Master Darius's blog: "Submission......Part II"

As his cold blue eyes regard her, she trembles lightly. She lowers her eyes to the floor, her heart sinking. As she thinks back to the evening, and what he asked of her, she knows there was something amiss in what he wished of her.. though her heart dreads what she thinks will happen, she sighs softly to herself. Rene speaks with a deep undertone to his voice to her. "thistle do you know what you've done wrong this evening?" As she shifts, he points to the floor at his feet, retrieving the glass from the mantle. Automatically, she moves to kneel before him, still noticing the bulge of his sex within his pants.. she breathes softly, trying to think..



She glances to the side, the bed that they share sometimes ..and sighsdeeply. Rene sips his drink, his eyes not leaving the form of his slave before him ..his anger builds slowly and she notices this as his breathing seems to change. She quivers now, her nude body tense, yet all the same, she notes the way her nipples harden more at this sensation of his anger. "You refused a few times, and you touched me in front of all those gentlemen." he gruffs.. She nods slowly, knowing this is all true. Even though, she had thought it was what he wished of her.



Soft sounds reach her now as she listens to it, the sound so familiar as her Master unzips his pants. Her breath catches as she realizes this, and a flush covers her cheeks suddenly. The touch comes unexpectedly as he reaches to touch her cheek ..his fingers trailing over it slowly, then to her chin ..raising her eyes to meet his blue ones. Within them, she sees that his anger is still there, but a bit more is there ..desire she sees now.



Slowly, he draws her up by placing his hands underneath her arms ..and she stands before him ..so unused to being on the same level with her Master, she wonders his intents. He sips his drink slowly, watching his slave, contemplating his next actions. A slow, yet evil smile graces his lips as he speaks in a deep voice, almost lined with the husky scent of sensuality.. "Did you think your actions this evening were correct my little slut?"



As she thinks of an answer, she knows in her heart she's done something to displease her Master .."No my Lord.." she answers him.. The sudden sound of flesh being hit reaches through the room as his hand strikes her breasts in a backhanded motion. He hisses softly to her, "Then next time, I expect complete submission, do you understand??" She nods slowly as a sigh leaves her lips, and her flesh burns with the passion of his anger.



"Fetch my whip from the closet my slave, the one that has the multi thongs." Rene gruffs. She moves slowly to the closet, knowing the one he has in mind, the wicked trails of it, the leather cured, the knots at the ends she knows so very well, remembering once of him using them upon her, the way they tore her flesh. And she thinks ..what have I done so wrong to merit this punishment? With a soft sigh to herself, she looks to all the whips and various impliments hanging on the wall on the inside of the closet. Her hands tremble as she touches the one he wishes..



She takes it in hand, and slowly returns to stand before her Master. The whip lies across her palms as she offers it to him ..slowly, he takes it... "Now, the standard position my slut, you know it.." Rene says.. She moves with a soft nod, knowing what he wishes, and turns around, her backside to him as she kneels to the floor ..her body totally nude and then leans forward, her forehead to the soft carpeting, her heart racing ..her buttocks raised, she prepares herself for his punishment.



A soft touch ..his fingers tracing over the outer lips of her sex take her unawares ..causing a deep gasp of fear, then pleasure to move through her, not understanding, yet not protesting his desires. Slowly, fingers part her pussy lips ..and again, she gasps as the cool air of the room slides along the heat of her exposed sex. What can he wish of me, she thinks. Slowly.. as her eyes close to this pleasure, she feels the cooler fluid moving over her sex as her Master deems to pour his wine over her exposed buttocks, trailing down to the lips of her sex. She trembles..



The drink dribbles down through the crack of her ass in a cold stream, down to the opening of her sex.. Rene watches this with a sadistic smile, then sets his glass to the side. His fingers roughly then, part her pussy lips, and his middle finger shoves into her, as roughly as his parting of them in the first place .. he cares not how she feels about this, but his cock rises harder as he watches the sway of her hips, the fevered look of the inner flesh of her pussy ..fully exposed to his eyesight.



