2 comments/ 16712 views/ 0 favorites Story of Lust By: izsel When you called me tonight, I was delighted to hear your sweet controlling voice. "It is time." That is all you said. I got the baby-sitter and left to meet you at the hotel. I wanted to get there before you so I could be in my submissive position before you came. I knew that you were traveling from an hour away, so I knew I had time, but still had to be quick. I grabbed my night bag. Now, my night bag, I had in my closet for a few weeks, waiting for when you said it was time. I got to the hotel and left an extra key for you. When I got into the hotel room, I threw my bag on the bed and started to get the room ready for you ... for us. I pulled the covers off the beds and turned out all the lights. In my bag, I got two large candles and my lingerie that I knew would please you, my Master. I pulled the curtains shut and turned the air conditioning on high. It was cold outside, but I knew it was going to be hot in our room. I put my erotic CD into the CD player. I swayed to the music, imagining my sweet Master, binding me to the bed. "Ring, Ring" The phone was ringing. God, who could it be, "Hello?" ... "It is time." And then there was a click. Oh my God! Master was here. I looked frantically around the room, double-checking to make sure I had everything in place. I looked in the mirror. Oh shit! I hadn't changed! If I wasn't changed, I surely would be punished for not being ready for my Master. I grabbed my over night bag, rummaged through it, found my lingerie and threw the bag in the closet. I ran to the bathroom, stripped my clothes off and carefully put on my black teddy, garter belt, stockings and black steel tip high heels. Took one last look in the mirror, fixed my hair and make up. Then I thought I heard something in the hallway. I stood completely still, straining to hear any movement. The silence was so loud that it was bellowing in my ears. "Move, Dawn! Move!" I heard my voice screaming in my ears. Suddenly, I heard the door. I grabbed my clothes. I ran into the room between the two beds and sat on my knees, head down and threw the clothes under the bed. I felt my heart beating through out my entire body. The tip of my toes thumping, my fingers thumping, my pussy thumping. Thoughts ran through my mind. Did I light the candles? Yes. Are the curtains pulled? Yes. Are the beds ready? Yes. Is the air on? Yes. Did I turn the light out in the bathroom? Just as I thought that the door opened and then shut. I was shaking, my breathing so rapid I thought I would faint. Then I heard it. Click! Shit, I did forget to turn out the light in the bathroom. This, I will be punished for. "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. Already you disappoint me, slave." He walked over to the first bed and threw his large suitcase on it. I could only imagine the equipment he had planned for me. And now, already in the game, I fucked up. I can't believe I forgot to turn off the fucking bathroom light! I try so hard to please my Master. I will do what ever it takes now to make up for that. He walked around the room taking in deep breathes, smelling the sweet scent of the candles I had lit. "Very well, slave. You have impressed me with your work. But, because of your slip up with the light, you will be punished." He stood behind me now. So, close I could feel his pant cuffs tickling my ass. I can't move. One movement will cause me to be punished further. "Before we start, what safeword are you using today?" This was not my first time with my master and he knew which word we always used. I think he just liked to hear it because I only ever used it once, and hearing it gave him more power. I tried to speak, as I found my voice, I could feel my pussy start to pound. "Christmas." I whispered. He grabbed my hair and pulled my face up so I could look into his eyes, "I couldn't hear you, slut!" ... "Christmas!" I yelled. Still holding fast to my hair he said, "Stand, slave, I want to see what belongs to me." I stood up, head down. Slowly, he let go of my hair and started to walk around me. "You look captivating! It is so good to know that I have a slave that obeys me as well as you." .... "Master, I do it all for you." I felt his strong hand on my chin, softly lifting. Still looking down, he said to me, "You may look at me slave." Those words pierced right through me. I could feel the heat between my legs begin to become hotter. I looked into my Master's eyes. Those eyes, so blue, so magnetic. He looked into my eyes, looking for something. What was he looking for? When my master looks into my eyes, he can see my very soul. It's as if he knows what I am thinking and feeling. His look made me want to look away. I couldn't tell if he was pleased or disappointed. If he was hungry for pain or pleasure. He must have seen my unyielding desire to please him, though because he grew closer and inhaled my scent. "Turn around and kneel." I did as he commanded and resumed my submissive position. I heard the zipper of the suitcase. Oh God! It has begun. I wanted to look to see what he was getting to use on me, but I knew not to look. I felt something soft on my back and then I felt the softness across my eyes. He was blindfolding me. He tied it tightly across my eyes. "Can you see?" ... "No, Master. Thank you." He pulled me up and led me to the second bed. When you are blindfolded your other scenes become more vivid. I could hear him walking away. I could tell that he was going toward the kitchenette. The refrigerator opened and then shut. The steps got closer. "Clink, Clink." What was he doing? Was that ice? Then, he shook the glass that had the ice in it by my ear. I jumped. He leaned down, I could feel his breath on my right ear. "Do you know what I have in my hand, slave?" ... "Ice, Master?" ... "Ah, you do listen well. Put your hands over your head." I did as he commanded and I felt the cold grip of the handcuffs close around my wrists. He took hold of the chain that held the cuffs together and began to tell me what he was doing. Fear entered my thoughts as he began to tell me what he had in store for me. "First, my beautiful slave, I am taking these ropes I have in my hand here and tying each one to each one of your delicate ankles. Then, the third rope, I will tie on to the cuff chain and on to the bed posts." My thoughts racing, my breath quickened and this incredible heat began to burn in my now wet pussy. As he tied the ropes around my ankles, I felt the burn of the rope cut into my skin. I knew not to move or it would cut deeper. Groans of pleasure and of pain escaped my parched lips. "Oh, you do look so beautiful tonight. I am rather disappointed that I have to punish you. I thought by now, you would have learned your Master's ways." "Master, you know what is best for me. I will not fail you again." After that he didn't say anything and I didn't hear him walking. He must be standing beside me. "Listen, Dawn, listen for his breathing!" I thought to myself. I strained to hear, but heard nothing. Where did he go? I wanted to call out, but knew that was a law not to break. I was scared and my breathing became quick. I turned my head left to right to see if I could sense him. Nothing. I started to squirm around the bed. "Ooouucchhh." I whispered as the splinters from the rope gouged my ankles. It was no use, unless I was planning to cut up my ankles. I heard the ice is the glass shake in my ear! I became stiff as a board and held my breath. I knew it was my Master, but still my thoughts