Dinner was leftovers. And they were still delicious. He gave me some ibuprofen for my knees and looked them over in the kitchen, declaring me to be "in good shape." We even chatted a bit about books and music. It was still odd to sit there, naked, while he was fully clothed.
He cleaned up again, insisting that I stay seated. "You'll need your strength, my dear."
I swallowed hard but there was a small twinge in my belly. I was always known for my curiosity, but this wasn't anything so simple. I was well aware that my nipples hardened at his words.
He came back to the table and hooked his finger in my collar. He tugged me gently to my feet and smiled. "Back to the dungeon."
"Yes, Master."
He kissed my forehead and I shivered. He cupped my breast and pinched my nipple between his fingers. "Trust me, petal."
"Yes, Master."
I followed him down the stairs and into his office. He picked up the paddle from his desk and smiled at me. "Don't look so scared. You are going to enjoy this."
I nodded, my mouth too dry to make words. My eyes and throat burned. He took my hand and led me into the dungeon. He walked me around the room again, seeming to take his time deciding what to do. He stopped in front of the spanking bench and tipped my chin up with the paddle.
"I think you should climb on. Just to see how it feels."
I knew I was shaking again. He put the paddle down and put his hands on my shoulders. "I am your Master. You will do what I say."
"Yes, Master."
"But you are also my slave. And I will take care of you."
"Yes, Master."
"Let me help you get on."
I nodded, sweating and tearing up. He moved to stand beside me and put his arm around my back. I put my hand on the bench and carefully lifted a leg over it. The knee throbbed at the movement but nothing gave out on me. He helped me adjust until my calves were on the cushions and I was leaning forward, my hands on the stomach padding.
"Any pressure on the knees, petal?"
"No, Master."
"Good. Even without the rice, you don't want to be on them too long like that."
He walked around me, nodding and touching my arm on the way by. He stopped in front of me and smiled, that predatory look in his eyes again. "Lean forward, put your arms on the cushions. I want to see how you look."
I did as he asked, my stomach settling comfortably on the padding. I rested on my forearms and felt the air on his open pussy. I shivered and he chuckled. He walked around again and ran his finger down my spine, making me shiver all over again.
He stood behind me and rubbed my ass with both hands. He slid two fingers into his pussy and moved it in and out. He ran his nails over the back of my thigh and I gasped.
"You look lovely, my dear slave. Good enough to eat."
"Thank you, Master." My voice quivered and I knew how wet and responsive my body really was. I heard him move but couldn't tell what he was doing. I just had to wait.
Something rubbed against my ass. He put his fingers back into his pussy and dragged whatever it was over my skin. He pumped into me and I pressed back, making him laugh. A light smack hit my left cheek and I cried out in surprise.
"You are so wet, petal. I think you like this."
Another swat, this time on the right. He kept working his pussy, then gave his clit a squeeze. I rocked with him in spite of myself.
"Do you know what a safeword is, petal?"
"I think so, Master. A word that makes you stop?"
Two swats, in quick succession. "Indeed. When you are in this dungeon, you need a safeword. But only to be used in true distress or trouble."
"Yes, Master."
"Can you think of a good one?"
More swats. More of his fingers in his pussy. More working of his clit. More pushing back against him. I heard myself moan.
"May I come please, Master?"
"Think of a safeword, slave."
The swats were getting a little harder, but still not enough to really hurt. My brain didn't seem to be able to create coherent thoughts. I was grinding back onto his hand, pressing my ass up to meet the paddle. I was getting lost in the sensations.
All I could think of was the heat. "Red flag, Master. Red flag warnings."
He laughed. "I think that works just fine, petal. Even just the word 'red,' and I will stop."
"Yes, Master."
The paddle hit harder. His hand moved faster. His clit had started to throb in earnest. "Please, Master, may I please come?"
"Ask me to strap you onto my bench, slave. Then your Master will let you come."
"Yes," I heard myself say, the word almost foreign to my own ears. "Please, Master, strap your slave to your bench. Please, Master?"
He laughed and walked to the front of the bench. He leaned down and hooked the buckles on my left wrist and forearm. He didn't speak, but he cupped my chin and kissed me. His tongue ran over my teeth. I moaned into his mouth. I didn't let myself think about the reasons behind my actions. I just went with it. And the taste of his mouth was intoxicating all by itself.
He broke the kiss and moved around to buckle my right arm down. My heart sped up and I started breathing through my mouth. He wrapped the right ankle and just below the knee then stood between my legs. He squeezed his clit and I moaned.
He repeated the process on the left and then surprised me by pulling something over my back and pressing me tighter to the cushion. I gave some experimental tugs and of course there was no real movement. I was truly trapped. His pussy seemed to clench on itself and I trembled.
He walked around me slowly, dragging his nails lightly over my skin as he went. He stopped at my head again and put the paddle under my chin, making me look him in the eye. He reached down with his other hand and clipped a short leash attached to the bench to my collar, restricting my head's movement even more. He smiled at me again and kissed my forehead.
"How turned on are you now, little slave? How wet do you think you are?"
"I don't know, Master. Very wet."
He walked away, letting the paddle slide over my skin. The leather on it was smooth enough, but had some friction to it as well. He went back to stand behind me. He slid his fingers in his pussy and started fucking me with his hand.
"Very wet indeed, petal. I didn't think you would be this responsive. But it's clear you're enjoying this."
"Yes, Master." I was taking care to breathe deeply and slowly, my teeth clenched together.
He rubbed the paddle on my ass and I quivered. He hit me with it, one side and then the other, softly at first and then with more force. He continued to fuck me with his fingers and his pussy clenched around them with every stroke.
"Open your mouth for me, slave. Never hold back your sounds. I want to hear them."
"Yes, Master."
