Gay Erotic Stories

Chapter 1, Flashes Quietly she crawls in on all fours, cat-like, muscles rippling, her long slender body slinking toward him, and then folding gracefully to kneel at his feet. Without a word, so as not to disturb him while he’s working, she leans back against his shins and closes her eyes. She feels his hand absently stroking her hair as he buys and sells companies, stocks and anything else that would increase his fortune. She nuzzles against his hand, and as she hears the phone settle back into its cradle, she feels his grip tighten on her full mane of hair. “Up.” Soundlessly she lifts herself to kneel before him. “All the way.” His voice caresses her in ways no man ever has. No man except him. She is already trembling by the time she makes it unsteadily to her feet. “Master,” she whispers, almost gasping, the one word carrying a plea, desire, and awe at the power he holds over her. Gently tugging on her hair, he pulls her into his lap and circles her within his arms. “What’s wrong?” He’s not uttered more than three words at a time, but his words are secondary to his touch and the power and tenderness lurking deeply within his clear blue eyes. She knows every variant of the color of those eyes and recalls any glimpse of that beautiful color, though she’s not allowed looking him in the eye unless he commands it so. She’s only thankful that he commands it more often than not. Though, at times, when his eyes are blazing with fury, she would rather not look, but knowing this, he uses it as part of her punishment when the need arises. Today is one of the days she hopes she can get by without having her soul opened to his gaze under those piercing eyes. “Look at me,” he whispers, his voice swirling around her, feeding her need for him, his words, his voice . . . his hand, his power. “Yes, Master,” she utters, sliding her gaze to his, wishing only to curl up under his chin, having him hold her tight, or simply to curl around his feet. But she knows this will not happen, and is consumed by conflicting feelings of fear and gratitude. “Pet, kitten…” With the utterance of her favorite nickname, she breaks into tears, balling her little fists and sobbing into his chest. “Oh precious,” he whispers into her silky hair, “my precious, tell me what’s wrong.” She turns her gaze back to him, and he knows she will never be able to voice the demons that torture her soul, and he merely holds her until he feels her body relax and her breathing become regular again. He smiles to himself, and strokes her hair for a moment, then gathers her up gently and carries her back to bed. He admires the view for a moment, as her body lies stretched out among the rumpled sheets, showing plenty evidence of her night’s struggles. A pang of guilt strikes him because he stayed the night in his office, napping between phone calls, alternating too busy and too tired to check on her, thinking her sleeping peacefully, without him and unbound for a change by way of compensation and precaution for not being there. The guilt dissolves as sugar in water. “It’s over, it couldn’t be helped,” he mutters quietly as he gently winds the soft rope around her wrists, cinching it in the middle before winding the length around her forearms. She is so beautiful, he thinks to himself as he latches the small gold chain to the gilded rings piercing her nipples. With quiet stealth, he rolls her to her back, memories of piercing those nipples still fresh on his mind as he ever so gently parts her legs. Evidence of her desire and need for him glisten on her pink nether lips. “You are so beautiful to me,” he croons softly into her ear, knowing that phrase will weave its way into whatever dream she is having. Ever so gently he slides the large vibrating phallus into her pussy and begins wrapping her shins, ankles and feet much as he did her arms. She moans quietly, a pained expression on her face and he knows she’s found her adversary in her dream and lets her roll back on to her side. Reluctantly he pulls the covers over her pale body, naked except for her collar, and now the rope, and he heads back to the office. Unfortunately, an hour or so later he slips back into the room finding her exactly how he left her, curled into a ball. After checking to make sure everything is all right, he makes a few minor adjustments to her bonds. He clicks on the toe cuffs and links the chain to the foot of the bed. And raising her arms above her head he pulls a loop of rope between her arms cinching the ones already there and ties her arms to the head of the bed. Again he leaves her, sure she’ll call out for him if he’s needed and resumes his jobs and duties. Some time later, nearing 9:00 AM, he still has heard nothing from her so he flips the switch on the remote control that activates her vibrator and he’s immediately gratified by the loud moan he hears from their bedroom, only two doors down. Knowing her all too well, he turns the switch back off before even the hint of orgasm has a chance to start. Again he’s rewarded with her small growl of frustration and the creaks of the old wooden bed frame as she tries to find a comfortable spot once the vibrating stops. Sighing quietly, she calls out, “Master, I’m awake now.” “I know pet,” he says chuckling. “I’ll be there in a minute,” he finishes, flipping the switch again. Her whimpers provide the background as he closes a major deal in Tokyo. “Don’t forget…not without my permission,” he says and both he and the Japanese gentleman chuckle knowingly, while she’s left whimpering miserably. After a while of leaving her to stew in her own juices, literally, he comes back to her, untying her from the bed frame, but not releasing her arms, legs or even toes. Toying gently with the chain between her nipple rings, he whispers quietly, “cum for me, kitten,” and with those words, she stretches her body fully, tensing every muscle, arching her back, balling her fists and curling her toes. She dares not utter a sound or move more than that, offering her body in its ecstasy to him. Will it end? She thinks to herself as wave after wave pass through and over her. Just after she feels herself drowning, yet floating at the same time, he switches off the vibrator, and as if from a distance, she feels his hands touching her, and her body relaxing. “Come back to me, precious” he whispers, stroking her hair. “You’re so beautiful.” He knows she’s where she wants to be; the contented smile on her lips is enough proof of that. “Time for the day to start, little one,” he says with a few playful swats to her breasts. This failing to wipe the smile from her face, he is afraid she’s gone mad for a second until he remembers the ‘space’ that she floats in for a few minutes after reaching her peak for him. After picking out the black micro-mini, white poet blouse, fish nets and spiked heels for her to wear, he goes back to her, tracing fingers gently along her chin, nose, forehead, cheekbones, watching hawk-like as her eyes slowly come back into focus. With as much of a stretch as she can, and the smile widening on her lips, she whispers, “Good morning Master.” Twirling a chocolate brown curl around his index finger, he takes a moment to simply take her in. “There’s work to do, my kitten.” “Yes, Master,” she whispers quietly, looking demurely down to her cuffed toes as he recites the list of chores for her to do today. It’s usually the same old things like cleaning the house and bringing him lunch promptly at 12 and dinner at exactly 6, and preparing herself for dessert at 6:30, guests or not. “…And I want you to eat light at 5:45 tonight kitten. Jan and his girls are coming over. You’re the entertainment.” Knowing what her reaction would be, he watches her for a moment before unleashing her and untying the knots, leaving her to untangle herself as he goes to answer the phone. “I do so enjoy seeing your eyes widen with fear like that, love. But don’t worry. Jan’s just bringing enough rope to mummify you, Lee, and Meng… at the same time,” he finishes, grinning. “Ooooooh boy. This could be interesting,” she says