The Butterfly Temptress

He didn’t touch her, nor did he look at her. With his eyes closed, he rolled onto his back and was silent. Through desire, through curiosity, she reached out to touch his bare skin. For a moment it felt as if she had touched a hot stove, and her hand went still against his shoulder.

They were both vulnerable, she realized. To their needs, to their desires, to each other. The light was red and washed with shadows. No other illumination was necessary as she took in the picture of him. He was everything she had imagined him to be, and then some. His body was that of a man, not a boy, and hers was that of a woman, not a girl. His skin was warm and something about touching him made her feel more feminine, more sensual than anything else ever had.

They came together slowly. There was no need to rush. The mattress gave, the sheets rsutled. Quietly. Side by side they lay, giving themselves time- all the time needed to discover the path that lay before them. All the time they needed to discover what pleasures could come from the taste of mouth the mouth, the touch of flesh to flesh.

Should she have known it would be like this with him? So easy. Seemingly inevitable. His skin was warm, so very warm where she touched him. His lips demanded, they took, and they gave all with such patience, such tenderness. Gently and slowly they loved, almost as if it was her first time. As she drifted deeper, she thought dimly that perhaps it was, and if nothing else, it was the first time that had ever mattered. Innocence. The realization hit her hard and made her shiver. She felt it from him, not physically, but emotionally. She would have known it anywhere, because it came from within her as well. No matter how many had come before, for either of them, they came to one another now in innocence.

Her hands didn’t hesitate as they moved over him, but they touched and stroked as though she were blind and could only gain her own picture through other senses. He smelled faintly of soap, warm water, and cologne, but he tasted richer, almost of wine and romance. He sighed and arched, and it was, to her, more moving, more poetic than any endearment could have been.

Her body moved against his, pressing, seeking. She seemed to know his movements as he knew hers, before they even happened. His fingers in her hair, his hands against her skin. Then his lips began a long luxurious journey that she hoped would never end. Never before had she been kissed so thoroughly, so openly, without pretense or assumption.

Whispers exchanged, position readjusted. She left his lips to explore the rest of him. Across his strong chest, down his taut abdomen, to the place where his arousal was most obvious. Her hands caressed as she reveled in the feel of him, the taste of him. She slid her tongue across the tip of him, impatient for the taste of him. Ever so slowly she took him in, inch by uncredible inch, barely able to contain the shockwave of pleasure that urged her forward.

Her senses were thrown into overdrive as her lips once more found his. The length of his body was pressed against her as he half rose to turn her onto her back. She wrapped her arms around him, kissing him deeply, knowing that what for him may be a one time fulfillment of physical desire could tear her soul apart.

He removed her panties, spread her thighs and explored the molten center of her being. A tentative touch, an intimate caress and a kiss, the heat of passion pounding the blood through her heart, body and soul. He touched her breasts, then suckled them, bringing their pink tips to crested peaks. Waves of ecstasy rolled through her, and she whispered in earnest the plea of one lover to another. Seeking, wishing, desperately needing more of him than those first touches.

The heat seared her as she recognized the presence of sexual desire she hadn’t known in ages. Her breathing came in surrendered moans, a response to questions he asked without ever speaking a word. She felt the heat of his body, the pressure of him down the length of her. She exalted at the male strength and beauty of him.

She welcomed him into her body, at once electrified by his hardness and lost in the raw sensuousness that carried her to greater heights. In a dance as old as time, ancient give and take, they moved together. His expert touch, the fated joining left her thoughts fragmented and her deepest emotions laid bare. Together they found the tempo that bound them together, soaring higher, until at last the final peak of delight was reached.

He lay beside her, barely touching her, as she lay drowning in the floodtide of the liberation of her mind, body and soul. She wondered if there were others who understood what she hoped was true passion. Wrapped in tangled sheets, the feel of his heartbeat beneath her palm, she knew she herself hadn’t truly known until moments ago.

