Contrition Ch. 04

She grins and I whimper as her hand slips under the elastic of my pyjamas, my thighs part slightly as the tip of her finger pushes slowly into my damp pussy. I groan with embarrassment because she'll know how aroused I am. I want to stop her but I can't move, I want to beg her to stop but I can't speak. I'm not tied but the imaginary ropes that secure me are as strong as any real ones.

"I changed my mind Darby, I've decided to keep you," her fingers stroke me and I shake my head no but her grin broadens "Oh yes my sweet, you'll be my slave forever now, my plaything, my toy. You can join all my other toys, I have so many and they are all for you," she raises her arms for me to see; her hands are filled with toys; clamps, plugs, vibrators, dildos, whips and chains and so much more, I can see two nipple clamps that are mouths, her mouth, with her perfect teeth and huge bells attached. I look on in horror and dread as she starts to giggle.

I try to tell her no, I don't want to be a toy, I'm a person, please, please don't do this to me. But her giggling turns to laughter and the hand sealing my lips has become a gag, filling my mouth, silencing me. A huge dildo slowly rises from the gag before my eyes, ready for her to use for her pleasure. I have become a toy for her amusement and I scream silently.

Her fingers work their way deep inside me and my hips push upward seeking, wanting more as my body betrays me. I shudder when she grips my nipple, squeezing hard and pulling so that I arch off the bed. I'm moaning, pleading through the gag trying to make her understand; if only she would remove the gag so I could feel her lips on mine, so I could taste her, taste her mouth and taste her sex. But she is laughing at me, she is shaking with laughter, crying with laughter, her mascara running down her face creating the mask of a mad woman. And as she shakes the toys rattle together and the bells chime forming a discordant music, becoming a familiar tune, growing louder, and louder until my eyes snap open.

My alarm clock wakes me, the digital display illuminating the empty room. As I become aware I realize I have one hand down my shorts, my fingers halfway inside my very wet pussy, my other hand is gripping my nipple. I lay stunned for long seconds then slam the button to stop the music, I roll onto my side and curl up into a ball and cry quietly.

oOo

As I sit at the kitchen table sipping hot tea I wonder what I should do, but I don't know. I don't even know what day it is? But I guess it must be a work day. There is no way I can concentrate on business so I phone to arrange a few days off. I try to put out of my mind what has happened but it's something I will never forget. I feel I should do something, something to make her pay, something to help make me feel better, but what? I can't tell the police, or anybody else, I couldn't bare the shame of people knowing. I decide things will somehow improve if I know who she is and why she did what she did. I remember something she said about me just doing my job; I realize that could be a clue so I decide that will be where I start.

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It was surprisingly easy and I was correct in my assumption; I now know everything I need to know about the young woman who turned my life inside out, and I do indeed feel so much better. I got lucky straight away. I started by tracing the people who I had to recommend for redundancy; three stood out, people who hadn't been with the company long enough to receive a substantial pay off and were on record as being less than happy about having to go, and when I pulled their files there she was. And looking at her face again as she stared out from my computer screen made me feel like I was standing on the edge of a cliff. I studied her profile and spent a week researching her, It amazed me just how much information one can gather about another person; I now know almost everything about her, from where she goes on holiday to what type of food she prefers, and armed with this knowledge I made a decision. And it all brought me to here and now.

I'm sitting in my car, fifty yards from her house and watching as she tidies a flower bed in her front garden, because of the warm weather she is wearing just a tee shirt and shorts, even dressed like this she looks good and I imagine her slowly peeling the shirt from her body damp with sweat. I mentally scold myself; although I have come to terms with what happened and the way I felt and reacted I remind myself that's not the reason I am here. I continue to watch her for almost an hour until she goes back into her house and taking a deep breath I clutch my bag and climb from the car.

The walk to her door seems endless and I rehearse what I plan to say, I'm nervous and I clench my fists in an effort to stop my hands shaking. I will tell her how wrong she is; explain to her why I did what I had to. There would be no comebacks, no recriminations, what she did would be forgotten, eventually, hopefully, and we can both get on with our lives. I will apologise for what I had to do to her and hope she feels the same about what she did to me. If she can't accept this I'll have no option but to go to the police. It's a scare tactic, but I want her to know that she did wrong and that I am a lot stronger than she might think.

