Be Careful What You Wish For (12 page)

A blindfold was being slipped across her eyes. Slowly she became aware that this was not part of the dream and lay still, waiting to see what might follow. She did not open her eyes or struggle. What was the point? What would happen would happen. It was the way of it.

She knew only that today was different. The pattern had altered. Only as it evolved would her questions be answered, and so she entrusted herself to hands that raised her from the couch, guiding her through the archway and down the passage beyond. She knew when they passed the gym. Eyes open or shut she held the plan of her rooms in her mind. But then they were entering unknown territory, because her feet almost slipped from under her as they encountered steps leading down. And there was a distinct and sudden change in the air around them.

It was warm, a clingy warmth that hugged her body like a wrap or cloak Throughout her stay she'd never been cold, despite her nakedness. Only when she'd left the confines of the house had she felt the cold air bite, making her shiver and long for the fur coat which had been hers when they arrived on the island. It was a telltale sign of winter and the end of a year in which she had been newborn.

Without words she was held, hands at her sides, and for long moments she remained there. Then she heard a voice, a different voice, a voice familiar... one she knew well.

‘It has been a long time.'

She felt the smile in the words, and laughter bubbled up in her throat.

‘Now submit yourself, slave, to your Master.'

She shivered, not with cold or fear, but with trembling delight. Dream Catcher! Now she knew that the time she had longed for had finally arrived.

Her childlike joy showed in her face as she knelt where she was, carefully extending her arms just as far as they would reach, hoping to touch the one who had stolen her heart. On her knees she arched her back, parting her legs, lowering her head to the floor.

She felt his hands reach for her, knowing them, welcoming him as a trusted friend, and then again so much more; her body on fire with desire, longing for him to take and use and make her his own. It was as it had been in the very beginning as he held her firmly, smacking her bottom, twice on each cheek, then feeling the line of her spine until a finger reached for her anus.

She gasped at the thrill of his touch, already his fingers slick with her juices, and then he withdrew.

‘Stand and present yourself, slave.'

She did as she was told, stretching herself, pushing in, clenching the cheeks of her bottom, hands clasped behind her head. She was surprised when he reached around her neck, expecting his hands on her breasts or crotch, holding them ready.

‘This is your collar, slave. It makes you mine. You are owned by me and you will wear this as a sign of your commitment to me at all times.'

‘I will, Master. Thank you.' Her voice was shaking so much she could hardly contain her excitement. They were her first words to him after so long. And yet they came naturally to her, and in this one defining moment she knew she had yearned for him all her life. To hear his voice again now was special indeed.

‘And these are your cuffs.'

Around each wrist and ankle she felt the soft grip of fur. Then he was tilting back her head, kissing her hard and long, driving his tongue into her mouth. Subconsciously her hands reached up towards his to touch, to feel, to know. Abruptly he pulled away, leaving her feeling vulnerable, lost and alone. The rejection cut deep. Her feelings became the thorns ensnaring the rose, the specialness. She had disappointed, had trodden across the boundary. And this was punishment enough, although she could still pay for her indiscretion later.

She felt a hand on her back, pushing her down. She reached towards her toes and the kiss of a crop touched her raised bottom. Her cheeks flinched instinctively. The crop landed a stinging welt. Two more followed. Tears fell down her cheeks as someone positioned himself at her head, reaching across her bent form to hold her cheeks apart, while the other teased her with the tip of the crop. It left her not knowing if further beatings would follow. But then unexpectedly a finger was inserted, then two, easing in and out, confusing her senses, mixing pain with pleasure, providing a cocktail of juices to seep down her legs.

She was careful to remain in position until instructed to move, but it didn't stop her body from squirming in response. She understood now why Shadow had paid particular attention to detail when bathing and massaging her earlier.

They led her then, one on each arm, to a couch, divided at one end to allow her legs to be parted and fastened securely, leaving a gap in the middle for Master to stand in. The divisions were hinged. Once her ankles were bound it meant Master might choose to push them still wider to provide further openness to her sex.

They'd kept her kneeling on the couch while the fastenings were made secure. Now there was a tug on her arms as the wrist cuffs were chained to those on each ankle.

Her back arched and tummy muscles strained to hold the position. Someone stood to the side, pulling her head back, while the other massaged her breasts before clamping one budding nipple. As always the left shy one stayed hidden. Hands held the breast while a machine hummed into life, coaxing out the errant nipple, clamping it as the first. A heavily lined arc of silver was then placed under each breast to lift them away from her torso.

A hand held her back while another gently but firmly stroked her tummy muscles, reaching into her groin. They opened the lips and clamped them apart, before fingering the clitoris and sliding back and forth. At the same time her attention was distracted by hands that held her throat as they worked open her jaw until her mouth was wide, and the silver ‘O' inserted behind her teeth.

No, not that! She thought she'd left that behind. She had never been keen on the metal in her mouth. Shadow hadn't used it in ages. Now her tummy squirmed in panic, dreading the foreign object that held open her jaws. It stirred a past fear she had never overcome from too many times of forced oral and sperm erupting into her mouth. She suspected they understood and anticipated her fear, using the metal insertion as an aid.

She struggled in vain to loose her bonds, caught between dread and the intense excitement coming from what was happening in her groin as it flooded the fingers immersed within. The pain-pleasure confused. It was always the way. She had nothing on which to focus. One sensation would distract from the other, but at the same time enhance and stimulate, building to a peak when feelings simply took over and she could squirm and scream all she liked, but in the end, had no choice other than to let it be.

