by Misty Blue
Every pore oozed passion. Already she could feel the softest touch of his hands, the firmness with which he held her, the gentleness in his eyes, the sternness in his voice as he instructed her into a position of submission and caught hold the flame that even now lapped around the edges of desire. She wished only to please, to serve, to know him better, and to feel safe forever in his controlling love.
As her car sped along the open highway, on the seat spread a warm wetness, the only visible sign of the turmoil of emotion she desperately tried to hold in check.
Control... Instruct... Cherish
They sat together in a corner of the room, soft lighting and the gentle hint of music in the background. Even to outsiders there was an obvious intimacy between them. Fingers interlinked, eyes only for one another, and a brush of material beneath the table.
‘Do you like the gown?’
Dream Catcher held tight her hand as it trembled. She was completely overwhelmed by the happenings of the day.
‘The slave in the bedroom will be treated like a princess in public.’
Her thoughts scattered like autumn leaves. She was open to the elements, caught in a whirlwind which carried her through a series of portals to the point at which she was now.
On arrival there had been a rich variety of clothing awaiting her. Laid out on the bed, it was arranged so that nothing of her past life remained. Beneath the table between them the soft silk matching underwear rubbed sensuously around her body each time she moved... and she moved often just to feel it there. Laced across her top a bodice of black held her firm, with a fine gold braid running through, interwoven cleverly into the material. A black dress completed the attire, falling in simple lines to her ankles, with long angel sleeves floating like wings at her side. And the outfit as a whole was set off by a simple velvet-hooded cloak he’d removed from her shoulders as she’d entered the dining room for dinner.
They had been ushered to their table, and as she sat he presented her with a small ornate box. Opening its lid, in the soft blue lining, she discovered the most fragile of chains glinting in the light, spraying rays of warmth and controlling love. He placed it like a yolk around her. For moments she fingered the soft fine trail of silver gold encircling her neck... the link of ownership, a connection and a visible sign of commitment between them. It was a defining moment, and she felt liberated... free! Suddenly she was certain this new life was so right for her.
Already she was different to the person who started out that morning.
‘The whole outfit is beautiful. I feel so special, beautiful even, and so, so... different. I only wish I had the figure to do it justice. Thank you. Thank you for today. It’s been...’
‘Shhh... this is but the beginning. You look absolutely gorgeous. And you need know only this, that I consider it an honour... yes, an honour...’ he repeated as she looked surprised, ‘that you offer me your submission - body, mind, spirit, soul. Any Master would be proud. But I am especially proud, honoured, because you are mine.’
He took her hand, kissing it lightly on the back with his lips.
‘But there are so many questions, so many things I need to know.’
‘Trust. That is all I ask... for now. Believe. All things are possible. It matters only that we are together. The life that was is gone. Now we prepare to greet the dawn of a bright new day.’
He raised his glass.
‘To Us!’
‘To Us. Yes, oh yes, to Us!’
She was excited, like a child who has just found out it’s Christmas and been allowed to stay up and open her first gift. She couldn’t help suddenly laughing out loud at the madness of it all.
Dream Catcher smiled. She was so like a child... naïve, fragile and yet with an inner sense, a courage, and yet still unworldly for all her past experience, and in a very real sense other-worldly because she possessed such a depth, a passion, a gift with words, and an energy with such radiance it evoked a passion, a craving, a need he knew ran deep right through to her soul.
‘That’s better... you’re smiling, laughing... and it’s a joy to behold. Now relax. Remember, there’s a lifetime to get to know one another. Learn to enjoy the moment and accept the present as a gift.’
Halfway through the meal he reached across to put something in her hand. ‘Now go to the toilet and insert these.’
She left the table mystified. And only when she was locked safely behind a cubicle door did she look at the plugs in her hand. She wondered how best to carry out his instruction. One was blue, the other red. They felt strange, smooth, rubbery, not unlike children’s teats, and she was mystified about what she was meant to do with them, although it didn’t take much working out. It was cramped and awkward from the start, bending first this way, then that, as she experimented. Squatting on the floor meant a painful jabbing of her elbows on the toilet seat. In the end, one leg reaching up to rest on the toilet bowl worked best, and she fingered her pussy, sucking the tapered end of the blue plug before successfully inserting it. Nestling just inside her vagina it felt weird, and yet strangely erotic and enticing. When she stood it remained encased between her legs, a secret resting in their special place. As she walked it was like carrying his finger inside her, rubbing against her inner walls, bringing an unexpected smile to her lips as she rejoined him at the table. But however hard she tried she couldn’t fit one into the back passage at all, and she stuffed it deep into her bag.
‘I see you have accepted the gifts, and they please you. Now, sit with your legs apart for the remainder of the meal. Feel them working inside you, preparing you for later.’
‘Oooh, it’s difficult to concentrate on the meal. It’s causing so much sensation... I can hardly keep still.’
Her body shivered delightfully, and then shuddered again. She pushed away the guilt about the used plug hiding, deciding to say nothing at all.
