7 comments/ 27858 views/ 7 favorites Elle Ch. 01 By: amber03 She sat curled up on the hard wooden floor between his feet. Her long slender legs were tucked underneath her on a plush red cushion as she softly ran her nails under the bottom of his jeans, trailing down his ankle and rhythmically stroking his bare foot. Her long brown hair lay like a flowing silk blanket over his lap as he gently tugged on it, absentmindedly curling the long tendrils around his fingers, watching with sleepy eyes as the soft strands bounced back to their straightened form. He leaned back in his overstuffed black leather chair as she rested her head against his thigh, closing her eyes for the briefest of moments and listening to the gentle tones of his voice as he spoke. His American accent was thick and strong, enhancing his masculinity with each punctuated word. His deep compelling voice filled her senses to the point of bursting, although in her relaxed state of mind, in that perfect moment, she heard not a word that passed his lips. Her body was warm and comfortable, supported by his legs, the rough fabric of his jeans slightly coarse against her naked skin. She flicked her gaze from under long eyelashes briefly up into his and was met with a kind and loving smile. His clear blue eyes twinkled in the soft fiery light of the last rays of the sun which streamed through the crack in the curtains; the only source of illumination as the dusk of the evening settled in around them. They had spent a delicious Saturday together, and as normal, on the occasions where they were gifted with some much needed time in each others company, she had been thoroughly spoiled. After waking late from a restful sleep, he had bound her wrists over her head with the soft velvet rope he kept permanently tied to the headboard of his bed, and he had taken her whilst she was still in the dream-like space between sleep and wake, allowing her to orgasm before the day had really even started. She had wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, her thighs gripping his muscular body as her wrists strained against the bonds, begging and aching to touch him. His weight pinned her firmly to the mattress as he drove deeper and deeper inside her, kissing and biting down on her neck until he wrapped a large chunk of her hair in his strong hand and tugged harshly, sending her over the edge and finally giving her permission to release. After they had showered and dressed, he took her to lunch at the little Italian restaurant around the corner from the house he had rented for the last three years, which purely accommodated his studies. He had been temporarily relocated to Michigan whilst he underwent his surgical residency at the Henry Ford Centre, and was now merely days from the end of his final term. The elation he felt from nearing the completion of his studies, and the blackness that clouded his heart with the knowledge that he would have to leave her, caused his stomach to churn each time he allowed the thought to wander through the echoes of his mind. He chose not to think about it, he couldn't bear these final days. They had made a pact, to look back on the last two years and remember that the universe had thrown them together for the reason of discovery. They had met during one of his many moonlight shifts at the urgent care clinic. He had noticed her in the waiting area; a make-shift bandage fashioned from an old handkerchief was tied tightly around her ankle to prevent the blood from seeping. Her tear-stained face was full of emotional agony as her slender body demonstrated the familiar signs of physical abuse. He wandered over to her and stopped by her chair, lowering himself to his haunches as he cautiously took her hand in his. "Are you okay?" he gently enquired as he looked up at her with genuine concern. The eyes that met his gaze were full of sorrow, large brown-green pools of sadness that immediately captured his heart. Unlike many urgent care patients, he felt an attachment to her immediately. He strangely didn't feel sorry for her, even in her state of obvious distress, he just felt an innate need to instantly protect her, and so he had bumped her up the waiting list and ensured that he was the one to administer her care. The first time she spoke, took him completely by surprise. Her accent was English; in fact, it was well-spoken English that laid testament to her obvious education and intelligence. As her story unfolded during the treatment, he felt himself captivated by her. She had only been in America for a few months, having been granted her working visa, and worked as a writer for an online magazine just a few blocks from his rented house in downtown Detroit. England had been struck by the worst financial crisis in many years and she had found herself out of work, unable to pay the bills and unable to find alternative employment, so she had turned her online job search further a field. She couldn't believe her luck when the renowned magazine in Detroit had loved her submissions, and offered her a job in America, the land of opportunity. However, since she had been here, her sense of opportunity had long since dwindled, and now she found herself on a doctors table, in an urgent care clinic with no medical insurance. As he patched her up, gingerly stitching the wound on her ankle, he asked her about her other injuries and whether she wanted further examination. He knew exactly what had happened to her, the signs were blatantly obvious but it was his duty to ask if she wanted the care and treatment, he knew better than to force additional care onto a young woman in this state of distress. He gently reminded her that her attack should be reported to the police and offered to call them on her behalf but she vehemently shook her head and stopped talking, not speaking another word until he had finished. "Thank you, Doctor" she muttered as she lowered herself from the table in his treatment room, cringing and hobbling as the foot that had sustained the injury touched the ground. "You're very welcome... Miss..." he checked her notes, momentarily searching for her name on the paperwork. "Elle...just call me Elle" she said, smiling thinly with shame and embarrassment as she stumbled to the door of the treatment room and gripped the handle, desperate to leave both the room and the hypnotic gaze of the handsome doctor far behind her. "You're very welcome ... Elle" he responded "please take care of yourself and come back here to see me if those stitches give you any trouble." He smiled warmly and opened the door for her, hoping with a little too much fervour, that he would see her again. Two of the best years of his life had now been spent with her and he wouldn't swap a single day for anything else in the world. Her name was one that he would never forget. * * * * Following lunch at the Italian restaurant, he squeezed her hand and with a devious glint in his eyes he led her to their favourite store. "Toy time" he whispered mischievously, running his finger lightly around the silver choker that adorned her neck. Her brown eyes were alive with excitement as they wandered around the shop, absorbing the sight and smell of soft leather, her fingers running over the suede tails of a purple flogger that was displayed by the entrance to the store. He was as confident and comfortable with their surroundings as he would be if they had just entered the grocery store, and yet she kept her eyes lowered from the assistant, a slight blush rising from her chest and flushing her pale skin. He swiftly moved to the items he specifically wanted to purchase as she watched him, becoming aware of the moisture between her legs at the mere thought of their use on her tender flesh. He gripped a black leather flogger in his strong hand, giving the slightest flick of his wrist and sending a dull whistle resounding through the air as a wry smile crossed his handsome face. He turned and winked at her, beckoning her to him and for a horrifying moment she thought that he wanted to test his new toy, right there in the middle of the shop. She obeyed immediately and as she drew near he grabbed her and wrapped a hand lovingly around the back of her neck, pulling her into a deep, hungry kiss. They had stayed in the store for a while whilst he added several new items to his collection; the flogger, a new red leather crop, a pair of small black leather wrist restraints complete with D-rings and thick silver buckles, a pair of man-sized black leather gloves and something he had hidden in his bag that he told her was a surprise for later - a little to her disappointment. She had pouted at not being able to see his new secret toy and he leaned in and whispered to her, "I, too, have my secrets princess, and you know how I hate to see you pout." His look and the tone of his voice was enough to stop her minor sulking immediately. * * * * The sharp tug on her hair brought her back from her daydreams, forcing her into a bolt upright position with her back straighter against his chair. She looked up at him, a little confused and anxiously wondering if she had drifted off whilst he was talking. She bit her lower lip and hoped to God that she had not momentarily fallen asleep; she would hate to cause him any annoyance after such a blissful day. "Good girl," he said, smiling down at her. The lines from the corners of his eyes spread widely across his face as he watched her. "Now, please answer my question, Elle." She panicked. She had let her mind wander back over the day and had stopped concentrating on his voice. Her mind frantically flew back over the last few minutes but she had heard nothing; she was lost in her dream world and just hadn't been focusing on him. Elle lowered her gaze from his and heard him chuckle. He had sensed her panic and she knew it. "Hmmm..." he spoke softly, "it appears that we weren't paying attention were we, my little English muffin." He shifted slightly in his chair and brought his lips to her ear, briefly kissing it before speaking again, in his slow dulcet tones. "That's okay; we shall correct that a little later on. But, for now, I shall ask one more time." She felt his hand wrap tighter in her hair as he pulled her head back slightly, forcing her to look up into his eyes as he continued, "I asked if my sweet submissive would like to end the day with a little playtime, but you see then, I thought you were listening to me, whereas now, I suppose you do not actually have much of a choice." He laughed softly as he trailed his hand down to hers and raised it to his lips where he gently kissed it and then stood, rising to his full six feet, pulling her up, facing him. "We have some rules tonight Elle" he said, not waiting for her response, his voice was deeper and sterner as he released his gentle hold on her and moved about the room, raising his hand to indicate she should remain where she was. "Or should I say, you have some rules. Rules which, if broken sweetheart, will not bode well for your ability to sit down for the rest of the month, do I make myself clear?" She swallowed nervously, her gaze fixed on him as his eyes searched the room. "Yes Sir." He smiled, "Good girl." His eyes fell on the item he was searching for and he picked it up and slipped it into his back pocket. As he turned, she could just make out the tip of a black marker pen and a look of curiosity crossed her face. He returned to her and stood a few feet away, his gaze trailing down her body, over her full firm breasts, her slender arms, pale soft skin and shapely legs, all the way to her bare feet and blood red nail polish carefully painted onto each toe. "Remove your panties Elle," he said matter-of-factly, waiting patiently as she slipped the flimsy material down her supple thighs. She saw his eyes twinkle as she picked them up from the floor and handed them to him. Taking them quickly, he placed them in his jeans pocket along with the marker pen, and leant forward to briefly run his hand over her perfectly smooth, shaved mound, his fingers probing through the supple folds of her labia, and drawing a soft gasp from between her lips. She now stood completely naked before him apart from the simple silver choker secured in place with a small lock around her slender neck, bearing his initial with a single letter 'B' engraved on the left side. No matter how many times he saw her like this, naked, vulnerable, completely his, he could never get enough of it; he adored her, she was his one, his pride and joy. The months of training, the discipline, the times he had been forced to mark her beautiful skin with his whip or the long hard wooden paddle when she had disobeyed, their utter openness and total honesty is what had brought them to this point and he was so very proud of her. "Do not move," he instructed in a tone that spoke of quiet, but powerful authority. He turned and walked to the cupboard where he had carefully placed his new toys. Opening it up in one swift movement, he stood for a moment and carefully contemplated the selection of several items, checking and placing them in turn on the large oak coffee table, before reaching back inside one last time and retrieving the beautiful long black leash. Smiling as he moved back towards her, he knew she had not moved a muscle as instructed, apart from her eyes which grew larger with each piece of equipment he had removed from the cupboard. Cupping her face in his hands, he lowered his lips to hers, planting a soft kiss on her slightly open mouth as his hands lowered to her neck and attached the leash to her collar. He silently pulled away from her and returned to his chair. "Here, Elle" he beckoned and tugged gently on the leash. She turned, took a step towards him, and slowly dropped to her knees. He sat forward and ran his hand over her body, pausing to pinch each of her nipples very lightly as he stroked and caressed her skin, sending goose bumps over each square inch that his fingertips gifted. He mouthed the word "spread" and as she parted her thighs he lightly touched his hand to her smooth pussy and slipped a finger between the warm wet folds of her lips. "Lean back Elle, take hold of your ankles" he gently instructed. She did as she was told, leaning her body backward, spreading her thighs wider as she gripped her ankles with each hand. She felt the rush of heat through her chest as she lowered her eyes and took in a deep breath, the warmth instantly rising through her entire being as she reacted to his touch. He was her only source of pleasure, her Master, her love, her One and in that one instant she craved him more than she had possibly ever craved him in all their time together. "Now, for the rules, my princess," he said, fixing his gaze on her as his finger slid deeper inside her velvety moistness. "I will only be saying this once, so make sure you pay attention, do you understand?" She looked up at him and nodded, trying desperately to focus her concentration on his voice, his instruction, and not the growing desire that was rising inside her as his finger glided in and out of her opening. "Yes Sir," she replied in a hoarse whisper. He gently removed his finger from her and reached under his chair, slowly lifting her favourite deep purple 7 inch vibrator in front of her eyes. She moaned softly as he lowered it and ran it lightly over her stomach, his intense stare never leaving her face as his thumb lightly turned the base. The erect vibe buzzed subtly into life as he dipped it into her juices. Watching as she threw her head back, he probed the vibrator inside her and she spread her thighs even wider, completely exposed to him. She bit down on her lower lip, every torturous moment filling her thighs with rapturous pleasure. "Rule One: you are not to orgasm from this moment on without my express permission," he withdrew the vibe from her and slowly slid it upward to rest on her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in small firm circles, causing her to arch towards him, "and I will not be manipulated into giving permission by your cries, your whimpers, or your begging, my precious slut. Permission will only be granted if I am prepared to let you release." Holding her up with one hand, he smiled and felt his cock grow hard inside his jeans at the sight of her, totally defenseless, completely under his control and he thrust the whole length of the vibrator back inside of her dripping pussy, just to prove his point. "Rule Two: you are not to speak unless spoken to; you may moan, whimper, cry out and