While Tohru grilled sandwiches, Hatsuharu played. Arms wrapped around Tohru's waist from behind, Hatsuharu whispered his intentions in her ear.
"First, I'm going to remove every stitch of clothing you have on," Hatsuharu elaborated, skimming his hands down the ribbing of the corset. "Then my tongue is going to start right about here," and he kissed her neck just under her left ear, "and slowly work my down," he breathed. Hatsuharu's fingers teasingly traced a path over Tohru's soft shoulders, outlining her collar bone as he continued to lightly kiss her neck. As Hatsuharu eased in closer, Tohru wormed her bottom into his groin.
"Hmmm, be careful my pet," Hatsuharu sighed, "or your midnight snack will have to wait."
Tohru giggled, and stretched across the counter, wiggling her rounded ass as she reached for the glasses. Hatsuharu's hands slipped to her hips, drawing her bottom snugly into his pelvis. Tohru playfully flexed her ass cheeks when she felt Hatsuharu's hard cock press against her. Hatsuharu reciprocated by grasping a breast in each hand, and giving her a couple of teasing thrust from behind.
"Master," Tohru exclaimed, pretending to be surprised. With a glass in each hand, Tohru turned in Hatsuharu's arms. "Would you put some ice in the glasses?" Tohru requested, and handed them to Hatsuharu.
'That should cool him off a little,' she thought.
A minute later, "Hatsuharu!" Tohru squealed, spinning around to protect her bare bottom.
"I just wanted to get my hands warm," Hatsuharu stated with an innocent grin. "Come on baby," he pleaded, trying to wedge his hands between the cabinet and Tohru's bottom.
"No," Tohru scolded, batting his hands aside. "Stick them in your pockets."
"You're refusing your Master?" Hatsuharu questioned, unamused by her refusal. Tohru halted, shocked. "Don't burn my food," Hatsuharu warned.
In a split second Tohru's blue eyes went from surprise to blazing anger, and Hatsuharu reacted just as quickly. Instantly Hatsuharu's quick, powerful hands grabbed her shoulders, jerking her to him. Tohru's head went down as she twisted in his grip, and Hatsuharu gave her a good shake. Then grabbing a handful of her brown curls, he forced her head back, making her look at him. As their eyes met, Hatsuharu's mouth covered hers. Forcing her lips open, his thrusting tongue explored the recesses of her mouth. Holding Tohru in place by the back of her head, Hatsuharu pushed the skillet off the burner.
Slowly inched backward, Tohru was pressed against the cabinet before Hatsuharu released his demanding kiss.
"My precious one has quite a temper," Hatsuharu noted, a flicker of amusement returning to his blue eyes. "Are the sandwiches done?" he asked, changing the subject.
Baffled by this unpredictable man, Tohru offered a slight shrug in answer to his question, and turned back to the stove. Hatsuharu looked over her shoulder as she turned the sandwiches, then kissed her cheek, gently swatted her bottom, and walked over to the table and sat down to wait.
Tohru brought their plates to the table, and sat down opposite Hatsuharu. Each ate in silence for several minutes.
Hatsuharu was the first to finally speak. "When you're finished eating, clean up the kitchen then carry one of the chairs from the formal dining room into the living room, and place it in the center of the rug in front of the fireplace." Tohru gave him a puzzled look, and nodded as she took another bite of her sandwich. Hatsuharu paused to take another bite also, then continued. "I want you to position yourself over the back of the chair, and wait for me."
"Why?" Tohru asked softly.
"Tohru, you are not to question me. Your feet are to be placed on the outside of the chair legs, and your hands placed palm down on the seat."
Tohru took another bite of her sandwich.
With her recent ordeal in the conference room utmost on her mind, Tohru's thoughts quickly sifted through conversations with Hatsuharu. She could hear his clear, concise words, as if they were being spoken this very minute.
"I use several methods of punishment," Hatsuharu's rich timbred voiced had echoed through the receiver, in answer to her question. "Often punishment will be administered in the living room, where I may be comfortable before and afterwards. You will be restrained either over the back of a chair, or spread eagle on the coffee table."
Tohru's eyes began to gleam over as she parted her trembling lips to take another bite of her sandwich. Hatsuharu frowned as watched her struggle to swallow, and also began reviewing topics they had discussed. Everything had pretty much been fine a few mintues ago, he thought. Now she's on the verge of tears. It only took a moment of mental searching for it to dawn on him what the problem was.
