Shiraz (10 page)

"Was that your surprise? Greeting me
and asking me about work?"

He stroked my chin, "No, I have other
things in mind for you. Have a look on the bed."

He stepped aside and allowed me a full
view of our crime scene. Carefully placed all throughout the
comforter was an assortment of toys, some of which I had never even
seen before in my life. I recognized dildos, vibrators, handcuffs,
and blindfolds. My God, what was he planning?

"I want to experience total domination
of you, but I need to be absolutely sure you are on board and
comfortable. This game requires total consent from both parties
involved. I want our night together to be special, Min. From the
moment we start, you will do exactly as I tell you . . . nothing
more and nothing less. You will obey me and if you choose not to or
choose to deviate from me, you will be punished accordingly. Do you
understand what I am asking of you?"

I was still transfixed on the wild
array of accessories he had obtained. They all looked

brand new as if he had gone to an
adult store and picked up one of each item.

"I had no idea you wanted
me,
like this
.
This is what I felt from you when we first made eye contact . . .
I've never done anything at all like this before, but I feel
surprisingly safe.  The sort of safe where I can trust you
know exactly what to do with me, at all times. Does that make any
sense?"

He smiled warmly while brandishing a
riding crop. "It makes complete sense. Now, if I have your
approval, I will inform you that once we begin, I am the only one
who will put a stop to the game. You may put your own stop if you
ever feel uncomfortable. We need a shared word to use, just in
case. This will tell me the difference between your playing along
and needing me to genuinely stop. Do you have any
suggestions?"

I thought for a moment, glancing at
the wine we had shared on the dresser. Another bottle was unopened
and ready for consumption.  

In suggestion, "How about
Shiraz?"

He whipped the crop against the bed,
producing a violent "thwap" against the mattress.  "Shiraz it
is, then. Are you ready to begin, Melinda? This is your last chance
to back out, and I will fully understand."

He didn’t shorten my name like he
usually does, which meant he was serious. I stepped up to him and
kissed his face, embracing his well-structured face against mine.
"I want you to dominate me completely, Master. I am
yours."

His unoccupied hand came up behind my
back and took hold of the back of my head.  "You are a very
good girl. Let us begin." I nodded with a sexy pout.

"The first thing you will do is wash
off the filth that has accumulated on your body. Let's go into the
bathroom. I need to make sure you properly clean
yourself."

I opened the bathroom door and blindly
found the light switch. Ryan stood in the doorway as I removed my
entire work uniform.

"Place those by the toilet," he
demanded with a clean nod towards the toilet.

"Yes Master," I replied, my voice
quivering. I moved everything exactly where he ordered me to do so,
stuffing the socks inside of my shoes as we all know socks
magically disappear. I turned to him and watched as he strutted
past me in order to run the water.  He rolled up the sleeve of
his jacket and shirt, checking to be sure that the water was at
perfect temperature . . . whatever his perfect temperature was.
Body wash, a sponge, and shampoo joined with conditioner were
already selected and waiting on the sink.

"Alright, take off your clothes and
place them in the opposite corner, by the edge of the
tub."

I followed his instructions again,
slipping my scrub top over my head, and freeing my tits for him to
stare at slowly following with my bottoms. I crumpled my scrubs and
put them in the corner he had pointed at. I stood up again and
fidgeted with my hands, watching him stare at me. He stepped in my
direction, taking both of his hands and lifting up both of my tits,
looking at the underside of each like I was a show dog.

"Turn around and bend over, placing
your hands on the edge of the tub."

I rotated in place, making sure he
could see every inch of the rear of my body. I arched my back and
hunched over the tub, cupping my hands over the rim.
 

"Arch your back some more."

I bent my spine more, holding pose
while he inspected my body. His hands ran across my ass and
underneath, fingering my labia, his favorite spot. Unlike last
night he did not dive immediately into my lap. He was performing an
inspection.

"You need to clean yourself. I expect
you to be presentable. Pull open the curtain, start the shower,
then step in."

I got up from my prone position and
turned on the deluxe shower head, which could have made for a real
show if I ever got to use it properly. I lifted one leg over the
tub and got in, shuddering when the hot water sprayed my stomach.
Ryan watched this with the casual eye of someone witnessing a
sunset. He picked up the sponge and body wash just before handing
it to me.

"Use these to remove the dirt from
your skin. Scrub top to bottom."

I locked his gaze with mine and poured
the wash into the sponge, squeezing it between my fingers and
working it into a rich lather. I rubbed the sponge across my
shoulders, guiding it over my tits as he continued to make sure I
did as he saw fit. I continued to soap my stomach and back, washing
away the grime he demanded I remove.

"Good. Now wash your holes, both of
them. Lift up your left leg so that I can be sure you are properly
cleaning yourself. I'll be watching."

Ryan squatted down while I raised my
leg, spreading my pussy open for him to examine while I soaped up
my entire private area. He barely blinked while I scrubbed at my
dirty hole, vigorously soaping it so that I would please him again.
I reached farther down and dragged the sponge across my asshole,
careful to display it too for my new commander.  I watched the
hunger in his eyes increase while I cleaned myself in front of him,
dying to touch myself with my other hand. I reached up to feel my
nipple hardening.

"Stop that. I did not tell you to
touch yourself."

I dropped my hand from my chest. Ryan
was glaring at me, disappointed that I had already disobeyed him.
 

"I'm sorry, Master . . . I couldn't
help--"

"At what point did I tell you that you
could speak?"

I silenced myself, the water pounding
my right thigh as I faced him head on. If I spoke again, I didn't
know what would happen to me. I had to behave.  

