3 comments/ 10133 views/ 1 favorites His Pleasure Ch. 01 By: Loveissubmission Chapter one – Preparation I looked down at the bed and gulped hard. Leaning forward I picked up the stockings before letting the smooth silky fabric fall through my fingers and back to the bed. I ran my right hand backwards through my hair and drew in a long shaky breath. Standing here staring at the clothing I would soon be pulling on was not going to help my nerves. Instead I turned to the little desk, yanked my bag toward me, pulled out the piece of paper from inside and unfolded it. The creases were already well worn having been opened and re-folded so many times before. The print out of the email was already inscribed in my memory but I needed to double check it. To: loveissubmission From: kaoticcravings Subject: Instructions Kitten, You will follow these instructions to the letter. If you deviate from the plan I have set there will be severe consequences. Now that you understand that, read below and make sure you do NOT disappoint me. You know how I hate to be disappointed. (I felt an inward shudder ripple through me as I read that.) When you wake up in the morning I want you to order breakfast, make sure you have something that will see you through most of the day. It will likely be some time before you eat again. When breakfast is done you will lay the outfit you have chosen on the bed and then you will take a shower. Ensure you are smooth all over. Should I find so much as a single hair I will NOT be pleased. Once smooth and clean you will then use the shower head or your hands to tease your clit and pussy but you will NOT cum. When the shower is done fix your hair in a way you believe I will find pleasing and put the outfit on. Once you have done this you must select a gift to bring with you for me. I will leave the choice entirely up to you. As soon as you are ready you will call down to the front desk, order your taxi and await its arrival. Once in the taxi you will give the driver my address. Make sure you sit up front with him. This is very important. Make polite casual conversation with him and keep a steady flow going. Once you have been doing this for ten minutes you will reach under your skirt or into your pants and grind your fingers into your pussy for two minutes. Make sure to dab your juice at your pulse points, under your nose and on your breasts after this is done. All the while you will continue to speak as if you are doing nothing. When the journey is over, pay the driver and step out of the cab. Knock the door and I will take it from there. I know you will make me proud Kitten. E As I read the note I felt my pussy clench in anticipation and I snaked my tongue out to moisten my lips. I was a bulging bag of nerves, excitement, fear and lust. My mind instantly focused on what might happen once that door was open. Would he take me by the throat? Would he caress my long brown hair as he had so often described? Would I get to feel his lips crushing mine under them while his tongue probed and explored my mouth at his leisure? I shook my head. I needed to focus. If I kept him waiting too long the result would not be good for me. I would find out my fate soon enough. Instead I walked into the large ensuite bathroom and smiled as I looked at the clean, cream interior. The hotel had done a great job. There was a large corner bath, plenty big enough for two. Oh how I wished I had time to soak, to let the water ease away the tension in my body. I chucked humorlessly once. Even if I did have time I knew that would be a mistake. The tension I was feeling I had absolutely no doubt had been intentionally created, crafted and molded so when I did finally see him, it would only put me on shakier ground and serve his purposes further. So instead I walked to the large corner shower unit and, opening the door I stepped inside. I turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature, smiling as the water streamed over my head and soothed the aching skin of my shoulders and neck. Pushing my wet hair away from my face I grabbed a bottle of shampoo and massaged some into my scalp. Rinsing the soap out of my hair I reached for a bottle of shower crème. Lathering my body I smiled as it covered my skin in rich soapy bubbles. When I reached down to wash my silken folds I moaned softly as my fingers found my most intimate creases. I sighed as I realized I wasn't allowed to play yet. I still had a job to do. I reluctantly rinsed the soap from my body and grabbed the can of shaving foam from the self on the wall. Pressing the plunger I filled my palm with the creamy white soap and generously applied it to my legs. I made quick work of them with the razor before turning my attention to the slightly trickier task. There was a seat in the shower and as I sat down I had a momentary visual flash of what it would feel like to be sat on this seat with him, naked, wet and ready in front of me. I had to swallow hard before I could concentrate enough to spread my legs and once again fill my hand with shaving foam. I coated my lips, my mons and even the skin around my puckered dark little star. I forced my hands to remain steady, to not detour and play with myself... yet. It wasn't time and I would never get done if I didn't get it over with. I picked up the razor, pulling it over my pink skin. I only had the tiniest amount of hair so the razor zinged over my skin smoothly. As I pulled the razor across my lips, I followed it with my fingers, checking for errant stubble or hair. Once I was finally satisfied I took the showerhead from its holder on the wall and rinsed all the foam from my now silken skin. I looked at the showerhead more closely and smiled. It was the type that had different jets. With a naughty giggle I twisted the ring at the top of the head until the water pulsed in one hard, slim jet of pure pressure. Holding it tightly in my hand and reaching down to pull my lips wide open with the other, I lowered the shower head between my legs and bit my bottom lip, squirming a little on the seat as the water thundered over my already sensitive little nub. I instantly discovered that the direct pressure was too much and instead, aimed the spray a little to the