0 comments/ 18609 views/ 7 favorites His Mark By: kyrie1595 The relentless buzzing between her widely bound thighs was torturous. The magic wand was affixed against her throbbing clit, but the pressure was light, only allowing her to stay on the very edge of release. her muscles tightened and relaxed, rippling under the soft flesh of her arms and back, as she pulled against the leather that bound her wrists above her head. her hips tried desperately to move deeper against the tormenting device, but were locked in place by thick unyielding leather and the unforgiving table edge. she tried to push up onto the balls of her feet only to discover her lower back was equally held into place and her thighs fully controlled by leather straps trapping them to the legs of the table. A whimper filled with frustration, need and desire resounded in her throat, muted by the rubber filling her mouth. Each shaky inhale, filled with the intoxicating scent of rich leather, pushed her breasts and taunt aching nipples deeper against the leather bound tabletop, reminding her of her equally inescapable state. she could feel her juices welling and moving slickly over the bulbous head of the magic wand filling the room with her unique scent. she imagined what she must look like, her ass and glistening sex open and vulnerable to anything He wished to do, her body trembling with lusty heated need and her willingness to be in this position. she could feel His presence close to the table's edge, His watchful eyes taking in her bound form. A shiver swam her spine and settled electrically in her core driving her lustful wantonness higher. A smile played at His lips as He drank in His bound and helpless pet, watching as her muscles trembled beneath her soft flesh while the wand worked its magic. her stormy eyes were dark and clouded as she rolled them upward to His face as He leaned close and whispered hotly against her ear, "it's almost time pet." The sound of His voice, His undeniable scent and the soft caress of His breath setting fires against her already heated flesh. A moan poured from her throat bordering on a growl, as the frustration build to an almost unbearable pinnacle. she saw the smile on His face grow with sinful wickedness as her moaning growl met His ears. she pulled and bucked against her tight bonds once again, desperate to relieve the overwhelming pressure boiling in her core, to no avail. she was unmistakably trapped, well within His control and relishing each delicious torment. she watched Him move out of her line of vision only to feel a sharp smack to her exposed ass causing intense whorish moans to pour from her throat while His handprint burned in stark contrast to the creamy flesh and caused her cunt to twitch. His smile grew in intensity at her moans, the sound of flesh meeting flesh and the thought of how His permanent mark will look emblazoned onto her flesh. she felt Him move on to the fire that held the metal and His mark. she turned her head against the table, her eyes widening as uncontrollable fear loomed once more within her. He pulled on a thick glove and pulled the heated handle from the embers to reveal the white glow of His mark. He saw the fear in her eyes just as He brought the brand free of the heat. her eyes flashed from the searing metal to His face, noticing the slight frown as He studied the glowing letters, unsatisfied with it He plunged it back into the hungry embers and pulled the glove off placing it back where He found it. Stepping close to her once again He whispered low and husky against her ear, "a few minutes more pet then it will be ready. Are you ready to receive My mark pet?" A long low whimper filled with desire and laced lightly with the fear He saw in her eyes, resounded in the air in answer to His question. The saliva that had built in her mouth seeped out around the ball, coating her cheek wetly as she nodded. Hearing her whimper and noting the nod of her head He knew deep down she hungered to bear His mark, yes she was afraid, but she also needed this as much as He needed to mark her. He smiled and ran His hand over her back gently feeling her muscles trembling beneath His fingertips and palm, whispering words of encouragement deliciously in her ear, easing her fears. He knew this was not easy for her and had incorporated the magic wand to temper her fear and build her lusty passion so when He placed the fiery brand to her flesh she would feel the exquisite mix of pleasure and pain. He was proud that she had grown to discover that receiving His brand was no longer a limit for her and knew she would wear His mark with pride and honor. she relaxed under His attentions and encouraging whispers. her whimpers and moans, no longer bearing a hint of the fear, filled the room as her core continued to boil. she was so very close. All she needed was His approval and she'd willingly fall into the pleasurable abyss, but His instructions were clear and tumbled in her hazy mind as relentlessly as the wand buzzed at her throbbing clit. He saw her relax, her mind once more focused on the torment between her widely bound thighs. He moved to the fire, slipping on the glove and pulled the glowing metal from the heat. He glanced to her seeing that her lusty eyes were upon Him but the fear she exhibited before was nowhere to be seen and the whorish moans that met His ears were a clear indication that she was ready. Easy strides brought Him to her once more, the fire illuminating the sheen of sweat over her body, His free hand reaching out and lightly traveling from her shoulders down to the swell of her tempting ass. He hooked a nearby low stool with the toe of His boot and brought it close with a scraping sound. He felt her tense briefly beneath His hand as the sound found its way to her ears. Bringing His hand lower over the left cheek of her ass as He settled Himself on the hard wood seat, His eyes were met with her swollen pussy and trickling wetness. His inhales heavily laden with her lusty scent. Lowering His hand further His strong fingers finding the handle of the wand, slick with her essence, and grasping it firmly. she whimpered and moaned through the waves of buzzing torment, so close, so very close. she wasn't sure if she could hold back the torrent that burned within her much longer and sensed that He knew that as He retrieved the glowing metal from the feeding fire. she almost exploded as His hand touched her sweat slick flesh, sending her further along the edge she'd been riding for so long now. The scraping stool registered in her lust-clouded mind and she couldn't control the brief tensing in her body. her saliva continued to coat her cheek as it spilled out around the invading ball making it difficult for her to swallow but still allowing for her heated moans to pour out and fill the room with the sounds of her wantonness. she knew He sat on the stool, knew what filled His vision, knew that each breath He took was flooded with her scent and knowing only drove her into an even higher lusty state. she felt His hand leave her overheated body, felt the slightest pressure on the wand as He grasped the handle and one thought reverberated in her mind...it was time. He watched her intently while holding the handle and feeling the relentless buzzing against His palm, listened as she moaned and whimpered around the gag. His eyes shifted to the hot metal in His other hand and slowly brought it close to the soft flesh high on her inner thigh, readying the mark to be placed. He had little doubt that she could feel the heat close so her and knew that at any moment He would sear her with it. she felt His gaze upon her briefly, then the heat, only inches away from her tender flesh. she could sense His patience but also His urgency to lay His burning mark upon her, to claim her, to make her completely His but even those thoughts became rapidly lost in her lust-clouded mind. her own senses were overloaded and she reveled in the electric state. He took a firmer grip on the buzzing handle, then without warning pushed it up, deeper against her throbbing clit while saying loudly, "Cum pet, cum hard and long!" He knew she wouldn't be able to keep the orgasm from peaking and breaking within her and was rewarded with her pleasurable screams from behind the ball, her pussy thoroughly coating His hand as her body lost control. He watched her, waiting for her to reach the height of pleasure and as she did, He pressed the searing hot brand to her flesh silently counting the seconds in His mind. she was lost in a sea of lust when He suddenly pushed the bulbous head