CHAPTER FOUR
"I am aware that you will find the change in your status in life strange and
somewhat disconcerting as you try to adjust to the various regimes that I will
introduce into our relationship." James informed Becca. "However, adjust you
will. It will be expected by your Master that you will soon be able to immerse
yourself in the lifestyle that you have sought."
With a hard swallow, Becca nodded slightly to what James informed her. His words
were absolute with their meaning. Translated, only slightly in her mind, they
enforced the terms of the contract; become a properly behaved slave with only
thoughts of pleasing those above her level of status or suffer the consequences.
All told, Becca knew she had agreed and now had no choice but to conform to her
Master's wishes, whatever they may be. All of this she absorbed without further
reaction but a slight widening of her eyes.
James bent forward and, cupping both of Becca's breasts in his hands, began to
knead and squeeze them, drawing his fingers towards the stiff nipples and
flicking the hard nubs with the tips of his fingernails, taking delight in
watching the marks of his efforts displayed on the ultra smooth surface of her
mounds.
Indicating that Becca should return to her kneeling position, a situation in
which her eyes were inevitably drawn towards the sight of his member resting
between his sturdy thighs, partly concealing the dependant sac of his balls. The
anticipation in his veins of his next set of instructions had caused the
inevitable reaction and his quiescent cock began to stiffen and swell as it
became engorged with his passion.
James decided to have her pay homage to him in a most intimate manner and said.
"I wish you now to demonstrate to me that you will submit yourself, body and
mind to the satisfaction of my pleasures. You will take hold of the shaft and
you will kiss and lick the length from root to tip, making sure that as you lick
the tip, you must use your tongue to gather and swallow any liquids that it
discovers. Subject to the satisfactory completion of this requirement, you will
take it between your lips so that you can suck gently upon its rigidity and see
if you are able to extract the essence of my pleasure."
Oddly, Becca felt it almost calming once James took her breasts in his hands.
It allowed her mind to be drawn to something other than the situation.
Something that brought her pleasure as the soft mounds were kneaded firmly. Her
back arched to push her chest towards his touch as she felt his fingernails on
the sensitive nubs. Her lips parted as small gasps popped from her chest with
each flick.
James smiled as he observed Becca's reaction to the stimulation of her breasts
and nipples. ~ Is she is attempting to gain her own modicum of pleasure from my
attention, or could it be that she wishes only to enhance my enjoyment? ~
Becca sighed pleasantly as she lowered herself at his indication and found her
locked to his growing erection. ~ He is pleased. ~ She thought and watched his
manhood directly in front of her while she listened to James's next
instructions. Becca looked up into James's face, not hiding her feelings at
all. Her eyes were bright and showed her eagerness to please him. The idea of
bringing him to orgasm, pleasing him ultimately in that way brought a shy smile
to her face. But the confidence was not visible. Her last attempt to orally
please a man had ended badly and it weighed on her mind as her eyes returned to
his member.
"Yes Master." she whispered and lifted her hands from the back of her neck.
Gently Becca touched her hands to James's thighs, laying them flat as she slid
them along towards his centre. She was chewing on her bottom lip again as her
fingers stroked lightly around the base of his shaft.
Her actions showed hesitance but it did not last long; Becca knew what she was
to do and knew full well delays were frowned upon. Her light touch fell to his
length now and she leaned forward, tilting her head. Beginning at the base,
Becca trailed her tongue first along the underside to the tip. Her wet stroke
leaving a faint trail of saliva drying on the silky skin. Once at the head, she
closed her eyes while darting the tip of her tongue to the small opening. There
was a tiny drop of juice waiting for her that she took onto her tongue. Becca
kept her eyes closed to hide her reaction; the taste of a man's cum was not her
favourite. Then, tilting her head the other way she licked up his length again
from the base this time over the top, again she darted the tip into the tiny
hole and tasted the fluid ever so slowly trickling as his erection strengthened.
James received the attentions of Becca's tongue, revelling in the sensation of
her light touch and the coolness of the quickly drying saliva on his ever so
sensitive skin. ~ She is learning well ~. James enjoyed the light touch of her
lips and the soft swipes as her hot tongue travelled up and down his hardening
shaft and licked at the super-sensitive tip, gathering the small signs of the
liquid evidence of his lust.