Ringing the doorbell is a major task for me and I almost turn and run. She opens the door and smiles up at me before realisation sinks in. I take a breath and pull my shoulders back, I open my mouth but no words come. She looks hot and dusty, her white tee shirt is dirty and I can see that she is braless, her small nipples standing out through the material. I struggle to remember what I had planned to say as I picture her perfect breasts, it takes all my strength not to reach out and touch them. I lick my dry lips with a dry tongue. She has her hair tied up but a few strands hang loose over her face and I fight the urge to brush them away. A small bead of moisture hangs on her cheek and as I stare at it I am defeated, I want to kiss it away, I want her to take me, to hold me and never let me go. She tilts her head and everything I had planned, the very reason I am here is forgotten.

I hang my head in defeat and submission, I am contrite now and I at last admit what I truly want "I'm sorry Mistress. Please, please will you have me back," I wait for what seems a lifetime, neither of us speaking. I can't look at her and still she is silent.

Eventually, when no answer is forthcoming I turn and slowly walk away, in my mind I am screaming, begging her to say something to stop me, to call me back, and I wonder if I can exist without her. I walk through the gate and hesitate, did she speak? Or was it in my mind? Did she say my name, did she?

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My heart is racing fit to burst. I can only stare dumbly at her. She is a vision of grace, of redemption. She is mine and all I have to do is reach out and take her hand. My tongue feels rooted to the roof of my mouth. I cannot speak. I am spellbound. She turns and begins to walk away. I can sense her tears, trickling down her cheeks. She reaches the gate before I find my voice from somewhere.

"Darby," I croak. She turns, hope lighting in her eyes. Such a beautiful creature.

I extend my hand, grubby with soil from the garden. The sleepless nights are behind me now and the futures lays in front of me, clean and clear and open. And she is in it. I will not make the mistake of treating her too gently. She needs the cruelty, the dominance from before and this gives me the permission I need to allow the closed and locked gate on my sexuality to swing open once more.

"Get inside," I tell her, my voice strengthening.

A blissful smile radiates across her face and she walks as if in a trance towards me and past me into the hallway, the frisson of her body as it passes mine makes me instantly wet. We stop in the kitchen and she turns to face me. I take her chin in my thumb and forefinger, tilting her head so she looks me straight in the eyes. I need to see the resolve, the strength.

"I won't be easy on you," I tell her bluntly. She smiles and nods.

"I didn't think you would Mistress," her voice sends thrills through me.

I press down on her shoulders and she sinks obediently to the floor onto her knees. I feel so aroused I can barely control myself. I unbutton my shorts and let them drop to the floor. My panty covered pussy is inches from her face. I can feel the voltage between us cranking higher and higher.

"You may kiss me," I tell her and she presses her face against my pubis, her sweet pink lips finding my pussy and pressing urgent, pleading kisses there. I slide my hand down my panties and begin to stroke myself. My pussy is slippery with arousal and I lean back against the table to steady myself as she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of my knickers, sliding the silky material down my thighs her tongue comes out to seek my clit. I gasp and writhe, alight with pleasure and anticipation. My hands entwine in her long red hair and I twist them until I can feel her wince and falter.

"Upstairs, Darby."

She rises carefully, my hands still controlling her until I release her. Taking her hand sweetly I lead her up the stairs. When we reach the top I indicate my bedroom with a nod of my head. We kiss and our hands are everywhere, searching, reacquainting ourselves with each other. I feel so happy and complete and I know that she does too. The past days have been a blur of worry. Would the police arrive on my doorstep at any time? Would I ever see her again? But now, my mind stills and allows my body to take over. I have not climaxed since I rode her face that day and now I am bursting for it, my body aching with desire and longing.

We tumble onto the bed, undressing each other until we are naked and her pale, freckled skin is open to me, her sweet pussy lips pouting enticingly at me. I can barely think, the need is so strong to consume her, to own every single, freely proffered inch of her.

The first time is mutual, an orgy of desire sated freely on one another? We writhe, entwined like two serpents, a mass of probing fingers, kissing lips, licking tongues and biting teeth. As we lie there in sated completion, fingers loosely holding those of the other, I look into her eyes and see the need there. The reason she came back to me. The reason she came home.

I reach over to the nightstand without breaking her gaze and bring out the ball gag and the collar.

"Welcome home, Darby," I whisper "we're in for a long night," she kisses the ball as I press it to her pink lips.

"Thank you Mistress, I so missed you..."

A tear forms in the corner of her eye and shimmers before trickling down her pale cheek. I force the gag home behind her teeth and pushing her head forward I buckle it tight at the back of her neck, those tiny red hairs arousing me uncontrollably.

I kiss her gag, her stretched lips with passion and meaning.

What a beautiful way to begin our new life together...

The end

For now.