Even though she hadn’t phrased it as a question, I answered her with an immediate:
‘Yes, Mistress, I am all yours. Always.’
Forever.
She released my hair and allowed me to continue my ministrations. I finished undressing her and asked if she would grant me the further liberty of blindfolding her.
‘For what purpose?’ she demanded.
‘Simply for the purpose of further pleasing you, Mistress. I wish to show you what I feel but I am still a bit … nervous.’
She nodded once. ‘Good. Nervous will keep you in line, but remember that I will allow it only this once.’
She climbed onto the huge captain’s bed, lay down there with her hands propped behind her head, and waited for me to continue.
Yes, she would grant me certain liberties, but she would not make obtaining them any easier.
I climbed onto the bed after her and reached down behind the bed to where I had hidden my ‘stash’ of materials earlier in the day. Carefully, so as not to disturb her, I again knelt over the side of the bed and picked up the feather. Not knowing where to start, I began at the most logical place: her face. I felt her slight twitch at the initial contact of the feather on her skin. Slowly I traced every curve and hollow of her beautiful face.
Lovingly, I watched as the feather traced the path that I wished my tongue could follow. But I knew if I gave in now it would be over too quickly. And I wanted this to last. Gently, I switched from a gliding motion to a quick tapping one and tapped a path down her neck to her shoulders. Without warning I replaced the feather with an ice cube. I heard her startled gasp and then nothing.
She returned to reserved silence. With one hand I continued the chilling assault on her upper body, from shoulders to breasts and back. With the other I carefully prepared the next sensation tool: the candle. I could see the wet path the ice had left along her skin. I could see a hint of goose bumps on her flesh, the only indication that she was cold, for her voice would give nothing away.
I lifted the ice cube off her body and cooed, ‘You are cold. Here, let me warm you,’ and I lifted the candle and tilted it directly over her taut nipple.
A sharp cry and a muffled gasp were the only indications that she had noticed the difference.
Confident now, I continued to leave a trail of hot wax followed by a soothing drop of water from the ice cube along her entire torso, focusing on her now rigid nipples and tender breasts. Fascinated, I watched as the wax created miniature sculptures on her erect nipples.
But it was not enough.
I wanted more.
I set aside the candle and the ice so that I could test out the sensations I alone could create. Nothing artificial: simply flesh, tongue, teeth. I couldn’t imagine ever being sated by this woman.
My Mistress, my lover, my everything.
I began to nip at the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Again startled by the path I had taken, but apparently eager to experience more, she parted her thighs to allow me entrance to her wetness. But I refused to allow her to finish so quickly. With more strength than I knew I had, I lifted her left side and rolled her onto her stomach. She struggled to regain control, but I was too heady to stop.
Lying fully along the length of her body I whispered into her ear, ‘Please. Not yet. Let me first show you what it is to be taken in the same way you take me. Let me feel your power while you feel my pleasure.’
Ceasing her struggles, she growled into the pillow that she was allowing me one final chance before she called an end to this game. I agreed quickly. Sitting up, I could for a moment only gasp appreciatively at the sight of her prone body. The muscles of her back were tense from anticipation. I ran my fingers lightly along these to ease her stress.
My eyes followed a path lower to the tight curve of her ass.
I remembered the feel of that ass beneath my fingertips. Ah, yes, the ass that would tighten with each thrust of her hips as she drove a cock relentlessly inside me. A cock that would find itself imbedded in my wet pussy and claim it as its own. My hands would dig into her flesh, aching to feel the heat I knew was inside her. My nails cut tiny half moons into the supple flesh of her ass as I grabbed her, trying to pull her deeper inside of me.
I could smell her musky scent as she began to get wet from my touch. This must be what she feels when she is inside of me: this power, the thrill. Now I knew why she took me with such passionate force. And again I wanted more. I scored a path with my nails down the length of her back from shoulders to ass and watched in fascination as the marks went from glowing white to a dark pink colour. Again I scored the same path, this time digging in harder until angry red marks began to rise in long thin welts.
Mistress was surprisingly quiet. Her body flinched under my assault, but I wanted still more. I wanted to hear her cry out the same way I cried out when she fucked me so expertly. Angry and frustrated that this most recent tactic hadn’t gotten such a response, I leaned down and bit her right shoulder. She groaned deep in her throat which merely excited me further. I leaned back and saw the perfect circle of dents my teeth had left in her skin.
Beautiful.
For a start.
Grabbing her hips with my nails, I bent down and sunk my teeth deep into her left shoulder. I could feel the soft tissue of muscle give way beneath my sharp incisors. This time I got a definitive reaction. She forcefully thrust her head and her ass into the air and moaned in pain. And pleasure? Who would have thought? Wasn’t I the only one who enjoyed the pinching sensation of being bitten?
The scent of her pussy drew me down to where her ass and thighs met in a diamond patch of wetness. Groaning, I thrust my tongue deep into her pussy to drink in as much of her come as possible. She thrust her ass into the air to give me further access to her pussy and finally deigned to speak to me.
‘Now there’s the little slut I’m used to. I wondered how long it would take you to tire of your game and finally put your tongue where it belongs.’
I was a slave to her cunt.
She dictated to me exactly how and where to put my tongue and fingers and how to fuck her properly.
‘That’s right, little one, keep working my pussy. And I want your fingers on my clit nonstop. Do you hear me? If you stop rubbing my clit even for one second or if you pull your little slut tongue out of my pussy once without my permission I will get up and leave you here. I will tie you down with nothing but my wetness on your chin to remind you of me. Do you want that? Do you want me to take my pussy away from you?’
She tormented me.
All I could do was groan and attempt a muffled ‘yes’ while trying to keep my tongue thrusting into her hot, wet pussy and working my fingers furiously on her clit. Desperate to have her continue to allow me to tongue-fuck her, I sucked hard on her cunt and pounded her clit back and forth until I began to feel her tighten.
‘Not yet, little one. I’m going to make you work for me to come. First you are going to feel my pussy juice with your fingers inside me and you can keep your greedy tongue occupied by licking my ass. And
