Part 2
Laura’s mind was racing. The arm around her throat was squeezing tighter and she felt her herself begin to weaken as the oxygen left her body. The hand clamped over her mouth dug tightly into her skin, mashing her lips painfully against the palms of the intruder.
“Are you all right, my pet?” the intruder asked.
Laura thought for a moment that the question was intended for her. Then she saw Catherine nod her head. “Yes, Master” she said. Laura was confused. Did these two people know each other? What was happening?
The unseen assailant forced Laura further into the room until they reached the far wall. He forced her to her knees, her legs stretched out behind her. He sat on them, pinning them to the floor. He removed his hand from her mouth. His arm disappeared from around her neck. He grabbed her flailing arms and forced them together against the small of her back. With one hand, he secured her arms and pushed her with tremendous force, trapping her body against the wall. With his free hand he grabbed the remaining coils of rope from the dresser. He quickly began to bind her wrists.
Laura finally found her voice. “Who the fuck are you?’ she demanded. “How did you get in here? What’s going on?”
Her captor finished wrapping her wrists and cinched the rope with a savage jerk. It dug into her skin and Laura could feel the rough texture of the hemp as it chafed against her flesh. A hand grasped the back of her head and pushed her face roughly into the wall. She could not move her head.
“It is not your place to ask questions,” the intruder said. His voice was deep and strong. “All that you need to know is that the young woman you have bound on the bed is my property. She is my slave, and you will now learn a lesson about taking those things which do not belong to you.”
The hand left her head and Laura felt more rope encircle her arms just above the elbow. She grunted as the rope was pulled and her elbows were forced together. She strained against the ropes but found no slack. Her arms began to ache immediately.
She was lifted roughly to her feet. She thrashed uselessly in the arms of her captor, swearing furiously. “You crazy fucker, let me go right now or I’ll scream,” she said. Her captor laughed. “Please do,” he said. “No one will hear you, and the sound will excite me further. Isn’t that what you told my pet?”
He wound another loop of rope around her waist. The intruder tied the rope off in the center of her stomach and ran the excess through her legs. He pulled it tight behind her, and the rope nestled itself between the lips of her pussy. The pull increased until the length of hemp dug painfully into her. The intruder yanked Laura’s body back into a slight arch. He fastened the rope between her wrists. Laura tried to lean forward but could not straighten her body without increasing the tension on the rope and increasing the pain between her legs.
The intruder forced her to her knees and grabbed her by the hair. For the firs time, Laura saw her captor. He was tall, over six feet. The man was dressed in tight leather pants and a plain white shirt. The clothes fit snugly, showing off his well-toned frame. He pulled her forward with a sharp tug, his large hands holding her securely, forcing her head between his legs. He squeezed them shut, trapping her there. Laura hissed in pain, but told herself she would not give this man the satisfaction of hearing her cry out. Her captor bent down and grabbed her legs. Laura tried to kick them free from his grip. “God damn you, let me go!” she yelled. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” The stranger squeezed his legs together even more tightly and Laura could not help but let out a small cry of pain. “No more questions,” he said coldly. “I won’t tell you again.” The assailant forced her legs together and quickly bound her ankles. His hands found her hair again, and he loosened the pressure of his legs as he yanked her body sharply upwards. He forced her to lift her face so that she met his gaze. Her eyes locked on his, her dull fury evident in their glare.
“From this moment on, you will call me Master. Is that clear?” His voice was low, even, without emotion. His green eyes revealed no empathy. “Like hell I will,” spat Laura. The Master pulled her upwards by her hair, lifting her body off the ground. The pain in her scalp was tremendous. “You will call me Master,” he repeated. “Fuck you!” Laura hissed, her teeth gritted tightly against the pain. He lifted her higher and grabbed her left nipple in his hand. He pinched it roughly and began to twist it between his fingers. “You will call me Master,” he said again. Laura cried out in pain. “Oww! Fuck! Yes! Yes! Master! Yes!” He released his hold on her nipple and returned her to the ground. He continued to force her face up to his.
“My slave and I often frequent the bar from which you have been finding your toys,” he said. “You have scared away many of our potential playmates. We have heard stories of how you treat them, and we dislike your methods. You do not dominate, you torture. You inflict pain without reward. So I have decided to teach you some lessons about dominance, about submission, about suffering.”
