Do You Understand?

Tonight was going to be the night. She wouldn't expect a thing. I made sure everything was in place and did a final check of the things I would need: a blindfold, a feather, a bowl of ice, a candle, a lighter, and a rubber glove "just in case". Perfect! I couldn't wait for her to come home. What would she do? This thought made my stomach flutter and for a moment I wondered if I was making a terrible mistake.

The sound of a car pulling into the drive cut that apprehensive thought off before I could change my mind. How long would it take to put all this away and do the dishes? Too long. Oh, God, one look at the sink full of this morning's dishes and she'd know something was suspicious. It was the one thing she'd asked me to do before she left. Asked? Well, in her own way she asked.

"Make sure the dishes get done before I get home tonight. Do you understand?"

"Yes," had been my breathless reply. Oh, yes, I had understood. I understood perfectly well. I knew that if they weren't done I would pay for that transgression. I didn't know how the consequences would occur but I had no doubts that they would, indeed, occur. Of that I had no doubt. And now it was too late to question the intelligence of the decision I had made not to do them. They still sat stacked in the same neat piles they had been in this morning. I could almost swear they were taunting me now. Now, when even they must know it was too late to change my mind. With that final thought, the sound of a key unlocking the door invaded the thunderous silence of my own thoughts.

Holding my breath I watched as the figure of my lover filled the doorway. She had a way of making me forget even to breathe. Seeing me standing in the entrance with signs of obvious apprehension made her raise an eyebrow inquisitively. A gleam of curiosity flickered in the depths of her hazel eyes before being shadowed by a mask of indifference.

"Well, well, what has you so eager to greet me and yet so hesitant to speak, little one?" she asked softly.

It was the softness that sent chills down my spine. Now more than ever I wanted desperately to have just a few more minutes to do the damn dishes! Oh, but how I anticipate pleasing her as well. The two thoughts warred for a moment in my head, echoing their sentiments. Words were stuck in my throat. I felt my mouth open and close again but no sound came out. At this, her eyebrow again raised and another glint came into her eyes, but this time it was not merely one of curiosity. It was one of open challenge and excitement. She knew more by my silence than by my words that I had not done as she had asked. She, however, was not going to let me off easily on this one. She was not going to fill in the blanks for me - she was going to demand that I admit to my sin. And she was going to draw out the anticipation as long as she could. It was a gift she had - to say and do nothing and let me torture myself in the process. Slowly she took off her coat, hung it in the hall closet and asked, "So, how was your day?"

My day? How was my day?! How could she ask me that?! What does she mean how was my day? Images of how I spent the seemingly endless hours of my day flashed through my mind like a trailer for a movie. Oh, God, I thought, this was going to be worse than I had imagined! My day was spent preparing myself for what I knew was going to be a very satisfying night with you. My day was spent cleaning, dusting, vacuuming, scrubbing, showering, and shaving to make everything perfect for you. The way you like it. My day was spent trying desperately to avoid the kitchen sink so as not to be tempted to do the one chore you asked of me. My day was spent wondering how you would react when you saw the dishes still piled up in the sink from this morning. My day was spent carefully planning and calculating this exact moment. But never once in the course of my day did I actually expect that I would have to tell you that I didn't do the one task you had required of me. Never once during the entire day. How do I tell you all that?

Not knowing how to do so I said the first thing that came to mind, "Fine."

"Fine? Tell me more. Tell me what you did today. Tell me everything," she probed. Nervously I began rattling off all the chores I had done during the day. Luckily, since I had just completed that mental list for myself it was easy enough to repeat. While reciting the events of the day I began to walk with her to the bedroom where I began to untie her boots, remove them, and set them neatly by the door. I almost added this to my list of events for the day but thought better of it and refrained. I looked up to see her merely nodding at my breathless litany.

"Is that all?" she asked.

This was the moment I had been waiting for all day. I wanted the chance to tell her what I had really been doing all day. "No," I began breathlessly. I didn't have the courage to look at her when I finished the rest of the sentence, so I stated the rest of my memorized speech to her sock-clad feet. "I also prepared myself to show you how much I adore you. If you will only allow me show you this, mistress, it will hopefully be worthwhile for you. Please," I finished in a rush.

