Be Careful What You Wish For

by Misty Blue

  Abi and Shadow breakfasted together as friends. Hesitantly she released the papers to him. He read them through once, nodded, and then a frown creased his forehead.

  ‘As long as you are willing to follow commands, to be obedient and to give freely at all times, then all things are possible. We’re pleased with your immediate progress. Do you have any worries, anything you need?’

  Suddenly words would not come. Too much crammed her head. She felt the fire of slave-heat flood her body at his touch, and knew she desperately needed to orgasm.

  He knew her need. She was so open, so vulnerable, so obvious in the way she felt. It was easy to read her movements, to realise the things which lay in her heart.

  ‘Look at me. Look deep into my eyes. We will become much more than Master/slave, you and I. We will be lovers, soulmates. Already you share a special place in both our hearts. Your place is here. Remember; control... instruct... cherish. It will all come together as a whole, I promise. We each of us have a part to play in this.’

  ‘But what of Dream Catcher? He’s part of this too, but I haven’t seen him since the moment I came here.’

  Again she was aware of that look which passed across Shadow’s face, leaving disturbing feelings of restlessness and desire - and something more; something she could not understand.

  ‘He has not left you. He is here, a part of everything we share and do. And soon, very soon, you will meet again. He is our host.’

  Worry lines left her face. So easily was she reassured and pleased.

  ‘Now, are you ready to begin training?’

  Shadow conducted a morning following the pattern of before. The programme of exercise used tired muscles, but still he pushed for the extra one she didn’t feel she could give. He was pushing her, as if enjoying seeing her struggling and straining and unable to do more.

  After a shower he led her to the couch. ‘Lie down,’ he told her, securing her to it as before. ‘Now today we’re going to concentrate on “feeling”. There will be no distractions, nothing to see or hear because I am going to block your senses to everything other than what is happening inside you. Within this Chamber you have had no outside influences. No clocks, therefore no sense of time. No television, radio or newspapers. No intrusion from the outside world. Now we will take this one stage further. All I need from you is that you open your mind and focus on what you feel within.’

  A blindfold settled over her eyes. Plugs placed in her ears took away all sound. For the briefest moment hands swept through her hair, touched her face. Otherwise it was the strangest feeling. Isolated and alone she began drifting, floating in some far off place. At first her body tensed, needing to know, to be reassured. Then gradually she relaxed into the experience.

  Shadow watched the signs, then moved to her head, and gently holding it in place pulled down that section of the couch, letting her head fall right back. Her body quivered for a moment, and was still. He held her chin with the tip of a finger to prevent her head straightening itself, feeling her throat, moving on down her neck.

  He paused at her breasts, bunching the right in his hand, caressing the nipple. He knew she would not hear the humming of the instrument as tenderly it touched the tip, arousing, stimulating, her body reacting, writhing in a perpetual state of absolute arousal. He clamped it then, watching it stand stiff and proud. Then he cupped her breast with an arc of clothed metal that held it in place.

  The left breast he held firm, wondering if he should first have strapped her body to the couch. But not wanting to lose the momentum he brought the instrument to touch slightly, causing immediate and unbearable sensation to course through her body. Immediately it went into a wild frenzy of activity. Her head reached up instinctively despite the blindfold, as if to see what he had done. Her body pulled against its restraints. She was trying to free her hands to wrestle with the blindfold, trying to reach it, gasping and gagging, and yet at the same time wanting more.

  Shadow was strangely aroused. He loved to see damsels in distress, all the more so because he understood their pain, the helplessness, the confusion and doubt, and yet at the same time excitement which held them there. He knew the experience as his own. And he was caught between two worlds; that of Dom and that of sub. He wanted both, often at the same time. He couldn’t choose. And right now he was enjoying the power, the play, the control, being able to switch her on and off at will. But he also wanted the thrill of enjoying the spasms of delight she was experiencing. And jealousy kicked in that she could have it and not him. It was a dangerous place to be, for both of them.

  He clamped the nipple viciously and, like the other, lifted the breast. Then he moved to strap her forehead almost at right angles to the couch. Her neck was stretched, pulled back, leaving her body exposed, free for him to explore. His fingers held her jaw for long moments, forcing her mouth wide, and then inserted the circle of silver in the shape of a large ‘O’.

  A single sound escaped her but she surrendered to his touch. Moments later hands were gently soothing her tummy, an apology for the pain; stroking, holding hips firm, massaging aching muscles. She loved the sensation they offered. Gently, even without being aware of what was happening, her senses dulled, her mind released all thoughts, and in a state of oblivion all she had were feelings that swelled in her body like giant waves crashing on a distant shore, drowning her in a way she had never felt before.

  The hands worked on down her body, bringing her still closer to the edge. They manipulated her groin, soothing, stroking, then, with lips clamped open, thumbs held and rubbed her pulsing clit. Slowly fingers entered... one... two... three... widening, thrusting, striking a rhythm to match the way her body gyrated.

  The incessant sound of humming filled the room. A small vibrating egg was inserted into the vaginal passage. Another followed. The body arched, lifting high off the couch. Urgent gasps came from the recipient, lost in a world where touching and feeling merged as one.