Laura said nothing. She only continued to glare at him. He continued. “My slave Catherine posed as one of the young things you find so appealing. I followed the two of you as you left the bar and trailed you here. Once you led her inside, I waited at your front door until I heard you enter the bedroom. Then I let myself inside. Next time, I suggest you lock the door.”
The Master threw her roughly to the ground. She sprawled across the floor, face down. He turned his attention to Catherine’s bound form. “Would you like me to untie you, my pet?” he asked. Catherine spoke softly: “If it pleases you, Master.”
The Master moved forward to release the girl. Rather than step over Laura’s bound form to reach Catherine, he simply stepped onto her prostrate body. Laura grunted as the weight pressed down upon her and the heels of the Master’s boots dug into her back. He shifted his position along the length of her body as he untied the ropes that fastened Catherine to the bed. Once freed, Catherine rose from the bed and knelt before her Master.
“Okay, okay,” said Laura. “You’ve got your slave back, now please leave.” The Master stepped off of her back and bent down. He took her bound wrists in his hands and lifted her body off the floor. The crotch rope dug deep into her flesh and she yelped as her body left the ground. She pulled her bound legs beneath her in an effort to gain some support and relieve the strain on her aching mound.
“It is time to begin teaching you some respect,” the Master said. He continued to lift Laura’s body until her feet were securely under her. “Come here, pet, and take this bitch by the arms,” the Master commanded. Catherine stepped forward and pulled on Laura’s wrists, forcing her to bend over and present her ass to the Master. He picked up the wooden paddle and rubbed it gently against Laura’s cheeks. “You will count off each stroke, and you will thank me after each blow,” the Master said. “Do you understand?”
Laura said nothing. Her thoughts were focused on the rope between her legs. Catherine had pulled Laura’s wrists as high as she could, and the strain of the rope against her clit was all Laura could think of. The pain was great, but the pressure was exciting. Laura felt herself grow wet. She had begun to gyrate in an attempt to increase the stimulation. Her concentration was broken by the sharp sting of the paddle as it cracked against her ass. Laura let out a yelp of pain. “I asked you if you understood,” said the Master. “You will answer when spoken to. Do you understand?” “Yes,” said Laura, and the paddle cracked against her buttocks once more. “Yes, what?” asked the Master. “Yes, Master,” Laura said softly. “Very good,” said the Master. “Then let us begin.”
He swung the paddle again and again. He struck with much more force than Laura ever could have. She grunted with each blow, struggling to keep her thoughts focused as she counted the strokes, thanking her punisher after each. She tried to rub against the rope, but each time the paddle struck her rhythm was disrupted. She could do nothing but hang there, her arms pulled up, the rope digging into her crotch, the paddle raining blow after blow on her stinging cheeks. She counted off ten strokes, twenty, thirty. Her ass was burning and she felt her eyes water from the pain. Still, she never missed a stroke, nor did she neglect to thank her Master after each one. Finally, after she reached fifty, the Master spoke.
“Very good. You’re learning.”
Laura knew better than to speak. She hung there limply, suspended by her arms. The Master spoke again. “Slave, place this toy on the bed.” Catherine forced Laura’s body to the bed and placed her on her back, facing the ceiling. She did not release the ropes securing her arms or feet, nor did she loosen the rope between her legs. “Bind her legs to the bedposts,” the Master commanded. Catherine untied the rope that held Laura’s feet together and began to tie her ankles to the bedposts. “Pull the ropes tight, my pet,” said the Master. “Stretch her as far as she will go.” Catherine tugged on the ropes and Laura felt her legs pull part. They opened wider and wider until she felt that she would split. The Master ordered Catherine to climb onto the bed. “Place your pussy over her mouth,” he commanded. Catherine positioned herself as her Master had requested.
“Since you have already delivered so much punishment to my slave, I think now you should reward her,” said the Master. “You will eat her out, and you will make her cum. You will do so until I tell you to stop.” He picked up the candle that Laura had dropped when he entered the room. He continued to speak. “As you do, I will decorate your body with the wax from the candle, as you had intended for her.”