even scream," He raised his eyebrows slightly to accentuate the word 'scream', "but you will not speak unless instructed, do you understand?" She nodded, unable to speak, even if he had given her permission, as she felt her juices run onto her thighs as he continued to plunge the erect phallus in and out of her, spreading the wetness over her bare mound with his free hand, soaking her completely. She reached for him without thinking, her eyes pleading with him to stop, not wanting to orgasm, as she knew that he never gave many rules, but when he did he expected to be obeyed without question. He shot a warning glance "Hands back to your ankles Elle! Now!" She whimpered, yet immediately obeyed. The flash of anger in his eyes subsided as he continued. "Rule Three: you will not hesitate, and I mean not even slightly, to do anything I request of you tonight, Elle. This is the night we have talked about, the one we have discussed, the one where you will surrender completely, total submission, my slave, just as we agreed would happen. It will not stop - until I say it stops. No safe words Elle." He smiled sadly and whispered in a barely audible tone, more for his benefit than for hers, "this is our last chance". He pushed in harder and faster, thrusting all 7 inches of the rubber purple shaft in and out of her hot wet slit, fucking her with it, until she cried out in pleasure, arching towards him, driving herself against the vibe, barely able to sustain control. "Do not cum, Elle. Do not make me have to punish this beautiful body again before we even start." He looked at her sternly and she held back, breathing heavily, doing everything in her power to prevent the orgasm from coursing through her body. He smiled and pulled the vibrator out of her, offering it to her mouth where she instinctively licked it clean. Chuckling to himself, he whispered "already you are so wet...such a wanton little slut. Nod in agreement Elle if you understand and accept the rules." She looked at him, still sucking her wetness from the vibrator and she nodded. Chapter Two He bent down to kiss her, brushing his lips softly over hers and then rose from his chair. "Release your ankles Elle, put the toys in my bag and then take your place." He smiled and turned, walking from the room as she obeyed him. Rising from her knees, she stretched her body, ridding herself of the stiffness that had set in from being in the same position for too long and walked silently to the oak coffee table where he had laid out the collection of toys. She carefully placed the items into his leather bag, allowing her eyes to wander over each piece of equipment; his black leather flogger that felt so delicious against her pale sensitive skin, the new red crop that she knew would easily mark her tender flesh, his black gloves, a spreader bar, ankle and wrist cuffs, a black silk scarf that he liked to use to blindfold her, a red ball gag, and something in a long, thin brown case. The case was the size of the jewelry box he had presented her with on the day he had formally locked his collar around her neck in a private ceremony, claiming her as his. Elle looked curiously at the case, turning it over in her fingers and finding the clasp. She knew she shouldn't but she just couldn't resist it - is this what he had bought from the store? Was this his new secret toy? She smiled, wondering what secret it could contain and she couldn't help but open it slightly and peer inside, overpowered by the curiosity that was bubbling within her gut. Elle Ch. 01 I'm a high school French teacher. I have been for a few years. For quite a few years before that, I was a portrait photographer. I have photographed literally thousands of teenage girls. And today, I deal with them on a daily basis. Long ago, I got over the fact that they are very sexy and dress very provocatively on a daily basis. When I did portraits, they wanted to be especially sexy. I had to show less than they wanted to show in order to please their parents. No matter what their hormones are doing to them, they are still kids. No matter how well developed they are physically, they open their mouths to speak and you know they are still kids. They lack the mental maturity to correspond with their physical maturity. My buddies wonder how I can deal with these sexy, tight-bodied girls every day. Most say they couldn't do it. They'd get in trouble. When I was younger, I kept a distance because I wanted to keep my business. As time went on, I began to realize that these sexy girls could easily be my daughters, age-wise. That takes a lot of the appeal away. As a teacher, I deal with them on an intellectual level. I see that and the maturity level. Those things take away any sexual appeal, no matter how skimpy the outfit. I have had to ask several girls to put on a jacket to cover the cleavage, or sweat pants because their butt cheeks were hanging out of their shorts. If I can't bend over your shoulder to help you with your worksheet without seeing your belly button, much less your nipples, you are not dressed appropriately for school. As a 50-something man, I don't need the hassle. Cover up! But I can't control my dreams. I have awakened many times from a dream of fucking one of my students very hard and having them suck my cock after until I fill their throat. This is wrong, but I have had these dreams since my photographer days. I just dismiss it, since I don't even have jerk-off fantasies about my students. - Last year, I lead my first spring break trip to France. Nothing can captivate foreign language students more than a visit to the country of origin. For my group, I chose a 14-day trip that comprised three days in Paris and Versailles, three days in the Loire Valley (magnificent castles), three days in Provence (Avignon, Nimes and Marseilles, land of history and art), three days in Nice (the French Rivera), and ending with a final two days again in Paris. It was a small group, just eight students with two additional adults (parents of two of the students). We were two freshmen, three sophomores, two juniors and one senior. The parents were parents of the freshmen. We had a wonderful experience. In spite of our small group, the timing dictated that we weren't combined with another group. We had our own guides and busses. We felt like royalty. The company I had hired to conduct our tour is one of the best in the business. We ate in three-to-four star restaurants and stayed in three-to-four star hotels. My sales rep was a guy of my age, a former teacher. He respected my career change and my enthusiasm for my new profession. He anticipated that I would lead many such groups in my career (and I intended to do so). So, he made sure we were happy. My kids and parents got a full dose of France. They ate, drank and lived France for almost two weeks. Everyone was happy and tired when we got back to Paris. Our return visit was designed for students to choose what they wanted to revisit or to explore anew. It was self-directed. Students had to create their own plan and to commit to it. My rep had set us up in a wonderful four-star hotel, on the right bank of the Seine River with a great view of the Hôtel des Invalides and the Eiffel Tower. My room was on the top floor (the fourth, the highest permitted in Paris). It had large windows and a balcony encompassing the view. This was day 13, and I was exhausted. I had breakfast with the group and sent them on their chosen projects. I had not signed myself up to accompany any of them just because I wanted some down time. Day 14 was going to be intense, so I wanted to be well rested. When everyone was gone, I retreated to my suite, stripped off my clothes and crawled between the soft poplin sheets. I intended to sleep a few more hours, have a wonderful lunch, and spend my afternoon in the Petit Palais museum – alone. I would return to being a responsible high school teacher at dinner. - I fell into a deep sleep engendered by 13 days of being responsible for 10 people in a foreign country, having to think in two languages simultaneously, and being old enough that hours of walking on cobblestones was crippling. I awoke sensing another presence. I had no idea what time it was. Gradually, I realized that a warm body was pressed against mine. It felt good, so I closed my eyes and descended into sleep once again. When I awoke again, it slowly dawned on me that someone was kissing me – my face, my neck, my ears, my shoulders. It felt wonderful. When I could open my eyes, I saw Elle. Elle was my senior student on the trip. She had been with me since freshman year. Then, she was a skinny, gawky girl. Puberty had been good to her. She had developed nice hips and good curves. I never could tell how big her breasts were. Some days they looked small, other days large. I had chalked it up to fashion, and hadn't thought about it much. Elle favored tights and short shorts with low cut camisoles with see-through cover ups at school. Winter was tight knit dresses and leggings. I had spent two years trying not to notice. She had beautiful, long, wavy auburn hair that cascaded over her shoulders. She was obviously a natural redhead, but with only a smattering of freckles. Her skin was pale as is expected, but with a note of warmth underneath, which is not. As she kissed my neck, I realized that Elle was just as nude as I was. Fashion had made her breasts appear large. They were small and tight, maybe 34" Bs – just the kind I found the most sexy. Damn! As she kissed me, she began to stroke her own breasts, letting out small sounds. As my mind cleared, I realized that I was naked in bed with my senior student, who was naked as well, kissing and caressing me. My erection was growing and her nipples were hard. This was bad. All I could see was the end of my teaching career. "Ah, you are awake. That's nice. I've been snuggled up with you for a while. But I am hornier than ever. Now, I want you," she said. I was still groggy from sleep. I tried to gather myself. "Elle, this feels so good. You are so beautiful, but we can't do this. I'm your teacher. If we have sex, I am violating a trust not to abuse my students. We will ruin your life and mine." "Non, Monsieur. When I started your French I class, I was so backward. You showed me that I was a valuable person, with a lot to give. When I started to develop physically, you didn't ever look at me that way, the creepy way Mr. Cramer did. You gave me the courage to become a real person," she said, "not because I'm sexy, but because I'm a real person. The confidence I have to do all I have done in high school has come from your belief in me." "Elle, you are one of my very favorite students, but I try to do that with all of my students." "Monsieur, you helped me find in myself what I need to succeed. I want you to help me with one more thing." "If I can," I answered as her fingers trailed over my stomach. "Our guide told us that the only way to understand the French is to fall in love with a Frenchman. Monsieur, I don't love a Frenchman, I love you. You are as French as they are." "Elle..." I began. "Non, Monsieur," she interrupted. "I know I can't have you forever, we can't have a 'happily ever after.' But my boyfriend wants to have sex, and I probably will when I get back. But he is just a kid. I don't want to give my virginity to him in the back of a car on some country road in Jackson County, Illinois." "Elle..." I began to protest (although it was getting harder, as her hand was now around my cock). "Monsieur!" she almost shouted. "I turned 18 last month, so this isn't a crime. I want to share my virginity with a man I respect, admire and deeply love. I want to do it in a luxurious room with a view of the Eiffel Tower. Please help me make it special. I can't imagine a better way to become a woman." I'm a total idiot. At the risk of my career, I made love with Elle. I kissed her softly and deeply. I kissed her neck as she had kissed mine. I told her, "Good love making is a partnership. Each of you should derive a great satisfaction from the sharing," I said as I stroked those perfect, small tits. "If he just cums as soon as anything happens, he is a lout, a kid, or an asshole." I kissed those small breasts and sucked the nipples hard until she started to moan. Then I worked my way down her tight, slender body. I licked her belly-button, poking my tongue into it. I kissed and licked her hip bones and as much soft skin as I could find. Finally, I descended on her pussy. I started with her clit and worked it as hard as I could. She had a hand firmly around my cock, jacking it intermittently as she got horny. I said, "You don't have to pay attention to my cock right now. Just enjoy what is happening to you." "The harder your cock gets, the hornier I get," she replied. I lay so she could access my cock as much as she wanted, but I started to suck and lick her pussy as much as I could. I gave her tongue tips and flicks on her clit and plunged my tongue up her cunt as hard as I could. I think she liked it. She came about three times. "I need you to fuck me now, Monsieur. This is perfect." I pushed the head of my raging hard cock at the parting of her pussy lips. Moistly, they spread for my hard dick. "Elle, I can stop now." I wasn't sure I could, with my cock wet inside her pussy lips, but I felt I should offer. "Monsieur, please fuck me hard right now. Fill my gaping pussy with your hard cock. Make my dream come true. Foutrez-moi! Maintenant!" As I entered her pussy, she spread her lips and said, "Go slow, I want to watch myself give my virginity to my French lover. Push your cock in hard, but slow." Her pussy was shaved bald except for a neatly trimmed strip leading to her clit. I pushed into her slowly. She spread her knees wide, reached down and parted her pussy lips, and leaned forward to see. We watched as my cock eased into her pussy. She was incredibly tight, as one would expect. I went slowly so as to go as deep as I could without causing pain. She let out a gasp and I stopped. "Am I hurting you?" "No, you are just a lot bigger than the dildo I have been using. Go ahead and give me all of you." So I went in until my balls were against her. "Hmmm..." she said. I pulled back and went in again. Slowly, we picked up our pace. She started to pinch my nipples as we ramped up our fucking. Our speed increased and her cunt loosened to accept my cock as it got harder and she got more excited. Elle grabbed my ass and pushed my hips against hers, faster and faster. She pulled me against her and dug her nails into my back. I was pounding her hard and fast when she came. I could feel her pussy begin to throb on my dick as I slowed. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled my hard cock into her tight as she writhed and moaned. I was sure my back was bleeding. Her breathing slowed and her body relaxed. She wiped the sweat from her brow. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and looked into my face. "Ohmigod, you are still hard. You didn't cum." "Control is one of the few advantages of age. Besides, I didn't want to be done yet," I replied. "Wow! Will you take that hard cock and fuck me from behind? You know, dog-style? I've always heard that the guy's dick goes deeper into your pussy that way. I can't imagine anything deeper, but I want to try. Want to?" At this point, I had already fucked my student and possibly my career, so why not? My cock was hard as I rolled her over. She had never done this before, but I guess instincts just take over. She shoved her ass up in the air and buried her shoulders in the pillow. I knelt behind. Her pussy was actually swollen and dripping. I had never seen that before. I guess a woman had never wanted me that much before. I didn't even have to guide my cock. It stood out straight and her pussy was open. I just slipped it into her waiting slit and proceeded to pound at high speed from the outset. She screamed at first and I almost stopped. Then she cried, "That feels fucking great! Pound that fucker home! Migod, I feel you so far up in me! Fuck me, fuck me!" She played with her clit as I pounded in and out of her demanding twat. I grabbed her sweet ass cheeks, so soft and smooth and parted them to get as deep into her pussy as I could. She began to cum again. I was close, too. But I began to breathe deep and relax as she squirmed and wiggled through her orgasm. She collapsed flat on her tummy when her orgasm subsided. I lay on her back, my still-hard cock just slightly inside her pussy lips. Eventually, she came to herself. She reached down between her legs to massage her pussy and found my hard cock head just parting her still wet lips. "Migod, you are still hard! Don't you ever cum?" "I wanted to show you my favorite position, fuck you hard that way, and explode inside your pussy," I responded. "Fuck me more, any way you want. I can't wait!" she said. I rolled her onto her side and mounted her lower leg. The top leg, I pushed up high. Her wet, dripping pussy was wide open. "This way, I can get deep inside you and still play with your tits. I'm short enough, I can suck your nipples while I fuck you really deep." "That sounds perfect!" she said as I slid my cock into her. I began slowly, kissing her on the lips, before moving down to suck her nipples. She began to moan immediately. After a few minutes of pounding her cunt and sucking her tits, I just grabbed onto those small orbs and fucked her as hard and fast as I could. She put her hands on mine, rocked her pelvis against mine and began the moans and throbs of another orgasm. That is when I gave in and shot my jizz deep into her. As I shot more and more into her, she screamed and moaned. I bucked hard and squeezed her wonderful tiny tits as the last of my cum dribbled into her sweet cooze. As our orgasms subsided, we collapsed into a sweaty, naked heap together. Our arms were around one another, our bodies entwined, mutual moisture spreading. Eventually, she looked up at me and smiled. "I guess it would be redundant to say that I have never been fucked like that before. But I can't imagine being fucked like that ever again. I can hope, but I can't imagine..." "Elle, I've had lovers over the years. But I've never had a lover so responsive, so intuitive, so absolutely in synch with me. I guess I've never been fucked like that before, either," I answered. We held each other for a long time, bodies entwined. We kissed softly. We dozed. Sometime after noon, we woke together. Elle kissed my face and stroked my hair, even as our bodies still clung to one another. I massaged her back, her buttocks, her shoulders. She smiled at me. "Do we have time to do it again?" "Yes," I answered. "Just remember, we spent the afternoon at the Petit Palais." "I already know what was showing there. I can talk about it. In the meantime, I want to suck your cock. Then I want to be on top, OK?" "I can go with that," I answered as I admired her slim, wonderful body and her firm small tits. "Do with me what you will." "Mmmm..." was her only response as she took my hardening cock into her mouth. - As the church bells chimed six, we awoke, once again intertwined and moist. She looked deeply into my eyes. "We can't ever tell anyone about this, can we?" "No, we can't." "And we can't do it again, can we?" "No, we can't" "That's OK, we'll always have Paris." - After we returned, I worried that my life and career would end before the semester was up. What teenage girl could be expected to keep the secret that she had fucked her French teacher in Paris? But there were no rumors, no whispers. Elle continued to date her boyfriend. The only changes in the classroom were the positive benefits of having a group of kids having an international experience. I began to relax. A few weeks before graduation, Elle stopped in my classroom during my prep period. Everything had been normal student/teacher since we had been back. No personal contact, just regular curriculum. I must have acted tense, because Elle said, "It's OK, Monsieur, relax. I just wanted to tell you something I could never tell anyone else. I decided to go ahead and have sex with my boyfriend last weekend. It didn't go well." "I'm sorry," I said, thinking back to how amazing Paris had been. "It was in the back of a car, like I thought it would be. We didn't even take all our clothes off. When I reached down to touch him to guide him into me, he just jizzed all over me. He didn't try to kiss or lick me or anything. He just grinned like he had done something. He didn't even get inside me. For god's sake, at least I deserved a cock up the cunt. But he left me hanging. "I was horny and wet and ready, and he thought he was done. I wiped off with tissues and told him to take me home. He knew I was mad, but didn't understand why. I broke up with him yesterday." "Elle, give him a break. He's young and doesn't know anything. He'll get there." "No, I'm done. If a man can't treat me like you did, I don't want him." "Elle, age brings experience. A young buck can bring a power I can't. You might like that. Give it time." "Okay, Monsieur. But if I don't find a young buck to do to me what I want by my senior year of college, can we do it again?" "By then, I'll be almost 60. You won't want anything to do with me, but OK. It's a deal." I reached out my hand to seal the deal. But Elle climbed into my chair, straddled me and pushed her pussy up against my now-hard dick and said, "Deal." She climbed off and not another word or insinuation was made the rest of the year. Elle graduated as salutatorian of her class, gave a speech at the ceremony, thanked me for our experiences abroad and some of her other teachers, and went off to college – she took her junior year at the Sorbonne. Elle Ch. 01 She bent her head and took a peek. Within an instant she dropped the case, sending it tumbling onto the table with a loud thud. "Oh, my God!" she whispered, cupping her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with fear. Her blood ran cold as she gingerly picked it up and flicked a darting glance to the door in the vein hope that he hadn't heard the noise, before she carefully placed the case in the bag with the rest of his equipment. For a split second the thought of hiding it flashed through her mind, but he had placed it there to be put in the bag and he would know if it was missing. Taking a deep breath, Elle zipped up the bag, returning to kneel on her pillow at the foot of his chair, her heart pounding, eyes shifting between the doorway and the bag, almost quivering with trepidation. The minutes ticked by, and it seemed like forever until he returned, rubbing a towel over his hair, dressed in just his jeans, his shirtless torso glistening with moisture as he toweled himself dry from the shower. The tattoo that adorned the full length of his shoulder, chest and left arm flexed as his muscles tensed with the movement of the towel. She couldn't help but smile as she watched him. His light brown hair was flecked with streaks of silver grey and the dampness had caused it to ruffle uncontrollably, giving him the boyish look of a man twenty years his junior. Regarding his slave with an experienced eye, he smiled at her, taking in her beauty and subservience as she knelt by his chair. He glanced at the bag by the table and strode across the room, unzipping it and checking its contents. "Did you like what you saw, Elle?" he asked. "Do you like the selection of toys I have for us tonight?" She took a deep breath and nodded, muscles tensing all over her curvaceous body. He chuckled and zipped up the bag, slinging it over his shoulder and walking towards her, bending down to look into her eyes. "You couldn't resist it could you" he whispered. "You peeked inside the box didn't you?" His eyes studied her as she lowered her gaze. "Yes Sir" came the meek reply, and he nodded knowingly, picking up her leash giving it a firm tug. "Well, I suppose I did not tell you not to look, but now you have ruined the surprise. You know what's coming" he said with mild disappointment. As she started to rise he raised his eyebrows. "No, Elle." He took hold of her shoulders and pushed her back on her knees. "Crawl." She glanced up at him but immediately obeyed and lowered herself on all fours, crawling behind him as he led her across the room and towards the door. He walked quickly and she struggled to keep up, her head raised high, long brown hair flowing around her shoulders, following his every step. As he reached the door he looked at her sternly. "When we get to where we are going Elle, you will crawl to the rug in the middle of the room and kneel, your thighs wide, back straight, breasts out, head raised and eyes lowered" he said nonchalantly, though the power in his command was undeniable. He guided her through the door and then stopped again, "Oh, and you will masturbate; you will prepare yourself for me, my little slut." He smiled and tugged her leash, "Trust me; you are going to need it." The last statement made Elle shudder, and tiny bumps began forming on her skin as she felt a fierce mix of elation, trepidation and anticipation stir from the very bottom of her soul. He led her across the hall and unlocked the large heavy door to the basement. They rarely played in the basement, it was dark, and he knew she didn't like the dark, but it was fully equipped for what he needed tonight. His larger equipment was stored there and he had spent the last few months converting it into a fully functional dungeon, and she was not allowed even a peek through the door to see the transformation. She knelt and waited for him to open the door, knowing the steps to the dungeon were cold and concrete and she took a deep breath preparing for the pain that would soon be embedded in her knees. He caught her eye and tugged the leash, and as if reading her mind. "Do you think I am that cruel?" He said as a curious look flashed across his handsome face. "Hmmm, maybe I am." He shrugged and laughed as he saw the look of mild panic in her eyes. "But you can get up and walk, Elle, I have no wish for you to damage your knees, even though your body will suffer more than that tonight." He led her down into the dungeon. She expected the spacious room to be cold but she was surprised at the heat and the soft light coming from the glow of the wood burner in the far corner. He had already lit the candles that illuminated the darkness and she allowed her eyes to wander over the space as they adjusted to the dim light. The floor was cold and hard with a single bright red plush rug in the very centre. The walls were bare and painted a deep burgundy adding to the darkness and making the room appear smaller than it was. In the opposite corner to the wood burner, a large metal ring was attached to the wall with a kneeling mat on the floor. In the third corner sat an oversized comfortable chair, some scattered cushions and a small coffee table. In the corner opposite that was the furniture that made her skin shiver with fear and excitement, his St. Andrew's Cross and a long, tall gym bench were propped against the wall. He released her leash and she crawled carefully across the concrete floor and knelt on the red rug in the centre of the room, assuming the position as he had instructed. He watched her intently as he put down the bag and unzipped it, watching as her hand trailed across her thigh and he felt his cock harden as she slowly dipped her fingers between her deliciously smooth pussy lips. He thought perhaps that this was the sweetest sight he had ever seen. He lifted the new red crop from the bag and flicked his wrist, his cock twitching in his jeans as he heard it swish through the air. He strode towards her, standing a few feet away and watched as her arousal grew, her juices leaked onto her thighs as she rubbed her clit harder and plunged two of her fingers in and out of her soaking pussy. Taking a deep contented breath as he heard her subtle moans, he fixed his hungry eyes on her, resisting the temptation to give in to his pure animal lust and the untamed desire to just push her backwards and take what was his, right there on the floor of the dungeon. "Stand up, Elle!" he commanded, in a tone that spoke of intense authority, and she immediately rose from her position. "Hands above your head" he said almost coldly as he moved closer and reached above her as she raised her hands; his 6-ft frame towering over hers as he pulled on the chains that were attached to the ceiling and lowered them towards her outstretched arms. "Open!" he said sharply and she parted her lips, keeping her eyes lowered as a mark of respect as he placed the crop between her teeth. He lifted her chin as she bit down on the toy. "Drop this, Elle, and there will be trouble" he hissed into her ear, his hot breath travelling through her body. Striding back towards the bag, he retrieved the cuffs and the spreader bar, allowing himself the pleasure of glancing back at her, naked skin softly glowing with her heat, excitement and fear, hands above her head, his crop between her teeth, anxiously waiting. He gathered the items he needed and walked slowly back to her, his eyes never leaving her body, the rush of anticipation coursing through him, knowing that tonight she had totally relinquished control of herself, utter obedience, limitless and vulnerable. Kneeling before her, he set to work attaching the ankle restraints to the spreader bar, nudging her legs apart and running his hands gently up the length of her smooth legs, pausing to dip his finger, closely followed by his tongue, into her warm, wet pussy. "Mmm, my God, Elle, you are fucking soaking." He laughed as he brought his hand around to her ass and slapped it hard. Smackkk! A loud crack filled the dark basement like a gunshot as she yelped in surprise, her body jolting as his strong hand connected with her skin, feeling the heat in her soft flesh instantly rise thorough her body, her teeth clamping harder around the crop as her eyes darted down into his. He looked up at her with a serious, stern expression. "Drop it Elle, and there will be trouble." He rose, running his hands over the gentle swells of her breasts, drawing each nipple into his mouth and sucking on the tender nub remorselessly, feeling her move underneath him. Pulling away, he attached the wrist cuffs to her slender wrists and hooked them to the chains above her head before standing back to admire his work. "Beautiful!" he remarked as he reached into his jeans pocket and removed the marker pen. "Hmm..." he looked at her thoughtfully for moment "we just need one more thing... the finishing touch." Gripping the pen lid in his teeth, he pulled it off and winked at her, noticing the look of curiosity that spread across her face. He moved closer and began to write across her breasts, carefully forming each letter in big bold black text. 'S' he said through gritted teeth as he held the lid between them. 'L', he stopped and looked up at her, "what comes next, beautiful?" He smiled knowing she could not speak. 