Page 43 of Be Careful What You Wish For

He loomed above her, where she could see his hands holding her breasts. He sucked a nipple, gently biting with his teeth, persuading it to stand to attention before clamping it hard. Her moans changed to a gasp as he repeated the process with the left inverted nipple, using a humming instrument to hold the shy one out before it was clamped in the same way as the first. Then sitting to one side he stroked her hair, holding her head firmly, kissing her passionately. The vibrating eggs were driving her crazy with need. She writhed, fighting a losing battle with the scale of sensations driving her to the edge, and beyond.

He straightened, standing over her, running his penis around the lips of her mouth. It was long and hard. She wanted to push it away, to hold back, to take control, but as she struggled ropes knotted in a certain way only grew tighter. No matter how hard she struggled she remained vulnerable, open, able to offer only the smallest of cries of protest.

‘This is difficult for you, I know, but let’s see if we can overcome a major fear together and help you through. This is about trust, obedience, giving all power to me and letting me take control. Can you do this now, for me?’

She gulped back tears of confusion, choking, gagging at the thought of having something so large in her mouth and throat without any ability to stop it, and he saw her trepidation.

‘Trust, obedience, submission; these are what you have committed yourself to, giving openly and freely, the essence of what this lifestyle is about.’

He walked away from her, and suddenly she was more afraid of rejection, of not being able to please, of not feeling the delight of his hands, his fingers, his body on and in hers... his seed in her mouth.

‘Please, I can do this. I can...’ she hesitated a moment, ‘...but only with your help. I trust you, Master, to work with me through this. Please?’

In truth he’d walked away to collect a ring gag, which he proceeded to place behind her teeth, forming her mouth into a vulnerable ‘O’. Then again the cock came at her, slowly, surely, gently moistening her lips with pre-cum... demanding a way in. The foreskin rolled back and the plum of the helmet pressed inside; in and out... setting up a rhythm... not forcing... a pace he judged would be right for her.

He was a Grand Master, an authority, someone other Masters respected and looked up to, and he had learned the value of patience, of tolerance, of understanding and compassion. He had gained through the years a tremendous wealth of experience, shared and otherwise; knowledge and wisdom born of mistakes, knowing in the beginning especially he had let down people who were counting on him.

He was not someone above listening, supporting, learning, walking alongside those who had the gift of giving. In no way would he risk frightening this gentlest of maidens away. She’d been hurt badly in the past. This was not uncommon amongst slaves, given the submissiveness of their nature and ways in which that was mistreated and abused. Gentle handling was the key to unlocking her secret pleasure-pain need. In the right environment it was possible to make her strong, the kind of strength born of a freedom within. He suspected that, alongside this strength, it was possible she could inspire others, and together they might prove a formidable team.

Quiet now, she beseeched him with her eyes to be gentle, to let her come to no harm. He reached a sudden decision and changed tack, letting her go, removing the ring gag from her mouth, the intricate binding of rope around her wrists, and the eggs within. He knelt between her thighs, bound her legs around his waist, and holding her waist firmly, sank his erection into her.

A guttural squeal escaped from her throat. She sobbed in ecstasy and squirmed against him, willing him deeper and deeper, needing the release only he could give.

‘Come then, slave, let me give you my seed so we might be bound as one for this brief moment in time.’

She came then, juices flowing, mingling with his sperm, but instead of release she found her need growing greater, still urging her on, knowing no bounds. Totally out of control, unable to stem the tide of emotion that threw her against him she begged for more, and more, and again she came, her body arched, her hips raised, her nipples standing erect and proud.

He turned her onto her front, pushing her knees up, taking her from behind, slowly at first, feeling his way into her, and then drove his cock deep inside. Again he ejaculated, knowing she was cumming too, and finally she was spent.

Sometime later he bathed her, rubbing Witch Hazel into the cheeks of her bottom and oils to her back and front, massaging, easing the tension the storm of emotions had left in their wake. And then with soothing, encouraging words, he led her back to the main hall.

Music was playing softly. Bodies lay strewn as if a far greater battle had been fought here. Masters sat watchful over their slaves, but with the entrance of Grand Master they became alert as he led the newbie back into their midst, nudging their girls until they sat up on their knees, awaiting the final order of the day.

Abi recognised Alex, smiling at her, together with the hairdresser Shellie, both in various stages of undress. While Dream Catcher and Shadow stood to one side, a part of the proceedings yet apart from them, ready to administer to her needs, aware at this stage that their responsibilities and commitment to her were just about to begin in a way they never had before.

The Grand Master used a pulley to lower the platform which hung close to the ceiling. He bid her lie on her front, while he pulled her legs and arms and tied them to the four corners as if she were a large ‘X’. And as he used the pulley she realised with a sense of shock the centre of the platform had pulled away, and she was being raised from the floor attached only to the surround. And as she hung there, arms and legs outstretched, Grand Master presented her fully to the Masters and slaves at the Gathering.

‘It is my great pleasure to present, finally, our new slave Angel, whom we welcome as a part of our extended family. Make yourselves known to her. Treat her well.’

As he finished speaking, while she was still adjusting to this new and threatening position, without warning he covered her eyes, plugged her ears, and hooded her so that her world became silent and still. It was a strange feeling, hanging, and it came to her suddenly that she was flying, above and beyond, reaching across the horizon to a place where fantasy and reality fuse and everything is One.

Hands touched, fingers caressed. It was not an

unpleasant sensation. Gradually her feelings aroused and heightened until she no longer had control over her body or her emotions. She relaxed into the experience, let go, and simply let it be.

At some point she drifted off somewhere in sub-space where she floated; no thoughts, no pain, no pleasure experience, just a gentle sway which took her and held her, suspended in time, unsure if it were night or day. And she didn’t really care.

In time she lost track of who she was, who she had been. Thoughts burst like bubbles in her head, allowing only raw, aching, throbbing emotion to seep in and through her, reaching and fulfilling that aching need deep down inside her soul.

Much later it was Dream Catcher and Shadow who took her down, caressing her gently, and carried her between them to her Chamber. They lay beside her on the bed, cradling her to them, cuddling close so that when she woke she would know them and feel reassured that they were there for her; for always, finally living the dream, committing themselves to her in controlling love.

Finally she was at that place where she had always yearned to be; free to be the person she had always wanted to be, held lovingly in the hands of her true Masters.

And in a room not so far away Grand Master knew he wanted her for his own.

Moving the Goal Posts

A whirl of activity followed in the aftermath of the Ceremony. Dream Catcher’s time was taken up with preparing for his trip to the mainland. He talked on the telephone for hours at a time, behind closed doors, restricting access to information. And when he did emerge from his study it was to spend time with Pandora or with Grand Master and his other guests.

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