My father proudly placed the food he had made in front of me for dinner. He had made Grandpa's favorite for the occasion. It felt like an insult to me to celebrate my grandfather's life in such a way. I was angry. But in my father's defense, I was angry all the time. Over the past year, after we laid Grandpa to rest, I was in a constant state of grieving. My emotions would sway from crying endlessly to being angry at the world. My father had been doing his best to live within the emotional minefield that was now our house.
"How is the food?" My father carefully attempted to start a conversation.
"It's fine." I tried to control my unfair emotions. I recognized that my father was trying to do something nice. In his way, he was still grieving the loss of his father as well. I sipped my drink, returning the silence to the table.
I was halfway done with my meal when extreme exhaustion swept over me. At first, I thought it was a side effect of a long workday. However, I knew better when the exhaustion started to overcome me. In my last coherent thoughts, I attempted to ask my father what he had done. It could have been more successful.
I started to come to--I don't know how long I had been out. I tried to lift my arm to rub my eyes. I was met with what now felt very foreign: a restraint. My foggy brain looked around to try to make sense of what was happening. I snapped wide awake when I realized where I was.
"Dad! What the fuck!" I screamed. I looked around for the man that I was set on beating the shit out of. He finally came out from behind me. He looked nervous but showed no signs of being afraid of my anger.
"Let me go!" I screamed. My body was starting to vibrate with all my emotions. I hadn't been in this playroom since Grandpa had passed. I planned to never come into this room again. I started tearing up as my brain was flooded with memories. Every corner of this room had his imprint on it. The room even smelled of him. I couldn't handle this.
"Please, I don't want to be here." I changed my tactic as my fight and anger were replaced with sorrow and despair. I was hopeful when my Dad approached me. I was wrong. I did my best to fight against him, putting a blindfold on me. I thrashed in the chair, trying to escape my bonds. I felt a pair of headphones slip over my ears. I could tell they were noise canceling because I couldn't hear anything around me anymore.
"Renee, honey, please listen to me." I froze in my chair. It had felt like ages since I had heard that voice. Now, tears were streaming down my face. I leaned back in the chair, doing what my Master asked, just listening to him.
"Alright, Renee, get comfortable and take a few deep breaths, allowing tension to leave your body as you exhale." My body acted as if it had been starved of orders and complied with what I heard on the speakers.
"I want you to focus on the sound of my voice. Don't worry if my voice starts to sound a little distant. In a moment, I will ask you to imagine a staircase, and it can look and feel anyway you want it to. You may find you're wearing an outfit that makes you feel incredibly sexy. The staircase has ten steps, and each step you take will bring you further and further into an extremely pleasurable and highly suggestive state. You will obey anything I say because you have no reason not to. You've already agreed to everything we'll do today, and you know this is what you want. If you have any objections, you can use your safe word: red. Using the word will stop any activity immediately. Do you understand?" My mouth opened to answer him, 'Yes,' instinctively. My cluttered mind had forgotten that he was only in the recording.
No, my brain knew he was there. Just beyond my blindfold, my Master was here. He was going to take away all the pain from the last year. Master was here to take care of me. Just as he always did.
"Good girl. Approach the staircase now, and take your first step, then to step nine. Feel yourself dropping down into a trance twice as deeply as before. Eight.... seven...keep going deeper. Six.... five...halfway there, you can start seeing the room at the bottom of the stairs. Fall deeper and faster now as you get excited for the fun we are about to have."
I step down to the carpeted stair treads. I can feel the silk lingerie swaying across my skin and, with each step, the plush carpet cradling my bare feet. The scene in front of me became more and more vivid and clear as I descended each step slowly. It feels as if I have crossed some invisible barrier.
"When you step onto the final stairs, you will feel complete bliss, making your Master very happy. On step four, you're feeling very obedient and submissive. Three... almost there. Two... and one! Very good, darling. As you walk into the room at the bottom of the stairs, I want you to feel my presence close to you as you notice a door you did not see before. You know, on the other side of this door is a room fully equipped with the most luxurious bed you've ever seen, and you also know that as soon as we cross the threshold, you will have a wonderful night. All you have to do is turn the knob and push the door open. Can you see it?"
