Dream Master

The reflection of the moon off the glass illuminated sad dark brown eyes, as they gazed at the sky in its nightly dance. Beyond those eyes, a mind worked through wishes, hopes, perhaps even dreams that always turned into nightmares. Racing through feelings that mind, comes to a conclusion and the dark eyes blink turning away from the light to the darkness within their life. There in inviting emptiness do the eyes close and a single tear makes its way down a cold pale cheek.

Athena had been here for a year and a day, trapped in her own misery. She’d lost everything she yearned for and only lived now day by day, in silence, hoping no one would notice her yet desperately praying every night for someone to take her into their arms and enwrap her in emotions that she feared were now all dead. She read about love, lust, passion; the words on the pages seemed to flow into her mind, slipping down her body, toying with her heart before causing her breath to leave her lungs as she uttered a soft moan tossing the litature away from her before her mind created another place for her to play in.

Leaning against the glass she placed a hand on her neck, pressing her fingers against her heightened heartbeat from just the thought of that happening to her, of someone reaching out pulling her against their body, whispering softly into her ear… The thought raised goose bumps up along her arm and she shivered, quickly snapping herself out of the dream, pushing off the window and padding to the middle of the room where she stood and turned in a circle, before wrapping her arms around her upper body, trying to keep herself warm.

Turning again, she noticed that the moonlight had crept in, illuminating the white walls, the green carpet, it even reached her canopy bed in the far corner, but stopped before it grazed her books, her source of pleasure, enlightenment, and curiosity. She thought it was odd that even the moon knew what to touch and what not to touch upon it’s searching of the bedroom.

Giggling, Athena, side stepped and left the moonlight, becoming one of the shadows as well, something that the moonlight and all of its illusions wouldn’t touch.

Smiling, she turns to the bookcase and slips a finger along the many volumes there, counting all of her secret wonders, while her left hand traces its way through her hair, lifting the red mass of soft curls off her neck to accept the delicate kiss of the night air.

“You spend too much time before that piece of furniture, my dear.” The clear resonating voice startled her, causing her to release a squeak and turn quickly, knocking several books from their place, but only to face nothingness.

Blinking several times she grasps the book she chose against her chest, staring hard at the softly lit room, trying hard to see the keeper of the voice, but turning up with nothing. Groaning she shook her head and muttered, “Athena, you’re going crazy.”

Sauntering to the bed, the book flops onto the silken sheets before she follows, sliding against the material feeling like a feline in doing so. Somehow in the back of her mind, this night was going to be different than every other.

Opening to the marked page she starts to read, feeling her mind slip away into it’s own little fantasy world, calling out for it in real life, calling for things that would almost be impossible to do…

“Very beautiful name,” the purr in her ear made her start and jump a little. Her eyes went wide as her body felt the warmth of another, “Hmm yes Very beautiful. Although it does describe you, my dear.”

Athena was too scared to turn around…to even try to look at the owner of that voice, of the body that she felt against her back, of the hand that was starting to move into her vision. She squeaked and closed her eyes tightly as the book was picked out of her hands and the thud of it hitting the floor sounded in her ears.

“Now, now, there is no need for that tonight, my Athena.”

“W-w-who a-a-are y-you?” her voice quaked with fear, with anticipation…

“Does it matter? I could be a figment of your imagination, or perhaps a sprite that came to help you with your wishes… Maybe I’m a god, come to bless you…” the words absorbed into her like water, a smooth liquid promise of something that she would taste for the rest of her life. Groaning she moved back against the body more, feeling what she thought was soft flesh yield no more and become hard lines against her back and buttocks. “I can be whatever you want me to, my little one…”

Another groan left her lips, “H-h-how d-did y-y-you get h-here…” she couldn’t keep her heart from skipping a beat, from her body start to become pure fire as a hand moved down her stomach and placed itself in the valley of her legs.

“I could travel on the moonlight, I could have broken in and just became stunned by your beauty, wishing to have you if only for one night…”

Her mind screamed at her and her lips parted once again as she involuntarily pushed her hips so that her body would press against that hand, “Oh goddess…” she opened her eyes a little, and bit her bottom lip feeling the blush of innocence flow over her cheeks and down her body, sending more heat to the heart of the fire.