turned to uncontrollable fear. Splash! A drop of water from the ice fell on my lips. I licked my lips and opened my mouth for more, slowly letting my tongue escape the warmth of my mouth. Splash! Another drop on the tip of my tongue. "Oh, thank you, Master." Splash! This drop landed on my check, too far away that my tongue could not reach. Then I felt the coolness of the ice cube on my lips. I sucked and licked the ice for all it's juice. As it got smaller, Master slid it down my chin, and a drop of ice cold water raced down my neck and on to the pillow beneath me. He continued with the trail of ice to the hallow of my neck and around my heaving breasts. He stayed at my breasts, almost mocking them as he let drip after drip of that cold water splash onto my hard nipples. I felt his breath as he blew cool air onto my nipples, I arched my back in pleasure, in an instant his hand was on my chest forcing my arched back, flat again. His lips got very close to my nipples. His breath so warm, it was almost as if I could feel him. I squeezed my pussy together, trying not to get too aroused by his teasing. But, I was so wet, I could feel it start to slide down my ass check, toward my rose bud. The ice cube was all gone and he went for another ice cube and I snuck in a quick sigh of relief for that small second. Splash! Ice cold water dripped into my belly button. Splash! Again and again until the water spilled over and down my side and onto my back. He began to drag the ice down to my hips and into my inner thigh. A quick breath in and a soft moan escaped me. "MMM, you like that, slut?" He put the ice back into the glass. He grabbed my inner thighs and pushed them apart. "I want to see how much you like it, my fucking slave! Oh, look how you glisten in the candle light. You are so beautiful." He got so close to my pussy. Feeling his breath and then very softly I felt his lips touch my lips. He inhaled deep. "I love your scent." His words vibrated off my lips, making me shake and deeply moan. "I love you, Master." "Did I ask you to speak, slave?" As I answered back to him, he leaned away from my pussy. "For that, you will not get the gift I was going to give, you will have to earn it back with the lashes that I give." "Thank you, Master." Those words, I did not want to say. How many times was I going to disobey my master this evening? He walked away and I heard him go back over to his suit case, fumbling through, disagreeing with himself on which tool to use on my disobedient body. Finally, I heard him laugh, and I knew that he had found what he was going to use. I was scared. I was thinking about the safeword, "Christmas". "What was your first mistake, slave?" "That the bathroom light was on, when you entered our room." "How many lashes do you think you deserve?" "Master, that is your decision, one that I cannot make. As many as you wish that I receive, Master." "And how many lashes do you think you deserve for speaking without being spoken too?" "Master, that is your decision, one that I cannot make. As many as you wish that I receive, Master." "Very good answer, you will be rewarded for answering correctly, but you still need schooling in obedience." "Yes, Master, you know what is best for me. Thank you, Master." The words I spoke flowed out of me as if it were just breath escaping my chest. But, the energy building inside me, was starting to drive me crazy. My Master leaned down toward my ear and whispered, "My beautiful student, know that every time this touches your skin, it is a kiss. And with every kiss of this leather that will bring you pain, I will then afterwards, kiss you with my ever gentle lips, bringing you pleasure." "Thank you, Master, I trust you completely." There was silence. I am sure he was thinking where he was going to whip me first. Inside I was squirming. My heart racing with fear, with desire. I was screaming on the inside... the waiting was torture all on it's own. My Master knew this. Then I felt the soft tickle of the leather gliding over my breasts, down my stomach to my sex and down my legs. My body tensed in anticipation of my lashes. Smack! I felt the sharp sting of the leather across my ankles. My body arched, my feet jerked. The rope cutting into my ankles as I jerked. So many sensations. "One, Master, Thank you." I cried. Smack! The leather lashes kissing my thighs. Again, I bucked in pain, biting my lip, "Two, Master, Thank you." Smack! I cried out in pain as the lashes hit my throbbing, wet sex. As I spoke, I felt my Master's hand wrap and grip my hair. "Three, Master, Thank you." "My devoted student, I do so much hate to punish you, I am almost done." As he let go of my hair, he let his hand trail down my body. Smack! My body began to spasm in pain; tears ran down my face as the lashes hit my stomach. "Four .... Master, Thank .... you." Crying so deeply now, if I felt the kiss of the leather again I would call out the safeword. Praying not to be hit again, I heard a thump. Oh my God! What happened! "Lift your head, my Princess." I did and he removed my blindfold. His thumb ran across my face wiping away my tears and then kissing my checks. I wanted to grab him and hold him close to me. I knew that he hated to punish me and it was as painful to him as it was to me. Slowly, he began to kiss me and I felt a tear touch my lips. I kissed harder into him and he followed. His hands caressing my face, his tongue entering my mouth. I moaned. I loved my Master. Our tongues dancing, his hands moving down to my neck and caressing my shaking body. He slowly stopped kissing me, "Master, I hope I have pleased you." "You have done very well and I am going to reward you, my sweet." He moved away from me and went into his bag. He walked over to me, smiling and I too, smiled in pure ecstasy. His hand was behind his back and he pulled out a knife! OH My God! I was about to scream, "Christmas!" He put his finger to my lips and said, "Don't worry, my pet, this is not to hurt you." He tightly grabbed my black teddy, cut it off, then to my garter belt, ripped my stockings, and removed my shoes. He went back to his bag, returned the knife, brought warm scented oils, and began to drizzle them down my body. I was so aroused that I knew that soon my nectar would be spilling out for his pleasure. His hands gliding, sliding, kneading my oiled skin. My eyes rolled back, my hips began to move, my back arched, devouring his every touch. "Oh, my sweet slave, how your body obeys my touch." "Yes, Master, this body is yours." I could only whisper those words. I was over coming with desire. How I wished I could touch his face, his chest, his ass, his manhood. How I longed to have his sex in my mouth, servicing him, bring my Master pleasure with the body that belongs to him. Moaning at the thought of my tongue gliding over him, I quickly moaned and caught my breath. His fingers began to touch the skin that had been marked by the kiss of the leather lash. So tenderly his fingertips touched my throbbing skin, I felt the kiss of his lips touch my ankles. I moved slightly, the mixed emotion of pleasure of his kisses and the pain from the rope, made my pussy tighten. He kissed my legs gently and softly caressed my thighs with his tongue. "MMM... I love it, Master, I am your prized possession." His kisses grew quick, his tongue flicking my thigh. My hips moved, grinding into the bed. My pussy getting wetter and wetter as each kiss, each flick of his tongue touched my delicate skin. He looked into my wanting eyes. Inching his way forward, kissing