'U?' he wrote it as he spoke, placing the final letter 'T' across her left nipple. Elle averted her eyes from his gaze as she looked down, the word 'SLUT' emblazoned across her chest; he tilted her chin up and kissed her. "That's right, just a reminder that you are not just anyone's slut Elle, you are Mine." The feeling was intoxicating, a mix of pride and total adoration threatened to explode from within her as Elle struggled to contain herself, and struggled more so not to drop the crop, now precariously balanced between her teeth. He slowly took the crop from her mouth. "You know, Elle, this is new. We really should break it in." Slowly circling her like a hunter examining captured prey, he softly rubbed the tip of the crop over her freshly-marked breasts and trailed it down her flat stomach, bringing it carefully to rest against the sensitive lips of her pussy. She moaned at the feel of the hard leather against her flesh and writhed under its touch as he pressed it firmly between her glistening lips. "Whose pussy is this Elle?" he asked, looking into her eyes with such intensity as she moaned and managed a faint hiss. "Yours, Sir" He flicked the crop across her lips, stinging her slightly, forcing her to cry out. "Pardon me? I didn't hear you." "Yours Sir!" He flicked it again, flashing a look of mild annoyance, stinging her harder. "Elle, I don't understand. Am I not your Master? Do I not own your body? Do I not care for it, bring it pleasure, and discipline it? Are you not trained to serve me and me alone?" She nodded at his questions, biting down on her bottom lip, keeping her eyes averted. "Then please give me that respect, unless you feel that I have not earned it." His voice was hard and stern, a storm beginning to brew behind his naturally controlled nature. "Now, let me ask you again. Whose is this pussy?" He slapped the crop hard against her swollen lips -- Crackkk! She flinched, remaining as still and as silent as possible, though the sublime mix of agony and pleasure battled inside her. "Yours Master!" she said in a loud, firm voice, trying with those two words to express her adoration for him. He continued to walk around her, circling like a predator to an injured animal, the crop trailing over her body. He rubbed it slowly across her ass, the juices from her soaking slit following the trail he made. He flicked his wrist again and brought it hard down against the sensitive flesh of her bottom, leaving an angry red mark on the smooth skin. She jolted, barely managing to stifle a cry of surprise. "Elle, unfortunately, now we have to address your earlier indiscretion, before we can get on with our evening, tell me what it was, my princess." He ran a hand over her ass and caressed the mark he had just left her with as she spoke calmly, hating the fact he would punish her, but she knew he had not forgotten. He never forgot. "I drifted off Master. I did not hear you when you spoke to me earlier in the living room." He smiled at her lovingly. "Precisely, Elle. I asked you a specific question, giving you a choice about this evening and then had to repeat myself because of your inability to concentrate." He continued to pace around her, his arms folded as he tapped the crop against his own skin, his bare feet soundlessly circling his slave. "Well, perhaps we need to address your level of concentration." He observed her reaction, knowing that she would not speak unless given permission to do so, but he sensed her sadness at his disappointment. "Now, you will count, and thank me for each mark I make. Let's see if a little lesson in mental arithmetic helps to extend your focus. Do you understand?" She nodded as he raised his arm back, swiftly bringing the crop whistling hard against her naked, pale flesh, hearing it mark her -- Whackkk! She yelped and jumped forward. He waited patiently, expectantly... "One... Thank You, Master." He nodded and quickly slapped the crop against her other cheek, leaving an identical, symmetrical mark. "Two... Thank You, Master." He moved back a little, giving himself more room and swished the crop down hard again and again and again in rapid succession, purposely not allowing her a break between his blows. Crackk! Crackk! Crackk! "Three... Four..." She could feel the tears battling to release from her eyes and swallowed them back as the pain reared. "Five... Thank You, Master!" Elle managed to utter between gritted teeth, feeling as if her ass was on fire, in contrast to her leaking pussy, which ached for attention. He nodded and waited for a few seconds, rubbing his hand over her tender cheeks, feeling the warmth rising from them. "Half way there princess" he whispered as he raised the crop again and repeated the sequence of blows against her skin with no remorse. Crackk! Crackk! Crackk! Elle sobbed as the tears escaped from the corners of her brown eyes and ran over her face, dropping on the floor at her feet. She managed to hold back the torrent while she underwent the punishment she knew she deserved. She constantly battled with herself, in her own mind, whilst enduring his punishing blows, knowing that he had to do this. It was part of her training, part of her growth. He lovingly and masterfully pushed her into perfect submission, becoming the slave and the woman that he knew she could be. But she wondered, albeit briefly, whether she would ever be as perfect as he wanted, as he needed her to be, and darkness momentarily clouded her heart with the fear of failure. Knowing she had disappointed him was the worst of all punishments, and one that she always brought upon herself. "Don't make me wait, Elle!" he said sharply, his voice speaking of dangerous thunder. She managed to speak, "Six... Seven... Eight... Thank You, Master." Her voice beginning to quaver, wanting desperately to break down and cry, and yet holding it back with a force far stronger than any mortal pain he could inflict. She tapped into her reserves of devotion, and she immediately postured a little bit straighter, relishing the blows as a sign of his love for her. He heard her tears and knew that they were partly through pain and partly because she knew he hated to punish her, correcting her behaviour in this way did not turn him on, but she needed the discipline as much as she craved the pleasure. He flicked the crop against her ass again, twice more, the last being the hardest of all the blows he administered to her tender flesh Crackk! CRACKK! She openly cried, her body buckling, supported by the restraints, yelping with each strike. "Nine... Ten... T-T-Thank You, Master." Elle gasped, her head spinning slightly. "You are very welcome, Elle" he said coldly as he ran his hands along her marked flesh, soothing it as he dropped the crop on the floor by his feet. "Now, let us not dwell on the unpleasantness. This will not be mentioned again this evening." He spoke again, with much softer tones, "whose ass is this, princess?" he asked in a warmer voice, caressing her as much with his words as his hand. "Yours, Master" she replied, her tears subsiding. He slipped his hand under her and found her wetness, plunging two fingers inside her as he moved and pressed his body tightly against her back, wrapping his strong tattooed arm around her waist and pulling her back against his chest. She moaned and squirmed, as he rapidly fucked her with his fingers, knowing that she was fully aroused and would soon start to want to beg for release. She wished it could have always been like this, feeling safe and secure in his muscular arms, with not a care in the world, save for his pleasure, which was her responsibility. "Recite to me our rules tonight, Elle" he whispered into her ear as she bucked and writhed against him, her arms and legs restrained as she stood and moaned deeply with every thrust of his fingers. He knew exactly what to do, exactly where her weak spots were and if he so desired, he could have her exploding in pleasure within seconds. She breathed heavily, her heart racing, pushing back against him as she answered. "No cumming without your permission," she said breathlessly, "no speaking unless spoken to and... and -- " She took a deep breath, her head spinning with unreleased desire. "Total obedience, Master" He continued to work his fingers in and out of her tight dripping pussy. He kissed her ear and whispered again, his hot breath adding to her intense arousal. "How close are you, my love?" She moaned, closing her eyes. "So close, please... please, Master. P-Please let me cum!" He smiled and pulled his fingers from her pussy. She immediately felt an aching emptiness begin to fill her with the absence of his hand, yearning to have it back yet knowing better than to beg for it. "Oh no, not yet, Elle. The night is way too young" he said matter-of-factly. He adjusted his rock-hard cock inside his jeans, feeling it strain against the fabric and walked back to the bag, giving her ass one final slap, leaving her wantonly yearning for satisfaction, and yet so far away from reaching the state of momentary pleasure. Elle Ch. 02 Chapter Three He glanced back at her as he bent to rummage in his bag. The heat of her arousal was painfully obvious as he watched her drop her head and breathe deeply, desperately trying to regain her composure. The welts of the crop were red and tender across the smooth pale flesh of her round bottom, her small breasts heaved with each onerous breath and her long brown hair cascaded down her naked back as she stood restrained by her wrists to the chains suspended from the ceiling, her legs forced apart by the spreader bar attached to the cuffs that secured her ankles. His heart could have burst with pleasure as he watched for a few moments longer; absorbing the beauty of her submission, relishing in the mental high it gave him. She raised her eyes to his as he wandered back across the room toward her, dropping the items in his grasp to the floor at her feet and within an instant he wrapped his strong arms around her waist and pulled her body tightly into his chest. His lips pressed firmly and lovingly to hers as he pushed his tongue between her teeth. She met his tongue with the flutter of her own, moaning into his mouth as his kiss grew ever more passionate, hungry, devouring her lips as he felt them yield to his assault, his hand running soothingly over the marks on her skin made by his crop and slowly gliding over her back. She felt his rock hard shaft stretching against the rough material of his jeans as he pressed tightly against her, pulling her further into his kiss. His hand moved deeply into her hair as he swiftly pulled her head back, suddenly breaking away and exposing her neck. His tongue trailed over her ear, sending the ache inside her spiraling out of control, barely resisting the urge to beg him to fuck her right where they stood. He whispered hotly, "I love you, Elle, and I am going to take what I need from you." The lust was heavy in his voice, like honey flowing from warm fresh toast. She opened her mouth to speak and he instantly moved his finger to cover her lips. "Do you want to be punished again?" he said sharply. His eyes flashed darkly with momentary annoyance before returning to blue pools of burning passion as she closed her mouth and dropped her gaze from his, remembering the rules and feeling thoroughly whipped like a dog slapped by its owner with a rolled-up newspaper. He bent his head and kissed her neck, biting it hard, drawing an audible gasp from her as he continued running his lips and his tongue slowly downwards, enjoying every inch it travelled. He kissed along her collarbone, his hands rising up and over her abdomen and rib cage to cup her milky white breasts. His fingertips trailed over the word 'SLUT' that he had inked onto her body earlier that evening. Her pink nipples were fully erect and highly sensitive as his mouth reached them each in turn, each hot and masculine breath washing over the sensitive nubs. Elle whimpered softly, his tenderness drowning her and soothing the ache that had settled within her. He sucked her left nipple in between his teeth and bit it softly, hearing her cry out as she resisted the natural urge to pull away from his bite, yet arching against him, hungry for more. He held her firmly in his grasp as he looked at her with intense fervour and authority. "Do not close your beautiful eyes," he softly commanded. She immediately straightened her posture as he lowered himself down her body, dropping to his knees to kiss her low on her stomach, just above her smooth, perfectly shaved mound, running his tongue lower and lower, hovering briefly over her hot moist pussy. Elle could feel his breath on her labia as his mouth was so tantalisingly close, she could hardly breathe. Forcing herself to keep her eyes open as his sensitive touch overpowered her with pleasurable sensory overload. He could smell her, the sweet musky aroma of her glistening pussy and the single bead of sweat that slowly trickled down her spine. Her scent filled his entire being as he let a low growl escape from deep within his chest. He shifted on his knees and slowly licked the sensitive dip in her skin where the top of her left thigh joined her pubis; his favourite part of her body, never quite touching the swollen lips of her pussy with his mouth even though he knew if he permitted her to speak, she would instantly beg him to delve inside of her with his tongue. She was melting. Her body was screaming for him, every fibre within her was crying out for his physical attention. She tilted her head back, resisting the urge to close her eyes as she softly whimpered. It had taken every effort she had tonight to hold back the orgasmic waves that were now raging within her like a heavy storm, but she could not bear the thought of disappointing him again. Her orgasms belonged to him and she would not allow herself to release without his permission. She softly murmured to herself, "Oh, God!... Oh, God...Oh..." He couldn't resist a wry smile as he heard her soft moans. He breathed deeply and reluctantly managed to pull himself away, his hand reaching for the red ball gag and black silk blindfold he had dropped to the floor when he had kissed her. He remained on his knees as he looked up at her. "Elle" he said simply, almost coldly, calling her back from the brink of subspace. He did not want her to feel the all encompassing depths of that hypnotic utopia just yet; he needed her to remain focused, he needed her to see what was on the floor at her feet. She calmed herself and fixed her gaze on his as he took the items in his hand. It was then she saw it. She had forgotten about it until just now. Her eyes flew wide open in fear as she glimpsed the long thin brown case that rested on the floor by his knees. "Something wrong, princess?" he enquired, a narrow smile flickering across his lips as he lifted the clasp with one finger to open the case. Her heart was pounding so rapidly in her chest that she felt it would burst right out of her body as she screamed at herself from deep within her mind to keep calm. The lid flipped backwards as he slowly opened the box, keeping his stormy blue eyes fixed intently on hers, revealing the long, beautifully carved bone handle, the dim light of the wood burner and the candles that illuminated the dark dungeon softly catching on the sharp titanium blade of the 4-inch knife as it glinted menacingly from within the confines of the case. She gasped as the beads of sweat that were forming on her forehead started to drip slowly towards her temple. Her body ached with the extreme desire to flee, and never look back. All these emotions, sensations and desires were struggling inside of her, and she, a mute witness to their battle for supremacy. "Do you want to reconsider your safe-word, Elle?" he asked her, a serious look spreading within his darkening eyes. "This is your last opportunity to speak, before I gag you." * * * * When they had first met and started to discuss their separate interests in what some might call the 'fetish' of dominance and submission, they had spent hours upon hours discussing their sexuality, what each believed to be the fundamentals of the D/s dynamic. The relationship between dominant and submissive was as complex or as simplistic as the couple wanted to make it, but the basic rules always remained in place. Safe, sane and consensual - in all acts of BDSM. Hard limits were never overstepped, not even in punishment, unless she chose to relinquish them to him, of her own free will. Tonight was the first time she had made that decision. She had offered him her limits, all of them, and with them she had chosen to demonstrate her absolute trust, respect and submission. She had given herself to him. For the first time in their relationship, he owned all of her. She had once heard a quote that had lodged itself firmly in the recesses of her mind: "Love is, giving him the power to destroy you, and trusting him not to." She trusted him completely, with her very life. They had agreed on limits right at the start, and over time, and with his masterful dominance, he drew her further and further into submission, her overwhelming desire to please and serve him was all encompassing as he pushed through her boundaries, changing her outlook and moulding her into the strong, powerful and submissive woman that he knew was buried deep within her psyche. Tonight, it seemed, he was going to push her harder and further than he ever had before. * * * * "Well?" he said, waiting for her answer as she took several deep and heavy breaths. She pulled lightly on the chains that were suspending her arms above her head and looked deep into his eyes, knowing she would get lost there if she stared for long enough. He rose, blindfold between his fingers and cupped her face in his hands as she spoke in a barely audible whisper. "I trust you, Master. Do as you will with your slut." He simply nodded. Raising his hands from her face, the soft silk of the blindfold brushing her cheek, he fastened it around the back of her head, carefully moving the strands of hair from under the knot as her sight was plunged into total darkness. She felt him press his thumb against her chin and her mouth automatically fell open as he pushed the ball of the gag in between her lips. "Bite down Elle" he said softly as he fastened the leather buckle to hold the gag in place. Her body was trembling. Her skin was damp with fear, excitement and sweat as she heard the gentle footsteps of his bare feet circling around her on the concrete floor. Sudden