A foray into the world of BDSM. More of the mind than the body.
She trembles with excitement at the sound of boot heels striking the concrete outsideher door. The latch disengages with a delicious click, and she quickly closes her eyes,rises and perches on the edge of her mattress, her heart slipping into overdrive as thefootsteps draw near. Her nipples swell and harden. She feels Him looming closer, anda smile parts her lips.
“Three months tonight, pet.”
She grins all the wider and reaches for Him, clasps His hips and presses her cheekto His belly. He stands rigid for a moment, but then His body curves around her, andHe bends to stroke and kiss her hair. “You are so precious to me, my little one. Andyou’ve done so well and come so very far.”He stops to take her chin between thumb and forefinger, and tilts her face towardsHis. “You make me happy, and you make me proud-so very proud, pet. And with allyour hard work and exemplary service to me, you have earned a reward.”His hands move to frame her face. His thumbs brush lightly across her eyelids. “Doyou remember, pet? Do you remember ‘Mariah’?”
***
The clock wouldn’t move fast enough, yet Mariah didn’t have time to complete what needed to be done. She had a huge pile of files on her desk, and several more in a drawer beside her, all of which required immediate attention. She just couldn’t seem to get to the point where she closed more files than she opened. There was constantly another phone call, another email, another V.P. standing over her, expecting her to drop whatever she was doing to deal with whatever he or she had on their mind at that moment. Whatever praise she received was hollow and short lived, and only led to higher expectations.
At home, life was no better. The clutter of someone shutting themselves off from the world-bags of garbage, dirty laundry, books, crusted food containers-were stacked and piled in front of the doors, and circled around the couch to leave only a narrow path from room to room. Distasteful, but Mariah found comfort in the disorder, in the way it made her house close in around her. Clutter offered no false encouragement.
Chores and hygiene were obligations Mariah could refuse. She should get the garbage into the can and out to the curb for pickup in the morning, and she should do at least one load of laundry so there would be something clean to wear tomorrow. She should shave her legs. She should get a haircut.
But she chose not to do these things. And therein lay the power-the power of ‘No’.
Huddled in her untidy cocoon one night, Mariah flipped through the channels, trying to find something she hadn’t already seen. She paused to light a cigarette and almost dropped her lighter because of the noises coming from her television: a man’s murmuring voice, followed by a sharp slap and a gasp of pain.
Awe-struck, Mariah’s mouth fell open, and she leaned forward, attention riveted to the screen. A nude woman was secured in medieval-type stocks, her body pinned at the neck and wrists. A shirtless man circled her-murmuring questions, waiting for her breathless nod-then cracked her back with a cat-o-nine-tails. The woman cried out, yet strained towards him when he lightly caressed the welts growing on her bottom.
The camera zoomed in on his fingers, which slipped up and down the woman’s exposed labia and paused to jiggle her clit. Mariah felt a stirring in her belly, and slid to the edge of the couch.
The man moved around in front, holding his dick in his hand. The woman turned eager eyes to him and nodded vigorously. He drove his cock down her throat, crushed her face against his pelvis and held her there-until Mariah was gasping for breath on behalf of the poor girl on the TV screen.
Muffled throaty groans and gurgles accompanied murmurs of encouragement and pleasure. The man pulled out of the woman, leaving a milky string of drool dangling from her gaping mouth. She whimpered and stretched her neck in an attempt to snare his cock with her tongue, her lips. He plunged into her again, this time pumping back and forth while pinching her nose shut. Her eyelids fluttered down, but he slapped the side of her head and demanded that she look at him. Her eyes flew open, and after that, she didn’t even blink.
Yanking her head back by a fist full of hair, the man pulled out of her mouth, then circled back around, knelt, and shoved his face into the crack of her ass. He pulled back and spat, and a glistening blob of saliva slid between the crevices of her sex. Taking the whip from the floor, he rose and slid his dick into her anus, and pumped for all he was worth, cracking her again and again with the whip, as if he was riding a horse and urging it to go faster, faster!
Mariah leaned back against the cushions and slipped her hand inside her sweatpants. She was soaking wet, and her clit throbbed at the lightest touch. The man looked like he was ready to come, and Mariah circled her clit furiously to catch up. She pushed her free hand beneath the elastic waistband and crammed as many fingers as she could, twisted them in and thrust them back and forth. As the man on the screen grimaced and clenched his butt cheeks, Mariah cried out and came hard, hips off the couch, pumping against her hands.
The show ended, but Mariah couldn’t let the moment go. She ran an online search for the term ‘BDSM’. Thousands of sites popped up on the results screen. Intoxicated with the topic, she spent the rest of the evening, and on into the wee hours of morning, perusing as many sites as she could. She visited a free forum last.
An overwhelming need to experience what she’d seen gave her the courage to create an account. After entering her email address and selecting a password, she arrived at a new screen, wherein she answered a series of multiple-choice questions. When she clicked on the ‘Submit’ button, a new window welcomed her to the site as ‘girl247.’
Mariah paused for a few deep breaths, and a shiver tickled her spine from her tailbone to the base of her skull.
