhouse in Moon Valley. I pull into the circular drive and park just past the door.
We’re met at the door by a male I don’t recognize, though he’s got the same empty eyes as Darcie’s friend from yesterday. I think to myself, “Wow! Two new ones in two days. How can that be a coincidence?” The man introduces himself as Maurice and leads us through the entryway and through already-opened French doors into Bernadette’s salon.
Bernadette Pasquale is standing in front of her chaise lounge, waiting to greet us. Records indicate she’s sixty-two years old, but you would never know it from looking at her. Bernadette looks more like a retired actress in her early forties than she does a grandmother. Her whole body is lean and her skin is firm. Her limbs have a lean appearance that makes her look strong and sexy at the same time. She’s 5’8” with dark brown, wavy hair that’s currently in an intricate up-do, but which I recall generally hangs just long enough to tickle her nipples when it’s down. She also has soulful brown eyes and full D-cup breasts that defy gravity, with rich brown areolae and large nipples. She also has a narrow waist, even without a corset, flared hips, and just barely enough roundness to her tushy to keep my attention. She’s currently wearing a cream, brocade corset under her naked breasts, which highlights her tan skin. She has matching high-heeled sandals on her feet, and she’s wearing nothing else—not even a landing strip on her mons.
I speak quietly into Darcie’s ear. “Scope her out top-to-bottom, Pet. Bernadette will be hurt if we don’t adore her sufficiently.” She nods to me, but her eyes are already locked on Bernadette. Apparently my instructions weren’t necessary.
Clarice, Bernadette’s ward, walks in carrying a forest green velvet robe. Clarice helps Bernadette into the robe and fastens the buttons so that it hides her benefactor’s magnificent breasts.
When Clarice steps back, I step forward and grasp the hand Bernadette holds out to me. I brush the back of her hands gently with my lips before I say, “Hello, Bernadette.”
Bernadette cups my cheek in her hand and kisses me slowly and passionately. Then, she returns my greeting in her lovely contralto voice. “Welcome, Jack! Darling, it’s been much too long! My last boy toy left, and I’ve just started Maurice’s training. I haven’t had a decent man in weeks. I’m so glad you’re here.”
I chuckle, “Maybe we can help you with that. Allow me to introduce my pet. Bernadette, this is Darcie Conroy.” I turn to Darcie. “Pet, this is Ms. Bernadette Pasquale. She’s the mistress of the house, a professional dom, outfitter of boudoir fashions, high-end madame, and hostess of the most decadent parties in the western two-thirds of this continent—maybe the entire western hemisphere.”
Bernadette extends her hand to Darcie, who kisses her hand, too.
Bernadette says, “Not badly done, child. If you kiss a lady’s hand in the future, you should just barely brush your lips on her flesh or breathe on it if you don’t feel intimate with her. Not to worry, we shall start your education today. Take off your clothes, Darling. Let me look at you.”
Darcie looks at me, and I nod at her. As she slides out of her sandals, I tell her, “Pet, until I tell you otherwise, treat Bernadette’s commands as my own.” I turn toward Bernadette. “She will ensure the males of the house don’t touch you, fit you for clothes, and be your teacher in etiquette and seduction.” Bernadette nods, and I turn back to Darcie. “I want you to listen to her, learn, and above all, enjoy the experience. I’m giving this experience to you.”
Darcie’s eyes are huge. “Yes, Master.” She’s gathering up the hem of her dress to lift it over her head when Bernadette stops her by touching her hand..
Bernadette purrs, “Darling, when you disrobe or dress it should always be a presentation or a flirtation. Even if you’re alone. If you practice discipline in this when you are alone, it will become second nature. If you’re feeling shy or embarrassed, let it show. If you’re feeling brazen, let it show. All of it becomes part of the seductive dance you perform for your lover. Your master deserves no less than the best from you.”
