Page 34 of Be Careful What You Wish For

‘Yes, Master.’ Still she was unsure... watching... waiting... wondering what might come.

He held her, smoothing and stroking each buttock, gently patting the area before repeating the pattern again. He continued for some minutes, and then began delivering a series of sharper smacks designed to turn up the heat after the initial warm up. There was a sharp intake of breath. Her body was squirming now, and he knew he had her right where she needed to be.

‘You will not cum until you have permission to do so. Is that understood?’

She gasped, and he brought his hand down sharply two, three times to each buttock, before resuming the pattern of before.

‘Yes... yes... no, I won’t cum, Master.’

‘Good. Let that be understood. You haven’t played with yourself in the interim, have you?’

Again he swept his hand down, smartly smacking each cheek in turn. He sensed the war going on inside her. Would she admit to her discretion?

‘Yes, Master, I’m sorry. I let you down. I had a moment of weakness, and I was missing you so...’

He was gladdened at her response. His heart sang. It meant at least she was still loyal to him. He wasn’t losing the plot entirely. Something must be working. But he couldn’t let it go.

‘You know you will be punished? It is necessary and deserving.’

‘Yes, Master... but how did you know?’

He let the question pass. It was of no consequence. It only mattered if he needed it to. Action would speak louder than words. He gripped her tighter and swept the palm of his hand down again, four times, her right buttock now reminiscent of a ripened apple, the skin smooth and supple, wobbling a little as he upped the pace.

‘Oh, Master, that hurts!’

‘But not enough it seems, because you still have breath for words.’

He mirrored the same on the left cheek, and then with consistent timing he upped the ante, with a series of short sharp smacks steadily progressing to increase the depth of pain. Beneath his hands her cheeks glowed. They were warm to touch. She was groaning; now not with anguish but with a deepening desire for more. He hadn’t cuffed her. He knew he wouldn’t need to.

‘Is this it, Master? Is this the punishment you’re giving me?’

He laughed. ‘No. You think this is punishment? We both know it isn’t. Feel it... understand the sensation. This is about pleasure more than it is pain. Relax into it. Your instinct will be to fight against it, to preserve your body, to hold back, to wriggle away. Instead, ride the emotion and let it carry you on its journey to a place from where you will not want to return.’

He was enjoying himself. Being Master wasn’t just about meting out punishment, being in control, but rather in inflicting pleasure, at least to those deserving. His thoughts fleetingly turned to Shadow, cowering in the cage. He hoped right now he was feeling very alone, very abandoned. It paid sometimes to know another’s breaking point. But then, this was not the time.

‘Come, join me over here and we’ll try something different, something you haven’t had before. I think it’s time. And after the Ceremony there will be still something more special waiting for you. A surprise. But you’ll need to wait until then to find out what it is, and in the meantime...’ She followed him. ‘Now lie on your stomach across the table while I prepare. I think we’ll have you bound so you can more fully enjoy the experience, knowing you cannot move.’

The coffee table was cold. He knew her nipples would stand out proud as they touched it, and he was not disappointed. He leaned down and fondled each of them, before displaying the rope and knotting a wrist to each leg. She raised her head to look at him, and her sparkling eyes reached in and through him, calling to his heart. He was in love with her, and he smiled. It was the most beautiful feeling on earth and one he’d never hoped to find again. But then here it was, staring him right in the face, and he wasn’t going to lose it ever again.

He touched her face briefly before moving down to secure her legs in the same way as her wrists. His hands lightly caressed her body. It was beautiful. He remembered their first meeting in the hotel room, her reticence in revealing herself to him. Now without any hesitation at all she lay in front of him, proud, offering herself as a gift, trusting him to do right by her. They were ready for the final phase in the ceremony that was to come.

From one corner of the room he took a long narrow case and carried it to where she lay. Then turning his back so she couldn’t see, he arranged things just so, and then selected his tool.

The movement, when it came, was gentle and slow, almost mesmerising. Pandora was stimulated by the experience, and Richard was pleased. He recognised the signs. Her body language showed that this was right for her. Now all he needed was to encourage, to develop, to enhance to the point of touching the pinnacle of the pain-pleasure experience.

He exchanged the small multi suede-stranded ‘Hawk’ flogger for a ball chain. He understood from past experience the gentle swishing of it up and down the spine could produce the sensation of a waterfall affect, and was relaxing and yet at the same time invigorating, rather like a massage.

Her body was looking as if it had undergone a gentle tanning procedure. It positively glowed. He stroked and soothed, and was rewarded by appreciative murmurs. It was proving to be an exhilarating experience for them both.

The leather flogger was thick and heavy. It could be used for either smoothing or beating. He did both, and produced the desired affect.

‘Master...,’ she mumbled, ‘please may I cum? It’s driving me crazy...’

‘No.’ His response was immediate. ‘You will hold that thought. I will tell you when to cum, do you hear?’

He swatted the leather flogger down with an almighty thud, and then again and again, landing with precision, listening to her squeals of pain interspersed with what he knew to be pleasure.

‘You haven’t answered the question.’

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