0 comments/ 45506 views/ 3 favorites Tahlia's Journey Ch. 01 By: kristydoll This is the story of one woman's journey into submission and self-understanding. Though based on real life experiences, this series is a work of fiction. It could have been any typical lunch time conversation, but this one wasn’t. The two women who sat at the corner table were oblivious to their surroundings while they talked. No one in the busy cafe noticed or paid attention to the dark-haired beauty or her more mature, though no less attractive, companion. “There‘s nothing wrong with you, Tal,” Wendy said, reaching over and laying her hand on Tahlia’s. “I feel the same way.” “What?! For you too?” Tahlia watched as Wendy nodded. “I thought I was the only one. I mean, I’ve felt this way ever since I can remember.” “It’s called being submissive, Tal. Many of us feel that way, and not just women. Some men do too. It can be a very rewarding lifestyle once you learn to accept it.” Tahlia sat overwhelmed in shock and dismay. Not only of confiding to Wendy her secret desires of being controlled and dominated, but that Wendy understood and felt the same way. Tahlia had never told anyone before. It had been her secret. Her dating interests had always revolved around dominant men, but in all her experiences, she had never found that piece of the puzzle that would complete her. “Tal,” Wendy’s voice interrupted her thoughts, “there is this club, the Underground Tavern. It’s a private club but I’m sure I could get you in if you’re interested. Would you like to come with me tonight?” “Really? What happens there? I mean, I’m not sure, Wendy. Would I have to do anything?” “No, Tal. You’ll be fine. It’s just a place where people can meet and mingle. Get to know others who enjoy the same interests. I’ll tell you though, you will see many things there, but we are accepting of all. It’s a fantasy world of sorts. A safe home. Just come tonight. You’ll see.” And with that, Tahlia accepted Wendy’s offer for the evening. The rest of her day seemed long, her mind incapable of concentrating on her work, but rather, what the Underground Tavern would hold. Wendy had told her she needed only to dress nicely. No outrageous costume required, but many would be in varying stages of undress, depending on who they were or their particular fetish. Wendy had also explained the Tavern had been in operation for years in the city, but its whereabouts and clientele had remained strictly private and unavailable to the masses. At home, Tahlia prepared for the evening. She pulled her rich brown hair into a knot and fastened it with a gold comb. Wendy would arrive soon and she wanted to be ready. The decision was made on a simple black cocktail dress. Her legs left bare. Black stilettos adorned her small feet. She finished her glass of wine as Wendy pulled into the drive. The lights inside the Tavern were dim. Tahlia noted the vastness of the single room, the dark tapestries draping all four walls. The room was sectioned off into different areas by the arrangement of oversized chairs and couches. One end featured an open bar where many already gathered. As she sat on one of the couches, Tahlia noticed the two red-bricked fireplaces, separated by a statue of the Greek goddess Aphrodite. She took in the small area nooks set into the walls, their discreet placement to afford a little privacy and quietness from the general hum of the room. Tahlia sat quietly with Wendy. Her mind attempted to take in everything around her. The women fascinated her in their various forms of undress. Some were completely naked, sporting only a collar and leash around their necks. Where many would see this sight and think of bizarreness, Tahlia saw these women as positively beautiful. A warm feeling stirred between her legs while she watched the club’s inhabitants. The men were as bizarre as the women. Some naked or in women’s undergarments, and others, in a variety of leather attire. Tahlia knew instinctively she had found a home at the Tavern. Throughout the next few months, she would became a regular visitor. She’d had many talks since with Wendy about the nature of her feelings and had found new friends at the club with the same preferences. The first step had been taken in her quest to find internal fulfillment. For the first time in her life, Tahlia had a name for her desires. Submission. Tahlia sat quietly on one of the couches and listened to the women around her. Normally, she was an active participant in their chatter, but tonight, her attention focused on the door. She tuned out the voices around her and allowed her mind to drift back to the weekend before. The night she met Master Falcon. From the moment of their introduction, Tahlia had been completely mesmerized by him. Not only by his dark good looks, which appealed to her, but by his very presence. The way in which he spoke to her, his words, his confidence, and most of all, by the way he had looked directly into her eyes. At times, it had been so intense, she’d had to advert her gaze. He looked directly into her very soul. Their conversation had been pleasant and he requested that she meet him here tonight to continue it. Tahlia fidgeted and pulled at the hem of her dress. She had chosen the backless navy colored dress in the hopes he would approve. It fluttered when she walked and rested