Midnight Caller

by NJ Cole

  “No, Sir.”

  “But you do like it. You like it a lot.”

  I nodded.

  “Would you like to come?” he asked, stepping back.

  The flogger hit my pussy again, and I grunted yes. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer.

  “Would you?” he asked again, striking me slightly harder. “Tell me!”

  “YES! YES! YES!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

  “Come for me, butterfly.”

  He began flicking the flogger against my pussy lips and clit quickly. I was glad he’d given his permission, because with the way it felt, I’d have never been able to stop it.

  I leaned forward and ground my clit onto the horse as my Sir flicked at my pussy lips with the tails of the flogger. I screamed out and started to climax, unable to stop it. While still striking me, Sir removed first one, then the other nipple clamp, nearly overwhelming my senses. I came for what felt like an hour, eventually collapsing, allowing my head to hang over the edge of the horse.

  I felt the flogger hit my ass again lightly. I moaned in pleasure, but I was too exhausted to even lift my head.

  “You like this, don’t you?” he asked, bringing the flogger down again.

  “Yes,” I groaned. I heard him unzip his pants, and I was thrilled at the idea that he was most likely masturbating to the sight of my body.

  “You like it because you are a dirty little girl.”

  “Oh God, yes,” I moaned as he continued to flog my ass.

  “And you like it because it pleases me. Isn’t that right, my dirty little girl?” I could hear him rubbing his dick between strokes of the flogger.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “And right now, your body is pleasing me. It’s so beautiful covered in pretty pink lines. But it would look better with my come on it. Do you want my come?”

  “Oh yes,” I panted between strokes of the flogger.

  “Tell me you want my come. Beg me to come on your ass.”

  “Come on butterfly’s ass. Please, Sir.”

  Instead of striking me with the flogger, he reached between my legs and pinched my clit. I squealed out in pleasure moments before feeling his come on my hot skin.

  The cool liquid moving toward my ass crack felt incredible. I wondered if he had a problem with his circulation or perhaps a different medical condition, but I didn’t dwell on it for long because my Sir was speaking to me.

  “What flower are you on, butterfly?”

  I felt almost high, so it was easy to answer. “Lily, Sir.”

  “Good girl. I want you to stay still for a moment. I’d like to just look at my creation.”

  I stayed bound to the horse for about five additional minutes, which gave me time to calm down. I wasn’t sure what my Sir was doing; I didn’t think he was jerking off again. I heard a soft scratching sound, but I couldn’t place it. Before long, I heard water running in the bathroom and then my Sir’s footsteps approaching.

  He used a warm cloth to wipe my body down, removing all traces of his come. It made me kind of sad that it was gone, but I knew I would have had to shower it off eventually.

  He quickly untied my wrists and ankles and slowly pulled me to my feet. My body was stiff and I had trouble standing completely, but I went willingly when he led me across the room by the leash. He put both of my hands on some sort of leather table. “Up,” he commanded.

  I climbed onto what turned out to be a massage table. He moved me up slightly and placed my face in the headrest. The massage he treated me to was even more heavenly than the one he’d given me the first time. I’d only ever had one professional massage before and that was from the spa he’d sent me to last week. The massages were similar, though something about his was so much better. Hilda, of course, had kept me covered with a blanket and hadn’t massaged my ass. My Sir had me nude and did massage my ass. When he turned me over, he massaged my entire front, too, breasts included.

  By the time he was done, I felt completely relaxed. Once I heard my Sir leave, I cleaned the playroom, wrote in my journal, and went back to my apartment. An hour later, my Sir called to say goodnight, and I fell into a blissful sleep.

  Chapter 26

  Sir

  Spanking her had been better than I’d ever imagined it would be. I had hoped that she would tolerate my darker side by allowing me to do it. She did more than just allow my harsh touch; she surprised even herself by loving it. Using the flogger on her relieved so much of my stress, and coming on her ass, still freshly flogged, felt amazing.

