Admire 1

I knew, that she was. IS. Mine. ALL MINE.

And now. There was nothing she could do about it.

Well, that wasn't entirely true. My Pet squirmed for only a few seconds before she realized that the only thing holding her hands in place was her own weight. Hungry, desperate, she shifted her weight and slid her hands out from under herself.

I growled, low and deep. A sound that replaced the words that I felt no need to utter. The sound made her shiver and shrink in her seat, hands immediately seeking the warmth of her buttocks and her devious action disappearing form her thoughts.

Oh how scared she looked. It was very rare for me to ever growl, let alone such a deep and guttural sound. Her eyes were wide below furrowed brows as she snuck glances at me, trying so hard to avoid eye contact.

My hand reached out, thumb and pointer lifting her chin and forcing her to look into my eyes. There she found what she had always found. Pride, Want and of course, Love. This softened her features, fear oozing away though the tautness of her collar made her swallow loudly.

With a gentle meeting of lips I released her and wandered around her. Moving out of her sight I heard the muffled whimper that I had come to adore. She was scared, excited but scared. She couldn't see what I had in store for her and it was driving her mad once more. This, was why I could resist taking her. It was so much more delicious to torture my Pet before I pounced.

I slid open a drawer, eyes on the back of the chair as I watched the leash grow taut. My Pet was pulling against it, trying so hard to Identify what I was retrieving. Too bad for her, a ball gag on leather straps doesn't make much noise. I held it for a moment, curious as to how she would react. I had acquired it a month prior and taken the time to clean and care for it as I decided when I would use it on her.

Tonight, I would muffle those sounds of her, making her voice a priviledge, one only I would enjoy. Still, I placed it gently on the desk, searching through the drawer for something else.

This must have been driving her quite mad as I smelled the saltiness of her sweat. My Pet knew quite well that this was MY desk, a place where I held my secret things and that she could never explore. She always wondered what collection I had in it though she knew it all was related to her own treatment.

My hand found the delicate fabric I had been searching for and stepping lightly on the soft carpet, I came up behind her and pulled it over her eyes. My pet squeaked as the blindfold slid over her vision and darkened it, making it so she could no longer see anything. Not that it mattered, since I had been gathering my toys behind her back, but still, the shiver that ran through her excited me. Now, it didn't matter whether I looked the part I was playing. Only mattered what I sounded like.

"Problems~"

I whispered into her ear, my reward was a soft and needy whimper. She could not admit it, there was no problem, she was scared but the excitement made it so it did not matter anymore. I kissed the top of her head, taking the time to inhale her scent. She sighed at this, probably wishing she could do the same to me.

Happy with the results I picked up the ballgag and walked around her. I stepped heavily, letting her follow me as I kneeled before her. My pet squirmed and tugged at her leash, trying desperately to be close to me. Perfect.

When she went to breathe in I shoved the ball into her mouth and quickly tied the straps behind her head before she pulled back. Her breath quickened, coming in little pants. Her sounds were now muffled by the material invading her mouth.

"Breathe..."

And she did so. Desperately following my command and forcing herself to breathe slower, deeper. I could almost hear her heat violently beating against her rib cage. Though she breathed, she searched for me. Listening hard, trying to figure out if I was still before her. A muffled whimper told me she did not like how quiet I had become.

"Oh? Can I not admire my meal for the night?"

The whimper repeated itself, though this time it became a muffled whine that she held until she required the need for more air. I had to steele myself, the sound making me a tad dizzy, making lose my courage. God, she had no idea how hard it was to keep my role when she did that. Or maybe she Did know? I wasn't about to ask, that would only encourage her to act out next time around.

Licking my lips, I leaned forward, hands on her knees as I whispered into her ears.

"NOW... we can have some fun~"

The gasp that came from her next returned the grin to my face. Yes, that was the reaction I was looking for. That realization that slowly, inevitably, she had been pulled into my world and bound by my rules and that now, she had no escape.

Blind, Gagged, Bound in both body and mind, she sat there. Nipples hard and erect in cold air and chest rising and falling rapidly. The perfect sub, no, MY perfect Sub. Impatiently waiting for whatever I had in store for her. It was almost too good to be true.