Surprised at this unusual turn of topic she assessed me for a moment then slowly inclined her head once to grant me permission to continue.

Thrilled at this opportunity to please her, I began to unbutton her shirt slowly. Still nervous, I began to babble about how much I had looked forward to her coming home and how eager I was to please her. By then, her shirt was completely removed and I placed my hands on the buttons of her jeans.

Before I could continue she put her hands forcefully on top of mine to stop me from continuing. Confused, I looked up at her inquisitively. "You will please me only when you are naked before me and not before," she clarified for me. Instinctively I wanted to throw off my clothes, as fast as possible, but I knew that wasn't what she wanted to see.

Slowly I stood before her and began to unbutton my shirt. I let it slip gently over my shoulders and slide down my back to the floor. I shivered from the sensations of the starched cotton gliding over my soft skin. I then unbuttoned my jeans and turned so that when I slid them down I would be bent over with my panty-clad ass in the air toward her. A soft hiss of breath told me that she appreciated the view. I stepped carefully out of each leg of my jeans before slowly turning back toward her.

Looking deep into her eyes I unhooked my bra and crossed my arms over my chest to pull the arm straps down. She could tell me to strip but I could decide how slowly I wanted to reveal myself to her. Dropping my bra on the pile of clothes already on the floor I thrust my chest proudly forward toward her. I knew she liked my breasts. She would often come up to squeeze them or to pinch the nipples just to watch them pucker and strain into her palm. My growing excitement and the coolness of the air now caused them to become tiny hard beads. I wondered if she had noticed yet, so I cupped one breast in each hand and pinched the tiny nipples so that they jutted out toward her more.

She noticed. I heard her deep low growl and knew I was pushing the limits of how far she would let me play this taunting game with her. I quickly moved my fingers down to the waistband of my lavender panties, edged them under the tight elastic and began slowly pushing them down the length of my thighs. This time I bent forward to cover as much of my body as possible hoping to draw this delicious moment out for one more heartbeat. I knew her gaze would be fixed on my now free-swinging pendulous breasts as they drew toward the floor. I finally stood up, stepped out of my panties, left them where they fell and stood to allow her to gaze on my now fully naked body to her fill.

I began walking toward her and noticed that her eyes were still on my rock hard nipples. After all, they were at eye level. When I reached the bed I again placed my hand on the buttons of her jeans and began to pull them slowly open. She stood up to grant me better access to them and so that I could pull them down to the floor without delay. Kneeling at her feet I pulled her jeans completely off and before I had the chance to stand again she grabbed me by the back of my hair and tugged on it hard enough to make my eyes water a bit.

She tilted my head up to face her and growled, "You are mine, little one." As if I needed to be reminded? As if it weren't already in my every thought?

Even though she hadn't phrased it as a question, I answered her with an immediate, "Yes, mistress, I am all yours. Always."

Nodding arrogantly, she released my hair and allowed me to continue my ministrations. I finished undressing her and asked if she would grant me further liberties of blindfolding her.

"For what purpose?" she demanded.

"Simply for the purpose of further pleasing you, mistress. I wish to show you what I feel but I am still a bit nervous" I humbly replied.

At this she smiled a bit smugly, nodded once, and barked, "Good. Nervous will keep you in line, but remember that I will allow it only this once." At that she climbed onto the huge captain's bed, laid there with her hands propped behind her head, and waited for me to continue. Yes, she would grant me certain liberties, but she would not make obtaining them any easier!

I climbed onto the bed after her and reached down behind the bed to where I had hidden my "stash" of materials earlier in the day. I thought to myself, "Well, that's one of the chores I did today that I conveniently forgot to mention to her when she asked about my day." I almost smiled at that thought, but when I pulled out the blindfold and looked back into the heat of her eyes I quickly changed my mind. It was better not to have told her. I hope. It seemed like a shame to cover such beautiful eyes, but I knew I'd never have the courage to go through with my plan if I could feel her watching me as well.

