Chapter 3: "The Edge"
Sometimes I wonder if I will just wake up and lose all of this wonderful life. I suppose my Master could get tired of me but he has promised me a lifetime and I trust him. I am not the typical slave girl. I have much more freedom and acceptance than the few slaves I know and in my Masters world there is certainly no lack of luxury as this short story may illustrate.
I sleep on a pile of pillows in the corner of my Masters bedroom. The one time he offered me a room of my own, I thought he may be growing tired of me. I couldn't even answer him. When he commanded me to look at him through my welling tears, the sorrow in his eyes was so deep and genuine that I almost smiled. He assured me that day that he would never abandon me and that I was his slave girl for life. It may sound naive, but I believe him. I trust him completely.
As I said, I sleep in his bedroom on pillows. They are large and comfortable in the corner of the room. Each morning I wake up and kneel by the side of his bed, watching him and waiting for him to awaken. This particular morning he drew me into his bed to massage him, one of my favorite ways to serve him. I've found no end to the value of that skill for a slave but this morning he had something more in mind, something only he had schooled me in.
He lay on his stomach as a small pool of coconut oil melted in my hand, drizzling slowly through my fingers onto his back. I kneading the tan muscles of his neck, shoulders, down along his spine spreading the thin layer of oil until I reached his butt. I massaged deep into the firm muscles of his ass, watching his face for a subtle hint of his pleasure. As I began to work down the back of his thighs he stopped me.
"Kneel girl." He said firmly, startling me. I immediately complied, resting my hands in my lap. He turned toward me and grabbed my hair by the nape of my neck sending a surge of excitement down my spine. This is often how I know he is going to take me. I kept my eyes downcast but they were drawn to his cock as it began to swell, bobbing in the air, growing toward erection. I only had a moment to enjoy it as he pulled me forward onto my hands and knees, pushing my head down into a pillow. I felt exposed and vulnerable as he moved behind me. My ass was posed high toward the ceiling as I doubled over on the bed. I could feel the warmth of the sun shining through the window onto the exposed white skin of my ass. I hoped my pussy was glistening in the bright light as I imagined he was going to fuck me.
I couldn't see him. I felt his strong hands pull my ankles apart and I spread my legs for him. His hands were cool when they cupped my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. I tried desperately not to squirm in my excitement but I failed and I felt a sudden, violent surge of pain as his hand smacked my ass. I froze, knowing I was not to move. My ass felt hot and my head was swimming with the pleasure of his contact until I realized he was leaving the bed.
I heard him. I knew he was in his chest of drawers. I also knew that I was probably not going to be going anywhere soon. My stomach tightened with anticipation.
I felt the familiar warmth of thick cotton rope wrapping around each of my ankles and then pillows we're shoved under my stomach. He pulled my legs apart and I fell onto the pillows with my ass poised high. I felt exposed as the cool wood of thick posts at the corners of the foot board pressed against the arches of my feet. Each was tied securely. The warm sun was still beating down on my ass, now vulnerable and on display for him, propped up by the pillows.
He bound my wrists together behind my back. I clasped my fingers together, interlaced as I had been taught. I had become very aware of his commanding presence behind me. Quickly and efficiently I had been bound to his whim and this was only the beginning. His hand twisted in my hair, pulling my head back. I could hear the smile in his voice as he growled his approval making me smile too.
"You are beautiful girl." His voice was soft, deep and thick with passion. He pulled my hair tight and it was difficult to answer him. "Thank you." I whispered. The rush of his approval warmed me inside but the feeling didn't last long as his hand slapped my ass hard and firm. In my lust I had failed to address him properly. I was rewarded with more swift spankings when I squirmed in pain and then more until I was breathing hard. My golden collar felt tight against my neck as the tension on my hair was maintained in his grip. My ass felt hot. His dominating presence overwhelmed me.
"Forgive me Master." I moaned in secret delight. "Thank you for correcting me."
"Be still." He responded, and I tried desperately to quiet my excited breathing, remaining motionless as he released my hair. I held my head up high, not wanting it to move from where he held it. I couldn't see him but I could feel his presence behind me. His hands gripped my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. I held still, letting out the smallest whimper when I felt his cock press suddenly and firmly against the tight entrance to my ass. I breathed deep, trying to force myself to relax, knowing that I didn't have long to prepare myself. He pressed the swollen head inside me. I whimpered softly at the shock of my little sphincter opening to accept him. For a short moment I wondered when he had oiled his cock because it slid so easily and absolutely huge inside me. I did my best to offer no resistance, letting my muscles relax as I had been trained.
