i am kneeing, completely naked, in the position that i am to assume with my Master. He has told me that i must always have my eyes downward, kneeing with my back straight and my hands behind my back. He has told me that i am not allowed to wear clothes in His presence, except in public, outside the confines of the house. Within these walls, the only thing i am ever to wear is my collar. i am NEVER to address Him by His Christian name, even in public. i do not have that privilege, and He has made it clear that the consequences of breaking this rule will be very dire. Whether we are sitting or standing, in the house or in the company of others, i must be physically lower than Him at all times. When we are out in public, i must always walk two paces behind Him with my head slightly lowered.
As stated in the contract i have just signed, i have signed over total ownership of my body, mind and soul. i remember His words as i read through the rules in the contract: “….Onceyou sign it, there is no turning back. Do you understand that?” i belong totally to Him now. my Master walks across the room, while i continue to hold position. If i break position, i know i will be punished, as He has not told me to move. i continue to look downward, as i am not to look directly at Him unless otherwise instructed.
He finally speaks. “Kathryn, come here. Slowly, on Your knees.”
i crawl over to Him. He is standing over me, and i can see in my peripheral vision, that He is fully dressed. “You need to learn your place, Kathryn, that you belong to me totally now.” He pushes my head down with His foot and commands me to properly show reverence.
i lower my head and kiss and lick His shoes. This fills me with a great joy, a complete feeling of belonging and peace. i am exactly where i should be. my Master suddenly lifts his foot under my chin, pushing my head up.
“Look at me.” He commands. i look up and meet His eyes, which gives nothing away. His expression is indiscernible.
“Do you understand your role, Kathryn? You are here to serve my needs and desires without question. You will do what I ask without hesitation.”
“Yes, Master, i understand”
He walks towards the table, pours a drink of brandy into a glass, and sits down.
“Kathryn.” He signals with his hand to the place in front of His chair, under the table. i crawl to the area He has indicated. Again, he lifts his foot onto my shoulder, pushing me down. “Lower.” He instructs me. i remain in a kneeing position, with my head and torso pressed against the floor, hands behind my back. He places His feet on my back, using me as His feettool, reminding me that i am His property now.
“Good. Good girl.” He says. “You are quick to learn your place. A slave who truly understands where she belongs.”
i feel His crop lightly struggling my back and tights. He keeps this close at his side, to punish me should i move. i understand that i do not have the rightto move at all, as i serve as His furniture.
After what seems like forever – Minutes? Hours? – my Master says to me: “How much do you trust me, Kathryn?”
i answer, “Completely, Master, with my very life.”
He reaches down, lifts my head and shoulders. “Look at me.” i meet his gaze. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, my Master, i am completely sure.”
He touches my shoulder. “Stand up. Walk over there.” He signals to a column that supports the ceiling, in the middle of the room.
i walk over to the column. “Put your hands above your head!” He orders me. i put my hands above my head, leaving my entire body exposed.
i notice that He has a black silk scarf in His hand. He walks around me, inspecting my body. He reachings behind me, tying the black scarf around my head, over my eyes. i can feel Him tying my wrists to the wooden column, the harshness of the rope rubbing against my wrists, threatening to cut into me with the slightest movement. i feel so vulnerable and so afraid, unable to see, unable to move my arms. i can feel Him parting my legs slightly. i can feel His fingers brush past my sex, my warm wet folds. i am becoming wet for some reason, and my cliporis is throbbing, as i tremble, appreciate. This entire time, He has not said anything to me.
He finally speaks: “You will give everything to me, every cell in your body. Is that understand?”
“Yes.” i can feel my breathing quicken with my heart rate. i hear His footsteps; He is doing something on the other side of the room. i listen for any indication of what is happening.
His footsteps get closer now. Suddenly i can feel cold metal with a sharp edge, tracing the skin of my breasts and stomach. It is then that i realize what is happening.
“Kathryn, do you know what this is?” He speaks quietly now.
“Yes i do, Master”. i hear the tremor in my voice as i speak.
i feel the blade tracing along my throat, biting into my skin. i suddenly feel a sharp sting.i am obviously trembling by now, breathing very quickly. i hear myself moan in fear and pain. i feel warm liquid, my very essence, running down between my breasts, towards my stomach.