of the wand hard against her aching needy clit, coupled with His approval she allowed the sea to consume her completely. Falling eagerly into the blackness of pure pleasure, riding the waves that crest and broke through her bound form, then...pain...intense searing pain blending with the pleasure, ripping husky screams from her dry tortured throat while she pulled vainly at the leather encircling her wrists. He held the brand against her and counted out 10 seconds, then tossed it away with a clattering sound across the floor. His eyes gleamed with pride as He looked upon the swollen angry flesh in the shape of His initials. He tore His eyes from His mark to her once again. her body was tense as she continued to orgasm and mentally come to terms with the pain He'd just inflicted upon her, the sounds pouring from her throat were like music to His ears. He pressed the wand harder against her moving it along her slick weeping cunt and hypersensitive clit as He pushed her into orgasmic bliss repeatedly, letting the pleasure override the pain. His cock strained against the heavy denim wanting to feel pleasurable release but He blocked that from His mind, indeed He wanted to fuck her, but also wanted to be there for her to let her know how proud and honored He was that she now bore His mark. her mind was a blur of pleasure and pain. she couldn't process it and simply devoured both sensations and marveled at the intensity. she knew she couldn't do this again, but having both sensations so blindly assaulting her was something she'd not soon forget, nor would she forget when she saw, and felt His mark now permanently burned into her flesh. she didn't feel the brand leave her body, didn't hear it clatter across the floor, she did however feel Him move the wand deeper pushing her into orgasm after orgasm, pleasure filling her to overflowing. He released the wand letting it fall back to its former position. He knew in her state of continual orgasms it wouldn't have to be pressed as firmly to her and still cause her to cum. He wanted her to cum for a long while yet. He wanted her tired and worn out, so she would be able to rest and not dwell on the pain. He rose and collected the anti-bacterial ointment, sterile dressing and surgical tape and sat back down. His eyes roamed over the dark red flesh as He removed the cap from the ointment and squeezed a moderate amount to His fingertips then carefully applied it to His trembling pet and swollen hot flesh, listening for any sounds of serious discomfort from her. Smiling as her screams melted into intense moans and whimpers, He reluctantly covered the bright flesh with the dressing firmly attaching it with the tape. The aftercare of such a wondrous mark was of great importance. He didn't want His pet getting an infection or His mark to be marred by some unforeseen event before it had the chance to heal properly. Once that was done and He was satisfied with the work, He reached over and flicked the wand off, His eyes roaming her quivering body, drinking in the sight of His spent slut. she wasn't aware of His attentions to the fiery brand, didn't know He'd applied the ointment or dressed it, she was lost in oblivion. she wasn't even consciously aware that He'd turned the wand off. her entire body ached inside and out, her muscles twitched uncontrollably and whimpers moved in her throat. All she really knew was that she's found heaven so many times she'd lost count as she lay across the table in the pool of sweat, saliva and tears. He rose once again, pushing the stool out of the way, and moved around the table to her bound wrists. Whispering softly not sure she'd even hear Him, "pet, I'm unbinding you now but I want you to stay still, let your muscles remember their purpose." He worked the leather carefully and released her wrists then He unbuckled the ball gag and gently pulled it free. He made His way down her prone glistening form and unbuckled the strap at her lower back, then the straps binding her thighs. He knew she wouldn't be able to stand, not with her muscles twitching as they were. she was sight...sweaty, flushed, exhausted and glowing. He gathered her in His strong arms, listening to her soft whimpers and purrs, holding her to Him and in His silent embrace letting her know He was there and oh so proud of her. His Mark The moon was round and bright through the trees, the sky a deep blue velvet drape speckled with stars. The gentle wind kissed her bare skin, and the earth was soft beneath her. Her hair, a glorious bounty the colour of wheat, spread around her head like a halo of sunlight. She waited patiently on the ground where she lay, waited for the rite to begin, for the coven to gather, and considered the stars above her. They crept from the shadows of the woods, hunched over, covered in black robes, their eyes shining red from beneath their heavy hoods. But she was unafraid. Part of her knew what was to happen, part of her knew, and yet she lay, calm and docile on her bed of earth. She didn't turn to look at the coven as they formed a semi-circle around her, wasn't interested in who they were behind their masks of shadows. She waited for Him. The coven began to chant, filling the air with their words, gesturing widely with their arms. Their robes flapped in the breeze, their voices rose as they felt their power grow. She lay on the floor, eyes as ancient as the earth staring up at the sky from which He was born, silently laughing at the people gathered around her. They were sheep, she thought, no better than the sacrifices that He demanded. They were unworthy of His power, of His attention. She was the youngest there and she could already feel the steady pulse of her power as it thrummed through her blood, and it was legions ahead of theirs. She was unmoved, unaffected, by the pitiful calling of her coven. If they knew, they would beat her; and the innocent part of her cringed at the thought. But He would forbid it, she knew; when He arrived and saw her, sensed what she was capable of, He would carry her from this place, from this coven, and place her in His council. She had only to wait. She knew the moment He arrived. The coven carried on their chanting, circling and winding around each other, voices raised and breathless. She felt Him, her skin tightening as she sensed His presence. Knowing that it was not her place to look for Him, she kept her gaze on the skies, searching for the brightest star. When He stood above her, she trembled at the power she felt rolling from Him. The coven stopped suddenly; turned to face Him and, kneeling, bowed their heads. Stepping around her, He went to receive his homage, kissed by each of the coven in turn. She waited, still staring at the skies, but her eyes were blind. Her hands, small and pale against the ground, clenched into delicate fists and her toes curled into the dirt. He stood above her now, staring down at her, but she didn't dare to return the gaze. He was a God, she knew, and as such she would have to wait to be given permission. She would receive it, she swore to herself, and started to count the stars. He stepped around her again, turning to face the coven with her laid out between them. Her mother stepped forward from the semi-circle that they had formed, and gave her speech, in which she presented her daughter to Him. He knelt and the coven held its breath. With His left hand He lifted her head, turning her to look at Him. Her breath caught, held, as she stared into the eyes behind his mask. She felt His smile when she was asked for her name. She gave it, voice unsteady when lust leapt into her. Sharp like teeth and claws, she thought mindlessly, and He bent to kiss her. His right hand roamed down her body; plundered the slick virgin folds of her femininity. Her skin quivered and went damp beneath the night sky. The coven stood; watchful, waiting, but she didn't see them. Couldn't, as He blinded her with passion. His kiss was fire; ravenous, consuming. When He shifted, spread her thighs, her breath sobbed out, her eyes rolled back, and her hands lifted to His shoulders. Surrender and possession. The emotions twined around them bound them together, tightened when He plunged into her. She almost babbled, would be pleased later that she didn't, and while He took her, she took Him. He felt the power coiled within her, waiting for the right hand to lead it. She was willing to learn all He could teach her, ready to. And He found there was much she could teach Him. Through millennia of rituals like this, He had never seen a sorcerer such as she, and was both impressed