"Tohru," Hatsuharu said in a voice that seemed to come from a long way off, "you are not being punished."
A single, salty tear dropped from her blue eyes when she lifted her head.
"Then why?" she pleaded.
Hatsuharu swallowed the last bite of his sandwich, wiped his mouth, and stood up. "Just do as you are told," he replied. At the doorway Hatsuharu paused for a moment. "You are to reattached your nipple clips as soon as you are finished eating," he added without turning around.
Hatsuharu closed the door to his room and stretched out on the bed. Will she stay, he wondered, or will his desires for more than a physical relationship cause him to lose yet another. Her total submission to him is a must, but he has always believed security, trust, and love increased ones ability to give and receive pleasure from pain.
Kaguya's ways are quick and sure. The slaves crave the pain and fear their Mistress. But who does she have late into the night to hold and give comfort to?
Hatsuharu sighed deeply as he swung his feet to the floor. "Time will tell," he said aloud and began unbuttoning his shirt. After removing his vest and shirt, Hatsuharu decided to check on Tohru, and quietly opened his door. He stopped in the hall just out of sight, but at a place where he could see well into the living room. Tohru was just coming out of the kitchen. Hatsuharu could see the tiny silver chains dangling from her clipped breast, and smiled to himself.
Tohru looked at the heavy wooden chair, neatly in it's place under the elegant dining table, then glanced through the doorway to her destination. With a resigned sigh, she lifted the chair. Tohru dropped the chair as her hands darted for her breast. When she had flexed her muscles to lift the chair the sudden pain in her nipples was staggering.
Sure that she was going to remove the clips, Hatsuharu started for the dining room. Instead, Tohru massaged her breast for a moment, gritted her teeth, and reached for the chair again. Still out of sight, Hatsuharu stopped and watched his determined slave. Tohru quickly carried the chair several steps and set it down, massaged her breast to ease the pain, picked up the chair, and again carried it several quick steps. Finally, reaching the shag rug she expertly centered the chair in front of the fireplace. Then, to Hatsuharu's surprise, Tohru's fingers slipped between her legs and she felt the moistness of her pussy.
Slowly a smile found it's way through the mask of uncertainty as she gazed at the chair. "We did discuss other activities," Tohru muttered thoughtfully, and stepped to the back of the chair.
Hatsuharu's cock stiffened as he watched Tohru place her feet to the outside of the chair legs and bend herself over it's back. Three times she straightened up and bent herself back over the chair. And each time she got repositioned Tohru slipped her fingers between her legs, touching her soft, wet pussy. Next, she seemed to be testing the strength of the chair back by lifting her feet off the floor and wiggling herself about. Then she straightened up one more time, and slid two fingers deep into her dripping cunt.
"Oh my," Tohru breathed, and Hatsuharu knew he must make her stop before she caused herself to cum.
"Tohru," Hatsuharu's deep voice resounded. "I told you to position yourself over the chair, not play with yourself."
Tohru automatically pushed herself to a standing position as Hatsuharu approached.
"Bend over the back of the chair," Hatsuharu ordered sternly.
Tohru hesitated, staring at Hatsuharu's bare chest as he strode toward her. "Feet on the outside of the chair legs, and hands, palm down on the seat," Hatsuharu reminded, spreading Tohru's feet apart with his foot as he pressed her over the chair. Then Hatsuharu's open palm connected three times to Tohru's up turned bottom.
"Ooowww! Ooowww!" Tohru yipped, wiggling with each stinging smack.
"You are to remain in this position until I say otherwise," Hatsuharu ordered.
"Yes Master," Tohru answered quickly. "Thank you for reminding your slave."
Tohru's reply caused Hatsuharu's already stiff cock to throb impatiently. Applying another well placed smack to her pink bottom, Hatsuharu returned to his room.
Hatsuharu took his time changing his clothes. His planned attire for the rest of the evening was a specially made: a pair of leather pants that left his gentials and ass exposed for his taking of pleasure from his slave. He changed his boots to his favorite pair. He smiled to himself as he tugged them on, visualizing Tohru on her knees, kissing the ruby red eyes of the celestial cow engraved on the sides. Standing up, he stamped his foot into each boot, then picked his leather vest up off the bed and put it back on, liking the feel of the cool leather on his bare back and shoulders.