realisation struck her - he has a knife! She battled with herself to relax and tap into the depths of her trust. He picked up the sharp blade by the long bone handle and stood in contemplation for a few moments, watching the gleaming metal as it glinted in the dim candlelight, his eyes moving from the knife to her almost luminescent body, studying her as she virtually glowed in the darkness. He reached out and ran his hand softly over the gentle curve of her left breast, his fingers finding her nipple and pinching it lightly, feeling her jump at his touch and making his almost unbearable erection twitch within the confines of his jeans. He walked behind her and ran a single fingernail along her spine. She cried out in a muffled tone from behind the ball in her mouth. He knew she was petrified, knife play was amongst the hardest of her limits and the mere fact she allowed him to venture this far proved her utter devotion to him. He smiled as his fingernail ran down over the soft flesh of her ass, briefly parting her cheeks as he moved slowly lower and felt the incredible wetness between her thighs. "Even in fear, she is still ready for me to take her" he said thoughtfully and with a tinge of pride. Keeping his hand between her thighs, he moved back in front of her and gently pushed two of his fingers into her dripping pussy. She moaned, writhing under his touch as he felt her contract around his fingers, knowing she was so very close. He had kept her on the brink of orgasm for hours but was not ready to utter the words that would have her body exploding in pleasure within seconds. "If you cum Elle, I will flog you so hard you won't be able to sit for a week," he hissed into her ear. She shuddered and desperately tried to retain the little control that she still had over her own body. The fear of the knife and the intensity of his words almost paralysed her as she held back, yet again, from disappointing her Master. She trembled, and concentrated on the very depths of her submission, drawing out her need for him from the recesses of her soul, squeezing every inch of willpower that she could scrounge. He pulled his fingers from her sopping slit and ran his hand gently over her face. She felt her juices smear onto her cheek and breathed hard and deeply, relaxing her body against his touch and easing the grip of her teeth on the ball inside her mouth. Her eyes flicked beneath the darkness of the blindfold, her mind raced at all the possibilities that may arise from the next few minutes of sensory deprivation, knowing the blade was so close to her vulnerable flesh. He ran the flat of the knife through his hand as he watched her, suddenly wincing audibly, more for her benefit than for his as he nicked his fingertip and watched the blood start to pool. He smiled, almost serenely, as he raised the tip of his finger in front of his eyes, knowing that she could but only feel his movements, so close to her blinded visage, watching as the rivulets of blood snaked down his finger and palm, down to his wrist before eventually dripping off the jut of his elbow. The dark crimson pooled slowly at his feet, the droplets of blood making sounds more felt in the gut than heard by the ear. It made her skin crawl, ate away at her insides and forced her body to tremble uncontrollably. The implications of his actions were like a plague in her soul, slowly eating away from the inside. He raised his finger to her lips, mere millimeters separating her from the metallic taste of his blood. She could smell it. "Do you want to taste it Elle?" His voice was heavy with devious intent as he watched her subconsciously recoil from the scent of his blood, the sweat on her forehead dampening her hair-line. Without thinking she shook her head. "Nn, nn..." she mumbled behind the gag in her mouth, desperately trying to say the word "no", the one word in their vocabulary that was rarely spoken from her lips. She was screaming her safe-word over and over in her mind but she knew that she had given him this opportunity. She had given up the right to utter the word that would stop the madness that seemed to have gripped him. All she had left was the reliance on the total trust for a man that had promised with the very essence of his being that he would never allow any harm to come to her. He would protect her from hurt, protect her from damage and protect her from herself. He had promised. His eyes darkened at her response as he leaned in closer to whisper in her ear. She could feel his breath on the dampness of her skin, her eyes wide open under the black silk that confined her vision, hot salty tears forming from the depths of her throat. As she blinked she felt a solitary tear escape from the corner of her eye and run down her cheek, forming a single wet line on her flushed features. "No?" he slowly whispered, contemplating her answer as he raised the flat of the knife to rest against her cheek. "Hmm... you disappoint me Elle." He allowed the knife to gently rest against her cheek for a few moments as he raised his other hand to stroke her hair. She swallowed hard, desperately wanting to speak, to immediately recant and apologise for her denial. Elle physically shook with fear - fear of his rejection and the cold demeanour that may stem from her response. Her tears flowed, more from the acknowledgement of his disappointment than from the frightful situation she currently found herself in. Her strength was in her submission to him and her strength was diminishing by the second. She knew that if she allowed herself to display weakness of character, this would only fuel his displeasure. He broke the silence with a firm tug of her hair, his hand wrapping tightly just under the knot of the blindfold at the back of her head. She jerked as her head was pulled sharply backwards, still feeling the cold steel of the blade against her skin. "Well, my princess, you may not want to taste your Master's blood..." he continued, his accent thickening with each punctuated word, "But I might want to taste yours..." He smiled and watched her fear rising, her entire body quivering with heightened sensations. "Would you sacrifice yourself for me, Elle?" He spoke with a flat, serious tone as his lips brushed the top of her ear. She recoiled, fear arcing from her heart to her gut as she struggled against her restraints, to no avail. She felt more hot tears, one after the other fall down her face but she nodded her response almost robotically. He ran the flat of the knife, slowly and carefully down her neck. "You need to remain perfectly still, Elle" he warned, "You have no idea how sharp this is." He could feel her rasping breath. Hear her desperate whimpers as the knife travelled over the soft flesh of her right breast and towards her hard pink nipple, the very tip of the blade being brought to rest against the sensitive nub. She resisted the urge to draw back, using every bit of her being to just stay still and appear in control of her senses, if only for him. She had relinquished such utter control to him, submitted so beautifully for the sheer love and adoration of her Master that he could barely breathe with the intoxication of her sweet surrender. He slowly lowered the knife from her breast and inched it fraction by fraction across her rib cage and down to the flat of her stomach. She almost stopped breathing. Her skin was burning hot under the cool metal of the blade as he briefly dipped the very tip into her navel, causing her to draw in what little breath she had left in her body. Her eyes closed tightly shut under the blindfold as more tears unashamedly fell, dampening the black silk that covered their source. She felt the blood drain from her face and she suddenly felt sick to the pit of her stomach, momentarily failing to hold up her own body weight and knowing that collapse was imminent without the support of the chains that held her from above. She was crying; rivers of tears streamed down her face as she saw him in her minds eye, the look of dissatisfaction behind his steel blue eyes. He instantly sensed her reaction and dipped his arm around her waist, holding her up, supporting her posture as her knees buckled. He had taken her to the edge of her capability and now she had had enough, and he knew it. He dropped the knife to the floor with a loud clatter resounding around the walls of the dungeon as it hit the concrete and he carefully untied the knot at the back of her head to release the blindfold, simultaneously releasing the leather strap that secured the gag. She blinked into the dim light and he could feel her sobbing uncontrollably as he reached up, releasing her hands from the cuffs that secured her arms. She instantly fell into his waiting arms, her body wracked with intense emotion. He held her tightly against his chest and stroked her hair, feeling her naked marked body so fragile against his sturdy frame. "Shhhh" he soothed "Shush now, you were so good, my precious girl, so very, very good." His words were soft and full of love as he held her shaking body against him and allowed her the freedom to cry into his chest, her tears soaking his skin. She sobbed hard, the tears flowing like a river as she let out her frustrations into the broad expanse of his powerful torso, feeling safe in his warm embrace. Her vulnerability was as much his possession as the rest of her. He lifted her from him briefly and spoke to her gently. "You need to stand, princess, for a moment longer, understand?" He made sure that she was capable of remaining upright as her tears started to subside, heavy sobs still wracking her body as he knelt at her feet and unlocked the restraints around her ankles. The sense of freedom was instant as she shook the stiffness from her body. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the chair in the corner of the dungeon, gently placing her tender bottom against the soft yielding material as he sat her down. He cupped her face in his hands and smiled softly. "I am so proud of you, Elle." He kissed the top of her forehead. "But I'm not finished with you tonight, princess, not by a long shot." Elle Ch. 02 He shoved the back of her head till her face was mere inches from the picture. She felt ashamed, like a bad dog that had just had an accident on the carpet and now its Master was pushing its nose into it. "Please no. I can't," she pleaded. "Look at it!" he boomed. His patience was running thin. He would not put up with her bullheaded behavior much longer. "Yes, Master." She wearily gave in. The picture was so close that it took a moment for her eyes to focus on the glossy image before her. She exhaled the breath she had been holding in, casting a patch of condensation over the picture. As it dissolved, a lump formed in her throat. "You asshole, you fucking asshole! How could you make me look at this? I fucking hate you," she thought, her head spinning. The photo was a black and white profile of a naked woman with hair down to her ass and a body so tight it resembled that of a professional dancer. Her hands were tied behind her back with what appeared to be a necktie. Her mouth was open, her eyes closed, and her head was tilted so far back it looked unnatural. She stood with one long leg propped up on an ottoman. Elle recognized the ottoman. The first time He had invited Elle to His place she had sat, nervously picking lint off of that very ottoman while He prepared her a glass of wine. The second time she became personally familiar with that ottoman was when He had bent her over it and fucked her for the first time. Her elbows had burned the entire evening from the ugly flower print polyester chafing her skin. She had always feared she was not the first woman He had fucked on that stupid piece of furniture that Elle always thought was such a waste of space. Not that she really expected she was the only one, just hoped. That hope was all but diminished when she saw in between the woman's legs HER Master on His knees. He too was naked and flawless. His hands were placed directly on the curve of the woman's ass. His biceps were flexed. The muscles in His arms were not done justice by the photos lack of color and shading, but nonetheless they looked strong and chiseled. His cock stood straight up as if it were enviously reaching for the pussy that His mouth had already claimed. Elle felt like she could be sick. Jealousy erupted within her like hot lava. The image was so enticing. Elle would have given her life to be that woman. It was obvious she was a former slave of His. But for Him to be on His knees like that for her, rather then vice versa, seemed contrary to the typical role of Master and slave. She wondered if this was the woman He had once told her took it in the ass seven times in a row. Was this His way of expressing His gratitude? She knew how much He liked anal, but was she THAT good that He would temporarily forfeit His title as Master and kneel before her? The idea that this woman had that much sexual power vexed Elle. She wanted to please him more then any other slave ever had, especially this bitch. But Elle knew she lacked experience and wasn't sure she would ever be able to live up to His high standards. This woman oozed sex and confidence out of every pore. He must have loved her. And that thought drove Elle to the edge. "Her name is Annalisa." He stared at the picture for a few seconds, deep in thought. "Do you want to watch me fuck her?" He continued nonchalantly. The words stuck in the thick air between them like an insect trapped in a spider web. He could not be serious. She sat up with a fire in her eyes that He had never seen before. "Fuck you!" The words came out so hastily that she did not even have time to think about the potential consequences for speaking them before she hit the floor. Taken aback by His willingness to hit a woman across the face, Elle lay at his feet, mouth hung open, completely stunned. A man had never struck her like that before. Wasn't there some kind of rule against that? In His world there were no rules when it came to three things: pain, pleasure, and discipline. He was the Master and she had infuriated Him with her shameless retort. She needed to be punished. He did not pity her, not in the least, as He watched her cringe at the touch of her own hand against her bruised cheek. He stood ominously over her pathetic, coiled body and watched her tremble like a leaf shaking in the violent wind's clutch. The left side of her face throbbed and felt hot to the touch. The soft skin below the corner of her lower lip was numb. Her tongue searched the area for any feeling, or even blood. She felt dizzy, but in a giddy way, like a child spinning carelessly on a tilt-a-whirl. Once the obnoxious ringing had subsided in her left ear she reluctantly glared up at her Master. A distorted shadow, reminding her of a Rorschach inkblot, enveloped His face. Its darkness masked his features well, but Elle was sure she could distinguish a series of pearls perfectly aligned across His face. Was He actually smiling? Her fury returned at the notion that she was simply there for His amusement. Suddenly a draft whisked through the room, carrying the shadow with it, revealing a face far more beautiful then any word was worthy of describing. His eyes were soft and reassuring. All of her fury vanished and she melted. She finally understood. The heat she felt in her face suddenly leaked down from her cheek, through her torso, and into the depths of her pelvis like sand through an hourglass. She felt moisture between her bare thighs, humid and sticky. It was not the only the pain from His strike that turned her on; it was also the meaning behind the pain. He had reprimanded her in the most socially unacceptable way, but now looking deeply into His trustworthy eyes she understood why He had done it. He wanted her to be His so much He was willing to discipline her in the most demeaning way possible in order to mold her into His perfect slave. The fact that He had to lay a hand on her in such a way reassured her that He would do whatever needed to be done to discipline, perfect and ultimately own her. This realization gave birth to a whole new devotion to Him. Her lower abdomen felt heavy, weighted down from the excruciating need for Him to fuck her. She wondered... how much longer would He make her wait? "Elle, I am going to ask you again. Do -you -want -to -watch -me -fuck -her?" She returned to her knees and looked Him dead in the eye. "Yes, Master." Her voice was steady and she was surprisingly