and intrigued. She would bear watching. She moved beneath Him with an ease and rhythm that surprised. An ancient knowledge, He thought, when He saw her eyes and felt His own power stir in response to hers. There would be a sacrifice later, He decided. She would choose who and He would judge her selection. If she was all He sensed she was, He would teach her, guide her to all she could be. When her body tightened, trembled beneath His, He allowed His own release. She lay panting, limbs growing weak with pleasure, slipping from around His waist and shoulders. He watched her, saw the smile that tilted her lips, the light that came to her eyes, and knew. When asked for her age she blinked in surprise, but told Him, and received a smile in response. When He stood, she began to push herself to her elbows, was shocked when He offered her His hand. With a reverent stare, she took it, was pulled gently to her feet, and tucked beneath His arm, pulled to His left side and held snugly. Her skin thrummed with excitement, body tensed as she tried to ascertain the meaning of His gesture. Her coven was surprised as well, the members glancing at each other beneath their hoods. When He tilted His head to whisper in her ear, her pulse stumbled and then raced. Without a word, she looked at the coven, considered the people beneath the hoods. She knew who they were, but wanted only one dead. Unsure of how she was to announce her choice, she turned her head and whispered it to Him. The smile she received was in praise, and she smiled in return. She stood with His arm wrapped around her while He gave the order. They stood together while they watched the coven scramble to hold and kill the sacrifice. While she watched the robed figure of the town Elder slit her mother's throat, He affectionately kissed the crown of her head. *** The very next night, with her father tucked down into his bed, the coven member came. It was the town Elder, and he kindly led her through the forest. She already knew the way, but she was fond of the bumbling old man, so laughed at his anecdotes. When they neared the circle, her pulse began to jump. The rest of the coven was already gathered, and hailed greetings across to them. She nodded her head instead of speaking, surprised and amused to find that she was shy around them. She tilted her face to the sky, slightly disappointed that clouds hid the moon and stars. Now she understood the torchlights. She saw the altar was already set up, and her blood set to boil. It was one of the whores, she saw, tied down and blindfolded, but aware. She wanted to scream her fury, He was better than this. Deserved better than a woman who offered herself for a few shiny pennies. With a careful breath, she pulled back her fury, it wasn't her place to decide who would make the altar. And it wasn't necessarily true that He would use the altar. Mouth pulled into a pout, she assured herself that He would not, she'd see to it, see to Him. The chanting began, and He came almost immediately. They knelt, bowed their heads and waited. She was among them, having taken her mothers' place in the centre of the semi-circle. He came forwards, stepping around the whore, to receive kisses from the coven. When she reached up to kiss Him, He held her in place, and then drew her upright. Her heart sighed in relief. He saw her eyes were pleased and smiled. "My lovely Susannah," He murmured, kissing her brow. Turning, He considered the woman spread out expectantly on the floor, and chose one of the coven to take her. He watched with the coven while the rope around her ankles were loosened. He was disappointed that it wasn't another innocent, but found the disappointment short lived when Susannah turned her face into His shoulder seeking comfort. Susannah sneered when she saw another member of the coven caress himself through his robes, and wondered if they had down so when He had taken her. She hoped not, the thought made her skin crawl. He looked from the altar to His Susannah, and knew that He would rather have her than a whoring wench, He shocked her by hauling her into His arms. She stifled a laugh as he carried her away from the clearing, found them a secluded spot, and set her onto her feet. She lifted her mouth to His, arms clamping around His shoulders, body turning in offering. He returned the kiss, lowering onto His knees, and then lowering her to her back. With the coven occupied, barely even noticing His absence, for which He would later punish them, He lingered over her. Kissing the slim column of her throat, her tender breasts, and a path down her stomach. Tasting her, He slipped into the abyss, and let His desires run rampant. She cried out as His hands tightened on her hips, lifting her lower half from the ground. Her fingers curled into the soft earth, her knees hooked over His shoulders, and her head thrashed from side to side. Listening to the sounds she made, He judged her ready, and pushed her over the edge. He watched the dreamy look cross her face as He lowered her hips, and then, using His fingers, shoved her over again. The shock of it snapped into her; had her reaching for Him, curling her hands into His hair as she drew Him down for a drugging kiss. She gasped as He slid into her, head falling back. She wrapped her legs around His hips, rubbed her breasts against His chest and let His mouth catch her cries. He couldn't stop touching her, taking and giving pleasure in equal amounts. She was wild beneath Him, and He marvelled over it. Her eyes, as green as summer, went wide and primal as she shattered again, and He joined her. She was His. Damn the rest of the coven, He thought and smiled. He would take her away, teach her everything that He knew. She had far surpassed any other sorcerer in any of his covens across the world, across time. And she was a child. She lay pliant beneath Him, fingers stroking His hair absently. She was what He had waited for. Kissing her once more, He lifted a hand and pressed a finger to the base of her throat. She opened her eyes to look into His, questioning. They widened when the pain sliced through her, went blind as she bowed back, gasping. When she wrenched herself away, rolled from beneath Him and crawled a few feet away, one hand covering her throat, He experienced a moment of anger. Damned if she would shun Him. He stood, followed her, and yanked her up by her hair. Susannah gasped in surprise. She lifted her hands to remove His, turning and trying to explain. But her voice wouldn't come. He had lifted a hand to strike her, she saw, but was unafraid. He paused at the lack of fear. She used His body to drag herself up, and, taking His lifted hand into hers pressed it to her throat. She opened her mouth to see if she could speak, and croaked. He laughed, and she swatted His arm playfully, but amusement lighted her face. It took several tries before she sounded herself again, and could explain that when He had given her His mark, she had been unable to breathe. Once finished with her clarification, she went to her toes and pressed a kiss to His throat, the same place that He had marked her. Careful, He set her away from Him, and ran a thumb over the mark. A curled dragon nestled in the hollow of her throat. His symbol. His Marks He comes into the room, his blue eyes flashing, his cheeks flushed. He grips my wrist, pulling me from the computer chair. He pushes me into the recliner. "Push it back," he growls. My hand drops to push the handle on the side that makes the recliner go back immediately. My body is trembling slightly. I know this mood. Master wants to claim me. I can feel it in his rough touches, his clenched teeth, the way he talks, no, commands me. Both his powerful hands reach for my loose flowing skirt, the ripping sound of the destroyed fabric loud in the quiet room. He moves his hands behind my knees, pushing them up and out, exposing me to him. His eyes become almost slits as he looks at me. I know what he is thinking; 'Mine'. I shudder from head to toe, my body shamelessly responding. I feel my nipples hardening, my pussy clenching, dampening, my hips lifting slightly. He holds my legs open. I can feel the strain on my inner thighs and buttocks. His eyes travel over me slowly, almost searing my flesh with its intensity. "Touch your cunt, girl," he says roughly. I feel it starting; that journey only he takes me on. Into my submission, deeper each time we are together. My hands automatically drop between my legs. I know what he wants. I pull the shaven lips apart, exposing my innermost self to his possessive gaze. "Yesssssss," he