Yes, Master (13 page)

“Okay, then you can have beer. But pour me a wine,” she says as she lifts her chin toward the fridge. Fuck, I can’t keep watching her without stroking my aching cock. So I walk over and get the wine and a beer and find she’s placed a glass on the bench top.

“Stella, your drink’s here,” I say as I’m pouring it.

“Bring it to me.”
 

I pick up the glass and walk over to her, but her back is still to me.

“Leave it on the bench and set the table,” her orders are being said in a direct husky tone.

“I don’t know where anything is?”

“Familiarize yourself because you’ll be spending a lot of time here. Tonight I’m making gnocchi Alfredo, so we need bowls and forks.” Okay, at least I know what I’m searching for.

I open every cupboard and drawer and find where all the plates are and where the cutlery is.

I take two bowls over to Stella and go to step past her to head to the dining table. But she steps in my way, blocking my path from leaving.

Stella stands with one hand on her hip and the other hand leaning up against the bench.

“That kiss made me wet,” she says and instantly my cock has gotten harder.

“I’m glad,” I say as a small smirk marks my lips.

“Is that so?”

“Definitely.” I stay rooted on my spot and avoid her eyes.

“Do you want to kiss me again?”

Fuck, no. I want to bury my nose deep into your pussy and li……

“Ryan, I asked you a question and I expect an answer.” Stella’s tone hardens.

“Yes, but….”

“But, what?”

“I don’t want to kiss you on the lips.”

“Oh, please share what’s going on in that deviant mind of yours,” she says as she takes a step closer to me.

What do I have to lose?

Maybe she’ll be pleased with me and reward me if I tell her.

Maybe she won’t.

It’s a risk I’m willing to take.

“I want to be devoted to your pussy as you quake around my tongue while you’re grinding your hips hard on my face.”

“Now that sounds promising.” She tries to hold in a small smile but her eyes give her away.

“That’s what I’d like to do to you, Stella.”

“Maybe when I’m just Stella you can, but tonight, after dinner I’ll be your Master.”

“Okay,” I sigh. I was really hoping on propping her up on the bench and feasting on her cunt.

Hopefully I’ll be able to do that next time.

She takes a step closer to me again, and now she’s in my personal space. I look down at her and she moves her head so she’s looking up at me. She takes another small step, and we’re standing torso to torso.

But again, I’m a coward and look away from her penetrating eyes.

“Look at me,” she commands.

I can’t though.

She sees my secrets and she sees my darkness.

“Don’t make me tell you twice,” she says in a softer gentler tone as she skims her nose down the length of my neck, just inhaling my scent.

I close my eyes and feel her heat through my clothes, and damn she’s intoxicating. I sway and lean into her just wanting to be as close to Stella as possible.

She sucks my chin into her mouth and I let out a small groan. The wetness of her lips wrapped around my chin causes a spike of electricity to shoot up my spine making me shiver. She pulls her mouth away slowly and grips my cock through my jeans, massaging it in her hand as she brings her mouth to my chin again.
 

I lean out to grab the bench, because even though she’s only just touched me, I feel like I’m about to grab her turn her around and screw her hard.

But her hand tightens on my cock and she bites down on my chin, fucking hard.

My eyes fly open from the surprising painful contact and I try to pull away from her, but Stella’s grip is unwavering on my cock.

She stops biting my chin and leans back so I can see her.

“You’ve displeased me, Ryan. It’s about my pleasure, not yours. When I say for you to look at me, I expect for you to do as I request.” Shit, she’s mad. And she’s not letting go of my cock instead she’s clenched her grip harder.

What I find though, is her grip’s teetering between pleasure and pain. I can tell by her face, she knows what she’s doing to me.

“Tell me you understand what I just said,” she says in a dark and husky manner.

“I definitely get it.”

“Good. And from now on, your cock is my possession. As are you.” She lightens the grip and my shaft is missing her fingers around it, regardless of how hard she was holding it.

“I understand,” I say with a small amount of mirth in my voice.

