4 comments/ 7686 views/ 3 favorites Pillar Ch. 02 By: CaringAndDemanding Author's note: This is my first completed novel. While the plot isn't too complex, the goings on in the story are tricky, and with the help and dedication of a friend who reviewed the whole thing, I tweaked the crucial parts of the story to be better. I wrote this story to explore the main themes that are included in it. I won't spoil anything by going into what the second theme besides BDSM is, but it's always been my intention to write something enjoyable that hopefully makes my reader think about what he or she read afterwards. (While also being nice and hot.) So please, leave a comment that tells about your thoughts and opinions. I you have some relevant experience that the story reminds you of, by all means, share it with the rest of us. Voting I leave to your discretion, but I do want to remind you that if you enjoyed the story, giving it a good score will make it more likely that others will find it and enjoy it as well. CHAPTER TWO 1 The next morning Ruth woke up to the smell of coffee. Tom had left her a white cotton undershirt, on top of it lay one of his boxers and nothing else. It was comfortable, but somehow it didn't hide any of her curves. She entered the kitchen to find him reading the paper. He gave her a once over and smiled. "You look good in your uniform, Ruth." Blushing, she poured herself a cup of coffee and glanced over his shoulder to see what he was reading. He clapped his laptop shut, spun around on his bar stool and pulled her against him. "So what did you think of last night?" She avoided eye contact and talked into her cup. "It was so exciting. I've never done anything like it. In the restaurant, I couldn't stop wondering if someone would notice I wasn't wearing any panties, and with those toys in my pussy I felt strange, like I was different. My memory's a little blurry, but I'm sure I'd do it again and again." Tom smiled a quiet smile and listened to her, his hands folded on her back. "Doing what you made me do, trusting it would be okay... I doubt I could've done all that if I hadn't been so worked up. But I'm proud that I did. And then when I was kneeling on the floor, you have no idea what I imagined you would do. I wanted to look back at the chair so many times, just to imagine myself lying there." "How do you feel now?" "I'm a little tender, but I love how relaxed I am." "I'm glad you liked it. There's something about you that makes me want to tease you. I can't help it, you're just too much fun to play with." He took her chin in his hand and said, "Service isn't play though, and it'll take a lot more out of you. Your schedule's on the table. I want you to read it. I've also set up your online diary, the rules tell you how I want you to use it." Tom grinned as he watched her reading and rereading the schedule he'd put together for her. Her life would be very different, with him intruding on nearly every front. Would she give her life over to him? He thought she would. Would she keep it up? That was harder to foresee, but he hoped she would. The possibilities made his head spin. "I'm supposed to do all this?" "Starting tomorrow." "Starting... I don't know, Tom! I can't do all of this. I have a life." He raised his eyebrow. "What is your life right now? You work and then what?" "I hang out with Jenny and I go see a movie once in a while. I met you at a party, remember?" "You did, but it was a work party. Besides going out with Jenny or spending time on your own, what have you achieved that you're proud of?" She slumped down into the closest chair and said, "Do we have to do this now? I was feeling so good when I got out of bed. Let's not ruin this please." "No Ruth, I won't drop this. How long has it been since you felt alive like you did last night? I felt it too. That piece of paper, doing what it says, that will give you the life you've been waiting for." Ruth trembled and tears rolled down her cheeks. "Is that how you see me? Some boring wallflower that needs sprucing up?" "Oh Ruth, no." He got up and took her in his arms. She stood still in his embrace, her arms hanging down her sides. "I don't think of you as boring at all. When I saw you at that party, I discovered a beautiful, self-assured woman. When we talked I learned you're intelligent, witty and a pleasure to be with." He squeezed her against him. "I was surprised that you were single. I didn't understand. As I got to know you, I saw that inside you're a shy little girl. You need to feel comfortable and safe before you can show that girl to anyone." She grabbed his waist tight and hid her face away in his shirt. He rested his chin on top of her head and stroked her back to make her calm down. "You trust me enough to let me soothe you, but I'm asking you for much more. It boils down to a simple question: can you be strong enough to let me decide for you? I'm not saying it'll be easy. But imagine, no more wasted nights on the couch. I won't let you do nothing. You'll never disappoint yourself because you'll be too busy trying your hardest every day." As he spoke, Ruth sobbed into his shirt. By the time he finished, her whole body shook. Tom whispered small nothings to her. "You're fine, little girl. It's ok. Everything's going to be alright. Cry now, cry all you want. Shhhh, it's fine, you're fine. Let it out." "How do you know me so well?" "Not how, but why. It's simple, it always is. Because I want to. You're my little girl." His words put a faint smile on her face, and she rubbed her face dry on his shirt. Tom pet her on the head and said, "Let's have breakfast and take a minute to rearrange our thoughts." He plopped her down in the couch and gathered some fruits and bread before he joined her. Ruth sighed and shuffled over when he patted his lap and arched an eyebrow. He handed her the food, picked her up and put her on his lap, so she could nestle herself against him. Bits of fruit and bread made it to her mouth, but not all took the same route. The game got more playful and messy as it went along. Soon, Ruth's eyes sparkled again. "You always make me..." Tom shut her up with half of a banana. She shot him with what she meant to be an indignant look, but utterly failed to pull it off with the banana sticking out. For one long moment they just stared at each other before they burst into laughter. "You always make me laugh. I don't know how, but you always do. I'll trust you. The contract, the rules, I read it all so many times but somehow it didn't seem all that real. I have to do everything on the schedule?" He nodded. "It's the foundation for later." "Hey, I'm not a house." "That's true, no loose screws in a house." "I'll get you for that one!" A delightful tickling match followed, which ended with Ruth being ravaged on the couch. They spent that day at least semi-naked, having a casual bite and enjoying each other's company. In a way, it was their last day of being boyfriend and girlfriend. Starting the next day, they would be Master and servant in more than just name. 2 Tom smiled as he picked up his phone. He'd been expecting this call. "Yes?" Nothing but labored breathing came across the line. "You'll have to speak up, Ruth." 'Please, Sir, may I come?' "In a minute. How was your day?" 'I've been horny since this morning, I would like to finally be allowed to finish. It was much worse than yesterday, I can't focus on my job like this.' "That's a problem. Do you want me to solve your problem with extra training?" 