In fine print beneath her screen name were disclaimers and instructions. She accepted the terms of use and went to her profile page. She decided against posting a picture of herself, chose an avatar instead, and proceeded to a newbie pool. She had been instructed not to post, but to simply join the forum thread and wait.
While she waited, she admired her avatar. She’d picked a cartoon redhead with a full build and a black leather hood. Auburn locks spilled from the bottom of the hood, and curled around the neck and over the shoulder. The hands were bound behind the head, the knees bent and strapped tight, holding the body in a kneeling position.
Clicking around aimlessly, Mariah read the welcome thread: You are known as girl. You will not speak until ordered to do so. You will refer toyourself as ‘this one’. You have no access to the main site, nor will you until you havebeen chosen and given a name.
She sat for a while, and as the adrenaline ebbed from her body, decided it was time for bed. Just as she was about to close the window, a dialogue box popped up: Professor Hand says: Your name is teacher’s pet. Go to the Novice Room. Await my instructions.
Mariah’s heart jumped to her throat. She returned to the main forum and saw that a new section had been unlocked for her. It was called ‘In Training’, and featured only one thread: the Novice Room. She clicked on the link and her screen went dark-purple lettering on a black background. She noted her new name under ‘Users viewing this thread’.
Nothing seemed to be happening, and after a few minutes, she refreshed her screen.
There was a new post from Professor Hand, a link to a private messaging system.
Squirming in her seat, she downloaded the application and selected his name from the list of chat rooms.
Professor Hand: Hello, pet.
The cursor blinked at Mariah, awaiting her response. She held jittery fingers over the keys, and bit her bottom lip.
teacher’s pet: hello
Professor Hand: Are you ready for me?
Mariah had no idea what she was supposed to say.
teacher’s pet: ready?
Professor Hand: Yes, pet. Ready. Tell me you are wet for me. Tell me your pussy is aching for my cock. Tell me your tender flesh is trembling for the sting of my hand.
She gasped aloud after she read his message and had to close her eyes a moment before she continued. She was trembling, shifting in her chair, feeling a surge of warmth between her thighs. Her eyelids rose, and there was a new message.
Professor Hand: NOW, pet.
Mariah whimpered and let her fingers fly across the keyboard. The words she used were none that she’d used before. Not in this context. They came hard, each eliciting a thrill of butterflies in her stomach and chest.
teacher’s pet: this one has been waiting so long for you. this one cannot believe you are actually here. the answer to all of this one’s dreams. this one’s pussy is aching for your cock. this one is wiggling in her chair, wishing your hands were on her ass.
Professor Hand: Good, pet. Good girl. You may touch your clit.
Mariah’s left hand slipped beneath her sweatpants again and pinched her engorged clitoris between index and middle fingers. She moaned at her own touch. More than that, she moaned at his command.
Professor Hand: That’s enough, pet. Where are you in this world?
She stopped touching herself and stared at the screen.
Professor Hand: Answer me when I ask you a question. Answer me quickly.
teacher’s pet: in the Midwest.
Professor Hand: Very good. It’s late where you live, yes? I want you to go to bed, pet. Imagine yourself bound at ankles and wrists, on your side, with me behind you, holding you in my arms. You are safe. I am here with you.
You may sleep. But you have been slow tonight, and that will not be tolerated. When you wake, go to the bathroom and get your toothpaste.
Apply a dab to your fingers and pleasure yourself. Then come here and await further instructions. While you wait, you may tell me how the toothpaste made you feel. Describe it in detail, pet. Good night.
The window locked, and Mariah was unable to post a response. It was four a.m., and she was suddenly very tired. She shut down her computer and climbed the stairs to her bedroom. In bed, she nestled her back against her body pillow, clasped her hands beneath her cheek and bent her legs together. She was asleep within seconds.
***
The next morning, Mariah woke before her alarm went off and hurried down the stairs. As she peed, she looked at her toothpaste. She stood, flushed and then took the tube into the living room, where she sat on the couch and considered her task. By the light of day, it seemed a silly thing to do. Besides, this was just a game. How was he going to know whether she did as he’d instructed or not?
The toothpaste went back to the bathroom, and Mariah made coffee instead. With mug in hand, she sat at her computer. It took her a couple minutes to swallow the excitement in her throat and log onto the chat room application.
He was already there. The second she entered the room, he sent a message.
Professor Hand: Good morning, pet. Did you sleep well?
teacher’s pet: yes, thank you.
Professor Hand: And this morning?
The coffee turned to a lump in Mariah’s stomach.
teacher’s pet: bright eyed and bushy tailed Professor Hand: =) You are precious, pet. And what of your assignment?
Hmm?
Mariah took another gulp of coffee.
teacher’s pet: I didn’t do it.
Professor Hand: Why did you disobey my orders?
teacher’s pet: it wasn’t the same this morning. I didn’t feel the same.
Professor Hand: Do you wish to discontinue our relationship?
teacher’s pet: NO! No, please? I just don’t know how this works. I guess.
I’ve never done this before.
Professor Hand: Oh, pet! I am your first? =) I am honored. Do you have any experience with this lifestyle?
teacher’s pet: no.
