Her Master's Kiss

by Sparx, Vivien

  “I will… if it pleases you,” she whispered.

  Stefan laughed. “No, no, no! You don’t get away with it so simply my little sex slave,” he admonished her lightly. “You will please me because I order you. This is about whether you wish to be pleasured.”

  “I do,” Renee confessed, stunned that she was admitting the depths of her need. “I… want you to touch me. Please.”

  “Hmmm. That’s not begging…”

  “Please…!”

  “Better. But not good enough.”

  Renee groaned. “Please! Please!” she said. “I’m so close…”

  Stefan took a step back. His voice sounded thoughtful “Perhaps I could touch you again,” he teased. “But first you must spread your legs wider for me.”

  Renee tried to force her legs wider against her restraints.

  “I… I can’t….”

  “Ah, yes. The bindings. Well, perhaps you can grind yourself against my hand while I hold it against you? Why don’t you try that?”

  Renee tried to lower herself against Stefan’s hand, but now the restraints around her wrist made it impossible. She groaned in frustration.

  “And here we reach the turning point,” Stefan said. “Here you must decide whether it is your pleasure that motivates you, or your desire to become truly submissive. This is the question you must now answer, Renee. All you need to do is say the word and I will release you long enough for you to enjoy the orgasm you so desperately crave. Or… or you can deny yourself the pleasure, and take the first real step to learning the inner strength it takes to submit completely to the will of your master.”

  Renee gave a small sob of frustration. She was so close to exploding. So perilously close….

  “If it does not please you to see your slave orgasm, then I submit to your will,” she said regretfully.

  Stefan took another step away from her and tapped the rounded swell of Renee’s bottom with his whip. She groaned.

  “You have learned the first lesson, Renee,” Stefan smiled. “You see most people believe that submissive women who become sexual slaves to their masters must be very weak women. Women who are so weak they must follow a man’s instructions because they have no will of their own. But this is not true. In my experience, it is only the strongest women who have the inner strength it requires to submit to the desires of their master. To submit, you must be strong.”

  “So I passed?”

  Stefan smiled. “Passed a test?”

  “Yes. Did I pass?”

  Stefan grunted. “You passed the first stage Renee. Only the first stage. Tonight you must understand that exquisite torture comes in many forms. So far you have been able to deny yourself the thrill of your own release. But only in its most simple form. What you have done is merely averted temptation. But what happens when temptation is thrust upon you, and still you must resist?”

  “I… I don’t understand…”

  “You will,” Stefan said.

  Renee waited in the silence. She could hear Stefan breathing. Then suddenly she could feel the heat of his body close against hers, pressing against her back.

  “I’m going to tempt you, Renee,” he said. “Like you’ve never been tempted before. I know you are close. I know that you are on the edge; the slightest caress might be enough to bring about your release. But I forbid you to orgasm Renee. Do you understand?”

  Renee gasped. “Yes.”

  Suddenly she felt his hands on her hips, burning hot against her skin. She sucked in a sharp breath and stifled a groan.

  “As I slide my hands up the flat of your abdomen to your breasts, I want you to block your mind against your need for release, Renee.” One of Stefan’s hands cupped the weight of her breast.

  Renee’s body suddenly caught fire. She could feel prickles of sweat.

  “Your breasts are so perfect,” Stefan whispered in her ear. “I can feel your nipple hardening even through the lacy fabric of your bra. Tell me, Renee? Do you feel yourself nearing the edge? Do you wish I would unhook your bra perhaps?”

  Renee gritted her teeth. She tried to think about something else – anything else – but all she could hear was Stefan’s soft lulling voice close in her ear; all she could feel was the heat of his hand.

  She whimpered.

  “Aaah,” Stefan smiled. “I see it is becoming impossible for you,” he chuckled. “But still there is more to endure, Renee. Still there are parts of your body I have yet to explore.”

  He moved his free hand down to the elastic waist of her panties. Renee sobbed. He had dragged her to the very edge of the precipice.

  Stefan inhaled deeply. “I can smell the scent of your arousal,” he purred. “I can’t wait to touch you, Renee. I can’t wait to slide my hand down inside your panties. Imagine the feel of my fingers, Renee. Imagine them between your legs, as your hips begin to thrust and rock. Imagine the feeling as the first of my fingers slide inside the slick dampness, edging inside you with such an agonizing, tantalizing slowness that it drives you wild.”

  Renee groaned again, the sound escaping her lips before she had the chance to clamp her mouth closed. Her breathing was a series of broken ragged pants. Behind the blindfold her eyes were screwed shut.

  “I… I can’t hold…”

  “You will!” Stefan snapped. “I forbid you to orgasm. Restrain yourself and stay silent,” he ordered harshly. “The weaker your will, the more I will test you.”

  Renee pressed her forehead against the cold brick wall and held her breath. Stefan’s hand slid two inches inside her panties.