each inch as he moved. His hands slid to my inner thighs graciously touching my pussy lips. "So wet, my pet. In time, love, in time." His strong gentle hands that once gave me pain were now bringing me intense pleasure. Pleasure I was sure I had never experienced before. Feeling of my orgasm starting to enter my shaking body. His hands moved to my stomach, feeling the heat of my skin, kissing me, licking me. "Do you trust me?" He whispered. "Yes, Master." He stood up and began to remove his clothes. First his shirt, revealing his muscular chest, letting the shirt fall to the floor, he removed his belt putting it in the suitcase. He removed his pants and boxers exposing himself to me. His manhood was erect, calling for me. I licked my lips in hopes that my Master would see this gesture of desire. Slowly, he walked toward me and straddled me around my chest. He leaned down and softly, but sternly grabbed my hair and pushed his throbbing cock into my wanting mouth. My mouth was filled with him. His scent captivating me. Beautifully, he fondled my face with his other hand. Slow rhythmic motions, pushing in to my moist mouth, my tongue teasing him. His moans echoing through out the room, "That's right, slave. You are perfect, we are perfect together." He pulled himself out of my mouth and I licked the head of his cock, tasting the sweet pre-cum with the tip of my tongue. "Master..." "I know, my pet, I know." He let go of my hair and let his fingers trail down my face and into my mouth. Lovingly, he slid down my oiled body, caressing ever inch. Kissing my lips, my neck, tenderly licking my nipples. OH, my nectar was so close to exploding. I had to wait, I was his to torture, tease and please, it was not my right to give with out being allowed to cum. His hands slid down my hourglass shape, pressing in, feeling my rib cage, kissing a line down to my navel. My breathing was so quick, my moans getting louder. "Remember, slut, you must ask my permission to cum. Don't think about cumming or you will be punished again. Do you understand?" His voice was stern, the sweet voice gone, but his touch so gentle. "Yes, Master, this body is yours." His tongue trailed to my hips, making me jump. His hands moved to my hips, holding tight so I would not move again. Flicking his tongue, he knew I was ticklish there, it was driving me crazy. "Master!" I screamed. "Shhhh." His hands so strong, skimming down to my inner thighs, pushing them apart. My pussy, hot with desire, was pulsating, screaming to be released. Again, he in hailed my scent and softly kissed my lips. I felt this extreme heat flood over my lips. It was his tongue, slipping to the bottom of my pussy lips. He wasn't pushing in, just softly teasing. I screamed with desire. I was bewitched by this feeling. I felt my nectar escaping me. Again, he did this, but pushing ever so lightly, entering, touching my clit. "Ohhhhh, Masssttterrr! Yesssss!" His fingers lovingly pulled my lips apart and he gazed at his beautiful slave. "Oh, how beautifully pink you are. How you glisten, your scent, your nectar is so sweet." After he said this, he carefully pushed his tongue into my pussy. I screamed in pleasure. "Not yet, slut, not yet, I am not finished making you squirm!" Flicking my clit, sucking it, flicking again. I could barely hold on! His fingers penetrated me and I screamed. "Master! Please, please let me cum!" "No, don't you dare cum yet!" I squeezed my pussy together around his fingers. He slid them out and slowly pushed them into my rosebud. I am not one to like the ass thing too much, but, he is in control, and he knew if he wanted me to slow down, pushing into my ass, was the trick. Still he licked my clit, drove his tongue into wet pussy. With his other hand, he reached down and got a dildo off the floor. When I heard it, I knew I was in trouble. There was absolute no turning back with that thing. He leaned back, gazing lovingly at this beautiful creature, his obedient slave. The dildo softly slid in circles around my clit. I was bucking, the pain from the ropes, I felt no more, my head shaking back and forth, trying to control my orgasm. "Master!" "I want to feel you orgasm around my cock!" He held the dildo with his right hand and held my left leg with his left hand. He moved close to me, feeling the tip of his cock teasing my pussy. "MASTER!" He pushed hard into me, the vibrating of the dildo on my clit and the fullness of my cunt with his hard throbbing cock was all I could take. Story of Lust Ch. 02 I lied on my bed listening to the alarm ring. I don't want to get up. Oh, how I hate Mondays. Knock, Knock, Knock! "Mommy? Are you awake? It's time to get up." I laughed to myself, my kids telling me it's time to get up. "I'm getting up." As I looked in the mirror on my bureau, I saw the reflection of the card you sent me. I turned, picked up the card and read it. Sonia... my submissive princess, You have no idea how your happiness and joy fills me... like the first breath of air in your lungs on a frosty winter morning. I have always promised that I will not only let you fly... but lift you to the heavens.. .You know I can never cage you, except by the bondage of your own love and devotion to me... and to the miraculous relationship we have. Oh god, the succulent juice of your free will, will surrender tastes sweet upon my lips. And so my precious falcon, once again I will lift you up on my gloved hand... to watch you gracefully take wing and fly. My focus upon you is unwavering and my support and encouragement in this new dance eternal. I love you Sonia... God how I love you. Your Forever Master Sighing to myself, breathing deep, almost smelling you. It had been three weeks since our night at the hotel and I could still feel your presents surrounding me. "I miss you, Master," I whispered to myself. My world spinning so closely around me, I was swept back into reality within seconds. "Ok, so what do we want for breakfast?" "Cereal!" Karlee called to me. "Eggs!" Juliet said. "I'm not cooking this morning. Cereal or pop tarts. We're all running late." "Pop-tarts!" The girls said together. I finished a few things while the girls ate and scooted them out the door and to school. As I got in the car and put the keys into the ignition, I felt you. I know it was impossible, you weren't here, but I felt you. A shudder went down my spine; I took a deep breath in and yearned for your touch. "How much longer do I have to wait?" I put the car into and gear and drove off. As I was driving, my cell phone ran. "Hello?" "Can we get together today?" "Now? I'm on my way to work, Quinn." When we weren't sceneing, I called My Master by his first name. "Meet me in the lobby." Then, he hung up. Every time we got together, we always met at the same hotel. So, meeting him at the "lobby" was something he said quite often. What should I do? I can't disobey my Master. I proceeded to call work. "Hey Shelly, its Sonia. Something came up; I won't be able to make it in today. Send all my clients an email apologizing and rescheduled their appointments. Send me anything. I will be working on my computer from home." "Ok. Jim Fritz called this morning; he wants to know what he should do about his Slidell account." I pulled over, got out my laptop and looked at Mr. Fritz's account. "Well, it looks like it spiked a little, tell him to give it a day or two and if it continues to spike, we'll move his account. Anything else, Shelly?" "No, that's it. Oh hold on. Mr. Keith said he had some numbers to run by you today." "Just send