asked of me was to trust Him.
Master fed me a few more grapes as he and Stan discussed some of the different bondage techniques. Master had done a few on Kitten and me, perfecting the breast bondage and the Oriental rope dress. I remembered that one well, by tying the ropes just so it would hold the lips apart, rubbing them at every twist and turn. I went wet, and I know I blushed.
Oh, great. Master is going to take one look at me and know I'm hot. Okay, I told myself, don't move a muscle. Hot is okay, just don’t give into the want. I chewed slower on the grape. I felt the change in Master's rubbing of my neck. It had gone from a gentle caress to a deeper firmer one. Master was hot too.
I finished that grape and asked, 'Master, may I have a sip of coffee?' Weekends I was allowed a cup of coffee. I will admit, I was a caffeine addict, until Master. Some of everything, but in moderation, that way you enjoyed it more.
Master brought the cup to my lips. It was perfect, but I never doubted that for a moment. Master and Kitten both knew my weakness, next to Master, was coffee.
I felt Master tug on my leash for me to stand as he asked, 'Stan you see the grape arbor over past the pool? Let’s take our conversation over there.'
'Great,' said Stan as he moved back his chair.
Master was leading me around the pool. I was walking almost on the edge. I wanted to move away from it so there would be less chance of me tripping and falling in. Still blind folded and with the bar firmly between my legs I was at Master's mercy.
We came to the grassy area before the arbor. I knew it well. Many afternoons Master and I had sat and played here. The grape arbor was covered in ivy so no bees or wasp came to visit. There were thick four by fours holding it up, and on the poles were eyehooks, positioned to Master's exact specifications. Each one had a job to do. In the middle of the arbor was a bench about six feet long. There were also those Georgian style wood lounge chairs with big comfy cushions you could lose yourself in, placed strategically for their view.
Master led me to stand at the far end of the arbor. Unhooking my left hand from the collar, he raised it out and slightly above shoulder level and snapped it on an eyehook, then did the same to the right. The bar was already spreading my feet apart. I didn't have to think about the rule of keeping my feet apart, no less then a foot and a half together, the bar had me stretched so much more.
Master moved one foot with his then the other so that my arms were straight and taut and attached my ankles to two eyehooks on opposite posts.
I was spread eagle and wet. With every action Master had touched some other part of my body – tracing my collarbone with his finger, brushing my nipples with his knuckle, rubbing the palm of his hand down my stomach to my heat, tweaking my wet swollen lips with his thumb.
I was already breathing hard. Master was priming me. I was slowly being brought up to a full state of arousal. Each caress was placed where Master knew I was vulnerable.
Master left me there and went to sit down next to Stan. Out of nowhere, Kitten was in front of me, rubbing lotion into my breasts, over my arms and belly, only to stop and move to my back. Covering my whole upper body, I could feel my pores drinking it in.
'Good, Kitten, now on your knees in front of Baby. Work the cream up her legs, Kitten, but do not touch Baby’s heat with it. I have a special surprise for Baby.' I felt my juices trickling down over my thigh. 'Kitten, do up to the knees only, okay love?'
'Yes, Master.'
'How wet is baby now, Kitten? Remember don’t touch it with the cream.'
Oh, cruel Master flashed across my mind. He had just told Kitten to lick me and find out. I braced myself. I was growing hotter by the second. When Kitten's tongue touched my lips I closed my mouth hard. If I moaned, she'd stop. I knew her game. She would enjoy me until I moaned. How long could I hold it in? Her tongue flickered over me.
Then she did a long slow lap from right at the edge of my vagina up to my mound. My muscles started trembling half way through that lick. Her tongue was the volume control to my lust. The higher she went the hotter I got. I was a flame as she planted a soft kiss right below my belly button.
'She is perfect, Master.'
'Good, Kitten, here is the special oil I want you to use on Baby.'
'Mmm,' I heard Kitten say, 'Almond oil.' My mouth went dry. The smoothest of all the oils – and edible too. Kitten began rubbing the oil into my thighs, moving slowly upward to stop just shy of my heat, then on to the other leg.
'Master, do you want me to do her mound first or her ass?'
'Her ass, I think, Kitten. Make sure it’s good and covered.'
Kitten moved behind me and began rubbing both cheeks, pulling and tugging on them, kneading closer and closer to the plug, slowing her movements closer to the of rim my anus and the edge of the plug, with the oil. Around and around her finger went. I caught myself holding my breath and I exhaled I bit too loud to my ear.
Pressing my lips together I tried to hold back a smile of pleasure.
I know Master was enjoying my expressions. He could read me like a book. He had told me the faces I made when I was excited, were the faces he loved the most. When we were together like this I was in a state of excitement till the end, and if Master had his way the end would be a long way away.
Kitten kissed one cheek and then the other. 'All oiled back here,' piped up Kitten as the plug started to vibrate.
'Ahhh' rolled over my tongue as my legs lost all control and I sagged in the cuffs.
'Did you think I forgot about this, Baby?' asked Master as the pulsating continued in my anus. Gulping air I started to whimper. It was too soon, no, I couldn't start begging already. I would disappoint Master, but my body didn't agree with my mind. It screamed out its wants, tightening every muscle with a steady shaking.
'Please Master may I cum?' I begged. I had been at a high level of arousal for some time now. I wouldn't come without his permission. A sharp firm 'No' was my answer as the vibrator went off and I slumped in my restraints.
'Kitten there is a little treasure chest under the bench, bring it here.'
CHAPTER 10
'Thank you, Kitten. Let’s see what we have in here. Yes, this I think will work well. What do you think, Stan?'
'On yes, I think that'll be just right. How does Baby usually react to that?'
'To tell you the truth, I don’t know. Kitten recommended it, said you had some good results with it.'
Agh came to mind, kitten and her experiments.
'Kitten, would you like to show me how it’s done?'
'Certainly, Master.' With that said, Kitten was again in front of me. What could she do to me that Master had not before? Then it hit me or I should say brushed me.
Feather like strokes pelted my heat. She was painting my pussy in oil. No two strokes were the same. I wondered if the oils were colored. It seemed as if she had a picture in mind. I tried to follow, to see if there was a pattern, a method to her madness; 'cause madness this was. Not ten strokes into it and I was awash in a higher level of want. Wanting her to go faster. My body tried to move in anticipation of the next stroke she would make.
I strained in the cuffs. The brush stopped, the vibrator came on and I bucked. My stomach muscles did the barrel roll as I cried out.
'Baby, if you keep moving like that, Kitten will never finish,' Master said as his lips brushed mine, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and letting it go.
'Baby,' Master whispered into my ear, 'I want to see how still you can remain while Kitten finishes her artwork. If you move again I will be force to tell Kitten to stop until you have calmed yourself. Is that understood?'
