Without waiting for her to respond, he pulled the latex up under her chin, pulling the hood over her face and head. Grasping the zipper at the top of her head, he gradually worked it down, ensuring to tuck all of her hair in whilst he was doing so. She could feel the latex encasing her head, enveloping her like a second skin, the translucent latex over her face bubbling out, barely touching her.
Realizing she had been holding her breath, she took a deep breath and immediately the latex pulled in tightly over her face and she felt like she was suffocating. As he had warned, she could see through the latex but everything was unclear and distorted. As she tried to draw more breath, the latex pulled harder against her face. She could hear air moving through the hood and she realized she was getting some of it, however, it was severely restricted. His fingers gently touched her cheeks and he slid them back around the side of her head.
“Don’t worry. Just relax. You will be able to get sufficient air, but you will need to closely regulate how you breathe.”
The feeling of his fingers over the latex provided her with a sensation she had not experienced before and she loved the feel of it. The latex was like a second skin, and it transmitted his touch in a way that she would have found difficult to describe.
She exhaled and the front of the hood expanded off her face and again she could feel the restriction of the escape of her breath. As she drew another breath, it pulled in tightly over her face once again. The sound of the air being drawn in and out was ragged at first as she nervously worked out what was required. She could see him looking down into her face and although she did not know it, he was watching her closely for any signs of panic which she was desperately trying not to do.
Putting his hand down over her vulva, he began a gentle rocking motion while he continued to gaze upon her. Gradually, her breathing became more regular while at the same time her pussy became wetter. With each breath the face piece inflated then deflated and as the sound of her breathing became more rhythmic, Natalie felt herself drifting off into a strange place where she felt safe and relaxed. She found herself enjoying the range of sensations she was experiencing, despite her surreal view of her world. To her it was becoming like an out of body experience…as if she was floating on the ceiling and looking down at this twisted and perverted scene unfolding below.
Sir James disappeared from view and she realized he was back between her legs despite the fact that she could still not see him. Shortly, she felt the unmistakable feeling of a tongue upon her labia. She gasped, briefly upsetting her rhythm as he took one of her labia lips into his mouth and applied a steady suction to it. Eventually, he released it and she felt his lips clamp over her other lip and repeat the process.
A pleasant, “Ooooohhhh,” came from her mouth and she was surprised by the distorted sound it made coming back through the latex that was clamping her ears. It sounded to her like she was in a tunnel, and strangely that is a little like she felt over her whole body. Then his mouth covered her clitoris and the suction was applied there. He kept sucking there for quite some time, intent on making her clitoris more sensitive.
“Ooooooooohhhhhhh, yessssssssss,” came this strangely detached voice from down the tunnel before she inhaled again and the latex was drawn back across her face. Her view of the world was reflecting her feelings at the moment, of unreality, but also of increasing arousal. Whilst the suction over her clit continued, she felt something entering her and begin to slowly fuck her.
“Oh… oh… oh,” was the slightly higher pitched response before the latex was sucked back against her face once again. Sir James was using his finger to fuck her while he continued with her clit. Eventually removing his mouth, the heel of his hand came down upon her vulva and rocked it as his finger continued to move in and out. She gasped as his hand pressed against her, her labia and clitoris very sensitive to the touch. She could feel her climax building and she began thrusting to meet the movement of his hand. He in turn could feel the wetness of her highly aroused pussy increasing.
“Ooooohhhhhh, oh God. Oh yes… don’t stop,” came the detached sound, followed by the noise of the air being sucked in through its restricted opening.
Reading her perfectly and just before she reached the point of no return, Sir James removed his hand and stood up. Leaning down over her, he pulled the latex down firmly against her face, gazing into her eyes. She could feel what she assumed was his hard cock pushing against her pussy, sitting lengthwise along her labia lips. As she stared back at him, breathing shallowly through the restrictive latex, the scene was surreal for her with his face and voice slightly distorted. He said, “Not yet my little sex slave. You have not yet earned the right to come.”
As she took in what he had said, she focused on the word ‘slave’ and reflected on her current position. He was using her and treating her like a sex slave at the moment and she was reveling in the experience, as scary as it was in many respects. He was playing with her… toying with her… fucking with her mind. She wondered what he was going to do next.
“I am going to leave some reminders across your butt to remind you of your place in my presence. Three strokes of the cane should do it nicely.”
As he was saying it, he was thrusting against her gently but firmly, the head of his cock sliding back and forth over her clitoris. She looked up at him in both fear and awe, her eyes open wide as she replied softly in her slightly distant and distorted voice, “Yes, Sir… Master.” He smiled.
Natalie felt the pressure of his body against hers as he continued to gaze into her eyes through the translucent latex of her breathing restriction hood. His hard cock was still stimulating her but not sufficiently to bring her back to the boil. Since she had been under his control this evening he had brought her close to orgasm a couple of times, playing her like a musical instrument, controlling her in every way.