‘But you will be still. You will accept the pleasure they offer. And you will refrain from touching yourself.’
Pools of brown mirrored his, and the gentleness she saw took away the sternness of his words. Other couples were scattered across the room around them, and yet somehow they seemed a world apart. Even though she had known this man only a short while, she felt she had been part of him forever. With him she felt so comfortable, so safe. There was the strongest bond between them that made her feel very special, very cherished, very loved.
‘You are wondering, and I will tell you this. We are strong you and I. Our connection is far beyond that of any ordinary relationship, however close a couple might be. For our relationship is so much deeper, based on a power exchange, the dynamics between us, both equals in the sense that each gives and receives what we want out of it. And we will be so much more than Master/slave. We will harness the energy we hold, the energy I see permeating from you now, so alive, so electric to become also lovers and soul mates in the deepest, truest sense of the word.
We can each have our heart’s desire. Remember, control... instruct... cherish. Those are the necessary steps to fulfilment.’
He tempted her with a piece of gateau from the sweet trolley, holding it tantalisingly on his fork, lifting it to her lips, watching her suck it clean. Then, following coffee and miniature mints that complimented them, he whispered in her ear.
‘I will order a brandy to take in the lounge. You will go up to the room, strip naked, and assume the submission position on the bed, blindfolded, kneeling on your front, your butt in the air, hands reaching behind to spread your trembling cheeks.’
‘Now? But I thought you would come with me?’
He raised a querulous eyebrow. ‘You question? Go. Do as I have instructed you to do... immediately.’
He left her suddenly, a frightened rabbit frozen in the headlights of a car. It took her a few moments to throw off the feeling of being abandoned. Then she gathered her dignity like the folds of a skirt, hiding her vul
nerable feelings as she took the lift to their floor, inserting the key and closing the door softly behind her. She felt for the plug, feeling deliciously full and tantalizing inside her. With more space she attempted to insert a wet finger into her anus, feeling the hole, stretching it, trying desperately to push the foreign object in before her natural instincts kicked in to repel it. But it ended up back in her bag. Slowly she removed her clothes, hanging them carefully on hangers in the closet. The blindfold she found on the dresser she took before kneeling on the bed.
It was a strange feeling wrapping the blindfold over her eyes. It felt scary and yet at the same time added a touch of excitement not seeing, not knowing, straining to hear for sound. Her head nestled on a pillow, while she spread her legs wide, reaching back to pull apart her cheeks and hold them either side.
It was an age before she heard the slow turning of the door handle and a footfall on the carpet. She stopped breathing altogether, listening, intent, still slightly drowsy from the wine. But the silence lengthened. Was she mistaken? She couldn’t be sure. It was taking all her willpower not to remove the blindfold to see what was going on around her. But obediently she retained her position.
Suddenly there was the scrape of material close by. She remained still and silent, knelt on the bed, hands and wrists aching with holding the cheeks of her bottom apart, offering herself in submission, as a submissive slave to a Master.
A hand took firm hold of her wrists, binding them tight. Then without warning there came a swishing sound and a stinging slap across her buttocks. She gasped out loud. She couldn’t help it. Had she done wrong or displeased him? Again her thoughts scattered while three further slaps followed. Her body shrank away, moving into a foetal position, head well down, legs involuntarily coming together. But restraints closed around each ankle, and a bar came between them forcing them wide.
‘I am Master. Remember. Now, be still while I examine my slave.’
Fingers expertly worked their way from the nape of her neck down the lines of her body, holding her tight for a moment at her waist and thighs before moving on. They nipped, pinched, soothed the cheeks of her butt, and she tensed, fearing a further slap when he saw that the second plug was not there.
Instead a cushion was placed beneath, pushing her hips high, her head low. Her wrists were released momentarily, before being spread and fastened separately so she could not move. Her head was held firm, while hands worked their way to that point which exists between crotch and buttocks. She writhed with pleasure as fingers explored, her back arching to spasms which wracked her body, shivering and trembling, until she felt she would explode if she were not allowed the release her body craved.
He helped her kneel, breasts pulled forward as her hands were bound behind her. With finger and thumb her nipples became taut, teased, aroused, until they were pinched and hurt. Her knees splayed apart, revealing swollen lips, and the plug was removed to reveal the warm wet glow of desire spreading across her groin. She ached with an urgent need to come.
‘Not yet. Not until I say. You will hold the feelings until I say you can cum.’
The words were the first to break the silence. But instead of quietening her they had the obverse effect. Her whole body broke out in a sweat from the effort of trying to keep feelings in check. How could she stop an orgasm when it was so close? She was sitting on the edge, begging for it to come...
She became aware of someone else’s presence. They were not alone then? When had he entered? And who was this stranger? How could Dream Catcher allow another into their private space?
