by Ellie Norton
I swiftly did as she asked. "Yes, Mistress."
"Good." She said and I could feel her move across the room to the cabinet. After a moment, she moved back over to me. "Stand and look at me." As I stood, I saw that she was holding a thick leather collar in one hand and a pair of leather wrist cuffs in the other. She held the collar out to me. "While you are in this house, I want you to wear this. It is to remind you that you belong to me and must do what I ask of you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Bonita."
She smiled. "You must put it on yourself so that you know that you are giving yourself to me. But I am the only one to take it off. It is your choice, DJ. You can stop this now, and leave if you want." I was shocked. She had demanded that I go home with her, why was she suddenly allowing me to leave? She only waited patiently for me to do as she asked. Then I realized why she was making the offer. She wanted to make sure that I was certain. I took the collar and closed it around my throat. She leaned in and purred in my ear. "Good girl." Shivers raced through me and I lowered my eyes to the cuffs still in her hand. Feeling the thick leather on my neck made me feel different somehow. I suddenly felt protected and loved and yet completely vulnerable. I didn't have time to ponder this as my mistress' voice spoke again. "Remove your vest."
My hands instantly moved to the buttons in response to the command. Goosebumps broke out along my skin as it was exposed to the slightly chilly air. I heard the sharp intake of breath as my breasts spilled out of the restricting leather. I hadn't worn a bra under the vest because it was tight enough to support my full breasts. As I let the material fall to the floor, my mistress' hand reached out to gently caress each nipple in turn. I shuddered against her touch. She let the hand trail down to capture one wrist in her strong, slender fingers. I could feel the soft leather of the cuffs surround my wrists, binding them in front of me. "Is that too tight?" She asked.
I twisted my wrist to test the restraints and found that I had decent range of motion, but I could not pull either hand from the cuffs. "No, Mistress."
Suddenly her hands were in my hair, pulling my head up to meet her hungry lips. I melted into her kiss and she roughly thrust her tongue past my teeth and ravaged my mouth. I was panting from the onslaught when she pulled back and yanked me across the room. She secured my cuffs to one of the hooks set into the wall about a foot above my head so that my arms were suspended about me, but I was able to move a little bit. I was facing the wall and couldn't see what my mistress was doing behind me. I heard a faint whistling sound and then felt thin leather straps landing hard against my back. I yelped and pressed myself closer to the wall as the sting of the lash registered. The second blow fell and I shuddered, heat racing to my center in response. Each blow left stinging pain racing along the exposed skin of my back even as heat pooled in my core. The third blow pulled a moan from my lips. My mistress paused. She fisted a hand in my hair and gently pulled until my head fell back and she looked into my eyes.
"Is this what you want?"
"Yes, Mistress," I gasped.
"Good." She released me and landed several blows in quick succession. I pulled against my restraints as my gasping moans filled the air.
"Mistress, please," I begged when she paused again.
"Please, what?" She asked moving up behind me.
"Please, don't stop." I whimpered.
Her throaty chuckle sent shivers running through me. She reached up and pinched my rock hard nipples, causing me to buck against her. "We'll come back to this," She whispered into my ear before sinking her teeth into my shoulder. My knees went weak and I sagged against her, only the cuffs on my wrists preventing me from falling to the floor. With another husky laugh, my mistress moved away from me. I immediately missed her presence and whimpered. She was gone for a long time, but I had no idea what she was doing. Strength gradually returned to my legs and I was able to stand.
And then she was behind me again, and my breath caught in anticipation. She reached up and unclipped my cuffs from the wall. I carefully turned to face her, keeping my eyes lowered. I could feel her eyes on me as she snapped, "Strip for me. I want to see all of you."
"Yes, Mistress." It was hard to take off my shoes with my wrists bound, but I managed it. As I stepped out of my pants and underwear, she trailed her fingernails down my torso and I groaned seeing the pale red lines appear on my skin in their wake.
One hand dipped between my legs to run a delicate finger between my folds. She groaned, "Oh, God, you're so wet."
