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Subject: The First Full Day - D/s, M/f, cons
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The First Full Day...

	She drifted awake, her body still tugging lightly at her mind
with tiny aches and throbbings... reminders of the night just passed
and it's sensual wonders. As she opened her eyes, she could feel her
nakedness half exposed amid the tangle of rumpled sheets and she
smiled to herself, letting her mind drift down and focus on the sweet
residue of throbbing that even then was beginning to stir at the lips
of her sex.
	With a groan she rolled over, careless of allowing her breasts
to catch the caresses of the morning light which streamed in through
the hotel room window... he had seen them already... tasted them
already.... scratched and pampered and tormented them already...
hiding them now with a false modesty would be useless and silly.
	It took her a few moment to focus before she realized that he
was not there, that she was alone in the room. She sat bolt upright in
the bed and called out his name. Silence. A wave of panic and dispair
washed over her as she realized he had gone, and she felt herself
settle back onto the bed, an ache of another kind stirring in her.
	Suddenly she heard the light clicks of the card key and the
door opened. Instinctively she grabbed for the covers and pulled them
up, covering herself as he walked into the room, carrying a small bag.
He caught sight of her and stopped, a smile playing out on his lips.
	"Good morning" he said quietly, his eyes locking on hers and
almost searing her with the fires that glowed deep within them.
	She smiled and sighed and returned his greeting, then inquired
what might possibly be in the bag he was carrying.
	His smile widdened and grew a bit wicked as he set it down and
moved to the bed, crawling onto it and reaching out to press her back
until she lay beside him.
	"Fun things" he said quietly, and she felt his hand slip
easily under the covers and slide down her body to curl in and cup her
sex, a single finger slipping into her and finding her clit, stroking
it lightly. She moaned at this invasion and felt her legs parting to
allow him better access, her hunger already growing.
	He propped himself up on an elbow above her, staring down into
her eyes, his palm resting against her mons, the finger sliding gently
into her most private place, stroking her, almost casually, as one
might pet a beloved companion creature, and he spoke quietly, his eyes
locked on hers.
	"And did you enjoy last night" he said.
	"Oh God yes..." she moaned, her fire rising once more.
	"And do you wish to continue".
	"Oh please....."
	"And are you willing to follow whatever I ask... do whatever I
say... as long as it isn't outside those things we've already talked
about that you feel comfortable doing... or at least trying..."
	"Yes..."
	"Yes....sir" he said, quietly but firmly.
	"Yes sir" she replied and smiled up at him.
	"Good. Then here are a few things you should know about the
day ahead of you... First...." his smile grew even more wicked "...I'm
not going to let you cum for a long time today."
	She moaned, a stab of anticipation mixed with disappointment
washing over her, fueled by the finger that was now stroking deep into
her already moist and eager sex.
	"Second" his voice dropped and he leaned closer to her "I'm
going to keep you close to cumming... and when I feel like it, I'm
going to push you right to the edge."
	Her sex was truly throbbing now, aching to erupt under his
carress. But it was as if he could sense this, and the motion of his
hand slowed, holding her at a warm buzz of arousal but taking her no
higher.
	"Third, we'll be going out for the morning, but we will come
back here this afternoon... and by the time that we do, you will be
begging me to do things to you you can't have imagined before today."
	Her breath caught in her throat and she began to tremble, her
mind awash with hidden thoughts and forbidden images.
	"And fourth..." he whispered, his lips now almost touching
hers "once you have begged... I will do them all."
	And his lips touched hers, and she melted under their carress.
	And then, suddenly, he rolled away from her, his hand gone
from her, his lips vanished as he sprang from the bed and strode over
to take up the bag and place it on the foot of the bed.
	"So, have you chosen a safe word for yourself?"
	She smiled back at him.
	"Yes sir. And you know what it is. We spoke about it on the
phone that time."
	"Ah yes" he said, smiling, "....giraffe. Very well. And you
know only to use it if and when you wish me to immediately stop
whatever it is I am doing and end the game?"
	"Yes sir."
	"Very good. Though I'm hopeful you won't feel the need to use
it today. But then... we shall see... won't we."
	"Now" he said, suddenly forceful and business-like. "Get up,
go take a shower and then come and present yourself to me."
	She lay unmoving, attempting to gather her stunned wits enough
to be able to move. But he suddenly stopped moving and looked at her,
his eyes now calm and touched with curiousity.
	"Unless you'd like to start the day being punished."
	She smiled at him. 
	"No sir".. and dragged the covers off herself, rising from the
bed.
	