them to my computer. I'll look at them later. I'll call you around noon. OK?" "OK, Sonia." Shelly paused for a moment, "Is everything alright?" "Everything is fine, personal business. I will talk to you later today. Good-bye." Damn, that was going to put me behind schedule. I hope Quinn is in a generous mood today. What seemed like an eternity was in reality 10 minutes to the hotel. As I pulled into the parking lot, I saw his car and then I saw him, emerging from the driver's seat. I parked beside him, ready to apologize for being late. "I am sorry, it was work. I had to go over a few things with Shelly before just ditching the day." "Everything is fine. Get in the car, I have a surprise fro you." A surprise for me? I wasn't sure how to take it. Don't get me wrong my Master is a very kind and gentle man, but he demands perfection. And there are times, which I am far from perfect. He drove me to The Enchanted Forest Bed and Breakfast. "You have been patient with me, my pet and I want to reward you." The bed and breakfast was off the main road hidden behind a patch of weeping willow trees. It had just snowed the night before and the ice and snow covered everything. The sun shining on the trees, the wind slightly blew, ice crystals shimmered on the weeping willows, it was breathtaking. It was as if we entered another world. The driveway curved left to right. As the old mansion came into sight, my eyes started to weld up. The building was covered with ivy. Brick areas broke through the intricate design of the ivy vines. The white paneling on the windows were bright and the sun reflected in the windowpanes, bouncing the rays in to the glistening trees. "Oh God, it is so beautiful here. Thank you, Quinn. But, I do not deserve this. I..." "Now, not another word. you should be grateful, not question my ability to judge you." He stopped the car by the front entrance and two men came around the car and opened both doors. One escorted me to the front porch and the other drove his car to the parking lot. I watched My Master walk up to the porch, think how grateful, how lucky I was to have the love and respect of such a wonderful man. I didn't want to ruin anything, so I decided to be his submissive mistress once again. As he approached, I lowered my eyes and waited for him to take my arm in his. "Thank you, my Pet; you give me pleasure with your respect to me. You may raise your head." He paused and said, "I thought we would have a nice quite breakfast." I smiled, leaned over and kissed his cheek and whispered, "You treat me as if I were a precious stone, and I promise to shine as bright as the finest diamond." As we entered the dinning room, the fireplace was lit and the table set for two. It was, as if, this room was made just for us. The walls were covered with paintings by Di Vinci. The hard wooden floor, covered slightly by a rug made from the finest bear fur. Strung along the mantel, above the fireplace, were candles of every length. The smell of the cedar burning in the fireplace and the candles burning their sweet souls, engulfed my lungs. Could it get any more beautiful? As we sat and looked at our menus, my Master said, "Let me order for you." "Thank you, Master." The waitress heard my response and giggled. I blushed and looked away. "Don't hide your face! Are you ashamed to be my submissive?" I, immediately, in front of the waitress, got to my knees into my submissive position. "Master, I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I am not ashamed of you. I am not ashamed of us." He ignored me and ordered our food. The waitress left rather quickly, knowing that I had wronged my Master. "I should make you eat on the floor!" "Master, what ever you decide, I will be grateful for. Just to be by your side is joy enough for me. Thank you, Master." "I wanted so much for us to have a beautiful morning." "Master, we still can. What ever you desire, I will do." There was a long silence. I begun to wonder if he heard me. I wanted to repeat it, but if he had heard me, he may think I was mocking him. "You may get up, slave." His voice was stern. The loving voice from earlier was gone. I felt as if ice filled the room. As I sat down, I looked at my plate and there were two gifts wrapped in golden paper. I looked into his eyes, still seeing his pain, I looked away. "Open them, before breakfast comes." I unwrapped the first. It was the Master's Creed, written in calligraphy. I read it aloud. "The Master's Creed Above all else, he cherished his slave, in the knowledge that the gift she gives him is the greatest gift of all. He is demanding and takes full advantage of the power given to him, but knows how to Share the pleasure that comes from that precious gift. He is in control of himself first and foremost, so that he may control others. As a stern and demanding Master, he can cause his slave to cry real tears. As the consummate lover, he will then kiss the tears away, with out stepping out of character. In times of trouble, a Master will leave the roles behind, to be a supportive friend and partner, never forgetting that this is still a loving relationship between two caring individuals. He is quick to understand the differences between fantasy and reality. He would never ask a slave to put him before her career, or family, just to satisfy his own pleasure. To win his slave's mind, body, spirit, soul, and love, he knows he must first win her trust. He will show his slave humor, kindness, and warmth. He must always show her that his guidance and tutoring is knowledgeable and deserving of her attention, that this is a man she can learn from, and trust his direction. He is romantic enough to be protective and chivalrous. When called upon, he will fight for his lady's honor. he proves to her that he is someone she can lean on, and depend on. When it comes time to teach his slave her lessons of obedience, he is a strong and unyielding professor. He will accept no flaw, nothing less than perfection from his student. Never does he use discipline without a good reason. When he does it is always with a knowledgeable and careful hand. He is always open to communication and discussion, always ready to hear her wants and needs. He is patient, taking time to learn her limits, and knowing that as her trust of him, grows so will they. He never has to demand ritual behavior by her. She responds to him out of the want of pleasing him. Compliance comes from the wanting to please, not the fear of punishment. He understands the fragile nature of mind and body and never violates the trust given to him. He is secure enough to laugh at himself and the absurdities of life. Open minded enough to learn new things. Strong enough to grow. His tools are mind, body, spirit, soul and love. He understands that each partner gains most from pleasuring the other. And both of them knows that love and trust are the only bindings that truly hold." I wept tears of shame. "Master, I do love you so much, and every part of this, describes you. Please forgive my ignorance." He did not respond to my plea only saying, "Open the next gift, my Darling Slave." Weeping, I fumbled with the wrapping paper. When I saw what this was, I silently, cried a thousand tears. "Read it aloud, Sonia!" The Submissives Creed I will communicate with complete honesty my needs, desires, limits and experience. I realize failing to do so will not only prevent my master and I from having the best experience possible, but can also lead to physical and emotional harm. I will not try to manipulate my Master. I