He dropped between her knees and leaned in, spread her legs and kissed her vulva.
Gently, he stroked her labia with his tongue, alternately penetrating her and circling her clitoris until she moaned softly and placed her bound hands on top of his head. His hair was full and thick between her fingers, and she clutched instinctively when he pulled away from her grasp.
A click and a light buzzing sound foretold her fate. Working quietly, he slid a slender, lubricated vibrator into her anus, pulled straps around her thighs and secured them with buckles at her hips. He planted his hands firmly on her sides and slid his cock into her, pumping slowly and moving his hips in lazy circles. He raised her arms above her head, pinned them against the wall, then leaned in and whispered in her ear.
“You’ve made me so happy, my pet.” With that, he hastened his pace, grunting softly in her ear until he climaxed and collapsed on top of her.
Mariah cried quietly, the cloth over her eyes soaking up her tears.
***
She woke to his gentle hands. He hushed her, and quieted her tremors with a soft, warm blanket that he folded around her battered frame.
“You are my pet, yes?”
She nodded and stroked her cheek against his shoulder.
Taking her hand, he held her palm upright and wrapped her fingers around a thick, leather strap that jangled while she explored it with her fingers.
“Do you choose this of your own free will, pet?” She nodded again and mewled through her gag.
“Then go on, pet. Put it on. Clasp it tight.” She did as instructed, squeezed the cool metal of the lock and it clicked into place.
“I’ll hold the keys, pet. I’ll hold them dear, as I hold you. But know that they are yours for the asking. Though I would give them with a heavy heart.”
***
When she woke again, she was lying in a bed, right arm cuffed to the opposite post so as to keep her on her side. Her collar was likewise latched to a slender chain, which in turn attached to an eyehook in the headboard. She had reached a new level of reward.
She stretched her legs, savoring the freedom of movement, scissoring them between the sheets and wiggling her toes.
She opened her eyes and drank in the natural light coming from a long narrow window set high in the wall.
She heard him coming and snapped her eyes shut, but couldn’t still her legs before he opened the door.
“Good morning, precious. Did my little one sleep well? Hmm? Nice and comfy?” She whined happily, yearning for him to cross the room and join her. “Today, pet, we graduate to a new level.” The mattress sagged under his weight.
“To me, pet,” and she obediently moved toward him and felt along his legs until she rested her cheek on his thigh. Stroking her back, he told her of his new expectations: new levels of responsibility, and with these, more mobility.
She tensed at the idea of free roam. Just the thought of being without the security of her tiny space, even this new room, was almost more than she could bear, and she whimpered pitiably.
“What is it, pet? Are you not ready for your new station? It is a place of pride, and I want you there, precious. I want you by my side. This is what we’ve trained for. This is your true calling. Can you not feel it?” His hand slid between her buttocks, his fingers dipping into her wetness. “I can feel it, pet.” He rose from the bed and unlatched her wrist and leash. He tugged lightly on the latter, encouraging her to sit up and slide to the edge of the bed. A few more gentle pulls, and she was standing, then following behind him, eyes closed, fully entrusting herself to his guidance.
The echo of his boots suggested she was in a small room. The tone of those echoes evoked images of ceramic tiles and porcelain fixtures.
“Now, pet-I’ll leave you to tend to yourself. There will be no peeking, little one. I
The door slid shut and she heard the lock snap into place. She immediately began her task, humming to herself as she did so. While in the shower, she ran her fingers lightly over the ledge until they stumbled across the razor she knew she would find.
Carefully, she inched her way up her legs with her fingertips and followed with the razor.
She shaved until not a single prickle of stubble marred her silky skin.
No sooner did she shut the water off than she heard the door opening, and he folded her into a warm, fluffy towel. She sank to her knees with instinctual reverence, but he stopped her with firm hands on her shoulders and drew her to himself. His hands grazed down her body.
“Very, very good, my pet. Very, very good.”
She sighed into his chest and melted into his embrace. Never had she been more content. His magnificence flowed through her with a current so strong as to make her extremities tingle.
He led her back to the bed and gently bound her arms and legs, spread eagle style.
Sliding between her thighs he inspected her shaving prowess with his fingertips. Lightly stroking her belly, he kissed her, sucked at her vulva and swirled his tongue around her clitoris. Groaning, he slid his hands beneath her hips and held them aloft. “I think someone deserves a reward.”
***
Sponge Bath
There’s my poor man, laid up for a week on doctor’s orders. And look at him-files open and mountain of paperwork spread before him. He’s typing furiously on that laptop, has his cell phone wedged between his shoulder and ear. His leg is slightly elevated on a stack of throw pillows.
I have only to walk in with the large bowl, sloshing warm, soapy water, and he looks up, calculates, then drops the phone to the bed. I set the bowl on the nightstand and gather his papers into the appropriate folders, put his laptop to sleep, and slide onto the edge of the bed.
With one hand set against the center of his chest, I ease him back onto the pillows, smiling all the while. He looks a bit bewildered, yet hopeful. His expression is priceless as I ease his shorts down over his hips-mindful of the brace that runs from ankle to hip-and throw them to the floor.
I take the wet cloth between my hands and squeeze the excess water back into the bowl, drape it over my
