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Winter Escape - 3
by Pet Kaili (petkaili@yahoo.com)

***

An innocent mistake turns into something else when Kaily 
agrees to house-sit at a ski resort village for her 
friend Amanda. (Mdom/F, d/s, bd, s/m, bd, exh, spank, 
control)

***

Training

"Bryan, I want you to train me to be a submissive. I 
will commit to learning and do the best I can." I was 
looking at his eyes as I spoke. My voice was small 
almost a whisper, but resolute. I knew what I was 
saying, and I was sure I wanted to say it. I closed my 
lips and awaited his next instruction. He was still 
smiling, he nodded, ever so slightly acknowledging what 
I had said, his eyes twinkling. I couldn't tell if he 
was proud, happy or scheming what his next move would 
be, I found I was excited by it, but had a sense of 
ease, I felt very safe with him.

"Come here pet," he motioned for me to come closer to 
him. I stood and approached him standing in the center 
of the tub before him. I felt his hand caress my wet 
thigh and hip and I felt a slight pressure on my hip to 
bend down, so I knelt before him in the water. 

"Thank you pet, for your trust, I will not abuse it. I 
cherish the opportunity to show you what you are capable 
of. Trust me, do not question why I ask you to do 
things, but do not be afraid to ask for clarification. 
Make sure you understand what is expected of you and do 
your best even if it is difficult. I am going to give 
you a safe-word. I will quiz you to make sure you 
remember your safe-word so that you never forget you can 
use it if you need it. If you are truly hurt or scared 
at any time you must use your safe-word do you 
understand?" 

I nodded, confused not fully understanding, but 
listening carefully to what he was saying. "There are 
going to be times when you are upset or angry and don't 
want to do what I tell you, you will learn to push 
beyond that. There are going to be times when you hurt, 
might be crying and want to say no, or stop. I will not 
stop unless you use your safe-word, do you understand?" 

I nodded again. 

"Answer me properly pet," he said sternly.

"Yes," I answered, confused a little still.

"You will always address me as Sir. You may use my name, 
or Master, or just Sir, but you will always use a term 
of respect when speaking to me, do you understand pet?"

"Yes Sir." I nodded, shaking, a tear fighting to escape 
my eye, I felt a tightness in my chest at having 
disappointed him already. He smiled and placed a finger 
on my chin tilting my eyes back towards his, smiling.

"You please me very much pet, it is okay. Your safe-word 
is orange, can you remember that? Like the orange safety 
vests they wear on road crews" He was still smiling and 
his eyes shone, almost glowing with pride it seemed. I 
could not help but smile in response.

"Yes Sir, I can remember orange as a safe-word, I will 
only use it if I can take no more, but I am strong, I 
don't want to disappoint you."

"The safe-word is just that pet, a safe-word, it is for 
safety to make sure I don't go too far, that you feel 
safe at all times, you will never disappoint me if you 
use it, only if you don't feel safe and fail to use it. 
So tell me again, what is your safe-word?"

"My safe-word is orange Sir" I stated confidently, and 
smiled back hoping it pleased him. He smiled and nodded 
slightly.

"I'm going to take you inside now, go and get two towels 
and bring them back here." I stand up and step out of 
the water without hesitation, walking quickly to the 
cupboard with the towels in it next to the door. I feel 
an energy inside me, like a little kid about to go on a 
trip, but not sure exactly where. 

I smile at myself, suppressing an urge to do cartwheels 
or something my whole body is full of restless energy, I 
have no idea why I'm so irrationally excited but I can't 
help it. I grab two towels and turn in a quick about-
face to take them back to Bryan, wondering as I stand 
next to the hot tub holding them what I'm supposed to 
do. Fidgeting a little, I can't sit still.

"Set one towel down and dry yourself off. You are doing 
this to please me pet, don't rush, think of each step 
and enjoy it, stand so I can watch you." 

I pause for a moment looking at him a little bewildered, 
then place one towel on the bench beside me and begin to 
do as he directed, slowly deliberately drying my hair, 
squeezing the wetness from the curls over my shoulder, 
my head tilted slightly allowing the hair to fall over 
my shoulder into the towel. 

