Page 41 of Be Careful What You Wish For

‘So let me inspect the new slave. Angel, up on the couch and assume the position.’ Grand Master broke her reverie, widening her eyes at the idea of his hands touching her bare flesh and revealing herself to him. But she obeyed; she didn’t dare do otherwise.

Dream Catcher and Shadow stood to one side as she knelt on the black leather, reaching back to hold the cheeks of her bottom apart before bending her head low.

‘Has she felt the whip or the keenness of the switch?’

Her body tensed at the voice of the Grand Master, remembering the switch she had prepared. It was odd how she had found it in the room where Dream Catcher took her. No further mention of it had been made until now, but then that whole episode was all a bit of a blur. Hands touched and held, running softly across her body, squeezing her waist, her thighs. Immediately she was aroused; he knew it from the shivered excitement that betrayed her, and the wetness of her sex.

‘Already... look, see? We must not disappoint, for she is obviously crying out with need.’

A chain was fed through links on her cuffs, holding them together, attached to a point on the couch. As she tried to raise her head it was pushed down and held, the loop in her collar hooked in place. Other hands cupped her bottom, squeezing and massaging and manipulating, and one finger, then two penetrated her anus.

She couldn’t stop her gasps, mingling with echoes which came from the room beyond. She craved the pleasure, she wanted the pain, and understanding that need, Grand Master started a measured spanking before increasing the severity and upping the pace. A paddle took the place of his palm, followed by a crop, then a whip. Eventually she saw an arm extend to reach for the switch which appeared as if by magic, leaning against the wall. From the corner of her eye she caught the strangest look which passed between Dream Catcher and Shadow, and when Shadow bent his head to gaze at a spot on the floor it made her wonder. But now wasn’t the time for thought.

This was a new experience. She knew she was being tested. Grand Master wanted to see how soon she would use her safeword, and therefore how much trust she was willing to give. At what point might she take back control? Was that the true test of a slave? And in those moments before it began she knew no matter what, she would hold back the word that would stop everything in a moment. Courage didn’t come without fear. Courage meant fear was there, but still you did it anyway.

And so, despite the pain, the beatings, the dread of how much more might come and the amount she could take, she held back the word, curiously aroused and open and pliable, testing her own limits of endurance, and then shouting, screaming, exhilarated and excited and deeply aroused, for the release and for someone to take her and accept all she had to give.

But it didn

’t come!

Caught in the throes of passion, in a place between need and fulfilment, he held her right there, on the very edge while she sought the permission he was not willing to give.

Suddenly all hands released their hold. She lay gasping, breathless... abandoned? She felt a wave of resentment rise up in her. She had given herself fully, freely; surely it was not too much to ask that they respond to her need?

The voice of Grand Master was soft yet stern. ‘Be very careful, slave. Hold yourself. Your time will come.’

Despite the implied threat the words soothed, comforted and strengthened her resolve so that she was able, in spite of her highly aroused state, to relax and simply let her feelings go. Like leaves carried on the wind they left her feeling naked, aching and eager for more.

The bonds that held were released. The Grand Master clapped his hands. Automatically she assumed the Inspect position, sitting up on her knees, arching her back, hands behind her head.

‘Very good. Very good indeed.’ She welcomed the praise, taking pleasure from that moment, taking it to heart as a child being told by a father she had done well.

He knew. It was so easy to please, to bring joy to the dark brown pools that gazed up at him. They drew him, wondering at their sadness, the hurt mingled with joy as she offered herself openly to him. He moved behind her, bending her first this way then that, reaching down to her waist, holding her tummy while feeling down her flanks, parting her legs wide, then taking her arms and securing them behind her back.

‘Hold her head firmly.’

Dream Catcher stepped quickly to her, but Shadow got there first. She wondered fleetingly what the meaning of the expression was on Dream Catcher’s face as Shadow made that move, but then Shadow was pulling her head to his chest, holding it there while other hands moulded her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples.

‘Ah, what have we here? An inverted nipple? It seems you’ve used clamps without affect.’ He focused on her left nipple, arousing and coaxing while her body showed the obvious reactions his activities had on her. ‘It seems this is the nipple which arouses and offers most pleasure. You may like to think for the future about having it pierced, so it cannot hide.’

Abi squirmed at his words and made noises of protest.

‘She has fire and spirit, this one, and that is good. But slave, again, be very careful, for if so desired then punishment will come.’ She trembled at the sudden menace in his voice, and he knew at once his message had struck home.

Fingers teased apart the lips of her sex, sensuously rubbing her clit, inching in to explore before thrusting deep. Immediately her body was on fire. Bursts of tingling sensations made her writhe, and once again she was taken to the edge of an orgasm as the rhythm drove her crazy with need.

But again she was denied. Again he withdrew.

Desperately her body continued to dance to an unchained melody which clambered to be heard, sending her emotions spiralling on an ever increasing journey, her cunt seeping juices, wetting the couch.

‘She is sensuous, passionate, filled with an unmet desire. Taken to the limits there is no doubt she can be made to cum... cum... and cum again, and even then have plenty left to give.’

Grand Master had replaced Shadow at her head. One hand cupped her chin, the other ran fingers lightly down her throat, all the while those eyes mesmerising her own.

‘Can she deep throat?’ He threw the question out and the air caught his words, befuddling the letters, passing them through her consciousness without truly entering. Her head was a mass of emotions with no room for thought.

The men talked to one another quietly, their words passing through her as if she were a wraith. One hand continued to hold her jaw, the other reached for something for her mouth. She could not turn, could not see, unable to release her eyes from the hypnotic power he had over her. But as that something was pressed hard and unyielding into her mouth she gasped and jerked away in protest, frantically struggling to be free. Immediately he released her, sensing fear, deciding to err on the side of caution and not punish, to let it go... for now.

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