4 comments/ 25447 views/ 3 favorites Deliverance Ch. 01 By: Swxytgrlly My mind raced with a million thoughts, and I wondered how this all came to be. It was never what I intended and nothing close to anything I had ever dreamed. I felt whole . . . amazing how it took giving myself up to feel that completion. I've discovered who I am and who I can become. It was all so surreal. I've read of these things, but never believed they could gain substance and become tangible. Words like submission and slavery are thrown around, without any perception of what they really mean, of what they could mean. "A woman on her knees truly is a most beautiful site." He spoke as he crossed the room. My eyes, cast downward, followed each step. He rested himself in a chair and patted his leg. I crawled to him and laid my head in his lap. As he stroked my hair nothing else seemed to matter. There was safety in his presence. I knew that, but more importantly, I felt it. It was not a simple task to make my worry disappear. But he managed to erase it all with one commanding look. I trusted him and that was vital, because I gave him not only my body, but my life as well. In return he gave me serenity and freedom, freedom from control. I was no longer conflicted with those menial decisions, what to wear, how to style my hair and so forth. All of these things now rested in his hands. He started slowly, but he was consuming me. And I knew that there was much more to come, each step more in depth than the last. He never pressured, never needed to. It was as if he could see into my mind. He knew what I was ready for and how to push just enough to expand my limits, without going too far. "Look up pet." "Yes, Master." "Are you ready pet?" I smiled at his question. He knew the answer, but wanted to hear me say it, "Yes, Master." "Crawl over to the table and retrieve that rope for me." "Yes, Master." His commands always required a reply. For each of us, the obedience meant so much more than any sexual act could. I crawled across the room, and I could feel his eyes on me. When I approached the table, I leaned up on the tips of my fingers, making certain to never let them leave the floor. I grasped the rope in my teeth. Then slowly, deliberately, knowing how much he enjoyed watching each movement, I turned and crawled back to him. I dropped the rope at his feet and stayed on all fours before him. He picked up the rope and stood. He placed two fingers under my chin and raised my head so that I was looking him in the eye. "Such a good girl you are." "Thank you, Master." He smiled down at me before gently pulling me up on my knees and walking behind me. He took my hands behind my back and melodically tied my wrists together, tight enough that I could feel each bristle of the rope. He ran his fingers over my shoulders and down the sides of the black lace camisole he had picked out for me that night. He slipped one hand inside the camisole and around my breast. He ran his thumb over my nipple, causing me to gasp. Abruptly, he pinched my nipple, "Who do you belong to?" "I belong to you, Master." "And what are you?" "I am your slave, Master." "Good girl." He removed his hand from my breast and came to stand in front of me. He wore only a pair of shorts, but quickly gestured for me to remove them. It was a bit awkward pulling on them with my teeth, but I managed. He ran his fingers through my hair and grabbed it at the base of my neck. My mouth gaped open, waiting, yearning for him. When he finally slammed his cock into my mouth, my lips wrapped around him, and I savored the taste. He fucked my mouth feverishly, and I heard him moan as my tongue worked every inch of him. I could feel him getting close and he slowed down slightly before forcing his cock down my throat. My panties became soaked as I heard, felt, and tasted him come. He pulled away from me and smiled. "Thank you, Master." "You are welcome, pet." He untied the rope and gently massaged my shoulders for a moment before sitting back in his chair. "Fuck your cunt for me." "Yes, Master." I placed a hand down my panties and finger inside of myself. I was dripping and so close to orgasm as I slid my finger in and out of my pussy, faster and faster. "Remove your panties and then get back on your knees. Fuck yourself with two fingers and use your other hand to rub your clit." "Yes, Master." I quickly did as I was commanded, never questioning, never doubting. I was on the verge of coming and knew it wouldn't take much more. "Please Master, may I come?" "Not yet pet." I sighed in frustration and slowed my fingers. "Don't slow down," he commanded "Yes, Master." I couldn't hold out much longer. And I know he enjoyed the pained expression on my face. After what felt like an eternity, he spoke, "Come now, my pet." "Yeeessss, Maaassttteeerrr." An ocean of pleasure fell upon me. I moaned and gasped, my body shaking. How incredible to be able to give myself this kind of gratification. It was so much more than any time I've masturbated before. I took immense joy in the approval my Master showed. He patted his leg again, and I crawled to him, still panting. I laid my head back in his lap and softly whispered, "Thank you, Master." "You are welcome. The night is young, pet, and we've only just started." I dozed off for a bit, kneeling in front of him. I dreamt of everything from the months prior to this meeting. It started so obscure and I would never have believed you then if you told me this is where we were headed. * * * * * It was a Monday night and the bar was virtually empty, as per usual. I had been a Monday night regular for months now and the bartender didn't even know my name, nor I his. But he did manage to have my drink - vodka martini, dry, two olives - in front of my regular stool before I even sat down. I gave him a weak smile as I sipped my drink. I lit a cigarette and turned to watch the game - not that I really knew what I was watching. This was my ritual, though I was beginning to wonder what purpose it served. A few hours of avoidance from my empty apartment and that was all. I promised myself I was going to get out more and meet people, but I was clumsy and self-doubting. In three months I hadn't spoken to one person in that bar, save the nameless bartender when I ordered my drink the first few times. I managed a small advertising firm and I was successful in my work, though that was in part because it was all I really had. I lived and breathed my work as a way to escape the pressures of what lurked outside. My only other venture was this Monday night ritual, this pitiful example to myself that I was making an effort. I took one last drag from my cigarette and stubbed in out in the ash tray before turning on my bar stool to step down. In my attempt to be smooth in my movements I ended up getting my foot caught on the crossbar. I stumbled forward and fell face down. I laid there for a minute, paralyzed from embarrassment. I imagined the mocking faces of the few patrons that sat around me, but instead I felt a warm hand on my shoulder, "Let me help you up." I pushed up and while wanting to look at this kind stranger's face, I kept focused on the floor. "Are you hurt at all? Besides your ego, I mean." I could hear the smile in his voice, and I faintly returned one. "I banged my knee pretty bad. Otherwise, I'm okay." "Thomas, get me some ice," the stranger called to the bartender. 'So that's his name' I thought and I smiled, almost laughed at the whole situation. Thomas returned quickly with some ice wrapped in a towel and handed it to the stranger. I was sitting now with my knees pulled to my chest. The stranger gently held the ice on my swollen knee. A soft, barely audible "thank you," was all I could muster up the courage to say. He took my hand in his and lightly helped me to my feet. I moved toward my bar stool to sit down, but he stopped me. "Please, come sit with me at that booth." He gestured to the corner where his drink sat at one of the booths. I nodded and stumbled over to the table holding the ice on my knee, while he grabbed my drink and my pocketbook. I slid into the corner of the booth, lifting my leg to rest on the seat cushion. He sat opposite me and placed my drink and my purse down on the table. I quickly took my drink and finished it in one gulp. The momentum of my heartbeat was reminiscent of my high school days. I didn't quite understand what I was feeling. "Would you like another drink?" he asked smiling, as if he enjoyed my discomfort. "Please." I answered, and I watched him motion for Thomas to bring me another drink. Thomas quickly obliged and with my fresh drink in front of me, I found myself in the midst of a very awkward silence. I slowly raised my head to look at this stranger for the first time, and I was caught instantly in his gaze. His dark eyes seemed to speak directly to me, and I found myself suddenly wanting to know everything about him. He was the first to break the silence, though that was certainly no surprise, "Since you have agreed to sit and have a drink with me, would you tell me your name?" I smirked, "Grace." "Such a beautiful name." "Even if it is a misnomer." He smiled again. I couldn't believe I was having a conversation with this man . . . And that I was beginning to feel comfortable with him. "Well, Grace, it is a pleasure to meet you. I'm Brian." He extend his hand for me to take. His grip was strong and powerful, but soft. "I must admit, Grace, that I have been watching you for quite some time now." I was taken aback and my comfort shifted some. "Please don't take that the wrong way. I just mean that I have been a Monday night regular for years now, and I noticed you have made this your home as well for the past few months." "I suppose I have." "But you always keep to yourself. I've never even seen you have a conversation with the bartender." "I guess I'm just not that outgoing." "Well, I have to say, you're bruised knee aside, I'm happy you fell because it gave me a reason to talk to you." It was such a line, but it felt sincere coming from him. I smiled, not quite sure what to say next. I finished my drink and proceeded to examine the backs of my hands. "Would you like another?" he asked. "Oh, no. Thank you. I think 2 is enough for me on a Monday night. In fact I think I should get going. I have to be up early and all." I fumbled through my pocketbook searching for my wallet. "I understand if you must go, but please, your drinks are on me." "Oh, thank you, but I couldn't" He took my hand and looked me in