A story of longing....(cont..prt.3) (A fantasy...)
The lady-in-waiting's breath was still ragged as he
turned her over on the leather-bound table and again
tethered her one hand and then the other to opposite sides
of the table. With a click of a button, the bottom half of
the table folded under and her ankles were quickly cuffed
and tethered to the supports; her bottom rising up slightly
as he tilted the table so that her head was now a little
lower than her buttocks.
Even as the soft echoes of her last release diffused
thru her body, her mind began to reel at the possibilities
that this posturing of her body presented to him...HE who
had laid claim to her; body & soul. Again, she felt the warm
trickle of scented oil dribble over her shoulders, down the
back of her spine and even down the crack of her behind
where it oozed and trickled at the soft folds of her female
essence. Her hips began to softly gyrate at the ticklish
feel of the oil at her nether lips as his fingers began to
caress the oil into her skin, starting at her shoulders and
then slowly, sensually descending; down her spine to the
soft mounds of her behind; kneading sensitive points along
the way. Again, a warmth began to spread thru her body as
her skin tingled from the caresses. He paused momentarily at
the opening to her c**t and then massaged her there; his
fingers occasionally slipping in with soft, smooth strokes.
She again found herself moaning at his touch and her hips
moved against his fingers, straining to meet them as they
pushed inward. She was amazed to find herself responding so
quickly after her last release as soft shards of pleasure
began to build in her body once again. A small sigh of
disappointment escaped her lips as he left the area and
massaged oil into the skin of her inner thighs, the soft
skin behind her knees and down her calves to her feet.
The small, flat vibrator was still firmly in place and,
again, she startled slightly as it began to vibrate between
her legs. He left her side for a moment and when he
returned, he knelt in front of her and lifted her chin so
that she could look into his eyes. His hands softly stroked
her hair and softly he asked, "Are you ready for more, my
lady..." A soft smile framed his face and his eyes shown
with tenderness. She knew, at this time, she could have
said no...could have asked him to stop...and he would have.
But, she wanted to see this through...wanted to please him..
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wanted..yes, she wanted more, wanted to experience total
submission to him. She looked deeply into his probing eyes
and smiled..."I am ready, Master..." He smiled broadly and
lightly caressed her cheek. "So be it, my lady..." And,
with that, he quickly rose and moved to the end of the
table, centering himself behind her. The lady closed her
eyes and waited for him to begin....again! (tbc) MK
The lady sensed more than heard the sharp hiss as the
lash whipped thru the air. She quickly tightened her
buttocks muscles while drawing in a sharp breath. Her body
tried to dart sideways as if to flee what must come & then
her mind reeled as she realized that she did not feel the
sting on her bottom. He had lashed the soft leather beside
her, so close to her body that she felt a small wisp of air
stir beside her in its passage. Her head then whipped around
to look back at him to see what his next move would be and
his eyes locked with hers. As if disturbed that she could
move in such a way to be able to see what he would do next,
he left her and picked out something from the bag he carried
with him. Her Master quickly placed the soft leather collar
around her neck and fastened it. Then, he attached two
leather straps to the collar and teathered them to ring
holes on the table's sides. With the collar tethered in this
manner, the lady could only look ahead. The tethering was
not so tight as to cause constriction; only to keep her from
looking back at him. Again, he caressed her hair & smiled
wickedly. "This should keep you from being so curious, my
lady," he laughed softly. Then, he returned to the end of
the table. Again, she heard the sharp hiss of the whip and a
small yelp escaped her lips as, this time, it found purchase
on the soft, supple flesh of her bottom. Again & again the
lashes fell and the lady moaned with each sting; her hips
gyrating...searching for surcease from the burning warmth
which painted her flesh red. Tears began to form and fall
as he continued the whipping. She tried to center in on the
rhythm of his lashings in hopes to anticipate where & when
the next sting would greet her but to no avail. Just as she
would tighten her bottom, expecting the next sting...he
would pause until she began to relax and then...."whack"...
the lashes would strike her again.
Sensations began to build within her. With each
succeeding strike of the whip, wild fire from her bottom
seemed to mingle with the pleasurable sensations of the
vibrator between her legs. As the lashing continued, she was
amazed to find herself trying to meet the fiery sting of
the lashes instead of moving away from them. Her breathing
grew labored as she moaned and tried to toss & turn her
head. Tears streamed down her face and her body moved
wildly in its restraint. Her wrists and ankles tugged and
pulled at their restraints even as her body sought release
from the overwhelming sensations cascading within her.
Suddenly, the whipping stopped and she bucked as his
fingers thrust their way deep within the soft confines of
her sheath. Her release came upon her almost immediately as
he pressed on the small,flat vibrator; his fingers stroking
her & thrusting deeply. The lady-in-waiting cried out as
her release caused shards of exquisite pleasure to rush
through her body. Her cries and moans echoed off the stone
walls of the dungeon; first...loudly...and then more softly
as her release was spent......... Her Master quickly
untethered her as she lay there gasping for breath and
gathered her into his arms. He carried her over to a soft
couch, tenderly wrapped her in a soft blanket and then held
her tightly in his arms. His lips gently caressed her
forehead, her eyes, her cheeks and she closed her eyes and
sighed. "My lady," he whispered softly, "Rest. This was
your first time....we will explore more, later..."
The journey continues...........(A fantasy)...