Catherine lowered herself onto Laura’s upturned face. She allowed the full weight of her body to rest there, and Laura’s nose was mashed down painfully. She could smell the girl on top of her, her musky scent made Laura dizzy with desire. Her tongue emerged and she began to lick the girl, slowly, sensually. She had begun to lose herself in the act when the first drop of wax fell against her skin. Her body jerked and Laura hissed in pain, her voice muffled by the crotch of the girl above her. More drops fell across her breasts. She struggled to keep her mind focused on the moaning girl above her. Laura continued to slurp away at her pussy. Catherine was very wet and her juices dripped onto to Laura’s face. Her moans of pleasure were growing louder as her breathing quickened.
The wax was falling faster now; each drop hotter than the last as the Master brought the candle closer and closer to Laura’s flesh. The drops rained down over her nipples, along her thighs, across her belly. The pain was electrifying. Laura thrilled at the sting of each drop as it made contact. She imagined she could hear the wax sizzle as it fell through the air and splattered against her. Her own pussy throbbed dully, she wished she could touch herself, but her bound wrists were of no use to her. Her tongue found Catherine’s clit and circled it urgently. The girl ground her body down against Laura’s face. Laura felt Catherine’s body rock and heard her speak breathlessly: “Master, may I cum?” The Master granted his permission and Catherine shuddered as she let the last of her control go and the orgasm ripped through her.
Catherine made no move to rise from her position, and Laura twisted her head in an effort to get her to climb off. Suddenly she felt the sharp blow of a leather strap as the Master slapped her naked sex. Laura let out a muffled gasp from between Catherine’s legs. The sting only served to fuel her lust. “I did not give you permission to stop,” the Master said. He swung the strap again and Laura moaned in pain and pleasure. She began to lick Catherine’s clit again, and the girl began to rock in pleasure atop Laura’s bound form. Laura worked the girl’s clit with her tongue, her body jerking as the wax continued to fall, punctuated with blows from the leather strap. Catherine was moaning loudly, and requested permission to cum once more. The Master granted it, and the girl’s screams of pleasure rose again. Laura did not stop. Her mind was locked on the writhing girl, the sensations of the falling wax and the stinging strap. She was more aroused than she had ever been and wanted desperately to be fucked. She bucked her hips, grinding the crotch rope against her, but it did nothing to madden the itch deep inside of her.
Catherine was screaming with pleasure now: “Master, may I cum?” This time both girls were surprised to hear the Master refuse to grant her permission. Catherine moaned in frustration as Laura’s tongue danced across the girl’s dripping pussy. Catherine was screaming now: “Master, may I cum?” Again, she was denied. For the first time that evening, Laura sympathized with the girl. Her own lust was driving her crazy. The scent of the girl above her, the taste of her sex, the smell of Laura’s own desire coming off of her in waves, the heat of the wax, the sensation as it hardened upon her body, the sting of the strap, the roughness of the master, all these things swirled in her mind and she ached for release. Catherine was screaming again: “Please, please! Please master, please may I cum?”
“Yes, you may,” said the Master. The words were scarcely out of his mouth before the girl thrashed wildly as she allowed the climax to tear through her body. Her groan was an animal thing, a wordless expression of her pleasure. She bucked as her body was rocked by spasm after spasm. Finally, the strength left her body and she fell forward, supporting herself above Laura’s torso. She was panting shallowly. Laura could keep silent no longer. She began to beg from between the girl’s legs. Her words were muffled under Catherine’s body, but they were unmistakable. “Please Master, fuck me!”
The Master did not speak. He crossed to the bed and helped Catherine rise from her perch on Laura’s face. Laura’s mouth and chin were slick with the juices from the girl. The Master supported the weak girl as she climbed from the bed and knelt beside him. The Master untied the ropes that secured Laura’s legs to the bedpost and pulled her off the bed. The wax that had dried on her body cracked and flaked off, pattering to the hardwood floor. He forced her to her knees before him. Laura spoke again, breathless with lust. “Please Master, please fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me now!” He spoke quietly, softly, a single word: “No.”
