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The Homecoming, Part 3 of 3
You release my hands from the railing of the balcony, and I stare at you in mute disbelief. I am on fire from the spanking you just gave me with your belt, and my nether region is equally ablaze with my desperate need for release after your teasing attentions. What more could there be to this punishment?!? Your warm hand gently cups my chin, and you hold my eyes with your penetrating gaze. "You have just learned that there will be severe consequences when you choose defiance, Little One. Now, you will learn that you will feel pleasure only at the hand of your Master. You will never take what is mine without my permission again after tonight. Pleasure is ONLY mine to give. Now, go in the room and 'Present', sub." You turn me toward the door and send me off with a quick slap to my already sore bottom. "Leave your pajamas here. You won't need them." Stunned, and quite frankly, a little terrified of this new side of you, I scramble as fast as I can to strip my pajamas the rest of the way off and climb onto the bed. As you commanded with the order to "Present", I lay flat on my back, my arms and legs spread eagle, my toes pointed sharply toward the corners of the bed. I wait there for you as you close the balcony and draw the curtains, feeling vulnerable and exposed as my already wet folds drip my arousal down onto the bed. I strain to see what you are doing without moving my head. I know you expect me to look straight up at the ceiling unless you tell me otherwise. I hear you from somewhere near the bathroom, "It won't do to have your screams disturbing the people in the rooms next to us," you say conversationally as you appear at the side of bed with what appears to be 2 washcloths. "Open, Little One." I look at you for a moment, not sure what you mean and then my jaw drops in surprise as understanding dawns. "You...you're going to GAG me?!?" You chuckle at my incredulous look and then nod. "Yes. Now, open your mouth." Your tone takes on a bit of the no-nonsense edge that I have come to respect, so I open my mouth...feeling just a little bit ridiculous. You fold the washcloth in half and push it in my mouth, then tie it in place around the back of my head with another knee-high stocking. "There. That should do it." Your eyes grow serious. "This is not going to be easy for you, Doll. The gag is there so you can just let go and cry out as loudly as you feel you need to. I don't want you to hold anything back from me tonight. Do you understand?" I nod my agreement and, though my mind is already swirling with apprehension. You go on to explain the rules for the rest of the night. You will do what you want to do to me. I will feel pleasure or pain as you choose to give it to me. I am not going to be able to beg, so there will be no asking permission to cum. If I cum without your permission, there will be immediate consequences. If I move from my position, there will be immediate consequences. If I want to safe out, I may lift my arms upward in a "Surrender" position, but this is punishment, so safing out will only delay the inevitable, and I know it. I take a deep breath and try to steady my nerves. I have a feeling I will learn a much needed lesson in respecting your rules tonight. You sit on the bed next to me, and teasingly run your hands along my cheek, down the soft, sensitive area behind my ear and over my neck, finally caressing down over my chest, belly and thighs before repeating the entire cycle. I close my eyes and begin to feel my pulse pick up at your touch. I am already very aroused form the recently finished whipping, and it doesn't take long before your gentle, erotic touch has me squirming beneath your hands. "Be still, sub", you firmly remind me, and I try to focus on controlling my limbs, which suddenly seem to have a mind of their own. Your hands become firmer, and I feel the power of your control over me in the strength of your grip as you take each breast in hand and then pinch each nipple. It doesn't hurt, not really...just enough to remind me that you are in control. I moan into the washcloth as you take each breast in your mouth, sucking and teasing them while your hands begin to roam further and further down toward the dampness and throbbing need between my legs. You brush the back of your knuckles lightly over my mound and I automatically buck my hips up to meet you. I am already losing control of myself as your fingers slip into my dampness and slowly start to circle my delicate bud. My only thought is in ending the delicious torture that you are inflicting on me....one orgasm...is that so much to ask?!? The tension builds and the heat of my bottom is nearly forgotten as my body begs for you to take more. You slowly bring me closer and closer to the edge, and as soon as I come near to going over, you slow your attack...moving your attentions to another desperately wanting part of my body. When I lose control of myself and move my arms or legs in desperation to reach for your touch, I am brought back to my senses with a hard, biting slap on my inner thighs. I begin to cry in frustration as you bring me to the edge of orgasm and then yank me cruelly back over and over again. I hear you somewhere in the background of my frenzied, spinning mind, repeating over and over, " You are MINE. Your pleasure is MINE. You WILL NOT cum without my permission." I lose track of time, of all thought, all feeling, except the pain-pleasure of the desperate need for release. I may be screaming, I may be begging, pleading and gasping behind the folded washcloth. I don't know. I am lost. I am surrendered. I am undone. All I can do is accept the confusion of feeling that washed over me again and again as you torture my body with endless pleasure. At some point, the desperation ceases. I seem to float away as I stop struggling to get to the ending I so desired a moment before. I find the place in myself that is so deeply hidden away that it takes the deepest depths of dominance to find it. I relinquish all control, all I have to offer to your total domination. Obedience to you, the overwhelming desire to submit to you solidifies somewhere within the core of my being and all I care about is pleasing you in this moment. I sob freely again as I allow the complete surrender to rush through my veins. There is nothing to think, nothing to do, nothing to feel, other than that which you offer me. My selfish desires crumble and I want only to serve you. Seeing the change in my body...you perceive that I have learned the lesson of complete possession you have set out to teach me tonight. Your fingers slowly begin to graze gently over the engorged flesh around my clit again until I am once again moaning and writhing in need of the orgasm you have so ruthlessly withheld over and over again. Your fingers slip forcefully into my tight tunnel as your thumb continues to tease my clit. I am lost to thought. I can only feel and respond in animalistic pleasure as I rock my hips with the motion of your ravaging hand. Finally, I hear your firm command. " Cum for me, sub. Cum for your Master." I explode on your hand, the screams and moans barely contained by the gag in my mouth. Tears flow unchecked down my cheeks as desperate, sweet release finally rolls in wave after wave of intense pleasure over my body. I flail and writhe uncontrollably as I let it all go. Not a cell of my body is left untouched by the intensity between my legs until slowly, gently you slow your assault. as the final waves run through my body in shudders of uncontrolled pleasure, you gently remove your hand and tell me I am forgiven. I am your Little One, your good girl, and you trust we will not have to repeat the lessons I learned tonight again. You cover me with a soft blanket and then move up to lay next to me, unfastening the makeshift gag and kissing me gently, lovingly on the lips. I roll toward you, the frantic pace of my heartbeat slowly returning to normal. My head feels fuzzy, and I am still not really capable of coherent thought; but I manage to sigh peacefully before I fall into much needed, exhausted sleep in your arms, "Thank you, Sir. I love you." The tension gone, the disobedience well and truly punished, I am finally able to move past my shame and rest in the assurance and love of my Master. -
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