I tore the paper off, completely stumped. We hadn’t been dating long enough for it to be a ring, and it was too big to be a ring box anyway. He’d already given me the necklace. It was a small cardboard box, and inside that was a tiny bottle of something. I held it up to the light. “Massage oil?” I asked.
“I want to give you a full body massage,” he said. “You’re so stressed all the time.”
“Full body?”
“I may have an ulterior motive, as well.” He brushed my hair off my shoulder and kissed my neck. I shivered. “But only if you want.”
“Um, let’s start with the massage and see where it goes,” I suggested. We hadn’t had sex yet, though we’d been dating for four months and it seemed like it was getting pretty serious. He hadn’t pressured me at all, which was a pleasant change from previous boyfriends.
“Works for me.” He hopped up off the couch, obviously pleased with his idea and my reaction, and started toward my bedroom. I followed, more curious than anything else.
“So, should I take off all my clothes?” I asked, nervous.
“If you want.” He turned on the bedside lamp and switched off the overhead light, put on a CD of relaxing ocean sounds, pulled the covers off my bed, and lay down some towels.
“You’ve done this before,” I said.
“It’s a hobby of mine,” he replied. His wide grin was quite suggestive. He had such a nice smile. I felt more comfortable with Zach than I ever had with any other boyfriend, which I took as a good sign. He smiled at me a moment longer, then came over to me and kissed me. “You want some help?” he murmured. He felt for the zipper on the back of my dress and lowered it, pushed the dress off my shoulders and pulled it to the floor, kissed me again, unclasped my bra, and let that drop to the floor, too. He didn’t give me a chance to refuse. Not that I really wanted to. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and leaned into another kiss, soft lips against mine, warm hands at my waist. He sure seemed to know what he was doing. “Lie down,” he said.
I made myself comfortable on the towels, resting my head on my arms. “Is this okay?” I asked.
“Of course,” he said. “Now, just close your eyes and relax.”
That, I could do. Well, I could close my eyes. The relaxing part was more difficult. He came up on the bed, too, and settled his knees to either side of my butt, almost sitting on me. He started at my shoulders, using his thumbs and the heels of his hands to great effect.
“I really like you,” he murmured as he worked. “I know you’re very shy, but I don’t know why. It’s not something I did, is it?” His thumbs moved down my back, to either side of my spine.
I groaned with pleasure. “Oh, wow, you’re good at this,” I said.
He chuckled.
“And no, it’s nothing you did.”
Back up to my shoulders, then down my spine again, then my neck, my arms, until I was slick with oil from the base of my skull to the top of my underwear. He scooted backward and started on my thighs, kneading his way down to my calves, then my feet.
“How’s that?” he asked, thumbs making little circles on my instep.
“Amazing,” I murmured.
“Your feet are so cute.”
“My feet? Really?”
He kissed the bottom of each foot, then ran his hands up the backs of my legs. He eased his fingers up into my underwear. I stiffened.
“What are you doing?” I demanded.
“I promised you a full body massage,” he said. “Too much? Sorry.”
Now that he’d stopped, I wanted more. I’d just been surprised. “No, um, it’s okay.” He was the first boyfriend I’d had since college who I actually thought might be worth keeping, and I wanted him to want me. Maybe if he just took charge and didn’t give me a chance to get nervous first, it would be okay. I might even like it.
He dug the heel of one hand into my right buttock over my underwear, kneading the tight muscle there. When I didn’t object, he rolled the waistband down to bare my ass, then pulled them off. “Open your legs, just a little,” he whispered, putting gentle pressure on my inner thigh.
I let him guide me, wondering what he was up to. I didn’t have to wonder long. Two slick fingers entered my vagina, and moved in and out, the tips massaging the top wall. Pressure built in my pelvis.
“How’s this?” he asked.
“Feels so good,” I whispered. I moaned and lifted my hips as his fingers stroked me to a higher plane, my eyes rolling up in my head in blissful surrender. He added his thumb on my clit, and I thought I might just lose myself in his touch. I’d never been with someone so skilled. Not that my experience was exactly vast, but I’d dreamed of someone who could play me just so, bring me to heights of pleasure I’d never known.
