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Chapter 4
Opening my eyes slightly as the rough palms of a hand starts to touch across my cheek. His thumb gently swiping my cheek bone like a doting parent looking at a child that so adores. Inhaling deeply, forgetting the binds that hold my wrists tightly down, trying to reach back out to touch my own fingers across His face. The reality of my situation coming back full force into my consciousness, starting to part my lips to speak, as though His pools could read my thoughts and reactions even before I could myself, He leaned down crushing my lips with His. Sucking the breath from me before filling my lungs with His own warm breath. Over and over again filling me with His air as His lips ravished my own. Catching my anger off guard recoiling it back to the submissive state He had found earlier. The deeper His tongue probed, the deeper I felt myself melting craving Him to go further. Take me deeper forgetting all thoughts of rebellion and anger. Finally, He pulled back gazing down at me, “morning my pet. Did you sleep well?”
“Yes Master,” was all that slipped from my lips.
His smile at my answer causing my heart to jump skipping beats. Having seen that smile before many times in the past when a friend of mine would do something as simple as bring her Man a drink. Had always wondered what that special smile was. Wanting to see it more often shown to me, I started to speak again.
“Shhhh pet. I have some business to tend to this morning.” The quirking smirk replacing His smile beaming at me, “the last time I left Miss Victoria you had a great difficultly in keeping your thoughts upon me. So …”
Without finishing His sentence He snatched a small vial of something from the bed stand opening it up dropping a few drops across the bud and folds of my still moist center. Rubbing them slowly in I started to feel the heat of the oil. Gasping after a moment as a delightful then burning then biting, what as that oil. A soft growl slipped from my lips as tried to twist and turn feeling the growing intensity of the itch caused by the oil.
“Ahhh I see my pet you are feeling the drops.” His laugh cut deep, but the only thing upon my mind was the fiery itch that needed desperately to be scratched. Closing my eyes trying to focus on something other than the constant burn, pressing my head hard back into the pillow.
“Easy pet or will be a long morning.” He chuckled.
Opening my eyes to glare up to Him, seeing the satin blindfold in His hands. I started to shake my head no as felt Him slip it over my eyes.
“Now, now pet, it has been my experiences that sensory depravation of one sense makes another more acute. Open your lips pet.” He whispered.
Before could think to clamp them shut, feeling the satin slip between them as a satin cloth in effect gagged my mouth allowing only moans and whimpers to slip past. Watching as He produced another a satin cloth now unable to see, only feel the constant itch my tiny stature writhing in a need stilling only when the touch of His palms across my nipples caused a gentle flutter to stir. Slowly toying with my nipple as a lover would until the rose hued tipped became hard. A soft numbing bit clamped over it. Not hard enough to be painful only enough to cause me to know at every moment it was there. His thumb moved across to toy with the other nipple, taking His time to taunt the hardness to come itself without a pinching pressure before the soft bite again was felt.
His breath warm against my ear as the dark voice whispered into my ear. “Little one think of me while I am gone, think of what I am going to do with your body when I return, think of what you wish for me to do when I return, think of the itch and how you will beg me to assuage it.”
Before I could reply with even a small whimper I heard the door close shut. Alone unable to move other than to writhe slightly in the bounds. The constant itch on my mound growing deeper. Feeling flushed as a tiny trickle of moisture began to dribble down my thigh as the biting of the clamps seemed to connect the itch to my insides.
Repeating to myself relax it will stop soon Victoria. Please let it stop soon please. Frantically as it felt worse the more I tried to relax it away, I tore at the binding on my ankles to find some way to rub my thighs together to make it stop. Unable to find any motion that made it better. The struggling only causing my skin to form tiny droplets of sweat leaving it a shimmer heated picture. Pressing my head harder to the pillow arching my back upwards , collapsing back to the bed as the movement stinging a pain to my nipples. Every movement reminding me constantly of the need to stop the constant itch.