  He stood with fingers wrapped around her jaw, and gently but firmly pushed into her mouth a plastic penis-like mould. It fitted neatly into the silver metal ‘O’ that held her wide and open. He eased it in and then out, feeling her initial panic subside as her body was confused by the throbbing of the egg.

  He repeated the exercise. One part of him wanted to ram it all the way in to make her choke and scream. The other part of him was aroused, needing to know the experience, to have that same feeling of someone over him while he lay helpless and bound.

  Once more she struggled, trying to remove the object with her tongue, unable to move her head because of the clamp. Her body relaxed the moment he withdrew, and returned to the sensation of the vibrator below. This time when he inserted it he took hold of the leather gag to which it was attached, and holding the ‘penis’ in her mouth, fastened the ends tight.

  Immediately Abi was heaving and retching as the thing inside her mouth reached the back of her throat. She felt suffocated, trapped, vulnerable, and yet at the same time strangely enjoyed the powerlessness it offered.

  Shadow’s response was to turn up the vibration in the eggs. Her jaw relaxed as her mouth accepted the intruder, while her body and mind drew once more to the avalanche of feeling that caught her in giant waves of emotion.

  He watched her thrashing, listened to her garbled messages thrown out of a mouth too full, trying to squash his own desires and hold them for a later time. It was a turn on to watch someone else, and it made all the difference in the world knowing what it felt like, understanding, finding out how feelings became associated with the pleasure-pain experience, and exactly how to make that happen, how to take control.

  Presently he lifted her legs from their clamps, and releasing her hands turned her over onto her stomach. Again he let her head hang over the edge of the couch, binding her arms securely. He pushed her knees under her in the submissive position so that her body arched, clamping her legs wide. Holding the base
of her spine firmly down he raised her butt and took from the wall behind him a small whip, swiping it suddenly and sharply against the smooth pale skin.

  Pain jolted her out of her reverie, her senses confused by the unexpected mix of pain working in tandem with the pleasure the quivering of the eggs gave inside. But the pain was winning. The whip struck again... and again... and again. She wanted it to stop. She needed it to continue. Rivulets of tears flowed down her cheeks and yet she remained deeply aroused.

  Shadow smoothed the whip between her buttocks, holding it, feeling her tremble in anticipation of what she thought would come.

  But he was playing with her, teasing her emotions. Two fingers entered her anus, setting a rhythm of their own. His fingers flooded with her juices, and he inserted a second vibrator, watching the way it lifted her over the edge and into a place he could no longer reach or share with her.

  He stood back, knowing she was utterly disorientated. He made no further effort to touch, to hold. Instead he let feelings take over, leading her deeper and deeper into a place where only the truly submissive might go; the place known by the few as sub-space. And he allowed those feelings to go unchecked, to carry her on this special journey within.

  Finally he removed sodden leather from around her mouth, the plug, and the silver metal ‘O’. She moaned softly, still in a place far off, deep within, unaware of her surroundings and a part of, yet apart from the now subdued writhing as her body grew still. He proceeded gently to take away all instruments and clamps and eggs, until she lay exhausted, still feeling the sensation even though all reason for it had gone.

  Tenderly he carried her to the bathroom, where he gently washed her, and then to the bed where they lay naked together. Still deeply entrenched in sub-space, floating on air, not wanting to leave the peace and the beauty she found there, her body still ached with need. It was as if all the years of past pain when it was taken from her, when her body simply shut down because it just couldn’t take any more, seemed to have left her with an unquenchable thirst. It was madness. The thought entered her mind and then slipped away. She didn’t know. She didn’t understand. She didn’t want to understand. Nothing really mattered any more.

  Shadow led her hands to his cock, moving her head so her mouth touched its tip. After all the activity of the day, he was excited. The beast inside him still roared, needing to take, craving to be satisfied. The sub in him had vanished.

  She pulled away as if realising his intention. But she had no strength. She was weak as a newborn kitten. He grabbed her hair, holding it tight, pushing her mouth where he needed it to be. This was his time, damn it! His time. She couldn’t have all the fun. It wasn’t fair. Besides, this too was a part of her learning. He would show her, and through his teaching get what he most desired.

  Despite herself her tongue tentatively reached out to explore, flitting in and out as she tasted the first oozing of pre-cum. Then, more because he refused to release her head, or perhaps because she wasn’t yet fully understanding what was happening to her, wrapped in her own cocoon; she accepted the inevitable and took it fully in her mouth. His cock hardened. That was better. She was learning. She needed to give as he had, to know when it was time to give in. He pulled her around and on top of him. He too had been in sub-space. He knew that place well. He wasn’t sure how deep she was, but she could remain there for hours or mere moments. There was no telling. And yet, surprising even to him, she seemed to sense, to feel, to experience something of what was happening to him. It was therefore a pleasure shared as a climax unexpectedly took them as one, raging like a giant ocean deep and wide and spreading, covering everything as it clawed its way towards the shore.