'Yes, Sir. Anything.' "Good." 'May I come now, Sir?' "No, Ruth. You just asked me for extra training. I'm available right now. Stop what you're doing and come over here." He hung up the phone moments before Ruth screamed at the phone in pure frustration. *** Tom opened his front door and saw Ruth's blushing face. Her clothes were crumpled, like she'd put them on in a hurry. Her hair was messy and the look she gave him was filled with lust. He shook his head and clicked his tongue. "You're messy and you're wearing work clothes, Ruth. Coming here for training doesn't mean you can show up without proper grooming. I'll remind you later, come in." Ruth approached Tom with barely concealed hunger. She wanted him to do anything at all that would help her get rid of the tension built up inside of her. He sidestepped her and gave her a push towards the living area. "Undress and kneel at the coffee table." Eager to get started, she threw off her clothes. "Little girl!" Ruth froze with her hands on the buttons of her blouse when Tom's voice lashed out. "That is not how you undress properly." She tried to do it right, but failed to remember how the rules specified to take off, fold and stack her clothes, so Tom had to interrupt her again. "You can stop your fumbling. Just go and open the box on the table." The clear disapproval in his voice stung, and it ticked Ruth off that she made stupid mistakes just because she was horny. As she sat down she could feel Tom's presence behind her. She longed for him to touch her, but he hadn't taken a step closer to her or even tried to tease her. Her spirits lifted when she opened the box and found a vibrating egg, finally! The rest of the contents confused her, there was a pencil and a sudoku book. Her relief vanished and she looked up at him. "Sir, what am I supposed to do with this?" "Little girl, I thought you realized that training calls for different protocol. You speak when spoken to. You get permission to ask a question. Have you done so?" "No, Sir." "You didn't lie about having problems focusing when you're horny." The red on her cheeks deepened, and she struggled to keep her eyes from shying away from his. He noticed and took her chin into his hand, to make sure she couldn't avoid him. "Lucky for you, I have a solution. You'll put the egg in your pussy. I have the remote and I'll only use setting one and two of five. That way you won't be tempted to come. You wouldn't dare come without permission, would you?" She shook her head as much as she could. "All you have to do is solve three sudokus. I planned on two intermediate ones and a hard one, but I'll flip those numbers around. You need some discipline after all. I'll allow you to come when you finish all three puzzles, on the condition that you've made no mistakes. You can start. I'll be over there reading." He settled down beside a reading lamp, comfortable and absorbed in his book. Ruth didn't move for a while, until the egg started to vibrate inside of her. She moaned and swallowed. She tried to clear her head, but the sweet ache in her pussy kept distracting her and soon she drifted away on the pleasure the egg gave her. Her hands slid towards her nipples and pussy, even light touches felt incredible. She chewed her lip and rocked her hips against her hand with her eyes closed. Her eyes snapped open when Tom slammed his book shut. "Little girl! Are you incapable of following even simple instructions? You stray one more time and I will make you beg for the orgasm you seem to need so much. When I give you an assignment, you do it. I won't forget about this." "I- I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to..." "I know exactly what you meant to do. You have twenty minutes to finish the intermediate Sudoku. I suggest you don't test my patience any more than you already have. And address yourself correctly during training, don't make me remind you of every little thing." The egg picked up a notch and Ruth gasped, thankfully the intensity of the vibration lessened when she focused on the puzzle. She struggled to keep going. More than once she drifted off only to be rudely reminded of what she should be doing. Every time Tom racked up the vibe's intensity, it pushed Ruth right up to the edge but never over it. One more notch and she would explode, but it stayed of reach. Finally she finished the first puzzle and she told Tom, he checked his watch and said, "26 minutes. That's too long." She nodded, weary of what being over time would mean for her. "You'll have to do it again, under twenty minutes this time. I'll get you another pillow to kneel on, I can see you'll be here for a while." Ruth briefly hung her head down, but she didn't want to fail anymore. She wanted to solve these damn things. With a vengeance she set to beating the next one. Tom was much more active with the remote now, sometimes he even turned it off so he could make her gasp when he turned it on again. The second attempt took her 21 minutes. The third attempt took her 16 minutes. "Very good little girl, you're learning. Now the hard ones, I'll give you 30 minutes for those. If you manage that in time I'll reward you. I'll leave the egg on setting two. Good luck!" She gritted her teeth and tried not to scream. She wouldn't fail this time. She struggled on, threw numbers around in her muddled brain and slowly solved the puzzles. At some point during the last one Tom appeared behind her and played with her nipples. So unfair, she was never going to make it that way! But while he toyed with her body he encouraged her with little whispers. She fought with all her might to ignore her body so she could stay concentrated. With trembling fingers she wrote the final number down. "28 minutes. Congratulations, little girl. You did it. Come with me for your reward. I give you permission to come as much as you need." He led her into his bedroom and pushed her on his bed. He bent over, took her throbbing clit between his lips and held perfectly still. Ruth no longer dared to breathe. Tom turned the egg up to maximum and flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue, while he curled two fingers up in her pussy and rubbed the egg against her sensitive insides. Ruth screamed, but she didn't hear her own screams. All those long minutes of built up pressure crashed down on her and flooded her with pleasure. Tom didn't let up, he drew out her massive orgasm until he couldn't contain himself any longer. He claimed her then and filled her pussy with his hot, throbbing cock. Ruth made a strangled noise at the intrusion. Her mouth gaped open wide. Every time Tom bottomed out, he ground his pelvis against her, to stimulated her tingling clit. She lost track of her own pleasure, there was just so much of it. The orgasms she could make out were smaller than the first, but so delicious. She fell asleep soon after Tom finished, happy and utterly satisfied. 