CHAPTER 3 – Rookie Training
Bella's POV :
My eyes blinked…slowly, I felt things slowly coming back into my brain. But one thing was clear : It was pitch black…dark. I couldn't see anything at all…not even a little bit of light. I could feel my body…it felt naked. I could feel ropes all over me, tightly binding me, making me feel a bit more secure. I could smell wood. I tried to turn my head and look around but there was something thick and leathery around my neck, holding my head in place.
I felt something else, too, now. I was moving…being moved. I was inside something…a box…a coffin…and it was being moved…slowly…as if sliding, being pulled ?
Then another sensation awakened inside me. I felt ropes around my waist…and leg…in my inner thigh…holding something to my pussy…and it was softly buzzing…a low vibration there, making me feel very warm and pleasant there. And there was something else…inside me…between my legs…making very soft, subtle little pulses deep within me. It was very nice.
Between my lips, there was a soft ball…a ball gag, I knew right away. I tried my arms but they were down at my sides…shackled to something that didn't allow them to move. My toes were able to wiggle a bit but I felt like my ankles might be shackled as well.
I felt that moving feeling still…and then suddenly it stopped abruptly. I blinked some more, wondering how I was THIS blind even in a box of some sort. I began to make a little noise, letting him know I was awake now. I didn't scream or yell…I just whimpered a bit loudly.
"I told you to shut your fucking mouth.", his voice was out there and I could hear it and his foot slammed against the side of the box near my shoulder as I jumped.
"You stay there and learn your lesson until I so choose to let you out.", he ordered, "And you're not allowed to come…at all. So, don't."
Coming right now was not that much of a concern. These were pleasant sensations but I doubt they'd make me come.
Some time passed. I tried to be quiet and wait. I closed my eyes and concentrated on relaxing…as Master had taught me awhile ago. But images kept coming into my head…that movie with Ryan Reynolds where he's trapped in a box…and buried alive. Spiders crawling in here on me…the box submerged in water…my mind was slowly fucking me all by itself.
Now and then I would make a sound to see if he was still out there, and would respond to let me know he was close. But he didn't. Part of me pictured him right out there, sitting on this box I was laying in.
Slowly, the pulses inside me began to get stronger and stronger…I hardly noticed it until it was getting impossible to ignore. They came faster and harder…and before long they were buzzing in me…and the low vibrator was finally doing its work between my legs…even at this low speed it was very hard to think of anything else.
I began to hear my voice making little growls of arousal…of fear that I wouldn't be able to stop myself from coming, doing it against his wishes.
I kept seeing his naked body in my head…his mean eyes…his cold fingers touching me…his mouth opening and devouring my flesh, his tongue lapping at my blood.
I was moaning and wordlessly pleading now…twisting my wrists and legs in whatever I was in…praying Master would have mercy on me. It was very warm in here too….and so, so dark. I couldn't even see SHADOWS or light. I almost felt like I didn't have enough air.
Suddenly, something happened…I heard something open down below me…and a little bit of light finally peeked in. It was down near my waist. A little round circle opened and I could only see soft orangey light.
"Is there a problem, 317 ?", his voice was out there, a little loud so I could hear him inside here.
"Mmmmnnnnn", I tried to speak.
"Oh, I forgot", he sounded amused, "You're gagged."
Then something was being done outside…near where my face was. I heard metal on metal and something clicked…then a square little door opened right above my eyes.
A soft light slid in and didn't hurt my eyes when they opened, adjusting to the new light.
I could see Master's eyes and face a bit above the opening…as if he were sitting on the box I was locked in. He looked very happy and carefree out there…and I wanted to slap him just for that.
"Can I help you, 317 ?", he asked, not losing the grin.
I muffled some pleas to be able to orgasm. He could understand me but he pretended not to.
He put a hand to his ear and shook his head.
"I still cannot understand you, 317.", he sighed, "What to do…"
His finger tapped on the wood I was locked in. I closed my eyes, trying to hold off the feelings between my legs as he kept toying with me.
"Would you like to speak for a moment ?", he finally asked me.
I nodded, making a "MMMM" sound.
He sighed, almost rolling his eyes.
"Alright.", he reached into the square hole, "Turn your face to the left."
I did and without any trouble, his long fingers unbuckled the gag behind my head. This would've been impossible for a human to do, I was sure. He took the gag out of the box, placing it to the side of the hole I could see through.
"What ?", he asked curtly.
I looked straight up now and licked my lips. They felt dry and dusty.
I swallowed and asked, "Master, may I please come ?"
He laughed.
"Of course, you're asking for something for yourself.", he frowned a bit, "Why did I think that it was going to be some kind of apology or plea of some sort to court my forgiveness? And to answer your…question…absolutely not. This is not a reward, it's punishment. Was I not clear on that ?"
"Yes but…", I bit on my bottom lip, "It's…it's close…."
"Well, my dear", he looked away for a second, then to me, "That is YOUR problem. You deal with that. You will get orgasms and permission to experience them ONLY when I say you deserve them. And baby…you DON'T deserve them. But you DO deserve the shit that's coming WHEN you DO disobey me again and orgasm anyway. And I hope you don't even get to enjoy the orgasm because it's NOT authorized by ME. It should fill you with shame and fright when it comes."
"Anything else ?", he callously asked.
"What…am I in ?", I dared to ask, "Is this a coffin ?"
He looked at me as if I was corny to guess this.
"Do I look that hokey ?", he asked me, "No, not a coffin. Just a very strong box. This is your home now. Do you like it ?"
I gave a little whimper. The vibrations were killing me.
"Yes, Master.", I said.
"You lie to me now ?", he squinted at me.
"No Master.", I was so confused.
"Tell the truth.", he allowed, "Tell me how much you hate it in there."
I felt a little tear in my eye as I said it.
"I hate it in here.", I pretended to cry a little.
He feigned sympathy.
"Well, you were free as a bird before.", he reminded, "Free enough to escape…twice. It seems you can't handle that kind of freedom. So now you will live in the box. And if you're good, I may take you out occasionally to play with you. But it's not often I play with the bad girls. I like to HURT the bad ones."
"Please…", I took a deep breath, "I'll be good. It's so dark in here."
"That's the point.", he looked at me as if I were slow.
"You can't run in there, can you ?", he asked, prolonging my torment with the dual vibrators.
"No, Master.", I answered.
"You can't break my rules in there ?", he asked.
"No, Master.", I replied again. Well, yes I could. I could come. I WOULD come if he didn't stop me.
"See why it's the perfect place for you ?", he smirked, playfully dotting his white finger to the tip of my nose.
"Yes, Master.", I shivered.
"Maybe in a couple of weeks…", he said, his eyes hard now, "Maybe then we can see if you can be trusted."
WEEKS ?! Oh he's good !
"Lick.", he put two fingers to my lips.
