The Journey Ch. 06

“Thank You, Master” she whispered, squirming lightly against the table.

He flipped the switches on the table, bringing her body back to a laying position and then carefully untied the strips of leather binding her ankles and wrists. Grasping her hand, He pulled her to a sitting position and carefully lifted her down from the table, swatting her ass lightly.

“Time for a shower, lil girl and then supper. I’m ravenous!” He growled.

She giggled as He bit gently against her neck, setting her down to her feet.

She scampered down the hall, giggling as she bounced away from Him. Turning to peek over her shoulder, giving Him one of those “catch me if You can” looks. Growling, He started after her, laughing out loud as He heard her shriek of giggles as she started running. Swooping her up into His arms, mid-stride, she collapsed in a fit of giggles against His chest, peering up to Him with sparkling eyes full of mischief.

Setting her down, He pulled some big, fluffy towels from the linen closet inside the bathroom.

Turning to look at her from over His shoulder, He spoke, “there is an assortment of shampoos, conditioners, and shower gels in that cabinet just to your left. Pick some out, and don’t forget the loofa gloves I know you like to use.”

She nodded and replied, “yes, Master,” making her selections. He had hung towels on the rack just outside the door of the shower area, waiting for her.

“Put those on that bench just inside and get the water running. Make sure it is warm. I like my showers hot,” He told her.

Again she replied, “yes Master.” She relieved herself of the bottles, lining them up along the ledge and turned on the water.

He still stood just outside the shower area, as if waiting.

Tilting her head, she looked at Him, wondering, “Master?” she finally asked.

“I’m waiting, little one. Quit dawdling and get your ass out here. It’s time you start earning your keep around here; this isn’t Club Med where you are going to be waited on hand and foot,” He spoke.

Nodding, she quietly replied, “yes, Master”, all the while wondering why His attitude had suddenly changed.

“Undress me, slut. The laundry chute is there,” He said, pointing to the swinging door positioned just under the towel rack.

Stepping hesitantly to Him, her aura had changed from playfulness to a shy submissiveness. Standing on tiptoe, she started slowly unbuttoning His shirt, pushing it off His shoulders and then pushing it through the swinging door of the chute. Working at the button of His jeans, she negotiated it through the hole and unzipped the zipper and then began sliding the soft denim down over His legs.

Clearing His throat, He gained her attention, “uhh, little one, it might be easier to remove the jeans if you first remove My boots.”

Blushing she looked down at His boots and then up to Him, “uhmmm, yes Master.”

Lifting His foot, she pulled against the heel of the boot, He steadied Himself on one foot, placing His hand on her head for balance. Tugging the boots off finally, she then removed His jeans and underwear, again pushing them through the chute to the laundry.

He patted her head, “good, but a little slow, slut, but you’ll improve with time.”

“Yes, Master”, she softly responded.

He opened the door to the shower, stepping aside to let her proceed Him. “You will undress and wash me first before yourself, little one. I won’t remind you again.”

She nodded, “yes Master”.

Before sitting down on the ledge, He adjusted the showerheads towards Him.

“Get to it, slut. We don’t have all night, I’m starving,” He growled.

Jumping at the tone of His voice, she stepped quickly to Him. Pouring a small amount of shampoo into the palm of her hand, she rubbed her hands together and then went to work, her hands working the lather through His dark hair. Slowly she massaged His head, using the pads of her fingers, feeling Him relax under her care. Taking the handheld shower sprayer, she rinsed the shampoo away, being careful not to get it in His eyes. Once the water ran clear again, the suds gone, she worked conditioner through, again massaging His scalp with her fingers. She heard a low moan rumble from His throat as she worked.

“You have magical fingers, slut,” He growled low.

She smiled, knowing that she was pleasing Him. Leaving the conditioner to work in His hair, she pulled on the loofa gloves and worked up a lather with a bar of soap.

Lifting up His arm she proceeded to scrub His skin, He not being used to the loofa, looked up to her.

“Careful you don’t scrub all of My skin away, slut” He grinned up to her to let her know He was jesting with her.

She looked at Him, seeing the grin and smiled back to Him, “I won’t, Master. It will help remove the dead skin and leave Your skin feeling renewed, Master.”

He nodded, closing His eyes again, letting her work. She repeated the process on His other arm and then moved behind Him to scrub His back. Completing His back, she moved to the front of Him, standing in the area between His knees, applying the loofa gently as she washed His face and then applying a little more pressure as she moved down His neck and chest.