I've never noticed the feel of my hair through the towel 
before I close my eyes and focus on the feel of the soft 
terry cloth on my shoulder, I open the towel and allow 
it to caress my shoulder and arm then bring it around in 
front of me lifting up my breasts to capture the 
moisture underneath then pressing it between them up to 
my neck and chin, leaning my head back as I bring the 
towel up. 

It feels so different, so intense, I notice the cold 
breezed against the water drops on my back my nipples 
harden and stand out echoing the sensations and my 
excitement. I drape the towel around my back and slowly 
drag in down and across leaning forward to catch it over 
my hips. I reach between my open thighs and bring the 
towel forward, feeling the blood rush to my head as I 
lean down to grab the hem of the towel. It brushes my 
cunt as I pull it forward and I shiver slightly, 
realizing how aroused I am just drying myself off. 

"I've stopped trying to understand and just continue 
enjoying the experience, just paying attention to the 
sensations, trying to please him. I hesitate and look to 
him for reassurance as I dab the water drops from my 
calves and feet, bending almost kneeling on one knee at 
a time. He is still watching and still smiling, I blush, 
feeling a little silly, but proud that I am making him 
happy. 

I can't figure out what is going on in my head, I've 
spent my whole life trying to prove how independent and 
strong I am and here I am, drying myself off to please a 
stranger, and enjoying it... "Stay kneeling there and 
take the dry towel in your hands now." 

His voice brings me back to focus on what I am doing and 
I reach up and take the towel and knelt waiting for him.

He steps out of the tub and I see him step toward me 
naked and dripping, steam rising from his shoulders in 
the cold air. "Now stand and dry me, focus on what you 
are doing." 

I hesitate for a moment, wondering what he expects from 
me. Then I stand and unfold the towel, focusing on just 
what he has asked, taking the towel and carefully 
methodically wiping the drops of water from his skin, 
beginning at his neck and face, watching him, his face, 
his eyes, the ripple of his muscles the smoothness of 
his skin. 

I can smell the chlorine, but also his scent, as I step 
closer to reach his head using the towel wrapped around 
my hand to go over his hair and scalp, my face is so 
close to his I feel his breath against my face, I 
realize I am not breathing as I pause looking into his 
eyes. I drop my gaze to his chest and take a breath, 
bringing the towel in front of me caressing his 
shoulders and chest, fighting the urge to place my cheek 
against him and listen to his heart, to feel his warmth. 

I take the towel and reach around him under his arms to 
dry his back, my body pressed gently against him as I 
do, my skin tingles, electrified by the touch and I can 
feel the wetness building between my thighs. I have 
never thought of towelling someone off as erotic and yet 
my heart is racing and my body is responding as no 
foreplay has ever done for me before. I force myself to 
exhale and kneel down bringing the towel around to dry 
his thighs and legs.

I am now eye level with his manhood, which is semi erect 
so he is not impervious to the feelings I am having, but 
he shows no intent to let me explore further beyond 
drying him slowly off with the towel. I am aching to 
kiss and take him into my mouth but he steps away toward 
the house reaching for a soft robe hanging on a hook 
near the door, he whistles over his shoulder to me, 
still kneeling by the tub, "Come along pet, it is time 
to talk."

I drop my head forward, letting my curls fall and sigh 
letting my racing heart return to normal for a moment 
then, I stand up and follow him into the house. He has 
gone inside to sit on the couch by the fire. He motions 
for me to kneel in front of him on the floor. Which I 
hesitate and then do looking up at him, waiting.

"This morning, you left here to go skiing, how did it 
feel once you stepped away from the house, away from me? 
Heading to do something more familiar, something that 
put you back in control again?" his eyes watched me 
closely watching my reaction to the question as much as 
listening for my answer. 

I lowered my gaze to think, remembering the odd feeling 
as I closed the door this morning. Kind of like a 
willful teen moving out of their parent's house, I was 
glad to be getting out away from his control and these 
strange feelings I had been experiencing, but longing at 
the same time to go back and let go again, to relinquish 
my independence for the security the safety he seemed to 
surround me with.

"I don't know how to put it into words. I was relieved 
to leave, to get out and be in control again, to be on 
familiar ground again, but something pulled at me 
inside, like it was somehow safer back inside. Does that 
make any sense?" I shook my head as I spoke and peaked 
back up at him, tilting my head and looking through my 
hair at him, kind of hiding as I spoke in a way.

