To Serve Is Divine (5 page)

“We’re going to play my version of fetch.”

Catherine stayed still, intrigued now. She hadn’t thought when he said he wanted to play a game that he’d meant a real game. When she remained stoic, he went on.

“In a moment, you are going to rise and walk to the wall behind you. I expect you to walk backwards for it would be rude of you to turn your back on me unless directed to. When I give the word, you will turn around and select one of the impact toys off the wall, and then carry it back to me in your teeth while you crawl.” He stood up and walked across the room. Catherine could hear a cupboard opening and closing, and then Sir returned to his seat. “Look at me,” he directed.

She looked up and in his hand was a clear bag which had what appeared to be metal balls in it. They were red and gold in color. The red ones were larger in diameter, perhaps an inch and a half, and there seemed to be fewer of them in the bag. The one-inch silver ones were bumpy.

“Do you know what these are?” Sir asked while he shook the bag.

“No, Sir.”

“These are Ben Wa balls, and I think you’ll find the way I intend to use them on you,” he paused choosing his words with care, “a torturous pleasure.” He smirked. “I’m going to toss them out on the floor and you, my wanton slut, are going to fetch them.”

Her eyes darted across the floor as an icky feeling crept over her.

Sir noticed. “Is there a problem, Catherine?”

“A small one, Sir. This girl is wondering if that is sanitary.”

His answering laugh was warm. “I assure you it is. Let me say that renting these private rooms comes at a hefty price that includes a thorough top to bottom scrubbing in between uses and once daily even if the room is not used. Does that allay your fears?”

“Aye, Sir. Thank you.”

The game seemed simple enough to her, but Catherine wasn’t sure where the pleasure part was going to come in. She took a breath and waited for him to finish explaining the game.

“You will crawl and fetch them with your mouth. While you retrieve the balls, I will be following behind you with whatever impact toy you have chosen for me to use.”

Oh!
So Sir would be paddling her while she crawled around like a dog. It bordered on the humiliating side and Catherine liked the idea.

“Also, while you are crawling, you’re to keep your knees spread wider than your elbows so that I have a clear view of your pussy at all times. Once you retrieve a ball you are to arch your ass into the air and lower the bottom of your chin to the floor, and open your mouth. I will remove the ball and place it into the appropriate orifice depending on the color of the ball.”

Sir’s chuckle was dark when her mouth popped open in understanding.

“Yes, Catherine. I will be stuffing your ass and cunt with these. It will be easy at first, but the game will become more difficult as we go on. I expect you to hold each of these balls in after they’re placed. If you drop one, the game will halt, and I’ll take you over my knee for five spanks before we’ll resume.”

Giving her head a slow nod, she responded, “This slut has never done anything like this, but she will do her best to not disappoint you, Sir.” Her pussy tingled with excitement.

“You’re not to come during this game, Catherine. I will not be granting permission, so don’t waste your breath begging for it. You will control yourself. When all the balls are collected, if you have done well, you’ll be rewarded with the choice of which hole you want me to fuck. If I decide you haven’t done well, hm, I believe I’ll have you suck me off and we’ll call it a night.”

Catherine decided right then that she had to beat his game. She was going to amaze him while she scurried around and held the balls. The idea that he might end the night so soon was not one she wanted to entertain. With the possibility already existing that they may never see each other again, she was determined to do what she could to make it last.

“Do you have any questions, Catherine?” he asked, his tenderness pulled against her chest once again.

“No, Sir. This girl understands the rules and is ready to play,” Catherine answered with conviction.

“Very well then, rise and head to the wall to choose your toy,” he instructed.

She rose and walked backward until he commanded her to stop.

“Turn around now, and make your selection. Oh, and Catherine, keep in mind that I don’t have a light swing when you make your choice.”

She was more than aware of the way her body reacted to impact toys. While she looked over the limited selection before her, Catherine realized Sir’s “no coming” edict was going to be quite difficult to follow. She could already imagine the toy connecting with her skin while she became fuller with each ball she retrieved.
Shit!

Catherine looked at the floggers, and dismissed them without a second thought. Their touch was too much like a caress to her and would have her flying over the edge in no time. Next to the floggers were the riding crops and leather straps. They stung, but not with enough force for her liking. Catherine was afraid she would have the same problem with the crops that she would with the floggers. She sidestepped to the next section and found herself staring at the canes.

Sir had said he liked to push limits. Could she handle this one being pushed? The impact would be painful and what she needed to not focus on the sensation that would be building inside of her. In fact, Catherine was sure it would not be possible to even think about coming with the cane striking her.

A whistling sound. Her flesh splitting. The stings becoming hot fire instead of fading to warm caresses . . .

She didn’t realize she’d begun shaking and hyperventilating until his arms wrapped around her from behind and she’d felt his lips kissing the side of her neck. Sir pulled her in tight; the constriction of his arms around her helping to ground and calm her.

“Shh, Catherine,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ve got you. You’re safe, my precious jewel.”

He turned her in his arms, removing the canes from her view.

Catherine buried her nose in his chest, and breathed in his scent – musky with a whisper of sweetness. A wave of calm washed over her while Sir continued to stroke her back. Her breathing leveled out and her body stilled in his embrace as he placed small kisses over her forehead and eyes.

“Better now?” he asked, tipping her chin up to look at his face.