Tohru shifted her body forward, putting more of her weight on her hands. Tingling jolts of pain rippled through her nipples, causing more wetness in her crotch, and again her fingers wormed between her legs. As she lightly pinched her clit an odd twinge of guilt invaded her thoughts. A sensual voice inside her head whispered, "Tonight my pet, you will be mine," and Tohru released her clit.
"No master," Tohru breathed mischieviously, and touched her tongue to the tips of her wet fingers, "tonight, you will be mine."
Tohru had never heard Hatsuharu's voice sound so wonderfully carnal. Her thoughts reached back to the time Hatsuharu first told her, 'you must learn to listen to my voice, and respond accordingly. Whether it be stern, encouraging, ordering, soothing, or angry.' She had lost count of how many times Hatsuharu's rich timbred voice had asked, 'Tohru, are you listening to me.'
Tohru let her mind drift back, thinking about the effect Hatsuharu's tone of voice had on her. She felt a warm twinge every time his praising voice said, 'Good girl.' She knew how her pussy would suddenly clench when Hatsuharu's harsh voice questioned, 'What did I just say.' His sharp demanding tone, 'Do as you are told,' always triggered her rebellious side. She smiled to herself as she reflected on that encouraging drawl of his, 'Tohruuu... talk to me.' She always found the words then to tell him her feelings.
Tonight, through his expressive blue eyes she had matched all those tones to his moods; even that wonderfully carnal look.
But there was one voice attached to a few simple words, that she still hadn't heard. That look in his eyes, that she had yet to see. She thought she caught a glimpse of it when they sat through that one green light, she thought she heard just the faintest tone in his voice when he said, 'You were never in any danger.' But when his anger gave way, it was replaced with merely his statement. Or did she truly catch a flicker in his eye of the one feeling she so desperately wanted.
Tohru shifted her weight again, the nipple clips pinched, the chains attached to the inch wide collar around her neck tinkled softly, and she suddenly remembered her gift.
Hatsuharu had finished dressing. With erotic anticipation he looked over the selection of vibrators, restraints, paddles, and creative toys he had stored in his armoire. First, he chose single velcro wrist and ankle cuffs, and gave each silver D ring a tug to insure it's strength. A strap on clit stimulator with 3 settings, brought a smile to his face as he picked it up. Next, he selected two butt plugs. The second of which was larger and it whirred madly in his hand when he flipped on the switch. As he reached for his last item, a small square, velvet box caught his eye.
Holding the box in his left hand, he lifted the hinged top. Coiled inside was a light weight, very well made silver chain, a leather loop was attached to one end. Hatsuharu set the box down, and removed the mysterious gift. He let the delicate chain slip through his fingers, catching the loop in his hand. Inscribed on the hand tooled leather in bold letters was-MASTER. As his fingers traced the lettering he felt a roughness on the underside of the strap and turned the loop inside out. On the inside, burned on with an engraving iron was written-Led gently from the Heart. Hatsuharu unconsciously fondled the soft leather as he read and re-read the inscription, the chain jingling every time he turned the loop. Hatsuharu's mind finally registered the sound and his eyes drifted down to the other end of the chain. Dangling on that end was a small silver heart. Hatsuharu pulled the chain across his palm, catching the heart as it slipped into his hand. Stamped in block lettering and colored with sapphire blue dye was-SLAVE.
A wide smile flashed across Hatsuharu's face as he grasped the heart tightly in his fist. "She is amazing," he chuckled to himself, "unpredictable, and absolutely amazing."
Depositing the newly acquired leash into his vest pocket, Hatsuharu quickly gathered the articles he had laid on his dresser, and turned toward the door. Remembering his last item, he turned back and selected a braided riding crop. Quietly entering the living room, he observed Tohru again repositioning her weight over the back of the chair.
"Are you uncomfortable, my pet," Hatsuharu asked, setting each individual item, one at a time, on the coffee table in front of Tohru.
"I am as comfortable as I suppose my Master wishes me to be," Tohru mumbled.
"Excuse me?" Hatsuharu questioned, moving to stand directly in front of Tohru's chair. Tohru's eyes instantly fixed on Hatsuharu's naked manhood.
"Aaahh... No Master," Tohru stuttered, "I am... aaah... quite comfortable."
