Yes, Master

by Margaret McHeyzer

  My toys don’t ask, they wait for my command. ~ S

  No no no, please let me come, silently I chant over and over. I’ve gripped my cock and I’m pulsating my fingers around the thickness wishing to get the go ahead, but Master’s reply doesn’t come.

  Which means, neither do I.

  I go to bed unsatisfied and I lay between the cold sheets just thinking about the pull that Stella already has over me.

  There’s a draw and seduction that’s been present from the moment I met her at Mason’s award night. Her allure’s so vivid and so forceful that I can’t help but be compelled by her, and to her.

  But I have to remember that regardless of what I want, she’s still only my Master.

  We’re solely an arrangement, like she and Mason have. They have an agreement that benefits them both without crossing the boundary to where hearts are touched and emotions develop.

  She’s just my Master.

  But as I close my eyes and my mind starts to drift, a small question arises.

  What if?

  Chapter 15

  Tuesday is spent almost the same as Monday, except I wasn’t researching BDSM.

  Amanda was still doing that annoying cute eye lash flutter as she tried to get my attention whenever I walked past her, completely ignoring her as I always did.

  With a spring in my step and a smile on my face, I know as the day closes that I’ll be going to my Master’s home to give myself over to her.

  By 5pm I leave and drive home. I ensure that I shave again so that I have no stubble and that I’ve cleaned thoroughly.

  I don’t know what to expect from tonight, but I’m going to do everything in my power not to piss my Master off.

  When I get in my car to go to Stella’s I find I’m in a total state. My heart’s sitting up in my throat as adrenaline is gushing around my body in spiraling waves.

  TomTom navigation sees me go from one suburb to the next. When the TomTom announces my arrival in an affluent and up market part of town, I look around and take in my surroundings.

  Stella lives twenty-five minutes from me on a huge estate. Her house is white and grand and surrounded by a perfectly manicured lawn. There’re aged trees that fringe the overtly large house, partially protecting it from exposure to the elements of the weather and to prying eyes.

  I drive up to the gates and press the buzzer waiting for whomever to answer the call.

  “You’re punctual, you’ve pleased me,” Stella’s silky smooth voice says over the intercom. “Drive up to the house and park to the left of the main doors.” The gates open and I follow the driveway up to her home.

  When I get to what I suspect are the front doors, I park my car where I was instructed.

  I sit in the car for a moment and think about the voyage I’m just about to undertake.

  Stella’s told me she can help me escape the torture that’s plagued my life for such a long time. But can she?

  Can she take it away?

  Can she make me forget?

  Can she give me the strength so I can move forward?

  I don’t know.

  The only thing I can say with certainty is that, I believe she’s going to try her hardest.

  God, please let me find peace. Please, let the humiliation lift.

  Let me finally heal.

  As I exit the car I take one huge deep breath in and allow the fresh night air to fill my lungs. When I exhale, I make the decision to give myself over to Stella. She’ll command me and I’ll follow.

  When I get to her front door, I knock once and wait for my Master to appear.

  She opens the door dressed in a purple thigh high silk robe. It’s tied at the waist so I can’t see anything, but fuck, her legs are slim and so toned as they taunt me from beneath her robe. She’s bare foot and I notice her toe nails are painted in a blood red polish.

  As I drag my gaze up her body to her face I can’t help but see her breasts are sitting high and perky under the thin covering. Her hair’s out and part of it falls over her shoulder.

  But, damn her eyes.

  They slice through me so effortlessly; they reach into my heart and rip the ugly away.

  “Ryan,” Stella addresses me.

  “Stella,” I say barely able to contain my reaction to her scantily clothed body.

  “Please, come in.” She steps aside and opens the door wider for me to enter.

  I take two steps in, and the moment the doors close I can’t fucking help myself. I drop the bag and turn around closing the gap between us, I gently push Stella up against the door. Bringing my mouth down to find hers as I hungrily captivate her lips with my own.

  She opens up and lets me explore as I massage her tongue with mine. She tilts her head up and catches my lip between her teeth. She applies pressure as she pulls on it and I feel a thrill at the enticing and enthralling pain she’s causing.

  Her leg comes up over my hip and I move it so her heel is digging in to my ass. With my other hand I wrap her hair around it and tug it down, hard. She lets out a small cry into my mouth and I know she loves what I’m doing to her. I pin her to the door with my hips, and she curves her back pushing her hot tits into me.

  “Stop,” she commands me as she breaks away from my mouth and drops her leg from around my waist.

  I take a step back and immediately I lower my eyes.

  Shit, she’s going to be pissed off at me.

  “Ryan, you don’t top me,” she says looking me straight in the eyes before she walks away.

  What the hell? I wasn’t trying to top her. I just needed to kiss her.

  Oh shit, maybe I was trying to top her. Damn it. She didn’t tell me I could kiss her, I just sort of did it.

  I follow her to where ever she’s going and find her in her extravagant kitchen. It’s so crisp and clean with splashes of color. The kitchen itself is white and abundant with every possible amenity that anyone could ask for.

  Stella goes to the stove and mixes something that’s creating a heavenly aroma.