Warm breath fell on her face like the gentlest summer breeze. Her head fell against his body. Hands caressed her neck, while she was pulled close and firm. Trapped, totally vulnerable, unable to move, she froze, until the mouth of the one she knew as Dream Catcher kissed her hard. She recognised his touch, his manner... and was glad. It was a touch of the familiar. He held either side of her jaw, opening her mouth, urging her towards him, his tongue lunging down her throat. At first she pulled back violently as if she’d been assaulted. She was gagging, the tongue still reaching, like a snake ferreting down a hole. But she couldn’t struggle because of the hands that held. And in the end she didn’t want to struggle, letting herself be held tight.
He withdrew, keeping a tight hold, her head well back, the blindfold still in place.
‘Let’s try it again, shall we.’
It wasn’t a question but a statement. The words were soft... but firm.
‘Open your mouth. Wide... wide... wider... come on. Let the pleasure of my tongue explore without constraint. Feel it. Allow it. Don’t try to pull away or to fight me.’
She opened her mouth, and wider still, and again his tongue relentlessly lunged down her throat. Again she gagged. Then slowly... slowly she relaxed, leaning into him, allowing it simply... to be. She loved his touch, his taste, being held. Tight, firm, she felt secure, safe.
She was confused... helpless... surprised. The tongue... his tongue... continued to explore her mouth. But then it had to be someone else who took a grip on her bottom. Firmly she was held and stretched, back arched, fingers stimulating her clit, while a rush of intense arousal took over her body to the exclusion of all else.
Wriggling and squirming, unable to quell the feeling, not really looking for a way out or release, she didn’t know what to do with the overwhelming emotion that simply gobbled her up outside in.
Hands reached, widening her vagina, holding apart the soft lips to pull out the plug, aiding something else to slide through the wetness into the beyond. It vibrated gently, somewhere deep, and then teased in... out... in... out, holding a rhythm which brought delicious but totally uncontrollable pleasures.
Slowly it built, until like a wild thing she writhed and squirmed within her bonds, wrestling the hands that held. A volcano was exploding inside her. It took hold and wouldn’t let her go. They controlled her. Urging her on and on, through the sub-heat of desire... breaking down barriers... pushing away all limitations. It was quite beyond anything ever experienced before. In a wild frenzy her body writhed, electric impulses of desire arching her body, forcing what she had held in check for so long to surface.
Suddenly sound erupted from her lips as her mouth was released. Her head remained held in a vicelike grip, neck strained back, the relentless vibrations in her vagina building into a crescendo of feeling erupting into one total orgasmic experience. Sensation splintered off into different parts of her body. She butted helplessly at the air, waking the spirit of her sexuality, arousing it from a long deep sleep, bringing it to a point where it might be free to embrace a bright new dawn and the mingling of pleasure and pain.
She was coming... yes, yes, yes... again and again and again... juices spilling out, released finally in a frenzy of activity which strained against her bonds, widening her legs to their fullest, embracing the hands that held.
‘It’s coming... again. I can’t hold it. I can’t bear any more! The sensation is too much...’
‘Cum then. Let us know and see you for what you are. But be warned, next time I give a command for something to be done... a butt plug for example...’ for moments he paused, waiting for a reaction to his words. ‘But for now, let it come. And embrace the experience. Do it for me. Surrender and submit yourself completely to my will.’
She heard the words, but on another level and from a far and distant place. For in that moment an insurmountable wave of emotion drowned her, carrying her through a whirlpool of feelings, to leave her gasping, exhausted, spent.
Hands gently laid her on the covers of the bed, and for one hour she slept, until roused by the voice of her Master.
‘Come, my slave, we need to be going. It is time.’
She was being shaken awake. Her blindfold was removed, and she was naked, lying on pillows with two men standing over her.
‘This is Shadow.’
Dre
am Catcher extended his hand to include the other man in the room.
‘He is taking you to my Home where he will work with you and teach you the rudiments of slavehood. You will obey him as you obey me. And when the time is right you will come to me to become my true slave, and all that that means.’
She struggled to find words that made sense of her fears.
‘You have done well. I am pleased. Remember, control... instruct... cherish. Now is the time for instruction. Shadow is your teacher, your guide. He will work you, lead you, instruct you, until you have the mindset of a true slave.’
‘But I know now. I have researched, learned, studied about this way of life. Please, take me now as I am. I’ve found myself; I don’t want to become someone else.’
He smiled gently, and taking her hands in his, sat on the bed beside her.
‘But there are things you have said you want to change, to know, to become a part of. Your body needs honing, shaping, training so that it might more easily cope with the moves that will be expected of you. You need to know how to please a Master, how to pre-empt his requirements, to second-guess his wants, his needs, his thoughts. You will also need to learn what to do with the kind of feelings you have experienced this night, to know how to harness them, and to be able to give yourself completely without holding back. This is about you as well as me. Ours will be a strong relationship, a consensual relationship, an equal relationship, because of the very strong and very real commitment and bond we share.’
His words rang true.
‘But why can’t you teach me yourself?’
‘Because Shadow is your guide, your teacher. He is my chosen mentor in this respect. And it is my express wish that he teaches and trains you. This instruction is yours to obey and not to question. When you do come to me we will develop on from there, and be strong.’