right, a tiny jolt of electricity shooting through my body as I found just the right place. I moaned deep, low and throaty as the water pulsed hard and demanding against my clit. I released my lips and two fingers instead plunged into my silken little hole. My hips bucked as my body frantically sought out its own pleasure. Of course, the real thrill, the real turn on was in knowing that I was doing this for him. I did this because he wished me to, desired me to, commanded me to and the little devil inside thrilled at his complete control over me. My hips rotated and I ground them down, my other hand frantically working over my clit as my body rushed toward that ultimate completion. I felt the waves inside me build as I climbed higher, my moans of pleasure echoed around the bathroom as I turned the water hotter, almost scalding. I felt my orgasm fast approaching and right at the edge of that beautiful precipice I yanked the shower head away and sat there panting heavily. I groaned as I leaned back against the smooth cool tiled wall and tried to focus my mind. My body was screaming at me, begging for release and I knew all too well that all I would have to do is reach down and caress slightly and I would almost instantly cum hard. But he had told me not to and without his permission, I couldn't do this. His pleasure lay in making me wait. And so, I'd have to be patient. Twenty minutes later I stood back at the bed. I'd worried a little over how to do my hair. I'd considered braids, pig tails and of course, intricate up-dos to give him better access to my graceful neck and shoulders. In the end though I had simply blow dried it and left my long dark chocolate tresses tumbling over my shoulders. After all, I knew he had a fondness for my hair and at some point, would probably want to wrap his big fist around it and pull it. Once again a ripple of nerves and excitement fluttered through me and my mind wandered to what might happen tonight. I pictured him stood in the door way, a slight smile on his face. I smiled as I saw him there in my mind, imagined his hand moving toward my throat, grasping it and pulling me closer. My hand inched down my naked body toward my clit and just as I was about to begin softly stroking, I pulled it away with a groan and shook my head to clear it. "Ok, time to focus." I spoke the words aloud in an effort to concentrate. I looked back at the bed and felt instantly nauseous. What the hell had I been thinking? I couldn't walk down into the hotel lobby, out into the street and get into a cab dressed in that. I was going to look trashy, sexy as hell but completely trashy. Not to mention that I had never shown that much of my body off in public before. The outfit came in five parts. It had a long black corset with pretty beading and a heart shaped, baby girl pink trim at the top. The bottom of the corset had pink edging and this connected to a built in VERY short black tutu style skirt. To match this were black silk stockings that again, had a pink trim and little pink bows on either side. For my neck, as I had no collar, was a pink and black Victorian style chocker, with a cute pink bow billowing on the right side of it. For my head was a cute pair of ears. And for my ass was a tail. Ok, so I honestly had no clue if he would approve of this. I know I'd sent him the picture of the outfit long before the subject of my first visit came up and he'd loved it. But for this purpose, when it was just to be the two of us, was it really appropriate? I wasn't sure. I did know that I thought it was cute, sexy, and trashy but still had that air of innocence he loved. I sat on the bed and slowly slid the stockings up my legs. I sighed happily as the silk traveled effortlessly over my smooth, sleek skin. I loved that feeling and again, knowing that he had commanded it to be so, kept him and the forefront of every thought and every action and I reveled in it. I pulled the other one on and stood up. Picking the corset/skirt up off the bed I pulled it over my head and when it was correctly positioned, reached behind to pull the strings on it tightly together. I turned and looked at myself in the mirror and my eyes went wide. The corset was cleverly designed. It pushed my breasts up and out, like beautiful DD offerings. It clinched my waste and just begged for rough hands to travel the length of it. The skirt just barely covered my ass, although covered was a loose term. Actually, the netting just gave the illusion of coverage when in fact, if you looked hard enough, you could see a lot through it. Paired with the stockings, I looked like a total slut. I gulped and went back to the bed for my choker. Fastening it around my neck I sighed contentedly. There always seemed something missing whenever I felt my neck bare. And while this was certainly not the same, I did love that feeling of having something constantly there, a reminder of him, his power, his control... just him. I had to giggle as I placed the headband with the ears atop my head. Yes it was silly, but very, very cute. Finally I reached for the tail. It had a little clasp on it to clip it to the top of the skirt and I fumbled with it for a few seconds. Next I went to the dresser to touch up my makeup. Most of it was already done but I hadn't decided on lip color and figured I'd choose once I was dressed. Looking at my reflection now there could only be one choice; I looked completely trashy and so, blood red it had to be. I coated my lips thickly with the red stick and put another coat of mascara on, knowing how much he liked it and stopped suddenly. This was it. I was ready. I was about to pick up the receiver and dial when I remembered the final thing. Running back to the bedroom I picked up the pretty pair of black and pink panties. I didn't usually wear them but today I slipped them on quickly and, with a gulp and a final nervous intake of breath, I picked up the phone to call for my cab. His Pleasure Ch. 02 The door opened silently and I poked my head out into the hall. There was no one around, and yet, I couldn't get rid of the gut wrenching nerves that viciously clenched at my belly. I wanted to pull on a large overcoat, to hide my body and appear average. But somehow