"Turn off the shower. We'll worry
about your hair later. You need to be disciplined."

I stepped out of the tub, still
dripping with suds. I faced the faucet and reached for
the

handle, shutting off the flow of
water. Ryan had a towel ready, forcefully drying my body with his
eager hands. He paid special attention to the inside of my thighs,
and bent down once again to his knees intensely patting me
dry.

"Spread your legs wider!"

I moved my feet away from each other,
allowing him to continue his work. He took two of his right fingers
and stuffed them inside my pussy, causing me to yelp in pleasure
and surprise. He removed them just as quickly and brought them to
his nose.

"Hmm. That will do. Move to the bed
and stand facing the exit of the bedroom."

I left the shower behind and moved
past him while he followed my path. A barren section of the
comforter was free of toys and accessories, close to the head of
the bed. I took note of that as I spun around and focused on Ryan,
whose arms were crossed in front of his chest. He was either
plotting his next move or moving to the next page of a script he
already wrote in his head.

"Do not move, or turn your head in any
way."

I kept my head still, watching him
move past me to the far side of the bed. After hearing rustling
from the mattress he came back with what I assumed was a gag, strap
with a ball in the middle. He wrapped it around my throat and
secured the gag in my mouth, immediately preventing me from
protesting anything he wanted. My mouth stretched wide open, and my
mouth began to salivate. I was adoring this, but would never
violate the order he had given me to remain silent.

"This is the beginning of your
punishment for speaking up. A good girl listens and never
talks."

He tightly gripped my face in his
hand, clutching my cheeks as if they were a baseballs ready to be
thrown into play. His eyes discredited me like a puppy who had peed
on the floor.  

"Lie face down on the bed. I need to
train you."

Drool dripped down my chin from the
gag. I sprawled myself onto the bed, my tits squished against the
cool surface of the comforter. Once again, I could not see what he
was doing behind me. My hands were then pulled backwards, secured
in place at the moment by his incredibly strong grip. I felt silk
being wrapped around my wrists, a knot tied around them, holding my
arms steadfast. I was not going anywhere.

Ryan reappeared in front of me. I
could see a bulge in the front of his pants that still grew as he
was already getting off on enslaving my body. I watched him select
the same riding crop he had tested before. My breathing
intensified, a puddle of spittle hanging from the gag. His body
moved back behind my viewpoint. I felt the crop tracing my back,
selecting a target. The head of the crop moved down to the bottom
of my ass.

He reared back and struck my ass,
sending a lightning bolt of pain throughout

my cheek. I tried to cry out but the
gag did its job, silencing me from expressing this amazing
combination of pain and enjoyment. He used the crop to hit me
again, marking me at the same spot on the other side to match. I
could feel welts begin to rise.

"Are you enjoying this?"

I attempted to respond, but the ball
in my mouth stopped my vocalizing of any kind. I nodded as
vigorously as I could. He continued to strike my ass, never marking
the same place twice, sparing me the pain of hitting just short of
drawing blood. The endorphins from the pain set my clit on fire. He
whipped me like a new horse he had intentions of breaking in. I was
his willful punching bag, ready to take all the punishment he had
in store for me.

He smacked my upper thigh one more
time with the crop. "I think you've learned one lesson. Let's move
on."

He clearly enjoyed keeping me in
suspense. My ass burned in a sprinkle of spots from the lashing,
and I pondered what was next on the list of toys.  

"Turn on your back."

I rolled over, first on to my left
side, and then changing my mind to face the ceiling. He had what
looked to be rope in his hands. He grabbed my left leg, wrapping
the dark rope around my ankle and securing it to the leg of the
bed. He did the same with my right side, keeping me in a
permanently spread-eagle position. My hands remained bound behind
my back, and I could feel his eyes hovering over my fully exposed
pussy. He removed his outer jacket, hanging it up on the closet
door and rolled up both of his shirt sleeves. He selected one of
the dildos on the bed, a thick pink glob of synthetic flesh that
looked like it could have split me open.

"We are going to see how long you can
last. Would you enjoy that?"

I enthusiastically nodded
my approval, soaking the sheets with nervousness sweat from beneath
me from every opening on my body. Ryan took the dildo and moved to
the dresser with it still in hand. He popped the cap on a container
of water-based lube and applied it generously to the tip.
Just
the tip. I had
enough wetness in my pussy that I doubted I needed any, but it was
very nice of my master to still be considerate.

He flanked my side and emerged in
front of me, brandishing the dildo in his hand. He took it by the
base and teases my labia with it, of course. Much in the way, he
had drawn the head of his own cock across before inserting himself.
He forced the dildo inside me as I yowled in pleasure, a heated
animal call that beckoned to be fucked. He left the dildo submerged
inside of me, making every second feel like an hour. He began to
unbutton his shirt, revealing more of his glorious chest and
stomach one torturous button at a time. He did away with the shirt
and adjusted his pants, squeezing the still-prominent bulge that
was begging to be let out.  

Before I could see him unleash his
cock, he reached behind my head and undid the gag.

A trail of spit clung to the gag and
my chin leaving a string resembling a spider web.

"I have something else to keep you
quiet."

I strained to see beyond the top of my
head, stopping at the ceiling. I heard his pants unzipping and
dropping to the carpet. I struggled to get a better view, but every
twitch sent a shockwave through my pussy from the dildo still
lodged inside. I felt the bed sink to the right of my head, and
Ryan’s naked body crept over to my mouth. His enormous cock was
already twitching, ready to pillage my lips.