A tremor passed through my abdomen, then another. My breath came faster, ending in little gasps, crescendoing to all-out screams. And then it was too much, too high, too fast, and terror swept through me, just like every time I’d tried to make myself come, just like the few times Derek had managed to stick with one activity long enough to help me get somewhere. My abs contracted, legs and arms shaking. I was suddenly drenched in sweat, crying out and writhing, consumed with terror.
“Stop!” I shouted. “Stop, please!”
He stopped immediately. “What? What is it? Are you okay?” he asked. “You seemed to be enjoying it. I’m sorry.”
It took me a moment to catch my breath and come down from whatever frightening place I’d gone to in my head. “Yeah. I’m okay. It was—I did like it. Sorry. I didn’t mean to scream like that.” I burst into tears.
“Did you come? I thought you were about to. Are you crying?” Zach didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands now, or the rest of him. He lay down on his back beside me and ran his fingers through my hair.
I was too embarrassed to tell him it always happened like this. I’d get so close to… something. I didn’t even know what. And then I’d freak out and scream and that would be it. And I really did want to have sex with him, but now I’d scared him. I’d scared myself. “Yeah, I came. Thanks,” I lied. Maybe I had. I didn’t really know whether that was actually an orgasm or not. “Zach, um, did you want to have sex?” I asked.
He laughed ruefully. “I do, but I’m not sure if you do,” he said.
“I do… I think.” I’d killed the mood. Again.
“Why don’t we go watch TV?” he suggested.
Right.
* * *
Monday, November 9, 2015, 8:58 a.m.
Day 3
Freshly showered, well-rested, and nervous as all hell, I Knelt at Rest on the floor of my room, awaiting Lustful Guy’s return. The magazine he’d left me was Newsweek, which surprised and pleased me. I’d expected a “women’s magazine” or something equally uninteresting to me. I’d read it cover to cover before going to sleep. It was the first leisure activity they’d given me. He’d also left me breakfast—a plastic-wrapped muffin and a fruit cup—with a note that said this way we could get right to work when he arrived. Still no coffee, though.
At precisely 9:00 a.m., my door swung open. “Good morning, sweet Pet,” Lustful Guy said. “Stand up.” I did so. “You completed all your tasks, it seems. Did you enjoy my gift?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
“Good. The rest of the week will probably be similar to today, so you’ll have some idea of what to expect. Each of us has certain activities we like to engage in, so we’ll spend time working with you on those, as well as on the more general things we want you to learn. I’ll be with you for the next couple of hours. From 11 to 5, you’ll be alone, and I have a list of tasks for you to fill that time. You’ll have about four hours in the evening with a different master, and then a set of nighttime tasks. Any questions?”
“Sir, will I ever learn any of your names? I mean, um, this Pet would like to know if she will learn any of her masters’ names.” Oops.
He laughed. “You will learn the name of the master who chooses yo
u,” he said.
“Oh. Will this Pet have anything to do to fill her leisure time, Sir? And, how will this Pet know which of her masters will attend her?”
“You won’t know. As for leisure time, yes. You can earn activities or materials that you need for some of the things you like to do. Is there some specific hobby you have that you’d like us to consider allowing you to engage in?”
A hobby. Facebook probably didn’t count as a hobby. “Maybe a book to read, Sir? Or some crossword puzzles?”
“I’m sure that can be arranged,” he said. “Come downstairs with me now. We have to get to work.”
I followed him down, but stopped short when I saw where he was taking me. That was the punishment room! Had I done something wrong? I didn’t think so.
“Pet? Go inside,” Lustful Guy prompted.
“Is this Pet being punished, Sir?” I asked, barely audible. I couldn't make my feet carry me forward.
“Go inside,” he repeated.
Well, if I wasn’t going to be punished before, I was now. Idiot! I shuffled the few more steps through the door and stood just inside.