I feel Master a step behind me just to my right--such a strong presence, just as I remember it. I see the door start to form out of a smoky haze. I reach out to grab the handle. I can feel Master press against me.
"Good girl..." he purrs in my ear. Hearing him say that sets my skin on fire. A moan forms low in my throat.
"Go ahead, walk in, and get on the bed. Your Master is right behind you."
As I walk into the room, the edges fill in and become more solid the further into the room I go. I see my target at the center of the room: a beautiful, huge bed with a frame made of dark wood and black bedding with at least ten fluffy pillows. I climb onto the soft comforter.
"I want you to listen to my voice closely. Let it take you even deeper than you already are. Feel more obedient to me. You know I want you to have fun and feel good. Go deeper and feel even better than you do now."
"Yes, Master." I moan.
"Perfect, my love. In a moment, I will join you on the bed. We are going to have an amazing time together, but I do not want you to cum until I say otherwise. You may get as close to a climax as you like, but until I permit you, I don't want you to go past that point. It will be worth the wait. Picture me getting into bed next to you, my body next to yours, and my breath on your skin."
My breath caught in my throat, and my pulse quickened. Just as he said, I could feel him pressed against my side. His open mouth is a couple of inches away from my throat. I heard him laugh softly.
"I see you like that. Let's continue. You might find me slowly touching your stomach, trailing up over your breasts, and grabbing your throat so I can turn your mouth towards me. Now, you might find me positioned between your legs as I bend over to discover you with my mouth. Licking and kissing your thighs, barely grazing your pussy on my way up. I'm taking one of your nipples into my mouth as I put more weight on you. You are feeling so good right now, but remember, I don't want you to climax until I permit you. Every inch of you I touch causes you to fall deeper and deeper; it gives you more and more pleasure. I want you to picture me sliding my body against yours, feeling every place our skin touches."
The tremendous heaviness of him drags against my nipples, his hands roam down my sides, and his mouth trails wet kisses down my body. I shiver in anticipation. I lost myself.
"You feel so good, Master!" I moaned.
"I want you to picture me wrapping my arms around your thighs and pulling you towards my face as I bury myself in you, licking and sucking. I'm bringing you closer and closer to that orgasm I promised you earlier. You'll find my tongue playing with all your favorite spots. Alternating in a rhythm so you never know what I will do to you next. I am stretching my hands up to play with your hardened nipples. I can feel your body responding to me, making your Master very happy. Pressure is building in your cunt until you nearly can't stand it. But, you know, your Master will tell you when you're allowed to cum, fucktoy. Good girl... almost there."
Every inch of my skin is covered in goosebumps. All I can think about is keeping his mouth exactly where it is. My clit is throbbing as it begs to be released to pleasure.
"Listen to your Master, now. You must be close, and I am feeling generous. I am about to give you what you're aching for, but I want to hear you beg for it. Tell me, what is it that you want so badly?"
"Please!" I whined, "Please, may I cum, Master?" I twist and arch my body as I fight the desperation.
"Good girl. Picture my fingers working quickly and furiously against your clit. The pressure is building again. Your clit is throbbing against my fingers. It feels so good as I slide my fingers into your wet pussy. I am thrusting faster and faster. I know that familiar feeling is building, which you know will be much better than anything you have experienced recently. When I say you will cum harder than you ever have. When you are done, I want you to thank me. The throbbing you feel in your clit is building high and higher as I move faster; each thrust brings you closer and closer. That is it, darling, just like that. Just a little further... cum now."
Those words pushed me over the peak. Wave after wave of incredible ecstasy went through my whole body. The hair on my arms stood up, and I bucked wildly. I rode the pleasure hard and fast. My brain turned into a cluttered mess. I never wanted the feeling to end.
