Calliope's Master

by Melinda Barron

  “Most definitely,” Silas said, lifting his coffee cup. “If she hadn’t been here, I might have left everything for you to clean when you got back. She pushed me to be good.”

  “A miracle,” Phillip said. “You’ve got to stick around, Calliope. You’re a good influence on him.”

  Calliope laughed. She hadn’t felt part of a group in so long, and it felt so good. “It’s a mutual thing.”

  “Good, then she’ll stick around,” Silas said. He stood and drained the last of his coffee. “We’re going to spend the rest of the day upstairs. We’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow, unless something needs handling before then.”

  “I can handle it,” Phillip said, waving his hand toward the door. “Get out.”

  “Screw you,” Silas said with a laugh. He held out his hand to Calliope. “Let’s go.”

  They said good-bye to everyone and made their way upstairs. As they passed the door to what was formerly her room, Calliope tugged on his hand. “Do you really think she can help?”

  “All I know for sure is nothing went wild in my house last night, and I appreciate any help to decipher what happened.” He ushered her through the doorway. “What about you?”

  “If you want the truth, I didn’t believe in much until Henry died. Maybe Phillip is right when he says I see Henry’s ghost just because I need something to believe in, I need to think he’s still near. What I do believe is that Matilda Weston, if that is who is roaming around, is in pain. It scares me.”

  They were at the house now. He opened the doorway and held out his hand, indicating she should go first. “Why does it scare you?” he asked when they were inside.

  “I think she’s lost, and that’s horrible, to spend eternity wandering around, not going on to wherever it is spirits go.”

  “A lot of people spend their whole life like that.” He closed the door and locked it. His hot breath on her neck made her shiver. “Strip.”

  She toed out of her shoes before slowly removing the rest of her clothes, starting with her sweater and ending with her panties. When she was done, he took her hand and led her to the middle of the living room.

  “Hands behind your back, head down, legs spread.” Damn, she was excited. He let her know disobedience would not be tolerated. And it made her wet every damn time.

  As if reading her mind, his hand dipped between her legs. “What a wet slut you are.”

  Calliope closed her eyes, swallowing back a cry. Henry had always called her his slut; that was his name for her. She had to get over it, though. It wasn’t as if she didn’t enjoy hearing the nasty term. She loved being Silas’ slut.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “You’re welcome.” He patted her on the bottom. “Now, we’re going up to the dungeon. You’ll walk in front of me, with your head down and your hands clasped behind your back the whole way. If you fail to stay the way I’ve asked, it’s no whipping for you tonight.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. Now march to the stairs and go up.”

  It was a little hard to keep her balance as she walked up the stairs without the use of her hands, but she made it. At the top, he opened the door to the dungeon and slapped her ass.

  “Inside.” He stepped in after her and closed the door. “All fours.”

  Calliope dropped down to the ground, keeping her head bowed. She heard his boots clink against the wooden floor as he walked. There was the rustling of material. What was he doing? “Crawl to me.”

  She lifted her head enough to see where he was standing, toward the far wall. She went to him as quickly as possible, her excitement growing.

  “Pick one.” She looked to where he pointed to a low table. There were seven floggers lying there. Calliope knew enough about the items to determine the ones she saw were made from leather, and suede, and bull hide. She looked them over, knowing the smaller bull hide one would provide the bite that she so loved. She took the ring attached to its handle in her mouth and pulled it from the table.

  “Good girl. That one will redden your ass very nicely.” He took it from her and attached it to a clip on his belt. “It’s your reward, if you please me this afternoon. Crawl to the columns.” He walked behind her, and his murmurs of appreciation made her body flush. When she was there, she followed his command to stand.

  “This place needs a good cleaning, and you’re going to do it, while I watch. I’m going to dress you in ropes, to please me. Afterward, if everything is to my satisfaction, I’ll give you fifty strokes with the flogger.”

  That’s all? That will just get me started.

