Ethan quickly moved behind me and started squeezing my shoulders the same way he had when he stood behind me outside.  He also ran both of his hands down my entire torso to my waist taking extra time to massage my chest at various spots.  He had truly masted the perfect pressure and strength to apply to his hands to make it feel firm, comforting, therapeutic and sexy.  I was here for it.  My dick was straining against my jeans again and I was quivering or shivering or shaking just from the intensity of his rub down…and partly because it was Ethan. 

There was a connection that we had with each other that went far beyond touch, communication, mutual interests…it was just an energy. And something about his touch just amplified things.

"Did you think we were gonna fuck when you came over here?" he asked, very matter of fact.  The way that he asked the question made any answer completely okay and safe.

"I mean, I didn't know, so I..."  I kinda stammered while he continued to rub me and then just like that, he had his hand down the back of my jeans and rubbed his finger over my hole between my ass cheeks.  He smelled it, then tasted it - and said, "Someone came prepared!"   Ethan laughed softly.

I had noticed that Ethan had an almost “dance like” ability to move to exactly where he wanted to be gracefully and precisely, while at the same time moved so quickly you barely even knew it was happening.

He pulled his hand out, reached around to my front and unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper and yanked my jeans to the floor.

"Get your shoes off and then get these jeans off."  His tone was still friendly, but I noticed he had definitely become a bit more abrupt with his words.

I did was told and then he pulled my shirt up over my head and threw it in the general directly of where I had set my jeans.

He spun me around, so I was facing him and grabbed my jaw with his hand and leaned in and shoved his tongue in my mouth and gave me one of those aggressive, masculine, dominant wet kisses.  It was one of those kisses that hit so many different g-spots in your body and across time and space that your vision blurs for a second.  He pulled away.

“Boy, here's what you need to know about what happens next.  I am your Dominant, and you are my Submissive.  Your entire purpose is to follow my direction, do as you’re told, do it well and to my satisfaction, not ask questions, and not complain.  Do you understand?"

“Yes, I do”

"Here are my commitments to you.  Your life will not be in jeopardy, I will be responsible for your physical wellbeing, and I will make sure you have food and water as needed.  You will be able to use the bathroom to relieve yourself as needed.  I will honor one safe word you can choose now.  If you say this word, I will immediately stop anything that's happening, we can take a break, or we can stop entirely.  What do you want that safe word to be?"

I was both aroused and amazed...my mind was going so many different places and so I looked past Ethan and my eyes fixed on the dishwasher in his kitchen, so I said, "Dishwasher."

He laughed "Alright dishwasher.  You want your safeword to be dishwasher, Boy?" 

He continued "Boy, unless you use the safeword, everything that I have decided I want to do with you will happen for as long as I want it to and I'll be responsible for telling you when you can be relieved of your duties as my Sub.  I commit to you that you will be able to return to work on Monday, you'll have time to rest and recover, time to run any errands to get ready for the week...I'll also monitor your phone to make sure there are no emergencies.  Can you tell me the name of three family members who might call you in an emergency?"  I gave him my mom, sisters, and aunts name.

"If these people call or text, what I will do is pick up or respond and indicate that you are busy and left your phone behind at my place, and ensure there is no urgent need for you to call back.  If there is, you will be allowed to call.  If not, you will wait until your responsibilities as my Submissive are fulfilled to return the phone calls.  Boy, do you understand?" 

"Yes."  He then did what you see in so many military movies and told me I could not speak to him without ending my statement with "Sir" or "Daddy" and softly slapped me across the face.

"Not all punishments are going to be that gentle, Boy, so make sure you don't earn any more of them."

He told me to get on my knees and face away from him and the trunk.  I was naked minus socks.  I heard him walk to the trunk and heard the sound of metal clanging and he quickly grabbed a variety of items and placed them on the floor next to me.

It was the leather restraints along with some chains.

He walked over to me and stood behind me. 

“Are you ready, Boy?  Say goodbye to the sunlight for a while!”

“Huh?”

And just like that a complete blackout leather blindfold was placed over my eyes and the leather straps fastened behind my head.  I could not see anything, not even the faintest amount of light.

I heard him walk out of the room and suddenly I felt like I was completely alone in a pitch-black room.  I couldn’t hear Ethan, I had no sense of anyone being in the space with me, and I did not know what to do or when something would happen next.

“Take deep breaths” I told myself.

In, out, in, out, in, ou……..

(TO BE CONTINUED...)