She’s been waiting for this moment for what
seems like a lifetime now! Every since
the day she became slave; she has had a reoccurring dream about this moment
almost every night. She thought it would
never happen. She so wanted to be his
and to please him with everything she had.
She knew she should have told him, should have begged him, but she
couldn’t run the risk of him saying no.
Now, finally, that day had arrived, and even without her telling him
this is what she truly wanted.
He walked into her room, without saying a word
grabbed her by her long hair that was pulled back into a ponytail, and dragged
her out of her room. He continued to
drag her throughout the entire house with her on her hands and knees the whole
way until they finally reached his bedroom.
Still without a single word spoken, he dragged her to the end of his
bed, where there was a chain and a collar now attached to the footboard. She thought to herself that it wasn’t there
earlier, but maybe she just didn’t see it since after all, she wasn’t allowed
in there. He threw her against the
footboard of that bed, and attached her with a heavy metal collar to the chain
that was also very heavy. When he
clasped that collar and chain on her, she could do nothing but cry. It wasn’t tears of sadness like he might have
thought and feared, but she was overcome with joy and happiness. As she cried, he just looked at her and left
the room. It wasn’t to be mean, hurtful,
or cruel but because he knew she needed a few moments to compose herself. Unlike most slaves, she had a problem showing
her emotions to anyone, but especially to him.
After what seemed like hours but was actually
more like minutes, he returned to her.
He knelt down in front of her, looked her in the eyes and asked if she
knew why she was there. She hoped, but
didn’t and couldn’t say what was in her heart, so she just shook her head. He then smiled at her with that loving smile
he gives to tell her that he loves her, and told her she was there because it
was time for her to take her true place.
She started crying all over again, so completely overwhelmed with love
and admiration of this wonderful man. She
was so overwhelmed that she smiled through those tears and he knew right away
that it was truly time for her as well.
“You will only be on this chain at night when I
go to bed,” her Master told her. He
continued by saying, “this chain reaches to the bathroom and my bed. You will sleep on the floor where this carpet
is. You will have a blanket and pillows,
but no bed for you. In the morning, you
will awaken when my alarm clock sounds, what for me to get up, and I will take
the chain off so you can do your chores and work.” She looked at him with wonder, as he said,
“you will only ever touch my bed when instructed by me to do so. I will do anything I want in this bed, with
you on the floor without you ever making a sound. Can you handle this?” All she could do is nod her head, still
speechless. He then walked back
out. So overcome with emotion—as he knew
she would be—she fell asleep on that hardwood floor covered with a throw rug.
Several hours later, he returned to find her
still asleep. He kicked her gently on
her breast just like she likes it, and woke her up. As soon as she stretched she said, “Yes,
Master, what can I get you?” He again grabbed her by her long blonde hair and
dragged her still chained to his mattress.
He took his sword from his side, took it out of the sheath, and which
her breathing very heavily ran it down her neck very gently. He leaned down, very close to her ear, so
close that she could smell his manly odor that always drove her crazy. He whispered so quietly that she had to
strain to hear him, “don’t move.” He
then took that sword and swiftly cut her dress off of her, taking in every inch
of her body.
As her teeth started to chatter, he picked her
up with one arm and turned her over, her dress falling to the floor. He knew what she was expecting, but wasn’t
going to give that to her. Today, it is
all about claiming her as his property!
He grabbed her left wrist first, and then stretching her out as far as
he could, reached for another chain and bound her with it. She shivered in excitement—she loves the feel
of chain on her body, as he well knows.
He then did the same thing to her right wrist. He then slowly so she could feel his hot
breath on her, lend down to her neck and bite down hard until she shook with desire. While she lays there shivering and her teeth
chattering, he slowly ran his big strong callused hands down each of her legs
to bind her ankles. She shirked in
anticipation, hoping so much that he was finally going to play her! Knowing this, however, he turned and left the
room, leaving her to wonder and to smell his scent on his sheets.
She had hoped he was going to play her, but
since he left the room, she didn’t know what he was going to do next. She knew he thought she couldn’t handle being
at the receiving end of his devices, but she would give anything and everything
to be! She’s tried everything she could
think of to get him to do this to her, except for beg of course. Every piece of her being belonged to this
man, the man she bowed to, and the man she loved, but she could never beg him
to touch her! She knew the moment she
did that, he would hold her deepest desires against her.
For what seemed like an eternity, she laid on
his bed completely helpless not knowing what else he had in store for her. Finally, light from the other room came
pouring in as he swung the door open to his bedroom. She lay there motionless, thoughts racing
through her head as to what was going on now.
Just then, she heard the sound of a knife blade opening up. He grabbed her by the hair, lifted her head
back ever so slightly, and ran it across her neck from the throat all the way
back to where her ponytail was. When he
got to the back of her neck, he then slowly sensually started running that
razor sharp blade down her spine and back up.
Then he ran it to each of her shoulder blades and down to her ass,
zigzagging all the way down. When he got
to her ass, he paused only for a moment, to bite her on each cheek before
continuing down her ass cheeks and to each leg all the way down to her toes.
