**The Arrival**
**Part 1:**
*“Companions are a bridge connecting fantasy to reality. We move between both worlds seamlessly, bending each to our will and finding a home in neither.”*
*- From ‘Ecstasy Exacted’, Companion Handbook Compendium Volume I*
Arrival day is always my favorite, and the anticipation always seems to slow time to a crawl. The Agency always sent me their most promising prospects for their trial period and evaluation, but I was especially excited for this one. I spent the previous evening poring over the dossier, and the more I read the more my imagination caught fire. I did a detailed read of the document many times over, continually impressed with every line I read. The Agency has rigorous standards, yet this prospect had seemingly met and surpassed all of them.
22 years old, 5’3, flaxen hair, creamy soft skin; a perfectly smooth line sloping down from her upper back and gently receding into her slender waist, then invitingly curving outward to her perfect ass. She had a little birthmark on her left cheek about three inches from the top, inviting me to explore her. A flat stomach marked by an adorable little outie tapered gradually upward to her perfectly proportioned breasts and light pink nipples. Her athletic frame was the by-product of the Agency’s rigorous physical training regimen, shaping her to the perfect ideal of physical form. It had worked more thoroughly in her case than perhaps any other prospect I had tutored previously.
In the headshot one of her piercing blue eyes was partially screened by a small segment of her hair, the rest falling over her shoulders like a waterfall of gold. Those thoughtful cerulean eyes pulled me in immediately; I could drown in them, never to be saved. The corner of her mouth caught a few strands of hair, the tips gently resting against the joining of her deep red lips. I imagined my fingers curled under her pale chin, raising her eyes to mine and feeling her gentle breath through the scruff of my beard. I recoiled briefly, reminding myself – I have a job to do.
I never wait near the door, they usually arrive when I’m elsewhere in the estate but this time I decided to receive her personally. I paced back and forth, and could feel my heart rate quicken slightly as I anticipated her arrival. I had trained dozens by this point, every one of them uniquely beautiful, most later going on to be a platinum-level companion. Why was I so intrigued by this one? I couldn’t make sense of it.
More pacing, more reminding myself to breathe, and then I heard the sound of car tires over brick gradually heighten and then cease, followed by the opening of a car door. As I walked outside my driver walked around the car to retrieve her. His gloved hand raised hers up out of the car as she stood up. She was far more beautiful than her pictures had the capacity to convey. Her stylish pink dress was short, with thin straps revealing her milky shoulders. It whipped playfully in the afternoon wind, a carousel highlighting the totality of her perfect features.
I had scanned the extensive pictures in her dossier many times, and yet seeing her beauty come to life in front of my eyes was overwhelming. The Agency photography is pragmatic, sterile, and purpose-driven. Seeing her in front of me now, it was as if a goddess sculpted by the Greek masters of old had been endowed with life. Her hair was playing in the gentle breeze, and her chest expanded as she drew in a large breath of the fresh mountain air, briefly closing her eyes and exhaling as if she could taste it. She was home, at least for a time. I walked forward to introduce myself, but it was she who spoke first.
“Mr. Struan?” Her voice was like honey, trying to mask her eagerness with prudent formality.
“Yes,” I replied. “Welcome to Noble House. Smooth journey I hope?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, genuflecting subtly with a gentle tilt of her head. She knew that the evaluation would start from the moment her white shoes hit the ground, and it was clear she intended to succeed.
“Brock, bring the bags inside, I’ll show her to her room.”
“Will do,” he said as I offered my arm to my new guest. She took it and I guided her towards the door, leading her firmly.
“After you,” I said, indicating the winding staircase to the second floor. I followed behind, stealing glances at her perfect ass tilting side to side and observing the graceful movement of her steps. Even watching her simply climb the stairs was like attending ballet. Her slight and precise movements in every moment were a reflection of a companion who had fully integrated the fundamentals of her training. She was superb.
I led her to a door and opened it, ushering her inside. Bedrooms were set up differently for prospects, a large bed with no headboard centered in the room and adorned with white satin sheets and a few decorative pillows. The rest of the room was decorated with lacquered spruce furniture. There were wardrobes for holding costumes, as well as various tables and cabinets holding other necessary implements. One corner had an open door leading to an en suite bathroom with a recessed circular tub punctuated by polished brass fixtures.
“Stand here,” I commanded, pointing to a spot on the lush tan carpet just beside the bed. I walked behind her, and as I did there was a slight increase in the pace of her breathing. I placed my hands gently on her shoulders, and as I did her breathing suddenly slowed, almost to a stop. I could sense her nervousness building as I moved to her left ear and spoke softly:
“This life isn’t for everyone, in fact it’s ill-suited to most women. This is to be your first experience with a real Master. If you continue, you’ve started on a road that becomes ever more difficult to backtrack. No one would think less of you should you decide to walk away. My time is valuable, and I can’t invest it unless I know you’re ready to give yourself over to me completely. I’m going to push you to the edge, and you will fear the fall. But rest assured that should you stumble over that edge, I will always be there to catch you. In return I demand total obedience, and once you start your trial there is no turning back.” I always gave them this one last chance to turn around, not one of them had ever taken it. “Well?”
