Her back was hurting.
Kate would never admit that of course, but as she waited bent over at the waist, delicate wrists encased in the heavy wooden stocks, it was hard not to notice the tugging ache in the base of her spine.
For the first few hours she had proudly kept her chin up, meeting the eyes of everyone that walked past. Kate had ignored the laughter in their eyes, and pretended not to see the darker lusty looks of some of the men. She had never been one of these people, these simple workers on her Masters property.
It made no difference that she held no ill will towards them, she was different. Belonging to a powerful Man such as her Master was a double edged sword. Received like nobility by those who by rights should have looked down their long noses at her, but coolly excluded by those who were essentially as much possessions as she was.
The thick leather restraints chafed at her ankles as she tried to adjust her feet for what seemed like the millionth time. The initial outrage and defiance that had kept her slender frame rigid and unyielding had long since dissipated into woeful humiliation.
These stocks had not been used for a long time, serving mainly as a deterrent to petty thievery and violence within the walls of her Master's home. She was certain her look of pure disbelief when she had learned of her punishment had kept Him amused for most of the day.
Looking down at the ground, for there was nowhere else to look, she grimaced…her long silken tresses, so carefully tended had long since tumbled into the dirt. Tragically fitting considering her tumble from prized possession to public example. She knew it wasn't right nor fair to think such things, and her pride and logic had been warring endlessly inside her head for as long as she had been restrained like this.
Footsteps shuffled past and without bothering to lift her head she could tell it was the kitchen women, their not so quite whispers drifting to her ears as they passed snickering and probably pointing…
"Not so precious now is she", "…justice for such a wanton slut".
Their callous words slice through her rapidly weakening armor. Could they be right? Was her Master tired of her? Had He finally grown weary of her proud behavior? Was He even now, planning how to be rid of her?
Her sharp little teeth worried her bottom lip to the point of bleeding, her mind racing with the awful possibilities. No NO...He couldn't do such a thing, she was proud and sometimes difficult but He had always understood her so completely…transforming her from an untrusting sharp tongued baggage into His own sultry insatiable pet. He knew every inch of her body intimately and could bring her the most intensely erotic pleasure with so little effort.
She in turn had been beyond eager to learn to please Him, her passionate nature transforming into liquid heat when it came to things of a carnal nature. He had told her time and time again that it was never enough, that He could never tire of her greedy desire to learn more and try anything that might make His pleasure more powerful than the last.
Hot bitter tears threaten to spill across her cheeks, the cruel sting of helpless panic trickling through her. Until she can hear them…heavy even footsteps coming toward her. Trying to calm her heart to at least a steady gallop she sniffs and prepares to sincerely beg and plead for forgiveness.
"Not a word I warn you"
Her Master's gruff voice soaks through her bones like a warm caress. He had come for her. A single tear scalds its way across her cheek with relief.
The worn chocolaty leather of His boots comes into her view as He stands before her. Silent for so long that she wonders if she should begin to plead for forgiveness, but then He moves.
Crouching down in front of her, the thick fingers she loves so much pull back the tangled canopy of her hair to see her face. Not daring to lift her eyes she stares at His feet, her cheeks crimson with shame. His warm finger slides underneath her chin, lifting her face up to look at Him. His eyes are like steel, hard and unyielding as they bore into her own sorrowful gaze.
"Never, make me that angry again. Do you understand?"
His voice matches His eyes, the squeeze of shame on her heart tightening as she nods quickly, silently, careful to not make a sound.
The hardness of His gaze softens a little as He sighs, visibly relaxing as His head cocks to the side. Dark eyes sweep over her face, lingering on the slight tremble of her lip.
"You have something to say?"
Gulping in air to steady herself she wets her dry lips with her tongue.
"Forgive me m'Lord please"
Her voice is halting and rough, both from her long silence and the retreating panic swirling about within her. He studies her for a moment, taking in her disheveled appearance…wide green eyes shiny with tears, the softness of her cheeks crimson with shame and grimy from her day on display. Full sweet lips dry and slightly trembling… His eyes darken slightly as He feels the telltale twinges in His loins. His sweet pet, so open and vulnerable like this.
Her heart leaps as He stands again before her, wriggling impatiently for release from the heavy restraints. His warm hand rests firmly on her back instead as He walks around her, stroking her skin through the delicate fabric of her gown.
"You know pretty pet, you look delicious like this, so helpless and… accessible."
Her wriggling stills at His words, her eyes widening as He stops behind her. The blush staining her cheeks darkens with understanding. Her unsure voice stammers out quietly
"M'Lord?"
Bending down to release the wide leather encasing her ankles, he smiles wolfishly to Himself. The thickening length of His erection already beginning to press against the confines of His breeches.
He'd been watching her all day, from the window in His library. Long golden tresses tumbling about her delicate face, the light cotton of her summer gown stretched tantalizingly over her hips and arse. Her pretty little breasts almost visible under the low dip of her neckline.
So proud and fragile was His girl. He'd seen His people laugh and jibe at her as they passed, watched her gradually deflate over the hours. He knew precisely the moment that she had lost her battle with herself. Content that the lesson was learned He was looking forward to the spoils of such a delicious situation.
Thick calloused fingers caress her delicate ankles as her legs are freed from their restraints. Gently stroking across the chafed skin, both soothing and stimulating, sending goose flesh prickling up the firm backs of her thighs in anticipation.
Strong hands stroke across her spine as He stands, looking her over intently. A gasp escapes her lips as she feels the soft fabric of her gown bunching in His hands as he draws the fabric up over her pale skin. Exposing her with deliberate slowness, inch by agonizing inch as the delicate cotton is drawn over her hips to rest in the small of her back. His murmur of satisfaction makes her tremble. Wide green eyes dart about the courtyard with embarrassment even as warm slick arousal drips through her.
An unladylike squeak of surprise bursts from her as He kicks her feet further apart. Opening and displaying her to His gaze. Her heartbeat begins to gallop as she feels His strong fingers caressing the soft globes of her arse. Slippery anticipation coating her exposed quim as her nipples pucker and strain against the neckline of her gown.
His gaze drags down across her arse, to the telltale signs of her arousal. A low hungry growl rumbling through His throat as He presses Himself against her, leaning over her prone form to whisper menacingly in her ear.
"Do you like being out here, exposed like this my little slut?"
Her eyes flutter closed, embarrassment at her arousal staining her cheeks even as she whimpers and writhes against Him eagerly.
"Anyone could see you, could hear you whimpering to be taken like the wanton pet that you are."