She didn’t squirm, hell she didn’t even move until he was done. She just let out a little light sign of pure
pleasure.
Next, he pulled out the candles for a little wax
play. He knew she’s never had it done to
her, but because of her love for extreme pain, he decided to use real candles
instead of the stuff he usually uses.
As soon as she heard the lighter, she got a little restless because she
loves all kinds of different fire play.
She had no clue though that it was for a candle, until the first drop of
hot wax hit her right in the middle of her spine. She squirmed with delight and let out a moan
of pleasure. That was the first sound
from her that was heard that night. He
covered her back and ass with wax, dripping one drop at a time and allowing her
to feel every spot it hit before he did the next drop. Once that was done, he took his sword and
slowly, carefully removed each dried drop one at a time with it.
He knows she doesn’t like to cuddle or any of that other
stuff, so he left the room for a few minutes while she composed herself a little. Not only that, he wasn’t done with her by a
long shot! When he came back to the door
(even before opening it) he could hear her teeth just chattering away. He slowly opened the door as not to startle
her, walked up behind her, picked her up with his strong muscular arm and
turned her over. She didn’t even mind
that the chain was cutting into her a little bit. He took off his shirt, lifted her head, and
tying it around her eyes, made a blindfold out of it. He then gently laid her head back onto his
bed.
He took his knife that he placed on the bedside table
still opened, and gently ran it over her breast. She squealed with excitement and
pleasure. He took that knife, and with more
pleasure, laid it against her neck and just held it there. She took a very deep breath, and forgot to
let it out. He had to tell her to
breathe! He ran that knife down every
inch of her body, paying very close attention to her nipples and cunt with
it. He then took the candle and covered
both breast and down with wax, then again took the dry wax off of her with the
sword.
He knew by now she was so far into subspace she was ready
for him to truly play her. He first took
his little black wire flogger that he made, and hit her breasts with it. Light at first, then harder and harder until
she almost had an orgasm. To make sure
she was truly enjoying it, he grabbed hold of her right nipple with his vice
grip fingers and squeezed. Before she
could do anything at all, while he had a hold of her nipple, he flogged her
breast again. She tried to muffle her
orgasm but with her arms being bound and no ball gag or anything else to help,
she screamed in utter pleasure. He then
did the same thing to the left breast until she screamed in pleasure again.
He picked her up quickly enough that she couldn’t process
what was going on, and flipped her back onto her stomach. He picked up some of her floggers that she
had from doing her scenes with her bottoms, and one by one hit her with them
until he found out she just couldn’t react to those today. He picked up his favorite one from his own
collection, the red and black barbed-wire flogger. He’s used it on her a few times before just
to get her use to it, but never anything like this. He, sensually at first, swiped her with it
across her back a few times. He leaned
close to her, and whispered, “every time I hit you from now on you will orgasm
for me.” The first couple of times, as
he expected, she didn’t comprehend what he said, so he said it again. The next hit, not even half of what he could
give her, she reared up and had an orgasm.
The one after that, the orgasm was even fiercer. He didn’t stop to allow her to process any of
the blows, so the orgasms went on and on, each time more fierce than the
last. That went on for what seemed like
forever. He then, suddenly, turned and
walked out of the room again.
When he finally came back, he brought some more of her
toys out just to see what would happen if her own stuff was used on her. He started paddling her, and with each and
every blow, she would orgasm. After
using several different paddles on her for almost a half an hour, he figured
she couldn’t possible handle more. He
started to undo the chains that bound her to his bed, and she whispered,
“Master, please don’t stop!”
He looked at her with pride in his eyes, which is
something he would have never allowed her to see! He knew what she meant by her statement, and
was more than willing to give it to her the way he knew she has wanted him to
for months now. He grabbed her hair
lifting her to her knees still fully chained to the bed. He guided her head to his throbbing cock, and
with a swift hard movement, placed it into her mouth. With her hair in his hand, he guided his cock
in and out of her mouth for several minutes, with her moaning in complete and
total desire the entire time.
Knowing how much she has wanted him to take her completely
and totally, but her refusing to beg him for it until tonight, he gave it to
her. As soon as he took his cock out of
her mouth, she started begging for it back.
Instead, he moved her slightly, still with her hair, and forcefully took
her completely. He pounded her like
she’s never felt before. As soon as his
cock touched her, she has one of the most intense orgasms she’s ever had
before. With every single thrust it was
deeper, harder, and faster. The faster
and harder he went, the more he pulled her long ponytail hair. The more he pulled the more she came. This went on for well over an hour, until
finally he screamed for her to squirt, which she quickly did. While she was doing that, he was having his
orgasm too.
When he was all done, he unchained her wrists and ankles
and removed the blindfold, and told her back on the floor. Without a single word, she did as she was
ordered to do, with a huge smile on her face.
This was truly what she’s been dreaming about since the moment she met
him and so much more. It was such an
orgasmic experience that she was in subspace for over two weeks
afterwards! Every night, still several
months after the fact, when she is chained to his foot board for the night, she
remembers the night she was placed there the very first time.
©Jackie Daniels 2012
