Twenty Tones of Red

by Pauline Montford

  The last words were ringing in her head when she lifted the thick necklace and offered it to him. “Please put it on me master,” she said, a surge of pride and joy rose in her chest, “I’m proud to wear it for you.” He nodded and slipped it around her neck and clicked it closed.

  She reached up and explored it with her fingers. It fitted snugly around her throat but with just enough room to slip a finger inside. When she did she could feel two tiny hairline cracks; one where it was hinged and another where it locked at the back. She guessed that to the unknowing these micro thin lines would be invisible. To all the world she was wearing a tight silver band around her neck. Nobody would be able to see the inscription on the inside. That was entirely for the benefit of her and James and there was something intensely romantic and bonding about the notion. “May I go and look in the mirror please master?” she asked.

  He nodded. “Yes of course. Take as long as you like.” She ran to use the big full-length mirror in the hallway and he sat back and lifted his mug of tea. She paused momentarily in the doorway with both hands still holding the new silver band and they caught each other’s eye. They smiled fleetingly and then, with a strange kind of merry excitement dancing in her chest, she ran naked down the hall to inspect her new self.

  Perhaps it was the excitement of seeing her locked into his own permanent collar but James didn’t seem to be able to keep his hands off her. That night and most of the next morning they spent making love slowly and tenderly and she became more and more proud of her decision. At lunchtime on the Saturday she hinted that she hadn’t been tied up or punished for a little while and he promised her some ‘serious treatment’ that night.

  When evening came she put her hair up and slipped into an elegant blue silk kimono dress with no underwear and a pair of stay up stockings. He seemed to appreciate the effort and complimented her then gently stroked and fondled her all through dinner. When they’d cleared up he led her upstairs and made her kneel at the foot of the bed with her head bowed while he lit a row of scented candles and got out several loops of hemp rope. He was obviously feeling generous because he’d also bought up a half bottle of champagne that was clearly just for her.

  When he was happy with his preparations he moved behind her, slipped his arms tight around her waist and started to kiss and nuzzle at her neck. Her skin came alive with sensation and her heart started beating fast in her chest but she remained limp and passive to his touch. In her role as a slave she was not meant to respond and had to continually force herself to stay submissive and pliant. While he nibbled at her ear lobes his hands squeezed and fondled her breasts. The sensations were divine and some part of her felt that if he hadn’t been holding her so firmly she would’ve swooned and melted onto the bed. As it was he kept a tight grip on her while he unhooked her only garment and let it drop to the floor. Now naked apart from her stockings and high heels he laid her on the bed then positioned her into an X shape and commanded her to stay still. She did as she was told and seconds later he returned with a blindfold and locked her into a world of darkness.

  There was a soft rustling near her ears then she felt the embrace of cords on her wrists. Her arms were stretched wide apart and tied off then he set to work on her ankles. He pulled firmly and expertly until her legs were as wide as they would go then secured them to the frame. As usual she wriggled, as much to excite herself as to test the bonds, but she was tightly held and totally helpless. There was already a heat burning in her core and she was sure that if he was to touch her he’d find that she was wet and eager for him. He didn’t use his hands though. The first thing he did was move to her side and press his lips to hers. They kissed for a long time and it reminded her of the long hot snogging she’d done as a teenager; mouths locked together and tongues probing feverishly.

  She had almost lost track of time when he pulled himself away and started to move down her body. He kissed her throat and the tender skin around her collar bone then ran his fingers between her breasts and brushed back the hair at her temples. “Do you know why I love you?” he asked softly. “So many reasons. Not just because you’re beautiful and clever. Not just for your personality and your wit and all the things inside but also for your body…and every part of you.” He paused to kiss her neck; planting his lips under her chin so tenderly and delicately that she shivered. “And I love that you’re a red-head too. For me your hair and the spark in your eyes are both signs of the passion burning below; flashes of flame from the volcano.” He stroked her neck down to the collar bone. “And do you know how many different shades you are? There’s the copper glint of your famous hair for one. Then there’s a slightly darker colour of your beautifully expressive eyebrows. Then the brown of the little freckles on your nose and cheeks…and of course your lips themselves,” He put a finger in her mouth and she immediately started sucking it. “So sexy with lipstick on in the evening but just as beautiful left to their natural ripe redness.” He withdrew his finger and gave her a long kiss on the mouth to prove his point. When he pulled himself away he reached up and grabbed her tongue. He held it quite tightly and she was left dribbling. The sensations were entirely new and there was something wildly degrading about losing control of one’s speaking functions. He enjoyed watching the saliva dripping back into her mouth for a moment then continued. “One of my favourite reds is the shade of your tongue. A part of you now devoted to serving me and providing my pleasure.” He let her go. “Then of course there’s the hair that tries to poke out here in your armpits.” He pressed his lips under her arms and the tickle of his five o’clock shadow made her gasp. “But there’s so much more,” he slid his mouth around the curve of her breast. “There’s even different colours on your nipples. You’ve probably never noticed that.” He took her in his mouth and started to suck. When she’d grown and hardened in his mouth he gently nibbled her; expertly keeping the bite somewhere between pain and pleasure.

