12 comments/ 18046 views/ 5 favorites Songbird By: Liar First story in a slowly progressing series. Njoi. ---------------------------------------- Songbird "Come here, Jenny." "Yes, Sir." I still couldn't believe it. Every time that reply came, that meek, obedient breath, I had to pinch myself. "Yes, Sir.", "No, Sir.", "As you wish, Michael.", "Does it please you?", "Did I do good?", whispered, spoken, occasionally shouted, and always with a gleam in her eye, and a tiny smile dancing on her lips. I loved her, there was no doubt about it, she had me wrapped around her delicate finger, my heart in her exquisite palm. And still, the undivided attention, the quiet waiting, the blush of excitement on her face over my calmly spoken command... It was all so strange to me, so utterly alien to everything I had come to know about human nature. And still I loved it. I couldn't get enough. What had happened to me? When did she rewire my head like that? ----- I met Jenny two months ago. It was one of those ways that people meet. You know, if you had ten couples in the same room, and asked that question, at least three of them would serve you just about the same kind of story. The kind where the two had to share a cab, got placed in the same train coupe, shared tables at Burger King. That kind. It's not even a remotely interesting one in my case. It started at Heathrow airport, where we bumped into each other in the transit hall, and I mean literally. She was running along in one direction towards one gate, and I was in just as much of a hurry to get to another one. We both had our mind on the flight we were almost about to miss, and our hopeful eyes on a big board on my right that displayed information on delayed take-offs. The next thing I remember was being body-slammed at 60 Mph by the entire Miami Dolphins. At least, that was my first impression. My second impression was that of a rather petite and very attractive woman falling on top of me. We both fell clumsily to the floor, and as I tried to regain the breath that she knocked out of me, I hissingly apologised for not watching my steps. "Oh, please don't. It was all me. I'm such an air-head sometimes," came the soft reply. She had the leanest and smoothest voice I had ever heard. As a matter of fact, it was for the better that I almost got run over by her. I was completely going in the wrong direction. My sense of location wasn't the best to begin with, and with three straight smoky-as-hell Glenfiddich in my brain, I had completely lost it. "I think we both were kind of obsessed with the departure times, eh?" I assured her. "So it's just as much my fault. Are you ok?" She nodded. "Good, I don't think a lawsuit is the kind of baggage that I want to take with me to Madrid right now," I said with a smile. "To Madrid? Not flight 212?" she asked me, while she collected herself and the contents of her briefcase from the floor. "That's the one." "Well, you just passed it." "I did?" "Twenty steps behind you. That's where I'm going." "Jesus, I'll have to pay more attention to where I'm steering. Thanks for screwing my head back straight. Do we have time?" "A couple of minutes," she said. "Come on." As it turned out, fate was not done with the two of us just yet. Not only did we share the same flight, we were booked to sit next to each other. If you ask for the seat next to the emergency exit, your wish, unless already asked for before you, will probably be granted, since they think you have a fear of flying. Now, that's not the case at all for me, I just want the extra feet of leg-space that seat provides. Jenny however, was. And not only afraid, she was terrified. "It's a full fledged well documented phobia," she told me. "I take loony-pills every time I go for a longer flight." "So you're zoned out right now?" I asked. She shook her head, "Naah, this trip is not that bad. Just an hour or two is no problem." She grabbed the attention of a stewardess and promptly ordered a double whiskey. "Nothing that getting sloshed can't help." I found myself instantly liking the outgoing, chatty woman. She was a picture to look at, and she had the most disarming wit. And a voice, god damn what a vocal register. During runway taxying we engaged in friendly nonsense chatter, but I could feel in the timbre of her voice that she was getting a bit tense. "This part sucks," she announced, as we stood on the runway ready to roll off up into the grey English skies. Then the pilot hit the pedal and a panicked hand clutched my jacket. I could see Jenny grimace in anguish, and I did the only thing I could think of, I laid my free arm around her shoulders and aimed for a friendly, paternal, comforting pat. Jenny didn't care either way, she just reached out and pulled me closer to her, buried her terrified face in my chest and hyperventilated her way through take-off and the first minute of climbing. ----- From that moment, we were inseparable. And I really mean physically, I don't think there was more than a short moment now and then that our eyes and skin were not in contact. Her magnificent, soft, soothing voice had me hypnotised all through the flight, and my arm around her shoulders, as well as her hand resting on my chest stayed put. It didn't feel weird at all, not too flirty. I know it should have, I'm not the guy who jumps into cuddling with strange women on airplanes. But somehow, Jenny was different. So easy to get along with, so uncomplicated to figure out, and apparently just as willing to flirt like a madman as I found myself being. And somehow, from that, it just escalated. We shared a cab from the airport, sat in silence and held hands as the dusty midsummer Spain rolled under us, bringing the core of the bustling capital city closer minute by minute. Things just happened, and I never saw anything coming. First there was the hotel. She had not booked any room for the night. Nothing surprising there, it was low season after all. You'd have no real problem finding decent lodging at any time of the day, at least not if you had the money to pay for something a little bit more comfortable than the simplest resort hotel. So it was decided that she'd follow me, dump her bags in my room, and we'd hit the streets of Madrid ASAP. "I know this place..." she cooed, her fingers playing absently with my already loosened tie knot, as the big city edged closer. "I know this place." "You already said that," I interrupted. "Sorry," she said. "But you know, now I just have to start all over again. So I'll say it a third time." "Don't bother," I said and placed a tentative hand on her thigh as I leaned closer. She didn't resist, just smiled. Reassured I was in the playing field I continued the silly banter, "I'll say it for you. You know this place...?" She turned to me and put her arms around my neck, drawing me even closer. All I saw now was those beautiful, mischievous eyes of hers. "...this place where the air is filled with the smell of red wine, there are candles everywhere, and the things they serve, Jesus you just have to try it to believe me, but it makes me want to tear off my clothes, run into the kitchen and serve myself to the chef." "Jenny! How much did you have to drink on that plane?" "Yeah, I'm a little tipsy. So?" "Well, I mean..." I didn't get any further, until I realised that I was talking into her soft lips brushing against mine. My voice, along with all sensible thoughts faded into the background, as she leaned in, and we shared the longest, gentlest and most sincere kiss I had ever had. I know the cab driver was watching us, he had stopped breathing somewhere along the line, and my shoved aside sensibility was quite busy wondering if he was keeping any eye on the road as well. It was when he finally let out his breath that the spell broke, and I was jolted back into reality that I realised that maybe I too should breathe. If I was to die, I might as well die suffocating with her lips against mine, but this was neither the time nor the place for that. I broke the kiss, and we just sat there staring at each other for well over a minute. "Take me to that restaurant," I finally managed to say. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Yes. Yes sir!" "Sir?" I said with an amused smile. "Well, you know..." She gave me a little mock salute, and sank down with a soft giggle to rest her head on my chest. I let my arms encircle her, and like two long-since lovers we shared the comfort and silence of each other, while the cab took us the last ten minutes to my hotel. I barely knew the girl, I had met her by a fluke of coincidences just a few hours before, and it felt like I had known her all my life. It was so bloody perfect, that I started to get suspicious. The secluded little tavern was everything Jenny had promised, and more. I can't even remember what I ordered. The combination of tastes exploding like orgasms in my mouth, the scent of burning wax, musky red wine and her breath never far away was intoxicating, and after the second bottle I had completely lost my sense of time. And soon, all sense of being in a public place. We let our hands slide against arms and legs, our heads close together in playful whisper. We laughed more than we ate, we kissed more then we laughed, she fed me olives from between her lips and wine through her deep kisses. I don't even remember how we ended up back at my hotel room, but it was pretty clear by now that she was going nowhere on her own. Finally, behind closed doors, she turned to me, a little blushed from the wine, but with the strangest questioning look in her eyes. "So, what do you want me to do now?" I had to let her words sink in. What did she mean? Wasn't it obvious? I wanted to tear off my clothes, throw her on the bed and ravage her until my balls bled. I wanted to pin her to the... wait. That's what I wanted to do. "What I want...you to do?" "Yes, tell me what to do. Anything at all. Just tell me." Well, if that was how she was going to play this game, I could definitely follow. "Ok then," I said, "don't do anything for now. Just stand there and look irresistible. That shouldn't be too hard." And she stood. It is hard to explain really. I mean, she was already standing there, but now it was not by default, but by choice - my choice. She straightened her posture and looked at me with apprehensive eyes, as if measuring me out. I took a few steps around her, admiring her small but well proportioned frame. Her flowery summer dress left her tanned arms and shoulders bare, save for two thin straps and those of her bra beneath. Her wavy hair hung cascading from a knot in the back of her head, over her neck and back. Her arms hung straight down her sides, but I could see that she was tense. The dress ended high up her thighs, and seemed almost painted to her hips and that gorgeous bubble butt of hers. As I walked behind her, she kept her eyes and head straight forward, as if she was a soldier at a drill instruction. "Wow, you're really something," I murmured. "Do you have any idea how sexy you look?" She didn't answer, but I could see her chest heave, and peeking from the side I saw a smile spread on her lips. I leaned closer and placed a kiss on the base of her neck. I felt her inhale, and I stood up again. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom," I said. "Let's see if you can make yourself even more beautiful. Why don't you let out your hair? And step out of those shoes, ok?" "You don't like the shoes?" She sounded genuinely concerned. "For a night out, definitely. In here, for what I have in mind...no. That would be too much of a bad cliché, wouldn't you say?" She nodded and reached for the hairband. I took her hand and stopped her. "Wait. Let me get out of the way first." I went to the bathroom, but had another notion. I turned around toward her in the doorway. "Oh, and get out of the bra and panties too. But keep the dress on." I half expected some either serious or playful remark about my instructions. But Jenny just looked at me and whispered a small but clear "yes". I stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. Truth is, I had no real business at the john. I was just more turned on by this than I had been in my entire life. I had almost painted the inside of my boxers with cum by just moving around out there, and had to steady my nerves. I took hold of the sink and took a few deep breaths. Out there was the most beautiful, intriguing and sexy woman I had ever met, and it seemed like I was free to order her to do anything I wanted. But first I had to get rid of this painful erection, or all the fun would be over before it had even started. That was easier that I had thought. I just had to unzip, pull out my cock, close my eyes and think of her. A few seconds later I felt my balls twitch, and I shot a load straight at the bathroom wall. It was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had, and I hadn't even done anything with her yet. After steadying my breathing, I wiped up the evidence, zipped up my pants, flushed and washed my hands. It was time to continue. Jenny was still watching me when I came out from the bathroom. Her hair was let out, her high heeled shoes were put away neatly in a corner. I couldn't see where she had put her underwear, but I could see that her bra-straps were gone. Other than that, she stood in exactly the same position as before. The situation was so bizarre. She was standing there, seemingly eager to please me, as if she didn't have me wrapped around her finger already. I couldn't help but emit a short laugh. Her reaction to that was even stranger. "What? Did I miss something?" she said, and looked in confusion down her own body. "You said the hair and the shoes and..." "...and the rest, yes," I filled in. "No, you didn't miss a beat, baby. You are just perfect...so perfect. Now stay put." I walked up to her, put a hand under her chin to tilt her head back, and gave her a long, sincere kiss. She responded eagerly, and our tongues slid against each other. But still she didn't move. My other arm was around her waist, pulling her closer to me, but her arms remained passive. I broke the kiss, and let my lips wander. Down her cheek, the side of her neck, her shoulders, and further down her deep decolletage. Her head was thrown back, her breath strained, and I felt her arms tense and her fists clench. But she kept her arms down. "What's the matter? Are you ok?" I said, as I hesitated. "Please..." she panted. "What?" "Let me, let me.... Come on..." "Let you what?" "Please, let me touch you." And the penny dropped. I thought it was just a silly game, and that that particular foreplay would be over as soon as I started having my way with her. She wanted so bad to put her hands on me, to do what I did to her. But she was still waiting for my permission. Holy shit, she knew how to make a guy feel special, all right. "By god, yes!" I told her. "Touch me, kiss me, lick, suck, fuck my brains out, in any damn order you want to. Take the lead, pretty." She was all over me before the last word had hit the opposite wall. She pressed her lips against mine, flung her arms around my neck and pressed her body against me. I hiked her dress up, grabbed her ass with both my hands, and let them roam up and down her back and thighs. Together and locked like that we staggered towards the bed. At some moment, I can't actually remember when, either of us must have paused our kissing long enough to let Jenny's dress fall off her shoulders, because when we reached the bed, and I pushed her onto it, it was the sight of her full naked body that I saw lying there. From that point, it was all instinct. I can't remember the details. I try, but it is all a mess of impressions and flashes. The taste of her nipple between my lips, the electric tingle of her fingertips stroking my growing shaft. The suddenly distant look in her eyes when she straddled my hips and sank down on me, slowly, ever so slowly swallowing my cock between her legs. The sight of her thrown back head. And how I pushed harder and harder, trying desperately to go deeper and deeper, to fill her more completely than anyone before me, more than was physically possible. And now, seven hours after that take-off at Heathrow, she buried her face in my chest once again. Not terrified of flight this time, but stifling a scream as she flew high on the waves of an orgasm and wrapped her legs around me, driving me harder and harder against her rocking, spasming body. My last climax, how many that night I have no idea, had passed more than a minute earlier, exploding in my loins, in my head, in my chest, legs, cock, as I shot my load straight into her. Her hair a messy halo around her on the pillows below me, our bodies glistening with the sweat of a magic night in the summer heat of Madrid. In the afterchocks of that unload, I thought I'd cool down. But she carried me on, panting, grunting, pleading, shouting