He speaks quietly, tracing the blade across my skin, downwards now, towards my public area: “I want to remind you that your life belongs to me, which is what you have agreed.” i feel the sharp blade of the knife against my sex. i am terrified as i feel Him parting my lips. I feel the sharp point of the blade at my entrance.
“If I penetrate you with this blade, Kathryn, do you realize what could happen? I think you know what will happen if you clnch your muscles.”
“Yes.” i reply weakly. i am trembling uncontrollably, knowing that in my current position, my Master can do whatever he Wanted with me, that i have deeded my very being and existence to Him. That my life is His to take. i have signed myself over to Him, body and soul, but I wonder: Will He takes my life, spill my essence, my gift, so recklessly? my total submission to Him wrestles with my innate will to survive.
i now feel the edge of the blade being drawn across the inside of my left thigh, the pain biting into my flesh, making my cry out. i can feel warm wet blood trickling down my leg towards my ankle. i am aware of the tears running down my face, of pain and fear, ashamed that i am so afraid, when i know that i need to trust completely, otherwise i should not be here, in this room. i am also aware of the hunger inside me that is growing, the deep hunger inside my body. my warm wet folds must be glistening with my juices.
Renais i feel the point of the blade pressing against my cliporis. i can feel my thighs parting involuntarily, as my Master brings the tip of the blade once again to the entrance of my very being. i gasp as i feel the tip of the blade entering my body, my being. His fingers stroke my swollen cliporis. i am crying in terror now, every cell in my body aching with desire and craving.
“Please…no….” i am pleading. my Master holds my throat with His other hand, feeling my pulse, my survival instinct, strong and rapid underneath the pressure of his fingers.
He finally withdraws the blade. my legs feel as though they are about to give out, shaking, i can barely stay on my feet. i can barely breathe, and i can feel the thin line of blood from my throat trailing down to my wet, quivering opening.
my Master slides a finger inside my hot, pulsing passage. “You need to be stretched, Kathryn. You will need to be able to take my fist and various other objects. There are so many other ways in which I am going to use you.”
i hear a groan escaping me, as the sensing of my Master’s finger inside me is bringing me closer to the edge. i move my pelvis forward, to try and take more. “Please, may I have more…?” i am begging. my entire body is screaming to be filled, yet i am generally terrified that i may be made to take more than i physically can.
As if sensing my nearing climax, my Master withdraws his finger from inside me. i suddenly feel His hands around my throat, squeezing tight. “You do not EVER come until I tell you to! Your body belongs to me, and you release only when I grant you release! Is that clear?”
“Y-yes.” i am gasping for air as His grip on my throat tightens. i feel light-headed, i am about to lose consciousness. i cannot speak; i cannot even beg for air, i cannot make a sound. My Master releases His grip around my throat. “Good. You will obey this command.”
“Yes, Master, i will.” i am breathing heavily now. My legs feel so heavy, they are about to give out, however i am tied in an upright position to this column, and my body is held up by my binds. My muscles are screaming, i am about to pass out from the age.
Suddenly, i feel two fingers inside me, then three, then four, stretching me. “Open for me, Kathryn. Do it.” He says very slowly. Pain sears through me, my tight entrance resistanceg the invasion.
“i – i cant…Please, i can’t!” The insides of my warm, wet entrance feel as though they are being split in two, my body is being ripped apart. Hot tears of pain and terror run down my cheeks, and i want to pass out from the pain of being torn open by His fingers..
“You can, and you will. Now!”
My Master forces his entire hand inside my warm wet folders. i feel His knuckles grinding against my pelvic bone. The pain is unbearable, i think i am being torn open from the inside out. i almost pass out from the age of being forced open completely. i feel His fingers massaging my cervix, as He drives the rest of His hand into me. i am sobbing loudly now, crying out with pain and fear and intoorable ecstasy, I pray that i am not bleeding, as He opens and closes His fist inside me, stroking my inner muscles inside my wet, aching passage, taking me further and further towards beautiful release. i cry out, tears running down my face to my breasts and pubis, i am that close to the edge. i am on the edge of being consciousness, pain and pleasure have no dividing line anymore, they are one. i am losing my mind in the sensings, losing all awareness of time, where i am and even who i am. There is nothing else, only His voice, the pain and excite pleasure. i move my pelvis forward, wanting to take more of His hand and wrist into my body.
