Chapter 15

She returns in moments with the vibrator, retrieved from the table beside her bed. Kneeling, legs even more widely spread than earlier, she offers up the vibrator and control with the items held between the tips of her fingers, head bowed in submission.

He takes the two items and tests the control. �Oh, very good, three speeds. Seems just about right.�

Insert this in front. I presume lube will not be necessary?�

�Oh no, Sir. This slavegirl never uses lube, other than what she produces herself.�

Sure enough, the eight-inch long implement of torment slides allll the way in without fuss, save for a moan from slavegirl, hastily choked off, as she knows this is to be a punishment.

�Now, the stockings garterbelt and sandals.�

�Yes, Sir.� She struts over to the hall closet, though she has to clench her vaginal muscles several times to keep the toy from sliding out. As she turns to reach the sandals from the closet, she is startled by a high speed burst from the vibrator, causing it to slide out along with a small gush of her juice. She continues reaching for the shoes, slips her feet into them, laces them up her calves to just below the knee, then kneels with her ass toward Him, knees extra wide spread, ass high as she can get it, and delicately laps up the small puddle. When the floor is completely clean, she picks up the now quiet vibrator between her teeth and rises to her feet, turns to face Him, and does a slow, sensual strut until she is in position to kneel before Him. She takes the toy in her left hand and slowly licks the oil from it, finally drying it with her hair. Only then does she offer it up to Him, two handed, her head bowed, as before. She hears the sound of soft clapping.

�Very good, slavegirl, you are a gem, that was perfectly done. It doesn’t get you out of punishment, however.�

�Nor should it; this slavegirl is looking forward to her punishment, whatever her master decides it is to be. She does fervently hope that it won’t involve trying to keep this inside of her unaided?�

�No, that would clearly constitute cruel and unusual punishment. I think we’ll create a bodystrap for you; have you got about four feet of rope��maybe ˝ in.�

�Slavegirl has a six foot length of rough hemp rope, will that do?�

�Should do the trick very nicely, fetch it.�

�Yes, Sir.�

Returning from the bedroom with coil of rope lying on the tips of her fingers and a fresh coat of bright red lipstick on her lips, she kneels and offers the rope to Him. He takes it and reaches a seaman’s knife from the right hand pocket of his charcoal gray trousers. He opens the marlinespike from the backside and begins to unlay a short section of one end. While doing that, He says, �regarding this mornings e-mail, you did mess up the dressing. First, you are expressly forbidden to don or remove any article of clothing except in the front hall. Second, I understand your concern about damaging your new stockings and for this week am willing to permit you to unshackle your ankles while you put on your stockings. Your wrists, on the other hand, five strokes, need I say more?

�No, Sir.�

�As far as seamed stockings, fine for evening wear, as are fishnets, but inappropriate for your current working environment. You should keep a pair of each in your desk at work in case I decide to meet you for dinner or something. You had another question, oh yes, shaving your bush. In view of tonight’s events, yes, do it now. You have fifteen minutes. Don’t use the bathroom, do it here, in front of me.�

�Yes, Sir.� She collects a large bath towel, her razor and can of lather from the bathroom, returns to lay out the towel on the floor at His feet, goes to the kitchen to fetch a large metal salad bowl from the cupboard and fills it with hot water. While there, she takes the opportunity to sprinkle some Woolite soap flakes into the sink and gives her panties a swish around. She returns to Him, carrying the salad bowl delicately between her fingers, kneels carefully on the bathtowel and places the bowl on the floor between her thighs.

�Sir, may I fetch scissors and a washcloth, as well?�

�OK, but you’re down to nine minutes.�

�Yes, Sir.�

She returns with the items and begins to snip away her curls but is torn between paying attention to her work and curiosity about what He’s doing.

�Sir, if it pleases you, may a slavegirl inquire what Sir is doing?�

�Making a bodystrap, as requested�

�But that’s a splice of some sort, isn’t it?’

