Originally published at Selena. Please leave any comments there.

As you mostly all know I went to both Spank Festivals this year. Before my first visit, I had talked to a few folks & got to know them a bit before I went. “Paul” is a friend whom I briefly saw at the first Spank Festival but we never got to talk in person but spent many hours talking online, we saw each other briefly on the last night of Spank in the dungeon. “Sara” is me, and this is what “Paul” has fantasized should have happened, since I was unable to do so in real life, I decided to dedicate this to him, and also I would like to thank him for the early material he provided for me to take my artistic liberties upon. Also my sweetie whom I borrowed a phrase for this story, ‘comfy cuffs’. This is the 1st part of Beginnings for you, this is going to be a long one & I thought I would give it to you in two or three parts depending on how far I am going to take this. Enjoy & please feel free to comment! Also don’t be afraid to criticize as well, I am not the worlds greatest grammarian & barely can write a paragraph punctuated properly, I mean well, give me props for trying!

Sara was wearing her snug black leather corset that laced down the back & zipped down the front, over her halter crotch-less body stocking, finishing off the outfit with a short frilly lace skirt. Her satiny thong panties were moist, from her excitement. She could feel the anticipation all the way down to her patent black knee high boots, as she led her friend to a bondage table by the nape of her neck, to co top with the young lady’s Dominant. The dungeon was just a buzz with people all around watching, playing or doing a bit of both. She had just pushed up the skirt of her charge to give her a resounding “smack” on the ass that made the slave yelp, pushed her up on the table, and then commenced to binding her victim to her satisfaction. There was a change in the air, she didn’t know why or how but it felt as if someone was watching her more intently than most were here tonight.
Snapping her eyes up to see what or whom may have made her feel the way she had, a trim man of average height, spiky strawberry blonde hair, and stormy blue eyes was looking at her with curiosity, want, and all the other things that were indescribable to watch wash over ones face the first time you see a person you find you are very attracted to. She was intrigued, and had to force herself back to her task at hand. He kept a respectful distance, but looked as if he wanted to say something to her, his fingers curling with the want to touch her. Sara gave him her flirty, half grin, and lifted her chin to point to a near by seat, raising her perfectly arched eyebrows ever so slightly. She could feel the heat of him as he slid past and took the place she had directed him to. His blue button down shirt, just brought out his eyes more so than they already did; dark washed blue jeans were snug, cupping him in all the right places. Thinking to herself “Mmm, now that is just SEXY!” He had a mix of energy that made her feel as if she could make him submit and bend to her in the sweetest ways, yet also felt as he could make her whimper with need to be taken her self if she let him. Those eyes held many things, and she was hungry to find out their secrets.
He was watching her every move, wondering what her breasts would look like with out them served so tastily up in the, soft leather that held them. Paul didn’t know why she held him so entranced, but as soon as he saw her, he knew he had to have her this evening even if he had to wait eons. He felt himself harden as she bent over to grab one of the many crops in her gargantuan rolling toy bag. Her ass was well proportioned, along with the rest of her lushly curved body, looking as if it needed a spanking, or to be worshiped by his mouth. He was battling with in himself about what he wanted tonight. She made him feel like he could at one moment be on his knees groveling and begging for her attention, the next just grabbing her long dark brown hair, to pull her head around gazing into her hazel flecked eyes as he plundered her mouth with his tongue. He had decided to start at the bottom and see what he could do to get his way on top. If not, he was sure she would handle him with skill and the strength of spirit he admired in the brief moment that he first saw her handling the slave she was attending to, when he came into the dungeon. He didn’t even know her name and he was already ready to surrender to her.
Sara had turned back to Jenna, her friend Kevin’s slave on the table, but could feel the stranger’s eyes upon her every move and it brought a shiver of pure sexual excitement through her every part, making her quiver. She decided she would show him her stuff and finish the scene with her friends, and then go acquaint herself with the tasty man sitting behind her. It took all she had not to just walk away now and go to him. But she was willing to play into the wee hours of the morning, when the candles were almost burned out and the rest of the players were packing up implements of exquisite torture, play partners, or themselves to then drop into beds in exhausted satisfied sleep. She turned to her friend as they were finishing untying his girl, “I had a really great time Kevin, Jenna is as splendid as ever, I hope to have one as good as she is one day.” “Please excuse me, but I have to go fulfill another play date.” The couple was smiling and grateful for her time and friendship. Indicating with a nod of his head “You mean the one stripping your clothes off you with his eyes while you stand here with us?” Kevin asked chummily. Sara gave him her signature half flirty evil grin & turned, “Have a great evening guys, I enjoyed my time with you as always.”
Paul watched as she was politely disengaging herself from her friends, and in that brief second decided he would present her with his collar on his knees. She bent over and grabbed something from her bag, but he could not see what it was, she then turned toward him. She looked like one of those runway models the way she walked, she was saying she was in charge and she wanted him as she placed her one of her gorgeously clad feet in front of the other, her hips swayed with innuendo, and her eyes said she would take him to heights he desired. He couldn’t rip his eyes from her to look at the floor as he was taught to show his submission; she had him in her thrall.
Sara grabbed the chain leash with the pliable black and maroon leather handle from her bag. There was no question what she was going to do and she sensed that is what he desired most. She turned on a heel keeping her lead behind her back out of view, he was on his knees, a black collar with three large D rings in his hands, in front of him. He was looking at her as a man in the desert comes up on a water hole. She stopped just inches from him, looking down on him. “ I’m Sara, some call me My Lady, Lady Sara, Mistress, or even Mistress Sara, finally to others I am just Sara, or other colorful words that are degrading in some way.” “How will you address me tonight?” she said in a tone that was strong, sensual, and suggestive.
