Deepest Pleasure

Chapter 5

Slowly coming to awareness, jolting upright as she remembers the humiliation of the past hours, rubbing her hands over her face as she tries to not open her eyes, thinking, pressing her forehead to her knees, letting the feelings that are in her head flow through her with flitting images, the feeling of helplessness she felt when He held her hair and forced her to do such naughty things for Him, the feeling of safety and security as He called her a good girl and held her close against His chest, allowing her to cry, the sweet release of tears as they washed down her face when she finally let her sobs out, the icy coldness that settled over her when He finally pushed her away and walked from her, trying to ignore the fact that all she had wanted to do at that time was crawl after Him, yes crawl, god she wanted to crawl after a man and beg Him to stay with her, hold her and teach her, all this confusion, what was happening to her?!

She slowly crawls, her body aching, over to her water dish. Seeing that it had been replenished while she slept, wondering why she did not wake, reaching up and gathering her hair into her hand so it does not get wet as she laps at the sweet cool water. Not even thinking twice about her actions, until she notices the dish of food and the scent of it, her belly rumbling with hunger. Tilting her head as she ponders how to eat this and stay clean at the same time. Noting that it is some sort of stew, chunks of potato and meat floating in a rich creamy broth. Whimpering as the scent makes her feel weak with hunger, yet not wanting to eat it with out her hands or silverware. Cheeks flaming with heat, eyes flickering to the door, her belly cramping at the thought of more punishment. She slowly creeps closer to the food dish. The steam, warm and fragrant, as it curls up at her nose. Mouth watering, looking around quickly and ducking her face down to lick at the broth. The richness of it on her tongue causing her to lap faster, taking all she can get. Tilting her head slightly to wrap soft lips around a small chunk of potato as she slowly sucks it into her mouth. Sitting back on her heels as the taste settles over her, heavenly and sinful at the same time. The hot broth dripping down her chin as she chews, unable to stop it, hunger making her eat rapidly finally. Lips and tongue working at the stew as if they had always known how to, so intent on filling her hungry belly that she does not hear the door opening or the boots that approach her, stopping behind her.

Not knowing that the Man is watching the beast as she laps at the bowl of stew. Soft whimpers leaving her lips as she gets her fill, one hand still curled around her long locks, keeping them safely out of the way. A soft cry leaving her lips as she suddenly feels a hand on her shoulder and jerks upright, all hunger forgotten, head bucking up, eyes flashing to His face, her tongue rolling over her lips, dabbing at the corners of them, shameful pink color heating her cheekbones as she sees the smile curling up the corners of His lips. "Well, well, well girl, I see you ate like you are supposed to. Very good, I am pleased with you".

With these words she feels her belly unknot, her body settling back, eyes glued to His hands as he reaches into the bag he carries and hands her a brush. "Now make yourself presentable. I wish to look at you. You have 10 minutes to present yourself to me. You may use the clean water and clothes that are over by your bucket".

She gasps as she reaches for the brush and blinks at His words, tugging the brush through long snarled locks, eyes watering as she tries to get her hair smooth and straight again, feeling it settle over her body like a soft warm cloud, looking around quickly and crawling to her bucket, the heavy sway of her breasts in her t-shirt making her well aware of the fact that she is barely dressed in front of this man, trying to hurry, knowing His eyes are watching her movements, somehow that thought is making it much harder for her to move, the heat in her lower belly making her wonder if she is getting ill.

Dipping a cloth in the water in the dish by her bucket and washing her face, drying it of all tears and food drippings. Groaning at herself for having been caught in such a state. Relaxing as she feels clean and presentable again. Turning, she slowly crawls over towards the man, not sure at all how she is to present herself to Him. Eyes wide in her face as she sees Him lift his hand to stop her from moving "Stop girl".

She stops and looks at Him.

"I want you to listen to me and listen closely. In case you have not noticed, you are still dressed. Wearing clothing in front of a male in doors is a privilege. One you have not yet earned, and in time, perhaps one you will enjoy not having. I expect you naked. Your panties are soiled. You had not removed them when I punished you. I am assuming with all that is going on you have not noticed any of this. You will be forgiven this once. Now, you have 3 minutes left. I suggest you get your ass in gear".

She gasps, pulling back, mind swirling, "naked!" He expects her to be naked for Him! Oh …no no no that is not possible. She must have heard wrong. Being naked was never a part of this deal. No, it was not, she would have balked. Only her boyfriend had ever seen her naked. This could not be happening. Her thoughts spinning out of control, not noticing the passage of the 3 minutes as she stared at the floor with her arms wrapped around her belly until she suddenly felt the sharp pain in her scalp as He yanked her head back by her hair.

"Time's up, cunt. You did not choose to obey me. We will fix that".

And with that, he removes a sharp blade from his pocket and proceeds to draw it up her thigh, the blade turned away from her flesh. Her heart stopping as she flinches back. "Oh, My God. NO, don't, You never told me I had to be naked! I can't be naked! I can't I can't I can't".

"You can, and you will, cunt. That is how I wish it, and what I wish is always what happens, especially with little sluts like you. Being naked can be either very freeing or very humiliating, depending on the situation. Because of your slowness, you may find this very humiliating, that's tough for you".

The blade of His knife cuts her panties free from her thigh, sliding right through the soft cotton. Her breath totally stopping as her mind goes blank, feeling the soft material falling from her body, leaving her defenseless as His knife slides between her breasts. His fingers holding her head back, taut. Her pulse very evident in the crook of her neck as he slices right through her t-shirt, baring her breasts to Him, her nipples small and pink on her heaving chest. Hands flying up by instinct to block her body from view, material pooling on the floor around her bottom as her back is arched back. Pain flashing red in her head as she is slapped, a hard slap to the sides of her breasts with the flat of His knife.

"Hands down. NOW, cunt. Don't you EVER block your body from my view. If you do, you may wish you were dead by the time I finish with you".

Her hands dropping to her sides as she struggles to hide her face in shame. Her entire body bared to His view, chest heaving , sobs building in her throat,….unwilling to think of what may be next as she feels His gaze sliding over her body, up and down, up and down, His fingers tightening their hold on her hair slowly, ever so slowly…..