“No, little one, you must not see me…Not yet… “Whispered the voice, becoming distinctly more male, with ever question and movement.

The hand moved away, a whimper of protest from her caused him to laugh, then she saw the blindfold come in front of her, and without any more protest she let him secure it around her, enveloping her world in darkness yet again, only this time the darkness didn’t seem so bad.

“There, little one, now, will you trust me, in everything I do?”

Athena’s mind roamed around declining, not stepping over the boundary of pleasure and unknown, requesting the blindfold to be removed so she can see who was playing tricks with her, but instead she nodded, adding in a soft sensual whisper, “Yes, oh yes!”

He laughed and slid from beside her, causing her to whine again and turn quickly over reaching out latching her hands around one of his wrists, “Now, now, little one,” he bent forward and whispered directly into her ear, releasing the fire again, followed closely with a soft moan, “I am the director here, You placed yourself into my hands, and for this night you will call me, Master.”

She felt her lip find its place between her teeth again as she slowly released him, not wanting him to go away, “Alright…Master…” It seemed an odd thing to pass over her tongue but she liked it, she gave him power over herself, over her body, her soul, even her mind. She didn’t know whether she could trust this decision but she was going to find out.

“Oh, my Athena, that sounds lovely from you,” she felt his heat against her again and then the kiss move across her lips, arousing the flame even more within her, she arched under him, reaching her hands up… “No, bring your hands above your head.” The tone was a bit sterner than all the other purring requests, making her do it. Drawing her hand high above her head, she crossed her wrists without thinking, tilting her head to where she thought his head would be, wetting her lips. “Very good.” The reward as she knew it would be was another arousing kiss.

Before she knew it, his body was gone again, replaced with the cool kiss of the air through her skimpy nightgown. She didn’t know what to expect, which made her squirm against the silken sheets beneath her, and bite her lip again.

“I am going to tie your hands there, little Athena.” She felt the caress of the nylon rope against her cheek so she knew it was real. Shivering she nodded and she almost felt the smile emanating from him as the rope traced its way along her flesh to her wrists. “Yes, I can see my pretty little Athena likes this. Doesn’t she?”

“Oh yes, Master!” she squirmed a little more for him as she felt the bonds become secure, and his hand, with it’s tantalizing heat, trace her skin to make sure it wasn’t too tight.

His lips brushed hers again, stealing her breath as his fingers moved down her arms, tickling their way over her nightgown before disappearing. She saw everything in her minds eye, and could imagine that even with the moonlight her body was glowing bright with the innocent blush, with the soft need pulsing under her flesh, she couldn’t help but also envision him, standing at the base of the bed, just a bright, ghostly figure.

Quivering slightly waiting for the next move, she turned her head, her eyes filled with the night time magic drew the room over again in her mind, the way the gauze curtains on her bed blew in the wind, the way her room was a dark blue abyss beyond them. She could not get over the way her vision took to life when she felt his fingers softly caressing her thighs drawing up to curve around the band of her undies.

“Oh, Master…” breathlessly she purred as she felt them slide down her legs, brushing past her feet, replaced by the soft nights breeze tickling it’s way into her most private spot.

There was no response as she once again felt her thighs and calves being brushed by his fingers, groaning she tossed her head to the right, letting her own lips press a kiss upon her arm.

“Little Athena, I want to bind your feet as well,” he slowly ran his fingers down her left leg, urging it to the side then tapped the ankle, “here”, then followed suite with the other leg, only this time letting his fingers trace over her ankle and down her foot, “and here. Is this okay?”

She could hardly bear these touches of his… In all of her books they had never spoke of drawn out encounters, of asking permission of the one it was all happening to first, she couldn’t stand the teasing pleasure she got from the way his fingers just brushed against her. It was torture, “Yes of course Master. It is your will and wish, please…continue.”

Again she felt his smile as he mumbled sweet reassurance. Slowly, oh ever so slowly, Athena felt the rope slip along her skin, caressing her in a way she never dreamt before. It was pure joy as she tried to move her right leg, feeling her left being worked on, and in the end not being able to move either one to close together.

