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Annabel & Her Master
Chapter I: My punishment.
I am half-asleep when I hear my Master's key in the bedroom door. H e hasleft me here alone most of the day and as usual I can only imagine where he'sbeen. While I am chained here, for his pleasure, as he says, like an exoticbeast. Today, my bondage allows me to venture within about thirty feet of thebed but no more, just as much as is absolutely necessary. The stiff silvercollar around my neck is locked to a delicate but effective chain attachedto the wall behind the bed. Wide leather cuffs extend over the middle halfof each arm, covering my elbows to keep me from bending them. These are clippedtogether in the back forcing my back into a slight arch; Master finds thismore elegant than cuffing at the wrists and claims that it eliminates resistancebefore it begins. Otherwise, I am naked, except for the long brown hair thathangs nearly to my waist, now in two loose pigtails on either side of my headone covering each shoulder. My pussy has been waxed almost entirely bare exceptfor a soft little triangle just above the tiny platinum ring in the hood ofmy clit. This ring, an ornament containing my Master's monogram, is all thejewelry I wear.
Master doesn't always leave me with my arms cuffed during the day. Often Iam free to roam around the bedroom; to sit at my dressing table, take baths,rummage in the closet, read novels (those that he deems appropriate) perhapseven smoke a cigarette on the balcony whenever he leaves some for me in hissilver cigarette box. On those days I occupy myself with activity: writinglove letters to give Master when he comes home (which he adores) and makingclothes out of the beautiful fabric that he brings me.
But not today. Today I am being punished. Before he left this morning Masterhad given me not only a whipping but also a lecture, reprimanding my behavior,regretting that he had been too indulgent. H e strapped me face down on thebed and whipped me harshly with his belt leaving red marks all over my bottom,my legs, my back. Then he had slipped the cuffs over my arms, locking themtogether, and slid one of his favorite punishment toys deep inside my pussy.This toy is long and smooth like a regular dildo as he pushes it in, but oncehe has it inside of me, he turns a lock on the end and dozens of sharp metalbumps rise all over its shaft. In thi s w ay, not only is the toy uncomfortableto have inside me, but there is no way for me to remove it without causingdamage to myself until he unlocks it with the key. This toy discourages allmovement, because any shifting of position, sitting, or standing pushes thesharp bits uncomfortably into the sensitive walls of my pussy. Therefore althoughI was not confined to the bed, I laid there most of the day on my stomach ormy side, my pussy prickling, my arms sore, feeling sorry for myself, waitingfor Master to return.
Usually, when Master comes home in the evening, I greet him joyfully, endingwhatever task I've engaged with and kneeling by the door to wait for him, myheart pounding at his arrival. Often he brings me little presents, flowers,clothes, sweets. But today, when I hear him coming up the stairs, I decideto pretend I'm sleeping.
The door opens. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch him in the mirror. He takes off his coat and scarf and hangs them in the closet. H e moves quietlyas if he thinks I may be sleeping. Softly he approaches the bed.
"Bella." H e whispers. "Bella." H e knows I am awake.H e sits on the bed beside me stroking my head. I moan softly and turn awayfrom him. Suddenly he yanks on my pigtail harshly. "Is that any way togreet me when I come home?" H e asks.
"No, Sir." I answer quickly, coming to my senses. I struggle tosit up but encounter the difficulty of my bound arms and the sharpness in mypussy all at once. I look at him and pout.
" H ave you been laying here all day?" H e asks me. I nod as sadlyas I can. H e unlocks my arms and they fall exhausted to my side. "Lazylittle girl!" H e admonishes, knowing full well that I had little choicein the matter. " H as this morning's punishment taught you nothing?"
This is a trick question and I decide to skip it and just apologize, addressingthe matter at hand. "Master, I'm sorry I was disrespectful when you camein just now."
"And to think, I was coming here to untie you, free you of this thing," hetaps the base of the toy, "and give you a bath. But now, I don't knowif you deserve that yet." H e turns me over onto my back and begins torun his hands over my body. H e touches the ring by my clit, tracing his initials w ith his thumb . D.M.C. H e notices my pussy i s w et. " H ave youbeen thinking naughty thoughts?"
