by Maren Smith
And on the opposite end of the spectrum, there sat Kaylee—naked and self-conscious, worrying her fingers as she perched on the edge of the coffee table exactly where Master Marshall had placed her. He had taken his collar off her, but had replaced it with a strip of soft black cloth.
“Because I’m not yet ready to release you from my bondage,” he’d explained with that faintly amused smile of his that somehow managed to be both boyish and wolfish at the same time.
And now here they sat, practically knee to knee—with her naked and him nearly so, and the silence between them broken only by the sporadic rattling of the breakfast dishes and the hum and crackle as the violet wand in Master Marshall’s hands gradually warmed up.
He was going to shock her. Kaylee wrung her fingers. He was going to shock her because it scared her and because, as he’d told her, it was time he did something about that.
“Slow your breathing,” he told her. “Slow and deep. In…out…good girl.”
She shook a little and wrung her fingers harder.
“Almost ready,” he said as he adjusted a setting on the wand. It hummed, casting blue lines of electricity that zapped out to dance on the tips of her fingers as he stroked just off the surface of the orb. “Deep breaths,” he soothed again, so aware of her and yet not looking at her, not even once. “Deep and calm, baby. Deep and calm.”
Kaylee mewed, an involuntary sound that escaped her no matter how tightly she clamped lips to prevent it. All he wanted, he’d said, was to introduce her to her fear. To show her that it couldn’t really hurt her. To prove she was stronger than the lifeless thing that had sent her fleeing from the Rainbow Room in a panic. He wasn’t going to gag her, he’d said. But he was going to tie her down. He’d been very honest, very matter of fact. He’d even given her several chances to safeword out, but here she still sat. Scared half out of her mind, but trusting him because she knew he wouldn’t hurt her. Not when it mattered.
Her fingers were starting to hurt.
She stopped wringing them and huddled with her elbows on her knees instead, plucking nervously at her bottom lip as she watched him adjust the setting over and over, changing the pitch of the humming and the bite of the static blue lines he coaxed from the glass tip of the wand.
“Master Marshall?”
Kaylee jumped a little. Absorbed as she was by what he was doing, she hadn’t noticed that the Little Maid had ventured out into the living room with them. She now stood just beyond Kaylee. Was it her imagination, or was that envy in the Little Maid’s eyes? Were her breasts really thrusting that much further out over the top of her corset than Kaylee’s own had yesterday? Was her skirt really that much shorter? Kaylee dropped her eyes to her lap and clutched her hands again, before she did something really stupid. Like, jump up and slap the Little Maid until her head spun around.
Master Marshall barely glanced up. “Yes, Vanessa?”
“Can I touch it? I’ve never touched one of those before. You can play with me if she’s too scared.”
“Are the dishes washed and put away?” he asked.
“Almost.” The silken seductiveness of that word made Kaylee want to jump up right then and shove the Little Maid out of his apartment. She folded her hands and held them tight, fuming in silence while Master Marshall stood up.
She thought he was going to take the wand so the Little Maid could feel its crackling touch—Kaylee hoped it shocked the hell out of her—but he didn’t. Instead, he circled around her and went to his desk in the corner. Pulling out a form, he filled in both the upper and lower portions, split it neatly into two forms and returned with one half to the sofa. Folding the slip in half twice, he handed it to her and sat back down again.
“Finish the dishes,” he said, still without looking at her. “Then report to Master Sam. He has the largest collection of violet wands and attachments of anyone I’ve ever met. If you ask nicely and if he isn’t already occupied with a certain, dusky-haired Little Maid he can’t seem to keep his hands off, I’m sure he’d be delighted to give you an experience you won’t soon forget. Regardless of his answer, you are then to give him this note. It is to be signed by him and returned to my office before the end of today. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.” Her disappointment at being passed off to another Dom faltered into something a little more wary. She looked at the folded form in her hand. “What is it?”
“My personal request for him to punish you once your curiosity has been satisfied. And the next time you try to insinuate yourself into one of my scenes, Molly, I’ll have you put in stocks and flogged. Now, are we clear about that as well?”
Molly pouted and even stomped her foot a little, but when he only looked at her, she headed back to the kitchen with that dreaded half-slip in her hand. For a few seconds, Kaylee actually felt better. Vindicated, even. But then Master Marshall turned the wand back on and began to play with it, and after that, all thoughts of the Little Maid were replaced by what it was going to feel like when he started to caress her skin with that instead of his own hand.
“I think we’re good to go.” He looked up at her and smiled. It was almost reassuring. “Before yesterday, had you ever witnessed this sort of play before?”
She shook her head, cringing back a little when he turned to face her fully.
“It can be scary when you don’t know what to expect. Here, put out your hand.”
The sudden urge to hide her hands behind her back nearly overwhelmed her. Every time one of those thin blue lines snapped up to lick at his fingers, her stomach clenched in tighter and tighter. She was starting to feel a little sick. “I…I think I want to say my safeword.”
For some reason, that made her feel even sicker.
