Friday

Melanie's POV

I had driven Marc to the airport and now I was on my way back home. He promised to call when he made it to Africa and that he would bring me a surprise back. I became all giddy like a schoolgirl and promised him a double dose of caramel delight when he returned.

I finally made it home when I noticed a man dressed in all black ringing my doorbell. A black delivery van with a symbol and phone number was on the side. I grabbed my purse and pepper spray just in case I had to attack.

"May I help you?"

"My name is Ash and I'm here to deliver a package for Ms. Melanie Guillory from Mistress Dominique LaSalle."

"Oh, okay."

"Actually there are several boxes in my van for you. Can I bring them in?"

"Sure, let me open the door."

I unlocked the door and opened it wide for him. He placed the boxes in the living room. Minutes later he must have brought in six huge black boxes with a weird symbol on top. I signed the form and went to tip him but it was already taken care of, he nodded and then he was gone.

I kneeled down in front of the boxes. They were all labeled from one to six. On the top one there was a red lace sealed envelope. On the front in calligraphy was my name. I detached it from the box and opened it.

The stationary paper had a distinct appealing aroma. The lace tip was an added touch. The paper was thick and the black writing was exquisitely done in an old but precise font.

Dearest Melanie,

Marc has informed me of your intentions about a very different lifestyle that most are either not aware of or frighten of what they may become. After talking to Marc he feels that you may suit a role as more of a dominant than a subordinate. There is nothing wrong with that but with this charge comes responsibilities and duties that many have sought but only a few have accomplished.

Inside these boxes are items that will give you the basic knowledge of the lifestyle. Diagrams, notes, books, even samples of things that even the novice should be aware of before you are brought to an event. If you have any questions call me on my personal line down below.

Oh this is not to be shared with anyone including Marc. Things that are in these boxes may not be suitable for all (evil grin).

Have Fun,
Dommi ❤️

Okay Tammy may have been right. Why does it feel that I am about to open Pandora's Box?

I stood up and poured me a glass of wine staring at the boxes from the island. I took a sip and then another, then another, another and another until the glass was empty. I poured another glass.

I tapped my foot on the marble floor. I couldn't be scared, I wanted this, did I? I was starting to rethink this idea. I took a deep breath and walked into the bedroom. I turned on the television flipping through the channels. Of course nothing was on. I decided to do a little exercise so I walked over to the treadmill and started it up. Once my rhythm got going, suddenly I was bored and stopped.

I peeked out the door and the boxes were still there. What did you expect Mel, they can't walk? Shut up I told myself.

I tried calling Tammy but she didn't answer. I tried calling my dad and he didn't answer either. Damn it, I needed more friends. I went back out to the kitchen finishing up my wine and poured the last of it moments later. Why was I so afraid? I talked all that noise and now since reality was staring me back in the face I was punking out.

I rolled my shoulders back and tilted my neck from side to side. Jumping in place and pretending to box, I was siking myself up. Think Mike Tyson, Sugar Ray and Ali, Mel.

"Okay I will open box number one. Surely she wouldn't scare the bejesus out of me in the very first box."

I closed my eyes. Okay you can do this. Deep breaths. Peeking inside as I heard myself ripping off the tape, inside was a bunch of shred and notebooks, hard covered books and a photo album. When I pulled the last book out a note fell out.

Read the books in order. Can't rise to the occasion if you don't know the history.

She had labelled the books in order. The first one was a history book giving me the history of BSDM.

The history of the dominatrix is argued to date back to rituals of the Goddess Inanna (or Ishtar as she was known in Akkadian), in ancient Mesopotamia. Ancient cuneiform texts consisting of "Hymns to Inanna" have been cited as examples of the archetype of powerful, sexual female displaying dominating behaviors and forcing Gods and men into submission to her.

I looked at the picture of the strong but feminine goddess. Inanna's symbol was an eight-pointed star. She was associated with lions - even then a symbol of power - and was frequently depicted standing on the backs of two lionesses. Showing power and resilience.

