The Box

"Stand up, Little Girl" he commanded in a soft voice. She readily complied, and he moved to where she stood, standing in front of her but not touching her. She was clad now only in the bra and panties, the golden robe a heap on the floor. Her nipples stood at attention, her skin flushed from the effects of the herbal tea. She still wore the collar around her neck, its gold fittings glinting in the light.

Without his touch or his voice, she became increasingly uneasy standing there, his eyes on her, burning into her very flesh. She began in curl up, to raise her arms to cover herself, and just as she moved, he reached out and touched her. "Don't." he said, and her arms relaxed. "It's okay. Just let me look at you..." and he moved to her, reaching behind and unclasping the bra, pushing it from her shoulders and allowing her heavy breasts to spring free of their confines.

She watched his face, looking for signs of disapproval, but she found none. She heard him sigh audibly, and saw once again the front of his boxers began to rise. He knelt in front of her, grabbing the top of the panties and pulling them from her ample frame, and then taking each of her calves into his hands one-at-a-time, he helped her step free of them. He remained on his knees, and leaned forward, kissing her tummy. She wished he could see what was going on inside her: how she wanted to step away... to dive under the covers... to hide. She wished he understood that standing there was almost her ultimate act of submission: to allow him to see her naked and so vulnerable. One cruel word at this moment could devastate her, this she knew for she had experienced it. But those words never came. All that was in this room was acceptance.

He stood and gently kissed her. Then looking into her eyes said, "The collar worn around your neck, that lovely neck of yours, is a symbol of your choice to submit to me, to allow me to be your Dom. It is delicate and strong, like our bond is, and like you are. Every time you put that collar around your neck, you will be making a choice to submit your body and soul to me. I know this, and I respect it. I know you've been in bad places before, and true submission is something you crave, but have been afraid of. I will always try to be worthy of your trust, both in our sexual play and in the real world. I will take care of you, and I will allow you the freedom to be as open with me as you choose. And I can promise you, you will have the power to stop whatever is happening if you are not finding pleasure in it, and the power to ask for more if you so desire." With a devilish grin he added, "It will be MY choice whether I GIVE you more or make you wait!"

She blushed and smiled, almost overwhelmed with the thought that went into the simple adornment. He turned her to face the bed, "Now, since you have the collar on, Little Girl, you will submit to me. Get on the bed, face up, spreadeagle... and look only at the ceiling."

Her insides trembled as she did as he told her. She lay in the middle of the bed, feeling his warm hands touch first her right wrist... the softness of the cuff curling around her wrist and being cinched down tightly, but not so tightly that they were uncomfortable. Then the right ankle, his hands briefly wandering up her calf and inner thigh just high enough to make her squirm before moving to the next leg. Finally her left wrist was bound, and she felt his weight on the end of the bed.

"These bindings represent our commitment to this relationship. They are soft on the inside, strong on the outside. While at times they might feel confining, they give us freedom to explore..." and with that he took the feather duster and ran it up the inside of her right thigh. Her breath caught in her throat. "... new ways of pleasuring each other. They are not exclusive to you or me... we are equally bound together. However, I will gain more pleasure in seeing you somewhat helpless in this bed, and you will certainly gain pleasure in being so!"

With that, he leaned forward, allowing his breath to warm her clit and pussy so slightly. She groaned in protest, but did not look down to see what he had in store for her next. "Sir?" she said, finally finding her voice, "may I look at you? May I watch what you are about to do to me?"

He took a minute to respond, pondering his choices. "No, you may not. You lie there and anticipate what may be happening next. Listen to the music, to the sounds in the room. Listen to your breathing. Listen to what your body tells you."

She felt his weight leave the bed, and saw his shadow pass in the flickering light. She heard the clink of glass, and the next sensation was of his hands, warmed by the oil, sliding sensuously up her legs to her tummy. His hands roved her body, slickened by the oil so the movement was firm, yet yielding. She felt her muscles relax under his touch, felt her skin begin to tingle and feel warm. He sat back and blew softly on her skin and it became alive like she'd never experienced before.

"AHHHHhhhhhhhhh..." she gasped, as he chuckled.

"I guess Mr. Huang was right about this stuff... let's try..." and his voice dropped off. She strained to hear what was coming next. He took the feather duster into his hand and ran it lightly over her left breast. Her nipple hardened immediately to the stimulation, and he couldn't resist bending to gently bite at the tip of it.

"Oh, my god..." she moaned, for at the same time, he ran the tips of his fingers lightly up her inner thigh. Such delicious torture... he could see that her pussy lips were beginning to swell, her clit throbbed in anticipation of being touched. He had no intention of going there yet, however... he wanted to push her into oblivion. The duster was next run across her pelvis, just above her pussy, tickling the hair there and making her arch with frustration. "Please, sir... I beg of you. I've waited so long..." her piteous pleas were music to his ears. But he did not want to give her relief. Not yet.