hisses. "Rub Your clit, my sweet slut, rub it for Me." I hold the lips apart with the fingers of one hand, and begin rubbing circles around my hardening clit. It makes me cry out. We had played the night before, and it was deliciously tender from his attentions. "That's it," he encourages, watching me intently. I gaze back, seeing his eyes darken to a richer blue. I suck in a deep breath at what I see there; the lust, the passion, the possessiveness, the wanting, the power. I keep rubbing, my hips bucking as my knowing fingers trace those circles around my clit. My eyes begin to flutter shut with the intensity of his gaze, but that he won't allow. "Open your eyes, my pet," he tells me. "Look at me, show me." I can feel my heart thundering in my chest. The feelings he invokes in me are wonderous. He reaches down inside me, drawing out the naked, wanton, female animal hiding deep inside there. He knows her. He loves that tigress as he loves the sweet adoring angel. I watch him as I keep rubbing myself for him. My juices are flowing thick and sweet, I can smell them. I know he can too. Just then, he leans down and sniffs appreciatively. "Ahhh, yes, my little cunt," he whispers. "You are dripping for me, aren't you?" I can only nod as my fingers continue to work on my now throbbing swollen button. How does he do it? How does me make me respond so fast, so hard to his commands, his words, his looks? "That's it, keep rubbing, harder, faster." I can feel the orgasm he wants coming from deep in my belly, at my very core. A fierce almost rumbling feeling, my legs spreading wider as his strong hands push them apart more. I whimper and groan, lost in the sensations he is giving me. He watches, knowing my body better than I know myself, and waits. Waits for me to reach the edge of the cliff. He looks back and my face. "Now, pet, cum for me, NOW," he roars. I am helplessly flung into the depths of my own bodies capabilities. My head crashes back against the chair, my hips thrust blindly as I explode. Wave after wave rolls over me, making my body jerk almost violently. His hands stroke gently down my inner thighs, releasing my knees from his iron grip. My body is quivering, my breath in little harsh pants. I feel him watching me. Reaching for my blouse, he rips it open, the small white buttons flying everywhere. "Give me your tits, slut," he orders me. My hands reach under them, cupping and lifting them towards him. "Lovely, simply lovely," he croons. His hands are drawn to touch them, and he covers them, kneading the soft flesh again and again. They mold against his palms. He begins pinching the hard pink nipples, tugging on them, gently at first, then not so gently. My back lifts off the chair, following his hands. He pushes me back with those powerful hands. I hold still, giving him my breasts, knowing they are his. He begins to maul them, roughly cupping and lifting them, squeezing them together, then apart. I try to stay quiet, but the intense pain won't allow me to be silent. I glance up his face, and he is staring at me. He presses his fingers deeper into the yielding flesh, our eyes locked together. I suck in a deep breath, holding it as he squeezes harder still. Suddenly he releases them, and his hot wet mouth surrounds my left nipple. He suckles it, slowly and deeply. He gradually increases the pressure and suction. It crosses that line where I know his mouth will leave a mark on my skin. He moves to do the same treatment to my right nipple. I am writhing in the chair, alternately arching my back and bowing it, but there is no escape. He returns to the left nipples, and begins to nibble at it. His hand massages the other round globe. His strong teeth begin to sink into that tender flesh. He makes a deep rumbling growl in his chest, and bites harder. I gasp, and feel his teeth break through the skin, just above my nipple. He makes another animal sound, and his tongue laps at the small trickle of blood that runs down the side of my breast. He tenderly licks the rip in my skin, soothing it with his touch. He moves to the other breast, one hand encircling the soft skin around the nipple. He lowers his head, and begins to nibble at it, gently, then harder, then biting it like the other one. I understood what he was doing. He was marking me as his; his slut, his pet, just his. Again he lapped at the blood dripping from his marks. As his hands gently held my breasts, he kissed them all over, easing the pain with his gentleness. "Kiss me, slave," he groaned. I pulled his face to mine and sank into a deep, intimate kiss. I could taste the coppery blood on his tongue. The sheer eroticism of it took my breath away. Knowing his teeth left bite marks on my flesh, that he had tasted the blood drawn from my body, that I was his, body, mind, heart and soul. He broke the kiss, and stood, lifting me from the chair. He sat down and pulled me back into his lap, his arms encircling me, protecting me, keeping me safe and warm. "I love you, Master," I moaned as I snuggled closer. His Marks by Cathy O'Niel copyright 2006 His Master's Cock "Take off your clothes" he told me, and I nodded and began to strip. I was really nervous and horny. I was scared, too, but I was so excited! When I finished, I looked up at him, sitting there watching me. "Turn around and bend over, bitch!" he said, and I immediately did as he said. "Spread your ass cheeks and let me see what I'm going to be fucking." Reaching back, I spread my ass cheeks wide. I wet one finger in my mouth and rubbed it around my tight little asshole, letting it slip in up to the first knuckle on every third or fourth little circle. "That's a good little bitch. Go and clean up. I want you to shave every thing." I went and took a long hot bath, and afterward I shaved my legs. Then I shaved all the hair from around the base of my cock, and shaved my balls. Then I carefully shaved all around my asshole. I was so horny; I really couldn't help jack my cock just a little bit. I rubbed lotion into my skin all over, put on a robe and met my lover back in his bedroom. "Let me see you" he said. I dropped the robe to the floor. "On your knees! NOW! Stick your little pussy up in the air. Good" He kneeled down and showed me a squat little butt plug. "Show me what a horny little slut you are." Kneeling on my knees and elbows, with my shaved asshole sticking up in the air, I started to suck the rubber cock like a whore, getting it nice and wet. I moaned and looked upwards toward him, hoping his cock was getting hard under his jeans. I thought I could see a bulge in his pants! Then, I slowly rubbed the tip of the plug around my anus. It felt so good! I got desperate and just started shoving it in and out, a little at a time, grinding my ass around and getting really hot. "That's it, get it ready for my thick cock, bitch." Finally I had it all the way in. When he saw this, he grabbed me by the arm and said, "don't let go of it" and walked me over to a wooden chair, which was old looking and seemed very sturdy. "Sit" he ordered. I did so, trying to spread my ass so the plug could be forced deeper inside me. My heart began to race as he tied one ankle, then the next, to the legs of the chair. Then he tied my arms to my sides, and then tied my midsection to the back of the chair. I tried to press my ass down on the seat, to get the plug in deeper. It felt good, but I wished it were bigger. "Now little whore, tell me what you want" "Oh god" I replied, "I really want to suck your big, sexy dick. I want to taste it, to feel how thick it is in my mouth. I want to suck your cock all night long, baby." "Oh, you do? Do you think I should let you? I couldn't answer him. "What about your ass? Tell me." he demanded. "Uhhmm, I can't wait for you to stretch my asshole with your sweet dick. I want you fuck my ass as hard as you want to. As deep as you want to. I want to slam my asshole down on your cock." He knew exactly what he was doing- my words, my desires were making my cock very hard, and his too. He walked in front of me and dropped his pants. His hard cock popped up and I actually gasped. It was so beautiful. Not gigantic, but very big looking, owing to its thickness. It was very veiny, and dark- colored. And he had the juiciest, roundest head. His balls were thick, and hung well below the base of his cock. God I couldn't wait to suck on it, to be his little cock-sucking whore. "This is what you need, isn't it?" he asked. I just bit my lip and nodded. "Lick my asshole, and we'll see if you get to suck any cook tonight" He turned around and bent slightly at the