He thrusts His hand in and out of me faster Now, and more forcedly. As He does this, He says: ” This is what I am going to do to prepare your back entrance. It is not just your sex that I am going to use, Kathryn. I think I would like to impale your back passage, see how much you could take, how far inside is too far. “
“Please, no, I’ll do anything you ask, Master, absolutely anything, please, I’m so afraid…” i am at breaking point, I can no longer form cooperative thoughts, words no longer exist, only feeling. All the sensings – pain, fear, unbearable need, antinizing pleasure – are becoming too much.
“Kathryn, remember what you agreed to in the contract. You trust me with your life, remember?”
“Yes, Master, i trust you with my life,” i cry out. “Please, i can’t hold back…”
“You are released. Come for me. Now!” As He commands me to finally let go with my climax, i feel His finger opening my cervix, entering my womb, my very being. my mind, my very conscious evaporates, dissolves completely in the indescribable wave that is my orgasm. i am floating in the white light behind my eyes.
The ecstasy comes in a wave over me, my muscles clenching around His fist inside me, my warm juices flooding His hand and my swollen, throbbing outer lips.
i think that i am screaming, then velvet blackness comes over me.
……………………………………………………………………………………..
i open my eyes. my wrists are free, and the blindfold has been removed. My Master is carrying me across the room.
He lays me down on thesofa on the other side of the room, underneath the window, near the fireplace. my legs feel very heavy. i start to drift into unconsciousness again.
i wake fully to my feel my Master stroking my forehead gently with His hand. He is sitting on the sofa, my head in His lap. i can feel something soft tracing the outline of my lips. It is the tip of His shaft. i take His cock into my mouth, my tonguecircling the tip. i feel Him pushing further into my mouth, further down my throat. .My Master strokes my hair, He is speaking very softly: “Take it. Take it all. Do it now…” He holds my head firmly and thrusts deep into my throat, as if it were my tight, pulsing passage. i feel as though i am choking, i can’t breathe. i am gagging, gaping for air. He starts to pump harder, faster. i feel that i am close to passing out again, then i feel His grip on my hair tighten. and His shaft pulsing half way down my throat, and i taste the salty bitterness of His seed exploding into my mouth. ihear a deep moan from Him as He releases His essence down my throat and into my body. i swallow His beautiful juices, taking them into myself, as i have learned to appreciate this as a gift from Him, that it is an honor that i may give Him pleasure with my body in this manner.
After some time, He commands me to look at him directly. From my position in His lap, i meet His eyes. He orders me to knee in the position that He has trained me to assume in His presence at all times. This time, He orders me to look at him as He addresses me.
Once again, His cold, piercing blue eyes betray nothing of what He feels. He holds my gaze.
“Kathryn, tonight I am going to mark you with a temporary mark of my ownership. When the period of time stipulated in the contract has ended, it is Then where you may decide if you wish to leave here with your freedom; or if you wish to continue as my slave. If you wish to continue as my slave, you shall be permanently marked as my property. In this contract, however, you have agreed that you belong to me totally, that you give everything to me, for the period stated. Yes?”
“Yes Master, I give you everything i am.”
“As I have total ownership of your body mind and spirit, Kathryn, and you understand this, I shall rename you for the duration of the contract, thus reinforcing the extent of my ownership, of even your identity.”
“Yes, Master, i understand this.”
“Good. I shall call you slave cara, and that is how you will refer to yourself to anyone I introduce you to, that is the name you will answer to for the duration of the contract. Is that understand?”
“Yes, Master, it is understand.”
i am now slave cara, property of Master Charles.
i wonder how i will be marked – will it be a piercing or perhaps a symbol or His initial cut into my flesh? For it to be temporary, if He were to carve my skin, the cut could not be too deep. A brand would also be too permanent.
As He leaves the room, i am left wondering how i will be marked. Pleasant anticipation begins to fill me, yet appreciate slowly crawls upward, over my skin, making me shiver with dread as to what I am about to endure.
