Nervously, she reached up and retrieved the note that was taped to the door.  This was the second note.  The first had admitted entry into the house, and it had provided directions to the door she was now standing in front of.  At her feet, she noticed a black leather bag.  In the dim light, she had difficulty reading the note, but she also knew that she must not only read it, she must follow the instructions precisely.

 

Unfolding the piece of paper, she maneuvered it in an attempt to collect the most light so that it was legible.  It was very brief:  "Discard all of your clothing, pet.  The only things that you will need are contained in the bag at your feet.  Once inside, you will find a table with a large variety of implements.  You may choose one item that you wish to experience.  After choosing, sit in the provided chair with your toy in your lap, ankles crossed, and fingers interlocked and resting on top of your toy.  You have two minutes.  Do not be late." 

 

Nervousness flooded her body, and she scrambled to obey.  She stripped out of her clothing in a matter of seconds, as a sundress, shoes, and undergarments do not take long to remove.  Opening the bag, she removed one item at a time.  The first item, a black leather brassiere designed for open breasts, proved difficult to equip.  She ran her arms through the openings as she struggled to snug the top of the garment underneath her breasts.  As she attempted to secure the shoulder harnesses, she was well aware that she was running out of time.  With a slight grimace as the brassiere lifted into the base of her breasts, she finally slid the shoulder harnesses into place.  She whimpered in distress as she realized that with the confinement of the outfit, there was no way possible for her to zip the back by herself.  Knowing her time constraints, she felt a moment of relief when she saw that the other items and accessories were simple, and she quickly equipped the thong and the collar around her neck.  The bag still had some weight to it, and as she fumbled around for its contents, she removed a pair of handcuffs and what appeared to be shackles for her ankles.  She hesitated a moment, knowing that once she equipped these items, she would be unable to struggle or escape should she find the need to do so at a later time.  But Master was waiting, and with trust in Him, she quickly finished her attire.

 

With only moments to spare, she turned the knob on the door and entered the room. The room was lit with candles.  Dozens upon dozens lined the shelves around the walls.  As promised, a table sat in the center of the room, and Master did not lie.  A large assortment of dildos, vibrators, plugs, whips, paddles, clamps, and rope caused her to instantly flush, and she felt a slight dampness in her new thong that He had provided.  She shuffled over to the table as quickly as possible but Master had not been very lenient with the length of chain connecting the shackles.  She whimpered again knowing that she was taking too long, and she feared that Master might enter at any moment.   Scanning the assortment of items, she quickly settled on a large vibrator because it stood out among the other objects.  With only seconds to spare, she sat in the chair as instructed and waited for Master.

 

Her view was situated so that her back was to the doorway, and the only thing she could see without turning her head was the table and its gadgets sitting in front of her.  She felt certain unease as if she had forgotten something, or something had not been done correctly.  She went over the instructions again mentally, and while doing so she felt a slight coolness on her back.  With a sharp intake of air and an outward moan, she remembered the zipper. The garment was so confining and such a perfect fit, she had not needed the zipper for the outfit to stay on.  Frantically, she struggled in the chair, but with the handcuffs, the difficult task became quite impossible.  Tears of despair began to trickle down her face, because she knew that this failure would be the first thing that Master saw when He entered the room.

 

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As I walked into the room, I stepped over a loose pile of clothing and the empty bag lying in the entryway.  I smiled to myself knowing that she had accommodated the directions so well.  These first few minutes are critical to me, as her actions and conduct determine if she will get to serve the evening as pet or slave.  The pleasant aroma of her perfume penetrated my senses, and I noticed a faint trace of her feminine smell as well.  The combination of the two was very intoxicating for me, and I quickly covered the short distance to be closer to her. 

 

Standing silently behind her, I heard her quite sobs.  Seeing the zipper on the garment, I smiled to myself again.  Nothing is more satisfying than developing a plan that turns out perfectly.  I had anticipated that it would be impossible for her to close the zipper, and I knew the level of distress that it would cause her.  She stirred abit and raised her chin slightly, but she did not look around.  Perhaps she heard my breathing or maybe her 6th sense told her that I was nearby, but she properly refrained from seeking me out.  I stood over her for several more minutes inhaling the wonderful aromas that make her so delectable.   I watched as her fingers fidgeted slightly but continually as they rested on the rather large vibrator that she had selected. The sobs had dissipated for the most part, and they were replaced with quickness in her breathing.  Her beautiful breasts, made full and firm by the halter, heaved with her breathing.  Those breasts... yes they would certainly play a part in all this before the evening had ended. 