Reaching for the handheld shower behind Him, she gasped as He caught her nipple in His mouth, sucking and biting it gently. The nipple extending to a taut peak against His tongue. She tried to squirm away and continue with her task, He felt her squirm and brought His arms around her ass to hold her prisoner against Him.

Letting the nipple pop from His mouth, He commanded, “rinse me off, slut.”

She tried to take a step back away from Him, but felt the steel band of His arms tighten around her, making her escape impossible.

“Just continue, slut,” He growled.

“But, Master…” she started to speak.

“Continue!” He growled sharply.

Timidly she responded, “yes, Master.”

Still clutching the handheld sprayer in her hand, she started at the top of His head, rinsing the conditioner away, her other hand sifting through the long wet strands, lifting them as she rinsed. He, at that moment, captured her nipple again in His mouth, suckling tightly against the taut peak, smiling as He heard her sharp inhale of breath, feeling her arch her back and lift up to Him. She let the water stream down over His face, washing the lather away, turning slightly to rinse His arms, chest and back. He had continued to suck and bite against the nipples, moving from one to the other, enjoying the feel of her squirming within His arms and listening to the soft moans she had so desperately tried to hold back. Biting down against one nipple fairly hard, He had heard her low, throaty moan. Her response had reinforced His earlier judgement that she had a bit of suppressed masochistic tendencies deep inside her. He was pleased.

Releasing her from the cage within His arms, He stood, towering over her. She hesitantly took a step back from Him, her dark eyes mesmerized by the sight of His nakedness. Blushing as her gaze traveled down over the hard plains of His chest and stomach to His cock, standing in its full glory in a soft forest of dark chestnut curls. Gasping softly at the size of Him, she lifted frightened eyes to Him.

“I’ll be gentle with you, little one, have no fear,” He spoke soothingly to her.

She nodded hesitantly, her eyes holding His before again falling back to contemplate the size of Him.

He smiled softly, His voice soft, “come, little one.”

She again lathered the loofa gloves, dropping gently to her knees before Him, her hands stroking up and down the length of His legs as she washed. He smiled, seeing her natural submissiveness showing through without her knowledge. He stood, His thickly muscled legs held in a wide stance. She hesitated as she made her way, knowing that the only part of Him she had not washed yet was His most private area.

Seeing her hesitation, He spoke gently to her, “all of Me, little one. I expect you to become quite acquainted with every inch of My flesh.”

She nodded, her dark eyes peering up to Him from lowered lashes, “yes, my Master.”

He smiled, seeing her in this kneeling position before Him.

She started with His tight ass cheeks, scrubbing gently against them, building her courage to wash His cock. With hesitation she moved slowly to the front of Him, gently stroking along His shaft. Stopping, she took off the loofa gloves, working a lather with her bare hands, she again, started stroking up and down along His cock, feeling the velvety smoothness of Him. Hearing His low moan of pleasure, she smiled up to Him, gently rolling His balls in the smallness of her hand, building more courage as she watched Him moan softly with her administrations.

Lifting the handheld sprayer, she gently washed the suds away, her other hand continuing to lightly stroke against Him, feeling His cock throbbing.

In a low moan, He commanded her, “suck Me, slut. Take My cock into that mouth and suck.”

Scooting closer to Him on her knees, she darted the tip of her tongue against the head of His cock, flicking lightly against it. Gaining more courage, she twirled her tongue around the ridge, her tongue flicking against the underside of the V, before licking up and down along the rigid shaft, licking lightly against His balls.

Hearing His low moans, she became bolder, impaling her mouth against Him, taking His cock deep within the confines of her mouth, her tongue dancing along the underside of His cock buried deep in her mouth. She gasped suddenly as she felt His huge hands hold her head against Him, slowly fucking her mouth.

“Yesss….that’s My good little slut. Suck Me, slut” He growled low.

Hearing Him, she increased her pace with Him, relaxing her throat muscles as He continued to assault her mouth, fucking that hot, slutty mouth of hers.

She was on her knees before Him, her thighs splaying wide as she leaned against Him, taking His cock deep, her head bobbing up and down against Him, her hands squeezing against His firmly muscled ass.

She felt His cock swell in her mouth, His words harsh as He spoke, “swallow, slut. Swallow every drop.”