Professor Hand: Then I will truly be your teacher, pet. Your mentor. I will care for you. Rest assured, you are in good hands. =)
And so it began. His manner was supportive and nurturing, allowing Mariah to test the waters, find aspects of the various acts and rituals she enjoyed, and discover which things were not to her liking. It wasn’t long before he was the first person she contacted every morning, the last person she contacted before sleep. Each day, he gave her a task via email, an assignment she was to complete and confirm. One morning, when she arrived at the office, there was an email waiting for her.
Good morning, pet. Were you in a private office, I would have you sit on your stapler and imagine my shaft between your luscious lips. Pity you are in a rather public cubicle. =(Instead, I would like you to place two binder clips on top of your monitor. As you work today, you are to look at those clips and think of the clamps I would place upon you. Pinch your nipples when no one’s looking. Imagine my fingers replacing yours. =) Use your cell phone to take a picture of the clips. I will keep the picture up today, thinking of you as you think of me.
Mariah complied with his wishes, a secretive grin twitching her lips while she quietly snapped the photo of the clips on her monitor. By eleven a.m., she was soaking wet and had to sit forward on her chair as she typed. When the little envelope popped up in the corner of her screen, her knees trembled in anticipation.
Hello, pet. How is your day so far? Are you thinking about me?
Mariah typed furiously.
Yes! Oh, yes!
He responded to her message immediately.
Good pet. That’s my good girl. You deserve a reward, don’t you? You may go to the lady’s room and pleasure yourself before you eat your lunch.
Imagine you are bound to a chair, your legs splayed before me. Imagine me in front of you, crop in hand, licking your pussy and tapping your inner thighs at the same time.
Mariah raced to the restroom, slammed into a stall, and hiked up her skirt while she thumbed the lock. She sat so quickly on the toilet that the seat slid sideways, squeaking in protest. Her fingers were already on her crotch, clutching, fumbling for purchase on the slippery surface. She came almost immediately, and fought hard to keep it silent.
Holding it in made her head feel as if it were going to explode. She sagged against the tank and took a few minutes to regain her composure.
She had no appetite after, so instead went outside to smoke, then returned to her computer and emailed her Master.
Thank you, sir.
Was it good, pet? =)
Yes!
Will you do something for me, pet?
You’re asking?
This is beyond the realm of my power. You will learn that these things we do are at your discretion.
What would you have me do?
Will you send me a picture of yourself?
Mariah hesitated to respond. He didn’t allow her much time for doubt.
I would truly love to see you, pet. Are you afraid I’ll be disappointed?
Her heart sank. Here, he was probably thinking she was some tiny thing, all cute and trim. Yes, was all she could write.
Oh, pet. That makes me sad. Do you not know I love you? You are beautiful to me already. How can a mere image of you change that? Do you sincerely believe I’m so shallow?
Mariah searched her folders for an acceptable headshot and attached it as a response. His reply was immediate.
You are beautiful. Back to work now. I’ll email you when you get home.
Was that good or bad? She swallowed the lump in her throat and forced herself to concentrate on her job.
That afternoon, Mariah arrived home and raced to her computer, opening her email even before she plunked into her chair.
May I call you on the phone, pet?
Without hesitation, Mariah entered her phone number and clicked ‘Send’.
The phone rang minutes later, and her whole body twanged, as if there were a string stretched taut from her pubis to her collarbone. The caller ID showed a long distance number.
“Hello?”
“Hello, pet. How is my good girl this afternoon?”
“Yay!”
He laughed. “Good pet. Where are you right now?”
“Sitting at my computer.”
“I want you to go to your bedroom.”
Mariah rose, ran up the stairs, and flopped down on her bed. “Okay,” she said with a small giggle.
“Lift your skirt and pull down your panties.” Mariah fumbled to comply, the phone wedged between cheek and shoulder. “Okay,” she panted.
“You are a good girl, my pet. Now spread your legs wid, and imagine they arestrapped to the corners of your mattress. You may bend your knees a bit, but your feetcannot move more than a few inches in either direction.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Now touch yourself, pet. Describe what you feel.” Mariah slid her hand between her legs, spread her folds with her index and ring fingers, and prodded her clitoris with her middle finger.
“It feels warm and slippery.”
He groaned. “Good, good girl. Do you have your panties by your side?” Mariah glanced down. “Yes.”
“Put them in your mouth, pet. Stuff them all the way inside.” Mariah hesitated only a moment before she shoved her panties into her mouth, using her fingers to poke the wadded fabric against the insides of her cheeks.
“Ohhah,” she mumbled through the cloth.
“Oh, oh pet. That’s good. Very, very good.” A bit of static accompanied these words, the sounds of a phone shifting, rubbing against something. “Now, pet, close your eyes. Iam with you, standing at the end of the bed. Can you feel me there? Feel my handssliding up the insides of your legs. Feel my palms as they slap your sweet inner thighs.
Oh, you are ready for me, pet. Indeed. Look at how wet you are. You’re practicallydripping, my little slut.”
Mariah traced her vulva with her fingers, feeling the swell and the wetness. She dipped two fingers inside, then slid the other hand down her belly to finger her clitoris, moaning as she curled her inserted fingers.