quietly. “Yes darling it will be interesting, but rest assured, Jan and I have discussed your hesitancy in front of others, and Meng was the same way. Now he has to discipline her for not keeping her clothes on in public. Her eyes grow wide again thinking of what the evening has in store for her as her Master talks rapidly in Japanese. She dresses in the clothes Master set out for her after untangling herself and quietly positions herself on the corner of his desk to await his inspection before beginning her chores. Not even slowing the pace of his phone conversation, he pushes her farther along the corner of the desk toward the center. Tapping the back of her knee, he watches as she lifts her feet, letting her entire weight rest on her mound, and he gently rocks her back and forth, enjoying the sound of her moans. The moans grow louder, higher, and pleading when he flips the switch on the vibrator, then to a soft whimper as he turns it off again. “Master,” she whispers. With a playful swat on the behind, he indicates for her to hop off of the desk. Seeing the wet spot she left, he smiles, pleased, and motions for her to clean it up. As she’s bending over to lick her juices from the desk, he reaches into his desk drawer and pulls out the ankle cuffs, connected by the 12” hobble chain and secures them around her ankles. “Hold on,” he says into the phone. “Give me your hands, kitten,” He says, frowning as she’s already ahead of him. He turns back to the phone and clicks the cuffs around her wrists, taking the custom chain between then and pulling her close as he finishes his conversation then turning her full attention to her. “I know you know the routine, love,” he says, tipping her chin to make her look at him, “but there is punishment for jumping ahead. Turn around and grab your ankles.” Being careful to wait until he’s finished, she does as told, tears of anticipation and disappointment already gathering in her eyes. By the time the first blow of the sculpted ivory paddle hits her bare bottom, she’s utterly desolate. She reaches the height of her misery by the fifth blow and by the tenth, she’s openly sobbing from the pain and the knowledge that this was punishment, not for fun. Already picking up the phone again, he doesn’t even look at her as he dials. “Get started.” She starts into the chores feeling completely forgotten and alone. She’d disappointed him. Sometimes she wished she wasn’t smart, wasn’t perceptive, wasn’t so…eager. Maybe then she wouldn’t keep finding herself in these situations. She was still muttering to herself and admonishing herself when the clock struck eleven, signaling time to begin lunch preparations. About the same time, he turned on the vibrator for a few seconds as if to remind her of the time. It was Monday, and this meant soup and salad. Easy enough, she thought, heading to the refrigerator to bring the ingredients to the counter. She’d been busy all morning cleaning and dusting, watering plants, and washing clothes, so between her chores and her inner dialogue, she hadn’t noticed him watching her. Usually lunch needed starting an hour early so that he could distract her many times before the meal was actually served. Remembering the morning’s cold punishment, she was suddenly overcome by sadness. She dropped the carrot she’d been shredding and her hands flew to her face as her shoulders shook with her sobs. This, he could not take. Pushing himself from the doorframe where he’d been watching her, he went to her and held her. He gently turned her to face him and let her bury her head against his chest. “I’m so sorry, Master,” she wept over and over. “Shh, my love, hush darling,” he whispered as he stroked her hair until she calmed down. As her sobs turned to sniffles, he was dazzled by quickly and completely she could change from this morning’s strong, luxurious tigress to this frightened and shivering little kitten. But that was one of the reasons he loved her, was her ability to change so suddenly, always keeping him on his toes. He always did love a challenge. * * * * * When they had first met, it had been her first year out of college. She was working as a personal assistant for one of the suits at a consulting firm. He just so happened to be the CFO of a company that was a client of this firm before he went into business for himself, and taking her with him. At any given time he wanted to meet the firm, she was always there, always the suit’s gopher, the hostess, the clean up crew, and the technical team. The suit merely sat at the table and told her what he wanted, if she hadn’t already anticipated his requests. That was a very hard habit to break. But after the firm’s first presentation to the company and her silently obedient perfection, and hard work with nothing but a dazzling smile, he had to have her and not just as an assistant. He’d first pursued her simply as an executive in need of an assistant. She politely turned him down, saying she liked her present job and the people she worked with and for. He left the matter alone for a little while, until, during a scene with one of his long time ‘play’ partners, Andrea, he called her Beth. Mutually halting the scene, Andrea told him what he already knew. He wanted her, and wouldn’t be himself again until he had her. So, after the next meeting, he’d asked her out to dinner. She had again politely refused. “’No’ is not an option, Miss Lindsay.” “I’m sorry, sir,” she said, sending shivers up and down his spine, “but I’m seeing someone, and I don’t think he’d like it too much if I went out with someone else. Oh. “Bring him, too. I’m bringing Andrea,” he said. At this, she looked trapped, but she had accepted. When he arrived home that night, he called Andrea, who seemed to be waiting by the phone, eager to hear how it had worked out. “Beautifully,” was his simple reply. * * * * * He realized that her crying had stopped and looked down at her. She was still resting against him with her head nestled in the hollow of his neck, her hands resting on his chest. “Are you feeling better?” he asked quietly. “I’m not sure, Master. Are you still mad at me?” she asked timidly. Hugging her close to him, he said, “I wasn’t mad at you kitten. But you’d forgotten what I taught you. I wanted to remind you and reinforce that training. Understand?” “Yes sir. But it sure felt like you were mad at me,” she replied quietly, rubbing her tender ass. As if to test her theory, he took the chain between her wrists and lifted it over his head and around his neck, as if she were a necklace. Then he reached around and pinched her rear with his left hand. She yelped in pain, but didn’t move. Without letting go with his left hand, he moved his right index finger to her lips for silence, and pinched her other cheek with his right hand. He knew she would test her own tolerance for him, but he had no desire to push her, just remind her of his complete possession of her. Her silent agony was beautiful to him. When he thought she was going to bite her lip so hard it would bleed, he let go. “Who are you?” “Anything you want me to be. Anything you need me to be. All that I am, and all that I can be, so long as I am yours, Master. “That’s my good girl, my special pet, my kitten,” he said kissing her possessively and hungrily. “Now go finish our lunch. I’ll see you in the dining room.” She hurriedly, but no less carefully finished preparing lunch. She then arranged the soup, salad and his milk on a serving tray and carried it in to him. “Give me your hands,” he said when she’d set down the tray. He quickly took the cuffs from around her wrists, setting them aside. “There are clips under the table. They should be just right for you kitten. You can hook yourself in but if you look, you’ll see that once you do, the springs mean only I, or someone else, can release you. When you’re ready, I want you to hook yourself in.” he explained as he fastened wide leather cuffs around her wrists, positioning the rings just right. Silently she folded to her knees and made her way under the table, finding her new perch. Her back was to the middle post of the table, no doubt leaving more room for more variation later. She situated herself more comfortably, resting her ass back on her heels and resting her back against the post. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her arms and hooked herself to the table. “That’s my kitten,” he said, sliding his chair under the table. Immediately she saw the ingenuity of her position. His knees, upon moving forward, surrounded her on either side, and her face was resting against his crotch. She had no idea what he was going to ask next. With a smug grin, he let her stew, knowing she was confused at his silence. He marveled at her motionlessness, and was proud and disappointed at the same time. He was already straining at his khakis and was hoping for just a little movement, but he had trained her well. Reaching down to ruffle her hair, he said, “You may do whatever comes to mind, kitten.” Immediately he was grateful for her when he felt her teeth tugging on his belt, making quick work of the buckle, button, and zipper. Gingerly, she pulled the waistband of his boxers out and down. When this didn’t work, she tugged on the front of his boxers. He almost had to chuckle when that didn’t work either and she let out a small growl of frustration. “Um, Master?” “Yes, love?” he asked, feigning innocence as his lunch remained untouched. “Master, I need help.” “Yes, kitten, I know. I just wanted you to find out for yourself,” he said as he lifted himself free and ready for her waiting lips. She didn’t disappoint him. She moved slightly and enveloped his organ in her soft warm lips, welcoming him into her mouth, using all of the skills he’d taught her to bring him quickly to his release. She dutifully swallowed everything he gave her and cleaned him off when he was finished. He replaced his now limp organ and began eating his lunch, leaving her exactly where she was. Difficult as it was, he finished lunch quickly, without even a twitch from her. He stopped wondering why she was so quiet when she let out a startled gasp when he moved back. “Did I wake you, pet?” “Yes, Master,” she said sheepishly. “I was wondering how you stayed so still. Are you not sleeping well, love?” he asked, squatting down in front of her, his face creased with concern, already knowing the answer. Giving him a sad look, she merely shook her head. “All right,” he said, unlatching her, “have a bowl of soup, then go take a nap until dinner time. Then, when you wake up, I want you to eat light, but enough. We’ve got a lot of activities planned and I don’t know how long we’ll be at it tonight. But I want you downstairs at 6. No earlier, no later. Understood?” “Yes, Master.” “Now go get your soup, pet,” he said, unlatching the ankle cuffs. “Put these toys away and undress before you take your nap, though. I’ll be in there in a minute.” “Yes, Master,” she said again as he helped her out from under the table. “I want you to sleep on the couch in my office, kitten,” he said, pulling her close. “I want to be able to keep an eye on you.” He kissed her possessively, taking the time to explore all he’d missed about her. He was almost ready to call Jan and cancel tonight’s meeting, but he always learned so much from him, and she always learned so much from his girls. She was always more graceful and careful about her movement when they left. Jan is a truly gifted master, and a truly imaginative bondage enthusiast, and his girls were living art and grace in motion. “I’ll come wake you when it’s time, now have your soup and go to sleep.” He sat and watched her eat, trying to be dainty, but only succeeding in making a mess. She was so cute sometimes. When she finished, he wiped her chin and the corners of her mouth, catching her as she walked by with her bowl, and pulling her into his lap. “You are mine, and I love you,” he whispered, kissing her again, “now go to sleep, I’ll take care of the dishes.” “Yes, Master,” she said, dropping to all fours and heading back to the office. He watched her go, more out of concern than desire, though there was still plenty of desire for her. She was still pure to him, at least. They had been together for over a year, after the wonderful night she’d been dropped on his doorstep, literally. They’d become friends after she had become his assistant, which was not long after he’d first offered. * * * * * Their relationship past friendship had been forced upon them when her then-current boyfriend found out about him. Despite her assurances that there was nothing to worry about, he had packed her meager possessions on the back of his truck after coming home drunk in the middle of the night. Then he’d packed her up, still groggy and wearing only his boxers and one of his old T-shirts, and tossed her into the truck as well. By this time, she was too scared to do anything but breathe, and she was in shock when he pulled up to her boss’s house and began unloading her belongings onto the sidewalk in the pouring rain. When he finished, he came for her. She was cowering in the truck cab, wondering what he was going to do next as the rain pounded harder. “Get out!” Jeff had screamed at her. “What’s going on?” Nick had quietly asked, cinching the tie on his robe, and carrying an umbrella. “You bastard!” Jeff had screamed, drunkenly lunging at him. Nick had easily sidestepped him and looked quizzically at Beth, still cowering in the truck. “Okay, so I’m a bastard. That established, you drunken fool, why are you here? And why drag Beth out at this hour?” “She’s your problem now, you son of a bitch!” Jeff yelled, pulling Beth out of the truck. “Oh yeah, these are mine,” he said, pulling off the T-shirt and yanking down the boxers, leaving Beth there, in front of God and everyone, completely nude. “Dear lord,” Nick had muttered, quickly taking off his robe and wrapping it around her, pulling her protectively close and under the umbrella with him as Jeff sped off. They both stood there in the rain, watching the taillights fade. “Let me guess, the lease and utilities are in your name?” Nick queried cynically. With this, she turned to him and began to sob and wail. “Oh dear. I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. Beth darling, there’ll be plenty of time for that soon, but I think we should get your belongings out of the rain before anything else is ruined,” he’d said, moving them both to the few boxes on the sidewalk. She only had a few sets of clothes, a couple pairs of shoes, a box of books, her work papers, and notes. There were very few keepsakes. Between the two of them they were done in two trips. “Are these all of your belongings, Beth? Is there anything you left behind with him?” “No, sir. This is everything,” she said quietly. He’d never noticed just how few sets of clothing she had. Most of her wardrobe was made up of mix and match tops and bottoms to make them seem like so much more than they were. Hmm, we’ll have to work on that, he thought to himself. “Oh dear,” she said suddenly. “Where am I going to stay now?” “Right here, Beth. I have a guest room, where we’d been stowing your belongings.” “Oh, but I couldn’t!” she exclaimed, already looking frightened. I must have that predatory look again, he thought, trying to relax his features. “Beth, you’re free to stay here. The room is yours, as is the rest of the house right now. The door on your room has a lock as well, should you feel you need it. Please stay.” On the outside, she reluctantly agreed. Inwardly, she was glad she didn’t have to try to find a place to live again. Not to mention he’s amazingly attractive in all of the right ways, inside and out, she admitted to herself. As the days wore on, they settled into a kind of routine. They would eat breakfast together before getting ready to go to work together as well. About once a week, he’d surprise her with a beautiful new pantsuit or skirt set, and ask her to wear it, which she always did. He had exquisite taste in clothing, but she managed eventually to discover his theme. There was always some amount of cleavage showing, and the collars were always well defined and