I
She stood in the circle of candlelight, waiting for him to approach her. In one hand he held a collar, narrow leather with a chain across the front, and in the other he held a small cat of four tails made of leather thong. The candlelight glinted off his golden brown hair as he moved to stand next to her, in front of the altar.
She knelt in front of him and let her head drop so that he could only see the top of it as she waited for him to speak. She felt his hand stroke across the top of her head lightly, only then noticing her own trembling. His touch calmed her.
In the quiet of the room, his voice rang out with a firmness that reassured her like nothing else could. "What do you want of me, little one?"
"I wish to be your slave. For as long as you will have me, until I no longer please you." As she finished, she looked up at him and saw the slight smile on his lips, and knew that she had made the right decision. He slowly joined her on his knees and reached around her to fasten the collar around her neck.
"From this moment on, you are mine. You will come to me for the right to do anything, and you will defer to my wishes. You exist to make my life happy and joyful, and you will perform that duty to the best of your ability." Standing again, he took up the small cat and lashed her three times across the back, making her gasp and shudder.
Grabbing her hair, he used it to throw her onto the bed, and quickly tied her to it face up. He reached for the knife that he had placed close to the bed, and quickly flipped it open. He ran it over her skin, an unholy gleam in his eyes. Each stroke left small welts across her pale skin, and she whimpered loudly from the pain that it caused.
Without warning, he dropped the knife back to beside the bed, and loomed over her until his mouth was pressed against the marked skin above her breast. She felt his teeth, then, grinding the skin between them until she screamed and the flesh tore, spilling her blood into his mouth.
Letting out a savage growl, he grabbed up his black suede flogger and lashed it against her stomach and breasts, one tail catching and smearing a thin trail of blood. As she writhed under the lashes that tore at her, she heard his voice, echoing in the room and down through her soul: "You are mine, little one. Forever, by your own choice. And your choice has earned you pain and pleasure at my whim."
He watched the tears flow down her cheeks as his arm continued its unending rhythm of pain.
II
Her body moved against her will as she tried to compensate for her uncomfortable position and the uneven ground. He moved her arms further apart, tying them to the branches of the trees on either side of the trunk and forcing her higher on her toes. She tried to shift her weight again to keep the sensitive skin along the inside of her arms from being scraped over the rough bark. His body leaned into hers, pressing her bare skin against the trunk of the tree as he whispered into her ear, telling her what he had planned for her.
The suede tails of one of his floggers trailed over her body. Without thinking, she leaned her body towards the soft touch. As she moved, the tree's rough bark scraped over her skin, bringing a soft whimper of pain out of her. The soft stroking continued until she was purring contentedly and then she heard the whoosh of the approaching suede. Felt it snap into her body and leave a trail of blazing red across her back. The burning started and she danced away from the stroke that she knew was coming. Each stroke left her more and more within herself and yet more aware as well. His arm pulled back over and over and set the rhythm as she danced for him, the dance of love and of pain and of pleasure all combined...
His body came against her bound one firmly, pressing against her tender skin. This time he joined her in the dance, their bodies moving together in harmony. He pleasured her in a different way this time.... showing her his love, his caring, his power...his complete domination of her..........
III
In the velvet blackness of her room, she lost herself to the dream of her love and Master. Her longing for them to be together was terrible in its strength, and drover her to try to please him while he was far away.
She made her decision and put on the collar that he had given her, and slowly stripped off her clothes. Then she sat back onto the bed and waited. Waited for the phone to ring, her Master to give her instructions...
His voice was velvety in the inkiness of the room. Her hands trailed lightly over her body, knowing that he liked them to, just barely touching her warm skin. Balancing the phone, she placed her tightest clothespins on her nipples, whimpering as they tightened on her sensitive body. She picked up another set and closed one on each of her nether lips, spreading them as she does so. Her body twists on the bed, rumpling the sheets as the ridges on the pins dig into her.
His next command she balked at, but realized that she could never disobey. Picking up another of the tightest pins, the slowly teased her clit with it until she can enclose it firmly. Her low, keening moan echoed throughout the room and into the phone where she could hear the harsh breathing of her master...
She knelt in the middle of the bed, exposed to the street below through the open window. Against the backdrop of bushes, she could see the figure of a man. And knew he was watching her. Knew that, as she did as her Master bid, he saw all of it. The touching, the caressing, the whipping that she gave herself. And now he was going to see the last part. She slid the vibrator into herself and started to stroke it in and out, while tugging gently at the clothespin on her clit..........
