****** Second Chance by noiresque ******
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Second Chance

He steered me toward the bed, the remnants of my panties twisted at my ankles.

"Get rid of those." He pointed to my shoes and panties. I kicked them off and
away. With no warning he withdrew his finger from my ass. The relief was
intense but soon changed to fear with the following words:

"Perhaps I should have you clean my finger with your mouth. Would you like
that, little one?"

Violently, I shook my head no, pressing my lips together as if that would keep
him from trying.

He pondered his own question and then decided. "I think not, this time. Do not
move!" I waited afraid to even breath heavily as he went to the bathroom and
washed his hand. In a second he was back.

"Kneel on the bed facing me, back straight, look into my eyes. We are going to
talk. You have permission to speak freely, respectfully." I quickly did as he
ordered...mindful of the warmth and soreness I felt on my ass from his earlier
spanking.... My fantasies had in no way prepared me for the reality of the
pain, but those same fantasies had far underestimated the arousal that pain
would cause.

"You have hurt me; you have disobeyed me; and you have failed to trust me. Our
relationship cannot and will not be the same as before. I will not let myself
be taken in by you again. Frankly, I think you are playing at this lifestyle
and that is a very dangerous thing to do. In the next few hours, we will find
out."

I heard the ominous warning of his words and shivered. They were delivered with
no smile, no glint of kindness in his eyes. I wanted to look away, but I could
not.

"Show me your dark side, Master, let me be your fantasy come true. I think it
is the same as mine -- I'm sure of it."

"Don't presume, little one. You know nothing about me. Did you bring the things
I told you to?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Get them. Show them to me."

I hurried to the corner where my clothes were and grabbed my purse. It was
heavy with everything I had been told to bring. I started removing the toys. My
vibrator, of course, new batteries already installed. I wasn't sure he would
allow me to use it but I had been thrilled when he told me to bring it. Next,
several clothespins. I was embarrassed by these. They were a cheap substitute
for the nipple clamps he had used on me before, but I didn't own anything like
his array of toys. A length of clothesline, came next. And then the one thing I
had to buy: a butt plug. My face flooded with shame when I removed that. I
turned, walked back to him, and held the toys out for his approval.

He took each item from me, examining it, looking at me to see my reaction. When
he got to the butt plug, I looked down, unable to show my face. He slapped me.

"Don't ever hide your face. I want to see your expression, see your feelings,
see your pain, embarrassment, shame."

"Yes, Sir."

He slapped me again. "Thank me when I correct you."

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

"Lie down face up on the bed." I did so. Swiftly he used the rope to bind me,
loop after loop around my body, above and below my breasts, squeezing the flesh
in between the loops. Then he pushed my legs up, bent at the knee until my
thighs rested against my chest. Roughly he separated them and secured the rope
on either side of the bed. I was immobile, open and exposed, staring up at him,
towering above me.

"I'm going to punish you now, for the way you treated me." From his pants he
pulled out a pocket knife. Watching me, he slowly opened the blade.

Terrified I burst into tears begging "no, no, please." He watched as I
whimpered, and smiled. From his pocket materialized a roll of tape, and quickly
with no wasted movement, he cut off a piece and slapped it over my mouth.

My struggling was useless against the bonds but I tried anyway. He watched for
a while, then as if bored with the scene, he brought the knife close to my
separated legs. Using the dull side he scraped it from groin to knee. "You were
very, very bad, little one. You forgot your place."

With my eyes, I pleaded for forgiveness. My thigh trembled where the knife had
passed. My cheeks and hair were wet from my tears but my sex was wet from my
desire. I wanted to scream "No" - "Yes", I wasn't sure which. I knew only that
I wanted him now. His eyes trailed to my sex and he folded the knife and put it
away. Reaching down he calmly inserted two fingers into me. I remembered from
before how delightful his fingers felt inside me. Different from others I had
known. Shamelessly I tried to pump against his hand, to fuck it, harder and
harder as I felt myself close to orgasm. Then he stopped and withdrew his
fingers.

He tore the tape from my mouth and placed his fingers on my lips. I knew what
to do. Slowly, lovingly, I lapped up my own juice from each of the fingers,
reaching between with my tongue; wanting to show my devotion by doing a good
job.

He reached for the vibrator, turned it on and ran it over my tied up breasts.
My nipples came alive with the stimulation, I watched them grow under his
expert wielding of the vibrator. Then he calmly reached over, grabbed a clip
and clamped it onto the tip of my right nipple. I let out a yelp. The scene was
repeated with my left nipple. My nipples have always been the center of my
arousal. Having them pinched is the only way I have achieved orgasm. He knew
that. With a smile, he placed two more clips on each nipple, and then lowered
the vibrator to my sex.... Lightly, oh so lightly he ran it up and down between
my lips...each time it reached my clit, he pushed it just a little. I was wild.
My gasps, cries, whimpers filled the room. Sometimes I was able to beg,
"Please, Master, please"; other times, nothing intelligible came out of my
mouth. "I'm going to come!"

"NO! You will not come. If you do, I will punish you even more severely. You
are here for my pleasure, not your own."

"Then let me pleasure you please, Master, let me show you my gratitude for this
second chance."

And I did. Bound, tear-stained and aroused as never before, I used my mouth, my
sex, my fingers to touch each and every part of his body he offered. Sometimes
he loosened the ropes just enough for me to move to reach him; sometimes he
dangled over me and I strained to grab him with my lips. When at last he came,
he did so not in me, but on me. Covering my face, my hair, my body. Gob after
gob. And then he gently held me and told me I was his pet -- his good pet.

That is my fantasy.

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