  I stand at the entrance and wait to be told what to do, because frankly, I don’t want her pissed off any more than she already is.

  “Sit on one of the stools at the bench,” she instructs me without even turning around.

  I move to sit down and she flips a look over her shoulder to me.

  Damn it.

  She’s fucking sexy with that tiny little robe and her hair out. I just want to grab her hair and pull it hard as I bury myself deep inside her and fuck her ‘til she screams.

  But, that’s not going to happen.

  She calls the shots, and I have to let her, or she’ll be angry with me.

  I quietly sit and watch her as she moves around the kitchen with so much grace, it’s almost like she glides on air as she travels between stations finishing dinner.

  “In the fridge is a bottle of white could you please open it and pour us a glass each?” she asks me.

  “I’m not a wine drinker, do you have beer?”

  She turns her body around to face me and leans her hip onto the counter and lifts her foot to rest on her other knee. Her robe falls open more and her leg is totally exposed which is not making my erection settle down.

  She brings the spoon up to her mouth and tastes the white sauce that’s simmering away in the big black pot on her stove top, but her eyes don’t leave mine at all. Her tongue slowly licks the spoon and my eyes are drawn to her mouth, I can feel myself panting over the way her mouth caresses the implement in her hands.

  “Okay, then you can have beer. But pour me a wine,” she says as she lifts her chin toward the fridge. Fuck, I can’t keep watching her without stroking my aching cock. So I walk over and get the wine and a beer and find she’s placed a glass on the bench top.

  “Stella, your drink’s here,” I say as I’m pouring it.

  “Bring it to me.”

  I pick up the glass and walk over to her, but her back is still to me.

  “Leave it on the bench and set th
e table,” her orders are being said in a direct husky tone.

  “I don’t know where anything is?”

  “Familiarize yourself because you’ll be spending a lot of time here. Tonight I’m making gnocchi Alfredo, so we need bowls and forks.” Okay, at least I know what I’m searching for.

  I open every cupboard and drawer and find where all the plates are and where the cutlery is.

  I take two bowls over to Stella and go to step past her to head to the dining table. But she steps in my way, blocking my path from leaving.

  Stella stands with one hand on her hip and the other hand leaning up against the bench.

  “That kiss made me wet,” she says and instantly my cock has gotten harder.

  “I’m glad,” I say as a small smirk marks my lips.

  “Is that so?”

  “Definitely.” I stay rooted on my spot and avoid her eyes.

  “Do you want to kiss me again?”

  Fuck, no. I want to bury my nose deep into your pussy and li……

  “Ryan, I asked you a question and I expect an answer.” Stella’s tone hardens.

  “Yes, but….”

  “But, what?”

  “I don’t want to kiss you on the lips.”

  “Oh, please share what’s going on in that deviant mind of yours,” she says as she takes a step closer to me.

  What do I have to lose?

  Maybe she’ll be pleased with me and reward me if I tell her.

  Maybe she won’t.

  It’s a risk I’m willing to take.

  “I want to be devoted to your pussy as you quake around my tongue while you’re grinding your hips hard on my face.”

  “Now that sounds promising.” She tries to hold in a small smile but her eyes give her away.

  “That’s what I’d like to do to you, Stella.”

  “Maybe when I’m just Stella you can, but tonight, after dinner I’ll be your Master.”

  “Okay,” I sigh. I was really hoping on propping her up on the bench and feasting on her cunt.

  Hopefully I’ll be able to do that next time.

  She takes a step closer to me again, and now she’s in my personal space. I look down at her and she moves her head so she’s looking up at me. She takes another small step, and we’re standing torso to torso.

  But again, I’m a coward and look away from her penetrating eyes.

  “Look at me,” she commands.

  I can’t though.

  She sees my secrets and she sees my darkness.

  “Don’t make me tell you twice,” she says in a softer gentler tone as she skims her nose down the length of my neck, just inhaling my scent.

  I close my eyes and feel her heat through my clothes, and damn she’s intoxicating. I sway and lean into her just wanting to be as close to Stella as possible.

  She sucks my chin into her mouth and I let out a small groan. The wetness of her lips wrapped around my chin causes a spike of electricity to shoot up my spine making me shiver. She pulls her mouth away slowly and grips my cock through my jeans, massaging it in her hand as she brings her mouth to my chin again.

  I lean out to grab the bench, because even though she’s only just touched me, I feel like I’m about to grab her turn her around and screw her hard.

  But her hand tightens on my cock and she bites down on my chin, fucking hard.

  My eyes fly open from the surprising painful contact and I try to pull away from her, but Stella’s grip is unwavering on my cock.

  She stops biting my chin and leans back so I can see her.

  “You’ve displeased me, Ryan. It’s about my pleasure, not yours. When I say for you to look at me, I expect for you to do as I request.” Shit, she’s mad. And she’s not letting go of my cock instead she’s clenched her grip harder.

  What I find though, is her grip’s teetering between pleasure and pain. I can tell by her face, she knows what she’s doing to me.

  “Tell me you understand what I just said,” she says in a dark and husky manner.

  “I definitely get it.”