wordless mantras into the night, and into my mouth when I covered her lips with mine and plunged my tongue to slide side by side with hers. Then out into the air again, as I licked her neck, kissed her face, and kept on fucking with an aching cock now only kept rigid out of sheer surprise. I hammered into her as hard and as fast as I could, and she screamed primal feline growls in response. I steadied myself on one hand, used the other to slide down to her pussy, and started pinching and pushing against her clit. The reaction was almost instant. Jenny let out a loud yell, and the walls of her sex contracted to squeeze small jolts of pain into my cock, veritably singing on the last verse. She arched her back and dug her fingernails into my ass and back as she pulled me to her. I kept working on her clit and she kept on thrashing around and screaming. Finally, after far longer than I had expected, her climax subsided, and the frantic bucking and the attempt to draw blood out of my buttocks subsided, and finally died. Spent and exhausted I sank down on the mattress beside her. After a few minutes of letting our breaths and pulses regain some kind of control over our bodies, Jenny turned and laid herself close up against me, head on my chest, leg draped over mine. I was beginning to feel the long, intense day take it's toll on me, so I barely heard her sleepy murmur. "It's been years," she said. "Hmm?" "Years since I felt...like this. Thank you." "No, thank you. You are so amazing, Jenny, in all kinds of ways. So...so..." It was hard to reply, let alone think straight, I felt sleep tugging, almost burning behind my eyes, begging for closed lids. "I love you," she whispered, "and I want to be yours. All yours. Do you want that?" "Yes...I would...love..that..." I don't really know why I said that, it just seemed like the right thing at the moment. That seemed to satisfy her. She purred a little "Thank you", and went silent. After a few seconds I realised that her breathing had changed. Jenny had fallen asleep. At that very moment, the gentle arms of darkness, a deep, satisfied, dreamless sleep took me in. ----- When I woke up the next morning, Jenny wasn't there. Or at least, that was my first assumption, that she had woken up before me, and in the new light of dawn, with a hangover from too much wine, decided that our adventure last night should be the end of it, then silently packed up and tiptoed out. Out of my life, forever. There was nobody weighting down the mattress beside me, no arm resting on my chest, no face and hair snuggling up against my neck. No, Jenny was gone. The magic connection from yesterday had been only the same old illusion as always. It was always like that. Infatuation and alcohol seems to paint such pretty pictures of people in our heads, and in the light of the next morning, the real person is there, just a guy, or just a girl, with flaws and bruises like everyone else. In a familiar sting of disappointment, I groaned and sat up, bracing myself for the impending hangover slaughter of my senses. Songbird As the first rush of mild nausea surged through me, I could with a small satisfied feeling note that I was not as deep into the post intoxicated swamp as I had expected. With a few gallons of black coffee and an aspirin or three, I'd be fit for fight again. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, then pried my eyes open to locate the most furniture-free route to the bathroom. The first thing I saw was Jenny. She was sitting in an armchair in the other end of the room, wearing a white shirt that she must have borrowed from my bags, because it was clearly too big for her. It was unbuttoned, and opened, one shoulder bare, and I could see the profile of a breast and a pink nipple against the dark blue fabric of the chairs cushions. She sat with one leg casually dangling from the armrest, and the other pulled up on the seat, hugged by her arms. She held a glass of water in her hands, and sipped the content slowly. Her hair was still a ruffled mess from yesterday, her eyes were weary and her makeup was smeared, but in the light seeping in from the curtained window, she looked as beautiful as ever. "Hey, gorgeous," I said and gave her my best too-early-in-the-morning grin. "I thought you'd bailed out on me." She returned my smile with a weary one of her own. "Now why would I ever do that?" "Maybe you were in a hurry somewhere, or maybe you got to see me in the buff while you were sober, that ought to scare the bejesus out of anyone." Jenny sputtered water all over the chair she sat in in a laugh attack that was more endearing than all of the enchantment of yesterday combined. I had to hand it to her, even now, at her most hung over ugliest, she was a marvel just to watch. "Oh come on," she said. "You're a good looking guy." "I don't feel like one right now. How's your head?" She made a face. "Ugh, terrible. Say, do you know any Spanish at all? There are some pills in the bathroom cupboard, but I'll be damned in I can figure out which one is closest to an Aspirin. But here, have some water." "Thanks," I said, and took the glass from her. Our hands brushed slightly against each other, and that was all it took. I felt a faint surge of excitement through my body. God, what an effect she had on me. "You couldn't look terrible even if you tried." "How sweet of you to say that. I feel like someone coughed up a furball in each of my ears. And my stomach is even worse. That's why I'm over here instead of with you in bed. First of all, I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. Second, I didn't want to puke on you. I think I've made a good impression so far, but that would definitely had made things a bit awkward between us. And I really want to keep seeing you. I like you, Michael. I like you a lot." "Good," I said. "because I like you very much too. But...if you excuse me now, I'm gonna have to go and have a very unglamorous conversation on the porcelain phone. So hold that thought." "Got it," she said with a grin. "Do you want breakfast? I can order up." "You're an angel. Pints of coffee, and something light. If I see any bacon or sausages, I'm gonna hurl up my toenails." ----- An unglamorous porcelain conversation and a soothing shower later, I stepped into one of the hotel's bathrobes and out of the bathroom. Jenny was standing by the room service cart, having a casual conversation with a nervous man in a hotel uniform. He looked quite young, probably just a student working a little extra by the side, and right now he didn't quite know if he should stare at the woman in front of her, or prudently look away. Jenny hadn't made any effort at all to cover up, but was cheerfully chatting with him. Her, or my, shirt was still open and her lovely graces in full plain view, as if she didn't even notice. The poor kid didn't know how to react, and had decided to just stare straight ahead and politely but stuttering answer her questions. "Well, well, well," I said. "What have we got here? Are you two getting it on or what?" He seemed to have a small, controlled heart attack, then scrambled through the trays on the cart, producing a receipt. "I, well, no, I just...here." "What is this?" I asked. "The receipt. Y-y-you need to sign...here. That's why I was waiting. It's your room, sir." I raised a mocking eyebrow. "Hmm. So you say," I said, and took a pen out of the young man's shaking hand. I put my signature on the paper and handed it back to him. "Yes sir," he said. "I wasn't...you know..." "Of course you weren't, dear," Jenny interrupted and took a few cat-like steps up towards him, snuggled up delectably close and gave him a kiss on the cheek, before shoving a ten Euro bill down the front pocket of his pants, as deep as she could. She held her hand down there for several seconds, and it was as if time stood still. The room service boy grew silent and his jaw slowly dropped. Then Jenny suddenly whispered "Now...bye bye!" and let go of him. He didn't waste any time, and just darted out of the room as fast as he could. I could only imagine that his immediate plan was to find somewhere private, to either subdue his already noticeable erection, or take matters into his own hands. As soon as the door hinge clicked into place, Jenny broke down on the floor in uncontrollable giggle fits, and I soon joined her. "That was an amazing display, Jenny," I said when I gained control of my breathing again. "Thanks. Poor