mid-thigh when she sat. Her hands made their way to her dark tresses. Delicate fingers ran through its length. She had left her long hair down to fall in a silken sheet across her bare back. The excitement and anticipation she felt made it difficult to sit still. She mumbled about her silliness as she watched the door. A few minutes later, when Master Falcon walked in, Tahlia knew she was in deep. Just the sight of him made her heart beat faster. His presence was commanding. Many stopped to take in the image at the door. Short, dark hair, deep chiseled features and eyes darker than coal. His muscular build showcased in the leather vest he wore. Fitted leather pants and black polished boots finished off his look. It was not the clothes but the aura around him, that sense of power, that was the aphrodisiac. Tahlia felt the headiness from where she sat. All her senses were alive. Get a hold of yourself, Tal. You’re out of control and he hasn’t even noticed you yet. She watched him intently. He walked to the bar and retrieved a drink before he settled on one of the oversized chairs by the fireplace. His eyes found her at once. Tahlia was convinced it was the sound of her pounding heart that gave her location away. She tried to swallow but her mouth was too dry. A shy smile played on her lips as she watched him. It was only when he mouthed the word “come” did Tahlia realize she had been holding her breath. Tahlia rose on shaky legs and made her way to where he sat. She gracefully knelt at his feet. With her head bowed before him, she desperately fought to gain control over her body’s reactions. “Look at me, girl.” His voice low and definite. Tahlia raised her face. Never had she seen eyes so dark or intense. They cut into her. A blush covered her cheeks in reaction. He smiled at her and reached to gently stroke the side of her face. Tahlia instinctively pressed into the warmth of his touch. She had the odd understanding of what a pet might feel like. And like a faithful pet, her only desire was to please her master and feel his gentle touch against her skin. Master Falcon relaxed back into his chair. “Why did you come here tonight?” Not understanding his question, Tahlia’s eyes filled with tears , so sure he had requested her presence tonight. He spoke immediately, “Yes, I asked you to. But why did you come?” Eyes that were filled with emotion gazed up at him. “I wanted to see you, sir,” then more softly, “I needed to.” “Good. I am pleased that you did.” They fell into easy conversation, building rapport and trust, while learning about each other. The intensity and atmosphere around them palpable that the others in the room left them to their privacy. What Tahlia had realized earlier was true. This was her need. Even before she understood it. She shared with Master Falcon her feelings of submission and desire to please. He explained that it was a journey she must go on. To find her true self and the meaning behind all she felt. It would not always be easy, but it would be a rewarding one. Tahlia knew that the journey he described was hers to make, but she wanted to make it with another. With him. She kept her thoughts to herself, although she was certain that her need and desire were apparent to all. “Tahlia, would you bring me another drink?” Master Falcon’s request interrupted her thoughts. “Yes, sir.” Tahlia rose to do his bidding. She felt honored that he had requested her presence tonight and was determined to please him. It amazed her that she felt so strongly. No one had had this effect on her body before. Every nerve stood at attention. She returned with his drink and knelt, before presenting it to him. He took the glass with a nod. His bluntness caught her off guard. “I’m interested in you. Do you have any feelings as to what could be between us?” Blushing with shyness, Tahlia could not immediately answer. “What says you, girl?” His voice was firm. “I want to please you, sir. I would be honored if you considered me for anything more.” Tahlia’s heart pounded loud in her ears that she was not certain she’d said the words aloud. The thought panicked her when Master Falcon rose from his chair. She was reassured when he motioned her to follow. He led her to one of the alcoves before standing in front of her. His body closed in and he whispered in her ear. “If you are not comfortable, you may leave right now. But, if you stay, I expect you to do as you are told.” In a soft voice, Tahlia answered immediately. “I want to stay, sir.” “Good,” he replied, squeezing her soft shoulders. He stepped back and looked at her. “Take off your dress.” Feeling slightly embarrassed, but wanting to please him, Tahlia reached to the thin straps on her shoulders and slid them down. The dress fell gracefully to the floor. She was left before him in black silk panties, sheer stockings and her heels. His eyes roamed her body. “Take both your hands and hold your hair up.” He stepped towards her. It took all of Tahlia’s will to resist the urge to step back. Strong hands held the sides of her face before they slipped to encircle her neck. He squeezed slightly, then ran his hands to her shoulders and across her chest. In each large palm, he cupped a breast. Tahlia’s breath quickened at his touch. Reveling in the sensation, she closed her eyes. “Open your eyes. Keep them open,” Master Falcon ordered. He