Page 12 of Be Careful What You Wish For

He took her hand, kissing it lightly on the back with his lips.

‘But there are so many questions, so many things I need to know.’

‘Trust. That is all I ask... for now. Believe. All things are possible. It matters only that we are together. The life that was is gone. Now we prepare to greet the dawn of a bright new day.’

He raised his glass.

‘To Us!’

‘To Us. Yes, oh yes, to Us!’

She was excited, like a child who has just found out it’s Christmas and been allowed to stay up and open her first gift. She couldn’t help suddenly laughing out loud at the madness of it all.

Dream Catcher smiled. She was so like a child... naïve, fragile and yet with an inner sense, a courage, and yet still unworldly for all her past experience, and in a very real sense other-worldly because she possessed such a depth, a passion, a gift with words, and an energy with such radiance it evoked a passion, a craving, a need he knew ran deep right through to her soul.

‘That’s better... you’re smiling, laughing... and it’s a joy to behold. Now relax. Remember, there’s a lifetime to get to know one another. Learn to enjoy the moment and accept the present as a gift.’

Halfway through the meal he reached across to put something in her hand. ‘Now go to the toilet and insert these.’

She left the table mystified. And only when she was locked safely behind a cubicle door did she look at the plugs in her hand. She wondered how best to carry out his instruction. One was blue, the other red. They felt strange, smooth, rubbery, not unlike children’s teats, and she was mystified about what she was meant to do with them, although it didn’t take much working out. It was cramped and awkward from the start, bending first this way, then that, as she experimented. Squatting on the floor meant a painful jabbing of her elbows on the toilet seat. In the end, one leg reaching up to rest on the toilet bowl worked best, and she fingered her pussy, sucking the tapered end of the blue plug before successfully inserting it. Nestling just inside her vagina it felt weird, and yet strangely erotic and enticing. When she stood it remained encased between her legs, a secret resting in their special place. As she walked it was like carrying his finger inside her, rubbing against her inner walls, bringing an unexpected smile to her lips as she rejoined him at the table. But however hard she tried she couldn’t fit one into the back passage at all, and she stuffed it deep into her bag.

‘I see you have accepted the gifts, and they please you. Now, sit with your legs apart for the remainder of the meal. Feel them working inside you, preparing you for later.’

‘Oooh, it’s difficult to concentrate on the meal. It’s causing so much sensation... I can hardly keep still.’

Her body shivered delightfully, and then shuddered again. She pushed away the guilt about the used plug hiding, deciding to say nothing at all.

‘But you will be still. You will accept the pleasure they offer. And you will refrain from touching yourself.’

Pools of brown mirrored his, and the gentleness she saw took away the sternness of his words. Other couples were scattered across the room around them, and yet somehow they seemed a world apart. Even though she had known this man only a short while, she felt she had been part of him forever. With him she felt so comfortable, so safe. There was the strongest bond between them that made her feel very special, very cherished, very loved.

‘You are wondering, and I will tell you this. We are strong you and I. Our connection is far beyond that of any ordinary relationship, however close a couple might be. For our relationship is so much deeper, based on a power exchange, the dynamics between us, both equals in the sense that each gives and receives what we want out of it. And we will be so much more than Master/slave. We will harness the energy we hold, the energy I see permeating from you now, so alive, so electric to become also lovers and soul mates in the deepest, truest sense of the word.

We can each have our heart’s desire. Remember, control... instruct... cherish. Those are the necessary steps to fulfilment.’

He tempted her with a piece of gateau from the sweet trolley, holding it tantalisingly on his fork, lifting it to her lips, watching her suck it clean. Then, following coffee and miniature mints that complimented them, he whispered in her ear.

‘I will order a brandy to take in the lounge. You will go up to the room, strip naked, and assume the submission position on the bed, blindfolded, kneeling on your front, your butt in the air, hands reaching behind to spread your trembling cheeks.’

‘Now? But I thought you would come with me?’

He raised a querulous eyebrow. ‘You question? Go. Do as I have instructed you to do... immediately.’

He left her suddenly, a frightened rabbit frozen in the headlights of a car. It took her a few moments to throw off the feeling of being abandoned. Then she gathered her dignity like the folds of a skirt, hiding her vul

nerable feelings as she took the lift to their floor, inserting the key and closing the door softly behind her. She felt for the plug, feeling deliciously full and tantalizing inside her. With more space she attempted to insert a wet finger into her anus, feeling the hole, stretching it, trying desperately to push the foreign object in before her natural instincts kicked in to repel it. But it ended up back in her bag. Slowly she removed her clothes, hanging them carefully on hangers in the closet. The blindfold she found on the dresser she took before kneeling on the bed.

It was a strange feeling wrapping the blindfold over her eyes. It felt scary and yet at the same time added a touch of excitement not seeing, not knowing, straining to hear for sound. Her head nestled on a pillow, while she spread her legs wide, reaching back to pull apart her cheeks and hold them either side.

It was an age before she heard the slow turning of the door handle and a footfall on the carpet. She stopped breathing altogether, listening, intent, still slightly drowsy from the wine. But the silence lengthened. Was she mistaken? She couldn’t be sure. It was taking all her willpower not to remove the blindfold to see what was going on around her. But obediently she retained her position.

Suddenly there was the scrape of material close by. She remained still and silent, knelt on the bed, hands and wrists aching with holding the cheeks of her bottom apart, offering herself in submission, as a submissive slave to a Master.

A hand took firm hold of her wrists, binding them tight. Then without warning there came a swishing sound and a stinging slap across her buttocks. She gasped out loud. She couldn’t help it. Had she done wrong or displeased him? Again her thoughts scattered while three further slaps followed. Her body shrank away, moving into a foetal position, head well down, legs involuntarily coming together. But restraints closed around each ankle, and a bar came between them forcing them wide.

‘I am Master. Remember. Now, be still while I examine my slave.’

Fingers expertly worked their way from the nape of her neck down the lines of her body, holding her tight for a moment at her waist and thighs before moving on. They nipped, pinched, soothed the cheeks of her butt, and she tensed, fearing a further slap when he saw that the second plug was not there.

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