“They are not too tight are they?” he tapped his finger on each of the bindings, the tone of his voice soft, stern, yet urgent.

“They are perfect, Master.”

“Good, now listen well little one, if at any time they become too tight just tell me, and we will stop then loosen them.”

“Of course Master…” she didn’t know if she meant it, she just had to get it out, it felt so right upon her lips. In all honestly she thought perhaps that she might like the taste of the rope biting into her skin, causing friction only to heighten her pleasure.

“Good,” she felt the smile of his win it’s way into her soul again, and his fingers brushed her cheek, causing flames to arise in them, and her body ache once again with the soft need that was slowly building high within her.

Groaning she flicked out her tongue, catching on of his fingers, drawing it with her tongue into her mouth, sucking on it, trying to convey her passion to him.

“Oh little one,” she heard a soft moan come from his purring lips and smiled around her prize, excited even more in pleasing him as well as he could please her with just the softest touch. He let a soft moan out again and withdrew his finger, tapping the end of her nose slightly whispering huskily “My, my, little one, I should have to teach a lesson to you…but your lips… are just too tempting. Next time I wish of you to ask me if you can do that.”

Still with the taste of his flesh upon her swollen lips she let a soft whimper part from her throat, “As you wish, Master, I only wish to please you.”

“Oh, my pet, my pretty…” his hand grazed the top of her breast, slowly tracing lazy fingers over her nipple, withdrawing a soft urging moan from her, “Just doing this causes me great pleasure.”

Her mind raced with pleasure, her inner eye watched him move around her bed, his fingers slipping down her nipple, giving it a soft flick in passing, she writhed on the silken covers, feeling her own wetness now, blushing again from that. She knew he would notice it, she never felt this way, never had it like this; she was loving it with all her being and wanted more, wanted him. Never in all her life would she forget him.

“Hmmm…so beautiful.” She raised her head, trying to see in her minds eye what he was doing, but couldn’t the shadows took over his glowing body, then with a whisper sound a sting went through her body, and a squeak broke from her as her body tried to coil into a ball.

Shivering she raised her head again, her mind focusing on the light of his ghostly image, holding a small flogger, the tails falling loosely over his hand as he contemplated his next target. Turning she tried to move, as her ears picked up the wiz in the air, closing her eyes tightly she zoned out, feeling the stinging bite again, feeling the heat start to flow as each individual tail licked her breast. She couldn’t stop the soft call this time, it was mixed with a moan, it invades her senses, and fuzzed the picture in her mind. She was losing herself in the soft pleasure it brought along with the dull throb of pain.

“Does my little Athena like this?” his voice was purring with wonderment, and joy, but held a soft very soft note of concern. She couldn’t speak, she didn’t need to, her legs were bound open and he could see what it did to her, she knew that with an embarrassed light that he could see everything that brought her pleasure.

The flogger came down again, she cried out with a throaty groan, as she felt the tails lick her inner thigh, her body quivered for a moment, the pain edging it’s way into the fire that was growing bigger and bigger with each moment being with him. She couldn’t stop as he kept swinging the tool. Her boy went aflame, and wriggled against the sheets, crumpling against them, drawing her nighty over her hips, giving him more room to work her body, leather on flesh.

He laughed then, watching her move, “My Athena…” his voice was but an alluring purr at that point, stopping the on slot of the beautiful instrument bringing the music of her soul out to let him hear. She didn’t know whether to be upset or glad.

“M-m-Master… why did you stop?” she couldn’t help but question, her lips were dry, her heart was racing and the unending burning throbbed within her.

“We don’t want to over do it too much little one,” he cooed gently, stroking the soft strips of leather over her body, making her arch high upon the satin sheets.

“oooOOoohhhHhhh.”

“Hmmm, you do like this don’t you my beauty?” He struck down again, softer but still firm, the fire of the flogger lacing through her body, causing her to moan out loud. “Yes, yes, my little one.”

She shivered lightly, her skin tingling with pent up lust. Biting her lower lip she moved her head, trying to focus on where he would be standing…

“Now, little one, as they say in Monty python…. For something completely different.” Behind his soft purring voice was hidden an evil laughter, just waiting to come out.

