He leaned back in his overstuffed black leather chair as she rested her
head against his thigh, closing her eyes for the briefest of moments as she
listened to the gentle tones of his voice. In that perfect moment, she heard not
a word that passed his lips.
Her body was warm and comfortable, supported by his legs, the rough denim
fabric of his jeans slightly coarse against her naked skin. She flicked her gaze
from under long eyelashes briefly up into his and was met with a kind and loving
smile. His clear blue eyes twinkled in the soft fiery light of the last rays of
the sun which streamed through the crack in the curtains; the only source of
illumination as the dusk of the evening settled in around them.
The sharp tug on her hair brought her back from her daydreams, forcing
her into a bolt upright position with her back straighter against his chair. She
looked up at him, a little confused and anxiously wondering if she had drifted
off whilst he spoke. She bit her lower lip and hoped to God that she had not
momentarily fallen asleep; she would hate to cause him any annoyance after such
a blissful day.
`Good girl,` he said, smiling down at her.
The lines from the corners of his eyes spread widely across his face.
`Now, please answer my question, Elle.”
She panicked. She had let her mind wander and had stopped concentrating
on his voice. She frantically thought back to the last few minutes but she had
heard nothing; she was lost in her dream world and just hadn't been focusing on
him. Elle lowered her gaze from his and heard him chuckle. He had sensed her
panic and she knew it.
`Hmmm...It appears that we weren't paying attention, my little English
muffin.”
He shifted slightly in his chair and brought his lips to her ear,
trailing his tongue lightly over it before speaking again, in his slow dulcet
tones.
`That's okay; we shall correct that a little later on. But, for now, I
shall ask one more time.”
She felt his hand wrap tighter in her hair as he pulled her head back,
forcing her to look up into his eyes as he continued.
`I asked if my sweet submissive would like to end the day with a little
playtime, but you see then, I thought you were listening, whereas now, I suppose
you do not actually have much of a choice.`
He laughed softly as he traced his hand over the firm mound of her creamy
white breast, down over the flat of her stomach and along her slender arm. He
took hold of her hand and raised it to his lips where he gently kissed it and
then stood. He rose to his full six- feet and pulled her up to face him.
`We have some rules tonight Elle.`
His voice was deeper and sterner as he released his gentle hold on her
and moved about the room. He raised his hand to indicate she should remain where
she was.
`Or should I say, you have some rules. Rules which, if broken sweetheart,
will not bode well for your ability to sit down for the rest of the month, do I
make myself clear?`
She swallowed nervously, her gaze fixed on him as his eyes searched the
room.
`Yes Sir.`
He smiled, `Good girl.”
His long legs strode to the low oak coffee table in the centre of the
room and he bent to pick up a marker pen. As he turned, he slipped it into his
back pocket and winked at her. His gaze trailed over her body.
`Remove your panties Elle,` he said matter-of-factly.
He waited patiently as she slipped the flimsy material down her supple
thighs. She saw his eyes twinkle as she picked them up from the floor and handed
them to him. He took them quickly and placed them in his jeans pocket along with
the marker pen. He stared at her for another long moment and leant forward to
briefly run his hand over her perfectly smooth, shaved mound. His fingers probed
the supple folds of her labia, and drew a soft gasp from between her lips.
She now stood completely naked before him apart from the simple silver
choker secured in place with a small lock around her slender neck, bearing his
initial with a single letter 'B' engraved on the left side. No matter how many
times he saw her like this; naked, vulnerable, completely his, he could never
get enough of it. He adored her. She was his pride and joy. The months of
training, the discipline, the times he had been forced to mark her beautiful
skin with his whip or the long hard wooden paddle when she had disobeyed, their
utter openness and total honesty is what had brought them to this point and he
was so very proud of her.
`Do not move,` he instructed in a tone that spoke of quiet, but powerful
authority.
He turned and walked to the cupboard where he had carefully placed his
toys and opened it up in one swift movement. He stood for a moment and carefully
contemplated the selection of several items, checking and placing them each in
turn on the coffee table, before he reached back inside one last time and
retrieved the beautiful long black leash.
He smiled as he moved back towards her, knowing she had not moved a
muscle as instructed, apart from her eyes which grew larger with each piece of
equipment he had removed from the cupboard. Cupping her face in his hands, he
lowered his lips to hers, planting a soft kiss on her slightly open mouth as his
hands lowered to her neck and attached the leash to her collar. He silently
pulled away and returned to his chair.
`Here Elle,` he beckoned and tugged gently on the leash.