	She showered, luxuriating in the feel of her own hands gently
stroking her skin, and as they roamed near to her sex, she was so
tempted to let them stray inside... stroke just a little... have a
small accident of ecstasy... but she restrained herself, knowing that
it would displease him... and, she thought smiling, he probably would
be able to tell that she had, and she really didn't want to begin the
day enduring some unspoken form of punishment.
	She dried her body carefully with the large, soft towel,
regarded herself in the steamy mirror, smiled, and stepped from the
bathroom.
	He was seated on the foot of the bed, leaning back on his
elbows, casually, the open bag now at his feet, as he turned to regard
her.
	"Beautiful" he whispered, then nodded slightly at the floor
before him.
	"Come" he said quietly, planting his outstreteched legs apart,
providing a place for her. "Kneel here."
	She moved to where he indicated and sank down until she was
kneeling between his legs, her breasts no more than a few inches above
the junction of his crotch.
	"Did you enjoy last night" he said, his tone serious.
	"Oh yes sir. It was wonderful."
	"Was there anything about it that you did not enjoy".
	"No sir. It was.... No... nothing."
	"And you know I would never do anything to hurt you, or upset
you... or damage you."
	"Yes sir" she sighed.
	"But one thing I will do is push against your limits...
gently... but I want you to go to places you have never been before...
and to wallow in them."
	"Please" she whispered, her body beginning to tremble once
more.
	He leaned up until he was looking her directly in the eye, his
face mere inches from hers.
	"Then the first thing we're going to do today... is something
that will remind you of your new.... status? And will make my task of
keeping you moaning considerably easier..."
	He leaned down, as if to gently kiss her, but his lips slipped
beside her cheek until they rested against her ear... and she could
barely hear the lightly breathed words against her lobe...
	"I'm going to shave you."
	She moaned and a deep shudder rolled through her, even as she
felt the clenching of her already moistening sex.
	"I want you to feel" he cooed into her ear "how naked you are
to me... how vulnerable... I want every motion of your body to brush
against your sex... to torment you with that need. And most of all, I
want you to feel every tiny brush against you... every whisper of
movement on your skin. Now... if you think you will fight me as I do
this, then I will have to tie you up first. Do you think you will
fight me?"
	Her breathing was shallow and brief, now... ragged and
strained. He mind was swimming with the realization of what was about
to happen to her, part of it screaming in protest, part in joyous
release. But her throat could not close upon any sound and she merely
nodded sharply, once.
	"Too bad" he breathed into her ear...
	
	Behind the blindfold, she would only feel the strange
sensation of the foam that covered her sex, and the light, gently
pressure of the razor as it drew delicately along the edge of her
labia in short, slow strokes. She could feel as it was lifted from
her, and the slosh of the warm water in the basin as it was cleaned,
before it would touch her again.
	Her hands were bound behind her, and she was laying on them,
her own weight adding to their immobility. Her ankles were caught in
the loops of the rope and pulled wide, anchored to the corners of the
bed. She lay very still and let her mind absorb the sensation of her
humiliation and conquoring. She would be truly naked now... that
private, soft brush of hair gone, her hungry need open and exposed to
the delicate carress of silken panties or capturing ropes. She was
being absorbed into her own submission, and this ritual was part of
its' unfolding.
	She felt the pressure of the razor all around her sex, and
then the stunning, soothing warmth of the moist cloth as it was
pressed against her, cleaning her and lifting away the last of her
possession of her own sex.
	Then she felt something quite unlike anything that had ever
touched her flesh.... his warm breath, blowing against the naked skin
of her mons. She shuddered and moaned at a sensation that was more
intense than anything she had yet felt. Deep inside herself, she
longed to feel it once more, certain that this simple act would tip
her over the top into a wav of cumming. But instead she felt the hands
at her ankles, beginning to untie her.
	
