Anticipation

 

The flight had gone smoothly, but the boarding had been a little bumpy. Becky was traveling light, she brought exactly what Charlie allowed, a dark sweater, a rather conservative knee length skirt, and brown sandals. That was all. She needed her driver’s license to board the plane, but she would turn that over to him as soon as he picked her up.

          She had no luggage. That must have been a red flag for the TSA Officer because he picked her out of the passengers for a special screening. She stood with her feet spread and arms held out while he swept her with his electronic wand. The damn thing let out a sharp little beep each time it passed over her breasts.

Damn! She’d totally forgotten about her nipple rings. How could anyone be that stupid?

The officer led her to an alcove and told her not to worry it was usually just an under-wire bra that set the wand off.

“It’s not a real problem ma’am, you can just pull the bra off and I’ll check it and hand it back to you.”

She stood in the alcove her back to the guard listening to the bustle of the concourse and the calls to begin boarding her flight.

“I can’t.” she said shaking her head miserably.

“Don’t be embarrassed ma’am, most women can do it without even taking off their blouse. You’re alone in the alcove, I’m out here, no one can see.”

“You don’t understand. I don’t have a bra on.”

“Then what the hell set off my wand?” he demanded.

“My, jewelry…” Becky whispered, suddenly aware of just how awkward this situation might become.

“Well take it off and hand it out.”   The security guard snapped.

Her fingers fumbled under her sweater, loosening the capture bead to open the hoops up, Becky gently worked the rings free, first her right nipple, then her left one. The guard was waiting impatiently. When she deposited the two rings into his palm a grin spread across his face. He ran the wand over both nipple rings and listened to the familiar beep then he all but stroked her breasts with the wand and …silence.

“Yup you’re clean now, ma’am.” He proclaimed with a snicker.

“And now that you know these will trigger an alarm ma’am,” He said as he handed the two bits of jewelry back.

“You’ll want to remember it next time you fly.” He felt bold enough to swat her fanny with his wand as she fled the alcove.

“Asshole.” she mumbled as she ran toward the boarding gate, but her thoughts were moving ahead.

Charlie hadn’t told her not to wear them, but that was hardly an excuse. He had told her what she could bring, and the nipple rings weren’t on his list. Becky briefly considered throwing them away, He’d never need to know, but that wasn’t a real option.

The nipple rings were Charlie’s property, he let her keep them only because they meet so rarely, quite often on the phone, or on the net, he would direct her to put them on.

They had only met four times in person over the last two years. They had however talked endlessly on the net, in PMs, and by phone. She hoped he was the one meant for her, but she knew with complete certainty that she would always be his. It was her earnest hope that he would understand her need, and permit her to realize that aspiration.

When he allowed her to visit him he wanted her stripped of all that she found familiar. That way she could more easily feel herself completely his. She could not lie to him, she would tell him about the nipple rings.

          There was a moment of trepidation when she landed. What would happen if he weren’t there? She had no money, no credit cards, nothing, not even her ticket home. Once she set out on these journeys she was completely dependent on him. It was worrisome, and at the same time somehow liberating, to surrender total control of your destiny. She took the leap of faith, and he had always been there to fulfill her needs. Her emotions see-sawed, the faith in her master countered the gnawing doubt that she might ever deserve him, the anticipation of joy, and the guilt for doubting, it all bubbled up within her soul as she rose from her seat and headed down the aisle.

He was at the gate waiting for her.

She ran to him in her excitement. It was, after all, only their fifth meeting. True, in the last two years they had talked more and done more together than a lot of couples who had lived together for ten years. She had almost reached him, arms wide and skipping like a giddy schoolgirl, when his eyes stopped her.

What on earth was she thinking? There were protocols! She slowed to a stumbling halt, eyes downcast, hoping he wouldn’t make her kneel in front of the entire crowded terminal. He silently held out his hand and she handed over her driver’s license, the last official bit of her ordinary life. With an impulsive gesture she placed the two cold rings in his outstretched palm as well.

His eyebrows arched inquisitively as he glanced down at the nipple rings with mild surprise.

“My, my! How quickly we forget our place.”