He was panting into the phone. “I am on my knees between your legs, pet. I raiseyour hips and set your bottom on my thighs. Your feet cannot pull away from theirbindings, and your back is stretched and strained. Feel my shaft prodding you. I amready to enter, and you are frightened and excited. When I enter you, pet, you willcome. You will come harder than ever before, and you will tell me to fuck you like thelittle slut that you are.”
Trembling, Mariah pulled her fingers out and raised her hips in the air, poising for his penetration.
“My cock is ripe and full, and you will need to stretch to accommodate its girth, butI will not tread lightly, pet. You will take me in, and you will take me NOW!” Mariah plunged four of her fingers inside her vagina. Massaging furiously on her clitoris, she cried out through her fabric gag.
“Spit it out! Spit out the gag, pet! Sing for me!” Using her tongue, she pushed the panties from her mouth, flexed her jaw muscles and gasped through the dryness.
“Oohh, oh, oohh!” She moaned so loud and deep that she could swear she heard the windows rattle. His grunts and praises accompanied her ride, until they were silent save for the hisses of both of them catching their breath.
“Your voice fits you well. You sing beautifully.” Mariah giggled. “I’m sleepy now.”
He laughed. “I’ll bet you are! And me, pet? How do I sound on the phone? Am Iwhat you expected?”
She considered for a moment. “You know, you don’t sound the way I imagined-your voice isn’t as deep as I thought it would be.”
“Are you disappointed?”
“No! You sound… powerful.” She snuggled into her pillows.
“Good, pet. Good. Now, I must get back to work. I only have an hour before it’s timeto go home.”
Mariah pouted. “Aw! But we just got on the phone!”
“As sweet as your little girl voice is, and as much of an effect as it has on me, pet, Imust be strong. Now, be a good girl and rest. You’ll need your strength for the nextcall. Oh, and pet?”
“Yes?”
“If you’d like, I’ll send you some movies, so that you can see how we will betogether. I would actually like that, pet. For you to watch them and tell me whatappeals to you and what puts you off. May I send them, pet?”
“Yes.” Mariah gave him her address. “I’m excited.”
“As am I, pet.”
Mariah smiled and said goodbye.
***
Done with a long, crappy day at the end of a long, crappy week, Mariah fumbled for the keys at the bottom of her purse while she rushed to her car. Five o’clock had long since come and gone. As she hit the remote lock button, she scanned the parking ramp.
All seemed quiet that late at night.
She slid the cool metal keys through her fingers, just then looking down toward the lock. Her neck snapped taut. Something buzzed at the base of her skull, sending a painful tingling sensation through her shoulders, straight to her knees. Her head swam with dark blotches that faded in and out of her vision. The keys clattered to the concrete, and she collapsed backward. As if in the distance, she felt someone’s hands sliding beneath her arms.
***
A steady jostling awakened Mariah, and she lifted her head away from the smear of saliva that lay slick across her cheek. Realization set in, and she whimpered despite herself. Something-it felt and tasted like a rubber ball-had been used to pry apart her jaw. A swath of fabric rendered her sightless.
She wiggled her body and found that her arms had been lashed behind her back, at the elbows and wrists. Her hands felt cold and swollen, as did her feet below the biting straps around her ankles and knees.
The motion and the rough, springy synthetic surface beneath her body told her she was in a vehicle of some sort. All was eerily quiet save for the whisper of the drive train directly below her ear. The silence was more frightening than anything else, making worse the calamity inside her mind.
She grunted and strained against her bindings, but was overcome again, and let her head fall back to the carpet.
***
For the second time, jostling awakened Mariah. Her arms had been spread and raised above her, her legs splayed beneath. Bound tightly at ankles and wrists, blindfolded and gagged, she could only move her head when she strained to hear anything that would give her a sense of place. Again saliva flowed freely from the corners of her mouth. It had run down her chin and neck, and soaked into her shirt collar.
“You’re finally awake, pet. I was hoping I’d have to tease you back to life.” A chuckle punctuated the softly spoken words. The casual tone sent shivers up her spine. Relaxed confidence and sheer power emanated from the presence before her. This was him! Professor Hand from online.
But it had all been conjecture, hadn’t it? The hypothetical ‘Oh, yes, there I’d be,innocently walking to my car, and Bam! There you’d be, to swoop in and take meaway from all this.’ She’d laughed as she’d typed the words.
It wasn’t so funny now.
She flinched when his hands settled upon her chest to unbutton her blouse, trembled while the fingers moved lower. He tugged the shirttails from the waistband of her slacks.
“And who would have thought someone dressed so primly would be wearing a red lace bra under all that office attire? Hmm?” Disapproval shaded the voice, and Mariah felt a flush spread from her chest to her cheeks. Her blouse was peeled away and ripped along the seams. An icy sliver of metal pressed to her shoulder and the straps of her bra sprang free. Realizing he held a sharp implement made her shudders become convulsive. He shushed her while his fingertips traced the outlines of her nipples beneath the lace. “Careful, pet. This is very, very sharp.
You wouldn’t want to get cut now, would you? I certainly would hate to see that, precious.”
“Nnnnnnnggggggggggph!” The scream fell impotent against the ball gag, and spittle sprayed from her lips.