fitting. There were no turnover collars or anything that hung loose, open or low on the neck. The collars of these sets were always snug, but not uncomfortable around her throat. She had to admit she missed that feeling. Jeff had asked once why she had a vague tan line around her neck, but she never really explained, just saying that was a part of her life she no longer discussed. She could still feel the weight of the collars she used to wear. Sometimes, she even awoke from a sound sleep to the commanding phantom tug of a life long dead. * * * * * “Master!” she giggled, tugging on the cuffs of his pants with her teeth. Chuckling, he squatted down in front of her. “Yeah, stinker?” Sticking her tongue out at him, she sat back on her heels. “Shane, don’t go. I just don’t have a good feeling about this trip.” Gathering her into his arms, trying to control his hunger for her as his hands roamed her bare skin. “Mmmm,” she murmured. “Oh sweetie, don’t worry. I’m Master! The super invincible amazingly normal man!” They both had to laugh at that, but he could feel the tension in her body, so the laughter quickly died down. They both stayed staring at each other as a tear slipped down her cheek. Gently, he kissed the tear away, holding her face in his hands. “Everything’s going to be fine, sunshine. And at the risk of making you feel worse, I could die a happy man because I found you.” He pulled her to him. ‘Beth Lindsay, I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything. When I get back, I’m going to marry you.” * * * * * She’d taken a week from vacation to try to clear her head, and in the meantime, he’d hired some lawyers to move everything over to Jeff’s name, or to terminate leases and contracts if that couldn’t be done. All Beth did was cry and cower from him at first, yet oddly cling to him when he moved to leave. He helped her arrange her things in his guestroom, and set about making the place homier for her. He bought new furniture, had the room painted, and replaced the curtains and the rugs. All in all it turned into a nice room, and she began sleeping in there, rather than shivering next to him at night, which he honestly could say he didn’t want her to do, but she needed to heal. The whole ordeal had taken place on a Saturday night, and by the second Monday, she was sharing coffee with him and ready to go to work with him again. Over lunch, they had discussed her new living quarters. She was flipping through the paper looking at apartments for rent, when he had pulled the paper down so he could see her. “Beth, I don’t want you to move out,” he said. “Actually, sir, I don’t want to move out. That room is so beautiful, and you’ve been so kind. But I don’t think it’s right that I stay there any longer than it takes me to get back on my feet.” “Beth. Please. I really would prefer you not move out. I like having someone else in the house. It’s lonely in this big old place and you bring a certain sunshine to it. Please stay?” * * * * * She felt his eyes following her until she was in the office, at which time she stood up, giving her knees a rest. Standing was a forbidden pleasure these days, and her knees showed it with the thick skin accumulating on them. She didn’t like that, but Master paid special attention to that area in her weekly massage, so it usually balanced out. Master took wonderful care of her. He was a very perceptive man so she rarely had to ask for anything. They hadn’t done any serious scening yet, and tonight may be the night. She usually just sat back and watched, but Master had told her she was the entertainment this time. She wasn’t sure what to expect. She had only met Lee and Meng a couple of times. The first cold fingers of fear gripped her insides when she realized that Master might not be her only Master tonight. She tried not to think of what lay ahead as he closed her eyes and tried to sleep. She had to remind herself that she only had a few hours of sleep before she had to be up again, and she needed this sleep badly, but that didn’t help. Her mind kept wandering back to what may happen tonight and she finally slipped back into the troubled dreams that had been haunting her for months, only recently showing just how deeply they disturbed her. * * * * * He didn’t take very long to wash up the dishes, and he wandered back to the office, still drying his hands. But when he looked at her, he again had second thoughts about calling Jan. He debated with himself for a while, finally deciding to call off the night’s activities because a scene from a past long before Beth and Andrea played over and over in his mind. * * * * * “Justa!” he called from the kitchen. “Juuuustaaaa,” he called again, playfully, walking out of the kitchen. He’d been drying his hands on a dishtowel. Justa couldn’t cook to save her life, so they agreed it was best he cooked, and tonight he was making a salad. He was going to call her down and get her to help. He thought for sure there was no way she could mess up a salad, especially when he was standing right there, making the steaks. Her door was closed, which was unusual, so he knocked. Silence. He knocked louder, only to be greeted again with silence. “Justa?” he said quietly as he opened the door carefully. After his eyes adjusted to the light, he scanned the room, not seeing her. He was closing the door when he saw a small movement in the bundle of cloth on the floor by her bed. He’d passed over it before, as an unmade bed in her room was nothing unusual. Walking into the room quietly, he examined the pile of sheets. When it shivered again, he started gently pulling back the layers of the pile. When he found a few strands of bright orange hair, he stopped, calling her again “Justa?” Her head moved only slightly upon hearing her name. “Justa. Wake up,” he said, peeling back more layers to find her face, panic rising. She’d been tired last night but they’d gone to the club anyway and done some scening. It hadn’t gone very well, so he’d cut it short, and they’d gone home early. She had gone straight to sleep until now. It was 1pm and she’d gone to bed last night at 10pm. When he finally got to her face, she was still asleep, but there were dark circles under her eyes. “Justa?” he said, his voice shaking. He’d carefully packed her up in the car and taken her to the hospital where they’d pronounced her physically healthy, but said maybe she should undergo psychological testing. When they brought the wheelchair to wheel her away, he simply gathered her up in his arms and carried her down to the psychiatry ward. For days, they tried everything they could think of, and he never left her side. She was silent. She didn’t even whimper they poked her with needles just to try to get a reaction. Only silent tears slid down her cheeks. Weeks later, she woke up, finding him in the chair he’d been sleeping in every night when he wasn’t curled around her. When she shook him awake, he nearly jumped for joy, until he saw her face. She was cowering from his excitement, but when he calmed down, she sat on his lap and shivered against his chest while he stroked he hair until she fell asleep again. This silent ritual continued for another week or so until she finally spoke. “Master,” she whispered. “Yes, Justa?” he said quietly, only to be greeted again with silence as she settled against him again. She progressed slowly after he took her back home. It was a month before she formed sentences again, and to this day, 3 years later, she’s still recovering, living life in a light trance. He still goes to see her every Monday Wednesday and Friday. Occasionally he and Beth both go on a Saturday or Sunday for a picnic. * * * * * As he stood there in the doorway, still absently drying his hands on the dishtowel, he was pleased to see her nude body lying peacefully on the couch, her clothes folded and stacked neatly at the foot of the couch. He picked up the phone, pushing speed-dial for Jan’s number while he gently stroked her silky hair. Standing up again, he paced, waiting for an answer. He chuckled hearing a tiny female voice breathlessly answer