squeezed her round ample breasts. His touch was rough, making Tahlia moan while he kneaded her flesh. Piercing eyes looked directly into hers. His fingers manipulated and pulled on her erect nipples, stretching them from her body. “Ooohhh, sir.” “Quiet, girl. Not a word.” His eyes stayed focused on hers. He continued to twist her elongated nipples. Tahlia’s eyes filled with tears but she remained silent. Pleased, he released her aching buds and slid his hands down her body. They ran over the flat of her stomach to her shapely hips. Down her long, smooth legs until they reached her ankles. He motioned for her to spread her legs. Without hesitation, she responded. His hands ran back up her sheer stockings. One hand lingered at the junction between her legs. He rubbed her panty covered pussy gently. Tahlia blushed furiously, knowing he would feel how wet she had become. Her embarrassment peaked when he whispered, “You’re so wet, girl.” Tahlia had to fight the urge to hide her face in her hands. He stood at her side, and keeping one hand on her throbbing pussy, squeezed the fleshy cheeks of her ass with the other. “Bend.” Tahlia’s mind swam but she did as told. Her body reacted strongly to the pressure of his hand between her legs. She had never been more aware of her own wetness or the pulsing of her clit. Her attention, which had drifted to her own pleasure, was diverted by the force of the blow Master Falcon delivered to her ass. She had not expected it and it had taken all her strength and determination to maintain her silence. He spanked her until the heat of her flesh radiated through the thin silk panties. Master Falcon stopped and pulled Tahlia against him. He stroked her tender ass cheeks and whispered in her ear. “Get dressed and rejoin me at my chair.” Tahlia stood lost in emotion and desire as he left the small alcove. She dressed quickly and walked back to his chair. Once again, she took the place at his feet. Their conversation resumed as if the whole experience had never happened. But it had, and Tahlia was left with an intense lust for more while she listened to him. By the end of the night, they had made plans to meet during the week. Tahlia left the Tavern elated and with a burning need coursing through her. Her mind was already consumed with thoughts of seeing Master Falcon again. Your comments, critiques, votes and feedback are most appreciated Tahlia's Journey Ch. 02 The package arrived late Wednesday afternoon. Tahlia’s hands shook as she held it. It had been sent by Master Falcon. The note attached stated she was to wear what was enclosed for their session that night. She opened the box and looked inside. It overwhelmed Tahlia to see the bright red fabric. He had remembered her favorite color. Tahlia lifted it from the box. Her fingers slid over the softness of the silky fabric before holding it in front of her. It was a sheer-like slip with spaghetti straps, of a length that would fall mid-thigh. Also in the box were four solid metal rings, each lined with soft leather. A locking device was attached to each. She set the slip and cuffs down and nestled back into the couch. Her mind wandered to their last meeting at the Tavern. His hands on her body. Tahlia’s every sense intensified while she thought of him. Who was this man who provoked such powerful reactions from her mind and body? A smile played on her lips as she glanced to the clock. It was nearing six. He had given her the address and she was to be there sharply at eight. The time had come to start preparing for the night ahead. In her room, the scent of lavender allowed her mind to drift to the events to unfold. Would he touch her again? Spank her? She brushed her dark hair until it fell in natural waves around her face and across her shoulders. Her make-up, she kept simple. Black eyeliner and mascara drew out her eyes and a beige colored blush highlighted her naturally high cheekbones. Deep red lipstick coated her lips to match the slip. Tahlia relished in knowing she was primping for him. Master Falcon. She ran his name over in her mind, not quite daring to speak it aloud. How did he make her feel the way he did? All she knew was that she adored him. She trusted him. She wanted him. And in many ways, she needed him. Standing in a red pair of panties, Tahlia inspected herself in the mirror before putting on the red slip. Each cuff was then locked around her wrists and ankles. She slipped into a pair of strappy sandals and added a long coat over the slip, tying it in front. This was it. With a deep breath, she headed out the door. As she arrived at Master Falcon’s home, Tahlia could barely recall the drive over. All her thoughts had been focused on him and what would happen that night. At five minutes to eight, she stood nervously on his front step. She knocked on the door with a trembling hand. Master Falcon greeted her. He was wearing a white shirt, which had been left unbuttoned to expose his chest, denim jeans and the same black boots. The sight of him stole Tahlia’s breath. She blushed slightly as she followed him inside. “Hand me your coat. Leave your shoes at the door.” Tahlia felt his eyes watching her. She slipped off her sandals and watched as he put her coat away. He stepped forward, and reaching behind her, gripped her ass and pulled her close. “Don’t be nervous. What you feel