034. Becoming Trish's Pet - part 1
Erotic Bdsm Video Art by Samarel and seaart.ai
Mike's Journey into Total Submission – An Erotic Series of Desire, Dominance, and Discovery
by Sweet Euphoria
Summary
Mike meticulously prepares for his second date with Trish, the woman who embodies his fantasies and shares similar kinky interests. Over the week, he shops for erotic toys, silk sheets, candles, and other items to create the perfect seductive evening. With help from his eager best friend Paul—who will secretly join later in a butler guise to fulfill a planned fantasy—Mike transforms his home into an intimate, candlelit setting. The story builds anticipation through Mike's nervous excitement, detailed preparations (including a sensual shower and cooking dinner), and the arrival of Trish, whom he greets in partial submissive attire (leather collar and cuffs), setting the stage for her to take control as he becomes her "pet."
Part 1
With less than a week to prepare everything for his second date with the woman of his fantasies, Mike scoured through one of the stores each day after work in search of the perfect accompaniments to pull off his dream date. Today, the day before Trish was to arrive at his door, Mike followed the list he'd made during the week so as not to forget anything important.
First thing on that list was to phone his best friend, Paul. "Hey, Bud, it's Mike. Do you recall that conversation we had a few weeks ago about…?" Mike paused to clear the lump in his throat and allow for shoppers within voice range of him to pass by.
"Well, atta boy! You mean to tell me you finally hooked up with that sexy thing at your son's school, and she didn't run screaming the other way?"
"That about sums it up." There was no need for Mike to finish his question to Paul, for he'd been awaiting this conversation since Mike first brought it up weeks ago.
"Whoa, wait a minute there, buddy, you're not getting off that easily. I want some details.
Mike could picture Paul pacing the floor, salivating as he imagined some juicy details in that perverted head of his, knowing full well Mike wouldn't divulge anything private, not yet anyway. "Well, it seems we have very similar fantasies and interests, and that's where you come in! I need your help tomorrow evening if you aren't already busy." One might wonder why Mike would have waited so long to ask the help of his friend, but you see, Mike knew his friend better than he did himself and knew Paul wouldn't in a million years pass up the opportunity he'd been offered.
It was like a game with him, making Paul stew in the erotic thoughts his mind would no doubt conjure up from Mike's ideas. And that's exactly what he did. Every time Paul glanced at a female, wicked thoughts would traverse his depraved mind. Hmm, I wonder if she likes to be tied. Does she scream or whimper? Does she have a master or perhaps she's a master herself? Oh no, wait a minute, I suppose that would make her a mistress. Yeah, I think that's what they are called. Paul's mind wandered no matter the time of day or night. Whenever the whim struck, he'd be off preparing his own fantasy or adding to that of his best friend.
"Are you kidding? I'd drop everything just to help out my best pal, good buddy. What did you want me to do again?" Paul knew exactly what Mike had wanted from him, but he loved hearing those words repeated back to him.
Mike gave Paul all the needed information again, and with closing his cell phone, he headed into the next store on his list. The mall was busy, but fortunately for Mike, the stores he needed to visit had very few, if any, customers.
"Can I help you?" A sweet-looking young girl asked from the back of the store. Mike had glanced a second look, his initial thought being that she was far too young to be working in such a place, but then again, he wasn't very good with guessing the age of the opposite sex either.
"I sure hope you can!" Excitement and a slight embarrassment filled his tone, making it a bit louder than he intended. "I'm looking for some…um…" Hesitation snuck up on him, and his words caught in his throat. Before he could continue, the young girl giggled and then snatched the list from Mike's hand.
A snicker escaped her lips. "Let me guess, this is your first time in a place like this?" Not sure if he was more embarrassed to admit he'd never stepped foot in a store such as that, or that he had. His face flushed pale, and he wanted to just turn and exit, but the salesgirl comforted him. "Okay, I'll get everything you have here. You can take a seat if you'd like, or you can browse while I get your things." A sweeping motion of her hands at the vast array of items the store offered was an invitation to spend more money than he'd originally planned, but he took her up on the offer rather than sit impatiently. "What size would you like number five on your list? From what I can see, I'd guess an extra large, but that's just a guess. Would you like to try something textured, flavored, or warming, or perhaps a sampler pack?" A smile graced her face when she finished her question, and Mike had glowed fifty shades of red.