His voice, sounding to her like a lustful growl, sent shivers through her belly. Her face flushed at this mildest of reprimands. Then he was taking her in his arms, lifting her to him, his mouth finding hers. Her lips went slack. Helplessly she opened to him, inviting his penetration. He was content to simply draw the breath from her. She was on her tiptoes his arms wrapping her tightly and his mouth sealing hers drawing her into him and she felt lightheaded. After a full minute he reluctantly released her. She felt dizzy; warmth and moisture had gathered at her core, threatening to dribble down her inner thighs.

He turned without another word and led the way to the parking garage; she followed dazedly. Becky was aware of what would happen next, what he had always done whenever they meet, still it was hard to prepare and her apprehension mounted.

‘No one knows me here; I’ll never see them again.’

She silently whispered that mantra over and over in her mind. Her eyes were downcast following his boots, dreading the moment when he would stop, turn, and face her; and then he'd stopped.

He opened the car door, reached inside, and turned back toward her.

“Kneel!” he barked. His voice was loud enough to be heard across the parking garage. Try as she might she just couldn’t help but look up and around. It seemed the area was deserted, after a brief hesitation she sank to her knees in front of him. He had, of course, noted her hesitancy. She knew what that would mean later.

Becky sighed complacently as the cold metal collar closed around her neck. Despite her weaknesses, her imperfections, her hesitation, Charlie still wanted her. He still sought to make her, his own. He took her hand and raised her up holding the car door open for her. Becky quickly slipped off her skirt. Charlie took it, barely keeping his hands off her naked hips. Becky sat to remove her sandals. He enjoyed this ritual, a stripping away of her meager defenses.

Charlie placed these items in a knapsack along with her license and tossed them into the back seat. She sat upright, trying to look comfortable wearing only a sweater and the cold metal collar. For the time being the collar marked her for what she was, his possession. That was what this weekend meeting was all about, marking her as his property. They had talked about it for months. Now he wanted her to accept a more permanent symbol of his ownership. She found the idea both delightful and terrifying.

The drive took over an hour. She was shamefully aware of the brief trip through fast food drive-up; a gawking teenager working the window getting an eager eyeful nearly dropping the food as he passed the bag to Charlie.  Charlie fed her, driving with one hand on the wheel, holding her sandwich with the other. Becky took dainty nibbles, finishing only half the meal. She was too nervous to be hungry, even though she’d skipped breakfast that morning.

Finally, she saw the faded sign for the "Cozy Cove Cabins". They had arrived. Charlie stopped at the office. She waited in the car. He had reserved their cabin, number six, which stood alone and a little bit back from the lakeshore.  They liked the privacy but that wasn’t going to be a problem this weekend. The leaves had already fallen and hunting season was still weeks away. The tourists were gone and they had the place to themselves.

Charlie drove down the narrow dirt path then carefully backed up to the cabin. He opened the car door for her. The car stood between her and the owners lodge, but she was still very self-conscious about being outside with her bare bottom.

“Wait here, while I unpack.” Charlie ordered.

Becky was grateful for those few moments. The distant sound of waves lapping on the rocky lakeshore and the dry rustle of fallen leaves seemed intent on soothing her. She stood confused, collared, wearing nothing but her thin brown sweater. Despite her desire, her anxiety was growing. She leaned back against a tall oak feeling the rough texture of its bark against her naked bottom. The tree had shaded the cabin in warmer weather but it was bare now, as naked as she soon would be. Still, its raw strength lent her support. She could be strong too. She drew a deep breath taking in the smells of autumn, and wishing she could keep this moment frozen forever.

When Charlie finished unpacking the car he came for her. By the cabin door he made her kneel. She raised her arms and he grabbed the hem of her sweater, pulling it up over her head. It snagged on her collar for a moment then pulled free. Becky shivered as the cool autumn air encircled her chest, her nipples tightening into prominent points. She bent forward to offer him her wrist, crossed behind her back, ready for binding. He straightened her hands pressing the palms together and then fastened a pair of thumb cuffs on her.

Becky marveled at how such a tiny mechanical device could leave her so utterly helpless.

