Buying the Virgin

“Calm down, Charlotte. I promise I am not going to hurt you.” Putting down the glass, he takes me in his arms, holding me like a little girl and kisses the top of my head. “I won’t hurt you,” he repeats. “Have your bath. Afterwards, try the dresses for size. They should fit. Your measurements were listed in the auction ad. I think the black one would suit you well, but you choose.” He retrieves the glass and pushes it into my hand. “Please drink that. I want you to enjoy yourself.” He grins, wickedly. “Think of this as…‘the adventure of a lifetime’.”

He is right. I have committed myself. His grin is infectious, and I start to smile as I gulp down the champagne. “You know,” he says, “it really isn’t meant to be drunk like that. Champagne should be savoured. Come and have some more.”

Later that evening, I feel great. My nerves have gone. I am having an adventure. I am here for the ride.

At the restaurant, my Master is good company: full of interesting talk and anecdotes. “I don’t want to embarrass you Charlotte. Here in public, you can call me ‘James’. In private, I am ‘Master’.”

Full of excellent food, and with perhaps just a little more wine inside than is quite good for me, we return to the hotel. My Master is all courtesy, holding out a hand to invite me to enter the apartment first, standing behind me to slip the coat from my shoulders, hanging it carefully.

Eyes meeting mine, he takes me by the hand, leading me through to the bedroom.

It is dimly lit, with only a flickering glow from candles scattered here and there.

Standing before me, he strokes my face. “I’ll tell you what’s going to happen now Charlotte. Because this is your first time, you don’t know what to expect. No matter what you have seen in movies or read in books, you just don’t.”

I am trembling with a mixture of excitement, nerves and anticipation. I am confident that my Master will not hurt me more than necessary, but…

He continues. “I am going to undress you, quite slowly, because I am going to enjoy that. I saw you naked at the auction, but I didn’t like it, seeing you treated like goods. This time I want to undress you carefully, to enjoy your body and for you to enjoy it too. If you would like to undress me too, partially or completely, that’s fine, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to. Are you with me so far?” He takes my chin in one hand, tilting my face to his so that I must look him in the eye. I nod, gulping and sucking my dry lips.

be completely relaxed. If you like, I

shake my head. I’m

tell me. Once you are comfortable, I am going to massage you, kiss you and enjoy your body. Then I will open your legs and kiss you between them. I will lick and suck you. That should arouse you to orgasm.” He hesitates. “Have you ever had an orgasm, Charlotte?

so.” I say this uncertainly, but at the mention of licking and sucking me…down there…a sharp…something…has stabbed through me. I am warm and wet, and

it.” He tilts his head and smiles. “That’s very good. I am going to be able to give you your first

my own climax. By then you should be aroused enough that your body will be ready for me and it won’t hurt you at all. Do you understand all

but my pulse is beginning to race and my heart

kiss me on the lips. First, his kiss is soft, his lips barely brushing mine, then his tongue slips between my lips, urging me to open my mouth. His tongue traces the outline of my lips and teeth,

at me again. “Don’t be frightened. I promise I am not going to hurt you.

not frightened Master, just excited I

a grown woman and even if you don’t know

running through my hair, down my shoulders and arms, skimming my breasts, to my belly and

at a time through the sheer fabric of my blouse. The nipples are hard enough

cry out, staggering slightly and grabbing my Master by the shoulders to stay upright. He says

what lust is. My nerves are evaporating and I want… I want… I don’t know

across my cheeks and kisses me on the forehead, then lowers his gaze to the top button of my blouse. Carefully he unbuttons it, then the second and the third, stroking the fabric aside. Sliding the blouse back over my shoulders, he lets it drop to the