Darcie is staring at Bernadette as though she’s hypnotized by her words. The Grand Dame continues. “Gently slide the straps off your shoulders. Catch the bodice just before it reveals your breasts and then slowly lower the garment to the full extent of your arm’s reach. Then let it go.” Darcie follows Bernadette’s instructions. “Lovely, child. Now just stand there for a moment to allow your audience to appreciate your beauty.”
Bernadette scrunches her eyes as she takes in Darcie’s figure. She walks around Darcie, tapping her lips. Then she says to me, “You chose an exquisite pet, Jack. She’s nearly model material. If you tire of her, please consider sending her to me.”
Bernadette waves Clarice forward. “Clarice, please ensure Mr. Jerome is comfortably seated and has whatever refreshment he may desire.”
Clarice bows to Bernadette and hooks her arm through the crook of my elbow. “This way, my Lord.” She steers me to a wingback chair and ottoman facing the curtained exit to the salon in the back corner. There is a wine table sitting to the right of the chair. Clarice indicates I should take the chair, so I sit.
After I sit back and cross my legs, I take in Clarice. I’ve known her for many years, and have even fallen into the role of godfather or uncle for her. She’s still young, but she’s well on her way to blossoming into a beautiful woman. I wonder about her heritage, given what I know of Bernadette's. Clarice is just a tad shorter than Darcie, but already has larger breasts despite her younger age. Her narrow hips have flared slightly since I last saw her. She’s wearing a cream-colored, Chinese-style, silk brocade pajama jacket with matching trousers. Her dainty little feet are bare. Her mousy blond hair still looks to be about shoulder-length, but she has it up in a messy bun that’s being held up with two lacquered red chopsticks.
Clarice approaches from my left and leans forward. She places her hands on my chest and shoulder while she places her mouth next to my ear. She says, “My Lord, my mistress has a fresh coil of beautiful blue silk rope. Perhaps you would like to practice Shibari while you are here. I would be happy to offer myself again to your skillful hands.”
I turn and kiss her cheek. I respond, “That would be lovely, Clarice. Just remember you are still underage. Your mistress would have to explicitly give me permission, and I would not be permitted to do anything except tie you up.”
She whimpers prettily, “But Lord, I’m so close! I turned seventeen!”
I nod, “I know, sweetie. In February. You look beautiful in my birthday gift.”
Clarice purrs. “Thank you, Lord. The silk feels lovely on my skin. I’ve been saving them for you. I’m glad you are pleased. May I bring you a drink?”
“Club soda with lemon and lime, sweetie. No ice,” I respond.
She kisses the lobe of my ear and gently nips it with her sharp teeth. “With pleasure, my lord.”
She departs through the French doors, but not before she looks back at me wistfully. I think to myself, “Poor girl. I’m not all that.” I still admire the sight of her taut buttocks gliding under the silk of her pants as she lifts the hem of her jacket to give me a view as she disappears. She winks at me over her shoulder. I notice the way the trousers cup her ass; she may be wearing a thong, but has more likely gone commando.
Bernadette is measuring Darcie with a tape and dictating notes to Viktorija, a pretty Slavic blond I remember from previous visits. Another woman, a gorgeous, tall young lady with café-au-lait colored skin and tightly curled dark hair touches Darcie’s leg and then picks her dress up off the floor. She hangs the dress on a rolling hanger bar and puts her shoes under it. She returns to watch the process and ask questions of Bernadette and Viktorija. Darcie looks overwhelmed by all the attention, but she tries holding herself with confidence. I’m humbled that she’s mine.
The café-au-lait apprentice caresses Darcie’s arm as a pretty Asian girl enters, carrying a tray. I see the apprentice’s eyes flash red for just an instant.
I think, “Another one! Bernadette is changing the makeup of her stable. I hope I don’t have to change my report.”
The Asian girl, Candice, smiles at me shyly as she sets a bottle cooler on the table. She puts a bottled liter of Perrier in it, then pops the top with a church key. She sets the church key and cap on the tray. Then, she places a small bowl with lemon and lime wedges on the table, followed by a rocks glass on the coaster, and fills the glass from the bottle. When she finishes, she stands and bows her head slightly.