Should she feel regret? Yes, logically, knowing he was someone she had just met, she should. She’d given more of herself than she’d intended, shared more than she’d imagined, and risked more than she should have dared. But she had no regrets. Perhaps later, at mornings light, she’d make a list of why’s and why not’s. For now she wanted to enjoy and revel in the man who’d brought the desire back to life within her. With him it had felt right, almost safe, and there was a contentment and a level of comfort like she’d never known. She smiled and tried not to worry what tomorrow would bring as they both succumbed to the numbed sleep of satisfied lovers.

**Originally featured on Sensual Venus**

They could have been anywhere. A bar in the city, a pub in a foreign country, a honky tonk in the south. They could have been someones sister, someones brother. They could have been anything or anyone, anywhere. As luck would happen, they were together, in the same hotel restaurant. Alone.

She watched him and he watched her. They each gave tentative smiles and returned their attentions to the menus that had been laid in front of them. From the waiter she ordered a glass of white wine, from the waitress he ordered a glass of red. He took off his suit jacket and she removed her glasses, both wanting to be comfortable as they dined alone this evening.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him studying her. She licked her lips, lowered her lashes then caught him with a stare that relayed a message as old as time. He blushed and turned away, which made her smile. They placed their orders and reached for their prospective distractions. A novel for her, a newspaper for him.

She watched him make his way to the restroom and she wondered what he would do if she followed him. She blushed, knowing the direction her thoughts were going in. She pretended to read as she watched for him to return. Two minutes, then five. He passed the seven minute mark and she headed towards the restrooms. What if something horrible had happened to him?

The arm came out of nowhere, wrapped around her middle and dragged her into the body to which it was attached. She gasped, opened her mouth to scream, but found her mouth crushed beneath his. She gave herself over to the kiss. Her nipples hardened and she could feel the sweet spot between her legs growing wet. She knew he was hard, ready, needy.

In an instant he had her skirt bunched up around her waist. Her breasts were spilling out of her bra and she knew her shirt was missing a button or two. He pressed her against the wall, buried his face between her thighs. She bit her lip, trying not to cry out. The more he licked and prodded, the harder it was for her to stay quiet. The orgasm came from out of nowhere and rocked her hard. She bucked against his face, clutched at his hair, clinging.

He kissed her and made quick work of his pants, undoing them just enough to release the erection she had felt against her earlier. She moaned, calling to him. He grabbed her hands and held them above her head, then took first her left nipple into his mouth, then the right. She struggled, thrusting her hips towards him. She wanted his cock buried inside of her. She needed it.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him to her. He abandoned her nipples to hold both hands in his and slammed into her. One quick thrust, two, and with number three, he hit home, pressing himself as deep into her as he could, nudging her g-spot with the head of his cock. She screamed, just once, bit her lip, tasted the blood then moaned as he filled her. Over and over she felt him spasm, leaving no part of her womb untouched.

They kissed, smiled, righted themselves and made their way back to their tables. He moved his wine and newspaper to her table, then leaned over to kiss her. She smiled and pressed her lips to his. As the owner of the restaurant, he could do anything he wished in the restrooms, and as his lover, she was learning to enjoy the benefits of sleeping with the boss.

**Originally featured on Sensual Venus**

To fully appreciate the retelling of the events below, you must understand a bit about me and about my family. In my own way I am very old fashioned. I try to be modern and free but it doesn’t set well inside, deep down in my soul. I know I get this from my mother. As old fashioned as I am, she is positively antiquated in some of her beliefs and actions. It drives me insane but it also gives me yet one more reason to respect my Mama.

In her antiquated beliefs she includes no sex before marriage, The Knight and I weren’t allowed to sleep in the same room in her house, and you never ever have sex in your parents house. Fair enough. Her house, her rules. In respecting my Mama, I have never tried to make her belief that I am innocent. I don’t lie to her, I just don’t always find it necessary to fill in every last detail.

She has changed her rules a bit lately. She has allowed The Knight and I stay in the same room when we visit. I think this is because she likes him and believes his intentions are honorable but I don’t know for sure. I’m not going to question it. I’m just going to go with it.

The last time we spent the weekend with Mama and Daddy I was a mess. I was worried about my upcoming appointment, I was scared that The Knight would disappoint my parents, and I was in an extreme amount of pain. It wasn’t the pleasant visit I had hoped for and it was my fault.