I knew he would prefer me like this, nervous and exposed. It was now or never. Personally I would prefer never. I wanted to run back into the room and dive under the covers. One thing stopped me. If I did that, this would all be over; he would refuse to see me. This HAD to be done his way and I was NOT going to let him down. Taking a deep breath I raised my head high, straightened my back and pushed my shoulders back. I took a confident step out into the hall and held my little purse loosely in my hand. I turned and closed the door behind me. Walking down the hall my step almost faltered as I saw a middle aged, completely respectable couple walking down the hall towards me. The woman wore a twin set and pearls and the guy had on slacks, a shirt and a sports jacket. Oh crap. The woman's upper lip curled in distaste and the man's eyes went wide as they took in my appearance. Why is it that the floor never opens up and swallows you whole when you most want it to? I'd only gone a few paces from my room, it would be nothing to duck quickly back in and hide until they were gone. That fight or flight feeling kicked in and I was completely torn. The couple came closer and, unable to decide what I wanted to do, I did what I felt would make Him proud. I clasped my hands in front of my skirt, tilted my head to the side and smiled my prettiest smile at them both. Looking directly at the man I slowly licked my glossy red lips before blowing a pouty kiss at the woman. I skipped off down the hall, my heart racing and biting my bottom lip to stop a giggle from bubbling up my throat. Ok, so that was bad, but hell... If I was going to be exposed and humiliated then I was damn well going to enjoy this. I relaxed a little as I stepped into the elevator, even managing to hum a few bars of a song before the lift opened and... shit, the lobby was busy. Why had I pictured an empty lobby in my head? Wishful thinking? Naivety? Whatever the case I was royally screwed. Squaring my shoulders again and raising my head once more I stepped out into the busy lobby to be met with a plethora of facial expressions. It was fascinating really. The looks I got ranged from disgust, surprise, humor, lust, desire, curiosity and in one girls face, I saw a flash of understanding. That look gave me courage and I winked at her before making my way, proudly, to the front desk. The man behind it was professionally detached as I asked him about the cab I had ordered. He told me it was ready and out front. I turned back to face the room and I figured, what the hell? Walking slowly to the front doors I purposely rotated my hips knowing that my heels were making my ass deliciously sway from side to side. I took my time and made it as sexy as possible. I could already feel that my panties were wet. This embarrassing display was definitely turning me on as much as it was humiliating me. Flattening the skirt a little I eased myself into the revolving door and out into the sunshine of the city. There weren't many people out here and I was shocked to find that I was actually disappointed by that fact. Was I really starting to enjoy this? It was an odd and kind of disconcerting feeling. What exactly was I turning into? I shrugged. It hardly mattered. Whatever I was, I was his and of his creation. I smiled to myself as I leaned low to the window of the cab and tapped lightly on the glass once. The driver's eyes bulged in their sockets as he got a look at my getup. His eyes zoomed straight to my breasts, bulging out of the corset I wore. I pasted an innocent, coy smile on my face and fluttered my eyelashes at him. He pressed the button on his door and the window rolled down. I asked him politely if this was the cab for Kitten and all he could do was nod, his eyes wide. I smiled and, as instructed, opened the front passenger side door. As I sat down on the seat I made sure that my back was slightly turned towards him and that he got a good look at my ass as I did so. This was becoming more and more fun and as I thought about the man waiting for me, I knew he would be proud. I put on my seat belt, (hey, safety first right?) and squirmed down in my seat in anticipation of what was to come. The driver was pointedly staring out of the windscreen and I could see that his hands were gripping the steering wheel hard. Suddenly I felt powerful, in control and I knew where that came from. That strength, the confidence I was feeling came directly from Him and the knowledge that I was doing this to please him, to serve him. I innocently placed my hands in my lap, sitting in the way a little girl would and fidgeted slightly. I asked him how his day had been, if he'd been busy etc and his horse voice droned on for a few minutes. In the space of ten minutes I discovered that he was married, with two kids and lived in the city. As he started to tell me the irritants he'd been having with other passengers today, I glanced at the dash and realized that my ten minutes were up. I sighed as I realized my mistake. With this puffy skirt there was no way I was going to be able to do this sneakily. In putting my hand down there this short little wisp of a skirt was going to billow out and he would see everything. I hesitated for just an instant. Could I actually do this in front of this stranger I'd never met before? I thought of His eyes and a smile played lightly across my lips. Of course I could. There really wasn't a choice. Keeping my eyes trained on the driver who seemed to have visibly relaxed as we'd talked of mundane things I slid my hands slowly up my inner thighs. As soon as I got to the edge of the skirt, I took a deep breath and pushed my seeking fingers under it. As I had suspected the skirt lifted and my hands were still clearly visible. The driver didn't seem to notice at first and so, comforted, I continued. With my left hand I pulled the edge of my panties aside while two of the fingers from my right hand slid slowly inside. I stifled a moan as I felt my muscles clamped greedily down on the intruding fingers. I was genuinely surprised at how wet I was and within a couple of seconds, I could smell my pussy thick in the air around me. I think the driver must have been able to smell it too because he