  For an hour or two she lay in the arms that held, satisfied, completely spent. Slowly she was emerging from her cocoon to reality, a smile etched on her face and her body naked, rejecting the confines of the duvet. Somehow she knew she’d discovered her wings. She knew something of the power within. And she wanted more of the experience, to learn to ride it and to fly, to know the inner freedom that comes with being a true slave, held and protected in controlling love.

  Yet as her thoughts began to reassemble a small part of her was afraid. What might being a true slave actually mean? What would be demanded of her? And more than anything else, was she worthy of the task?

  The guilt, the excitement, churned her stomach, setting her insides on fire with a burning desire and a need to know, to be, to act out fantasies which were now a living aching part of her day-to-day need.

  Still the liquid of desire seeped from her. It didn’t go away or let her be. She wriggled and squirmed, inviting the delicious sensation to lick the lips of her vagina, accepting the tingling joy which even now spread through her body. From the top of her head to the tips of her toes she felt woman... naked, desirable, vulnerable, liberated, free, while her nipples stood firm and proud, pushing themselves forward to be fondled and held.

  A smile played around the lips of Shadow. He caught her body lifting towards him, butting gently against his side. Reaching across he pinioned her arms before her hands might snake their way between her legs and finger the urge to let loose the new set of swirling emotions inside.

  Again he took her. He knew he shouldn’t, but what the hell! She was there for the taking. Richard wouldn’t be pleased, but she was his charge right now. That was the arrangement. He would blame it on the animal instinct in him, the hunter needing his prey, the dark side, the switch which could so easily take the upper hand.

  And yet even the beast could surprise him at times and be gentle; the sub resurfacing in a moment of tenderness. Bodies gelled, caught in the ebb and flow of movement, acting out their dance, reaching in and through to a place where souls touch and a true specialness is borne.

  The scene ended. The curtain closed. And the two slept till dawn and the beginnings of a new day.

  Slave

  Weeks and months merged. One day ended, another began. Time had no meaning any more.

  Abi didn’t miss the outside world. It was a relief to simply be, to have someone else take control, of herself, her life, her everything. For within that control she was beginning to feel a new sense of being. It was liberating to break out from the chains that had bound her, made up of all those things other people expected her to be. Here she was happy, she was free. It was empowering rather than restrictive. Nothing was ever taken from her. The person she was became enhanced, a chrysalis emerging into a butterfly, struggling still to find its wings, wanting to fly.

  Each new dawn she rejoiced in the emergence of the self that had hidden in the shadows for too long. And oh, how much more sensual she felt. It was as if an umbilical cord had been cut, allowing her the freedom to let go of her old life, and like a blank white canvas, enjoy the different tastes and smells and colours this new life had to offer.

  She was protected, guided, loved. Each day was special, filled with new adventures. Every moment had meaning. She was learning so much. Her instruction and its effects came in the moves she made, the way her body altered radically in appearance. And yet nothing had altered within. She was a submissive. And in being allowed to develop that side of her nature as a gift she showed a radiance, an energy, an inner light never seen or experienced before.

  Hours were spent in tuition. She was pushed to the limit and often beyond, guided by Shadow’s expert hand. Often he shared her nights to compliment the days, and to soften the blows. It was a strict regime, of which the hardness and softness were an integral part of the pain-pleasure experience. She could be touched and felt, held close and loved. At other times she would feel the keenness of the crop, the slap of a hand or paddle, the relentless unforgiving flogger. And as day merged into night and night into day, the soft and the hard became one, each an essential part of the whole.

  She’d been given space and time to talk with family, to send emails and to speak on the phone. They knew she was happy and
cared for, although unaware of the way she was living. She suppressed their curiosity, sharing stories about the island that was home and which she had grown to love.

  Early evenings and Sundays she spent in the bay, exploring hidden paths through the rocks, making for secret places where she could be alone to dream. Her favourite times were sunrise and sunset, at the beginning and ending of each day, watching the pale orange ball of fire hang low in the sky before reaching to kiss the horizon and another day or night good morning and goodbye.

  One morning late on in the year, with a frost lying crisp and cold outside layering the rocks with patches of gleaming ice, she woke to feel a new sense of excitement. Something was different. It was a feeling she’d not known before. Around her there was an air of expectancy, as if something very special was about to take place.

  Shadow’s eyes watched more keenly. At breakfast he lifted back her shoulders, pushing her breasts more erect, manipulating the still shy nipple. He responded to her puzzled looks with a smile and unnatural glean in his eye. Without explaining he proceeded to put her through her paces in the gym with vigour, expecting even more from her than before. Sometimes his actions bordered on cruelty. But today he seemed to take a perverse pleasure in wanting not just more, but different. She feared he would go too far and hurt her. Where was Dream Catcher? Was he aware of this trait in her mentor, the man he trusted with his charge?

  But just as events reached a peak his gentle side would show. He positioned her on the couch, raised the rods and proceeded to hook each leg apart. It had happened too many times before for her not to be aware of the procedure. She held her wrists out for the cuffs to be strapped in place, before he lifted them above her head to be secured, leaving her spread-eagled and helpless, open and available to him.