By Saturday night The Knight was fed up. My parents went to bed and he pulled me towards the guest room. He held me as we talked and the more we talked, the more honest we were, the more I cried. I was a sobbing, snotty, unbelievably unattractive wreck of a girl. Man that he is, he kissed me and wiped my nose before he pressed his lips to mine.

His kisses became more insistent and soon we were naked in the moonlight. He’s not big on foreplay but just being close to him was doing enough to warm me up. I laid against him and stroked his hard cock, wishing for all I was worth that I could have him inside of me but I knew it couldn’t happen. He’d never go for making love in my parents house.
He whispered into my ear “I want to be in you. I need to be in your ass.”

I thought I misheard him. I giggled and moved to put my mouth on him. Oral sex wasn’t intercourse, so it didn’t count as sex, right? Yeah right. I was willing to tell myself anything to keep from feeling guilty for being such a hot little whore.

“Get the lube out of the suitcase and hurry up.”

I let his cock slip from my lips and I mumbled something about not packing it because he told me not to worry about it. He pulled me up where I could repeat it again. Then I mentioned that there might be Vaseline in the bathroom in an attempt to keep him in the mood while I thought of something else.

“Go look then come back. I want to fuck your ass so bad.”

I wrapped a blanket around me sarong style and tiptoed into the bathroom. On my hands and knees I rummaged under the sink without success. The medicine cabinet was also without Vaseline or anything that would have worked as lubricant. Knowing full well that I was out of luck, I dashed back to the bedroom to report in.

“There wasn’t anything? Not even baby oil?” he asked in a tone that told me he was quickly losing patience.

I giggled for a minute then replied, “We could always use butter. Or vegetable oil. Maybe even Crisco shortening.” I collapsed against him in a fit of full out laughter. The thought of fucking with baking supplies cracked me up.

“Go get some. Butter or vegetable oil, I don’t care. I’m going to fuck your ass.”

I didn’t believe him until he swatted me on the ass. Then I dressed in my pajama shirt and went to the kitchen. It was quiet as a tomb and I was sure that Mama would appear any minute and ask what I was doing with my hand in her butter bowl. I scooped a rather large amount onto a paper towel then scampered back to our room. For the love of God, I knew right then and there that I was going to hell.

Not only was I about to fornicate in my parents house, I was unmarried. To top it all off, I was about to have unmarried butt sex in my parents house. Now you tell me how the world I was going to answer for that on Judgment Day?

He kissed me full on the mouth and took the paper towel from my hand. My cunt was dripping wet and I wanted him more than ever. I needed him.

He urged me onto all fours and situated himself between my legs. I felt the slippery coolness of the Blue Bonnet at my opening as he fingered my ass. Doing something so shameless made me hotter than I’d been in a long time and he knew it. His breathing was as erratic as mine and I knew that once he had his beautifully buttered cock in my ass he would fill me to overflowing in no time.

With minimal thrusting his cock was in me. Though it was odd, the knowledge that I was having buttered butt sex, it was more comfortable than anal sex had ever been. I felt every twitch, every pulse of him as he worked his manhood in and out of me.

In a matter of seconds we were both on the edge. I felt his slippery fingers slide against my clit and my ass began to milk his cock in earnest. Moments later he came harder than I can ever remember him coming before.

He laid beside me as I cleaned his now relaxed cock. My body was on fire and my heart was full of love for the man who had just once again helped me check off yet another item on my “To Do Before I Die” list. As he pulled me onto his chest and we drifted off to sleep I couldn’t help but wonder how many other people had intimate and literal knowledge of being buttered up.

She struggled with her bag, her keys, and her sunglasses as she fumbled around trying to hit the ‘down’ button on the elevator. The cell phone in her pocket rang as the bell announced the elevators arrival, but she ignored it. Whoever it was that had decided to call her right as she was ending her shift deserved to wait for her voice mail to kick in. As she slumped against the elevator wall she exhaled deeply and closed her eyes. He’d be home when she got there. She’d had to work late and it bothered her. This was his week to work from home and she longed to be there with him instead of pulling her normal shifts at the hospital. She could almost smell his cologne and feel his arms pulling her close to him. How wonderful it would be to get home. The elevator stopped and the bell announced her floor of the parking garage.

