It had been a long, tiring
day.
He arrived home, and found he had to fumble in his pocket for
the key. "Strange," he thought. She'd always been there to open
the door for him before. It was one of the great things about
this new relationship. For years he'd come home and all the
welcome he'd got was silence, or a disembodied grunt. Since
the changeover he'd become very used to the door opening for
him, a kiss and a hug, with "Welcome home, darling." purred
in that enchanting accent.
Concern and annoyance mingled as he strode up the stairs. When
he reached the top, he stopped. She was there, on the landing
between the two rooms that comprised their new home.
She was kneeling.
As he looked at her there, with her long, dark hair spread across
her shoulders like a cape and her eyes cast down, he felt a
lump rising in his throat. She had a silver tray in her hands,
bearing a crystal glass of golden fluid. To his surprise she
was wearing a skirt rather than the jeans which she preferred.
"Welcome home, my beloved Master." He took the drink, putting
out one hand to stroke her hair while he sampled it.
"You've done very well, my little one."
"If I have pleased my Master, then I am happy." She set the
tray aside and looked, blue eyes sparkling.
"Is my beloved Master tired?"
"I have had a frenetic day, little one."
"Then would my dear Master permit his submissive to use what
skills she has to relax him?" As she spoke, she took his hand
and kissed it.
"I'd like that very much."
Taking his hand in both of hers, she began to massage it, rubbing
the back and the palm. She took each finger in turn and stretched
it. To his surprise, her action was highly effective, easing
the tension that had been building up all day.
"Could I have your other hand now, please Master?"
She repeated the process.
"And now your foot, Master, please." She was still kneeling.
Reaching forward, she took his foot and rested it on the angle
of her thigh. After she'd removed his shoe, she took off his
sock as well. His feet usually stank, but she didn't show any
sign of noticing.
She began to massage his foot. He was nervous, because his feet
were very ticklish. She was careful, and clever. She didn't
tickle him at all.
By the time she had done both his feet he was feeling much more
relaxed. He'd finished the drink, which probably helped.
"The next phase of the treatment will be better done in the
bedroom," she told him with a smile as she took the glass from
his hand.
"May I rise, Master?"
"But of course." He put out a hand to help her up. She curtsied
once she was back on her feet.
She lead him into the
bedroom, where the clothes he loved to wear at home were laid
out. Fresh and clean, they smelled of fresh air and flowers.
As he stood there looking, thrilled beyond words at the care
she'd taken for him, she turned to face him and began to unbutton
his shirt. He began to be aroused by the sensation of her hands
against his skin.
She folded his shirt over her arm, then relieved him of his
trousers. He'd expected her to strip him completely, then take
her own clothes off so they could make love. Instead she put
his clothes to one side, then laid a sheet across the bed.
"Please would you lay on this, dear Master? I can take away
the last tension from your muscles, if you will."
He obliged, and lay there enjoying the sensations as she used
scented oils and skilful hands to take the knots out of his
neck, back and legs.
Completely relaxed, at peace with the world once again, it took
him a few minutes to realise that she was talking.
"It would be easier to
help you dress if you could sit up, Master. Your submissive
can do many things, but physically humping your body about when
there is no need for it she would prefer to avoid."
"I'm sorry, little one." He sat up, and swiftly put on the clothes
she'd prepared for him. She knelt again. He took her chin and
tilted her face up until she was looking at him. He let his
eyes run over her face, the red and green collar round her neck
and down to where her skin disappeared under her blouse. His
other hand stroked her breast.
"You have done very well. I am so pleased with you."
"Thank you, my Master." She moved uneasily. "I will, if you
so desire, pleasure you with my body. I regret, though, that
if we take time for that, your supper may be ruined."
He smiled.
"You've put a lot of work into preparing a meal for us, haven't
you? So it would be very unkind of me to cause it to get ruined.
Let's eat, then we can share other pleasures together."
"As you wish, Master."
She led him through to the dining room, then went off to get
the food. As he settled at the table, he noticed that there
was only one place set.
"Where's your meal, little one?"
"I didn't think this
poor girl was suited to eat with her Master."
"Have you eaten?"
"No, Master."
"Doing that again, are you. You know what I think of you running
yourself or depriving yourself to 'prove' how submissive you
are, don't you?"
"Yes, Master."
"Well, I'll penalise you for that later. In the meantime, fetch
another plate."
He allowed himself a small smile as she left. It was all part
of the game.
"Come and kneel here,
next to me," he told her when she came back with a plate.
"Yes, Master."
"There's plenty of food for both of us," he went on, transferring
some to her plate. She stayed, kneeling, while he fed her in
between mouthfuls of his own meal.
After they had eaten he settled himself in the chair while she
cleared the table. She came to him with another glass of whisky
on the tray and knelt beside him, holding the tray so he could
use it as a table. He smiled, sitting back and enjoying himself.
"Do you require some
entertainment, Master?" she asked, quietly. He thought for a
minute.
"Yes, that might be just the thing. Don't forget you still have
a penalty to pay, though."
"I shall not forget, Master," she murmured, laying the tray
aside and standing up. He gathered she had prepared for this,
as well. She picked up a CD which just happened to be lying
next to the player and put it on. The music was slow, but with
a steady beat. Stepping back and away, into the small open space
of their room, she began to dance. Slowly she danced at first,
but then more energetically.
Eventually the music changed and she danced slowly again. Now,
as she moved round the room, she shed clothing. She had been
wearing underclothes, which he knew she didn't really like.
He was pleased beyond measure that she had done so for him.