  She felt perhaps it was time to acknowledge him speaking and murmured the words “Yes master,” The phrase had just left her mouth when he released her tender bud and moved quickly down her body.

  “Of course there’s your skin itself, perhaps too pale to be called red but definitely a dark shade of pink. Here in your belly button there’s another colour, just a shade darker, and the perfect place to lick.” He thrust his tongue into her navel and she shuddered and pulled against her bonds. In the haze of champagne and passion if felt as though there was a hot muscle piercing her at the very core and pinning her to the mattress.

  When he took his mouth away she was relieved that she could breathe easily again. The next thing she knew he’d moved lower and was running the tip of his tongue along the top of her bikini line then down the smooth curve of her mound. “Then there’s your pubic hair itself - not that we see much of it these days of course, you’re very good about that. But when it does appear I’d say it was a shade darker than the fluff under your arms.” As he spoke he moved his head closer to her crotch and deliberately allowed the heat of his breath to blow against her. A shiver moved up her spine and she quivered with anticipation.

  He continued, keeping his face close between her legs and making certain that every utterance sent subtle waves of hot air against her. “Down here there’s another three tones of colour. You probably didn’t know that either.” He reached up and gently traced a path around her outer lips. “These bigger petals are dark brown and quite different from these.” As he spoke he moved his finger down and touched her most intimate folds. She shuddered and let out a gasp, knowing that she was leaving him wet with her shameless oozing excitement.

  He very gently and slowly pushed a little deeper then spoke again. “Here in your most tucked away place there’s another shade altogether, almost a coral pink like some of your trendy lipsticks.” He gently circled his finger inside her then, much to her disappointment, pulled himself away.

  There was only the briefest of moments when they lost contact then the electric connection was reignit
ed and the tip of his finger traced a line down her perineum then circled the hole between her buttocks. “Then hidden away in here is the dark reddish tone of your bum. We haven’t explored this very much but I think as it belongs to me I should be using this a little more.” She was secretly thrilled by the idea and the fact that she was helplessly pinned out on the bed made just the faintest caress superbly ticklish and erotic.

  His hand started to trail down her inner thigh and she felt her own wetness streaking her skin. He stopped about half way down and addressed her again “Of course there’s the skin around your knees. This is probably the darkest part of your body.” There was humour in his voice as he spoke “But then everybody’s knee skin is a bit odd when you really look at it. Yours is tough and wrinkly like an elephant’s.” She smiled and he ran his fingers down the arch of her calf. “Although they’re beautifully smooth I think if you were to let the fine hairs grow here around your shins I think it would be a different shade of copper altogether.” His hand moved down and clenched the end of her feet. “And of course you probably haven’t noticed but there’s a very pale flower petal pink between your toes.” His finger and thumb clasped her big toe then he popped it in his mouth and started to suck it. The sensation was delicious but he soon stopped and pulled his mouth away. “Then there’s the skin under your nails here, another subtle pink that I can’t even think of a way of describing.” The bed creaked and the mattress sunk as he crawled back up to her head, his lips kissing around her ears and neck once more. “You know how many that it is? How many different browns and coppers and reds?”

  “No master.”

  “Well, there was a time when I couldn’t sleep last night so I decided to count them. That’s nineteen different colours.” She smiled but said nothing and he continued. “But I think I’ve missed one because there’s kind of blush which only appears in certain situations…”

  The smack came out of nowhere. A violent stab flick of pain moved across her breasts as if he’d just struck them with a riding crop. With a burning track still stinging there his finger traced a line across her tender globes. “Here it is coming up now. The blush of your skin when beaten is exactly the same as the flush on your cheeks when you’re happy and the glow that spreads across your throat when you’re coming.” There was a pause then another flick of pain as he struck her breasts again. “That’s twenty my darling. I make that twenty tones of red.”

  His words echoed in her head while he continued to strike her. It was not a punishment beating. The blows were light and as he moved from her breasts and down to her inner thighs they became even softer. He struck with just enough force to raise the blood and the sensation was closer to arousal than pain. When he’d finished the skin on her breasts and in the tender places between her legs was burning and her pussy was pulsing with a heat that she could barely contain.

  They rested for a while and he gave her little sips of champagne. Mostly he poured carefully into her waiting mouth and occasionally he held some of the icy liquid in his cheeks and let it trickle into her when they kissed.

  When she was refreshed he initiated a new kind of torment and set to work with the Magic Wand. The air seemed to be trapped inside her as he pressed the deliciously buzzing head against her soles of her feet then moved it slowly and tantalisingly up her legs. She couldn’t help but wriggle and pull on her bonds. To indulge her he slipped the machine up to her crotch and let it rest there. The movements and tremors were so intense that she considered begging him to fuck her but she knew she’d be ignored.

  Instead the teasing intensified. Working in very soft and gradual movements he lifted the throbbing machine until the edge of its vibrating head was touching the cleft of her sex and just millimetres from the tender bud of her clit. The vibrations moved inside her in delicious waves and almost without warning she felt her first orgasm rising. “Please master may I come?” She begged.