the eye, "you can and you will. I've enjoyed your company, and I would like to pay for your drinks." It was commanding, but not forceful. I stopped questioning him at that point and felt a shiver run through my body. Subconsciously I knew something had changed in that instant, but it would be several weeks before I knew what it was. "Enjoy the rest of your night, Grace. And I look forward to seeing you next Monday." "Thank you, Brian, for everything." I picked up my pocketbook and walked out of the bar, limping slightly. My body was aching, and it had nothing to do with the fall. When I got into my car, I must have sat there for ten minutes or more before even putting the key in the ignition. How could such a short meeting have impacted me this much? I still can't answer that, but it did give me plenty to think about the next 7 nights as I slept alone. * * * * * I felt something against my cheek and shook my head slightly to shoo it away, but it remained. "Grace, my pet. It's time to wake up." I squinted a bit and looked up at my Master smiling at me. "I'm sorry Master, I didn't mean to fall asleep." "Nonsense, pet. If I didn't want you to sleep I would have woken you up earlier. Do you feel rested?" "Yes, Master." "Very good. Then it is time to continue." Deliverance Ch. 01 Hi all, this is just something I've been messing around with. I know it's painfully short, but I wanted to see if it received any real attention before delving deeply into it. So please vote, and let me know if this is something you would like to see more of. Thank you very much. The pained scream echoed throughout the forest, shattering the peaceful tranquillity and sending a number of birds scattering from their perches in the canopy above. It was joined by other sounds. More cries of pain, slightly diminished. Heavy thumps and sharp cracks. Deep, rumbling laughter. Izak's head snapped sharply to the right, his keen senses picking up the noise from afar. He slowed his movement through the treetops, dropping lower and catching hold of a thick branch. Without pause, he swung his agile form away from the tree and changed course, heading towards the source of the noise. The spiked cleats of his boots gave him purchase on the moss and dew covered tree trunks, helping him to leap from tree to tree like a primate. As he bounced off each of the thick boles, his sharp gaze planning his path, Izak could clearly make out the noises getting louder. Izak reached the edge of a small clearing, swinging himself up onto a perch obscured by the thick canopy. The group seemed tiny from this height, but Izak took in the details with no problems. There were four of them, hulking grey armoured figures with pale, bloodless skin, carrying a number of wicked blades and torture devices. They stood in a loose semi-circle around a small, insignificant looking figure. A female. She was standing with her arms raised above her head, thick ropes tied around each wrist and securing her to the trees that stood either side. A third rope was tied in a noose around her neck, and she was forced to stand on the tips of her toes in order to breathe. Her body was bare, the ragged remains of her clothing lying in different areas of the clearing. Izak could make out the vivid bruising and whip marks that crisscrossed her skin, creating a tapestry of pain and suffering. Her long blonde hair was plastered to her dirt and sweat streaked face, and the swell of her punished bosom rose and fell as each torturous moment passed. Izak gritted his teeth as he watched one of the armoured brutes step forward and backhand the girl roughly across the face, snapping her head sideways with a crack. He gripped her jaw in a huge hand and spat a guttural curse at her in his wicked tongue, before reaching down with his other hand and roughly cupping her cunt. The blood had dried a little since the four of them had brutally taken her, and it was congealing and staining her pale thighs. The giant spat in his palm and pulled out his huge, engorged penis, stroking the thick girth of his shaft as a feral grin crossed his scarred features. With a growl, he gripped the girl's thighs in each hand and lifted her legs up, thrusting his huge member inside her. Another scream was torn from her throat as he began to viciously pump in and out of her tortured snatch, sending new waves of agony burning through to her core. Fresh blood began to flow down along the brute's throbbing shaft as he forced more and more of his length inside her depths, until the swollen head was smashing against her cervix, eliciting pained squeals with each solid thrust. The giant warrior laughed and gripped her breasts firmly as he used her, dirty claws digging into her supple flesh. His balls slapped against her upturned buttocks as he impaled her with his rigid cock, his thrusts becoming wilder and reckless. The girl's eyes had glazed over with the pain and shock, and she barely registered the rapid increase in the speed and ferocity of the beast's relentless pounding, or the sudden swelling as his shaft shuddered and prepared for his release. Her breasts were bouncing with the momentum of the brute's cock as it forced its way into her depths over and over again, and her entire body was numb from the hours of degradation. She felt like a ragdoll as she was fucked and used as nothing more than a hole, a cum receptacle, a piece of meat to be tossed around by this pack of feral creatures. The monster inside her suddenly howled into her face, spattering her with foul smelling specks of saliva that assaulted her senses. His claws gripped her breasts so tight that they pierced the skin, tiny eruptions of blood surfacing around the edges to run down his wrists. She opened her mouth to scream, but then the brute's cock expanded impossibly wide and unleashed inside her. His unholy seed was seemingly endless, each molten jet spraying powerfully against her cervix until she was overflowing with the burning liquid. A hoarse gasp was all she could muster as the sensations finally became too much and she blacked out, her head hanging limply forward with her chin against her chest. The giant remained inside her for a while, shudders running through his massive form as he waited until he was completely spent. When he was finished, he pulled out of the girl and stepped away, grinning as he pulled the trousers of his uniform back up. The girl hung limply from the ropes, the noose around her neck beginning to cut more sharply into her throat. Sticky streams of hot spunk ran down along her thighs, as they had multiple times already since her capture. The girl's unconscious state did not matter to the creatures standing around her. Another one of the four warriors began to approach, licking his colourless lips as he began to unbuckle his belt. He stiffened suddenly as a long shafted arrow pierced the back of his neck. He turned back towards his comrades, the tip of the arrow sticking out from the ragged hole that was once his throat, and tried to say something. Dark, bubbling blood sprayed from his lips, his eyes wild and panicked, before a second arrow embedded itself between them. The brute fell over sideways with a crash. Izak had loosed three more arrows by the time the remaining creatures had spotted where the attack was coming from. By then, he had already leapt from his perch, and was plummeting towards them like an Angel of Death. He opened his arms out wide as he fell, the webbing sewn beneath each limb catching the rush of air and slowing his descent. A flick of his wrists brought two long, curved blades into his hands, the bright metal dulled with tarlike dashweed poison. Izak curled his body into a ball and fell end over end, landing in a crouch directly in front of the nearest brute. Without waiting for a reaction, he stabbed both blades straight up, impaling the giant's neck. Both arms came apart in opposite directions, leaving a decapitated corpse wobbling uncertainly with a fountain of black blood arcing up into the air. The face of the warrior was frozen in a grimace of shock and confusion as his head rolled across the clearing. The other two giants charged him together. The first, an arrow protruding from his thick breastplate, swung a huge broadsword with a blade as wide as Izak's torso. He ducked the first swing and then darted back from the return stroke, the whistling tip of the huge sword barely missing his chest. When his attacker tried to bring it back across for another heavy swing, Izak sprang up and planted the balls of his feet on the flat of the enormous blade, propelling up and over the giant's shoulders in a flip that landed him back to back with the creature. Izak stared directly ahead as he struck backwards with his reversed blades, burying them up to the hilts in the brute's lower back. The dashweed poison finished the job, causing the formidable warrior to fall to his knees. He clutched futilely at his throat as his organs quickly dissolved into mulch. Izak had no time to savour the kill. He released the grip on his blades and rolled forwards quickly, narrowly avoiding an ugly end as a double headed axe smashed into the ground where he had been standing. The sole survivor of the group came at him like a bull, the fury and bloodlust in his black gaze reflected in the savage swings of the wicked axe. The pair of arrows jutting from his left leg and right arm did nothing to slow him. Izak found himself ducking, dodging and weaving away from the razor sharp edges of the brutal weapon, and despite his speed he barely managed to avoid being eviscerated. Twice he was caught by it, receiving a long gash across his shoulder and another down his left arm. The monstrous barbarian continued to advance, the weight of the tremendous axe clearly having no effect on his rage induced onslaught. If anything, he seemed to be getting faster and stronger with each swing. Enough, Izak thought with a growl, the noise drowned by the bestial roar of his would be killer. Time to end this. He reached quickly inside one of the pouches adorning his vest, pulling out two small globes made of glass. A dark, inky liquid sloshed around inside them. With a quick flick of the wrist, both of the globes spun out towards the axe wielding beast, reaching his midriff at the apex of their flight. They seemed to hang lazily in mid-air for a moment, drifting quite uselessly as time slowed down in Izak's mind. Then the brute swung the axe back across his body and shattered the globes completely. Almost instantly, a burning