What else was I supposed to do all day, I wonder. "Yes, Sir." Ibreathe.
"Look how wet you are, my God." H e takes the base of the toy andgently turns it from side to side causing me to jump.
"Ow." I complain.
"Oh, does that feel tender?" H e turns the toy again.
"Ow!"
"Shhh." H e touches my lips. "You know what happens to noisygirls." H e waits. "What happens to noisy girls, Bella?"
"They have to be gagged."
"At the very least." Master is regaining his good humor now andbegins rubbing my clit with his slick finger. This causes me to clench my pussyresulting in even more discomfort. I pull away from his hand. H e slaps myclit hard. I react to the unexpected assault as silently as I can. My breathingsharpens. "Twice you've pulled away from me. Twice in a few minutes. How do you think that makes me feel, Bella?"
"Sad?" I guess hopefully. H e raises his eyebrows. "Angry?" Iguess again more realistically.
"And I was so looking forward to a peaceful evening with you. I was gonnatake you out for a nice dinner. Now I'm starting to think you may be missingdinner altogether." H is hands continue to move over my body. "AndI was even more looking forward to fucking you," H e traces his fingerover my lips sliding his fingers into my mouth, I suck gently. H is other handcovers my left breast. "But I certainly can't imagine you deserve that." He pinches my nipple sharply forcing a moan. H e continues, encouraged. I guessI'll have to settle for some sort of compromise. H e returns to playing withmy clit. I look up into his deep eye s w ith what I hope reads as an appropriatemixture of respect and fear, wishing to salvage the romantic evening describedincluding dinner. I haven't eaten all day. H e's not buying it. H e smilesand kisses me on the forehead placing my hand on the front of his pants. Ifeel his cock, which is rock hard. "I've wanted to fuck you all day." He repeats.
Often Master will come home for lunch during the day to make love to me; sometimeshe will even bring me to his office to service him while he makes calls orwrites letters. But today he left early in the morning without so much as akiss and it is now well after dark.
"So what am I going to do about this, huh?" Master demands. "Ican't reward a naughty girl." Master begins to unbutton his shirt whileI stroke his cock through his pants. H e reaches for his belt and I shiverremembering this morning' s w hipping. H e smiles and slides off the belt lettingit fall to the floor. I wonder what he has in mind. I hope that he is goingto take this horrid object out of my pussy soon. But instead he undresses andturns me on my stomach. "Are you still sore from this morning?" He asks caressing my ass gently.
I am not sure the safest way to answer. "A little, Sir." I tellhim truthfully.
H e spreads my legs apart. "And how about your pussy? H ow does it feel?"
"Very sore, Sir." I tell him.
"So maybe fucking you wouldn't be that much of a reward today, wouldit?"
"No, Master, it wouldn't." I agree. Imagining that despite the sorenessinflicted by the prickly object, it most certainly would be rewarding. I alsohave been thinking about him all day.
H e is now lying on top of my back whispering into my ear, holding my pigtailin his fist. "Well maybe I will fuck your pussy then. In a while. Fornow. I think. I'll take you here instead." H e spreads my leg s w ithhis knees and reaches one more time to jiggle the cruel toy inside my pussy.H e pushes his cock against my ass. I sigh distastefully at the risk of furtherreproach but he is now so aroused he is unaffected. H e wraps his arms aroundme kissing my shoulder. "Are you going to be a good girl, Bella?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Open up for me." I try to relax as much as I can as he pushes hiscock into my ass, deeper and deeper, inch after inch.
"Ow. Ow. Ow." I shout. The pressure of his cock inside me is crushingmy pussy with the sharp toy inside and causing a lot of discomfort. I liftmy hips to relieve it and he pulls back, slamming his cock into me harder thistime.
"Mm, you feel good." Master tells me slamming me once again. "You'reso tight." I am breathing very hard now and whimpering under him. "What'sthe matter, honey?" H e asks. "Does this hurt?"
"Yes, Sir. It hurts!"