“Do you think this is a joke?”

“Not at all, it’s just that I quite enjoyed what you did.”

“You did, did you?”

I nod my head once.

“I’m thinking a piercing may benefit us both,” Stella says as she runs her finger over her lips.

“A piercing? What sort of piercing are you talking about?”

“A Prince Albert, of course.” She looks at me seriously.

She wants me to get my dick pierced? Is she for fucking real?

“Um, no I don’t think anyone’s sticking a needle through my cock.”

“Really, is that what you believe, Ryan?” She leans up against the bench and lifts an eyebrow at me.

“Yes,” I say with a shaky voice.

“Well I think we’ll revisit this situation, because it’s very pleasurable once it heals for both of us.” Stella turns and starts putting dinner in the bowls.

I think I best do some research on PA’s when I get home and see what it actually involves.

“Please take dinner to the table, Ryan,” Stella says as turns to her side to look at me.

Seems the PA conversation is done,
for now.

Chapter 16

“Are you ready to submit?” Stella asks as I push my empty plate in front of me.

“I think I am.”

“Tonight, we’ll take it slow. I’ll instruct you on what I want from you, we’ll have a small play and when we’ve finished from the scene then we can talk about it. How does that sound to you?”

“It seems fairly reasonable.”

“Great, what I want from you right now is to follow me to my dungeon.”

Wow, she has a dungeon and I can’t wait to see what she has in there.

We leave the plates and she takes my hand leading me down a long corridor and stands in front a relatively inoffensive door.
 

“Now, I’m still Stella and I’m not your Master at this stage. I’ll tell you to go into waiting position, which is what you did on Friday night, and that’s the moment I become your Domme.”

“Alright.”
 

She turns the handle to the door and steps inside the already lit room.
 

I don’t know where to look first, I feel like I’m a young kid in awe standing inside a fully stocked candy store. In the far left corner is a St Andrews cross that stands quite regal yet daunting on its own.

Beside it, toward the center of the wall is a large wooden four poster bed that has eye bolts anchored at various heights up the posts.

In the right hand corner is a whipping post that has the standard eye bolt at the top, but it also has cuffs drilled in the base enabling Stella to have a subs legs spread apart and secured instead of using a spreader bar.

There’s a leather and wood whipping bench that takes pride in the middle of the room. On two of the walls there’re whip stands which house canes, crops, belts, straps, paddles and whips.

The only thing I can’t see is a cock and ball restraint, and that pleases me to know that I won’t be subjected to that.

“You’re fairly quiet,” Stella says as she places her hand on my forearm.

“It’s quite overwhelming, but I’m glad you don’t have a CB restraint.”

She smiles and lets out a small laugh.

“Seems my new sub’s been doing some research, but it’s a CBT restraint. The T is for torture,” she wittingly adds as she winks at me.

Oh shit. Torture.

“I’ve been trying to understand it all.”

She looks at me and smiles again.

“That’s pleasing, Ryan. Now before we begin tell me what your safe words are.” She steps away from me and goes to lean up against the whipping bench.
 

“Red is stop immediately, yellow is you can proceed with caution and green is go.”

“Excellent, you’re doing well. Now you need to know what I want and expect from you. When you call on me to be your Master you can strip down and be in waiting position outside the door, or you can call me Master so I know what head space you’re in. It’s up to me to decide how far we’ll go, but I’ll take my cues from your body.”

I nod my head listening to her instructions.

“You know waiting position, and the other one I want you to learn is the ready position. Unless I tell you to go into the ready pose, you must greet me in waiting position. Understand?”

“Of course,” I confirm.

“For ready position, I want you kneeling down sitting back on your haunches with your legs spread wide apart and your chin on your chest with your hands palm side down on your thighs.”

“Okay.” I think I get it.

“I need you to remove your clothes and get in waiting position outside by the door on the mat. When I’m ready I’ll come to get you. But, take a moment and go to the bathroom if you need to, but get in the head space because we’re going to play.”

“Can you show me to the bathroom please?”