He found the llama skin mitt and put it on, then leaned over her body, over her face, so that she could see him. "How do you feel, Little Girl?"

Small beads of sweat were forming on her brow, but she was smiling, "My arms ache a little, but other than that, I'm dying to make love with you!"

He took the mitt and ran it down her left arm, down to her left breast, where he gently rubbed the nipple with the soft fur. He leaned to kiss her... a soft, lingering kiss which she tried her best to make deeper and more passionate. Not an easy thing to do with your hands and legs bound, so he was able to pull back, leaving her panting.

"You want more?" he asked, knowing full well what her answer would be, "Hmmmmmm?" He ran the mitt up her left inner thigh, stopping just short of the epicenter of her desire.

She was whimpering now, "please... please... Sir! Just touch me! Make me cum..."

He got up off the bed abruptly and stripped off his boxers then reached to unclasp her wrists, lifting her up unto a sitting position and massaging her shoulders gently. He stood and went to the foot of the bed, unclasping her ankles, and when he was sure she got her bearings sufficiently, he pulled her to stand. He knew he had her body humming with adrenaline, and now it was time to refocus her energies so that he could push them again in a few moments.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "KNEEL!" pointing between his knees. She knew what he wanted, and she knew how to give it to him.

"Yessir" she said as she knelt at his feet, "how may I serve you?"

He took her head into his hands and guided it to his cock and said, "Suck me."

She took his cock gently into her hands and kissed the inside of his thighs softly. Using her tongue, she wetly licked a path up his thighs, then blew a soft breeze onto the wetness, watching the goose bumps rise on his legs and listening to him suck in his breath. She used her teeth carefully to nip at his flesh, alternating between nips and sucks, until she reached his cock. It was so warm and hard, and she loved the feel of it in her mouth. How it pulsed with every beat of his heart. He groaned and guided her head as it rose and fell in his lap. He looked down over her beautiful back and shoulders, running his finger over the tattoo on her right one, trying to distract himself from cumming too soon. Her mouth was amazing... just the right pressure, moisture, warmth... and that tea was definitely giving him a deeper pleasure.

Suddenly, the moment was upon him, without warning, and he croaked, "GODDDDD... baby... I... I...I'm CCUUUUMMMINNGGGGG... " arching up against her hand as she pulled her mouth away and stroked his exploding cock, allowing his cum to spray over her face and hair. As he finished, she gently licked the glans, tasting him. She had missed that so much!

She looked up at him and instead of seeing relief on his face, she saw annoyance. "I hadn't intended for you to make me cum, Little Girl," he said, "so you must now be punished. Hand me the paddle."

Rising from the floor, she walked to where the paddle was lying. Her hand trembled as she retrieved it, and returning to her submissive position at his feet, she handed it up to him. "Let me tell you first about this paddle, Little Girl. This paddle represents the pain in our lives. Stand, please." She stood and he continued, pulling her over his lap, "While we both will experience pain.."

SMACK!

The paddle came in contact with her bare ass, and she cried out. He rubbed the red mark, continuing "... I will be there to soothe the hurt..."

SMACK!

Another swat, another cry, another gentle rub. "And while I will administer discipline... " SMACK! (rub)

"... it will be done so lovingly.." S

MACK (rub) (whimper)

"... and I would never knowingly hurt you..."

SMACK! (rub)

"... or humiliate you..."

SMACK! SMACK! (rub)

"...unless it would turn you on!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He dropped the paddle and admired his handiwork. "MY! Your ass is a beautiful red, and the motion of your body against me has me hard again..." He slid his fingers between her legs, feeling her wetness soaking his hand. "I see that my little discipline method has... inflamed you, Little Girl... " He slipped a finger inside her, feeling the rapid pulse of her heart and the slick heat of her interior. He lifted her off his knees and guided her to lie back on the bed, her legs hanging over the side. He pushed her knees wide open, and he dove into her, finally drinking the nectar he so longed for.

Feeling his mouth finally come in contact with her pussy, she literally screamed his name and gripped his hair in her hands. He slipped his hands under her, grabbing her red, sore ass, and squeezed... the pain mixed with the pleasure she was feeling to drive her over the edge. Orgasm after orgasm swept over her, coming so rapidly that she was sure her heart would explode in her chest.

He rose from between her legs, his face glistening with her juices, and pulled her to the floor. He flipped her over so that her torso rested on the bed, her knees on the floor, and she was presented for perfect entry, her red ass available for his amusement. "Should I give you my cock, Little Girl? You have already cum..."