IV
I crouch down in front of you, waiting for your directions. The leather flogger swishes throughout the air and thuds into my back once more. Biting back a cry of pain, I remain still as you whip me again and again, flailing my back and leaving it red. My body trembles at your feet as you take your anger at my disobeying you out on my body.
Your hand darts into my hair and pulls my head back sharply to look into your eyes. "You will not do that again. Do you understand?" Whimpering softly I tell you that I won't. "Good. Now. Get your mouth busy and show me that you can do something right." I move between your spread legs and lick at your bare body, your rigid cock as it juts up away from you. Punishing me is always a pleasure for you and you need your release. Again I feel your hand in my hair as you push my mouth down onto you and you force your way into my mouth. I quickly start to suck on you and slide you in and out of my mouth...hoping that I can make up for what I have done to displease you.
My back hits the floor as you throw me down onto it and come down over me. I can feel your body pressing into me and moan softly. "That's what you want, little slut, isn't it? You want your Master to show you who you are." You quickly start to slam into me and make me cry out. "You want to be made to submit, don't you? Hmmmm? You want to know that you are owned by me."
Lying in your arms, I feel you kiss me gently and bask in the warmth of your desire for me, your love................
V
Kneeling by the bed, hands behind my neck I wait for you. Laid out on the bed are the tools of our relationship. There, lit only by candles are the velvety, black suede toys that you cause my pain with, and my pleasure. The collar circling my neck claims me as yours as it has since that night so long ago when I knelt for you and asked to be yours. The night that I became your toy. The night that I became your slave. The night I became your love.
Over and over the leather swirls into my flesh, marking it, tearing it softly. Each stroke from your hand a pleasure and a torment. The light in your eyes as you beat me is a blazing fire, the need to hurt an unholy greed, and still you only tease...
The blade drags slowly across my body as you let id dig into me occasionally. I can feel the flat of your newest toy as it drags across my stomach to scratch the tip across sensitive skin. Feeling it trail between my thighs, I clench my muscles tighter to keep from moving. The blindfold over my eyes hides you from view, but I can feel you moving ever lower with the sharp point, scratching and hurting me as you push the point against my clit. And lower still you go, my cries no deterrent to what you will do. Slowly you push the blade into me, and slowly begin to let it slip in and out before withdrawing it completely. For a moment I relax, but then you slam it back into me and start to fuck me hard with it. My voice screams out at you to stop as my body responds to what you are doing. You rip the blindfold from my head and I can see the unholy fire in your eyes again as I attempt to get away. But that is useless and you continue to pound the knife into me. Flashing in the light, the blade glints in your palm as you smile and drive the hilt in deeper.....
VI
The glittering mirrors glowed softly with reflected candlelight that set her body into a shimmering swirl of color. She knelt on the hardwood floor with her hands tied behind her hands with a royal satin scarf. A cool breeze blew across her skin and caused her to shiver and wish for the covering blackness to be removed from her eyes. The black cloth caused her auburn hair to appear even brighter than it was.
The quiet tread of her Master could be heard as he lightly swung the suede flogger that she adored around her, teasing, making her wonder when this was going to start. And then she heard nothing but silence..........
The room looked different somehow, more like a chamber of torture. Across the floor were more floggers, several with traces of blood on them. Reflected in the mirrors was the beauty of a slave in submission to her Lord and the leather that he was using on her lashing into a back crossed with fiery red welts, some bleeding as they were struck repeatedly.
There was an almost unbearable joy on her face as each stroke landed and was followed by another until she could maintain the position that she held no longer and she collapsed down onto the floor, but still it went on...
VII
She kneels at the side of the bed, her hands behind her neck as she waited for her master to enter the room. Hearing his footsteps, she tenses. He walks in and closes the door with a solid thump and walks over to her. Whirling her around, he pushes her to her knees and quickly puts a blindfold over her eyes. Kicking her arms from under her, he pulls them behind her and wraps a belt around her wrists and pulls them high behind her back...
His body thrust sharply into her ass as he pinned her to the ground and forced her to take his weight. She felt her face pressed against the wood floor as he used her for his pleasure, slamming deeply into her as he took his pleasure from her body, uncaring how she felt...
VIII
He threw her on the floor with a sudden change of mood, flung himself on top of her and thrust in deeply. Her voice cried out in mixed pain and pleasure as she felt him drag her to her knees to slam into her again and again from behind...
IX
He sank to his knees in front of his love, his Lord and Master, as he slowly took the rampant cock in front of him into his mouth. He could hear his Master sigh in pleasure as he was enveloped. Slowly, ever so slowly, he started to swing the heavy suede into his slaves back, admonishing him not to use too much teeth when the pain started...