I shivered and mumbled, "Yes, Mistress."
"Do I do this to you?" She asked.
"Yes, Mistress Bonita."
"Good," she said and I could hear the pleased smile in her voice. She brought the finger coated in my desire to my lips and I gently ran my tongue up the length of the finger before pulling it into my mouth, and sucking the taste of myself from her. She shuddered in response and groaned. I smiled around her finger. Her free hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back and forcing me to meet her suddenly angry green eyes. "Do you find this to be funny?"
I swallowed hard. "N—no, Mistress. I'm just glad that I please you."
She studied me for a long time before releasing my hair. "Lower your eyes."
I immediately obeyed her. She led me over to the bench and told me to kneel over it. With my knees resting on the carpeted floor, I lowered myself until my breasts pressed into the cool vinyl. My mistress moved to the other side of the bench and took my hands in hers. She fiddled with the cuffs for a moment and pulled my wrists apart. I was surprised, I hadn't realized that they could separate. She then attached each cuff to one of the legs of the bench, pulling my arms out to either side of me.
"Are you able to free yourself?" She asked, standing to look down at me.
I pulled on my wrists, but was unable to release myself. "No, Mistress."
"Are your arms in a comfortable enough position?"
"Yes, Mistress." I said and they were.
She didn't reply as she moved over to stand behind me. I wiggled in anticipation of what she would do next and felt a sharp sting as her hand fell hard on my ass. "Do not move."
I gasped and bucked under the slap. "I'm sorry, Mistress."
"Good," she said rubbing a soft hand over the inflamed skin. Her fingers were suddenly thrusting into my drenched center.
"Oh, God," I gasped, feeling my inner walls clenching in response.
"Do not make a sound and do not come." She snapped. I shuddered and nodded. "Good, girl." She said thrusting her fingers harder into me. I had to bite my lip to keep the moans from escaping as she drove into me harder. As she relentlessly pushed me closer to the edge, I panted with the effort to not come. Just before I lost all control, my mistress stepped back from me, pulling her fingers from my dripping core. A whimper escaped before I could stop it and her hand smacked wetly against my ass. "I said not to make a sound."
"I'm sorry, Mistress." I said before I could stop myself.
Her hand fell heavily against my ass again. "Do. Not. Speak." She said, highlighting every word with another sharp smack. I felt tears begin to drip down my cheeks underneath the mask I was still wearing, but I only nodded. Seeing my response, she said, "Because you disobeyed me, you will have to wait longer before I allow you to come. Do you understand?"
I had to bite my lips against the words that wanted to tumble out, as I nodded again.
"Good," she said as she moved away from me again. I didn't move as more tears slipped down my cheeks. She was gone for several minutes and I began wondering what she was doing. I could hear her moving behind me, but I couldn't make out anything to hint at her actions.
When she returned she stood behind me and asked, "Can you shift your knees further apart?" I shifted position and nodded. She knelt behind me and leaned in until I could feel the rubber tip of a dildo press against my tender lips. She murmured, "God, Rachel, I've waited a long time for this." I didn't have time to wonder how she knew my name, or why that voice was s
uddenly so familiar again, because in one slow thrust, the dildo slid into me. I gasped, my mind going blank as I felt myself filled. I clenched down around the object. She paused, letting me grow accustomed to the size before she slowly slid back and thrust again. This time, I could feel her hips as they ended the thrust against my thighs and I knew she was using a strap on. I shuddered and instantly felt myself ever closer to the edge. After that she thrust relentlessly into me. I fought a vicious battle with my desire to try not to come. Her husky chuckle told me she knew how hard I was struggling with myself. It just sent another shudder through me and suddenly I was at the edge. One more thrust and I would lose the battle. I stiffened and my mistress froze. I uselessly clenched against the dildo buried within me, desperate to feel the final thrust that would give me the release I needed. It didn't come. My mistress stayed still between my legs and fresh tears pricked my eyes.