“No Master, I want this.” Her voice was coy but certain. All of her training and hard work had led her to this moment, and I could tell she was ready, or at least she thought she was.
“Very well,” I said, as my hands slowly moved down her arms, lightly brushing them with my fingertips. “Remember to breathe; it’s normal to feel anxious at first. Trust in me, follow my lead, and relax. We’ll start with the basics.”
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**Part 2:**
*“Companions are performers by default, but our exploits are fueled by the very real pleasure we experience with our Masters. The goal of every companion is to create a perfect synthesis between the two, self-actualizing as both the provider and recipient of the most intense form of sexual pleasure.”*
*From ‘Ecstasy Exacted’, Companion Handbook Compendium Volume III*
I quickly undressed down to my boxer briefs and moved closer to her, wrapping my hands around her waist and pulling her close; my cock began to swell as her ass pressed against me. She was already tingling from the breath of my words touching the side of her face, and I could feel her relax slightly as her composure became more inviting. I nibbled gently on her ear; just enough that she inhaled sharply and I could sense her heart rate increase. I slowly moved down her neck, gently kissing and enjoying each movement until I reached her neck and her head tilted invitingly to the side.
At this point my hands moved down to rest in the grooves at the top of her legs and I pressed her body into mine. I moved with conviction, each motion further conveying my ownership of her. *From now on, you belong to me.* I continued downward, kissing until I reached her collarbone and moved my hands beneath the hem of her dress to slide her panties off, but she wasn’t wearing any. This one revelation caused me to become rock hard, and I removed my underwear to slide my cock under her dress, resting it gently between her cheeks.
She raised her right hand up and placed it behind my head, firmly stroking my hair and encouraging me closer. As my kissing continued, increasing in intensity, I slid a hand up past her belly and began gently massaging her breast. My other hand moved inwards between her legs, such that she knew it was there but couldn’t yet tell if I was touching her. I could feel her anticipation building as I escalated by just barely grazing her clitoris with my fingertips. She let out a muffled moan as the line between performance and reality began to blur.
At this point she turned her head to meet my lips with hers. She kissed me deeply as she began gently massaging my tongue with her own. She danced gracefully in my mouth, the perfect amount of invitation and passion with none of the clumsy motions usually found in fresh prospects. Usually, I never let prospects escalate until they have more experience, but I was becoming lost in the passion of this perfect moment, and did not resist.
I started rubbing her clitoris harder and could tell by now she was drenched with anticipation, as I started to give attention to her nipples and rub my cock more firmly against her. Her moans increased intensely, and I could tell she was getting close. I measured my pace perfectly, riding the edge of unbridled pleasure while still withholding her release. Each time she tried to press harder to get that last bit of stimulation needed to fulfill the madness of her desire, I subtly withheld. I kept her trapped in this prison of pleasure for several minutes. *You come when I say you do, and not a fucking second sooner.*
I continued pleasuring her as I rubbed my cock intensely against her ass, at which point I deigned to grant her release. I perfectly coordinated all of my motions as her pleasure mounted, culminating in a crescendo of intensity. Her knees tightened together as she erupted with pleasure and let out a screech of ecstasy. Her legs quivered intensely and she drew several deep breaths as her juices gushed down the inside of her hips. She moaned loudly for a few seconds with her mouth closed tight and began to fall forward, having lost control of her body in the overwhelming strength of her orgasm. I raised my hand from her breast, crossing her body to hold her up.
“Didn’t I say I’d catch you if you fell?” I smirked wickedly, and she giggled through heavy breaths as she collected herself from the remaining ripples of pleasure washing over her body.
“Yes Master, you did,” she stuttered slightly as her breathless her body took several moments to normalize.
I moved my hands to her shoulders and slid the straps of her dress to the side, causing it to slide to the floor and reveal her naked body. I moved my left hand up, supporting her waist, and with my right I ran my fingers up the back of her head as her golden hair moved between them. I grasped her hair in my right hand and continued rubbing my cock against her ass, and she pressed gently against me with anticipation. My mind went wild thinking of all the incredible things I was going to do to her. I jerked her head close to mine pressing my face against the side of hers, and spoke into her ear.
“Do you want your Master’s cock?”
“Yes, Master. I want it so bad,” her voice whimpered meekly, betraying the desperation of her body.