will not push to make a scene go the way I feel it should. I will keep an open mind about trying things that I am not accustomed to or comfortable with and expanding my limits. I will continue to grow as a submissive and as a human being. I will accept the responsibility of discovering what pleases my Master, and will do my best to fulfill His wishes and desires. I will not allow myself to be harmed or abused, I know that submissive does not equal "doormat". I will be courteous and helpful to my fellow submissives, I will share my knowledge and experiences with others in the hope that they will learn from where I have been I will take the time to help those new to the scene start out on the correct path. I will be responsive to my Master, I will not try to hide what my mind and body are feeling so that I may assist Him in His responsibilities as my Authority, I know that Dominants are not telepathic, and will not expect my Master to know thoughts or feelings, which I do not share. I will never think myself a "better" submissive because I choose to submit on a different level than another. I will not be boastful of experiences I have had as a sub, I know that my actions reflect upon my Master, and will do my best to help others see him in a positive way, I will not intentionally embarrass or displease my Master. Above all, I will wear my title of submissive with honor, I will never cause others to think that being submissive means to be weak or sub-human. I will take pride in who and what I am, and will never show myself in a negative way." Laying the frame on the table, my hands covered my face, I wept. "Master, I have become so weak, I need your stung hand to guide me back to where I need to be." The waitress re-entered our private room, saying nothing. My Master looked at her and she knew to leave. "Go get yourself cleaned up. Come back refreshed, elegant, the submissive woman I have grown to love so much." I lowered my head, trying to find my voice. "Thank you, Master." As I entered the hallway, looking out into the wintry wonderland of snow and ice, I knew I must do something for my Master. Something to show him, that I am his submissive pet, one that has learned greatly by his enduring hands of love. I walked the corridors of the mansion, finally finding the bathroom door. I powered my nose, smiled to myself and left the room with a fresh desire to please my disappointed Master. I saw our waitress walking toward our room with the beautifully arranged fruits, eggs and biscuits. "Excuse me, Miss." I said, as I hurried to catch up to her. "Please let me take this into my Master Quinn, I have embarrassed him this morning, and it would honor him to show that I am still a faithful student." "Ma'am, this is my job..." "I know, I know, please, I promise I won't tell a soul." "Are you alright? Did you call him Master?" "Miss I chose him to be my Master as he chose me to be his faithful slave..." I thought back to the submissive's creed, and repeated it to her, "Above all, I will wear my title of submissive with honor, I will never cause others to think that being submissive means to be weak or sub-human. I will take pride in who and what I am, and will never show myself in a negative way." I grabbed the serving plates and entered the dinning room. how my Master's eyes began to glow. I walked over to the table, the waitress behind me, I bent down to my knees and held the plates up to the table. He took both plates out of my hands and carefully set them at our places. I continued to stay in my position as the waitress continued to fill the table with lavish items, which just beckoned to be eaten. "You may leave." Master swished his hand in the air. All the while never looking away from me. Quinn knelt down and cupped my face, lifting gently. "You may look at me, Slave." My eyes danced as his words were spoken in almost a whisper. My Master was pleased. My body began to quiver, my most private area warming just by the soft touch of his hand on my face. "I am so pleased. You have shown me respect, where you faltered earlier. You are a quick student, and thought I had planned to punish you with the kiss of steal and leather, you're response to your mistake was remarkable and needs to be given the proper respect of a Princess." "Thank you, Master. Your words hypnotize me. I love you." He extended his hand to mine and sat me at my chair. The smells of the warm biscuits, the sweet smell of the fruits and the alluring smell of the eggs were a perfect start to a wonderful breakfast. I drank in the entire aroma, lifted my champagne glass, and smiled at my handsome Master. As I sipped the sweet champagne, her bubbles danced on my tongue, it felt so delightful and the coolness of the liquid sliding down my throat, I knew that I was in heaven. As we ate, the wood crackled in the fireplace, and in that room, we somehow became one. Our souls intertwined. "Let me feed you, my Pet... Close your eyes." He touched my lips with his fingertips, I kissed them, opening my mouth slightly, and let his fingers slide inside my mouth. "Mmmmmmm." I hummed. He slowly removed his fingers. Master studied his slave, how beautiful she was, what would compliment her? He thought to himself. Ahh, pears. Picking up a sliced pear, he slid it across my desirable lips, watching the sugary juices slide down my chin and onto my neck. I opened my mouth and softly took a bite. Before I had a moment to react to this new sensation, Quinn grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. Licking my neck up to my chin, around my lips and then into my mouth. Our tongues dancing, tasting each other, tasting the sweet nectar of the pear. Delicately, he moved away and I remained in that position, soaking up every feeling, every shudder, shiver and tremble that escaped me. I lowered my head so now I was looking into my Master's eyes; I bit my lower lip, craving to feel him again. "May I speak, Master?" Yes, My Princess." "There has been no one who has ever treated me as beautifully as you, Master. I will always be there, your student, your slave, your lover, your friend." As the morning continued in our splendor, our endless love filling the room think with excitement, you took my hand and we walked out of the dinning room, and out into the crisp morning air. "I know it has been so long since we were together, I yearn for your touch, your heart beating next to mine, our bodies creating sensual music together. Soon, my sweet slave, soon." "Thank you, Master. You are the light of my life and may well be the best thing I have ever had in my life. Because now I am what my heart always yearned for, owned by my Master... I adore you Master, I adore you." The car pulled up and the gentleman opened the passenger side door. Leaving, here today, almost grieving, knowing that my time with you is ending soon. I tried to soak up every second until we got back to the hotel. We drove in silence, thinking about the last two hours. Seeing the hotel brought me pain. I didn't want to leave your side, but I knew it was time. As I drove away from you, a deep sadness crept into me. My desire for you was so strong, overwhelming, that is a whim, I knew what I wanted the next time I saw you. The next time we are to be together, I will ask my Master if I can try to take control of the scene. I guess there would be no harm in asking. As my mind started to drift towards all the thoughts of what I wanted o do to my Master, the cell phone rang. "Hello?" "I was thinking we could get together next week." "That