I took my tongue out and licked them very enthusiastically, as if it were his cock. I took them into my opened mouth and sucked wetly on the cold but delicious fingers. He watched me, a little smile on his lips, they slightly parted, as if he enjoyed this.
"Not bad, 317.", he took his fingers away as I mewed sadly.
"When I require you, I'll come right to this box…", he said, "And I know you'll be here. You made it this way, not me."
I clenched my eyes, the buzzing getting more intense. He grinned down at me.
He folded his arms and leaned them on the box…watching me gleefully.
"Something wrong ?", he asked, knowing damn well.
"What is this…thing inside me ?", I felt my will slipping…it was throbbing again….harder.
"Oh, that's new.", he brightened, reaching for something, bringing his phone to the opening, "This little thing inserts inside you…and I can control it with my phone. I had it on gentle before. Now it's turned up to intense. Is it intense, 317 ?"
"Yes, Master.", I said definitely.
"I just LOVE technology. There are other controls…", he looked at his phone, "Even some painful ones…so I would play me very carefully while that thing is inside you."
"Oh my God, Master, I'm going to come !", I squealed, trying to hold it off, not wanting to disobey him.
"Well, if you do, you do it without my permission.", he didn't budge, "And then you are in a world of trouble."
I panted, trying to resist it.
"You're in a world of trouble anyway…", he surmised, "But…this will just make it a lot worse than it would've been."
"You will look into my eyes as you come without my permission.", he commanded now, pressing his thumb to his phone screen, putting it down, and watching me very closely.
And I felt the thing inside me suddenly buzz VERY violently…making it impossible to hold on any longer.
"UUGGGGHHHHH !", I screamed out, looking at his eyes, "NOOO, PLEASE MASTER ! I CAN'T ! RRRRRRRRRR !"
He just watched me, silently, a smirk shining on his delicious looking lips.
"I'm sorry.", I cried as I finally came…watching his eyes the entire time…my body jerked and spasmed…and he was right…I didn't enjoy it…because I was not allowed to do it. It was painful because I felt like I had failed…I was weak.
I felt tears in both my eyes now. And his eyes burned into mine.
"You will come again without my permission.", he stated coldly now.
"No, please Master…", I begged….and it was coming for me again…
"You will not have my permission to come for a very long time…", he sneered, "So go on and have your nasty little orgasms…I hope they are empty and colorless. That's how coming will even be for you now…without me."
Again, I screamed and wept a little as I came, just as he said, without the real joy of it…as usual. It was sad actually. It's unbelievable how his WORDS could affect my physical reaction to this.
Suddenly the thing inside me stopped pulsing or vibrating. It was just still now. And Master reached into the round opening by my waist and turned off the vibrator tied to my inner thigh.
"I'm sorry.", I whispered, "I'm sorry…"
"You have no idea just how sorry you will be.", he said cryptically.
The little square closed harshly above my eyes, putting me into the blackness again. The little opening near my waist remained open. But I didn't hear him now. Not even footsteps.
"You may beg now to come out of the box.", his voice was far away, "Let's see if there's anything in me that feels the least bit sorry for YOU."
Oh okay.
"Please, Master…", I began, making my voice a bit louder so he'd hear me, "Please let me come out of the box. I'm so sorry I ran away. I'll never do that again. I missed you…but I was afraid to come back. Afraid you'd hate me. I love you Master…life without you sucks…I know that now…I just want to please you like I used to. I know I hurt you…I hate that most of all. I want to be the slave that you liked so much in the beginning. I will do anything to get that chance again."
I could go on with this forever…the writer in me was working happily in my brain.
"When you gave me my collar…", I said in the dark, "It was the best day of my life. I don't want to be anything else…but yours. Always, yours."
I almost said some things about how I hate vanilla. Vanilla is a relationship without the BDSM stuff…but I didn't want to say that. The summer with him, just being us…making love with him was mind blowing too !
He didn't respond. He let me go on for a long time. I did, never letting myself be silent.
At one point I was silent and he barked out the word, "More.", a kick sounding on the outside of the box, near my waist this time.
"Please let me come out of the box…", I took a deep breath, "I can't make you happy trapped in here…I know I don't deserve it…but I just want to come out for a little while…just so I can show you…and please you…I'll do anything you want. Always."
"Is that it ?", his voice asked suddenly, not far away.
"No, Master.", I responded.
"Do you really think me so easy ?", he further asked, "A promise of sex ? You think that's all I need to let you out of your new bed ?"
"No, Master."
"I can have sex right now with anyone I like.", he informed, "One of the good girls who's never run away. What makes you think I'd want YOU ?"
Ouch. Remind me never to really get him this mad at me.
"I'll work so hard to make you trust me again, Master.", I promised, "I am so sorry."
"And what makes you think you've HURT me ?", he went back to that statement, "You're pretty confident in yourself that you think you mean so much to me."
Oh yea. Mr. Cullen IS in Dominant Edward.
"No response ?", he asked, sounding as if he won that argument.
"Hello ?", he knocked on the door above my eyes loudly.
"Yes, Master.", I said to let him know I was alright.
"Tell me you want me to open the box so I can punish you properly.", he told me.
"Master, please open the box so you can punish me as I deserve.", I wrote my own line, "I owe you a lot of suffering…I WANT to suffer for you."
"Not bad.", he said and I heard the sounds of an electric screwdriver outside. Then it stopped and started again. I'm sealed in here with screws ?! I AM screwed…literally.
Then a big piece of the box was removed and my whole head was in the glow of the light…and I could see Master better. I smiled before I even thought about it. It was like seeing the moon for the first time in ten years.
"Hello.", he said to me, his fingers gently coming in and stroking up the side of my cheek. It was a lovely touch. I nearly cried.
"Hi.", I heard myself say and he smiled at me, a silent chuckle in his face.
"How're you doing in there ?", he asked now, sounding softer, like the Edward I knew from this summer.
"Okay.", I said, my breathing accelerating a bit, "I'm okay. Can I get out please?"
I was still playing my part. Being in boxes and things was a hard thing for me…in the beginning I would really howl and scream inside them…but Master had taught me to endure it, training me to get used to it. I could have been in here longer.
"Mmm…in a minute. Part of your punishment is to get acclimated to the box. You're going to be in there for some time, you know."
"Please…", I felt myself quiver.
"I never want to find you alone in the woods again.", he raised a brow.
Oh. This is why he's a little upset with me. I scared him. I promised him never again.
Without a word, he took hold of his drill and began to unscrew other screws in the box…each little sound made me jump nervously as he finally stopped…and he reached down, lifting the top of the box off me, and I could peek down now and see my naked body, all bound in ropes…my breasts bound tightly, my waist…my arms…
It was nice to get air and I could see better now…Master was wearing his black leather pants and boots…a white t shirt.