She slid into her car, started the engine and pulled her cell phone from her pocket. She smiled a little smile and felt a small pang of guilt for not answering when she read the name on the caller id- ‘Master.’ She punched in her pin number and listened to the sound of his voice, “I was just calling to tell you that I love you and I can’t wait to see you. Drive safely but hurry home, love.” She sighed and hit the ‘2′ to save it. She saved them all. She always had and always would. He wasn’t very demonstrative so the messages meant more to her than they might to others.

On the way home she let her mind wander. They hadn’t been together very long. Not long at all. You couldn’t tell it, of course. She loved that about their relationship. They were still new to one another but at the same time, it was like they had been together all along. At first they’d had their rough spots, like any new couple did, but they’d settled in soon enough and had figured out how to best handle the tough times when they came.

She had barely pulled into the drive when she hit the button on the garage door opener. Her mind was on him, focused on getting upstairs. She left her bag on the passenger seat and headed in. She paused long enough to close the garage door and turn off the light then made her way up the basement stairs. She smelled something in the air but she couldn’t place it. She opened the door and walked into the living room.

Everywhere she looked there were candles. On the entertainment center, on the coffee table, on the table in the dining room, and in the center of the table was a vase full of the prettiest blood red roses. She closed the door behind her and walked to the dining room table. There in the center of the red roses was one white rosebud, barely open. She inhaled their scent and continued up the stairs. It was quiet- too quiet.

She opened the door to their bedroom and saw the box on the bed. On top was a card with her name written in his masculine scrawl. He’d called her ‘Sara’ as long as they had been together, but more often than not it was whispered at the most intense or most tender moments they shared. She opened the card and read what he’d written- ‘Welcome home, love. Jump in the shower and when you’re finished put on what’s in the box. Then meet me downstairs. I love you.’ Just like him to be so secretive. Without opening the box she stripped off her clothes and made her way to the shower.

The hot water felt so decadent against her skin. She loved to wash away the day and start her time with him completely clean, totally relaxed. She shaved her legs quickly before moving to her pussy. He claimed to not care one way or the other is she was shaved or ‘au natural’ but she cared. She loved knowing that there was nothing between their bodies when they made love. Rinsing quickly, she couldn’t wait to get dried off and see what was in the box.

She turned the faucet to the ‘off’ position and grabbed her towels. She wrapped one turban style around her hair and the other around her body then made her way back to the bedroom. With great care she untied the ribbon and lifted the lid off the box. The scent of Victoria’s Secret greeted her and for a second she was worried. All she ever went in there for was their shower gel and her favorite perfume. She wasn’t a teeny tiny woman who could squeeze into lingerie from that place. She was a woman with curves and for a moment she was afraid that he was trying to express his desire for someone without all the curves. Cautiously she peeled back the tissue and peeked inside.

She gasped. Lying on top of another layer of tissue paper was a small case full of her favorite goodies- shower gel, lotion, and her favorite perfume. Sliding out of her towel she began rubbing the lotion on. The scent made her feel so feminine, so much like the woman she was with him. She applied the perfume in all the right places to assure the maximum effect. When she was finished she sat down on the bed and pulled back the next layer of tissue paper.

Her breath caught in her throat and she felt her eyes begin to mist over. She laid the jewelry box on the bed and lifted out the black negligee. Lace and silk that would cover her from head to toe, with cutouts in all the right places. She slipped it over her head and as it fell into place she noticed the slit on the right that was sure to show the apex of her thighs. The man thought of absolutely everything. With a smile on her face and butterflies in her tummy she turned to the jewelry box on the bed.

It was made of the prettiest cherry wood she had ever seen. The smell told her it was made by hand and the weight was impressive. There wasn’t a single flaw in the wood or in the finish. The person who made it had spent many hours perfecting it. She ran her hands across the top, down the sides, and stopped at the shining brass lock.

She couldn’t open it. No matter how hard she tried, no matter which way she turned it, it wouldn’t budge. She laid it down and wiped her palms on the comforter. She’d applied lotion and worried that the residual was impeding her progress. She tried once more without success. As the tears began to fall the phone on the nightstand rang.