  I’d fantasized about turning her ass pink, watching her wiggle and squirm. I knew how much she enjoyed her nipples being pinched and how it increased the intensity of her orgasms. I loved what happened when both were combined.

  She was a work of art—her pale body, now covered with tiny pink lines. I could still see the marks my hand had made, though it wouldn’t be visible to human eyes. Her wetness was everywhere, and its aroma was heavenly. Even standing behind her, I could see her nipples had been worked over well. They were bright pink and still had the bite marks in them from the clamps. I wanted to soothe them with my tongue, but I had a more pressing matter to attend to—namely, the one in my pants.

  Although I’d never forget, I wanted something physical to remember the scene, so I asked her to hold still. She did so beautifully, and I made a sketch of the moment. I would hang it on the wall next to the others after she was gone. I’d seen my butterfly admire the sketches when she cleaned the room, but I doubted that she knew that the more than a dozen illustrations were all of her in various states of submission. Some were just of her breasts or her legs, others were of her entire body. Each time, I’d left her face nondescript. I really wasn’t sure why, but it just didn’t feel right. My butterfly didn’t seem to notice the first two drawings I’d added, and I wondered if and when she would notice this one, or if she would recognize herself when she did.

  Logically, I knew that time always moved at the same speed, as it had for the last two hundred years I’d been alive, but the time I had to wait until our next session seemed unbearably long.

  Our next session was set for Saturday night, and I was counting the moments until I had her back in the playroom. This time I would teach her the inspection pose. There was no one set inspection pose in the lifestyle, but I did have my favorites. The one I planned on teaching her was simple enough to learn, but hard to perfect. I wanted her to start on her knees in the waiting position. When I would tell her to get ready for inspection, she would have to lean back and grab onto her ankles. In order to do this without falling over, she would need her legs spread wide, giving me full access to her pussy. Her back would also be arched, essentially thrusting her breasts at me. It would only take a moment to learn but much longer to perfect, and I knew I’d enjoy every moment of teaching her.

  Tonight I planned on using two new pieces of equipment, as well. The first was a frame. I’d had Payton order it, but it only arrived yesterday. It was a simple, black wooden frame—almost like a door frame, but with no door. It would secure her in place in a standing position, and I would be able to see all sides of her. It also had a place where a tall metal pole could be inserted between the submissive’s legs. The pole height could be raised and lowered. Most Doms put a fairly large dildo on the end of these poles and actually used them to force their submissives to stand while being impaled. Many whipped their submissives while in such positions, and the idea of that had me beyond hard. I knew that my butterfly wasn’t ready for that yet. Someday soon, however, I hoped to flog her pink ass while using the device to fill her pussy.

  The second new toy was a pair of nipple rings I’d purchased. They were tiny gold butterflies that attached to the nipple with a small elastic band. I also set out the flogger and her blindfold.

  When Saturday arrived, she entered the penthouse, removed her clothes outside the red door, and stepped into the playroom. She looked at the objects I’d set out, then put on the blindfold and
got into the waiting position.

  She looked beautiful. I didn’t have her wait long today because I knew training for the inspection pose could be strenuous. I loved that when I entered the playroom goose bumps broke out all over her body.

  “Hello, butterfly. You look lovely this evening. We will continue your training tonight. Are you ready to serve me?”

  The question was rhetorical, and I was pleased when she didn’t answer verbally. The fact that she was kneeling before me told me that she was ready and willing. I fastened the collar around her neck but left the leash off for the time being.

  “You have mastered the waiting position, and tonight you will learn the inspection pose.”

  I moved her body around so that her back was arched, essentially thrusting her breasts in my face. I placed her knees farther apart, exposing her pussy to me. I knew enough of human anatomy to know it wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t unbearable, either.

  “Now, little one, I will inspect your body while you stay in this position for me.”

