Twenty Tones of Red

by Pauline Montford

  She pressed her face forward, found the edge of the bowl and discovered that it contained milk and lumps of soggy bread. It was typical slave food and she sipped at it eagerly knowing that it would be all she would get. She knew that he found watching her eat on the floor intensely erotic and made sure she consumed the bowl like an animal and let some of the milk dribble around her chin. When she’d finished she looked up like an eager little puppy and he knelt and cleaned it off her with his fingers then made her lick them clean. Next he rolled her hood back down under her chin and took her up the soft carpeted stairs to the bathroom.

  She knew the drill. She would be made to urinate in front of him and it would be her only chance that night. Still in total darkness she found her way onto the toilet and after a short pause managed to pee in front of him. She wasn’t allowed to do anything without instruction and so sat and waited patiently for him to clean her. He did so, gently dabbing her with toilet paper while she kept her arms obediently folded behind her back. It was an important part of the master slave relationship. She wasn’t allowed to do anything for herself and this gave him powerful psychological control.

  He finished the bathroom routine by rolling up her hood, gently wiping her face then opening her mouth to give her teeth a cursory brush. She spat only when commanded and found that she’d slipped deep into subspace. She’d been so long under his command and so dependent on his instructions that she felt although she were looking down on the girl in the bathroom rather than being part of what was happening. It was one of the many highs that she found being submissive could give her.

  Although now dreamy and a little spaced out she was still intrigued to discover how he would end their evening session and when they moved into the bedroom she realised that she was still craving more punishment and humiliation. She knew it could go either way from that moment. If he was feeling kind or lazy he might free her and allow her to snuggle into bed with him but she hoped that he’d continue to torment her.

  He didn’t disappoint. He led her quickly to her side of the bed and she heard the delicious sound of metal touching metal and knew that he’d padlocked her lead to the leg. Without a word he pushed her down onto the rug and laid a couple of thin blankets on top of her. The weight of her bedding was important. Although the house was kept at a good temperature the blankets were only enough to keep her from getting cold. She would never be as warm and snug as he would lying under the thick duvet just a foot above her and this was the point. He left her lying there in silence while he went away and she heard him moving through the house performing the usual night time routines.

  It was quite a long wait. She guessed it was something like thirty or forty minutes later that she heard him in the bathroom and then he came and joined her. She sensed that he was sitting on the bed looking down at her but she didn’t attempt to speak or communicate. She’d been put to bed and was now just an object. Sex objects don’t speak or make casual chat. They wait until they’re required.

  It seemed he had a few more treats in store for her and she was delighted when she heard him get up and move to the chest of drawers where they kept a huge array of fetish gear. Straining her ears she heard a key turning in the lock and her hopes were confirmed. He was getting out some toys and she hoped that they were things that she hadn’t experienced yet. For a while she heard a faint rustling and clinking and anticipation bubbled in her tummy at what he might be doing.

  When he came back to her she felt cold steel at her waist and he carefully positioned what felt like a broad metal band around her middle. She held heard clicks as he locked it into place and was secretly pleased that he was putting her into heavy restraints. There were obviously cuffs built into the belt because the next thing he did was push her wrists to her side and lock them into heavy bracelets. They clicked into place with a solid metallic sound and her arms were left pinned helplessly at her waist.

  The next part was unexpected and even more sensual. His hand touched her and teasingly stroked her pussy. She bucked and thrust towards him, quite shamelessly trying to create delicious pressure against her clit or manoeuvre his fingers inside her but it was not to be. Seeing her craven disobedience he gave her a rapid slap with the palm of his hand and the short flash of pain stilled her. His strong grip went to her hips and he manoeuvred her onto her side. Something was clipped to the back of the big metal belt and then passed down between her buttocks. A warm phallic shape was pressed between her legs and slowly pushed inside her. She let out a long low moan as the shaft moved deeper and filled her with its satisfying girth. When it was in place she felt pressure against her pubic area and a strap was locked to the front of her belt. It was something that she’d hinted about for a long time and now he had finally strapped a rubber dildo inside her.

  His fingers tested the bonds then he enquired whether anything was too tight or causing her discomfort. “No master,” she replied obediently, making her voice as husky and girly as she could. He gave her a kiss then moved up to get into the big warm bed above her. “Good, and remember if you have a problem just use the safe word”.

  She’d just rolled onto her back when the latex penis inside her started to vibrate. Delicious waves of pleasure rose from deep inside her and she felt her breath shorten and quicken. She had opened her mouth and was breathing deeply when she heard him speak again. “I’m going to leave that toy running my love,” he said softly. “But I used cheap batteries so it shouldn’t last much more than half an hour.” She didn’t reply. There was no need to acknowledge his statement and she was already totally focused on the rolling tremors of pleasure that were expanding inside her. She was already incredibly turned on and there was an orgasm rising from somewhere deep in her muscles. She knew she wasn’t meant to cum but wanted to so badly that she flexed her legs and squeezed her muscles to boost the sensations. Visualising her situation helped. She created a picture of how she must look, chained to the bed and hooded, her body naked under the blanket and marked with welts and stripes from her beating. Her nipples were proud and sensitive and just tugging on her wrists not only reminded her how helpless she was but also produced an extra pressure on the phallus that was buried deep inside her. Desire had overcome everything and she ignored her slave’s training and focused as hard as she could on reaching the elusive orgasm that was swelling in her inner core. She couldn’t quite get herself there and at the instant she felt her final stage rising the power began to fade and the motor inside the dildo slowed a fraction.

