Big Book of Smut 2
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Welcome Home
Chapter 1
The
first day of school is something I always dreaded as a child. Now,
being the parent, I couldn't wait for it to start again. My 10 year
old son, Nathan, had other ideas on the subject. He whined at me as I
herded him into the car to do some clothes shopping. "Aww Mom, I
don't want to back to school." "Sorry Kiddo, it's the law."
I cheerfully replied, getting into the car. After glancing in the
mirror to make sure he had buckled himself in, we started off towards
the local K-mart.
As I drove, I listed the things we'd need
to pick up while there. "Okay Nat, we have to get you some new
sneakers, a few pairs of shorts, underwear, and new t-shirts. I'll
let you pick out some of the T-shirts okay?"
I glanced back in the rear view mirror at his sullen face. He was staring out the window with his arms crossed over his chest. I sighed to myself. Nat had the same look on his face that his father got when stubborn about something. Turning my attention back to the road, I started listing more back to school supplies. "We'll also have to pick up some new pencils, folders, notebooks, a lunchbox and some crayons." Nat snapped back at me this time, "I'm not a baby. Babies use crayons. I want colored pencils."
Well at least he was back to talking to me. "Okay then, colored
pencils it is."
I turned into the parking lot and
maneuvered my bulky van into the closest spot I could find. Surveying
the parking lot, I muttered under my breath about the place being a
mad house. As Nat and I entered the store, I looked around and
decided that yes, this was a mad house. I pointed off to the right
side of the store and told Nat to pick out the supplies he wanted
while I started finding clothes. He grumpily nodded and walked over
in that direction. Sighing to myself I grabbed a cart and headed over
to the boys clothing section.
I propped my purse up in the
infant seat area of the cart and started rummaging through racks
looking for clothing in Nathan's size. I had just triumphantly pulled
a pair of pants in the right size off of the rack when he returned.
Glancing at the pile of school supplies thrown haphazardly into the
cart, I spotted something else. "Sorry Nat, this trip is for
school supplies only. If you get good marks first quarter we'll come
back and get it then." I retrieved the small hand-held video
game out of the cart and handed it back to him. "Put this back
where you found it and we'll pick out your shirts." The look he
gave me could have melted the paint off of the walls. Shaking my head
sadly, I returned my attention back to the clothing racks. If this
was what being a single parent consisted of, I wanted none of it.
I
heard Nat return, his old sneakers squeaking against the polished
floor. Glancing over, I saw him digging around in my purse. "My
pack gum is in the little pocket on the outside Sweetie, if that's
what you're looking for." Nat grunted at me and swiftly pulled
out the pack of gum. He popped a piece in his mouth and came over to
where I was standing with my arms loaded with clothes. Together we
picked out a few new shirts, he even laughed at one of the goofy ones
I let him pick out. Laughter, it had been a while since I'd heard him
laugh. Maybe we would make it after all, just him and me. Nat behaved
himself wonderfully as I had him try on all of the new clothes, not
even complaining about me coming into the dressing room with him.
Once I was satisfied that all of the clothes fit him well, we
went over to the shoe department and picked out a new pair of
sneakers for him. We finally had everything and headed over to the
checkout. The pale teen with the obviously dyed black hair behind the
counter looked bored as she quickly scanned the items and dumped them
unceremoniously into a bag. The cashier finished bagging all of our
purchases and totaled the sale. "That will be $147.62." I
whistled through my teeth at the price, but pulled my wallet out of
my back pocket. I may carry a purse, but it's so much safer to keep
your wallet on your person at all times. I handed her the credit card
and prayed it wasn't over the limit. To my joy it wasn't. As she
handed me my receipt, I glanced at her name tag. "Thank you
Mina." She looked surprised but managed a "You're welcome."
Nat and I headed for the door when a hand rested on my
shoulder, causing me to flinch and jerk away from it. "Ma'am I'm
going to need to check your purse." The look on my face must
have been one of shock, my mind rapidly tried to explain a hundred
different reasons why he would be stopping us. The security guard
gave me a grim smile and nodded towards the purse. I had no idea what
was going on, still desperately trying to make sense of it, but
handed him the purse anyway. I knew that I hadn't put anything in
there.
My heart nearly dropped to the floor when I saw him pull out the video game that Nat had tried slipping in with his supplies. "Nathan Michael Cole," I began to yell, barely paying any attention to the security guard. The guard cleared his throat and said that we should go to the back room to discuss it. I grabbed Nat's shoulder and roughly guided him, following the security guard. When we got to the dingy back room the security guard turned and closed the door so that the three of us were alone. He pulled out a note pad and had me tell him my name, address and phone number. I spouted off the information he requested, still too stunned that my son had tried to steal something.
The guard cleared his throat and said, "Ma'am I'm going to have
to completely search your belongings and bags to make sure nothing
more has been taken." I nodded at him barely paying attention to
a word he was saying, all the while glaring at Nat and telling him
how much trouble he would be in when we got home. The security guard
took his time slowly rifling through my purse and our shopping bags,
making sure that only items purchased where in them. When he was
satisfied with that, he turned back towards us. I was caught in
mid-yell, with my finger shaking and pointing at Nat, whom still had
not said a word. I let out an exasperated sigh and turned back to the
guard.
