"Yawn!"
Awakening , I find the room shrouded in darkness; a damp mist has crept through the barred open window. An eerie sound breaks the silence. Startled, I grope around searching in the blackness for the candle by the bed. "Ha!" Discovering it, I strike a flint to the wick. Another flint strikes in the corner by the fireplace, and kindling is set ablaze. Nearly dropping my candle, I place it back on the table. The deep, heavy voice of the master greets me. "Good evening, my rose petal, have you rested well, today?" Finding my voice and my courage, I answer, "Yes, M-a-aster!"
"Come, join me by the fire," he says, and beckons with an outstretched hand. Knowing full well not to keep him waiting, I hastily grab my robe and slip it on and hurry off toward the fireplace and the master.
"Sit!" His hand taps at a spot next to him. I cautiously rest my bottom next to his thigh on the velvet cushioned bench. His arm surrounds my shoulders and pulls me backwards, and his lips cover mine. Strangely I succumb, enjoying the warmth of his invading, moist tongue. After an eternity, he releases his lips from mine. "Mmmmm, sweeter than I remember, my rose. Did you really have a restful day or did thoughts of tonight keep you tossing and turning, my petal?" For the very first time, I look up into his deep blue eyes and softly tell him, "No, master, I rested well," and lower my gaze again to the floor.
"Oh? We shall soon see if you will have a restful sleep after tonight, wench." He stood up and, taking my hand, pulled me to my feet. Again his lips found mine and crushed them urgently against his. Like a puppet pulled by invisible strings, my arms lifted and went around his neck. Surprised by my move, he jolted backwards and looked into my eyes. "What is this? have you had a change of heart, tell me wench!" As he held me at arms length, he waited for an answer. Trembling, I gathered breath and began to explain. "Master, first, my name is not wench, it is Leigh." Second, I became your captive, not by choice but by force. Tonight, sir, I am your captive by choice."
Without another word between us, he ever so gently pulled me to himself and moaned, showering kisses over almost my entire body. Again holding me away from himself, he looked in my eyes, only to see tears welling up in them. "Do you want me now, Leigh?"
"Yes master." His finger came up to my lips, "shhhh, you shall call me, Artus." Pulling me once more to himself, his hands slid the robe from my shoulders, and he motioned for me to remove his clothes from his body. "Slooowly, sweet Leigh, slowly."
Like a demon had possesed me, I suffered in desire,every movement; my loins were dripping with moisture; my whole body aching for release. I never looked at him last night, his body that is, save his bulbuous phallus, but now, I was uncovering every piece of clothing with a gasp. "Artus! you are so beautiful." Overcome, I kissed the fur on his chest and then down to his pant lacings. "Whoaa, my eager rose" he smiled with a playful grin, there is time enough for that. I have much to teach you, and this night grows short."
His hand reaches near the hearth, to a large wooden box. Opening it, he brings out a strange implement , almost a copy of his cock, then he takes out a jar of ointment and another short replica of a cock. Leading me gently to the bed and laying me down , he kisses me deeply and lifts my wrists to be tied above me like the night before. "Bend your legs a little, Leigh." After arranging my bent legs in an open, splayed manner, he now climbs up on me. His hands run over my body slowly and masterfully plying, pulling and causing the most exquisite sensations. "I see you like this, my rose, don't you?" My lips trembling out a "Yesssss, oh yessssss!"
