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Caira was a pretty, normal girl; she worked hard, played hard and loved hard. That is why a large smile lit her face as she listened to the voice mail. The deep voice resonated pleasure through her lithe frame. ?I’ll be there at 7:30? he said forcefully, ?make sure to have my Toy ready.? Immediately her slit grew moist and warm, his voice and the use of her nickname turning her on. She glanced up at the clock, already 3pm that was going to cut it fine indeed. He would usually give her a day or more warning when he wanted to come over. So this was another of his little ‘tests’? could she be ready in time?
She jumped up from the couch, eyes darting around the house judgmentally. Her fit 5’8? frame boasting a natural DD cup. Caira made sure to work out everyday to keep the 27? Levis’ riding on her hips. Thankfully, the house was mostly clean since she was always picking up. She would just have a quick pick up, dust and a vacuum. Picking a playlist on her ipod and pumping the volume up to 10, she was again glad she had splurged on this house by itself on the outskirts of town. There would be no noisy neighbors to complain about the noise or ask awkward questions about her ‘visitor’.
Like a whirlwind, she moves with the music, long auburn hair swirling, flitting from room to room. As she makes her bed, not that she will need it tonight, the light summer dress slips from her body. He will not want his ?Toy? clothed; Caira giggles at the electric thrill calling herself that sends through her loins. A dainty hand wanders down to touch the moisture, feel the desire already pulsing in the tiny bud. With a shake, she gathers up what laundry there is and tosses into the machine.
As the water sloshes in the laundry room, Caira pads to an ornate box on the mantle. Almost caressing it, she opens the heavy ebony lid. Sitting innocently on the red velvet lining are two items. The first a simple brass key, it opens her spare room which he calls ‘the Training Room’. This is where they will spend all their time tonight, the room of pleasure and pain. The other is something she wishes did not have to stay in the box. A simple rounded band of silver, her collar complete with a lock of platinum. This one item above any other marks her as his ‘toy’. Looking at the lock, she whispers the name engraved in red upon it. ?Fyre? and her body feels’ the heat his name implies. She would wear it always, lock sat in the hollow of her neck for all to see. Proud always to be his but he insists that she must wait, must grow accustomed to it first.
There she lets the collar sit, knowing better than to put it on herself. It’s the key she is after right now anyway. Easily she strolls to the door and unlocks it. The comfort of the rest of her house juxtaposition to the severity of this room. In the center sits a large padded table, because to call it a bed would be too kind. There are cuffs on the four corners and a fifth centered between the two on the top, only dropped down about a foot and a half. It is too easy to see the set up of restraints and picture a naked woman, herself in just a few scant hours, tied there. Hung on one wall are paddles, gags, a flogger and other items. A wide space has been left around the table to allow for easy movement of the one untied. Making it where he could reach any and every part of her without trouble. On a rolling table bought at a hospital supple store there are nipple clamps, clit clams and dildos of every description. She cleans and re-sanitizes everything, there is no knowing what he might what to use and she will enjoy it all.
Another quick go over of the entire house, with a stop to return the key and change the laundry over. Everything except her is ready and a peek at the clock? crap 5pm? Where did those two hours go to so fast? Well, all that was left now was a shower and a nice, long cool one she could have and still be done in time. This was going to be easier than she anticipated. Caira wondered then if Fyre asked would she be honest and say that. Would she look him in the eye and say ?No problem Master, it was easy and I had plenty of time? She would never lie to him but to admit it might make him test her further, cut the time allowed more.
Fantasy to tell him anything but the truth. The idea of even fibbing was ludicrous. Sliding her all too warm body into the shower, she turned on the cold tap. A little, hot just enough to make it bearable she began to wash. A big fluff of bubbles she made out of her long tresses, breasts bouncing with the messaging of her scalp. Rinsing that out and rubbing the magnolia-scented conditioner in. This she rubbed under her arms and on her pubic mound as well, the creamy consistency aiding in a sooth shave without heavy chemicals, like Nair, and leaving behind the scent she knew he loved.