  “Grasp the restraints in your hand and keep still while I dress you.”

  “Yes, Sir Silas.” She watched him go to another table, pick up various pieces of rope which he slung over his shoulders. He walked back to her, holding one of the tan lengths between his hands. He stopped in front of her.

  “Open your mouth.” She did as he asked, and he put the length of rope between her teeth. “Bite down.” Calliope obeyed.

  “That will keep you silent for as long as I like.” Then he started to work. He wrapped rope above and below her breasts, securing the lengths together with shorter pieces of the soft material.

  When he was done with that he fashioned a corset around her middle. Calliope’s arms ached as he worked, and she tried to ignore it. She’d never had such intricate rope designs on her body, and the cord felt soft against her skin.

  He backed up several times as if to inspect his work, tugging and pulling on various lengths, making adjustments here and there. Calliope shivered at his touch when his skin came into contact with hers. It made her want him more than she ever had before. This little exercise might well drive her insane. He hadn’t touched her sexually, yet she was dripping wet and her nipples were hard as little rocks.

  Finally, he nodded. “Almost done.”

  Silas crouched in front of her, and she felt him thread a piece between the lower stays of the corset. He drew it between her legs before he got up and moved behind her. He pulled it tight, and the material slid between her wet folds. He tugged again, and it moved between her ass cheeks. She felt him secure it to the corset.

  “Perfect. Now, there is a tray over there with new dildos. I want you to take them out of their packages and clean them all. After that I want you to look at me. When I call you, you will come and kneel before me, so I can examine my work adorning your beautiful body. Then, I will send you to another area to work and we will repeat each step until we are finished cleaning. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes, Sir Silas.”

  “Then get crawling. Perhaps you can taste the leather tonight, if you’re a good girl.”

  She made her way to the table he’d indicated. There were at least six dildos there, varying from hard plastic to the more realistic material that had what looked like veins. She cleaned them all, wondering when he would use one on her, or watch her use one on herself.

  When she was done, she turned to him. She still had the length of rope trailing out of either end of her mouth. “Crawl to me.”

  He examined the bindings, tugging and prodding on them; then he pointed to a table sitting on another wall. “Butt plugs next. They’re also brand new. Now go.”

  There were four of them, also in various sizes. The largest one looked like it would leave her sore for a week. She silently prayed he wouldn’t use it on her. As she cleaned, she was very aware of him watching her. She could feel his gaze as if he could see under her skin. This was as erotic as having sex with him.

  When she had cleaned the last one, she turned back to him. He called her over and checked her bindings again, then sent her to clean other things: the cross, the stocks, the large four-poster bed that took up a great deal of space, various spanking benches, and finally, a fucking machine.

  At various times he called her over to examine her. Three times he took the cord from her mouth and gave her a drink of water, with him holding the glass up to her lips. He never talked with
her, though, except to give commands.

  When she was finished, she looked around the room. Her body was sore, even though the ropes weren’t that tight. The worst thing was the rope that had hung from her mouth all afternoon. Her jaw ached, and she was thirsty again.

  “I’m very pleased,” he said as he indicated she should crawl back to him. “You follow instructions perfectly, and everything is now nice and clean for us to play with. You will notice I bought you all new dildos and ass plugs.”

  Calliope nodded. He took the rope from her mouth.

  “What do you say?”

  “Thank you, Sir Silas, for buying new toys.”

  “Very nice.” He stroked his finger down her cheek. “I’m going to untie you, but I’m going to put ropes on your ankles and wrists. Your flogging will come later tonight, after we’ve eaten and relaxed a little.”

  Relaxed? She wanted it now. “Yes, Sir Silas. As you wish.”

  “Good girl. Stand up.” He undid her wrappings as expertly as he’d put them on. When they were gone, he went to the wall and selected more rope. He came back and wound it around her wrists, leaving what she guessed to be a two-foot slack between them before he tied the others. It was almost as if she were wearing rope handcuffs with a long rope chain between them.