would be great, Quinn. When we get together, I have something to ask you. I can't ask you yet, it must be when I am looking into your eyes." "Alright, I will call you.. Good-bye, my Sweet Little Whore." "Good-bye, Master." Story of Lust Ch. 03 As I left my home and entered the limo to go to the masquerade party, I looked back at my house, and thought about the empty dungeon and how I wanted to feel his power over me. How I just craved him and then quickly entered the limo excited to get to the party. When the car pulled up to The Fritz's home I felt this excitement flow through my entire body. Every sensation that I could feel was flowing all over my body. I was completely overwhelmed by it. I held the mask in my hands. I looked down at the sparkling rhinestones. The mask was shaped like a combination of a sliver of a moon and a cracked and broken mask. The bottom of the mask which covered the cheek bones were the color of bone and smooth to the touch. The nose and crescent shaped top were covered in intricate silver designs and random displays of rhinestones. It was elegant, beautiful and mysterious. As the driver came over to the door and to help me out of the car, I felt so elegant. I put my mask on and stepped out of the car. I walked up the steps and was greeted by the butler, who took my invitation and opened the door to the house. I was almost immediately greeted by Todd Fritz. "Sonia, is that you?" Todd asked. "Yes," I giggled. "Wow, you look stunning! That dress is amazing." My dress was made out of ostrich feathers, dyed multiple shades of pink and some at the end of the train were brown. The train was only about 6 to 8 inches long. Along with sequins to add sparkle to the dress. "Thank you." I paused and looked around at all the guests that were already there. "Are you aware if Quinn has arrived yet?" "I haven't seen him yet, but then again, I'm not sure on who is all here. Char was here earlier greeting guests. You may want to ask her." I thanked Todd and began to walk around, I saw Char but she was so busy that I decided to mingle with some of the people that were clients of mine. I kept an eye out for Quinn, and there were a few times that I thought I saw him or saw someone built like him, but either it wasn't him or the mystery man was lost in the crowd. Finally, I walked across the room my feathered pink dress flowing across the floor, dancing in the air as I moved, until I walked out on to the terrace. I stood there in the cold waiting for Quinn. I had invited him but he hadn't shown up yet. But, how could I know really, everyone was in a mask. I leaned over the railing feeling the wind wisp through my hair and blowing my hair all around. Suddenly I felt as if someone was watching me. I turned around, but saw no one looking directly at me. And so I turned around again and took a deep breath in. A waiter came by and I took a glass of wine. Slowly, I sipped the sweet wine and felt my body becoming warm. The feeling swept over me as if hands were gliding up and down my shoulders. ********************************* Quinn stood there at the entrance to the terrace, watching his frail submissive. He stood there strong and wise and thinking how beautiful she was. How in her own weakness she was strong. That the weaker she felt the stronger her mind actually became. This is what he loved about her. That she, indeed was a submissive but at a second's notice she was ready, willing and able to jump back into her mode of self confidence... without thought. As he stood there admiring her he looked at her body, her dress and mask. How they all went together so gracefully. How she must have spent hours picking out what went with what and with everything she did she did for him. The dress was long and trailed behind her almost in a peacock fashion. That the dress at the top started out as a very pale pink and at the bottom was almost a fiery fuchsia and brown. With just the slightest air movement the feathers danced around her body... as if calling anyone to just touch it. Her mask was sparkling w/ silvery diamonds, her hair flowed so elegantly down her back, and when she walked her hair would move in such a way that you could almost see her bare back... but not enough to see it either. "Excuse me, Excuse me... Could I have everyone's attention please?" The butler called out... "We will now be taking to our dinner and start the mask removal ceremony." I was nervous, because I was all alone and didn't have anyone to share this moment with, the ceremony of the removal of the masks... sounded so grand that I wished Quinn could share in this moment ... as I walked back into the hall, a stranger caught my eye. Was he watching me earlier? Just as I went to approach him, he turned into the crowd of people heading to the dining room. I tried to follow, but there were so many people. I pushed through the crowd, but didn't see him again. As I sat down near the head of the table with Char and Todd, I noticed the man from the terrace sat across from me. He was looking at me... I saw this familiar quality about him... but his mask was so distracting with the long beak and the matter of fact eyes... that I couldn't look past the mask. That mask he wore was enchanting. Almost scary, like something you might see in an Italian Opera. The nose of the mask was white and shaped as a large curved beak. Long, thin and sharp. The mask around the eyes was traced with gold and with a black background with silver music note stenciling. It was wildly confusing, no matter how hard I tried to look past the mask, I couldn't, the only thing I could see were the eyes. They were hauntingly familiar. Luckily, Todd began to speak and I snapped out of my hypnotic state. "Good Evening, Friends! First, I'd like to thank all of you for coming to our Christmas Gala. As some of you know, Char loves to throw parties and when she suggested a Masquerade party for this year's event, I knew I couldn't turn her down." I tried to listen, but was captivated by this man that sat across from me. I was scared and worried that he noticed that I was staring at him. Todd picked up his champagne glass and continued, "This is our third and final year throwing these parties because in the fall, I am retiring..." Gasps were heard, and then everyone started clapping. People shouting out their little thoughts. "Well, it's about time, ya olde timer." "No! You can't leave the firm." "Congratulations, Todd!" Todd raised his glass, "Thank you." Clearing his throat, he continued, "After dinner, there will be dancing, feel free to stay as long as you wish tonight." Char stood up, "Well, this is where I begin." She laughed, "I wanted to explain a little bit why I chose a masquerade ball, while dinner is being served." At that moment, waiters started walking around serving champagne. Char continued, "There is something mysterious about a masquerade ball, something that awakens the senses. Something that just turns you upside down. I'd like you all to look at the person beside you, the person to your left and then right and then in front of you. Don't try to look beyond the mask, but try to think what they were trying to say with the mask they chose..." We, the guests, started to look around the room, seeing the masks, truly seeing them for the first time, in the way, Char wanted us to. It was very magical. "...After that, we're going to take off our masks and see who is under them. Does your thought match the person underneath?" Char spoke so passionately about this that you couldn't help but