I pressed upward, lifting my ass for him as he pushed in. It kept coming, deeper and deeper. His beautiful erection was soon buried inside my ass until I could take no more. I gasped as he thrust into me and placed one hand on the back of my neck, pressing me into the pillows.
He thrust his cock in and out. His balls began to slap gently against my pussy with his growing rhythm. I felt so vulnerable and warm as his hands gripped onto my hips with irresistible control. The weight of his balls beat against my swollen pussy lips sending subtle waves of pleasure through me accompanied by the disappointing realization that my poor pussy would not be receiving him soon. My Master had never penetrated my pussy after taking me anally.
His cock thrusting against my insides became an unfamiliar feeling, intense and pleasurable like I had never experienced. The sensation grew until an orgasm gripped me suddenly and with little warning. I clenched my ass on his cock involuntarily. Each wave of pleasure started at my pussy and washed through my body. I cried out loud, losing control of my voice and pushing back against his thrusts in pleasure. It was then that I realized that he had not given me permission to cum but I couldn't help it and I clenched hard on his cock as another orgasmic wave hit me.
Master suddenly moaned and thrust hard into my ass. I cried out in pleasure and pain. I felt the sudden surge of his heat pumping inside me as he pushed in filling my ass with his cum. His grip on my ass was painful and exquisite and I knew that I had pleased him even as I wondered what his response would be to my disobedience. I was startled by my own pleasure and I found it very difficult to regret my orgasm. I was exhausted and slumped onto the pillows under me, laying quietly as he slowly relaxed behind me. I felt used and indescribably happy.
Without warning my Master traced his fingers lightly over my hips. It tickled and I giggled against my will. His cock was softening and when I tensed it pushed him out of me with a rude flop and a rush of cool air hit my wet asshole making me clench my sphincter muscles. I could feel my stretched opening squeeze awkwardly closed. I was embarrassed but my Master was laughing, much to my relief.
He did not say a word as he left me lying there bound on the bed and I watched him walk across the room to the bath listening to the sounds of the shower. My butt felt cold and exposed as his cum dripped down my thigh and the warmth of the sun on my thighs began to sink in again. I felt so deeply comfortable that I slowly drifted off to sleep, awakening to the feeling of my bindings being loosened gently and carefully. He rubbed my wrists and ankles before abruptly leaving the room. When he was gone I rolled over. His slippery cum was all over me and I was a happy girl as I too showered and cleaned myself.
This had been the most perfect morning that a slave girl could want, but there was a looming tension. My master seemed, pleased with me, and I thought he had enjoyed it when I had an orgasm, but I knew it was direct disobedience. It was not defiance. I was caught completely off guard. Never before had I had an orgasm from anal sex. I couldn't help wondering what my Master was thinking.
It didn't take long to find out. I walked out to the grand room, a large room arranged for entertaining where my master spends much of his time. This is also where I greet my master each day when he arrives home. Aside from the large leather couches, television, card table, and bar, one corner also houses what I call my perch. My perch is a small platform set in a corner of the room. On the platform is a pile of large red and black pillows. The two walls beside my perch are mirrored so that I am constantly exposed from all sides. The only further adornments are four large wrought iron rings set into the walls on each side, two set high and two low for obvious reasons. Just at the edge of the platform is a post anchored to the floor with a large knob at the top. My master calls this my whipping post, but most often it is where my Master ties my leash.
My master was seated, drinking coffee on one of the couches. I took position on my perch, kneeling quickly and quietly but as soon as I settled. eyes lowered to the floor Master walked over to me and clipped a thin leash to my collar, yanking it sharply one time. This was my command to kneel on all fours, doggie style, literally. As I did so his deep voice commanded me to turn. I did so slowly until he told me to stop. My face was now facing the corner with my most private treasures exposed to the room. I began to quiver inside realizing that my transgressions had not gone unnoticed.
His voice was stern and he used my name, something that never happened when he was pleased with me.
"Stephanie, did you enjoy yourself this morning?"
I answered carefully, "Yes Master, your slave lives to please you."
"Did you please yourself girl?" He asked.
I braced myself for a delicious jolt of pain against my ass but it never arrived. I answered in my sweetest voice. "No Master, but your cock brought me great pleasure." Again I braced myself.
He must have seen me flinch because he chuckled, but I still did not get the spanking I was expecting. I had to resist the urge to look up at him in the mirror but I was both trained enough and experienced enough to know that would have consequences.