 

I broke the silence with a chuckle, truly humored with the toy that she had chosen. 

 

"My little slut pet.  It's so good of you to join me this evening.  I especially like the toy that you have chosen.  I know that it's abit large for what you normally accommodate, so I look forward to working with you in accepting it.  But first things first.  I can’t help but notice that you have failed to fully equip your attire.  Zippers are placed on outfits because they are needed, not because of looks."

 

Her sobbing returned, a little more frantic this time, as her fear of failure had been acknowledged.  I gently smoothed her beautiful dark hair, and in a soothing tone, I said, "It's quite alright pet.  I am not totally displeased with you, as this particular task was very difficult, if not impossible for you to do alone.  Its purpose is to show you that you need me and that through trust and dependency in me, we can accomplish many things.  I will help you with your attire now... take a deep breathe and bend your head back so that I can see you."

 

I brushed her lovely hair over her shoulder so that I wouldn’t catch it in the zipper, as she rolled her neck backwards so that she could look up at me. Upon hearing her deep inhalation, I quickly yanked the zipper upward.  The outfit, as designed, provided an extremely tight fit, and I watched with extreme pleasure as the affects of it played on her face.  The shock of it, the uncontrollable gasp from the change, the widening of the eyes, and ultimately the beginnings of a small tell-tell smile appearing on her lips all combined to provide just the reaction that I had hoped for.  I bent over her slowly and placed a much-deserved kiss on her lips, lingering there perhaps longer than I should have, but the evening was early and they were irresistible. 

 

Gradually, I pulled away.  She earnestly attempted to maintain the contact, but with her properly worn garment, she was unable to rise up without difficulty.  Faintly I heard a sigh and I imagined her shoulders slumped abit, but it would never show physically as the brassiere restricted that sort of movement.  I stepped around in front of her and looked down on her with pride. 

 

“Now is the time for you to choose your Safe word, my pet”, as I gently patted her on the head, she let out a slight giggle and smiled. 

 

“Thank you Master for letting me choose.  I think “sparrow” will do, if it pleases Master.”

 

“Ah certainly pet, this is your word, not mine.  If the thought of being able to flit away like a sparrow gives you comfort, then you shall have it.” 

 

The smile on her face was rewarding enough, but knowing that this delectable young girl was here, eager to explore and learn for the next several hours, generated a desire that needed to be addressed.

 

“Pet, because I helped you with your brassiere without any obligation to do so, I feel that you should return the favor while you have the chance.  I will tell you now that any further offenses through the night will be tallied, and you will receive a strike on the buttocks for each incident.   But for this first offense, you may take my cock in your mouth so that you may show your gratitude in my leniency.  Also, because you could not dress yourself alone, you will not need this for quite sometime.   This toy was to satisfy you had you completed your task.   Considering the failure, I will decide when and if you may use it.“

 

I placed the dildo on the table in front of her, and I stood it up so that it would draw attention the entire evening.  I returned to my pet, and I positioned myself between her knees.  With handcuffed wrists, she proceeded to unbutton my trousers, and she gently removed my penis from its confines.  With soft lips, I felt her slip over the head, sucking gently as she brought me to life.  I let out a contented sigh as I closed my eyes and rolled my head back for a moment.  She continued with the soft ministering, and I felt her tongue lightly touch my sac as she took abit more into her mouth.  Feeling this sensation, I opened my eyes and looked down upon her to find her looking with a pleading in her eyes.  I smiled down at her and gently caressed her cheek.  Then I proceeded to move my hands to the back of her head, and after grasping a handful of hair, I guided her down until I felt my tip against the back of her throat.  She coughed, and attempted to pull back, but I held her firmly as she gasped.  I softly spoke, “That’s one strike, pet.”   She looked up pleadingly and I could see the apology in her eyes, and she looked so sexy with her mouth stretched around my engorged tool.  Slowly I withdrew, and I gave her a second to adjust before plunging back in.  I pulled at her hair as I pushed and soon I felt her lips against my skin.  I held her there enjoying in the sensations as I felt her throat and tongue involuntary message me as they attempted to find space in the constricted and confined area.   I counted silently, 21, 22, 23, 24, as I watched her face take on greater shades of red.   I withdrew with much spittle dangling in the air, supported by my cock and her mouth.  She inhaled a large amount of air, having been deprived; I could not resist rubbing my dick on her face and smearing her saliva on her porcelain cheeks.  I continued this routine for quite some time, as a truly beautiful pet wears her submissiveness on her face.  As time wore on, the intensity became too much for me.  I let out an inhuman growl as I thrust back and forth into her mouth.  She struggled to keep up with the pace, and she strived to contain all my fluid as I released into her.   She knew from past experience that an obedient pet does not waste Master’s sperm when it is given so freely.