The security guard was standing there with his hands
folded over his chest, trying very hard to hide a smirk that had the
corners of his mouth twitching. I don't know what came over me, Lord
I really don't. I was so angry and frustrated at Nat that I lost my
temper and strode towards the guard, jabbing my finger into his
chest. "And what do you think is so funny about this?" I
demanded.
The twitch disappeared as he quickly grabbed my wrists and using one
hand to pin my right arm behind my back, used the other to adeptly
start fastening handcuffs around my left wrist. The guard then
grabbed my right arm and I felt the cool metal slide around my wrist
seconds before I heard the familiar click of the lock fastening. He
guided me over to a chair and forcefully, but gently pushed me down
into it. "Stay." He commanded me. I glared at him angrily,
and shouted "I am not a dog, how dare you speak to me that way."
The guard shot me such a look that I immediately regretted my
words and sat quietly watching. He walked over and knelt down in
front of where I had sat Nat and looked him straight in the eyes.
"What's your name son?" he asked in a gentle tone of voice.
Nat looked over at me, fear written across his face and I nodded at
him to continue. "Naaa Naaaat, Nathan. Nathan Cole" He
managed to stammer out. "Well Nathan Cole, do you understand
what's going on here?" the guard asked him.
Nat nodded his head slowly and replied, "I put a video game in
Mom's purse even though she said I couldn't have it." The guard
nodded again and asked, "And why is that a bad thing Nathan?"
Nat swallowed and answered, "Because you have to buy it."
The guard firmly caught Nat's gaze and said, "Do you know what
happens when you steal something Nathan?"
I could see
the look of recognition spreading across Nat's face. He had just
realized what he had done. "If I steal, Mom will get mad at me,
and I'll go to jail." Nat answered slowly. The guard smiled at
Nat and stood up. The guard opened another door in the room and
flipped on the light, revealing what looked to be a staff break room.
"Nathan, I want you to sit in here for a minute while I talk to
your Mom." He instructed Nat. Nat jumped up from his chair and
practically ran into the room. He plopped down onto the couch and sat
looking expectantly at us as the guard shut the door, turning back to
me.
He gestured for me to stand and turn around, and I could see he'd
gotten the keys for the cuffs out of his pocket. I sighed and said as
I stood and turned around, "Nat isn't a bad kid, he's been
acting out a lot lately and I know my divorce has really done a
number on him. He realizes what he's done was wrong. What will I have
to do, pay for the game, a fine, or something like that?"
The
guard didn't answer my question. I felt him move behind me, with one
hand on my arm, but to my shock and dismay, his other hand rested on
my hip. I felt him move in closer, his chest brushing against my
back, lowering his head so that his face was next to my ear. My heart
started racing and all I could think of was oh my god he's going to
assault me. I started to lift up my leg to kick backwards, hopefully
catching him in the knee or something, when his gentle voice stopped
me. He softly whispered in my ear, "It's been a long time since
I've seen you Shannon. You still look as divine as ever. You don't
seem to even remember me, but I certainly remember you."
That
voice. It made my heart stop and then start pounding so fast and
loudly that I could feel it with every muscle in my body. Had I been
so lost in my own problems and worries that I hadn't recognized the
familiar tones of that voice? I trembled slightly and whispered,
"Barry?" The low chuckle from deep in his throat spread a
rush of warmth through my entire being as he slowly turned me around
and gazed into my eyes. His hazel eyes had always seemed to pierce
through clear into my soul when I was forced to look into them. Time
had not changed that.
He grabbed my hip tightly, pulling me into himself, his other hand
sliding through the strands of my hair, guiding my lips towards his
own. My body melted against his as he kissed me, all of the nerves in
my body responding, sending a tingle down my spine that was so
intense that I swore sparks flew off of the handcuffs. As I inhaled
his clean scent, all of the memories, emotions and desires flooded
back to me as though someone had broken a dam deep within my soul.
Just as the tears were threatening to spill from my eyes, he
broke the kiss, pulling back so that I could see him. He'd gotten
older, not that I hadn't as well I ruefully reminded myself. Gone was
the look of innocence that he'd once had. The man who stood before me
now was still as handsome and rugged, but was now coupled with
confidence making him look like a completely different person than he
had so many years ago. The lust burning in his eyes was the same as I
had remembered. They still brightly reflected everything he was,
everything he had to offer.
Barry put his hands on my
shoulders and turned me around, slowly unfastening the cuffs that
bound my wrists behind my back. When they were free, I turned and
hugged him, a thousand questions burning in my brain. He smiled at me
and said, "I recognized you as soon as you walked in the door.
You're still so beautiful. You didn't notice it, but I followed you
while you shopped. When I saw your son try to pawn the game, I had to
take my chance. I needed to reconnect one more time with you."
Nat. How could I forget about my son. I quickly ran over to peer
through the glass into the room where he waited. Nat was flipping
through a discarded video game magazine, unaware of what had
transpired on the other side of the door.
I turned back to
Barry, desperately trying to regain control of my racing heart. I
shyly looked up at him, trying to act like the adult I now was. "What
are you going to do about the video game?" I asked, not daring
to look into his eyes.