“Oh yes, pet. Do sing for me,” her captor purred. He pushed roughly beneath the cups of her bra and pulled until the material fell away. “And your tender buds are aching for your Master’s touch, are they not?” He pinched and twisted her nipples, coaxed out of her another ineffectual, muffled scream.
“Your photos don’t do you justice. Your hair is a charming deep auburn. Not the
‘plain old red’ of which you spoke. And your body is nothing to be ashamed of, pet. All these exquisite curves and swells. No hard lines there. I can cup my hands around your lovely roundness, anywhere I please. You are Modigliani beautiful.” He trailed his fingers lightly downward, following the valleys and rises of flesh.
The cold air against her exposed skin heightened her sense of vulnerability. She couldn’t move beyond the weakest of tugs, but still she twisted against the restraints.
His hands slid over her tummy to the fastening of her slacks. With a sharp tug, the button ripped from its roots, and the zipper tore from its seams. For a moment, all was silent except for the tinkling of the button bouncing across the floor. He shoved a hand inside her panties, and his breath came in huffs that tickled the fine hairs on her belly.
“Red lace to match, my little slut? You knew I was coming for you. You were ready for me. Good pet.” His fingers pushed further between her thighs, entering her for an excruciating second before quickly pulling away. She heard an intake of breath and knew, even before he spoke, he was smelling her scent upon his fingers.
“Mmm…pet. Do you know what this scent says to me? Hmm? It says ‘Mine’.” With that, he brought the blade down the legs of her pants and ripped them from her body. He sliced the panties away next, leaving her open and laid bare.
A tingling of an entirely different nature jiggled her thighs. A washcloth scrubbed her skin, and her nose prickled with the scents of soap and urine. Only then did she realize that she’d released her bladder sometime during her ordeal.
“Tsk, pet,” the voice continued, “you’ve certainly managed to get yourself messy this evening.” A hand slid up the inside of her leg, and her muscles twitched in response to his touch. “I’m afraid that just will not do.” The hand curved around her buttock, then pulled away and fell with a reverberating ‘slap!’ across her flank. “You will maintain your personal hygiene, pet.”
The washcloth invaded her labia and felt as if it scrubbed her raw. Her whimpers turned to sobs.
“Here is what I expect of you.” His voice faded as he turned away, and she heard the tink of metal tapping metal and a splash of water.
“I expect you to be clean and presentable at all times. Starting with this.” The hiss of aerosol filled Mariah’s ears, and something cool and wet hit her skin. He smoothed it across her mons and down, following the curves of her sex. She felt the scrape of what had to be a razor, and the vagueness of her shock gave way and she cried out for mercy.
“Nnnnugh! Feezzz! Schah!”
“What was that, pet?” His bemused tone conveyed that he knew exactly what she was saying.
“Mmmmph!” She strained again, but the only direction she could move brought her closer to his hands. Her treacherous body reacted to the heat.
“Oh, you want me to stop? You’d rather I didn’t shave you, is that it?” The razor clattered onto metal, and Mariah’s nerves sprang to electrified attention trying to sense his next move.
Creaks and groans of pulleys and ropes echoed through the room, and the frame to which she was lashed reclined a bit further. Her mind was a flurry of desperate thoughts. As a fantasy, as something to talk about and even yearn for, it had all been perfectly acceptable. But this? The real thing?
She felt him looming over her midsection, and a warmed washcloth dabbed away a small section of lather from her pubes. She jumped when a tuft of the short, curly hairs ripped from her skin. Fresh tears sprang to her eyes and she tried in vain to move herself away.
“Hhhmmmmmph! Hmmmmm…hmmmm…hmmm!” She screamed against the gag, taking deep gasps of air through her nostrils.
“Oh, does that hurt, pet?” His voice became hard and cold. “Lesson one, pet. My way is best. Yes?”
Mariah panted, but refused to respond.
“Yes!” He pinched flesh with cool metal and twisted until she cried out and nodded her head. “Good pet. That’s a good girl.”
He released the skin, smoothed it over with the washcloth, and continued his ministrations. He shaved across, then down between her folds of skin, tightening her nether lips between thumb and forefinger when the blade crossed the tender flesh.
“Now, pet, you will keep this clean and smooth, yes?” Mariah nodded her head slightly. “Good, pet. You learn quickly, my sweet. And things will be all the better for it.” His breath was hot in her ear. Fingers smoothed down her clean-shaven mons, slid easily between her outer lips and circled her clitoris. He tunneled two fingers inside, shoving them as far as they would go, and her wall of fear melted against his palm.
“Wet,” he murmured. “Slick with it, pet. Is it anything like you’d imagined? Is this what you wanted?” He jerked his fingers into her G spot, pulled them away, swirled the fingers of the other hand around her pulsing clit.
She moaned and pushed against the fingers, not sure if that was the correct response, not sure she cared. This was what she’d said she wanted, wasn’t it? All those hypothetical discussions, masturbating over the phone, listening to what he’d do to her if he had her in his snare.
He removed her gag, but held his fingers to her lips to keep her from speaking.
“Is that good, pet? Enjoying your reward?” Mariah whimpered in response and pushed harder. She felt his body descend, then jumped as his mouth, wet and hot, replaced the fingers on her lips. He sucked deeply, drew her tongue out into his mouth.