guy, you should have heard him up close. I'm almost sure I heard a quiet little whimper there at one point." She leaned back against the side of the bed and looked at me. "Are you feeling better now?" "Much better. You?" She nodded, then just sat there, looking at me. Just sat, and looked into my eyes. Not amused, not curious, just looked, patiently waiting. I got up and walked over to her. She didn't stand up, but her eyes were still locked to mine, and she tilted her head up to me as I stood before her. Her big, bright pools of blue, reflecting my own gaze back at me. I held my hands out to her, and her delicate fingers and smooth palms found mine. For some reason, she seemed almost nervous where she sat. Nervous for what? She was the most amazing, titillating being I had ever seen, radiating intelligence, charm and sex appeal. Why should she be nervous around me? I took a step back and pulled her up on her feet. Still hand in hand, I put mine low behind her back, causing the shirt she was wearing to pull open. Her breasts came free and I pulled her closer to me, causing her pink nipples to rub against the soft fabric of my bathing robe. I could feel Jenny quiver from the light but pleasant sensation, and the arched her chest out to cause some more friction. "Do you like that?" I asked. "Mhm. It feels nice." I let go of her hands and slid mine down to cup her buttocks, and her arms fell to her sides. She was totally content just standing there, a few inches from me, brushing her nipples back and forth, back and forth over the robe's towel-like surface. She swayed her upper body left and right in a smooth, flowing motion. It was almost like a sensual, seductive dance, with a slow, soothing rhythm. Jenny must have had exactly the same notion, because soon her hips and ass under my hands started wagging back and forth too. Maybe involuntarily at first, but when she noticed my raised eyebrows, she cracked a smile like a summer morning and brought up her arms to circle my neck. She pulled closer to me and tugged me with her into that hypnotic, swaying motion. For several minutes, none of us said a word, just circled around, shared an intimate slow-dance in the silence of the room, her breasts were pressed up close to me now, and her cheek rested on my shoulder. And we just danced, let the room, the word, the universe, shrink to the two of us, and the imaginary music in our heads. There was only me, she, that wonderful sway and something else, I realised. I didn't even hear when she began, I was so lost in this half-dream, but when I emerged from the trance-like state that she had put me in, I realised that Jenny's sweet, smooth voice was busy softly humming an enticing melody to the pace of our feet. This mentally and physically breathtaking woman was singing. She was really singing, and she sung like nothing I had ever heard. I stopped dancing in sheer surprise, and tilted my head to look at her face. Her eyes, that had been serenely closed, suddenly popped up. Her dazed eyes found mine, and a small gasp emerged from her lips. "I...oh my...did I..." "Sing? Yes you did." "I'm sorry, it's just something that happens. I...I can't help it. God, this is so embarrassing," she said. But still did nothing to turn herself or even her eyes away. A flustered blush started to blossom on her cheeks. "Why? I think it sounded great." "It's not that, I just... oh, you wouldn't understand." "Ok, you've lost me completely," I said and took her face between my hands. She still looked straight at me, but her eyes were hazy, as if tears were about to well up. "Why would you singing be a bad thing?" "Because I can't control it, " she whispered. "It just happens. I can't sing on command, only when I don't think about it. And I can't help when it happens." "Um...so?" She gave me a sad little smile. "Sweet man... I kind of just now realised that you didn't really mean what you said yesterday, or maybe you didn't understand me, I don't know. It doesn't matter." she took a deep breath, and kissed me lightly on the lips. "And from the look on your face now, I can clearly see that you're totally in the blue." "You got that right," I replied. "Care to explain what the hell you are talking about?" "Of course. Promise you won't freak?" "You eat children?" "Not quite." "Then I think I'll cope. Spit it out, Jenny." And spit she did. I could see that it was awkward for her, that she really felt embarrassed about the whole thing. But out came the words, as if I had flipped a switch. "It's me, it's all me. I'm not your average girlfriend material, and I could never have that regular kind of relationship with someone. It just wouldn't work," She said, let go of me and sank down on the bed behind her, where she took a beep breath before continuing. "Phew, ok here we go. I'm a sub. Submissive, you know? It's the only way that has ever worked for me. If I'm in a relationship I need...I need control to feel good about myself. To belong, to be...guided. To trust someone with all that. I need to be told what to do. Between four eyes, I need that more than anything." "More than love?" "More...than anything. But I failed. I sang when I was told to be quiet. And I couldn't take a note when ordered to sing. No matter the consequences, no matter the punishment. I couldn't obey, I couldn't comply, and it cost me my master, it left me alone. I...I can't be alone." She almost sobbed those last words, and her breath was shaking. What was this? Submission? Mind games? I had thought her act last night had been nothing but harmless fun, but here she was, tears welling up in her eyes over something I wouldn't even begin to understand. But she was serious about it. Dead serious. She sat there, looking so small and fragile that I just wanted to kneel down, take her in my arms and make everything all right. The problem was, how the hell would I do that? I didn't even know what was wrong. I thought I knew exactly where I'd had Jenny, but in the blink of an eye, she had steered out into deep and very strange waters. "No...no," she tentatively continued, "of course it wasn't just the singing. I mean, come on, that would be silly, right?" "It would? Well, what the hell do I know?" I said, but was cut off by her unhappy can-I-please-finish-my-story look. "Erm...sorry. Please go on." "Yes...yes it would be. But that and other things like it now and then. I couldn't surrender myself to the level he wished. I tried and I tried I bent myself backwards to be who he wanted me to be. I loved him, I really did, but everyday I could see a little bit more disappointment in his eyes, a bit more frustration over how I behaved. I just couldn't take it anymore. I had failed, and I knew for sure that it was never going to work. He'd never be satisfied with me, and I'd never be his...not for real. Not like he needed me to be. That was the real deal here. I could never make him happy. And if he wasn't happy, how could I be?" I didn't say anything. I honestly had no idea what to reply. "Oh dear," she said and wiped the tears away from her face. "Now you've gotten me all mushy here. I shouldn't cry, I promised myself I shouldn't cry. I'm over him, I am so over him. He wasn't good for me anyway. Too strict for me, way too tough." Jenny had begun talking more to herself than to me, and she obviously realised that too, as she gave up a little sad laugh. "God, you must think I'm totally crazy," she said. I sat down beside her and stroke her back. "No, I don't think you are crazy. You are one of the most intelligent and sane persons I've ever met. But I really don't understand anything of what you're talking about. It's so far off my radar that you'd need the Hubble telescope to find it. I kind of understand, sure. I mean, isn't it just the same that everyone goes through, finding out that what you thought was the perfect match didn't really work out?" She nodded. "Yes, I guess so. Oh well, let's not wallow in the gloom of my ex, shall we? Come on, we still have a day and a night here in sunny Madrid, let's not waste it with this." Taken back by the sudden change of direction and mood in Jenny, I just nodded in agreement. Just a few minutes ago, she went from sultry erotica queen to that fragile little angel, and now, in a heartbeat her voice had taken on a cheerful tone of spunky girlfriend. I realised that she was trying to suppress her gloomy mood to primary make me feel better. But I really didn't know how and