the phone with formal Japanese. Quietly, so as not to disturb Beth’s precious sleep, Nick asked for Jan, fully expecting to her the usual “He’s not available Master Nick-son. He will call you back.” But instead, the voice simply said, “One minute.” He thought this very odd, but thought nothing of it until Meng’s voice greeted him quietly. “I was about to call you Nick-son,” she said, dropping formality, making him instantly on edge. Meng was the senior member of Jan’s girls, and usually the most formal and traditional, so for her to take this attitude with him meant something was seriously wrong. “Master Jan has taken seriously ill, Nick-son. Lee found him this morning on death’s door. They think it’s something with his heart.” She let out a sad laugh. “Maybe we worked him too hard. He’s in the ICU at county hospital. Doctors said he may not wake up.” Her voice broke, and Nick could hear her crying softly. “Oh my God, Meng. Oh honey, if there’s anything Beth and I can do…” “I will Nick-son. You and Beth are our closest friends. We will keep you informed,” she said quietly. “Thank you. You girls give each other some extra hugs from us. We’ll visit soon.” “Thank you Nick-son,” she said, and hung up the phone. Replacing the phone in the cradle, he slumped into his office chair, holding his face in his hand. “Dear God,” he muttered to himself. He turned off the phone, turned down the answering machine, and scribbled a quick note to Beth, telling her he’s going downstairs to the weight room. Carefully, he placed the note in her loosely clenched hand and walked out, closing the door behind him. She woke up some time later with a start, and the feeling she’d overslept. She heard the crinkle of the paper when she moved to turn over and see the clock. She looked at the clock first and read 8PM and nearly cried out, before remembering the note. “Hmm,” she said out loud as she read, but continuing an inner dialogue with herself, wondering why he was down there, why the evening’s festivities were off, and scores of other unusual variables contributing to this evening’s odd atmosphere. Carefully she crept down from the couch, crawling to the head of the stairs. She stepped carefully down, as for safety’s sake, the stairs were the only place she could stand without Master’s specific permission. She could feel the cool air from the basement swirling around her feet, knees then thighs and steadily upward as she stepped down each step. “Master?” she said quietly when she didn’t hear the clink of the weights. She rounded the corner and saw the weight room door standing open and Nick was just sitting on the bench, staring at her when she came into view. “Beth,” he said, using her name, rather than a nickname. “Come here. I’ve got some bad news.” “Oh no,” she said quietly kneeling at his feet. “No,” he said, pulling her up to him and setting her in his lap. “I need you.” He held her close to him for a long moment, “Jan’s dead, Beth. I called earlier to cancel our meeting tonight and Meng told me he was in the ICU. She called back about a half an hour ago and said he’d…” “Oh Nick, Oh God,” she said, hugging him and crying against his neck. “I didn’t want to wake you to tell you he was in the hospital. I thought we’d go visit him when you woke up. I didn’t know…” he said into her hair. “Nick, Nick, Nick, shh, you couldn’t know. He knows you care. Knew. He probably still knows.” “I’m going to need you now more than ever, Bethie. At work, as a partner, as a support. Will you be upset with me if I call Andrea?” “Of course not. She knew Jan, too.” “I meant something else Beth. She’s a lot more into pain than you are. “I remember,” she muttered quietly and tersely, absently picking at his shirt. “I won’t call her.” Beth remained silent, and he knew he made the right decision, but he shouldn’t have brought it up. Sometimes he wondered if he wasn’t a complete blundering idiot. First, she’s struggling with her own demons, losing sleep, and being so emotionally fragile…Then this news of Jan. Now he brings up Andrea. God. He knows better. He knows how jealous she is now. At first, she was fine with the occasional nights with Andrea because he always came home to her. But lately, he and Beth had become more into each other, and with that seriousness her territorial jealously skyrocketed. He’d moved his office home so now more often Beth was bound somewhere in his office or down the hall when she wasn’t doing something for him. Hell, she was often restrained in some way when she was doing something for him. In their grief, they could do nothing but gently console each other. They spent a quiet evening just being close. They prepared a small, quiet dinner together and went to Jan’s to support his household. The evening at Jan’s was very tiring and they came home late, as they were his closest friends. This evening it seemed to be an unspoken agreement that they were just Nick and Beth, not Master and pet. Their grief was just too great, weighing them down heavily so that by 10 o’clock, they were asleep in each other’s arms, the TV still playing quietly in the background. * * * * * She awoke with a start, jolting Nick awake as well. “What’s wrong, kitten?” he asked, stroking her cheek with the back of his index finger. “Another bad dream…” “Do you remember it?” he asked excitedly, hoping that maybe this could provide an insight into the mysterious dreams plaguing his love. “It was Shane,” she said simply. “Shane?” She sighed. “Shane was my last Master.” Chapter 2, Shane He had never pressed her for insights into her life. It just wasn’t his style to pry. He just assumed she’d tell him what she wanted to tell him when she was ready. His patience had finally paid off. She sighed and settled in closer to him and continued her story. “Shane was my first Master. It didn’t start out that way. We’d met through some mutual friends at a party and ended up avoiding the party and spending the evening alone together. We talked for hours and hours, long after the party had been over. Since we knew the hosts, they told us to talk as long as we wanted, make ourselves at home, blah, blah, blah. We figured the least we could do since we were still up and talking was to clean up some. We did dishes, put furniture back, and when we were done, we quietly slipped out and went to an all night coffeehouse. “We ended up spending the entire weekend together, falling asleep in each other’s arms from time to time. The party had been on a Thursday night to kick off a long weekend, and from the moment we met, we didn’t leave each other’s company until Sunday night. “We’d gone back and forth to each other’s apartments for showers, changes of clothes, things like that, but even that we did together. Thursday night we spent at the party, Friday night we stayed at my apartment, and Saturday night we stayed at his. We didn’t have sex. When I said slept, that’s exactly what I meant. We enjoyed each other’s company, but it was more like we’d already been together for years. There was none of the urgency of new young loves. We just wanted to be near each other. There wasn’t so much touching and exploring as new couples. We simply held each other. “At one point, I think we looked at each other and felt that tug, as if we were meant to be. Then, suddenly we simultaneously said ‘I love you.’ We said it with wonder, as if we didn’t realize it until it was said. But it wasn’t just wonder conveyed in those words. It was as if some old instinct, some old song, long forgotten was repeated for the first time by new lips. It was truth. “That night, I believe it was right after the 4th of July, he touched my cheek, feather soft, stared for a moment and asked me to marry him. It wasn’t something I had to think about, but it wasn’t a spontaneous answer. It was as if I was retelling a treasured story. In a word, the answer was ‘yes’. “We moved into his apartment because it was closer to where we worked, and the rent was cheaper. There were no disagreements about whose apartment had the better view, or better furniture. My apartment was small, but homey, came furnished, and the only view was of the old lady across the ally, Mrs. Allen. “After we’d spent the weekend together, the next weekend was time to move me in. We started on Saturday morning, and we were done by lunch. I didn’t have much. “His apartment was much nicer than mine. It even had a view of the park outside of the building. He had another bedroom, but again the thought just didn’t occur to us that we would be apart. There wasn’t the excitement of a new couple moving in together, as depressing as that may sound. It was almost as if we just knew this was meant to be, and we were just doing our jobs. We weren’t unhappy or upset, just…being. We didn’t have to stop every 10 minutes to touch each other either. When we finished, we had a quiet lunch, and curled up together on the couch to watch a couple of movies. “I made dinner. Nothing special, it was just vegetable soup from a can and cheese sandwiches. I didn’t have to ask, I already knew that he loved that. I didn’t know because he told me, but because I simply knew. “Are you seeing a theme here, Nick?” she asked, gazing at him quietly, until he nodded. She continued, taking one of his hands in her two. “That’s simply how our life together was. We just knew what the other wanted. He also knew, without my having to tell him, that I was still a virgin. He never pressed, though I could tell sometimes that he was frustrated. He never pressed because the time just wasn’t right. “Months passed and we got steadily more intimate. At first, we would just touch, then we would undress for each other. I learned the wonderful feelings of his tongue and hands and fingers in and on my most intimate places. It was wonderful. I wanted to do something for him because the time for sex still wasn’t right. He taught me how to please him in other ways while he continued to show me how wonderful I could feel without sex. “Finally, the time had come and I was ready.” She paused, smiling. “He wanted to make the night even more special than it already was. It was so cute. I came home to candles, rose petals, and soft music. He was standing in the doorway when I came home. He was smiling. It wasn’t a huge grin or a hungry smile; it was a smile that a mother gets when her child is about to come on stage as the star of the school play. It was pride. “He opened the door for me, and closed it quietly after I’d gone through. He followed me through the hall to the study, so I could put my things from work away. As I was setting my bag on the desk, he came up behind me and began massaging my shoulders, and kissing my neck. When I turned around to kiss him, without a word, I put my arms around his neck as he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. “I didn’t have to check for physical signs to know his hunger was growing exponentially. His kisses became frenzied and aggressive. When we got to the bedroom, he nearly tossed me on to the bed and pounced me!” she giggled. “It was already a great time. He asked me if I was ready, and of course I was, but he didn’t just begin fucking me like some wild animal. He started out as we usually do. His hands and his tongue were everywhere. I told him I didn’t quite know what to do with myself and he said he’d thought I might say that, but his idea to remedy that would come later. “He told me that if I felt I was near orgasm to tell him. When I was about ready to crawl out of my own skin trying to hold myself back, I told him I was ready. He whispered in my ear to try not to come until he was ready. Oh what excruciating ecstasy as he continued touching me. “Suddenly, I felt him nudging between my legs. ‘Are you sure you’re ready?’ He’d asked. “I knew there was no turning back. I mean, I could have said I wasn’t ready, but I knew I couldn’t do that to him, so I just nodded. “The pain at first was horrible. It felt as if I was being torn in half. He let out a loud groan of pleasure as I whimpered and writhed beneath him. “He held still, whispering softly to me, assuring me that it wouldn’t hurt long, but would feel wonderful if I just trusted him. “When he started to move again, I was beside myself. Pain had never felt so good. He’d been so right. “It wasn’t long before I started moving with him, and somehow he managed a chuckle as we both moved to a frenzied pace and I was like a wild animal, or so he said later,” she said, grinning. “We fell asleep in each other’s arms soon after we’d both reached our release. I’d never in my memory been so happy. “Our routine changed only slightly to accommodate our increasing desire for each other. Instead of watching Oprah between work and dinner, we had a quick romp, and then it was time for dinner. “I see our relationship progression as very odd, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. We were instant friends first, then a couple, then lovers, and only then did our lust develop. We were so happy, I don’t see how it could have worked any other way. “But as I said, our appetites for each other grew and with that growth came experimentation. If you remember, on that first night, I said I’d commented that I didn’t know what to do with myself, and Shane said he’d do something about that later. Well, later had come. Shane pulled out a trunk I’d seen, but never bothered to ask about. Not to mention, snooping was completely out of the question. When he opened the trunk, I was dumbfounded. Imagine a trunk about as long as a king size bed, and wide and tall enough to make a good bench at the end of the bed, which was where we kept it, covered by a quilt my mother made for me before she died. Anyway, when he opened the trunk, there were all sorts of things in there. I’d never seen a ball gag or a harness, nipple clamps or anything like that and I was fascinated. He just sat back and answered my questions and chuckled at my reaction to these new things. “Finally, after I’d gone through everything, or so I thought, he told me that as soon as I was ready to move, his bid on a house had already been accepted. With a grin, he said I’d better be ready by the end of the month, though, because that’s when we were moving. Then the real shock came. He told me that now that we have a house, there’s much more to the trunk than what is inside. The reason he got the house was because it had a basement. You guessed it. It was perfect for a dungeon, and he’d already started working on it. “It didn’t occur to me to question him or even be concerned that I wasn’t in on the decision. I almost preferred it that way, and I was almost shocked when I realized that. I’d never been good at making decisions, so it was just natural for me to let him make the decisions. “’Beth,’ he’d said, ‘I want you to consider trying a few of these. Not right now of course, unless you want to, but I do want you to consider it.’ It was as if he were a child trying to be optimistic about a new toy no one else liked. “’Shane,’ I’d said, ‘I want to. I’m curious. Show me.’” “So he showed me. He lifted my shirt over my head, and unsnapped my bra, sliding it off my shoulders to join the shirt in a pile on the floor. First, the nipple clamps. Again, the delicious pain, and I told him so. It felt so wonderful. I fell to my knees where we’d been standing when he put them on. He stared at me a long moment, as if he were going to ask me something, but then he undressed and knelt in front of me, where I’d stayed on my knees, watching him. He pulled me to him and held me for a long moment. I was beside myself. The sensation of the clamps pressed between us made me almost too weak to even stay upright, but he held me there while his hands traveled slowly downward until he was massaging my ass. I was moaning and clawing his shoulders by now, but he told me to calm down, we were only beginning. “When he let go, the sensation on my nipples was again almost too much and I went down on all fours, and fell on the floor. He chuckled and grabbed me around the waist, setting me back on all fours, saying that was best for what was next. I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. The sensations were just too