Carefully, so as not to disturb her I again knelt over the side of the bed and picked up the feather. Not knowing where to start, I began at the most logical place - her face. I felt her slight twitch at the initial contact of the feather on her skin. Slowly I traced every curve and hollow of her beautiful face. Lovingly, I watched as the feather traced the path that I wished my tongue could follow. But I knew if I gave in now it would be over too quickly. And I wanted this to last. Gently, I switched from a gliding motion to a quick tapping one and tapped a path down her neck to her shoulders. Without warning I replaced the feather with an ice cube. I heard her startled gasp and then nothing.

She had returned to her reserved silence. With one hand I continued the chilling assault on her upper body from shoulders to breasts and back. With the other I carefully prepared the next sensation tool - the candle. I could see the wet path the ice had left along her skin. I could see a hint of goosebumps on her flesh - the only indication that she was cold, for her voice would give nothing away. I lifted the ice cube off her body and cooed, "Aw, you are cold. Here, let me warm you" with that, I lifted the candle and tilted it directly over her taught nipple. A sharp cry and a muffled gasp were the only indications that she had noticed the difference.

Confident now, I continued to leave a trail of hot wax followed by a soothing drop of water from the ice cube along her entire torso focusing on her now rigid nipples and tender breasts. Fascinated, I watched as the wax created miniature sculptures on her erect nipples. But it was not enough. I wanted more. I set aside the candle and the ice so that I could test out the sensations I alone could create. Nothing artificial, simply flesh, tongue, and teeth. Greedily I couldn't imagine ever being sated by this woman. My mistress, my lover.

Eagerly, I began to nip at the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Again startled by the path I had taken, but apparently eager to experience more, she parted her thighs to allow me entrance to her wetness. But I refused to allow her to finish so quickly. With more strength than I knew I had, I lifted her left side and rolled her onto her stomach. She struggled to regain control, but I was too heady to stop. Lying fully along the length of her body I whispered into her ear, "Please. Not yet. Let me first show you what it is to be taken in the same way you take me. Let me feel your power while you feel my pleasure."

Ceasing her struggles she growled into the pillow that she was allowing me one final chance before she called an end to this game. I agreed quickly. Sitting up, I could for a moment only gasp appreciatively at the site of her prone body. The muscles of her back were tense from anticipation. I ran my fingers lightly along these to ease her stress. My eyes followed a path lower to the tight curve of her ass.

Moaning in lust, I couldn't help but remember the feel of that ass beneath my fingertips. Ah, yes, the ass that would tighten with each thrust of her hips as she drove a cock relentlessly inside me. A cock that would find itself imbedded in my wet pussy and claim it as its own. My hands would dig into her flesh aching to feel the heat I knew was inside her. My nails cut tiny half moons into the supple flesh of her ass as I grabbed her trying to pull her deeper inside of me.

I could smell her musky scent as she began to get wet from my touch. This must be what she feels when she is inside of me - this power, this thrill. Now I knew why she took me with such passionate force. And again I wanted more. I scored a path with my nails down the length of her back from shoulders to ass and watched in fascination as the marks went from glowing white to a dark pink color. Again I scored the same path, this time digging in harder until angry red marks began to raise in long thin welts.

Throughout this my mistress had been surprisingly quiet. Her body flinched under my assault, but I wanted still more. I wanted to hear her cry out the same way I cried out when she fucked me so expertly. Angry and frustrated that this most recent tactic hadn't gotten such a response, I leaned down and bit her right shoulder. She groaned deep in her throat which merely excited me further. I leaned back and saw the perfect circle of dents my teeth had left in her skin. Beautiful. For a start. Grabbing her hips with my nails I bent down and sunk my teeth deep into her left shoulder. I could feel the soft tissue of muscle give way beneath my sharp incisors. This time I got a definitive reaction. She forcefully thrust her head and her ass into the air and moaned in pain. And pleasure? Who would have thought? Here I thought I was the only one who enjoyed the pinching sensation of being bitten.

The scent of her pussy drew me down to where her ass and thighs met in a diamond patch of wetness. Groaning, I thrust my tongue deep into her pussy to drink in as much of her cum as possible. She thrust her ass into the air to give me further access to her pussy and finally deigned to speak to me.