Barry took a step forward and tilted my chin up so that I was looking
at him again. He smiled at me and replied, "Nothing. I'm going
to let Nathan off with a warning. Has his mother forgotten that I did
the same for her all those years ago?" I blushed furiously, and
answered, "If I'm not mistaken, when his mother was caught she
was given the choice of being turned over to the police or turned
over the knee of a certain security guard."
Barry
grinned back down at me. "She has the same choice now. I found
that game in HER purse, not on her son's possession. The difference
this time is that she also has to promise to speak with her son about
the consequences of stealing." Honestly, up until that point, I
did not think that I could have blushed more. I was wrong. I started
to speak, "Barry, things are different now, I…"
His finger pressed against my lip stopped me as he spoke. "One
last time Shannon and I promise to be gone from your life for good."
My body was betraying my mind. My heart knew, my body knew. I had
never stopped loving this man, never stopped loving and needing my
Master. I nodded slowly, giving into my own needs and desires.
He
smiled at me and said sternly, "Tonight then. Your son should
spend some time with his father. Do you remember how to greet me?"
I slowly and deliberately nodded, feeling more alive than I had for
many years whispered back, "Yes Master." He proudly looked
down at me and patted my rear as he walked over to get Nat from the
other room.
As he walked us to the car he spoke again to Nat.
"Now young man, I don't ever want to hear of you doing anything
else like this again, or next time you will not get away with it so
easily." Nat nodded as solemnly as a ten year old could and said
"I won't ever do it again." As I closed the car door once
Nat was inside, Barry whispered to me, "Seven PM pet, make me
proud."
I confess that I drove home in a daze. I vaguely
remember talking to Nat about what had happened, and how I wanted him
to stay out of trouble. I remember calling Nat's father and talking
to him about it, and getting him to agree to take Nat for the night.
Thank the gods for small favors. In a daze I kissed my son goodbye
and told my ex-husband to go easy on Nat, as I had already grounded
him for the incident.
It felt automatic as I prepared for
Him. I went to the bathroom and carefully showered, letting the hot
water soak into each muscle, and then taking my razor and shaving
away every trace of body hair below my neck. My fingers must have
trembled when I brushed my hair out and tightly braided it into a
long single braid down my back. I know I felt as giddy as a child in
a candy store as I smoothed out the sheet on my bed and went to the
closet for the old shoe box that had gathered dust for years.
I will never forget the smell of the old dusty leather as I parted
the soft wrapping inside of the box and pulled out my collar. It had
lain for so long, and yet had been crafted so finely that the leather
was still soft and supple. It curved naturally around my neck, the
cool metal of its single ring brushing lightly against my skin. I
remember trembling as I pulled out the only other item from the box.
A long solidly crafted wooden hairbrush emerged and I held it to my
nose, inhaling its scent before resting it on the night stand by the
bed. My heart and soul must have known, though my brain was not fully
ready to accept it when I threw away the now empty box, instead of
placing it back on its shelf where it had sat gathering dust, nothing
more than a memory for me, till now.
I nervously drew my robe
around me and went about the house closing the blinds. Ten minutes to
seven, I clicked the answering machine over to field all calls. Five
minutes to seven, I started pacing the rooms. As the first bell from
the clock struck Seven PM, I stood behind the door, waiting. The
first gong, my muscles are tense. The second gong, my stomach starts
doing flips. The third gong, my mind is screaming I cannot do this.
The fourth gong, the first drop of arousal starts to slide from my
slit, dripping down my thighs. The fifth gong, I realize my nipples
are hard, erect nubs, throbbing with desire. The sixth gong, I hear a
car pull up and freeze in place. The seventh gong, I hold my breath.
How many seconds standing there had passed I do not know,
will never know. My breath rushed out of my lungs when He knocked,
two sure and strong knocks against the front door, one for the past,
one for the present. I breathe slowly and open the door. He enters
and closes the door behind Him, as he turns to face me, my robe falls
away from my shoulders and I kneel with my legs parted. My pounding
heart is making the ring on my collar vibrate slightly as I bow my
head and interlock my fingers behind my neck, feeling the smooth
leather of my collar. My voice does not sound like my own ringing in
my ears as I say to Him, "Welcome home Master."
********
Chapter 2: Reborn Again
My heart pounded in my ears as
Master took his time inspecting me, slowly walking around my body as
I trembled. It felt as though my body shook with each step he took,
slowly circling me, becoming reacquainted with my body. Once, twice,
three times he slowly circled. It took all the willpower my body
possessed not to break my position and pounce on him. Had it really
been that many years since I had knelt in this position, so exposed
and vulnerable? My mind felt as though it had been racing for an
eternity, desperately wanting his return to be permanent and knowing
that I was being too greedy with my desire for him.
I had
just determined to myself that I would enjoy his presence while it
lasted and that I would regret nothing, when Master stopped in front
of me finally. I knelt there shivering under the power of his gaze.
My attention was now riveted on his shoes, tattered old sandals. I
had forgotten his love of them and the realization of the familiarity
of this scene, this act, made me smile to myself. He reached down and
patted my head, stroking away the lose piece of hair that had fallen
in front of my eyes. He uttered one word, "Stay."
As
he moved away from me, I could hear him pick up the bag he'd dropped
in front of the door and walk away. Moments later I heard the creak
of the stairs as he started walking up them, and then nothing. I was
once again lost in my own thoughts. I wanted desperately to move and
stretch my muscles as they began to grow tight, but my former
training had already set in and I knelt there, closing my eyes and
getting lost in remembrance.