3 The next morning Tom had Ruth do her daily masturbation homework in front of him. The exercise was designed to arouse her, make her better at pleasing herself and did not allow her release. Once she was close he told her to keep going while he used her mouth. "You'll repeat this exercise right before your aikido class. I want you fired up. Charlotte doesn't accept anyone below her standard. I vouched for you, so you'd better make me proud." He grabbed her before she got in her car to leave for work, smashed her body against his and kissed her long and deep. He left Ruth leaning on the hood, her pussy throbbing with rekindled need. Work was okay, and she made up part of the backlog she'd accumulated in the past few days. Back in her own apartment she couldn't distract herself with work any longer. She saw herself in the mirror and noticed she was blushing already. She bit her lip and closed her eyes so she could keep her own hands under control. After a deep breath she undressed, outer layers to inner layers, bottom to top, neatly folded and stacked. She slid her hands over her skin, thought back to the morning and tried to imagine herself kneeling down and exposed to Tom. It had still been early morning and her mind had been cloudy. When he told her to kneel down and play with herself, she sunk down on her knees and slipped her hand between her legs like she was doing now. She could feel her own hands slide across her perky breasts and circle her nipples without touching them just yet. She felt the excitement coming back, the delicious feeling of being watched by her master, of having his eyes glued to her fingers. Tom had looked her straight in the eye when she first slipped two fingers inside of her. She remembered biting her lip for him. He liked it when she did that. It had given her a little jolt to see his eyes dart to her lips and she'd started playing for real at that moment. She'd been fully awake by then and sopping wet. One hand kneaded her breast as the other found the right spot, she arched her head back and moaned. She couldn't hide from him, he saw everything she did and how much she enjoyed it. Much quicker than usual she'd felt her orgasm rise, and she'd jerked her hand away from her pussy way too fast. He saw her jerk and freeze, but stopping wasn't an option for him so he slipped his hand between her legs and teased her asshole. She rolled her hips to push against his finger and kneaded her breasts, pushing them up into her hands. He slipped the tip of his finger inside her ass and wiggled it. She'd almost toppled over the edge when she'd viciously twisted her nipple and rubbed her clit hard with her other hand. The only thing that had prevented her from coming was his voice telling her to stop. After that he slid his hard cock into her mouth and ordered her to keep herself as close to coming as possible. He groaned when she used her tongue on him and growled that she should divide her attention. Sucking his warm shaft and teasing its tip distracted her enough to keep off her orgasm, while she fingered herself with three fingers. Faster, more intense. Her thoughts had turned mechanical, as holding back and not disappointing him at the same time became harder. Tom got close and put his hand on her head to warn her, it was a sign for her to let go of her nipple and push one finger in her ass. Tom came and filled up her mouth with his come, the sheer volume surprised her enough to save her from coming without permission. If she hadn't been startled, her hands would've made her come hard with his cock still spurting in her mouth. Alone in her room, she watched her own reflection, on hands and knees. Beads of sweat covered her skin. The need that burned in her pussy wasn't a joke. It would be so easy to come right now, and to make things worse it would be incredible. But he'd be able to tell, he knew how she was if she'd been satisfied. So she sat on her hands until she no longer felt like plunging them into her wet box. Beating on someone sounded like something she would welcome when she left her place. 4 Amused, Tom watched his girlfriend panting on the mat, exhausted. A boyish smile had lit up his face from the moment he'd entered the dojo. He turned to Charlotte and said, "Sensei, how was she?" "A complete beginner, but she seemed determined to get me. Like she needed to work off steam. All in all, she did well. I think she can learn." He laughed and shook his head at Charlotte's questioning glance. "Never mind, it's an inside joke. I can count on you for weekly private classes, and you'll admit her to the group class when you think she's ready?" "I'll take her on as a pupil. Will you come as a substitute attacker in some of the later classes? It's hard to get good practice without someone to throw around." "If you can make her capable, I'll let her throw me around. Now, let me take what's left of her home. I'll drop her in a hot bath and give her a nice massage." Ruth feebly struggled as he lifted her over his shoulder, but she stopped struggling when he slapped her ass and told her not to move. She fell asleep in the car and woke up down to her shoulders in steaming hot water. "Welcome back. How was your first taste of aikido?" Ruth opened her mouth to say something, but she changed her mind and let her head sink into the bubbles. That woman was worse than Tom, so much worse. By the time they'd gotten to the actual aikido part of the class she'd been exhausted, while her tormentor hopped up and down, keeping limber. Pillar Ch. 02 She resurfaced and groaned, wrung out. "She broke me, Tom. I won't even be able to open doors tomorrow. I feel like I've been mangled, stretched and thrown around." "Oh, you poor little girl. The beginning's rough, but it gets easier. Next week you start a second private class." "I don't want to hear it." She made a strategic retreat underneath the surface, but Tom thwarted her. He poked her belly and suddenly she was back up, sputtering. "Why'd you do that?" "You were being childish. I know you'll complain about it now, but you'll thank me later. I arranged for private belly dancing classes." She brushed her wet hair aside and smiled. "Belly dancing? I like that." "I know. When you finish soaking I'll give you a massage, and you get to choose a reward for all your hard work today. You've earned it, I loved every second of you flailing around. It was adorable." "Hey!" "Shush. Take your time, add some more hot water if you want. No need to hurry. Come find me when you've dried off. Think about what you want in the meantime." "I don't need anything special, Tom." "Anything that involves you is bound to be special, so you can ask for whatever you want." He left her to her thoughts, and she smiled at his last words, no longer bothered by her tired body. *** When she grew tired of soaking, Ruth went out to find Tom. He took her into a room she hadn't seen before. "Is this a special room?" "It's the playroom, you'll get to know it a lot better in time." Tom took her robe and guided her on to the heated massage table he'd set up. She sighed in pleasure and wriggled her body to get more comfortable. The moment he started kneading her thighs, Ruth let out an unladylike groan. Heaven. She sank deeper and deeper into a luxuriously relaxed state. He enjoyed working her supple body, and Ruth's repertoire of little moans and noises made it all the more fun to play. She didn't struggle when he flipped her around and brushed her pussy lips with his tongue. She stretched out her arms and ran her hands through his hair. "Come closer, Tom." Her moans changed as her need flared up. She tightened her fist in his hair as he took her higher and higher. A wonderful orgasm spread through her entire body like sunshine on an autumn day. Any tension she'd felt was blown away on a gentle breeze. Tom carried her over to the bedroom and spooned her, so it was easy to push inside her. He kneaded her breast while he teased her clit. They fell into a rhythm that didn't speed up or slow down. Their bodies writhed against each other and it was warm and nice. Ruth turned her head and kissed Tom, her hand rustled his hair. With their legs entwined, they moved as one and came together, pressing their body even closer together. "I am yours, Sir. And I'm sleepy, night night." Ruth drifted off to sleep. Tom couldn't help but smile and bury his face in her hair. His smile stayed on his lips as the warmth of the beautiful woman in his arms lulled him to sleep. 