“This room isn’t just for punishment, Pet,” Lustful Guy said. “Though your hesitance just now means I’ll have to punish you before we move on.” He studied me, then gestured toward the big X. “Go stand at the Cross.”
Mentally berating myself, I did as I was told, with weak knees and a pounding heart.
“Turn around.”
I faced away from him, staring between the two arms of the X at some of the contraptions behind it. One looked basically like a dentist’s chair. Lustful Guy busied himself with cuffing my wrists and ankles, then guided me into position so that my arms and legs aligned with the X, securing my cuffs to hooks.
“One, the Pet does not question the master’s orders,” Lustful Guy recited. “Two,” he continued, “the master may punish the Pet when and how he sees fit.” It sounded like he was literally reading a list of regulations. “Three, if the Pet is to be punished, she is to accept her punishment without complaint and acknowledge that she has earned it. Four, the master may punish the Pet even when the Pet believes she has done nothing wrong. And Five, the master may punish the Pet simply to remind her of her status, even if no transgression has been committed.” He stroked my back like he’d done the night before. “Those are the rules of punishment, Pet. It would be good for you to memorize them. I’ll give you the list.” His hand dropped lower, and he caressed my buttocks for a moment. “Now, Pet, you spoke out of turn, hesitated in complying with orders, and questioned my actions. Five strikes with the cane.”
I didn’t know what that was, but it must be painful if five was enough of a punishment for that list of screw-ups. Stupid!
He didn’t show me the instrument of punishment he’d chosen. “You will count, Pet.”
He tapped my butt lightly with some kind of stick—the cane?—progressively harder, until suddenly, thwack! A searing pain flared along the line where the cane had struck. I jerked and screamed. “One!” I shouted, remembering just in time. The second was, if possible, more painful than the first, and I instinctively tried to move my body away from him. That, of course, did me no good whatsoever, but I couldn't help it. I screamed out, “Two!” and tensed for the third, my stomach heavy with dread. My whole body convulsed this time, my head falling backward and my back arching. “Oh, FUCK! Three!” I yelled. Two more. Yes, five was more than enough! Another, and I couldn't hold back a shriek of, “Ow, this hurts!” before continuing on to, “Four!” The last one landed along the same line as the first had, doubling down on the pain, and I nearly choked on my own saliva trying to breathe in and scream at the same time, then coughed out a “five” through hot tears.
He released me from the X, where I promptly collapsed to the floor, shaking and sobbing. My butt throbbed, lines of fire pulsing in time with my heart. That was way worse than a flogging.
“Up, Pet, and thank me for the punishment. We won’t tolerate having to remind you to thank us much longer.” His voice was so hard.
I pushed myself to my feet. “Thank you for the punishment, Sir,” I said shakily, trying to calm myself.
He cupped my cheek and kissed my lips. “Good, Pet,” he said. “Come over here.” Back to warm and affectionate. He led me to the sawhorse-like piece that the Punisher had used for my punishment yesterday. “Up you go.”
This wasn’t supposed to be a punishment, but after that caning, I was more than fearful of what else Lustful Guy might do. I climbed up as ordered, and he wasted no time in restraining me with the leather straps.
“I’m going to continue your anal training, Pet,” he said. “We all enjoy anal sex, and you’ll work on it with each of us over the next few days, morning and evening.”
A little burst of excitement, remembering how aroused I’d been by the time Deep Voice had removed the butt plug last night, was tempered by the memory of how much it had hurt at first.
“I’ll start with a smaller one than you had yesterday, and I’ll prepare you more. Once you’ve become use to that, I’ll replace it with the next size up. This isn’t a punishment, but it will probably hurt a little at first. Just do exactly what I say.” He massaged my shoulders. “I want you to understand something, Pet. The restraints are meant to help you let go. You can’t resist, so you don’t have to worry about resisting. Try to relax.”
Tied up to help me? I was positively terrified at this point, with the knowledge that this man would not hesitate to hurt me if he thought it was necessary. He had said straight out that this was going to hurt, and he’d also said that I could be punished for no reason at all. If I could be punished for no reason at all, then I could be as perfect as possible and still end up caned or flogged!