The admission didn’t seem to upset him, though. “I know. It’s just one little word, but using it has the power to make me put this away right here and right now, and I won’t bring it out again for the rest of your stay. There will be no consequences if you do say it. No further punishment. I know the temptation must be every bit as strong as your fear.”
She looked at the wand in his hand, humming its terrible song, its electric barbs hidden within the glass orb because no one was close enough right now for it to bite.
“If you say your safeword, I’ll understand,” he told her. “I will. But I would prefer that you didn’t say it. I would prefer that you trust me instead. Can you do that, pet? Can you trust that I won’t take this farther than you can go?”
Trembling, Kaylee clutched her hands tight in her lap. She looked from him to the orb, watched as his fingers lazily circled it one more time, bringing forth those snapping blue lines, and tried very hard to gather her shreds of courage. The wand sounded awful, but it didn’t seem to hurt him. Not even just a little.
Kaylee shuddered, but she also stretched out her hand. Her fingers hovered over his for a long time, shaking, uncertain. He could have ended it all right there by simply tapping her nearest appendage—her thumb—with the head of the wand, but he didn’t. He held still and didn’t push, simply waited until she—as quick as she could—touched it on her own.
She never quite made contact with the glass; she only got close to it. Then she heard the snap, felt the jolt, and yanked her tingling hand back to cradle it protectively to her chest. She jumped up, needing to get away from it—nervousness, reluctance and relief all crashing together inside her. It turned her squeamish scream into a shaky laugh as she tried to flick the resulting buzzing sensation out of her fingers.
Master Marshall watched her pace. A font of infinite patience, his fingertips played over the orb as he waited for her to calm back down. “Was it terrible?” he asked, and Kaylee shook her head. “Do you want to touch it again?”
Kaylee instantly shook her head again, but when he just sat there, watching and waiting, she crept back over to sit down next to him on the coffee table. She looked at the orb, studied how he caressed it. Eventually, she even reached for it a second time.
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At the first snap and subsequent buzz, she jerked back, but almost immediately reached again. Tap, flinch. Tap-tap, flinch. She spread her wildly buzzing fingers out and finally just let it chew its blue lines all over her shaking palm.
“There you go,” he praised her, and Kaylee half-laughed and half-cried, still so nervous, still skirting the edge of panic, but also now keeping her hand near the crackling orb, enduring its angry bite until the tingling buzz had crawled partway up her arm.
“It—” She had to work not to pull her hand away. “—it doesn’t hurt very much at all. More, it just feels really weird.”
“This is the lowest setting. Higher ones do hurt, but we won’t be exploring those today. How do you feel?”
“I’m okay,” she breathed.
“Are you ready to trust me?”
Trembling, she nodded.
He smiled again, and oh, how that look made her feel. Like his praise, his softly uttered ‘good girls’ bolstered her and helped to keep her fear in check while he lay her back on the coffee table and began to strap her down.
“I’m not going to adjust the setting. It will never be higher than what you just felt,” he promised and she nodded, shivering, beginning to sweat, scared. He caressed his hand down the length of her, soothing with his touch. “I like that you are willing to try new things with me. Remember this is not a punishment, and I have no intention of taking it that way. This is simply you and me, putting an irrational fear to rest in a way that I am going to enjoy making you enjoy. Give me your hands, pet.
He bound her wrists together, and the comfort and security of that confinement felt more like a hug than it did restriction. She actually relaxed a little, letting him stretch her arms up over her head and tie her to rings in the wooden legs. The coffee table wasn’t long enough for her lie fully upon it, but Master Marshall didn’t seem to want that anyway. He bent to press a kiss upon her soft stomach and then pulled her hips down to hang partially over the bottom edge while he bound each of her ankles and affixed a long spreader bar between them. It wasn’t until he pulled out the stepladder that she noticed the eyebolt in the ceiling. He clipped a length of chain to it, then hooked into the spreader bar and hoisted her up by her feet until her ass came an inch or so up off the table.
He walked around her, trailing an appraising hand up her thighs to her knees and down the backs of her legs. He spanked once, just hard enough to make her bottom jiggle and sway. “Beautiful. Struggle for me.”
She managed an experimental wiggle but barely made the chains clink.
“The bus won’t be here for several hours yet.” He patted her bottom again. “That’s plenty of time for us to make your last day something to remember.”
He left her then, but went only as far as the kitchen threshold. “You’ve dawdled long enough,” he told Molly. “Leave us.”
He did not walk her to the door, but returned to Kaylee instead. And as soon as the front door closed behind the sullen Little Maid, he picked up the wand. “Let’s begin.”
Kaylee couldn’t help the full body shiver that ravaged her when she heard that first click and hum. This wouldn’t be any worse than what she’d already felt, she told herself. He’d promised that, she believed him, and what she’d already felt hadn’t hurt. Not really. Not where it counted, but she cringed anyway and shut her eyes when he reached for her. She mewed, but his first touch was only with his hand. He laid it flat on her chest.
“Breathe.” He coaxed her eyes open as he caressed down between her breasts, over her navel to her pubis and then back again. It was the richest kind of intimacy, the way his fingers traced along the tender underside of each breast, cupping the fleshy globe, squeezing gently. The rasp of his thumb across her nipple raised it into a taut peak, and awakened the first lick of reluctant arousal. She moaned, and a fizzing sensation zapped her other nipple.