with what I could had continued the other conversation anyway. Jenny jumped up from the bed and over to the elaborately arranged plates and pitchers that was our breakfast. "Let's see, what can I get you? We've got grapefruit...waffles... coffee, tea, orange juice, what's this...apple juice too, some kind of salad, sandwiches, and...bleah, really greasy sausages. Sorry, I specifically told them to leave out anything too beefy." "No problem, just leave it the hell alone and never mention them again. And put that cover back on the plate, I can feel the smell of butter over here even." "Eek. Is it that bad?" "Want a demonstration?" "No sir." She said and put the lid back over the reeking cardiac arrest triggers. "So, what will it be?" She assembled a plate and came over to the bed. We climbed up to settle in the middle, and had our breakfast there, pic-nic style in the middle of a mattress still smelling of yesterday's sweat, creams and god knows what else. "So," Jenny said in between mouthfuls of cantaloupe and some kind of sweet yoghurt that she greedily devoured, while I carefully sipped my hot coffee. "What are your plans for today? What are you doing here in Madrid anyway?" "Besides getting jiggy with you? I'm meeting some distributors later today. Didn't I tell you about my work sometime yesterday?" "Probably, but I wasn't really listening. It was something with movies?" "Yep, I distribute them. It's not as glamorous as it sounds. It's the makers of the movies that are the cool bunch. I never meet any movie stars or anything, only suits and ties. Why do you ask?" "Just planning ahead. I'm meeting up with a friend who comes in from Tarragona tomorrow. So we've got all day to do all kinds of naughty things in all kinds of places today, right?" I stopped in mid-sip. Again she had surprised me. All this talk about submission and how nothing else would do for her, and still?... I would had guessed that a swift breakfast, a quick kiss in the door and a 'See ya when i see ya.' would be the next logical step. "So you still want to hang out with mr Normal? Even if I can't measure up to that guy you used to see. Your...master...dom...or whatever you guys call eachother." "Oh yes you could. I mean, you did. Yesterday you did. I could hear it in your voice." "Hear what? I was just having fun. I'm sorry, but I have to be honest with you. You might have seen something, felt something that wasn't there. I was only fooling around, nothing else." Jenny looked at me and said nothing for several seconds, but a flicker of a smile danced on her lips. There was something incredulous in her eyes, something that hinted that she had opened a window in my head and glanced at parts of me that I was oblivious of myself. When she finally spoke, it was with a voice like that deep, melodic golden song. "You liked it," she hummed. A sensual teasing taunt. "You loved it. I could see. I'm not blind. You absolutely loved to have someone to dominate like that. Don't tell me you didn't love it. The attention, the control..." "...the totally gorgeous naked and willing woman in my bed?" I cut her off. "You don't think that was what I loved? I'm a simple guy, simple things like that is what makes me happy. And you are sex walking, you're so hot that you'll melt the asphalt under your feet if you stand still too long." She gave up a delightful little giggly laugh. "Thank you! How nice of you to say so. But you are far from the 'simple guy' you try to keep up the image of, so don't you try to bullshit yourself out of this. You had me yesterday, and I don't mean just physically. I was yours in every way imaginable. Whatever you wanted of me, I would have given you." She leaned closer, let her hand slip inside my robe, and teased her way from my chest, and down to my stomach. She knew what she'd find on the end of that descent, and her smooth, sexy, whispered tease pumped new blood into my already attentive cock. "I was yours," she hissed. "Yours to feel, to fuck in any way you wanted. Yours to command, to control, yours to deprave in any way you can think of. Your lover, your slut, your property. A concubine, a whore, a fuck toy. Your fuck toy..." She had closed her fingers softly around my rigid shaft and was ever so slowly moving her hand up and down, up and down in a pumping motion that stroke by stroke evaporated any coherent thought from my mind. All the time she continued to whisper her sexy edging siren's song into my ear. "Wouldn't you want that again? All the time? Wouldn't that be great? I want to serve you, Michael. I want to be your doll, your property, your toy. Yours, all yours. Don't tell me you wouldn't want that." There was no way to tell her anything. I couldn't find the words to say much at all, let alone say no to a beautiful, almost naked goddess with her hand around my cock. And I realised that I really didn't want to say no either. Parts of my brain was still wondering what the hell was wrong with this girl, while other parts spoke to me in a language I couldn't quite understand. Just weird, unidentifiable emotions, but my libido had already gotten the point. I had never in my life been so sexually excited as that moment, and my monkey brain screamed at me to just tear the shirt and thin silk panties off her delectable body and fuck her brains out. So I did. Away went my cup of hot coffee. It made a pretty arch across the bed, to land bouncing with a clattering thump, splashing colombian black over a carpet by the short side. I didn't care about no bloody carpet though, or about the bread, and sweet, sticky fruit that left crumbs and stains on the bedsheets as I shoved them aside. Jenny stopped in sexy, seductive mid-sentence to stare at me in surprise, a wordless question formed on her lips. Before she was able to say anything at all, I had yanked down the shirt from her shoulders. She gasped and glanced down at the erection protruding from my now open robe, and then gaping in excitement, met my gaze again, a fiery stare that only fuelled my lust even more. Songbird She wanted it, she wanted it just as incredibly bad as I did. Yesterday had been wonderful, an intricate power play, a delicate dance of touch, taste, need and caress, mixed with sudden periods of prolonged, intense passionate lovemaking. Now it was time for something different. No restraints, no barriers, just pure raw energy channelled into remorseless fucking. I roughly shoved her back down on the bed, tore off my bathing robe, and pushed her thighs wide open. Jenny didn't say anything, didn't protest or encourage me, just followed. She looked up at me with lust filled eyes, and her breathing was rapid. I kneeled down between her spread legs, and put my hands on her thighs. "So, you want to be taken, is that it? You want to be my fuck-toy? Is that it?" "Yes..." she whispered. "Yes what, Jenny?" "Yes! Please make me yours. Please possess me! If only for today. I beg you." I flashed a wild grin at her. "Then lie there, shut up, and hold on to something." "Yes, Michael." The sight of how Jenny meekly surrendered her body to me, took a deep, trembling breath and gripped the lattice above her head with both hands is something that I can't even begin to describe. Holy mother of... she actually took every word I said by the letter. It had just been an expression, my poor attempt at wit, but she had shut her mouth and grabbed hold of something all right. The sight made my blood boil in a power rush like nothing I had ever felt. A feeling so strange to me, and yet so right, so intoxicating. I gently nudged the tip of my cock into her welcoming opening, and stopped there. Jenny shuddered beneath me and a frustrated frown formed on her brow. She bit her lip and looked at me with pleading eyes. She didn't have to say anything. Those eyes said it all, how desperately much she wanted me to fill her up, to push myself inside of her, how she had to fight with all her willpower to stand by my first directive and lie still, instead of just thrust her hips up at me and push me into her. I leaned forward and put a finger over her excitingly panting mouth. I could see her tense shoulders and neck, and actually feel how her heart was threatening to hop away all by itself from beating too hard and too fast. She was on the verge of hysteria from the anticipation. My other hand went up to rest on her chest. I could feel every heartbeat. "Ssh," I whispered. "Calm down, baby. Shh." Her lips parted slightly, and