And it was in that moment, when part of her was in ecstasy and the other in torment, that something wet and thin slid into her mouth, towards her throat.

‘Opening yourself to me means in every part, not just those parts you choose. Now do this for me. Open your throat muscles completely, and relax.'

Abi knew it was Dream Catcher who stood at her head, and she wanted so desperately to please. But still she was afraid. She couldn't help it, she just was.

He seemed to feel her pain. ‘Trust me. Do as I say. You will come to no harm, I promise.'

His words were gentle, caressing, lulling her into obedience and to his will. He pulled her back into his chest, her face cradled in his hand, while the other held the tube in her mouth. Slowly it edged its way down like a long, wriggling worm, while a vibrator humming at the entrance to her vagina offered a distraction.

Her body relaxed and rivulets of juices dripped down her legs. Stomach muscles spasmed in tune with the sexual feelings that aroused, as once more she was transported to that place beyond what is... to what might be.

She enjoyed so much the sensation of being held, tightly bound, with hands that caressed and aroused. But then, with two men stimulating and massaging, she felt a passion welling up so fierce it was like being burned alive in a fire that embraced her whole body. There wasn't one part where she didn't feel special, controlled and loved.

The worm-like device was removed from her mouth, and it was the familiar penis-like shape being pushed in. She felt the leather gag strapping it in place.

Then, with wrists momentarily released from their bonds, two pairs of hands leaned her on all fours on the couch. Between her legs was something waiting to enter, and before she had time to think it penetrated her sex, quivering suddenly into life, taking her to the edge of the orgasm that had been waiting to suck her in.

‘You will not come, slave, until I say. Do you hear? You will do it for me, and then only when I command you to do so. Hold that feeling until then.'

Her Master's voice! She raised her head, and hands held it there while her wrists were locked into position on either side of the couch.

Another hand fingered her breasts, her nipples, pulling them, pinching and hurting, while other hands played across her back, working their way down to her buttocks. She listened to the voices of Shadow and Dream Catcher. They were talking openly about her body, and it was a strange feeling. The words were new, exciting. On the one hand they seemed dispassionate, and yet they were so much a part of her that she felt them personally. She had worked hard on turning fat into muscle. Her figure was honed. She had lost a dramatic amount of weight. She looked so different that she had to remind herself it really was her she saw in the mirror. And even on the inside she had changed. Her thought patterns were that of a slave. The submissive character was welcome, accepted, it had taken over.

The sensation between her legs was driving her to distraction. She knew she could hold back the orgasm no longer. It was coming, creeping up, threading a trail from somewhere deep within to gather at her clit, erupting around her pussy, and... and...

A whip slashed across her buttocks, sparking flashes of pain. It took her breath away with the suddenness of the impact. Moments later she caught the swishing sound she had missed before, and then it came, burning her cheeks. She wanted to scream and shout and swear and blast the air with expletives, but none was possible because of the object filling her mouth. Cursing inwardly didn't help at all.

All she could do was hold herself ready, expecting it, preparing as best she could... but it didn't come. At first she was in a no-man's land of indecision, uncertain as to whether the assault on her had ceased. But the moments went by. Nothing. She was safe. It was over. And there was still the pleasure contained within. She relaxed her body, daring to focus again on the pleasure part of the experience and the ever increasing sensation in her groin, buzzing like a time bomb just waiting to explode. And again it was building, growing, needing, aching, yearning to take her...

Without warning the air hummed around her. The lash bit and stung. Carefully placed it left a weal just above the spot it had hit before. Even the imitation cock couldn't hold her scream. The impact of leather biting into flesh brought a fire such as she had never known before. Her whole body was on heat. The warmth from its rays was taking her over, making her its own, merging with the pulsing in her groin, heightening the sensation, suspended on the line between the ultimate of extreme pleasure and intense pain.

She didn't know any more where to put herself, how to be, where to take the experience. All her senses were confused. As two more whippings followed the intensity grew. She couldn't think, couldn't even feel any more or distinguish between one flick of the whip and another. It was driving her to some other place; a place she had visited only once before.

Then her cheeks were being soothed, massaged, and parted. Fingers, so many fingers, slipped easily in. Another vibrator nestled snug between her cheeks, while unable to stop the flow or to contain the orgasm any further she started to come in a flood and mix of emotion.

Words came from a long way off, hardly entering her consciousness. ‘Yes, you can come now, slave. Let it happen. Feel it. Know it for what it is. Let your mind be empty and just experience. Allow your body to become the orgasm, don't try to hold back. You are safe. You are protected. You are loved.'

They plugged her ears, hooked her collar to the head of the couch and watched her pulsing, vibrating body squirming, raging with the intensity that assaulted, taking her over the edge to a place where few might venture.

Time stood still. It was of no consequence. She had entered sub-space... it was all that mattered. She was floating on a wisp of air, gently floating, weightless, carried on a current that took her wherever it would... she didn't care, didn't know, couldn't feel or touch or taste or swallow. She simply was in that state of being, floating away to a place unknown.

It was like going back to the womb. The darkness welcomed her, and yet at the same time it wasn't dark at all. If she had to describe a colour she might have said it was misty blue. But then again each emotion gave off a different variant of colour, merging with the rest until it was impossible to tell where one ended and another began. She was enveloped, cosseted in folds which held her close. She nestled there, taking comfort from the storm of emotion that had drowned her body.

 

Abi woke sometime late afternoon, early evening, to find Shadow on one side of her, Dream Catcher on the other. They were awake and watchful, one hand resting lightly on her back.