5 Nervous, Ruth straightened her dress for the umpteenth time as she stood in front of Tom's door. She was early, so she could ring the doorbell at exactly the time he expected her. Still, it was hard to wait outside with no underwear. The breeze played between her legs and cooled her damp pussy. She shivered and nipped her lip. Ruth hadn't come in the past four days now, not for lack of trying though. She was diligent and did all her exercises, with the significant difference that Tom hadn't given her permission to find release even once. Every time it had taken longer to calm down. She hoped that their week together wouldn't be more of the same thing. She would have to get angry, and she didn't feel comfortable with that. It was time. She squeezed her legs together as she rang the bell. Please don't leave me hanging for too long. Tom opened the door and pulled her mouth toward his, forcing her to stumble inside. The door shut behind her and he squashed her against it, trapped by his body. He forced her legs apart with his and trailed her thigh with his fingertips, looking for and finding no trace of underwear. Her rapid breathing stocked as his finger trailed between her pussy lips. After the cold breeze his touch felt like a warm balm. She moaned and spread her legs further, but he pulled back and stepped away from her. She opened her mouth to speak, but he covered her mouth to keep her from saying anything she might regret. "You've dressed like I asked you to. That's good. How about my other instructions?" Tom took his hand off her mouth and slid it down, just edging past her breast. Ruth struggled to understand his words. He was so close. His lips on her throat, and his hand travelled ever so slowly along her side. How was she supposed to find words to answer him with? "Yes." He abruptly pulled back and crossed his arms. "You will address me with the proper respect." "Oh. I didn't... I'm sorry Sir, I was distracted." "I'll distract you even more. If this will be a problem, well... Do you remember being draped over my lap? Imagine what it would be like to be spanked with no release. Is that something you want?" She quickly shook her head, her ass tingled at the memory of her last spanking. Don't remind me of that, please. Not now. "No Sir, I'll do my best not to disappoint you." "There's a good girl, let's see if you can do it. Remove your dress, neatly fold it and step away from it." Tom took her dress and left the room, leaving her standing there, unsure of what to do. She felt exposed, wearing nothing but heels. Her nipples hardened in the cool air. One hand slid over her ass as she replayed how it felt to be spanked. Lost in her fantasy, she missed her hand creeping forward to touch her eager pussy. Tom returned and stopped to watch his beautiful servant tease herself with a faraway look in her eyes. She had to be incredibly horny if all it took was a simple suggestion. He smiled as he walked up to her and grabbed her wrist in his hand. "Little girl, what are you doing?" Her eyelashes fluttered as she returned to reality. She grimaced as she realized her mistake. "I'm sorry Sir, it just happened. It's hard to keep holding back." "Since you're so set on doing whatever you want, I should clarify what disobedience will earn you. If you come without permission, I'll send you back home. It would make me very sad if I lost my opportunity to play with you for an entire week, so don't fail. Do you understand, Ruth?" "Yes, Sir." He released her wrist, and she quickly clamped her hands together. Tom took a light blue jar from his pocket and opened it, he dipped his finger into it and covered her stiff nipples with a cool cream. "Sir, what is that?" Tom shook his head as he put away the jar. "Little girl, why don't you learn? You need permission to ask a question. You know this. Turn around, take a step back, and lean forward with your legs spread and your hands against the door. Push your ass towards me." Tom ran his hands over her cheeks and kneaded the firm flesh. He tapped her ass, more for the sound than anything else. Each time Ruth clenched and pushed back a little. She was ready. He unzipped his pants and took out his rock hard cock, put it against her wet pussy and pushed in with remarkable ease. He closed his eyes as the welcoming, wet heat closed around him. His eyes closed as he enjoyed her insides and her inevitable moans when he kneaded her breasts. He never sped up his fucking. Every time, he pulled out until only his tip was left inside. Inch by inch, he edged his cock back in. Ruth pushed back against him, wanting more, needing release. But he denied her and pushed her forward, trapping her against the door with his cock lodged deep inside of her. He pulled her hips back a little and kept up his agonizingly slow pace until he stepped back. It was too soon for release. "You can clean me now." Dazed, Ruth knelt in front of him, took his cock as deep as she could and then cleaned the rest with her tongue. Assuming he wanted her to, she kept sucking him but he stopped her. "I didn't tell you to keep going. Stand up." Tom twisted her nipples to draw her attention there before he handed her a shirt of his to wear. She noticed a strange, itchy feeling, hot and prickly but also cool. She put on the shirt and followed Tom to the living room. Tom turned on the record player and poured two glasses of amandine. He offered her one, sat down and invited her to sit next to him. Sipping their drinks, they sat together and enjoyed the crackling jazz record and the smooth heat of the drink. Before long, Tom slipped his hand inside Ruth's shirt and tweaked her nipples. She pressed her face into his side as her body responded. Any notion of time faded while he played her to the rhythm of the music. Tom got up when the record stopped with a content smile on his lips. He took out the blue jar and reapplied the cream to Ruth's nipples. Next he pushed her legs apart and trailed her pussy lips with the cream. Ruth moaned at his touch and bit her lip, trying not to cry out in frustration. "Good, you're all set. This'll make you delightfully uncomfortable in a bit. Put your dress back on and freshen yourself up, we're going out for dinner. I know a great Vietnamese place with lots of spicy food that'll make you feel all hot and bothered." "Yes, Sir." She sighed as she set off to find her dress. Maybe she should just come in the bathroom so she could go home. This was torture, why would he do this to her? *** Dinner in the restaurant was a string of distractions. The food was delicious, a delicate balance between spicy, hot and refreshing. It woke up Ruth's senses, made her feel hot, and stirred up the subtle itch in her pussy and nipples. To make matters worse, a table with four guys having a business dinner had noticed that her nipples poked through the fabric of her