"Maybe this IS too good to be true." I whispered aloud, just loud enough for her to hear. Tempting fate I stepped around my prize and returned to my desk. With a rustle here and there and the opening and closing of drawers I searched. I knew it was in here somewhere it was just a matter of finding it. Ofcourse the longer I took the more panicked my beautiful Pet would become. So I took my time, making sure to check every nook and cranny before moving on to the next drawer.

With a soft groan I realized that it was in fact not there. Strange. Searching my mind I tried to recall the last time I had handled it. Had I used it on her before? When did I last clean it? Did I remember to put it away afterwards? Obviously not. In the meantime I nibbled on my thumbnail, a bad habit I had picked up as a kid and had never lost. My Pet's leash seemed to remain forever taught as she tried to figure out what I was doing. I was glad that her back was turned to me, giving me a chance to actually think. Otherwise I'd be too intoxicated by the look of her, so vulnerable, to remember what I was looking for in the first place.

Then it hit me. Grinning I returned to my lil one and kneeled before her, reaching out to remove her blindfold carefully. She blinked, one twice, three times, letting her eyes readjust to the bright lights.

"Dahlin'~?"

Her gaze met mine, a smile contorted by the gag was my reward for the accent I so rarely used.

"Did you so happen to...go through MY desk recently?"

Her brows furrowed for a moment, processing. MY desk? That was Master's, I'm sure she was thinking, but then, that damning widening of eyes, that shake of the head a lil too hard.

"You're lying to me, dahlin'. And I do hate liars."*

I said gently, my expression blank but gaze firm and unrelenting. She squirmed, adam's apple bobbing up and down as she swallowed excess saliva. I already knew she had. And when too. It must have been the other night when I asked her to place the new toy on my desk. On, not in. Yet whilst searching, I found that toy inside of my desk and another object missing. My beautiful Pet had broken the rules, a rare occurrence.

I remained on my knees, watching her, gaze fixed on her own though she tried to avoid it. It took a handful of minutes, perhaps 5 or so? filled with her squirming before she finally relented. Her head dropped down, chin touching her collar bone as she nodded, yes. Yes, she had gone through MY desk. Yes, she knew it was wrong of her. Yes, she deserved punishment.

"I thought as much. Eyes shut. STAY."

I said as a matter of factly, very out of character. Usually I would either get mad and stern, though sometimes I took another approach and teased her into facing her wrongs and her punishment. This time, I shrugged it off. A short walk out of the room and down the hallway took me to where she stored her own stuff. It was rather easy to find, there amongst her ropes and lubes and toys, it lay. She had done a rather good job caring for it though my keen eye noted that it HAD been used. Of course. A leather paddle made to hit and leave barely a mark would be to her liking. It meant she could play whilst Master was away without getting caught. Unfortunately, that hadn't gone as planned. I returned, slapping the paddle gently into the palm of my hand as I entered.

"Would you care to guess what I found in your room?"

A hard shake was my response. She shivered in the chair, scared, panicky, flighty, probably self punishing herself in her mind. Now that wouldn't do.

With a twist of the wrist and a hard but short swing, the paddle smacked against her inner thigh making her jump. The smack took her by surprise leaving her without a sound to mutter. It did however bring her focus back onto me, no more hating nor self deprecating. It was all about ME now.

The soft side of the paddle lay covered in rabbit fur, it tickled to the touch as it glided over her bare skin, up her knee, thigh. Slowly, delicately tracing a line up her chest. Shudders ran through her, I could almost hear that tell-tale intake of breath as she lost herself to the sensations.

Another smack, this time her tummy. The sting earned me a muffled yelp, though the way her body followed the paddle as it glided back down her skin told me what she thought of her punishment. Finding it not harsh enough, I leaned in and removed the gag. Free, she panted, a dribble of drool escaping and forging its way down her cheek all the way to her collar bone making it shimmer.

"Now beg for it lil one. Beg for it like the bad girl that you are..."