She straightens and goes back to where she was standing holding the cane.
“Color?”
With a few deep breaths, I’m finally able to continue. “Green, Master.”
“Good, boy. Were you shared?”
“Yes, Master.”
“We’re you filmed?”
I slump my shoulders in embarrassment and humiliation.
“Yes, Master,” I say in the smallest of voices.
“Look at me, boy.”
I raise my eyes and my Master’s standing tall beside me.
“Don’t be ashamed of what was done to you. Those people deserve the fires of hell to be bought upon them, not you. You were just a child.”
I was just a child.
My head falls and my chin rests idly on my chest.
I was nothing more than a mere ten year old child.
“Is he still alive?”
I nod, not sure my voice is loud enough to be heard.
I was just a child.
“Did you ever tell anyone?”
“I… when I was…” My body begins to tremble and my heart starting to race as my head clouds with fear and uncertainty.
“Look at me and don’t hide away.”
I blink when I look up at Master.
“When we’re together no one else exists. It’s just you and I. There’s no judgment and there’s no wrong. What we have is just for us.”
Her presence alleviates the hurt and Master’s words cool the anger and the shame that resides within every molecule of my body.
“You and I together, no one can take that away. Do you understand that?”
“Yes I do, Master.”
“Did you ever tell anyone?”
“I would go off in a different headspace when he did really bad things to me, and I’d talk to my dad. But no, I was too scared to say anything because he told me he’d kill my mom.”
“And as a child you had no reason not to believe him. Is that right?”
“He had a little white fluffy dog that he kept on a leash out the back,” I start saying as I begin to relax into the chair. “He had that little dog for years and always kept him outside in the open, regardless of the elements. One time I said I was going to tell mom unless he stopped asking her to take me out, and he went outside and got the dog. When he came back in, he made me hold the dog as he shallow stabbed him until he bled out while he was in my arms. He made me smear the dogs blood all over my face then perform fellatio on him as I held the dead dog. He told me he’d do the same thing to my mom.”
“What happened after that?”
“I never fought him again. I just cried and I’d leave and travel to another realm when it got bad, Master.”
“How often did the abuse occur?”
“It started out only once a month to every six weeks, but he became more brazen in what he did to me. He called one friend that liked boys too and they played with me like I was nothing more than a rag doll. After that, the abuse became more frequent. He’d look at me and I knew by the sneer just how bad it would be for me that night, Master.”
“What made him stop?”
“He told me he wasn’t gay and I had started to look like a man. He told me when I was thirteen that I had too much hair and he could no longer shave me without it catching someone’s attention,” I freely described how easily he discarded me.
“When did you enlist in the army?”
“My mother enlisted me, Master. She couldn’t stand the way I was, she thought I was acting up because dad had died. She didn’t know about him and what he did. So at sixteen she had me enlisted, all with her consent. It was the best thing she could’ve done for me, and for herself, Master.”
“How often do you talk to your mother?”
“Once a month, Master.”
“Tell me what would you have done differently if you could?”
Without hesitation I answer as honestly as I can, “I would’ve killed him the day before I turned sixteen, Master.”
“You’ve made your Master very proud. I’ve not needed to use the cane at all. You’ve pleased me, boy.”
I look at her and smile. Master is pleased with me which makes me honored that she’s picked me to be one of her subs.
“Ryan.”
My head snaps in the direction of her voice and I’m now no longer Stella’s toy.
She’s undoing my ties around my ankles and then moves around the back to do the bound around my wrist.
“Let’s go have a shower, Ryan. What you bared to me must have been draining and difficult to admit.”
I feel so liberated that I’m able to share that burden. A giant weight’s been lifted off my shoulders and I suddenly feel completely clear and uncluttered.
My demons have been silenced and they aren’t screaming at me any longer. I’m not sure how long this affect is going to last, but for now I feel so alive.
Stella follows me into the bathroom and as I set the water on warm, she takes off her clothes.
“What are you doing?”
“Part of the role of being your Domme is the aftercare. And I’m going to wash you and care for you.”
“But I feel better than I have since I can remember.”
“Until the shock hits, and when it does I’ll be by your side to help.”
I step down into the shower and Stella follows.
It’s the first time I’ve seen Stella with no clothes and she’s breathtakingly beautiful.
Her luscious long neck joins her gorgeous smooth shoulders, which cascade down to her breasts that are so delicious. They sit a little low and are bigger than I would normally go for, but they’re simply perfect for her, and for me.
My eyes travel down further and her pussy has a small strip of blonde hair down the middle, but her lips are free of hair and all I want to do is dive in and let my mouth and tongue enjoy her.
“Stella, it’s going to be difficult for me not to touch you.”
I take a step closer to her and grab onto her fleshy hips, the heat that transfers onto my hands sends small currents through my body. She steps into me and her breasts rub against my torso.
Stella kisses my chest and she trails her tongue to my left nipple and swirls it around gently teasing me as she sucks and nips.
“With your body pressing up against mine, you feel so good.”