"Um—er—just give me the samplers pack," he retorted and quickly turned away in an ill attempt to control his embarrassment.
Embarrassed because he wasn't sure what to say, Mike shook his head in agreement to her selection for him and crossed his fingers she was as good at her job as she seemed. I wish she'd stop looking at me like that. Each time something would catch his eye, he'd glance to see where the cashier was or if anyone else had been looking at him before he would walk over and investigate the item. The last one he'd seen had his curiosity in full gear, but he was too afraid to ask about it. He'd seen a fist in a package, and beside that was a foot, soft rubber, yet quite large. What in God's name would someone do with this?
He paid for his order, adding a few things he'd seen while browsing, and then headed to the next store on his list. Thank God this is the last place. I hate shopping, even if it is for things I know will be enjoyed later. His last stop was a small candle shop near the closest exit to his truck. He walked right in and headed toward the tapers and votives; knowing exactly what he was looking for, he declined the help of the salesgirl. Selecting the scents he knew Trish would enjoy the most and setting the scene for his planned festivities, he headed to the checkout. "Nope, that'll be it, thanks." He handed his check card to the cashier as she bagged his chosen items and then finished the sale.
The excitement had risen as Mike sauntered from the store to his vehicle. The mere thought of using his new purchases soon had his thighs trembling and a zipper imprint on his cock right through his boxers. He wasn't sure how he was going to make it through the remainder of the day without trying the products out first, but he knew he had to at least make an attempt.
Friday night passed slowly. His cock ached for Trish's touch, her attention, but more for that which would come Saturday evening. "Hey Mike. It's Paul. I just wanted to let you know that everything is in place. So, what time do you want me to stop by? This is gonna be so fucking cool. I'm really looking forward to it. I just hope she enjoys it as much as I, um--- we will." The message on his answering machine played as Mike unpacked everything he'd been shopping for.
After everything had been put away, Mike returned Paul's call. "Trish is scheduled to arrive between 7 and 8 tomorrow night. I have a special dinner selected for her, and then I will begin my plan. Can you give us a couple of hours and then come over? I'll leave the side door unlocked for you, okay?" Paul confirmed Mike's plan and ended the call. With all the running around Mike had done today, the moment his head hit the pillow, sleep claimed him.
Saturday, 8 A.M.
Mike awakened with the sound of his alarm, ACDC blaring in his ear. Normally, he'd rise lazily, stretching plenty before sliding off the mattress, but today, today was a different story. He'd looked forward to this day all week, and the moment that alarm sounded, he had righted himself and had begun to strip the bed linen. He replaced the drab cotton sheets with the red silk set he'd purchased a few days prior. He had remembered Trish's fantasy about playtime on silk sheets, and there was something about the color red that really turned her on. He'd planned to turn her on as much as possible tonight.
Images of Trish's body against that material had his cock at full attention once again. Her curves and contours draped seductively in the red of the silk made it particularly difficult to concentrate on the remaining tasks. With a heavy sigh and one last glance about the room, Mike ignored the images and continued his duties after adjusting himself to make ease of walking and moving about with the hard-on that wouldn't cease.
After the final touches to perfect the duvet cover, Mike set out to do a light cleaning of the remainder of the house, dusting and doing a quick run with the vacuum cleaner over the carpeted areas and then with the broom over the wood areas. He wanted everything perfect for her, not a speck of dust anywhere. His mother taught him at a very young age, "If you want to win a woman's heart, you need to learn how to keep a tidy house."