dress. All this had led to her drinking too fast, and it made her painfully conscious of everything happening to her body. Tom had ignored her struggle and acted as if nothing was out of order. But he hadn't forgotten, evidenced by the jar of salve he had put in her hand right before he asked for the check. This one was red, why? What was different about it? His only answer had been a smile in happy anticipation of her torment. And torment it was. The salve from the blue jar was subtle, distracting and arousing her without her much noticing. It made her more sensitive, more open to stimulation. The salve from the red jar was a fire burning on her skin. It worked its way deep inside of her and lodged itself there. During the ride home Ruth couldn't focus on anything besides herself. Images of the men in the restaurant casting appreciative glances at her dress flickered in her mind's eye, making her pussy clench. Her breath was shallow as all her pent up desire from the past days, everything that had been kept simmering, boiled within her. She had to fight to hold back, even in the car. Maybe he would give in if she begged. But there would be no release, Tom pulled over when he noticed her squirming and bound her wrist together behind her headrest, teasing her at every red light. She begged then, but he didn't relent. Exhausted, she gave up on finding release any time soon. "We're back home. I want to play with you some more before going to bed." "Please Sir, no more. I can't..." She failed to complete her sentence when he nibbled on her nipple through the thin fabric of the dress. She moaned and pushed her chest forward as much as she could. Who cared they were still in the car? His hand slid up her inner thigh and found her pussy flowing with juices. He traced her outer lips and she gasped. She was very, very close to coming. It drove her mad how he crept closer and closer to her clit. He made a game of it, every time she made a move he pulled back his hand and started over at an even slower pace. It drove her so far that she strained to destroy her bindings, desperate to make herself come. She was beyond caring about being exposed. Please, now! Ruth screamed in anger when Tom just up and stopped touching her. "I'll keep your hands tied tonight, just to be sure. Tomorrow will be even more fun than today. Look forward to a great time." She tried to speak, but he put his fingers coated with her arousal on her lips, not allowing her to throw out something she would regret. "You have no choice in this matter. You can only give yourself to me. Endure and trust it'll be worth it." He kissed her then, smashing her against him, almost animal desire evident in the kiss. Ruth responded instinctively, her body against his, aching for him. When he released her, he was breathing as hard as she was. "Try and get as much sleep as you can. The more the better. Give me the red jar, I want to use it." "Tom, Sir, please don't." "Little girl, you're not helping yourself. You leave me no choice. I'll rub some cream on your asshole, as well as on your pussy and nipples." "Sir! Please, I can't take much more." "Sure you can, I know you can even if you don't believe it yourself. Do I need to gag you? I don't like listening to you complaining." "No, Sir. I'll be quiet." She lowered her head, resigned to a restless night. 6 Ruth woke to find her hands untied, the redness of her wrists had faded. A bottle of lotion sat on the bedside table. She slid her fingertips along the vague bruises and felt taken care of. If she tried to thank him for the kindness, all he'd do was smile and tell her to sit down and have breakfast. She stretched, but her body couldn't relax, as if a coil deep inside her had failed to unwind. Memories of the evening before popped up, and she groaned before heading out for breakfast. "Sleep well?" "Wouldn't say I did." "Still crabby, maybe even horny? Don't worry, I prepared something special for you. You should know what to do with the little blue jar next to your plate, and you'll figure what the thing I attached to your seat is for. I took my time making a big breakfast so make sure you enjoy it." Ruth pulled back her seat and saw a small but wide dildo attached to it with a suction cap. She closed her eyes and groaned. Was he really starting right away? Nothing to be done about it, she would show him she could obey no matter what he asked of her. She picked up the jar and smeared some of the cream on her nipples, they stiffened at the chill. Next she spread the salve over her pussy lips and her clit, spending too much time on her sensitive nub. She arched her back a little and allowed her mind to wander to Tom fucking her against the door. She slipped her finger inside, lost in her imagination. But even in her fantasy he never sped up, didn't allow her any release. She pulled back before she looked suspicious and sat down. The thick dildo filled her up and pushed all her sensitive spots. She bit her lip as she adjusted to the pressure. "You look great in your uniform, with your hair all messy and blushing so sweetly. I think you're beautiful." "Thanks. Why did you make this my uniform anyway? It looks like something to sleep in." "A simple white cotton undershirt, not too revealing while not really hiding anything either. And one of my boxer shorts, so I can see your legs wrapped in something that's clearly mine. Plus, it doesn't hurt your tush at all. I like the simplicity of what you're wearing." "Thank you, Tom." "You're welcome, Ruth. It's as much for your pleasure as for mine." She smiled at that, warmed by his delight in her. "Could you hand me the toast and the butter please?" A naughty smile came to his face as he shook his head. "Alas, I can't help you this morning. You'll have to reach out and get anything you want yourself. I'm too busy enjoying my cup of coffee, so busy. It's bad to start off a day so stressed, but that's the way it is." She arched her eyebrow and looked at the spread on the table. All her favorites were at the edge of her reach, she'd have to bend over the tabletop and then... Oh. "Am I allowed to leave my seat, Sir?" "Of course. As long as you remember to sit properly at all times. And if it's at all possible for you to lean forward, I would appreciate it if you did so." She saw his eyes sparkle as he delivered his all but innocent suggestion, and she glanced down at her cleavage. She answered him with a slight grin of her own and said, "Oh, I'll do just that, Sir." Breakfast continued the game of the night before. Each time Ruth stretched over the tabletop she made sure to give Tom a generous view of her breasts. Let him suffer a little. She paid for every little success though. She had to sit back down on the dildo, pushing and sliding it against her sensitive insides. Every move she made twisted something inside of her that made her freeze in the middle of having a bite. A puddle had formed on her chair by the time she finished eating. "Go ahead and shower, I'll clean up here. Before you go, I want you to wipe your seat though. I don't want any stains or smells." He laughed as she threw a crumpled tissue at him, which left her moaning on the fat dildo, powerless to stop his teasing. *** In the shower, the water was bliss on her tingling nipples. She cupped her breasts and kneaded the modest but sensitive humps. Time stretched as she allowed the gentle warmth to relax her. In her mind her soapy hands