Holding James gently still, Becca repeated this task a couple more times,
enjoying the softness of his skin, before she placed a kiss to the head. Her
lips lingered as she attempted to steel herself for the full penetration of her
mouth. Becca slowly parted her lips and leaned forward again, already sucking
slightly as she pulled him into her warm mouth. Though concerned her lack of
experience would show, she was desperate to please her Master. Forming a seal
with her lips she continued to take more of his length into her mouth until she
felt she could handle no more. Slowly she pulled back, sucking more as she did.
Inside her mouth her tongue rippled slightly along the underside. One of her
hands returned to lay upon his thigh to brace herself, the other remained
lightly around the base of his cock.
Becca continued in this fashion, her pace increasing slightly as she got used to
the feeling of him filling her mouth. She was beginning to enjoy herself more
as she glanced sideways while barely opening her eyes. She could see herself
reflected in one of the mirrored closet doors and found the image of herself on
her knees before him to be very erotic, almost stimulating to her mind out of
the nervousness she had been feeling and into the powerful arousal she had felt
before.
James sighed as he felt his rigid member engulfed by the warm wetness of Becca's
mouth, her oral administrations as her tongue slid along his cock were making
his rock hard, but sensitive penis twitch and jerk.
As she continued, Becca began to enjoy the feeling of her Master's cock in her
mouth more and more. His varied sounds and instructions let her know she was
doing well. She followed what he directed and praised as best she could,
sliding her tongue over him with each intake to offer him as much pleasure as
she could. At his further instruction, Becca strengthened her pull, tightening
her moist lips about his erection, and gaining confidence in her abilities.
"That's it, yes, use your tongue to caress the length of your Master." James
instructed the kneeling figure. "Now, make sure that you keep your lips tight
about the shaft."
Feeling the pace of Becca's mouth increasing, James took control of her actions
and, gripping hanks of Becca's shoulder length brown hair in his hands, he began
to ease her head backwards and forwards, thrusting with his hips on the forward
strokes, so that the tip of his cock touched against the back of her throat.
Her movements were suddenly restricted as he took hold of her hair. Becca made
a soft noise, akin to a whimper as he pulled himself deeper into her mouth.
James pushed himself deeper than she had taken him before, setting off her gag
reflex. Becca adjusted both of her hands to now grip onto his lower hips as her
throat revolted against the intrusion, her jaws spreading wider to accommodate
his girth. She clung on to self-control and somehow kept herself from struggling
in his grip. It took a few thrusts for her to adjust to the deeper strokes but
she managed, her eyes watering with the sensation of his cock head tickling the
back of her throat, but finally growing accustomed to what he desired despite
her discomfort.
"Now use the tip of your tongue, lick it round the bulbous bit...ah yes that's
the way, very good." He felt the probing the tip of her tongue pressing into
the vent at the end. He kept pulling Becca's head back holding firmly by her
hair giving her no excuse to give up. "Good really long sucks, good girl, that's
a good girl...ah...yes!!"
Now that she had released herself to his current control of any actions she
might take, Becca only did as he instructed, revelling in his praise of her
efforts. Her tongue twined itself about his cock and it's head. She worked her
mind to deal with the taste of his pre-cum still dribbling ever so slowly across
her taste buds. ~ It is his pleasure I seek not just dealing with it. ~ She
encouraged with her own thoughts. She knew she could not retreat into modesty
and a reflexive reaction that would have had her pull away, James's hold
prevented anything but performing. She moaned, finally gaining her own pleasure
as she heard him praise her further.
James allowed Becca to continue to suck on his hardened shaft for about 5
minutes, during which time he repeatedly forced her to accept the head of his
cock at the back of her throat. He stood there letting her suck him as he
watched her pretty brunette head bobbing, listening to the sucking noises
produced by her soft lips sliding up and down his cock length. Her tongue
fluttering teasingly around the bell end, as he kept her at it, sucking away at
his hard flesh until he felt the beginnings of the first spasm of an impending
orgasm. It was so very tempting to come in this lovely woman's mouth, but he
didn't want her sucking him off, not yet.