He wound his fist into her hair and turned her face upwards. “You have not earned a reward.” He took the belt he had been using to flog her and wound it around her throat. He looped the end through the buckle and pulled her toward him. Laura leaned forward as the belt tightened. “You must earn your Master’s favor. You will start by sucking my cock. Now unfasten my pants and pull down my zipper.”
Laura blinked in confusion. The Master had not untied her wrists. “I can’t,” she said. Her head rocked back as his open palm struck her across the face. “Never say no to me. You will do as I say. If your desire is strong enough you will find a way to please me.”
Laura said nothing. How could she do as he requested with her arms and wrists bound behind her? The sting from the slap was fading, and her mind cleared. She leaned forward until her face rested against his crotch. She opened her mouth, craned her head forward and gripped the button in her teeth. She closed her lips around the button and worked at it with her teeth and tongue, trying to force it open. Her cheeks and chin rubbed against his cock and she felt it stiffen beneath his pants. The smell of the leather was intensely erotic. She longed to have his dick inside of her and worked urgently to free it from its prison. Finally, the button popped free. Laura dropped her head slightly and gripped the tag of the zipper between her teeth. She slid it down slowly until it reached the bottom of the track. She leaned back and stared up at the Master, waiting for his next command. He slid the pants down around his legs and stepped free of them. He wore no underwear and his erect cock stood stiffly before him. “Open,” he said.
Laura opened wide. The Master pulled her forward by the belt, tightening it around her throat as she came toward him. He stuffed his cock deep into her throat. He was larger than anyone she had been with before, and the huge shaft filled her mouth completely. She quivered with lust as it slid across her tongue. She pushed her head forward, sucking in every inch of him until his balls rested against her chin. She strained to push her tongue forward and bathe them in her saliva. The Master pulled the belt tighter and Laura felt her oxygen supply beginning to fail. He wound his hand in her hair and began to fuck her throat savagely.
Laura tried to relax her throat so she could swallow all he offered, but the belt around her neck made the job difficult and she gagged as his cock tickled the back of her throat. Her head was swimming. Her excitement built. She would die if he did not fuck her. She sucked him off feverishly, determined to please him. His thrusts became faster, deeper, more urgent. Laura made small, strangled gurgling sounds around his dick. She was becoming light headed and euphoric as the air supply was denied her. Her body was fully alive, her sensations heightened to a degree she had never felt before. She pulled her wrists back, tightening the rope between her legs and she ground her body against it in an effort to bring some relief to her swollen pussy. Her vision was clouding, her lungs were burning, but she was determined to finish him off before her consciousness left. She licked at his balls. Suddenly he pulled her against him, burying himself deep in her throat and she felt him stiffen as his cock pulsed and sent his cum spraying against the back of her throat, across her tongue. He released his hold on the belt and Laura sucked in a huge lungful of air. She coughed roughly, but was determined to swallow the Master’s load. She closed her mouth and felt it slide down her throat, the salty taste making her dizzy with lust. “Have I pleased you, Master? She asked softly, her eyes gazing deeply into his.
The Master said nothing. Laura felt a wave of disappointment wash over her. She had hoped to earn his favor, but he did not look at her. He lifted Laura to her feet and turned her body silently. He released the ropes that bound her wrists and elbows; the rope that pulled snugly against her throbbing clit. He guided her back to the bedpost. He picked up several lengths of rope that lay scattered along the floor. He began to bind her in an intricate shibari style tie, her breasts wrapped in rope until they bulged outward. Her arms remained free. She stared down at the web of rope that encased her body. It was beautiful.
“You will only please me when you give yourself freely to me,” the Master said. Her body was lashed tightly to the post. Her legs remained free. The Master wrapped a length of rope several times around her head and between her teeth. The rope pinned her tongue flat in her mouth. The Master nodded at Catherine, and without a word the girl crossed before Laura and knelt at her feet. The Master crossed to the dresser and picked up the case which held her cutting tools. “A submissive should be willing to give all she has to her Master,” he continued. “Her mind. Her body. Her tears. Her blood.” He picked up the scalpel. He turned the scalpel’s blade so it flashed in the moonlight. “Are you ready?”