I traced her picture and stared. I remembered seeing a portrait of her on the island and little lion figurines.

Reading further I became so captivated I didn't realized darkness had fallen outside. Looking at the clock it was almost midnight. Hours had passed and suddenly exhaustion had hit me.

I heard my phone ringing. I grabbed it and noticed I had over seven missed calls from Marc. I quickly answered and his sexy voice radiated through the phone.

I took a deep. "Hey stranger."

"Where have you been? I've tried to call you since this afternoon."

"I've been...shopping."

"Did you buy something I would like?"

"It all depends on what you like."

"Anything that involves you. I can imagine you dipped in chocolate and me totally giving into my sweet tooth."

I had to smile. "So I'm your sweet obsession?"

"You have no idea girl."

"I miss you already handsome."

"I miss you too love. It's getting late and I needed to hear your voice before I turn in."

"That's so sweet."

"Sweet dreams and I hope you dream about me."

"I was thinking more Scott Foley, Bradley Cooper, Idris Elba or Matt Bomer possibly all four," I said with a giggle.

"Wow it takes four men to replace me, Ms. Guillory."

"Smartass."

He laughed.

"Although it takes four to replace me, you will never be completed satisfied until I touch you. No one can make your body sing like I can," he whispered in that deep voice that had me throbbing below. Just his words left me breathless.

"Just joking! I will be thinking about you in my dreams tonight because no one can take your place. You are mine and don't you forget it," which I said so fast I had given myself a brain freeze.

Okay my pearl was throbbing and ready to explode. I moaned.

"I can hear your voiceless whispers calling to me. You can feel what I feel and what I feel is me so deep inside of you that you don't know where I start or end."

I licked my lips. Damn him to hell! I touched myself thinking he was right there.

"That soft skin of yours gently caressing mine and your fingertips gliding down my back. Oh I can just feel your breath teasing me against my ear telling me how good it feels. Can you feel it?"

"Oh...yes," I replied while my hand dipped down below.

"So soft. Mel you have no idea how good you feel as you stroke me with those thick, wet lips down below. You feel so damn good."

My fingers were now deep inside turning me on. I could hear his voice guiding me to that pleasure I wanted but it wouldn't be the ultimate one as he wasn't here to give it to me.

I called out his name working to get to that point of release. My other hand followed his instructions where he had memorized my peaks and curves. It almost felt like he was here watching and guiding me which only turned me on even more. His sexual exploration of my body only ignited the flame that was so deep that the brimstone burned not only internally but externally.

"That's it baby, I can almost feel how wet you are. Just the way I like you."

"Marc...oh Gawd!" My trembles turned into an earthquake causing me to scream.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I called out as wave after wave was released. This man had me feening. I twisted my nipples with one hand while the other was drenched in my juices. I wasn't sure if I was calling his name in my head or in the heavens. My body finally relaxed from the bliss that his words conceived.

"That's it love. My sweet love. I love you and sweet dreams."

All I could do was nod. Words were caught in my throat and my breath was the only thing that answered. He hung up and I slid the phone to my side.

Looking down I was buck naked with my clothes tossed between the sofa and floor.

How in the world did he do that?

I grabbed my clothes and took a shower. Lord give strength to make it through until this man comes back.

Saturday

I had just come back from the food warehouse where I bought chocolate by the buckets. The cashier had looked at me funny but she had no idea the fun I was about to have. I walked in the door and the boxes were still in the middle of my living room. Once I finished with my task, it was off to studying.

I had all my bags and went into the bathroom. Taking each container of chocolate, I poured it in the tub. Striping off my clothes leaving on just my sexy red bra and lace thong, I put my phone on the stand. He wanted me in chocolate he was going to get a first hand view.

"Chocolate Caramel Delight made especially for the chocolate lover in you," I said into the wide screen of the phone.