I was just starting to get to
the point where I could not have held my position any longer when I
heard the telltale creaking of the steps again, knowing he was
returning. He stood in front of me again and attached a leash to the
ring on my collar saying, "Follow me little pet. You may walk,
but keep your hands in position." I slowly rose up onto my feet,
groaning softly as my knees cracked, wobbling a bit as I tried to
steady myself. Once I was steady, Master jerked on the leash enough
to indicate for me to follow him, but not enough to make me falter.
He led me up the stairs slowly and headed straight for my
bedroom, pausing at its entrance. "My pet, do you remember our
safe words?" I nodded my head as my heart beat faster,
answering, "Yellow for caution and Red for stop Master." I
don't know if he intended to do it, but he suddenly swept me up in
his arms and held me tight. As he broke the embrace, He smiled at me
and said, "Then it begins pet."
My eyes widened in
surprise as he led me into the room. My bedroom barely resembled its
former self, the light smell of vanilla washing over me as I entered.
The room itself was bathed in warm candle light. My bed had been
pulled away from the wall, the blankets and sheets removed, and four
leather straps and cuffs were now attached to the short posts of the
frame. Lain across my dresser was an assortment of gags, plugs,
vibrators and clamps. A chair sat in the middle of the room, and on
its seat sat several paddles and a flogger. My skin prickled in
excitement and nerves.
It felt as though I must have jumped a
mile when his hand suddenly caressed my ass, though in reality I know
I must have only jerked in surprise. He let go of the leash, letting
it fall between my breasts as the end of it rested on the floor. He
moved behind me and grabbed my ass cheeks in his hands and squeezed
them roughly, whispering in my ear, "Your skin is far too pale
my pet, it's time we warm your cheeks and remind you what color they
are supposed to be." He walked over to the chair and picked up
the toys from it, placing them on the floor before settling into it.
He snapped his fingers and I quickly moved over to stand in front of
him. My head was still bowed, my arms, long since grown tired, still
locked in place behind my head. He reached up and twisted my right
nipple, then the left, causing me to quickly inhale. I could hear the
low chuckle deep in his throat, and knew that so far, my reactions
were pleasing to him.
He patted his lap and I quickly moved
so that I leaned across his lap. My nose almost brushed against the
floor where the paddles and floggers lay, the scent of the leather
from the flogger permeating my senses. I felt his hands roam over the
smooth planes of my ass, a firm pinch occasionally as I let my mind
drift, trying to mentally prepare for the physical endurance I was
about to face. I had just cleared my mind of all other thoughts when
suddenly his hand came crashing down upon my left cheek. I jerked
slightly and said, "One Master." He used his other hand,
pulling my hips closer to himself when the next smack came to my
right cheek, "Two Master." His next blow connected in the
center between both cheeks and I grimaced before saying, "Three
Master."
Master continued to spank me with his hand as I
counted out the blows for Him. When I said, "50 Master," I
braced myself for the next one, dangerously close to tears. Instead,
I felt His hand gently rubbing my skin. His touch felt cool compared
to my skin, which was already starting to lose the stinging feeling,
which was quickly replaced by an itching throbbing feeling. He placed
his hand on the small of my back, steadying Himself as He leaned down
and selected a paddle from the toys on the floor.
I felt the
coolness of the smooth wood tracing over my ass, my muscles
involuntarily tightening. He pinched my thigh and as I jerked, the
paddle came down on my upturned cheeks. I whimpered at that first
stroke saying, "One Master." He pinched my other thigh, and
as I squirmed, the paddle came down on my cheeks again, "Two
Master." I felt the paddle rise off my cheeks again, but this
time, as it connected with my flesh striking both cheeks at once, he
reached between my legs and pinched the lips of my slit together.
Embarrassed at the arousal I could feel dripping from my lips, I
softly said, "Three Master." I heard him sigh softly again,
finally becoming aware of the hardness of his cock pressing against
my belly.
"For now my pet, I want you to count in your
head. Do not lose count, for I will ask when I am done. Be as silent
as you possibly can," He instructed me. I nodded my head
answering, "Yes my Master." The next blow came barely after
the word Master had escaped my lips and I groaned loudly, quickly
biting my lip, determined not to make another sound. He alternated
between my cheeks at random, sometimes hitting one, then the other,
then both at the same time. I almost lost count once or twice when he
hit the same spot in rapid succession. I was fighting back the tears
in my eyes again when a particularly hard blow striking both cheeks
at once, causing the tears to fall, and me to scream out.
He
dropped the paddle to the floor, and started massaging my aching ass.
I sighed and relaxed as his hands slid from my ass, feeling his nails
gently racking across my thighs. His touch made me quiver even more
as one of his fingers slowly traced along my lips, slowly pushing
between them. I stiffened as his fingernail slowly, teasingly
scrapped across my clit. My mind screamed out, wanting more, needing
his touch to push me over the edge, all the while knowing that he
would allow me to orgasm when he decided it was time. My groan turned
into a moan as Master removed his finger, leaning down and pushing it
into my mouth. I enthusiastically cleaned his finger off, licking
away my own juices, tasting the sweet muskiness of myself.