He held her by the elbow and guided his naked prize into the cabin. It was all so familiar. The interior showed the original log cabin walls. The cabin was sparsely furnished, a brass bed that hadn’t seen polish in decades, a small table and two chairs. On the right side was a kitchenette unit, a propane stove, small fridge and sink. The shower stall and toilet were closeted off beyond that. A stuffed deer head over the door and a three-bulb chandelier made of entwined antlers were the only nod to decor. In its crude simplicity the place had an unabashedly masculine air. She had entered a male preserve, it made Becky feel timid, vulnerable, and she drew closer to Charlie, for protection.

He pulled out the nipple rings and held them in his palm once more.

“Why would you bring these?” He asked his tone mild.

“I forgot I was wearing them.” She explained.

“And yet you weren’t wearing them when you arrived.”

So she told him about the security check. How the officer who had made her remove them. She spoke in a monotone her eyes lowered. He asked about every minute detail of the encounter, enjoying her deepening blush. He pressed her about her feelings as she’d gone through the humiliating ordeal. She answered him with candor, her eyes downcast, unsure if he was angered or amused. Finally he moved on.

“You hesitated.” He stated flatly. He was, of course, referring to the airport garage.

“Yes Sir, I’m sorry.” She responded knowing what was coming next.

“I’ll need to punish you.” He told her in a serious tone that belied the grin on his face.

“Yes Master, I need it.” She said with great formality.

Charlie led her to the side of the bed, pressed her shoulders down, and pushed her legs wide apart.

Becky turned her head to the left, looking up into the glassy eyed deer head hanging above the door. She found no sympathy there. She smiled when she glanced back and noticed that Charlie was naked now. He rummaged through his toy bag and returned with a short handled flogger. He gently ran his fingers over her tautly stretched buttocks scraping lightly with his fingernails. Becky moaned and wiggled helplessly against the quilted bedspread.

“Fifty will do, I think.” He told her, “but we’ll just do your back and thighs. Your bottom’s to be marked tomorrow I want it unblemished when we begin.”

Becky shuddered, as if a girl didn’t have enough to worry about. Fifty was a lot, but Charlie was very good with the flogger. He was true to his word, sparing her bottom but striking her thighs with vigor. The back was a little more difficult because the thumb cuffs kept her arms pulled back leaving only a narrow target. In fact her arms did suffer a few collateral swats. Becky writhed; face down on the bedspread, moaning as the flogger worked its magic.

He never did reach fifty, not that she was counting. She was sobbing and squirming when he tossed the flogger down and grabbed her hips.

Some things just shouldn’t be put off. Becky was pushed forward across the width of the bed as he slammed into her again and again. She felt her inner heat grow as her nipples roughly rubbed against the quilted bedspread each time he drove into her  

Afterward they lay curled on the bed together. He hadn’t removed her thumb cuffs and she teasingly stroked him with her bound hands as she snuggled back against him. He absently reached around her to fondle her breast while nuzzling her neck.

Perhaps he dozed: she did. In any event the sun was sinking when he finally roused himself. He pulled on pants and started supper. The smells woke Becky. He always cooked for them, tonight it was beef tips, mushrooms, and shallots in a butter and burgundy reduction served on a mixture of wild and brown rice. He added steamed snow peas and red peppers for a splash of color.

He served a single plate. With a gesture he had her kneel by his side. Becky assumed her position, knees apart, breasts thrust forward, and hands still constrained behind her back. He feed her bits of meat from his hand and she licked his fingers clean. Eventually he set his plate on the seat next to him.

“Good girl.” He said, nodding toward the plate.

She knew what he wanted, what would please him. Her pride was no obstacle and if he wanted to feed her like a pet she was willing to act the part. Becky rose up on her knees bent forward; she actually waggled her butt as she buried her face in the offered plate. She took dainty bites at first, but soon was eagerly gobbling the food down as she realized just how hungry she really was. Besides, he was a very good cook. He gave her bottom a playful swat when he felt she’d had enough. She sank back down on her haunches. Charlie gently wiped her face clean and kissed her. He unshackled he thumbs and ordered her to clean up the kitchen.

Becky savored the bit of freedom, sweeping up and then washing the dishes, pots, and pans. It seemed so innocently domestic, except of course she was wearing a collar and nothing more. When the dishes were done Becky teasingly bent forward over the sink, spreading her feet and going up on her tiptoes, she lewdly displayed herself, her bottom swaying rhythmically. Becky looked over her shoulder coyly but there was no need.