much. I felt his hands moving my legs apart and his hands moving between my legs and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning any more. He chuckled and said there was even more fun to come. I cried out and asked if he was trying to kill me by over stimulation. He only chuckled again and assured me I wouldn’t die. With that, I felt his fingers moving from my soaking pussy to my ass. Gently, he used my own juices to lubricate the passage of one slim finger into my ass. “I knew my thighs were quivering because I was so close to orgasm already. When he began moving his finger back and forth, I couldn’t take it anymore and I collapsed onto the floor, balled up in a quivering orgasmic mass. “I thought I was done then, but when I calmed down enough to uncurl, Shane, with a gleam in his eye, took off the nipple clamps and I nearly died all over again as the blood rushed back into my nipples. “As I finished that wave, I felt his tongue between my legs again, driving me to yet another climax. Finally, when he could no longer stand it, he fucked the ever-living daylights out of me, and I came twice more. “I must have fallen asleep from exhaustion soon after, because the next thing I remembered was waking up to the aroma of dinner. When I tried to move to go help him, I realized I couldn’t move. My arms were stretched and tied above my head and my legs were spread and tied apart. I was standing up somewhere, blindfolded. “’Shane?’ I asked quietly. “’Yes love?’ he answered from nearby, amid the clatter of dishes, and I realized I was in the kitchen. “’Shane,’ I said, for lack of anything else. I didn’t even know what to ask, or what to say when I felt his hand between my legs again, testing my wetness. “’Mmm. You’ll be ready soon,’ he said, and I felt something being pushed inside of me. “’Hmm,’ he mused. ‘If I weren’t about to feed you, I’d gag you,’ he said, the grin quite evident in his voice. ‘It’s a carrot Beth. I thought I’d broaden your horizons while the soup finishes.’ “My hips were churning, as if they had a mind of their own. But soon, I felt his warm hand on my abdomen, right above my mound. “’Beth. Stop.’ “I whimpered quietly, but I stopped. “’Good girl!’ he exclaimed with childlike glee. ‘Now you deserve a reward!’ With that, he began to fuck me with the carrot while his mouth attacked my nipples. I was in heaven and came again relatively soon. He left me hanging there as he finished the soup, humming cheerily. “It didn’t take long, and soon I was being untied from whatever I was anchored to, and led to a chair. I was about to sit when he stopped me. “’ Let me sit first, then I want you to sit in my lap and let me feed you…After I make a minor adjustment to your predicament here.’ “He pulled my arms behind me and tied my wrists together with soft rope, but he didn’t stop there. He wound the rope all the way to my elbows until they were touching. Then he told me to kneel on the floor, and he tied my ankles to my thighs.” “’There,’ he said. “I didn’t say a word. I didn’t know what to think. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t see. “Soon he grabbed me under my arms again and hefted me into his lap… and onto his waiting organ. We both let out purely animalistic groans and I began to wonder how he was going to feed me. But then I realized I didn’t care as he guided me to lean back against the table, and his hips began to rock gently. “’Open up,’ he whispered breathlessly as he guided a spoon of soup to my lips. Somehow we managed to keep this up until the soup was nearly gone and he gathered me up and carried me back to the bedroom, still bound and helpless. “He didn’t toss me this time because of the way I was tied. But he did nearly pounce me again. He pushed my tethered legs up to my chest and entered me swiftly and easily. I was already tossing my head from side to side and calling out to Shane and to every deity I knew. “Just before both of us came, he stopped and withdrew, leaving me empty and frustrated. He was back quickly, lifting my head to buckle the harness around my head, securing the ball gag in place. I became louder with my moans muffled by the gag as he entered me again and began pumping with renewed vigor. He kissed me around the gag as we both neared our climax again, and as we came, he collapsed next to me, still inside of me as I milked him for everything he was worth. “He let out another lusty groan of pure male satisfaction as he slipped out of me and rolled over on his side, catching his breath. “’And you talk about me killing you,’ he’d said. “I wanted to be held, I wanted to hold him. I wanted to be curled in his arms, but all I could do was let out a pitiful whimper because I was thoroughly bound and gagged, and beginning to painfully lose circulation in my arms and legs. “He’d apologized profusely as he untied me, calling me ‘kitten’ and cooing reassurances in my ear. “As soon as I could, I wrapped my arms around him and didn’t let go. I felt like crying, but I’d never been so aroused in my life. When I told Shane that, he suggested we talk about it, and talk about it we did. It was nearing 3AM when we finally decided that it would be best to sleep before work tomorrow, but that we’d probably call in sick anyway. But we were both tired, so we went to sleep, still completely naked, but each just enjoying the other’s company as we slipped into sleep. “The next morning, we did call in to work, and we spent the rest of the day talking, and he showed me his plans for the new house. We even went to see the new house so that I could visualize what was going to happen. “Over the next few weeks, I’d help him build things, and we’d test them out. He had to have me there, he said, because he wanted to make everything custom to us and for that, I had to be measured in various ways. One of the first things he made was a St. Andrew’s Cross. He got two wide and thick pieces of wood and put them on the floor in the shape of an X and told me to lie down on them. I have to admit it wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, especially when he started moving the boards back and forth, but, I was naked, and he kept brushing against me so it wasn’t all bad. He made a few marks here and there and then helped me up. A couple of days later, I went back down for another measurement and the cross was up, complete with ankle and wrist cuffs dangling near the top and bottom. Upon closer examination, I discovered that he’d made most of the parts moveable. He could tilt the cross so I’d be flat, or move the boards wider across so it’d be wider instead of taller, stretching me. “The next thing on his agenda was a strange looking thing at first. It was a piece of plywood with reinforcing boards on the back. He asked me to lie down in the middle with my arms and legs in various positions as he traced around me. After he’d done that, he slid the gag between my lips and tied me to the St. Andrew’s Cross so that I could see what he was doing next. I watched as he screwed in little cup screws every few inches around my outlines. I had no idea what he was doing, but I was already getting hot just looking at it. “Soon enough he was done and he took me down and told me to lie down on the board again. He moved my arms and legs where he wanted them and then started weaving a rope over me, from hook to hook, almost as if he were weaving a web between the hooks to hold me there. And hold me there it did. I couldn’t move a muscle. He even had some wound over my head. Then he began to touch me again. I would have squirmed and writhed under his touch, but I wasn’t going anywhere. He drove me to climax again and again with his hands, his tongue, his cock… it was wonderful. I decided that this was my favorite so far and after he took off the gag later that night, I told him just that. He told me not to get too excited, because there were more things he’d like to make for us. “Later in the week after we’d finished moving in, he had me lie down in this strange stuff, kind-of like foam, but not really. He positioned me just as he wanted me, arms by my