self-assured. "Good pet." He stroked the back of her head. "Annalisa will be here tomorrow. I expect you to treat her with utmost respect and honor." He walked over to the buffet to fix Himself a drink; Scotch Whiskey aged over 15 years. She watched Him tip his head back and down the majority of the caramel liquid. Elle's mouth felt like cotton. She highly doubted He would waste His single malt scotch on her. And she was secretly grateful for that - she was not a fan of its smoky flavor - but she hoped He would fill a glass for her with water from the tap. She was aware that a proper slave never asks a Master for anything. She must be willing to wither away from dehydration for Him if this is what He wants. And she was willing to do anything for Him, so she remained silent and thirsty. He turned around to face her, replacing the glass on the buffet. "Would you like something to drink?" He asked. "Yes Master." Elle said coyly, licking her lips. He unzipped His pants and walked to her. "Take me in your mouth." His voice was deep and demanding. "All of me." "I...Uh..." Elle began, her mouth hung open in bewilderment. He pulled His cock out of His trousers and shoved it into her parted lips. He admirably watched as the gift He gave her slowly vanished into the welcoming cave of her mouth. God, He was so generous to her. She should feel lucky to be at the mercy of Him. Trying to show her gratitude towards him, Elle attempted to encase His entire beloved gift into her mouth. Unsuccessfully, she gagged. He was well endowed with a long and thick cock. She worried her gag reflex would cause her to vomit. She needed to concentrate. Steadily breathing through her nose she forced her throat to relax open and accept every bit of what He was offering her. Success. With as much suction as her lungs and jaw can withstand, she devoured Him. Taking Him in and out, in and then out again. Only stopping ever so often to allow her tongue to explore the contours of His balls. She fucked Him this way until her jaw started to cramp. At that point she pulled away and looked up at Him. Her eyes were dark and seeking his approval. A saliva/pre-cum mixture bridged her luscious lips to His even more luscious cock. She looked so perfect to Him, on her knees, feasting on Him. He wanted to get off and could wait no longer. He grabbed the back of her head and forcefully jammed Himself back into her mouth. Elle wasn't prepared for this and by pure accident her teeth slightly grazed the head of his cock. Holding her head steady, He pumped His hips vigorously back and forth. He stabbed the back of her throat in steady beats as she involuntarily swallowed Him deeper then she ever imagined possible. She gagged and spat and tried to contend with His grip on the back of her skull, but to no avail. She could feel him harden another degree against her inner cheek. She sensed He was about to cum. She knew what He would want her to do. Desperate to please Him, and even more desperate to taste Him, she opened her mouth wide for Him as He pulled out. Cock in hand, He rapidly pumped while aiming at her impatient mouth. With an archer's accuracy, His first ejection hit His target dead on. She gurgled. He grunted. The second and third spasms sent a series of arrows sailing through the air, landing in her hair and on her chin. Missing His target entirely, a glob of cum stuck to the wall behind her head, and another fell short and clung to the tip of her breast. None of it would go to waste. With His fingers He scooped His cum off her chin and painted her mouth with it. She licked His fingers and her own glossy lips clean. He cupped her full tit in His hand and raised it to her mouth. He watched His slave indulge herself on His appetizing fluids with an eager tongue, even licking His cum off of the wall. She ran her fingers through her hair until the tips got caught in a sticky tangle of strands. She brought a section of cum laced hair to her mouth and desperately sucked on it, but found herself dissatisfied when a hint of her perfumed shampoo melded with His saltiness. She wanted to taste only His savory flavor, nothing else. Her lips puckered into a pout when there was no more. Like a good slave, she had polished off every last drop. She looked up at Him lovingly. "Thank you Master." Elle Ch. 02 He ran his large hands across her pale naked thighs and caressed her skin before rising and leaving her in the chair. "Go and make us some tea Elle, whilst I clear up. I think we could do with a drink." He glanced back at her to check that she had understood his request. She nodded and rose from the chair, heading towards the concrete steps that would lead her out of the dungeon. As she walked past him, he grabbed her and pulled her into a brief but hungry kiss, his full soft lips momentarily exploring the salty taste of her skin. "I love you, Elle" he whispered. She hesitated, unusually caught off guard by the meaning of his words. The long hours of the night had just started, and yet her frustration transformed into the words he so desperately needed her to utter from the lips he had just kissed. He needed her to say it. She spoke softly, almost faintly, but unmistakably there. "I love you too, Master." Chapter Four Elle carefully made her way back down to the dungeon, her eyes slowly adjusting once again to the dim candle light. The cold stairs offered some relief to the heat of her naked body as the souls of her bare feet soundlessly negotiated each concrete step. Whilst in the kitchen preparing some hot sweet tea for both herself and her Master, she had taken the opportunity to splash some water on her face and relieve her stained skin of the saltiness that had accumulated from her earlier tears of fear, frustration and intense arousal. She caught her reflection in the mirror, and the girl that she saw there beckoned her further with soft whispers of malcontent and insecurities. She stared in rapt fascination as the girl on the other side spoke, though the words were more felt than heard, as if straddling the thin skeins of reality. Elle leaned in closer as she thought she could make out the words, straining her hearing and trying to still the obnoxiously loud sound of her own beating heart. She suddenly shook away what she thought was an illusion of the mind, and she saw a normal reflection before her eyes. She was calmer now, after coming to the realisation, even though her heart always knew it, that he would never have hurt her with the knife. But for a split second, as she was tied, blindfolded, gagged and suspended from the ceiling with the blade running across her skin, her fear and anxiety had overtaken her - and she had doubted him. That was a feeling that she just couldn't shake off. Even admitting it to herself cut her deeper than the knife ever could, though it was a blade that, much like a hook, once sunk in could not be removed without causing much more damage to the flesh it was lodged upon. Every passing day felt as though her doubt and denial surrounding her capabilities and submissiveness were like a shadowed hand twisting the handle further and further on her ribs, tearing sinew and splintering bone. It was indeed a canker upon her otherwise pure love and devotion for him. In his profession, his talents were evident, his unfaltering touch and the precision in which he manipulated the flat of the blade across her neck and breasts, laid testament to his ability. It was the ultimate test of her trust and surrender. He knew how petrified she was of sharp blades; he knew her past better than she, and he had used that to his full advantage. The thought of it made her shudder. He knew better than anyone how she had gotten the small scar on her right ankle; after all, he had been the one to patch her up on the very first day they met. He knew how she sometimes lay awake at night as he held her safely in his strong arms, stroking her hair in an attempt to sooth her, whilst the fear screamed through her subconscious. It was always in the dead of night when she remembered most clearly, still able to feel the heavy thickset body pressed firmly against her back, pinning her to the stone floor, the hot stale breath on her skin as she lay helpless, breathless, blood from the fresh wound pouring from her ankle and pooling by her feet. No fight left in her as she had struggled against the hulking mass of flesh that was pressed tightly against her slender frame. Her skirt had been thrust up around her waist, panties ripped aggressively from her body, her hips involuntarily pulled sharply backwards with a violent force as she was roughly and forcefully taken. She snapped herself out of her thoughts, not wanting to ruin this night with her memories and insecurities. He had worked so hard to bring her back to the confident woman she had been before the attack. He had allowed her to release her fears as only someone who truly loved her would ever do. He often sternly reminded her that she was his responsibility, her body and her mind were under his protection for all of eternity and not a single living soul would ever come between him and his duty to her. She was his, he owned every part of her and she knew that he was fully aware of the awesome responsibility. She physically shook the thoughts from her mind as she peeked into the mirror once again, staring at her naked body whilst waiting for the water to boil, running her hands over the fading welt marks left by his crop. Her mind started to wander back to its normal state of operation and she saw the marks on her tender flesh in the purity of their rightful significance - signs of his devotion. She barely resisted the temptation to dip her fingers between the shaved and soaking wet lips of her pussy. He had kept her on the brink of ecstasy all night and that was his pleasure. She knew what would happen if he caught her touching what was his, without his permission. Denying him the gratification of hearing her orgasmic screams , removing that control from him was a sure fire way of begging for a harsh punishment of a magnitude that she had thankfully yet to experience. **** She reached the bottom step and grasped the silver tray carefully in her hands as the two steaming hot mugs of tea balanced precariously under her shaky hold. She flicked her brown eyes up from under long lashes and saw that he had finished clearing away his toys and was sitting back comfortably in an overstuffed black leather chair. His legs were spread and bare feet firmly placed on the floor. He smiled and beckoned her towards him, rising and taking the tray from her hands, placing the mugs on the coffee table at the side of his chair. "Come sit, princess," he said softly as he guided her to the pillow that he had placed at his feet. As she sat on the plump red cushion, he wrapped his hand lovingly into her hair and pulled her a little closer, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. He passed her a mug of tea and sat watching as she sipped it, the smooth hot liquid caressing her throat as she fully relaxed her aching limbs. His blue-grey eyes were trained on her as he brought his own tea to his lips and took a long slow drink. He watched her intently, taking in every minor movement of her supple body which glowed with the warmth and beauty that radiated from the depths of her soul. At that one moment, he realised how much he truly needed her. He tore his glance from her and instinctively lowered his gaze to the white mark around the base of the finger on his left hand as he swallowed back the tears that began to burn in the back of his throat. She finished her tea and he held his hand out to take the mug and place it back on the silver tray. Her eyes caught a glimpse of something blue sitting on the table, slightly obscured from view. She looked at it curiously and as he moved the tray further back, his hand fell on the strap of the butterfly vibrator, bringing it into her line of sight. "Present" he said simply as he lifted the strap of the vibe between his fingers. She instantly responded to his soft command, rising to her knees, parting her legs and exposing the pale flesh of her inner thighs and gentle curves of her glistening pussy to his full view, keeping her head raised and eyes lowered as she straightened her posture, pushing out her breasts and placing her hands behind her back. He sat and looked at her for a few moments longer before leaning forward in his chair, the strap dangling between his fingers. He kissed her gently and pulled her hips towards him, skillfully attaching the straps to the top of her thighs and adjusting the small, highly powerful mould of the butterfly to nestle firmly on her highly sensitive clitoris. She moaned at the feel of the hard plastic pressed against her swollen nub and he chuckled softly. "It's not even turned on yet, Elle," he said with a hint of playfulness, and with that he flicked the speed to the lowest setting and laughed. "Then again... it is now." The steady thrum of the toy resonated in her ears, causing her to gasp gently as the vibrating toy triggered a familiar heat to steadily grow between her creamy thighs. He ran his hands over her body as he stood to loosen the belt on his jeans, slipping it from its loops and opening his fly. He held the belt in his strong hands for a moment as he looked at her, and then in one rapid movement he slipped it around her neck, finding the hole that he had made especially for her in the yielding leather and securing it against her pale skin. He slipped two fingers behind the leather make-shift collar to ensure it was not at all tight around her neck and then nodded his approval. She felt an ache deep inside her loins as she chanced a quick flicker of her eyes to look up at him as he stepped out of his pants, his hard cock freed from its denim confinement for the first time that night. He caught her watching him and shot her a quick look, his blue eyes full of warning. Whilst she was in the 'present' position, she was never permitted to look directly at him. He sat back down in his chair, now as naked as she was and finished drinking his tea as he continued to observe her. The soft vibrations of the butterfly were making her squirm as she tried desperately to remain as still as possible, knowing that she would not hold out for long under the sweet, torturous pleasure that was rippling through her body. After several long moments, he spoke to her in a gentle yet authoritative tone. "Elle," he said as he sat forward in his chair, "until I say otherwise, you are not to move your hands from behind your back, I do not wish to physically restrain you, and I know from experience how difficult this is for you. However, I also do not wish to punish you any more tonight, do you understand?" "Yes, Master" she replied without missing a beat. They both knew how hard this was for her, she needed to touch him. If she wasn't bound in cuffs or ropes, she ached to feel his skin under her fingertips, wrap her hand around his cock and scratch her nails across his back. He smiled, nodded, and then rose to his feet, standing directly before her, his cock throbbing inches from her semi-parted, waiting lips. A soft moan escaped her throat as the gentle vibrations continued to massage her clit. She clasped her hands firmly behind her back and straightened her posture, moving forward a little to feel his hardness briefly brush against her cheek. He stepped back. "Do you want something, my beautiful slut?" he playfully enquired as his hand reached out and gently grasped a handful of her long silky hair, which he held firmly in his grip. She shifted her position slightly, keeping her gaze averted from his. "Please, Master," she whispered. She knew if she wanted his cock, and oh God did she want it, she would have to beg for it. "Please, Master" she softly repeated. "Please what, Elle?" He moved an inch closer so his cock rested on the softness of her lips. "Please, Master, I so want to taste you... please, may I have permission to suck your cock?" She kept her pleading eyes lowered from his and gripped her hands tighter together behind her back. She thought that this was possibly the most intense ache she had ever felt in his presence. He had taken her above and beyond her capability and she knew that she couldn't physically endure much more tonight. She was desperate to have it inside her mouth, to hear him moan as she brought him ultimate pleasure. She needed it like she needed the air around her to survive, and it only made the ache between her loins