He ran his thumbs along my spine. “Why are you so tense, Pet?”
“This Pet is afraid, Sir.”
“Afraid of what, Pet?” His hands reached my buttocks, and he kneaded them hard enough to make me grunt.
“Would you really punish this Pet for no reason, Sir?”
He bent to pick up a bottle of lube from the floor beside me. The cool oil dripped into my butt crack and dribbled down into my pussy. I gasped and tried to jerk forward, away from the source of the strange sensation, but I had nowhere to go. Two fingers entered my pussy. He still hadn’t answered my question, but his fingers were having an effect, pressing up against my pelvic floor. “You like that, don’t you, Pet?”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathed.
“That’s good. Pets who like having their pelvic floor stimulated tend to enjoy anal more. It’s okay to like it, Pet. Relax. Let yourself feel.” He continued his internal massage for another few minutes, as I involuntarily pushed back into his fingers and rocked my hips, seeking more. I couldn't think about anything beyond whatever he was doing between my legs. Overall contentment punctuated with waves of intense joy radiated from my pussy.
“Yes,” he said, and pulled his fingers out. I whimpered at the sudden lack. I didn’t know what he was saying “yes” to. I tried to rub my clit against the leather surface, but the angle was wrong. “I do sometimes punish when my Pet hasn’t done anything wrong.”
Oh. I’d almost forgotten I’d asked the question. I’d assumed he wasn’t going to answer.
“It’s not arbitrary. I am a master who finds causing pain to be arousing, and I like to have a Pet who responds to that. Some pets enjoy being spanked or flogged under certain circumstances. Endorphins are powerful things.”
He was aroused by causing pain! Fuck. Maybe I wouldn't actually enjoy my time with him after all!
His thumb circled my anus, and I clenched automatically. “Relax, Pet, or it will hurt more. I won’t stop.” More lube, and then one finger opened me, inching forward.
“Mmf,” I grunted, more in anticipation of pain than any actual discomfort.
“Close your eyes, Pet, and take nice, deep breaths.” He swirled his finger inside me, stretching my hole in every direction, i
ncreasing the pressure with every rotation. “Does that hurt, Pet?”
“No, Sir.” This was stirring up some of the same pleasure as what he’d been doing to my pussy before.
“I want to see you come, Pet. Let’s try something.” He showed me a plug, not much wider than his finger. That didn’t look scary at all. He made a great show of slathering it with lube, then slipped it easily into me.
“Ungh.” No pain. I sucked in, tried to push it out, and each movement stimulated the ring of nerves. “Oh, God,” I moaned.
“Beautiful, Pet.” His fingers slithered back into my pussy, and he resumed the internal massage he’d been doing earlier, every jolt doubled by the added resistance of the plug. “I feel you squeezing my fingers. You’re enjoying this!”
“Mmm-hm,” was as much coherence as I could muster. Something deep inside me was… climbing, or growing, expanding. A tremor passed through my thighs. My arms were rubbery and limp. “Mmmf, oh God, stop!” I cried, my whole body quivering. He didn’t stop.
“Let go, Pet. You’re so close.”
Let go of what?! I’d let go of everything already! My pride, my name, my dignity. I had a piece of silicone up my butt and a relative stranger’s fingers in my vagina, and whatever he was doing was robbing me of my ability to control my muscles or even think. I squirmed, trying to rid myself of the stimulation. “Please, Sir, please stop, please!” My arms and legs were painfully tense, my neck and shoulders strained, teeth grinding together.
“Okay, Pet. Okay.” He withdrew his fingers and kneaded my thighs. “Have you ever had an orgasm?” he asked.
The Teacher had asked me that, too. “This Pet doesn’t know, Sir.”
“You don’t know.” He crouched beside my head and kissed my cheek. “Why did you ask me to stop?”
“It was… it was too much, Sir. I didn’t – this Pet couldn’t…didn’t…couldn't, Sir.”
“Couldn't what?”
“I don’t know!” I screamed. “I don’t—this Pet doesn’t know, Sir,” I repeated, in a more appropriate tone.
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