 

Eventually, I pulled away from her and looked down upon the beautiful destruction that I created.   She sat in a small puddle of sweat, her skin shining with a coat of perspiration, and her beautiful face, makeup running, smeared with saliva and precum, had a look of wonder and awe that reminded me of the reason I had picked her.   She smiled shyly as she made an attempt to wipe her face with handcuffed hands.  With a stern look and a whisper of ‘two strikes’, she withdrew her hands frantically, looked away, and blushed even more.  

 

“You have pleased me quite well, pet.”  I said with a smile.  Reaching down, I helped her to her feet.  She let out a cry of pain that quickly subsided into whimpers as the outfit adjusted to her movements.  We walked over to the table, and I began scanning for a particular toy.  There it was, only 5 inches long, perhaps 1.5 inches in diameter, the vibrating anal plug was a fitting reward for such good service.  I had her lean over the table, and I proceeded with inserting her reward.  I used the ample lubricant from her pussy, because she had earned a gentle penetration.  Once the entire thing disappeared behind her sphincter, I had her stand and walk back to her chair.  I undid her handcuffs and had her sit down again. 

 

“Put your arms behind you and behind the chair’s back.”  I proceeded to refasten the cuffs, looping them through a bar in the chair to insure that she would not be getting up.  “Now, I want you to sit very still while I place this blindfold on you.” 

 

“Yes Master.”

 

“Can you see anything?”

 

“No Master.”

 

“Good.  I’m going to fix some supper now, as all of this has made me a little hungry.  I’ll be back eventually, provided that I don’t fall asleep.”  I gave her another long kiss, and massaged her nipples for a few minutes.  Then with a chuckle and a pat on the head, I switched the wireless remote to the #3 setting as I walked off.  She gave a startled yelp, and then let out a soft coo as I slowly closed the door behind me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2:  Red

 

She had no idea how much time had passed.  The shades of light and dark flickering through her blindfold were mesmerizing.  Master had chosen a deep red strap of silk this time, and the flood of the candles illuminated her vision through the fine fabric. The varying intensity of the flickering flames bombarded her with multiple shades of red, constantly changing.  She envisioned the wetness of her pussy, and she felt the heat of it.  They seemed to be connected; the burning red that she saw and felt further fueled her desires.  It was a never-ending cycle that caused her to continually leak her wonderful juices, and the chair’s wood surface was saturated with her cum and urine.  She had been unable to control the release of her pee during one particularly wicked orgasm, and now she was forced to sit in a puddle, as the chair was concave by design. She felt humiliated knowing that she was confined in her own urine and that Master would discover her in this state.  She couldn’t be sure it would happen, but in the past Master had severely punished her for this sort of incident.  She reveled in the opportunity to orgasm.  It seemed that Master was being especially generous, and he had not restricted her from cumming.  He usually gave her explicit instructions in the past, when she could go, how many she could have.  Her face flushed under the blindfold.  Thinking of his control made her warm inside, and she felt another wave of ecstasy approaching.  God, how many is this; she thought to herself. 

 

She ached all over.  The handcuffs annoyed her to no end.  Master had snugged them tightly around her wrists, and she had very little mobility in turning her wrists to transfer the contact of the cuffs.  Her back ached from being in a static position, perfectly erect for an indefinite amount of time.  Her breasts had a slight numbness to them, as the brassiere seemed to press further into their softness and the unsupported weight of them seemed to work against her, pulling the brassiere into them.  She growled in frustration at her body’s own betrayal.  Though she couldn’t see them, other than as a constant shadow of red, she imagined that they were turning a shade of purple.  She also reveled in the feel that her breasts seemed impossibly large, much bigger than her normal size.  While master had always complimented her breasts, she worried that she didn’t have enough flesh in that area to provide Master a proper tit fuck.    Humiliated by this, she felt it was her responsibility to make up for her ‘deficiency’ in any other area that she could.  Ironically, Master had instantly refused the discussion of her having an operation when she mentioned it to him.  The look in his eye had quietly discouraged exploring the topic further.  She had resigned herself to the idea that she would never be able to please Master’s tool physically with her breasts. 