waist. He reached back and pulled my head forward, till my nose and mouth were buried in his musky smelling ass crack. "Lick it good bitch" I love licking ass more than anything, but had never done it to a man before. I was going insane with lust. I would do whatever I had to to be filled with his beautiful cock. Obviously, he knew this. And so I licked him. I made long wet strokes up and down, from his balls to his tailbone. He groaned while I swirled my tongue around, making it into a hard point so I could penetrate him with it. He pushed his asshole back onto my tongue as he held my head in place. I felt like such a slut and loved it! Suddenly, he turned around and presented his very hard cock to my mouth. I moaned and as I opened my mouth he shoved it in very deep. As I was pretty new to cocksucking, I wasn't sure what to do. He knew what he wanted though, and held my head with both hands while fucking my mouth. I, being tied, couldn't do anything anyway, except take it as well as I could. "Yes, you little cock sucker, take it! You like getting your mouth fucked like cheap whore don't you bitch!" "Umh hmh," was all I could manage while he fucked my throat. I was so happy; I was finally getting what I wanted. The dildo in my ass felt good and I love the feel and taste of his big dick. " I'm going to come," he cried, and pulled back from my mouth. He jerked his big dick two or three times with his fist, and sent thick spurts of hot come across my face and into my wide-open mouth. He came a lot, coating my face. When he stopped coming, he said, " Just keep sucking baby, that's it." He had only lost a little of his hardness. Now I could suck him the way I wanted to, although my hands were tied. With his come all over my face, I moved my mouth up and down and swirled my tongue around the head. I released his cock from my mouth and licked his balls and sucked them into my mouth, one and then the other. I planted wet kisses all over it while he held it for me to worship. I loved this and never wanted to stop. Very soon he was rock hard again. "Ready to get your little ass fucked?" he asked with a smile. "If that pleases you," I replied. He carefully untied me and led me over to the bed. "On your knees" He played with my ass plug, twisting it and pushing and pulling on it. "Do you want my cock?" "Yes, I want it, I want you to fuck me now, please" He pulled the dildo from my ass, and laughed. "Spread your cheeks for me little whore" I Reached back, my chest on the mattress and my knees spread, and spread my asshole wide for him. "Please fuck me with you big cock, I can't wait any longer." "Ok" he said. He began to rub the head of his cock up and down my asshole. Then very gently, he pushed it in. The fat head went in easily. He laughed. "You're so horny for my cock, aren't you?" "Yes, I want it so bad, please fill my ass up" He slowly pushed the rest of his hard cock into my tight asshole. When he was all the way in, he whispered in my ear, "I am going to fuck your asshole as long, and as deep, and as hard as I want to. I won't stop, so don't even bother asking" Tears rolled down my face mixing with the come I was not allowed to wipe off, and I told him. "I want you to. I want you to fuck my ass good and hard, baby. Soon he began to saw his dick in and out, slowly pickup up speed as I got used to his beautiful thickness. I was in heaven! "Oh yeah fuck my ass!" I cried out. He fucked me so good, sometimes nice and hard, and then slowing down so he wouldn't come, driving me crazy with every inch of his hot tool. "I love fucking your hot little asshole" he whispered in my ear while he plowed me. I pushed and twisted my ass back at him, determined to make him as crazy with my hot asshole as he was making me crazy with his hard tool. I wanted to fuck him well, to make him come so hard with my ass, just like I did with my mouth. "Do you like me? Do you like fucking my ass?" "Oh yeah, I love it. You take it like such a hot little whore. You love this don't you, getting your ass fucked by an old man with a big cock?" "hhm it feels so good. Are you gonna come? I want you to come in my ass, baby," I groaned as he worked my ass with his cock. "Yeah, I'm really close. Oh, yeah baby, I'm gonna fill your hot ass with my come!" Just then his hips started slamming wildly back and forth. I clenched my teeth and steadied myself. "come on, baby, come hard in my ass," I screamed. He slammed his cock all the way in and then I felt his hot, slippery come shoot deep into my anus. My body went rigid as I felt his dick spasm and shudder inside my worked-over little asshole. I began to come, spurting all over the sheets beneath me, even though he had neglected to even touch my cock from the outset. Thick ropes of come spat forth from my cock, as my ass spasmed around his softening cock. We both slumped forward onto the mattress in exhaustion. His cock still inside me, I turned my head around to kiss him deeply on the mouth." I love the way you fuck me, baby. I love being your little slut" "Good," he replied, "Because I plan on doing nasty things to you all the time." His Master's Voice I don’t remember were it all began but all I remember is Michael he was my first and my only lover, I live for him and him alone. My name is Glory I am 22 years of age I am 5”4’ 120lb I have brown eyes and red hair. Michael and I have known each other since kinder garden it only seemed only natural that he should be my first lover. It happened on my 18th birthday we got drunk and it was then as we walked across the midtown park he tuned to me and told me to kneel, I just did it the grass was damp and my bare knees squelched into the soft ground. Michael undid his belt and put it around my neck he pulled it tight and I felt it grip on my soft skin. I started to choke and screamed for him to stop as I screamed I felt the belt slackened slightly and I gulped down a breath of air. Michael then asked. “Do you love me?” I said “Yes of coarse I do, you know that.” He looked down at me and I gulped down another breath of air, then he pulled on the belt again and I felt my life draining from my body. He undid his trousers and his stiff penis slipped out into the night air, it looked massive with the moonlight shining on it. I started to feel light headed and seemed to be passing out he must have realised this and loosened the belt again as the air hit my lungs my mouth open, as I did he pushed his rod into my mouth and deep into my throat and once again I was unable to breath he held me there for what seemed like an hour then he started to bob my head up and down his length. What had I done to deserve this why was he treating me like this, he was now thrusting his penis so hard into me that I could feel my lips bruising with every thrust, there seemed no let up he had got into a rhythm but it was fast and furious each thrusts harder and harder until I felt his body started to convulse and he shot his load down my throat holding me there until I swallowed every drop. He pulled out of me with the same force he had conducted the whole episode he told me to stand and then said. “Take them off.” I looked at him not sure what he wanted me to do, he grabbed my skirt and lifted it to my waist and with one movement my knickers were down to my knees, lifting one leg at a time I removed them off and handed them to Michael, he wiped his Penis off then told me to open my mouth I just did as he asked without question he rolled my knickers into a ball then pushed them into my mouth. He grabbed the belt and gave it a tug he then said. “Put me away.” And I slipped his Penis back into his jeans and zipped him up he lead me across the park by the belt as if I was a dog; I just followed unable to say a word. As we walked I started to taste my own sent in my mouth but this was not the same as I had tasted before when I licked my fingers after masturbating it was my first taste of him my master a taste that I was to learn to know and love so very well. We got to my house at about 11pm the lights were off so I knew every one was asleep I was so relived that no one had seen me with my knees muddy and my knickers stuffed in my mouth. As soon as I got on my porch Michael told me to kneel I tried to turn to face him but he pushed me down facing the door he lifted my skirt up and slipped a finger I just felt my slit open and except him he finer fucked me for about 10 minutes I could feel my self getting wetter with each thrust. I wanted him to fuck me there and then but I was totally under his control I felt him remove my fingers then I heard his zipper