I noticed that around my head was soft material and that the lid of the box could still come down and cover my face. And that's just what happened. Master closed my head in that piece, but my body was fully exposed to him.
He switched the vibrator tied to my pussy on high now and I screamed out. He ignored that and moved his hands all over me…my breasts…my torso…my legs…
"Are you ready to be punished, slut ?", he asked me, his tone lighter now as he began to turn my waist and slap his hand down over my ass.
"OWW, yes Master.", I answered, trying to wriggle free of that vibrator. But he pressed it tightly down against my clit…not letting me have any release.
He slapped me again…on the ass…then he began to slap my breasts as the pain made the vibrator more erotic to me. He kept hitting and spanking me…
"Are you going to be a good girl for me ?", he asked, and this made me even hotter as the buzzing was destroying me.
"Yes Master.", I vowed, "Yes ! I'll be good !"
"Are you done running away ?", he asked, spanking me harder as I screeched out.
"Yes, Master !", I promised loudly.
"Why don't you like me ?", he asked, hitting me even harder.
"UGGGHHH", I groaned, "I like you ! I love you ! I'm sorry !"
"Are you dumb ?", he asked, almost laughing as he slapped my left breast even harder.
"Yes !", I agreed, "Yes Master, I'm a dumb little bitch. I'm sorry…please !"
"Well at least you admit it.", he replied, slapping again, this time in my crotch.
"What are we going to do about it ? How shall I make you smarter ?", he asked me, holding the vibrator even tighter to me.
"Hurt me.", I begged, "Please hurt me…punish me…"
"Such begging.", he smirked at me, "I'm shocked."
He put his fingernails to my breasts and then slowly dragged them down all the way to my pussy as I screamed.
"I just love how the blood rushes to your skin when I hurt you…", he touched his fingers to my flesh, "So white…then such a lovely deep shade of pink…."
"Thank you, Master.", I panted, trying to picture anything that would stop me from coming again without permission.
The lid opened over my face again and Master's hand gripped my throat, tightening the leather collar around my neck.
"Come again.", he dared, cutting my air off almost completely as I choked and panted, "Come against my wishes like the little whore you are."
"No, Master please…", I almost whined.
"Now.", he demanded.
And I came. I came so hard. I screamed and twitched and felt the warm juices between my legs as he watched me with the smile of a devil.
He tapped the side of my face twice with his hand, having me right where he wanted me now.
His fingers touched my lips and opened them slightly…and he tilted his head as my eyes opened heavily, and I licked his fingers wantonly.
"Pretty girl.", he moved his hand over my eyes and smoothed away a little tear, "I love punishing the pretty ones. Your suffering makes me hot. How will I ever stop hurting you ?"
He walked away from me, still half trapped in the box, the vibrator still buzzing away. He left me there to further enjoy another orgasm without permission as I panted and gave a little cry.
"Master !", I called but he was gone.
When he came back, I had come again and he turned off the vibrator.
"Being so bad already…if you improve, perhaps later I'll give you some water.", he promised.
"Thank you, Master.", I said with a weak voice.
Without a word, he began to put the box around my head back together, as I began to panic a little.
"Silence.", he said, locking the top piece into place, just putting my head into the darkness, "Trust."
"Yes, Master.", I pouted inside the box.
"What I'd like you to do…", he said, his fingers moving over my left breast, "Is…I want you to use your writer's mind and take this time to think up some nasty stories for me. Later, you will tell me some of them. So relax…and ponder. Yes ?"
"Yes, Master.", I felt a little smile come to my lips. I could do that.
"Excellent.", his voice was tender now and without seeing him I could picture his face…patient and sweet, "Beyond just pleasing my body, you will arouse my mind. You will amuse me, entertain me. Your creativity was one of the reasons I chose you as my pet. A proper slave will do this, sensually…softly...erotically."
I never heard him talk this way before. I loved it. It was very new, I could tell. He said it would be a little different now.
"Yes, Master.", I said very affectionately, "Thank you, Master."
"I will be back for you. You're completely safe.", he assured.
He never told me this before. I liked it. I DID feel safe just hearing his words. Again, his words made my body feel what he told me to feel.
"Just because I'm not here does not mean you're not on task.", his voice said, "You have an assignment. Alright ?"
"Yes, Master.", I hoped my voice sounded calm and happy…because I was. It was great him giving my mind something to do in here. It almost freed me, in a way. Maybe he knows that. Of course he does.
"Excellent.", he said again, "Good luck."
I heard his boots slowly walking out of the room, into the hallway. I knew he wouldn't go far and I closed my eyes and began to write in my head. Nasty stories. I could do that all day long.
Later, when he came to take me completely out of the box, he was back in punishment mode. He didn't say a word to me as he began to release me from the box.
After completely untying me from the box, he grabbed me by the hair.
"Up.", he said flatly, showing no compassion or affection.
"Follow.", he added.
I stood up and he took hold of the chain leash around my neck, leading me by that as he took me into the hallway and into the next room to the right.
I was punished…whipped with the flogger. It was hard but he didn't go too hard. He didn't even tie me up…he had me on all fours, ordered to hold still. That was harder on me. Master informed me that a good slave doesn't NEED to be tied up. Simply the order of holding still should work. I endured it, as I had before.
Then he had me roll over, so he could whip my breasts, stomach, and pussy…leaning back on my knees, my hands on the floor behind me, holding me up. This was a very difficult position, almost making my body into a table…and holding it while he flogged me.
During the whippings, he was very hard, his voice barking out commands to hold still, put my head back, be silent…stop begging…hold that pussy out for me…don't lower it…extend your leg…hold it. How that makes me hot, I wasn't sure…but it did.
Then, there was his talking as he whipped me.
"You should be loving this, slave.", he scowled as he brought the pain, my scream - a sound in the background, "You should be so happy that you're pleasing your Master…that the pain is nothing. It should be a sweet feeling for you."
And his questions…"Does it give you a fulfilling purpose, slut ? Serving me ? Crying for me ? Do you want to ? Is there anything else you'd rather be doing right now ?"
He stroked me in between whippings…giving me some time to process. He would keep testing me, asking, "Do you still want to run away ?"
"No, Master.", I blinked and a couple of tears fell from my eyes.
"Because if you don't like me…", he massaged my ass cheeks with both hands. They were stinging from the whipping they'd just experienced.
"I can give you to another Master.", he suggested, smirking devilishly, "OR…Mistress."
"No, Master, I want you.", I was telling the truth about that.
"Are you sure about this, 317 ?", he asked me.
"Yes, Master.", I breathed, feeling better as his hands cooled the heat in my muscles there.
"Remain there.", he walked away, sounding unimpressed as my arms and legs nearly buckled, trying to hold my body up this way, "Arch your back up higher…better."
After the punishment was over, he sat in this very nice chair, something like a leather and metal throne.