  He kept the head of the wand held firmly between her lips and against the tip of her clitoris. “Yes you may.”

  Her own pants and moans turned into a scream and then she was almost bucking off the bed with loud orgasmic pleasure. He carefully monitored her reaction, holding the amazing device against her until she was well over the crest of her pleasure then pulling it away and allowing her blissful rest and peace.

  He moved up the bed to kiss her and she eagerly pressed her tongue in his mouth while enjoying the warm glow that was spreading through her relaxed muscles. Their kissing quickly became more passionate, his hands found her breasts then she felt him move between her legs. In a sudden thrust he pushed himself inside her. She was hot and soaking and totally ready for him. Moving slowly at first he built towards his own climax, pushing deeper and harder and then in the final stages grasping the big vibrator again and holding it against her. The sensation was almost too much to bear but she was being forced to accept it. She started screaming again and then they were both lost in their own pulsing ecstasy.

  He untied her legs and arms then flipped the cover over her. The last thing he did was slip off her blindfold before pulling her into a strong embrace. She felt her weakened body almost melt into his. They were hot, sticky and sweaty but intensely happy and gloriously in love. Her heart blossomed with joy and as she slipped into sleep she made a note to remember the moment as one of the most profoundly content and fulfilled of her whole life.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Forever

  Her slavery was complete. James announced it while she sat at his feet in the drawing room and he reviewed their life together. As he spoke she couldn’t help being impressed at how dramatic their progress had been. Because their kinky play had developed bit by bit she’d never taken the time to step back and look at what they’d actually achieved but he was in a reflective mood and he gave her performance a glowing report.

  He started by complementing her body and she realised she could never tire of hearing his praise. Reaching out to softly stroke her he talked about how he adored her long slender legs and gym-hardened muscles. He got her to kneel up then ran his hand over her tummy and the tight high curves of her buttocks. His fingers went to her breasts then up to her throat and rested on the silver collar that denoted his ownership. He told her how he loved the tone of her skin, her freckles and the way the blood rose so quickly to her throat and between her breasts. She sat basking in both his words and the heat from the flickering fire and he went on to applaud her abilities as a slave.

  Firstly, he reminded her of how good she was at snapping into one of her five submissive positions. It was true. The behavioural training that he’d built up hour by hour and day by day meant that she would move into any of the poses instantly and without thought. He only had to point to the corner and say the phrase ‘naughty girl’ and she would drop to her knees and put her hands behind her head. She now reacted so instantly that she was sure that if he gave any of the commands in public she would find it difficult not to respond.

  He went on to applaud her ability to endure hardship and control her reactions. He recognised that even more demanding than the muscle tone required for the slave postures was her ability to restrain her sexual climax. He had trained her so that he could bring her right to the very edge without allowing her to tip over. She allowed herself to be teased this way knowing that the eventual release when she was given permission was incredibly satisfying and intense.

  As he described the different aspects of their sexual life together it was obvious that he was becoming increasingly aroused. His language got more graphic and he started to focus on some of the more sexual and intimate duties that she was required to provide. He started by talking about her ‘oral devotion’. This was at the very heart of how she met his sexual needs and she was now so well conditioned that with a single word or gesture she would fall to her knees and worship first his feet and then his cock. She would now frequently spend the length of an entire television programme with some part of him held gently in her mouth while he sat back and r
elaxed. To others it might have appeared demeaning but he still loved it. She’d never been much of a fan of soap operas or reality shows and found that serving her partner physically was far more pleasurable and satisfying.

  He was now so turned on that his he lost track of his summary and decided that he needed some of her attention. With a short command he got her to turn and press her face to his crotch. He pulled down his trousers and underwear then commanded her to take him in her mouth. She quickly obeyed, keen to feel the heat of his pulsing flesh against her tongue. Once she had enveloped him he left her in the worship position. This meant her taking as much of him as she could in her mouth then holding herself perfectly still. Staying motionless was the challenge. Her aim was to cradle his erection in the warmth and wet of her mouth but not to start pleasuring him. This meant that eventually her own saliva would start to dribble out of her mouth but that was the point. She wasn’t allowed to swallow or move her tongue. It was all about control and he would sometimes leave her in this position for as long as ten or fifteen minutes. It served many deeply erotic psychological purposes. It made her feel like an object of servitude that could be switched on and off and she loved the way it de-humanised her. She had to wait like a machine until his next command and this took enormous amounts of self-discipline and control.

  This was how he left her while he continued with his overview of her life as a slave. With his cock filling her mouth and pressing almost into her throat she knelt and listened. He continued by confessing how arousing it was to have her pleasuring him and swallowing every drop of his ejaculations. He described how deeply satisfying it was to feel her dutifully sucking him and licking him clean after his climax and it was clear that he got a very genuine sense of joy from her devotions. He was now so turned on that his sentences had become short and disjointed and his voice even softer and huskier.