Laura’s heartbeat quickened. She watched the moonlight play along the blade. The glint was mesmerizing, hypnotic. The excitement built in her and she nodded her head slightly. The Master approached, the blade held out before him. He stared into her eyes. She met his gaze. She was breathing shallowly, rapidly. The scalpel drew closer to her flesh. The Master held it just above her breast and drew it downward lightly in a straight line. She barely felt the touch of the knife. She craned her eyes downward and watched as a line of blood welled up in the shallow cut. It ran vertically down her chest and a drop collected on the end of her nipple. She stared, fascinated, as the drop rolled off of her breast. The sight made Laura’s knees go weak. The Master made a second cut above the opposite breast, his touch like a feather. The blood welled to the surface and traced a path down her skin. He traced his finger through the crimson lines and held it before Laura’s face. He placed it in her mouth and she sucked greedily at it. He pulled his finger free and bent down. The blood was again collecting along her nipple like a scarlet teardrop. His mouth found her breast and sucked at it gently, savoring the taste of the blood on his tongue. Laura moaned softly.
He cut her again, his touch no more than the barest whisper along her skin. This time he drew the blade down the center of her chest. The blood rose to the surface, a deep rich black in the moonlight against her pale skin. The blood moved down her chest, pooling in her navel for a moment before continuing its journey downward. Catherine’s hands slid up Laura’s body and through the blood, painting her body in a deep red smear. Laura quivered at the touch of the girl, the heat of the thick liquid as it traveled along her flesh, its scent, its thickness.
Catherine’s hand reached out, and Laura saw the stains on her fingertips as the hand disappeared between her legs. She flinched as they found their way inside of her. Catherine rubbed her face along Laura’s stomach, hugging her tightly. The Master pushed her away gently, making sure that the girl’s fingers remained deep inside of Laura. The Master took Laura’s right wrist in his hand. He turned it gently so that her forearm rotated and exposed the inside of her elbow. He moved swiftly, and before Laura could register what had happened another silent mouth opened in her skin just above the elbow. He repeated the process with the left arm. Laura stared, transfixed, as the blood ran down her arm, across her palm, and rained from her fingers.
Her body began to slip into a dream state as the fingers inside of her pushed her towards orgasm. The Master moved his hand down and made a small cut along the inside of her thigh. She gasped and jerked as the Catherine’s tongue traveled up the length of her leg, meeting the blood than dripped from Laura’s newest cut and mixing it with her saliva. The Master cut the other thigh and Catherine repeated the process, looking up at Laura as her tongue continued up and over the wound and lapped at her sex. Laura stared into the girl’s eyes, frozen by the sight of her own blood on Catherine’s lips and chin.
The Master pulled the girl’s head away from Laura’s bush, letting the girl’s fingers dance inside of her. He quickly moved the scalpel into position along the artery that ran between her pelvis and her pubic mound. He moved with a quickness and skill that was surprising, inflicting cut after tiny cut along her skin. He never did more than the slightest, shallowest cut into her flesh, and he never disturbed the slave girl who masturbated Laura. Her breath was coming quickly; her moans were coming more and more rapidly. Laura glanced down and watched in lust and fascination as the blood that dripped from her body cascaded down in tiny droplets and splashed along the arm that extended between her legs. She drank in the sight of her body, covered in tiny winding trails of red. The sight pushed her over the edge and she spoke quickly, seeking her Master’s permission to cum. He refused and ordered the slave girl to withdraw her hands. Laura groaned and squeezed her legs together, hoping to trap the girl inside. The Master forced her legs apart and the young girl pulled herself from Laura’s body. She rose and crossed away. Laura stared into her Master’s face. Catherine returned holding a small chain. On the end of the chain hung a tiny glass vial. The Master took the vial and opened it. He held it to her breast and let the blood drip slowly into it. When it was filled, he capped the vial and hung it around his neck. “Now wherever you may go, a piece of you will remain with me,” he said.