Candice asks, “Will that be all, Lord?”
I smile at her as she raises her eyebrows with her inquiry. “Yes, Candice. That will be all. By the way, you look absolutely devastating in that outfit.” She’s wearing a candy-apple red, low-cut camisole with spaghetti straps, a matching miniscule red tap pant, and matching shiny, four-inch heeled, fuck-me pumps.
She grins at me and leans forward to show me most of her small, pert breasts. “Lord, my mistress recently acquired a new coil of red silk rope that matches my outfit. I would be happy to submit to your skilled hands.” She gives me a smoldering look.
I smile at her. “I’m flattered that you would mention it. We’ll see what the evening brings, Candice. Okay?”
She bows her head and stands. She says, “As you wish, Lord.” She winks at me and gives just a small pucker of her lips before she spins and struts like a model out of the room.
Darcie has been watching Candice with narrowed eyes. Bernadette taps her arm gently and tells her, “Go tell your master that we will start with dessous and workout attire while we get some of the more complicated offerings arranged.”
Darcie bows gently and replies, “Yes, Ms. Bernadette.”
Darcie hurries over to my chair. I set my glass on the table and reach for her, and Darcie slides onto my lap. I wrap her up in my arms, turn her face to me, and kiss her passionately. As she catches her breath, I comment, “It looked to me like you were jealous of Candice, Pet.”
“Is that the little tramp in red?” she asks petulantly.
I nod, “Candice is not a tramp. She’s a sweet little girl, and she likes when I tie her up and fuck her. Clarice likes to be tied up, too. You didn’t get jealous over her, and she was more forward than Candice.”
She murmurs with a pout, “Clarice is cute and running around in her PJs. She’s not running around in her underwear flashing you her tits.”
“Would you be surprised to know Clarice wants me to fuck her, too?”
Darcie shows her surprise. “No! Really?”
I nod. “Yes. She’s underage, so there’s no way I’m going there. I’ll tell you more about that later. Let’s talk about Candice for a minute.”
I lay my right hand on her stomach and tickle her lightly with my fingers. I squeeze her left butt cheek with my other hand. “Look at me, Pet.”
Darcie looks up at me, and I see her eyes glistening. “Pet, I’m assuming that you have enjoyed our time together the last two days. I sense that you feel connected to me already. Am I right?”
Tears drop from her eyes as she whispers, “Yes, Jack! I revel in being your pet, and you being my master. I feel thoroughly spoiled with all the attention and loving that you’ve given me.”
I cup her face and kiss her tears dry. I tell her, “Good, Darcie. I feel thoroughly spoiled having you as my pet. Now imagine feeling like that and having two mindblowing dates with someone that makes you feel like I make you feel, but you couldn’t stay with him or her. Instead, you had to stay here, and they left.”
Darcie gasps, “Oh, my God! That would be soul-crushing.”
I nod, “Nine months later, you’re providing refreshments to a guest of your boss. You walk in and discover it’s the partner that blew your mind and lit your soul on fire. What would you do?”
Tears run down Darcie’s face. “Master, if that happened to me, I would throw myself at you as soon as I saw you.” She throws her arms around my neck and buries her face into it. “Jack. My beloved Master. I’m sorry for being such an insufferable, jealous bitch.”
I caress her back as I murmur in her ear, “Honey, all of these young ladies are indentured to Bernadette. They probably approached her because they didn’t feel like they had another option. Bernadette houses them, feeds them, educates them, and teaches them other skills. She also teaches them seduction, etiquette, sexual skills, and offers them to her clients. I’ve been a client of Bernadette’s for these last three years—ever since Janet, my ex, told me she wanted a divorce.”