  The moment was lost. She was hot and wet and sexy as hell but she couldn’t get the release that she’d been trying for. Of course James probably knew this. He wanted her to be tormented right to the very edge and left unsatisfied, this was one of the conditions of her slavery.

  She lay gently twisting and wriggling while the buzzing shaft got slower and slower inside her. After about ten minutes she heard heavy breathing from the bed and knew that James had fallen asleep. There was something erotic about the fact that she was left alone with her torment. He had gone and wouldn’t be paying her any attention until the morning. She now had to suffer an arousal that she couldn’t quench and it was all designed to keep her as desperate and eager as a female slave could be.

  For the next half an hour or so she wriggled and squirmed on the floor while the sex toy slowly faded to nothing. Gradually sleepiness overcame her lust and by lying totally still on her back she managed to forget about the signals coming from her body. The soft warm floor slowly melted away and she drifted into a world of erotic dreams.

  She woke early and listened to the sound of her master moving around in the big house. He was obviously in no hurry to release her and she guessed he’d already used the basement gym and eaten a light breakfast when he came and pulled off her blankets. As she was still hooded she couldn’t see him but she guessed that he was looking down enjoying the sight of her nakedness and bondage. Her lead was unclipped from the bed and he got her to follow him to the bathroom on all fours. It was de
liciously humiliating and the dildo seemed to grow inside her as she crawled. She was suddenly acutely aware of being penetrated and her loins came alive with sensation.

  When the carpet changed to cool tiles she knew she was in the bathroom and it was then that he worked at the front of her metal belt and unlocked the strap that was holding the phallus inside her. Working very slowly and gently he pulled away the belt and the rubber cock then positioned her on the toilet. It was no time for shyness or privacy. She was his plaything. He owned every inch of her and this meant that she was forced to urinate whilst still hooded with her wrists buckled to her sides. When she’d finished he wiped her then led her back into the bedroom. Crawling without the dildo felt strangely dull and she felt secretly ashamed that she was so desperate for pleasure and stimulation that she would’ve gladly accepted to have the toy slipped inside her again.

  He had kept her available for a reason and when they reached the bed he helped her up onto the mattress and left her kneeling in darkness. She was entirely naked except for the thick belt that kept her wrists locked at her sides and the sense of vulnerability was a real turn on. Her body was gently aching for him; a background pulse of lust that had been burning in her core since early the previous evening. The ominous buzz of the Hitachi Magic Wand reached her through the hood then the head of the amazing machine was pressed between her legs. “Count for me again slave.” His voice was close to her ear, gravelly and full of authority. “Give me the numbers and keep talking.

  “Six master.” She said quickly. “Seven now master…seven and a half.” The vibrations were rising quickly through the thousands of nerve ending in her swollen clit. “Eight master,” she murmured breathlessly. “Nine…oh god…” He pulled the machine away and her elusive climax faded. It was so frustrating! She needed him. She was desperate to feel his big hard cock inside her and the raw and urgent nature of her lust was driving her crazy.

  Luckily the same thought was on his mind and in a few gentle manoeuvres he positioned her over his legs. The tip of his cock touched her outer lips and she gasped. Oh yes fuck me. Fuck me as hard and as fast as you can. Now that she knew where he was she became shamelessly unstoppable; wriggling until she could feel the tip of him then sliding his full length inside her. A moan escaped her lips. It was absolutely divine. She couldn’t stop pumping herself up and down to feel him moving in and out of her. Words tumbled from her panting mouth and she was unable to filter or censor them. Lust had possessed every inch of her being. “Oh thank you sir. Thank you. Thank you for fucking me. Please fuck me. Please fuck me.”

  Before she knew it she came in a series of rolling multiple orgasms so loud and so complete that she almost lost track of who and where she was. One climax blended into another and then after a long series of loud moans his voice joined hers and she felt him cum in a violent spasm that lifted her from the mattress. She floated in a sensual heaven until her body slowly contracted then James released her, pulled her under the covers and the two of them drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. She couldn’t have been more deeply content and satisfied. Being teased had been worth it; the final release so spectacular that she sank into a blissful mid-morning doze and woke up feeling full of vitality and a profound love of life.

  Chapter Fourteen

  A Permanent Marker

  They had reached a stage of deep contentment. Yes at the back of her mind she knew that she’d like to get married and have children but she also knew that she had a good nine or ten years before that would start becoming difficult and she was in no hurry. They were both healthy, they had a good social life and the hours spent locked inside the big house playing their kinky games left them deeply and totally fulfilled. Or so she thought. Almost a full year had passed since she had moved in with James when he started to drop hints about forcing her into making a permanent commitment. At first she thought he was talking about their relationship as a whole but with a twinkle in his eye he shook his head. He was talking about her commitment to him as a slave and explained that he wanted her to go through some kind of ceremony. She was intrigued and they agreed that after dinner the following Friday night he would make his proposition and she would be invited to make a choice.

