i struggled with my conscience. i wanted pleasure so badly, but Master didn't like me to orgasm without His presence. But i did so badly want to touch myself, pleasure myself, tease and play. i checked the time. Four thirty. Since i didn't have to make dinner, and He was going to be late, i would have time and He would never have to know.
i moved my hand beneath my dress and slid a finger over my throbbing clit and into the depths of my pussy. Yes, i wanted it. i wanted the pleasure. And Master never needed to know.
i went to Master's room and sifted through the drawers until i found one of the vibrators He'd bought for me. A rabbit-style vibrator/dildo with rotating beads inside. Perfect.
i eased myself onto the bed and ran the soft, rubbery head of the simulated cock over my clit. i dipped the head into my pussy and spread the wetness over my aching clit. Finally i shoved the hard shaft deep inside my pussy, none too gently and turned the vibration on to the lowest setting. As i fucked myself with the dildo, the 'rabbit ears' vibrated fast against my clitoris, sending my body into an ecstatic jumble of pleasure, cries and moans and i rocked hard onto the phallic object, each stroke torturing my clitoris with new sensations. i turned the vibration up to the highest and fucked myself stupid with the beautiful jelly cock. i moaned and cried out again, my cries getting louder and more desperate as i felt orgasm climbing my body. i had completely abandoned myself to the pleasure, and i didn't hear the key turn in the door. i didn't hear the footsteps, deliberately placed. i didn't feel his presence in the doorway. All i was aware of was the beautiful rush of sensation as i came hard, my muscles gripping the vibrator, never wanting to let go.
As the waves of sheer pleasure subsided, i turned the vibration off and slowly removed the vibrator from my body. It was then that i was suddenly and horrifically aware that i was being watched.
i turned almost in slow-motion, terrified of what i would see. He was there, standing in the doorway, completely emotionless. There was nothing in His eyes, nothing on His face. i have never been so scared in my life.
i couldn't speak. i couldn't move. i couldn't even cry. i just sat there, like a deer in the headlights, unable to function, unable to think anything except oh, Christ.
He just looked at me. i wished He would say something. i wished He would laugh it off. Anything had to be better than this silence.
He didn't say anything. He just turned and walked out.
i shoved the vibrator back in the drawer - i would wash it later, it wasn't important right now. i grabbed some of my facial tissues off the dresser and did my best to clean myself up. i sprayed some perfume over my body and tidied my hair. i knew it was too late, He'd seen me, He knew what i'd been doing. A thought hit me suddenly and i dropped onto the bed. i hadn't put the groceries away. Jesus fucking Christ. i knew it was the least of my problems, but it was not going to help me.
i lay there for what seemed like hours, but have been any longer than half an hour. Out of nowhere Master stormed into the room and grabbed me by the ankles, pulling me off the bed and onto the floor. I landed hard on my ass and looked up into his eyes. Still nothing. Not even the anger that his strength showed was there. Cold and detached.
He grabbed my wrists and pulled me up roughly, leading me into the hallway by my wrists. i looked in horror as i saw the furniture from my room pushed into the end of the hallway. He led me into the room, now completely empty except for the bed, which he'd dragged into the middle of the room, and a small table. He didn't say a word to me, just pushed me onto the bed and began to tie my wrists. He bound them to the sturdy wrought iron headboard so that i couldn't move an inch. He then left the room and returned with a small wooden chest, which He placed in the corner of the room. He sorted through and found a huge glass plug. i hadn't seen it before, and i guessed that he would be going to shove it in my ass. Wrong. i started to panic as i realised he fully intended to shove that obtrusive glass plug into my pussy. i started to plead with him. "Please, Master, not that -" he put it down and i breathed a sigh of relief, only to see him come at me with a ball gag. He put it into my mouth and fastened it around the back of my head, and once again picked up the plug. He ran His fingers against my pussy, and i was horrified to discover i was still wet from my previous orgasm. This seemed to suit Master though, because he nodded to himself and began to coat the plug with my juices. Then, he began the process of forcing it inside me. It took some doing on his part and a lot of tears and muffled cries on my part, but it was in, with no real damage done, but by fuck it was uncomfortable. Next, he found my butterfly vibrator and, turning it on, pressed it against my sensitive clitoris, pulling a roll of tape from his pocket and taping it to me. Even in my torture i was amazed at how resourceful my Master is. He took my ankles and crossed them over, trapping the object in my body and pressing the vibrator even closer to my clitoris, and proceeded to bind my ankles together.
Almost as an afterthought, he pulled a blindfold from his chest of torture devices and tied it tightly over my eyes. When he was satisfied that i was thoroughly blind and bound, i heard the door open and close and i was left with just the noise of the vibrator as it fluttered quietly but persistently against my clit. i was utterly confused. Was this punishment? The delicious sensations radiating from my pussy surely weren't meant to be punishment. But i should be being punished, i thought.