  “Good. And from now on, your cock is my possession. As are you.” She lightens the grip and my shaft is missing her fingers around it, regardless of how hard she was holding it.

  “I understand,” I say with a small amount of mirth in my voice.

  “Do you think this is a joke?”

  “Not at all, it’s just that I quite enjoyed what you did.”

  “You did, did you?”

  I nod my head once.

  “I’m thinking a piercing may benefit us both,” Stella says as she runs her finger over her lips.

  “A piercing? What sort of piercing are you talking about?”

  “A Prince Albert, of course.” She looks at me seriously.

  She wants me to get my dick pierced? Is she for fucking real?

  “Um, no I don’t think anyone’s sticking a needle through my cock.”

  “Really, is that what you believe, Ryan?” She leans up against the bench and lifts an eyebrow at me.

  “Yes,” I say with a shaky voice.

  “Well I think we’ll revisit this situation, because it’s very pleasurable once it heals for both of us.” Stella turns and starts putting dinner in the bowls.

  I think I best do some research on PA’s when I get home and see what it actually involves.

  “Please take dinner to the table, Ryan,” Stella says as turns to her side to look at me.

  Seems the PA conversation is done, for now.

  Chapter 16

  “Are you ready to submit?” Stella asks as I push my empty plate in front of me.

  “I think I am.”

  “Tonight, we’ll take it slow. I’ll instruct you on what I want from you, we’ll have a small play and when we’ve finished from the scene then we can talk about it. How does that sound to you?”

  “It seems fairly reasonable.”

  “Great, what I want from you right now is to follow me to my dungeon.”

  Wow, she has a dungeon and I can’t wait to see what she has in there.

  We leave the plates and she takes my hand leading me down a long corridor and stands in front a relatively inoffensive door.

  “Now, I’m still Stella and I’m not your Master at this stage. I’ll tell you to go into waiting position, which is what you did on Friday night, and that’s the moment I become your Domme.”

  “Alright.”

  She turns the handle to the door and steps inside the already lit room.

  I don’t know where to look first, I feel like I’m a young kid in awe standing inside a fully stocked candy store. In the far left corner is a St Andrews cross that stands quite regal yet daunting on its own.

  Beside it, toward the center of the wall is a large wooden four poster bed that has eye bolts anchored at various heights up the posts.

  In the right hand corner is a whipping post that has the standard eye bolt at the top, but it also has cuffs drilled in the base enabling Stella to have a subs legs spread apart and secured instead of using a spreader bar.

  There’s a leather and wood whipping bench that takes pride in the middle of the room. On two of the walls there’re whip stands which house canes, crops, belts, straps, paddles and whips.

  The only thing I can’t see is a cock and ball restraint, and that pleases me to know that I won’t be subjected to that.

  “You’re fairly quiet,” Stella says as she places her hand on my forearm.

  “It’s quite overwhelming, but I’m glad you don’t have a CB restraint.”

  She smiles and lets out a small laugh.

  “Seems my new sub’s been doing some research, but it’s a CBT restraint. The T is for torture,” she wittingly adds as she winks at me.

  Oh shit. Torture.

  “I’ve been trying to understand it all.”

  She looks at me and smiles again.

  “That’s pleasing, Ryan. Now before we begin tell me what your safe words are.” She steps away from me and goes to l
ean up against the whipping bench.

  “Red is stop immediately, yellow is you can proceed with caution and green is go.”

  “Excellent, you’re doing well. Now you need to know what I want and expect from you. When you call on me to be your Master you can strip down and be in waiting position outside the door, or you can call me Master so I know what head space you’re in. It’s up to me to decide how far we’ll go, but I’ll take my cues from your body.”

  I nod my head listening to her instructions.

  “You know waiting position, and the other one I want you to learn is the ready position. Unless I tell you to go into the ready pose, you must greet me in waiting position. Understand?”

  “Of course,” I confirm.

  “For ready position, I want you kneeling down sitting back on your haunches with your legs spread wide apart and your chin on your chest with your hands palm side down on your thighs.”

  “Okay.” I think I get it.

  “I need you to remove your clothes and get in waiting position outside by the door on the mat. When I’m ready I’ll come to get you. But, take a moment and go to the bathroom if you need to, but get in the head space because we’re going to play.”

  “Can you show me to the bathroom please?”

  “Get your bag and I’ll show you to my room.”

  “I’ll be staying with you?” I ask as we step outside the dungeon and go to where my bag is.

  “It’s part of aftercare, Ryan. I like to make sure you’re okay because it can get quite intense and powerfully emotional when we’re in a scene. So yes, for now you’ll be sleeping in my room. You can use the bathroom in there.” As she’s been speaking she’s lead me to her bedroom.

  It again is large and light in color with another huge four poster bed that sits idly in the middle of the room. She has double doors that open up to a generous balcony overlooking the lush green gardens.

  Her bedroom’s a complete contrast to the dungeon, the dungeon’s fairly bold and masculine where her bedroom is very petite and feminine.

  It hits me like a damn freight train.

  Stella knows exactly who she is. She may have her own angered demons that scream at her from within, but she’s learned to control them.

  She may possibly live in two worlds, but she’s managed to find her medium between them.