As I fell away from the edge, she spoke, "I told you I was going to make you wait." I shuddered and nodded. She flexed her hips and started slowly thrusting into me again. This time she maintained the slower pace and heat began building inside me. Again, she stopped just before the orgasm could crash through me. Frustrated tears fell down behind the mask, but she didn't give in. She waited until my body had calmed down before driving me up to the precipice again. I was nearly mad after the fourth of fifth time she did this; I had lost count in my desperate need. But she pulled back and the dildo slipped out of me. I let out a little gasp at the loss of contact, but still managed to hold in the whimper. She stepped back and with a dull thud, I heard the strap on fall to the floor.
"I have decided that you will pleasure me before I let you come" she said to me as she moved to release my wrists and I saw that she was now naked except for her mask. I was unable to take my eyes off her perfect slender body. I sat back on my heels as I was released from the bench. She took in my tear-ravaged eyes and her voice softened. "Oh, baby." She untied my mask and dropped into the bench, before gently running her thumbs over my cheeks to wipe away the tears. "You are beautiful like this."
I kept my eyes lowered and I felt warmth fill my chest at her words, as a small smile curved my lips. Gently, she tipped my chin up to place a tender kiss on my lips.
She stood and held her hand out to me. My legs were trembling and barely support me as I moved around the bench to her side. She helped me climb into the large bed and I waited for her as she moved around the foot of the bed and pulled leather straps up onto the bed. "Give me your feet," she said, the previous tenderness replaced with sharp command. I quickly did as she instructed. She cuffed my ankles so that I was facing away from her. There was enough give to the restraints that I could kneel in the center of the bed, but I was unable to escape. Anticipation raced down my spine as she moved to climb into the bed. She quickly arranged the pillows to support her head and lay before me. Her legs fell open drawing my eyes to her center. It was soaked with need. And I swallowed hard, seeing her reaction to what she had done to me. She let me look for a minute before she spoke. "Use only your mouth."
I risked a glance up at her. The green in her eyes had disappeared under the weight of her need. I felt my breath hitch as I nodded my understanding to her. I carefully lowered myself to take my first taste of her. It was ambrosia to me and I had to fight my responding moan from escaping. She gasped and shuddered at the first touch of my strong tongue against her most sensitive skin. I could feel my own desire pooling between my thighs as I gently flicked my tongue against her clit. I lost myself in the taste of her and the shudders that ran through her body.
"Oh God, Rachel." She moaned as I sucked on her tender nub. The sound of my name brought me back to myself and I paused to glance back up at her. "Do not stop," she snapped. "If you stop again before I give you permission, you will not come at all."
I could see the truth of her threat in her eyes, and I quickly went back to work. But this time, thoughts were racing through my mind. Who the hell is she? Why do I know her? As I licked, nipped and sucked her heated center, I wracked my brain to come up with answers. None came, and my thoughts were interrupted when she bucked against me and came with a long moan.
My eyes turned back to her, and my breath froze in my chest at the beauty of her body, flushed and relaxed after her orgasm. Keeping her threat in mind, I thrust my tongue into her and grinned as I felt her walls clamp down around me. I nuzzled her clit with my nose as I thrust my tongue into her. With a wordless cry, she came again. I lapped up her release and felt her hand in my hair, pulling me away from her. "Enough. Come here."
I moved up the bed to her, stopping when I felt the tug at my ankles. I glanced back, momentarily confused before seeing the restraints. And I felt my center clench as my situation came crashing back over me. I was at my mistress' mercy. I glanced back up at her and saw the smirk on her face. It sent a shiver through me as desperation ran through me again. She shifted and crashed her lips into mine. This time I couldn't stop my responding moan. Her bit into my bottom lip in response and she found my nipple giving it a painful twist. I jerked back from her with a gasp.
