by Diana Hunter
The vibrations grew even stronger. Her attention, desiring to solely focus on her pussy, was torn by her inability to move and by the small, light slaps he now rained on her breasts. Her mind couldn’t deal with all the sensations. Quick, small breaths balanced her on the edge of a precipice as her mind shut down everything but the tension that coiled ever tighter. A tension centered just beneath that little pink butterfly.
A hard slap across her breasts sent her hurtling over the edge, plummeting downward only to rise again as the spasms racked her body. As her muscles contracted over and over, her spirit dove and rose, released in total freedom from her bound body. She soared through the clouds, diving and dipping in their incredible whiteness, relief and joy intermingling in total freedom made possible only by the binding of her body. Even after the vibrations stopped and the ropes were removed, Sarah lay listless, her body contracting sporadically as her mind gloried in the ride.
Fresh air cooled her legs and dimly Sarah realized Phillip was cutting away the plastic wrap, allowing her skin to breathe again. Her soul was too contented to be disturbed by moving, however. Satisfied, she remained relaxed, letting him play with her as if she were a rag doll or a puppet he could control.
Does control, she amended, in a slow, buzzed sort of way inside her mind. She felt him push her right leg up until her heel just touched the back of her thigh. He must’ve tied it there somehow, she decided, when she realized she couldn’t straighten it again. The thought didn’t alarm her. She simply accepted whatever he would do, content to let him take his pleasure any way he wanted.
He did the same to the other leg, leaving the plastic on the upper half of her body, her fingers free to wiggle but her wrists still tight to her hips. She felt herself being pulled along the table and realized he must’ve brought her to the edge so he could take her. The thought of accepting his cock stirred her idle tolerance and tendrils of tension began to weave together again.
But it wasn’t his cock she felt after he removed the wet butterfly. Warmth enveloped her and the aware part of her brain, which admittedly was still mostly asleep, realized he was washing her with a wonderfully soft, warm cloth. He dried her as well and if she’d had the energy, she would have smiled.
Phillip set the towel aside and picked up her favorite instrument, letting the smooth deerskin barely touch the skin of her thighs. Dragging the long thongs along her pussy lips, Phillip pulled the small flogger through her slit, watching her reactions. With her head bound as it was, he could not read the look in her eyes or listen to her words. While part of him missed those, another part enjoyed the total power she gave him. He pulled the flogger through her slit again and when she creamed, he knew she wanted more.
A heaving flogging was not what he had in mind this time, however. He pulled a stool over to the end of the table and sat down, arranging a few of the candles so her slit was fully lighted. With the flogger, he continued to lull her, not really slapping it against her skin but rather lightly landing it and pulling it through her legs.
Two minutes, three minutes…five minutes. He didn’t change the slow pace or the lightness of the slaps. Her breathing settled into a regular pattern and he knew her mind was floating free once more. Time to up the ante.
Almost imperceptibly, he let the flogger land a little harder against her pussy lips. Not much, just enough to move her even deeper into the subspace she longed for. Every ten or so slaps he would increase the strength of the slap, still keeping the same slow pace.
A pace that became maddeningly slow to her. Phillip could tell by the whimpers that were really small moans in the back of her throat. He obliged her and picked up the pace. Her pussy lips turned pink now and fresh white cream appeared. He increased the intensity again and listened to the whimpers turn to muffled pleas.
He hit her tender flesh harder now, each blow making her soul swell with desire. She arched her back and he quickened the pace, watching her body’s reactions. And when she came, he knew by the way her voice wailed in the back of her throat and by the way her pussy lips opened, inviting him in.
Phillip needed no second invitation. Dropping the flogger on the blue velvet, he stood and slid his pants off, his cock already hard. Long and thick, he knew she would take him easily, yet he tormented himself first, rubbing his cock head in her juices until it glistened.