is real. I can help you with your struggle to find the woman you are meant to be. You’ll be safe in my hands. I care for you and I only ask that you obey.” Tahlia looked deep into his piercing eyes and a sense of peace fell over her. He understood her need and confusion. The smile he gave melted Tahlia’s heart. She would do anything he asked. He released his grip on her and walked into the adjoining room. Tahlia followed quietly behind. The room was warm and inviting. The rug felt luxurious under her bare feet. It was forest green in color and complimented the light maple woodwork found throughout the room. He stopped in front of a large-backed chair. On both sides were matching end tables, both beautifully sculpted from the same maple wood. Tahlia stopped behind him. He turned to face her. Deft hands spun her away from him before he ordered her to bend over. Tahlia watched while he attached her wrists to the ankle cuffs of the same side. Her slip was pulled up to rest on her back. His large hands slipped her panties half way down her thighs. Tahlia blushed profusely by this quick display of herself. Her sudden exposure had both surprised and excited her. Master Falcon gripped her hair. He picked up the rectangular shaped paddle from the chair’s side table. “Count, girl.” The first whack was delivered to her ass. The pain from the wooden paddle made her jump from its intensity. Tahlia counted off fifteen swings of the heavy paddle before he was through. Relief washed over her when she realized he was done. Tears streamed from her eyes. She had accepted his assault out of sheer will. Her entire backside was deep crimson. Quiet cries could be heard while Master Falcon released her wrists from her ankles. He removed her panties and then sat back in his chair. Tahlia quickly knelt at his feet. “Lay back in front of me, girl. Lift your slip and spread your legs wide. Although it was painful on her tender and beaten bottom, Tahlia did as she was told. “Play with your pussy, girl. Give me a show.” There was no gentleness in his voice. Tahlia’s face flushed red at the directness of his words. She tried to overlook her embarrassment and reached to touch the petal pink lips of her pussy. Her fingers stroked through her wet juices before finding her clit. Master Falcon’s eyes drifted from her face to her clean-shaven pussy while she performed for him. Her humiliation of being watched, of feeling so wanton in her sluttish actions, fueled her sexual desires. She rubbed the throbbing button of her clit faster. The start of her building orgasm began. “Stop, girl!” Shocked from her pleasure, Tahlia looked at Master Falcon in puzzlement. He offered her no explanation, but to remain where she was and lay her hands at her side. He rose from his chair and fixed himself a drink. When he returned, he bent and gave her swollen clit a flick with his finger before sitting back in his chair. “Continue, girl.” Tahlia brought her hand back to her puffy lips. They were smooth to her touch and her fingers slid over her slippery wetness with ease. Gently, she circled her clit. She was overwhelmed with the knowledge that she was being used for his amusement as a sex toy. She continued to massage her wet sex. Her musky aroma filled the air. When her body started to quiver with her excitement, Master Falcon ordered her to stop. Tahlia could not control the soft groan that escaped her lips. With a smirk, Master Falcon again rose from his chair and left the room. It was a few minutes before he returned. He gazed at the half naked woman before him. “Again, girl, and this time, come for me.” Once more, Tahlia’s hand found her pussy. Her fingers circled her protruding clit, focusing on her needed release. Lost in her own pleasure and oblivious to his watching, orgasm overtook her body. She pulled on her swollen button, which left her moaning and writhing in ecstasy. Her eyes remained closed while her breathing settled to a normal rate. Conscious that he was still watching her, Tahlia opened her eyes and looked shyly to him. “Good girl,” he said. He helped Tahlia to her feet and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. She fell into him, needing to feel him. He held her for a moment, then slowly guided her to the front door and helped her with her coat. “Tonight was wonderful. Be happy. I am very pleased with you.” He walked her to her car and, with one last chaste kiss, sent Tahlia on her way. On her couch at home, Tahlia’s mind replayed the nights activities. She still wore the red slip but the panties had been forgotten at Master Falcon’s home. Her hand lazily drifted to her nether region. Why hadn’t he fucked her? She had laid practically naked in front of him. Masturbated while he watched. Come in glorious waves of ecstasy, and still, he had only watched. Was this what she could expect from him? That he would torment her with her own lust but not give her what she truly desired? Tahlia’s eyes watered with her confusion. She lost interest in rubbing herself, her need no longer present. He was not there to see. Tahlia knew that no matter how many times she could bring herself to climax, the need would not be satisfied. Only Master Falcon could fill that aching emptiness she felt inside. Your comments, critiques, votes and/or feedback is much appreciated. Tahlia's Journey Ch. 03 Tahlia entered