the tip of my finger slipped into her mouth, she closed her lips and stared to suck softly, running her soft warm tongue back and forth. To the sound of my voice, her breathing became calmer and deeper, and her pulse rate finally began to settle. I pulled out my finger from her mouth and got down on my elbows to give her a soft kiss on the lips. I then pulled my head back to look down into her beautiful, hazy, serene eyes... ...and without warning, slammed my hips down on her, burying my cock all the way in that warm, tight pussy. Jenny gave up a grunting shout, and arched her head back. I wanted to scream too, it felt so wonderfully right to be inside of her again, and this time with no red wine numbing the sensation. The sides of her pussy gripped and squeezed at me, as if not wanting me to ever leave, as if there was no option in the world, no other woman in the history of time that could be a better place to be. To the sound of Jenny's whispered whimper, I slowly pulled out of her again, until only an inch was left inside, and thrusted forward again, even faster then the first time. Jenny screamed out a loud "Ohgodyes!". "I said, 'shh', Jenny. Quiet." I teased her. I really have no idea why, it just slipped out of me. She wanted restraints, rules, for me to control how she behaved. So I guess that's what I did. She immediately ceased her moaning babble, and clamped her mouth shut again. The look in her face right there and then, the fiery glow behind those wide pupils, was something I will never forget. "I love you. Take me. Bring it on. Give it to me." Louder than words could ever convey. From there I went on auto pilot. I pulled out and slammed back in. Slowly at first, but faster and faster, harder and harder for each stroke. Feeling those walls close in on my cock, again and again, and the same walls clinging tight as I slid out, filled all my senses, overwhelming me with the purest sensation of pleasure. I could see Jenny's joyous face below me, her wide open eyes shining and her mouth open in a gasping, gaping smile. Her hands were still locked to the wooden beams at the head of the bed, her knuckles turned white from tension, and her breasts rocked slightly back and forth every time I impaled her on my cock, driving her hard down into the mattress. In silence, to the sound of creaking bedsprings, rhythmic panting and flesh against flesh over and over, I fucked her, faster and faster. I have no idea for how long, all sense of time had vanished into thin air. And all the while, I heard her words from just before echo in my mind. "Yours to feel, to fuck... yours to command...your slut...a concubine..." Yes, she was, I realised. She was aching to be just that, and I got to be the one to claim her. This beautiful, perfect creature wanted to give me a gift like no other. A gift that I, at that lust drunk moment, was more than willing to accept. Jenny's skin was beginning to take on a sheen on sweat, her eyes were closed now, and her face was locked in a mask of concentration. Jaws clenched, head turning from side to side, brow frowned, as if she was threatening to lose it, and burst out into insane babble and shrieks of pent up lust. She had by instinct begun to push her hips back up against mine, ever so slightly, I don't think she was even aware of it herself. Finally I reached that magic point of no return, and I felt the rush of a building orgasm. I had lost track of them during the long hours in the very same bed yesterday, but this was different. I knew it, she knew it, the fucking bed itself seemed to be aware of it. This would not just be an orgasm, a shot of cum into the depths of a beautiful woman. No this was my territorial mark, my flag in the ground, my bond to her, a signature on a contract written in an alien language, but one that I was beginning to slowly decipher and understand. I could feel the hot liquid flow through my cock, and in a dream like haze, I plunged painfully deep into her and stayed there shuddering, collapsing on top of Jenny, grinding my hips down hard on her. I heard a grunting shout, and realised through the high exploding in my head that it must be my voice, and when my senses slowly returned to normal, and the divine sensation of pure extacy died down in my cock, I was still moaning into the neck and hair of Jenny beneath me. Trembling weak, I rolled to the side, and limp and wet, my cock slid out of Jenny's shuddering pussy. She drew a fast breath, but said nothing. Then another longer sigh. Still trying to catch my breath, I raised my head to see a frustrated face, and two tense arms almost ripping the end of the bed into pieces in the ambition to stay put. "Holy fuck, Jenny," I breathed. "You're incredible. Is...is something wrong?" She shook her head. Then nodded. "Oh, sorry," I said. "You can answer, of course." "I'm happy that you're happy," she said with a strained voice. "I truly am...but..." "But what?" "I'm so close. So close... Please help me cum. Or let me. I need it so bad." Oh my god. I had totally forgot about her needs. In my powertrip rush I had completely lost track of that this living breathing human beneath me had needs of her own. I was usually never that inconsiderate. I felt a brief pang of guilt, and also a stab at my self esteem as a lover. I'd make it up to her, right away....but wait. I realised that this was just the kind of thing that she probably loved. "No," I said, in an as indifferent tone as I could. I heard her gasp and got up from the bed to look down at her. Her pleading eyes almost had tears in them and she bit her lower lip so hard I thought she'd bite through it. "Stay put, baby. Stay put." A brief whimper escaped from her mouth, and a deep, oh so deep, trembling sigh. And then, the meek, obedient whisper... "...yes...Michael..." I stood and watched her writhe in wonderful torture of need for a few seconds, before speaking up again. "I'll let you help yourself now. But wait, I want to watch." I climbed back onto the bed and took seat by the head end. I loosened Jenny's arms from the woodwork and pulled her up to sit between my legs and lean her back against my chest. My hands slipped around her waist to embrace her tummy and breasts. "Now, use your hands," I murmured into the back of her head. "Slowly, slowly..." For five minutes, she brought her sexually over charged body to the verge of ecstasy, and I pulled her gently back with vocal coaching to ease up her fingering and clit rubbing. It was such a wonderful, sensual, serene moment that I wished it could go on forever. But then, I'd probably drive Jenny insane before long. Finally I let go of all restrictions on her, and told her to just go for it. The reaction was instant, she plunged three fingers to the hilt into her totally soaked pussy, and the other clamped down on her clit. After just a few seconds of fucking herself with those hands, I felt her body start to twitch, and shortly after, an arched back pressed her shoulder blades against my chest, and under my hands, I could feel her body shudder and convulse in a powerful climax that lasted for at least another half minute. Jenny threw her head back, mouth agape, breath hyperventilating, heels drumming against the mattress...but still she was silent. Not a single sound was uttered even through the throes of an intense orgasm. She finally sank back into my embrace, and we sat there in silence for a few minutes. I absently stroke her arm while replaying the last day and this morning in my head. It had been the strangest turn of events. And I still wasn't sure just what doors had been opened here. But at this very moment, there was no doubt that all felt just as it should, just right in every way. "I love you, Jenny," I said, and realised that I truly did. Whether that would be enough, whether I could follow her down that road she had to go, was another story, and something to worry about later. "I love you too," she whispered back. "I want to give this an honest shot. But I am really clueless, you know that, right? So you'll have to help me out. Guide me. Tell me what I'm supposed to do." "I know," she said with a nod. "You're doing great so far. But just ask. Demand answers, like you demand actions, you know." I said nothing. just leaned my head forward to kiss the top of her head. "Thank you, Michael," she said softly, apropos of nothing, straight out into the room. "Thank you so much." And then... "Thank you...Sir." Jenny closed her eyes, leaned