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Her Reward 2/2
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Subject: Her Reward part 2
This is the second part of Susan R's story, Her Reward.
I must carefully prepare myself. I return to my bedroom and sit naked
before my vanity. I brush my sunstreaked hair until the curls cascade
softly over my shoulders. I apply my makeup with utmost care,
highlighting the sparkling desire in my eyes. The bow shape of my mouth
shimmers red and moist with invitation. My nails are long and smooth and
as red as my lips. I smooth my skin with warm, fragrant oil. With the
cool glass stopper, I dab my skin with fragrance-my neck, breasts, elbows,
mound, knees and toes. I look at the clock and realize I have only a few
minutes to complete my preparations.
The transformation for her master is nearly complete. Susan puts a smoky
jazz CD on the player and deliberately unlocks the front door. She
returns to her bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar...
'How long have I waited in darkness for you?' I hear the front door open.
It must be you. There is the rattle of your keys as you lay them on the
coffee table. A click as you lock the door. A rustle a you remove your
coat. Finally, I hear your footsteps approaching the bedroom. Each one
sends an electric current from my clit throughout my body. 'Will my
master be pleased when he opens the next door?' As if reading my
thoughts, the door slowly swishes across the carpet. It fans the
fragrance of wax and perfume and sex over my body. I hear your breathing.
I feel your presence. I smell your scent. 'Do you like what you see?
Have I prepared myself well for you, master?' I must only think these
things because you have taught me not to speak until I have your permission.
The candle glow flickers across my skin. My hair forms a halo about my
face. My eyes are covered with a dark silk scarf. I moisten my
burgundy-colored lips, anxious for any sign of approval. My breasts rise
beneath the white lace, my rouged nipples erect through the openings for
your viewing. Your eyes travel down my tanned body which glistens with
the fragrant oil. My mound is also covered with white lace but dark cunt
hairs escape, curling around the edges. My burgundy nether lips peek out
from the slit made for your access. Droplets of pussy juice glisten along
the edge of the lace. White lace stockings encast my legs. Each foot
wears a delicate slipper trimmed with fur. In sharp contract to the
virgin white lace a crimson strap with a cord through a ring binds each
ankle to the end of the bed. The only sound I hear is your quiet
footsteps on the carpet as you walk around the bed to fully inspect your
mistress.
The wicker loveseat rustles as you sit facing the bed. I know you have
found the satchel when I hear you open it for inspection. I have tried
to put into it everything necessary to be your perfect pleasure slave.
You turn back to stare at my body which is on display only for you. My
thighs are spread wide so that you can see all of me from my clit to my
asshole. I am holding the lips open with my fingertips and crimson
restaints encircling my wrists match perfectly. I know that I cannot
touch myself any further, no matter how much I long to relieve the
increasing urge. Again, you have trained me well and I know that I can
only touch myself with your permission. My cunthole glistens with my
arousal. The finishing touch, you notice, is a anal plug is stretching my
puckered hole.
'How long have I lain motionless waiting for your arrival, prepared to
subjugate my pleasure to you?' My fingers are trembling, wanting to still
my fluttering clit, even a little bit. The room is filled with my
anticipation. The walls of my vagina spasm and my juices ooze down my
slit, around the plug, and stain the spread.
You have not said a word but I hear you inhale the fragrances of the room.
You take my hands and place them on my nipples. I begin caressing them.
I roll them like marbles...hard, red marbles between my thumbs and
forefingers. I flick them with my long nails. I pull them, stretching,
twisting them harder and harder, trying to recreate those sensations that
you have made so many times before.
My body is quivering uncontrollably, anticipating your response. You have
not made a sound and it is driving my senses crazy, straining to see if I
have please you with my meticulous preparations. It is all that I can
think and hope about. Again I hear the rustle of the wicker and you
leave the room without saying a word. Your name escapes from my throat.
"I will remember that when I punish you."
The tinkling of ice in a glass tells me that you have returned. Then I
hear a zipper, the rustle of your clothes as you remove them. 'Are you
caressing your cock now?' All I can do is imagine. Silently you sit next
to me on the bed. I smell your scent of cigarettes, cologne and warm skin.
Your rough finger traces the outline of my lips. My tongue darts out to
lick the tips of your nails. You catch my lower lip and open my mouth. I
feel the silk on my tongue. I now feel at your total control, unable to
even plead for your mercy.
You get up and place a tape in the VCR and I feel your side touch mine as
you lie next to me. The tape whirs into action but, of course, I can not
see it. Your lips ever so lightly trace my face, my eyes, nose and ears.
In a low, rumbling voice you narrate the action of the lovers on the
screen. You continue to tickle my ears with your lips and I can only
quiver my response and emit a low mew from deep in my throat. In lewd
detail you continue to describe the action of the actors fucking on the
screen. Abruptly, I feel the ice in your fingers as you trace each detail
of my body. It leaves a surprisingly hot trail leading to my sex. The
melted water flows into my slit, mixing with the hot juice. You place the
cube directly on my clit. Only your restraining hands keep me in place.
