Chapter 20



�Very well done, my precious; do you feel the need to practise or are you confident you have both rituals down?�

�Your slavegirl believes she can perform the ritual up to the point of bending backwards, she will have to practise that part and strengthen her back; it may take several weeks until her back is strong enough to be able to beg, Sir"

�Very well then, we will assume that permission has been denied; take it from there.�

She slowly straightens her body, bends forward and delicately laps at the lipstick on His shoes until they are shiny clean, then straightens up, holds and sinks back onto her heels.

�You are a treasure. Now, fetch that rope from the bedroom, the one you wore earlier.�

She returns with rope on fingertips and kneels to present it to Him, then squats, steps through and kneels again.

�Excellent, perfectly done.� She glows with pride and pleasure and gives a completely involuntary shimmy.

�Oh, very good, yes, a shimmy in any circumstance is to be used to indicate pleasure. Now, we hold the eye between your breasts, feed the rope around your right side, under your arm, across your back, under the left arm and back through the eye. Now up around your neck, back down and around your right breast, followed by your left breast, pull snug; feed through the eye and knot. This gives us a two-foot leash, should be just about right. Pickup that bathtowel and follow me.�

He takes her into the kitchen, folds the bathtowel several times and lays it across the top back of one of her wooden kitchen chairs. He bends her over the chairback and pulls the leash snugly to tie it off to the bottom crossbar of the back. �What’s this I see, still a cup of coffee left, well that will never do, but first, a message from our sponsor.� He leaves the kitchen, returning momentarily having collected certain essentials. First, her blindfold, snick, the lock closes at the back of her head. Then, she hears the sound of a cup of coffee being poured. Then, His fingers investigating her current condition of wetness, �Yes, this should do very nicely, dripping again, oh well, mess on the floor can be dealt with later. The vibrator slides alll the way in. Gasp. On medium speed�.Oh God, how many orgasms is he going to give me tonight. Has He no mercy at all? �Now, just so we don’t wake your neighbours at this ungodly hour, open wide.� That padlock clicks at the back of her neck: she hears a chair being pulled out, the scrape of a coffee cup at the table, the flick of His lighter, smell of His tobacco, �take your time, I’m in no hurry!�

She’s writhing and shaking in her bonds, the rope around her breasts causing them to swell, again, her nipples hardening even more, the chair is starting to bounce off the floor��getting a little overheated there, girl, I’ll just back this off a notch, don’t want you getting there too soon. I still have a full bowl and half a cup of coffee. Very nice coffee, by the way, Sulawezi? Oh, I forgot, your mouth is kinda full just the now. You just kick back and relax.�

Relax, He says, tied bent over like this with a vibrator humming away gently, her nipples throbbing, her breasts swollen, vaginal lubricant running down her thighs, there’ll be gallons to lick up when He’s finally done with her. OOH, she’s getting close just a few more minutes., PLEASE, SIR! Sure enough, just as she’s on the very edge, He shuts off the toy. ARRGH, MOAN. Some little while for her to cool and suddenly the vibrator is slid out, to be replaced immediately by the full length of Him. OHH! MASTER! Again, the loonngg., sllooow strokes, OHH, this is torture, OHH Please, Master, let me ccommee. Long endless minutes that feel like centuries later, His tempo speeds up, His rod is stroking her g-spot with each pass, His right hand fondling her clit while His left squeezes her ass. Her body begins an uncontrollable spasm just as she feels Him start to stiffen and spurt into her.



Some while later, she feels Him releasing the gag.

Ohh, thank you, Sir, your slaaavegirl has never been so well used in her life. If it gets better than this, she doesn’t think she really wants to know.�

�Well, you have chores to do now, first me, then the floor, we’ll just release the leash from the chair for the moment, if you do a good job on the floor while blindfolded, we’ll release your breasts, as well.�

He helps her to stand and guides her to her knees to lick Him clean, which, despite the aftershocks of that earthquake and her general exhaustion, she manages with commendable enthusiasm. When He pulls out and steps away to relight His pipe, she begins on the floor. Sure enough, the pool this time would have floated the Ark. Much later, she kneels to look (through her blindfold) at Him, in hopes she has done an acceptable job; her breasts are starting to hurt.

�Good job for your first attempt in a blindfold, this is obviously going to take some practise. Still, I guess we can have your breasts out of that rope now.� He unties the figure of eight enclosing her breasts but leaves the remainder of the rope tied in place. She can feel the loose end dangling over her abdomen and belly; it tickles as she moves. �Now then, girl, go and turn on the shower, I’ll be along in a moment.�

�Yes, Sir�

She staggers to the bathroom, not entirely due to the blindfold but manages the trick. It’s not the first time she’s walked through her apartment in a blindfold and chains; she’s actually quite well practised at that part of it. It’s the trying to walk at all when she’s just been screwed to within an inch of her life, for the second time tonight. Whatever happens in the future, today has set the bar waaaay high! After adjusting the temperature to where He likes it, she kneels beside the shower. A moment later, the snick of the padlock opening, she looks up at His erection. �Ohh please, Sir, no more tonight; your lowly, humble, submissive, obedient loving slavegirl can’t take any more!�

�That’s OK, my most precious slave, I’m just teasing you; got to save something for the weekend.�

�Thank you, M.Sir.�

�Sir, this has been the most incredible night of this slavegirl’s life, thank you, Sir.�

�OH, very much my pleasure, dear one. Into the shower with you now.�

�Sir,�? . �S’okay, it’ll dry.�

This time, He holds her up with one arm while soaping her body and shampooing her hair with the other, before washing and rinsing her clean. He takes a couple of minutes to give Himself a quick wash, still holding her up with one arm and then; �turn off the water now, girl while I reach a towel to dry my pretty slavegirl.�

Twenty minutes later, her hair wrapped in a towel to finish drying; he leads her by the rope end back to the kitchen. �I think you’d better make a full pot of coffee, you look like you could use a little. Then we should see what’s available for breakfast.�

What’s this, pre-ground coffee, hmm, have to get you a proper grinding mill. I’ll see what I can find. Now, what are we to do for breakfast?�

�Slavegirl has eggs, of course and she could thaw out some breakfast sausages in the nuker?�

�No, I think I want muesli, there’s a place in Yorkville that does a very nice bowl, I’ll drive us down there and then drop you off at work. It’s seven o’clock now, should be plenty of time. You start getting dressed; this once, you may wear clothes inside the apartment and drink your coffee at the kitchen table.�

�Sir is spoiling His devoted slavegirl.�

End chapter 20