looked abruptly over at me. I shot him a coy smile as my fingers plunged in and out of my soaked pussy. My thighs were getting drenched and this man stared down at them for a few seconds. A dark light flashed in his eyes as I read the hunger on his face. It seemed an almost unconscious movement as his hand reached out to join mine. He must have felt like he'd just won the lottery... for all of two seconds. In a flash my right hand tapped his sharply and he pulled it away looking at me questioningly. As turned on as I was and as much as I knew that He wanted me to do this for him, He hadn't said I should let the driver touch me and I wasn't going to allow it. I knew who I belonged to. I winked at him as, on a moan I asked "So what got you into the taxi business anyway". He looked completely flummoxed and probably thought I was either a complete slut or a total cock tease. Well fuck it. Today I was both, for Him at least. As His face, His body and His cock flashed into my mind I moaned low, earning myself another look from the driver. I ground my fingers hard into my clit as my hips rhythmically bucked up into the digits that were still fucking my aching pussy. I wanted to cum so badly. I fucked my hands hard, making my pretty little cunt hurt. I could hear Him in my mind, "Harder Kitten" and I wasn't going to disappoint him. The seat beneath me was already soaked and I needed that release. Of course, I knew I wasn't going to get it and way too soon, my two minutes were up. I scooped the juices onto my fingers and coated my neck, my breasts and under my nose with them to the shocked look of the driver. Knowing I needed to follow my plan as well as His, I pulled my panties back into place, massaging the gusset into my soaking pussy. They were completely drenched in a matter of seconds. The driver was now looking at me with both extreme desire and a little worry. He probably thought I was trying to get him into trouble, poor thing. I could feel the blush creeping over my cheeks. Now that I was no longer lost in a haze of lust and longing, I could feel the embarrassment of what I'd done. I could smell my pussy even stronger than before and I greedily lapped at the juices that were still on my fingers. He pulled to a smooth stop and I hastily took some notes out of my purse and handed them to him. I briefly wondered if he'd be holding the notes to his nose after I left as they no doubt contained traces of my nectar. I grinned in triumph as I span on my heels, happy at fulfilling His task. I looked around the street not entirely sure where to go. American streets are a little confusing to a British girl who's never been there before. I was just starting to glance hastily around for clues when a movement caught my eye. My heart jumped into my throat as His eyes locked directly onto mine. His Pleasure Ch. 03 I looked around the street not entirely sure where to go. American streets are a little confusing to a British girl who's never been there before. I was just starting to glance hastily around for an idea of where to go when a movement caught my eye. My heart jumped into my throat as His eyes locked directly onto mine. I was frozen to the spot and all feelings of confidence that had built up during my journey here fled in an instant. I suddenly felt small, unsure and totally afraid. A lazy smile spread across His lips as he curled his finger towards me. Once again, there was no choice here and my body obeyed of its own accord. I stepped forward. I didn't feel sexy any more. I didn't feel slutty. I felt like a lost little girl who had no fucking clue what she'd gotten herself into. As soon as I got within striking distance he gripped a hand full of my hair and yanked me roughly forward. His cheek was against mine, his fingers still painfully wrapped in my hair, his voice low and gravelly in my ear he practically growled, "Hello little kitten, good choices. I love the look. You did well." I gulped and I swear I tried to make my voice work. I tried to greet him, to thank him but I could barely mumble the words. All my senses were in complete overdrive. He moved his head away from mine and considered me for a moment. "Don't worry about that kitten. The nerves you're feeling are completely normal and I promise you, they're only going to get worse as our day continues." He chuckled softly once before turning and walking into his place, pulling me along by my hair like a leash. I stumbled after him and, completely thrown off balance, I ended up on my ass on the floor. He grinned down at me before continuing so that I had to crawl after him. We entered a room. The walls were red; the place was homey and comfortable. He stopped in front of a black circular sofa and sat down on it. I knelt back on my heels as I watched him, my heart still in my throat. He smiled softly, his head resting on his fist as he asked me, "So little wench, what did you bring me?" I nervously got to my feet, suddenly worried that I'd made a bad choice but knowing that it was too late to back out now. I slid my panties over my hips, down my legs before I stepped out of them. Falling back to my knees I crawled to him and offered them up. "I brought you the result of your orders, Sir". I licked my lips as he took them and dropped my eyes down, rocking back onto my heels, worrying about his reaction. I heard him take a long breath as he inhaled my scent. I chewed my bottom lip nervously as I snuck glances up at him. I could feel his eyes on me, considering, watchful. The silence filled the air around me and I could practically hear the blood pumping through my veins, my heart was beating that hard. I was trying to work out if I should speak and what I should say when his hand suddenly gripped my hair and pulled me toward him again. I let out a slight hiss, not a complaint, just a reflex reaction to the sudden pain shooting through my scalp. He yanked my hair in a sudden tug pulling me closer and I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. "C'mere little girl", was all he said and I scrambled up, my only clue as to direction was his steel hard grip on my hair. And then, blissfully, I was in his lap. When I continued to look downwards, still afraid to meet his steady