be swept away with her words. "Cheers, Everyone! Remove your masks!" Slowly, almost mechanically, people began to remove their masks. Some, mostly women, worried about their hair, while others looked around and laughed and pointed. Conversations began, questions, the dining room was amidst a low thunderous sound of people talking. I too laid the mask on the table. I happened to look at the man sitting across from me. I now was curious to see who this man was. But he sat there, not moving, not taking off his mask, but instead just sat there, staring. I began to feel uncomfortable; I actually could feel myself squirming in the chair. My stomach started to have butterflies, but not good ones... butterflies that make you sick. I was screaming on the inside, "Take off the mask." I gripped on to the cloth napkin... waiting... almost feeling silly for making such a big deal about such a thing. Just as I thought I couldn't stand it another minute, he reached for his mask and slowly raised it from his face and laid it on the table. Funny thing is that I watched the mask the whole time, as if I was afraid to see the man behind the mask. I watched his hands place the mask on the table, and slowly looked up, into his eyes. Shivers raced across my skin, from the tips of my fingers to my stomach and then to my breasts and pussy. My body frozen, eyes locked, the only thing I could hear was my heart beating, for the person that sat before me was my Master, Master Quinn. I memorized his face. The small smile, his eyes, not looking at me, but through me, his total concentration on me. I so wanted to reach across the table and kiss his lips, to take in every taste of his skin, to feel his hands on my body. To feel the passion that only we can share. But the people that was there at this gala, where not of the lifestyle and wouldn't understand. I felt like a little kid, shy, awkward, but trusting in a fearful way. At any moment he could just give that look and we would find some place to go. But he didn't'. We sat there and ate dinner with the other guests and laughed and joined in on the ridiculous conversations. As dinner came to a close, guests started to go back to the ball for some dancing or lounging. Most people had gone, but Quinn and I sat there and talked a little about the evening. Laughing at what other people had worn or what ridiculous things that had been talked about at the table. Quinn stood up, reached out his hand and he led me to the ball, where we danced. I lost myself for a moment, in his arms. My head on his chest, hearing his heart beating, as the song came to an end, we decided we would mingle and probably call it a night. I ran into a few people, I hadn't seen in years and we began talking, basically playing catch up. As I was speaking to them, Quinn walked up, I introduced him to them, "Quinn, this is Kelly and Ralph Venie, I used to work with Kelly down at the Central Plaza a few years ago." Quinn nodded and said, "Hello, nice meeting you both. I remember Sonia telling me stories about how you two would get into some trouble." Kelly laughed, "What is it that you do, Quinn? I don't think, Sonia has ever mentioned it." Quinn shot me a look and began telling them about how he was an airplane mechanic / technician. I squirmed in my stance. I didn't want him talking about airplanes while we were around doctors, lawyers, stock holders, and God forbid, my boss. I cleared my throat and asked Kelly if she wanted to get another glass of wine. We were about to go, when Quinn took my arm, "It was so nice to meet the both of you, I'm sure we'll see each other again." Quinn squeezed my arm, as his way of saying, Say good night. I put on one of my best fake smile and said good night. I knew that he was so angry with me; I totally disrespected him in front of my friends and basically in front of everyone there. Quinn guided me to the back of the house, through crowds of people. People asking me, in fleeting, if we were leaving. I didn't even have time to respond. I had never seen Quinn so determined. I was actually fearful of him at that moment. When we got to the back door, he grabbed a hold of my hair and yanked it hard so my face was facing straight up. He ripped the mask off my face and threw it to the ground. With his other hand, wrapped it around my throat and forced me to be within inches of his face. "DO NOT, EVER... EVER, DO THAT AGAIN!" Quinn spoke through his teeth. "Oh My God, I can't believe you did that?! Are you embarrassed of me?" I didn't answer right away and he shook me hard, "Answer me!" But before I could respond he was pushing me through the back door. I could only imagine what could possibly be in store for me tonight. Quinn took a quick look of their back yard. There was a huge in ground pool, a pool shed and the maid's quarters, which was being used as guest bedrooms for tonight. Quinn must have requested the whole cottage to ourselves earlier, because he had the key to the house. He pushed my face against the door as he unlocked it. When we entered, his hand still wrapped in my hair, pulled and jerked my body as we walked to the ground level bedroom. He threw me on the bed, but still had a hold of my hair so I whipped back and I grabbed a hold of my hair and cried out in pain. "This is nothing! I can't believe after our breakfast a few weeks ago, you haven't learned your lesson! This makes me look bad. Do I not know how to take care of you? I must not be a very good Master! Do you want me to release you?!" Quinn was not yelling but very close to my face, I could feel his breath on me. His one hand still in my hair, his other around my throat. "NO!" I cried, "I do not want to be released! Oh My God, that would be so horrible. I don't think I would know what to do." "How do you think I feel? I don't know what to do! I, Your Master, have no idea what to do! You have never gone this low as to show such disrespect to me and in front of your friends, co-workers, and clients!" His grip got tighter, I could feel my head pumping w/ blood, and my breathing was labored. But I dare not try to remove his hand. So, I tried to think of something else, tried to go somewhere else in my mind. Quinn saw this and refused to let that happen. "Oh No!" Quinn threw me on the bed, ripped off my clothes and walked away and came back with a cat o' nine tails. He pushed it into my face. "Do you see this?" Cat o' nine tails is one of the most painful devices that have ever touched my skin. And in fact, Quinn and I had agreed that this tool would never be used, unless it was for a light night of whipping. But, I knew that tonight, there would be no light whipping. I knew that tonight, I was going to get the beating of my life. I knew that tonight, Quinn, My Master, was going to teach me to be a better submissive or he was going to let me go. The thought of losing him, was heart wrenching. I would rather take a thousand beatings than to never be with Quinn again. Quinn pulled me off the bed and pushed me against the wall. I was crying, mascara running down my face, my eyes burning because of it. He pushed my hair out of my face and wiped the tears off my face. "There are no tears now, Sonia, I haven't even begun." He looked at me. I almost didn't recognize the look on his face. It was a look I had never really seen before. It was a blank stare, his eyes glazed as if on the verge of tears. He grabbed my face, kissed me hard, pressing so hard that I could feel my teeth rubbing into my lips, cutting them. I moaned in pain. "Stand there, don't