“Ryan,” she sighs against my chest.
My hands slowly move from her hips to feel her pert ass. Fuck, her cheeks fit like a glove in my hands and I squeeze them with force.
“We can’t do this,” Stella mumbles as she takes a small step back breaking her contact with me.
“Why not? After the last few days I’ve had I just need to forget, and I’d really like to forget all that crap with my cock fully inside you.”
“I know, and believe me when I tell you that I want you so much, too. But I don’t want to help you forget, I need to help you remember so we can both learn how to manage.”
She wants me, too. Stella wants me the way I want her and she’s going to stay.
But I need to know how to combat my triggers and my mind for when those dark and weighted demons return.
“Put your arms on either side of the wall, I’m going to wash your body,” Stella commands in her Master’s voice.
I do as I’m asked and close my eyes as I anticipate her heavenly touch.
She brings her hands up to start washing my torso and I let a huge expulsion of air out of my lungs, I didn’t even realize I was holding it in.
I concentrate on her hands as they slowly rub circular motions all over my body. When she gets to my thighs, my chest rumbles and lets out a low deep moan.
The way her hands are caressing and grazing over my body with the lightest of touches is sending my own feelings of lust into overdrive.
“Hmmm,” I moan again as her fingertips brush against my cock.
“I know, Babe,” Stella says as she captures my mouth in hers. She nips on my top lip but
her tongue doesn’t come out to greet mine.
This kiss is different to all the others she’s given me.
This one simple act conveys volumes without saying a single fucking word. Stella and I both feel the same thing. I know that I’m more than just her submissive and she’s more than just my Domme.
“You found me when I was lost,” I murmur against her lips.
“Together, we’ll find your way.”
No lies, ever.
Chapter 20
I sit up in bed and my body’s burning and shaking with fearful adrenalin.
I can’t remember the nightmare just parts of it. I’m running toward Lucy but my feet aren’t moving and I can’t get to her. I couldn’t see her in my nightmare but she was screaming something for me and I didn’t know what it was, I just knew I had to get to her.
I rake my hands through my hair and can feel the damp of the sweat clinging to my short strands.
That must’ve been one fucked up dream, the last time I had one like that I started having an anxiety attack and destroyed my room.
That was also the night that I willingly wanted to suck Mason’s cock and have him come in my mouth, but he stopped it by forcing himself into my thoughts. He made it dirty and wrong when all I wanted to do was try and be with Mason.
“Are you alright?” Stella says as she sits up in bed next to me.
“Just a nightmare, I’m okay. You can go back to sleep.” I lean over and kiss her sexy full lips.
“What was it about?” She moves and sits on my lap as she brings her arms around my back and starts rubbing her hands up and down in a hypnotic caressing way.
“God, that feels so good,” I whisper as I bring her body flush against my bare chest.
“Talk to me, Ryan. Tell me what happened in your nightmare.”
My mind begins to loosen as her touch lulls me into a positive state of confidence and security.
“Um.” I’m finding it difficult to speak as her hands gently stroke my tired muscles. “I dreamt that Lucy needed me, and I couldn’t get to her,” I start as Stella moves her covered pussy to sit over my cock. I’m getting quite hard knowing that there’re only two layers of clothes separating my cock, and the warmth and wet of Stella’s core.
“Was there anything else?” Stella begins trailing her nose across my jaw line following it down the column of my throat approaching my shoulder.
I can’t think. What did she say?
I tilt my head to the side as she skims her nose down to my collar bone. Oh god, she’s not even put her mouth on me and I’m desperate to feel her wet tongue lap at my inflamed skin.
Suddenly, she bites my at my Adam’s apple, hard, then moves her mouth over it to kiss and suck where she bit me.
“Don’t make me ask you twice, boy.”
Oh yes, she’s my Master now. She’s no longer Stella, and fuck I find both of them utterly erotic and sexy.
Her body’s incredibly enticing but her voice is like an addictive aphrodisiac that hails me and holds me by my very core.
“I’m sorry for delaying my answer. No there isn’t anything else that I can recall, Master.”
“Good, now I want to play with my sexy toy. You’ve pleased me by telling me the truth, so I want to reward you.”
I smile and I’m filled with awe that Master is happy with me, all because I told her the truth.
“Waiting position,” she instructs in the voice that sends chills down my spine.
Without delay I get off the bed and go straight into position as I wait for my Master’s instructions.
I can hear her padding round, but I have no idea what she’s getting or even where she is.
“Hands in front of you like you’re praying, boy.”
I comply with her demand.
“What are your safe words?”
“Red means stop, yellow is for you to proceed with caution and green is good, Master.”
“Good, boy,” she says as she presses a light kiss to the top of my head.
I want her. Now.
I can feel the same ties she had on me earlier begin to loop around my wrists in a methodical and precise tangle.
When Master’s secured my hands together she steps back and looks me over, I can’t see her of course, but I can feel her hardened green eyes study me as I await her commands for pleasure.
