over. The only thing keeping me from toppling on my face was Kitten holding the leash.
I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me and I teetered on the edge of coming when the vibrator shut off. A deep primal moan ripped from me.
'Kitten, did baby behave?' Master asked grabbing my hair at the back of my head and tilting it back. 'No, Master,' Kitten said as I gasped, 'she did just as you said she would – pulled on the chains trying to touch herself and tried to put her legs together too, but the bar stopped her.'
'Kitten, go take Stan a beer. He's out by the pool. Baby and I need a few minutes together. Tell Stan I'll call you both in a few minutes.'
I hated not being able to see Master's face. I wanted to be able to apologize, plead, beg him to release me. If this blindfold wasn't on, I could have done so with my eyes. Master could always read what I was thinking just by looking at my eyes, but Master wasn't in a forgiving mood.
I heard the sliding glass door click shut, as something soft brushed my lips. I flicked my tongue through the 'O' ring to moisten my lips. The next moment Master was inside my mouth all the way to the back of my throat. I started to gag but he didn't pull out. I stopped gagging and Master started to pump in and out of my mouth. I tried to suck on him, to enjoy the wonderful texture of his hard shaft that I loved so much, but the ring wouldn't let me.
Faster and faster Master pumped, gripping my head with both hands. Tears were leaking out from under the blindfold and streaming down my cheeks. Master rammed in hard and stilled. His hot juices coated my throat. I choked once and started to swallow as the tears came harder. Master pulled out and stepped back from me. I sagged towards the floor but he was holding the leash tight.
'No, Baby, you are to remain just as you are – on your knees.' With that, he dropped the leash and moved away.
Even though I did the best I could to swallow all, some leaked out of my mouth and oozed down my chin. I whimper. I hurt to my very soul. Never had Master treated me so coldly.
My whimpers became sobs when Master said, 'Baby, you will remain blindfolded and gagged until I determine you have learned. I will have Kitten take you to get cleaned up, but you will resume this position when she is done.'
The sliding glass door slid open and over my sobs I heard Master telling Kitten the same thing he had just told me.'
CHAPTER 8
Kitten helped me to my feet, wrapping her arms around me to quiet my sobs. 'Baby, I have never seen Master look as angry as he did when he came back out to the pool. What did you do to him?' I sobbed louder. I knew what I had done; I had forced Master into punishing me. He was a loving, caring Dom. By my actions he had gone against his nature. Never had he taken without giving some form of pleasure. I was crying uncontrollably, not knowing or caring where Kitten was taking me.
She placed me on the side of the tub and started to run the water in the sink. I was still crying but the tears had slowed a little when she ran the warm washcloth over my tear stained cheeks.
'Baby, calm yourself. Crying will only make Master angrier with you.' She was right of course. Bemoaning my fate would only add to the humiliation I was feeling, and add insult to injury where Master was concerned.
I had to pull myself together, to prove to Master I was a sub worthy of him. The washcloth was moving down my collarbone. I inhaled wanting to grind my teeth so I wouldn't lean into it. I knew what Kitten was trying to do. She wanted me to show my weakness, but at that moment I vowed I would not. I would be good. I would sit here come what may and not give into my wants. I needed Master; I wanted to cum. Master was the most important thing in my life. I needed Him. I needed his approval and love. I needed to be all he wanted me to be. I could do it. My love for him would help me do it.
Kitten finished cleaning me up and even had me rinse out my mouth. She brushed my hair and re-braided it. 'Come, Baby,' she said as she tugged on the leash. 'Master will start wondering if we're behaving ourselves if we're in here much longer.'
I hurried to follow her. Instead of the kitchen she took me into Masters formal living room, to my pillow in the corner and had me kneel there. At least if I had to remain on my knees it wouldn't be as bad as on the hard stone kitchen tiles.
Kitten dropped the leash and patted me on the head, whispering, 'Good, Baby, you're learning. Master and Stan will be in, in just a little while. Remember you are to remain kneeling. Don’t let Master catch you leaning back on your heels.'
The room was quiet except for the hum of the stereo. Master must have been listening to music and having his nightcap when Stan showed up. Master came in here to contemplate a problem. What music he listened to depended on the problem. I wished I could peek at the CD so I'd know how upset he was with me. Hanging my head, I really didn't need to look. I knew from the kitchen.
Time passed and no one came in. I wondered what time it was; really what day it was. The dinner party was Friday night; people had left well after 2 P.M. I had showered, petted and played with myself, upsetting Master, again; been sent to the dungeon, my breasts were starting to itch. Wax dried the skin and they needed to be creamed.
Sounds from the kitchen, ah, yes morning. Kitten must be making Master some breakfast or brunch. My stomach growled, the least of my worries.
CHAPTER 9
Master come in and removed the gag. I was working my jaw when he picked up my leash and guided me by the living room, through the kitchen and out the sliding doors to the patio by the pool. He brought me to a pillow next to the table.
'Kneel, Baby.' I knelt. I was out in the light of day, naked as the day I was born, but it was all black to me. I heard birds singing in the distance; the gurgle of the pool pump; the smell of bacon. My stomach grumbled once and I tightened my muscle in the hopes of quieting it.
A momentary thought flashed back to over a year and a half ago. Would I have dreamt I could or would allow myself to trust someone as much as I trusted Master? No, that was a given.
Master was seated to my left and Stan to my right. Kitten was bringing out the last of the food when Master petted my head. 'Baby, open your mouth,' which I did immediately. He placed a grape on my tongue and I held still, mouth open wide, wanting to bit down. This was a test – Master knew I wanted it. At this moment I didn't need it as much as I needed him to know I would listen.
I tasted the sweet nectar of the grape as it set on my tongue. Master was still petting my head, working his way down the back of it to my neck, to knead the muscles there.
Master knew I needed his contact, his touch. To me, Master was my rudder in a storm. In the living room, Master and I had made our peace with each other. I was still under punishment but I had been forgiven. My heart was hammering again. The grape on my tongue was heaven. This was going to be child’s play. I giggled to myself.
Master wanted to show Stan how well behaved and well trained I really was. Master always said I was the best subbie he'd ever had. I was going to do my best to be all that Master thought I could.
I remained in that position while Master ate his meal. I will admit, in time my mouth got dry and I was so close to licking my lips. Just when I thought I could not take another second Master said, 'Good girl, Baby, you can eat the grape now.' I wanted to snap my jaw shut and chew away on that luscious grape, but that’s not what Master wanted. Master wanted me to savor this grape. This was our future.
Could I live up to Master's standards? Would I be all he thought I could be? Knowing right at the very moment my will power was about to give out, told me Master knew what I could and couldn't do. All that was