"Kneel before me.", he said to me as he stepped up to sit in this chair. He looked amazing in it…shirtless now, the leather pants…the boots…he was a work of art.
"We will begin all over again, slave.", he said, looking me over, "This is the last chance for you."
"Yes, Master.", I answered, "Thank you for giving me another chance, Master."
He let a silent moment pass, making me ill at ease.
"I'd better not regret this, 317.", he finally said.
I swallowed, "You won't, Master."
"Come.", he motioned me forward with his first two fingers, and I crawled closer to him. When I got near his feet, he said, "Stop. Stay. Hands behind your head."
I did as he said, keeping my eyes down, as I used to.
"Very good with the eyes.", he said with a softer voice, "You remembered."
He put his left boot on my knee and said, "Look down. What do you see ?"
"Your boot, Master.", I answered.
"And what does it look like, slave?", he asked coldly.
"Dirty, Master.", I said, staring at the boot with a silver buckle on its ankle.
"And this one ?", he put his other boot on my other knee.
"Dirty, Master.", I repeated. They were dusty, like the floors, white kind of concrete dust.
"And how do you think they got so dirty ?", he asked calmly.
"From you punishing me, Master.", I said honestly.
"That's right.", his brow raised a bit, his eyes almost smoldered. Yes, I peeked.
"So what do you think you should do about it ?", he asked me.
"Clean them, Master?", I replied submissively.
"Are you asking me or telling me ?", he looked slightly frustrated with me.
"Telling you.", I replied firmly.
"That's right.", he said softly, "There are some supplies over there."
He pointed to the corner behind me.
"Go fetch.", he snapped, taking his boots off my knees.
I crawled over, my hands and feet shackled but free enough to move. I was still wearing the chain around my neck with the large padlock holding it on.
I found a bucket of water with a cloth in it, a brush, a little spray bottle. I gathered them up and crawled back over to him, kneeling at his feet as before.
He put his right boot back onto my knee, turning it to the side a bit. And then he pointed to the dirty side with a black cane in his hand. Oh shit ! A cane ! Where the fuck did that come from ?
"Right here.", he said softly, "Start right on this one."
I took the cloth and squeezed it hard into the bucket, and was glad I was allowed to use a cloth and not my tongue. I began to scrub the dusty stuff from the boot…making it shiny and dark black again as my other hand gently held his boot.
"Use both hands…", he instructed, as the shackles around my wrists jingled as I worked, scrubbing aggressively.
"That's a good girl.", his voice was so melty and warm…I felt goosebumps on my body.
His other boot rested on my other knee as he laid back a bit, smiling down at me, relaxed, playing with the cane in his hands.
"So, tell me…", he sounded as if he were smiling in his voice and I felt his fingers move a lock of hair out of my eyes as I kept focusing on his boot.
"What tasks would you like to perform for me tomorrow?", he asked me.
I had done several different chores for him during my time as his slave. I knew this was a trick question.
"Anything that pleases you, Master.", I said dutifully.
"Ah, no that's the easy answer.", he sounded more amused now, "I want a real answer, slave."
"I don't know, Master.", I got some more water on the cloth and wrung it out, wiping more dust off his sexy boot.
"317.", he sighed, "You're boring me. That's a dangerous thing for you to do. When I'm bored I can get…nasty. And I create very demented things to keep myself awake…"
I tried to think of something cool to say.
"Make up an answer.", he suggested, "Entertain me."
He was moving the cane along my arm, letting it stroke me. And then it was in my hair, moving another lock of my hair back over my shoulder.
Then the cane was resting on my thigh…and a couple tiny little taps bounced off it…it didn't hurt at all. But I knew he was mind fucking me with it…the canes were my kryptonite. They killed me. I never got used to them.
Honestly, all the chores he gave me sucked. They didn't serve a purpose at all other than making me tired and sweaty.
And I was just whipped. Now was not the time to be brutally honest. But he asked for it. So…I was dumb enough to answer him.
"I think all the chores you give me are just for hard labor.", I said, cleaning the heel of his boot, "And I know why…but I would like to do something useful. Something that improves things…something that makes a difference to someone…Master."
I hoped that was not going to anger him.
"I like that answer.", he said affectionately, "Begin on the other one."
He tapped his boot with the cane as I got more water on the cloth and turned to work on the left boot.
This was nice, actually. It wasn't often we would sit and talk and I would be free like this during a Master and slave session. He said things would be different. And he was right. I really loved this.
He was my Master and had just made me cry with the pain of my flogging…my body still stinging and throbbing everywhere…but now we were here and he was being kind to me, even though we were still in our roles as Master and slave. I realized that Master does not equal mean and slave does not mean being chained every second and being hurt. There was more to it than that. So much more. And I was happy to know that.
And as I was cleaning his boot, the cane was being used to stroke me, an occasional little tap reminding me of who I was.
"Do you like leather, 317 ?", he pondered aloud as I worked.
"Yes, Master.", I smiled, not looking up although I wanted to.
"Why ?", he asked me.
"So many reasons.", I said, "It's like something from another time…a look that could be today or 300 years ago. It's such a badass look…like a hot villain."
Do I sound stupid ?
He was moving the cane tip around my breasts now…and along my lips…waiting for my mouth to open again and speak to him.
I peeked up at him and he was smiling at me. And he caught me looking.
"You looked at me.", he said softly, "Give me your ass."
Without argument, I turned and put my arms behind me, out of the way of my ass as I put my head to the floor. This was one of my positions when Master would say give me your ass.
"Very good, you remembered that too.", he sounded pleased.
"Right there.", he said, cupping my ass near the bottom as the cane rested on my upper half of the left cheek. I tried to relax. It was coming.
Then he began to lightly strike the cane over and over again in quick lashes on the same spot…I gritted my teeth and tried to be quiet. Each lash got a bit harder, a gradual escalation without pause between each blow…until he was striking quite hard…I managed not to scream at all.
I could hear the air going WHHOOPPPP as each blow came down and finally I had to let a loud moan escape my lips.
He stopped right then and waited.
"Thank you, Master.", I breathed.
"My pleasure.", he answered, "Continue your task, girl."
I straightened and turned back, the cloth in my hand still…and I began to wipe his boot again.
He placed the cane under my chin and lifted it a bit, saying, "When I lift your chin that means I want to look at YOUR face. It doesn't mean you get to look at mine."
"Yes ?", he asked me.
I didn't look up I just said, "Yes, Master."
"Good.", he responded patiently, "It IS…a very pretty face, 317. Very beautiful."
I gave a little smile, tears in my eyes. No one ever told me this before him. He made me FEEL beautiful.
"Thank you, Master.", I heard my voice crack a bit.
"Keep cleaning.", he said, his voice light…the cane going to rest back over his shoulder.
"I will consider what you said about doing something useful.", he assured me, "There are many things in that vein you could accomplish. But you will still do the grunt work if I desire it."
