I could feel her mound hovering over my lips, goosebumps appeared on her skin before me as my breath whispered onto her. Outside the rain began to hammer on the window behind me then out of nowhere a bright pinky-white flash lit up the whole room. The flash was followed by a loud crack of thunder. I jumped at the intrusion, causing my mouth to join her bare mound. I quickly pulled away, hoping she would have understood what had just happened. My body began to tremble, bought on with my phobia of thunderstorms and the anticipation of whether I will get punished for my mistake.
"So little one, you wish to kiss my pussy without permission!" Her fingers brushed down my cheek. My eyes rose up her body until they met hers. "You're shaking, are you afraid of your Mistress ... or the storm?" Her eyebrow raised as her lips curved up, smiling.
Slowly shaking my head I managed to whisper, "No Mistress, I'm afraid of the storm, I'm sorry for my mist..." Her finger pressed against my lips, silencing me.
"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt you, you know that right?" I hesitated but nodded in agreement, her finger still on my lips.
The room again lit up with bright light, my eyes closed tightly, waiting for the loud clap to roar through the house. I shrieked aloud as the thunder ripped through, shaking the walls around us. Tears welled in my eyes and I began to sob, "Mistress...I...can't do... this...not... with the... storm..."
I felt her fingers in my hair, coming from behind me. I opened my eyes and found she was no longer in front. "Close your eyes little one, and listen to me." My head nodded as I closed my eyes. Her fingers were working themselves into my hair, massaging the sides of my head. We were now in untouched territory. Never had I told her that I couldn't continue, and never has she been as calming with me as what she is now.
The lightning flashed and the thunder rumbled as her words tried to comfort me. "You must not be afraid, you have been through more pain before than what you are feeling now. These actions you are feeling are the same as when you gave yourself to me. That first night I took control of you, you trembled like this. Your skin was crawling with sweat, your breathing was heavy, and your mind was in turmoil. You will overcome it little one." I was just beginning to relax, taking in her soft words, thinking that she understood my plight when her whispers turned into a chuckle. "You have no choice...do you?"
My heart began thumping hard as her last sentence bore into me. Her fingers gripped my hair tightly and pulled my head back. "Answer me, NOW!!"
"No Mistress, I don't have a choice." As I said that she released her grip on my hair, and my eyes looked down. My head followed. I was in the position I love, on my knees, my head down, my eyes closed.
Another bright flash, and then the roar; encasing the whole house. The wind howled through the beams outside. I heard the chains rattling that were attached to them. Our house, or rather her house, was detached, and miles from any other habitable property. A long driveway led to the house, setting us 300 yards or so from the main road. A medium sized garden at the front. Decorated with pots of flowers and topiary bushes. In the centre of the green lawn stood a large fountain. It was a statue of a young naked woman, on her knees; her hands cuffed behind her back. A large overflowing keg stood over her, cascading water over her submission.
The garden out the back was twice the size of the one at the front. A 12feet high wall with running barbed wire along the top adding to her privacy from the odd rambler or two that walked through the woods behind. In the summer months when the heat inside the house got too heavy, her fun would be moved from inside to outside. The beams, chairs and tables were all specially made, allowing her to adjust them according to size, weight and height.
I felt her close to my ear, "Mmm what's the betting my boot gets wet if I rub my foot along your pussy." Her breath so soft. Her scent so strong. Perfume, arousal and fear intoxicated my senses.
She waited a few seconds, knowing that the wait fuels my desire for her. "Ohh God Mistress..." I moaned as I felt her cool boot run from my arse to my clit. The tip of her boot pressing onto my engorged throbbing spot.
"See little one, your fear of the storm turns into desire. Just by your moans I know my boot is wet." I hear her heels on the wooden floor, and I sense she is in front of me. "Clean my boot!" I open my eyes and lower myself down. Her boot is shiny with my juices and on the point sits a glob of milky wetness. As my tongue glides along it, the room fills with a flash. I pull away and whimper. "Calm down little one, carry on through it, like you do so well with the pain you take." When I heard those words my tongue reached for her boot once more. I somehow blocked out the majority of the rumble and cleaned her boot thoroughly. She stepped back, "Look at me!" I did as she asked, then followed her eyes down to my level. Her face was close to me. Her lips brushed against mine and I took an intake of breath as her lips pressed onto my cut lip from earlier on. Her taste was sweet, so exquisite, like nothing I had ever tasted before. I opened my mouth wider, wanting to invite her in. A soft moan escaped her then she pulled away.
"Stand up!!" I immediately responded. "Now follow me!"
She pulled on my chain and walked us to the patio doors. We stood there looking at the threatening sky. I could hear the rain falling, and the distant rumbles of thunder and flashes. She stood beside me, her hand in my hand. "Beautiful isn't it?" she softly said. I couldn't answer her question, my body rigid, like I was frozen to the spot. A few seconds later she slid the door across, opening the house up to the wild elements outside. She reached over me and flicked the switch beside me. The spotlights on the surrounding wall outside all sprung to life, and covered the expanse lawn with light. She turned the knob and the lights dimmed and focused onto a patch of grass in the centre of the lawn.
I swallowed hard. I knew that bright patch of grass was for me. I was scared, I was nervous. 'Oh god how could she do this to me?' I repeated in my mind. "On all fours little one and spread those legs," she commanded. My palms rested flat on the moist floor, spots of rain drifted in getting carried along by the gusts of wind. "Mmm you do look so sexy like that, I don't think you realise how sexy you really are when fear is burrowing its way through you!" I felt her fingers on my pussy, then something being inserted into me. I groaned as my pussy was being stretched by the object. "Don't get too carried away little one, I haven't finished yet, and we don't want you cumming without permission, do we?" She emphasized the last two words sarcastically. Although I couldn't see I was sure she was smiling that devilish smile I have come to love. "Mmmm good girl, now stand!" She held out a pair of black thongs and told me to step inside them. She worked them up my legs and positioned them correctly. "There, that will stop your vibe falling out!" she chuckled.
The storm, although wasn't as bad as it was, was still the main focus of my attention. The lightning still flashed and the thunder still rumbled, but the intensity had faded a little. **(Not that that makes this situation any easier, any person with brontophobia will understand that.)
She stood in front of me, and bought her lips to my nipples, gently sucking them until she was satisfied with their hardness. "Close your eyes" I did as she requested. My knees buckled slightly and I moaned aloud as a clamp was fitted to one nipple and then the other. "You can take this for me, I know you can little one, breathe, breathe... good girl!" She paused for a few seconds. "Now open your eyes, follow me..." She walked forward still holding my chain. "Come on!"
I reluctantly moved forward and as my foot stepped over the threshold the sky lit up with fury. I stopped and shook my head, "No Mistress...please" I begged. The thunder started to roar and she pulled my chain... hard.
