Still panting, she watched Him go, still unable to speak as the tears stung her eyes. She knew the hours would grow into days before she could expect to ever feel the caress of His hand...and the ice knives again. But that did not stop her from swearing that she would, and in time she would make Him scream her name.
"Yes, He will scream my name" was the final hiss from her lips as her eyes burned in hopes of making that day come quickly.
The gifts she had received were reminders of what she longed for with and from Him once again.
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The first day the gift was a beautiful maple paddle carved with tiny roses along the edges and slits down its center. She knew the pattern of the roses would burn red upon her skin after He finished using it. The gift contained a card with one word written on it: Respect
There was nothing else in the package and no other word from Him.
Day two arrived and as she opened the small ornately wrapped box, she revealed the clover clamps and fine gold chains that could be threaded through them. Again another card with a single word written on it...this time the word Control.
Day three arrived, and as she expected there was another gift. In her mind, surely three days was enough to make His point. But looking at the tapered deep red candles and the card that was laid atop them, that hope quickly faded as she read the single word: Listen.
How much longer would she have to wait? His gifts only reminded her that she could not serve Him and that she had failed. With a heavy sigh she laid the box of candles next to the one containing the clamps, then slipped into bed wondering if He would return or if these gifts would be final reminders of her failure to Him.
Day four and the gift actually amazed her. It was a silken whip and the enclosed card read: Obey.
The irony of something so soft to discipline was not lost on her. His voice was soft, smooth and soothing to hear and she desired nothing more from Him except to hear him speak.
Day five found her resolve crumbling quickly but she knew she could not seek Him out; she was forbidden to call or contact Him in any way. There was almost a sense of dread as she opened the box. She quickly read the card that, like the others, was merely a single word, the word was Learn.
That word was like a slap as she read it. She had thought she had grown and learned so much but within the box were pictures of Xs and racks with subs bound in ways she had never conceived possible.
Day six the gift was on her door before she left for work. It was a large box and contained a black leather corset with black leather cord for lacing the pieces together. The word on the card was, Grow.
Day seven arrived and she had expected more of the same and indeed there was another gift and other card. It was the card that caught her eye. The others were plan white stock like someone would use for notes or giving a lecture. This one, however, was jet black with gold veins running across it and the single word was stamped in raised gold letters. MINE.
Seven days, seven hours and seven seconds had passed since she first danced in the fire that was created by the kiss of the ice knife. She ached for it once more. The passage of time without word from Him would have been more bearable than the exquisite torment that He unleashed upon her now. The only gifts she desired were His touch and to know by the look on His face that she exceeded what He demanded of her.
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Respect, control, listen, obey, learn, grow, and MINE. The words and the gifts that He selected were not haphazardly chosen. In the seconds, hours and days that past, He left her to wonder what if anything would still be between them. His smile took on a wicked cast as He looked at the sawhorses, chains, leather straps, electrodes and newly formed ice toys which were all in place. They were only the beginning of what the night would hold.
Tonight she would be reborn, reformed and bound to Him as she never dreamed possible. Before the night ended, His touch; His words and even His silence would cause her to tremble. Perhaps His silence would make her tremble more than the others, which would be perfect as far as He was concerned. Light and dark, pleasure and pain, hope and utter hopelessness would live in His silence and she would hunger to feel them all.
Slipping on the leather gloves, he checked once more that the levels were correct for the electrodes. Then he went upstairs and opened the door. As expected she was kneeling holding the box containing the candles and clamps on top of the paddle. The silken whip was hanging looped over her neck, and the black leather corset was revealed by the neckline of the black silk dress she wore. The dress had slits up either side to show her legs and thighs to their full advantage.
Taking the box, He smiled down at her and as He prepared to turn she spoke.
"Master, if it pleases You may one enter?" her voiced trembled as she spoke—she hated that she could not hide her nervousness.
"Enter," he replied with a small smile that she could not see. He was pleased that she was not taking anything for granted because to do so at this point would have been a severe miscalculation.
She followed him as He led the way down the stairs and into the basement, being amazed by what met her eyes. A single slightly oversized high-backed wooden chair was bathed in a pool of light that would not allow her to see beyond it to determine what else might be in the room. The chair was fitted with leather straps and buckles for the arms and legs, and others that fit through the back of the chair
Lying on the seat of the chair was a single fire and ice rose, which stood out in stark relief against the dark highly, polished wood of the chair. The long piece of neatly folded black silk was camouflaged until He picked it up and moved it.
"Sit." The command was given in a soft neutral voice—he was not about to have her trying to anticipate what was to come. The fact that she jumped at the sound of His voice was all that He needed to confirm His suspicions that her thoughts were chasing down the many tangents that the sight of the chair triggered.
It was time to bring her back to the here and now.
She bit her lip to keep from swearing aloud, as the sound of His voice jolted her back from the wistful thoughts of what He might have planned. He must have seen her start, but all she could do was focus and obey as she quickly made her way to the chair to sit.
Taking the rose in hand, she slid back in the chair, bowing her head but looking up through thick, dark lashes. He approached her in absolute silence, and she was reminded of her promise that He would scream her name. As He moved closer, she felt the steel of that promise to herself begin to melt in her desire to please Him.
Once he was close enough, he whispered in her ear, "What was the first word?"
"Respect, Master," came her immediate reply.
"And do you know what it means to respect Me?" The second question was asked as softly as the first, but some how it carried much more intensity and she was uncertain as to how to answer Him, but she knew she had to.
"To respect You means that I trust that Your decisions are best. Although I may challenge the reasons for them, I can do that only if they do not cause others to question our positions... for You are Master." The reply was made in a breathy whisper. She caught her breath realizing that she had been holding it because of His intense inspection of her. And now, it was becoming no easier for her to control her breathless state. He had begun to buckle the padded straps in place about her wrists and then her ankles.
"Well said for respect and trust are hand in glove. The amount of respect you give Me will always be a result of the amount of trust you have in and for Me." The last was stated as His eyes met hers and the last of the straps were placed around her neck.
Bound as she was she could not see Him as He melted into the shadows and retrieved the lamb's wool covered electrodes. But she could hear the soft buzz as He came closer. He stood directly behind the chair and began a silent count; once He reached 35, He ran the electrodes over her long shapely legs, which caused the first of many screams. The charge was set so the caress of the electrodes would be a tiny series of pulses not unlike a massage.