"it makes perfect sense pet. Did you enjoy skiing, enjoy 
the rush, the freedom?" He smiled at me as he asked as 
though he knew the answer before I said a word. I 
laughed nervously.

"Yes it was very nice, I've skied here since I was a 
child so it was nostalgic for me, but after the first 
few runs, I was tired and something was nagging at me 
inside." 

I lowered my head and dropped my voice to a whisper, "I 
kept thinking of that spanking, of how I let myself just 
take it, and how it made me feel, of how much I enjoyed 
the dinner you made, of how it felt when you look at me. 
I wanted to be back here again. I don't know what 
training involves, but I somehow knew it was what I 
wanted."

"Do you know why you came back? Why you got into the tub 
with me tonight?" He was holding my chin again now 
making me look into his eyes, my eyes blinked back a 
tear then again and a tear escaped tracing slowly down 
my cheek. My heart was fluttering, racing in my chest as 
I looked at him, feeling so open, so vulnerable.

"No Sir, it just felt right, I can't explain it, it just 
seems like I am meant to be here." I began to sob a 
little, I have no idea why my emotions were so on edge, 
every breath felt labored as though I were about to 
explode somehow.

His hand caressed my ear, running through my damp hair 
and down my neck, grasping my shoulder gently, "It's ok 
pet, you are discovering something about yourself, 
something you have hidden and protected for a long time, 
you are safe with me, you will be fine. Take a breath 
and go get the bottle of wine and one glass and bring it 
here for me."

I stand up, brushing the tears from my eyes, I feel 
week, shaky a little, but standing and focusing on the 
wine helps to steady me and bring me back into focus 
again. I exhale and walk to the kitchen, collecting the 
wine and a clean wine glass from the drainer next to the 
sink. I begin to walk back and see him, relaxed leaning 
back against the couch the robe resting open on his 
thigh, he seems so natural, so comfortable as he watches 
my every move. I stand a little taller, aware that he is 
watching me, I smile, almost involuntarily I feel 
somehow very beautiful under his gaze, as I approach him 
and set the wine and glass down, he looks at the bottle, 
quizzing me with his eyes, but says nothing. 

I cant my head to one side questioning and then it dawns 
on me I have not pulled the cork, I can't pour the wine, 
"oh!" and with a quick flick of his fingers he shoos me 
back to the kitchen to correct my oversight. I move much 
faster this time, securing the corkscrew and scampering 
back to his side to open the bottle for him. He is 
smiling, but I am determined I will not make that 
mistake again. I open the bottle, gently pulling the 
cork out and then pour the glass and kneel down to 
present it to him, my eyes looking down, my composure 
regained.

He takes the glass from me, sipping, watching me 
closely, he says nothing, just watches, examining me, my 
being as though I were a grand experiment, but one of 
great value. He hands me back the glass half full. "Take 
a sip and hold it in your mouth," which I do. "Close 
your eyes, and roll the wine around inside your mouth, 
taste it with each part of your tongue, feel it warm 
inside your mouth." 

I do as he instructs hearing his voice echoing in my 
ears as the wine rolls from side to side in my mouth, 
warming. 

"Now spread your knees apart opening your legs for me to 
see you better. Open your mouth holding the wine to show 
me you have not swallowed it, and sit there like that 
until I tell you to stop, do not move, do not flinch, 
simply feel, let your body give in to the sensations." 

I can feel my mind slip away as my body swirls with the 
sensations, I can feel his eyes on me as though they 
were fingers caressing my skin, I breathe through my 
nose, slacking my jaw letting the wine pool on my 
tongue, warming and blending with my spit under my 
tongue. Wetness oozes between my thighs, aching to be 
touched, to be filled, I imagine the wine as his come, 
holding it in my mouth to please him, savoring the 
taste, I am slipping away my body senses taking over my 
thoughts, 

I feel him standing in front of me, I can smell him, I 
groan gently, wanting to feel him against me, hungry for 
his touch. I feel his finger in my mouth touching my 
tongue, gently just at the tip, his face is close to 
mine as he whispers into my ear low and gruffly, "close 
your lips round my finger pet, then swallow like you are 
swallowing my come." 