She answered quickly with only the slightest trace of an accent. “Hello?” On the other end she recognized the sounds of Bush’s ‘Alien’ and heard an intake of breath. “Are you dressed, love?” he asked in that perfect tone of voice. She smiled, wiped away the tears and replied, “Yes, Master, I’m dressed. I’m afraid however that I can’t open the wooden box.” Her voice quivered and she struggled to bring it under control. Control- funny that word should cross her mind. Then again, it was what he did so very well. The sound of his laugh brought her back to reality. “Just bring it with you when you come downstairs to the living room, Baby. I’ll open it when the time is right. Be sure to lift out the last layer of tissue paper though, love. Fifteen minutes, Sara. I love you.” With that he hung up. She was shaking like a virgin on prom night. Love had turned her into a complete fool.

She did as she was told and lifted out the last layer of tissue paper. Underneath were cuffs for her wrists made of the softest black leather. Her skin responded as she slid them into place and fastened them. The smell of perfume and leather filled the air and she felt her breathing become shallow. She inhaled deeply and glanced at the clock. Noting the time, she opened her closet and slipped on her heels. She gave herself a quick once over in the mirror, grabbed the box, and opened the door.

Her scent mingled with the scent of the roses and burning candles. She could see that outside the moon had risen higher in the sky and she wondered how long it had taken her to get dressed. Turning the corner at the bottom of the stairs she couldn’t help but stare. She closed her mouth and tried not to ask any questions.

The living room had been turned into an indoor sanctuary. Candles glowed along the front of the sliding glass door in what seemed to be a makeshift altar and the roses from the dining room table had been moved to the center. Her Master stood beside a man she had never seen before and he was wearing a black fitted turtleneck, black pants, and black boots. His glasses were gone and she could see the emotion in his eyes. To their right was his best friends wife and she was at ease. She walked slowly toward the man she loved more than life itself and wondered if she could ever possibly remember every detail of what was before her. She felt the tears threaten and raised her chin, determined to keep it together.

She handed the box to her Master and he set it aside. He took her hands in his and smiled. Instantly she was at ease. This was the man to whom she had given her heart, her soul, her submission- her all. He dropped her hands and nodded in the other woman’s direction. She turned and felt the white rosebud being pressed into her hand. Carefully she adjusted its position to avoid the thorns and as she turned back to her Master she saw that he had been given one of the red roses, almost completely open. Her heart skipped a beat and her eyes flew up to meet his. He smiled but said nothing.

He removed a small key from his pocket and fitted it into the lock on the wooden box. He lifted the lid and paused. The strange man motioned for her to join her Master. She stepped forward and glanced toward the box but couldn’t see anything. He lifted something out and passed it through the flame of the candle directly in front of the vase of roses. As he lifted it out of the flame, he turned in her direction and for the first time she could see what he held in his hands.

A collar- an everyday one, made of 14 carat yellow gold bearing a single teardrop shaped diamond. The woman behind her lifted the hair of his submissive to allow him access to her neck. The metal was still warm from the heat of the flame, but the feel of it against her bare skin made her shiver. His eyes held hers as the tears flowed freely.

“My Sara…” he paused only long enough to wipe away the single tear that had slipped silently down his cheek then continued on. “…this is a symbol of my promise to you- to love you, to guide you, to cherish you, and to protect you. Ours is a love based on passion, respect, and the desires that coexist so perfectly. Do you accept this promise and the dynamics that go with the collar that will circle your throat forever more?” He asked the questions he already knew the answers to.

She knelt before him and responded in a soft voice, “My Master…” In a moment of perfect clarity she saw the path stretching out before them and in her heart she knew that her response came from the very core of her being. “…I accept your collar, your promise, and the dynamics that go with them all. Ours is a love that is based on passion, respect, and the desires that coexist so perfectly. Though I am bound to you forever more, it is in that bond that I find freedom and the courage to soar.” She kissed his upturned palms and allowed him to lift her to stand beside him.