all the more unbearable. He rubbed his shaft slowly over her lips and nodded, pleased with her response. "Open" he commanded in a quiet tone as she parted her lips and fought with herself not to run her hand along his thigh as he slowly pushed his rock-hard erection into her warm, inviting mouth. She closed her eyes and felt him enter her wet lips, inch by inch, until she closed them softly around his cock, hearing him emit a deep moan from within his chest. Flicking her eyes up into his, she caught his gaze, knowing that he loved to watch her face as she demonstrated one of her greatest skills. Gliding her lips over his incredibly hard shaft she could taste his saltiness as she swirled her tongue around his cock, needing to taste it all, the wetness between her own thighs and the ache inside her intensifying with each moan he gifted her with. He bent slightly and reached down, flicking the speed control of the vibe up another notch and she gasped as he straightened, plunging her head further forward, feeling his hands buried deeply in her hair, guiding her but allowing her natural desire to take the lead. She applied a little more pressure on his shaft with her lips and took him deeper still, feeling the tip of his cock brush the entrance of her throat and making her gag. She knew the reaction this would get and within an instant he tightened his hold on her head and pushed into her willing mouth, her gag reflex making him harder still as she opened her throat, feeling it spasm around him. "Fuck... Elle..." he moaned, his fingers tight on the back of her head. She watched his face as his eyes glazed over in ecstasy and knew that he was nearing the very brink of orgasmic satisfaction. "Christ..." he murmured as her lips slid harder and faster over his cock, battling to keep her hands firmly locked in place behind her back. The vibrations on her clit were driving her to distraction as she moaned and whimpered into his hardness, squirming in her position on her knees and sucking his throbbing shaft harder, her lips and tongue hungrily devouring every inch of him. He suddenly pulled her head back and she yelped in surprise, her mouth instantly empty of his shaft as she looked up at him. His eyes met hers and she saw the sheer lust burning within them as her own pleaded with him to give his cock back to her. "On your hands and knees, my slut," he commanded. Without warning he grasped the belt around her neck and flipped her over, momentarily knocking her off balance as she complied as quickly as she could. He pushed her head to the floor, repositioning her pillow so she could rest her face against it and lifted her hips towards him as he knelt behind her. Adjusting the vibe but keeping it in place against her clit, he gently placed the head of his cock against her aching, dripping pussy, pushing himself forward by the merest fraction so it barely rested inside her. "Is this what you need princess?" he said in a quiet, lustful tone. She squirmed and tried to push back against him, desperately trying to draw him inside of her, needing to feel his cock fill her completely. Every time she maneuvered herself against him, he pulled back very slightly, never allowing her what she needed until she uttered the words he wanted to hear from her lips. The vibe was sending her torturously close to orgasm; she was fighting with everything she had to prevent the waves of pleasure from overpowering the strength of her inner will. "Pleeeease, Master!" she cried out, again pushing her hips back against his groin. "Jesus... please fuck me, please fuck me..." her eyes were closed tight as she gripped the pillow in her hands. He reached forward and grabbed her hair, leaning over her to whisper in her ear. "Does my slut want to cum?" he teased as his tongue licked the top of her lobe. "Fuck yes! Oh, GOD! Yes....please, Master..." Her whole body was ravenous, aching to be taken, to be used in the way that only he knew how, thighs and hips quivering as she struggled to keep from pushing back onto his stiff manhood. He chuckled and suddenly thrust forward, plunging his cock into her, filling her as he pulled her head back by her hair, easily sliding all the way inside her, the smooth velvety walls of her pussy immediately contracting around his painfully hard shaft as she let out a long, low guttural groan. "Oh, FUCK!" She screamed as he pulled back and forcefully thrust inside her again, taking what was his. He reached under her and turned the vibe up another notch, the vibrations buzzing cruelly against her aching clit. "Please Master...." She whimpered as he fucked her, his hands gliding over the round globes of her ass. He took hold of her hips and thrust into her over and over and over again, a steady beat punctuated by her cries which resounded and echoed against the walls of the dungeon. "PLEASE!" She screamed in sheer frustration, her breath catching in her throat as her heart pounded from deep within her chest almost deafening her as she heard it thudding in her ears. "I can't... I can't hold on... please Master; let... me... cum..." She barely finished her pleas as she pushed hard back against his groin, his cock nudging her cervix as her hips were thrusting in perfect rhythm with his. After several long painfully torturous moments, she heard him growl his permission as his hard cock made one more thrust into her slippery wanting pussy. "Cum, Elle...cum for me, give yourself to me Elle... cum now!" Her hands gripped the pillow as she finally released, her body caught alight and shook with the sheer fiery force of her pent up frustration. Orgasmic waves of undiluted rapture coursing through every fibre of her being, every single muscle within her aching body contracted as she cried out for him, her climax tearing through her and pushing her deep into subspace. Her back arched and she bit hard on her lower lip, tasting her own blood as the second wave crashed around her and thrust her forward into her own universe, a hypnotic abyss where nothing else existed but the pleasure he had unleashed on her, taking her higher and higher. She held her breath, her body tightening as she came, almost unaware of her surroundings as she suddenly felt him slam into her one final time, groaning loudly, barely hearing him call her name as he filled her with his seed, a mix of their juices flooding her pale silky thighs. She couldn't breathe. She was gasping. The tears once again were falling from her glassy eyes, her head pounding, her lungs burning as she gulped in an attempt to capture much needed oxygen from the air around them. She felt nauseous. Her head was spinning as she struggled to push herself upwards. "Elle!" he shouted in panic. "Elle, damn it...breathe!" He pulled sharply from her body, leaving her empty as he flipped her over and dragged her roughly into a sitting position, forcing her head down, hurriedly removing the vibe from her clit. "Breathe, Elle" he said again in a calmer tone, lowering himself to his haunches and cupping her face in his hands. She caught her breath with a loud gasp and looked at him, startled and confused. "It's okay, princess," he soothed. His eyes filled with momentary concern as she reached for him. He laid her head against his chest and wrapped his arms around her. She felt her body start to relax against him, hearing his heart pound in his chest, reality setting in as she drifted down from the depths of subspace. Elle Ch. 02 "It's over now," he whispered softly in her ear "enough for tonight." "I love you, Elle." She didn't respond. Elle Ch. 03 Chapter Five Elle stood in the open doorway and leaned against the wooden frame, listening to the soft whispers of his voice as he spoke on his cell phone. She had rested well from their intense scene of the previous day, although her marked body still ached and her mind was suffering the emotional whiplash that many within their circle referred to as 'subdrop'. She had relinquished her soul to him during that time in the dungeon, and had allowed him access to parts of her psyche that demanded total trust and absolute reliance. She knew it was her last opportunity to do so, and she had offered herself willingly. Although she worshipped him with her very soul, Elle was an intelligent and sensitive creature, she knew the ramifications of her undiluted submission and the time was coming where dissolution would be the only way forward. In her highly emotional state, it was hammered home as she listened to his call. "Look", he said, with a hint of frustration. "I'll be there in just a few days and we'll discuss it then". His tone was sharp and he rolled his eyes, trying not to be pulled into an argument with the caller. "Just give the boy a hug for me please" he continued, pausing briefly to listen to the reply. "Yes, I know...as I said, by the end of the week I'll be there.... okay... I have to go.... yes, yes, you too." He finished his call and threw the cell with a little more violence than necessary onto the soft leather chair in the living room, emitting a slight growl as he turned to the doorway and smiled. "Did you sleep well princess?" he said, taking a step towards her. She nodded but remained still. Reaching her with two long strides he raised his hand and gently caressed her face, sensing her unrest. "Elle..." He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak just as she raised her finger to his lips. She said nothing, for fear that if she did, she would beg him to stay, beg him to turn his back on the rest of world and just stay with her, locked in their own private space, never to be disturbed by the unruly outside influences of reality. He took her hand and removed her finger from his lips. "We have to discuss it Elle, I know you don't want to, but we have to... it has to be said". He led her to the sofa and sat her down, taking extra care to ensure her bottom and the backs of her legs rested comfortably against the leather. He had soothed her with calming natural lotions after their scene, but he knew her pale sensitive skin would still be flushed with angry red marks where his crop had bitten into her flesh. He smoothed her hair with his fingers, delicately brushing it from her watering brown eyes. "I'm so sorry" he stated, with more emotion in his voice than he intended "but we knew this was going to happen, it was only a matter of time, I'm such a fool Elle... I should never have..." "Fallen in love with me..." she said simply. "Yes...I didn't mean to Elle. We didn't mean to. But we did, and now the time has come..." he could hardly bring himself to say the words. "I have to go back, my time here has ended, my exams are finished, and there is no other choice". "There is always a choice, Sir" she said with a slight hint of bitterness in her voice. "No Elle, not this time, please don't...but maybe..." "Please don't, what? Maybe what?" she snapped, interrupting him without thought for recourse. "Please don't ask you to stay? Please don't ask you to leave your wife and son for the one woman in your entire life who you have ever truly loved...maybe there will be a way? Maybe we can remain friends?" She shook with involuntary anger. She knew that this day would come, but she had always subconsciously expected him to remain in Detroit, with her, once his exams were over, especially as the hospital had offered him a permanent position as a staff surgeon. He had turned them down, in favour of a post in his home town, some three thousand miles away. "Do not speak to me like that Elle, remember your manners" he gently responded, allowing her grace for her emotional state of mind. "Do you want me to beg my release Sir" she retorted, totally ignoring him "is that what you want?" "Elle, you know the answer to that" he said, trying to hold his patience with her. Her hand flew to her throat and tugged on the silver choker that was locked in place around neck. It had been there for a little over two years, and was her most treasured possession. The thought of being without it symbolised being without him. He grabbed her hand and firmly brought it back to her side. "Elle, calm down, right now" he warned, his patience wearing thin, "I know that this is my fault, and I accept full responsibility for this situation, I assure you." He took a breath and continued "you are mine Elle, my responsibility, and my submissive. Mine to protect physically, emotionally and in all other ways, do you understand that?" She nodded but couldn't comprehend his words, if she was his, then why was he leaving her? "I love you Elle, Jesus... you have no idea how much I love you, how much you complete my life. I have never felt like this for any other woman, you have to trust in that. These last few years have been like some beautiful dance and only you know the next steps". He blinked back his own tears as he stared at her lovely face, her eyes full of anger and sadness. "She can't do that for me, she has never been able to, and yes, you know I do love her in a totally different way, she is the mother of my son, if I don't go back Elle..." He stumbled over his own words, realising the enormity of the sacrifice he had forced upon the only woman that he truly did adore. He couldn't bear it, the thought of leaving her behind as a martyr for his cause. He had always been honest with her. She knew the full situation of his personal circumstances, almost from those first few words that were exchanged between them. He had never intended to actually fall for her, but she was so beautiful, so stubborn, so independent and he could see the damage behind her large sorrowful eyes. He had wanted her immediately, recognising the signs of a natural submissive that hid behind the strength of her femininity. He vividly remembered the day that she had agreed to become his, the feeling that swelled in his chest as he locked the choker in place around her slender neck, on bended knee. What the hell did he think he was doing? Following his heart, living for the moment, only to cause her such pain with his inevitable departure. This was never just an affair to him. Even on the occasions where he had returned home for brief periods, to see his son, realising during those short trips how much he was growing up and how soon his small boy wouldn't even recognise his own father. The child that he simply would not leave behind. Elle rose from the sofa, tears streaming down her face, unable to look at him for a moment longer. He reached for her and tugged her back to him but she physically resisted and stared in defiance at his shocked expression. She rarely disobeyed him, more because she hated to see his look of disappointment. Her sole purpose was to please him, fulfill him, and serve him, as that was the one thing that made her whole, it was what had been missing for her entire adult life until the day she had met him. She had found her soul mate, and he had found his. Only fate had a different ending and that was the irony of life. "Sit down Elle," he warned as he firmly took hold of her arm. She just stared at him and remained disobedient. "Elle, please, not today, don't...." He almost pleaded with her not to push him any further; he didn't want their parting words to be that of punishment and anger. "Please, princess..." Her mind was racing as she remained standing, pushing and testing his limits beyond any action she had ever taken before, almost begging for punishment with her sheer insolence. If he wanted her, he would have to force her, her emotions and the strength of her independence had taken a firm hold, one that she had not felt since before they met. He used to love that about her, and she wanted to see how far she could test his patience before his natural dominance and the nature of their dynamic took over this situation. She needed him to still care enough, she desperately wanted to push his levels of tolerance further than she ever had before, so he could prove to her that she was still his, that she would always be his, even with the vast distance that would soon force them apart. She stared with tear-filled eyes as she pulled away from him, and turned her back, walking slowly and purposefully towards the door. "Enough!" he shouted, raising quickly to his feet and reaching her with two long strides. She turned to face him and immediately lowered her gaze at the sight of the anger flashing behind eyes of blue steel. "Unless you beg your release Elle right now, you are still my submissive and I will not have you behaving like a brat!" He took her arm and firmly marched her