Time seemed to pass increasingly slowly, how long could He leave me like this? How long will the itch remain. Please will beg my mind screamed as a stream of drool started to fall from the edges of the gag. The humiliation forgoing to a aching need for Him to return. A state of frustration slowly replaced it self with a beastly craving for His return. Able to suddenly hear the ticking of a clock unaware of before. Serving to remind me of each moment of torture as the sound started to echo out like a counting number.
As time passed the noises escaping becoming a low whimper of cries moistening even the blindfold that took away my sense of time further. Jumping startled as some sound was heard. Trying to mumble beneath the gag, “Master”. Turning my head from side to side trying to ascertain where the sound came from. Was it Him returning? “Please” the only muttering inaudibly slipping out.
The depression in the bed telling me someone was there. But was it Him? The gurgling behind the gag pleading and begging as tries to arch, writhe towards the depression. Desperate for someone to end the tormenting itching that consumed me. A large rough hand began to caress my belly. Only then realizing it was Him. His touch unmistakable, burned into my mind and flesh forever. His hand slowly rubbing tiny circles over my rib cage and then down to my inner thighs. Avoiding the center of the itch. A soft humming noise became prevalent in my ears, before it touched across my lips. The soft smooth plastic trembling my lower lip before it moved painfully slower down my throat. Each inch it moved my frame arched up to receive it. My body begging the noise to go lower. Anything to stop the itch. His other hand still slowly caressing my flesh feeling the moisture laden skin. Heating it further as the juices started to flow further mixing with the oil that started the delightful ache. Each rumbling against my nipple of the soft buzzing noises sending flickers of biting pain downward. The noises escaping my lips like an aria of a beast in heat trying to escape.
As the buzzing made its way lower and lower His breath blew across the hard itching nub, a gagged groan filled the air before the buzzing noise became muffled. Thrusting the vibration deep inside For a moment, laying back against the pillow in a temporary sated state. The vibrations become harder more defined as the heat of His hand brushed against my thigh relinquishing the desire of need. Disturbing the tranquility that felt for the glimpse in time. Re-igniting the fire and itch to a new desperation as writhed in a frenzied need to move the vibration deeper.
His voice breathed into my ear, “Think of me.” Again He was gone. The sound of the door echoing as the buzzing deep inside returned with fever the deep seeded need. Keeping my tiny stature in a constant state of dangling on the edge. Screaming behind the gag each wiggle strained the explosion quickly came and went. Rebuilding as the buzzing vibration was relentless causing my insides to climax over and over and over again. Without time in between to relax. Begging for it stop. Begging for Him to make it stop. The only thought in my mind is of Him. Of His return. Of His touches.
Chapter 5
What seemed like torturous days to her, but in actuality was only an hour, having no idea that his work was at his desk as he carefully watched over the now completely moisture laden frame on the bed. Stopping to watch as she turned her head from side to side, seeing the strands of hair lay stuck to the high cheekbones, each time her hips thrusting higher and higher into the air as the climax held her on edge until the final explosion came through dropping her frame back to the mattress.
Listening as the noises now coming from her lips a constant murmur of please, begs, and Master. A nonstop aria crescendo upwards to a clash then back down to a low soft lullaby as the vibrator and oil mixed a magically potion for endless streaming orgasm for the girl he had watched for so long.
Sitting back in his chair, almost as completely mesmerized as Victoria’s eyes seemed to be when he looked upon him, he watched her. Although, learning from such an earlier stage of the game of life that to Master any other, he must first learn to Master himself completely and wholly. He had thought until this minx entered his world that he had completely gotten the lesson down.
Nevertheless, here she lie, in his bed, moaning the sounds that for so long had dreamt of hearing come from her lips. For the first time feeling as though, he himself was not in control of anything. Only in control of needing. Needing to touch her slight frame, needing to watch her inhale and exhale, needing to see the defined rise and fall of her chest, he felt as though he needed her.
Inhaling deeply the exquisite aromas of her sex lingering heavy in the air holding it deep inside before exhaling back out. He watched seeing the slight frame only begin to spasm involuntarily knowing that it was time to stop. Knowing any longer would be fruitless, as she had most definitely slipped into the space between the colors. Setting his pen aside rising crossing to the bed having never truly left her side, slowly slipping the vibrator from her soaked folds, his fingers slowly touching the slick flesh bringing one to his own mouth relishing in her taste. Reaching down unleashing her ankles first, he moved up to release her arms allowing her the respite of sleep. A very peaceful and deep sleep.