"Ah, there's the little slut I'm used to. I wondered how long it would take you to tire of your game and finally put your tongue where it belongs," she taunted.

All I could do is groan in agreement. I knew I couldn't hold out as long as she could. I was a slave for her pussy. Taking the game in her own hands now, she dictated to me exactly how and where to put my tongue and fingers and how to fuck her properly.

"That's right, little one, keep working my pussy with your tongue. And I want your fingers on my clit nonstop. Do you hear me? If you stop rubbing my clit even for one second or if you pull your little slut tongue out of my pussy once without my permission I will get up and leave you here. I will tie you down with nothing but my wetness on your chin to remind you of me. Do you want that? Do you want me to take my pussy away from you?" she tormented.

All I could do is groan and attempt a muffled, "hmmph mmph" while trying to keep my tongue thrusting into her hot wet pussy and working my fingers furiously on her clit. Desperate to have her continue to allow me to tongue fuck her I sucked hard on her cunt and pounded her clit back and forth until I began to feel her tighten.

"Not yet, little one - - I'm going to make you work for me to cum. First you are going to feel my pussy cum with your fingers inside me and you can keep your greedy tongue occupied by licking my ass. And if you do a very good job at tonguing my ass and finger fucking me I will let you cum when I am done," she dictated to me.

I couldn't do anything but gasp, "Oh, yes" before she had thrust her rounded ass into my face and demanded, "Give it your tongue. I want it hard and tight. Now!"

Thrusting my fingers into her now dripping wet pussy and my tongue into her tight asshole I could feel my own clit tingling and begging for release.

Knowing my weakness, she ordered, "Don't you dare cum until I do, bitch, or you will not be allowed to suck my cunt for a month!" You just keep finger fucking me good and give me that tongue all around my ass like the good little slave you are" At that she breathlessly began to force herself back onto both my tongue and fingers hard.

Grunting from the exertion, she increased her rhythm until she was fucking herself onto me. I was nothing but her personal "ass and pussy" dildo and I loved every minute of it! My own pussy was clenching hard trying to achieve the release it ached for, but I continued to turn my focus from my own tingling pussy to that of my mistress. I could feel her tightening around my fingers. She reached back to hold my head in place as she thrust back onto me to push my tongue and fingers in deeply one final time before she shouted out her release. Sweating from holding my own orgasm I could only shake and hold onto her tightly until I could bring my breathing under control.

"You really are a greedy slut, aren't you? I bet you could cum just from tonguing my ass couldn't you?" she queried.

Breathlessly I could only pant, "Yes, mistress."

"Prove it!" she demanded. "You may lick my ass, but you may not touch either my cunt or your own."

Delirious with joy, I grabbed hold of her hips and began to rock myself into a fucking motion with my tongue penetrating and withdrawing from her ass rhythmically. Picturing how she always withdrew her dildo from my pussy almost to the point of pulling completely out and then thrusting hard and deep into me again, I mimicked this same pattern with my tongue and her ass.

Each time my tongue would push into her ass my hips would thrust down onto the bed and rub my own clit against the harsh texture of the blanket that was still on the bed. Oh, how I wish for just one minute I had a cock and I could feel the tight ridges of her ass muscles clenching around my hard erection as I forced it deep inside her virginal ass. If only I could force my tongue to swell and fill her tighter and deeper. I wanted to crawl inside her. I wanted to feel her pussy from the inside out. I wanted to fuck her like she fucks me.

"That's it - - fuck me with your tongue. Feel me suck you deep into me. I feel you ready to cum. Yes, cum for me little one. That's it . . . oh, you are so ready to cum for me, aren't you?" she urged.

I could only grab her hard, pull her deeper onto me and thrust my clit one final time onto the bed when I felt the deep and violent explosion rock me onto her stiffly. Crying out, I stretched up trying to ride out the crest of the wave as it washed over me. She didn't give me time to think before she reached back to grab me by my hair and pulled me up to where she lay. Forcefully, she thrust me onto my back and demanded that I tell her to whom I belonged.

"You, mistress," I sobbed, "There is only you."