As
he removed his finger from my mouth, he patted my rear and said, "Bed
little one, spread eagle, now." I quickly hopped up off of his
lap and walked over to the bed. I lay across it and positioned myself
so that my arms and legs were near the restraints. Master stood and
walked over to me, taking his time fastening the cuffs so that they
were tight, but not too tight. Before he attached the ankle cuffs, He
had me raise my hips so that he could place a firm pillow beneath
them. Once all of the cuffs were on my wrists and ankles, he walked
around the bed tightening each of the straps so that I was stretched
tightly. Master leaned down over the headboard and unfastened the
leash that was still attached to my collar. I whimpered as a pair of
clamps came into view.
Master frowned disapprovingly and
grabbed both of my nipples, twisting them roughly as my back tried to
arch to alleviate the pain. "Your body is mine little one. Do
not think that your moans and whimpers have an effect on me," He
sternly warned. I nodded my head slowly and whispered, "Yes
Master." He pushed one end of the clamps through the ring in my
collar, pulling it through till the center of the chain hung from the
ring. He cupped my left breast and pulled it up towards the clamp.
Picking up the clamp with his other hand, he fastened it to my
nipple, and released his hold of the breast. I moaned as the weight
of my breast tried to pull the nipple back to its natural resting
place, but the clamp bit fast, pulling the nipple up high. Master
repeated the process with my right breast, and then stepped back to
watch me squirm, as each time I exhaled it caused the clamps to pull
more.
Master walked over to the dresser and selected an anal
plug, a vibrator and something else which I could not see. He eased
his way onto the bed, sitting carefully between my legs. He placed
the items between my stretched legs and grinned up at me with a
wicked grin. Master picked up the first object and showed it to me.
It was the anal plug, which appeared to be small enough for me to be
able to easily take it. He first slid it deep inside of my slit,
lubricating it on my own arousal. He pumped the plug several times in
and out of my slit before removing it and positioning it at my
puckered asshole. I moaned with desire as he slowly slid it into me.
It had been years since I'd had anything plugging me in that way. He
remembered though. My body remembered. Each inch that slid inside of
me felt delicious. As the plug slowly slid home, Master watched my
facial expressions as my moaning increased and my hips twitched from
pleasure.
Master winked at me, and I felt the plug inside of
me grow. I had not realized that it was inflatable and as it
continued to grow, I could feel my arousal gush from my slit. When I
grimaced slightly, Master asked me, "Is that your limit my pet?"
"Yes Master, I do not think I could take anymore," I half
answered, half panted back. He grinned evilly at me and gave the pump
on the plug one last squeeze, causing me to scream out slightly.
He
reached between my legs again, and I soon felt the cool smoothness of
a vibrator being pushed into my slit. I moaned and tried to grind my
hips against it, but my bonds would not allow me that much movement.
I nearly screeched with pleasure and pain as that too began to
inflate. Master was watching my face the entire time and stopped
pumping it up when my telltale grimace appeared.
"One
more thing my pet," his voice sang out, breaking me from my
concentration on the two monsters that now filled me. He held up a
butterfly vibrator and used one hand to hold it in position while the
others attached its straps around my thighs. I closed my eyes,
tensing and releasing my muscles around the plugs, feeling the rubber
knobs on the butterfly lightly brush against my clit. I was lost in
the feeling of the plugs when I screamed out from sudden pain
streaking across my chest from one breast to the other. Master had
removed the clamps from my nipples both at one time. I had been so
lost in other sensations that I had forgotten about them and had not
noticed him stand up.
He reached into his back pockets, and
brought out two items. The first I recognized as our old hair brush
that I had lain out on the nightstand. The other I did not recognize,
but it looked like some sort of remote control. I quickly learned
that it was indeed a remote. Master smiled his wicked grin at me, and
pressed the first button. The plug in my ass started to vibrate. The
vibrations were soft enough not to drive me over the edge, but enough
to keep my desire slowly building, teasing. He pressed the second
button next, and the vibrator in my slit came to life, its intensity
the same as the plug in my ass. I whimpered as the butterfly remained
off, still pressed against my throbbing clit, still teasing. He
grinned and put the control back into his pocket and picked up the
hair brush.
Master sat down on the edge of the bed near my
side, and slowly traced around my breasts with the bristles of the
hairbrush. The sensation was light and almost tickled me. I have a
bad habit of closing my eyes and getting lost in those sensations,
because as soon as I did, Master quickly hit the side of my breast
with the flat part of the brush. I moaned and said, "One
Master." He reached over and placed a finger across my lips,
"Don't count this time pet. Just get lost in the feelings I am
building in you. Remember who you are."
I nodded and
smiled at him as I closed my eyes again. I let my mind focus on the
plugs, the vibrations, the feelings as he hit my breasts with the
hairbrush. My body jerked and danced around within its restraints
with each impact. My body had become a solid stream of pain and
pleasure. As I panted faster, moans escaping from my lips, he stopped
using the hair brush. I only noticed that he had stopped when the
vibrations from the plugs stopped. Master stood up and picked up a
candle from the nightstand.
