Master and I mentally sparred during dinner, during which time my confidence increased. I mistakenly thought that him not shutting me down meant that I was winning. It didn't occur to me he was letting ride high so I'd fall further when he finally chose to swat me down.
When we finished eating, Master stood up and so did I. He put a hand behind my head, intending to kiss me. I turned my face away. He growled and I couldn't help but smile. He just walked away, which left me feeling disappointed.
I cleaned up the dishes. When I went to find him downstairs, he patted the couch next to him and said he wanted me to sit with him. His face looked the way it does when he wants to "make love" to me...rather than fucking.
He looked so tender, that I immediately let down my guard.
He pulled me in for a sweet, soft, gentle kiss. Then he looked directly into my eyes and smiled in the most loving way...and I returned that smile. At that moment, he pulled both my wrists behind my back, turned me around, and clipped my slave chains together. I knew then that I was screwed.
With that same sweet smile on his face, he calmly held me with one hand while I squiggled and wiggled and jerked, trying desperately to get free. The switch between soft, loving husband and stern Master had happened so quickly that I didn't have time to protect myself. Knowing that I was so vulnerable left me feeling afraid...and excited. At this point, though, it was much more fear.
Like a trapped animal, I tried desperately to get away from Master, aware that he was going to punish me for my earlier insolence. It was only after I'd winded myself that I calmed down enough to feel the excitement...to remember that my Master may cause me pain, but he would never HURT me.
As I breathed heavily, my chest quickly moving up and down with every breath, my nipples hardened at the thought of what my Master might do to me. Seeing my Master's eyes upon my hardening breasts caused me to blush. I was ashamed that my responses to him were so clear. I felt that my body was betraying me and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Master gave me a disgusted look and said, "Slut."
I burned with shame, yet sat up straight and said, "Yes...I am."
Master slowly closed his eyes and I dropped my eyes back to his feet. Before I could note the movement, Master's hand was in my hair and he was pulling me to my feet. With my head at his hip, he marched me into the dungeon and threw me to the ground. I kept my head down, not wanting to further irritate the angry bear I'd awakened.
After a few moments of clinking sounds, I felt Master's hand in my hair again as he dragged me upright and shoved me face first against the St. Andrews cross. He unclipped my slave chains and pulled my left arm up into the cuff, then did the same on the right side. Master slipped a blindfold over my eyes.
I was just starting to relax a bit, anticipating the feel of Master's flogger on my back. Because I wasn't paying as much attention to Master as I should have been, I didn't anticipate him kicking my ankles apart. As I fell backward, I was very grateful that Master was there to catch me, though he growled at me for my inattention. At that point, I was embarrassed that I'd been so centered on my own needs that I wasn't paying attention to my Master.
Master shoved me upright again, and I quickly placed my ankles against the insides of the cross. Master bent down and roughly grabbed my right ankle, pulling it to the outside of the cross and tying it there. He did the same on the left. I made a small sound of protest. With my legs spread this far, my wrists were pulling hard against the cuffs and I didn't feel like I was balanced well. I felt the same fear that some people feel when they're about to fall off a curb...you know you won't get hurt badly, yet every human instinct inside you tells you to protect yourself.
Master growled at me to quit moving. I felt slightly angry that he would leave me unbalanced like this...and that my legs were spread far enough apart to cause pain on my inner thighs. I wanted to protest with words...but didn't dare. I knew I'd earned this treatment...though that didn't help me like it any better.
Master stepped away from me after swatting my ass a couple of times...hard! I heard him rattling the toys around on the shelf and quickly readied myself to be hit with the flogger. The sounds quieted...and the lights went out...and the door to the dungeon was closed.
Confused, I waited for a few seconds in silence. "Master?" I queried. No answer came to me. Cautiously, I tried to turn my head to find out if I could see anything. Due to the balance problems I was having, I couldn't turn more than an inch, and that didn't help.
Now, I became angry. How dare he just walk out and leave me here like this!? He knew that anything could happen when he wasn't there...that I could lurch backward suddenly, pulling the cross down on top of me. I could be hurt! Curse words filled my head.
Silence. I jiggled my wrists a bit, trying to find a more comfortable position...to no avail. My shoulders were already aching and it had only been a few minutes. Or had it been longer? How long HAD I been here? How long was it going to be before he returned.
Silence. My Master knows that sensory deprivation is my weak point. While this wasn't an extreme form by any means, it was still debilitating to me. I couldn't stand not knowing...not being able to ready myself for the next onslaught...not being able to read my Master by the blows I received.
