by Tessa Wanton
As He stopped, she took time to breathe deeply, to try and concentrate on anything but her sore nipples, and then she heard a clicking noise, she whimpered in fear. What could that be? The fear of pain terrifying her now, until she realized what it was - He was taking pictures of her. Bound. Gagged. Exposed. Fearful. Deep in submission.
Truly exhausted now, she continued to whimper and thoughts scrambled chaotically in the recesses of her mind, then Tessa lost control of her task. Almost as if in slow motion, her gag slipped from between her teeth. She desperately tried to catch it with her lips, but to no avail. She heard it drop to the floor with a small thud. Tears welled up from behind her blindfold, her lips trembled with a vast effort to conceal from her Master that she had failed her test. That she was stronger than this, but in the pit of her stomach she had tumbled from that place of peace to utter dejection, tumbled as quickly as her test had tumbled from her mouth. Small sobs started to form in her throat, she tried to push them down, to focus on being strong, but all that ran through her head was her failure. She had failed her Master. Tessa flinched as she felt her Master’s hand on her, cupping her left cheek, stroking her with His thumb.
“Now that was unfortunate,” she heard Him state. “I will give you one more chance, and I suggest you do not fail this time,” and with that, He pressed His lips to hers and kissed her so tenderly she thought that He could read her mind and feel what she was feeling. Her stomach flipped over with the intensity of the kiss, and she knew this time she would not fail Him. Whatever happened she would not let Him down.
He pushed the gag back into her mouth and she was left shaking, licking her emotional wounds, biting down so hard on the gag that she thought she felt it squash a little. He left her for quite some time. Without her eyes she had no idea how long she had been left for – whatever He was doing, He was carrying it out so quietly that only the odd rustle belied that there was movement occurring.
Suddenly without warning, Tessa felt her Master pressing His naked body to hers. She gasped as she felt His torso rubbing her tortured nipples, His breath on her chest and neck, His light kisses peppering her shoulders, cheeks and lips, His hands running all over her body and unmistakably, she could feel His excitement pressed hard against her slick, inner thighs.He moved His body over hers, His erection bumped her swollen lips, her moans gurgling deep in her throat as she clenched her teeth tightly on her gag. She couldn’t tell if the pain of her nipples or the pleasure of His caress was more torturous for her task, what she did know, was that her mind was slipping back to deep submission again. Time had no meaning anymore; all that existed was her Master.
Tessa felt the familiar cold metal of the scissors gliding up her arms once more, her left arm first, and then suddenly a tug as her left wrist was cut free. He carefully took the weight of her arm in His, cradling it to Him as He repeated the maneuver with the right arm. He then wrapped His arms around her waist and started to pull her forward. She felt panic rising as her Master took her weight in His arms. Tessa was not a small girl - she had curves she used to devastating effect, but images of being dropped flashed through her mind, her still bound ankles struggling to get into a comfortable position as she was gently lowered to all fours. With relief, she adjusted her position on the floor, it was not comfortable as her legs were still spread wide, movement of her lower half was not going to be an option.
Once more she felt her gag removed, only this time she felt His hand grasp her hair tightly, pulling her head back, her mouth opening slightly as her throat was stretched. Tessa waited for her gag to be replaced but instead His swollen cock was pushed between her lips. She sucked and licked eagerly, trying so hard to please her Master, to make up for her earlier failure. She knew that He loved her taking Him deep in her throat, so she resolved to attempt this again. Her mouth and jaw were aching considerably after the test, and without her eyes she was scared she would gag again, but she would do anything to please Him. Anything.
Taking a deep breath, Tessa worked His erection deep into her mouth, taking a little more each time. She moaned as she tasted His pre-cum coating her tongue, she tingled at the knowledge that she was pleasing Him. Her aching jaw hurt her now, but she would continue she would milk her Master until He filled her stomach with His gift. He wrapped His hand in her hair again, much tighter, and started to fuck her throat. She was no longer in control of the pace of her pleasuring, but had to concentrate hard to allow Him into her throat. Yet again she started to whimper with frustration as her body failed her, her arms started to shake under the pressure of supporting her exhausted body, and each time He hit the back of her throat she gagged, her body contorting, trying desperately not to throw up. But she endured her discomfort for Him.