I was about to say yes Master when he tapped my knee with the cane.
"Open your legs.", he said as I opened them, not taking my eyes off the task at hand with his boot.
"Good girl.", he complimented, "Keep them open at all times while in my presence."
Now he was lightly tapping the cane against my inner thigh. It didn't hurt…it just toyed with me.
"I would like to instill in you a respect for my leather.", he said, tilting his head as he watched me.
Now the cane was lightly tapping between my legs…this was starting to make me hot. Weird, the cane making me feel good…I guess it all depends on how it's being used.
I wet the cloth again and the boot was clean…but his leather pant leg was dusty at the bottom so without being told I began to clean that. He didn't stop me.
The cane moved behind me now, tapping against my ass, moving up my back.
"You have a lovely body for caning.", he observed aloud, the cane tapping a bit harder each time…this time a decent pause between each stroke. I know he loves using the canes on me…he probably missed them all summer.
I kept focusing on cleaning the leather and tried not to react to it, "You know that ?", he probed.
"No, Master.", I answered, unaware my body was great for caning. I always thought my body was too weak for it. I always cried.
I was cleaning all the way up his leg now with my damp cloth, wanting the whole leg to glisten like the boot had.
"What I love is the way you respond to it.", he shared, the cane still biting a bit as he lightly struck it against my ass on this side.
"I know you've had your difficulties with it in the past…", he kept tapping, "But I think deep down you're beginning to like it. You WILL learn to like it."
I kept cleaning at his knee now.
"Won't you ?", he asked me, testing me.
"Yes, Master.", I said…I had to admit…this kind of caning…was arousing me deeply.
"Since you're working…", he said, "Take this."
He handed me a black ponytail holder. I took it.
"Put your hair up out of your face.", he ordered quietly, the tapping of the cane striking my flesh still ticking like a clock.
I grinned and put the cloth down…and gathered my hair up, my face back…and looped my hair into the circle three times. My hair was a little curly today so a couple strands were loose but mostly it was up now.
"Very nice.", he said, his voice approving as I got the cloth back and got more water on it, squeezing it into the bucket.
"Much better.", he decided as I went back to cleaning above his knee now.
"Next time my boots are dirty you are to offer to clean them for me.", he stated, "You will not wait for me to point it out."
This tone was like a teacher would use to instruct…it wasn't angry.
"Yes, Master.", I agreed.
I was cleaning his inner thigh now, the leather over his leg.
"Put the cloth down now.", he said.
I didn't look up but put the cloth down over by the bucket.
"You may use your tongue now.", he curled his right leg around my ass as I didn't dare look at him.
I crawled in closer and took a huge, long lick up the leather of his crotch…right where his cock was trapped within. I made my tongue nice and wet, hoping he could feel it through the pants.
He gave a small moan as he watched me.
"I want you to taste the leather.", he said with a deep, husky voice, "I want you to smell the leather."
The cane was still on the move…tapping on my back now.
"Eroticize it.", he ordered, stroking my hair back as my tongue made the whole cock of his pants glisten.
"Yes.", he took hold of my ponytail, gently, and watched me clean the rest of his leather.
"Open wide.", he instructed as I was about to lick along the side where his pelvis would be.
I opened and waited, my tongue out.
"Good.", he said with a definite air of approval and sensuality.
"Do you taste the leather ?", he asked, his voice sounding very pleased.
"Yes, Master.", I said into his leather cock, my hot breath warming the spot a bit.
"Bite.", he held my ponytail and pressed my face into his inner thigh right near his cock.
"Use your teeth.", he instructed, "Go ahead. Harder."
"Harder.", he demanded softly, "I know you can bite harder than THAT."
"Oh yeaaa.", he seemed aroused by this, "Get that leather all in your face."
Then I felt his legs both curl up around my head, resting on my shoulders, his boots crossing behind me.
"Look up at me.", he finally allowed me and I did raise my eyes up to his.
He smoothed my hair back away from my forehead and said, "With those gorgeous eyes of yours…"
"Swirl that tongue around.", he smirked down at me as I obeyed, "Taste my leather."
"I feel it…", he smiled at me, "That's very good, 317."
He let his legs uncurl from around my head and he put them back down at my sides.
"Continue.", he took hold of my chain leash, "Down the inside…this way…"
He led me from his inner thigh at the right all the way along his cock then back to the other side…my tongue out and wet as he guided me where he wanted me to go.
"Mmm hmm.", he said as he kept moving me…this was really turning me on and I wanted his real cock right now. The leather was thick and tasted wonderful, the smell intoxicating.
"Good.", he kept moving me from inner thigh across his cock to the other inner thigh…then back again…"Good girl."
I moaned and hoped he would open those pants now…but then he was making me lick down,
down, down his leg…towards his knee…then past it to his ankle.
Then I was looking at his boot again.
"Lick it.", he said curtly, "Lick it all."
I licked that boot like it was the best fucking ice cream I ever tasted. I moaned out loud, dizzy.
"Be very thorough. Get in all the little grooves.", he let my leash go and a second later I felt the cane tapping at my ass again.
"I want to feel it through the leather.", he said, "Lick it HARD."
I obeyed and gave a little grunt as one blow hit me particularly hard. But he kept tapping that cane…
'UGGHHH", I sounded as he said, "Do the other one."
I moved to his other boot and began licking that one as hard as I could.
This put my exposed ass right under his nose. He got right to work at tapping that cane on the side of my ass that wasn't hurting…yet.
"Harder.", he demanded, "I want to FEEL your tongue through the boot."
The cane tapped harder against the lower part of my ass now…right near my ass hole.
Then his fingers moved my pussy lips aside a bit and he began tapping the cane with more force…right beside it. I kept licking…trying to concentrate on that.
He began to really hit hard and I held in all my screams that wanted to burst free.
"I don't hear anything.", he said, "Am I not hitting you hard enough ?"
Suddenly I was able to moan now…painful, deep moans.
"That's better.", he said, as if relieved.
He hit harder and harder…I could hear the air whoosh with each blow. Finally I cried out, feeling the tears start to flow again, as they always did when I was caned.
"Does it hurt, 317 ?", he asked me gently.
"Yes, Master.", I wept softly, not wanting to make noise. He hated that.
"Tell me.", he said.
"It hurts, Master.", I breathed.
"Good girl.", he said with all the love of a father to his little girl. It healed the intense pain that was burning on my ass a moment ago.
"Come.", he motioned me forward and I crawled to him, my chains tinkling as I moved. He took hold of my leash and said, "Open your legs…straddle my leg."
I put my pussy right on his leg, below the knee as he asked, and waited.
"Hands behind you.", he said as I obeyed.
"I want to feel that wet pussy…I want you to rub it on the leather.", he instructed and pulled me up higher onto his leg by my leash. Now I was above his knee and I rubbed myself up and down there…the feel of it so nice and hot against my pussy lips.