Unable to leave her side for long had drawn a bath of steaming hot water earlier knowing now it would be cool enough to slide this most precious girl into, he slipped his own silk pajama pants down lifting her tiny frame easily into his arms catching his own breath as she meowed against him. Snuggling and nestling against his chest, steadying himself before rising to carry her to the bath.
Stepping into the still steaming water covered in soft rose petals, he lowered the two of them into the water awakening her senses slowly. Pulling the satin folds from her eyes seeing them look up to him as the water soothed the stressed muscles. His thumb touching her cheeks softly playing across the gag not offering for a moment to remove it from her lips, he so wanted to hear her beg him, so wanted to ravish her lips again, claim her and take her deeply. However, knowing once he started his lessons would be over, He left the gag. Her eyes looking up to me with a wideness that showed only a sheer true innocence of what her body was betraying; An innocence of what she was feeling inside. So different from what she had ever felt before, no longer fighting against him only closing her eyes as melted back into his chest as his large hands slowly caressed the soap upon her.
He took his time washing her frame. Noting every inch of her flesh, every mole, every freckle, every unique dimple, Treasuring the submissiveness and meekness of her frame beneath his touch; finally speaking, “Victoria look up at me.”
A softness in her smile and yet melting his own pools as the gag only seemed to accentuate her trust in him as she did not offer to reach up and touch it herself. “Victoria you are beautiful, so very beautiful. From now to forever, you are mine. I have waited for so very long watching you from afar. Now you are mine.” His voice seemed to trail off as tiny droplets feel down her cheeks of a glistening gem crystal tears.
Reaching upward lowering the soft silk gag, he allowed himself this moment. Devouring her lips with his own, probing deeply inside the heat of her mouth he took what he wished. Her very heart with his mouth, ensuring to Victoria that there was no doubt of who had just claimed her. His lips relentless as they passionately found their mark.
Scooping her to his arms, he carried her to the soft rug pile on the floor and slowly yet with a deliberation of a man with a mission made love to the woman that was claiming him as much as he was her. There was time for more lessons later. This was a time to show Victoria his complete adoration of her. That no matter the lesson he would protect and care for her like no other. That she could finally let all the walls down and feel safe in secure in the arms of a Man. Moreover, that Man was him.
Each flutter inside him matched a flutter of his hand across her skin, bringing them both to a peak even before the moment when the hardness of his cock found what it had been searching for her moist folds. Stopping to look down into her eyes, watching every shadow dance in them as his cock slowly yet purposefully slid inside her stopping every few seconds before more deliberately entering inside her deeper. With each deeper push, it was though he was sealing the firmness of his control over her. She was giving with each thrust a bit more of herself to him. They both could feel the intensity of the movements.
Holding still inside of her, she started to whisper and before a word could make it to her lips; he crushed them with rapture. Again, he leaned up looking deeply into her eyes, her lips quivering a bit as tries to speak again. One more time his mouth ravished her. Each time her lips began to move he captured them beneath his own completing her surrender to him. Finally, when his mouth released hers, she stayed silent only enthralled by my smile down to her.
Dozing slightly with her curled into the crook of his arms, he smiled knowing for sure at this moment he was indeed a happy and satisfied man. Without waking her, he lifted her carrying the limp frame to his bed covering her almost as though one would a child and slipped out to clear his own head and gather his senses together.
She would sleep for a while this time, he thought making his way down to the main floor. Ordering a cup of coffee before heading over to His favorite table.
“Ahhh look who is back, where is your new little toy?” A brother in trade asked.
Grinning towards his fellow coffee addict, “Victoria is sound asleep.”
“I do hope you chained the little beast.” he asked.
Just grinning, knowing that later this very day beast would be the farthest adjective used to describe the little sultry submissive now laying asleep in his bed.
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