"Even so, I will make you cry."
"I like it when you wipe away the tears, sir."
"The taste of your tears is my souvenir."
"Yes."
"It's time: kiss me, pet."
"Yes sir," she smiled and turned her head towards him, feeling his hand moving up to the back of her neck as he leant towards her to press his lips against hers. She kissed him back, parting her lips, and feeling delighted when he slid his tongue into her half-open mouth.
Her whole body felt warm and tingly. She didn't want the kiss to end, but she also wanted the whipping to begin. Such are the quandaries a well-trained pet must face in pleasing her master.
As they kissed, he pushed his hand under the coverlet and ran it up and down her side. She was quite absorbed in the kiss, but still felt an alien chill of his hand as it slid over her belly and pushed her t-shirt up.
His fingers slid over her breastbone and wrapped around her right breast. She shivered as she felt his cool hand touching her warm flesh, squeezing her breast and then pinching the nipple.
She moaned now and kissed him harder. His hand was warming to its task as he continued to rub and squeeze her breasts, moving from one peak to the other as he held her up off the bed.
She loved lying there, feeling him making free use of her body; with her thoughts lost in a delicious languor, wondering whether the pleasure of the now or the promised pain of the future would be better.
Focussing on the feeling of his tongue flicking in and out of her mouth made her wet. Concentrating on the sharp sensation of a pinched nipple made her even wetter.
He let his hand slip down to her leg then and resumed caressing and squeezing and teasing her flesh, holding back from her sex. Knowing that was just what she wanted, he let his fingers drift up and down her inner thigh, never letting them quite reach the destination she sought.
Keeping his lips to hers, he opened his eyes and looked down at her face, the eyes closed, the breath shallow as she was lost in a reverie brought on by the kiss, the thought of being whipped and the teasing caress.
Then he let his fingers run up to the lacy edging of her knickers, allowing the tips to push under the leg of her panties and up towards her groin, maintaining the contact of their lips all the time.
He felt her start as he boldly cupped her sex over her knickers and traced the outlines of her sex through them. Her breathing seemed to halt for a moment as her expectations were fulfilled and the already damp material was pressed into the crevice of her pussy.
He pulled the material aside and started to frig her lovingly, inducing a moan, the sound of which was suppressed by the ongoing kiss. The tips of two fingers pushed into her cunt, making her part her legs and welcome them in, just as she had readily accepted his initial advance.
The gentle penetration was accompanied by their tongues twisting round one another, working her up into a state that she would enjoy throughout the day.
He took her top lip between his, taking possession of her, as his fingers slid effortlessly in her sopping pussy, pressing deeply in and then out of her. He bit her lip gently and her eyes opened immediately. He found himself entranced by the colour of her pupils and the memory of their vividness, as her eyelids flickered and closed once more, while she concentrated on the way his fingers were taking possession of her body.
She wanted to feel the moment when the caress became fingers fucking her cunt. Later she would decide that it was the moment when he broke the kiss and focussed both of them on the slick fingers pressing in and out of her wet slit. Right then it did not really matter. The pleasure that he derived from watching her stimulation was paramount, although subsumed within the pleasure that she felt riding his fingers and moving her hips to better accommodate him.
This is what it felt like to be his cunt and to have her entire body in thrall to the sexual need that he had conjured from her.
This is what it felt like to belong to him and to offer herself up to him and whatever ministrations he chose to apply to her recumbent form.
He heard her moan and arch her back, wanting to reach up and kiss him harder, but lost in an erotic daze that precluded any movement other than that which he dictated. He looked at her face, all the while pushing his fingers in and out of her wet cunt and brought her up to him, apparently enjoying her disappointed sigh as he pulled his fingers from her sex.
"Taste yourself, girl," he instructed as he brushed his wet fingers across her mouth: "Eau de Pet: parfum de jeune fille excitée."