  I knew everything she had done with her body since the last time I’d been with her, but I enjoyed the ceremonial aspect of inspecting her. Starting at her knees, I moved my hands lightly up her thighs toward her heat. I parted her lips slightly and ran my fingers inside of her folds. Intercourse of any kind, whether it be with a man or with a toy, almost always left small abrasions. They were visible to the human eye but glaringly obvious to superior eyes like mine. Some Doms used this method to check to see if their submissives had obeyed orders of chastity. I was not checking for that, as I knew my little girl’s every move. I was treating myself to a generous view of her dark pink inner folds that were already slick with her wetness.

  Running my hands up over her stomach, I felt her breath catch when I reached her nipples. Beginning with the left one, I pinched it hard. As it peaked, I slid the elastic band around it, attaching the gold butterfly. It was a beautiful addition to her already perfect breast. I did the same to her right one, making them both look spectacular—and they were spectacular. “You are wearing tiny butterflies on your nipples. They are almost as beautiful as you.” I considered for a moment requesting that she pierce her nipples so they would look like that always, but decided against it since I had no patience for recovery time.

  Her breathing was shallow as she tried not to move her body at all. I slid my hands up her neck and to her lips. “Open,” I commanded.

  She obeyed without hesitation. Her mouth was mine too, and although I’d not used it yet for anything other than kissing, she needed to know that I could and would claim it at any time. I inserted my finger into her mouth. I was glad she left it open as I ran it over her teeth and then removed it quickly. I stood back and admired her one more time. Her pose had remained almost perfect.

  “Good girl,” I said, praising her. Clipping the leash on the collar, I spoke her next command. “Stand and walk with me.”

  I led her to the frame off to the side of the room, watching her tits and butterflies jiggle as she walked. I took her wrists and slipped one, then the other, into the restraints that were in the upper corners of the frame. I did the same with her legs, spreading them wide. I heard her gasp when the last cuff was in place. She looked like a human X. I knew this was a very vulnerable position for a submissive to be in, and a blindfolded one was even more exposed. I heard her heart racing, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if she would have yelled mum, or at least rose.

  “What flower are you on, my sweet girl?” I asked in a soothing voice.

  I heard her take several calming breaths and was amazed as her heartbeat slowed almost to normal. “Lily, Sir.”

  I stepped closer to her. “Such a good little girl,” I said, my hand trailing up the back of her leg and over her ass cheek. It was smooth and milky white, something I planned on changing soon. I moved around to the front of her, continuing to run my hand across her stomach and up to her breasts.

  “So beautiful,” I said, flicking at the tiny butterflies. I loved how she smiled at my praise, and knew it meant more to her than any physical gift would. I was listening to her racing heart so intently that I almost missed the sound of liquid hitting the wood of the frame my butterfly was standing on—almost.

  A single drop had fallen from between her legs, but it was quickly followed by another. “So, we’re a bit wet, aren’t we, butterfly? Does being bound and on display excite you? Or is it the jewelry you are wearing on your nipples?” I leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Perhaps it’s knowing that I’m going to spank that ass of yours until it turns pink.”

  She groaned as a few more drops fell from between her legs.

  Needing to feel her heat, I slid two fingers inside of her, causing her to moan in pleasure. “Oh yes, so wet.” I kept my fingers inside, gently stroking while I leaned forward to lick her nipples. Startled, she jumped back.

  “Do not pull away from me, little girl,” I said in a sharp tone; her movement was unacceptable. I licked her nipple again, then pulled it into my mouth, flicking at the butterfly with my tongue. She continued to drip around my fingers, showing me with her body how much she was enjoying this. I sucked slightly harder and used my thumb to rub her clit.

  “Do you like that, butterfly?”

  She nodded.

  “Good. If you are a good girl, maybe I’ll do it again and allow you to come.”

  She was wet. No, she was soaked. And the smell was heavenly. I wanted to keep sucking on her nipple and finger fucking her until she came, but she started grinding into me, and I wanted her to remember that I was the one who decided how, when and if she came. She was my toy in the playroom, and she needed to remember that.

