A Fine Line

by Sue Horsford

  “Please, Master, please may I touch my pussy?”

  “You may.”

  I groaned with gratitude and moved my hand down between my legs.

  “After I’ve licked you into submission,” Gabriel’s voice said silkily in my ear, “then I’m going to fuck you in every position I can think of. I’m going to fill your pussy with my cock then when your pussy can’t take any more, I’m going to spread your ass cheeks wide and I’m going to fuck your ass. I’m going to bind your hands so you’re helpless and I’m going to use you in any way I see fit because you’re mine, you’re my little slut. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Are you touching your pussy, slut?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You’re a very dirty, very naughty girl. I can see I’m going to have to chastise you for your slutty behavior. I’ll have to use my flogger on you, make you tingle and burn all over.” His voice purred down the phone line with a beguiling wickedness.

  “Yes, Sir.” My breathing became faster, uneven.

  “I’m going to tie you up and I’m going to do things to you you’ve never even dreamed of. I’m going to debase and degrade you and you’re going to love every single minute of it. How do you like the sound of that, my little subbie slut?”

  “I belong to you, Sir.”

  “And don’t you ever forget it, Faye. You’re mine. I own you, body and soul.”

  “Oh, God!” I’d never shouted out loud before while giving myself an orgasm, but apparently there was a first time for everything.

  It was Barbara who opened the door to me. “Faye, how lovely,” she said with a lightness I’d never heard in her voice before. “How’s your arm?”

  “It’s a bit better than yesterday, but it’s still very painful.” I followed her into the kitchen where Gabriel was clearing breakfast dishes away from the table. “I believe you’re spending the day with a friend.”

  She beamed at me. “Yes, it’s been such a long time. We’re having lunch, then we’re going shopping. And I’m going to get myself a form from the post office so I can send off for my provisional driving license.”

  “Well done, Barbara,” I said. “You’re not letting the grass grow under your feet, are you?”

  “I can’t afford to at my age.” She flashed Gabriel a sweet smile. “Then, when my license arrives, we can get some L plates and you can take me out in your car, darling.”

  It wasn’t often Gabriel was at a loss for words. For a moment, I enjoyed the sight of him floundering, then I took pity on him.

  “It would cost a lot of money to insure Gabriel’s car for a learner driver. Apart from that, they do say you should never get a family member to teach you. Why don’t you have some lessons with a proper instructor? And when you’ve got a bit of confidence, I can take you out in my car.”

  “That would be lovely.” The doorbell sounded, and her face lit up. “That will be Linda now.” She left the kitchen, looking more happy and relaxed than I’d ever seen her.

  “You’re being very good to my mother,” said Gabriel.

  There was a hint of accusation in his tone, and I flushed with annoyance. “You mean you think I’m being nice to her to get closer to you. Well, for your information, Gabriel, I’ve known Barbara a lot longer than I’ve known you.”

  Gabriel threw up his hands in surrender. “Okay, warrior woman. Mind you don’t fall off that high horse you’re on.”

  “I’m sorry.” I peeped up at him, my expression contrite.

  “Hmm. I’ll let you off just this once.” He pinched my chin and gazed down into my eyes, trying his best to look stern, but he couldn’t quite hide a smile. “I must be getting soft in my old age.”

  I thought my mother might like a photograph of me in the dress she’d given me. I changed into it and Gabriel whistled.

  “Should I be putting on my tux and taking you to a dance?”

  “Can you dance?” I asked him, removing my splint.

  “I can, yes.”

  “Of course you can.”

  He handed me a glass of wine. “Just to relax you before we go up to the studio. People sometimes feel a bit awkward with a camera pointing at them, and I want you to look natural.”

  The studio was set up ready with lights and a backdrop and, despite the wine, I found it intimidating. The room was mostly taken up with his photographic equipment—cameras, lenses, tripods, two padded adjustable stools and a desk with a computer. In one corner, built into a recess, stood a floor-to-ceiling cupboard. Gabriel went over to it, taking a key from the pocket of his jeans. He unlocked the door and swung it open wide to reveal a heart-stopping array of implements.