Her whole body jumped and her yelp became a full-throated moan when he bent and took the buzzing tip into his hot mouth. His tongue did not assuage the sensation; it amplified it, and soon she was arching, her legs heaving her up off the table as if she were trying to climb the chain feet first. She wasn’t strong enough to keep that up for long and eventually she fell back down, squirming into each suckling pull of his mouth until it abandoned her.
“W-wait,” she panted as he brought the wand back into her sight. Her legs spasmed, struggling to pull her up that chain all over again, but he zapped her nipple again anyway. Wet from his saliva, the buzzing tingle was even stronger and every muscle in her body surged under the bite of the blue lines. She gasped and writhed, and yet when he reached down to cup between her legs, she felt that familiar molten heat blossom in the palm of his hand. He held her, rubbed her, brought welling drops of moisture beading into existence under circumstances she never imagined possible.
“Oh my God, ohmygod!” She cringed, but he tapped her nipple again, tapped and held this time, rolling it around and around her breast to bring her screeching up off the table as high as her legs could pull her even though the hurt…wasn’t.
It didn’t hurt. At all. It buzzed. It tingled. It felt like soda pop bubbling up under her skin everywhere her skin was dry and where it was wet, it stung like the snap of a rubber band. But it didn’t hurt, not the way her mind kept trying to tell her it was. But even knowing this, when he lowered the wand to bite and snap at her other breast, she threw herself against her bonds in a mad fight for escape.
She made the coffee table creak, the chains rattle, and the ropes groan and groan and groan, and she groaned along with them because, no longer content to torment just her breasts, now the wand was wandering all the rest of her. It traced her curves and contours, moving as Master Marshall moved, travelling an unhurried path down her ribs to her side, over her flinching navel and around her squirming hips. It circled her buttocks, travelled up the backs of each tensing leg, and licked its buzzing kiss across the soles of both her feet before wandering back down again.
“Oh my God!” she moaned, cringing as it descended down into the tender ‘v’ of her thighs, winning a truly evil smile from Master Marshall the closer he came to the glistening folds of her sex. That first sizzling shock brought her hips lurching up off the table, wrenching and twisting like a hooked trout. But no matter how she moved, the wand never broke contact. He waved it over and around her clit until the snap became sting and she became breathless.
Parting the flush outer lips of her sex, he let the wand crackle and bite the slick inner folds. At her anus, he paused to pass the electrode back and forth across the puckered rim until she was shrieking. “Oh my God!”
The ceiling absorbed her cries; Master Marshall showed no mercy. He simply bent and, while she begged and howled, he opened his mouth and captured her throbbing clit between his burning lips. Kaylee came, without warning or hesitancy. At his first suckling pull, the pleasure erupted from her flesh as if he were ripping it out on strings. Her whole body sang, humming and buzzing, not just where the wand had touched her but everywhere, in every inch of her flesh, and there was nothing she could do but lie in her bonds, cuffs and chains, and take it. Her muscles gave out before the orgasm did. She fell limp across the table, vibrating even after he raised his mouth from between her splayed legs and took away the wand.
“Please!” she gasped, whimpering and panting, trapped in the flesh of a stranger who couldn’t seem to get enough. “Please…”
She wanted to say no more but the words would not come out.
Master Marshall looked down on her as if he were a god, admiring his most favored creation. The more she pleaded, the more he smiled. “No,” he said, and then he began again. He took her to a place of such darkness and light, of pleasure richly intermingled with the softest zaps of pain. He tormented her, driving her body to flinch from his touch and yet she could not have craved anything more.
And when finally all she could do was lie bonelessly in puddles of her own arousal and sweat, all the Master of the Castle did was change the head on the wand, removing the orb and replacing it with a phallic-shaped electrode, complete with a thick mushroom-shaped tip.He laid his hand on her quivering abdomen, slick with sweat, flinching from his touch. He felt the involuntary kick of her flesh when he stroked the wand up and down the inside of each thigh, back and forth, the mushroom tip crackling each time it skimmed her sex.
“Please,” she mouthed, her hips trying desperately to follow the wand.
He smiled. “I’m going to make you cum so hard, it’s going to hurt. Breathe for me, Kaylee. Just breathe.”
Every inch of her came sparking back to life when he slid the phallic end of the wand inside her. He took her beyond screams, beyond rasps, beyond all ability to think. He took her beyond sight and sound. All she could hear was the crackling hum of the wand. All she could feel was the electrical charge singing through her sex, branching out into all parts of her, piercing her all the way to her bones.
Kaylee had thought crying during orgasm was something that only happened in sappy romance novels, but she cried for Master Marshall. She cried long after he turned off the wand and untied each of her bonds. He gathered her tenderly into his arms, pulling her to him. With her head pillowed against his chest, he held her while she wept until there wasn’t a drop of moisture left anywhere inside her, and she had no idea of really even why. Sad was not what she was feeling, although she did feel loss. Today was her last day. Today, she had to go home.
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