side, but not touching, and legs spread fairly wide. I sank down into it and made a perfect imprint. He then fitted another box of the same stuff over me, like a lid. After I’d made the imprint on both sides, he held a pole over me and told me to very carefully hold on to the pole, holding it up as he tied my legs to it and lifted me out. He said he didn’t want any extra marks around the edges, it might ruin the effect. Then he just hung the pole from two chains we’d had hanging from the ceiling and let me dangle while he finished that day’s part of the project. “It was fascinating to watch this thing develop over the next few days. First there was the box, and then he filled it with light plaster or something. Soon, there was a life-sized version of me made from plaster. I started to wonder what this was for, but soon he covered it in felt and a thin layer of padding and then another layer of cloth. After he did that, he started smoothing cement over the outside. After a couple of days, when it dried, I was down there again spider-webbed to the plywood, watching him. He brought out some sort of chainsaw-looking tool and cut the whole figure in half. He lifted the original model of me out and rested it against the wall, staring at it for a moment as if he had something else planned for it, but he soon turned back to the shell on the floor. “’I’m going to have to do some more finishing touches on it, love, but this is pretty much it. Want to give it a go?’ he asked. “I smiled as much as I could around the gag and he took that as a yes. Slowly, taking his time to touch me wherever he could, he unwound me from the webbing and helped me lie into the bottom half of the shell. Then he placed the top half over the shell and I was amazed at how snugly it fit. It was like wearing a suit of armor or something. I heard the slither of ropes as he tied the two halves together and I began to panic a little. But before the panic could even develop, I began to get aroused so much that I started moaning and writhing as much as the tight space would allow, which was nearly none. I felt the whole thing moving and I realized it was being tilted to stand. Then there was nothing. I couldn’t even hear him working outside. My cries grew a little louder and the panic crept back like a starving wolf. Only when he heard this did I hear the slither of the ropes again as he untied the shell and slid the gag from between my lips. “’Maybe you’re not quite ready for that yet,’ he said. “It’s not that, Master, I just didn’t want to be left alone like that’, I responded, shocking both of us with the ‘Master’. “It was like the ‘I love you’. It was just spontaneous but right. We looked at each other for a long moment and then I lowered myself to my knees before him. That’s when our Master/pet relationship truly began. He told me to stay right where I was, he had been waiting for this and had something for me. He came back a few minutes later with a felt jewelry box and handed it to me. I looked up at him for a moment as I opened the box and when I looked down, I didn’t really understand what I was seeing. “’It’s a collar, Bethie,’ he said, taking the thick chain from the box. It looked like a couple of those doggie choke chains linked to each other, making a wider band. ‘Is it too much?’ he asked, concerned. “’I don’t know, Shane,’ I said, lifting up my hair for him to fasten it. It was a snug fit. It didn’t drop down at all, but stayed firmly at my throat. “He was smiling that daydream smile when he moved back around to look at me. ‘My God, Beth, you’re even more beautiful with just a collar,’ he said. “’Thank you, Master,’ I said, blushing and bowing my head as I felt the chain around my throat. “’I have different kinds if you like it. My last pet liked to wear a collar for me all of the time, so we had different kinds made so that she could wear them in public without looking too odd. I hope you don’t mind me going ahead and ordering a few, just in case,’ he said, hopefully. “’No, Master, I don’t mind at all. But just let me get used to this one first, please?’ I asked” “’No problem Bethie. We’ll go as slow with this as you need.’ “’Thank you, Master,’ I said, nuzzling against his calves. “He smiled down at me and ruffled my hair. ‘This may not be the best timing for this, but I have so much more I want to do down here. I want to have everything finished by the time you’re ready for it. And in order to do that, I need to make a few more of those models.’ “’Yes sir, whenever you’re ready,’ I said, really starting to get into this, and enjoying it. “He gathered me into his arms and we didn’t get back to the other models any time soon,” she said, smiling. Nick just waited while she took a sip of water from the ever-present glass beside the bed. More than once there’d been water all over the floor in the early hours of the morning. That memory made him smile. “Why’re you smiling that dreamy smile, Nick?” “Just imagining a hundred statues of you all around the house, dearest.” She chuckled. “Would you like me to continue?” “Oh, by all means!” he said with the enthusiasm of a child. “Alright, where was I? Oooh yes, after we made love again, or should I say, after he tied me in a back arching hog-tie and fucked my brains out, he gently lowered me into the foam again, still in the hog-tie. After that imprint had been made, he hefted me out of the foam by the rope that held me so snugly and deposited me on the floor for another quick romp. There’s nothing quite like sex in a hog-tie.” “Is that right?” Nick asked innocently. “Yes, that’s quite right, now should I finish, or would you like to test that theory?” “Well, darling, I think I’ll let you finish, and THEN we’ll test the theory,” Nick said with an evil glint in his eyes. “Alright, well. After I was ‘properly fucked’ as Shane liked to call it, he untied me and I just lied there. I may not have been able to move during my ‘proper fucking’, but I sure as hell exerted myself every bit as much as he did. Anyway, we rested for a while and then he lowered me into another foam, head first, so that the top half would be deeper than the bottom. In the mold, I would be bent backwards slightly. I had no idea why he’d do this, but he had tons of ideas and different positions. After I’d been settled into the foam, he began positioning my arms, one folded over my chest and the other shielding my sex. He said he’d put this one in the living room for guests, and if I were a good girl, maybe I’d be inside of it when the guests arrived. “I shivered and moaned as he placed the top of the foam over me again. “What I hadn’t realized before was the thought that went into each of these models. He had not only carefully thought out the rough outline of my form and how he wanted it, but he had placed pegs in the foam in strategic positions so that I wouldn’t sink any farther than he wanted me to so that the halves would even out. I was truly impressed as my eyelids drooped closed. “When I woke up, I was in the first shell he’d made, only there was a draft across my sex, and something was hanging from my nipples. But that wasn’t all. I realized I could see as he continued to work on the others. I was gagged, as usual, but this time it was different. It was more elongated and tooled. I simply assumed it was a penis shaped gag, like the one I’d seen in his trunk long ago. I tried moving a little, but it was too snug. Comfortable, but snug. He must have heard me shifting what little I could because he stopped what he was doing and came over. “’So you’re awake now, love? Good. I was just about to wake you up anyway,’ he said, waving the largest vibrator in our collection in front of me. ‘But if you’d rather just stand by and watch…’ he trailed off. “I merely whimpered. I was, after all, at his mercy. I could barely even take a deep breath. I guess he took that as I didn’t want to just stand by and watch because soon I felt the vibrator sliding inside of me. Just as soon, I felt it sliding back out again, as I let out a miserable whimper. Courtesy of http://www.exit69.com/members/kalyndrah/