he pushed his penis into me and I opened up to him as he started to fuck me hard and fast there was no pain just a rhythmic sensation deep within me, in and out in and out. I didn’t want my first time to be like this but I was happy it was Michael. I didn’t cum but I did feel Michael louse his load into me. he withdrew as fast has he entered me he wiped his penis on my ass got up and removed the belt from my neck and left me there without a word. No romance just sex, animal passion. I knew it then as I know it now I am his bitch for him to do with as he pleased, with me a willing respondent. His Masters Voice (Humiliation) I stood there as Miss P walked around me suddenly I felt a sharp pain across the small of my back. I bent forward away from the pain but this sent a shock up through me from the movement of the dildo that was still imbedded into my ass it was unbearable and I let out a scream this seemed to please both Miss P and Michael as they both smiled with pleasure at my ordeal. "Well my little girl is feeling better now." Miss P said, walking in front of me showing me the riding crop in her hand, I was trying not to move but once again she brought the crop across the back of my legs, I fell to my knees and as I hit the floor the dildo in my ass sent a shock through my spine that was unbearable and I fell forward and my face bounced as it hit the hard surface of the floor. I must of past out because when I awoke I was laying on a trestle type table. My ass felt empty, and I felt weak but relived that my ordeal was over. Little did I know that Miss P and Michael had more plans to make me suffer? I was unable to move and unable to cover my embarrassment as my arms and legs were bound and attached to the corners of the table I could feel my pussy was open and exposed. I was on my back so I looked down to my sex to see what it was I could feel, there was a tube going into my urethra and as I looked around miss P and Michael were looking at my nakedness. "About time," Miss P said with her commanding voice. To my left there was a pole with a hook on it, I was about to ask what it was for but before I did Miss P lifted a bucket up and placed it on the hook. "Right My bitch, now I have your attention this is how this game is played. In the bucket there is water about 10 litres. The tube is threaded into your bladder when I release the tap it will take about 30 minutes for the bucket to empty if you don't put up any resistance, if the bucket empties we will fill it up however if you make me cum with your tongue before it empties you will have past this test. Do you understand?" "Yes," I said. But this was not what she wanted me to say and I felt the force of the riding crop come down across my exposed pussy. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." I screamed as the crop came crashing down once again landing in exactly the same place. Yes Miss P." I said stopping her from inflicting more pain on my exposed sex. "That's Better," she got onto the table and straddled my face and I smelt her sex for the second time today for some reason she tasted sweeter than the last time I had my face there maybe the pain had heightened my senses some how but I didn't know all I knew was that I saw her turn the tap and lower her self on to my outstretched tongue as I felt the water filling my bladder as I started work on her clit I tried to slow the flow of the water by clenching all my mussels around my bladder but as I did I felt pains shouting through the mussels. What had she done to me, was it I wanted to suffer or had the object that had been in my ass for so long done some serious damage that I was now going to affect the rest of my life. I was so scared but while I tried to make her cum I still kept my bladder mussels tight, slowing the flow of water that I could feel was filling me. I was circling her clit with my tongue and pushing it deep into her wet pussy trying harder and harder to get her to cum before the water split my bladder I could feel her occasionally twitch as I flicked her clit with my outstretched tongue. I was tiring quickly and each time I lost my concentration the water flow increased expanding my already stretched bladder. Miss P's twitching became more frequent and started to last longer each time so I put all my effort into making her cum, finally I felt her pussy expand and contract and I heard her moan as I finally made her cum. Was my ordeal over had I fulfilled my tasks I certainly hoped so. Miss P got of my face and I saw her turn off the tap then she said. "You have done well only 4 litres from the bucket that deserves a treat now what should that be." With that she came back to me she kissed me full on my lips. "You seem very dry; I guess you want a drink. Do you?" "Yes Miss P." I blurted out, learning my lesson from earlier. "Ok then you shall have one, but there will be consequences if you don't drink it all." She straddled my face once again this time she held my mouth open and then she let a bit of urine flow from her into my mouth. I was shocked she didn't expect me to drink it or did she? I guess she did as she didn't let my mouth go so I swallowed it she then opened her bladder and let out a slow stream into my mouth each time I swallowed she stopped the flow and like the good little bitch I now was. What more could I endure. How much more was she going to put me through I was hoping It was over as once again she got off the table but I would do anything she ordered I was now her slave. Michael undid the ties on my hand as Miss P removed the tube that was threaded into me and I was relived, but then just as I was relaxing I realised that my bladder was full to the point of bursting and my legs were still tide. "Ok you can get up and go to the toilet you have done well." I tried to get up but as I did my stomach felt so heavy and bloated it hurt as I move with the mussels all stretched and cramping. Miss P shouted at me. "Get up and realise yourself as she once again used the riding crop as encouragement and I emptied my bladder as she and Michael laughed and me loving the humiliation once again. His Masters Voice (The Journey) How the hell did I sink so low as this I had moved in with Michael six months ago now I was a happy woman with a man who was my lord and master a new mistress who treated me as the slut I loved to be. But we were broke I had lost my job due to my own stupidity and now my only option was to beg my mother for help. I was not looking forward to the 200 odd mile journey to my hometown, but I got on the coach just before it left. It was dark on the coach but as the driver pulled out of the station he turned the lights on then to my horror it was full of guys and I was the only woman on board. “Oh shit,” I said under my breath. This was the first thing that went through my mind then the next thing was how boring the trip was going to be so as I looked down through the cabin I started to wonder what it would be like to fuck them all. I did a quick head count and I made it 42 men and me the first guy I liked the look of was a black guy in a suit he had a hard man look about him and from his build he looked like he was well hung, I sat next to him and said. “How would you like to make some money and get a free fuck?” He looked at me and said. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I explained my idea to him and he said he would help, if I was sure I wanted to do it. I told him my name and he said. “My Name is Alex.” I told him I was desperate for cash and I was willing to do anything not to go and ask my parents for money. “OK but when we get off and you’re cleaned up you mine for the weekend for my pleasure is it a deal?” I said. “Yes. But how much do I charge?” “Leave that to me, I will get you a good deal.” He said with a smile on his face he told me to stand at the back of the bus in the isle while he made his way to the front the four men in the front seats looked back at me then started to go through there wallets. He came back to speak to me and told the people on the back seat to move one of them argued so he picked him up by his coat and put him down in another seat. He then got some blankets and made a make shift curtain concealing the back seat from the view of the rest of the cabin with me behind it he said. “I have got your first customers are you ready?” I slipped off my knickers and undid the front of my blouse and removed my bra but leaving my blouse on showing off my breasts. I pulled my skirt up showing off my shapely legs and lay back on the back seat and waited for my first ever