  “Come here,” he ordered.

  I stood at his side and stared with widening eyes into his Aladdin’s cave of pain. Straps of various thicknesses hung on a row of hooks along with a tawse, the riding crop, a thin wooden paddle, a thick wooden paddle and two leather paddles, one small and rounded, the other a larger rectangular paddle with holes at regular intervals.

  “You’re familiar with some of these already,” he said.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He removed the cane and handed it to me. “Do you remember how it felt to be caned, my pet?”

  “Yes, Sir.” I ran my fingers over the silky-smooth wood, remembering the sharp stinging sensation as the cane seemed to slice into my flesh, followed by the furious flash of fire that traveled down my nerve endings into my toes. I held my breath and prayed he wasn’t going to use it on me today for going to Barbara’s house.

  To my relief, he took it from me and hung it back on its hook, and I breathed again.

  “You’ll be getting reacquainted with the cane as soon as your wrist is better. I won’t forget, don’t worry.” He pulled out the flogger and let the tails run languidly through his fingers. “You remember this, don’t you? You enjoyed it, didn’t you, you naughty girl?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I might use it on you later, if you’re good.” He hung it back on its hook then closed the door and picked up a camera. “Go and stand in front of that screen, please.”

  I didn’t particularly like having my photo taken and as I stood in front of Gabriel with his camera in his hand all my old insecurities threatened to return. It was as if he was examining me under a microscope, seeing all my flaws, and I wondered about all the other women he’d photographed.

  “Have you photographed a lot of beautiful women?”

  “I’m trying to photograph one now, sweetheart. Do what I tell you and no talking, please.”

  He took about fifty photographs, moving all around me, calling out instructions, then he removed the memory card and put it into the computer. “Come here and tell me which one you want for your mum.”

  Was that really me? Gabriel had made me appear beautiful, radiant and, more than that, I looked confident, as if I belonged in my own skin at last.

  “How have you done that?” I asked. “It’s fantastic. That can’t be me, surely.”

  Gabriel frowned. “That sounds suspiciously like you putting yourself down.”

  “Oh, I just mean, even though I’m already beautiful, you’ve made me seem even more so.”

  “Hmm, well saved. Have you decided on one yet?”

  I chose my favorite.

  Gabriel said, “Now let’s take some photos for me. Take everything off.”

  I peeled off the dress as Gabriel went to his cupboard and removed a large paper bag. He took out a shiny black satin bra, matching panties, suspender belt and seamed stockings.

  “Put these on,” he ordered.

  I held up my right hand. “I might need some help.”

  Having Gabriel dress me was somehow even more erotic than having him undress me. He knelt and fastened the suspender belt about my waist, then ran his tongue up the inside of my thigh. I moaned with excitement and he gazed up at me, naked desire in his eyes. “Later,” he murmured.

  He sat me on a stool and rolled on my stoc
kings, running his hands up my legs to make sure the seams were straight, then he attached the stockings to the suspender belt and fastened the bra for me, arranging my breasts so they jutted forward. He held out the panties for me and I stepped into them, holding onto Gabriel’s shoulder for balance, biting back another moan as he brushed his fingers across my sex.

  “I feel as if I’m your doll,” I said.

  “You are my doll. You’re my plaything. What do you think, darling?”

  I glanced down at myself. He’d dressed me in a bra with pointed cups and a suspender belt which extended from my waist to below my hip bone. “I feel very vintage,” I said.

  “Yes, it’s a very sexy look,” said Gabriel, his eyes glinting with appreciation. “Very fetishistic.” He handed me a pair of black patent-leather heels. “You’ll need these.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “Who do the shoes belong to?”

  “You, of course.”

  “You bought me shoes?”