“Get your bag and I’ll show you to my room.”

“I’ll be staying with you?” I ask as we step outside the dungeon and go to where my bag is.

“It’s part of aftercare, Ryan. I like to make sure you’re okay because it can get quite intense and powerfully emotional when we’re in a scene. So yes, for now you’ll be sleeping in my room. You can use the bathroom in there.” As she’s been speaking she’s lead me to her bedroom.
 

It again is large and light in color with another huge four poster bed that sits idly in the middle of the room. She has double doors that open up to a generous balcony overlooking the lush green gardens.

Her bedroom’s a complete contrast to the dungeon, the dungeon’s fairly bold and masculine where her bedroom is very petite and feminine.

It hits me like a damn freight train.

Stella knows
exactly
who she is. She may have her own angered demons that scream at her from within, but she’s learned to control them.

She may possibly live in two worlds, but she’s managed to find her medium between them.

I want that.

And I want Stella to teach me how to achieve that balance between heaven and hell.

With a new found hope of freedom I go to the bathroom and look at the fragmented man that stares back at me in the mirror.

He looks like me, he moves like I do and he even has that sadness in his eyes. We stand face to face and both of us know that our worlds will never be the same again, all thanks to a woman who’s willing to save us.

I outstretch my arms in front of me, and lean them on the vanity. I duck my head down and try to calm my rapid breath.

I can do this.

I can walk out of this bathroom and not be ashamed and embarrassed. This may very well be the beginning of silencing the black monsters that lurk and remind me how deeply wrecked I am.

Leaving the bathroom, I strip off entirely and rest my clothes on Stella’s bed. Quietly, but with knots in my stomach I pad toward the dungeon door.

When I get there, I kneel in ready position as I’ve been instructed by my Master.

I’m not sure how long I’ve been waiting, but I haven’t moved a damn inch.

If Stella’s watching me then I want her pleased and proud of me, so I remain as still as I possibly can.

To distract myself from the nerves I begin to count the seconds in my head. As I count I find that my body starts to calm. I’m not as nervous and I’m looking forward to letting go.

When I get to 306 I hear a clicking sound.

The sound’s distant but getting closer and I realize that it’s my Master in heels. But I don’t dare move a muscle.

My heart starts pounding and my blood’s rushing violently fast through my veins. I can feel the thrill and excitement and the sheer terror of the unknown.

Her clicks get louder until I hear her stop in front of me.

She taps her foot on the ground directly above my head.

“Seems my toy is ready,” she says in the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard. My damn cock was already hard, but now he’s tormenting me by leaking a little cum on my thighs.

My Master pets my head slowly, moving her hand down my back. A trail of heat follows her touch and I will myself not to look up at her and show her how much I want her.

“Is my toy ready to play?” my Master asks me.

Fucking yeah I’m ready.

“Yes,” I moan. Before I know it I get a hard swat with something on my ass. Shit, it stings and I’m sure it’s going to leave a mark.

“Yes, what?” she says with an angry tone.

I forgot to call her Master.

“Yes, Master.”

“Next time you forget your place, slave, then I’ll use a paddle. It won’t be for your pleasure either, it’ll be for your punishment.”

I best remember to call her Master or I fear I won’t be able to sit on my butt for a week.

“I’m going to open the door to the dungeon and you may crawl over to the whipping bench. There’s a mat waiting for you there, I want you in ready position. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.” I added the master as quickly as I could this time.

“Keep your head at a position where you can only see where you’re going, you’re not permitted to look at me,” Master issues my instructions.

I hear the door open and my Master step inside the room.
 

“You may enter.”

I lift my head slightly and start to crawl into the dungeon.

Damn, I chance a small sideways look and see my Master has black stilettos on with black stockings.

I thought that was a cliché image people get in their heads, but I don’t fucking care how tacky anyone thinks it is, she looks sexy as sin. And the only thing I can see is her damn footwear and legs.

As I crawl past her she flicks me once more with whatever she has in her hand and it stings, again.