customer as a prostitute. The make shift curtain opened and a young solder stepped through, he quickly dropped his trousers then lay on top of me and started to hump me. His hand worked there way under my ass as he thrust himself into me as I pulled my legs around his back and I started to bring my pussy up to meet his thrusting cock. He felt long and thick and with each thrust of his length was banging my cervix, it felt so good I really started to let go and began trusting my hips up at him harder and harder. All the time he was whispering in my ear. “Go baby ride my gun, ride it.” Then he started to grind his hips into me harder and then he shot his load deep into me. For the next 200 miles I took man after man, some were fat some were skinny some wanted me on my knees some wanted me to suck them off. I did it all we stopped several times on my journey of discovery but there seemed an endless supply of men. The only one I really remember was the soldier all the rest was a blur of skin and spunk. As we pulled into my stop the last man I saw as I got off was my first client of the evening, it was the soldier was sat in the very front seat a sleep his head was against the window but he had a smile on his face. I had no idea how many men I went through but I did hope that my new pimp had made a good deal. I had lost view of him and I hoped he had not done a runner but as I looked around and he came out of the toilet and walked up to me and said. “You did well. Now you mine till Monday, then I will give you the money you earned.” I looked at him and wondered what I had let my self in for. But the weekend is another story. His Master's Voice (The Trainer ) Michael and I had been having sex since the night of my 18th birthday that night when he unleashed a new passion in my life we met in the Americas bar on the high street, at first he ignored me and I new better that to say anything unless he spoke to me first. He was sat with another woman, at that time I didn't know who she was but eventually Michael turned to me and kissed me hard he grabbed my hair and pulled me in front of her she was taller than me by about 2 inches and was very pretty with bleached blond hair that fell to her shoulders. Michael introduced me to her saying. "This is the bitch I told you about." I looked at her and Michael pushed my head down into a submissive position, I let my head fall so my chin was resting on my chest not making any eye contact, this seemed to please him as he pushed his hand under my skirt pushing a finger into my pussy then bringing it out smelling it then putting it to my mouth to lick clean. "So obedient for one so young I think she will work well." The stranger said, while I licked clean my master's finger of my juices. They both got up and started to leave the bar I just followed behind them with my hands behind my back and my eyes looking at the floor without further comment. We arrived at Michaels house and we all went in as normal I just stood in the hall way awaiting my masters instructions he got my collar off the shelf and put it around my neck pulling it just tight enough cause me discomfort and making it hard me to breath "Ok bitch you perform well for me tonight and there will be a reward at the end of it understand." I looked up at him and nodded. He pushed me to the floor and told me to heel and I immediately took my position by my master's right leg and as he walked forward tried to keep pace as we walked into the living room the woman was stood in the centre of the room she had removed her coat and was there in a G-string and black boned corset that was pulled in so tight it made her body form a classic hour glass shape. "Come here bitch." She commanded I looked up at my master and only moved when he told me to go. Michael sat down while I cowered at the feet at this woman. "I am your mistress for tonight you can call me Miss P if you do what I say you will survive this ordeal and become to enjoy it if you don't you could die and no one will care as you don't exists, you understand" I looked at her and nodded as I did with my master but this was not to her liking so I got a slap across the cheek with the back of her hand that sent my face reeling with pain. "Answer me bitch" she command lifting her hand again to strike me again. "YES MISS P" I blurted out before she hit me again. "Lick me." She said and I sat back on my heels so my head was level with the G-string I reached up with my hands to remove it but she told me to use my teeth to pull them down I duly obliged pulling them down lowering my head so she could step out of them I lifted my head and put my tongue forward till it came in to contact with her petal lips that seemed to open as I put pressure on them she shifted slightly, spreading her legs apart. I started to lap like a cat at a saucer of milk and soon got into a movement that she seemed to like I herd her start to moan as I started to nibble on her hard clit. I then felt her juices seeping from her pussy and felt her hands holding me tight to her sex as I swallowed my first taste of another woman's sex juice I felt I had done a good job but I knew my new mistress was not finished with me yet and I was so hoping that Michael was enjoying his bitch's show. A few minutes later she stepped back away from me saying, "I didn't tell you to make me cum." Then lifted her foot and pushed me onto my back. At this time I was still dressed. But that was about to change as Miss P told me to strip for her I stood up and started to take off my clothes she then said "Dance entertain me." So I started to move around as I removed my T-shirt and jeans I had seen the movements that strippers made while removing there clothes and tried to emulate them as I removed my bra I saw Miss P gaze was drawn to the my breasts, I heard her say to Michael, "Nicely proportioned for her slim frame." I must admit that I have always liked my breast each one curved gently to a prominent apex, they are adorned by a light pink, almost translucent, little nipple and underneath they settle full and round, projecting nicely from my ribs. "Amazingly perky for breasts so wonderfully natural, I always thought." Michael said. I was now total naked Miss P told me to bend over and touch my toes and I did as I was told then I felt her fingers lightly touching my ass then I felt something slippery running down the crack in my ass, it felt like some sort of liquid as it reached my anus I felt something hard against my tight little ring. I screamed as I felt my anus open to this invasion, the pain ripped through my body it felt like she was trying to rip me in half it was something I had never felt before but as I relaxed and opened up to the invasion what ever it was she had slipped into me and seemed to get smaller. A bead of moisture trickled down my face and down my neck as the object found its home I herd Miss P say. "You notice that the ball keeps the dildo in place, there is no way that will come out until you pull it out." I looked at Michael and he smiled at me. "Stand," Was the next command. As I did the dildo in my ass moved sending a shock up through my abdomen as if it was ripping my insides apart. I could feel the sweat running down my face then I saw Miss P's face, she was smiling and happy with the pain she was causing me. By this time I just wanted it to end but I felt this was just the beginning. His Masterwork In my younger days I was lucky enough to have seen Godfrey Kneller's portrait of master woodcarver Grinling Gibbons. That was long before the Internet, and I could never find a reproduction of the painting, but finally I located an image online. So I looked on the Net to find out more about Gibbons and discovered: of the few things known, nobody can agree on any of them except that his wife's name was Elizabeth, he had some connection to Holland, and he started his career in Deptford, just southeast of London. So I decided to create a life for him and Elizabeth—well, a love life at least. The underpinnings of the story have some historical basis, but the plot (if you want to to call it that) is complete fiction. As far as the dialog, please note that seventeenth-century people did in fact use contractions, and that "yard" was an actual slang word for penis. Thanks to AchtungNight for going over this story! > I WAS SENT to Deptford that spring because of Henry Brownshaw. I was nineteen, too old to be fooled by his suavity but young enough to want to be fooled. That was enough reason for my parents to decree that I would spend the next months with my cousin Mary. It was