I hit play on the mini remote and the intro instrumental of Miguel's, Adorn, played in the background. I did a little seductive dance before twirling my toes in the tub full of chocolate. Listening to the words I rubbed my hands up and down my body. I unclipped my hair letting it fall down my shoulders. I dropped to my knees raising the chocolate up and spreading chocolate chips as they slowly made their way through my fingers.

Putting my covered fingers in my mouth I slowly sucked them tracing them back down my throat, between my chest on down through the valley below. Singing the words,

"These lips can't wait to taste your skin, baby, no, no
And these eyes, yeah, can't wait to see your grin, ooh ooh baby
Just let my love
Just let my love adorn you
Please baby, yeah"

My body was was rolling and dipping until chocolate covered me up to my chest. I continue to move in seductive ways never taking me eyes off the camera. I wanted him to see the sweet and the nasty side of me.

Pouring more chocolate on, the music switched to Candy Shop, by 50 cent. The upbeat tempo had me shaking and snapping my fingers. I took my bra off twirling it in the air and watched it fly across the bathroom. Smiling into the camera, I licked my lips and then I brushed my fingertips back and forth where they evidently caused my sensitive buds to harden.

I stood up dripping in chocolate. Easing down my thong, I turned my backside to the camera, making it bounce just a little and then giving it a wiggle. I turned my face as I wiggled, slipping a white, chocolate dipped, long banana in my mouth. Showing him exactly what I wanted to do to him, I rubbed it against my lips.

The song continued on and I dipped back down. Hitting my Prince, When Doves Cry tub move, I kicked my leg up and watched as the chocolate dripped down. Tossing my thong out the tub, I faced the camera.

Looking directly at him and licking my finger in my chocolate delight, I poured caramel between my boobs and smeared it across my body. I was sticky, covered in milk chocolate and ready to cover myself in whip cream and...horny? Yep I was a certifiable freak of the industry.

I poured the whip cream into my mouth, down my body and up my legs. Smoothing it over my body, I could only imagined what I looked like, but somehow I didn't care. I was doing this for the man I loved and cherished.

Reaching out the side of the tub, I grabbed Big Marc, my vibratory device and parted the chocolate sea below. Not only did Big Marc provide a perfect orgasmic delight but provided pure pleasurable entertainment.

After my trembles subsided, I looked back at the camera. Rising up out the sea of chocolate, I looked into the camera and said, "I miss you and can't wait to see you so you can play in your very own chocolate shop." I blew him a kiss and turned the camera off.

I replayed the video and I had to admit it was hot, sexy and I hoped he would get a kick out of it. Before I sent the video, I put a warning across the screen in text to watch when he was all alone. My finger hovered over the send button for a moment until I did it.

Looking back at the chocolate mess I made, I got depressed because someone had to clean it up and since I didn't have a maid, it was going to have to be me. Next time I really needed to think these things through. I grabbed my phone and looked up a cleaning service, dialed and convinced them to do the job.

Hours later my bathroom was sparkling but I did get some dirty looks and shaking of their heads. I paid them generously and tipped each one separate for their due diligence. Looking back, I looked at my tub one last time before I turned the light off.

Sunday

"Wow Mel. I was blown away, deeply and erotically turned on at your chocolate masterpiece. I will never look at chocolate the same again," Marc's tannish red face said staring back at me. He had finally found a good connection to FaceTime me.

He had only been gone two and a half days but I truly missed seeing his face. Those sexy, devilish eyes, those sweet tender lips and fantasies about his tongue darting back and forth caused me to sit up straight in the chair.

"Did you really like it hun, was it too much?"

"Oh no, it was perfect in every way."

"I'm glad you liked it."

"I loved it. I like when you explore your sexuality. If you don't know what you like how can you communicate it to me. You know I want to please you in every single way. When you take control it's a huge turn on because you keep me guessing and there is never a dull moment with you."

"I just want to keep my man happy."

"Oh he stays happy knowing he has you. I got to go but I will talk to you soon. I love you my Chocolate Queen."