Then the complete rendering of her soul to him as he picks up the whip, his arm arches back ..hesitating as his finger slips from the wet folds of her pussy .. She withers in an agony of desire, biting her lower lip and holding back on the moans on the edge of her lips as his fingers leave her sex. Her whole body quivers in anticipation, and the fear of what is to come. Nothing ...for long moments happens as her Master watches her body, seeing the way it undulates to thoughts of pure pleasure. His smile widens as he realizes that a mere touch would set her off.. and still, he sits, watching her. "Turn around ..spread your legs, show me your pussy, how wet it is, how you want to please me my pet." he says in a deeper tone.



She turns over at his biding, her cheeks flushed deeply red as she avoids his eyes. "Spread your legs, I said!!" he screams to her! She does ..though as she does, the tender folds of her pussy throb, in need she will not beg for. His gaze to her body increases his own desires as his sex rises, and he removes his clothing, slowly and methodically as he speaks to her.. "You want to suck my cock, don't you my little slut?" he asks her. Her moan answers him, her tongue traces her lipstick lined lips.. her answer to him.



As her eyes move to his rigid cock, she inhales deeply ..feeling a passion wash through her, as never before has it been this strong. Again, she thinks to what wrong she did ..her cheeks still flushed, knowing that perhaps she has done wrong in wishing to touch her Master and please him in the first place. Yes, she thinks ..that was it, wishing and desiring to please, the utmost thing in her mind, heedless of her own bodys desires, she wished that. Was it that wrong?



As he watches her eyes taking in the full, rampant sight of his cock, he slowly smiles, knowing what it is she craves as his arm arches back now, and releases, arching a long line of pain against her inner thighs that cause her to groan in agony ..he watches as tears form on her eyelids, delighted in the act itself.. the sheer pleasure of control he has over her. Again, the leather thongs bite her flesh, digging deeper as she tosses her head back and forth to the agony she must endure for his pleasure. He takes note of the fact that instead of pitying her, he loves seeing the way her tears stain her cheeks, how her body arches to the pain, how her flesh reddens and finally, as his strength overtakes him ..the blood that flows along her thighs at his bidding.



He drops the whip then, seeing that her agony has overtaken her. Control, ahhh.. she has so much of this, and he moves to her, lying beside her body and tenderly kissing her eyelids, the wetness of them, tasting the saltiness of her tears.. Slowly, he kisses her lips in a demanding passion as she moans deeply. This always arouses him.. taking what he wishes, when he wishes. Though as he demands, and takes as he wishes from her, he thinks that her defiant way of wanting to touch him in the public of the men, wasn't so bad, but he doesn't want her repeating this to anyone else. Not ..when he can have her so readily to himself, alone.



Her body flares in passion as the lashes decend upon her flesh ..she takes what he gives her with little thought to it being wrong. It is her life to serve, and so she does it as readily as she breathes. As he takes his anger out on her tender flesh, her hips rise to this pain ..for it enhances her own pleasures. She knows not if he knows this ..but the final act of his kisses tell her that perhaps he does. She endures, and gives her soul to this man that has taken her heart, her body, her mind and her very soul to places few have dared to even try ..and so, in worship of who he is, what he means to her ..her body becomes a receptacle to what his desires are.



As his kisses continue, they move from her eyelids as they lie closed, to the soft pout of her lips, suckling ..biting, teasing as he gives in to his own passions ..his cock so very rigid, throbbing deeply and he won't deny what he wishes of this woman that he controls. He moves over her, positioning his cock above her spread pussy, the moisture there abundant as he slides his cock against her mound.. not yet, he thinks.. she doesn't deserve anything he is not willing to give her.



Working his kiss, from biting her lower lip, drawing the blood that he tastes, he moves downwards, to her hardened nipples ..drawing deep moans from her at the sensations he sets there with his lips as they suckle first one, then the other into his mouth ..tighening his teeth about the tender points slowly.. he nips at them, almost drawing blood ..but hesitates to do so..



As she withers beneath him, he rises over her.. "Look at my eyes thistle.." She does so ..but her eyes seem to be glazed with a deeper passion ..and his hand arches back ..as if to strike her, pausing .. "Turn over.." he harshly says to her. His voice is laced with the way a Master commands his slave, but there is something more to it, a deeper passion. She turns ..her body sore, but willing ..throbbing deeply.



Her hips rise in the air, as she knows is the proper position he wishes of her and her thighs part, revealing the soft tender inner folds of her wet, sweet pussy. Then, she tries relaxing, but knowing his desires as well as she does, she tries to brace herself for what is to come from her Master.........