She was going insane with desire and if she had her freedom, she was sure she would attack him and mount him with unmitigated animalistic lust. As it was, she was not in a position to do this and she remained at his mercy, having been warned that she was to receive three strokes of the cane before they were finished. As she looked at his slightly distorted face, and listened to the air hissing through the breathing restriction holes of the re-breather hood, she was craving to be taken by him, to be used and abused in any way he saw fit. She wanted to hurt for him… to please him in any debauched way he desired.
He released the hood and she quickly took a couple of quick breaths, the latex face piece expanding and collapsing back against her face. As she took her next breath, his hands came back down against the latex, holding it and reducing her ability to breathe to a minimum. She was staring at him, wide eyed. His eyes were meeting her gaze impassively while still exuding the raw power he had over her.
She felt his cock slide down her labia and push against the entrance to her vaginal canal. He continued to gaze into her eyes as the head of his cock parted her entrance. She tried to thrust against him in a desperate attempt to impale herself upon him. His expression never altered as he deftly moved back to prevent her from getting her way. She could not hide her annoyance and disappointment. She grunted in frustration as she made one final attempt, eliciting a trace of a smile from him.
She then felt his cock withdraw and was alarmed to feel it resting against her sphincter. Her breathing rate increased… anticipating… Oh God! Is this going to hurt?
“Ahhh yes, slave Natalie. It is now wet and well lubricated. The lubrication has come from your lust filled pussy. It has just dribbled down… inviting me… taunting me and daring me to make use of it. Should I now use that to take you on a Greek adventure?”
She couldn’t respond. Her mind was sending out totally contrary messages and she had no idea what was real. He released the mask once again. She felt him pressing a little harder and her outer sphincter muscle was beginning to yield. Her expression changed to that of concern as she realized she could not stop him from taking her anally if that was h
is desire and intention. She was breathing rapidly. She was tormented. She was not ready for this sort of assault although something deep inside her was saying, yes, take me that way. I need you to take me in every way possible. I need to be used by you.
“Why are you not thrusting at me now, my dear?” He was mocking her.
Pulling the latex against her face once again, he could see the trepidation bordering on fear in her eyes before she felt him withdraw as he continued to gaze into her eyes.
“No. That will be a special treat for some time in the future. The near future.”
He released the latex once again and his cock returned to her labia, again sliding slowly up and down the well lubricated channel, teasing her engorged clitoris further with every stroke. He brought his face down beside her head.
“When you come, I am going to cane you. You know that, Natalie.”
As he said it, he increased the pressure and speed of his motion. Natalie was torn, shaking her head in a desperate attempt to get some level of control back. He was pushing her to orgasm and she knew she could not stop him, but she feared the cane.
“Do you want me to stop, Natalie?”
He stopped moving. She squealed.
“Oohhh… Yes… No… Oh fuck.” She was trying to thrust and grind herself against him, groaning with the effort. He released the latex. Again she sucked in a number of quick breaths.
“You don’t know what you want. Do you, Natalie?”
Her head was still shaking, her eyes open wide as she followed his every move.
“Noooooooo… Yes… I want you to … Ohhhhh… M… Master... please.”
Now it was Sir James’ turn to thrust. Keeping his cock in position, he increased the power of his thrusts. Natalie could feel every vein… every contour of his cock as it moved up and down her labia, even through the ultra-thin condom he was wearing. Each time the head hit her clitoris she squealed. He grasped her nipples and rolled them firmly between his thumbs and forefingers and that was enough. She closed her eyes and she could hear the voice in the tunnel, initially not even realizing it was her own.
“Arrrgghhhh… Yes… Yes… Oh fuck.” The first wave hit her and she thought she was going to pass out. Shortly after, the next wave hit… then the next. As each wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over her, she would open her eyes to see Sir James peering down upon her, the incessant grinding of his cock continuing, and it would set off the next wave.
“Eeeaaaggggghhhh… I can’t stop… it’s coming again… oh my God!”
He kept going, allowing a number of waves to wash over her before he stood back. He grasped a cane from the table beside him and lashed her butt with the first stroke. Not giving her time to respond, he quickly followed with the remaining two. As the second stroke hit, a large spurt of clear fluid sprayed from between Natalie’s legs. As the pain was breaking through, she screamed and bucked as he moved back between her legs and thrust his cock deeply into her pulsating pussy.
By this stage, she was responding to the burning pain of the cane strokes, but as she bucked in pain, his cock was deep inside her and every move she made only served to enhance the feelings. It was literally a case of the agony and the ecstasy as his cock brushed her engorged G-spot and sent her over the top again. While her body was responding of its own volition, she was getting weaker by the second. All this activity had exhausted her and before long, her movements all but ceased.
She was gasping for breath, the latex hood billowing out from her face before being sucked back in again. Sir James reached over her, holding his cock deep inside her and undid her hood, quickly removing it from her face. Natalie’s eyes were closed and she instantly burst into tears. Great big sobs racked her body as Sir James reached up, releasing one wrist and then the other. Natalie tried to hold him, but her arms fell limply by her sides. “Oh, Master,” she kept repeating between sobs. “Oh, Master.”