When the music came to an end she stood there wearing only her
body jewellery and the marvellous tattoos that had decorated
her long before she came to him. It was time, he thought to
add to that collection.
She finished her dance kneeling at his feet, forehead on the
floor. He lifted her hair to admire the image painted into the
skin of her back. Running his fingers over it, as he loved to
do, he was aware that she was trembling.
"Is something wrong, little one?"
"No, Master, but your sub is aware that she has been a bad girl.
She has thought wicked thoughts many times, and gained her Master's
displeasure by devaluing herself. She is expecting her Master
to be angry, and to extract a severe penalty. Your submissive
is afraid of your anger Master, and begs that You be merciful."
"I promised you a penalty, little one, and a penalty you certainly
will pay. Now you tell me you have been thinking wicked thoughts
as well. I shall be forced to penalise you even more severely
than I had first planned."
She groaned, and he saw another shudder pass over her. "Forgive
me, please, my dear Master."
"Forgive you I most certainly shall. Wrongdoing, though, will
have to be penalised. Remain kneeling there until I have decided
on your penalty. Keep your head down, and remain silent." That
would be the worst thing of all, he knew. She really loved to
talk, and not letting her look at him was also something she
hated.
He kept her like that for a full twenty minutes. Then he bent
down and stroked her hair. "Right, little one. Stand up, and
get across my lap. I shall spank you very hard."
"Yes, Master."
She knelt on the seat next to him. Keeping her head bowed, she
lay across him, with her head on the arm of the chair and her
feet raised. He put one hand on her waist to steady her, stroking
her buttocks with the other.
He began to spank. At first the spanks were not hard, but they
came with a clockwork regularity. Her skin started to turn pink.
Stopping, he stroked her again, then returned to spanking, harder
this time.
After a few minutes she was beginning to wriggle as a result
of the spanks, moaning slightly. Her movements were having an
effect on him, too, and his arousal was becoming strong. He
presumed she could feel his erection digging into her.
When he stopped to stroke her again he found that she, too,
was turned on by the spanking. He'd expected that. As he continued
her writhing, and her moans of pleasure/pain, became stronger
and louder.
He stopped to stroke her again. She was very wet, and groaned
as he inserted a finger into her. Then she turned her head towards
him.
"Please, Master, may I come?"
"Most certainly not, little one. Not until I say so."
He spanked her again, spreading the spanks as always across
her buttocks, and down to the sensitive place where the curve
of her bottom met her thigh. He knew that the middle of that,
where the join of her thighs met the crack between her cheeks,
was the most sensitive spot of all.
"You want to come, little one. Then come NOW!" As he spoke he
delivered a hard spank to that 'sweet spot'. She gasped as it
landed, then threw back her head and began to yell as her orgasm
took control. He held her, stroking her, smiling, until she
had stopped twitching. As she relaxed, the next spank fell.
He stopped after a short series of hard spanks. His hand was
stinging as he stroked her reddened bottom.
"Master," she said quietly, "will you take me now, please Master?"
"No, little one. Another series of spanks must come first. After
that, I will take you."
"Thank you, Master."
They were the hardest spanks of all. She moaned at every one,
and there were tears forced from her eyes. It was only a short
series. His hand was becoming seriously sore, and he was massively
aroused by the way she was wriggling on his lap. Half turning
her, he bent to kiss her.
"All over now, little one. You've been very good in paying the
penalty, now you may have a reward for being so good."
"Can I, Master?" She slithered off his lap to kneel at his feet.
Her hands went to the bulge in his crotch.
"Can I have this for my reward, Master?"
He laughed.
"Go ahead, my little
one. Though I fear that reward will be short-lived."
"If Master will permit, I would like to take my reward several
times," she replied with a wicked smile. Her eyes met his.
"I will allow you to do that. But I suggest you don't delay
too long, or part of your reward will be wasted."
"Oh, Master, that would
never do, would it?" She reached forward to unzip his trousers,
then pulled them down, along with his undershorts. He eased
up on the chair to help her.
Once his erection was free, she stroked it, then bent her head
and kissed it. He gasped and bit his lip, catching her eyes
again as she looked up. With a small smile, she climbed back
onto the seat, this time straddling him with her legs. She smiled
into his eyes and began to unfasten his shirt. He ran the tips
of his fingers over her breasts, tweaking the nipples in a way
he knew she liked.
When his shirt was off she bent her head and kissed his nipples.
His hands went round her back and pulled her forward. Lifting
herself she complied until the tip of his member was resting
at her opening. He put his fingers under her chin and raised
her lips to his. Their mouths met. His tongue came out to fence
with hers. As their tongues began to dance she slowly lowered
her body so that she was impaled on him.
He groaned as she began to move her body up and down. He thrust
with his tongue to match her movements. One hand was on her
breasts, stroking, caressing, fondling the nipples. He wasn't
going to last very long, he knew.
"I'm coming," he muttered, as he felt his seed storming up his
member and out into her body. She writhed in his lap.
"Yes, yes, YES!" She screamed. He was aware, through his orgasm,
that she, too, had reached another climax. He pulled her nipples
and ran his hands over her until it was over.
Spent, they rested in each other's arms. He kissed her tenderly.
you so much."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Master," she replied with an arch
grin. "There is more to come, if I may use that word." She kissed
him lightly. "You've not been sleeping well, have you?. I mean
to alter that, tonight."
He smiled at her, touched
by her care. He would sleep, deeply, but perhaps not so long.
And not until this enchanting creature let him.