torrent of blue-green flame leapt out and snatched hold of the giant blade, licking hungrily up across the haft and across the gauntleted hands of its wielder. With a sudden scream that replaced the angry bellows, the creature dropped the weapon and stepped back, but by then the flames were already engulfing his entire body. Izak walked past, leaving the beast to burn. He walked up to where the girl was hanging motionless from her bonds. For a moment, he thought he was too late. He leaned in and tried to listen for sounds of life. There. A soft, rasping whisper of breath. Not much, but not dead yet. Izak pulled a short dagger from his belt and sawed through the rope around her neck. As soon as it went slack, the girl's breathing began to hiss out more strongly. He quickly hacked the bonds around her wrists away, catching her in one arm as she collapsed forwards onto him. He carefully laid her down on the ground, his eyes scanning her tortured form and the catalogue of injuries she had sustained. She was in very bad shape, with ugly welts and bruises staining her soft porcelain skin. The crisscrossing cuts had barbed indentations on them, indicating the use of a Batarra whip, a particularly nasty torture device that caused unimaginable pain with just the slightest lick. Izak brushed her long, golden locks away from her face, which was swollen with a bluish black mark. Blood caked that entire side, all the way down to her neck and collarbone. Despite the horrors enacted upon her, Izak could tell she had once been beautiful. Now, thanks to the pitborn scum that called themselves the Drimocatarr, it was unlikely she would even last the night. 'Stupid girl,' he hissed, frustration mixing with his hatred of the creatures. 'What were you doing out here alone?' Izak stared intently at the unconscious girl's face, as if expecting an answer. A soft, pained moan was all the response he received. Deliverance Ch. 02 He stood and crossed the room. I knelt, still facing his chair, unable to see him. Though I knew what he was bringing over. When I had retrieved the rope for him earlier, I noticed a large duffle bag sitting next to the table. I could hear him now, lifting the bag while whatever surprises lay inside clanged together. He stood behind me and stroked my hair, before taking a comb through it and working out the knots he had created earlier. He tied a ponytail at the base of my neck and then braided the rest. Quite suddenly my head was jerked backwards, but he wasn't touching my hair. I looked up at him, and he smiled devilishly. In his hand was a long rope that he had worked into my braid. I felt a bit of panic at first, but when he gently caressed my cheek, I felt safe again. He slipped off my camisole, so that I was naked in front of him. Instinctively, I moved my hand to cover myself. "I wish to see all of you," he said, as he pulled my hands away. "Yes, Master." As much as I trusted him, it was still difficult to allow myself to be so vulnerable. He put his hands under my elbows and began to lift me up. Once I Stood, he turned me towards him and stepped back. He smiled at first and then must have caught the discomfort on my face. "You know, Grace, this isn't all meant to be easy. If it were, there would be no purpose to your training. I am here to push you, guide you into things you did not believe possible. And Grace, my pet, you do look stunning." "Thank you, Master." He ran his hands over my shoulders and down my back. He rolled the tips of his fingers over the curves of my hips. It was as if he wanted to explore every inch of me. I felt self-conscious standing there, but his touch began to make me feel sexy and desirable. My temperature started to rise and my heart beat a little faster. He took me by the hand and led me to the four-poster bed, where he instructed me get on all fours. I did as I was commanded and he took the rope that was braided to my hair and tied it to one of the posts. I could no longer move my head. He tenderly tapped my ass and ran a finger down to my pussy. I began to drip for him. He knew how my body ached. He walked away for a moment. When he returned, I felt him rub something wet and cool against my asshole. I whimpered, knowing what he was about to do, terrified, but also deeply aroused. "Do you wish me to stop, pet?" "I only wish to please you, Master." "Good girl. We will take this slowly. But first . . ." he placed an average sized dildo in front my mouth, "keep this in your mouth. The walls are thin in this hotel, and we don't want to annoy the neighbors." "Yes, Master." I took the dildo in my mouth and breathed heavily through my nose. He continued to rub the lubricate on my ass and slowly slid a finger inside. I gasped, out of surprise more than anything else. I was slightly uncomfortable, but it actually felt pretty good. I muffled a few moans as he slid his finger in and out of my ass. Then it was two fingers. There was a bit more discomfort, but more pleasure as well. When he pulled his fingers out, I sighed in disappointment. But then I felt him behind me, grasping my hips with his hands and my chest started to heave. The tip of his cock pressed against me and my body started to tighten. "Relax pet," he spoke softly and firmly. I muffled my response and tried to take a few deep breathes through my nose. Slowly he entered me and I cried out as best I could with the dildo in my mouth. This was painful and exciting all at the same time, something I had never experienced before. As he penetrated my virgin ass deeper I bit down on the dildo and a tear rolled down my cheek. But he kept going, gaining more rhythm in his movements. Within minutes I found myself moving with him, the pain subsiding. He reached around me and began to squeeze my throbbing clit between his fingers. "You are doing beautifully, pet." My pleasure began to climb, and I could feel him start to pulsate inside of me. He continued pulling on my clit, abusing it. His breathing was heavy now, and he moaned each time he slammed into me. He used the hand still grasping my hip to pull me into him and as he came, I did as well. My entire body tightened, and it felt as if I were on fire. I moaned loudly and dropped the dildo from my mouth. Though the bliss was short lived as soon as I realized what I had done. My Master pulled out of me and pulled me back so that I was sitting on my bottom. He sat in front of me on the bed and took my chin into his hand, so that I could not look away. "What did you do wrong?" There was anger in his voice, and I was heartbroken that I had disobeyed him. I began to sob. "I came without permission, Master. And I let the dildo drop from my mouth before you told me it was okay. I am so sorry, Master, I didn't mean to. I couldn't help it." "Hush. I know you did not disobey me on purpose, pet, but you must still be punished. You will learn to control your orgasms." "Yes, Master." "Put the dildo back in your mouth and get back on all fours, so that your head is still being pulled up by the rope." "Yes, Master." I did as I was ordered to and waited patiently for his punishment. I could hear him ruffling through the duffle bag. It took only a moment, before he returned. He stood next to the bed. I tried to look out of the corner of my eye, but saw nothing. I felt something smooth and hard rub against my ass. It stopped. I heard a gush of air and CRACK, on my left cheek. I almost fell forward, but the rope in my hair pulled me back. I was taken by surprise, and I didn't quite know what to think. My stifled screams were nothing compared to the stinging on my ass. "There will be 9 more," he warned me, and I tried to prepare myself for the rest. He struck the paddle against me again, this time on the right. It was a struggle to keep myself up. I thought I might start pulling my hair out. He rubbed the paddle against me again, and I relaxed a bit. And then suddenly, there were three more cracks. Sweat was dripping down the sides of my face. I bit into the dildo, mostly to keep it held there. I so badly wanted to drop it and scream madly. But something was beginning to happen. My body quivered, and with the next two cracks of the paddle, I found myself enjoying it. My suppressed screams turned into moans. The last three cracks were softer than the previous ones, but because of my already tender ass, they were more intense. There was a tingle in my abdomen, and I almost wished it wasn't over. He rubbed my ass with his hand before unbraiding my hair and removing the rope. He took the dildo from my mouth, and I collapsed on the bed. He laid next to me and pulled me into his body. I was exasperated and blissful. "Tell me what you are thinking, pet." "Master, it is strange, but I began to enjoy that. It was painful, yes, but that pain . . . well, it felt good. Does that make any sense?" He laughed, "yes it makes sense. I had a feeling you would appreciate the fine line between pleasure and pain, but I needed to test it out. I wasn't expecting the opportunity this quickly." "I am sorry, Master." "Stop with the apologies. It was bound to happen. You are such a good slave and your desire to please me is apparent. I was happy to have the chance to test out my theory. Though it looks as if we will no longer be able to use anything physical as a punishment." He smiled at me. I giggled, "I suppose not, Master." I closed my eyes and rested my head on his chest. "I am still stunned by all of this. About how this all happened so quickly." "I know, pet. But you were born for this. I could see it in you the first time I saw you. And after the first night we spoke it was completely confirmed. I knew what you needed . . . And I needed you. Still do." "Thank you, Master, for everything." "You are welcome, pet." He gently rolled me off of his chest and stood up. I looked up at him. "Rest a little, while I take a shower. When I come out, you will take one as well." "Yes, Master." ********** Monday night rolled around more quickly than I was prepared for. I sat in my car outside of the bar, unsure if I really wanted to go inside. I finally mustered up the nerve and stepped out my car. I stood at the door for a moment before opening it and walking in. Thomas looked at me and smiled, and began to make my drink. I started to walk towards my stool, but Thomas walked out from behind the bar with my drink and approached a booth, where I saw Brian sitting. Brian stared at me, smiling, but I hesitated. Could I really do this? Slowly, I walked toward him, gave a weak smile, and sat down. "You