  “Yes, I bought you shoes and I bought you underwear. I like to choose your clothes. Is that a problem?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “I’m so relieved. Now, do as you’re told and put your shoes on.”

  When I was suitably attired, he went back to the cupboard and brought out the cane. I gasped at the sight of it, and he laughed.

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I only want you to pose with it.” He picked up his camera and called out instructions to me. “Look into the camera. Bend the cane, that’s lovely. Spread your legs. Give me a wicked smile. That’s beautiful. You’re so sexy, babe. Hold the cane as if you’re about to use it. Pretend you’re the boss. Give me your best strict look. That’s gorgeous. You’d make a beautiful Domme.”

  As he spoke, he snapped away, then he took back the cane and gave me the crop. He led me over to the wall and positioned me so I was standing against it. “Hold the crop in two hands. Good girl. Now clamp the middle between your teeth. Turn your body to the left from the waist down. Bend your right knee. Beautiful. Look at me. Think of me fucking you. Remember, you belong to me. Oh, that’s perfect.”

  He photographed me from every conceivable angle and when he’d finished, he set his camera down on the desk. “Before we went away, I bought you a present. It didn’t seem right to give it to you at the cottage with everything that had happened but I want to give it to you now.”

  He went over to his desk and picked up a little black gift bag that he handed to me. I opened it and pulled out a black leather collar with a silver buckle held closed with a tiny silver jeweled padlock.

  “Oh, my God, it’s beautiful,” I gasped. “Thank you, Gabriel…Sir.”

  “Anyone would think I’d given you diamonds, sweetheart,” Gabriel said with an amused smile.

  “This is better than diamonds,” I said seriously.

  “I’m glad you like it. Your torque’s fine for when we’re out or in company, but this collar is for when we’re alone. When you’re wearing it, things will be a lot more intense than they have been. You’ll be totally submissive to me. Do you understand, my babe?”

  I nodded. “Aren’t I totally submissive, anyway?”

  Gabriel gave a snort of laughter. “Hardly. When you’re wearing your collar, you’ll obey me immediately. You won’t ask questions. In fact, you won’t speak except for yes, Sir, or yes, Master. You won’t forget to say Sir or Master and I won’t be prompting you like I usually do. If you feel you have something important to say to me, you must ask me for permission to speak. You’ll be totally honest with me about all your thoughts and feelings. You’ll have no secrets from your Master. When you’re wearing your collar, you’ll be naked or you’ll be wearing clothes that I’ve chosen for you. There’ll be other rules as we go along but these are the basics. Do you understand and accept the rules, my pet?”

  “I do, Sir.”

  “Any disobedience will be swiftly dealt with and you’ll thank me for your punishments. Do you understand, sweetheart?”

  “I do,” I breathed.

  “Pardon?”

  “I do, Sir.”

  “If you were wearing your collar now, you’d be severely punished for forgetting my name. I think you might find total submission very difficult, Faye. Are you sure it’s what you want?”

  “It is, Sir. I want to obey you and I want to take it further. I really do. I love being your submissive.”

  “Good. Because I love being your Master.”

  He held out his hand for the collar and unfastened it. When he re-fastened it around my neck, just the sensation of the leather against my skin made me feel I was involved in something much more serious than before.

  “Kneel before your Master.”

  He went back to the cupboard and brought back a black silk scarf. Then he knelt before me, wrapped the scarf around my wrists and bound them loosely in front of me. “If your wrist hurts, you must tell me immediately, okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Now look up at the camera. Imagine today’s the day you’re going to be caned. Show me how nervous you feel. Good. Bite your lip. Beautiful. Are you feeling turned on, my pet?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Show me how turned on you are with your eyes. Good girl. God, you’re sexy.”

  He put the camera down and came over to me, kneeling with me and slipping his hand inside my cleavage. He cupped my right breast, stroking his thumb over my nipple then he wrapped his other hand in my hair, pulled my face to his and kissed me so passionately he left me breathless. Then, abruptly, he stopped and ran back to his camera and started snapping away again.