You replace the imagined heat of the ice with the cold hardness of a
throbbing vibrator, shoving it up my dripping wet pussy, throbbing it to
life with a flick of your thumb. Next, you grab my hand and encircle it
around your hard cock. It is slick and wet and warm and my hand glided
easily up and down its length, making swishy, sloppy noises. I am
drowning in the sounds that surround me...the lovers fucking on the tape,
the hum of the vibrator, the slick sound of my hand pumping on your cock,
my gasping, ragged breath trying to keep pace with our arousal. Your
obscenities demanding I stroke you harder, faster. A bellow as you
release your cum across my stomach and breasts and face. 'How long can I
endure your contol. Please, please let me cum.' One quiet word...now. We
are spent and the sudden silence is deafening...
I am startled when I hear you speak my name. "Susan, I want you to stand
up." You have removed the toys from my ass and cunt. You reach out your
hands and assist me to my feet. I am standing spread-eagled, my cum
dripping down my legs to the carpet. You remove the gag, but you will not
allow me to see you yet.
You reach into the satchel for a piece of cord. Like a lash, you flick it
across my right shoulder and trail it across my breast. The nipple
responds immediately. You repeat it with my left nipple. 'Can you hear
my gasp of anticipation?' You reach up and snap open my bra, releasing
the heaviness of my breasts. In my darkened world I do not see you slip
the cold edge of the knife between the straps and my skin. I jump
startled, frightened and the filmy cloth drops to the floor. You take the
cord and roughly gather up my breast, cinching it tighter and tighter
until I can not help moaning. You grab the other and treat it equally
rough. You lift my arms and wrap the cord around me, making a harness
that causes my tits to jut forward for easy access. I can feel the cord
cutting deeply into my flesh, pinching the tender skin. 'How long will
your marks remain?' Involuntarily, my hands raise to stoke your cheeks as
I feel your hot breath caress me. I soon learn that this indiscretion
will not go unnoticed by you when you grab my wrists and jerk them behind
my back, snapping the wrists together. Again you find it necessary to
remind me, "I will remember this for your punishment." Helplessly, I
stand as you ferociously wash my face with your tongue. You grab my
shoulders and grind your mouth to mine, scratching my cheeks with your
stubble. 'May I dare return your tonguing?'
Savagely your mouth sucks and bites my exposed breasts. Your fingers claw
at my clit and plunge into my cunthole. You suck harder and harder until
my face winces with the pain. You shove your fingers, covered with my own
juices, into my mouth, "Suck them."
You stand back and shove be down onto the bed. I cry your name. "If you
speak again, I will never find you worthy." I cower, whimpering on the
bed. "Stop that; I want to see every inch of my slave." As I stretch
out, exposing myself all I can think about is my forthcoming punishment
and how miserably I seem to be failing you.
You reach to the floor and pick up my slipper. Ever so lightly you tickle
me from head to toe with the fur. My nerves are superexcited trying to
keep up with your torture of opposites, soft and hard, sound and silence,
cold and hot, demanding and gentle. It is almost too exquisite for me to
bear and I try to tell you with my body language that I am begging for
your to finish with me.
In that instant of my thought I hear you throw the slipper to the floor.
I feel the crush of your body on mine, your hard, throbbing cock pressing
hard into by belly. Starting with my nipples you your teeth replace the
feathery strokes of a minute ago with painful nips...my nipples, the soft
underside of my breasts, the sensitive pale skin on my inner
thighs...little bite marks leading down to my clit. I feel helpless to
stop you even though I struggle against the pain and bondage. You spread
my cunt lips and place your mouth directly over my clit. 'Suck it hard,
please!' You roll it between your teeth, nipping, until I can no longer
stay silent. "Now bitch, I want you to cum." You suck in my clit and
refuse to let go as I writhe and cover your face with my cream. "I'm
coming, I'm coming", my screams echo off of the walls.
I am screaming and I have forgotten that you have not given me permission
to speak. I do not hear the first last. SWISH...CRACK I cry out.
SNAP, SNAP, SNAP again and again as you strike my thighs and belly with
the crop from the satchel. My sweaty skin stings with each stroke. The
feeling is so intense that it feels like static electricity running amouk
up and down each nerve cell. Tears of ecstacy wet the silken cloth across
my eyes...
I am curled into you, unbound. Gently you trace my markings of possession.
You caress my bruised skin tenderly. Your lips nuzzle my hair and neck.
You whisper, "I am pleased," as you remove the blindfold for the first
time and I see your passion and love for me in your eyes.
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Copyright © 1993, Susan R.
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