	She rose from the bed and reached up to remove the blindfold
herself, feeling already worn out. She looked down at her sex in
wonder. It was clean and smooth, like that of a child, yet she thought
she could make out the swelling of lust there, in its' lips, and she
longed to run a finger down and feel what it must be like now.
	Her attention was pulled away by his voice as he emerged from
the bathroom, having emptied and stowed the basin and clothes.
	"Now, let me help you to dress" he said smoothly. "We have a
long day ahead of us."
	He strode across the room and reached into the bag that still
sat beside the bed, turning to her with a low smile.
	"First, something to keep your attention while we are out
today."
	She looked into his hands and a moments' puzzlement quickly
became a flush of blood into her face as she burned with the blush.
For there, in his hand, was an object... roughly the size and shape of
a small hens' egg. And from one of its' ends extended a thin wire
about 6" long.
	"Do you know what this is" he inquired, calmly. She shook her
head, already fearful.
	"I'll tell you then. This is going to be your companion for
the day. It will travel with you... inside you... while we are out.
And you've no need to be afraid of it. It's perfectly harmless.
Unless, of course..." and he was reaching down, drawing something else
from the bag, straightening... "I happen to do this..."
	She saw something in his hand, a small, rectangular object,
and she saw his thumb press something on it's side. Instantly, the egg
began to whine and vibrate madly in his other hand. He smiled broadly.
	"Remote controlled" he said simply.
	"Oh my God" she breathed, as he stepped over to her and stood,
his chest almost touching hers, his eyes gazing down, piercing her
sight like hot needles.
	"You've never felt anything like this, have you... felt the
weight of it... the size... the mystery of it. Well, I'm sure you'll
find it quite amazing...."
	She moaned and felt her sex clench, the moisture beginning to
flow, but she could not remove her gaze from his, even as she watched
his shoulder dip, as his hand extended down... and then she felt the
small, hard egg against her naked mons... then sliding over the lips
of her sex... parting them gently... and beginning to enter her.
	She gasped. It was very large at it's widest part... larger
than she had expected... but her lust lubricated sex opened easily to
allow it entry and then closed over it, almost drawing it deep inside
herself, feeling it pressing against her inner walls.... an
incredible, full feeling. ANd the end of the tiny wire extended from
her, dangling an inch or so. She felt herself taking slow, deep,
steadying breaths as she began to adjust to this strange new
sensation.
	He smiled and raised the arm holding the remote control.
	"Now, let's see if it works, shall we?" and his finger pressed
the button.
	Instantly her entire insides were alive with the tight, urgent
vibration of the thing inside her and she cried out as a wave of
tingling rolled through her, causing her to almost double over. But
even before it splashed against her face and rolled down her legs to
her feet, it's source was cut off and it began to ebb.
	"Oh yes" he said quietly, a hint of wonder in his voice "that
works very nicely. Now, let's get your other things ready."
	He quickly slipped the control into his jacket pocket and
reached for the bag once more, removing three small patches of some
sort of rough cloth. Two were only round patches, about two inches
across, but the third was a six inch square. And the fabric looked a
bit course... rough, like wool...
	"Would you fetch your bra, please" he said, casually, reaching
back into the bag. She moved on stiff legs and picked up the
under-garment from the dresser, turned back to see him unscrewing the
cap from a small tube of some sort. He moved over to her, smiling.
	"This is a medicated cream. It contains camphor, which
produces a sensation of warmth. I am going to apply a touch of it to
each of your nipples. But before I do, would you like to use your safe
word?"
	She felt a shudder roll through her and for a moment
hesitated. But she was also bursting with anticipation and did not
want this to end... not so soon after it had begun. She shook her
head.
	"No sir."
	"Very well" he said, and carefully squeezed a small droplet of
the white cream onto a fingertip, slowly raising it until it touched
the tip of her already tight and tingling nipple.
	For a moment, it felt cool, almost cold... then, gradually, it
began to tingle and in a few moments, she felt it... the chemical
heat... the burning.... It danced just on the edge of being painful,
but the effect it was having on her flesh was amazing. Her nipple was
actually throbbing now, sending short wells of sensations through her