�An evesplice, to be specific, it’s nearly done now, and you’re running out of time. Concentrate on your project before you get blood all over.�

�Yes, Sir.�

�There we go, one perfect eye in the end of this rope. Not bad for something I haven’t needed to do in ten years. While I’m unlaying the other end, oh, I’m sorry, you haven’t finished yet, one spank for every 30 seconds from�.now!�

�That’s twelve spanks, girl, assume the position.� She crawls across His lap, ass in the air, clasps her hands at the back of her neck and spreads her legs. �Count each stroke, thank me properly, and request another.�

�Yes, Sir� Swish, whap! OOH the burn. �One Sir, Thank you Sir, May this slavegirl have another, please?�

Swish, whap on the left cheek this time.� Two Sir, Thank you, Sir. May this slavegirl have another, please?�

Alternating cheeks, with a stroke about every minute and a five alarm blaze building in her ass, finally�

�Twelve, Sir, th-th-thank you, Sir. Your slavegirl is grateful for the attention; she hopes Sir didn’t hurt His hand, those were very firm strokes.�

�Well, I can’t say as I’d want to be doing that again just now, but I expect I’ll live. Nobody promised that disciplining a slavegirl would be easy. Now lets examine the fruits of your labour.�

A long, slow stroking of her now denuded groin and the verdict is��Missed a few patches here but overall, not bad. I’d give it a seven out of ten. Should be three strokes but you’ve obviously never done this before, we’ll make it two.� Swish, whap��One Sir, thank you, Sir. May this humble, submissive slavegirl have another.�

Swish, whap��Two Sir, thank you, Sir. This slavegirl is grateful for Sir’s attention to her discipline.�

�Bring me an ice cube!�

�Yes, Sir.�

�And no rubbing your ass!�

�No, Sir.�

Kneeling, head bowed in submission, knees fully three feet apart, she offers the cube to His swollen hand.

�Ahh, that’s better, you can hear the sizzle. Onward with the evenings events. Model each of your cocktail dresses for me and be quick about it, we only have an hour.�

�Hmm, I think the strapless black velvet with the laces across the back and slit skirt; looks very Goth, all that bare back and leg, and no small amount of cleavage into the bargain.�

�Yes, this slavegirl saw it at a Renfaire and just had to have it, although she had no idea where she could wear such a dress.�

�Yeah, I can just picture you at the firm’s Christmas party wearing that! They’d need a forklift to get all the jaws off the floor. Any accessories to go with the outfit?�

�Not specifically, but slavegirl does have a heavy gold choker, it takes a small brass padlock if you like?�

Sounds perfect, bring them here.�

�Ok, choker first, kneel up, head down�. Now, lift your head; let me see�no, I think padlock in front for tonight�that’s better. Now, I’ve finished the backsplice while you were doing your quick-change act. Stand up, hands at the back of your neck. Sso, we run the rope around the waist, through the eye at the navel, pull tight, mustn’t forget our friend Mr. dildo, oh, that does slide in easily, all righty then, rope through and up the crack of your ass, over and back down and through, pull tight, must get all this slack out, back up through the eye, around your waist and tie off at the eye. Just enough rope to do the job. Now then, up and into that dress.�

While she’s getting back into the tiny, little black dress, he starts up the vibrator on low, then comes over to tighten the laces. Before doing so, he slips a brass padlock through the three bangles on each wrist, locking them together in front and then unlocks her wrist and ankle chains. He laces the dress much more tightly than she’s ever been able to do and stands back to examine the effect. �Hmm, nice rear view, turn around. Yes indeedy, lovely front view as well and you can hardly see the bulge of the rope. Yes, this will work, very nicely. Now, the only problem is this bit of lipstick on my shoes. Should I leave it there or have you lick it off? I’ll think about it while you ease the pressure in my plumbing. Kneel and attend to it, girl. Well done, you remembered to step through before kneeling. Since these are good trousers, I’ll extract the family jewels, don’t want a lipstick stain on the front of my pants. UMMM, you’re getting rather good at giving pleasure with your mouth. I think I will have you lick my shoes clean, but not here, perhaps in the elevator, the suspense might be interesting.�

Ooh, He’s going to make me kneel in the elevator and lick my lipstick off His shoes, how humiliating if someone sees. Am I terrified or turned on; oooh�a LOT of both, I didn’t realise potential embarrassment was a turn-on. I wonder where He’s taking me tonight, and if He will let me wear panties, this dress is awfully short, barely covers the tops of my stockings when I’m standing and with me in five-inch heels as well�if He makes me climb stairs, some people are going to get an awfully good view. Do I mind?�. No, actually�it’s His decision if He wants to show me off, none of my concern. Ooh, such a relief having a Master, I’d never dare show myself off in public this way, but if He chooses to show me, then, no problemo. But, where is He taking me tonight�? Dare I ask Him�? No, absolutely not, probably MAJOR strokes, if He wants me to know, He’ll tell me. OK, well. That answers that question, apparently I can come just from sucking Him off. Of course, that really wasn’t a fair test, being already turned on from everything else tonight, plus the vibrator�no, definitely not a fair test. Felt like about a quart of sperm, too, wonder how many calories that was? Definitely no desert for me tonight. She gives it a last, long lingering lick and looks up at His chest.