  When the date came round they enjoyed a wonderful dinner at their local restaurant then repaired to a nearby pub for a quiet drink. As he sipped his lime and soda he looked deep into her eyes and quite sincerely and candidly declared his love for her. “Yes my dear. I feel too old to try to hide it or to play games. I love you and I’m happy to declare it to the world.” He glanced around the dimly lit room “I love you with all my heart and soul.” He said it so easily and so bravely that she was deeply touched. She was warm and tipsy from wine and brandy but he was still sober and she had always liked the way he just came out and said these things. What was even better was that he didn’t turn away or get distracted. He kept looking at her then increased their connection by reaching out and holding her hand. “I want you to make a big commitment to being my slave though.”

  She shrugged, a little confused. “But I’m already your slave. I’m totally devoted to you.

  “I know, but I want more. When we get home I’m going to ask you to wear something and I want you to think very seriously about what you say. Believe me I have no problem at all if you refuse. If you agree though…well then I’ll be over the moon.”

  For some reason she felt nervous. He didn’t normally make such a fuss about their games and she sensed that he was going to ask her to do something quite serious. But how could she refuse? If he was going to make her life as a slave more permanent and extreme then she would probably agree. It was still all that she dreamt about.

  With an intriguing mixture of thoughts swimming around in her head she nodded and when they’d finished their drinks he led her solemnly outside. Her heart was beating fast as they moved down the darkened street and as they approached the railway bridge he put a protective arm around her shoulder. She felt safe with him, safer than she ever had with anyone before. He was so quick-witted and street smart that she always felt at ease. His fast dark eyes read everything that was happening around them and he moved with a confident kind of swagger that meant most trouble makers kept out of his way.

  They remained silent the whole journey to the house. When he’d opened the gate and they were making their way up the path he squeezed her shoulder; a small gesture that meant a great deal. Below his strict tough exterior he was thinking about her. He knew when she was anxious and when she felt vulnerable and he was always there for her.

  After giving her a command to strip and fetch some drinks and he went off to wait in the drawing room and she was left alone. She made him a tea and poured herself a small Amaretto with ice then came and knelt at his feet. He was playing a selection of their favourite arias on the stereo and the big fire was flickering warmly behind him. On the table she could see a small flat package that looked like it might contain an assortment of chocolates or a piece of expensive jewellery.

  When they’d sat silently for a little while he took her tumbler of liquor and placed it on the side table. He put a hand on each of her shoulders and applied a gentle pressure to indicate that he wanted her to turn and face him. She did so and found herself in one of her favourite positions. She was kneeling naked on the floor between his open legs and the fact that he was clothed and she was not and that her mouth was close to his crotch gave her an erotic thrill.

  In slow sensual movements he pushed her long red hair away from her cheeks and stroked the line of her jaw. “What I’m going to show you is very permanent. That means that it’s very strong and the lock has no key. When you see it I want you to take a few minutes to decide if you will wear it for me.” She nodded in agreement and he opened the box and peeled back a layer of black tissue paper. Sitting in a surround of dark velvet was a circle of tubular metal. He lowered it towards her, indicating that she should take it and she gently tugged the item out of its bedding. It was a thick necklace
or, more specifically, a subtle collar. The surface was silver-plated and she could see an inscription on the inside. The tiny delicate engraving read; Slave S, property of Master James.

  She was about to lift it to her neck and click the two hinged halves together when he reminded her about the fastening. “It’s a permanent lock Siobhan. Once it’s closed there’s no way of removing it without cutting off the whole piece.” She nodded solemnly; her mouth dry and her heart beating fast in her chest. Her loins were telling her to snap the collar on straight away but her head was warning her off. The more logical part of her mind was telling her how difficult it would be to hide such an item from work her colleagues or parents. She stared at it in silence, remembering with relief that he’d given her ten minutes to decide.

  Her hands seemed to find the item strangely irresistible and she started to rub the mirror-polished surface. It was a beautiful thing and could, at a glance, pass as an elegant silver choker. For a night at the opera or an evening in a fancy restaurant it would be ideal. She could dress it up with silver diamante earrings and a classy black dress and it would look stunning against her pale skin and freckles. The problem was going to be with people she knew well. What would happen when she was wearing it day after day and they examined it and discovered that it couldn’t be removed? They’d realise that, beautiful and delicate though it was, it was effectively a collar. But so what? It was about time some of her best friends knew about her kinky side. She wasn’t ashamed, just private. Maybe it was time to come out of the closet and admit that she was turned on by the idea of being submissive. Of course it was. That was what gays and lesbians had to do when they came out. They told the world what their sexual preferences were and by doing so hoped that people would accept them. She wanted to be accepted for who she was too. Nobody need know the details of what she did but admitting to being James’s slave as well as his lover was no embarrassment to her. In fact she was proud of it.