seem nervous, Grace. I don't bite." Brian was completely collected. I adored him and hated him for that all at the same time. "I'm okay, thank you. This is just . . . well, new . . . different." My voice felt shaky. Here I was sitting across from the man I had fantasized about all week. I spent every night imagining how he would take me right there in the middle of the bar, how he would use my body for his pleasure. I found myself at work, thinking of his features. How his thick eyelashes only deepened the effect of his eyes. The way he slightly tilted his head when he talked. And his smile, he just barely bit his lip when he smiled. I was slipping in my work, something I have never done. And people were beginning to notice. It was embarrassing now to have to look him in the eye. "What can I do to make this more comfortable for you?" I smiled. His concern for me was genuine. How strange that was. "I don't know. I just need to get used to this and warm up a bit is all." "Why don't you tell me something about yourself?" "What would you like to know?" "Where do you work? What do you do for fun? What's your favorite movie? Anything you feel comfortable telling me." I took a deep breathe and went on to explain my work, how I lived for my work, and how coming here was all I ever did for "fun". I had no family. My parents passed several years ago. I have no siblings. And we were never close with the extended family. My favorite movie was The Manchurian Candidate. I loved anything that helped me get inside someone's head. I told him about high school. The few good friends that I had there and how we lost touch. I told him about college, and how I studied too hard to do any of the typical "crazy" things people tend to do in college. And that sometimes I regretted that. I told him everything. I couldn't stop. It felt so good to express myself to another human being. It made me feel alive, like I was more than just an existence. And through all of it, he listened, intently, as if nothing else in the world mattered but me. I paused and looked down at my watch, "My God, I can't believe how long I've been talking." More than a twenty minutes had passed with me just babbling on. "I've enjoyed listening to you. I am fascinated by you." The look on my face was one of confusion, and he responded quickly, "You are unique. You don't think you are, but you're wrong. There is so much deep inside of you that you are ready to let out. You just need a little coaxing. You need to let go a little bit." "Much easier said than done," I smirked. He smiled and nodded in agreement. "I have told you all about me, practically my entire life story. And all I know of you is your name." "Well, let's see. I'm a tax attorney. That's really quite boring, so we will leave it there. I enjoy fine dining and premium wines, but a good beer at a place like this suits me just fine as well. My father died when I was a kid. My mom raised my younger sister and I by herself. I am very protective of my little sister, and she hates me for it." He continued talking nearly as long as I did. And just as he was so in tuned to my words, I could not tear myself away from his. With each syllable I wanted him more. That night we grew to know each other and became friends. And each week following became more intense. What started as conversation over a few drinks became matches in pool and darts and various other bar games. Those led to an occasional congratulatory hug, and eventually a kiss. We didn't even exchange numbers. We trusted that we'd see each other each Monday night, and we always did. Each week I waited every day in anticipation for Monday night. I stopped drowning myself in my work. I still enjoyed it, but I no longer lived for it. I was comfortable with him, more comfortable than I had ever been with anyone. It was a feeling that dug into the very core of my being. Gradually and unwittingly, I began to turn over little things to Brian. One week he requested that I wear my hair pulled back at our next meeting. And I did. He told me I would look great in a light purple nail polish, so I went out and bought a light purple nail polish, and wore it the following Monday. We did this nearly every week, each time something new. I reveled in it, knowing these simple acts pleased him. It was a peculiar feeling. Almost as if I was more myself when doing for him, than I had ever been before. On the seventh Monday, things escalated much more quickly. We sat at our usual booth, me with my vodka martini, him with his beer. My hair was pulled back at the base of my neck, I wore the same red tank top with the white shrug I had worn the first night we met, I had no make-up on, and I wore a skirt in place of my usual jeans . . . all at his request. He sat across from me and took my hand. "Grace, I want to talk to you about something." "What is it Brian?" "I want to know what you know about the lifestyle of Dominance and submission." The question did not catch me completely off guard. It was something I always fantasized a little about, and I even read some things online. But honestly, I did not really know much at all. "I know very little. It's something that has intrigued me in the past, but I thought I was weird for even thinking about it." "What have you thought about with it?" "You know . . . ." I trailed off, not quite sure what to say. We had never talked about anything sexual before. "No, I don't know. That is why I am asking. Please be candid with me Grace. Don't worry about sounding dirty. I want to know what's been in your mind and how it relates to Dominance and submission." It was another deep breath moment. I never shared these things with anyone before. "I've thought of being tied up during sex. I've thought a little about being spanked. That's pretty much it. But I've never tried anything like that." "Good, it's a start. Grace, I want you to know that Dominance and submission is so much more than what you have imagined, and the sex is really the downplay of it all." "I don't understand." "Grace, you are a submissive." I tugged my hand away slightly. I didn't know what to say to him. I was frightened, but at the same time I felt myself growing moist. "Why did you wear you hair that way, or wear that outfit, or come to see me tonight without make-up for the first time?" "I . . . I wanted to do these things. You asked me to. I knew it would make you happy and that made me happy." "You just described a submissive, Grace. You handed that control over to me. I began making decisions for you. And that felt good, right? But not just because it pleased me. There's more, isn't there?" "Yes." "Tell me." "It felt good to not have to decide." "That's exactly it, my dear. I would like to take this further. I want to show you everything that you can be. I want to show you how fulfilled you will be as my submissive." I was silent for a long time. My heart was pounding and there were quivers in my stomach. "Grace, I will not pressure you. This ultimately has to be your decision. But I know deep down you know this is what you need. Be honest with yourself. You are not weird for having these feelings. They are a part of you. Don't deny them." "I want to say I'm surprised by all of this, but I'm not. I'd be lying if I told you that I didn't want this. I'm just . . . I don't know, just not sure. I don't even fully understand what you are talking about. I have always thought about this in terms of sex and I honestly didn't believe that all of the things I've been doing for you were a part of this. It's rather difficult to grasp all at once. I knew something was changing. I knew things were progressing. And I suppose, somewhere I knew this was where it was all heading. But I never allowed myself to truly believe that." "Tell me what you want Grace." Another pause before softly uttering, "I want you." "Then from now on, you will refer to me as Master. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." "Good girl." Those words, spoken to me for the first time since I was a child, sent a chill through my body. "I think this has taken enough of a toll on you for one evening. But there are few things you are going to do for me for next week. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." I couldn't believe what I was saying, but it all felt so right. "Before you leave tonight, you will go over and tell Thomas that next week instead of your usual drink, you will have a vodka and tonic." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card and handed it to me. "Some time during the week you will stop at this store. There is an outfit picked out for you, already paid for. You will wear that next week. You will wear your hair the way it is tonight and you may wear light make-up if you like. You will also be completely clean shaven. Do you understand?" I went over the instructions in my mind several times before answering. I wanted to make sure I had everything down. "Yes, Master." "Good girl. You may go now and don't forget to stop and talk to Thomas." He took my hand, pulled me close to him, and whispered, "Grace, one more thing, when you get in your car tonight, before you pull off, you will make yourself come. It shouldn't be hard. I know you must be dripping by now." "Yes, Master." Unsteadily, I stood up and walked slowly to the bar. I told Thomas of my new drink and he nodded, completely unsurprised by it. It felt as if it took a lifetime to reach my car. I was parked in a fairly secluded area, and it was dark. I inhaled deeply and let it out slowly, before lifting my skirt to my knees and sliding my hand up and inside my panties. Brian had been right, I was soaking wet. I started to rub my clit with one finger and felt my orgasm building quickly. It wasn't going to take much. I continued to rub, faster now, in circular motions. I pressed harder on my clit and began twitching. I had to force my mouth closed for fear of moaning too loudly. When I was finished, I just sat there for a moment, savoring the feeling. ********** I heard the shower turn off, and I waited for my Master to come out. He walked up next to the bed, a towel wrapped around his waist and told me to go take my shower. I turned the water on as hot as I could stand it and relished in the steam for a few minutes before washing my hair and body. I was consumed with ideas of what he had planned next. I dried my hair and stepped back into the room. Master had a short black dress, a pair of stockings, and modest heals laid out on the bed. Without the need for direction, I