  “You look like you’ve just been ravished, my girl. Turn this way. Fuck the camera with those beautiful green eyes. Hold up your bound wrists above your head. Look defiant. Beautiful.”

  I was really enjoying this. I’d never felt so sexy, so desirable.

  “Okay, let’s have some from behind.” He untied my wrists then retied them behind my back and, with his hand on the back of my neck, he walked me over to the backdrop and left me facing it. “Don’t move.”

  He took something out of the cupboard and I had to fight the urge to turn around.

  When he came back, he knelt at my feet and fastened something around one ankle. “Spread your legs wider,” he said. He fastened something around the other ankle. “It’s one of the new toys I’ve bought for us. It’s called a spreader bar, and it means I can spread your legs apart and keep them there while I do whatever I want to you.”

  I stifled a moan. How I loved to be restrained by my Master.

  He took a few photos of me facing the wall, then he untied my hands, pulled off my panties and made me bend over and grasp my ankles while he walked around me, clicking away. I knew in this position my sex was fully on display to him and I wished I was allowed to speak so I could ask him to fuck me with his fingers. My pussy throbbed at the thought.

  “Okay, before I give you a change of clothes,” he said, releasing my ankles from the spreader bar, “I want to redden your ass.” He stripped me naked then brought over a stool and bent me over it. I waited obediently while he fetched a wooden paddle about the size and thickness of a kitchen spatula. He began paddling me, quick, sharp spanks, not as hard as they would have been had it been a punishment spanking, but hard enough to make me suck in my breath and hard enough to quickly turn my cheeks a rosy pink.

  “Now put this on.” He held out what looked like an old-fashioned white girdle, except that it laced up the back like a corset and had two heavy straps on either side.

  I wriggled into it, then Gabriel laced up the back and tightened the straps. “Do you feel completely restrained?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. Do you like the feeling?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “The sight of your reddened ass cheeks protruding from the bottom edge of the girdle, the contrast of the red and white is so tantalizing, my pet.” He picked up the crop and delivered a sharp whack to my behind over the fabric of the girdle
. “Did you feel that?”

  “Yes, Sir, but it didn’t hurt, Sir.”

  “Good. Back over the stool with you.” He went over to the camera, set it on the tripod, fiddled around for a moment then came back to me and thrashed me while the camera took over a hundred pictures a minute.

  As soon as he was satisfied that he had enough shots, he released me from my girdle and put the memory card into the computer again. “Come here,” he said, patting his knee.

  Obediently, I went over to him and sat naked on his lap as he looked at the pictures he had taken.

  “Don’t forget you’re still wearing your collar,” he warned me. “I expect you to sit quietly while I work.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said. The soft denim of his jeans warmed my bare thighs and tingling buttocks and I was so wet for my Master it was difficult to be patient. All I wanted was to feel his hands on my skin.

  I watched in silence as Gabriel clicked through the photos he’d taken. There must have been several hundred pictures and I wondered what he intended to do with them.

  “Please, may I speak, Sir?”

  “What is it?”

  “What are you going to do with all these pictures, Sir?”

  “Are you worried someone will see them, babe?” He smiled and tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Then don’t worry. I’ve no intention of printing any of them out. They’ll stay in a password protected file on my computer. I’ll wipe them off the memory card, then when you decide to leave me, you can personally delete the folder.”

  “Please, may I speak, Sir?”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Again? Go on then, but it’d better be good or you won’t be able to sit for the rest of the night.”

  “I just wanted to say, I’ll never leave you, Sir.”

  Gabriel regarded me seriously. “You really don’t see me as I see myself, do you?”

  “No, Sir.”

  He turned back to the screen. “I love this one.” It was the one he’d taken immediately after he’d kissed and fondled me. My cheeks were flushed, my hair tousled, my eyes bright. I looked thoroughly wanton.

  “Get up,” he ordered suddenly.