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

Exposed to the elements, the light growing brighter, she contemplates her position against the tree, breathing steadily. She hears nothing behind her, the moments stretching out long as she awaits her Master and what he wishes of her. She tests her wrists, finding them tight, but not overly uncomfortable, then her ankles, and they too are snug, no chance of escaping, she knows this. The sounds of birds surround the small glade, then the rustling of the leaves as the breeze blows steadily. The silence is as much a torture to her as the thoughts of what might happen. Yet still ..she waits. She tries shifting, her hips scraping the rough bark of the tree, but she doesn't find this too uncomfortable, testing it as she moves lightly against it. Not sensing that her Master is nearby, and fearing he has left her, she turns her head to see where he might be. Nothing ..and noone seems to be nearby. Slowly, the realization that she is alone hits her. What if someone comes along and finds me, she thinks. What if some wild animal happens along and thinks her a meal.. she groans softly to herself, becoming a bit frantic as she again tests her bonds, finding them secure as she knew she would. Silence ...... how this torments her. The day brightens, and the sun breaks out over the trees to fall upon her exposed body, warming her.

Fear grips her heart as she hears footsteps falling behind her. She tries turning her head and cannot see. Her heart beats fast in fear, "Master?" she asks softly in a whispered voice.. Nothing, no answer.. and she trembles. Her entire body shivers, so unsure of what is behind her. No scent to let her know if it is animal, or man. Something touches her thigh, something wet and large, she senses. A deep moan comes from her as she tries again so look, and fails in this.. Her body seems to quiver uncontrollably now, she cannot help it as again her voice speaks to whatever, whomever it is behind her. "Please ..master? Is that you?" she whispers harshly, in a tone so fearful now. Again ..nothing, and no answer comes to her and her heart lurches in her chest as wetness again moves along her thigh, to the sensitive flesh of her buttocks. Closing her eyes, she tries blocking out the hot breath that flows over her inner thighs now, her legs spread, parted to whatever takes its pleasure from her. Then a soft grumble, and someone spreading the lips of her sex apart. It has to be her Master, she thinks. "Please my Master.." she cries out. Then a tremendous flare of pain as something thick and hard presses its way into her anus.. her head arches back and she screams to the silence of the forest. Then, it is gone as quickly as it happened. Hot breath caresses her neck as her Master leans close to her, his body hot along hers as he presses to her backside. "My little slut, were you frightened?" he asks.. She sighs in relief that it truly is her Master behind her, and so suddenly again, pain as his fingers reach around her and pinch her left nipple. She winces, breathing quickly as he awakens her body, saying nothing, only gasping through her parted lips. Slowly, that feeling leaves her also as he steps back from her, leaving her totally exposed once more. He moves around the tree, to face her, his eyes piercing hers as he unties her wrists, and then her ankles. "Let's go home my little slut." he says. She nods, looking down, not able to meet his eyes, feeling that this was some sort of test, and she has failed it. She follows him as he walks slowly back to the house. As they pass through the warmth of the forest, he pauses when they approach the statues in the garden. Sitting upon a marble bench, he motions her to him. She approaches, and stops, glancing up to one statue of a beautiful woman, flowing long hair that moves down to cover her exposed breasts. The stark whiteness of the statue catches her attention as she notes how real it seems to be.

Even the area of her sex is detailed, showing the parted lips of her sex, tapering down to full thighs, yet sensual as she stands looking towards the statue beside her. The other statue catches her attention as she looks to it, of a man, totally nude also. His chest is powerfully muscled, and his sex stands out in full erection as his eyes look towards that of the woman at his side, his hand causally holding the base of it. She blushes to note this boldness, and looks to her Master. All the while, he has noted how she looks to the statues, and nods to her with a downward gesture. And she kneels before him, knowing what the gesture indicates. Slowly, his fingers move through the softness of her hair, his eyes rising to the statues in the garden. "Are you aroused slave?" he asks her. She swallows slowly, and whispers. "Yes, my Master.." she won't lie to him, for she knows the consequences if she did. His palm moves to caress against her cheek, moving slowly to cup her chin and rise her eyes to look into his. This gesture is so soft, so warm, and so powerful as she looks into his eyes. "Over my lap slave.." he indicates this with his other hand in a gesture that shows her exactly what he wishes. She rises slowly, and moves to lie across his lap, her buttocks raised, and her eyes rising to watch the statues. Her breasts press to his outer thigh as her hips settle over his lap. He caresses her silken thighs with his fingers, touching, sliding his palm over the curves of her buttocks, seeming to test the firmness of them. Teasing, pinching and causing her to blush deeply as his fingers move to the soft groove of her buttocks, sliding through them as if it is nothing, to the soft pucker of her anus, where he pauses, touching and testing there also. He says not a word as she moans softly across his lap, her pussy throbbing slowly in time to this attention he gives her. "I will have this before the day is through.." he whispers to her, his breath warm as he leans near her ear, and softly kisses just below it. She shivers at this. His fingers move, as if reluctant to, sliding down to her opened and exposed sex, moving through the tender folds there as her moisture increases. She feels shame, yet also the thrill it brings her as his fingers explore her most sensitive areas. She feels the rise of his sex against her lower stomach as she lies passively across his lap. She almost envies him his control over his sexuality as her parted lips again issue a moan to the morning air.

Her eyes watch the statue of the man as her Master slides two fingers deeply within her sex, as if testing the walls, testing her moisture.. Slowly, he moves them in and out of her, his sex throbbing now along her stomach, his hips moving towards her as she feels it rubbing against her, the oils of his excitement touching her flesh. She inhales sharply as his fingers move deeper within her, her body tensing. Suddenly, the flare of pain as his other hand comes down harshly over her buttocks. "Did I tell you to become excited yet slave??" he growls to her. She quivers.. "No, Master.." she whimpers, and tries stilling her arousal, but fails as she moans. One, then two ..three and four, he continues to abuse her tender flesh as his hand falls in a steady rhythm upon her buttocks. They turn a deep angry red as his anger rises, his fingers he shoves into her as his punishment continues. Then his fingers leave her sex, and he continues to spank her sore buttocks. His smile seems sadistic as he continues, feeling the heat of her flesh against his hand, his sex throbbing in time to his opened palm as it falls in a steady rhythm against her upraised buttocks. Then he slows, and rubs his palm in a deep caress across her abused flesh. She cries softly to herself as her hips rise and fall of their own, the pain consuming her, yet she does not move to stop him, she knows better.

Tears stream down her cheeks and he ignores them. Her tender flesh burns hotly as she lies across his lap, her hips grinding down over the curve of his thigh. How she yearns to take her Masters cock into her mouth and worship him, but this, he also denies her as he grasps her in a hold to stand her upright, turning her towards the statues. "See how that man's cock is so hard my thistle?" he whispers into her ear. He stands so close behind her, she can feel the heat of his body, his cock and how it sways against her burning butt....