I whimpered softly, half out of fear, half out of desire as he came
over and knelt over my breasts with the candle. I held my breath as
he slowly tipped the candle. I could smell the vanilla scent before I
saw the first drip of wax start to fall, watching almost as if time
had stopped. I followed the drop, drawing in my breath as it splashed
against my sore breast, the heat from the wax taking a second to
register in my brain. I cried out a few seconds later when it did.
Master moved the candle and let another drop fall on my other breast.
I cried out again and tried to wriggle away, desperately pulling at
my bonds, feeling each impact of heat as the wax hit my skin.
Master's voice broke through my moans and cries, "Do not cum."
He rapidly pressed another button on the remote and both plugs and
the butterfly came to life, vibrating harder and much more insistent
than before.
Master continued to coat my breasts with the
wax, though I admit that I barely noticed it at this point. My entire
focus was on the vibrations and forcing my body to hold off. I had
almost reached the point where I was going to orgasm like it or not
when they stopped. My chest was heaving, my skin coated in a layer of
sweat, and I could smell my own desire permeating the air, when
Master asked, "How many times did the paddle spank you my pet?"
I rapidly searched my brain for the answer, gulped and prayed that I
was correct, "57 times Master." He looked sternly down at
me and I felt my heart drop, realizing that I must have miscounted.
He leaned down and fiercely growled in my ear, "Cum my slut,"
and the vibrators roared to life inside of me. It must have taken
less than a second for me to cum. My body went rigid as my muscles
spasmed around the plugs, the butterfly hammering away at my engorged
clit mercilessly. As I rode out the wave of pleasure, the vibrating
increased again, and my body was lost as another orgasm crashed down
upon me. I have no idea for how long I lay there shaking. It seemed
endless. Finally the vibrations stopped and my body collapsed.
Through the haze I vaguely remember smiling up at him and saying,
"Thank You Master."
I must have passed out from
exhaustion, for the next thing I remember is waking in bed, with my
head resting against his chest, all of my bonds removed. He had
undressed and was softly playing with my hair while watching me
sleep. He smiled at me and hugged me closely against his body. As he
hugged me, I became aware of his hard cock pressing against my hip.
Suddenly shy, I whispered into his chest, "Master may your
little pet please suck on your cock." He chuckled and pulled the
blanket away from himself.
Master sat up, resting his back
against the headboard as I knelt between his legs. I slowly licked
around the head of his cock before licking my lips and lowering my
head so that his cock slowly slid inside of my mouth. I kept
swallowing as inch after inch slid into my mouth. Once his entire
length was in my mouth and throat, my nose pressed against his groin,
I paused. I held every inch inside of my mouth, swallowing around
him, so that the muscles of my throat gripped his cock tightly. I
slowly counted to 30 in my head, my hot breath rapidly hitting his
groin as I breathed through my nose. When I had counted to 30, I
slowly started to slide the length of his cock in and out of my
mouth. My tongue flicked and rubbed along the underside each time it
slid back in. I tightened my lips and sucked harder each time his
cock withdrew from my throat. When I noticed Master's breath start to
get ragged, I used the palm of my hand to slowly start massaging his
balls. As his moans got louder, I briefly pulled back to suck just on
the swollen head of his cock, using my tongue to flick at the slit.
He moaned loudly as I did so and grabbed my head, pushing down on it
as his hips thrust upwards. I heard him scream out seconds before I
felt his hot cum hit the back of my throat. I kept swallowing as he
came, briefly tasting the tangy muskiness of his cum. I kept my mouth
impaled upon his cock, gently sucking until his spasms stopped
When
he released his grip on my head and collapsed back, I slowly slid his
cock out of my mouth, using my tongue to lick and clean every inch of
it as I did so. I swallowed the last few drops of his sticky cum
before permitting his cock to leave my mouth. I licked my lips and
smiled up at him. He slid back down on the bed and patted his chest.
I crawled back up to him and nuzzled close as he pulled the blankets
around us. Just before I drifted back off to sleep I whispered,
"Thank You Master."
*******
Chapter 3: Whole Again
I awoke feeling a bit stiff and sore. I rolled over, wanting to
nuzzle against him, only to find that he was not in bed. I rose from
the bed and looked around. Gone were all of the toys and candles.
Reaching up to touch my throat, I realized that the collar was gone.
I choked back a sob as I saw my robe hanging on the doorknob. I
reasoned to myself that just because he had brought it up from the
floor downstairs that it didn't mean he had left. I knew better
though. I looked around the house for any sign of him. I found none.
I started to cry as I entered the kitchen, the aroma of fresh coffee
greeting me. He'd thoughtfully left a pot of coffee on and I got
myself a cup. As I reached into the fridge for the half and half, my
heart skipped a beat. There was a note attached to the carton. I
quickly ripped the note off and started to read, standing there with
the fridge door open.
Good morning pet. I've left this note
where I knew you would find it. Even time can't change your need for
coffee first thing in the morning. I'm going to take a guess and say
you haven't even finished making it. Stop reading and do so.
I
blushed and giggled to myself as I read the first part of his note.
He was right. I was almost overcome with emotion as I realized how
well he knew me. He knew every bit of my personality and habits as
though they were his own. I put his note in my robe's pocket and
quickly finished making my cup of coffee. I took the cup into the
living room with me and settled down into my favorite chair. I took
one quick sip and pulled his note from my pocket and continued
reading, occasionally sipping at the coffee as I did so.