  I moved behind her to begin her spankings. Once again, these weren’t punishment spankings, and from what I already knew of my butterfly, there likely wouldn’t be punishment spankings. She liked them too much. I would have to think of different ways to reprimand her when that became necessary. For now, I wanted to concentrate on her spanking and teaching her more control over her orgasms. She should not have been grinding herself into my hand, and although she likely would not be able to control her wetness, in time she would learn to control her release.

  I squeezed her ass a few times and felt her tense up. I knew enough about the human muscles to know that she would need to relax or it would hurt more. “Relax,” I commanded, and remarkably, it worked. She unclenched her muscles and I gave her a light swat.

  She exhaled loudly and I swatted again, this time harder. “You will count these out and thank me for each one.”

  “One, thank you, Sir,” she moaned.

  I slapped her ass twice as hard with the next stroke. She yelped slightly as she said, “Two, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

  I considered lightening it up a bit because I didn’t want to actually hurt her. I was capable of breaking bones easily, but when I saw more wetness flow from her body, I knew that the way I’d just spanked her had been perfect.

  By the time I’d gotten to ten, her pussy lips were glistening and there was a substantial puddle on the base of the frame between her feet.

  Chapter 27

  butterfly

  “Ten, thank you, Sir,” I heard myself say, though I barely recognized my voice. I felt like another person when I was serving my Sir. I didn’t think, I just did. I had done a bit of research in the past week, and believed I was in what some referred to as “subspace.” I didn’t care what it was called, though; I loved it.

  I knew I was wet, I could feel it, but I wasn’t embarrassed. It was how my Sir wanted me. I felt his hand on my ass, rubbing it lightly. I wanted to press myself back into his fingers, but I held still, waiting for him to take what he wanted.

  He removed his hand, and I stood there for a moment, waiting for what was to come next. It was times like this I wished I wasn’t blindfolded, but I knew that it was how my Sir wanted it.

  The moment I felt the tails of the flogger touch my skin, I shivered in anticipation. They left
me for a moment and then returned with a sharp sting. I gasped. I felt the tails lightly caress my skin as he made the flogger glide over my cheek. Once again, he pulled them away and returned them with a snap. He did this several times. Each time, the caressing got shorter until he was just flogging my ass. I moaned as I felt the tails lick my skin again and again.

  I slipped further into subspace and let the feeling take over my body. When he shifted the flogger and the tails flicked against my pussy lips, I nearly screamed, the sound coming out like a strangled cry. He flicked my pussy once, twice, and by the third time, when the tails licked my clit, I was nearly ready to come. I couldn’t close my legs to stop the feeling, either. There was nothing I could do. He had to stop or I would come, and I’d come hard. When the flogger hit me again, I started to lose control. I didn’t want to fail him, so I did the only thing I could think of.

  “Rose!” I heard myself cry out.

  He stopped the flogger, and I feared the repercussions of using the safe word as he quickly released my wrists, then ankles. I dropped to my knees and waited for his words. Would he tell me to leave now? Would he walk out on me, just leaving me there? I let my head fall forward in despair. Tears began to flow at the realization that I’d failed him.

  “Do you need to end the scene?”

  I shook my head, though I wasn’t sure that I was even his submissive anymore. I’d failed him.

  “Are you sure?”

  I nodded and sniffled, grateful he was still talking to me.

  “Then tell me what’s wrong. Tell me why you called rose.”

  I took a deep breath.

  “It felt good,” I whispered. “Too good. I thought—no, I knew—I was going to come without permission. I didn’t want to disappoint you, but I think I did anyway.” Tears began flowing again and I wiped at them.

  “Listen, butterfly. I am not disappointed. I would have been upset if you would have come without permission, and I would have been angry if you would have come because you didn’t say rose when you knew you should have. Were you afraid to say rose?”