Sir James slipped his arm around her and hugged her almost limp body. His head was beside hers.
“Slave Natalie, you did so well to deal with everything I have done to you tonight. I am so proud of you.”
Still sobbing, Natalie tried to respond. “Oh, Master. What have you done to me? I have never felt like this in my life. Oh my God! Oh, Master.” Her voice was fading and losing coherency.
“Just relax my darling. Enjoy the ride,” he whispered in her ear.
Although she was still sobbing, she had a smile upon her face. It wasn’t long before the sobbing ceased and she found the strength to wrap her arms around Sir James. Her legs were still held in the cuffs, high up on the chains supporting her sling.
He stood, breaking their embrace. “Slave Natalie, I am going to release your legs and we will move to the bed for you to recover.”
Without waiting for her to respond, he removed her ankles from the cuffs and as her legs slowly fell towards the floor, he lifted her up and out of the sling. He was supporting most of her weight as he half carried her over to the bed, laying her down before he pulled a blanket over both of them as he lay down and embraced her. Her hair was in disarray and she had the classic freshly fucked look about her. She neither knew nor cared. All she knew was that her Master was keeping her warm as she came floating down from wherever her brain was at that point.
She had no idea how long they had been lying there before Sir James’ voice broke through the fog of her brain.
“Earth calling Natalie. Earth calling Natalie. Are you with me?”
A dreamy smile came over her face as she opened her eyes. Her mind was still not working properly, but she felt Sir James slip out from under the covers and rise. He was moving around the dungeon tidying up and then he was standing, looking down upon her.
“I am going out to arrange some refreshments. When you feel ready, I would be honored if you would join me. Do not hurry.”
She watched him disappear as thoughts of the past couple of hours began solidifying in her mind. She could not believe the feelings that had coursed through her over the period. She had never been so totally controlled but at the same time treated in such a wonderful way. The terms Master and slave kept coming to the forefront of her thoughts. Why did she address him as Master, not once but a number of times? Was that why he addressed her as slave? Did he see her as his slave? Did she see herself as his slave? What is a slave? Was she his sex slave? What does it all mean?
She knew she would have to get up and go out to sit with him and discuss some of these issues to try and work out where all this was going to go. Would he take advantage of her in this state? She trusted him to behave as a gentleman, a totally dominant and controlling and incredibly sexy gentleman, but a gentleman nonetheless.
Covering herself with a robe, she gingerly made her way out to the living room, stopping off in the bathroom to freshen up and inspect her butt. When she bent over to peer back upon it, she was shocked. The whole region was a dark red and there were three clear stripes across both cheeks, equally spaced, the welts still raised. Reaching back to feel them, she realized how tender she was and knew intuitively that this would only get worse. Nonetheless, she was fascinated as well as proud to have her first real marks.
She would wear these marks like a badge of honor.
She looked at her reflection, and realized she looked like a train wreck although considering what she had just gone through, she felt it was totally understandable. On entering the living room, she realized it was totally the opposite of how Sir James looked. He was as fresh as a button in a silk gown and looking like he had just come from a model’s photo shoot.
“Welcome back to the land of the living. Please come and join me.”
He stood and showed Natalie to the seat beside his and she was pleased to see that the pillow was still sitting as she had left it earlier. She sat down gingerly and winced as she was reminded of what had gone before. There was a fresh glass of chilled wine sitting on the table with some finger food. Sir James raised his glass, waiting for Natalie to reciprocate.
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“To submission… and to those who embrace it.”
They drank a toast and then Natalie ate some of the finger food, grateful for what was on offer. Once again he knows exactly what I need, she thought to herself. There was a period of silence and Natalie knew that a discussion needed to take place. Finally, Sir James broke the silence.
“Natalie, I am going to unlock the collar before you leave here to…”
“But, Sir… no… Master,” she interrupted him, pleading.
“While I appreciate you may not want me to do it, I intend to nonetheless. You are always at liberty to lock it back in place, should that be your desire, but I cannot impose that upon you. There is a lot you need to consider before you accept my collar, and I should add that this one is only a training collar. Should you eventually accept my permanent collar, you will not have a choice about whether it is removed or not. It will be with you permanently.”
As much as Natalie wanted it, the thought of being permanently collared to anyone made her gulp.
“You need to seek counsel from others to see if this is for you. I know you have your close friend and confidante, Lady Jo-Anne, to discuss it with. Please do so. She has been in the scene for a long time, has slaves of her own and will be able to provide you with sound advice. Be aware that you will not necessarily be the only one who wears my collar. I do not have a collared slave at the moment and if you choose to go down that path, you will be the only one who will share my direct intimacy. I will restrict my play with other slaves. In fact, you may well be there to watch, either as my assistant or as a helpless voyeur, but it will only be you who receives my seed.”
As disappointed as his little speech made her, deep down inside her, Natalie knew that what he was saying was right. Naturally, she would discuss it with Jo-Anne when she got the chance.
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