"Right up here, too…", he pulled me closer, "Right on the cock."
I moaned a little…my eyes feeling heavy as this sent waves of lust through my whole body.
"Good.", he said as I moved up and down…and his fingers pinched my nipples…holding me by them and guiding me back and forth by them as I breathed a bit deeper now.
"This is good leather training for you.", he looked at my face and was glad I looked so aroused.
"When you see leather, " he said with a deep voice, "I want you to think about fucking it…and when you smell leather, I want you to think about fucking it."
I just want to fuck YOU ! I wanted to scream.
"Isn't this better than being in the box ?", he asked me with a low voice as I kept moving against him.
"Yes, Master.", I was getting so horny I wanted to rape him right now.
His bare hand was smacking against my ass.
I was moving faster now, with more urgency. I was almost dizzy.
"Stand up…", he said suddenly, "Right there. Hands back."
I stood up and watched as he took something out from behind him and started to strap it to his upper leg, right above the knee. It was a black cock, standing straight up. Then he took something else out and held it above the fake cock. It was lube. And he squeezed the tube and clear liquid oozed all over it.
"Now…", he said, "I want you to come here…sit on my lap…and tell me a story."
I grinned, liking his style. But I was nervous.
"Don't make me say it twice.", he looked up into my eyes, "Sit."
I came closer and straddled the cock.
"Use your hands to put it in.", he instructed softly.
I did what he said and slowly lowered myself over it…using my hands to hold it while I sank down over it, my chains twinkling happily. It was deep and very thick.
I let a deep moan come out of my mouth as I closed my eyes and felt it fill me. The lube made it warm and slick.
He put his finger under my chin, making me look at him. I looked and gave him a very sweet smile. He smiled back at me.
"Hands behind you.", he said again as I did that. He reached around and his cold hands dug into my ass cheeks, manipulating them and squeezing them, lifting me up a bit by them as I let out another very happy moan.
"Is it in you ?", he asked me as I nodded.
"Yea ?", he asked and held me by my ass…then he moved his leg up and down…making the cock fuck me.
Then his leg moved up and down faster…and I nearly screamed at the pleasure I was feeling.
I made very happy girl sounds as his lips kissed the top of my breast, right at his eye level as his leg bounced furiously underneath me. His mouth found my nipple and sucked it in as I moaned out louder, wanting his cock so badly I could cry.
Then he was biting my other nipple, his hand against my waist as his leg kept fucking me.
He smiled at me like a boy as he stopped moving his leg.
"You're being punished.", he remembered, "You can do the work."
"You bounce up and down. Hard.", he commanded with a grin, moving his palm over my breast.
"So…how was your time in the box ?", he asked me as he watched me bounce.
"Good, Master.", I answered, moving up and down, my breasts bouncing as I did.
"And…how'd you do on your assignment ?", he asked me.
"Pretty well, Master.", I said, "I think."
"You think ?", he asked pleasantly, his fingers pinching my right nipple as I fucked his leg.
"Tell me a story then.", he insisted.
He wants a story now ? He is pure evil. FUCK, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH !
I was about to tell him one of my stories and my mind went completely blank.
"It looks like you'll need some help.", he grinned, leaning closer and his tongue came out, slowly licking around the edge of my right nipple as I let out a deep fucking moan.
"Tell me, slut. I'd hate to have to put you back in the box to reflect again.", he warned as he watched me move up and down.
Quickly, my mind snapped into action.
"Once there was this girl…", I said, still fucking as I spoke, "And she was working for this pianist. He was the best musician in the world…"
He smiled more.
"I like this.", he purred.
"She would do anything for him…she loved him so much…he never seemed very interested in her, though. And one day they got into the elevator together as they left the studio…and as they got down to the 106th floor, the elevator broke down.
The pianist did everything he could but no one answered the emergency telephone…no one came to help them. About an hour went by as they waited, not talking much. Then, the pianist went to his assistant and grabbed her by the arms.
"Come here.", he said, roughly moving her up against the wall, and he started to remove his tie.
"What are you doing ?", she asked timidly, watching him.
"Shut up.", he barked at her, and began to tie her wrists together, tying them into the metal rail behind her that was in the elevator wall.
She began to make a little noise, afraid…not sure what he was doing.
"I said shut up.", he repeated, coldly, seeing her hands would not get in his way…and then he grabbed one hand around her tiny neck and began savagely kissing her lips.
She made little whimpers…wanting him but not wanting it to be this way, as if he was forcing her…she tried to open her mouth to tell him that…but he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, biting lightly on her bottom lip as she tried to speak.
He put a hand tightly over her mouth, muffling any words she might use to stop him. Her head was pinned firmly to the steel wall behind her as he began to move his finger down her neck…down into her thin, summer blouse.
Her sounds only drove him on further…they excited him.
"Let's unbutton this little thing.", he suggested as she gave a little cry out loud.
"Shhh shhh shhhh…", he warned her softly, "You're my assistant, you'll do as I say."
He let go of her mouth and his fingers began to slowly unbutton the top as she panted a bit.
"Nooo…", she moaned, not sure how she felt about this…as her hair fell a bit over her eyes while she looked down at his hands…watching as her breasts and bra became exposed.
"Quiet.", he kept going, "Wow…you have very NICE tits, why do you hide them like that ?"
She let a strange half moan half cry come out of her mouth as he moved the blouse off her and back over her shoulders, getting a better look.
"Sexy bra, too.", he noticed, seeing a black lace bra that only covered the lower half of her breast, the top halves heaving in and out as she tried to curl her wrists to get free, but getting nowhere.
"Here put that in your mouth.", he said, sticking his large thumb into her open lips, "Suck on that."
With his other hand, he moved the bra cup down on her left breast and exposed it completely now as she tried to turn her face away, her lips closing over his thumb as he held her face with that same hand.
His other hand was exploring her breast and fondling it a bit roughly as she moaned out again, sounding unhappy about him manhandling her this way.
"Shut up.", he said again as he looked at her eyes, "I know you like this."
She tried to shake her head and talk but he didn't let her, he only said, "Yes you do…yes you do."
He let her mouth be free as his two hands undid the bra and removed it from her as she cried and said, "Please don't do this…"
"Mmm hmmm.", he responded curtly, ignoring her.
Then his fingers went down and raised her skirt up, gathering it around her waist as she tried to kick a little with her legs.
"Stop it.", he warned, "I don't want to hurt you but I will I have to. Behave."
"Mr. Cullen…", she breathed, watching as he yanked the pantyhose down and tore at it, "Please…"
"Don't beg, baby.", he said, amused, "I'm coming."
Then, he toyed with her, fingering her clit with the thin cotton panties over it, pinching it over the material as she gasped and mewed.