After what seems to be an ageing wait for an eternity, my Master returns. In my peripheral vision, i can see the glint of metal. He is holding what appears to be a blade similar to a scalpel, in His right hand. my mind is racing: what is He going to do? Where is He going to cut me? How deeply? my thoughts are traveling in a thousand different directions. i am trembling all over as i feel Him forcing me onto my stomach, my wrists and ankles are being bound together, and i can feel my thighs being strapped together, with thick leather straps which further immobilize me. i feel so completely vulnerable, every inch of my nakedness is exposed.
Searing pain shoots through my right buttock, as i feel the blade slicing through my delicate, sensitive flesh. Even though it is probaably quite shallow, it still feels as though the blade is deep inside me, cutting through my insides.
The intense pain is so extreme, i barely notice that He has at last finished. i cry out as i feel His finger tracing the pronounced initials “C.H.” that He has carved into my backside, the open flesh stinging to the touch.
“Now, everyone will know to whom you belong, once they see this”. My Master speaks slowly, as He strokes my throbbing buttock. An incredible feeling of joy and belonging washings over me. i have never felt as truly loved and understand as i do in this moment.
i feel Him loosening the leather straps that are keeping my body taut, held in a hog-tie. i feel the binds attaching my wrists to my ankles being released, and i slowly straighten my stiff, aching legs.
“On your knees. Properly”. my Master orders.
Every stretch, every slight movement is ago, and my right buttock feels on fire as i raise my body onto all fours, and into the prescribeed kneeing position. my thigh muscles are screaming, and i cry out involuntarily.
“I didn’t tell you that you could make a sound!” He grabs my hair and pulls firmly. i don’t dare make a sound, as i know that i will be punished. i feel so privileged, so complete and fulfilled to be here for His pleasure and to serve Him, and will only speak when addressed or given permission.
i am Very careful to keep my head lowered and my eyes downward, as i have learned during my training.
i feel Him bending down and attaching something to my collar. It is a thick black leather lead, i can see it out of the corner of my eye. i suddenly realize that it has been in His pocket for some time. He has never had me on a lead before – He once attached four heavy, cold chains to the ring of my collar: two were attached to shackles around my wrists; and two were attached to clamps on my nipples, that tightened a little more every time i would try to raise my head. i vividly recall the almostintolerable age as He had raised my arms, attaching the shackles to even larger chains affixed to the wall of His room, where He had left me for an hour. i recall the hot, singing tears of pain on my face, the ever-increasing warmth and wetness between my legs; and the depth of my love for Him that i felt in that hour, His gift to me is this deep feeling of peace, wholeness and serenity through the opportunity to serve.
my Master pulls gently on the lead. “Come here, cara, on all fours. And DO NOT SPEAK.” i comply as He leads me back into the dining area where i have previously been His feettool. He suddenly stops next to His chair where He drinks brandy as part of His nightly after dinner ritual. Exactly ten minutes past nine every evening, after He has finished dinner, and i have cleaned the kitchen and washed the dishes, i bring Him His special crystal glass of brandy.
“Stay here, and do NOT move until I tell you that you can.” He commands me sharply. i can hear Himopening cupboards and a drawer. i experience a mixture of excitement and appreciation as i can only wonder what He has planned.
i hear the sound of a cork popping and liquid filling a glass or some sort. my Master then turns and walks towards me, and places a small bowl in front of me on the floor by His chair.
” I told you I would introduce you to fine quality wine – wine you ARE NOT allowed to dilute with lemonade. “. He chuckles and take hold of the lead. i now can hear Him removing something from the countertop. He walks over to me once again, bends down and grabs my wrists, placing my hands behind my back. i feel cold metal around my wrists and hear a click as a lock snaps shut. my hands are cuffed behind my back.
my Master holds my collar firmly and pushes my head down Going to the bowl on the floor, and orders me to drink from the bowl. It is so difficult, keeping my balance with my arms cuffed behind my back. i have to use my already aching thigh muscles toSteady myself so i do not fall forward. The wine tastes so sweet, not at all acidic like the cheaper supermarket wines i am used to. It is like nothing i have ever tasted before, and i start to drink it more eagerly, causing some of the wine to spill onto the floor either side of the bowl. i instantly chastise myself for being careless.
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