with each beat of her heart. She felt herself lean back until she was
almost sitting against the low dresser as she absorbed this strange
new sensation, her eyes closed. Then she felt the chill of the cream
touch her other nipple... and in moments the warmth began to spread
through her for both points. She moaned and let the wavs of it roll
through her. She could hear him moving away, across to the bed, but
with her eyes shut, she mostly felt the icy fire in her nipples
penetrating to her very core.
	Then she felt something else touch her nipple and opened her
eyes. It was one of the little circles of rough cloth. He was gently
pressing it against the tight point of flesh, now sticky with the
cream. It stayed in place as he applied the other circle of fabric to
her other nipple, then reached down to take the bra from her and shift
it, carefully positioning the cups over her breasts so as not to
disturb or shift the newly applied pieces of cloth. Automatically she
slid her arms into the straps and allowed him to position it in place,
reaching around to draw the ends together and hook them behind her.
	At first, she thought this was all a bit odd... the cream, the
little bits of fabric... But then he stepped back, smiled at her,
satisfied.
	"Raise your arms over your head, please."
	She did so, and with a shock instantly understood what she was
in for. The rough patches of fabric, pressing tightly against her
nipples now, shifted ever so slightly, and it was as if a hundred
tiny, invisible fingertips had each selected a single nerve to stroke
for a fraction of a second. She blinked in surprise. He returned a
wider smile.
	"Yes, that should do nicely. Now, before we put your jeans on,
would you like to use your safe word?"
	She quickly tried to imagine the day ahead with this maddening
distraction constantly attending her nipples, every little movement of
her arms sending the slightest tickle into her sensitive flesh. She
drew in a breath and even that produced a momentary sense of awareness
that her nipples were now held fast and under constant stimulation.
	"No sir" she breathed.
	"Very well, then."
	He moved to the foot of the bed where her jeans were laid out,
took them up and handed them to her. Before she could mention it, as
if he was reading her thoughts, he spoke quietly.
	"No, no underwear today. I would like you... aware of your
position, if you don't mind."
	She sighed, and raised one leg, slipping it into the jeans. As
she slipped the other leg into the other side and began to pull them
up, he suddenly raised a hand slightly.
	"Wait. Stop right there."
	She virtually froze in place, the jeans now bunched midway up
her thigh, as she watched him take up the other piece of cloth from
the foot of the bed and approach her.
	He knelt down before her and carefully positioned the cloth
across his hand before reaching forward, between her thighs, and
slipping it over the seam at the top of the jeans legs, fussing with
it a moment until it spread out on both sides of the tight fold.
	"Now, very carefully, pulls them up, please."
	She drew carefully on the waistband of the jeans, and could
instantly feel the roughness of the fabric on the insides of her
thighs, sliding up them, approaching her sex... and she realized what
she was in store for.
	By the time she had the jeans drawn fully up against herself,
she could feel the rough fabric pressing against the lips of her naked
sex. She struggled to remain as still as possible while she closed the
button and zipped up the fly. Although any motion at all cause a wide
patch of her skin to be brushed by the fabric, at least her most
sensitive place was partially shielded from it's full effect, and for
that she was grateful.
	He rose before her, surverying her, almost clinically.
	"Now, plant your feet as far apart as you can, please."
	She carefully separated her legs and felt the lips of her sex
begin to part, ever so slightly, the rough cloth inching up, pressed
into her by the stretching of the jeans.
	"And now, if you would be so kind... bend your knees, slowly,
as far as you can."
	She sighed and slowly bend her knees, keeping her back
straight, and realized what he was doing. The lips of her sex, already
moist, now parted and the pressure of the crotch of her jeans pressed
the fabric against her, until it was firmly pushed against her clit.
	"Oh.." she sighed... "you are wicked."
	He smiled at her, pleased that she understood.
	"Not at all" he said. "Merely playful. Which I think, as the
day goes by, you will appreciate more and more. All right, you may
straighten up now."
	She straightened her legs and drew them together and could
feel the rough piece of fabric lodged firmly against her clit, the
lips of her sex closed over it, holding it in place.
	"Now, you may finish dressing, and begin deciding where you
would like to have lunch."
	