She turned, took a step towards him, and slowly dropped to her knees. He
sat forward and ran his hand over her body, pausing to pinch each of her
perfectly formed nipples, the dark raised bumps of her flesh reacting to his
touch as he squeezed the delicate nubs between the tips of his fingers.
He mouthed the word `spread` and as she parted her thighs he lightly
touched his hand to her smooth cunt and slipped a finger between the warm wet
folds of her lips.
`Lean back Elle, take hold of your ankles,` he gently instructed.
She did as she was told and spread her thighs wider as she gripped her
ankles with each hand. She felt the rush of heat through her chest as she
lowered her eyes and took in a deep breath, the warmth instantly rising from the
pit of her stomach.
`Now, for the rules, my princess,` he said as he fixed his gaze on her,
sliding a finger deeper inside her velvety moistness. `I will only be saying
this once, so make sure you pay attention, do you understand?`
She looked up at him and nodded, desperate to focus her concentration on
his voice, his instruction, and not the growing desire that was rising inside
her as his finger glided in and out of her slick opening. She was wet and creamy
and she wanted to beg for more.
`Yes Sir,` she replied in a hoarse whisper.
He removed his finger from her damp hole and reached under his chair,
slowly lifting her favorite deep purple 7-inch vibrator in front of her eyes.
She moaned softly as he touched it to her body and lowered it over her navel,
his intense stare never leaving her face as his thumb lightly turned the base.
The erect vibe buzzed subtly into life as he teased it over her flesh and then
dipped it into her juices. She threw her head back as he probed the vibrator
inside her and she spread her thighs even wider, completely exposed to him.
“Are you wet Elle?”
“Yes Sir,” she moaned
“Tell me.”
“I’m wet Sir,” she whimpered.
“No Elle, tell me, don’t repeat my words. Tell me how you feel.”
He thrust the vibe deeper into her sodden burrow and she bit down on her
lower lip, every torturous moment filling her thighs with rapturous pleasure.
“I...”
“Yes?”
“Oh God… it feels so good, please don’t stop…”
“Why not?”
“Because… because… I need it, please Sir, please don’t stop, oh God, it
feels good…please…fuck me!”
He smiled and slowly, purposefully fucked her with the rubber phallus,
thrusting it in and out of her cunt.
`Rule One: you are not to orgasm from this moment on without my express
permission,` he withdrew the vibe from her and slid it upward to rest on her
clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in small firm circles, causing her to arch
towards him, `and I will not be manipulated into giving permission by your
cries, your whimpers, or your begging, my precious slut. Permission will only be
granted if I am prepared to let you release.`
Holding her up with one hand, he smiled and felt his cock grow hard
inside his jeans at the sight of her, totally defenseless, completely under his
control and he thrust the whole length of the vibrator back inside of her
dripping pussy, just to prove his point.
`Rule Two: you are not to speak unless spoken to; you may moan, whimper,
cry out and even scream,` He raised his eyebrows to accentuate the word
'scream', `but you will not speak unless instructed, do you understand?`
She nodded, unable to speak, even if he had given her permission. She
felt her juices run onto her thighs as he continued to plunge the erect replica
cock in and out of her, spreading the wetness over her bare mound with his free
hand and soaking her with her own dampness.
She reached for him without thinking, her eyes pleading with him to stop,
not wanting to orgasm, as she knew that he never gave many rules, but when he
did he expected to be obeyed without question.
He shot a warning glance. `Hands back to your ankles Elle! Now!`
She whimpered, yet immediately obeyed.
The flash of anger in his eyes subsided as he continued.
`Rule Three: you will not hesitate, and I mean not even slightly, to do
anything I request of you tonight, Elle. This is the night we have talked about,
the one we have discussed, the one where you will surrender completely, total
submission, my slave, just as we agreed would happen. It will not stop - until I
say it stops. You are purely here for my use Elle. No safe words.`
He smiled sadly and whispered in a barely audible tone, more for his
benefit than for hers, “this is our last chance”.
He pushed in harder and faster, thrusting all 7 inches of the rubber
purple shaft in and out of her hot wet slit, fucking her with it until she cried
out in pleasure, arching towards him, driving herself against the vibe, barely
able to sustain control.
“Do not cum, Elle. Do not make me have to punish this beautiful body
again before we even start.”
He looked at her sternly and she held back, breathing heavily, doing
everything in her power to prevent the orgasm from coursing through her body. He
smiled and pulled the vibrator out of her, offering it to her mouth where she
instinctively licked it clean.
“Already you are so wet...such a wanton little slut.”
He chuckled to himself.
“Nod in agreement Elle if you understand and accept the rules.”
She looked at him, still sucking her wetness from the vibrator and she
nodded.
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