move." Quinn said. He left the room and when he came back he had a kitchen chair with him. "Come, sit on the chair." His voice was low, not angry, almost a defeated sound. I sat on the chair and he began to tie my ankles to the chair, then my wrists. The next thing that was tied was my calves and then thighs. My waist was bound around the back of the chair. My forearms and my chest were bound to the chair. He put a wooden spoon in my mouth and then taped it shut. I couldn't move. I was scared. He kneeled down before me, and looked into my eyes. "As I was tying you up, I was debating on whether to blind fold you or to make you watch me beat you. And after much thought, I've decided not to blind fold you. You will not get any relief from me tonight. I will tell you this now, Sonia. Through meditating these past few minutes, I have gotten enough strength to let go of my anger. So, I will not be punishing you in anger, but to teach you to respect and honor me. If, I start feeling like I am getting angry, I am going to walk away, walk out of the room and leave you here until I am calm. Do you understand?" I shook my head yes, tears of fear running down my face and onto my legs. He showed me and told me what he was going to use and why he chose these items. The first was the cat o' nine tails. "Now, I know, Sonia, we spoke about not using this. But, it has been a year since we started this relationship and I have been very lenient, this leniency will end tonight! I expect FULL and COMPLETE RESPECT and HONOR!" He put the cat o' nine tails down and picked up the rubber flogger. "The rubber flogger, why I chose this, is because by the time I am finished your body will be dripping w/ sweat, and the rubber will surely make your skin raise, and give you sharp pain." The final instrument he picked up was the crop. "This crop, we have used before, and though you were fairly fond of its use, I guarantee you will be begging for it to stop tonight." He laid them all down on the bed beside me, walked back over to me, kissed me, and wiped the tears off my face again. "I love you, Sonia, but this cannot happen again." I nodded, though I think I was pretty numb, by this point, until I saw him pick of the cat o' nine tails. There was no warning, he swung the device on to my thighs, and I screamed and bit down onto the wooden spoon. Immediately, my skin turned red and began to rise. Again he swung it again and again, on different parts of my body. Welts were raising, there was even a spot where my skin ripped. All the places where the rope was tied had been rubbed raw and the rope was starting to turn red where blood was starting to come through. I screamed through every whip, tears flowing from my eyes. Quinn walked away and came back w/ a glass of water and a washcloth. He removed the tape and spoon from my mouth and I drank the water, lapping it up as if I had never drunk before. He took the warm washcloth and softly wiped down my body, removing any blood or splinters from the rope and bandaging the wound that had opened. "We will take 5 minutes for you to rest and for me to get my energy back. " Quinn left me in the house alone, naked in the chair, still bound. I thought back to earlier when I had embarrassed him and I felt so stupid over such a thing as that. I'm sure no one even thought anything of it. I was just so stuck up. Quinn was right to punish me. And as I thought, I regained my strength and by the time Quinn came back in I was ready for round two w/ the rubber flogger. When Quinn came back in, he didn't put the gag back on, but didn't speak to me either. He just picked up the flogger and shoved it in my face. I turned my face and he smacked me hard on my breasts, one, two, three times. The last time was so gut wrenchingly painful that I screamed out in pain and bowed my head, to block another strike. Quinn grabbed my hair and forced my head back and slapped me across the face and one, two, three more times w/ the rubber flogger across my stomach. At this point... I passed out. I came to and sitting there in the dark, not sure of where I was... not sure of how I got there, not sure of anything except for the ropes that cut into my flesh. They were wrapped around my stomach, my arms, my legs, my breasts... and there I sat, bound to a chair. Thoughts of my Master haunted my mind. He did this to me... why? Because I love to be bound.... love to feel the ropes tear into my skin. I could still feel his breath on the back of my neck. I could feel his hands tracing my arms and it made me take a sharp breath in making the ropes tighter. But then I realized I was there alone.... Waiting for him to return. Waiting for him to pick me up out of this chair and cherish me, his slave. Time seemed to stand still, the deafening of the silence ringing in my ears. My body limp, my head stretched back on the back of the chair, my throat bare, and the veins pumping the blood thru out my body. Warm blood trickled down my body where the rope had cut into me. Story of Lust Ch. 03 The burning I felt no more, the pain I felt was the pain of missing my owner. I remembered his touch, his fingers brushing against my lips, smearing my lipstick onto my cheek. Feeling the pain of him biting me, whimpering in pain, wanting to dig into his back with my nails as he took his slave into sub space, but I was tied to this chair. I snapped back to reality. What is reality? I thought. I called out to my Master. But there was no reply. My breathing became quick and fierce, so rapid that I thought that I would faint. And just when I became light headed, I saw the door open. And there he stood. I could only see his silhouette. His arms down to his side, his stance at ease, and a crop in his right hand. I smiled to myself in the dark. "He has come to love me." He slowly walked over to me, looking over my body, limp and exhausted from the pain I had with stood, but he saw something in me that I didn't know I had... I thought that I had taken in enough pain and that I couldn't withstand anymore, but he touched my nipple with the end of the crop, I knew that he wasn't done. Tears rolled down my cheeks and crashing onto my thighs. "Please," I thought to myself, "give me the strength to take this punishment as a strong and beautiful slave." I knew that I couldn't move and I knew that there wasn't any way I could tense up my body to receive the brunt of the punishment. Before the crop even touched my body, I was thanking him. As he whipped my body, the welts rose, the ropes cut deeper and I cried every time, "Thank You Master." He knelt down to me. Looked into my mascara streaked eyes and though I was being punished, he loved me. His fallen angel, his beautiful slave... he released the ropes and my body fell forward onto him. He picked me up and carried me to the bed. He wiped off my face and then slowly wiped off the blood that had dried to my welted skin. He caressed me with ice over my burns and cuts. He so loved me, his slave, but he knew that I was tired from the severe punishment I had received tonight. He covered me and lied beside me as I fell to sleep. I awoke in the middle of the night and saw Him lying there. I traced His face with my fingers and drew close to him and kissed him softly on his lips. He awoke, his hands brushing against my skin and raised them to my face. Together we looked into each other's eyes. When I looked at him I saw my Savior and when He looked into my eyes, he saw the most beautiful creature and he said to me, "You will be the last Slave I will ever own."