It was not long before He climaxed, His seed flowing down her throat, His submissive girl gratefully swallowing every drop, licking Him clean, her head finally drooping forward as she fell to her elbows.
A mixture of emotions flooded through her as her Master finally cut her ankles free. He wrapped His arms tenderly around her once more to position her, twisting her body around until she was sitting on the floor, then pushing her on to her back. He placed her arms either side of her head and pulled her knees apart so that she was exposed to Him once more, all of her body was His to use as He pleased. Then she felt her Master asserting His ownership over her. She felt His foot pressed first onto her pelvic bone, then on her chest, and finally, lingering, and the hardest pressure of all, on her neck. And as He stood there, His foot on her windpipe Tessa heard quietly spoken words float to her ears, “Mine... all mine.”
Chapter 4
Tessa lay still beneath Him trying to calm her breathing, the words had shot through her, electrifying her senses, she had never thought that being owned in such a way would make her so deliriously happy, but it did. So much for female emancipation she thought. This was her choice to give herself to her Master, she may be completely helpless, but she had decided that this is what she wanted. And it was the best decision of her life. She felt Him remove His foot from her body, and heard quiet footsteps as He moved around her. His body heat suddenly moved close to her naked skin, and then His erection pushed urgently between her lips. He had straddled her head, and was on all fours over her, slowly thrusting into her throat. Tessa was worried that she was going to gag again, but for some reason, this angle seemed better for her, she concentrated and tuned in to her Master’s body, allowing Him as deep into her throat as she could.
Her concentration wavered as she felt Him lower Himself closer to her, the proximity of His body to hers making her tingle with need, and then a slow lick tantalized her clitoris. Her Masters’ cock muffled Tessa’s moans as He continued to work it down her throat, and then she felt her rabbit vibrator slowly slide into her swollen sex.
Again, her muffled moans struggled to escape, her mind somersaulting with the joint pleasure of being used and filled by her Master. Her need to please Him so deep that the effort to concentrate on keeping her throat open and not gagging was absolute torture when combined with the skilled sensations of her Master’s hands and rhythmic stroking with her toy.
It was not long before another shuddering orgasm exploded through her body and as she cried out with pleasure, she felt Him push further down her throat, unable to resist she swallowed Him, struggling to breathe.
Just when she thought she was going to pass out, He allowed her to breathe again. Exhausted, she continued to suck and lick and tease Him with her mouth, all of her practiced techniques employed to make Him happy, and even as she continued to pleasure Him, He continued to fuck her with her toy. She sensed that He wasn’t going to be content without forcing at least a few more orgasms from her fatigued body. Her mind started to float as her lips and tongue worked away instinctively at the hard member in her mouth, occasionally savoring the salty tang of His excitement leaking down her throat. Her sensitive nipples brushed against His firm torso, increasing the ripples of pleasure coursing through her, and within a
short time, His incessant fucking brought her to another climax. Her body convulsed with pleasure, her moans weaker this time, her mind and body given over to pure lust and instinct.
She must keep sucking; she must receive Him; she must keep Him hard; she must please Him. She chanted the mantra over and over in her consciousness as He continued to work her soaked flower, her body continuing to make His desires possible, she could only imagine what her glistening thighs must look like to Him. As that thought entered her head, she felt her juices run between her bottom cheeks, was she to be shamed to leave a puddle on the floor? With that thought just clinging to the edge of her consciousness, she came again, feeling the warmth of the pinnacle starting so deep within her that she felt it slowly creep throughout her whole body and tingling to her fingertips before the ultimate release followed crashing through like a wave on the shore.