They each picked up their respective roses and faced one another. With the thorn of his red rose he pricked her middle finger and squeezed two drops of blood onto the petals of her white rose. In turn she offered the thorn of her rose to him and he pricked his own finger and let two drops of his blood fall onto the white rose, one that stands alone and another directly on top of one drop of her blood. With their eyes locked on one another they pressed their fingers together vowing to be joined by blood from this moment on.

The strange man rattled a length of lightweight chain and passed it through the flame. He, along with his best friends’ wife, wrapped the length of chain around them. They repeated after the man simple vows of eternal love and devotion that came from some ancient lifestyle ritual and she was reminded of the seriousness of what they were doing. As fresh tears slipped down her cheeks she pressed the drops of blood on her rose to his rose and they exchanged them. She felt the chain being removed, but her focus was on her Master, on the man she had pledged herself to. They placed their roses in a small vase on the makeshift altar and joined hands. Time stood still as his lips touched hers.

The strange man handed them the length of chain wrapped in a satin cloth and was introduced as her Masters best friend. She was pleased that his friends were able to share in their bonding ceremony and she couldn’t help but smile as she fingered the collar at the base of her throat. She felt his hand at the small of her back and she knew that she had made the right choice. Watching him closely, she saw in him her every dream come true and she had never been more proud to belong to him than she was at that very moment.

They said their good-byes and closed the front door. With a small laugh he turned in her direction. “Shall we finish the ceremony, love?” She shivered and placed her hand in his. “Yes, Master” she replied. He picked up the small vase with their roses and led her to the dining room table. From a bag beside the table he removed tethers and attached them to the legs of the table. She felt herself becoming more wet than she ever remembered being. As she watched him spread a length of black satin across the tabletop she began to panic. He’d taken her by surprise when normally he was so predictable. He’d caught her off guard.

He returned to her side and slid the negligee over her head. She stood before him completely naked except for the leather wrist cuffs and her collar, and she felt so sexy. He took her hand and whispered into her ear “I love you, baby girl. Slide up on the table and lay back with your arms by your side.” She could no more disobey him than she could stop the sun from rising. She felt the slippery satin against her skin and sighed. Her nipples were hard and if he looked close enough her Master would see her wetness.

She closed her eyes and watched him as he attached the tethers to her cuffs. She pulled against the restraints, not daring to believe that he would actually keep her from moving. It did no good. She couldn’t move. She moaned a small moan of frustration and willed herself to relax. He was her Master and she trusted him without reservation.

She felt him pull her legs apart, his fingers on her inner lips gently prodding then finally pulling her apart. She knew what he would see. Her clit was no doubt swollen and begging for his touch. As if he could read her thoughts, he obliged her by squeezing her clit between his thumb and forefinger. She cried out and thrust her hips forward. The more she moved her hips the more pressure he applied. In an instant she climaxed. “That’s it, baby girl….come for your Master.” His voice, his touch, the ceremony all proved too much and she was overcome with emotion.

“Master!” she screamed, completely unable to form a coherent thought. As quickly as he’d started, he stopped. His fingers were replaced by his tongue and she felt his fingers slide into her cum drenched pussy. They connected with her g-spot and she bucked wildly against his hand and mouth. She was his puppet, his toy, his plaything and she was powerless against it. With one last flick of his magical tongue he sent her spiraling over the edge once more.

She couldn’t open her eyes and her mouth was dry. She felt him move away from her and mumbled in protest. As quickly as he had moved away, he returned. She felt his weight on top of her and willed herself to open her eyes. “That’s it, baby girl. Open those big brown eyes and see what you’ve done to me. I’m going to make love with you, Sara, so slowly.” She spread her legs in wanton invitation. She wanted his cock inside of her. She needed her Masters seed deep within her.

She felt him slide into her, inch by magnificent inch. With a moan she pulled him deeper. She longed to wrap her arms around him, but the tethers were firmly in place. As he slid into her over and over she could feel the tension building deep within him. “Master…” she half sighed, half moaned. “…please, Master…” He drew in a sharp breath and responded “What, baby girl?” She moaned loudly and found her voice “…please make me yours completely, Master. I need your cum inside of me.” She writhed beneath him, her body imploring his for release. With one final thrust she felt him pull her close and empty himself deep inside of her. The force of her climax had coaxed every last drop of his essence from him and she knew what it was like to be completely owned.