	By the time she had her blouse and shoes on, the furthest
thing from her mind was food. With every move the tiny, gentle
tormentors at her nipples and against her clit send tingles and
shudders into her... lightly, to be sure, but with a slowly increasing
urgency with each carress. She wondered how she would ever be able to
stand a full day of this stimulation. Most amazing was the fact that
the cloth between her legs was brushing the entire length of her sex,
from above her clit to the tiny tickle against the tight ring of
muscles at her other opening. That was going to be difficult to
endure, she knew.
	
	Finally, she was ready to depart, and turned to him.
	"Oh" he said, as if recalling it "you need one more thing."
	He reached into his jacket pocket and removed a small strip of
leather. As her eyes fell upon it, she realized it was a thin,
miniature version of the much larger leather restraints she had seen
in stores. In a way, it looked like little more than a leather
watchband, except that instead of a watchface being attached, it had a
small "D" shaped metal ring held against it by a small leather loop
rivetted to the main band which he began to slip over her wrist,
carefully buckling it tightly.
	He looked down at her wrist, giving it a critical appraisal,
then nodding to himself.
	"Yes, that will do nicely."
	"What for..... sir" she said, quickly remembering to add the
correct form of address.
	He smiled at her, his hand reaching into his pocket as he
spoke.
	"Because it's such a lovely day, and we will be out in public
today, this will take the place of a collar for you. Like the ribbon
last night, it is only temporary and it's 'hold' on you will expire
when it is removed at midnight. But while it is in place, it's there
to remind you of your position.... my pet. And, in case you should
forget, or your mind should begin to wander..."
	His hand withdrew from the pocket, holding a length of small,
silver chain balled up in it. He opened his hand and reached into it
with his opposite fingers, carefully picking out a small clasp,
drawing it from the jumble of chain and reaching down to slip it over
the "D" ring on the band around the wrist that she held before
herself. He let his fingers slide back, playing out the chain, and she
felt herself begin to swoon slightly, as she gazed down at her leashed
wrist... the other end of the controlling chain now in his grasp.
	He stepped back until the full two foot length of the small
but strong chain was stretched between them, and smiled at her once
more.
	"Today, you belong to me, my beloved pet. To pamper and
carress and pleasure as it pleases me. And believe me, it will please
me to please you greatly."
	He slowly drew on the chain and she felt herself pulled by the
band around her wrist toward him, stepping forward, the distance
between them closing until she was practically against his chest.
Smoothly he reached out and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her
close against him, holding her tightly, gazing down into her eyes...
before bending down and brushing her lips with his own.
	She let her eyes slide shut and absorbed the sensation of the
kiss, both chaste and lusty at the same time, and felt the throbbing
well up inside her. Then he slowly pressed her hard against himself
and moved his torso slowly, back and forth. The bits of fabric against
her nipples pressed hard and began to stroke her, sending shocking
waves through her flesh and she felt her knees beginning to weaken...
she wanted to cum now... to erupt and flow against him and feel the
heat of her burn them both until it welded them together. Pressed
against her hips she could feel the hardness of his cock and knew his
lust was equal to her own.
	But all too soon, she felt his grip on her loosen and the kiss
gently broken as he stepped back.
	"Not quite yet, my pet. For either of us."
	He looked down and carefully gathered up the dangling links of
the chain into his hand, before slipping his fingers between hers, the
chain between them both now, only the tiniest portion of it dangling
to reveal, to anyone who cared to look closely enough, that he
possessed her.
	"Shall we go?"
	
	The walk to the elevator was all too brief, and they stood,
their hands clasped tightly, the chain between them, waiting a moment
until the doors opened. There were a few people already in the
elevator as they stepped in and turned to face the doors, the maneuver
a bit clumsey without releasing their hold on each other, but managed
without too much fuss.
	She watched as the numbers ticked away and the elevator
descended, and just as it reached the second floor, she felt him lean
in close to her, his lips pressed lightly against her ear and the very
quietest breath of a whisper...
	"I can smell your lust..."
	And she felt a warm flush race into her cheeks, just as the
elevator stopped and the doors slid open. She moved her leg to step
out, his words propelling her on a cloud of confusion and
embarassment, but before she had taken a single step, she felt the
sudden stab of tingling deep inside her sex as the toy leapt to life
within her.
	She almost stumbled, keeping her balance only because of his
firm grasp on her hand and he was guiding her through the lobby, her
mind completely distracted now, her vision unfocused... the tickling,
teasing of the patches against her nipples and stroking her sex and
clit with every step along with the rippling waves of the demon toy in
her sex caused her whole skin to tingle and she wanted so badly to
simply drop to the floor and stoke herself to a quick release. But he
continued to guide her through the lobby, and into the revolving door,
their bodies jostling as it slowly turned and then, just as they
stepped into the crisp air of the day, the vibrations inside her
stopped.
	He paused outside, pulling her to a stop beside him, casually
looking slowly up and down the street, as if deciding which direction
they should travel. She stood beside him, her breath heavy and
struggling to focus her mind which slowly returned to her.
	"Oh god..." she moaned softly, an amazed smile pulling up the
corners of her mouth... "you're going to kill me with this."
	He looked at her, surprised and amused.
	"Kill you? Absolutely not" his voice heavy with mock
indignance, before grinning wickedly at her once more. "Only with
cumming, my pet. Only with cumming."
	He turned and she felt herself drawn along with him, as they
started off, strolling casually, down the block....
	