“Oh yes, you certainly are a natural submissive. I can’t wait to explore your boundaries. But, for tonight I’m willing to allow you to come because you’ve pleased me. Now, stand up and go sit on the bed, boy.”
I have no idea what she has in mind for me, but I’m eagerly going to surrender to my Master.
When I sit on the bed, my Master comes to stand in front of me and gently pushes my legs apart so she can maneuver her body between my knees.
“Tonight I want you to let go and just feel. Don’t let one negative thought enter your mind. What you and I do, is just for us and no one else. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I’m going to blindfold you so your other senses are heightened. But I want to hear your responses. And you’re free to come as many times as you can.”
Stella wraps a soft dark cloth around my eyes and I’m instantly covered with a blanket of black. I take a deep breath in and feel so vulnerable and open to my Master.
But I must trust that she’ll look after me.
“Lie down and lift your hips, I’m going to take off these boxers and admire your veiny thick cock.”
Fuck, how does she do that? How does my Master make me hard just with her voice?
When she’s slid my boxers from my hips and down to my ankles, I remain in the position she told me. I don’t dare move because that Singapore Stick looked damn well frightening and I don’t want her wielding that on my body unless I truly deserve it.
“You’re a very good toy. Put your hips down and raise your legs.”
I do as my Master says.
“Lower your legs and relax into the bed. Put your hands on your head and rest them there. You have a change of sheets, boy?”
I’m going to need a change of sheets? Hell yes.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good, now lie still and let me play.” I hear her walk away and within a minute Master’s back again.
The bed dips beside me and I can feel my Master’s body warmth almost touching. I can also smell her perfume, freesias mixed with a very subtle undertone of vanilla.
“Stay still.”
Something icy circles my right nipple and as it moves in a circular motion I feel a drop run down my ribs toward the bed. The moment the cold’s removed it’s replaced with Master’s hot mouth.
The contrast between the cold and the warm makes me shiver and arch my back into my Master’s mouth. She replaces her mouth with the ice as she loops it around again, making my entire body heat with a roaring inferno.
“Fuck,” I moan as her tongue licks my nipple giving me instant warmth.
“My toy likes this does he?”
“Oh yes, I fucking love it, Master.”
She chuckles and the next thing I feel is the most extraordinary sensation I think I’ve ever experienced. She kisses my nipple and slowly moves her mouth to the other while she holds ice in her mouth. There’s pain from the ice but pleasure from her mouth, it’s exquisite and sensual and I’m doing everything possible not to thrash around from my senses wanting to burst free from beneath my skin.
She removes herself from my body and I feel her leave the bed, my body begins to calm down and my heart starts to regulate in a slow rhythmic beat. God, I just want to please her. I’ll do whatever I can to ensure that she tells me how proud she is of me.
Everything I’ll do will be to please my Master. From her pleasure I will find arousal.
She’s back by the bed and this time she circles the tip of my cock with ice. Whoa, this is so different and it’s more painful than pleasurable but I need to remain still to see what else she’s going to do.
She licks my slit and she lets out a small moan.
“Hmmm, your taste is so unique. I very much enjoy your cum, maybe I’ll fuck you with my mouth. Would you like that, boy?”
“If it pleases you, Master.”
“Correct answer.” She takes me all the way into her mouth, and I can feel the head touch the back of her throat. Wow, she doesn’t gag, instead I feel her push me down further so her mouth is around the base of my shaft. Shit, with every ounce of strength I have, I refrain from thrusting up and fucking her face.
As my Master pulls away from my hard cock she swirls her tongue around the tip and sucks on the head gently nipping causing me to spurt some cum into her mouth.
She consumes the liquid with a small moan and pulls away from my needy and excited shaft.
With a quick flick my cock’s been whipped with what I think is a flogger. Three fast licks of the flogger on my cock and one on my balls. Before I get a chance to say anything there’s my Master’s mouth on the tip kissing and sucking it.
“Fuck,” I scream with overwhelming desire.
I feel my Master smile as she slips my cock out of her mouth and consumes my balls.
She sucks and plays with them with her tongue as she nibbles and pulls them with her mouth. Master bites down with a small amount of pressure and the feeling is unbelievable, but when she bites down again, the pain’s intensified and almost unbearable. But she eases the pain with ice and instantly the burn is eased with the captivating feel of the wet and the cold.
The moment I relax and I let out a breath, I’m hit again with the whip across my sac and my shaft.
“Fuck me,” I say as my body bucks off the bed.
“This is a silken lash, and it’s made to create an enjoyable and sensual experience.”
With one more lick of the lash I can feel my balls start to tighten.
With a second lick of the lash a low knot starts to travel up my stomach.
And with the third lick of the lash my body begins to shudder.
My eyes clench beneath the mask and my body finally finds a calm that I’ve not ever had before.
My Master takes me in her mouth that’s also holding a cold lump of ice, as she skilfully inserts a finger into my ass and curls it up touching the one spot that makes me convulse with absolute unadulterated sheer pleasure.
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