“Insatiable little slut.” Charlie scolded as he dragged her to the table and bent her over, once more face down.

“I believe we left off at 27,” Charlie explained as his hand slapped down on her exposed rump. His concern for her unblemished bottom only extended to welts; a brisk hand warming wouldn’t cause any problems. He went to work on her saucy little bottom until she was crying and hopping from foot to foot. Once he was satisfied with the color, he reached back into his toy bag and brought out a familiar tube.

Becky gasped when she felt the cold lubricant work its way between her inflamed cheeks. The stark contrast made her clasp down on the invading finger as it wormed its way into her.

Of course, she thought, his next conquest would be her tight little bottom. With a contented sigh she reached back and held her cheeks apart for him. He eagerly sank into her, filling her so completely that she was close to tears. Charlie tried to restrain himself but her bottom was so deliciously warm and tight, he was soon ramming away like a horny bull while Becky groaned and shuddered underneath his assault.

Finally Charlie emptied himself deep inside her snug rectum and pulled away. Becky lay across the tabled feeling stretched, abused, and totally debauched. It was wonderful!

They showered together and he patted her dry kissing and nibbling her exposed flesh. Before they went to bed he insisted that she put on her nipple rings. Excitement gave way to exhaustion and she slept at his side.

Becky woke in the morning to find him toying with her rings. Despite last evenings activities he stood thick and throbbing. She scampered off the bed and knelt beside it. Becky teasingly licked and nibbled at his stretched cock, finally he got up and stood erect and pulsating before her. His hands wrapped into her hair behind her head as he drew her forward. Obediently she swallowed him down, pulling him deep into her throat. They rested there a moment even though she couldn’t breath. At last he withdrew enough for her to draw in air through her nose before he plunged forward again. He stroked leisurely in and out until his excitement grew and then his tempo built to a crescendo. She tried to swallow every precious drop. A milky strand connected them for a moment as he pulled away then, stretched to its limit; it broke and fell across her chin. She licked her lips eagerly.

Charlie made a simple breakfast eggs, toast, juice and coffee. He allowed Becky to sit at the table and use silverware this time. After the meal she cleaned up and then sat at the table with him. They had a few things to talk over.

They had already discussed the options for her marking. A tattoo seemed permanent enough. The design and placement were Charlie’s decision as far as she was concerned.

He showed her a colored picture of the tattoo; a twisting pale green vine formed the initials CS with a vivid yellow rose inside the C. Becky was enthralled with its beauty.  He explained that a local tattoo artist would come to the cabin to do the work.

The other option was just as permanent, maybe more so. It was that simple brutal statement of ownership as ancient as the institution of slavery. He showed her the brand; the initials CS worked in cold iron about an inch and a half high. It rested on the table the short metal handle sitting on an oven mitt. Charlie lifted it for her to inspect. 

“Which will it be Becky?” Charlie asked. “After all it is your bottom.” She wasn't crazy. She knew which she would prefer, but it wasn’t her choice, nor for that matter was it really her bottom. It belonged to him, wasn’t that the point? Becky said as much. She should have known better than to contradict her master especially when he was being so generous.

          Becky lay face down on the bed, tightly bound spread-eagled. His finger had traced a spot on her right buttock then trailed lower teasing her nether lips apart making them grow warm and thick until they parted in a yearning gap.

"Maybe you need to think on this luv. You shouldn't be testing my good nature at this late date."

Without another word he left her. That seemed hours ago. She twisted uncomfortably as she waited. A stranger was coming who would see her bound and naked. He would repetitively jab his ink stained needles into her naked bottom while Charlie looked on. It would hurt, she was sure of that. But the alternative, to feel the sharp kiss of glowing iron, she shuddered and drove the thought from her mind.

Oh God, what would be going through her lover's mind?

No! She was being presumptuous, he was her master, and she only dreamed he would become her lover, master was enough for any devoted slave. What would her master be thinking as he allowed this stranger to work on the very flesh that he now claimed as his own? And how would he mark her? Why on earth hadn't she chosen when he allowed it?

The answer came to her in the simple clarity of his smile.

It was his decision! As it always should be.

In the distance she heard a car door slam.