put on the outfit he chose for me. All the while, his eyes never left my body. When I was finished, he handed me a small black pocketbook. I could feel something inside, and instinctively, I went to look inside, but he took my hand and stopped me, "I did not say to look." I was confused, but obeyed, "Yes, Master." "Are you ready, pet?" "Yes, Master." "Then we will go." I followed out the door, the curiosity of what was inside the bag nagging at me. I loved the way my Master always kept me guessing. Deliverance Ch. 02 First of all, thanks to everyone who took the time to read, rate and comment on the first chapter. I know it’s been ages, but I’ve finally knocked together another chapter, a little longer this time. I’m not sure if all the names, places, terminology etc will be overwhelming, but see what you all think. And don’t worry, Izak and the mystery girl will return next chapter. Enjoy! Chapter 02: Burdens The merchant city of Joraleth was the busiest place in the entire eastern kingdom. Located on the edges of the Piazzu desert, its vast white buildings were like bleached bones in the sand. The city was encircled by a great stone wall, with high towers arcing up into the sky that ensured the archers and sentries manning the defences could spot approaching danger from all sides. From above, the city of Joraleth looked like it was surrounded by a great white crown. Joraleth attracted people from all over the world of Avalus, and had quickly become known as the capital of trade. Its markets were always bustling with traders, its taverns constantly overflowing and its streets teeming with activity. Arryk Eldor loved it here. He stood at the top of the steps overlooking Ila’s Square, Joraleth’s huge market district. Hundreds of hide tents were packed into the area and crowds of men, women and children of all species swarmed amongst them. It had been a long time since Arryk had last visited the city, longer than he had ever spent away and far longer than he preferred. But in truth, Joraleth never really changed. Arryk’s dark blue eyes surveyed his surroundings as he made his way down the steps towards the sea of people around the stalls. He clutched the shape of the leather satchel tightly under his arm as he entered the square. Arryk slipped in amongst the crowds and became instantly assailed by the sights, sounds and smells that made Joraleth such an amazing place to be. It truly was a cross section of the society of Avalus; barring of course the denizens of the forbidden Black Regions in the south, one had the chance to see not only the varied cultures of the Eastern Kingdom of Man, but also individuals and groups from other species such as the winged Trivas or the mysterious Silans. Market vendors and tradesmen bayed, squabbled and shouted as they bartered and advertised their goods. Children laughed and squealed as they chased each other through the jungle of adult legs. Arryk kept a casual air as he moved, but his gaze was constantly watching those who passed close by. There were pickpockets aplenty in Ila’s Square, and Arryk had too much at stake to have his plans ruined by the swift hands of a street urchin. He took some time to examine the different stalls and tents as he made his way across the Square;you could find anything in Joraleth. Arryk passed a trio of weapon smith tents that were displaying a variety of arms and armour. He spotted the strong, unyielding steel of longswords crafted in the Drell family armoury sat alongside exotic lances from the Mistonian Isles. Large round shields made from the sturdy trees of the Anrin forests hung next to a gigantic suit of spiked armour that looked dangerously similar to that worn by the demonic soldiers of nightmare. Nearby, he saw an apothecary surrounded by tables of various potions, salves, ointments and other more questionable concoctions. The small, bespectacled figure was promising incomparable treatment of wounds and ailments, the top of his gleaming bald head glowing pink in the merciless sun. A vividly garbed man and woman stalked through the teeming mass of people, proclaiming themselves as enchanters. They offered to bless his sword so he could smite his enemies with the force of the gods themselves. Arryk politely declined. The smells of exotic fruits and other varied produce from faraway lands mixed with the aroma of sizzling meats in the area of the markets where the food vendors plied their trades. Now and then, the undeniable scent of blueweed smoke reached Arryk, the potent drug as popular as ever in the city. At a number of intervals, he spotted skimpily clad whores from the Velvet Dagger. They moved smoothly through the crowds, working their sultry magic to entice those with enough coin to satisfy their fantasies. Joraleth had a great number of whorehouses, but the Velvet Dagger was by far the most renowned, if not infamous. Arryk flashed a brilliant grin at each of them as they sauntered past, vivid memories of his many visits filling his mind. He had spent enough time at the Dagger to know almost every one of the girls by name. Arryk made a mental note to drop by when he had some spare time, and see if there was any new talent on display. Arryk marvelled at a place that openly accepted debauchery and the deeper pleasures of the flesh, among other generally unfavourable activities. The laws of the kingdom were slightly relaxed in comparison to places such as Tyrell’s Keep or Jannicksville. The merchant princes that ruled over Joraleth made sure that their monthly tithes to the king were nicely swollen with added bonuses, in exchange for a blind eye being turned on some of the more unsavoury business that occurred within their city. No place had ever felt more like home. Arryk spotted his destination just ahead, a generally unimpressive domed tent made from a filthy patchwork of materials that had perhaps been white at some point. People passed it by without a second glance, and paid no attention. Arryk glanced briefly around him before pulling the hanging veil of the tent aside and ducking within. It was dark inside, and surprisingly cool. The air within was thick with cloying smoke, and as his eyes adjusted to the darkness Arryk managed to make out the shape of an incense burner on a nearby table. He cleared his throat to speak, his eyes squinting into the shadows. ‘Hello?’ There was sudden movement either side of him, and Arryk froze as a pair of blades was suddenly at his throat. He looked to the left and then to the right at the wielders of the heavy swords, two dangerous looking figures in dark robes that stared at him with murderous eyes. They had emerged like phantoms from the smoky darkness, uttering not a sound. Arryk swallowed hard and tried to remain perfectly still. A voice filtered to him from somewhere, a rasping whisper that set Arryk’s teeth on edge. ‘Eldor…do you have the artefact?’ Arryk squinted slightly, trying to penetrate the gloom. He could just discern the outline of someone sitting near the back of the tent. ‘I have it,’ he said, reaching for the satchel under his arm. One of the guards seized his arm and yanked the satchel from him, stepping away with the bundle held in one massive hand. ‘Come closer, Eldor,’ the voice uttered after a moment. The sword at his throat was lowered and Arryk stepped forwards, glaring sidelong at the emotionless guard. His dusty boots sank slightly into the pile of furs covering the ground, and he crossed the space of the tent until he reached a separate section at the back. The guard who had taken the satchel from him adjusted a lamp hanging above, and a dull glow emanated around the small section. A thin, narrow faced man was sat behind a long table, watching him through hooded grey eyes. His head was shaved bare, and he had a thin black goatee. A crossed scar was etched into one of his gaunt, sunken cheeks. ‘Malik.’ Arryk greeted him with a stiff nod, the very sight of the man making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. ‘Eldor,’ Malik returned in his rasping tones. ‘Please, have a seat.’ He gestured with a pale, skeletal hand towards the chair before him. Arryk stared at Malik for a moment before sitting in the chair. The satchel was open on the table, and the artefact it had carried sat on top of it. It was a heavy, leather bound tome, the black cover beaten and worn. The pages had yellowed with age and the book had a stale, musty scent. ‘It has been quite some time,’ Malik said. ‘I trust your journey was not too…arduous?’ He grinned, showing a row of sharp, pointy teeth. Arryk had spent the better part of a year seeking that damned book. And it had cost him more than just time. He still shuddered at the thought of the places he had ventured to in his journey, and the things he had seen. ‘I survived.’ Arryk gave a shrug, trying to remain nonchalant. Malik chuckled, a horrid suck hiss that made Arryk cringe. Rumour had it that Malik had been poisoned by one of his associates in a bid to seize his criminal empire. But even Dragar poison had failed to kill the sadistic bastard. And as for what happened to the associate… Arryk forced the thoughts from his mind. ‘I heard tales of quite an eventful time in Vandire.’ Malik raised an eyebrow with a smirk. Arryk stared at him. ‘Your men all died. Do you have my payment?’ Malik stared back at him for a moment before gesturing at the guard standing beside them. The robed figure turned and reached into a chest in the corner, before dropping a small sack that landed with a heavy thud upon the table. Arryk opened the sack and smiled as the glint of gold shone up at him. Malik had promised a tidy sum for the book, but Arryk would have happily turned down ten times the amount to stay out of the Dark Lands. The persuasive technique of Malik’s goons beating the shit out of him and threatening to ram hot pokers down his throat had somehow affected his decision, however, and sent him on a journey through hell. ‘We’re done now.’ Arryk pushed his chair back and rose from the seat, securing the gold in the pack over his shoulder. ‘You have your goods, and I have mine. Our business is finished.’ Malik just continued to smile at him, that unnerving smirk. His grey eyes glinted in the dull light. ‘Our business will never be finished, Eldor. We have crossed paths countless times, and our tangled little web will always bring us together, one way or another. It is the fate that was written for us.’ Malik was reverently stroking his fingers across the cover of the book, tracing the raised symbol on the leather. Arryk tried to avert his gaze. The symbol made him nauseous if he stared at it for too long. ‘Goodbye, Malik.’ Arryk walked away, his boots cushioned against the piles of furs. He paused as he lifted the veil of the tent. ‘Be careful with the book. It is more dangerous than you know.’ The rasping suck hiss chuckle followed him out of the tent. Deliverance Ch. 02 With practised ease, Talia reached behind herself and untied the tight lace running down the length of her spine, before wrenching the corset off and tossing it aside with a relieved sigh. Her gloved hands slid up along her stomach and moved to cup her luscious breasts, gripping them hard and pinching her stiff nipples. Talia made to reach down towards her trousers, but Arryk was already there. His hands tugged and pulled at her belt buckle, and the assortment of pouches and scabbards that hung at her waist slid smoothly off the bed to join the rest of her garments on the floor. Talia lifted herself slightly as he grabbed the waistband of her leggings and tugged them firmly down until they became entangled around her booted feet. Her hand wrapped around the base of Arryk’s shaft as she sank back down, holding his cock in place as her searing cunt engulfed him. Talia’s head dropped back and a shuddering, breathy moan slipped from her lips. Her slick folds squeezed tightly around Arryk’s throbbing dick, and his own groans joined her sounds of pleasure. Talia began to rock her hips against his, slowly at first but gradually building a steady hard rhythm until she was riding him with reckless abandon. Her breasts bounced as she crashed down onto his cock again and again, sliding with ease along his length as her juices ran freely from her. Arryk’s hands gripped her ass hard, pulling her roughly down onto his rigid member and bucking his hips up to meet her hips with each thrust. She was so tight and wet, it felt like pure heaven. The fact that his life had been in danger mere moments before was hardly present in his mind anymore, as his primal instincts took over. Arryk’s dark blue eyes locked onto the vivid brightness of Talia’s green gaze as he leaned in and took one of her nipples firmly between his lips, drawing on it hard as she bounced on his cock. Her gasps and moans were like sweet music to his ears, and he suddenly realised how much he had needed this. Wild, passionate, spur of the moment fucking. He bit down on her nipple, eliciting something between a yelp and a purr. The tip of his tongue lashed continuously against the sensitive flesh as it lay trapped between his teeth, and he could feel her body beginning to stiffen as she started to hiss through her first orgasm. Arryk rose from the bed whilst she was still shuddering against him. Talia’s arms clung around his neck and her legs wrapped themselves around his waist, her leggings finally coming free and dropping to the floor. Arryk carried her across the room and pinned her hard against the wall, his hips pounding relentlessly into her dripping cunt. His swollen balls slapped loudly against her ass, joining the sounds of their combined grunts and moans and the thudding sound of Talia’s back hitting the wooden wall. Talia’s teeth sunk viciously into the point on Arryk’s neck where it met his collarbone as his cock rammed into her. A particularly deep thrust elicited a hissing screech as he smashed into her cervix, and her teeth bit down harder. Arryk could feel a throbbing heat in his neck as she broke the skin. Talia released Arryk’s neck and pressed her lips to his, her hot tongue carrying the coppery tang of his blood as she kissed him hard. Her breasts slid against Arryk’s chest as their sweat slick bodies crashed together again and again, and Arryk’s breathing became faster and more laboured as he felt his release approaching. Talia seemed to sense this and her legs tightened around him, pulling his entire length inside her. Arryk’s cock throbbed and pulsed as Talia’s slick folds clenched hard around his shaft, and with a rumbling growl that was captured by her stifling lips, Arryk unleashed. His back arched and Talia was crushed to the wall as thick, hot jets of Arryk’s seed boiled up and exploded deep inside her depths. As his molten essence splashed against her ripe cervix, Talia let out a cry of her own, the sounds of their combined release reaching a crescendo before they were both spent and shuddering, clinging to each other and breathing heavily. They remained against the wall for a long moment, Arryk holding her up, Talia’s legs hanging loosely around him now. Eventually, he carried her back to the bed, and they both collapsed onto the mattress. After a few moments Arryk sat up, the bizarre nature of the events that had occurred rising to the front of his thoughts. Talia lay with her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling slowly and the hint of a smile on her lips. ‘Talia,’ he said as he wiped sweat from his brow. ‘You’re dead.’ ‘But still a great fuck, despite everything.’ She grinned, her dazzling eyes flicking open to gaze up at him. ‘This isn’t funny, Talia.’ Arryk said solemnly. ‘I saw you fall. Your guts were practically pooling around you. I…would have buried you if we had not been forced out of the caves by the weight of those creatures.’ Talia’s face softened for the briefest moment, but then she chuckled and stretched her lithe body like a feline. ‘I am Anquari, Arryk Eldor. You know we don’t go for that strange burial tradition you tend to follow. And you should also know that we are much more formidable than your kind.’ Arryk sat quietly observing her for a moment. The Anquari were indeed a skilled race, almost identical to humans except for their greater height and the intense glow that shone in their eyes. A great deal was unknown about the mysterious Anquari, but it was common knowledge that the females followed the path of the assassin, and were unmatched in their abilities. Most never even realised they had been the target of an Anquari assassin, and those that did barely had time to register the terrifying reality before their cold corpses hit the ground. ‘I know what you are thinking, Arryk Eldor,’ she said as she stared back at him. ‘You cannot understand how I escaped that pit of nightmares. Well, let me just say that the Anquari have the best skills for the worst situations. And I’m the best of the best.’ She winked and giggled at him, as if the subject of near death was just an amusement to her. ‘Actually, I was wondering once again what your tattoos mean. You never did explain them to me.’ Talia glanced down at her nude form, her gaze tracing the intricate, looping chain of runic symbols and tiny markings that ran from her left hip up along her side and across her chest, running between her breasts and then up along her neck, ending just below her left ear. ‘It’s not that I am reluctant to share,’ she said as she absently traced the markings on her hip. ‘It is just difficult to explain them in your common tongue, without causing great confusion. Let’s just say that each section portrays a step along my path, of considerable enough importance to be deemed worthy of marking upon my flesh.’ ‘I am much more interested in your own markings though, Arryk Eldor.’ She nodded towards the patchwork of crisscrossing scars and other marks that decorated his body. Talia’s gaze travelled down across his bare torso, stopping on the puckered scar that now bisected his stomach. Arryk followed Talia’s fingertip as it traced the livid pink tissue, her touch slow and soft. ‘What happened?’ ‘A very large man, with a very large cleaver.’ Talia’s vibrant eyes continued to search his body, reaching out to brush a thumb across a large starburst of scar tissue on his left shoulder. ‘And this?’ ‘Archer got a lucky shot.’ Talia’s thumb brushed across a matching scar slightly below the first. Arryk cleared his throat. ‘Two lucky shots.’ Talia smiled, and her hand passed across an X-shaped scar just above his stomach. ‘Did I do this one?’ Arryk followed her gaze and a grin slowly spread across his face. ‘You know you did. But I guess I was in the wrong, approaching you from behind like that.’ ‘A very important lesson, Arryk Eldor. You were lucky my blades were not poisoned.’ ‘Hmm.’ Arryk gave her a sceptical look, and she simply smiled at him. ‘Which brings me to my next point, namely finding out why you just tried to castrate me.’ His hand unconsciously moved to his now flaccid penis, as if checking to see it was still there. Talia sat up and ran her hand across his manhood. She was still wearing the dark leather gloves. ‘It was to warn you, of course. There is a price on your head, big enough to attract even the Anquari. You would do well to be more careful, and to mind where you show your face. Joraleth is a den of treachery, Arryk Eldor.’ ‘So why did you not take the price, Talia? You have made it clear in the past that you would have no qualms with killing me if the price was right, even despite our various…encounters over the time we have known each other.’ Talia shrugged, tossing a lock of her raven hair over her shoulder. ‘The client is dangerous, a less than favourable individual. It would do me no good taking business from such a malicious creature. Despite the price, I will not be pursuing your death. But some of the less talented assassins such as the Fenra Guild, or even some of the less reputable of my kind will be looking to collect. I can think of one individual who will take the job just because of the requirements.’ She glanced down at his cock as she said this. ‘I took care of one such amateur,’ she said. ‘A young cretin looking to make a name for himself with a ridiculous weapon. I was going to bring it to show you, but I felt absurd even carrying the stupid thing.’ She smirked slightly. ‘You did well by paying for rooms at all those inns. Almost made me second guess myself, but I recalled some fond memories we had at this place. I followed the idiot to the Golden Unicorn, and then made my way here. I would not advise staying long, however. Once they have checked the other places, this one will be next on their lists.’ Arryk grunted. ‘Believe me, I don’t intend to. Funnily enough, I seem to have lost the desire to sleep.’ ‘Come with me,’ Talia said, suddenly a flurry of activity as she began to dress. ‘We need to get you away from the city.’ Arryk raised an eyebrow. ‘An Anquari offering protection? I must be special.’ Talia fastened her belt back around her waist, checking and adjusting the position of her daggers. ‘It is what you know that makes you worthy of protection, Arryk Eldor. And the person who seeks your death is far too dangerous for you to continue alone.’ Arryk frowned. ‘Malik? I can handle that lunatic, let me assure you.’ Talia looked up at him, her cloak drawn around her. ‘Malik answers to a much higher power. The items you brought back from the Dark Lands are only the beginning. It is something else that you encountered on your travels that makes you valuable, and I intend to find out what that is. Now get dressed, we have spent far too long on mindless chatter.’ Arryk began to protest, his mind whirling with unanswered questions. Talia tossed his breeches at him, and with a mumbled curse he began to get dressed. Deliverance Ch. 03 We stepped out the front door of the hotel where a valet was waiting with Master's car. Master opened the door and gestured me inside. Once we were both settled in the car, he asked me for my pocketbook. He pulled out a satin blindfold and instructed me to put it on. He didn't speak the entire drive, which looking back, was not that long. It could not have taken more than fifteen minutes, but at the time it felt like hours. When the car stopped, Master got out and came around to open my door. I stood up outside of the car, blindfold still on. He placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me around. I was gently pushed into the car, so that my hands were now leaning against it. He stroked my legs before he ran his hands up my dress and started pulling down on my stockings. "But Master . . ." "Are you questioning me, pet?" "No, Master. I'm sorry." When he pulled my stockings down past my knees and spread my legs slightly apart, I shuddered. I had no idea where we were and could only pray that no one could see us. He ran a finger over and inside my cunt. As horrified as I was, my body could not hide my arousal. He took his now soaking wet finger and placed inside my asshole. He twisted his finger around a bit before pulling it out. I let a moan or two escape before biting my lips to keep them closed. I then felt him penetrate my ass with something else, something I could only assume was a butt plug. It wasn't huge by any means, smaller than Master's cock for sure. But it wasn't tiny either. He then placed a small egg inside my cunt. I was quickly becoming soaked and the idea of others watching me was beginning to turn me on. When he was finished he pulled my stockings back up and turned me around. He removed my blindfold and asked, "Are you ready to eat, pet?" We were standing at the far end of a parking lot outside of an Italian restaurant. "Yes, Master," I replied, though I was unsure if I really was. There didn't seem to be anyone around. I was fairly certain that no one had witnessed what just happened, and I was slightly disappointed. I followed behind Master, and we walked into the restaurant. It was 8:00 on a Friday night, and it seemed we just missed the dinner rush. The dining room was still fairly full, but there was no wait. The hostess smiled at Master as if she knew him, but made no remarks of the kind. She took me to a small table in the back of the restaurant. Master told me he would meet me there, and walked towards the restroom. He returned, smiling, "Grace, be sure to order whatever you want. You must be famished after all of this evening's events. I know I am." "Yes, Master, I am. Thank you." When our waiter came, Master ordered an appetizer and a bottle of Cabernet. We ate our appetizer and our dinner and drank our wine as if we were old friends. We talked about "normal" things like work, the weather, and our pasts. For a moment I even forgot that this was, of course, just another part of my training. Which is why when the waiter was taking our plates away, I nearly jumped out of my seat when I felt the plug and the egg vibrate. The waiter gave me a strange look, but all I could do was hang my head down to hide what I was sure was a beat red face. Master wore an expression that reminded me of a prankster pulling off the best April Fools joke ever. The vibration stopped, and I took a sip from my wine. I looked at my Master quizzically and he held up two small remotes. I giggled at how well he had caught me off guard. "Did you like that Grace?" "It was embarrassing, Master, and to be quite honest I'm not sure how much I liked it. But I know that you enjoyed yourself, and that is what makes it more pleasurable to me." Master smiled, "You really are the perfect slave, Grace." "Thank you, Master." "There is something you are going to do for me, Grace. It won't be easy, but you will obey all of your instructions. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." "Good girl. Now listen carefully. When I drop my fork, I want you to kneel down to get it and slip under the table cloth. I will make sure that no one is looking, but the only way that we can be sure that no one will see, is if you follow all of these directions exactly as I explain them. Once under the table, you will unzip my pants and give me a blow job. When I tap your shoulder the first time, you will stop. When I tap your shoulder the second time, you will come back up and sit in your seat. Is all of that clear?" "Yes, Master." "Good. Now repeat it all back to me." And I did, word for word, exactly what I was to do. The waiter returned and we gave him our desert order. All through my New York cheesecake I remained focused on my Master's hands. I wanted to be sure that I didn't miss it when he dropped his fork. There were knots all through my stomach, and I was nervous as hell. But determination won out over my nerves. I would not let my Master down. Though he managed to make it difficult for me to focus as he periodically set off the vibration. I was certain my chair was drenched in my juices by the time I finished my cheesecake. And that is when it happened. I quickly and deliberately bent down and crawled under the table. I made sure that no part of me was sticking out underneath, and I began to unzip Master's pants. I licked up and down his shaft and softly sucked his balls before taking him completely into my mouth. I passionately sucked on his cock, working my tongue over the head. I loved how he tasted and smelled. It was enough to almost make me come. But I resisted, even with a few more sudden vibrations of the egg and the plug. He began to throb in my mouth, and then I felt him tap my shoulder. Reluctantly, I pulled away and watched as his hands reached under the table, one holding an empty water glass. He finished himself off and filled the glass with his warm liquid. I didn't quite know what to think , but I didn't have a chance. He tapped my shoulder again and I quickly moved out from under the table and sat back in my seat. "You have done beautifully, pet." "Thank you, Master." The shock of the glass wore off, and I knew what he was going to have me do. I felt a quiver in my belly and awaited Master's instructions. He slid the glass in front of me and smiled. "I am going to order a coffee and ask for the check. Once my coffee arrives you will slowly sip from the glass while I drink my coffee. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." My heart thumped. The waiter returned to clear our dishes and Master ordered his coffee, while I declined an the waiter's offer to get me a cup as well. The waiter glanced at the glass and seemed a bit confused, but said nothing. He returned a moment later with Master's coffee and the check. I began sipping from the glass as he started to drink his coffee. His come was still warm and while I would have preferred it fresh, there was a certain thrill about drinking from the glass in front of all these people . . . it didn't matter that they didn't know what it was. Master leaned close to me and whispered, "Continue to drink until it is finished. But we are not leaving here until you climax. You do not have to ask for permission." With that he turned both vibrators on and left them on. "Yes, Master." I replied, my voice quivering. My legs started to shake and I was sure someone would notice. I scooted into the table a little bit. Master just watched me, smiling. I took one last sip from my glass, and wished that it wasn't finished. As if on cue, the waiter returned to pick up the check just as a violent wave of pleasure consumed me. There was no hiding what was happening. I let out a short gasp, moaned lightly, and gripped the side of the table. My head hung down with my hair, slightly damp, hanging in my face. "Grace, please hand our server your glass." I did as I was told and looked up at him as I handed him the glass. He just stared at me, awestruck. Master gave him the check presenter and told him to keep the change, "There's a little extra in there for the mess on her chair." I was mortified. The waiter seemed equally embarrassed and just uttered a low, "thank you" before walking away. And I could have sworn I heard another server say to him, "I told you that table would be interesting." "Master, may I ask something?" "Of course, Grace." "Have you brought many girls here?" Master laughed, "I suppose you heard the other server speaking with our waiter. Grace, you are my only sub at the moment. Any others I bring in will be fully discussed with you. This is not a game to me and I will never mislead my intentions with you. I have, however, used this restaurant with submissives in the past. I have not been here in awhile, but they know me and so the risk is low. Imagine the scene you just put on and how we might be handled in a place that did not know me, and my generous tips." I smiled, "You do think of everything, Master." He just smiled back at me and stood, coming behind me to pull out my chair. We walked out of the restaurant and to the car, but he stopped me before opening the door. "Overall you did a fantastic job in the restaurant, but you did make one mistake. Do you know what it is?" I thought furiously and I could not think of any way in which I disobeyed. "No, Master. I do not know what I did, though I am terribly sorry." "You did not respond to your last command. When I told you to hand the glass to the waiter." "I have never called you Master in front of anyone else. I was unsure of how to respond. I am sorry I have disappointed you, Master." "You have not disappointed me, Grace. I was almost certain you would not respond in that situation and wanted to use it as a learning experience. You will always respond to me and refer to me as Master, unless I instruct you otherwise. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." "We will take care of your punishment back at the hotel." "Yes, Master." He opened my door for me and I slipped inside. I was turning inside wondering what my punishment would be. The drive back to the hotel was quiet. There was no communication between us except his occasional squeeze of my knee. We pulled in front of the hotel and Master came around to let me out. He handed the keys to the valet and we continued up to our room. Once inside, Master made sure to hang the Do Not Disturb sign. "Take off you clothes, fold them, and lay them on the dresser." "Yes, Master." I slowly undressed and made sure to fold the clothes just right, placing them on the dresser. He came behind me, ran his hand over my bare shoulder, down my back and over my ass. He gently pushed my legs apart and pulled the out the plug and the egg. "Lie on your back on the bed and put this on." He instructed as he handed me the blindfold. "I am going to wash these. I'll be right back." "Yes, Master." And I promptly did as I was told. I heard the water run in the bathroom for a few minutes and then turn off. I followed the sounds of his footsteps until they stopped. "It is time for your punishment. But first I want you to rub your clit and twist your right nipple." "Yes, Master." I began to slowly circle my clit with my index finger. I was still wet from the restaurant and it did not take me long to build up arousal again. I twisted my nipple between my fingers, lightly pulling up and down. "Good girl. Lift your right breast and lick your nipple." I was startled for a moment. This was something I had never done. "Yes, Master." I lifted my large breast to my mouth and quite easily reached my nipple with my tongue. It was quite invigorating. "Good, keep going . . . do what ever you want to yourself and come as soon as you are ready. You do not need to ask for permission." "Yes, Master. Thank you." I continued rubbing my clit, side to side now and a little harder. I could feel it swelling under my finger. I sucked my entire nipple into my mouth and bit down a little. I slammed two fingers inside my cunt to get them wet and then back to rubbing my clit, harder and harder. I felt my orgasm building and continued to rub. I thought for a moment about how this was going to fit into my punishment, but the thought dissipated as my climax exploded and I came for the fourth time that day. I don't think I ever orgasmed more than twice in a day before, and even then it was only by myself. "Thank you, Master." "You are welcome, pet. You did a beautiful job. Please take off your blindfold now." "Yes, Master." I removed my blindfold and immediately crossed my legs and covered my chest, though those actions were futile as this strange man standing beside my Master had quite obviously seen everything I had just done. I almost cried. What happened in the restaurant was embarrassing, but nothing compared to this. I felt completely humiliated. Master walked beside me and laid a blanket around me. He placed an arm over my shoulder and held me close to him. After what had just happened, logic would tell me to feel betrayed, but I didn't. I still felt at home with him. He had the perfect combination of testing me and comforting me. He looked at the man still standing, "So what did you think of my pet?" "She is stunning Brian, absolutely beautiful. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to watch." His words flattered me. I looked down at him and noticed he was quite hard. I was still somewhat disgraced, but I began to feel slightly proud of myself that I had aroused this man. I looked up at my Master and as if reading my thoughts he said, "This is James, an old friend of mine. I told you that I had expected you to make the mistake at the restaurant, and so this punishment was planned. James had a second key and waited in the bathroom. I know this must have been a difficult punishment for you, but it was designed to teach a lesson as well, one aside from remembering to always respond to me. You are beautiful Grace, and not just in my eyes. You are sexy and as my friend said, stunning. I want you to become more comfortable with yourself, to understand that you are so much more than what you see yourself as." "Yes, Master." "Good girl. It will take some time, but you will get there. Now say good night to our friend, and then it is time for us to go to bed. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow." "Yes, Master. Good night James." "Good night, and thank you both again." James left with a grin from ear to ear. I became moist again thinking that he might be going home to masturbate thinking of me. Master kissed my forehead and crawled into bed with me. He held me close to him, and I was reminded once again of the safety in his arms. I tried to keep myself awake, as tired as I was. I wanted to savor this first night sleeping in my Master's embrace. But exhaustion overcame me, and I drifted quickly into sleep. ********** I could hardly concentrate at work on Tuesday morning. The night before still felt like a dream. All my life this is what I wanted, but was afraid to admit to myself. Even as a teenager I would fantasize about these things, about being controlled, about submission. I would let my mind go to the edges of what was deemed acceptable, but afterwards would feel nothing but guilt. With Brian it was different. He allowed me to be myself, to accept myself, kinks and all. After work I went straight to the boutique on the business card Brian had given me. The excitement was overwhelming, and I could not wait. It was a small store in the middle of a strip of shops known for their high prices. I walked in, knowing I must have looked as awkward as I felt. I looked around for only a moment before a tall, slender woman approached me, "Is there something I can help you with?" she said with a smile. "I am here to pick up a dress someone had ordered for me." "Ah, yes. You are Brian's girl, right." She didn't wait for a response. "He said you were gorgeous. He wasn't exaggerating." I wanted to say thank you, but I only managed to blush. "My name's Gina. Follow me and see your dress. You can try it on, but we'll take your measurements and have it ready for you to take home tomorrow." "Oh, thank you." I followed the woman to the back of the store. She pulled out a box and opened it. The dress was beautiful. I stepped into the dressing room to try it on. It was incredibly comfortable. There were two layers of lace, the first ivory, the second a metallic grey over a soft layer of mint modal. It had a scalloped V neck and slits up either side that ran to mid-thigh. The dress it self hung just below the knee. When I came out of the dressing room Gina smiled and motioned with her hand for me to turn. "Quite stunning. Brian does have impeccable taste. Come on over and I'll take your measurements, though it does seem he was pretty close in his assumptions." She took my measurements. "36C-25-35. There are few adjustments to make, but not much at all. We'll have it ready for you by 5pm tomorrow. Will you be able to pick it up then?" "Absolutely. I'll be here." At home the only thing I accomplished was making myself a bowl of spaghetti for dinner. My mind was reeling, and I didn't know if I could make it to Monday. I went to bed at 7 o'clock, figuring sleep was the only thing that would take my mind off the wait. It took about 20 minutes, but I finally fell asleep. My dream started off simple, lying on a beach, soaking up the sun. I could hear the waves of the ocean crash against the shore, people around me laughing and playing. My eyes were closed. I enjoyed the cool breeze against my skin. Then the voices stopped. I sat up and looked around me. The beach was empty except for me . . . and Brian. He stood over me. I could not see his face from the glare of the sun, but I knew it was him. He bent down next to me, never saying a word. He ripped my bikini top off and began pinching my left nipple while softly biting the right. My body jumped and he pulled me to turn over so that I was now on all fours. He pulled my bikini bottom down and came around behind me. He penetrated my pussy with two fingers. And left them there. I slid my body back and forth fucking his fingers as hard as I could. Finally, he pulled his fingers out and I felt his hard cock inside of me. He grabbed me by the hair, pulling my head back. I was so close to orgasm when a car back fired outside my window and woke me up. I cursed under my breathe and quickly slid my hand into my panties. I started rubbing my clit slowly. Rolling over onto my belly I pushed myself up onto my knees. I slid two fingers inside of me and moved my hips up and down, pushing my fingers as far inside of me as they would go. I ran my thumb over my clit, pushing on it each time I brought my body down on my fingers. I rubbed and fucked with no other thought in my head but to relieve the frustration. I never needed to come so badly in my life. The orgasm built inside of me and then my body twitched as I came. Collapsing on the bed, I fell into a perfectly blissful sleep. The next day I picked up my dress promptly at 5 o'clock. Brian had also picked out a pair of strappy 2 ½ inch slim heals and a small handbag for me. I went home and tried it all on. After trying to stand in the shoes, I was grateful I had decided to go to the boutique so early in the week. I was going to need to practice quite a bit before Monday night. The rest of the week passed slowly and uneventfully. Finally, Monday morning came. I woke up, my nerves a wreck and decided to call out of work. There was no way I was going to make it through the entire day there. I let myself fall back to sleep for a little while. I took a bath in the early afternoon. I had put off shaving all week, wanting the newness of this feeling to coincide with this first full night with him as my Master. I bought a set of trimming scissors and razor, as well as a new blade for my razor. While the water was running I sat on the floor in the bathroom and used the scissors to cut off as much hair as I could. Once finished I stepped into the warm bath and used my razor to shave off the remaining hair from my labia and mound. It was an odd sensation, feeling the metal across my skin, making it bare for the first time in 15 years. I then used the trimming razor to reach the inside folds of my labia and my bikini line. When all was done I ran my hand over my now shaven pussy, smooth as silk.