He unfastened her wrists from the tethers and helped her down from the table. With only the light of the candles to guide them they made their way up the stairs with the small vase of roses. She smiled at the sight of their blood together on the petals. Some things just couldn’t be explained, no matter how perfect the words. He laid her on the bed and crawled in behind her.

Somewhere in the night they made love again. The full moon bathed their room in pale blue light and she couldn’t help but think of the significance of the roses sitting on their dresser. They’d made the vow to love one another for all eternity. In the morning they would take the petals from the roses and put them in a closed container after discussing their plans for the future. When their lives were over the petals were to be divided and buried alongside of them. The thought of her Master dying caused her heart to ache. As she cried silent tears she snuggled deeper into the blankets and into the arms of the man who loved her. Instead of thinking about leaving this earth, she chose instead to think of the man who held her so close and of all the days ahead that she would look forward to coming home.

**Originally featured on Sensual Venus 

She dialed his number and crossed her fingers. Ring one. Ring two. Ring three. Ring four. Then his message telling her that he wasn’t available but asking her to leave a message anyway. She started to hang up but decided against it.

“Hello, Sir. You know who this is and you know what I want. You know how to reach me, how to touch me, and how to make me do anything your heart desires. I was thinking of showing instead of telling but you’re not available. Call me when you are.”

She flipped her phone closed and pulled her robe tighter around her. She stared out the window and watched the falling leaves swirl and sway in the wind. It crossed her mind to have a bit of pride, to not let on how much the man had gotten to her but she was powerless against it. When she’d handed her submission to him, she’d handed him her heart as well.

The grandfather clock in the hall struck ten and she willed herself to move from the sofa. A November rain had dampened the city and soon snow would come in its place. She checked the lock on the front door, blew out the candles on the foyer table, and made her way into her room. She laid her phone on the nightstand and turned out the lamp. The robe slipped from her shoulders and onto the floor as she slipped between the cool cotton sheets. Since she met him she was only allowed to sleep nude and even if he wasn’t there to check up on her, she did as she was told. In a few minutes she was fast asleep.

She awoke with with a start, completely aware of the scent of leather and the tightness about her wrists. She tried to scream but couldn’t. Gagged. Someone had gagged her. Mentally she wondered if she had forgotten to lock her door then she wondered who would have gagged her.

“I’m sorry to have awakened you. I tried to fuck you in your sleep but you fought me.”

The whisper in her ear made her tremble in fear, but as his face came into view she was relieved. It was him. Instead of calling he had come to her. He had used the key she had given him when she moved in. She relaxed a little more but couldn’t help but wonder what he had in store for her. It wasn’t like him to show up unannounced in the middle of the night.

“Don’t try to figure it out. You won’t. The things I do have little to do with reason or rationality. They have everything to do with my desires. MY desires. Not yours. And it is my desire to see you bound and gagged because perhaps then you will see that you are the mouse and I am the cat. You are my slut, my plaything. Though it certainly is flattering that a beautiful whore such as yourself desires me, I do not care what you desire. That is not why I chose you.” With that he moved his face closer to hers and stared into her eyes. “I chose you because you were easy. You willingly gave yourself to me.”

He stood upright and clasped his hands behind his back. His gaze traveled the length of her naked body then back again. His eyes met hers and she quickly looked away. Without a word he left the room and left her as she was.

She struggled against the gag. Her bladder was full and holding it when she was scared was proving to be a challenge. She jerked and thrust against the gag with her tongue, trying without success to spit it out. His footsteps echoed down the hall and she stilled. Without looking up she knew he was back in the room.

“Do not struggle. Do not speak. Knowing you as I do, I’m certain your bladder is full to overflowing. Right now you’re wishing for a small reprieve so that you may use the bathroom, so that you may piss in that respectable little girl fashion with the water running and the door pulled shut behind you. And wish for it you may, but you won’t get it. Instead I have placed a towel beneath you. Under the towel is a rubber pad to keep from ruining those cotton sheets you love so much. You, my dear little cock tease are to piss right where you lay.”