weren't her own. It was Tom touching and caressing her. He took his play a step further and slipped his hand lower so he could... She groaned as she barely kept her hands from her pussy. How many times had she played this game with herself these past few days? Being allowed to touch herself, but never to completion, somehow made it better, hotter. She could play at the forbidden and feel good about herself for resisting. Every time she played, the predicament that excited her got a little worse though. She toweled herself dry, dressed in her uniform and headed back to the living area where Tom stood waiting. He wasn't happy. "Tell me, how long has it been since you entered the bathroom?" "I don't know, Sir." "Ah, you don't know. I hope you can tell me how much time you're allowed in the bathroom." She clenched her hands and looked down as she shook her head. "Little girl, are you trying to make this worse for yourself? It's good you admit your mistake, but you answer me in full when I ask you a question. Stand up straight and look at me." She did as he asked, ill at ease with his displeasure. "I'm sorry, Sir. I was distracted, I didn't mean to forget." "Forgetfulness tells me you don't care. I'll discipline you for your forgetfulness and for hiding yourself from me. I trust this won't happen again." He sighed and got up from his seat, making his way to the bedroom. "You spent forty minutes in the bathroom while the rules clearly state you're allowed no more than twenty five minutes. If being horny makes you incapable of following even simple guidelines, then there's a lot of work for me to do. Come with me. You've forced me to change my plans. And take off your uniform, you're not deserving of it for the time being." It surprised her how much the thought of having to give up her uniform stung her. She tangled her fingers in the white cotton and followed Tom to the bedroom. "Lay down on your back in the middle of the bed and spread your arms and legs to the four bedposts." Ruth quickly undressed and folded her clothes. In no time, Tom secured all of her limbs, leaving her spread-eagled and in no position to avoid anything that might be coming. "Do you know why I haven't allowed you to come for the past five days?" "To test my obedience, Sir." "True, but it's only part of the truth. Your obedience will follow naturally from what we've set out to build between us. What I'm trying to make you understand is that you no longer have to struggle to find your own pleasure. All you have to do is obey me and trust that your needs will be met. Do you understand me, Ruth?" Pillar Ch. 02 "I think so, Sir." "Good, let's check if it's true. Describe your experience." "What do you mean?" "What was it like teasing yourself so much?" "I don't, I mean..." Tom put a hand on her cheek and kissed her lips. He squeezed her shoulder with his other hand. It calmed her down, made it okay for her to struggle for words and with feelings she didn't quite understand. "In the past... when I was horny, I'd take care of it quickly just to get rid of it. I didn't really enjoy it, not like I do now. You've given me homework, and I never imagined that it could feel so good just by myself. It's a gift from you. Every time I play, I think of you. It feels right you'd give me a sign I can come, as a reward for doing my best. "And these past few days have been another lesson for me. For all the different things you've had me do, I still rushed my pleasure. But now, no matter how much I wanted it and no matter how close I came, I knew that you wouldn't allow me to take myself over the edge. And every time, more and more, I felt I didn't want to spoil your gift. I knew that if you weren't there, smiling down at me, I wouldn't be able to let go and really enjoy myself." Tom's smile softened his stern expression. "You're such a smart thing. I'm proud that you understand so well. To discipline you, I'll do what I can to push you to the very edge and keep you there, hanging by a thread. Are you ready?" Her eyes widened a little at the mischievous look on his face and with a small voice she said, "Please, Sir, be gentle with me." He laughed and left the room for a bit. He returned with an oven timer in his hand. "Since you were so wonderfully honest and sweet just now, I've shortened your torture. I will set this timer to forty five minutes. If you come during this time, I'll be disappointed. You'll have wasted all your effort in restraining yourself up to now. "If you hold on, then I'll give you three hours of free time. You can choose whatever we do. I'm not unreasonable, so I won't make this any harder than it needs to be. It's your responsibility to warn me when you're getting too close. We need to help each other out." Ruth closed her eyes as she heard the series of clicks and held her breath when it stopped. Could she hold on for that long? She certainly hoped so. The room fell away as Tom focused on bringing her pleasure. He wanted to show her how the rise and fall, the tide of desire can be so much more profound than the explosion that is an orgasm. His first touches were light. His hands hovered over her skin, brushing along invisible, downy hairs. Occasionally he would bump into her, a soft contact that sent ripples through her. He let his fingers linger close to her nipples and Ruth arched her back, she wanted to feel his touch on her rock hard, tingling nubs. But he didn't relent, all she did was exhaust herself. His fingertips left a trail of goose bumps on her skin as he travelled from her breasts to her sides, over her flat stomach, along the swell of her hips and calves to tease her feet and then creep up along her inner thighs. His touch woke up her skin and made her writhe with desire for a firmer touch. She tried to plead, tried to arch her body in the most pleasant position she could, but he ignored her. He stopped to give her a breather and said, "An orgasm is selfish, closed off. The sheer intensity of it doesn't allow you any attention for the one who gave it to you. The rise towards an orgasm is the true joy of sex. "It's impossible to be unaware of the lover pleasuring you even if it becomes hard to tell what's going on. There's always that presence, that touch, that smell. When you rush things, you get something you think is good because you don't know any better. Please, remember this. It's what I want to teach you." He ran his finger across her cheek and she felt his devotion to her in that touch. There was no other choice but to submit, humbled by his eagerness to give her what she needed. She would gladly obey him, in an attempt to repay such a fierce love and willingness to serve. When his fingertips left her skin she looked up at him, feeling suddenly abandoned. Her body shivered when she saw him take of his clothes, showing her his rock hard cock. She spread her legs as far as she could, eager to receive him. Relief and desire flooded her when he settled in between her inviting thighs. She groaned as he slid his shaft along her slit, its heat radiated outward. His hands kneaded her breasts as he slid his cock up and down. She fucked her hips against him and edged closer to a quick orgasm. He leaned forward and covered her with his strong body. He kissed her throat and whispered to her. "You have to endure, you have to fight. Trust me, little girl. Obey me." His words pulled her back from the haze she was in, and her senses felt awakened. She