Only then did he plunge into her tight hole, her swollen pussy lips enveloping him in a snug embrace. Her body accepted more than half his length in his first thrust. Pulling out, he pushed in again and again, feeling her take more of him each time until his cock was fully buried inside her.
He stayed there, pushing against her body, forcing her to stretch and accept his cock, his balls firmly against her body. His soul expanded as she bucked and cried out beneath him, her submission filling his spirit, his dominance fueling his power. Mercy was his to give or not give. Pleasure and pain were his to command. She gave him everything she had and he took it, savoring her willingness.
He gloried in the sight of her beneath him, her body still partially wrapped in plastic film and unable to stop him, her breasts heaving, stray pieces of wax still spotting the perfect globes of her breasts, her face covered, unable to see him as he took her, her mind floating and totally at his mercy.
With a loud groan, he came. Closing his eyes to the vision before him, he gloried in the power that coursed through him, releasing in swells of almost unbearable force. He gave himself to that power, letting it empty his soul as her muscles milked his cock, her cries muted echoes of his groans. They moved as one, their spirits entwined, their needs fulfilled in each other’s passion. Their entire world existed in these eternal seconds.
His eyes still closed, Phillip lay forward, resting his head on Sarah’s bound body. His cheek registered the plastic that still bound her.
It was not yet time for him to give up control. Much as he loathed to leave the warmth of her sheath, his slave needed his attention and care. With a tired smile and a look of total contentment on his face, Phillip set the third act of their time together into motion.
Sarah felt the rest of plastic being cut from her body, the cool air giving her a slight chill. Her mind noted the fact as if it were happening to someone else, someone not even related to her in any way. Phillip had sent her into the heavens again and she had come several more times. Sated now, she simply accepted that he was done, contentment stealing into every pore of her body.
Even when he peeled the plastic from her face and gently removed the pads from her eyes, she stirred only enough to murmur, “Thank you, Sir,” before he blew out the last remaining candle and scooped her into his arms. Tired and satisfied, she mustered just enough energy to snuggle beside him in bed before sleep took her.
Chapter Three
Wedding bands
Saturday morning dawned rainy and cold. Overnight, the last of the summer weather had fled for the season, leaving harbingers of the coming winter in its stead. Sarah woke to the drumming of rain on the roof and lay listening to it, letting it lull her back into a pleasant dream where Phillip placed a ring of gold around her ankle and called her his.
Why my ankle? The stray thought came from nowhere as she lay suspended between the worlds of the conscious and unconscious mind. Why would Phillip put a wedding band around my ankle? That doesn’t make sense.
Still sleepy, she rolled over to look at the man she would marry in another few weeks. But her body didn’t exactly cooperate. Her ankles moved as one unit. She snuggled into her pillow. Apparently Phillip had tied her cuffs together at some point, though her hands were free. The thought brought a smile to her lips. She loved that he had control over her even as she slept. And she had an answer to her strange dream.
Returning to sleep, however, was no longer an option. She needed to use the bathroom and listening to the rain wasn’t helping. Craning her neck to see the clock, she could just make out the red numbers. 6:50 a.m. She sighed and waited.
Nope. No use. She had to go to the bathroom. P
ushing the covers back, she pulled her legs from under the sheets and placed them together on the floor. Only a shoelace joined the two rings at her ankles. All she had to do was reach down, untie them, go to the bathroom and come back to bed. Once in bed, she could retie them and Phillip would never know.
Sarah shook her head. Didn’t matter whether he knew or not. She would know and that was enough. Untying them would be cheating. Sliding down onto her hands and knees, she was careful not to jiggle the bed too much and wake up her lover and Master.
There was enough play in the shoelace to allow her minimum movement. By throwing her hip out to the side, she could move her knee forward an inch or so, then do the same with the other. She must make quite a sight, she realized, squirming her way across the room like an oversized worm. All the same, it didn’t take as long to reach the bathroom as she thought it would.