  “You are an object for my pleasure,” Stefan said, his tone suddenly soothing and gentle again. “Your own needs no longer matter. Your body is for my use alone. You must free yourself. Step outside of your own sexuality and become an object only. You feel nothing, unless I command it, Renee. You are remote and removed from this place and these feelings. My fingers inside you, my hand on your breast, my breath in your ear are all to please me. That is what your body is for. Your urges… your needs… they exist in your mind, and that has no value to me. From this moment on your body is for my use.”

  Stefan’s fingers touched Renee’s soft silken heat and began to slide lightly across her damp folds. She gasped and her hips spasmed.

  “Tell me what you are!” Stefan barked.

  Renee sobbed.

  “Tell me what you are!” Stefan demanded again.

  “A body,” Renee said weakly.

  “Say it again!”

  “A body,” she said. “I’m a body.”

  “That’s all you are.”

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me again what you are.”

  “A body,” she repeated. “For your pleasure.”

  “Again.”

  “I’m a body you use for your pleasure!” Renee said.

  “Again!”

  “I’m here for your pleasure.”

  “And what is your task?”

  “To please you.”

  Stefan eased his fingers from Renee and she went limp against the wrist and ankle restraints. She was trembling, her whole body racked with shattering tremors.

  Stefan picked up the whip and landed the first stroke against Renee’s backside. She cried out in shock and pain.

  “What are you?”

  “A body,” she sobbed.

  “Why are you here?”

  Crack!

  “To please you!”

  “Tell me again,” he demanded. “Why are you here?”

  “To please you!”

  “And what are you, Renee?”

  Crack!

  “A slave!” she cried.

  I’m your slave!

  Stefan threw down the whip and left Renee slumped against the cold wall, hanging limp in her restraints. She was crying softly behind the blindfold.

  He untied the leather binds and Renee slumped, quivering, to the floor.

  “Now you understand a little better, Renee. From this moment forward your own se
xual pleasure is of no importance. Your ability to deny yourself and to focus only on the pleasure you give your master is the first lesson every slave must learn.”

  Day Three.

  “Submissives must learn that obedience and discipline are essential.”

  She arrived three minutes late. Stefan answered the door, his face dark and forbidding.

  “Get on your knees,” he snapped.

  Renee knelt. Stefan stalked across the room.

  “I… I’m sorry… my car…”

  He held up a finger to silence her. “I don’t care. I don’t care about your excuses. Whatever they are, they are not forgiven. Do you understand? I will not tolerate this behavior.”

  Renee’s face looked stricken.

  “Lower your eyes,” Stefan snapped. “Look down at the floor while I decide what to do with you.”

  Renee obeyed.

  Stefan began to pace.

  “Discipline is everything, Renee. Everything,” he said. “Nothing can take place in a relationship between a master and his submissive unless the submissive is committed completely to her training and to obeying her master.”

  Renee stayed silent.

  “Without discipline, we have no obedience. And without obedience, there is no relationship at all. And then what is the consequence? It’s called marriage – and look at how marriages all around the world are failing. There must be order. There must be one person who commands and one person who follows. Do you understand what I am saying?”

  “Yes…” Renee said slowly.

  Stefan sensed her reluctance. “You do not agree?”

  Renee stayed silent.

  “Speak your mind.”

  She looked up at him. “I don’t agree.”

  “Why?”

  She took a breath. “Isn’t this whole master and slave thing just about sex? Isn’t this about role-playing in the bedroom as a way to spice up a relationship? Surely you can’t compare that to a marriage because marriage is so much more than sex.”

  Stefan looked at her in shock. He shook his head.

  “Surely you are joking, yes?”

  Renee frowned. “No.”

  “And this is what you think?”

  “Yes. It’s what most people think, I imagine.”

  He shook his head again. “You are a young, blonde, attractive fool,” he said. “You are so naïve.”

  Renee looked confused.

  “The master and submissive relationship extends beyond the bedroom, Renee. It is a total relationship. It is a way of life that works for many, many people. And it works because it is the natural order of things. People marry because they have things in common with their partner… but few consider the essence of each person’s personality. Two leaders will not follow each other. Two followers will not go anywhere. There must be a leader and a follower. Take that one step further and you have a dominant person and a submissive person. Take that to its ultimate conclusion and you have a master and a slave. The master’s happiness is the focus of the relationship. And yet the slave is fulfilled and made happy because she is the one who provides and creates that happiness.”

  Renee frowned.

  Did that just actually make sense?

  Stefan watched her. He saw her processing his words.

  “So…. this is not just a sexy kink?”

  “Ha!” Stefan snapped his fingers. “And so you begin to see and understand, I think.”

  Renee bit her lip. “You sound sexist.”

  Stefan blinked. “Not at all.”

  “But not all men are dominant… and not all women submissive.”

  Stefan smiled. “Quite right. And it is equally valid to have a mistress and a slave. It matters not about the gender. It only matters about the suitability of the people to the roles they perform – in, and out of the bedroom.”

  “I don’t understand that. When I came to you two days ago it was…”

  “Because your boyfriend and you broke up. It was because you wanted to win him back by learning the art of being sexually submissive.”

  “Yes.”

  “And I warned you, even then, that if he is not a skilled, or natural master, then the talents you acquire could be wasted.”

