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‘So much has happened since I was last here. It’s been like a dream...’

‘Shhh, Little One. Shhh.’

This time he plucked her eyebrows, manicured her nails, and then with her feet paid special attention to creaming and softening, before trimming her toenails. She felt groomed, newly born, pure, whole, sensuous; a true woman in every way. And yet within, still a child, retaining innocence and an eagerness to learn. The true sign of a submissive.

A hairdresser cut and styled her hair, softly onto her face rather than swept back. It gave her an elfin look, especially with her eyes dancing and sparkling as if they had seen things she could not tell. She watched her face in the mirror, knowing it betrayed the secret feelings of a lover. Her eyes shone and the shape of her lips twitched upwards as she remembered things told to her before she left the island, and the way it would be.

Finally she stood at the door, reaching towards the sun setting in the sky, wondering what the morrow might bring. The car drew up alongside, and apart from a stopover meal they continued driving, in silence, until almost daybreak when Free Spirit carried them back to their island retreat and the start of a new and very different life.

Testing the Limits

The sun rose majestic and glorious from the ashes of the night, fanning its tail across the horizon like some great bird embracing a new dawn. The orange-yellow spectre lit up the heavens, touching everything in its path with the magic and splendour of a new and wonderful day.

Abi watched from her window, in a new wrap given to her by her parents, following the rivulets of colour streaking the morning sky. She smiled. It was going to be a good day. The best! From deep do

wn within her heart, she knew she was finally Home.

Her arms opened wide, caught in the moment and embracing the magic that soon would be hers. She closed her eyes, hugging close the scene set before her. Then, throwing the catch on the windows, she drew a sharp intake of breath at the snap of cold air that nipped her cheeks, giving her a rich glow, as if she too had been touched by the dawn.

As she pulled the wrap close around her she turned to find she wasn’t alone. Shadow stood silent and still.

‘Shadow, how I’ve missed all this, and you.’ Excited, she drew close to him, and then impishly pulled away, seeking instead the trolley he brought laden with food.

‘You left me a whole day and night,’ she chided. ‘I was lonely, and I’m so hungry. Shall I butter you some toast?’

Shadow held the teapot and sat opposite her at the table, letting the steaming liquid fill her cup. He accepted the toast and watched the plate empty before her.

‘Shadow, I’ve so much to tell you, to share. So much I’ve seen and learned while I’ve been away.’ She scarcely noticed his silence, much less the deviant gleam in his eye as she chattered on like a child, filled with the newness and wonder of life.

She followed him to the gym, and ‘ouched’ and ‘ooohed’ her way through her paces, pouting as he asked more and more from her, pushing her to her limit and beyond.

‘My sister has a new boyfriend...’ she gasped between press-ups. ‘And dad’s changed the house around again. And did you catch on the news the bit about... oh no, Shadow, do I have to?’

At last she was done, and while a hot shower sent pinpricks of pleasure across her body, she too fell silent as Shadow held her head down and then back, washing her thoroughly and completely, before pulling out the couch on which to lie. This time, however, he placed leather like a bridge arcing from one side to the other, clipping it in place.

‘Shadow, what is it?’ she asked.

In silence he helped her climb up on her back, placing her over the arc in the centre. Her head fell back. Her legs parted. Deftly he secured them in the brackets on either side, and because of the arc he now had more access to her groin.

Aware of her vulnerability she crossed her arms over her breasts, but he pulled her hands apart and clamped them above her head and to the sides. He stood silent and still, watching her struggles slowly cease. Then, moving close, he pressed a finger to her lips, looking deep into her eyes.

‘You will be silent now.’

In his eyes she caught a glimpse of the depth of feeling he felt for her, but something else too; a look, sad and distant, as if she had somehow let him down. There was also a new sternness to his words, which demanded they be obeyed.

She watched his face as fingers felt her scalp, moving down to her eyes, which he held open while using a pencil torch. Fingers felt down the line of her jaw, opening her mouth as he examined her teeth. He reached up and flicked the switch of a powerful lamp. There was a whirring noise, and he held her upper lip while an instrument whitened and polished her teeth. She felt disorientated, her head hanging back too far because of the arc. She closed her eyes, hoping to cut off the sickening dizzy sensation she felt inside.

A different noise started as the humming instrument of before was brought down to encourage her nipples into hardness, and then they were clamped. Her body stretched out across the bridge of the arc, and fingers firmly manipulated stomach muscles, sending shivers of delight into her groin. Her pussy was wet, and he spent time examining its inner secrets, holding back the labia and inserting three fingers, testing how far they reached. Then moving down they prized apart her cheeks to inspect her anus while Abi, unable to keep still, squirmed to the intense feelings of being powerless, and deeply aroused.

Released from her fetters, Shadow left her to struggle unaided to turn onto her front, stretched along the arc, leaving her head to hang low. He manipulated her neck muscles, slowly moving down each vertebra in turn, confirming before moving on. As he reached her bottom a finger slid into her anus. She gasped, a shudder lifting her body, filling it with a delicious feeling of warmth and pleasure. Juices flooded the finger, now joined by another, and for a moment, caught on a climactic edge, she felt the slow spread of deeply aroused emotion churning her stomach. Her innermost being rose up to greet it when the fingers withdrew suddenly, and a well-aimed series of smacks landed squarely on each cheek.

She was hurt, disappointed, confused. Raising her head she caught a look on his face of which she had no understanding. Only when she was standing did she search his face again for the look that had been, wondering at the intensity and what it might mean. But instead of the explanation she hoped for he pushed her legs apart and walked around her three times, then placed himself in front of her, looking her straight in the eye.

‘We will go now for a meeting with Sir Richard. He is waiting.’ He took hold of her chin and, tilting it, kissed her intensely. ‘Come.’

She followed him down the corridor, past the gym at the end, and on down the stairs to where the air felt warm and close. The room they entered through the archway at the bottom was decorated in rich golden satin. Drapes hung from ceiling to floor, and between the drapes were stout black beams, and it was to these beams that her eyes were drawn, trying to take in the leather harnesses, bindings and straps that hung there. The room was large, extending into antechambers divided off by more satin curtains. On either side were couches of black leather, with all manner of straps attached to them. And in the centre of the room were two winged chairs divided by a black polished table, a plush pouf and a mat.

‘Welcome to the Dungeon.’ Dream Catcher stood by one of the chairs. As he spoke his arms extended towards her. ‘Today you will see and experience everything.’

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