Hatsuharu reached into his vest pocket and pulled out the leash, allowing it to dangle about, touching his stiff cock. Tohru jerked to her feet.
"I didn't say you could move," Hatsuharu snapped, and Tohru's mouth dropped open. "Down," he ordered.
"Hatsuharu!" Tohru yelped, every goregous curve of her body reflecting her defiance.
Hatsuharu yanked the chair from between them, but Tohru didn't even flinch. Toe to toe she stood up to him, unblinking, her breath coming in short angry huffs. Suddenly she grabbed the chair, tugging it back in front of her.
"YES, MASTER!" she submitted loudly, and bent herself back over the chair.
Hatsuharu watched, very much amused, as she struggled to get repositioned. Knowing the nipple clips had to be aggravating her present state of mind, he reached over and removed them. Tohru's knuckles turned white as she clutched the cushion over her mouth, muffling whatever obscenities she was verbalizing. Hatsuharu waited for her wiggling and whimpering to subside. Then brushing her hair aside he attached the silver leash to her collar. Draping the chain down her back, he stroked her sun tanned skin with the soft leather
"Tohru are you listening to me?" Hatsuharu's deep masculine voice questioned.
"Yes Master," Tohru sighed dejectedly, "I am listening."
"Good girl," he praised, and gave the leash a gentle tug. "Stand up and face me."
Tohru pushed herself upright, and compliantly turned toward Hatsuharu; but stubbornly kept her chin tucked against her chest. Hatsuharu rolled his eyes skyward, then with the leather loop he tapped Tohru's chin. Childishly she pulled away but his finger and thumb caught hold of her jaw. Hatsuharu forced her head up with one hand, and while the other still held tightly to the leash, he grasped the back of her head, drawing her into a surprisingly gentle kiss. Surrendering, Tohru melted into his arms.
"Thank you," he whispered between feathery kisses, gently stroking her head. "It's an exceptional gift." Then he moved her to arms length, and his blue eyes narrowed. "When did you go into my room?"
"I didn't," Tohru responded, "Rin did. I told her what I had bought for you, and my worry over how to surprise you. She offered to help."
"Hummm," Hatsuharu mumbled to himself, "Rin."
"Kiss me again, please Master," Tohru whispered, easing up against him as her slender fingers stroked the shaft of his penis.
Again locked in a kiss, Hatsuharu's hands seized Tohru's firm, round ass, drawing her into the warm contours of his body. Tohru easily lifted her legs, wrapping them around his back, and her hands maneuvered his cock into her waiting pussy.
"Mmmmm," Hatsuharu moaned softly as he pentrated the warm softness he had so long waited for. "You feel so good," he breathed, and Tohru wiggled teasingly.
Tohru slowly curled her fingers through his white and black hair. Her blue eyes sparkled as she gazed at him from her slightly elevated position, and she pressed her open lips to his.
Hatsuharu moved them carefully to the coffee table and lowered himself to sit on the edge. Without releasing their kiss he shifted Tohru into a more comfortable position on his lap. Tohru gently rocked back and forth on Hatsuharu's hard cock, her thigh high, six inch booted heels tapping lightly on the wood of the coffee table. Hatsuharu caressed the length of her back, his fingers stopping on the bow of the corset lacing. Tohru felt the corset begin to loosen and moved her mouth from his. Hatsuharu's hand moved to the mass of brown curls at the back of Tohru's head, urging her to return to his waiting lips. Soon the corset fell away, and Hatsuharu cupped each of Tohru's breast in his hands, his fingers toying gently with her sensitive swollen nipples.
"Tender?" he whispered.
"Uh huh," Tohru mumbled as her lips touched the outer edges of his ear, and Hatsuharu pinched both of them at the same time.
"Oooowwww... Hatsuharu!" Tohru yelped, her hands darting for her breast. Hatsuharu's quick reflexes intercepted her movements, and her fingers gripped his biceps as she squirmed on his lap.
A full minute later, Tohru began to settle back into a rhythmic rocking motion, and Hatsuharu reached behind himself and picked up the clit stimulator.
"Lift up a little," Hatsuharu instructed, straightening the thigh straps. "Whoa," he laughed as his cock was freed from her pussy. "Not off. Up."
Tohru giggled, bent down and kissed the head of his penis, then wiggled down over it, stopping just an inch from Hatsuharu's lap.
