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The soft leather bit hard against my face. My ears picked up the light sounds of footsteps. The bed in the center of the room, but I can no longer see it.
I struggled against the blindfold, as the leather belt was strapped to my face, blinding me. My Master was careful not to injury my long and luscious hair, as I paid very special attention to it, following his orders to the letter. Obeying each command I had been given, but yet now, in the midst of his control and presence I struggled still.
Unaware of his current movements, I waited for any sign of his presence, as I craved his attention, as I had previously gone without, while my Master’s business life demanded his attention and affection. I went hungry, and now I was famished.
“Lie down”.
The rule in his voice caused instant submission, as he had never been so forceful in his orders. I lie back immediately and let him bind me down, allowing him to assert his command over me. The cuffs held fast, and tight. Movement was now restricted, only a few inches to give in any direction. My mouth widened as I realized the amount of influence I had given him.
Past experiences with my Master came flood back to my mind’s eye; never had he asserted so much supremacy over me in such little time. Maybe it was the lack of attention I had been given. Maybe it was a change in me, something that I had not realized before. Had his absence created a desire to serve, in the hopes that it would keep him here beside me, a whip in hand in case I strayed in my obedience, which I had many times before.
In any case, I was serving almost without question this time.
I lied still, not due to obedience, but due to restriction. My Master’s movements were cloaked by the leather impairing my sight, and the lack of any sound. Sweat appeared on my forehead, my thighs shook with a slight tremor, the anticipation cause unrest in me, and also a sense of enjoyment.
Master had left me clothed in the attire that he had sent to me via courier service, the tight black shirt gripped harder to my skin, further adding to my appealing figure. The black blazer with pale white pin stripes helps hide the arousal of my breasts, a sight that the shirt failed to disguise.
“Lie still”.
I moved in despite of myself, the desire growing within causing me to disobey, as it always did, and I never tried to stop the urge, giving way to the pleasure. The building warmth on the edge of my inner thighs caused me to move again, the idea, yes just the idea of disobeying and the following punishment forced the overwhelming yearning to move, and I moved again.
“Lie still.”
The voice strained to maintain its control.
“I shall warn you again.”
Mistake. The punishment was assured now. I moved, both my arms trying to collapse inwards, trying to hide my enjoyment, and give a sense of release. The bonds held fast, and my arms only moved a few inches, not enough to relieve my wanton desire.
Click. Panic. I had a very strong idea what was to follow, my heart raced and my breathing and my excitement level increased dramatically.
“Relax.”
Concentration was the main focus in his voice. Neither participant had ever used knives or other sharp objects in their play before.
I moved, trying to locate my Master. My eyes searching aimlessly, the blindfold still hampered my sight; they saw nothing as they darted back and forth. Panic settled in further, had this been the reason I was to wear the clothes I had been sent. So that he might deprive and expose me for his pleasure.
“Lie still”
Frustration set the tone of his voice.
His inexperience with this situation became crystal clear to even my blinded eyes. I struggled. Fear gripped my mind, and forced me to retreat. I must escape.
The cuffs that held me down to the bed caught me again, and caused me to appeal to his caring nature.
“Master, please.”
I begged. No response.
“Master”
Again, I spoke. I usually obey this rule. Not to speak, unless spoken too.
What had changed his behavior so greatly, that I did not recognize him? The business trip, from which he had only just returned, could not have altered my Master in this way. Is there another logical reason to this? Another! Is there another slave? One who has changed him, and made him into the confident Master I had before my fear stuck body.
I calmed my body with the idea that I was his only slave, and that there could be no one else. However, the calmness was only temporarily, and caused the Master to collect his thoughts and continue.
The pressure was steady as thread that held the button, the only button that closed off the blazer, was torn and released from its duty. The blazer had previously hid the excitement my petite breasts showed, which was no longer the case, in either the hiding aspect or the excitement. Terror still gripped me, making it hard to enjoy the subtle movements of the knife that disrobed me.
To be Continued....