He let her rest for a time. She was physically exhausted from struggling and crying, from having her pleasure withheld from her for so long, and then from having it granted at last in such a shattering orgasm. She was mentally exhausted from the strain of learning so much about herself so quickly. He untied her hands and ankles, and she stretched her muscles, then curled into him, burying her face in his chest. For the first time, his eyes were gentle as he stroked her naked skin and ran his fingers through her hair, soothing away her tension.
She fell asleep in his arms, and he left her tired little body on his bed, cuffing one of her ankles to the bed frame before he went.
When Rebecca woke, at first she could not remember where she was. Then it all flooded back to her in a rush. She was a slave now. A pet. A toy. Along with the memory came a strong emotion. Something like relief, with a tinge of shame, and a great deal of arousal.
She looked for…him…she did not know his name…but he was gone. She tried to get up, but realized that he had tethered her ankle to his bed. She must wait. She sat up and moved to the foot of the bed. She hugged her knees and waited for her master.
He came soon enough. When he entered his bedroom and saw his little pet, curled up into a ball, waiting for him patiently, uncertainly, he was flooded with tenderness. He went and sat next to her on the edge of the bed, pulling her into his lap.
"You slept for several hours. It’s 5 PM. You must have been tired." He toyed absently with her nipple.
"Yes sir," she answered him shyly. She loved being in his arms.
"You feel better now, baby?"
"MUCH better sir. Better than I’ve ever felt…in my whole life." He smiled at the wonder in her voice.
"You’re a virgin, little one?"
"Yes sir."
"Have you ever been with a man at all?"
"Yes, but…no one ever…treated me the way you do."
"I can’t imagine why. This is the way you should be treated. The way you need to be treated. Anyone can tell that just from looking at you. Has a man ever given you an orgasm before?"
"No sir. I’ve only given myself an orgasm. People have tried, but…no one knows…what I need…except for you."
"And what do you need, slave?"
"To be…dominated…" She whispered.
"So you masturbate yourself to relieve your tension? Show me how you do that." He unlocked the chain around her ankle and lay her down on her back on his bed. "Show me, Rebecca. Show me how you play with yourself when no one sees."
She obeyed him. Her left hand moved to her breast. She squeezed it and rubbed her palm over it in circles, then began to play with her nipple. Her right hand moved cautiously to her pussy. She stroked her slit and tweaked her clit with her fingers until her cunt was wet and slippery. Then, while still pressing her clit with her thumb, she slipped a finger, then another, inside her cunt and began to stroke the sensitive wall. Her body began to move seductively, her hips gyrating against her hand. Her left hand began to squeeze her breasts more roughly. She moaned.
"And what do you think about as you play with yourself, little one? Do you fantasize?"