gaze, he yanked my hair back hard until my neck was bent backwards. "You did very well little wench. I love my gift; it was exactly what I had in mind. How did the cab ride go?" I started to tell him when suddenly his teeth were on my neck. That delicate column of pretty unblemished skin was suddenly ravaged by his seeking teeth. I felt him bite down hard, almost hard enough to break the skin, but not quite and I groaned low. His hand was between my legs, pushing my thighs apart and with no pre-amble, no warning or hesitation; he roughly shoved two fingers straight into my pussy and began to pump. I instantly arched to his hands, well, as much as I could with my neck and hair still at his mercy and he chuckled once, low against my throat. "Focus kitten. I asked you a question." I moaned as I tried to desperately unscramble my thoughts. There was something about a cab. I couldn't think. I needed to breath. What was I supposed to say? Then suddenly he yanked his fingers out and I heard a loud SLAP. Then I felt it. The pain jolted through my thigh and my brain focused. I cleared my throat but my voice came out throaty regardless of my efforts. "I got a lot of looks in the hotel Sir." He chuckled as his fingers dived back into my pussy. This time though I made myself focus so I wouldn't irritate him again. "I went out and got in the cab. The driver seemed a little surprised at my outfit Sir. He chuckled again as his thumb found my clit. I sucked in a harsh breath through my front teeth and my hips rotated against his clever hands. For a second my mind was completely lost to the ecstasy shooting through me until, with a start, I remembered what would happen if I didn't continue with his debrief. "I talked to him, just like you wanted Sir, and then when he seemed at ease, I slid my hand under my skirt and played with my pussy and thought of you." The gentle kiss he planted on the side of my neck was my reward for a hard job well done. I smiled and then gasped as he his fingers pinched my clit. He practically growled "and what did my girl let the driver do to her as she played for my benefit, hmm?" My body was writhing against his touch, my hips wildly pumping as his fingers ground painfully into my clit. I wasn't going to be able to hold this back for long but the tone in his voice had me anxious. I yelped as his nails dug into my sensitive little nub and I practically yelled "Nothing Sir, he tried but I slapped his hands away. That wasn't part of your instructions. I could almost hear the smile in his voice. "Very good, Kitten. You did so much better than I expected. You deserve a reward. Tell me, what would you like right now?" His fingers became gentle, almost teasing as he finished speaking and while his manipulations kept me close to the precipice, the pain dulled and died and his lips were tender against my throat. For one precious moment I soared on high. I was here, in his lap. I had done well and he was pleased. His mouth and hands played with my body and I felt that right now, in this place, my word could not get any better. And then a warning shiver flashed down my spine. He was being very, very gentle. He was offering me whatever my little heart desired and I didn't trust it. I hadn't earned this treatment. I mean sure, I'd done well and he was pleased. But I knew he planned to push me. I knew this kind of attention was not something he readily dished out so quickly. There was something else going on here and I needed to think fast. His fingers still played my body like a fiddle and logic was hard to reach. What was going on? Unable to grasp whatever it was I felt he needed me to figure out, I simply said the first thing that came to mind. My body still bucking wildly against his fingers, my breath coming in heaving gasps I ground out the words, "please Sir, fuck! Please I need to cum!" And then... his hand was gone and I was falling. I landed on my ass in a heap on the floor and he harshly grabbed a handful of my hair. Pulling my face close to his he growled at me... "You still have a LOT to learn Kitten, come with me." Using my hair, he shoved me roughly away from him and, standing, he left me sitting there. Confused, worried and horny as hell, I did the only thing I could think of. I got to my feet and I followed him down a set of stairs. His Pleasure Ch. 04 *** Note: This story began as a request from someone and I will admit, I've grown very fond of the characters and of the story. I'm still new at writing and would very much appreciate any comments and constructive criticism. The previous chapters are very short but help with the build up so you should definitely go back and read from the beginning*** * The basement was like nothing I'd expected. When he'd told me about the place I'd be spending much of my time in, I'd thought of bare stone, coldness; a stereotype right out of some trashy book or movie. I should have known better. He had far more taste then that. The room was big; it must have covered the entire underneath of his building. The floors were a rich, smooth hardwood. The walls were painted cream with the skirting boards and the single window pane also taken back to bare wood. There were shelves with numerous toys, a pedestal sink against one wall and a small fridge freezer in a corner. The middle of the floor was littered with large, imposing equipment and I gulped when I saw them. Now these things I did recognize from the movies. I was knelt in the middle of the room. While I'd been looking around I'd barely been aware of him. I was too caught up in my environment and in wondering what would happen next. But now I noticed him. He was stood, leaning casually against the banister of the stairs we had come down and he was watching me carefully. Under his scrutiny my face flushed and I felt the urge to fidget. What was he waiting for? The arousal I'd been feeling since I'd woken up that morning had faded into the background but it was still very much there. I wanted to get on with this. I needed to cum. It was what I'd asked for. I'd been very well behaved. He's asked that I play and that I not climax... and I hadn't. He'd asked that I put myself through many humiliating actions today, and I had. I'd done everything