Laura trembled in ecstasy. Rational thoughts had left her mind. Her brain flashed a series of images before the screen of her subconscious: the blood running down her chest; herself kneeling before the Master, his cock in her mouth; her face buried beneath Catherine as she climaxed violently; the wooden paddle as it swung through the air. Without realizing it, she had begun to mumble around the rope in her teeth. As her mind returned to the present moment she heard herself repeating one phrase over and over: “I am yours. I am yours. I am yours. I am yours.” Her eyes never left the face of her Master. Her heart swelled as she saw a smile cross his lips. “You have pleased me, my pet,” he said softly, and began to untie the woman from the bedpost. As the last of the ropes fell away from her body, she knelt obediently before him. The tiny wounds carved into her flesh still leaked their tears of red down her body. He leaned down and Laura felt his hot breath against her ear. “Would you like me to fuck you, my pet? Would you like me to fuck you while you bleed?” he said. “If it pleases you, Master,” she said, the lust in her voice unmistakable.
He took her face in his hand and turned it gently upward. He exerted the slightest pressure and she rose at his touch. He nodded at Catherine, and the two girls crossed over to the bed. The Master directed Laura onto the mattress. She knelt on all fours. The immaculate white sheets began to change as small drops of red fell upon them and were eagerly soaked into their fibers. The Master spoke again. “Would you like me to fuck you in the ass, my slave?” Laura trembled as she answered. “If it pleases you, Master.”
Catherine knelt behind the girl. The Master placed a hand on her shoulder and she pressed her face into Laura’s naked bottom. She pulled her cheeks apart and Laura felt the girls tongue as it circled her anus. She shuddered violently. Catherine bathed Laura’s ass with her tongue, lubricating the tight opening for their Master, until the Laura felt the saliva running down her toward her pussy. The Master laid a hand on Catherine’s shoulder and she pulled away. Laura heard the bedsprings creak as he climbed onto the mattress. A moment later she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her asshole. He grabbed her waist firmly and pressed himself into her. His fingers, wet with her blood, left small red prints on her skin. Laura moaned with delight. She pushed back against him, driving the shaft deeper inside of her.
As she did so, Catherine lay on the bed before her. Without a word, she slid her body under Laura’s so that she could pleasure the moaning woman. She wrapped her arms around Laura’s back and lifted her body so that she could nuzzle her tongue into Laura’s hot opening. Laura felt their bodies slide alongside each other, lubricated by the blood that oozed from her. The Master pounded away at her from behind, Catherine teased her with her tongue, and Laura’s body came alive in a fury of lust, desire and arousal. Her hands grabbed the bed sheets and curled into tight fists, staining them with the bloody imprint of her palms. Her legs trembled. She was no longer capable of speech, just a series of grunts and moans. Her body swelled with pleasure and she knew her orgasm was near.
She had never felt anything this powerful, and she knew it was more than the physical acts the Master and Catherine were performing on her. It was the entire evening: the thrill of being dominated by a strong man, the rush of the pain, the psychological roller coaster she had undergone. Catherine’s tongue explored her with an intensity no other lover ever had. The fullness Laura felt as her Master thrust himself in and out of her became synonymous in her mind with a sense of completeness, a sense of wholeness. She was lost in the passion, the intensity. Finally, her body could stand no more and she cried out to her Master: “Master, may I cum?” “Yes, you may,” he answered, and Laura’s body erupted in the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. It was as though her entire body had become one nerve ending that shook with pleasure. “OH MY GOD OH MY FUCKING GOD YES!!” she screamed. She bucked and spasmed as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her. She wondered if she would ever stop cumming. Her Master tensed behind her and came inside of her. She felt a surge of joy. Slowly, finally, Catherine withdrew her inquisitive tongue and Laura collapsed in a heap, panting with exhaustion. “Thank you, Master”, she said.
The Master stroked her hair. He ran his fingers along her naked body. “You are welcome, my pet,” he answered. “Have you learned your lesson? Do you now know what it means to punish, to be dominant, to be submissive?” Laura nodded. “Yes, Master. Please forgive me for my behavior before.” The Master kissed her deeply, fully. When he pulled back, he looked into her eyes. “You are forgiven, if you will do one thing for me.” Laura looked up at him and spoke “I will do anything you ask.”
The Master gestured at Catherine. “I want you to take this slave and dominate her as I watch. I wish to see if you truly have learned the lessons I taught.”
Laura smiled as the young girl knelt before her, her hands behind her back.
“If it would please my Master, I will obey,” she said.