  There was a long silence.

  “You remember, yes?”

  “Yes.”

  “But a submissive’s role does not begin and end at the bedroom door. Not in a successful relationship. The submissive’s commitment to her master must be total and absolute. Perhaps that means wearing lingerie that pleases her master. Perhaps it means completing tasks that are arousing without being blatantly sexual. Perhaps it simply means being willing and compliant to her master’s desires, no matter the time or the occasion. Perhaps it means dressing in a certain manner… the list is endless. But the undeniable fact is that a successful master and slave relationship cannot be constrained to the bedroom.”

  “It’s not like that… in the books…” Renee admitted.

  Stefan made a face. “I warned you of that also.”

  Renee took a deep breath and sighed. “I… I was wrong about this,” she admitted. “I didn’t realize the enormity of what you are training me for. I.. I thought you would teach me how to lay still while my boyfriend took his pleasure. I thought that would be my reality.”

  “Is that what your romance books tell you?”

  “No. Not quite. Well, maybe… but in a more romantic flowery way…”

  “Then they are wrong,” Stefan said. “Because being a slave is a powerful, powerful role. It is not just a matter of fancy dress role-playing. It is a position within a relationship that is essential. As I said to you… only a strong, confident woman can submit - and do it successfully.”

  Renee nodded slowly. “I’m beginning to understand.”

  “Good,” Stefan said. “Then perhaps we can commence tonight’s session. It’s about discipline and obedience… and you are not forgiven for arriving late.”

  Renee bowed her head again.

  “Stand up,” Stefan demanded.

  Renee stood.

  “Spread your legs.”

  Renee edged her feet apart, her eyes still downcast.

  Stefan walked around her slowly, admiring the curves and lines of her tanned skin. She was wearing a simple blue sundress.

  “Strip.”

  Without hesitating, Renee eased the straps of her dress off her shoulders. The garment fell in a pool at her feet.

  Stefan sighed his disapproval. “These…. these undergarments that you wear,” he said. “They are not suitable. You come to me in a simple bra and white cotton panties. This is not sexual. It does not please me at all. In future, you will wear lingerie. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Red will be your color. I want you in red corsets, or red bras and panties. No other color. And you will wear the lingerie at all times… even when you are not here training.”

  “I understand.”

  “And the shoes. They are boring. I insist you wear red high-heels from now on when you are in my presence.”

  “Very well.”

  Stefan circled her once again. “Wear your hair out. You have long blonde hair. I want to see it.”

  “Yes.”

  He stepped close to her, their faces just inches apart. Renee felt her heart begin to race and she didn’t know why.

  “You wear too much makeup. Don’t come to me again with all that paint on your face. Lipstick only.”

  “I understand.”

  Stefan stepped back and folded his arms. “Very well. Now, I want you to go to my letterbox and see if there is mail.”

  Renee’s eyes flashed her panic.

  “What?”

  “I’m sure you heard me.”

  “I did… but…” she made a gesture with her arms to draw his attention to the fact that she was only wearing a bra and panties. Stefan’s expression did not change.

  “Now,” he said.

  Renee hesitated and Stefan’s voi
ce became a snarl. “Go to the letterbox now!” he snapped. “And if you hesitate or question me again, when you return, you will find the door locked. Now go!”

  Reluctantly, in a slow daze, Renee opened the front door and stepped out onto the lawn. It was night, but the street was well lit. She scurried in a crouch to the letterbox and back.

  Stefan stood at the door and watched her.

  “Stop,” he said when she was on his front step, still outside the door. “Tell me how you feel.”

  “Embarrassed!” Renee snapped. “Humiliated!”

  He was blocking the doorway. She couldn’t get past him and inside the house.

  “Do it again.”

  “What?”

  Stefan slapped her across her face. It wasn’t a hard blow, but the shock of it stung Renee.

  “Don’t question me,” he warned. “I have told you that before.”

  Renee’s mouth snapped closed.

  “Now, I want you to go to the letterbox again,” Stefan explained patiently. “And this time I want you to do it like a sexy, confident woman who is proud of her body… not like some pathetic child sneaking around as if they have been dared by a friend. You walk with your head held high.”

  Renee gritted her teeth. She turned on her heel and took stilted steps to the letterbox then came back again.

  “Better,” Stefan said. “How do you feel now?”

  “Still humiliated.”

  Stefan sighed. “You are a slow learner,” he said sadly. “You disappoint me, Renee. I told you last night that you must disconnect your mind and your feelings from your body. You remember this, yes?”

  “Yes,” she admitted.

  “Then you must learn to see yourself as you are to me… not as you are to you. To you, you are a woman with friends and family and a job, and people who might notice you. But to me you are a body; an object that is here to serve and please my every desire. That is why you have come to me. So stop being you, and be what I demand you become!”

  Renee felt her anger rising. He was right, and that only fueled her fury.

  “Very well,” she said. She reached impulsively behind her and unfastened her bra. Her breasts fell free. She threw the bra on the doorstep right at Stefan’s feet.