I kiss Darcie’s cheek. “Candice has comforted me through a variety of difficult times. And when she was having a bad time, Bernadette called me to spend the week here to comfort her. Bernadette has been my friend and my madame, but Candice and I have been something else. If she didn’t have an obligation to Bernadette, I would have taken her as my pet. Since I couldn’t, I was considering other options. And then I met you.”
“Has it really been nine months, Master?”
“About six weeks, actually. I haven’t been to Phoenix for anything longer than day-trips in that long.” I squeeze her tushy. “I’m going to tell you something, Pet. If you ever tell anyone, I will spank you until your ass is raw.”
She backs up and looks at me with moist eyes. She nods.
I lock onto her beautiful eyes. “Darcie, when I met you, I was glad I hadn’t taken Candice, because I wanted you. I wanted you like I hadn’t wanted anyone or anything since long before I was married.”
At this, Darcie devours my mouth. I lose myself in her passion, and it’s my turn to catch my breath.
She places a hand on each of my cheeks. “I’m a selfish bitch, Master. I deserve to be spanked, but that won’t ease Candice’s, or Clarice’s, pain. Enjoy them. Enjoy Bernadette. I’m the one that gets to go home with you.”
I give her a peck on the lips and murmur, “I will, Pet. As much as I feel appropriate. Bernadette will coach you in most of the things she teaches her girls and boys. Enjoy her ladies as much as you wish, or not. You may even orgasm with them; it’s part of your training. However, don’t do anything you don’t want to do. Also, be careful of the apprentice that took your dress. She may be perfectly delightful, but something about her seems off. Let me know if anything weird happens.”
Darcie hugs me close. “I will, my awesome Master.”
I pull out my handkerchief and offer it to her. She smiles and dries her eyes before handing it back to me.
Bernadette calls, “Darcie, we have a lot of work to do. Let’s go, darling.”
Before Darcie jumps off my lap, she bends over and kisses me again. She hurries to join Bernadette, but pauses when she spots Candice standing in front of the curtained exit. She wraps the scantily dressed Asian woman in a hug and whispers to her, nodding her head in my direction. Candice backs off, holds Darcie at arm's length, and just stares into her eyes for nearly a full minute. Then, she hugs Darcie and kisses her cheek. Darcie returns the affection and smiles, rubbing the Asian girl’s arm affectionately.
Darcie returns to stand before Bernadette with a bowed head. “I’m ready, Ms. Bernadette.”
Bernadette looks at Candice and nods to her before offering an arm to Darcie. “Come with me, child.” She leads Darcie through the curtains.
Candice clasps her hands at her waist and slowly walks to me. I stand and meet her. I tilt her chin up and gently kiss her warm lips. She moans into my mouth. I take her hand and lead her to my chair and sit down. I pull her into my lap and clasp her to me. She curls up in my lap, wraps her arms around me, and lays her head on my shoulder. I gently caress her legs and back as I wait for the fashion show to start.
8
The Fashion Show Begins
Candice tries to burrow under my skin while I continue to kiss her cheek and caress her body. I ask her, “How long do you think we’re going to be waiting for the show to start?”
“Not long, sir...er, I mean Lord.” Candice squirms around in my lap to face me better. “They’ll give her a little makeup, and start dressing her in dessous. Probably less than ten minutes unless the mistress makes it a lesson. Honestly, Darcie is a beautiful girl. Putting too much makeup on her would be a crime. I’m sure the mistress will use a light touch.”
I kiss her pretty little Cupid’s bow. “Candice, why the insistence on calling me ‘Lord’? You’ve never done that before. I don’t require a title to make me feel special. Your attention does that all on its own.”
She looks at me seriously. “Mistress Bernadette insists that we all call you ‘Lord.’ She says, ‘Jack is a human of rare qualities and strength of character. In other cultures, he would be a knight or royalty, and you will treat him as such.’ So, she insists we address you by that title. All other clients are referred to as ‘Sir’ or ‘Ma’am.’ She doesn’t mind if we call you ‘Jack’ during intimate moments like this, but never in front of anyone else—staff or herself included.”