Tessa began to lose track of time and sensation, almost all feeling, as her Master forced two, maybe three more orgasms from her. She lost count of how many times her body was forced to pleasure. Her whole body was tingling and sensitive, and eventually, He pushed the vibrator deep inside her, flicked on the vibrate setting and climbed from on top of her. She lay there, unable to move, but involuntarily twitching at feeling the little bunny vibrator ‘ears’ almost painful on her now engorged clit. She felt as if in she was in a bubble, present in body but her mind was not quite there. So deep within her subspace, peaceful, contented, free...
She felt such a deep connection to this man, the man who she had only recently met, who knew just how to touch her to drive her wild, how to use her but make her feel desirable, how to send her mind into the most peaceful place she had ever been. Her thoughts had always been the bane of her life, always whizzing through her consciousness, even before she tried to sleep she had to try and halt her incessant thoughts, but now? Nothing. Just pleasure and peace.
She never wanted to leave this place, a dreamy smile formed on her lips, she felt safe, free; and then her toy was quickly pulled from her and she felt her legs roughly pulled together and upwards, dragging her upper body slightly along the floor. She felt His head between her ankles, and then her hips were pulled up onto His lap.
She heard her Master’s voice, quietly explaining, “And this, Tessa, is how I will take your ass whilst looking deep into your eyes. When you are ready, you will be begging me for this.” He lowered her hips back to the floor and forcefully entered her. She gasped loudly at the feel of Him deep inside her, pressed against her as He firmly held her legs together and tightly to Him. She had very little room to wriggle as He fucked her hard and fast, yet another orgasm building within her – she was shocked at the capacity of her body to keep rising to the bliss that was inflicted on her, but she was sure that if this was to last for days, she would be beyond ecstasy.
Blissfully, suddenly, her Master filled her. She came again at the feeling of His seed filling her deeply, once again, claiming ownership of her body. Her mind was always His, from that first message - Hello Tessa.
She panted as her lungs burned from her physical endeavors, and then she felt her Master lying across her upper body, such a comforting feeling, the weight of Him heavy on her shattered body. She felt His hands move to her blindfold, stroking her cheek as they moved to remove it, and then her eyes met His. His sparkling hazel eyes calmly drank in her expression of peace. Tessa’s eyes felt heavy lidded after her experience, and now, with this embrace, it felt as though she didn’t have a care in the world. He didn’t take His eyes off her even once His hands gently stroked her naked flesh, almost lovingly. Occasionally, He would lean to kiss her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, her lips, and would murmur, “Such a good girl,” Stroking her hair, He pulled her closer to Him, cradling her head to His chest so tenderly her heart skipped a beat.
As they lay there, He reached to one side and picked up His camera. From the place her mind was, she watched His actions with a completely detached fascination. Had He taken pictures of her? Now she knew for sure that He had and she was about to see what she looked like through His eyes. As He flicked through the snap shots, her eyes drifted over image after image of her face deep in submission. She thought she almost recognized herself but she looked so different too, expressions on her face so dissimilar to anything she had ever seen before. Pictures of her nipples, extended larger and further than she had thought was possible with thin ribbon bound tightly around them, and countless pictures of her pleasuring Him with her mouth. Tessa stared at them uncomprehending; she was beautiful. She looked up at her Master as He smiled at her, stroking her hair softly, until she finally closed her eyes and curled up in His arms, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
Part 3 – Enticing Master
Chapter 1
Did she feel love? Lust? Control? Freedom? Tessa had no idea, but what she did know, was this man - her Master - was the center of her world. She had thought throughout her life that something had been missing. Feelings, emotions, a release perhaps, and after lying there in His arms at their last scene, she knew. She knew that she needed to let go, to submit, and although she had submitted to this man to an extent, there was another level to attain and at their next meeting she would offer the previously unthinkable.
For their next liaison, Master had informed her that she must prepare a dance to entice Him. No ordinary dance, a dance that should stir Him, to show Him how she flirted and enticed other men in bars and nightclubs, how she had men falling at her feet over the years, and she was to choose the music. This was the hardest task of all for her. Music meant so much to Tessa, often she would listen to a particular song or tune, and she would close her eyes and let her mind soar away on the fluid lines. A hard task, but also meaningful, and He knew that. She mused for days on the topic and settled on six songs. Sexy, slow tunes that often aroused her just listening to them and she laughed to herself when she realized that those songs she had chosen were strangely word appropriate. She shuffled them into a play list and copied them to her phone.