Panicking, she tried to push away from Him, she had never swallowed before. Refusing to let her go, He pressed even more firmly against her head, holding her there at His cock, fucking deep into her mouth.

“Swallow, slut!” He commanded firmly. She felt His cock starting to jerk, hearing Him roar His release and then felt the fiery flood engulf her mouth, she worked her throat muscles convulsively trying to swallow every hot spurt of cum shooting from His cock. At the same moment, He reached down to her, twisting her nipple sharply, holding it in a vice grip with one hand, His other hand continuing to move her head against His cock, slowing as He spent Himself.

Releasing the nipple as the last spurt of cum sprayed down her throat, He growled low in His throat, “you please Me, little one.”

Slowly she released His cock from her lips, smacking them lightly together as she smiled up to Him.

“Wash yourself and let’s get some supper, slut,” He commanded.

He sank down to the ledge, leaning back; one foot propped on the ledge as He watched her. She turned around, looking at Him from over a bare shoulder, slowly lifting one arm as she begun to bathe.

“Minx!” He growled after her.

She simply smiled to Him and continued her slow, seductive wash. First washing and conditioning her hair, her back arching tightly as she thrust her breasts forward, the nipples standing tightly puckered. Her hands running over the many valleys and curves as she smoothed the loofa over her silken flesh, her dark eyes smokey as she teased Him. He enjoyed her seduction, watching the bold slut seem to emerge from the depths of her belly. Rinsing with the handheld, she held the stream against her fresh shaven cunt, feeling the water pound against the little nub held protected within the folds and hood. He watched her, letting her work herself up to almost release.

His words startling her as He spoke softly, almost menacingly, “not so fast, slut, you must beg permission before seeking your pleasure.”

Snapping her head up, her dark eyes stormy, “but Master…please,” she whined pitifully.

He stated simply, “no.”

Gathering her brows, “but Master, I need to cum.”

Again, He simply stated, “no.”

Turning her back to Him, she again applied the spray of water to her throbbing clit, ignoring His command. Gasping sharply, she felt His large hands against her, ripping the sprayer from her hand.

“I said no, slut, and I meant it,” He growled.

“But, Master…I need to cum, please,” she whined.

He turned off the water, glaring at her. “You have many things to learn, slut. You will be punished for this infraction,” He growled.

Spinning on her heel, she turned away from Him, crossing her arms under her breasts, pushing them forward unconsciously as she pouted. He looked at her, shaking His head at her willful display. He smacked her ass firmly, His large hand landing squarely against her rounded cheek, the spank cracking loudly in the silence. Jumping, she spun around, glaring at Him, “how dare You” she shrieked.

He slowly turned to her, the weight of His glare silencing any further expletives from her. He spoke low, dangerously, as He stalked her. She backed away from Him, whimpering as she felt the tiled wall against her back. He placed one hand on the wall near her head, in effect, pinning her there. The other hand grazed lightly up along her thigh, before clutching her breast.

Twisting her nipple as He slowly spat out, “you will do well to heed my words, little one. When I say no, I mean NO! You will listen, you will obey without hesitation.”

Wincing from the pain shooting through her, she lifted dark, frightened eyes to Him, her voice trembling as she whispered, “yes Master. I’m sorry, please forgive me, Master.”

Nodding to her, He twisted the nipple once more for emphasis, “you are forgiven, little one. But remember well My words.”

Wincing, she nodded, whispering, “yes, Master. Thank You, Master.”

He stepped out of the shower room, first handing her a towel and then taking another from the towel bar for Himself. Quietly she thanked Him again and began to pat the water droplets from her silky flesh, once done; she bent over at the waist and wrapped the towel around her head, turban style. She hesitantly peeked up to Him from the cover of long lashes, watching as He brusquely toweled Himself dry, His jaw was set, a muscle ticking in His cheek. She knew instantly that He was indeed very angry with her behavior. Stepping close to Him, she reached for the end of the towel, blotting lightly against Him as she helped dry His back. He looked over His shoulder to her, His eyes still flinty with His anger. Again she peeked up to Him, this time catching His gaze.

Hastily she lowered her lashes, her head bowing down. “I’m sorry, Master,” she whispered as she continued to blot at His back.

“I know, little one, but you will learn the boundaries and you will not cross them. I am still angry with you, but I have forgiven you, little one. And don’t forget, you still have a punishment coming.” He spoke.