"I love you too my White Chocolate King."

We hung up and I pouted out my lips. A man I nearly despised of months ago was now the man of my desires. It was amazing how things could change in an instant.

Monday

After flipping through notecards of definitions I was soon ready to empty the next box. Inside box number 2, another note was inside.

Box number two and three go together.

I opened the third box pulling off the tape. Going back to box two a black book entitled Domintrix, trimmed in dark gold script now laid before me. I pulled out pictures of previous Domintrixs' posing in different seductive poses along with some of their submissives. I could tell some of them predated to the fifties and the modern day pic some had Dominique in her earlier years.

I opened the book and an inscription was written under the dedication.

This life is all about consciousness, conscientiousness, consent, safety, sanity, fulfillment, enjoyment, and pleasure. It requires a knowledge and understanding of self, embracement of your compulsions, which might not be acceptable in mainstream society. It requires that you know who you are, what you want, and be willing to go beyond the limits and constraints society places on you. It also means being subjected to ridicule, dismissal, disrespect, and people trying to tell you who or what you are or are allowed to be.

Then you have people like me and you who are naturally dominant and aggressive in most aspects of life. We're leaders, we take charge, we have commanding presence, we run things, we enjoy the power and control we have, we're outspoken, and everyone recognizes that and respects it. Be true to yourself, don't fight the makeup of your being. Finding the one that can truly bring out the best is the one that can feel that void, that sense of purpose, desire and that unwavering lust that can only be described as The One.

As you learn the ways of our beloved sanctuary, there can be more than one but not at the same time. They are called switchers as they can be dominant and submissive. It is okay to submit, I enjoy knowing that at times somewhere, that Vlad, Nico or both have ultimate control over me, even when I'm standing in front of a board room, making budget decisions, disciplining an employee, designing a new line, or having an uproarious conversation. The control is still there, and everything that You are belongs to him and exists for his use according to his wants and needs to make him happy.

However, at times you will have a craving to submit to Marc because of equal or greater power, dominance, aggression, etc. We feel comfortable giving over the power to someone else and taking the secondary, submissive role when there is a commonality. I wouldn't label us as "submissive," the adjective, because we don't have submissive bones in our bodies. However, when under the control of a Dominant, we willingly and gladly submit. When the roles change it's easier to see both sides of the coin.

Own your womanhood Melanie, and all of the rights and provisions due to you as an equal human being in this world. You should expect to be respected and honored as a woman worthy of everything in this world. Listen to that inside voice and free yourself to indulge in the unguilty pleasures that makes you...you.

D

I reread her words as they draped over me. I didn't have to fight for control every time. It was okay to submit, it didn't make me weak, it boasted me to become the woman I was meant to be.

Digging in the third box I pulled out a wardrobe bag. Inside of it was a black, leather, two piece catsuit that seemed to be in my size. Inside the tag read Goddess Beauté Noire.

Continuing to dig inside the huge box were a pair of Christian Louboutin's at the bottom. Opening the box, a pair of Seann Girl five inch black leather over the knee boots made me smile. There were pockets on the sides and I could only imagine what I could use them for. Standing the boots up, you could definitely define sexy.

Looking back in my box, another red box was inside so I opened it to find a red and black corset, matching red and black thongs, fishnets, garters, long gloves and a pair of finger-less gloves. I put them up to me and I couldn't wait to give them a try.

Last but not least there was another box. Inside was a jumpdrive. I looked at it suspiciously. Before hooking it up to my television, I grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass. Walking back to my living room I pressed the play button and my lesson began.

Once it went off, I looked at the clock and it was almost two am. Why did I feel like I was cramming for an exam. Maybe I needed to take it easy. I was more than sure I had bags the size of mattresses under my eyes. I climbed in bed and before my last shoe dropped to the carpet I was out like a light.

Tuesday

I didn't get up until after noon. My eyes were bloodshot from staying up all hours of the night. Yawning I checked my phone