He retreated again, and Mariah heard the whispers of fabric and a zipper coming down.
Her nerves on point, she tried to prepare for what was to come.
To her surprise, the creaking of pulleys and gears filled her ears, and her rack rotated slowly, coming to a stop when she was fully inverted. She opened her mouth to form a question, but fingers gripped her chin and held her jaws agape. He slammed himself down her throat, flattening her nose against his testicles, and leaned in with his full weight before pulling back to ease into a steady rhythm.
Mariah could only catch gasps of air through her flared nostrils on the occasional back stroke that pulled him out far enough to clear her airway. He cooed and groaned, and leaned in to place his mouth upon her, this time on her sex. Pulses of sensation launched through her entire body.
Other noises that she was unable to identify filtered into her awareness. His finger circled her anus, tickled and probed, coaxed her sphincter to twitch and contract.
“Virgin territory, pet?”
He chuckled, burrowed his finger inside, hooked into her painfully, forcing the ring of muscles wide for something he shoved into place. Her anus snapped shut on the intrusion, and she suffered the sensation of a cool base sitting snuggly against her soft, puckered skin.
Through a red haze, and the constant rhythm of his thrusts into her mouth, Mariah heard a vibrator switch on. The initial low thrum became a high whine, and the walls of her vagina gaped in anticipation. The phallus slid inside, and he fastened it into place, wrapping what felt like laces around her thighs. The steady humming throbbed inside her innermost regions, and she was reduced to tremors and sweat.
Again his mouth lowered to devour her, and his head thrashed between her legs. His hands snaked between their bodies. With a vice-like grip, he seized her nipples and twisted them in opposite directions. His thrusts came faster, harder, more intense, and Mariah was overwhelmed with it all, feeling an intense orgasm gathering itself to erupt, overshadowing her fight for air.
“That’s it, pet!” He gasped as he thrust. “Come for me! Give it to me! Now!” He roared and jerked into her mouth. Pulses of semen choked her until she remembered to swallow. A massive release washed over her body, rocking through her again and again, and her strangled cries joined his breathless praise.
“Yes, pet. Come for me! Good girl! That’s my good pet!” He sucked her clit and lapped at the edge of the vibrator as he spent his last into her throat.
“Clean me, pet. Suck me dry, my little cum slut. That’s a good girl. And not a drop spilled. Extra points for good behavior your first time, little one. Indeed.” He groaned once more and jerked into her, grasping her ankles and holding tight. “Oh, pet! You are ripe! You are so fresh. So good. Such a good little pet.” He sagged against her and rested his forehead on her thigh.
He stepped back, and his flaccid penis slipped from her mouth. He spun her upright once again. He kissed her deeply then, and afterward replaced the gag, strapping it securely into place.
“Only a taste, pet.”
Mariah's head sagged against her shoulder.
***
Mariah spent quiet hours in a cage after their first session, huddled against the cold cement floor, shivering within leather straps that crisscrossed her body. Her knees were held to her chest. A cruel steel bar spread her thighs. And in her mouth, a phallus, secured tightly by a wide leather band that ran around her jaw and buckled at the base of her skull.
To this buckle were fastened several more straps, securing a leather sheath that encased her arms from just above the elbows, all the way to her fingertips. She lay awkwardly on her side, and had only managed to sleep sporadically for unmeasured amounts of time. Thoughts of her ‘other life’-her real life-began to fade.
The next day he had a new lesson for her. As he pulled her from her cage and strapped her to the rack, he warned her of the importance of compliance. He required certain actions, like the tumblers in a lock, before he released her to ecstasy.
He began slowly, teasing, taunting, edging her closer and closer, but never quite taking her all the way to completion. Each time she was close to coming without permission, he would stop and strike her with a rod until hot welts rose on her flesh.
After what felt like hours, almost insane from the throbbing of enflamed thighs and the nearness of climax, she issued her first, “P-peash?” He crammed his staff inside her and held himself there, his trimmed pubic hairs prickled against her smooth-shaven skin. “What, pet? Please what? More? Oh, I have plenty more to give, dear one.” He continued pumping while stimulating her erogenous zones with his fingers and various other tools. She was a mass of tremors and chattering teeth, and still he slid in, out and back again
“P-peash, Shah? Peash, muh Uh?” The shame of mumbling those words, the act of admitting her need, somehow thrilled her to the core, and she clenched around his shaft, aching for him to bring her over the top.
He paused then, and prompted her through the rest of her script. “May you what, pet? Hmmmm? What do you want, my little one?” He stroked her trembling cheek and brushed the back of his fingers across her clamped nipples.
“Peash Shah, mah yuhr peh cmm?” she finally gasped. Through the ball gag, slick with her foaming saliva, it sounded nothing like English. He understood, though, and counted backwards slowly from ten while tweaking her body into full explosion, pumping vigorously, near climax himself. Her body coiled and held against the tide until he reached the magic number ‘one’, and his words of encouragement were all but lost in her cries and sustained moans.
“Now, my little cum-pet. Good, girl. That’s a gooooood girl.” His pace quickened. He shuddered inside her, ready to burst.
