Intimatters

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On Loan Part XII
by moonmagiclady

Craning my neck to look up at my Mistress, I blinked, any light at all feeling excessive after the absolute silence and darkness of the chest I’ve been delivered in.  The room we are in could be anything, an entry, an undecorated room, I just don’t know.  For some reason, not knowing where I’ve been delivered too makes things slightly scarier… and more arousing.  My Mistress looks down at me with a cruel smile on her face and commands me to kneel.  Struggling to obey with my wrists and ankles clipped together, I manage to rise to my knees.  She gracefully drops to her own knees across from me, leaving us almost eye to eye as she runs her hands over the curves and lines of my body.

The white cotton dress shifts softly under her caresses, it’s like being caressed by the wind.  I’m unused to light caresses and touches and slightly unsure how to react, which only seems to amuse her.  When she leans in and kisses me at the edges of my mouth where the straps from the ball gag have rubbed I want to resist, but instead melt under her lips.  Rising to her feet, she smiles down at me again, unclips my ankles and wrists, and helps me from the chest.  I’m feeling calmer and more at ease now, and she orders me to kneel in front of her.

I do so, and look up at her with a smile of my own, although I know better than to make eye contact without permission when in a submissive role.  Her smile not changing in the least, she slides her hand into my hair and pulls my head back arching my back to full extension. She pats the side of my cheek a few times and leans down to kiss me again.  The tips of her hair glide over my skin, the feel like the caress of a ghost and I shiver at the thought of her caresses over my skin.

Her lips are full and soft, the kiss soft and gentle. When she pulls back and looks at me, it’s completely unexpected when she slaps me firmly across the cheek then spits on me.  Her expression is angry now, and for a moment I struggle to escape her grip in my hair.  She leans in and whispers in my ear about what a dirty whore I am, and how disappointed she is that I let such filthy men touch me.  She assures me that when she is finished, I will never want a man’s touch again.  She smiles again at the thought of what she can do to me, then her smile fading, she slaps me once, twice across the face before she pushes me forward, pressing my cheek against the bottom of her thigh high boots.

Unbuckling the gag she removes it from my mouth and orders me to lick my way up to worship her pussy.  Struggling to read her mixed moods, I hurry to do as she says and quickly kiss my way up to her punani.  My head is pulled back, and two more slaps quickly delivered emphasizes the lesson that to hurry is not acceptable, or is it worshipful of her.  I take a deep breath, slow down and begin licking and kissing my way up her boots.  Being a quick learner, this time take my time to try and display with my body language my eagerness to please her and, although I hate to admit it, my lust for her touch.  When I lick across the top of her boots, just brushing the sensitive inner thigh with brushes of my hair, she sighs and eagerly pulls my face up to lick across her swollen clit.  When I try to reach up and use my fingers to please her further though, another slap lands across my face.  Apparently I am to exactly follow directions and not show initiative.  Her loss.

Stepping back from my worshipping licks and kisses, she snaps a wide leather collar with several rings attached to it around my neck.  A leash joins it next and she commands me to crawl like the little bitch in heat that I am.  I’m already wet and ready from her harsh treatment, and still a little scared of where things might go.  I obey her without hesitation and as I crawl behind her from the small non-descriptive room we had been into another room that was most unashamedly a bedroom.  She moves sensuously onto the bed and orders me to continue pleasing her.

I slip my tongue into her honey pot of delicious juices then lightly lick across her clit.  Every lover, both male and female, has their own movements, touches, caresses that they like, and she was no exception. Finding out which touches and what areas were especially pleasing to her was like a delightful treasure hunt. Before too long I have figured out that she loves her soft inner thighs lightly bitten, and my tongue sliding into her delicious cunt brings a moan of pleasure from her lips. Her hands gripped tight in my hair, the scent of her arousal is driving me to lick and suck on her more frantically, eagerly tasting her wetness and her sweet skin underneath.

She calls me her sweet little bitch whore now, and I feel my own arousal rise.   I lick and kiss more fiercely, searching for that fulfillment of my mistresses needs.  I can’t stop devouring her body until she reaches her own high point and arches in pleasure. I love the sight of a woman’s body arching, maybe it’s just the addition of another curve to the ebb and swell of their bodies, but it’s a beautiful action to see.

Her pupils dilated, she looks down at me with a slightly surprised smile and it crosses my mind that she hadn’t thought I had much experience with women.  Stupid woman, as if my Master allows me any choice in the partners he brings to me.  Maybe I allowed my thoughts to cross my face because she recovers from her orgasm and orders me to my hands and knees on the bed.

I do as she commands, the soft comforter soothing my skin still tender and welted from previous activities.  I lower onto my elbows, then my chest and clasp my hands behind my neck at her order.  She pushes on my back to arch my ass further up into the air to get the exact position from me that she desires.  I feel her hands run over my ass padding, and then without warning she begins to spank me, hard.  At first just a thoughtful harsh smack here and there, but quickly building to  blows that rain fast and furious against my skin, quickly adding stinging pain to the tenderness and raw feeling I have from everything I have been doing.  I struggle not to squirm or resist, but at some point instinct takes over and I have to fight to not dodge.  I remain in position as long as I am able, although my ass is immediately aflame where ever she hits due to how busy I have been.