Getting onto the toilet seat proved interesting. Using the sink to balance herself, she got up onto her knees and then hopped up onto her feet with a fairly loud thud. Thankfully the toilet wasn’t more than a small hop away.
Phillip’s head poked around the corner. “What are you doing?”
Sarah’s heart jumped as it did every time he walked into a room. She stated the obvious answer to his question. “Um…using the facilities?”
He came into the bathroom, not a stitch of clothing on. “Why didn’t you untie your ankles first? You could have fallen.”
“No, I couldn’t. I crawled in here, then only needed one short hop to get to the toilet. I was fine.”
“You didn’t answer my question.” Phillip stooped down in front of her, grabbing the end of the tie and pulling it loose.
“Why didn’t I untie myself? Why should I? I figured you wanted me tied, so I just went with it. I’d never undo something you did unless it was an emergency or some such.” She gestured to the bathroom. “I needed to go but I managed just fine.”
Phillip grinned and shook his head. “I’m sorry. I thought I undid all your bindings last night but must’ve missed this one when I carried you in to bed. I’m afraid this was an unintentional tie-up.” He stood and walked to the door, the shoelace dangling in his fingers. “Finish up, then my turn.”
As she later sat on the bed waiting for Phillip to finish his shower, she jingled the locks on her cuffs, idly playing with them as she thought about what he’d said. That the shoelace was just a leftover from the night before. She didn’t even remember him tying them together but that didn’t matter. Phillip sounded as if he wouldn’t have cared if she had undone the lace and left it undone. But she couldn’t do that. Didn’t he understand that?
Phillip reappeared in the bedroom doorway, toweling his hair. Sarah loved to look at him. Strong shoulders that carried her when she was too exhausted to move, tapered down to a firm, flat stomach. Since he used his towel on his hair, she had a great view below his waist. Even though his cock wasn’t active right now, she still loved the sight of it, nestled in its thatch of dark hair. She knew how long it would grow and how the tip could turn a beautiful shade of red-purple when he was close to bursting. She loved the feel of it growing in her hand, the veins rising as she excited him. A wicked little grin raised the sides of her mouth.
“Oh, no, you little minx. Not this morning.” Phillip laughed as he turned away from her, rummaging in his drawers for his clothes. “We have errands to run today. Or did you forget we have a few wedding appointments to keep?”
Sarah glanced in panic at the clock. He was right. They had plenty of time but not if they dawdled for sex. “All right.” She knew disappointment colored her words but grinned to let him know she didn’t really mind. “I need to get into the shower, though.”
Holding her hands up to him, she waited as he retrieved the keys and removed the cuffs from her wrists and ankles. Obediently, she held up her hair while he also removed the heavy collar they used for play.
“Off to shower, then, minx.” Phillip glanced at the clock. “I’ll take you out for breakfast after we meet with the jeweler.”
“Sounds good!” Sarah bounced across the room, pausing for one last glance before she shut the door on the sight of his naked ass just being covered with dark slacks.
Phillip laid out the new clothes he’d bought for her during the week. He loved dressing her. He set the clothes on the bed, then stared at the bathroom door a moment as he thought about what life would be like when they married and she moved here full time. A snippet of song came from the shower and he smiled.
Obviously he couldn’t dress her every day. In some of his fantasies he thought of her as a real, live doll he could dress up and then play with. But in reality, she was an independent working woman with responsibilities of her own. He picked up one of the cuffs and stared at it, weighing his dream world against the truth. While having a woman to do his every bidding, to play with or put on the shelf—or in a cage—as he saw fit, certainly held a great deal of attraction, the responsibility that came with such control boggled his mind. Having any pet meant taking care of that pet’s needs often before his own. He’d had a dog for a few months once but had found a good home for it when the constant need to be walked, fed, petted and bathed just got to be too much.
Of course, he had just been starting up the business then and didn’t have a lot of extra time. Now that he was semi-retired and had made enough money to live on for the rest of his life, he had time on his hands.