The relief almost surpassed the release. Every muscle, tendon and nerve ending sang with the rush. It was the most powerful feeling Mariah had ever experienced, and she found herself relishing in the ‘letting go’ of it all. The fact that she had no choice freed her to simply react. That she was rewarded for reacting as instructed was not lost on her-and thus her satisfaction was two-fold.
A lesson learned quickly garnered praise most treasured. He showered her in adoration, bathed and groomed her, stroked her hair as it dried and cooed to her softly.
“What a proud and happy owner you make me, pet. I am lucky to have one such as you.”
***
The most difficult lesson began with whispers and tugging of the fasteners of her hood. She lay on her blanket on the floor of her cell, arms sheathed behind, legs strapped four ways.
“Another step ahead, pet. Another opportunity, another reward. You mustn’t open your eyes in my presence, pet. You are not yet ready to understand.” She kept her eyes squeezed tight, but his words echoed in her mind.
Understand? What’s to understand? I’m not stupid. Her eyelids popped open, but sprung tight when a blast of air burned her retina.
“Keep. Them. Closed.”
She cowered at his calm, icy tone. When he was most quiet, he was most angry, and she was most in danger of being disciplined. Her eye stung beneath the lid, and she wished her hands were free to rub some moisture back into it. She tried blinking quickly, but was rewarded with a shot of air in the other eye.
“Keep them closed, else you’ll get the hood, and I will not be pleased, pet.” He pinched the alligator clips on her nipples.
No. She did not want him to be disappointed. She wanted him to be proud and happy.
She whimpered and shook her head, leaning in to place her head upon his lap.
“Good girl. That’s a very good girl.” He stroked her hair, caressing from her crown to her shoulder, then down her side and over her hip. With a swift movement, he latched on to the inside of her thigh, simultaneously pulling her up onto her elbows and knees, and spun her on her blanket so that her backside swayed in front of him.
“I love my little pussy pet. Always wet, always ready.” He shoved a huge dildo into her vagina, gripped her hips and slathered her anus with his tongue. “No muffles this time, pet. No gag for you.”
He curled over her back and undid the buckles of her ball gag. She pushed it out with her tongue, flexed her jaw a little, but kept her face pressed against the floor. He leaned away from her, and with one thrust buried his cock to the hilt in her rectum.
Instinctively, she pulled away, but his fingers locked into her thighs and held her on point. He pounded into her. It stung. Then it burned, and she grunted and cried with each thrust.
He slapped her hard across the left buttock. “Don’t clench, pet! Release your muscles!” He smacked her again, harder this time, and she felt a numb spot growing where his hand left its impression. “Release!” With a wall-rattling scream, she sagged to the floor, letting all of her muscles relax, relying on his grip on her hips to hold her aloft. The friction of his shaft, hot and smooth against the inner walls of her anus, began to grow and warm and radiate. She became aware of the sensation of the dildo rubbing against his invading member, with only the thinnest membrane between them. Soon she began to rock back to him, moaning with abandon, eyes closed tight, riding him as he rode her.
“Oh, good pet. That’s it. Good, good pet.” He gripped her tighter, and his thrusts became more calculated and deliberate. “I want you to sing for me, pet.” One hand snaked around her leg, fingers sliding in to punish her clitoris.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Out of control, oblivious to the world, her one task and only focus in life: to relish this moment and show her appreciation. She had but one syllable, it seemed, and it poured from her until she was unable to catch her breath and her voice became a hoarse whisper.
Her cheek grew raw from scraping against the concrete where the blanket had been pushed aside, but the irritation was far away from her awareness. She plunged back, savoring the sound his testicles made as they collided with the dildo. His breathing turned to sighs and moans, and he counted down with each thrust, from five this time, as eager as she to climax.
“Oonne!” He growled, and crashed into her so hard his hipbones bruised the flesh of her buttocks. “Sing, pet!” He slapped her in time to his thrusts, and her mouth shot wide to elicit that one syllable, not over and over, but in a long, sustained howl that originated in her belly, and swelled and bloomed and exploded out of her mouth. She was a good girl. She was his pet.
When he bathed her after, he cooed and sighed happily, and she couldn’t stop smiling.
***
He came and opened her cage, then hefted her into his arms. Setting her on a table, he spun her around to face him, removing her gag as he spoke.
“Now, pet, you have been with me for two full days and nights. It is time for you to choose your path. As I said before, all things are at your discretion.” He cupped her face in his hands. “I will bring you to a phone and leave you for a while. If your desire is to remain in my keeping and complete your training, then you will call and terminate your employment. You will then call your closest friend and tell her that you have a family emergency and need to be away for a while.
“I will, of course, support you during the time you are with me, pet. You’ve no need to worry about your home. You will always have a home with me, and I will keep you well.”
With that, he brought her somewhere else and set her down. “I will step out, then you may remove the blindfold and open your eyes.” He released her arms from their sheath and detached the bar from between her legs. He then tied her hands in front, allowing a small amount of movement.
After the door clicked shut, Mariah blinked in the brightness of the small room. She leaned back against the couch on which she sat and contemplated her bound wrists.
Is this what I want? A thrill washed over her when she thought of having someone keep and care for her. No decisions to be made. No responsibilities save for his expectations.
She dialed the phone.