he'd asked for and he'd promised me a reward. So what was he waiting for? The silence seemed to be unending. He didn't move, didn't speak. He didn't even seem to blink. He just kept on staring at me, the look on his face unreadable. My eyes dropped to the floor in front of me and I wanted to hide from his gaze. There was something wrong here. His voice whipped the air between us unexpectedly. The single word that came from his lips practically lashed at my skin. "Stand" I almost jumped to my feet. I stood there with my arms folded across my chest; I fidgeted a little on my feet, rocking back and fore slightly. Ok... so this was it. This was where it would all start. "Put your arms DOWN Kitten and Stand Straight!" The command was another lash at my skin and my arms fell of their own accord to my sides while my body snapped straight as a board with about the same amount of tension. He walked toward me, his stride that of a jungle cat stalking its prey. He stood behind me and while I couldn't see him, I could feel his presence there like a white hot heat. I couldn't see the knife but I could certainly feel it's blade as he pressed it into the small of my back. I sucked in a sharp breath and I was about ready to bolt when his lips pressed against my ear and he murmured, soft as velvet "stay very, very still Kitten". And so I did. The knife stayed where it was and my breathing became labored as I struggled not to react. That cold that pressed against the back of my corset terrified me. What was I doing here? Why was I letting him put me through this? And more importantly, what had I gotten myself into. His lips where at my ear again, "Kitten, do you trust me?" I hesitated. If I said yes there was no telling what I was letting myself in for. If I said no, what would I miss out on? Did I really trust him? I didn't know, so I didn't answer. The blade bit a little further into my skin and I felt his teeth on my earlobe. "I asked you a question little girl. Do you trust me?" Crap. I had to answer him. So I picked the response I felt was the least dangerous right now "yes Sir." His laugh was lazy and mocking, "No you don't, not yet. That's smart Kitten, but you will." And with that he relaxed the pressure on the knife slightly and pulled it hard up my back. I felt the ribbons on the back of my corset give way and suddenly by breathing came more easily. I still didn't move, afraid to face him. And suddenly, black cloth appeared in front of my face and the world went dark. The Knife was back down at the small of my back and the sounds of tearing fabric once again ripped through the air. My skirt was finished. He pulled the remnants of the outfit I'd so carefully planned from my body and I heard it hit the floor. I was naked except for my stockings and shoes. "Don't move Kitten. Stay right where you are." I bit down on my lip and stood completely still. I felt him leave the room. When I say felt I mean, his footsteps barely made a sound but I felt his absence immediately. I could hear a clock tick and I began to count the seconds. How long would he leave me here like this? When I got to three thousand ticks I gave up. This was ridiculous. What the hell was the point in this? I was getting tired of jumping through hoops. My legs were aching from standing still for so long. Nothing was as I had expected it to be. Why was he fucking me around like this? Was it too much to ask for a little kinky sex after all I'd been through today? I didn't think so. I started to lose focus. I had no idea how long I'd been stood here or what time it was. I was feeling sleepy and I could feel my body begin to sway. I was struggling to stay upright, struggling to keep my body still when I felt his hands on my shoulders, steadying me. He pulled me gently to my right and after a few short steps, he pushed me downwards. I landed on something big and fluffy. I heard the sound from a tap and after a few seconds, a cool glass was pressed to my lips. I took a few sips of the cold water and the liquid soothed my throat. The glass was taken away and I sat there, blinded and disorientated. A finger traced languidly over the v between my legs and I whimpered softly. My hips rose to meet the questing fingers and just as they dipped mercifully between my hungry lips, they were gone. I sighed and sat still, waiting. This was all so confusing. I felt the chill of cold steal on my wrists and jumped at the sudden sensation. The click as the cuff was snapped into place had an imposing finality about it and my body was suddenly trembling. His voice came out of nowhere, "I know what you're thinking. It's only natural to be confused. After all, this is just a game right?" The cold from a second cuff stung my other wrist as it was attached. "You came here thinking I would be pleased and so fulfill your twisted little desires. Yet here you are, having performed your tasks magnificently and yes I'm very pleased but Kitten, it's time you learned little girl... this is NO role play and I am not here to fulfill your fantasies." With that I was yanked roughly to my feet by the cuffs on my wrists and dragged across the room. I stumbled but he didn't allow me to slow or to steady myself. It was pure luck that left me on my feet and had I fallen, I think he would have dragged me anyway. After a few seconds he stopped suddenly and I almost fell into the back of him. He chuckled and pulled and tugged at me until I was in just the right place. He pushed me back until I felt a thin cushioned seat at the back of my thighs. I sat down and waited. I heard him walk behind me and suddenly, I was being pulled backwards by my hair. Once he had me lying down on this uncomfortably slim pew like thing (I mean, my ass cheeks were spread either side of it and there was no way I was going to be able to keep my balance using just my toes) he pulled my arm out so it was stretched horizontally away from my body. I felt him connect the cuff at my wrist and heard the click as it was secured into place. He repeated the process with the other arm and while I hated being tied down so that I was no unable to move should I need to, I had to admit that I already felt more stable. I heard him doing something at the foot of