Ch 4 - My Role Is A Lie
Ria hung loosely with her arms suspended above her, trying her best to fall asleep. As it was, her position would allow no such comfort. Her eyelids were drooping and she felt exhausted beyond compare, but repose would not pass over her.
Her body clock told her that it was near midnight; the lighting in the room made her feel like it was only dusk.
'My shoulders burn...' Ria thought. 'If only I could bring them down...but...I misbehaved...and...'
She blushed at the thoughts that came next, 'It was...electrifying."
She never wanted to experience it again, but she wished that she would be punished like that every night.
She was jolted out of her thoughts when she heard a 'beep' sound, followed by another one, and another one, and another one. Ria craned her head around in order to find the source of the sound, but failed, and was ready to return to her semi-conscious sleep when she felt something against her clitoris.
Before she could look down, the vibrator that Colin had slipped on earlier set itself off and Ria gasped, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of the vibe. Before long she felt a spasm in her privates and she moaned as she felt an orgasm overwhelm her senses, leaving her panting for breath within her aroused pleasure.
And this repeated itself an hour later, bringing her to another climax, and again, and again, and again.
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"You've really made quite a mess here," Colin tutted while undoing the cuffs on Ria's hand, the latter staring at her feet, embarrassed. "I don't think my best friend's sex partner could have produced that much fluid in a week."
The cuffs came free with a click. Ria's knees buckled and she would have crashed to the floor had Colin not been quick enough to catch her. She gazed at him with gratefulness before realising that she was absolutely naked and threw her arms around herself in order to preserve at least a bit of her modesty.
Colin giggled, though you could hardly call a chuckle a giggle. "There's no point of covering yourself, my sexy little devil. I had my share of your beautiful figure in the night."
He pointed towards a camera on the ceiling and Ria gasped, "You...you filmed me!"
"I did, and..." Colin said, tapping her gently on her cheek, "you're forgetting something."
It took Ria a moment to gather her thoughts, "I...apologize, master."
"That's better," Colin smiled, and gave her breasts a little squeeze, making her moan softly. "Now I want you to clean this mess up and bring a change of clothes with you from the pile of bags in that corner. Then, you come to my room. Are we clear?"
Ria mumbled, "Yes, master."
Colin nodded, seeming satisfied. "They made a good choice."
Once Colin had left, Ria settled down to think about how she could clean the puddle of her sexual juices that surrounded her. Her mind floated back to the tangas and demi-brassieres she had been wearing till last night before her ordeal, but immediately discounted the thought. The panties had been drenched enough times to render them absolutely useless, and the bra would be no more effective than her tongue.
She knew she didn't have much time left to solve this mortal dilemma, so she settled to using whatever resources she had at hand.
Colin had spent almost 10 minutes in his bed with a BDSM novel in his hands and had nearly decided to go and check on his slave when she arrived at his doorway, holding 'clothes' in her hand.
"Forgive me for taking so long, master," Ria said. Despite her fluency with the word at the end of the sentence, she still kept choking on it and realised that it would be a long time before her pride would allow her to accept her submissive position.
"Any longer and I would have grown a grey beard on my chin," Colin grunted. "At least you're here. I'd advise not taking so much time to clean a puddle and pick out a set of clothes."
"Um, master," Ria decided to speak, "by clothes...you don't mean the heaps of undergarments in the bags?"
"Of course I do," Colin said with a tone that clearly added, 'Duh'. "Were you expecting tank tops and denim shorts?"
'Yes,' Ria thought. "Yes," Ria said.
Colin shook his head. "Unless it becomes unbearably cold, which it won't since my whole house is fitted with a central heating system, I'd like to see you in a good looking pair of undergarments. You'll be using the shower in my room to wash up whenever you need to, and I'd advise you not to lock the door, in case I suddenly decide to make a surprise entrance."
Ria flushed.
Colin laughed, patting her on the cheek. "I've already seen you stark naked now. It's fine. Go get ready now, because there's a lot of 'bonding' that we have to do today."
He stressed on the 'bonding' part of the sentence, and Ria's cheeks went from red to crimson.
He left the room and Ria proceeded into the bathroom. She was immediately struck by how big it was. There was a Jacuzzi large enough for her to fit in and make snow angels without ever touching the sides. In another corner, there was a large cubby with a shower and a waterproof digital panel to play music. There was a fully automated toilet and a large wash basin with multiple dispensers, and all of this led Ria to wonder how the nineteen year old teenager who had kept her with him as a sex slave had got all the money to buy all of it. No doubt there were more wonders around the house.
She stepped into the shower cubicle and started the water, loving the feeling of it rushing down her body. She flipped through the list of songs and started playing one that she recognized from the radio. It was on low volume, but high enough that Ria did not hear the slow opening and closing of the door, or the sliding of the shower cubicle's entrance. She did, however, notice a faint brushing against her back, and she whirled around to find Colin leaning against the sliding door and grinning at her, wearing nothing but bathing shorts.
"Y-y-y-you're...seriously..." Ria started, but remembered that she was missing out on something that could earn her pain in the long term. "What are you...doing in here...master?"
"How are you doing, my sexy little devil?" Colin crooned. He liked the phrase. "Astounded by the bathroom?"
Ria nodded. "I was amazed, master..."
"I used to be considered a child prodigy back in school," he continued. "I still am, as a matter of fact. Most of the money that I won in the past six years has been used for the construction of this place. Now, I get a part of my income through paid visits to speak at sex conventions about BDSM practices."
His gaze shifted downwards, towards a blue object holding on to Ria's labia, and he snickered, "You still haven't noticed it?"
Before Ria could check, however, Colin had already wrapped his arms loosely around her, one hand fondling her rosy pink derriere, the other slipping the clip-on vibrator out from its seating place. He dangled it in front of her cheekily, and she looked away quickly, embarrassed once more.
The shower water cleaned up the vibrator soon enough, and Colin placed it on a rack, before proceeding to help Ria soap and bathe herself. Ria allowed him to do so, grudgingly but without protest. He did his job thoroughly, taking special interest in her breasts.
After a while of getting washed under the pouring water, Colin left the bathroom, leaving Ria to wash up for herself. He jumped onto his bed after drying himself thoroughly, savoring the memories of her flirtatious and curvilinear figure. He heard a click at the door and it opened, revealing Ria in matching emerald green bra and thongs.
"Ooh," Colin cheered, "the thongs. I thought those were the most unlikely pair that you'd pick. It seems I was mistaken."
He patted the side of the bed that was unoccupied and continued, "Come, sit here."
Ria did as she was told and knelt on the bed beside her master, awaiting. "What would you like me to do, master?"
"Today I'll be training you in the arts of serving me," Colin chuckled. "The first stepping stone on the path to making you a sex goddess."
Ria bowed her bowed back even lower in order to avoid having to show the embarrassment on her face. Colin pushed the blanket away and slowly pulled his shorts down, revealing unremarkable underwear with a remarkable bulge at the center.
She knew what she was going to have to do, even as the underwear went down and Colin's erect shaft pounced up, shivering.
"Undress," Colin said roughly, but not unkindly, and Ria did so, leaving her clothes (if one could call undergarments clothing enough) beside her on the pillow.