After only a few minutes though, I begin to wiggle and then try to squirm away.  She frowns and stops spanking me, gets off the bed and opens one of the drawers in the nightstand to remove a roll of shiny black tape.  With infinite patience, she begins to wrap the tape around my ankles, binding them together, and then moves upward until my calves are tightly enclosed as well.  Humming to herself, she moves up to bind my wrists and forearms together as well, then the vinyl tape circles its way across my eyes until I can’t guess what is to happen next.  The completely helpless feeling of not being able to move my limbs even to squirm away causes me to flush and almost fight from the feel of her fingers sliding into my hungry pussy.  I open my mouth to moan in arousal, and a ball gag is thrust between my jaws to silence me.

For a moment I begin to fight in panic, struggling against the bindings, struggling against her touch, and frantically struggle to push the ball gag out of my mouth.  Her touch becomes even more demanding, calling forth responses from my body.  The wetness that is dripping onto her fingers from my pussy, the juices dripping down my leg betray my struggle as only of the mind, my body wants her to continue with what she is doing.

My struggle becomes a struggle with myself to calm down and enjoy what is being done.  The bound compressed feeling on my limbs, the soft then unexpectedly touches and caresses to my body, the feel of her lips and teeth traveling over my exposed skin all cause me to moan loudly and repeatedly into the gag.  There is something especially erotic about being with another female; it seems to be a higher level of awareness for what is arousing to a woman, and what is not. Even men who know the female body and response extremely well can’t seem to bring forth the same type of arousal that another female can.  Of course, the arousal that a man brings forth is just as enjoyable… just not the same.

My mistress abruptly stops touching me, and although I don’t even like her, my body squirms small moans of pleading for further arousal escape from behind the ball gag.  She moves off the bed and stands over me.  Reaching into a drawer beside her, she pulls out a flogger with lots of wide leather straps.  My eyes widen in panic, but I don’t even have a moment to try and escape before without warning and without any warm up, the straps land hard and stinging across my skin.  I bite hard into the rubber ball gag in my mouth and fight my body’s reflexes to keep my back arched and ass high in the air for her to have an easy target.  The flogger falls against my skin over and over, its cutting sting traveling over my hip bone, my shoulders, and mercilessly falling on my ass.  I keep my resolution to not move for several minutes, but she is determined to break me, and the flogger continues to fall until the moment where I begin to whine into the gag and try to squirm away.  Now she laughs at my helplessness, there simply isn’t much you can do to escape the way I am bound.

Her laughter accompanies the further strikes of the flogger and soon it feels as if every exposed inch of my skin is aflame.  My whole body feels warm and aroused now, the skin sensitive to her fingernails being lightly ran down my side.  The next toy she pulls out of the drawer is a thick vibrator, which is pushed harshly up into my dripping pussy, but not until after her fingers have driven inside of me and brought forth the first of my orgasms.  My mistress fucks me a few times with the vibrator, and odd smile on her face, then pushes it as deep inside me as she can.  She leans in to lick my juices off my thighs and I think I am going to pass out from the combination of pain and sensual pleasure.

My body is shivering on the bed, the thick vibrator is now joined by a small butterfly vibrator placed over my swollen clit.  Now I am crying in earnest, unable to process all the sensations traveling my body.  I want to beg for mercy, but when she asks if I want to use my safe word I shake my head adamantly.  Her smile is both tempting and cruel at my reply.  She nods, and then reaching into the drawer again pulls out a slender cane.  She shows it to me and gives me yet another chance to use my safe word, but I am nothing if not stubborn, so I shake my head again.

I scream into the gag as the first strike of the cane lands across my ass.  I think she will continue with further blows, but instead she stops and takes a moment to give me small sharp bites along the red line the cane has left on my skin.  Now I’m whimpering, crying and moaning, trying to squirm away, unable to even control my own body at this point.  After she has reached the end of the first line, she repeats the whole process, taking time to fuck me with the vibrator while she bites my skin.

My head is spinning and I can’t even think at this point as orgasms and pain share my nervous system.  Her laughter is the only sound I can hear in the silent bedroom, except for my sobs behind the gag.  Finally, after a perfect set of crosshatched lines lies across either cheek, she tosses the cane to the floor and roughly rolls me over onto my back.

My arms and legs are still bound, but I don’t need them as she lowers herself to straddle my face.  I can smell her heavy womanly scent and the removal of the ball gag does not even need to be followed with the command to make her cum as I bury my tongue deep inside her.  My mistress amuses herself by pressing the butterfly vibrator firmly down on my clit, causing my body to buckle and arch beneath her and encouraging me to lick and suck on her wetness even more frantically.  Her long fingernails pinch and pull on my nipples, and writhing on the bed is rubbing my new welts over the blanket.

I devour every lick of her juices and her sounds of passion drive me to strive to lick even more frantically.  With a moan of her own, she releases my nipples to squeeze and rub her own breasts and in moments her wetness pours all over my face as I make her cum.  Her body trembles over me, her moans loud in the air, her affectionate filthy names and curses rain down upon me until her orgasm is finished.  Disheveled and satiated, she crawls off of me, taking a moment to lick across my nipples, and then removes the vibrators from my clit and pussy before unbinding my arms and legs.

My mistress helps me off the bed, but then commands me to kneel before she explains that I will be crawling down the hallway to the driveway, and then out into the garage to get into the car.  The art show is at her store this evening, and slut slaves like myself are not even allowed to enter her store on their feet, but only crawl and grovel… slut pets in heat.  I do as she commands, first the carpet, then the cold concrete harsh against my knees.  I crawl up into the car, and then kneel on the floor of the passenger seat to wait for her and to see where the night might go next…

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