His words came out like smooth and silky “What ever the lady wishes, I shall call her by so.” She sighed and said with a sultry grin “My Lady it shall be then, and what shall we call you?” “My name is Paul my Lady, but you may call me as you wish.” He looked at the floor then, blushing. “No look at me.” He picked his head up again. She was looking deep into his eyes, “Your not all submissive, my dear, I see you have some fire in you,” “Are you a switch maybe?” “Yes My Lady.” “Well you have chosen your position you best to stay in that position, or you will find out how sadistic I am.” “Yes My Lady.” “ Well at least you have manners, I see you have something for me, am I to receive it or are you going to sit and drool on yourself?” He gave her his collar, and bent his head so she may strap it on him. Her fingers were strong and deft, before he knew it his collar was on then the snap of a leash as it’s weight tugged gently down. “For some reason my dear I knew I would need this before I even came over here.” Her smile showed she was very amused.
She tugged on the leash, “Stand, and walk with me over to my bag.” As they walked she asked a question, “Do you have certain hard limits outside of the dungeon rules?” “ No my Lady none that I can think of, I can take quite a bit of pain, and I am ok with penetration if it is protected.” “ Good, you know how to use your colors correct?” “Yes My Lady.” “Alright then, lets see what you have Paul.” She said pulling him to herself so she was looking straight into his stormy depths. She brushed her lips on his cheek and then up to his ear. “If your really good I may even let you cum, now the question really is how.” Smiling wide and full of promise. She pointed with a booted toe at her things “Now grab my bag we are going over to the suspension area, I plan on taking full advantage of this.”
She led him to a well-built A- frame. “Do you like rope, Paul?” “It doesn’t really matter if you do anyways, you are the one in the collar, aren’t you?” He replied, “ I do like rope, and yes I am here at your service My Lady.” “ Good response, my dear, very good indeed.” her eyes dancing with delight. “Set that down here, and kneel beside it, while I go make some arrangements with a friend or two.” He carefully set her bag down, and then lowered himself to his knees; the concrete floor was cold even through his jeans, he hoped she wouldn’t make him stay down here long. He tried watching her out of the corners of his eyes, as she strode away to a small gathering of people that included the couple she was playing with.
“What did you find Sara?” said a petite, slender Domme Sara knew as Darla. “Oh I think something very fun, would some of you care to assist me?” “I need some help unloading the bag and hanging the toys on the rack I have.” Pausing to think for a moment, “I also need a couple of people to assist me in a suspension, when it is time.” A taller man with dark curly hair & dark eyes replied “ Sara I can help you with the suspension, if you like.” “Thanks Jared, I haven’t gotten to do some rope work with you in ages, it will be down right awesome to work with you on this!” Kevin piped in smirking, “ Jenna and I can help you with set up Sara, I wanna see what you do first hand to this one.” Darla excitedly asked “Oh I can I help too?” “I was hoping you would my dear, I need your help with crowd control and getting other equipment if it is needed, you are so great at that.” Sara said with a genuine smile. Looking at Jenna for a moment, “ I need you to get my candles out, a tarp, and all the other things I need, we are going to show him one of my specialties.” Looking at them all individually and as a whole, “Thank You for taking time out of your play time to assist me guys, I think we are all going to have fun in this production!” Then turning as she started walking back to Paul over her shoulder, with a devious look,” I’m off to go unwrap my package & get him familiarized with me a tad, so to speak.”
She was planning something he could tell, there was a lot of excited looks his way and lots of laughter. He felt his cock start to drip, and get uncomfortably tight in his jeans, if they didn’t come off soon he’d be a wet and miserably bent boy. Her toe was in his line of sight again. “Well so far you seem to be well mannered, stand for me again.” When he was standing again, he laced his fingers together behind his head to give her access to him. “ Yes very good.” She was circling him, she stopped again in front of him, and she had seen his predicament. Firmly she grabbed him, again leaning into his ear; “I do like it when my boys are excited and hard.” “ I see you are already there and I have not laid so much as a rope on you yet, very nice.” “See that table next to the A-frame?” “Go sit on it for me.” By then Jenna and Kevin had already started pulling out her toys, “Kev, can you get the ‘comfy cuffs’ for me?” Nodding he handed her padded cuffs that matched the chain lead that was hanging from, Paul’s collar. “Thank you hun.” She gave him a peck on the cheek in thanks. He winked and went back to helping Jenna set the scene.
With wrist and ankle cuffs in hand, she stalked back to him, he looked tightly strung, yet open to what was about to happen, she was so pleased with him. “ I like to un wrap my own packages, so you do not assist me more than what is necessary, you hear?” He nodded and looked down again. She lifted his chin, and stared sternly into his eyes, “You forgot something my pet.” She firmly patted his cheek not quite a slap, but very close to. “What was the proper response that you understood my wishes?” He looked a bit startled, then calmed down, “I apologize My Lady, I’ll try to remember for the future.” Smiling again she patted the cheek with fondness, “Very good, my dear.” “ Now give me one of your feet, we’ll start with your shoes and work our way up.” “Yes My Lady,” he said as he lifted his left foot for her to remove his shoe.