"What is that?" Tohru asked, watching as Hatsuharu adjusted straps, wires and controls. Without answering, Hatsuharu nestled the rubber phullus' against Tohru's clit, spreading the shaven folds of her pussy lips with his fingers. Although she enjoyed the touch of his fingers, Tohru lifted herself higher.
"Aaaaa, back down," Hatsuharu insisted nudging her downward with his forearms against the top of her thighs. "It's a clit stimulator, and you'll find out how it works in just a minute."
Expertly Hatsuharu slipped each strap around Tohru's upper thighs, and buckled them place, pulling the slack out, so his toy would remain secure.
"Now, kiss me," Hatsuharu chuckled as he grasped Tohru's hips. Drawing her snugly into his pelvis, Hatsuharu shifted his bare buttocks on the hard surface of the coffee table. "This is killing my ass," he grumbled with a painful scowl.
"Poor baby," Tohru sympathized, wetting her lips as they descended to meet his.
Hatsuharu flipped on the switch to the stimulator. Tohru's eyes widen, her thighs tightened, and Hatsuharu caught her hands as she grabbed for her pussy. The limpness in Hatsuharu's cock, brought on while attaching his toy to Tohru, quickly vanished as Tohru wormed about on his lap.
With Tohru's tight, wet pussy wiggling around, and the steady hum of the clit stimulator pressed against his pelvis, Hatsuharu felt the beginnings of that familiar sensation. In hopes of suppressing the inevitably, yet still actively playing tongue tag, Hatsuharu's hands searched the coffee table for his next surprise. With toy in hand, he secretly lubricated the smaller of the butt plugs behind Tohru's back. Again urging her upward, he spread the cheeks of her ass with the fingers and thumb of one hand; positioning the probe near her rear opening with the other.
"Down," he breathed between kisses, and Tohru lowered herself.
When the tip of the plug touched her tight hole, she bolted upward; removing Hatsuharu's cock from her pussy.
"Down!" Hatsuharu snapped, and grasped her hips, roughly tugging her back in place on his cock.
"No!" Tohru protested, struggling to keep herself lifted above the butt plug.
Hatsuharu's open palm smacked loudly as it connected full force to the back of Tohru's thigh. "Down!" he ordered, and Tohru's rounded eyes fixed on his. "Tohru, do as you are told."
Cautiously Tohru lowered her bottom, until her rear opening again touched the tip of the butt plug. Then pressing her lips tightly to Hatsuharu's, she allowed the object to slowly enter her body from behind.
Hatsuharu's fingers firmly kneaded the areas on the inside of Tohru's asscheeks, helping her tensed muscle to relax and accept the entire length of the plug. As the last of the probe eased into place, Tohru's hole squeezed around it's narrow base holding it securely inside her.
"Are you okay?" Hatsuharu whispered, still holding her filled, round ass in his hands.
Tohru wrinkled her nose at him, then clenched her pussy muscles as tight as she possibly could.
"Aaaahh," Hatsuharu groaned, and his hands reached for her hips.
This time Tohru was to fast for him, and caught hold of his wrist, pushing them away and down. Then rocking her body forward, she caused Hatsuharu to force his pelvis up to stay in contact with her pussy.
"Oh Kami," Tohru gasped as Hatsuharu began to thrust upward into her. "Hatsuharu," she cried, as her elbows buckled and he grabbed her waist pulling her back down.
Tohru managed to get the heels of her boots hooked over the edge of the table on either side of Hatsuharu, giving her excellent leverage. Hatsuharu's hands steadied her as she rhythmically bounced above him. He could feel the plug in her ass everytime she drove her pussy down, then she'd tilt her pelvis forward, tighten every blessed muscles, and lift.
For Tohru the movement, along with the stimulators quickly brought on that delighful involuntary tremor that starts in her thighs and works inward. The uncontrollable clenching of Tohru's pussy sent Hatsuharu over the top. Clutching Tohru's hips, Hatsuharu pulled her tight against himself as his cock pumped his cum deep into her body.
In pleasant exhaustion, Hatsuharu leaned back, resting his elbows on the hard surface of the coffee table. Tohru collasped on top of him, being careful not to let his softening cock slip free.
"Would you please turn this off," she giggled, rubbing the buzzing clit stimulator against him.
"Nope," Hatsuharu replied with a devilish grin. "I'm satisfied for now, but you're not though yet. Your torturous night has just begun."