H e has loosened me up a little and he is getting his rhythm down fuckingme evenly with increasing speed. "Well, what did you expect, young lady? "
I try to make my body as relaxed as possible and enjoy what I can about theexperience. Master's cock is huge and harder than ever inside me. The powerand motion of him intoxicates me. The smell of his sweat and skin usually isenough to drive me into erotic bliss. H e reaches his hand under me to touchmy clit. My pussy i s w etter than ever and my clit is swollen. "You lyinglittle slut." Master whispers in my ear. "You're enjoying your punishment." He begins to rub my clit firmly. I gasp. "You like my cock up your ass,you filthy little fuck-bitch?" H e rubs my clit harder; my ass clenchesaround his cock, my pussy clenches around the sharp metal spikes on the toy.I cry out. Master rubs harder and harder and I find myself in the throes ofa hugely intense climax. I feel lightheaded and dizzy. I am overwhelmed bypain combined with intense enjoyment. I cum so hard I feel that I might passout.
Master stops and lays down beside me on the bed. I curl up next to him exhausted,my body tingling. I begin to lick the sweat off his neck. "Meow." He says. And strokes me like a kitty.
"Master..."
"Yes?"
I give him a pouty look. H e leans over and takes the key from his jacketpocket and slides the toy harmlessly out of my pussy. H e unbuckles the leatherrestraints on my arms. "Thank you, Master."
H e lays back down on the bed. "Well, love. I think I'm ready for mybath."
I go to the bathtub by the window and begin to draw him a bath. "Wouldyou like bubbles, Sir?"
"Sure, I'll have bubbles."
Once the bath is running I go over to the bar in the corner to fix Mastera drink. I bring it to him on the bed along with his cigarette case. H e lightsa cigarette and I curl up next to him. H e massages my sore arms and kissesme tenderly. "Are you hungry, Belle."
"Yeah."
"I was thinking we could try that new Italian place. I hear it's supposedto be quite good."
We listen to music while he soaks in the bath and I model outfits for him.H e chooses a long purple silk dress and matching heels. I braid my hair whilehe dries off. H e watches me at my dressing table as I do my make-up. "Youlook so elegant in that pretty dress, no one would ever know that underneathyou're just a dirty little slave girl: tied up in the house all day, gettingfucked in the most inelegant ways, servicing me and my friends..." I smile.H e puts his hands on my shoulders.
"Except for the collar around my neck." I joke with him.
H e touches my collar. "It just looks like rubies set in a Tiffany silvernecklace."
"It is just rubies set in a Tiffany silver necklace, Sir."
"But very custom."
"Very custom." I smile. Master designed the collar himself. It isa wide band of solid silver with no clasp or hinge. It just doesn't come off.On closer look, you can see the little metal loops embedded in the collar.These can be pulled out so that he may attach things to me, or me to thingsas necessity dictates. The front is covered with tiny rubies and Masters initialsare engraved in the back. The collar is about an inch and a quarter wide andfairly thick. It looks just a tad more serious than an ordinary piece of jewelry.In the two and a half years since I've been wearing it I have gotten many,many comments not to mention the interrogations at airport security when Ihave to explain that, "Yes. It's true. There is really no way to removeit." When Master introduces me to his friends often it's the collar thatseems to fascinate them even more than our relationship.
Master is now dressed in eveningwear, a lovely pale blue Gucci tie and a crispivory shirt. I help him with his cufflinks. H e pulls on his suit jacket andreaches for my arm.
Over dinner Master tells me that he has some important business associatesfrom overseas coming into town. They were going to stay in a hotel but sincethey're likely to be working day and night with him on this deal, Master suggestedthey stay with us. "They're arriving tomorrow morning, Bella. And theywill be staying indefinitely."
"And I'll be taking care of them?"
"And you'll be taking care of them."
" H ave you met them yet?" I ask curiously.
"You just want to know if they're handsome. Well yes, I've met them,and I'm not really a judge of these things but they seemed like fairly attractivemen, yes. Any more questions?"
"No, Sir."
"Are you going to be a good little hostess."
"Yes, Sir." H e smiles and presses my hand under the table. I wonderwhat he has in mind for me.
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