could feel his touch much more clearly now. She moaned when he moved again, breathless. Her moans got higher pitched. She almost toppled over the edge when he pinned her down to the bed with his hips and forced her to stop rocking her sopping pussy against him. He pushed his knees under her legs, locking them into place and freeing up his hands to play with her breasts. He toyed with her as if she were his favorite plaything, twisting and rolling her sensitive nipples, pulling and flicking the stiff nubs. It set off fireworks inside of her, each sharp sting sent a tiny explosion of the purest pleasure rushing down to her core, pushing up against the dam she had thrown up. He leaned forward and kissed her. She returned his kiss tenfold, and it turned into a thing of passion, leaving them both breathless. "Ten more minutes Ruth, just ten more minutes." He kissed her again and as he did he fed his cock into the wet oven that was her pussy. They groaned together, like old ships in a storm that would be their last, tattered and beset from every side by towering waves. Once he pushed all the way inside of her, he stopped. He hadn't told her, but he'd been holding back for as long as she had. If he moved even a little, her incredibly warm and eager pussy would shatter his restraint and make him ride an amazing orgasm together with his beautiful servant. He forced himself to pull out, and a shiver ran through him at the effort. He lowered himself along her body, leaving kisses in his wake. Ruth whimpered at the cold, the abandonment. She screamed and begged him to spare her when his tongue licked her pussy. She would fail and disappoint him if he got anywhere near her clit, the slightest touch would set her off now. But he knew her well and stayed where he was, nibbling on her and giving her agonizing pleasure. Ruth trashed against her binding when he circled her asshole with his thumb. The nerves fired like mad, adding to the roiling sensation inside of her. Her resistance crumbled, and the pleasure threatened to crash over her defenses. She begged. "No, no, please. No more, I can't go any longer. Tom! Stop! It's too much, stop!" The clock rang and Tom pulled back, loosened the ties around her legs and crawled up the bed to loosen those around her wrists. They were both panting, thoroughly unsatisfied. And still, when she could manage them, Ruth's first words were: "That was incredible. I'm almost afraid to think what would've happened if I'd come. I think my eyes would've popped out of my head." A soft laugh came from Tom and he pulled her closer to him. His still hard cock was a hot reminder of his arousal. "You'll know soon enough Ruth. Imagine all you frustration released at once. When it finally comes you won't be able to speak or even breathe. I'll be left with a moaning, coming puddle of woman." She couldn't answer him, the reverberations of his words within her were too strong. He expected to make her feel more than she could imagine. She didn't doubt him. Her pleasure was his. Tears of joy and frustration ran down her cheeks as she hid her face in the crook of his shoulder. She hadn't known, hadn't realized how much he already owned her. But she did now, and she clamped her arms around him. The realization of how far he was willing to go for her was all the gift she'd ever need. She whispered, "I'm yours, Sir." His arms tightened around her and she smiled, her shoulders shook a little as she wept. *** Tom missed the fourth hole for the third time in a row and was irritated, muttering to himself. "Mini golf, really? Of all things. Get in. The fucking. Hole." Ruth grinned at seeing him annoyed, not in the least because despite her gratefulness she still felt good at getting a little payback for what he was putting her through. "I'm happy with my choice. You can't do anything to me with kids around." He turned when he heard that, with a triumphant look on his face. He'd been hoping for a slip like this. She could see it in his eyes. Her stomach sunk when he took a small red jar from his pocket and tossed it to her. "Maybe I can't, but nothing's stopping you from doing it yourself." He nodded towards the canteen. Her heart beat faster, she locked her trembling fingers over the jar and made her way to the bathroom without a word of protest. Nothing had happened and still she was drenched. She felt relieved when a minute or two after putting the cream on her nipples and pussy, nothing happened. She put some on her clit as well. When she got back outside she tossed the jar back to Tom, took her club and nailed the hole he 'd been struggling with as she wiggled her tush at him. Tom grinned. "I can see from the look on your face you don't realize in how much trouble you are." "Trouble? Why would I be in trouble, I did what you told me." "Let's just say the cream I gave you is different. I have a set of red ones. The first one I used was the mildest one because it didn't have a numbing agent. If it has, that means that more exciting stuff has to be added for the cream to work. So you might not feel anything right now, but the longer it takes for you to feel anything, the harder it will hit." He laughed when he saw the dismay on her face. Tom pulled her body against his and kissed her. "Endure, little girl. It's not for you to take what's mine to give." They finished up their game, and Ruth got more nervous as she continued to feel nothing. On their way home, anticipation built inside of her, and it pulled her attention inwards. Tom was happy to let her simmer and come to a slow boil as the first tingling sensation marked the start of her newest bout of torture. He pulled the car over to the side of the road and whispered into her ear, "If you don't keep your hands behind your back until we get back home, I'm cuffing them behind your back and opening your blouse for anyone to see." Her answer was choked as she squirmed in her seat. The tingling picked up, and it kept getting worse, much more intense than the night before. She desperately wanted to fuck her quivering pussy with anything she could fit inside it while she rubbed her clit so fast her hand blurred. Her hips bucked and gyrated and the slightest movement of the car pushed her closer and closer to the edge. She was losing control. The only thing holding back her orgasm was the effort to keep her hands behind her back. "Open your legs as wide as you can." Ruth moaned as she imagined Tom fingering her here in the car while anybody could see her face rapt with pleasure. She begged him for his touch, but he didn't give in. Even once would've been enough to set her off. Her poor body was too sensitive to withstand anything more. She pumped her hips in the air with her eyes squeezed shut as she fought the pleasure with all she had. Back home Tom tied her to a chair with her hands behind her back and her ankles tied to the chair legs. He left her to reap what she'd sown and cooked until she settled back down, exhausted to the bone. He untied her when she got restless and plopped her in his lap so he could feed her bits of food. She relaxed and cuddled up to him. "How are you, Ruth?" "I'm tired." "Too tired for what's coming?" She balled up a fraction more and shook her head. His hands wandered her body, and he slipped one hand between Ruth's legs. He brushed her pussy, and she moaned and pushed forward to feel more. He kept stroking her thighs as his free hand slipped under her shirt