	The day was a delicious wonder of torments for her...
	
	They went to an art museum, slowly strolling the galleries,
stopping to examine the paintings and sculptures, and every so often
she could feel the toy gripped tightly in her sex roll to life for a
few moments. She could not get used to it, and each new attack would
cause her to moan and the muscles of her stomach to tighten, as if
attempting to milk the little demon for every delightful, intoxicating
sensation her body could draw from it.
	Eventually she figured out what he was playing at... every
time they passed a work which contained a certain shade of yellow, he
would turn it on and let it run until they passed before one
containing a certain shade of red.
	As they wandered in one of the back galleries, she became
aware that they were alone, and that he was drawing her around a
corner into a small gallery room. But before they had passed through
the portal, she felt herself gently turned and her back pressed
against the wall, his body close to hers, his hand slipped between her
thighs, his palm cupping and pressing against her sex. Instantly the
toy erupted once more inside her and she shuddered at the overwhelming
sensations as he leaned down and whispered.
	"If you want to cum, you have fifteen second to do so."
	And his palm began to stroke her, pressing the rough cloth
tighter against her clit, causing it to move, stroke and tease her.
She felt herself sinking under the torrent of sensations and the
tension of possibly being seen by some wandering patron all jumbled
together in her mind. Yes, she wanted to cum... so badly that she
could practically taste it in her throat. But the possibility of
someone witnessing her at that moment... the explosion of her most
forbidden lust on display to the eyes of some stranger... her mind
swirled and she heard herself whimper. The feelings in her body were
welling up now, overwhelming her, erasing the inhibition a shred at a
time... and as she slipped down, feeling the climax begin to well
inside her, she began not to care if anyone noticed... or saw and knew
beyond doubt of her pleasure... she merely wanted it... needed it...
desparately....
	Suddenly the toy froze and his hand withdrew.
	"Too late" he said, with a cruel casualness, stepping along
and drawing her with him.
	She practically sobbed with frustration, her entire body
throbbing now, urgent and needy, hung on the edge of a shattering
climax that slowly slipped away unfulfilled as them moved along.
	"You are cruel" she whined.
	"Oh, you shouldn't have said that" he muttered, calmly, and
she instantly felt a rush of fear.
	"Why not..... sir" she said, her voice now tight.
	"Because you'll have to be punished for disrespecting me."
	"But... but...." A tense laugh escaped her. "You're kidding,
right?"
	He turned slowly to gaze at her, and the look in his eyes told
her that he was not, and again, her sex clenched with anticipation.
	
	After the museum, they went to lunch, settling comfortably in
a small, intimate, darkly lighted cafe. Although they had a booth in
the back, he had her sit on one padded bench and slid in next to her,
casually taking up the menu, opening it and scanning it, talking
casually as he did so.
	"One thing you should know about this lunch."
	"Yes sir?" she said, quietly.
	"I will allow you to eat in peace, with no distraction.
However, everytime you speak to the waiter, I will turn on your little
toy until he leaves."
	"You wouldn't do that" she breathed, stunned.
	"No?" he said and smiled wickedly at her.
	
	"And for you, ma'am?" the waiter said.
	She glanced over at him, sitting there, still scanning his
menu, his hand casually buried deep inside his jacket pocket. She
braced herself, turned to the menu and opened her mouth.
	"I'll have - "
	And the words caught in her throat as her tense, tighly
gripping sex was once again assaulted by the toy bursting to life
inside her. She felt her body almost pulled forward by the the shock
of it, and caught herself, remaining motionless as possible, fighting
to adjust to it.
	"What would you like, sweetheart" she heard him say, casually,
beside her, this wicked, cruel, horrible, wonderful tormentor, urging
her on to her own destruction.
	She tensed against the trembling deep inside herself and, as
casually as she could manage, made her order...
	When the waiter, finally understanding her, walked away, she
felt the egg die out inside her and her entire body seemed to sag
against the release of tension. She leaned on her elbows and slowly
turned to look at him.
	"Do you know how badly I want to cum, right now, right
here..." she said, her eyes sparkling with an arousal she had never
before in her life felt.
	He looked at her and smiled, a loving, kind and grateful
smile.
	"I hope so, my dearest pet. I want you to feel that way
eternally."
	