the contraption he had me on and he raised my foot up into the air and bent my leg a little at the knee. Oh great, no I felt like I was on some kind of gynecologists table. My ankle was bound in what felt like a leather strap and left suspended and again, the process was repeated with the other foot. The position he had tied me in left me completely exposed and right now, there would be no part of my anatomy that he couldn't see. There was no way out, no way to free myself. My body and safety would remain solely in his hands. The thought was terrifying. His hand caressed my cheek and despite my fear I found myself nuzzling my face into his hand, instantly reveling in his touch. His voice was soft in my ear, soft but a little sad as he almost whispered, "Kitten, you remember the safe word you gave me in your email? Jelly bean? You may use it at any time. Don't be afraid to speak it. But know that if you do, I will set you free and you will have to leave here and never return. Do you understand?" I nodded and he continued, "We cannot go back, we can only move forward. We have already gone too far to return to what we were. Does this make sense to you?" I hesitated and chewed my bottom lip. Honestly, it didn't. I had no clue what was going on. He caressed my cheek once more and murmured, "I know Kitten, you will understand as we go along. Remember your safe word and its consequences." And then my black little world went still and quiet once more. I couldn't hear him move. I couldn't hear him breath. There was nothing. Had he left me again? Where had he gone? I fidgeted a little and as I did, I pulled on the cuffs at my wrists and ankles. They made a slight tinkling sound and I sighed knowing that it was no good. I started counting seconds again and when that got boring, I tried to focus on something, anything other than my exposed cunt and the way that the air, still as it was, made my pussy feel cool and a little tingly. I could feel how my own wetness was running slowly down to my ass. To lose access to your hands when you're hyper aware of your body this way is absolute torture. I wanted nothing more than to explore my lips and my silken heat with the tips of my fingers. I wanted to bury my digits deep inside of that hot little hole. The sharp slap of the soft leather thongs bit into my thighs and I cried out. I knew my sensitive skin would instantly redden. Another stinging lash landed on my other thigh in almost the exact same place and I whimpered. The fire spread across my skin as dozens of lashes followed all over my legs. The pain was intense and hot as each new sharp pain landed in a different place but covered the front, backs and inside of legs and thighs. I could feel the tears running down my cheeks as I begged and pleaded for him to tell me what I had done to deserve this. He stayed silent; the only sound he made was conducted through his flogger and translated on my skin. I pulled at the cuffs and that held me down and I opened my mouth to scream my safe word at him, to throw it in his fucking face. I couldn't take this. I wasn't made for pain. Sure, I'd heard of the pain sluts, of those who got off on this but I sure as hell wasn't one of them. Just as I would have spoken the word that would guarantee my freedom he changed tactics. This time, instead of using his flogger, he used the palm of his hand and instead of landing the blow on my legs; he aimed a hard slap directly onto my pussy. I practically saw stars. The pain was too much. I'd never had anyone hit me there and I was mad as hell that he had abused the vulnerable position he had placed me in. Just as I would have rammed the word he'd given me down his throat, his fingers played softly against my clit, rubbing in soft circles. I moaned, my anger forgotten, the pain from his slap mixing with the pleasure from this soft touch and I desperately tried to get some slack out of my bindings to grind my hips against his fingers. I couldn't and suddenly, he landed another slap on my clit, harder this time. Something strange was happening to me, because no, instead of getting mad, I could almost feel two different sensations. Sure, there was the burning sting of his slap but there was also the slow burn of sexual heat and desire. There WAS something in me reacting to this. Once more his fingers probed against my lips and I moaned low, whimpering and begging for release. He aimed another slap, catching my lips and pussy and I moaned louder, the pain fading almost instantly to give way to ripples of pleasure. My pussy hungered for more of his caresses or more of his fiery spanks, something... anything. And then, there was nothing. Like before he simply stopped. But unlike before this time I was tense and would up. My body felt like a tightly wound spring and I so needed to let go. But he left me there, panting heavily wondering where he was and what he would do next. The touch of the ice directly on my nipple made me scream in shock. In response to the temperature I felt my nipple tighten and clench until it was a hard little button. For the first time since he'd warned me about my safe word, I heard him. He gave a soft little chuckle as he held the ice directly onto my nipple. The sensation was too much, I couldn't stand it. "Get it off!" I practically screamed at him. "Why would I do that?" Came his lazy response. "I can't.. Argh.. stand it... please... FUCK... I don't WANT it on there!" He laughed low and his voice suddenly sounded dangerous. "Well that really doesn't matter anymore, now does it Kitten?" I couldn't speak. My teeth were biting hard into my lower lip and my back was arching upwards. "Ask properly Kitten." I had to grind the words out through my teeth. "Please take it off! Fuck PLEASE!" "No Kitten, It's getting better but you're not quite there yet. I think maybe you want more ice." The threat of more of this feeling on top of the icy hot pain that was flooding though me was too much and I begged, "No please Sir, please take it off!" He chuckled, murmured, "Good Girl," and took the ice away and my body fell back to the bench. My relief only lasted an instant before I felt another, sharper pain jolt though my nipple. It almost felt like he was biting me but