"This is one lonely little pussy, isn't it, Bella ?", he asked sadly, moving his fingers inside the edge of the panties, slowly moving up and down the side of her clitoris as she breathed a bit heavier.
"I don't know WHY you're fighting me…", he said, leaning in and kissing her mouth again, still a bit too hard, "We both know we want this."
"It's like…this elevator thing was meant to be.", he moved the panties down and his fingers touched the slick, naked flesh there.
He hissed as he touched her…and said, "It's so fucking wet, come on, Bella…you LOVE this."
She made a louder, afraid sound…and he had had enough of her whining.
Yanking at the panties, he ripped them and tore them off of her as she struggled and squealed.
Then she felt him stuff the panties into her mouth, deep, back near her throat as she muffled out another cry.
They stuffed her mouth very fully…and he grabbed her neck again, glaring into her eyes.
"Keep them in your mouth.", he demanded, "If they come out, you're FIRED. You hear me ?"
She gave a very throaty sound as he added, "And I'll make sure you never get work again…I'll tell the whole industry what a fucking whore you are…stealing…a drug addict…I don't care what I have to tell them."
Her mouth closed and held the panties tight in her mouth as he licked his fingers and used them to play with her, her head threw itself back as he expertly played her as if she were his new instrument. He knew all the right things to do…the right places to touch…
Before she knew it, he was lifting her legs from the floor and putting them around his waist…his pants open.
"Keep the legs there.", he commanded her now, and he pulled his pants down a bit lower, and his underwear too.
"Yes.", he approved as he stared down at her full breasts, "That's a good little whore."
And he shoved his entire penis into her…even hurting her a bit as he moved all the way inside. She didn't have a lot of experience with men…and wasn't used to one so large as this. She gave a loud screech as he moaned and let himself sit inside her for a moment.
His head fell back a bit as he smiled and felt the tightness squeezing around him.
His hands grabbed her underneath her ass cheeks as her ankles crossed around behind his back…locking themselves in place so they wouldn't fall.
And he began to thrust inside her….and she cried and begged with garbled words he didn't care to try and understand. He just kept moving, doing what he liked.
A few of her screams sounded like she was crying out for help or in a panic that he was fucking her this way…but mostly they were cries of pleasure as he pounded her, slamming her back into the wall each time, making a loud thudding sound as she tried to move her hips against his.
"Yea, that's right, bitch, fuck me.", he ordered her as he pinched her right nipple, yanking it up until she wailed out loud, "Fuck me…harder. Come on, hurt me…"
His lips kissed hers as if she wasn't gagged and he grinned as she looked into his eyes…excited and scared but also dazed and horny.
His teeth took a soft bite of her chin as he moved down and began to suck on her nipple, biting it to get her scream again.
"Keep fucking.", he sneered at her, "I'll bite even harder if you stop now. And faster…show some fucking enthusiasm !"
She did increase her pace and held the bars behind her for support as she moved her hips out further.
"That's it…", he sounded more pleased now, holding her chin in his hand, "You want to keep your job, don't you ?"
She nodded, his nose nuzzling against hers as he said, "Well, then stop the little girl shit and fuck me."
"I feed you…I clothe you…", he reminded as she growled, moving harder up and down over him even though it was hurting her body to do it.
"Don't I ?", he asked softly.
"YSSS MRRR CLLLNNNNN", she tried to answer through her panties.
"Then do what I say.", he suggested with a relaxed voice, "That's right…fuck me until it hurts…we could be in here for hours…and hours…"
"UUGGGHHHH" , she shrieked out as she kept slamming herself against him.
"And I intend to use you every second until those doors open.", he threatened, an evil glint in his voice now.
"And after they open, you'll conduct yourself like a nice little girl and walk out behind me…quietly…", he predicted, pummeling himself into her again, "Obediently…with a fucking SMILE on your face. Is that clear, Miss Swan ?"
"YSSS MRRR CUULLNNNNN.", she said compliantly.
"Finally.", he groaned, "You know your fucking place."
Master listened, on the edge of his seat, I almost imagined him having popcorn to munch on during this little movie I played for him in my head.
"Wow.", he almost gushed, "This is incredible. What a demented little mind you've got there, 317."
I was moving up and down, still trapped on the hot cock strapped to his leg as he kissed my breast, clutching at it in his fingernails.
"Thank you, Master.", I smiled, so glad that he was liking this. I know I was.
"Go on.", he licked my nipple and sucked it as I tried to refocus on the elevator.
I went on for a long time, telling in detail how Mr. Cullen came inside her then tied her into a different position, this time on her knees in front of him, the tie again used to bind her wrists over her head into the railing.
And how roughly he made her suck his cock, the panties out of her mouth now…
"Did he gag her with his cock ?", Master asked, almost like a kid listening to an exciting story.
"Oh yea…", I felt my body getting even hotter, riding on his leg cock…feeling my body sweating a little…
"He had no mercy on her…", I went on, "He made her so sloppy as the saliva dripped everywhere…it was all foamy and wet…and hot…and he wiped his hand over her mouth…and then rubbed it over her whole face…telling her what a pig she was…"
"FUCK !", Master moaned, moving his leg up and down now against me as he licked my other nipple now, pinching the other.
"Then, after that, he stood her up and turned her around, her wrists still in the silk tie, twisted now, as he spread her ass cheeks…and slowly he pushed his head into the tight, little hole…
She never had anyone fuck her in the ass before…and she screamed, "NOOOO !" , and howled as he took her…pushing himself all the way inside her as she writhed and bucked like a wild woman.
"I told you to be quiet.", he sneered at her, "Now you just lost a week's pay. Shut your mouth, bitch, before I gag you again."
Master had loved the story I told him. I was glad. I was so aroused now I couldn't think straight. I'd have been better telling it without being in this state.
Before too long, I was screaming and he was holding me and pulling me up and down by the chain around my neck…I begged to come.
"Yes, you may, slut.", he said right away. I had earned his favor !
"Thank you, Master, thank you…", I nearly wept from the sweetness of the permission I received.
I came so hard…I screamed so loud it echoed all around us. I felt like a naked animal that was humping her Master's leg…controlled by my leash…being used like a THING, not a person. I loved it !
"You are so…very welcome…", he said, watching me as I enjoyed my sweet release.
He allowed me a minute to calm myself afterwards…and he kissed my chest, right where the heart was.
"You tell one Hell of a story, 317.", he sounded impressed, kissing along my jaw, "You just may become a writer yet. I'd buy THAT book !"
"Thank you, Master.", my head was swimming. And I was still sitting upon the black cock.
"What happened, after the elevator doors opened ?", he wondered, wanting to know the ending. He was so cute, I fell even more in love with him.
"Oh…", I blinked, focusing, "Well, when the doors opened, Mr. Cullen was all dressed again and so was Miss Swan. Everything looked alright to the maintenance men who pried the doors open.