 

Slowly and with a soft moan, she stretched her jaw open.  She forced a smile and a frown, opened her mouth wide, and pursed her lips, attempting to exercise her facial muscles to alleviate the psychological bondage that assaulted her.   Since her Master had left, her saliva had slowly dried on her face.  The silk had absorbed some of the spittle, but this was no relief.  In contrast to the rest of her face, which was dry and tight, under the blindfold, her soft tears had maintained moisture and there was an ever-present slickness between the silk and her skin.  She wished with all of her being that he had wiped her face before leaving.  This was a recurring state for her since meeting him 2 years before.  She was usually allowed to clean herself throughout the night, but she was subjected to throat exercises that continually made a mess of her.

 

At times, if Master were tired, she would be instructed to sit on the couch with some of her toys and entertain herself through the night.  When she wasn’t catering to Master, she was allowed to watch TV and listen to music and chat on the phone with friends.  She spent a lot of time on the Internet chatting and browsing forums, and she had built several relationships with various other women.   During her exercises, even if he wasn’t always watching, she wanted him to know that she liked her assignments.  She would see an occasional smile on his face as he looked at her during an intense outburst, and she quickly learned that her Master liked for her to be vocal.  She tried to be aware of where he was at in the house and adjusted accordingly so as to be heard but not be a nuisance. 

 

As she reflected on the past and moaned with pleasure with the idea of how lucky she was, she was brought back to reality with the constantly growing discomfort around her ankles.  The shackles truly frustrated her.  They were a reminder to her of Master’s darker side.  She reveled in days like today, when he had gentleness about him.  As the shackles chafed into her skin on her anklebones, she was all too aware that Master seemed quite willing and able to offer her severe punishments on his whim.  She could never figure out which punishments were worse, the ones that she had caused or the ones when Master just needed to teach some general discipline.  All she knew was that on some of the more extreme ones, she felt that she would be maimed or cripple as a result of her beatings.  But somehow her Master always seemed to know when enough was enough, and during her 2 years of time with him, she had usually achieved a full recovering within a few days.  Those were the best days… the ones that followed her beatings.  Master was always at his gentlest at those times.  He would bring her flowers occasionally, and she was allowed to shop online for whatever struck her fancy within reason, of course.  He would prepare gourmet meals for her, and treat her more like a princess than she had ever known.  Master never let her out in public after the heavier beatings.  After discussing it, she understood that it was the best way to avoid the potential unwanted questions about her physical condition.  Too many people would just not understand.   She had quickly come to terms with harsher beatings, because of the wicked attention that he showed her while they happened, her intense desire to experience them, and she yearned for those blissful days that would follow. 

 

Suddenly, she was brought out of her revelry with an odd sensation.  The constant, never-ending buzzing that had relentlessly assaulted her anal cavity, abruptly stopped.  Her anus, which was totally relaxed, began to fill with sensations.  That intruder in her rectum that Master had deviously planted had caused her non-stop worry and frustration.  Having lost all concept of time, she had difficulty in remembering what her cavity felt like before it had been buried in her ass.  Just as the candlelight flickering through the blindfold consumed her, the massage and tingling of her plug was relentless in its assault on her senses.  It always seemed that Master knew when to aggravate her.  Anytime that her anus would adjust and become comfortable with the constant buzz and vibration of her phallic lover, its pulse rate would suddenly change.  The spasms that would result would often send her over the edge.  Her pussy and anal walls would clinch.  Her anus would grab and push at the plug, but being of superior quality, it did not easily slip out without aide.  Meanwhile, her pussy would grab at nothingness.  The torment of it seemed to push her close to insanity at times.  What she wouldn’t give to have that vibration and fullness in her pussy for a time and satisfy its longing for fulfillment.  Initially, when the vibrations stopped, she let out a sigh of immeasurable relief, but within seconds, her mind started reeling from the absence of the buzz in that she could feel and hear.   Her anal walls began sporadic convulsions and she cried out from the sharp pain that she felt deep inside her.  Not believing that it was possible, she became more aware of that intruder in deep within her.  It felt like a lump or log, and she longed for its removal. 

 

She cried out in agony “Oh please, Master, come back.  I can’t take it anymore.”  She desperately moaned knowing the futility of it all.  Salty tears were absorbed into the silk blindfold as she released her pitiful sobs.  As it had happened throughout the evening, the silk became saturated with her tears, and slow trails of sweet emotions crept downward along the contours of her beautiful face, channeled along the occasional bumps and ravines created by her dried saliva.

 

Many times, she had cried for her Master, but she knew that he would come only when he determined it was time.  She wondered where he was and what he was doing.  Every time through the evening that the speed shifted on the vibrator, she had satisfaction knowing that her Master was nearby, remotely adjusting the speed.  He was paying attention to her, and that idea aided her during her numerous orgasms.