her head peacefully against my shoulder... ...and sang. ---------------------------------------- Thanks for reading, let me know what you think. Comments and feedback are always very welcome. Thanks to vella for reality checks. You rock. Songbird's First Punishment I knelt on the floor, trembling. I knew that my Master was upset with me and that I was to be punished for the first time... But wait a moment, I'm getting ahead of myself. He found me as a matter of luck, really. We had known each other years ago, and had dated, but things had ended badly with us. Fortunately for me, this was not just my regret, but was shared, at least in part, by the man who would be my Master. We reconnected by a short, simple e-mail that he sent me. A kind of "hey, remember me" kind of message. The instant I saw who it was from, my heart pounded in my chest and I got chills thinking about how to reply. I replied, briefly, not giving too much away, just in case there was still some animosity there. To my great pleasure, there was none. We burned up the internet with e-mails and online chatting. Soon some of the conversations turned sexual. I could practically feel his touch on my skin during these talks, and I always wanted more, just like old times. Months passed, and there was an opportunity for me to visit his area for a family function. We made arrangements to get together for drinks. The second I saw him again, I knew that I wanted him. Being rather apprehensive, though, I didn't make a move. Over the next few days, I stole away to see him as often as I could. He made me cum so hard and so often that I thought I would die. I felt so secure with him that I gave him the one thing that I had refused even my husband – I let him fuck me in the ass. Oh! It was incredible. The feeling of it. During this, he made sure to keep his one hand pressed against the back of my neck, pushing my face into a chair as he took my ass. He called me his little whore, and asked if I liked being his little slut. Thus started my beginning as his sub. We had many conversations online after that, detailing what nasty things he would like to do to me, or have others do to me. They never failed to excite me. One day I got up the courage to call him Master. He seemed pleased that I did so, and thus I continued with this. Master always made me feel good, even if it seemed a little dirty to me. He was patient with me at all times, and pushed just enough to make me more his own. We waited and planned until we could be together again. Finally that day had arrived, and I had marred it. I waited now for his judgment. "Well, songbird... What shall I do with you?" he asked me. I knew that it was a rhetorical question, and remained kneeling, head bowed, arms clasped behind my back. He walked around me slowly. I knew he was looking at me and flushed anew. As he got behind me, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back harshly. I yelped from the pain in my scalp, and he smiled down at me with an evil look in his eyes. I couldn't tell if he was actually angry with me, or if he was just a bit annoyed. I blinked up at him, trying to read his expression. His left hand reached to his pocket, and from the corner of my eye I could see him pull out a long piece of black fabric. He pushed my head forward and tied it around my eyes, completely shutting out all light, and then moved away from me. I heard him moving about behind me, and strained my ears to try to hear precisely what he was doing. "All right, little one," he said, crossing over to me. "Let's get you up." He pulled me up by my shoulders and attempted to lead me across the room. My legs were wobbly from sitting so long on the floor, and I stumbled a bit. He turned me around and sat me on the edge of the bed. I heard his zipper go down and his soft cock was at my lips. I instantly pulled it into my mouth, and sucked on it as I knew he liked. I pushed it past my gag reflex and was rewarded with a moan from Him. He began to fuck my mouth. I hated not being able to see him. I reached my hands up to hold his hips, forgetting that I had not been given permission. "No, slut! You are to let me fuck your mouth. Nothing more!" he said quietly, but there was such a commanding tone to his voice that I whimpered and quickly folded my hands behind my back. He began thrusting in and out of my mouth, and I struggled to keep from gagging with the force of his thrusts. He got harder and harder in my mouth. I felt my pussy grow wetter with each thrust. Finally, he grabbed my head between his large hands and growling, came in my mouth, pouring spurt after spurt of his hot cum down my throat. I closed my lips firmly around his cock and sucked, making sure not to miss a drop. He pulled out of my mouth and pushed me back on the bed, and grabbed my ankles, spreading my feet wide. I felt him wrap something around each ankle. Rope! He was binding me to the bed. My ankles were tied quickly to the bed posts. I felt my Master climb onto the bed behind me. He grabbed me under the arms and pulled me up so that my legs were fully stretched out. By this point, I was trembling with fear. I had never been tied up before, and fear was quickly overtaking me. My Master must have seen this, because he paused briefly, and spoke to me. "Easy, songbird. You have to trust me. You were such a good girl as I fucked your mouth. If you really need me to stop, use our special word, and I will stop." His words calmed my nerves a bit, and I slowed my breathing, struggling to regain composure. Master's hands ran down my left arm, stroking the muscles slowly, unclenching my fingers where I had unknowingly made my hand into a fist. He repeated the process with my right arm, and the feeling of his hands on me made me forget that my legs were tied to the end of the bed. Just as I was relaxing completely, he stretched my right arm up, still massaging it, and I felt him quickly wrap rope around my wrist. I whimpered as he repeated the process with my left arm, and tears filled my blindfolded eyes. My Master slid out from behind me, and as he walked down the side of the bed he slid his hands down my body. He caressed my nipples, pinching them lightly and pulling them until they stood out from my body. I could feel how tight they were, and knew that they must be bright pink and puckered from his attentions. He moved his hands further down my skin, teasing my navel with his fingers, which tickled a bit, then moved further down. He stroked up my legs, and teased my pussy, never touching it directly, but running his fingers along the outside of my lips, pushing them together. I felt myself getting wet again, and moved my hips, trying to bring my pussy into contact with his fingers. This is when I realized just how tightly he had tied me to the bed. I moaned in frustration, and he laughed down at me. "Yes, songbird. You now see the type of punishment I had in mind." He left me for a moment, chuckling in that way which goes right to the core of my being. Before I had time to wonder where he had gone, I felt something cool and hard stroking up my leg. I didn't know what it was, and turned my head to see if I could budge the blindfold a bit, but it was a futile effort. Master stroked it slowly up my inner thighs, and I so wanted something against my pussy. It was maddening. "Do you trust me, songbird?" he asked. "Y-Yes, Master." I panted. Silence. Then WHACK! A crop landed a harsh strike against my right inner thigh. I yelped in pain. "Oh, Master!" WHACK! Further up my leg this time. And again, and again, until I was moaning and writhing from the pain of it. But strangely, my pussy continued to grow wetter with every stroke, and I longed for release. I wrapped my hands around the rope binding them to the bed and pulled on it, struggling, willing myself to cum. Master moved farther up my body now, striking my stomach, climbing higher and higher, until he was whipping the underside of my breasts. I felt the crop bite into the tender flesh there, and knew that there would be welts. I cried out to my Master to stop, but did not use our safe word. He realized this and chuckled as he continued to whip me, flicking now at my nipples. I thought I would die from the mix of pain and pleasure. "Count them out for me, songbird." I counted out as he whipped first my right breast, then my left, ten hard strokes each. The first seven on each breast circled my nipple, and then the last three were