She gasped at the emotion and concern she saw looking back at her.

~~~Chapter 4~~~

My Card, M’lady

With a watchful gaze Jayden followed her careful unsure steps backward while she withdrew to the wall. It was clear that she hadn’t been trained in the withdrawal walk – as he called it – and he knew they would work on that. He found it rude when a submissive turned their back on him. Besides, he always enjoyed watching their tits bounce while they took those retreating steps. Catherine’s were no exception. Jayden was hypnotized by them, loved that they were real tits – full enough to satisfy his need to maul, yet small enough that she could get away without lingerie if need be. He wouldn’t deny a fondness for large tits; he was human and male. However, ‘real’ would win out over ‘large’ with him any day.

When she was almost to the wall he had her stop and turn around with his curiosity peaking over what she would choose. Looking at her reddened ass, Jayden found himself disgusted and turned on at the same time.

He was disgusted because he had allowed himself to get lost in her whimpers and moans while his open hand made contact with her soft flesh. The mental distraction meant that he had no idea how many times he had struck her, and that was inexcusable.

He was turned on for the same reason, though. Catherine had enjoyed the excessive spanking. That was clear when Jayden slipped his finger inside her and found a dripping honey-pot. She liked excess, and she liked it rough. He’d found his match. There was no doubt in Jayden’s mind that he would be offering her a contract – and doubtless a collar – as soon as possible.

The cane was his favorite impact toy and would be perfect for this game. However, she’d stated the cane was a hard limit so Jayden wasn’t expecting her to even consider it. He’d always used this game as a first test. It had a little bit of everything in it: exhibition in the way he required them to be spread out for him to see, humiliation in the act of crawling and fetching like an animal, and pain tolerance in the continual paddling.

Because coming was forbidden, the game tested their orgasm control. The bumpy texture of the silver balls slipping around inside while they crawled and stretched to reach the balls made it almost impossible to hold off an orgasm.

After about three of the ten balls were in their pussy, it did become more difficult for them to clench and hold, therefore he got a feel for their muscle strength. The spread stance Jayden required made it even harder.

Since five of the balls – the red ones – would end up in their ass, anal tolerance was also measured. If they couldn’t handle that, there was no way they would handle his cock in their ass, and all bets would be off because Jayden fucking loved anal sex.

Jayden had never had a sub manage to not drop a ball during the game. It was designed for them to fail, and it also gave him the opportunity to see if they would be angered by the punishment or accept it. Their reaction said a lot about how much they desired to submit.

Catherine hovered at the floggers, and much to his surprise, Jayden thought she was going to pick one. Given what he’d already witnessed, he was pretty sure the flogger would be a guaranteed orgasm for her. When she moved on without choosing one, he smiled and gave her a mental ‘attagirl.’ She didn’t hesitate long in front of the crops and straps either.

Jayden was intrigued when she side-stepped the crops and stopped in front of the canes. Why was she even considering those after telling him they were a hard limit? He was about to say something to her about wasting time and needing to make a choice when her shoulders started heaving up and down, and she gulped at the air. Her whole body started shaking, and Jayden flew out of the chair rushing over to her.

On instinct, Jayden wrapped his arms around Catherine and began shushing and consoling her.
Fuck!
She was having some kind of breakdown just from the sight of the canes.
What the hell had that monster done to her?
Knowing
it was the sight of the canes that had been the trigger, Jayden turned her around and cradled her to his bare chest.

After several minutes, the fragile beauty relaxed into him, and after a couple more minutes her breathing leveled out. When he was pretty sure she had regained her composure, Jayden lifted her chin to look at him, and asked if she was better. Her eyes were frightened at first, but when she took in the sincerity of his concern for her Jayden watched the fear being replaced by something else. Was that adoration? Trust?

His arms were still wrapped around her, and he realized she had snaked her tiny arms around his waist so they were in effect hugging. It felt foreign – but nice. Jayden had never hugged anyone besides his parents because it was too intimate. Hypocritical he knew, considering that in his lifestyle there wasn’t a part of his submissives’ bodies that he didn’t end up licking, kissing, or fucking at some point.

Jayden wasn’t sure what to think when the very strong desire to kiss the beauty in his arms overcame him. He wanted it so badly that he leaned in a little at a time, giving her time to understand what he was going to do.

Catherine responded by closing her eyes and lifting her mouth to Jayden in a trusting offer.

His lips crashed down onto hers and it was perfect. Their lips molded together and moved in unison with no effort. Jayden ran his tongue over her lips in a silent plea to open to him. When his tongue slipped into the warmth of her mouth and started sliding against hers, he felt like he was home.

Jayden knew he would never want to let the girl go. Her nails scraped at his lower back in her desperation to hold on. The strength of her fingers surprised him. His cock throbbed and hurt where his jeans dug into the sensitive skin. He devoured her mouth, trying to crawl into her – desperate to get inside her and never leave. His chest began to ache, and his lungs screamed for air so he had no choice but to pull back.

They were panting, and Jayden was quite aware of her tight nipples pressing into his abs. He leaned back so he could look down at her while brushing an errant strand of her fiery hair back behind her ear.

“What am I going to do with you, woman?”

Her smile was bashful. “Anything you want, Sir.”

Jayden’s mouth dropped open and he shook his head at her playfulness.

“Are you okay, Catherine? You gave me quite a fright.”

She glanced down and then back up at him. “This girl apologizes, Sir. I – she was trying to convince herself she could withstand the cane for your pleasure.” She swallowed and whispered, “But I can’t do it, not yet anyways.”

Jayden found himself pulling her against him in a tighter hug. “Oh, Catherine. It means the world to me that you were willing to even try pushing your limits for me. Listen to me. Hard limits are there for a reason. I will never ask you to push those. When and if
you
want to push them, you have but to request it of me, and we will discuss it,” he declared with a kiss to her freckled nose.