I close my lips gently holding my teeth back and 
swallow, my whole body shivering, convulsing out of my 
control, I can feel the tense quaking in my abdomen and 
then I begin to suckle on his finger, hungry wanting, 
needing to feel him, for him to take me, letting go of 
my control, hanging on his finger like caught fish, 
completely in his power.

Slowly he pulls his finger from my mouth, and taps me on 
the nose, playfully smiling, then goes back to sitting 
on the couch. I collapse in a heap on the floor panting, 
looking at his toes wanting to suck on them, my entire 
body, mind focus is on suckling right now, toes, 
fingers, cock anything I can have inside of my mouth.

I feel as though my entire being is centered on my mouth 
right now, hungry to be filled, my muscles have turned 
to jelly under me and my breath is panting almost as 
fast as my heart beat. His shrill whistle calls me back, 
my head begins to clear and I push my hands into the 
soft carpet pushing my body up to a semi seated 
position. 

"Refill my glass pet, we need to discuss some things, 
help you understand what is happening right now, fill my 
glass and then come curl up on the couch and rest your 
head on my thigh." 

I shake my head and finish sitting up looking for the 
wine glass, now resting on the coffee table in front of 
me.

"Yes Sir," filling the glass back up I hand it to him 
and then lie beside him on the couch curled facing the 
back and gazing up at him, my head resting on his thigh 
as he requested.

"You have given me permission to get inside your head 
pet, you hear my voice guiding you, you feel my actions 
even when I am not there. You felt it today when you 
were skiing, did you not?" his hand casually brushes my 
cheek as he looks deep into my eyes, talking so slowly 
and deliberates.

"Yes Sir," I whisper, watching the movement of his 
throat as he swallows another sip of wine, mesmerized by 
the swirling red liquid in the glass. I realize he is 
right, since the moment he chided me for my manners, and 
offered to let me bend over and let myself be spanked, 
he has been inside my head, not forcing my actions but 
guiding me, directing my reactions and somehow letting 
me let go of the reigns.

"How does it make you feel sitting on your knees, 
serving me wine, pet? Have you ever responded so 
viscerally to drying off with a towel?" his hand 
caressing my arm, traces the line of my hip down the 
curve of my stomach and back to my arm. I close my eyes 
and moan slightly at the touch, my skin electrified 
under his touch. "You have core needs pet, that have not 
been met I think, have they? Has anyone earned your 
service before pet?"

"Mmmm, no Sir... oh god that feels so good." I arch my 
body to get closer to his teasing touch, turning 
slightly to give him access to my breasts.. which he 
happily obliges with a teasing caress circling the 
nipples making me moan then grasping the nipple ring on 
my left breast he pinches hard, holding firmly pulling 
me up by my nipple, my eyes open wide and he has my full 
attention again. "YES SIR! Owww! Yes Sir!" my eyes snap 
open wide looking straight up at him.

"I want your attention pet, not your sex. Pay attention 
you will find pleasure in pleasing me, you have already, 
if you've noticed" smiling he loosens his grip on my 
nipple and allows me to lie back again on the couch. Let 
me direct your movements, you will find it very natural 
to let go and do as I direct, when you try to manipulate 
me, you will find yourself frustrated."

"Yes Sir." I shy away slightly protective of my bruised 
nipple.

"You may learn to crave and enjoy the pain pet, even 
though that thought may surprise you right now." his 
tweak on my sore nipple emphasized his point as I let 
loose a small involuntary moan and arched in response.

"I have stopped you several times this evening, keeping 
you off-balance, can you tell me what you believed you 
needed, each time I have interrupted you?" I nuzzle into 
his thigh, whimper, the words wont' come. I kiss his 
flesh, breathing in deeply. I look up into his eyes and 
plead, don't make me talk, let me feel, I plead with my 
eyes, glazing with my tears, I shake my head and slide 
of the couch moving to my knees and rest my cheek on his 
knee. 

"I need to please you Sir, I need to feel the release, I 
need to be who I am, unfettered by convention, by 
expectations, but don't make me speak, please... don't 
make me speak." I kiss his knee, his hand reaches for me 
and I kiss his palm, nibble gently on his fingers, 
taking the tips inside my lips, sucking gently on them, 
closing my eyes, forgetting myself, just feeling, 
letting the sensations fill me. 