	He was true to his word, allowing her to eat without any
distraction, though she found herself merely picking at her meal, her
mind and body both covered with a kind of longing itch that throbbed
deep inside her and would not leave. They talked quietly, and she drew
some comfort in being able to focus on the conversation.
	Then, just as they were finishing, she turned to him.
	"I have to go to the ladies room."
	He slowly looked at her and his eyes were stern and forceful.
	"Yes. I'm sure you do. But you are not to attempt to cum, do
you understand? And if you do... I will be able to tell... and you
will be punished. Severely."
	"Yes sir" she said, quietly.
	
	In the restroom, she stood, staring at herself in the mirror,
amazed at the look of herself. She was glowing... the arousal and lust
easily visible, there, inside her eyes, on the warm flush of her skin.
She let her gaze sweep slowly down the figure in the glass before
her... She noticed the tighness of the nipples, visible even through
the bra and patches of fabric... and at the crotch of her jeans, a
very slight darkening of moisture, not quite yet a stain, but
threatening to become one before the day was out.
	She looked at the woman in the mirror and suddenly realized
that what she was looking at was pure lust... a sort of embodiment of
wantonness and carnal desire. If the lights in the room were out, she
thought, this woman would glow with a heat that would light the gloom.
The stray thought brushed through her mind that, at this moment, she
could walk up to any man of her choice, and with a single smile or
fragmentary gesture, burn him through with desire to have her...
possess her.... couple with her. No man would be immune to this
heat... She was a flame and they were mere paper, to be consumed in
her erupting fires. And at that moment, she felt the delicious mix of
her present state... owned... and powerful beyond belief.
	
	The balance of the afternoon was a whirlwind of torments. They
strolled along, his hand casually linked with hers, the chain between
them dangling slightly...
	As they crossed one block, he turned to her and smiled, and
she felt his hand separate from hers. Glancing down she saw that he
now held the loose end of the chain, like a leash indeed, and slipping
his hand into his pocket, she felt the toy roar inside her once more,
before her turned and moved along, the chain dangling between them
now, herself truly being led on that delicate leash, now openly
visible, for the traverse of this one short city block... open to the
eyes of any of the passing strangers who might notice...
	
	It was dusk by the time they arrived back at the hotelroom. He
closed the door and moved, casually, to where she stood, reaching down
and gently undoing the clasp, finally freeing her wrist from the
chain.
	"Now" he said, casually, turning to look her in the eye...
"About your punishment"...
	She began to tremble, hoping he had forgotten about that.
	"Yes sir" she said, quietly, steeling herself for whatever he
might have planned for her.
	
	No amount of reason could have readied her for this. She was
lying on the bed, on her stomach. Her wrists were bound together
behind her, her legs drawn up at the knees, the ankles similarly
bound... and tight cords lashing the wrists and ankles together. She
was, for the first time in her life, hogtied and totally unable to
move. But the worst of it was the cords which bound her thighs
together, just above the knees... Those above all else, made it
impossible for her to dislodge the long, hard vibrator that he had
gently slipped into her sex and turned on it's lowest setting before
straightening up and surveying his handiwork.
	"There now" he said, calmly. "Well, I'm going to go take a
nice, warm, leisurely shower. Please don't go anywhere, my pet. I
won't be all that long."
	"Ooooohhhhhhh Goooooooodddddddddd" she moaned, feeling the
waves assaulting her, deep inside, driving her to a slow, boiling
frenzy.
	"Master" she blurted "I'm gonna cum. I can't help it. I'm
gonna cum."
	"Are you" she heard him say, his voice fascinated and amused.
	Suddenly, she felt a sharp slap of his palm against her
upturned buttocks. It did not hurt at all... merely sent a new sort of
shock through her... and with that single, stunning blow, her mind
tipped over and she felt her body roar with a bursting orgasm,
erupting with all the tension and accumulated lust of the day. She
cried out, her wail long and sharp as her body began to shudder and
twitch under the violence of the cumming.
	Somewhere far outside herself she heard him...
	"Yes. I suppose you are, aren't you.." before he turned and
moved, casully, into the bathroom.
	