the sensation lacked the heat his mouth would provide. I hissed a breath in though my teeth as the stinging pain intensified and the thing gripping me grew tighter. More ice was applied to my other nipple but this time, the sensation was not such a shock. I still flinched though and my yelp had a pleading tone to it. My nipple instantly tightened into a pleasing little bud and quicker than last time, the ice was taken away and the biting pain was applied and tightened as before. I felt pressure applied to each nipple and then there was a sharp tug. Light flashed against my lids as the blindfold was removed and he took my hair in his fist and held my head up. "Open your eyes Kitten and look down, I want you to see how pretty your nipples look when they're properly dressed." I looked down to see two clamps; I thought I remembered that they were called clover clamps, attached to each nipple. There was a chain at the end of each clamp and it connected my breasts. Despite the pain, despite what he'd made me endure I had to admit that they did look very pretty. "Now Kitten, you did do very well today and I offered you whatever you wanted as a reward. What was the first thing you asked for? Do you remember?" Of course I remembered. I'd asked to cum. Then he'd brought me down here and I'd fallen into some kind of sadist hell. There was no point to any of this beyond torturing and humiliating me. "I can see that you do Kitten, so be a good girl and answer me before I make your experiences so far seem like a pleasant stroll on the beach." I cleared my throat and said in a small voice, "I asked to cum Sir." He chuckled and nodded. "That's right Kitten you did. Before I give you your reward though, answer me one question. What is your purpose in being here?" Ok, now I was confused. The answer was so obvious there was no way in hell he could need to actually ask that question. "I came here to meet you, to play with you, to let you fuck me Sir and to fuck you." He nodded again. "Good answer Kitten. Now, when I say "good", I mean it's good that you were honest. Your answer is however, incorrect. You are not here to play with me. Nor are you here to allow me to fuck you or to meet me. Kitten, we've talked for a long time, about your limits, your fantasies, your hopes, your dreams, your fears. You are a submissive, but you're so afraid to let go. You fear the loss of control and so you treat all this as a rope play, something so easily cast aside and abandoned if it begins to feel too real." His fingers tugged at the chain and the pain flared back up reminding me of the clamps. His hand moved down my body softly stroking my skin. "You are not here to fulfill your fantasies with me. You are here to finally embrace all that you are and all that you've been afraid to be. You are here to serve and as part of that, you must learn that your comfort, your needs and wants come second. I will always take them into account Kitten but they are no longer YOUR priority. You will do ALL that I ask, all that I command. You will do it quickly, respectfully and to the best of your ability. When you think of what you want, it should always be connected to what will make me happiest, what will make me proud. Your fulfillment will come from that." I moaned as his hand dipped lower. "We make quite the pair, you and I. But unless you are willing to let go, unless you are willing to surrender to what you KNOW in your heart that you are, we can do no further." A shudder went through my body at his words. I felt suddenly cold, small and afraid. The terror that pushed its way through me now had nothing to do with knives or blindfolds or even whips. I recognized the truth in his words and I saw that I absolutely did not want to lose what I could stand to gain, but on the other hand, the idea of trusting someone so completely, of giving over so much of me was so much worse. He walked around the table and one by one he undid the clasps at each of the cuffs. He pulled me into a sitting position, walked to a small cupboard and took a pair of pants and a shirt from them. He put them on the bench beside me. Then he went back to a shelf above the bench and took a leather training collar down. He placed that on the other side of me. I couldn't take my eyes from him. Uncharacteristically, he wouldn't look me in the face. His gaze settle somewhere over my left shoulder. "You have before you two choices Kitten. On one side you have clothing. You may put them on and leave, be done with me and with any further experience we may share. You can walk out of here and go back to your life, trapped in your own fear and uncertainty. Or..." He looked directly into my eyes and his gaze smoldered into me. "You can accept the training collar and we can move forward. You will stay here with me. Understand this though Kitten, I will not fight with you. Submission is a precious gift and one that should be given freely. If you choose it then you will let go of your fear. You will give it to me and trust that I will never let it hurt you. Know that at times things will be very difficult for you, you have a long way to go yet and there is much that you don't understand. You won't always know what's happening, either through my actions or within your own mind and body." He paused and I fidgeted, my eyes blinked back the tears that were threatening to spill. This was all so unfair. His voice snapped my focus back to him as he continued, His Pleasure Ch. 04 "You will have to surrender all control and accept a place at my feet. That takes a lot of strength Kitten and only you can decide if you have it in you." His eye drilled into mine for what seemed like an eternity but in reality was more like a few seconds. Then he walked over to me. He Held my chin in his hand and kissed me long, deep and probing. My mouth was instantly pliant and yielding. His tongue caressed mine and without warning, became almost violent and possessive. He wrenched his mouth away from mine and whispered fiercely against my lips "choose wisely," and then he was gone. I sat, alone and my mind reeled in shock. I stared at the clothing first and then at the collar. I buried my face in my hands and started to shake. What was I going to do?