But he didn’t want Sarah to become just a pet. Well, he did, if he was being honest. Only a pet that could bathe herself, except when he felt like bathing her. A pet he didn’t need to take for a walk, except when he felt like putting a leash on her. A pet he could do anything he wanted with, except when he was too tired to do anything at all. In other words, a woman who would be his slave-pet combination when he wanted her to be and be a normal wife at all other times.
Selfish, that’s what you are, he chided himself. You want it all. Companion, sex-slave, trophy to show off to your friends.
But Sarah doesn’t seem to mind, another part of his psyche chimed in. She likes being controlled. You saw that with the stupid shoelace this morning. She’s not going to say no to you. To anything you want to do to her or any way you want to treat her.
He chuckled. Okay, not the last. Although he’d been rough, he’d never been abusive and never would. There was a line there and if he crossed it, Sarah would be out the door in a heartbeat. And he wouldn’t blame her. Pushing limits was fun only until he pushed too far. He was determined not to let that happen.
The song and the water stopped. Phillip scooped up the cuffs and put them in the top drawer where they belonged when they weren’t being used. With a last look at the clothes on the bed, he sauntered out of the room to get things organized for their errand day.
The outfit on the bed took Sarah’s breath away. He had such exquisite taste, she should probably let him choose all her clothes.
Actually, from the waist down, the attire was fairly ordinary for a Saturday of errands. White socks, sneakers and a pair of low-rise jeans with no panties made her feel naughty without giving anything away. But the white demi-cup push-up bra was anything but normal for her. The push-up bra she’d worn for him before had covered her entire breast. This one left very little to the imagination.
The blouse, however, caught her eye. White-on-white embroidery traced a flowing design around the low-cut neckline. The long sleeves belled at the wrists, making her feel like a lady-in-waiting in a fairytale Camelot. She spent a moment preening in front of the long mirror in the bedroom before giving her wet hair a final combing and dancing out to the living room.
Turning a pirouette, she modeled the blouse for Phillip. “Thank you, Sir. This blouse is beautiful!” She flounced the sleeves.
Phillip grinned. “Glad you like it.” He tugged it lower on her shoulders, exposing her cleavage.
Sarah’s eyebrows rose at the amount of skin she was now showing and resisted the urge to pull the material back up. I
f Phillip wanted her showing her attributes like this, then show them she would. And proudly.
“I do have one more thing to make that outfit complete.” Phillip picked up a small box from the table at the end of the couch. “Something you and I understand but the rest of the world admires in a very different way.”
Sarah knew what was in the box. She’d worn it before. Obediently turning around and holding up her hair, she waited as he pulled out the thin strip of leather that was her “going-out” collar.
“I like this,” he told her as he tied the ends together. “It’s something that reminds you of your slavery but not in an overt way.”
Sarah blushed. “It’s wonderful.” Snug and comfortable, she knew she’d forget all about it after a while and then have its presence come flooding back when she would suddenly remember. The thought caused a minor flood somewhat lower in her body right now, as she was sure Phillip intended.
“I like it very much, Sir. Thank you.” She took his hand as they walked to the door, pausing at the small, gilt-framed mirror that hung beside the front door. With the blouse pulled off her shoulders, the choker made her neck look longer and more slender than it already was. “Definitely like this a lot,” she murmured, her fingers lightly brushing it as if to make sure it was real.
“I’m glad.” Phillip slipped his arms around her, examining her reflection in the mirror. “From now until the wedding, you’ll wear this every time you go out instead of just when we go out together on the weekends. Even when you’re going to work.”
Sarah turned a little so she could look up at him. “And at work, they’ll see it as a fashion statement.”
“And only you will know otherwise.”
She turned back to the mirror and leaned against the broad expanse of his chest, loving the strength and contentment she found there, her mind skipping ahead to Monday when she would walk in wearing a normal suit…and this collar. Her pussy twitched just thinking about it. “Oh, yes,” she sighed. “I am definitely going to love this.”