The lady-in-waiting sighed softly & her eyelids fluttered
open. Staring down at her were the compelling eyes of her
master. "How long have I been asleep?" she asked as she
stirred from his arms & wrapped the blanket closely around
her. "Not long," he answered. He stood up and offered a
hand to her. "I would like you to get dressed now, my lady.
You have need of nourishment and, after that, I will take
you to my home. We have much to talk about."
As they dined by candlelight,the two soulmates discussed
the scene they had just completed. The lady's master probed
her with poignant questions drawing out her reactions to his
possession of her body and she tried to answer as frankly as
she could. Occasionally, as she recalled the way her body
responded to his touches, she would tremble with renewed
desire and her eyes shone brightly at the memory. Her master
smiled to himself as her face took on the far-away look,
knowing she was re-experiencing her submission to him. He
would then take her hand in his and softly caress it.
Before they left the restaurant, her master whispered
something in her ear. The lady blushed but nodded her head
and excused herself from the table. Moments later, she
returned and handed him the fine, lace panties which she
carried in her hands. As he helped her into her coat, his
lips brushed the tips of her earlobe. "From now on, my
lady...you are to be prepared for me at all times. You will
always wear a garter and hose, but that is all you shall
wear under your clothing. Any other undergarments will be
chosen by me unless I tell you otherwise." Again she
blushed but nodded her head in acquiescence to his command.
As they approached his home, she gasped in awe at the
sight of it. Nestled between tall trees was the most
beautiful English tudor she'd ever seen. It was made of
stone and brick with latticed windows. Inside, the decor
was of soft, muted colors and, in the great room, soft
leather couches and large high-backed chairs gathered around
a huge fireplace. As he toured her through his home, her
interest peaked as she followed him down the stone-carved
steps leading to the basement. He unlocked a door at one end
of the cellar, opened it, and bade her to enter. It was
dark inside the room and when he turned on the lights, her
eyes widened as she beheld a smaller rendition of the
dungeon they had just left. Along the walls were all sorts
of paraphenalia she had never seen before, nor could she
describe them. Shackles, large solid beams with chains
reaching down were seen; a large, leather-bound table was
also found in the middle of the room. Along the opposite
wall, a fireplace was situated. Again, a small shard of fear
coursed through her body as she slowly walked around the
room, occasionally stopping to inspect this item or that.
Her master stood in the doorway, his arms folded across his
chest and his legs parted slightly, watching her closely.
Finally he motioned her to follow him and they left the
dungeon to return to the great room.
For the rest of the evening, the two soulmates talked
incessantly of their desires and their plans. By the time
the midnight hour had been reached, an informal contract had
been reach between the lady and her master. Her master held
her tightly in his arms. "Then...we are agreed?" he asked.
The lady smiled softly and nodded. "Yes,master...we are
agreed." He smiled broadly. "Then, come with me..."
Her master took hold of her hand and led her up the
stairs and into the room in which they would share their
nights together. The lady scanned the room,taking in the
high, four-postered bed, the long, cloth-covered bench at
the foot of it, and at the fieldstone fireplace. Softly
woven braided rugs scattered the oak floors. She also
noticed the glass cabinet in one corner of the room and
thought she spied an assortment of whips,crops and what
looked like broad paddles of some sort but could not get a
closer look as he led her from the room through an open door
which led to the private bathroom. There, in the soft
lights streaming from the ceiling, he let go of her hand and
began to fill the large, oval tub with warm water. Then he
turned back to her and began to disrobe her. When she was
again naked in front of him he bade her to do the same to
him. Whether out of fear or desire..or both..her hands
trembled slightly as she unbuttoned his shirt and slid it
from his arms. As she went about her duty, his eyes watched
her every move. Occasionally, she would peer up into them
and her heart would beat wildly. His eyes looked as if they
could have devoured her. She quickly looked away as if
fearing that if she stared into them long enough, she would
be mesmerized by them. Working more quickly now, she helped
him out of the rest of his clothing. Bending down to help
him out of his pants, her head came into close approximation
with his manhood. It was quite apparent that he desired her
and he bent down and began to softly caress her hair. "I
would love to take you here and now, my lady...but, it is
not yet time. Before this night is through, however..."
And, he laughed softly as he stroked her tresses.
The two of them entered the tub together and he began to
wash her just as if she were a child. His soft gentle
caresses soothed her skin, especially those areas to which
he had administered the whip. As steam rose, a strange sense
of calmness centered within her and she closed her eyes and
leaned against the back of the tub and let the warmth of the
water and the caress of his hands relax aching muscles. She
did not even flinch when he gently pried her legs open and
lathered her bottom and the area between her legs. She
expected him to demand that she do the same for him, but he
just let her lay there and relax under his expert hands and
the soothing comfort of the water.
Later, his body glistening with moisture, he left the
tub and brought out 2 large towels. He rubbed himself dry
and then offered his hand to help her from the water. He
reverently toweled every part of her body as she stood there
watching him. From a closet situated next to the bathroom,
he donned black lounging pajamas for himself but, for her,
he only motioned her to sit on the bed. He left her side
and started a fire in the fireplace. The roar of the fire
that was soon blazing cast eerie shadows around the room.
Then, he turned back to her. Again, she recognized the
strange, commanding glint that shone in his eyes and she
drew in a sharp breath. Her heart began to beat wildly again
and a soft throb between her legs echoed her pounding heart.
He moved to the glass cabinet and opened it. From one of
the drawers, she watched him extract the leather cuffs and..
she gasped silently...and, one of the paddles. He turned to
her and smiled. Then, he moved towards her........
(to be continued)