Her Master's Kiss

by Sparx, Vivien

  Then Stefan gentled his mouth, lapping at the folds of her and swirling his tongue against her sensitized nub until the sensation was more than she could bare.

  She clenched her teeth and tried to move her hips away for a second of respite but Stefan held her down with his hands, forcing her submission – forcing her to endure the exquisite intense primal ecstasy.

  The intense power building low in her belly was like nothing Renee had ever experienced. It was like being on fire – every inch of her body ablaze. She twisted hard against Stefan’s mouth and the heat within her spiked furnace-hot.

  She tried to cry out – she tried to plead for release; knowing she would be punished but knowing also she could not resist the shimmering waves of fire and light that were beginning to spark behind her eyes. But the only sound she could make was a long, deep moan.

  Her body was so tight and taut she felt on the verge of shattering apart. Her breathing came in ragged, short gasps. The tension was unbearable.

  “Please…” Renee did not know what she was pleading for. All she knew was that Stefan’s mouth and tongue were driving her to an erotic upheaval that was on the brink of spiraling out of control.

  “Deny yourself!” Stefan hissed.

  Her vision started to darken. “I can’t!” she sobbed.

  “You must.”

  “I can’t. I….can’t!”

  Then it was too late.

  Suddenly everything was incinerated in a blinding light so intense, so overwhelming, that it was almost painful. Renee felt her body reel and thrash, her legs kicking, her hips rising high off the bed. She felt her wrists painfully pulling against the silken bonds of her restraints. In an instant the oblivion of her orgasm consumed her.

  Afterwards she lay on the bed dazed and shocked as her breath sawed in her lungs and her whole body shuddered through rippling tremors. She didn’t want to come back from where she drifted because she knew all that awaited her was her shame and his disapproval – and the punishment for her body betraying her will.

  “Shower and get dressed,” Stefan’s voice sounded hollow in her ears, cutting through the haze and forcing her back down to earth. She felt him tugging at the silk scarves around her wrists. “Meet me in the living room in thirty minutes.”

  Two.

  “Defiance has consequences,” Stefan said and his tone was as icy as an Arctic gale. “You disobeyed my instructions, and you disappointed me.”

  “I know. I’m sorry,” Renee said, meaning it.

  Since leaving the bedroom the edge had gone from Stefan’s anger, but he had no intention of letting Renee know that.

  “We had dinner plans this evening – your reward for three months of submission,” Stefan began. “My first thought was to take that privilege away from you as a consequence, Renee.”

  She was standing in the middle of the living room floor with her legs spread, her hands behind her back and her head bowed, wearing just red panties and bra. But at the mention of the promised dinner Renee had so been looking forward to, she looked up at him sharply, horrified.

  “Please…” she pleaded. “Not that.”

  Stefan’s face was grim. “No,” he said. “Not that. I will not deny you that reward for the effort you have made. The punishment should be directly as a result of your actions in the bedroom. But be warned – in the future, everything you earn as a reward can be taken from you for even a single moment of disobedience. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” Renee said, her relief sounding in her voice. It didn’t matter what her punishment was now, all that mattered was she was still going to dinner that night.

  “Come here,” Stefan pointed at his feet. “Position Two.”

  Renee knelt on the floor at Stefan’s feet, spreading her knees on the soft carpet and then leaning forward until her cheek was resting on the ground. She clasped her hands behind her back and waited.

  Stefan stepped behind her and got on one knee. He pulled her panties down until they were bunched between her spread thighs, revealing the taut cheeks of her bottom.

  “Six,” Stefan decided.

  Renee closed her eyes and held her breath, feeling herself tense instinctively. She knew what was about to happen. Stefan stared down at her body, vulnerable and exposed, and was momentarily distracted by the perfectness of her figure. He traced a line down between her spread legs and gently rubbed the palm of his hand against her sex. Renee moaned softly as a rush of molten heat moistened Stefan’s hand. She rocked her hips against his palm and he had to clamp down on the physical urge that lurched low in the pit of his stomach.