"Oh ...that's enough...stop it now." He pulled her head back and eased her
mouth from his glistening cock by the simple expedient of yanking her head
backwards. James watched the fat knob twitching hazily in front of her face,
its vent oozing a little pearly blob of sticky seminal fluid, and looked down
into Becca's blue eyes.
James decided it was now time to move on to the next part of Becca's training,
one that would give him almost as much pleasure, but one that would bring the
poor woman a new insight into her gradual submission to her Master's will.
"You suck reasonably well, for one who is relatively inexperienced." James
complimented Becca. "With training, you will do even better. However, before
you are granted the pleasure of your Master's essence, there is a serious matter
of the displays of hesitancy and reluctance on your part. Such things may not
seem important, but it is essential that you learn quickly that you are not
allowed any leeway in the tasks that you must undertake."
The occasional constricting of her throat made the task at hand seem longer than
it was. In that time, Becca went back and forth with her enjoyment of suckling
her Master's cock. She felt the distinct difference in his hardness and a
slight tremble to his legs where her hands remained, clinging onto him for
support. But before the anticipated eruption into her mouth she was pulled
away. Her closed eyes fluttered open to see the deeply coloured member directly
before her. To Becca it looked so in need of attention the way it seemed to bob
invitingly before her parted lips.
After a moment of observing the dollop of fluid oozing forth, Becca leaned
forward, stretching her tongue to take the morsel of juice. Her eyes turned up
to meet her Master's gaze as she did this small thing on her own.
Feeling Becca's soft tongue swipe away the oozing essence from the tip of his
quivering rock hard penis, James was tempted to pull her head back and plunge
into the warm wet confines of her ever-so willing mouth to bring his building
lust to the frenzied fruition that it craved. However, he rejected the
immediate response to her ministrations in favour of delaying the ultimate
release, whilst he undertook her punishment that would bring him additional
pleasures.
"Thank you Master." She murmured in response to his compliment but otherwise
remained silent, returning to a nervous state as he spoke of her earlier
hesitance. Becca lowered her eyes, almost in shame. She understood fully, her
lack of immediate response would gain her a reaction from James. Her instincts
telling her she was about to be disciplined.
Leaving Becca kneeling, James went across the room to where the wall racks held
the displays of crops and canes. After taking several from the racks and
testing their flexibility by swishing them through the air, he selected a length
of leather covered whalebone, some 3 feet 6 inches long and as thin as a large
sized knitting needle.
To save herself from wringing her hands as James walked from her, Becca had once
more clasped her hands to the back of her neck. She observed his
experimentation with assorted implements of punishment with a growing mixture of
feelings. The sound was loud, perhaps only in her mind, as he tested numerous
with a powerful swing.
Returning to Becca, he stood before her, his legs slightly apart displaying his
still erect shaft to her gaze.
"I now intend to give you 6 cuts of this crop across your bottom." James
informed Becca. "You have a choice of freely offering your arse for
chastisement without being restrained, or you can request to be bent over and
secured to the leather horse, but the number of strokes will be increased to 12
if you take the latter option."
After waiting a short period to allow the full import of his words to register
with Becca, James continued. "Either way, after receiving each stripe, you will
thank me for my efforts and beg me to deliver the next one. Should you fail to
offer thanks or request the next stroke within 5 seconds, then the preceding cut
will not count and will be repeated."
As he waited for Becca's reply, James idly swung the leather crop back and forth
in front of the kneeling figure, seeming to delight in a display of torment for
the poor woman who was being forced to decide on the severity of her own
punishment.
Becca was completely in awe of her Master as she watched him. Tall,
distinguished and handsome, his lean body, the flex of his toned muscles, the
grip of his hand on the switch. She found herself once more struck by arousal
at watching him. As her vision of herself kneeling while suckling his cock had
been erotic to her, so was this. There was still a strong element of fear
intermingled with her arousal, in a way, the two feelings reinforced each other.
Becca was unsure how much pain would be brought to her flesh and was unsure how
much she would be able to take. ~ What if I cannot bear it? ~ She asked
herself as James returned to her.
Her eyes were drawn first to his manhood as he once again stood before her, but
as James spoke, she looked up and took in just what he was saying. ~ Would
there be a need for me to be restrained? Will it hurt that much?? ~ She thought
as the intensity of her fear grew slightly higher than the level of her arousal,
eclipsing the throb that had begun between her legs.