Good
girl. Now you have your coffee to drink while reading my note. Aren't
you so lucky to have a Master who knows you?
I nearly choked
on the coffee as I read this line. It was so like him, love and
caring tainted with arrogance.
I'm sorry I had to slip away
so early this morning pet, but I had to go to work. You looked so
innocent and angelic, as you lay sleeping that I could not bear to
wake you up. (Even as I write that I'm laughing at my choice of
words.) I will admit that I was tempted to tie you up and let you
wake in lovely bondage. I have stashed my bag of toys in the closet
in your bedroom. I'll have to come back tonight and retrieve them.
I'll be there at 7 P.. M. again. I initially intended for last night
to be the last time. Now, I do not desire to let you slip away from
me again. That choice however is yours my pet. We had something once.
It's still there. I know that our lives have changed and that it will
not be easy. If you say yes, I will never let you go again pet. If
you say no, I will respect your choice and leave it at that. See you
tonight. ~Master
I took a deep breath and shakily set my cup
of coffee down. Forever? My mind reasoned with itself. I love him. I
needed him. I have a son. Nathan needs me. How will Nat react to a
new man entering my life so soon after his father's departure? How
can I be a submissive with a child in the house? Master just
reappeared in my life. I don't even know what has changed in his life
in the years since I've seen him.
I spent most of the day in
a fog, my brain trying to use reason and logic, while my heart and
body yearned for him. I tried reading, but ended up tossing aside the
book after having read the same page four times. I was finally able
to get lost in cleaning. I crawled around mindlessly scrubbing the
kitchen floor, determined to get every speck of dirt up. As I worked,
the front door opened, startling me. I looked up just in time to see
Nat and my ex-husband tracking dirt across my clean floor. "Couldn't
you two have taken your shoes off first?" I groaned at them as I
threw the rag playfully at Nat.
I stood up and hugged Nat,
asking him, "Have fun?" Nat nodded and ran off to the
living room. I looked awkwardly at my ex-husband before breaking the
silence, "Thanks for taking him. After what happened yesterday,
I figured some time with his father would be good for him. I hope you
weren't too difficult on him?" My ex-husband shook his head and
said, "I sat him down and we talked about it man to man. He's
having trouble adjusting, but he's a good kid, and I think we just
need to make sure he continues to spend more time with both of us to
get through this." He gave me a stiff hug and started towards
the door, calling to Nat, "I'll see you later Buddy, don't give
your Mom too much trouble." Nat waved to his father and returned
back to his video game.
I showed my ex-husband to the door
and went back to scrubbing the fresh dirt off of the floor. I had
just about finished when someone knocked on the door twice. "Nat,
can you answer that please?" I hollered over to him. I heard him
get up and go to the door, and after a moment heard his shaky voice
call for me.
I got up off the floor and walked to the door
where Nat stood shaking, Master still standing on the front porch. I
had to stifle a giggle, imagining what Nat must be thinking. I
invited Master inside. Nat eyed him warily and hid himself behind me.
Master chuckled and knelt down in front of me, speaking to Nat, "I'm
not here because you're in trouble Nat. I'm also an old friend of
your Mom's." Nat looked relieved and I told him he could go back
to his game. He smiled and ran back to the living room.
I
motioned to the kitchen and Master followed me. I spoke in hushed
tones so that Nat would not overhear. "I need to make dinner and
eventually get Nat in bed before we talk, is it okay if we talk after
that?" He nodded and kissed my cheek. "What's for dinner?"
I laughed and said, "Nat's favorite, hamburgers and macaroni and
cheese, which if I recall, is also yours." He chuckled at me.
"You know it. I'm going to go see if Nat will let me play that
game with him in the meanwhile." I smiled sadly as I watched him
retreat into the living room.
While I prepared dinner, I
could hear Nat quizzing Master on all of the video games he knew. I
had to chuckle when Master started quizzing Nat back about some of
the games. As started to set the table and I could hear the two
laughing at each other. I had just started to place the food on the
table, and nearly dropped a dish when I heard a scream from the
living room. Running in there, my heart nearly stopped as I saw
Master fall over and Nat laughing hysterically. "What's going on
in here?" I anxiously asked, dropping down to my knees to check
on Master. I was shocked to see him smile back up at me.
"Everything's fine. Your son just completely demolished me in
the game." He sat up laughing and shook a finger at Nat, "Just
you wait, someday I'll learn how to play this and then we'll see who
is laughing." I finally dissolved into laughter, realizing that
the two were indeed playing around. Between giggles I said, "Okay
you two, come on in for dinner."
Dinner was surreal to
me. Everything looked and smelled delicious. We seemed like a
perfectly normal family eating. Yet, we weren't even close to being
one. All the feelings in my soul overwhelmed me and made the food
taste bland and dry in my mouth, even though I knew it was not. I had
to smile as Nat and Master competed with each other over who could
eat more macaroni in one bite. The both looked dumbfounded when I
beat the pair of them.
After dinner I cleaned up and put the
coffee pot on and glanced at the clock. "Nat, your first day of
school is tomorrow. You should get to bed early tonight." Nat
gave me a grumpy look and was about to argue with me when Master
spoke up, "If you don't do well in school Nat, your Mom will
have to ground you, and then I'll have no one to play video games
with." This made Nat grin and he ran up the stairs towards his
room.