Her words rang in his ears as he cleaned. The final touches were placed in specific areas of the house. Tapered candles aside the fresh bouquet of red roses, the centerpiece of his dining room table. In the bedroom and bathroom he'd also placed candles scented of vanilla and jasmine. At 4pm he'd had everything set just the way he wanted, and all the planning ahead had afforded him enough time for a relaxing shower before he'd begin dinner.
The oversized showerhead blasted out a steady rainfall effect. Steam billowed from beyond the shower curtain. Mike had designed his own shower from one of his fantasies. The large room allowed many of his ideas to be incorporated, with plenty of room to spare. The shower, with its jets at different angles, could be adjusted for a pulsating effect to massage sore muscles or a more leisurely cleansing, a sensual cleansing. Today he opted for the sensual option. He needn't be rushed this afternoon.
Opposite the jets in the shower, against the back and side walls, Mike had a bench of marble and wood attached to the vertical surface. The drain had a decorative cover, quite ornate in design, especially for the floor of a shower, but that's what he'd wanted. The back wall had a stone waterfall, and when the shower had been activated, the water would cascade effortlessly down the stones and collect in the basin at the bottom of the design.
The shower curtain was clear for the most part but had a trim about halfway up from the bottom in a pattern that matched the drain covering. The wall that secured the controls for the water in the shower had been tiled with a single sheet of glass mirror. Mike recalled, when planning this part of the room, the vision he'd seen at a friend's house and thought it distasteful that his body or the body that had captured his gaze looked distorted because of the glass tiles, and he said then and there that if he ever had this done to his wall, it would be a solid sheet of glass.
The counter, which held the basin for the sink, was just as long and ornate as the shower. Shelving below held some personal items; no doors had been constructed. Mike knew this would keep him from just sticking anything under there just because he didn't have anywhere else to put the items at the time.
When he took his shower, he shaved his face and neck, pausing momentarily at his genitals with the razor in hand. But after a second thought, he opted to leave that surprise for another encounter.
Toweling off as he stepped from the steamy bathroom, Mike donned his robe and returned to the kitchen to begin dinner. The meal he'd planned had a prep time of 40 minutes and a cook time of half an hour. After the food had been placed on the stove to cook, Mike returned to his room to dress. Everything was set and ready to go by 6:15, and Mike had all he could do to remain patient until his woman arrived at his door.
A firm knock gave Mike something else to think about as he walked toward the front door, curious as to who would be on the other side. "At your service, Sir." Paul stood attentive, dressed in a butler's uniform, even with the towel draped from his arm. "I had been thinking this over as I dressed and decided you just might need more help than you initially mentioned. Besides, I can use this time to be fully prepared when the time comes for me, and there won't be any distractions or concern of her possibly hearing the door if I arrive during a particularly quiet time. This way I could excuse myself after dinner had been cleared, making her think I had left the house."
"Yeah, that does sound better. Thank you. I knew I could count on you. I have no idea why I'm so nervous about her visit tonight. I'm just so glad you are here."
"What time did you say she'd be here?"
"She said between 7 and…" Mike's reply had been interrupted by another knock at his front door. A quick glance at the clock alerted him it could possibly be Trish. "Okay, just hold yourself, be calm, steady…" Many thoughts had traveled through his mind before his hand reached for the doorknob and it turned. A smile curved his lips, but as quickly as it had appeared, it fell from his face. "I'm not interested." Mike began to gawk at the face standing sheepishly on his front porch. Forgetting about his state of dress, his not-so-appropriate attire to be answering the door in, Mike kindly excused himself and began to close the door on the salesman when Trish pulled into the drive. "If you'll excuse me, I have better things to do today." Mike rushed past the man on his porch to greet Trish as she exited her vehicle.
Being summer, the sun hadn't even begun to set at the time Trish pulled into his driveway, but that didn't stop Mike from rushing to her vehicle to greet her properly. A deep blush covered her face when she noticed his attire: the black leather collar and the handcuffs already in place and his sexy thighs covered by tight-fitting leather. He was well dressed for servitude, at least for the beginning of the evening, but his plans would change soon. He'd set up a plan that would hopefully fulfill one of her fantasies, and then become his pet.