the Tavern. Her eyes searched the vast room until she spotted Master Falcon near the fireplaces. With a quick step, she made her way through the crowd. He was in conversation with a man Tahlia did not recognize. She knelt quietly at Master Falcon's feet and observed the stranger. He had light brown hair and was considerably taller than Master Falcon. The leather he wore emphasized his broad build. Tahlia noted the hardness to his face and the almost cruelness she saw there. Strapped to his belt was a long bamboo cane. She kept her glances to a minimum, knowing she was to be still until her services were required. The earlier workday entered her mind. It had been endless. All she had wanted was to be in Master Falcon's presence. She thought of him constantly. They had many sessions together, but still, she couldn't get enough. He had strapped her breasts and pussy, paddled her, done inspections and watched while she masturbated. Through it all, he still had not taken her. They had discussed her submission and what his demands of a slave would be. Although eager to perform and suffer for him, Tahlia felt the burning need for him to take her. To fuck her. To possess her very soul. At night, when her desires were great, she would have given anything to play with herself and find relief. She could not do that now. The rule set. Orgasm could only be achieved in his presence. Tahlia's mind drifted back to the present. She tired of the men's lengthy conversation. Eager for Master Falcon's attention, she shifted in her position. His glance was immediate and his words sharp. "Remain still, girl." Tahlia knew she had erred, and feeling chastised, bowed her head low. Her dark eyes filled with tears. Lost in her own remorse, she did not notice the stranger's departure or that Master Falcon's words had shifted to her. His voice became low and stern. "Tahlia, if you can not give your full attention, find somewhere else to be." "Oh. I am sorry, sir. I will pay attention." "Go." The single word was a dismissal. Tears stung Tahlia's eyes as she rose. She quickly turned and started across the room, making her way to an inhabited spot along the side wall. The fact that she had displeased him hit Tahlia hard, but it was the knifelike feeling in her heart that caused most of her pain. The tears came non-stop. She had disappointed him. That knowledge pained her more than any spanking ever could have. Only when Wendy joined her on the couch did Tahlia pull herself from her private misery. She wiped her eyes and gave her friend a weak smile. "What's wrong, Tal?" Wendy's voice was motherly soft. In a low, almost inaudible voice, Tahlia whispered, "I have displeased him, Wen. He sent me away. I don't know what to do." "Who, Tahlia?" "Master Falcon." Just saying his name brought new tears to Tahlia's eyes. The lump in her throat felt enormous. "Oh. Um, it will be okay, Tal." Alarmed by the hesitation in Wendy's voice, Tahlia glanced to where Master Falcon sat. At his feet was a very pretty blonde who Tahlia had seen in the Tavern before. She watched wordlessly as the slave girl rose and walked to the bar. Aware he was being watched, Master Falcon looked up and found Tahlia. He had been thinking of Tahlia. The dark-haired beauty had a real desire to please, and he understood her need to find herself. He had considered offering her a collar of training but wanted to be sure she fully understood what it meant. She would be his slave, and thus, his property. To serve him and fulfill his needs with no questions, hesitation or denial. To be his was to be his woman, his slave, his slut and his toy. Her only objective would be to please him. He would, in turn, guide her in her journey. Protect her while pushing all her limits. Be the one to take her to the very edge before gently pushing her over, and catch her safely on the other side. He had discussed this with her and she was anxious to serve him. But it was not something he would take or demand of her. Instead, he would wait for her to offer the gift of her submission. Not in the ways she had during their sessions, but in a total giving of herself to him. Mind, body, heart and soul. That was the way it had to be. Frozen in his gaze, Tahlia could not look away. She became oblivious to the tears falling from her eyes. The tightness in her chest consumed her. The spell was broken when the pretty blonde returned. Unable to control her grief, Tahlia scrambled from the club. Once outside, Tahlia leaned against the wall of the building and tried to catch her breath. The tightness in her chest became intense. Overcome with emotion, she slid down the wall and cried. "Stand up, girl." Master Falcon's voice invaded her despair. Weak and wooden, she managed to rise before him. Her head was bowed low, still unable to face him. "Go home, Tahlia." She found the strength to look into his eyes. The words flew from her mouth in desperation. "No, I can't. I'm so sorry that I disappointed you, sir, but..." "But what, girl?" The voice that cut her off was soft and gentle. With all the conviction she felt, Tahlia answered, "I adore you, sir. I need you. I have never needed anyone like I do you. I want to give you everything. To please you is to find my own happiness. My life is yours. Please accept it, sir." Master Falcon took Tahlia's ravaged face in his hands and