and closed around her naked breast, he whispered "Sixty minutes, can you give me that?" She looked up at him with a look that told him she'd do what he wanted her to no matter how hard it would be on her. He could see tears in her eyes at the thought of lasting that long. The sacrifice he saw in that single look made him harden his resolve to repay her tenfold. He slipped two fingers inside her hot pussy, curled them and stroked her soft folds. Her moans grew louder as she responded. She let out a pitiful cry when he pulled back, took her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He put her down on the bed and told her to undress. "Turn over on your belly. Before we start, I'll discipline you for spending too much time in the bathroom. You spent fifteen minutes too long in there. I expect you to count your fifteen strikes. Thank me loudly and clearly. Understood?" "Yes, Sir." "Louder, little girl." "Yes, Sir." He kneaded her cheeks, hungry for the feel of her flesh in his hands. She was amazing. The curve of her incredible ass, the satin of her skin. And she was his to tease. He grazed her cute little asshole with his thumb as he kissed her cheeks. But he couldn't indulge himself so he stepped back. Ruth gasped when the first hard spank landed on her left cheek. The sting shot through to her pussy and she drove her pelvis downwards and ground her clit on the duvet. Her voice was hoarse as she said, "One, thank you Sir." "Louder, I want to hear you." "One, thank you Sir!" The second slap hit her as she said Sir and her cry stretched out into a groan. "Two, thank you Sir! Three, thank you Sir!" Tom was near the end of his patience and the blows followed each other rapidly. After the final strike he roughly kneaded Ruth's ass. He had to fight himself not to take her, thrusting against her glowing red ass. "Do I have your attention, little girl?" "Yes, Sir." "Good. Because I lied about you having to wait any longer." Ruth was still processing his words when he flipped her over and thrust his cock into her slit. He ground his hips into hers, trapping her clit between their warm bodies and sending her over the edge. She screamed and her convulsions locked Tom in place. His arms trembled as he held back his desire to fuck her through the bed. Her pussy pulsed over and over around him as she clamped her arms and legs around his body. When she finally opened her eyes, she looked up at Tom, awestruck. "It's far from over, Ruth." She shook her head, unable to speak, unbelieving there was more waiting for her. But there was as Tom unleashed his own frustration. He could no longer think about what he was doing. Their sweaty bodies slapped against each other. The swell of her breasts pushed against his chest. His fingers grasped the firm flesh of her ass as he fucked her. Ruth was driven close to hyperventilation as he wrenched a second orgasm from her, this one more mindboggling than the first. Tom didn't slow down this time, he buckled his feet on the floor and fucked through her resistance. There was no rest for Ruth, tears streamed down her face as he forced her body into a prolonged climax. He was getting closer now, and he stood up and pulled Ruth up with him. He fucked his hips upwards as he lifted her body up and down on his shaft. Ruth couldn't speak anymore, couldn't beg him to stop. She had nothing left. The air was driven from her lungs as Tom squashed her against the bedroom wall and slammed into her. He roared as he came, spurting a huge load deep inside of her. His legs collapsed under him, and he pinned Ruth against the wall, still impaled on his softening cock. They were both out of breath as they clung to each other, unwilling to increase the distance between them by even the smallest measure. It felt right to bask in this incredible glow together. Tom was the first to speak. "In the end, it maybe lasted fifteen minutes." She held a straight face as she answered him. "Totally worth it." Tom laughed and Ruth giggled along with him until they both had a full blown laughing fit. Still giddy, Tom threw her back on the bed and took her again. They fucked until they couldn't go again that night, rutting like animals starved for each other. 7 The next morning, Tom popped his head in the bedroom and said, "Ruth, be ready at the door in thirty minutes." Tom shut the door behind him before she could protest. Her body weighed a ton as she tried to get out of bed, still wonderfully satisfied from the night before. With a faint smile at the stiffness in her thighs she remembered how she'd ridden him the night before, how he'd pushed her to go faster. She'd collapsed after coming, and he'd rolled them around and hammered her into the mattress. And then there was... It had been wild. She noticed the clock, she had to hurry. Tom was looking at his watch when she showed up with one minute to spare and nodded. His eyes roamed her body and took in the details of her subtle make-up, the colors of her dress and her jewelry. "You look great, Ruth." She beamed him a smile only a sated woman can pull off, and he pulled her in for a playful kiss and a quick hug. "Change into flat shoes, today will be a long day. I want to visit some stores with you. We've been over your wardrobe at home, so you should have an idea of what I like. By the time we're finished, I'll expect you to remember my tastes for the future." Ruth opened her mouth, but he held up his hand to prevent her from protesting. "Look around and pick up anything you think might please me. I'll do the same. After you give one of the store clerks your sizes, I'll have him or her join in. You'll try on everything that I approve of. Keep in mind what you already have." He slid his open hand under her chin and lifted it so she couldn't avoid his eyes. "You're free to say you don't like a piece of clothing, but let me be clear about this: you don't decide whether or not something passes. Do you understand what I expect from you today?" "Yes, Sir." "Any questions?" "I don't think I need any new clothes, Sir." "I disagree, you don't seem to realize the impact appearance has. Clothes cultivate an image. It guides people's responses to you and by extension to me. A woman wearing the right clothes is always more beautiful than that same woman naked because the imagination makes everything so much more fun than it is in reality." He ran his fingers over her thin shirt, waking up the skin underneath. "Beneath a layer of soft fabric a woman is perfect, and she remains that way, even if she has terrible scars. You're a natural beauty, Ruth. A woman that'll keep turning heads as she grows older. I want to show that off in the best possible way. In part because of image, but in all honesty it's just as much because I enjoy looking at you. Any more issues?" "No, Sir." "Good, let's go. I'm starving." *** Ruth plopped down into the passenger seat, her feet hurt and she was sick and tired of shopping. Tom had ferried her from store to store, never leaving her any time for some aimless strolling. Two shops before this last one she'd thrown in the towel and she'd showed up at the fitting booth empty handed. The look Tom gave her turned her right around. He had made sure she noticed the shoe horn he put on top of their purchases. The trunk slammed shut. Tom got in the car and sat down in the middle of the back seat. "Ruth, join me here, take off your skirt and panties and drape yourself over my legs."