Carefully shaving with sure strokes, a little pressure to keep the skin taunt. Soon she was as bare as a newborn babe was. Rinsing off again and checking her legs, nope she would have to shave them too. The ritual repeated; lather, the razor whisking along and then rinsing off. The enema was next and the part she disliked the most. Easing the nozzle up her tight rectum, she laid flat on the showers tile, feet propped up on the wall and the ‘rain’ pounding on her chest and face. Lifting the bag high she felt the cold-water move into her like the ocean. She lay there; feeling her bowels knot and turn until sure the bag was empty, then she stood up carefully and removed the nozzle. Keeping her muscles tight as he had taught her, pushing past the point of discomfort and bordering on pain. Letting go only when she absolutely could not take it anymore. Using the hand held wand for the shower, she rinsed the tub clean. Then, with a fluffy pouf she suds up her body rubbing it all over, focusing on her breasts and clit. Her hand moves faster, dropping the pouf in her need, a finger slips into her hungry gash. The other grabs and plays with the nipple as the buried hand moves quicker, another finger joining the first and a thumb on her clit. In her mind, Caira pictures what will happen to her later and quickly erupts in climax. She retrieves the pouf and cleans herself again, careful not to turn herself on more than she is already.
Stepping from the shower cool and clean she wraps her hair in one towel and her body in another. Back into the laundry room to check the wash and, mercifully, it is dry already. She hangs and folds them to put them away, the last of the housekeeping done. Toweling off she glances at the clock, a little after 6pm good, and at the thermostat? 70 perfect. Caira takes a little longer to buff her hair dry, the length makes drying it take awhile but he loves long hair so she keeps it, even in the dog days of summer. Finally dry she sends the hairbrush zinging through it, smoothing out any tangles and making it glimmer in the low light.
Waiting was always the problem; it was easy to push thoughts of what was to come away when she was busy with mundane tasks. However, when she had time to sit and think her horny little mind presented a tantalizing array of possible scenarios. At last, she heard his tires crunch in the gravel driveway. Tossing her tawny hair back, she knelt, lightly sitting on her heels, knees wide and hands clasped behind her back. Eyes looking at the linoleum square in front of the door but chin held aloft, heart fluttering in her swan neck.
He sat in the car knowing that the sound of the tires gave him away, that she would know he was here and that made surprising her impossible. Later, he would suggest she pave the drive and she would do it as if he had demanded even though he had not, it was part of what he loved about her. Tonight he was going to make this permanent, if she were willing, locking the collar one last time and giving her something new to wear in the bargain. He doubted it would take her 5 seconds to say yes. Fyre was letting the time spin out, purposely taking a long time to get his bag and silently close the car door. Light little steps carried him over the rest of the gravel without making a sound. Hand on the door handle, he let another minute slip past, knowing the anticipation would be driving Caira crazy.
Opening the door, he saw her kneeling there, near the door yet out of the way, completely naked. His manhood stirred a little at the sight, you would have to be dead not to get excited at the sight of that hot, tight little body. Past her, on the mantle, the little box stood open and waiting for him, he smiled. Each rule and instruction followed to perfection like always. With a click, he shut the door behind him, sparing a glance only to the living room to check it was clean, he took long strides to the fireplace.
Slipping the silver collar from that soft box, his thoughts turns to another soft box that he will soon be touching. He shakes himself, no is not the time to get out of control, there is much to do before the real fun can begin. ?Toy?? he said as harshly as possible. He could hear her breath quicken but kept his back to her. ?Do you like what I hold in my hand? Be honest now.? She was quick to respond, breathless in agitation, not knowing if he were angry. ?Yes I do, Master. I like it very much.?
He turns around, smiling face into the light and Caira nearly swoons in relief, and walks toward her. ?And would you, if I allowed it, want to wear it always?? The smile that lit her face could have guided ships to shore on a stormy, foggy night. ?Oh Yes! I would wear it with pride always!? Now he roughens his voice again and she frowns slightly at the sound ?You realize that it makes you mine, whenever and where ever I might wish. That to take it permanently means you surrender, voluntarily, your freedom of choice to me.? She knew and responded, ?Whenever, whatever and however You wish me I already am Yours forever. I could no more not be Yours as I could live without a heart.? Placing the cold silver around the dainty neck, he locks the lock and places it in the front where she likes it. ?Then I take you as mine, Toy! You will be forever mine or until I release you as my whimsy decrees.?
Grabbing her by the lock, he lightly tugs and she gets up almost falling over herself in the haste to stand. He leads her into the training room and to the table in the middle. Without a word she climbs up on it, tush high in the yet arms and legs open so he can lock her down. Caira had noticed exactly what he required and he had only to tell her once. They did not always do the same thing but the beginning was the same. It made a kind of rhythm, something from which they could start new stuff. He locked the ankles, wrist and neck into place and she was caught.