on a humid afternoon with a great furl of clouds in the sky that we passed the workshop as we walked the countryside. Through the door came the rhythmic tap of a chisel and a spangle of sawdust. Inside, the shop was flooded with light from the back windows; the light was slanting and gray from the clouds. Bent over the worktable was a man a little older than me, his shirt stained, his breeches covered with sawdust. He straightened up when he saw us and lay his tools down by his carving. "Well, then," Mary said, "Mister Gibbons, this is my cousin Elizabeth Lowe. Cousin, this is Grinling Gibbons, the carver." "Grinling," I said as he bowed and I curtseyed. "That's an odd name." "It's not odd, it's Dutch," he said, then looked as if he wished he hadn't. In those days, being Dutch wasn't a good thing. There had been war on and off for years, and religious refugees from Britain had been raking up discord by smuggling in publications from Holland. Still, Grinling Gibbons couldn't very well hide his origins; he had a bit of an accent and the blunt face of a Dutchman. "What are you working on?" I said. He flushed a little and cast a sideways glance at the table before managing to say, "Only a panel." "Can we see?" He looked chagrined, then motioned toward the carving. We stepped closer, and I drew in my breath. The work wasn't finished, but what there was of it, how wonderful! It was a scene of a congregation leaving a church. Right now the crowd flowed into a sea of splinters, but the people were so vividly carved—each with individual features, like a portrait—that I half-expected them to move. I wanted to look at it for hours, but I heard Mary shift from one foot to the other and knew she was bored. I looked up and said, "Mister Gibbons, this is splendid." He smiled a little, and our eyes met. His were gray, but not dreary like most gray eyes. Rather they were gray like the ocean, which is always alive, the shades of its colors always in motion. "Could I come again and see this when you've done more work on it?" I asked, and he nodded and said, "Aye." Grinling Gibbons didn't neglect his work, but he didn't neglect me either. I went to the shop regularly to see the panel take shape, and each time we became closer, until one day I realized I thought his blunt Dutch face handsome, and that when I was near him I felt like I was being infused with fire. That was only a few days before he gave me the wooden flower, carved so delicately that the leaves could be made to tremble on their stem. I held it carefully, and it seemed to take years for his face to come to mine, and he kissed me. My lips felt like they were being singed by a shower of sparks, and when he held me—lightly, with the flower at our center—the world seemed to fly from its moorings and align itself at a completely new angle. It was a week and probably seven hundred kisses later that I knew we would soon be unable to stop ourselves. I should have felt sinful about that, but in fact I was eager. I had enjoyed flirting with Henry Brownshaw, but I wanted Grinling the way a woman wants a man. There was no more room for half-measures; the time had simply come. It was hazy that day, and the shop was filled with mild light. Grinling was working at buffing some of his carving. When he saw me he threw the cloth aside and we rushed toward each other. He smelled like the wood, and my mouth burned in anticipation till his kiss covered my lips. A thousand pins seemed to be pricking me from the inside, and when he touched the tip of his tongue to my lips I opened them and let him slide his tongue along mine in a flow of silk. Still kissing me, he swung around and bolted the door. When he caught me into his embrace, I went almost queasy with excitement. His chest and arms were solid and strong; and now he brought my whole body up against his and I felt his yard, stiff, arched high in his breeches. All the heat in my body pooled in my pelvis, and I leaned my hips into him, to feel the pleasure of his cock pressing against me. We were breathing fast, and his fingers were at the top of my dress, running across my breasts and then pushing lower. His touch turned my soft nipple hard, and then he pulled the fabric away and brought his mouth down where his hand had been. I watched him lick and suck there, grasping his brown hair in my fingers. Finally I worked my hand down between his legs, resting my palm against his yard, then fondling softly. He made a deep grunting sound and caught my hand with his, encouraging me to rub harder. My throat was hot, my body was begging for him, and then he came up and kissed me and whispered into my mouth, "Will you come to bed?" I had no voice save the little air left in my lungs. All I could do was breathe "Yes," but that was all that was needed. He swooped me into the small room where his bed was, and pulled his shirt out and put my hands under it. I ran them up over his chest, feeling the soft hair bend under my touch and beneath that, the warmth of his skin. "Aye," he said and yanked the shirt over his head, throwing it into the corner. He was there for me to have, so I tried what he had done to me, tickling my tongue over a nipple. He gasped and buckled forward, head hanging down over mine, cock springing higher. "Will you do that to my yard?" he murmured into my ear. I licked harder, feeling him begin to convulse against me, then mouthed the nipple. He moaned out loud. "Will you do that to my cunt?" I said slyly. I unlaced my dress, he unbuttoned his breeches, and soon our clothes were in piles on the floor. Now I could touch him anywhere I wanted. I lay my hands on his waist and started to move them down, rubbing my belly over his yard smooth and hot and long. He pulled me up and let his shaft slide the length of my lips, and when he grazed the little tender bud I clenched my thighs around him. "Oh, so wet," he said, straining harder against me. Then he pulled me to the bed and cast us onto it, coming up on top of me. I couldn't wait for him—I spread my legs and let him kneel between them. He took his cock in his hand and leaned forward, running the head lightly along the narrow cleft. Little chills laced over my skin, and then he came down to me and slowly urged himself in, and I rose up to let him. I had all of him filling me, and the solid weight of his body on mine, and I began to move with him. He went slowly at first, but there was a searing ache building in my groin that needed him to do it harder. I grabbed his hips and pulled him toward me, and we rode faster, tighter, until I felt myself dissolve, then shatter in blinding sweetness. I rocked under him, and then he was on all fours again bucking into me, crying out passionately. His shoulders stiffened under my hands, and as he threw his head back I felt him surge inside me, pulsing, flooding me with his pleasure. When we came back down to the bed, he cradled me to his side and kissed me, and I lay my thigh across his. "Elizabeth," he said softly, and I kissed his face. We lay there in silence for a while; then he said, "I think I have a buyer for the panel." "That's wonderful! You'll sell many more." "It's just wood," he said, smiling dryly. "If it were marble..." "Oh, really? Carvers of marble abound. Sculptors in wood do not." My hand was on his belly, and I ran my thumb over his navel, making him shudder and giggle. He shifted his weight slightly, and I felt his yard nudging upward. "I'm sorry," he said. "For what?" He looked downward at his hardening cock. "I don't want you to think I'm not satisfied." Slowly I smiled. "Well," I said, "as for me, I could be satisfied more than once." It was soon fall, and we had been doing everything we could imagine to do. I had taken his yard in my mouth, and he had licked me between my thighs, and I had let him bend me over and have me from behind. My parents had written that I should leave Deptford the next week, but I knew I wouldn't go. In fact, I didn't even tell Grinling about the letter. We lay there quietly after we made love, rubbing our feet together, and finally I looked up at him and said simply, "Grinling, you have a baby on the way." He looked astonished for a second, then elated, and hugged me tight. "Then," he said, "It seems I have a marriage on the way too." "Yes," I said, and realized how it was that one could cry with joy. Sculptors in wood do sometimes get their due. Grinling sold much more work, and even to royalty at that. But he would laugh if I were to call him famous, and maybe he'd be right, because even after all these years it's still love that's his masterwork.