kissed her. The kiss was filled with all the passion they felt for each other. He broke from her and looked deep into her eyes. "Do you mean that, Tahlia?" "Yes, sir. I have never wanted anything more." "Good. We will begin your training." With her hand in his, he led her to his car. They were both quiet and lost in their own thoughts on the drive to his home. As they entered his house, Master Falcon directed Tahlia into the den. He stopped at the doorway and spoke. "Take off your skirt and panties, then lay yourself across my chair. I will return soon." Tahlia's hands shook while she removed the short skirt and her lace panties. She laid her body across the arm of the chair in nervous anticipation. Her ass was in perfect position for one of his spankings. Tahlia fretted inwardly, wondering at the nights events. Master Falcon entered the room carrying a wide leather belt. He doubled it over and began to talk. "Tahlia, this will hurt. You will cry. You may even scream, but you will not resist." His hand rested in the curve of her back while he raised the belt. The first blow made Tahlia jump. Tears stung her eyes and soon she was sobbing. The force and frequency of the strapping increased. She cried out in agony while the belt continued to cut into her tender flesh. The leather found every part of her upturned ass. Bright red welts decorated her cheeks. She cried. She screamed. She also submitted to her fate. Her will to suffer for him outweighed her pain. Satisfied and pleased with her submission, Master Falcon stopped, then yanked her from the chair. "Strip totally." Tahlia removed her blouse and bra and let them fall to the floor. Her legs felt weak as she stood naked before him. He watched her face intently while her tears still rolled from her eyes. "Kneel, girl." His voice was not harsh, but it carried a serious tone. Tahlia breathed in deeply, trying to settle herself as she listened to him. "Your training is an important aspect in becoming mine. You will belong to me, to do with as I please. Your only goals will be to serve and satisfy my needs. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir," Tahlia answered in a hushed tone. "I know you will please me, girl, but I shall push your every limit. I will guide you through your journey, always keeping you safe, but molding you to be all that I desire." Picking up a silver necklace, Master Falcon turned to Tahlia. "You will wear this always, for it denotes my possession of you. When you have completed your training, and if you still so desire, you will then wear my collar." Tahlia's emotions hit overload. She absorbed his words and the intensity behind them. Fresh tears fell when he clasped the chain around her neck. She gently lifted it and fingered the simple heart-shaped pendant it held. It was inscribed with the initials [i]MF[/i]. Tahlia could not contain herself. The words rushed from her mouth. "Oh, thank you, sir. It's so beautiful. I shall make you proud." "Yes, girl. I'm sure of it. From now on, you will address me as Master. Understand?" "Yes, Master," Tahlia answered with pride. "I don't have rules, Tahlia. I only expect you to know your place. I am your priority and I demand to be treated as such. You will be available to me as I wish or need. "Yes, Master. I understand." "Good. Now I shall take what is mine." Master Falcon unzipped his pants and grabbed the still kneeling Tahlia. He thrust his rigid cock deep into her mouth. His thickness filled her. She opened her mouth wide to accommodate him. With her head pinned between his large hands, he savagely raped her mouth. A final thrust to the back of her throat released his cum into her slave mouth. Tahlia gulped and drank his pearly offering. "Come, slave. We shall continue upstairs." Her heart swelled in the complete happiness she felt in giving herself to him. She knew with certainty that this was right. It was perfect. As she followed him, a small smile played on her lips in the knowledge that she belonged to him. Tahlia's Journey Ch. 04 The last two months were heaven for Tahlia. Her body had soared on the peak of rapture too many times to count. Master Falcon knew how to take her mind and senses to their fullest heights. He was also firm in his demands of her. Most days were easy. Tahlia learned to anticipate his desires before he had to ask. The praise he lavished for her service made her heart soar. It was when Master Falcon was disappointed that it affected her the most. She tried her best, but she also made mistakes. Punishment came quick. So did her remorse. Once, she had tried to explain her actions but he hadn’t wanted to hear. ‘The new Tahlia will now know better’ were the words he had dismissed her with. Tonight they were going to the Tavern. Tahlia tried to contain her excitement while she glanced into the full-length mirror. A delicate finger absently circled the pendant around her neck. Her body felt electric. She surveyed herself, naked except for black lace panties. Round-shaped breasts stood out against the flatness of her stomach. Light colored nipples perked erect with mounting excitement. This would be their first return back to the club since that fateful night. The night she had run from Master Falcon, then to him, giving herself fully into his charge. Mmm. The fabric of the jade dress felt delicious as it fell over her