I open my eyes and remember we're in our basement dungeon. Black leather walls, lots of chains and complicated looking machines. But we feel more at home here than anywhere else and I relax.
He touches my face, tracing the curve of my cheek down to my neck and collar. I'm on a table and my arms are stretched out to the side, wrists and ankles buckled in. I stretch a little, which isn't much, and feel the pleasant tug, the relief that comes with being restrained.
We've been playing, and he had let me close my eyes and rest for a little while. It had been an exhausting session, but I feel rested now. So rested and relaxed, that I forget myself and speak up.
His hand covers my mouth quickly and his eyes blaze. Ah, we're not done yet, and I brace for some tasty punishment. He unbuckles me and and helps me up, rubbing at my wrists and ankles to relieve the marks. Leading me to the large wooden cross, he stands me up against it. Arms out, he wraps my wrists with a rough rope, not the black silk we usually use. Its uncomfortable, he sees me wince, and pulls it tighter.
He runs his hands down my arms, feels my breasts, pinches my nipples, hard. They immediately rise and turn pink for him. I'm intrigued while he explains we're going to try something a little new, something a little different. To test my obedience.
Out comes a lovely antique silver spoon. I recognize it as one of my grandmother's, engraved with her initials, MBTW.
"I thought this would be appropriate for my spoiled little girl. Open up."
He inserts the handle in my waiting mouth. "Now, whatever you do, whatever happens, don't drop it. Don't. Drop. It."
He gets a bottle of water, and pours a little bit onto the waiting spoon.
"Don't spill, either. Be very still. Be a good girl."
This should be easy, I think. Then I hear the hum. The buzz. He holds an extremely large vibrator up so I can see. Shaped like a dildo, vibrating like a silver bullet, my knees start to shake the tiniest bit. He holds it against the piercing in my nipple, and the vibrating metal makes my whole breast shake. I can feel it in my ribcage.
In a blink, the dildo's between my legs, humming away happily. He holds it level, rubs it against my clit, my labia, up my ass crack and back again. I'm already wet, and the vibe well lubed. I purse my lips around the silver spoon. With my tongue, I push it against the roof of my mouth, feeling the delicate filigree bite into my flesh. I nearly go crosseyed trying to watch the water in the spoon. Don't spill a drop.
He kneels down in front of me, to get a better position to control the phallus. In a slow sure move, Master eases it up inside me. I feel like my whole body is shaking, and I watch the water in the spoon reflect the vibration slightly.
He twists it slowly, and I close my eyes. Tighten my lips on the spoon. He pulls the length of it all the way out, letting the head barely touch my clit...the shaking in my legs is unbearable. I pull against the ropes holding my wrists and steady myself. Opening my eyes, I concentrate again on the spoon. I try not to feel the throbbing in my cunt.
With that thought, he drives the vibe home again, and I feel the familiar shudder in my womb. Deep and intense, the waves move over me and I come again and again. The heat spreads from my belly and blooms up my body, the next wave coming before I could groan from the first. I bite down hard on the spoon, holding it steady with my lips, my mantra taking over, Be good...Be good.
He eases off slowly, and turns off the vibrator. I open my eyes and see him looking at my chest.