She swallowed hard and tried for the briefest moment to convince herself that she had misheard him. She couldn’t possibly urinate in front of him, much less on her bed. As she struggled to tell him no, to be heard through the gag, she was aware of his movements.

The flogger landed on her breasts and she cried out. Not from pain but from surprise. They hadn’t discussed floggers or the possibility of their use. Her mind couldn’t process it quickly enough and she felt a second blow land on her other breast. He smiled a soft smile and placed a rubber ball in her hand.

“You were told to piss. You will receive alternating strikes to each breast until you do as you were told. It humiliates you, I know. It will also humble you and remind you of your place. In the event that you feel as if this is too much for you, you are required to use the ball as you would use your safeword. Drop it if you can’t handle doing what your Master has told you to do.”

She cried but she knew she could not drop the ball. She was not being harmed. She trusted him even when he surprised her with his actions. He had been patient with her and when they discussed taking things further she had agreed. With her mind made up she closed her eyes and willed herself to urinate.

“That’s my good girl. That’s my pet. It feels much better now, doesn’t it? To have released the piss that made you so uncomfortable. Your punishment is almost complete but you must listen carefully. In addition to what you have just done, to the blows you have received, there are two more parts to your punishment. Look at me!”

The seriousness in his voice alone would have made her look at him. Their eyes met and she knew that he was demanding the most of her. She saw his love and respect for her shining through the bright blue of his eyes and her heart swelled with love.

“You will receive ten more blows on various parts of your body. When I am finished with the final blow I will remove your gag. I will then fuck you in a way that I have never fucked you before, pet. I will lube your delectable little pucker and fuck your ass. I will take my time and I will be as gentle as I can. You can be assured that I will enjoy having the ass that belongs to me. However, as before, if it is more than you are willing to do or if it causes you an intense amount of pain and absolutely no pleasure, you are to drop the ball. I will enjoy hearing you scream and beg while I fuck you. So the ball is to continue you to be your safeword. Is that understood?”

She swallowed hard and nodded. She felt the bed shift under his weight as he kneeled between her legs. The flogger landed twice against each of her thighs then twice more against each of her arms. The final two blows from his flogger landed squarely on the lips of her exposed cunt. She was ashamed at the expletives that she had yelled.
She heard him lay down the flogger and wondered if he would be gentle. He took the gag from her mouth and kissed her deeply before rocking back on his knees. The slick coolness of the lubricant caused her to gasp out loud. She moaned as his fingers teased and probed her hole gently.

“My cock is hard for you, slut. It is my ass to fuck and fuck it I will.”

With the head of his cock pushing past the entrance of her virgin ass and his hands spreading her legs wide she felt as if she might be ripped in two. She wasn’t tiny but his cock was huge in comparison to her puckered hole. A scream tore from her lips and her breathing was erratic.

“You feel so good, pet. Your tight little hole stretched around my throbbing cock. Can you feel it, whore? Can you feel how hard you make me? How bad I want you?”

She bit her lip and tasted blood. Her nipples were hard and she felt the initial pain start to subside. His fingers rubbed her clit and she could feel the wetness of her cunt mingled with the urine that was left on her labia. It was a heady combination and she couldn’t help but beg for him to fuck her.

“That’s it, whore. Beg for my cock. Open your eyes and watch me as I fuck your ass. Smell the scent of us, slut.”

With one last thrust he buried his cock in her ass. As he emptied his seed into her bowels the tears fell from her eyes and she felt her own climax take hold. The higher they climbed the faster she fell. “I love you, Master! I fucking love you!” The sobs wracked her body and she felt his cock slip from her newly stretched ass.

He laid against the length of her and loosened the leather at her wrists. His warmth blanketed her as his lips found hers. He gathered her to him and held on tightly. She knew she was coming down and she knew he was there to catch her.

“I love you too, pet. I love you too.”

He gathered her from the bed and half carried, half ushered her to the bathroom. As the tub filled she sat on his lap with her head against his chest and listened to the beat of his heart. He kissed the top of her head then turned them both around to slip into the hot water.

“I love you, pet. You know who I am and you know what I want. You know how to reach me, how to touch me, and how to make me do anything your heart desires. I got your message, but I wanted to show instead of tell.”

*This is a work of fiction.