She heard something with a soft whine to it, the tingle over her skin made her twist about against her bonds, the rope biting hard as she swiveled to her right. Mind reeling she whispered, “What, Master----“ and it was lost, as the first jolt of electrical current flowed through her nipple, making her call out harshly into the new darkness behind the blindfold.

It wasn’t so much the pain as the intense feeling that was brought with each tiny flick against her now tender skin. She didn’t know whether to feel scared or overjoyed. Groaning she moved her head searching out where he might be standing, but to no avail. She just couldn’t find his warmth. Athena would have feared he left if it weren’t for the tantalizing touch of electricity moving down her skin to her sex.

“Ah my beautiful Athena, I see you like this as well,” the toy licked her outer lips, and she moaned loudly, her back arching off the satin sheets, “Yes, yes, my Athena…” his hand swept over her breasts, flicking each nipple as the toy sank into, the zapping becoming stronger along the way, “Beg for me…”

Tossing her head from side to side as the cool glass slid to her tiny bud, the current reaching max, “P-please… D-don----“ but she couldn’t finish, the words died on her lips as her body rushed with hot fire, but before she could let out a scream, before her body could overflow with fierce passion, the toy was withdrawn and only cool air replaced it.

Whimpering she writhed against the sheets a bit before becoming a silent figure, only her heaving chest to give her away.

“Not yet my slut,” the word rang clear in her mind, she didn’t know if it was a displeasing tone or just a soft implication of how she presented herself to him as of this very moment. Blushing as that thought dropped into her brain she realized that she was acting totally wanton under his hands. She didn’t know if it was good or bad.

He moved, she felt the heat from his body on her left arm, then the shadow cast by him over her face, the blush returned ten fold as she arched herself up as high as possible, and made her lips purse inviting a kiss. He took the offer, letting his tongue trace the corner of her mouth. Shivering she opened her lips urging him silently to take more of her.

Laughing he whispered his breath hot against her cheek, “You want release…”

“Yes, Master…” she cooed to him, her breathlessness coming back to her as when he first appeared. She didn’t understand it but this stranger seemed to make her want to give everything of herself to him.

“Then my little Athena, you shall get that which you’ve asked for,” His hands which were already working on the ropes holding her wrists at bay pulled a little, freeing her upper torso from it’s prison. She felt her heart plummet. He was going away, he was leaving…

As his fingers worked at the bonds upon her ankles she rose up, ready to take off the blindfold, her eyes filling with tears…

“Did I say you could do that little one,” his voice made her pause then she felt herself being flipped over and dragged down to the end of the bed, her butt projected up as her knees curled under her belly.

Squeaking with surprise she tried to move up, but his hand fell firmly to the middle of her back, his body tight against her thigh. Feeling his now naked flesh against hers, the fire between her legs grew to an inferno and the moan that escaped past silent lips drew a soft purr from him.

“Do you like being spanked?” the question came as a surprise.

“I don’t know Master.”

“Hmm, we’ll have to find out,” with that his hand came firmly down with the sound of flesh upon flesh, the sudden spark of pain flowed from her buttocks to her sex, and the slickness started all over again.

With each spank her passion grew again, and as her body rocked forward with the impacts she felt the sensual pleasure of the satin sheets caressing her sensitive nipples. Athena didn’t know what to do but pant, wiggling her legs apart as he continued his on slot.

“Are you wet, Athena?” She whimpered, moving her head between her arms hiding her crimson cheek, but he didn’t wait for her to rack up enough courage to answer. With the next slap of his hand, he slid a finger into her sex, feeling it. “Hmmm quite moist.”

Embarrassed she twisted a little, trying to get away from his probing fingers, “Please…I…. oh….”

“Don’t speak, little Athena.” One big hand brushed away her auburn locks, tracing a finger along her soft cheek. It was heaven, his touch, and she pressed her lips instinctively to the palm of his hand, “I think I’m falling in love.” His voice was deep, almost sultry now, making her wiggle her butt, the juices of her sex slickening her thighs.

Feeling him move away she heard the buzz of what could only be her training vibrator, yet another embarrassment of hers, the small purple toy was her only ‘companion’ during the long nights of her life here. Trembling a little waiting for him to comment she was taken by surprise when the toy glazed her delicate bud.