Jenna drove as fast as she dared. The wreck on the bridge had caused a stand still in traffic for thirty minutes and when it had started to move it was at a snail's pace. She was fifteen minutes late. Jared would be displeased. He'd told her to be home no later than six-thirty. She left the packages in the car and went straight inside. "You are late."
"Yes, Master, I am sorry."
JaredMaster grabbed her wrist and pulled her quickly to the lashing post. Her cuffs still hung there on the chain from two nights previously when he'd whipped her for pleasure, but jennaslave knew that this would be entirely different. Today, she was being punished.
He secured her quickly without removing her clothes. This one post of the many that she had designed into the architecture of their home was close to the wall to allow less mobility. Her arms were high above her head and she was up on her toes. She was blinded by the black leather mask that he slipped over her eyes and stunned by the next sensation. JaredMaster took her dress by the hem and ripped it up the center of the back. He'd instructed her earlier in the day to wear no panties so she stood helpless and barebacked before him.
He took the whip from his back pocket and without stopping he lashed her on her ass, thighs, and back for each minute that she was late, making her count each blow out loud. By fifteen she was quietly crying behind the black mask.
"I'm so sorry, Master."
"You are forgiven," he said as he released her wrists and removed her blindfold. "We will not make our reservations in time now so you may remove what's left of your clothes and put on your collar. I will start supper."
"Sir?"
"Later, my jennaslave..." He knew what she wanted. She always needed to suckle after punishment but first he would start her dinner. He would fix her favorites tonight. She had served him well and without complaint.
He hated punishing her but... he loved the way she gave herself to it completely. He thought perhaps he had been too hard on her... but he worried about her every moment that they were apart. She should have called.
jennaslave arrived in the kitchen wearing only her collar as instructed. With her head down she went straight to her Master. He turned her around and inspected her bottom to make sure that he had not been too carried away, and then he allowed her to kneel before him and suckle. Her suckling stirred the fire in him that had been ignited by her lashing, "Oh, jenna," he whispered. The tuna steaks were done but his cock was raging hard from the whipping that he had given her. "First, I will take my nourishment from you, then the food."
He pulled her to her feet and picked her up. She wrapped her legs and arms around him, holding him tightly and burying her face in his neck as he carried her to the table. He propped her on the edge of the table and jennaslave quickly unbuttoned his pants to free him fully so that he may take her.
He drove into her fiercely and with nothing held back. Pumping her cunt as he held her tightly to him... kissing her deeply, he was cumming in seconds. "Oh, Jenna! My Jenna!" When his trembling subsided and his cock slipped limply from her cunt, she slid down his body and eagerly licked him clean.
...
JaredMaster showed no further interest in using her that night which saddened jennaslave. She had not been given permission to cum during the whipping because it was punishment and not for pleasure. Now, as they prepared for bed, she was throbbing and needing release.
"Master, shall I remove my collar now?" She asked tentatively, hoping that the answer would be no.
"Yes, you may sleep now."
jennaslave was dismayed by his answer but would never question it. Never. Master knew her heart and her body and he would provide for them when it was time.
It took a long time for the need in her to subside enough to let her sleep, but finally, in the comfort of her Master's arms, she drifted off.
He wanted her so badly. Every muscle in his body strained from withholding, he could not sleep. When he felt her finally relax and her breathing slow and steady, he was able to move a bit without waking her, so he softly touched her hair. He loved to look at the silhouette of her face in the moonlight. How had it been that fate finally shined on him and brought her into his arms. He loved her so deeply that punishing her was both agony and awe-inspiring. Watching as she submitted to him... fully giving herself over to his demands... trusting him with her body and her soul... was more than he ever dared to hope for. She was his, and in taking her... he was hers.
He needed her again. Leaning down he nuzzled her ear and quietly whispered, "Open for me, Jenna." jennaslave stirred a bit and sighed deeply but without waking so JaredMaster persisted but still only whispering, "Open for me, My jennaslave, Master needs his pussy..."
Her breathing grew slightly thicker and shallower but she did not wake. JaredMaster waited and watched as slowly... oh, so slowly... her body responded and her thighs parted for him. She was truly his.
Watching her submit, even in sleep, was more than he could stand. He had to know more about how deeply imbedded her commitment to him was. Without touching her anywhere, not even the slightest graze along her open thigh, he laid his finger on her sleeping clit and very softly began to massage it. He was careful not to get carried away because he did not want to wake her. He knew her heart when she was awake, now he wanted to know her submissive soul.
The lazy down pour of rain outside the window made him smile. She loved to sleep when it rained and he had no intention of waking her completely yet. For now he wanted only her subconscious to answer him. He moved close to her ear again and speaking barely above a whisper he told her, "This clit is mine. It does not belong to you. It is simply a tiny part of a willing slave who wishes only to please me." Slowly, oh so slowly, the way a child removes a band-aid, he pulled his finger away.
Because sleep was sporadic for his Jenna he allowed her to sleep in her mask which provided constant light control. Knowing that, he slipped carefully from the bed to turn on the lamp on the other side of the room. Even in the soft light of a simple lamp he could see the subtle changes in her body. There was a warm glow that had worked its way up and caused a flush in her cheeks, and her clit was engorged. The dark outer lips of her pussy were being pushed apart by the opening of her cunt to her Master, as a new bud to the warmth of the morning sun. He decided at that moment that he would do this as often as he could without conditioning her to wake. He would have to have her. There was no way that he could continue without waking her eventually to serve him and if he did it often she would learn to wake at his slightest touch. Tonight, however this was new, and he intended to learn as much as he could before his need for her took control.
He went to the bed again, deciding this time; her nipples were to be the subject of his attention. Fearing the abrupt change in temperature would wake her; he decided against using his mouth but chose to roll them delicately under his palm. With a flat rigid hand he touched only the tip of her nipple rolling it in tiny circles with his palm. They hardened at his manipulations and drew up tightly erect.
Then he leaned in closely to her ear and barely louder than a whisper he told her, "These nipples belong to me." To his amazement, she sighed deeply and gave the slightest of nods in affirmation. Her lovely lips parted a little as her breathing grew slightly heavier and her legs rolled out just a tiny bit more. Seeing this sent a flood of need through him he had to fight down that he may continue with restraint.
He knew he could not manipulate her mouth without waking her so he chose to turn his attention back to her cunt and wait patiently for the day when he would find her sleeping on her stomach. Her lips glistened in the light of the lamp and he thought that he could see an occasional contraction at the opening of her womb, a grasping for want of more. He would give her more. He carefully inserted his middle finger in her pussy seeking that coveted point of pleasure that he had made his own. Tonight he would reinforce that lesson.