When she’d completed her calls, she replaced the covering over her eyes and leaned back onto the cushions. It wasn’t long before he returned.
She heard the phone beep, as if he checked the caller ID. The phone clattered into its cradle.
“Oh, pet.”
He dropped between her knees and leaned in, spread her legs and kissed her vulva.
Gently, he stroked her labia with his tongue, alternately penetrating her and circling her clitoris until she moaned softly and placed her bound hands on top of his head. His hair was full and thick between her fingers, and she clutched instinctively when he pulled away from her grasp.
A click and a light buzzing sound foretold her fate. Working quietly, he slid a slender, lubricated vibrator into her anus, pulled straps around her thighs and secured them with buckles at her hips. He planted his hands firmly on her sides and slid his cock into her, pumping slowly and moving his hips in lazy circles. He raised her arms above her head, pinned them against the wall, then leaned in and whispered in her ear.
“You’ve made me so happy, my pet.” With that, he hastened his pace, grunting softly in her ear until he climaxed and collapsed on top of her.
Mariah cried quietly, the cloth over her eyes soaking up her tears. What have I done?
***
She woke to his gentle hands. He hushed her, and quieted her tremors with a soft, warm blanket that he folded around her battered frame.
“You are my pet, yes?”
She nodded and stroked her cheek against his shoulder.
Taking her hand, he held her palm upright and wrapped her fingers around a thick, leather strap that jangled while she explored it with her fingers.
“Do you choose this of your own free will, pet?” She nodded again and mewled through her gag.
“Then go on, pet. Put it on. Clasp it tight.” She did as instructed, squeezed the cool metal of the lock and it clicked into place.
“I’ll hold the keys, pet. I’ll hold them dear, as I hold you. But know that they are yours for the asking. Though I would give them with a heavy heart.”
***
When she woke again, she was lying in a bed, right arm cuffed to the opposite post so as to keep her on her side. Her collar was likewise latched to a slender chain, which in turn attached to an eyehook in the headboard. She had reached a new level of reward.
She stretched her legs, savoring the freedom of movement, scissoring them between the sheets and wiggling her toes.
She opened her eyes and drank in the natural light coming from a long narrow window set high in the wall.
She heard him coming and snapped her eyes shut, but couldn’t still her legs before he opened the door.
“Good morning, precious. Did my little one sleep well? Hmm? Nice and comfy?” She whined happily, yearning for him to cross the room and join her. “Today, pet, we graduate to a new level.” The mattress sagged under his weight.
“To me, pet,” and she obediently moved toward him and felt along his legs until she rested her cheek on his thigh. Stroking her back, he told her of his new expectations: new levels of responsibility, and with these, more mobility.
She tensed at the idea of free roam. Just the thought of being without the security of her tiny space, even this new room, was almost more than she could bear, and she whimpered pitiably.
“What is it, pet? Are you not ready for your new station? It is a place of pride, and I want you there, precious. I want you by my side. This is what we’ve trained for. This is your true calling. Can you not feel it?” His hand slid between her buttocks, his fingers dipping into her wetness. “I can feel it, pet.” He rose from the bed and unlatched her wrist and leash. He tugged lightly on the latter, encouraging her to sit up and slide to the edge of the bed. A few more gentle pulls, and she was standing, then following behind him, eyes closed, fully entrusting herself to his guidance.
The echo of his boots suggested she was in a small room. The tone of those echoes evoked images of ceramic tiles and porcelain fixtures.
“Now, pet-I’ll leave you to tend to yourself. There will be no peeking, little one. I may be watching. Directly in front of you is the sink. You’ll find tooth and hair brushes to your left and right respectively, and you’ll feel the shower door immediately to your left.”
The door slid shut and she heard the lock snap into place. She immediately began her task, humming to herself as she did so. While in the shower, she ran her fingers lightly over the ledge until they stumbled across the razor she knew she would find.
Carefully, she inched her way up her legs with her fingertips and followed with the razor.
She shaved until not a single prickle of stubble marred her silky skin.
No sooner did she shut the water off than she heard the door opening, and he folded her into a warm, fluffy towel. She sank to her knees with instinctual reverence, but he stopped her with firm hands on her shoulders and drew her to himself. His hands grazed down her body.
“Very, very good, my pet. Very, very good.”
She sighed into his chest and melted into his embrace. Never had she been more content. His magnificence flowed through her with a current so strong as to make her extremities tingle.
He led her back to the bed and gently bound her arms and legs, spread eagle style.
Sliding between her thighs he inspected her shaving prowess with his fingertips. Lightly stroking her belly, he kissed her, sucked at her vulva and swirled his tongue around her clitoris. Groaning, he slid his hands beneath her hips and held them aloft. “I think someone deserves a reward.”
***
“Yes, pet. You remember.”
His thumbs stroke from her eyelids, to the bridge of her nose and down, then softlyacross her lips.
“Open, pet. Open those beautiful wanton eyes and gaze upon your Master.”Straining against her strict conditioning, she forces her eyes to open, blinking andflinching in anticipation.
He takes a step back and encourages her scrutiny, spreading His arms. She focuseson His face first. Her gaze travels down His average build-in all His drab normality.
He could be anyone. But He isn’t. He is her Master, and she weeps at His beauty.