"Sorry, you two.", one of the men apologized, "Are you alright ?"
"Fine.", Mr. Cullen answered curtly, looking at his $500 watch, "Four hours in an elevator. This place will be hearing from my attorneys. Come, Miss Swan."
And Miss Swan blushed a bit, keeping her eyes down…and she silently followed her boss until they got outside the building. He caught her a cab and put her in it, but before he closed the door, he looked at her and said, with a very pleasant voice…
"See you at work tomorrow, Miss Swan."…and he slammed the car door. The End.", I finished.
His huge smile told me everything I needed to know. He liked it ! I felt so cool !
"Jesus Christ.", his eyes twinkled menacingly, "That was fucking perfect, 317. Great job! I should lock you in a box more often. In fact, I think I will."
"Thank you, Master.", I said sincerely, feeling teary eyed.
"Now, clean your mess, 317.", he said, his voice strict again.
I carefully stood up, removing myself off the cock. He held me so I wouldn't fall over.
I instinctively went down on my knees at his crotch….and he removed the strap holding the cock on his leg. He tossed it aside. I was glad I wouldn't have to lick THAT… and he watched me lick his leather pants again.
I was half out of it, panting for air as I licked…I didn't see or care what I was licking at the moment…I was just doing it.
"All down here, too.", he pointed out his leg where I had rubbed myself up and down it.
I wetly licked everything…glad to do it…not knowing my own name right now.
"This is a reward for you since you've done so well…", he said, "And because you've been such an apt pupil. I think you should write that story for your literature class this year."
WHAT ? I would pretend I didn't hear that.
He tapped on his leather cock with his finger and I licked the entire area…
"And because I loved your story so…", he finished…"You may ask me for it."
"May I please have your cock, Master ?", I asked sweetly.
"Ask again.", he gave a soft grin.
"May I please have your cock, Master ?", I repeated with even more love in my voice.
"You've been very good.", he touched my face, "So yes. It's yours."
He opened his pants and finally let that lovely erect cock out to play.
"Start here.", he put my mouth on his perfect balls and I wetly licked and sucked them with all the energy I had.
"Do you still smell the leather ?", he asked me.
"Yes, Master.", I said, my mouth going right back to work.
He had me lick him up and down over the shaft before allowing me to put him into my mouth.
"Let me see that mouth.", he said.
I looked up at him and opened it, sticking my tongue out.
"Good.", he said and placed his cock right inside it.
I moaned with gratitude and sucked him in savagely.
"That's right.", he said, "I want to hear you moan loudly when you suck my cock. I want to feel the appreciation coming out of you for such a gift."
And then the cane began to tap against my ass again.
This motivated me to go faster and moan louder.
"Tell me another story now.", he demanded.
With his cock in my mouth ? That would be tricky.
I began to speak with his cock in my mouth, saying, "There was this very rich man who lived in France…"
To him it probably sounded like gargled nonsense. I'm sure he understood it though.
I did have a whole other story ready to tell him…about the guy in France who Edward had sold me to in one of our games…I had fixed it so that when I got to France, in the box, Edward was the one opening it…he would be the son of the man who was older and bald who bought me. I was his son's present, for his birthday. I would have to tell Master this idea for a future game. It would be AWESOME !
When is Master's birthday ? He never told me !
He gave a little chuckle and said, "Never mind, I was kidding. Continue, you filthy slut."
Oh my God. Those words dig into me so deeply, like the sensations from the vibrator. Why does that turn me on so fucking much ? It's an insult, isn't it ? But it didn't sound that way from his lips…it was like an endearing nickname.
Every now and then he would tell me to take his entire cock into my mouth, into my throat.
"Hold it there.", he ordered as I did, cutting off my air as I gagged a bit…as he tapped me with that cane…then he allowed me air again and simply said, "Suck. Feel the cane…silently…only sucking sounds are what I want to hear now. Wet, loud sucking…"
"Good girl.", he praised me every time I did this correctly.
"You will love this cane someday.", he demanded quietly, "You'll CRAVE it. And beg me for it. I'll make sure of that."
He finally dropped the cane and grabbed my head with both hands…making me move up and down more feverishly on him as he groaned and made the sounds that told me he was enjoying it.
"When I take my cock out of your mouth, I want you to say something filthy to me.", he prompted.
I scrambled to think of something really vulgar…but when he took it out I could only think of one thing to say.
"I fucking LOVE sucking your BIG fucking cock Master. I LOVE choking on it. Please choke me with it…", I said as he moaned and put his cock back into my mouth, making my head move fast again…
He took it out of my mouth again and I said, "I LOVED cleaning your leather today, Master, with my dirty slave tongue…"
He groaned again, liking that and his cock was back in my mouth, moving faster as he let out a deeper moan.
The next time he took his cock out of my mouth, I said, "It made me really horny…to bite and lick your cock through your pants, Master. Thank you for letting me put my slutty, dirty mouth on your body."
"Oh my God.", he moaned as he put his cock back in and fucked my mouth.
I love making Master sound the way he was now…wanting me…loving what I was making him feel. Then I realized with all the great wicked things he says to make me hot…I could do the same to him…that made me feel like I just discovered a magic power. Instead of always saying, "Yes, Master.", I could say so much more. I would have to think about this and come up with more great stuff.
"Don't take it out of your mouth, 317.", he almost shouted, "I'll fucking hurt you if you do."
I kept sucking until he did shout out….and roared as he came inside my mouth, grabbing my hair.
"Swallow.", he almost begged as I did just that.
The burn of the venom stung my throat a bit as I kept swallowing.
He squinted at me a bit, as if he still didn't understand how I got so good at this. Or maybe, why HE loved my mouth so much more than all the others.
He laid my face down in his lap as he stroked my hair and cheek, lightly tapping it with affection.
Once he was collected, he smiled down at me.
"That's why I keep chasing after you.", he smirked.
"But I'm not done with you yet.", he said, not sounding angry at all.
"There are still many boots to clean.", he informed, "See those boots ?"
He pointed to the left and I looked. There were a few more pairs of his leather boots sitting there in a perfect row, dusty like the ones he wore earlier.
"Yes, Master."
"I want those all cleaned up.", he said with authority, "When I come back, I will tend to your body…then we'll continue our lessons."
Tending to my body…aftercare. Always a very big deal for a Dominant and submissive. He always took care of the marks, bruises, welts, and cuts he inflicted. It was part of his vow to me, he told me once, something any good Master would gladly do for his submissive. I loved the aftercare. She was so thorough and sweet to me during it, always, no matter what occurred before that. It was almost the moments where he would thank me for allowing him to dominate me, for trusting him.
"Yes, Master.", I knelt up straight as he stood up and fastened his pants, his cock tucked safely back inside, picking up his cane and giving it a little twirl as he walked out of the room, not looking back.
END OF CHAPTER 3