As she drove to their abandoned office block, she flicked the songs onto her phone to listen through and to envisage how she would dance, what movements to make. The first tune was Hunter by Portishead. As the beats filled her body she pulled her car into the hidden parking space next to His car. She looked up nervously. She was really too early, would He still be in His car? To her relief, He wasn’t, He was already inside, preparing for her. The second tune scrolled around, Paradise Circus by Massive Attack. She purred quietly to herself, the music inflaming her senses as she anxiously checked her watch. This wouldn’t do, she really was very early. thirty minutes, to be precise. She quickly tapped a text message Master, I am unexpectedly early, may I use the extra time to prepare? As she pressed send, the third tune started, Uninvited by Alanis Morisette. Tessa closed her eyes and dropped her head back onto her drivers’ seat head rest, the yearning dissonances tugging her very core as she sat there waiting, her heart thudding with fear and excitement. She knew she could dance fairly well, swaying her hips, fluttering her eyelashes, but her Master always made her feel so childish and gawky. He never said or did anything to make her feel that way, but she felt it nevertheless. She flipped through the final three, Lovely Head by Goldfrapp, Isobel by Björk and Girl, You’ll be a Woman Soon by Urge Overkill, and mentally recited the order of all six songs so she could tell how long she had left to dance and to kneel before Him. ‘Just in time’ she thought as her Master’s reply flashed onto her mobile screen Your dressing room is ready, go up the stairs, follow the building around to the left and you will see your room marked. And with that, she grabbed her bags and headed into the building.
Her room was marked as He had described, and with shaking hands Tessa pushed the door to the room open. It was the other half of the room they had met in last time. Behind the partitioned section, she was alone, but she could hear Him in the next room, so it was patent that He would hear her too. Her heart rate shot up to dizzying heights as she tried desperately to calm
herself. Why was this task so terrifying to her? She had no idea, but the clock was ticking. There was no time to dally as she tore off her day clothes and slipped into some black and red lace topped sheer thigh high stockings. She kept her black lacy underwear on, but struggling into her steel boned green satin waist corset was extremely testing. Her thudding heart was making her breathless and this combined with the restriction on her lungs did not help one bit. Next was a sheer animal print chemise, and then she zipped herself into her leopard print cocktail pencil dress. To complete her look, she buckled herself into some five and a half inch bronze platform sandals. Tessa loved heels, the higher the better, they made her feel insanely sexy, the way the high heel altered her posture, elevating her ass and adding more of a swing to her hips as she walked. She stood there taking deep breaths and moved to the partition where He had written a sign. Your stage, Tessa. She bit her lip and waited for an indication from Him.
When His voice, softly but firmly, drifted through from the other room, “Come through when you are ready. “Tessa pushed the partition open and locked eyes with Him. He was seated in the corner, one leg nonchalantly crossed over the other, resting His chin lightly on the back of His left hand, His gaze leveled unwaveringly on her. She clutched her phone ready on the play list screen and slowly walked, swaying her hips for all she was worth. She handed the phone to Him and turned away walking back up the room waiting for Him to press play; the music started. Closing her eyes she felt the music wash over her and her body started to move involuntarily to the tempo. Running her hands over her silhouette, she slowly pulled up the edge of her dress, just enough to show that she was wearing stockings, and then she looked back over her shoulder to flash her eyes. He was looking directly at her, in the same position, as before, having not moved an inch and His face was expressionless. This unnerved her considerably as usually at this stage when she was out on the town, lesser actions than this would produce lust so intense it would be impossible to hide. She turned on the ball of her right foot and moved closer to Him, unzipping her dress and letting it drop to the floor as she walked, finally kicking it out of the way. She locked eyes with Him as she pulled off her chemise and then spun around again flinging it in the air as she bent over from the waist and ran her hands down her right leg, quickly looking back over her right shoulder and offering a seductive smile. Again, He was expressionless.