  He pulled his hand away and then raised it high over her bottom.

  “Never disobey me,” he said – and landed the first slap hard on the fleshy part of Renee’s right cheek. The sound was like a gunshot in Renee’s ears, and the sting that came a split-second later made her flinch.

  “That’s one,” Stefan said calmly. Renee’s skin felt like it was on fire. Then he landed the second slap on the left cheek of her bottom. This one didn’t seem to connect so perfectly. The sting was still intense, but she was prepared now. She bit her lip and kept her eyes screwed shut.

  “That’s two,” Stefan said. He rubbed her bottom with gentle circling sweeps of his hand, taking the burn from his blows and seeming to spread it so that Renee felt heat down the backs of her thighs.

  Stefan landed four more stinging blows, alternating between the inflamed reddened cheeks of Renee’s bottom until the punishment had been completed. There was a mist of tears in Renee’s eyes but she blinked them away.

  “You can stand now,” Stefan said.

  Renee got to her feet and pulled her panties back up gently over her tender bottom.

  “Do you have anything to say?”

  “I’m sorry. Thank you for correcting my behavior,” she said dutifully.

  “You escaped lightly,” Stefan said.

  “I know.”

  “Don’t disappoint me again.”

  “I won’t,” she said earnestly. “I promise.”

  Stefan sighed and glanced at the clock on the wall. “Very well,” he said. “Our reservation at the restaurant is for 8pm. Go and get dressed.”

  Three.

  Renee could not remember ever feeling quite so excited. She applied the finishing touches to her makeup and stepped back to inspect her reflection in the bathroom mirror.

  In the three months since moving in with Stefan, this was the first time he had taken her out – and she had worked hard to earn the privilege. Her training as his submissive had been a relentless process; a lifestyle that she had taken to with enthusiasm and dedication.

  She made a final turn in front of the mirror and sighed. It was the best she could do. She snatched her purse off the vanity just as she heard the clock in the living room begin to chime.

  Renee appeared in the doorway dressed in dark blue silk, woven so finely that it seemed to float about her body with every movement, and as she stood there – waiting hopefully for his approval – the light from the bathroom struck through the sheer fabric, putting the long slender lines of her legs into silhouette. Stefan caught the shadowy shape made by the press of her firm pointed breasts beneath the plunging neckline and the faintest suggestion of her nipples.

  Her hair was elegantly piled on top of her head; just a few stray curling tendrils wisping down past her ears, and her makeup had been so skillfully applied to emphasize the size of her eyes and the fine bone structure of her cheeks that it appeared as though she wore no cosmetics at all. She smiled, her teeth perfect and white against the lightly tanned skin of her face and across her bare shoulders and arms.

  Stefan was waiting in the living room wearing a charcoal three-piece suit. His hands were behind his back and he turned, broad-shouldered and darkly handsome.

  Renee stood nervously, and Stefan took a small, astonished step backwards as his breath hitched in his throat and he found it impossible not to stare.

  “Stunning,” he
said, his voice almost hushed as his eyes drank in the graceful beauty of her. “You look like Cinderella.”

  Renee felt her heart flutter as she basked in the warm glow of her Master’s approval. She stood a little taller and her face lit up in a delighted smile.

  Stefan held out one hand to her and she came to him. “But there is something missing…” Stefan said slowly.

  Renee’s eyes widened. She looked down at herself in confusion. “I… I don’t think…”

  From behind his back, Stefan produced a small jewelry box and handed it to Renee.

  “Do not get too excited,” he said gently.

  Renee accepted the box and lifted the lid. Set inside, on a layer of red satin, was a stunning diamond bracelet. Renee felt a rush of tears fill her eyes. Reverently she reached into the box and held the bracelet up. A small diamond and white-gold heart-shaped locket glittered and sparkled in the light.