Her heart beat fast as she followed him into the room; he had finally collared her completely! Whatever else may happy tonight, be it pleasure, pain or both and it was so often both, that glow of contentment would not fade. Without hesitation, she got into the ‘spanking’ position, which was a modified doggy style. She shivered a little as the cuffs locked into place, her mound growing ever moister in desire. The first blow of the flogger fell with a snap, leaving a tingling, warm line on her ass. It was attention getting, not that every fiber was not already tuned toward Fyre, but not painful. The first few strokes never were, they were just meant for a warm up, to get the mind and body in tune. A rustle then His voice, commanding. ?Count aloud Toy, every one and if you falter or miss we start again!?
The paddle hit with a resounding crack and it brought hot pain to her bottom and tears to her eyes but she called out ?One!? Repeatedly the paddle fell, sometimes slow and sometimes quick where it was hard to keep up with the count. At one point he stopped, telling her to remember what number they were on for he would, and left her alone for five minutes. She wagged her tush in the air, sobbing and begging him to return, to hit her again only not to leave her this way. He slipped in unnoticed, Caira to busy in her desperate state to notice, and slipped a lubed dildo into her tilting rectum. She sighed and held still knowing he was again by her side. Again, the paddle hit and for a second she could not remember what number they had been on but then it came to her. ?30? she said breathlessly.
He continued spanking and she counting until they reached fifty. By that time her ass was red and warm to the touch but not cut open or bleeding. Unlocking her and saying ?Over, slut!? This put her in a daze of feelings and she turned onto her sore bottom. Fyre quickly relocked the cuffs, though she would have just laid there had he told her to. The flogger smacks down on one breast and then the other, hard enough to tingle but softer, more sensual. He turns his hand and sets it to work on her slit. A light moan escapes her lips, ?Yes, Master!? Egged on by her moan of pleasure he quickens the blows but keeps them soft. He only wants to redden her and make her more sensitive. Her hips buck slightly to meet each blow as she opens herself more to the climax building in her.
The wanton bucking is what he has been waiting for, the sure sign she likes it and wants more. Grabbing a clamp from the table he places it onto her clit ?Oh God!? she nearly screams in pleasure. Her hips buck even more wildly and if she was not restrained her feet would be pounding on the table. He slips the clamps on to her nipples next, tightening just enough. She moans low and guttural, words that he cannot make out, her head turning from side to side. ?Stay still and be quiet or I will leave you like this alone!? Instantly she stops moving though by her expression it is a difficult indeed.
?Now my little toy, I have something for you. Do you want it? Nod or shake your head only, no noise.? Caira nods yes vigorously, hoping it might be his manhood. He reaches for another dildo, a larger one that hooks toward the g spot and rams it home into her cunt. ?No noise, not a peep, understood?? as he turns the vibe on. Her legs tremble slightly, her eyes roll and she drools slightly but she stays silent nodding yes. As he walks away from the table her resolve almost fails, she thinks for a moment he means to leave her but sees he is only going toward the overnight bag he brought.
Both Cairas’ holes are filled and her head swims with the heavenly ecstasy, her body almost humming in time with the vibe. Her eyes go in and out of focus as she tries to watch what Fyre is doing. Strolling, he returns to the table, calm and not letting show a piece of the rock hardness in his pants. Lightweight platinum cuffs, about an inch wide and made with a clever lock that does not show, he places on each of her wrists. The old ones he lets fall to the floor with a clatter, hooking these to the D bolts in the table. ?Now these too you will wear everyday a reminder of how I will chain you every night. Do you accept and agree?? She did not need him to reminder her no noise when she nodded her accent.
Satisfied that the first hurdle was safely behind them he slid off his pants. His cock, larger still than the vibe that throbbed in her cunt, stood at attention. He climbed easily onto the table and put the head against her lips. Caira did not need anymore of an opening than that. She quickly opened her soft lips and wrapped them around his shaft. Sucking and bobbing slightly she tried to take him deeper into her mouth. Felling the pull of her grasping tongue, he slid deeply into her throat. She had deep throated him before like this and so he knew how long each thrust could be before he would need to ease up so she could breathe. Bucking his hips, he fucked her sucking mouth, hard and driving. Pushing the time a couple of seconds but always watching the color of her lips and for the widening of her eyes. She seemed lost to it totally, suckling hard at the root of his cock and nibbling with her teeth if he tried to pull out too soon.
He whispered, ?You may come Toy.? and she did. A great shuddering, trembling of her entire body but never did her slurping, pulling lips falter. Then he was releasing into that velvety mouth, load upon load of thick spunk. As he came down from that first high, he slid his hand across her skin softly. Goose bumps rose after his trailing fingers.
?Do not think you are done pleasing me so easily, little one.?
The End.
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