  He did the same with her legs, leaving a much larger length between her ankles. When he was done, he took hold of the rope between her arms and pulled. “Follow me.”

  He walked her to a spanking bench. “Bend over.”

  Excitement coursed through her. Maybe he would spank her now after all. She certainly hoped so. When she was bent over, he used a chain secured to the floor to wrap through her wrist chain. He tied it down, then did the same with her legs, securing her in place.

  She heard him walk, and she wished she could turn and see what was happening. He had the flogger attached to his belt, so what was he looking for?

  Just whip me already! Please!

  He was back moments later. He placed something cold on her back, and Calliope gasped.

  “Do you need the rope back in your mouth? Or perhaps a proper gag will help you stay silent.”

  “No, Sir.” She hated gags, and her mouth was already sore from the rope.

  “Then be silent unless spoken to, or I’ll put the flogger away, and we won’t come back tonight. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She licked her lips. “Forgive me, Sir.”

  “You’re forgiven.”

  There was a clicking, as if he were taking the top off something. Then he spread her ass cheeks, and cold cream dripped on her anus. She knew what lay on her back.

  A butt plug.

  Silas took a deep breath, working to control the urge to shove his dick up her ass. She had the most delectable bottom he’d seen in years. Watching her clean this afternoon had almost been his undoing.

  She’d looked so incredible in his ropes, following his directions to the letter. Now she had his markings on her; the impressions the rope had left on her skin made it seem as if she were almost still wearing the ropes.

  He took a breath, hoping it was silent. It wouldn’t do for her to know how anxious he was to fuck her. He wanted this day to last, to draw it out so it would be something they both would remember.

  She jerked a little as he worked the cream into her tight opening. The puckered skin didn’t want to open for him at first, but he coaxed it into submission, finally working his thumb into her.

  Damn, she was tight. He wiggled his thumb and waited. She remained silent, which made him hard as granite. She followed directions so fucking well.

  He pulled out his thumb and picked up the plug. He’d picked the medium-sized one. He wanted to open her up enough, so she could take him tonight, after he flogged her as she so desperately wanted.

  Silas placed the tip at her opening and gently pushed. There was a very soft gasp that was quickly bit off. He slapped her ass to let her know he’d heard her slip, and she whispered, “Forgive me, Sir Silas.”

  “This time.” He pushed a little more. What would it take to get her to call him Master? He hadn’t asked her to, or told her to, but she’d never even slipped once. He wanted to hear that word come out of her mouth more than he wanted anything right now. This place could fall down around his knees, and if Calliope looked at him and said, “Master, how awful that this happened,” life would be perfect.

  He worked the plug into her ass, then stood back to examine his work.

  “Superb.” He undid the bindings that held her to the floor, then patted her ass. “Stand.”

  She did as he asked, her hands clasped together in front, her head bowing immediately. His dick swelled even more. What did the ad say about having an erection for more than a certain amount of time? Right now, he was sure he’d be hard all night, and the only thing that produced it was the bound submissive standing before him.

  “We’re going downstairs, me first. Don’t forget your legs and arms are tethered together. Be careful how you walk.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “We’ll go to the kitchen, where you will kneel, and I’ll cook. After we’ve eaten, you’ll clean while I watch. We won’t be back up here for some time.” Too fucking bad. He might have blue balls by then. He grasped the rope that held her wrists together. “Now, let’s go. I’m hungry.”

  Chapter 11

  He brought her pillow into the kitchen and pointed down. Calliope knelt on it, awkwardly. She almost fell because of the bonds on her wrists and ankles, and he grabbed her, kept her from falling.

  When she was kneeling in the center, he went to the cabinets and began taking down bowls. He gathered cans and various spices from the shelves, his arms so full she wondered if he would drop them. After that he went to the refrigerator and took out cheese and a bowl full of something she couldn’t make out through the plastic.