Gasping softly, her head snapped up to look at Him, her eyes wide. Slowly closing her gaping mouth, she nodded slightly, her voice barely audible, “yes, Master.”

He turned on His heel, striding into His own walk-in closet, selected a faded pair of jeans and pulled them on, leaving the button unfastened. Turning He looked into the bathroom again and watched as she folded the towels and hung them again on the towel bar, her small hands still trembling as she tidied the room. Quickly she ran a comb through the long tresses, untangling it.

He called out to her, “come, little one, My stomach growls.”

Looking over a bared shoulder to Him, she nodded, her body already turning and her bare feet pattering softly against the floor to Him.

She followed a few paces behind Him, her tiny feet hurrying to keep up with His long strides. Entering the kitchen, He bade her to set the table with one place setting. Tilting her head in confusion, she nodded slowly, not wanting to anger Him further with questions. He had already turned His back to her and had started preparations for dinner. Completing her task, she looked at Him, seeing the tense lines of His bare back as He continued His preparations.

Tiptoeing quietly up behind Him, she stood just to His left, her soft whisper going unnoticed. She cleared her throat quietly and again in a slightly louder whisper called to Him, “Master?”

Turning abruptly to her, she backed up a pace, her dark eyes wide. “Yes, little one?” He seemed to bark.

Twisting her fingers, standing on one foot, she looked like a little girl, her head bowed down, her voice so soft He could barely hear her words.

He smiled softly, seeing her distress and turned to her, lifting her chin with His hand, “I can’t hear you when you talk to the floor, little one. Speak up,” He said quietly.

“I am finished setting the table, Master…and…uhmm…was…uhmmm…wondering if there was something more I could do to help, Master,” she said quietly, keeping her lashes lowered, her voice soft, chin quivering in His hand.

“Little one, look up to Me, let Me see those beautiful eyes. Don’t hide them from me,” He said softly.

Looking up to Him, she bit her lower lip, her dark eyes shining with unshed tears of remorse.

He smiled, looking into her eyes, “yes, little one, there is a cushion in the bottom cabinet at the end of the island, get it and place it next to the table on the floor.”

She looked up at Him, clearly confused, but said nothing other than, “yes, Master.”

He finished the salad He had been making, slicing a grilled chicken breast into strips before sliding it on top of the huge salad. Taking the salad plate in one hand, He carried a bottle of white wine and two wine goblets to the table.

Sinking down into the cushioned chair, He pointed to the cushion on the floor and uttered one single word to her, “nadu!”

She tilted her head, nodded, and sunk down to the cushion, her creamy thighs splaying wide, back arching into a delicate curve, she held her head high, dark eyes cast to the stone floor in front of her. Settling back on her heels, she gently rested her wrists, the palms facing skyward against the creamy flesh of her upper thighs.

“Very well done, little one,” He praised her.

She smiled softly up to Him, her soft voice whispering, “thank You, Master.”

He smiled once more and then literally started to attack the salad, she watched silently, her own stomach growling its hunger. Hearing the rumble, He looked down to her, “your hands are now bound behind your back, little one.”

Hearing the command, she interlaced her fingers behind her back, arching it tightly and thrusting her breasts forward. She was now “bound by Master’s will”, no rope or other bindings were necessary once a slave was commanded into this position. She had remembered much from her Gorean books it seemed. He smiled as He watched her position herself.

Selecting a ripe, plump cherry tomato, He held it to her lips, lightly running it along her full bottom lip. Her dark eyes peered up to Him as she darted the tip of her tongue out to His fingers, licking lightly around the tomato as He placed against her tongue. Rolling her tongue back as she curled it, the tomato rolled into her mouth, where she savored the morsel. He watched her little tongue trick and smiled. She smiled up to Him, still savoring the tomato, thinking to herself she had never tasted one so good before. He continued eating and feeding her tidbits of the salad, tipping the wineglass every so often to her lips for a sip of the Chardonnay.

“You will be fed by My hand, little one, until you have earned the right to feed yourself, and even then you will need to earn the right to use utensils. Every step will be earned. Feeding yourself, using utensils, sitting at the table here with Me. And even then, I will still limit your intake of food and limit the kinds of food you will be consuming. We have some work to do to get you in the condition that I wish. Understood, little one?”