I hugged Master tight and whispered, "Thank You".
He smiled at me and kissed my forehead. I followed Nat upstairs and
got him tucked into bed. As I was kissing him good night, Nat asked
me, "Mom, will he really come back to play games with me?"
I smiled softly at my son and replied, "As long as that's what
you want Nat, its okay with me." He nodded happily and snuggled
against his pillow. I blew him a kiss and headed back downstairs.
Upon entering the kitchen, I saw that the coffee pot was half
empty and that Master was not there. I walked around the house and
finally found him sitting on the swing on the back porch. He handed
me a cup of coffee as I curled up next to him. After taking a few
sips of the bittersweet coffee, I sighed softly and cleared my
throat. Master stopped me by placing a finger against my lips, "Its
okay pet. I know that your son is the most important thing to you in
the world. I wouldn't dare dream of interrupting your life with him."
I shook my head and knelt down in front of him, looking up into his
eyes. "Nat is the most important thing in my life. I do not want
him to feel alienated having someone so new in his life. But," I
took a deep breath. "But you are my Master. You always have
been, and always will be. It would be foolish to deny my heart's
desire. I've watched how you interact with Nat. He likes you Master.
You will not replace him as a father, but with time, I know he will
accept you as more than my friend." Master cleared his throat
and cupped my chin in his hands. "What are you trying to tell me
pet?"
I flushed bright red, and tried to lower my eyes,
but he held onto my chin, forcing me to gaze directly into his eyes.
"Master, I," I faltered, wishing I was anyplace else than
there at that exact moment. My words came out in a rush. "Master
I am saying that I wish to fully commit myself to you, heart, soul,
mind and body." Master wiped the tears away from my eyes and
though he whispered into my ear, the words went straight to my soul.
"Thank you my little one. I will do my best to provide caring
and love for not only you, but Nat as well. I know this process will
take time, but knowing that you are mine, will make it worth the
wait."
Master drew out a small package from his pocket
and opened it in front of me. Inside the box lay a thin silver
necklace looking collar. A small silver key lay in the center,
between the coils of the collar. He picked the collar up from the box
and encircled it around my neck. I could hear the clasp shut as my
heart pounced wildly. He paused for a moment, watching me. I'd closed
my eyes, feeling the cool metal encircling my neck and feeling as
though the world finally made sense to me.
Master picked up
the key and inserted it into the hidden lock on the collar, looking
deep into my eyes. "Are you sure this is what you desire my
pet?" I swallowed once before bowing my head and placing my
hands behind my head. "I am yours now and forever Master."
With those words, he turned the key in the lock and I heard a click
as my future was sealed. Master kissed my forehead and as he did so,
I could feel a few tears that had fallen from his eyes.
He
removed the key from the lock and unfastened a small chain on his own
neck. He slid the key onto the chain and fastened the chain back
around his neck. I cannot tell how long I knelt there, our eyes fixed
upon each other, sharing our love and commitment without a word.
After what seemed like a thousand eternities, he leaned over and
scooped me up into his warm arms, holding me tight, whispering into
my ear, "We are both finally home my dearest little one."
*******
Epilogue: Alone Again
Shannon quietly wiped away the
tears that were streaming down her eyes with her sleeve. She quickly
placed the old tattered journal away on her nightstand so that the
ink wouldn't run on its now yellowed pages which contained tales and
memories of her life as a submissive. Another sob rose into her
throat, threatening to choke her as she allowed herself to fall face
forward onto the bed. She sobbed, not caring if anyone heard her, but
needing to release the pent up sadness and sorrow that filled her
soul. As she cried her hands curled into fists around clumps of the
blankets on the bed, her soul yearning to cling to anything and
everything.
When at last the tears had slowed, and her stiff
muscles began to relax, She gingerly forced herself to sit upright on
the bed. She bit her lip, trying to be strong and force back the
tears that threatened to spill from her eyes again. She stood slowly
and cautiously took a few steps. Once she was sure of her own feet,
Shannon picked up the journal from the nightstand. She gently brushed
her fingers along the polished wood of the hair brush that had lain
in the same spot since her Master had claimed her again. She moved
over to the desk and slowly settled into the chair. As she sat there,
Shannon ran her fingers along the delicate silver collar she wore,
the familiar pain in her heart as her fingertips brushed against the
small lock that kept it permanently around her neck. She opened the
journal, its dusty smell permeating the room, and picked up her
favorite pen beginning to write. As the tears brimmed in her eyes,
she knew this would be the last entry ever made.
Today is a
day I knew was coming for a long time. Today is the day I finally
said goodbye to my Master. He is and was and always will be the
Master of my heart, soul and body. I thought I had lost him once
before, but he found me again. I would not trade any second of the
thirty-nine years since that day. He loved me completely as a wife, a
mother, a best-friend, a lover and as his submissive. He restored me
so I was whole, and made life make sense again. He became a second
father to my son, and loved him as though Nathan were his own.
Someday I will meet him again, somewhere out in whatever afterlife
there is waiting for two soul mates. It is our destiny to remain
together for eternity. I will continue on here, knowing when we meet
again, he will say to me, "Welcome home my pet."
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