  “For me?” Renee asked in a whisper of disbelief.

  “For tonight… and when you earn the privilege,” Stefan nodded. He took the bracelet and fastened it around Renee’s wrist. She shuddered deliciously.

  “It is your conch,” Stefan said.

  Renee’s brow indented in confusion. “My what?”

  Stefan sighed. “Haven’t you ever heard of William Golding?”

  “No.”

  “Back in the 1950’s an author by the name of William Golding wrote a novel called ‘Lord of the Flies’. It was a story about a group of British boys abandoned on an island. Didn’t you learn this at school?”

  She shook her head, mystified. This made no sense.

  “In the story, the boys found a large shell, called a conch,” Stefan continued. “They decided that whoever held the conch was the person who had the right to speak at their meetings. In other words, the conch became a symbol of democracy, and the right to voice their opinion. This bracelet is your conch.”

  Renee was still frowning. The significance of his gift was lost on her. Stefan took her hand in his and looked into her eyes.

  “Whenever you wear this bracelet, Renee, you have the right to voice your opinion,” he said patiently. “With this bracelet on, our relationship is not Master and submissive, it is man and woman. That means you can say what you think, and ask what you want without restriction.”

  The dawning realization of what Stefan was offering her suddenly set Renee’s heart racing, and his words echoed like a love song in her ears.

  “A relationship as man and woman…”

  “And it’s mine for tonight?” she asked tentatively.

  “All night,” Stefan agreed. “And for thirty minutes every day – unless you lose the privilege as punishment.”

  Impulsively, overcome by her excitement, Renee threw her arms around Stefan’s neck and buried her head in his shoulder. “Thank you,” she breathed. “You’re the best Master in the world. I promise – I won’t disappoint you ever again.”

  Four.

  The ‘Socrates’ was the finest restaurant in Bishop’s Bridge – a converted street-side warehouse whose exposed timber beams and sandstone walls created a cozy, colonial atmosphere.

  Stefan had arranged a limousine for the evening and as the vehicle turned onto Weaver Street, Stefan asked the driver to stop the car.

  The restaurant was at the far end of the street. The driver opened the door and Stefan stepped onto the curb and held his hand out for Renee.

  “It’s a beautiful summer evening… and I want to show you off,” he smiled.

  They walked arm in arm to the restaurant, Stefan elegant and sophisticated, and Renee feeling as gangling and awkward as a schoolgirl beside him.

  The doorman at the restaurant held the door open for them and Stefan nodded as the uniformed man smiled respectfully. Then they were inside, and the maître de led them to a candle-lit table in a secluded alcove away from other diners.

  For Renee it was all like a fairytale; a dream more beautiful than she could ever imagine. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment, wanting to remember everything – wanting to burn the images into her mind forever.

  “I imagine you have a lot of questions,” Stefan said and then looked up at the waiter. He ordered a bottle of champagne.

  “It’s all so sudden,” Renee gushed. “To be honest, I… I feel like I’ve been swept off my feet.”

  The habits of the last three months were hard to break, and she had to stop herself from looking down when she answered him.

  “It may seem sudden,” Stefan admitted, “But it is something I’ve been thinking about for some time.”

  “Really?”

  Stefan nodded. “I just hadn’t found the right moment.”

  Renee nodded thoughtfully. Then the waiter re-appeared. He filled their glasses with champagne and left the bottle in a bucket of ice beside the table. Renee waited until the waiter was gone before she spoke again.

  “Can I ask you anything?”

  “Yes.”

  “Anything at all?”

  “Yes. Anything at all.”

  Renee nodded. “Then can you just tell me why?”

  “Why what?”

  “Why do this, Stefan? Why?”

  Stefan picked up his champagne and studied the bubbles without drinking. He set the glass back down on the table and looked at Renee’s puzzled expression in the flickering candlelight.

  “The hardest, biggest question,” he acknowledged. “I thought we’d start with small-talk first,” he said wryly. Then he took a deep breath and leaned forward in his chair so their faces were close together.

