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Joshua’s Love
Chapter 3
Dinner is pleasant and uneventful. It is nice to sit at the table with you and have you feed me. The wine you chose is a perfect complement to the meal and it relaxes me. You are talkative and playful, a side of you that we have not had a lot of time to explore in the few days I have been here. Your light mood inspires me to speak freely to you. I slide from my chair to my knees beside your chair and look up at you.
“Master may I speak?” I ask suddenly shy.
“Yes pet” you smile and stroke my face.
“Master about this afternoon…..I overstepped my place again and I am sorry.” I look at the floor.
Your laugh surprises me and I look at you. You push your chair back from the table and rise.
“Sletje if that is the worse infraction you have I shall be a very happy Master indeed.” You say and chuckle as you retire to the living room.
I quickly clear the dining room table and clean the kitchen. I hear you moving in the other room then I hear music playing and I hear you ascend the stairs. I hear the shower a few minutes later and I hurry to finish the dishes. As I am drying the last one you appear in the kitchen in your robe and look around with approval. You signal me to follow you and I drop to my knees and crawl to the dining room with you. You motion to the table and I stare blankly at you for a second. Then realization of what you want hits me and I giggle as I climb on the table. You go to the china cabinet and remove several items then return to the table carrying restraints and rope. I shiver as you wordlessly attach the wrist restraints to the table legs. You repeat with the ankle restraints and I again shiver in anticipation as you leave my field of vision again and then return with nipple clamps, a bottle of wine and a tube of ointment.
You pour the wine on my tits and the nipples immediately harden as the cold liquid hits them. You lick and suck the wine from them and I moan and try to force more into your mouth. You pull away and slap my tits hard. I whimper and relax against the table again. You pinch and twist my nipples until I moan then attach the clamps and tighten them down. You tug the chain that lies between them then you pull it up and hold it to my mouth.
“Here slut hold this, give your mouth something to do. Do not let it go.” You warn.
I take the chain between my teeth and gasp as the clamps pull hard on my nipples. You pick up the bottle of wine and pour some between my legs careful to avoid the newly branded area. Moving to the end of the table you lean in and lap the wine from me. You slowly lick the folds of my cunt barely separating them, teasing me, enjoying the power you have over my body. I moan loudly and almost release the chain as you press on my clit with your tongue. I shiver and moan again as you bite my clit. My hips raise and I gasp as I feel my orgasm building quickly. Flicking my clit with your tongue and biting it sends waves of pleasure and pain through me and I begin to beg you to allow me to cum. You slide two fingers into my cunt as you release my clit. You work them in and out coating them with my juices and sending me toward the edge of a powerful climax. You pull them out and my hips continue to thrust, wanting you. You force the fingers into my ass in one push and the pain makes me shudder.
“Cum NOW, slut” you growl.
You slide your tongue deep in me and lick my juices as I cum hard at your command. I cry out loudly and again almost drop the chain. My body shakes and I moan non stop as my orgasm rocks on. Finally I calm down and you pull away from me and remove your fingers from me. You walk to the head of the table again and pull on the chain between my lips. I release it and look at you. You bring your hand to my mouth and I open my mouth but do not try to lick them. You pause a few seconds, testing me, then you push them into my mouth. I gag but then begin to suck them clean.
“Good girl,” Your praise makes me swell with pride.
You remove your fingers and look at my body stretched out on the table. A slow lingering look that reminds me of the way someone might study a Picasso they had bought. I blush under your gaze hoping that I still meet with your approval. You move closer to examine my brand and you trace it lightly. The touch on the fresh wound causes pain but I try not to flinch. You walk to the side of the table where you left the ointment and you uncap it.
“We cannot let this get infected sletje, hold still.”
You issue the warning as you wipe the cream on the burn and I hold still then finally cry out with the pain. You nod your satisfaction then replace the ointment and the bottle of wine. You return to me and remove the clamps from my nipples. They burn like fire as they are released and I moan. You have a flogger in your hand and as the pain in my nipples begins to subside you flog my tits causing me to jump and moan again. You take slow, measured strokes building in intensity as you see my body respond. My tits turn red as the stokes get stronger then you move to my stomach then back to my upper chest. I am bright red from my neck to my stomach and I am panting and writhing with the need to cum again. You throw the flogger aside and climb on the table between my spread legs. You spread my cunt lips with your cock head then enter me roughly. I moan and you thrust hard and fast. I thrash as much as I can under you needing to cum and you sink your teeth into my neck as you moan.
“Cum NOW slet! Cum with your Master!” Your voice commands.
My orgasm is overwhelming and I cry out your name as I cum. I can feel your cock swell and start to pump your hot cum in me as I ride the first wave of my orgasm. You collapse on me as you regain your composure and I tremble with the power of my orgasm. You climb off the table and pour a glass of wine, then down it in one drink. You release my hands and feet and help me to sit up making me balance on the edge of the table until I am steady. Your hand on my shoulder signals me to drop to my knees and clean your cock. I take you into my mouth and lick and suck your cock clean then I suckle your balls until they are clean. I sit back on my heels and look at you lovingly.
You pour two glasses of wine and motion to the living room where there is a fire burning and music still playing. I follow on my hands and knees as you take a seat on the couch. I kneel at your feet and you stroke my head softly. You stare into the fire as you sip your wine lost in thought and I stay quietly at your side. After a while you signal me to move in front of you and bend over. I do and you prop your feet on my and read your book. As time passes my back begins to ache but I do not even think of shifting or complaining. I relax as much as I can and wait.
“Dhyanna it is time for bed.”