  “May I ask what you’re making, Sir?”

  “Pizza, one of my favorite things. It’ll have pepperoni, mushrooms, green pepper, onion, and sausage. Anything you don’t want on there?”

  “It all sounds delicious.”

  “It is, one of the best things I make, besides the first thing I made for you. Or anything else I cook.”

  Calliope giggled at his cocky tone.

  “Watch it, woman, you might laugh yourself out of a whipping. Everything I cook is a treat.” He was rolling out dough on the counter, and he stopped and looked down at her. “I think that’s it.”

  “Excuse me, Sir?”

  “Treat, your new name.”

  Shivers ran through her. “Okay.”

  “Well, it’s October, the time for trick or treating, and I have to say you’re the best treat I’ve had in a long, long time.”

  The shivers continued. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “You’re welcome.” He put the dough on a pan and used his fingers to move it around. “How do you like being my treat?”

  “I like it very much.” She noticed a slight pause in his movements, like he was surprised, or disappointed maybe, by her answer. “I’ve enjoyed it all, Sir Silas. You said you wanted me to tell you the absolute truth on everything, and you know how… frightened I was at first. That fear has dissipated.”

  “But it’s not all gone.” He was putting things on the pizza. She noticed he took the sauce from a plastic bowl, which meant he’d made his own. He spread around cheese before he put on other toppings. Then he slid it into the oven.

  “About twenty minutes or so and we’ll eat. In the meantime, let’s go into the living room. Leave your cushion here. You’ll need it for dinner.”

  She followed him to the living room where he sat down on the sofa. He indicated the space on the floor where the cushion usually rested.

  When she’d knelt next to him, he stroked her hair. “Tell me, treat, how did what Phillip said tonight make you feel?”

  Calliope didn’t have to ask what he was talking about. But she hadn’t wanted this question. She wasn’t sure what to say. What
was he asking, exactly? Was he saying he wanted her to consider staying? Or was he simply asking how Phillip’s statement had made her feel?

  Don’t read too much into it, Calliope. Just answer the question he asked.

  “It made me feel good. But I have to admit it scared me too.”

  “Tell me why.” His voice was so soft that she almost didn’t hear him. He hadn’t spoken like this even when he was coaxing her into his bed.

  “Because I…” Her voice trailed off. “Because I never expected to feel anything for anyone, ever again.”

  There was a smile on his face now, one that made her insides turn to jelly. Of course, they’d been that way most of the day.

  “Calliope, I want you to stay with me. I’m asking you to stay.”

  Was that her stomach lurching? Or her heart? Fear and excitement mixed, and she wasn’t sure which emotion was stronger.

  “I don’t expect you to say, ‘Oh yes, I’ll stay’, right away. Think about it. Consider all the possibilities. Give me your answer when you’re ready. I won’t ask again, not because I don’t want to, but because I don’t want you to feel pressure. If you decide to stay here, I want it to be of your own free will.”

  “Thank you, Sir Silas.” She wasn’t sure what to say now. “I’ll think about it very carefully. I promise.”

  “That’s all I can hope for, treat. Now, you stay here, and I’m going to go upstairs, prepare it for later. I’ll be back.”

  “Yes, Sir.” He stood, then leaned over and kissed the top of her head before he strode toward the stairs.

  Calliope watched him, even though she was sure he had probably meant for her to keep her gaze down. When he disappeared into the dungeon, she looked down at her bound hands, at the rope that hung between them. She’d never experienced anything like this before.

  Henry had been her Master, yes. He’d fed her by hand; bound her to their bed at night; and given her the utmost in pleasure by providing her with the extreme pleasures that she craved.

  She’d been so inexperienced when they started out, though, and she’d been so in love with him that she would have done anything he asked, no matter what. Was that the way it was supposed to be, or was she supposed to ask questions this time? Ask about limits? Ask about specific events? She wasn’t sure, and there really wasn’t anyone she could ask.