to the corner of the room, spinning her around to face the wall and in a swift movement, before she had even realised what he was doing, he held both of her slender wrists with one strong hand and cuffed them behind her back. "Kneel" he said firmly, his impatience evident. She knew he was angry, and she dare not push him any further. She immediately dropped to her knees, her nose just inches from the wall, her face streaked with hot salty tears. She tried to conjure a moment of hatred towards him but she simply couldn't. Even though he was about to walk away from her, after everything they had been through together, she had been expecting it, ever since that first day. She understood. She understood completely and she hated herself for the way she was behaving towards him but she hated herself even more for her understanding and tolerance of this whole ridiculous situation. Why had she ever fallen in love with him, why hadn't she been sensible enough to just train under his guidance, and allow his use of her body for purely physical purposes. Why hadn't she just used him for sex? She was seething, angry at him and angry at herself. Her heart was breaking in half and she vowed at that moment, as she knelt in subservience, facing the wall of his living room, that after he had gone, she would lock up her heart in a steel cage and never grant access to another single soul. He left her there as he strode out of the room. He would not punish her further, especially whilst the anger coursed through him. He never punished her in anger. He believed that the men who claimed themselves to be dominant, as part of the BDSM lifestyle, who then caused harm in anger to those under their protection, were nothing more than abusers and bullies. He would rather cause harm to himself than ever hurt her through anger. He was not a sadist, he did not receive pleasure from her anguish, but she was still his submissive and her disrespect was unacceptable, even if it was spurned by her raw passion, ultimately borne of her love for him. He left her to stew for ten minutes, although it felt much longer to them both, before he returned to the room and quietly moved behind her, gently hooking his hands under her arms and lifting her, until she silently stood, her head bowed. "I'm sorry Master" she quietly whispered, still swallowing back the tears. "I know Elle." He lifted his hand to her hair, moving the long silky strands gently away from the back of her neck as he bent to kiss the bare patch of skin it revealed. His lips moved slowly over her left shoulder. "I'm sorry too, please believe that I love you, sometimes it's all I have Elle". His lips trailed back up from the base of her neck and reached the top of her ear as he moved closer to her, pressing lightly against her back, her hands still cuffed and resting lightly against his groin. She could feel his hot breath on her skin, his cock growing hard beneath the material of his jeans as she closed her eyes and allowed the feeling to wash over her, even if it would only be for one last time. He whispered hotly into her ear "you're mine Elle, you'll always be mine." He pressed her tightly against the wall, her face turned to the side as she felt herself drowning in his words. "Jesus, you're so beautiful" he continued, his hands lifting her pink blouse and roaming the warm flesh underneath. "So beautiful, you've no idea, do you..." His fingers worked quickly on the buttons of her blouse, pulling them open and slowly removing the thin material from her long slender arms, letting it fall until it rested on her cuffed wrists. The purple half-cupped bra framed her small full breasts perfectly as he allowed his hands to wander over them, each breast filling the palms of his hands, his lips remained millimeters from her ear. She could literally feel his lust through the steady strong beat of his heart that pounded against her back. His hands slid gracefully from her breasts and down over her ribs, gliding low over her stomach, his fingers finding the buttons of her jeans and literally ripping them open. She groaned deeply, unable to resist his desires, yet battling with herself, consciously attempting to keep her mind in check, knowing that her heart would break into a million pieces when this was over. But she couldn't help but get drawn in by him, she so adored everything about him, and was prepared to let him go without fight, because he needed to, and she loved him enough to never stand in his way. She remained perfectly still, her wrists straining slightly against the metal cuffs as she felt his hand lower into the elastic of her purple lace boy shorts and gently slide over the smooth mound of her moistening pussy. He moaned into her ear as his fingers slid through her glistening lips and pushed very slightly inside her. "Mmm, I so love to feel you like this" he whispered, "It makes me want to spank you Elle." She could hear his devious grin. "In fact, that's exactly what I want to do" he said, his voice thick with lust. He withdrew his fingers from her and she groaned as he quickly spun her to face him and pushed her hard against the wall, his body pinning her in place, his lips instantly finding hers and pressing down hungrily, kissing her with more passion than he had ever felt before. His tongue slid between her teeth as she cheekily caught it, biting down gently on the warm muscle and grinning up at him. The smile spread to his eyes as she released his tongue and met it with her own. "Oh, that so deserves a spanking" he said with mock annoyance and swiftly picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She squealed, her hands still cuffed behind her back as she wriggled over his shoulder, his hand rapidly connecting with her ass, still barely covered with her jeans. Slap! She yelped in surprise as he sat heavily on the sofa and positioned her over his knee, holding her down with one hand as the other pulled down her jeans, closely followed by her shorts as she lay cuffed and helpless across his lap. Even though he was half playing with her, the joviality of his actions didn't detract from her vulnerability. The innocence of such an intelligent creature had always been a part of his constant attraction to her. Seeing her now, helpless and vulnerable and yet so willing, made his heart ache and loins yearn to take her. He smoothed his palm over her naked bottom. "God, that's delicious Elle," he whispered as he drew back his hand and brought it down on her flesh with a mellow smack. She moaned and squirmed on his lap, unable to move as he pinned her into position. He ran his hand over her thigh and gently lifted her left leg towards him, fully exposing her as the jeans that were at her knees strained with the movement, incapacitating her further. His fingers trailed back over her thigh and found the spot he was looking for, the dimpled patch of skin at the very top of her inner thigh, just barely under her damp pussy. His other hand lowered itself to the small of her back; he had her in the perfect place, draped like a rag doll over his knee, totally under his control. His hand suddenly came down on her ass with a firmer smack and she cried out in pleasure and submission, feeling the red glow that started to blush through her body. His fingers smoothed over the mark before briefly dipping into her wetness. She moaned deeply, already feeling the desire burning through her and threatening to explode. He probed through her wet lips and silently found her clitoris, rubbing it in small firm circles as she writhed on his lap. He raised his hand again and brought it down hard on her firm flesh, over and over. Slap! Slap! Slap! Spanking her, for the sheer pleasure that he knew it brought them both as his cock strained against the fabric of his pants. She murmured quietly "please Sir..." as she felt his hand redden her tender bottom, breathing heavily. Ignoring her pleas, he released her from his grip and pulled her upright, ripping her jeans from her legs and swinging her over his thighs as he turned her to face him. He remained silent as he wrapped a strong hand firmly in her hair, tugging her head back and biting down on her neck, as she writhed in ecstasy on his lap, her desperation fuelling his intense passion. He pulled back from her and pushed her towards his knees as his hand found the buttons of his own jeans and opened the fly, reaching inside for his rock-hard cock. Pulling her firmly and silently towards him, he knocked her thighs further apart, her hands still cuffed and locked in place behind her back as she squirmed into position, moaning loudly as she found his erect shaft so close to her opening. He nodded his permission as she lowered herself slowly onto him, arching her back as her hair fell into his lap. "Ohmygod, ohmygod" she whimpered as she started to ride him, squeezing his cock deeply inside her, the sheer pleasure erupting within her. "Fuck me Elle" he moaned, fixing his intense gaze on her beautiful face before lowering it over her breasts, watching them rise and fall with each breath she took. She engulfed him with her wetness, her pussy gripping him firmly, the warm muscles gently spasming around his cock as he met her rocking movements with his own thrusts. "Please Sir" she repeated, begging him with her eyes to allow her the release she desperately needed. "Cum Elle" he murmured, barely able to hold back his own orgasm as she rode him expertly, her long supple thighs gripping his as she leaned forward, her head buried in his neck, kissing, biting and sucking on his salty skin as her body erupted in feminine bliss, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her soul as her orgasm took it's hold. He felt the warm walls of her pussy grip his cock tightly, spasming around him as her sweet groans invaded his ear. He gripped her tightly, wrapping his arms around her in a strong hold as he thrust up inside her for the final time, a deep growl escaping his lips as his cock erupted within the confines of her womb. "Sweet Jesus" he whispered breathlessly as he held her exhausted body against his chest, his hand buried deeply in her hair as the tears silently fell down his cheeks. "I love you" he whispered, unable to keep his voice from cracking. "I love you too Master." There they sat, for over an hour as the tears freely fell, neither one wanting to let go of the other, their souls entwined for all eternity. Chapter Six Elle sat at her desk, the bottoms of her black silk pyjamas hanging over the chair as she tucked her legs under her body. She stared at the screen for a few moments longer as her hand slid the brush through her long silky hair. Elle Ch. 03 Satisfied that her long locks would shine through the sheer effort of brushing alone, she clicked open her inbox and smiled sadly at the email that flashed up on the screen. Shifting to a more comfortable position, she opened it and mouthed the words silently to herself as she read: elle I'm still at work, so I can't write a lot. I really need to stay in check right now, because I need my head to be clear should something serious come in, and I need to be able to concentrate. But I do need to tell you how things are with me and the emotions that constantly hit me like a sledgehammer, each and every day that we're apart. I feel like I'm caught up in some tragic romantic tale like Romeo and Juliet, or some other medieval romance, where two people are deeply and madly in love with each other, but can't be together, for whatever reason. But those tales usually end up quite fucking sad, don't they, and I don't want this one to do that. I am fully responsible for everything, because I made a vow to a woman who is my wife that I would be loyal to her, and I broke that vow. And that is really what started the ball rolling, wasn't it? So don't you ever be sorry for anything. Christ. I was always so flippant about following my heart and emotions, and prided myself on it, and now what has brought me so far in some areas of my life, has turned on me like a boomerang and cut me to shreds. I'm so sorry elle. Jesus, if you only knew how much I love you and how sorry I am for this fucking horrible situation I've created. It seems I breed death, a near fatal icy touch for anyone that gets close enough to open their heart to me. I remember when I went through such a horrible divorce in med school. I vowed I would never love again. I remember very clearly now why I made that vow. Good thing I'm shit for keeping my word, eh? But you so deserve happiness, and someone who can give that to you, elle. I want you to be happy, that's all. I want you to have a wonderful life, every blessed thing that life and this universe has to offer, you deserve it and I wish it upon you with all my heart. Don't forget what a truly powerful woman you really are, with so much undiscovered spiritual and metaphysical potential, it's scary. Go get what you deserve. And know that my heart is with you 'til the end of time. And no, this isn't a goodbye letter, so let the pretty little head of yours go back to worrying about work and such. I love you, my beautiful princess, so so much. 'til soon Sir XOXO The tears fell on her desk as she read the words. He had been home for a month and they had kept in constant contact since the day he left. She hadn't begged him to stay, but she wept unashamedly as she let him walk away from her. She knew that he had no choice left to make. She sat for a few minutes longer before she carefully typed her reply: Sir You know very recently i have started to write again. One day during last week, i just sat here and wrote for hours, then i read it, edited it and wrote again, the words flowed for the first time in years and i found myself writing the first chapters of a book, with a lot more to come. If i can dig deep and continue to feed on the inspiration that you have provided me with, i will continue to write more. i actually initially meant it for submission to an erotic stories website, with one scene we shared in particular fuelling the motivation for it, but now i'm not so sure, i think i will just continue to write and see what happens. We met too late, by about 6 years, but i never ever regret meeting you. i still remember what you said to me, those first words. i liked you from that moment on, especially when you then started making excuses to see me. If i knew then how incredibly important you would be to my life, how much i would love you, how much i would give to you and you to me, how you would change me forever, the only thing i would change is, i would have told you i loved you every single day we were together and every single day since we've parted and i wouldn't have taken a single moment of the time we spent together for granted. i know you are down, and i know you are hurt, but don't ever think you breed anything that is near fatal to anyone. You are one of the most amazing people i have ever met, so very strong, determined, sensitive, highly mentally and emotionally intelligent with an innate ability to see things as they should be seen. Anyone that is touched by you is better for it, you have the ability to change lives and those that are loved by you are stronger in every way because of it. You were born into your profession because of your ability to analyse, care and love so deeply. There is nothing left to say, that hasn't already been said. Maybe, one day, our time will come, or maybe it has already been. Either which way, i love you Sir, i will always love you. No goodbyes, never goodbye. Just 'til soon, 'til the end of days. elle xox She dried her tears on the back of her hand and clicked the "send" button. Slowly reaching for her jewelry box, she flipped the lid and stared at the small silver key that he had given to her on the day he departed. He couldn't bear to have done it himself, and told her that she would know when the time was right. He would understand. She stared in the mirror at her own teary reflection as she lifted the key to her neck and slipped it inside the small lock on her silver choker. With a slight turn, the lock slid open and the choker slipped easily from her neck, leaving her bare skinned for the first time in two years, two of the best years of her life. She gathered the choker in her hand, quietly closed her laptop and padded across the soft carpet, pulling back the quilt as she slipped into bed. With her collar removed, she closed her eyes, and pictured him, smiling, standing before her as she gazed back into the blue pools of his magnetic eyes.