  “I want to let you into my life, Renee,” he said. “I’m trying to include you. I know it may not seem much… but at the moment it is the best I can do. I know this may seem like a small step, but I’m trying to learn how to give up control, and to allow myself to begin enjoying being in a relationship again.”

  Five.

  For Renee, dinner with Stefan passed in a dream-like haze. The food was delicious and she drank two glasses of champagne. She had never felt so happy. She had never felt so alive. She found the freedom of her bracelet liberating, and although reluctant to question Stefan on his past, it was more than enough that she was able to chat and laugh on equal terms with the dark gorgeous man who had her heart.

  Most importantly, Renee sensed the first hints of intimacy in the way Stefan looked at her across the table and the way his hand touched hers whenever he made a point, or put forward an idea. When dinner was over and they left the restaurant, Renee felt like she was walking on air.

  The limousine met them outside the ‘Socrates’, the driver waiting patiently beside the open door. Stefan asked the man to take the long way home and then he settled back in the plush leather upholstery. In the darkness he reached out and traced a finger gently down Renee’s arm, making her skin prickle with goose bumps.

  “A visitor is arriving tomorrow,” Stefan said suddenly. “He will be staying in our home for the weekend.”

  Renee looked up at Stefan in surprise. “A friend of yours?” she asked hesitantly.

  “No. Not exactly. He’s an acquaintance from a long time ago,” Stefan said, the tone of his voice oddly restrained. “He is a dom, and he is passing through Bishop’s Bridge on his way to Washington. He will be arriving tomorrow afternoon, and he will have his own slave with him.”

  “Is he a good dom?”

  “He wasn’t when I knew him.”

  “Why?”

  “He was very strict – too strict for my tastes,” Stefan intimated. “And he took too much pleasure in the punishment aspects.”

  Renee sat back thoughtfully for a moment. “What makes a good Master, Stefan? I mean, what are the qualities that are the difference between someone like you, and someone like this man you know?”

  Stefan turned to Renee and studied her face. She was looking at him wide-eyed, genuinely curious. For an answer, he reached into his wallet and produced a small white card. He handed the card to Renee and
she held it up to the light to read.

  If you cannot stop her in mid stride with but a single glance…

  If you cannot take her breath away with but a single word…

  If you cannot drop her to her knees with but a single gesture…

  If you cannot make her body quiver with but a single touch…

  Then all the toys and tools in the world will do you no good.

  Find her mind, grasp her heart and her body and soul will surrender.

  -shimmer

  “That was written by a submissive named ‘shimmer’,” Stefan explained. “It sums up the differences better than I ever could. I keep the card as a reminder to myself about what every Master should aspire to.”

  “It’s beautiful,” Renee said softly, reading the words again. “No… it’s more than beautiful…. it’s perfect.”

  She handed the card back to Stefan, but he shook his head. “No, you keep it,” he said.

  They drove past the park and soon the limousine was slowing in front of Stefan’s house. Renee stared out the window and waited for the driver to open her door. They were home, and Renee’s thoughts turned once again to Stefan’s guests who were arriving the next day.

  Renee wasn’t sure how to react. She felt vaguely jealous and resentful, and she realized it was because she didn’t want anyone in their lives now this fragile new level of closeness between them had been reached. The night had been so perfect – Stefan had been so perfect – she resented the encroachment of anyone into the delicate cocoon of intimacy the evening had created.

  “What must I do?” she asked. “How do you wish me to act around this man and his slave?”

  “Just be yourself,” Stefan said simply. “Remember your training and your place – especially around this man. And for the next couple of days you are to wear a short skirt and blouse, rather than just lingerie.”

  Renee nodded. She felt oddly disquieted. There was a brooding sense of melancholy around Stefan and it seemed to infect her own mood. “I’ll be on my best behavior,” she said. “I promise I won’t disappoint you.”