breasts. The dress was exquisite. It molded to every sensuous curve of her body, though it barely covered her ass cheeks. She brushed her dark waves before applying a deep red gloss to her full lips. Slipping into a black pair of stiletto mules, she headed down to join Master Falcon. He was reading in the den, waiting for her. Tahlia hurried to his feet and knelt. Her heart skipped a beat. He exuded pure masculinity. His chest was bare, except for the two crisscrossed leather straps that framed his form. The leather pants he wore, fit snug. His boots, as always, were polished to a brilliant shine. He set the paper aside. “Stand. Let me look at you.” With her head level and eyes straight ahead, Tahlia rose. A warm blush spread across her cheeks. How did he do that? She felt naked before him. “Hold out your hands.” Master Falcon attached the wrist cuffs and snapped them together. A thick link chain was secured to the cuffs and used to lead Tahlia from the house. She was surprised by the restraints but did not protest. A glance towards Master Falcon settled and relaxed Tahlia in her bondage. Although the chain looked ominous, she knew she was safe with him. With chain in hand, Master Falcon led Tahlia through the club. Reaching his chair, he secured the chain to a link on its side. Tahlia knelt as his captive while he went to the bar for a drink. A smile played on his lips, thinking of his plans for the evening. Tonight would be a test of her submission. A test of her willingness to do as commanded. He returned with drink in hand. Once seated, he stroked the side of her face softly. Tahlia melted to his touch. She loved his attention. Soon, various acquaintances stopped by to talk. Tahlia smiled at those she was introduced to and her heart swelled at being part of him. She watched Master Falcon with adoration while he conversed with the others. Finding themselves alone, Master Falcon spoke. “Tahlia, give me your wrists.” The chain was released and the cuffs freed. “Stand.” Tahlia rose. The butterflies built in her stomach. She wasn’t sure where this was going but resolved to trust his lead. Into his eyes she looked for assurance. Instead of finding it, the next order came. “Undress, slave.” Momentary panic set in. Tahlia frantically looked to him. His black eyes stared directly back. He was waiting. Not finding the comfort she sought, Tahlia took a deep breath and removed her dress. Folding it neatly, she laid it at the side of his chair. “Panties too.” Her blush was instant. It spread across her face and down her neck. She tried to block the fact that not only would she be exposed to Master Falcon, but to everyone in the Tavern. Focused on his dark eyes, she slipped her panties off and placed them on the folded dress. Tahlia trembled as she stood before him. Her hard buds protruded from her breasts and her shaved mound still exhibited the stripes left by his crop from the evening before. She was unsure if her heart pounded from excitement or fear. “Hands out,” he ordered and bound her cuffs back together. He pulled her forward and guided her to his lap. Facing him, she straddled his legs. In a graceful motion, her arms raised over his head and rested behind his neck. Their kiss was one of passion. His tongue explored the wetness of her warm mouth. Lost in his claim, Tahlia forgot her surroundings and surrendered to him. Small moans escaped her as his hands roamed her naked body. Her juices covered his fingers while they probed her sex. The caress to her clit caused her hips to undulate against him. “Stand and turn around.” Hesitantly, Tahlia got down from his lap and turned from him. She gazed towards the floor. Her mind focused back to her surroundings. She did not want to see if they were drawing attention. “Bend over, girl.” Her face flamed red, but she did as instructed. Her desire was to please him but the pain of her shyness was evident. It became an internal struggle. His will over her own. Her vulnerability exposed. She swallowed back her sobs. Tahlia’s only comfort was the way her long hair fell over her face. It became her shield to hide behind. With a firm grip on her hip, Master Falcon’s fingers entered her glistening pussy. He roughly fingered her. Tahlia tried to keep her silence, her breath laboring with her efforts. Keeping his fingers inside her, Master Falcon used his other hand to release his cock from his pants. Strong hands gripped her hips. In a swift action, he impaled Tahlia onto his rigid shaft. A deep guttural moan came from her lips as he filled her. He lifted her back onto his lap once more, pressing her further down his length. “Ride me, girl,” he ordered. His hands moved from her hips to her heaving breasts. Their firmness squeezed and manipulated by his fingers while she bounced on his cock. Tahlia moaned loudly at the sensations that ran through her body. She was aware that her outbursts would draw attention, but it was out of her control. Her body responded to the desire he created. His hand took hold of her silken hair and pulled her from his lap to lay face down over the arm of the chair. He pushed her forward to raise her hips, then invaded her tight ass without hesitation or gentleness. Tahlia cried out from the force of his entry. She sobbed in pain while he rammed into her. There was no time to adjust to the intrusion. Master Falcon