A quiet moan escapes my lips as my muscles relax and I 
melt against him wanting to become one with him, to lose 
myself. I gently rub my cheek against the smooth, soft, 
skin of his thigh, "Don't make me speak, Sir, understand 
my needs I will show you, please don't make me speak 
them." I place my hands in his lap palms up offering 
myself to him. Begging for his guidance. I wait.

He takes my hands squeezing gently. "It's fine, you did 
well pet. Thank you." He tugs on my fingers raising my 
head to look at him. "You need to rest, it has been a 
very long day for you, come with me." Looking gratefully 
into his eyes I nod and begin to stand up. I feel dizzy 
with relief, and I realize just how very tired I am. 
"Take the wine back into the kitchen and wash the glass 
pet."

"Yes Sir", I reach for the glass from him and pick up 
the bottle of wine from the table. I turn and walk back 
into the kitchen placing the bottle on the counter and 
turning on the hot water to rinse the glass. I pause 
feeling the hot water over my hand, it hurts slightly, 
but I just realize how well I can feel it, I watch the 
water pouring over the back of my hand holding the 
glass, the skin gradually turns pink under the heat. 

I shake my head and reach for the sponge and pour a 
little soap on it, washing the glass and rinsing it in 
the hot water. I take the soft white cloth from the 
counter and wipe the water drops from it, looking at 
each drop remembering the drops of water on his flesh. I 
place the glass in the drainer and sigh gently. 

Behind me I can feel his warmth, he is standing there, I 
feel a gentle caress on my shoulder, under my arm along 
my waist then the feeling of his warm hand pressing on 
my belly just under my ribs, pressing me back into him I 
feel his warm skin on my back, the pressure on my 
diaphragm causes me to exhale deeply, relaxing me into 
him. I feel a gentle kiss on my neck and a small bite on 
my shoulder that makes my heart race and makes me 
breathe in deeply moaning slightly. 

"Bed time pet," he whispers into my ear and I moan my 
consent. He walks me into the bathroom and directs me to 
brush my teeth and wash my face, watching me as I do 
each stop, studying me it seems. When I finish I set the 
brush down and look to him in the mirror, asking with my 
eyes what he would like me to do next. He looks at the 
toilet and back to me and I realize I have to go pee. 

I smile and lower my eyes then step to the toilet and 
sit down, feeling a little foolish peeing in front of 
him. When I look up he is handing me a warm damp wash 
cloth, I look puzzled at him. "Wash yourself pet." 

I smile and take the cloth and wash my cunt with the 
cloth then stand and fold the cloth and reach behind me 
to clean my ass as well. He motions to a laundry basket 
for me to place the soiled cloth then hugs me and puts 
his arm around me.

Supporting me he guides me upstairs to the room, Lying 
on the floor where I slept coiled is a soft black 
leather leash and a delicate fur collar waiting on the 
pillow. I top and look at them blinking, wondering what 
this means. He sits at the end of the bed and motions 
for me to kneel before him. 

"Pick up the leash and collar pet." He is looking 
directly at me as he speaks. I bend and pick them up, 
there is a small silver tag on the collar that says only 
"pet" on it. "I'm going to put the collar on you, pet. 
You will wear it until you complete your training, do 
you understand?" 

I nod briefly. 

"I will lead you by the leash sometimes, tonight it is 
to make you feel safe and keep you in the right place 
when you awake. You will be leashed to the end of the 
bed. When you awake simply request that I come and I 
will take you to the restroom and help you to properly 
prepare in the morning. This is not a punishment, do you 
understand pet?"

"Yes Sir," I nodded and felt somewhat odd, I wanted the 
leash, I didn't want to wake up and wonder what to do or 
how I was supposed to act or where to go. The leash 
allows me surrender that, to just rest until I wake and 
then wait for him to guide me again. I hand the collar 
and leash to him and raise my hair out of the way for 
him to place them on me. When he finishes the clasp he 
brushes my nose and smiles.

"Good pet," he motions for me to lie down and then 
attaches the end of the leash to my new collar and to a 
loop around the leg of the bed with a D ring attached to 
it. 

The leash is slack and allows me to move but will not 
allow me to leave the end of the bed where I am resting. 
With a gentle kiss on the cheek, he pats my head, and 
gently pinches my nipple, "Good night pet, sleep well."

END

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