You slide your feet from me and walk to the stairs. I crawl stiffly behind you. We go upstairs into our room and I kneel as you go into the bathroom and return a few minutes later. I go in and turn on the water to take a quick shower. I step in and let the warm water course over my aching body, closing my eyes and enjoying the feeling of the water massaging my skin. I go back into the bedroom after I dry and comb out my hair. I crawl to my place at the side of the bed and you are already lying in your place above me. I kneel and wait for your permission to lie down.
“Sleep slut, you have had a rough day. Tomorrow will be easier on you. We will let the brand heal for a few days.”
You motion me to my mat and then turn off the light and roll over. I lie down and close my eyes and sleep overtakes me immediately and I dream of the house and the stream and of the Master I serve. I awake to your alarm clock going off and, as you are still sleeping, I kneel at the side of the bed and take your cock in my mouth awaiting your morning offering. You stir slightly then I feel your urine start and I suck gently to make sure I do not miss a drop. That task done I race to the bathroom and get ready for the day. I crawl out of the bathroom to see you sitting on the edge of the bed and you glance my way then nod toward the door. I crawl downstairs to the kitchen and stand to prepare breakfast. I set one place at the table then make an omelet and toast for you. I set the food and some juice on the table as you appear downstairs. I kneel beside you as you eat and read the paper. You feed me bits of food as you eat and I wait quietly for you to finish. You finally put the paper down and get up from the table. You are dressed in jeans and a shirt and as you stand you tell me your plans for the day.
“I will be going to town to get some things we need and
having lunch there with a friend. I will
be back by
You stroke my face then turn and leave. I watch you go then start on the kitchen,
then head upstairs to get the laundry.
Laundry started I go and dust the living room and the dining room. Walking down the hall to the kitchen I notice
a door to a closet under the stairs and I open it. I gasp in shock as I see it opens into
another room. A large area that is
obviously meant for entertaining, seating is circled around a table in the
center of the room. The room is dark in
color and atmosphere and I shiver in spite of myself. I walk in and admire the selection of “toys”
that the room contains and the other furniture that is present. Spanking benches, a set of wooden ponies
(racing perhaps and I giggle) and a
I quickly finish changing the bed and cleaning our bathroom. I find more candles and I replace the ones that have burned down. As I carry the last of the laundry to the stairs I pause at the other doors in the hallway. I had assumed they were bedrooms, but then again I had assumed the one downstairs was a closet. I open the first one and see a guest room beautifully decorated and seemingly ready for guests. I enter it and dust it quickly then leave and move to the next door. This one turns out to be a guest bathroom that is already stocked and spotless so I continue to the last door. I open the door and find another guest room just as nice as the first and I dust it also then leave.
“Lots of room for guests,” I think as I head again downstairs.
The house cleaned and the laundry done I sit at the kitchen table to clean the brand and I notice the time. It is almost time to start dinner so I hurry with my wound care and then start dinner. Steak, mashed potatoes and corn tell of my American Midwestern upbringing and I smile at the comfort foods I have selected. A chilled red wine will complete the meal and I set the table for one. At exactly seven I hear your car in the driveway and I quickly crawl to the door and wait for you. You enter and smile as you see me waiting. You pat my head as you walk past and head to the table. I crawl to the kitchen and get your meal and take it to the table. I again kneel quietly as you eat and offer me bites and sips of the wine. Dinner finished you retire to the living room to watch TV and I clean up. I crawl into you and kneel again at your side.
“Master?” I say timidly.
You look at me. “Yes pet?”
“The room Master, the one under the stairs…” my voice trails off as I am unsure how to continue.
“I wondered when you would find that pet,” You smile, “what about it?”
“What will it be used for?” I ask and immediately realize the idiocy of the question.
You raise an eyebrow at me and I look at the floor. “Yes Master it is pretty self explanatory” I say laughing a little.
“Actually, sletje I am glad you mentioned that room. We will be having a get together this weekend and the room will be utilized. I assume you also found the guest rooms and put them in order. Some of our guests may stay a few days.” You say as you turn off the TV.
You turn on some music and lean back on the couch. I can see the outline of your erection through your jeans and I smile at you. You nod to me and I reach for your zipper. You slap my hand away.
“Do not use your hands pet” you say.
I unzip your pants with my teeth. I remove your pants and your shorts without using my hands at all, only my lips and teeth. You smile at the submissive gesture and stroke my face and I reach out with my tongue and take your hard cock in my mouth and suck and lick it feeling it grow more as I slide from shaft to tip in long slow strokes. You moan, grab my hair and you pull me hard down on your cock cutting my air off. I suck and moan, then struggle a little as you do not back me off for several minutes and panic sets in.
“I could finish you off right now slet, if I wanted to” you whisper in my ear.
As the words you say sink in they set off a chain reaction in my brain and I cum without any warning. The loss of my control pushes you over the edge and you cum deep in my throat, still holding me tight to you. True panic hits me as I begin to get dizzy and just as the room dims you pull me off and hold me up by my hair. Gasping I draw ragged breaths as you stare at me.
“You know my words are true slut.” You rise and climb the stairs.
I follow you slowly trembling with emotion and a sense of anticipation that makes my stomach turn and my cunt wet. I climb the stairs and I hear you showering. I kneel and wait for you. You enter the bedroom and toss your towel at me.
“Dry me slut.” You command softly.
I do as I am told and take my time enjoying the intimate task. Reluctantly finishing I fold the towel to take to the bathroom. You climb into bed as I take my shower and prepare for sleep. When I return to the room you look at me and smile.
“Stand slut and let me see my brand on you.” You say quietly.
I stand and step closer to the bed as you examine me. Your finger traces the burned flesh and I shiver.
“Looks good my love, get some sleep now. I will run before breakfast in the morning” you yawn and turn off the light.
I lie down and fall into a fitful sleep with dreams full of
images of our time together.
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