fucked her with abandon. Tahlia could only cry and wait for him to finish. She was helpless to his assault. He thrust forcefully into her a few more times before he took hold of her hair and pulled her to her knees. His engorged cock entered her mouth and released its offering. Tahlia’s lips wrapped tightly around him as she swallowed his gift. Her tongue washed every ridge of his shaft as she cleaned him thoroughly. When she was through, Master Falcon sat back in his chair, leaving Tahlia kneeling at his side. This immediately left her aware of her state and of the public scene that had just unfolded. It soon intensified. Master Falcon rose and refastened her cuffs to his chair, then walked to the bar. Tahlia’s eyes zeroed in on a spot on the floor. She couldn’t look at the faces of those passing by. What was taking him so long? The longer he was gone, the more self-aware Tahlia became. How did such a shy girl develop an animalistic need? And in a public place. The tears came as the thoughts invaded her mind. She gulped back her emotions and waited his return. Sensing her discomfort, but pleased with her, Master Falcon returned and removed the chain from his chair. He unsnapped her cuffs and told her to dress. It shocked Tahlia that it was as unnerving to dress as it had been to strip. Her hands shook while she pulled on her panties and slipped back into the dress. Master Falcon stood and hugged her tightly before he led her from the club. Lord Draven, the light-haired man Tahlia had seen conversing with Master Falcon months earlier, shook his head as they left. He had watched their scene with disapproval. His feelings were that Master Falcon had been far too lenient with his new slave. She had blushed like a virgin bride. More should have been done to teach her of her role. A slave should never hide, but be proud to display herself for the enjoyment of her master. He had wanted to pull her hair back from her face to expose her totally to the crowd that had watched. Yes. He would have given them a show. Filled with thoughts of the actions he would have taken, Lord Draven motioned for Leda to come to him. She did so hesitantly, knowing the cruelty he could inflict. Leda had served him before and was not eager to do so again. But, as a slave to the Tavern, she had no choice. Her role was to serve the members of the club. It was the price she paid for her allowance to live in the rooms above. Obediently, she went to him and knelt at his feet. He pulled the short chain attached to the thick brass collar around her neck. His trademark cane was in his hand as he walked her to the middle of the room. Leda scrambled on hands and knees to keep up to his long strides. Not satisfied with her efforts, Lord Draven struck her fleshy ass repeatedly with his cane, causing tears to well up in her eyes. At the desired spot, he had Leda stand in her position of submission. She clasped her hands tightly behind her neck and waited his orders. Usually there was great pleasure in serving the members of the club. She liked the way they inspected her tight body, their fingers exploring her every orifice. Even their discipline was enjoyed if she was slow in retrieving their drinks or other requests. Lord Draven was another story. His actions held a certain malice to them. He loved to watch his slaves writhe in agony while they performed. Although many did not approve of his tactics, his scenes in the club always drew a crowd. Tonight was no exception. Leda watched the members gather around them. Her skin pricked while she waited for him to begin. The cane sliced against her inner thigh, that being his order to spread her legs wide. She did so immediately, trying to obey his every instruction to perfection. Her body would endure his use but she did not want to incur any infractions that would prolong her service to him. “Beg, slut. Beg to feel the sting of my cane on your whore flesh.” His voice was loud and demanding. It carried a menacing edge. Without thought, Leda begged him to beat her. Tears came silently at the first strike across her perky tits. The crimson line left behind was evidence of the force he had used. His assault continued on her small breasts until they were fully marked in a crisscrossed pattern. He gave no thought to the crying girl as he inspected his work. The leash jerked sharply. Lord Draven ordered Leda to bend and grasp her ankles, which exposed her ripe pussy and ass to the crowd. Standing at her left side, he connected the cane to her bottom. One side of her ass was punished, then the other. Pleased with the nasty red patterns left behind, he aimed the cane directly at her exposed sex. Leda jumped forward from the blow. Powerful hands grabbed her hair and held her firm. The cane beat down on her swollen lips. Vicious swings met with high-pitched screams. Pleased with her pain, he released his grip on her hair and threw her to the floor. As Leda lay crying in a heap, Lord Draven ordered her to her knees. The pain made it hard for her to move, but she did so. Once again, she brought her hands behind her neck in position. He pushed her head back. Removing his manhood from his pants, he let go a yellow stream onto her face. With a slight shrug, Lord Draven returned his cock to his pants and left the Tavern. Your comments, criticisms, votes and feedback are appreciated.