"I did not give you permission to speak yet. Do I need to gag you to keep you quiet?" I quickly shook my head. "Good. Do you want to continue this?" I nodded and she rolled off the bed, moving back down to the foot of the bed. She released my ankles. "Roll over." I did as she asked and she reattached the cuffs on my ankles, tightening the straps so I was spread eagle on the bed. I tested my range and found that I could bend my knees slightly, but that was it. She moved again and gripped one wrist and pulling it over my head to attach it to one of the rings in the headboard. I could feel my body pulling between the restraints and knew I'd be completely helpless as soon as my other wrist was attached. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation run through me. I felt like I had waited my entire life for this. My mistress leaned across my body to attach my free hand. It brought her breast into reach of my mouth and I arched up to take the tight nipple between my lips. She sucked in a sharp breath at the feeling of my mouth on her. She pulled back immediately and twisted both nipples viciously. I bucked against her, feeling the pull at my restraints.
"Are you allowed to do that without permission?" She asked in a deceptively calm voice. I shook my head keeping my eyes as downcast as possible. "Then tell me why you did it."
"I—I couldn't help myself, Mistress." I stammered.
"Do you want to be punished again?"
I licked my lips. "No, Mistress." My voice was shaky and I wasn't certain if I wanted to be punished or not.
She chuckled. "I'm not so sure of that." I blushed. "God, Rachel, you are just delicious." She said, running her tongue down my neck before latching her mouth over my nipple. She rolled the hardened tip with her tongue for a moment before biting gently. I moaned, arching my back to press my breast into her. She immediately pulled back and laughed. "Do you want me to make you come?"
"Oh, yes, please Mistress." I begged.
"Very well, I do believe you have earned it, despite touching me without permission." She said allowing me to hear for desire for me. She pressed herself against my side as she trailed on hand up my thigh to delicately tease my swollen folds. I shuddered against her.
Before she could reach my desperate need, I found myself stopping her. "Mistress, my I ask you a question?"
She immediately pulled back and rested her hand on my thigh. "Yes, Rachel. What is it?"
"Why do you seem so familiar?"
I felt her stiffen beside me. "Look at me," she said and I let my gaze meet hers through the mask. I could read understanding in her eyes as she smiled gently down at me. "I will tell you who I am before we are finished tonight, but I'm not yet ready for you to know."
I was disappointed and my eyes fell from her. "Ok, Mistress. I'm sorry."
She tilted my chin, forcing me to look at her again. "Do you trust me?"
I did. "Yes, Mistress."
She smiled. "Good, then let it be enough for now that you are mine, a
t least for tonight," She said and pulled gently against the collar I had forgotten was circling my neck.
I swallowed hard. "Yes, Mistress."
"Say it," she snapped out. I was confused. What was I supposed to say? She saw my confusion and said, "Say that you are mine."
"I'm yours, Mistress." I could feel the weight of those words settle into me and I relaxed.
"Tell me that you belong to me."
"I belong to you, Mistress Bonita." I said, feeling need course through my body as I accepted the truth to them.
"Good," She said simply, watching me carefully. She apparently saw what she wanted to see in my eyes because she quickly kissed me before rolling away and standing. She moved back to the cabinet and came back with a large dildo, a bottle of lube, and a small vibrator.
I felt my eyes go wide at the sight. I'd never had anything that large in me. I felt panic begin to set in as she drew closer to the bed. She noticed and quickly dropped the items on the bedside table before wrapping her arms around me and gently stroking my side.
"It's ok, Rachel. It's alright." She murmured into my ear, her voice instantly calming me. As she felt my breathing slow, she sat up, looking down at me. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Who do you belong to?"
"You, Mistress. I'm yours." I replied, feeling safe once again. I was still scared at the size of the dildo, but I did trust my mistress not to hurt me.
"Yes, you are," She agreed with a satisfied purr. She licked her lips before continuing, "But you stopped me from taking my pleasure in your tight, hot cunt. This is punishment for that error." My eyes grew wide and moisture pooled between my thighs.
"I'm sorry, Mistress. I—"
She cut off the panicked excuse I was about to utter with a smirk. "Don't worry, my pet. I will let you come this time."
I clenched in anticipation as a shiver ran through my body. Suddenly, every nerve ending was on fire and desperate for her touch. "Please, Mistress." I begged.
"Please what? Please stop? Do you want to use your safeword?" Her voice was hard and angry.