dealt directly to it, hard and fast. I struggled against my bonds, pulling on the ropes, rubbing my wrists and ankles almost to the point of soreness. When he was done with these strokes, Master removed my blindfold. I blinked several times until my eyes adjusted. I looked down at my body, and saw that it was covered with bright red streaks and some welts. Seeing this made my cunt grow wetter and I groaned and lifted my hips in frustration. Master leaned down and licked at my sore nipples. "Cum for me now, songbird" he said, "Sing for me." He sucked hard on my left nipple then, and pressed the crop directly against my clit, rubbing it in circles. I bucked and moaned "Oh, yes Master." As he saw me shudder with the beginnings of my orgasm, he tapped the crop briskly, but not harshly, against my clit, sending me over the edge. "That's it my little whore. Cum for your Master." I moaned and pulled on the ropes. "YES Master! I'm your little whore. Make me cum!" He stroked the lips of my pussy as I ended my orgasm. I opened my eyes to see him looking at me with a look I couldn't put a name to. Not ownership; perhaps pride? I blushed under his gaze, but did not look away as I usually did. I wanted him to look at me and see everything. As I looked into his eyes, he moved his hand down to the end of the bed and untied my left leg, then my left arm. He moved up to other side of the bed, and retied my left hand onto the same post as the right, but left my left leg free. This left me laying on my right side, with my face laid between my arms. I could see as he tied me to the bedpost that he was hard again. I licked my lips as I looked at his cock, wanting it in my mouth, or even better, in my pussy. He saw my gaze and laughed. "Not yet, little one" he said, a finger trailing across my cheek, his thumb pressing against my bottom lip. I kissed the pad of his thumb, and thought I could see a shudder pass through him, but perhaps it was my imagination. I closed my eyes and sighed with the pleasure of being so close to him. His hands moved down my leg, turning me so I was slightly rolled toward my stomach. I felt his hand massage my ass, kneading the flesh, pulling at it slightly. Then suddenly, the crop came crashing down again. I screamed loudly, as this was much harder than he had ever spanked me. He stopped and shaking his head at me said "You are so loud, songbird. I can't concentrate with all that noise." I didn't understand what he was saying, until he held up a gag. "Please Master. Don't gag me! I won't be able to say our word. I promise I'll be more qu-" My sentence was cut off as he pushed the gag into my mouth and tied it behind my head. "That's better. Now you can scream into the gag all you want." He pressed a bracelet strung with tiny bells into my left hand. "If you need me to stop, shake this three times, and I will stop." I moaned and tried to plead with him with my eyes to take the gag out. But it was not to be. He moved back behind me again and pushing me further onto my stomach, rained blows down onto my upper thighs and my ass, harder and harder. I was getting wetter by the second and began moaning and screaming against the gag. While the pain was intense, it was also highly arousing, and I clenched the bracelet tightly in my fist so that it wouldn't make a sound. Suddenly Master stopped whipping me, and lifted my left leg high into the air. He plunged three fingers quickly into my cunt, and I closed my eyes and shuddered. He inserted a fourth finger, which began to get uncomfortable, and I squeaked against the gag. My pussy muscles clenched, but whether to pull his fingers further in or to try to squeeze them out I can't say. He slid them in and out of my dripping pussy, leaning my leg against his shoulder. "Oh, songbird, you're so wet. I wasn't sure whether I was whipping you too hard or not. I'm happy to see that I wasn't." I moaned against my gag at his words, and moved my hips against his hand. My pussy was getting used to having four of his fingers inside it, and I started to feel a wonderful fullness inside me. He withdrew his fingers slightly, and I felt his thumb brush against my lips as he folded it into his palm. I knew then what he intended to do and squealed, shaking my head, begging him with my eyes not to do it – not to put his whole huge hand inside of me. He ignored my muffled pleas, and began to push against my tight entrance. The pressure and pain were intense, and I screamed against the gag. My Master realized that I was struggling with the pain, and removed the gag from my mouth. "Now, songbird, you know that you can stop me if you need to. But try to relax and trust me." As he spoke, he continued pushing and slightly rotating his hand against me, stretching and opening me up to his hand. I turned my head from between my arms and nodded up at him. "I trust you, Master." I dropped the bracelet, knowing I would not need it now. The tinkling of the bells seemed to be very far away. My breath came in short little pants as my pussy stretched and stretched, trying to accommodate his large hand. As he pushed further in, part of his hand brushed against my inflamed clit and I moaned and unintentionally pushed down against his hand, and was surprised to feel it slip inside a bit further. I glanced up at my Master and he nodded down at me, giving me permission to do it again. Leaving my leg up against his shoulder, he reached down and rubbed my clit with his other hand and I shuddered and pushed hard against his hand. It felt as though I were going to tear apart, and it was so painful, but also highly arousing to feel some control over this situation, even though I was truly at my Master's mercy. I could feel my pussy juices flowing. Master brushed my clit again and I bucked against him, drawing more of his hand into me. Now pinching and pulling my clit, Master let me control the speed of things as I slowly pushed more of my cunt down around his hand. Finally, building so close to cumming, I gave a final hard push and screamed in pain as I felt the widest part of his hand slip past the barrier and into me. My eyes widened with shock at having accomplished it. My Master moaned and I looked up to see him looking at me with a mixture of emotions on his face. He continued playing with my clit and began to rotate and push his fist inside me, rubbing up against my g-spot. "Oh songbird, you please me greatly. Your cunt is so tight around my fist." I moaned with the pain of his hand inside me, but felt that pressure in my lower abdomen that signaled that climax was close. "Please Master, may I cum around your fist?" I begged. "Not yet, sweet one. You need to be punished just a bit more first." Master said, and began to push harder and deeper within me. He leaned forward, spreading my leg even higher, and untied my hands from the top bedpost, but he did not let me roll to my back. He kept me on my side and slid up toward my ass. My ass was wet from the juices that had run down between my cheeks, and the flesh was inflamed from my beating. I felt the head of his cock against my tiny hole and moaned. He pushed roughly into me, filling me completely. I panted, holding back against my orgasm as he thrust in and out of my ass with his hard cock. I had never felt him so hard as he was then. All the time, he kept thrusting and rotating his hand inside my pussy, keeping me on the edge. "Oh please Master. I've tried to be so good..." I pleaded. He pushed faster in my ass, and I was afraid that I would cum and thereby disobey him again. "Apologize for your mistake, songbird." "I'm so sorry Master. I am sorry that I was late for our meeting. I did not do it intentionally. Can you please forgive me?" "I don't know. I think you are just saying it so I let you cum" "No, Master! I'm really truly sorry. I'll never let it happen again, I promise. I'll be sure to leave extra early so that I am waiting for you. I'll do anything." "Anything, songbird?" my Master asked softly. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. "Yes, anything, Master," I cried. "Then you may cum now, but remember your promise. I will." Crying, I came hard around his fist in my pussy and his cock in my ass. I sobbed as I felt the most glorious release I had ever experienced, and I felt him as gently as possible withdraw his hand from my pussy and rub my clit as I came, as he plunged into my ass and released his cum into me. "At last," he said, "You are truly mine."