	She came twice more before he returned, toweling off his naked
body, to stand over her, watching her writhe on the bed. Each one more
explosive than the one before it, followed by a slow sinking of her
nerves which never quite reached bottom before the combination of her
mind and the tormentor inside her sex began to drive her slowly
upwards once more.
	She was on her way to another climax when she felt him bend
over her and turn off the toy, gently slipping it from her, beginning
to carefully untie her bonds. As her legs came free she let them drop
to the bed, limp and drained. She wanted to lay there and drift...
drink in the sensations and float away to sleep on them. But he was
not quite finished with her yet. Not quite yet.
	
	She felt his hand gently take her ankles in their grip and her
body slowly, gently pulled, down the bed towards it's foot... a limp,
exhausted ragdoll. When her hips reached the very foot of the bed, he
gently lowered her legs until she found herself kneeling, her upper
body drapped over it, her breasts pressing into the mattress, her
bound hands resting heavily against her back.
	She felt his hand slip between her thighs and press outwards,
moving her legs apart... and then the slow process of rebinding them,
just above the knees, to the feet of the bed.
	She moaned, once again helpless and throbbing, her sex empty
now, yet still hungry.
	She felt him kneeling down between her spread and bound legs,
and the warmth of his chest as he leaned forward and pressed himself
against her back, his lips beginning to plant delicate kisses at the
base of her neck.
	"Now, my pet" he whispered between light carresses of his lips
upon the tingling skin of her back and shoulders "you must ask me...
Ask me to take you.... ask me to fill you... to join with you.... to
make love with you... ask...."
	She groaned, weakly.
	"Oh pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaassssseeeeeeee, maaaaassterrrr....."
she whispered harshly.... "give me your cock... oh Goooooodddddd,
plleeeeeaaaaaassssseeeeeee."
	And then she felt it... firm and hard and hot against her
sex.... pressing... parting her... slipping slowly into her.... his
chest pressed against her.... his cock slowly penetrating her, filling
her.... sinking deep into her... until she felt his hips resting
against hers.
	She felt his hand slip around her hip, the palm brushing
lightly, as his fingers curled down, sliding gently over her sex,
slipping between the lips and finding her throbbing clit....
	He began to stroke into her, very slowly... his fingertip
matching the motion on her clit... and then the rhythm of his
thrusting began to quicken.... his stroking finger circling her
clit.... his palm cupping against her, pulling her up so that every
thrust of his cock into her depths brushed against her limits and
caused her to moan with the waves of their fucking.
	Her mind slowly drifted, each new ripple of pleasure like a
tiny ocean swell to toss it a bit further from herself... the churning
in her mind and in her sex and on every inch of her skin sending her
further and further into that unknown land of complete bliss.
	And when he came, his body suddenly gripping her tightly, his
hot eruption searing against the walls of her, she too erupted once
more... this time as a part of him... as half of a single creature....
as part of something that was "them", together...
	
	She did not feel the exact moment his cock slipped from her,
nor his hands deftly untied her wrists and knees... nor even as he
helped her up onto the bed and lay beside her. She was drifting now...
lost in a new universe of undreampt of sensations...
	She only truly became aware when she felt herself being pulled
over, her body sliding onto his, her legs falling to either side of
his hips... his again throbbing cock finding and slipping into her sex
from beneath... and his slow stroking beginning once more...
	She lay across his body, limp, allowing his rolling, thrusting
hips to drive himself into her, again and again and again... his hands
gripping her waist to keep her trapped and impaled upon him....
	As the cumming rolled through her, she merely groaned and felt
the trickle of fluid running down, anointing his cock and pooling on
the bed beneath them.
	With the last coherent thought she could muster, she dragged
her mind together and the harsh whisper of a single word rolled from
her lips....
	"Giraffe" she said.
	
	She was asleep in a few moments, and did not feel as he
gently, reluctantly, unbuckled the band from her wrist, set it on the
table beside the bed, turned off the light, curled his body around
hers, laid his arm across her to cup her breast, closed his eyes and
went in search of her in some wondrous, shared dream....
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