I backed up slightly and lowered my cock between her legs. Then, I pushed her feet together with my own causing her inner thighs to grasp my cock. I began moving back and forth, my cock gliding smoothly against her thighs and pussy thanks to the fresh juices of her orgasm.
“Not sure I believe you, how bad do you want it?” I teased, as my left hand returned to her breast and gently teased her nipple.
“More than anything, Master,” she pleaded, as she repositioned slightly to feel my cock rub harder against her center.
I backed up slightly and she bent over a bit more, raising her ass and presenting her beautiful pussy to my eager, throbbing cock. I pressed the tip gently against her, still controlling her head with a handful of her hair. I took my cock in my other hand and began rubbing it across her pussy and clit, prodding her slightly but still denying her penetration. I could see the frustration building in her, the chaos of her desperate need for me pitted against her helplessness and lack of control. She was burning ever hotter as I continued rubbing my cock harder against her and pressing slightly more of the tip inside, a few millimeters at a time.
“Do you want this!?” My voice rose in volume and I tightened my grip on her hair.
“YES!!” She screamed as her voice cracked.
I moved my hand from my cock around to the front of her waist, and in a single motion I pressed all of my length deep inside of her. She recoiled and let out a wail as my throbbing cock penetrated the deepest parts of her, and again her knees buckled as her juices streamed from her pussy. Her body shook as her mouth opened with a cascade of loud moans, her moisture dripping down to the base of my cock and off of my balls onto the floor. I was in awe of her sensitivity. The carpet was now damp at our feet from her second orgasm, and her inner legs were soaked all the way to the floor.
The inside of her was like silk, clamping down on me harder as I began pressing into her over and over, exploring all of her depth with every stroke. She began moving her thighs in rhythm with my own, and my pace quickened as I raised my hand up to her breast and squeezed it tightly with her nipple between my fingertips. Every few moments her head would try to tilt forward as she became overwhelmed, and I’d jerk her back by the hair to keep her positioned. I explored her for several minutes, varying my pace and angle to experience all the incredible sensations her body could offer.
My pleasure continued to build and I released her hair, pushing the center of her back forward as she bent over and slumped onto the bed. Her back arched as if by reflex, and I placed both my hands on her perfect ass and pulled her backward, burying my cock in her as deep as it would go. She grasped a handful of the sheets in each of her hands and pressed her face into the bed. She let out muffled screams as I continued relentlessly pounding her, using both of my hands to grab her ass and pull it onto me with every motion.
I lifted my right arm high and slapped her ass hard with an open hand, causing her to wail in response. Moments later her pale skin turned pink in a perfect outline of my hand. I continued spanking her bare ass every few seconds until her beautiful cheeks were covered in bright pink. I began fucking her even harder, and watching her firm ass jiggle slightly just below my abs was almost too much to bear. I slammed into her pink, freshly spanked ass over and over as our pleasure mounted, preparing to erupt.
I could feel my balls tighten slightly as I continued fucking, and her head was now tilted to the side with breathless moans escaping every few seconds. My world began falling away as all of my thoughts, emotions, and desires collapsed into complete focus on the perfection of this moment. Her magnificent body was elevating me to the apex of human pleasure as I watched her total dissolution into a puddle of willing need for me.
Quickening the pace further, I placed my hands on either side of her hips and pressed into her as hard and fast as my well-trained body would allow. Her gorgeous pussy tightened harder still around my unyielding cock, and all her muscles contracted as her back arched further upwards; she was ready. I pulled her towards me with all of my strength and leaned forward. My cock exploded into her, unleashing a torrent of hot cum that poured into the depths of her pussy as I groaned with pleasure. She replied in kind as her body began quaking and streams of my cum mixed with her juices began running down her legs. I continued coming for what seemed like eternity as I placed a hand on either side of the bed, throbbing and spurting more of my warm seed into her body as she cried out in ecstasy.
We stayed there for several moments and I felt dizzy as the remaining waves of pleasure washed over my body and a few beads of sweat rolled down my face. Her body went limp and I kept my cock inside her while I gently ran my hands across her ass, admiring her perfect form while I collected myself. As my body began to normalize I leaned over her and gave her a soft kiss on the ear as she continued breathing heavily.
“Welcome to Noble House,” I whispered gently.
I slowly withdrew my cock from her pussy and she moaned slightly as I watched a river of my warm seed leak from her exhausted hole and run down her legs. Her pussy and ass were bright pink now, used and slightly swollen from the primal fucking she’d received. I began dressing and she stayed in that position, her breathing beginning to slow and her body returning to her control. Just before I left I caught a glimpse of her face, eyes closed and wearing a slight smile of pure satisfaction and joy only found in the countenance of a properly fucked woman. This life is not for everyone, but it was certainly for her. I walked out of the room and took my leave until our next encounter that evening.
*(To be continued)*
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