She was practically wailing when she said, "Oh PLEASE, Sir! I have not cum enough! I need to feel you, I need for you to be a part of me! PLEASE! PLEASE!! Do not tease me further... I will do whatever you ask... but PLEASE take me noooooooowwohhhhhhhhhhh..."

The last word became a gutteral groan as he pushed his cock into her body. She gripped him in a wet velvet sheath, his cock slicing slowly into her depths. Her inner walls clung to him as he leaned over her, whispering hotly, "You didn't touch yourself while I was away, did you?! You are so tight... so warm..." He kissed her shoulders, her back. He carefully reached and retrieved the paddle.

SMACK!

Her pussy clutched him deliciously when he swatted her ass.

SMACK!

She couldn't help but draw away a bit, and this added to the friction he was experiencing.

SMACK! SMACK!

He rubbed her sore ass, listening to her moan and groan beneath him as she orgasmed yet again. He reached around her, finding her clit, and began to rub her... feeling her get wetter and wetter, tighter and tighter. He knew he was close, too, so he pulled out of her. He wanted to face her when he came this time... he wanted to make love to her.

His departure from her body elicited a protesting groan from her. Did he want her to beg further? What else could she give to him? He whispered, "Get up in the middle of the bed for me..."

She moved, but halfheartedly. It was feeling so good... did he have to tie her up to enjoy her? Her mind was not in the moment anymore, she was 35 steps ahead and making assumptions. He knew her, and knew that she was probably over thinking right about now. He had to get her body re-engaged, so as she positioned herself, he quickly was upon her, pushing her knees aside and pressing himself once again into her depths.

His roughness startled her... frightened her... and she began to fight against him. Realizing that she was startled and scared, he cradled her, holding himself deeply inside her. "SSSHHHhhhh..." he murmured, "its okay. Stay with me... feel me... "

He kissed the hollow of her neck wetly. He moved his cock inside her imperceptibly at first, then with increasingly longer strokes until he felt her skin begin to flush against him. She moaned and arched into him again, feeling this pelvis rock against her clit, pushing her to the edge. He nibbled at her breasts, suckling her nipples, and purred against her skin, "Cum for me, my love. Squeeze my cock... "

He felt her rock against him, her legs coming up around his hips to pull him in further. He knew she was close so he took his hand and brushed the hair from her forehead, holding on to the top of her head and looking deeply into her eyes. Tears were forming in her eyes as she arched up against him, her mouth opening to form an "o" but no sound came. The muscles in her neck stood out, and he held his cock still, feeling her pussy walls constrict around him tighter than he'd ever felt before. She began a series of thrusts against him, as if trying to pull her own orgasm through her body, and these ripples and hip rolls pushed him over the edge. Softly, he groaned into her ear, and let her pull his cum from him as well, rising to watch her face contort again as another small rumble passed through her body.

When it was over and his cock stopped twitching, there was no strength left in his body. He collapsed onto her, burying his face in her neck. "God, how I love you... " he whispered and nuzzled closer. It was then that he felt the wetness against his cheek.

He slid from her, off of her, and pulled her body against his, wrapping one arm around her and tipping her face up so he could look at her. She was crying. She looked into his eyes, "I have never felt like this before. So bound to someone yet so free... " Her voice trailed off into a slight whimper.

He smiled at her and said, "I wanted to tell you what you mean to me for so long. I just didn't know how, until I began to collect the gifts. I have been so many places and loved so many people. But you... ahhh... you are different, and this was my way of showing you just HOW different and special you are to me. You, my love, are my soulmate, and together, we will find love and passion beyond our wildest dreams. Even if I have to leave you, I will never leave you. Nor will you ever leave me. For we are here..." he took his finger and gently stroked her clit "... and we are here..." he stroked her forehead "... but most of all, we are here," he touched her on her chest where her heart would be, and continued, "I know you've had doubts. I had doubts, too, until this trip. I've made arrangements to take fewer trips, and when I do have to go, I will do everything in my power to take you with me. You are my strength, my muse, my passion, my best friend. Even in the days when we feel that love and passion have separated us, I will always find my way back to you"

The tears were running down her face in a steady stream now. He wiped them gently, and she caught him by the wrist, bringing his hand to her lips. It took her a moment, but she finally found her words and spoke, "I am yours for as long as you choose. I give myself wholly and freely to you, and I will do whatever will make you happy. I trust that you will not hurt me and that you will take care of me. I will love you and make love to you with everything I am." a pause "Oh, and sir?" he looked into her eyes and saw amusement as she continued "... my ass hurts. Would you please kiss it better?"

He laughed, "Gladly!" Turning her over he placed his mouth against the redness of her buttocks and began to kiss her. Hearing her sighs, he knew this was going to be a long, passionate night indeed, and he smiled.