From Darkness Comes Light

"Good girl," he cooed condescendingly.

She could feel his delight and the shameful aching of her heart was all but unbearable.

"Wipe." His tone was sharp and inpatient.

She could smell the baby wipe in front of her nose. As she cleaned herself, Master removed the gag. The release was divine and she felt herself almost ready to forgive him for the shame he had just caused her to endure.

"Now put the baby wipe in its mouth."

She grimaced, whimpered, and stuffed the piss-laced wipe into her mouth and blindly followed the tugging. She was stopped again and Master ordered her to put the wipe into a plastic baggy. She zipped the baggy closed and Master took it from her hand and threw it away. She sat back on her knees and raised her hands, palms up as commanded, and rubbed her hands together as he squirted them with alcohol gel. Having attended to her "business", he guided her back inside. The salty aroma of southern-fried chicken warmed her as she crawled back to her room. She was certain she would be put back in her cage, but instead, she found herself faced with an unacceptable command.

"Its Mistress is approximately a foot in front of it sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs spread. It is going to be a good girl for Master and is going to crawl up between Mistress's legs and lick Mistress's pussy and make Mistress cum."

Mesu felt an anger unparalleled to any anger she had ever felt in her life and sharply pulled back only to be halted and held in place by the taut leash that was securely attached to her collar. She shook her head in resolute defiance. Not only could he go to hell, but she was inches from helping him get there. Arousal or no arousal, no matter how much she wanted to and despite much fantasizing of being forced to eat a woman's pussy, her Christian upbringing taught her that some lines were not acceptable to cross. He could not and would not force her into unimaginable acts and cause her to violate values she cherished and held dear. Mesu pulled back harder, jerking violently at the end of her leash, but his grasp was stronger. She lowered herself and buried her face into the plush carpeting beneath her hands and knees. She might not be able to break free of him, but she was not going to yield either. As far as she was concerned, she was ready to stand her ground all night long and into the next night if necessary.

"It will not eat until it obeys."

She bit her tongue and wished she could scream out the thoughts that ran through her mind but were captive and silenced by his prior imperative that speaking was not a necessary or desired function of her mouth. It, she thought, doesn't give a damn and It is not licking pussy. It does not care whose pussy. It will starve. She clenched her jaw tight.

"So that's its choice?"

Mesu nodded definitively.

"So be it," he remarked with absolute acceptance of her refusal as he placed the gag back into her mouth and locked it in place. "Crawl back Bitch."

She crawled back into her cage and heard the door being locked. She closed her eyes, held her grumbling stomach, thought of her Mistress's soft, pink, warm pussy, and longed to feel Mistress's clit swell and harden on her tongue. Such was her conflict. Nonetheless, Mesu was resolved and would not compromise her beliefs. On this mountain, she would die or be broken, but she would not surrender. Master and Mistress left her room and settled into their own bed. The sounds of their lovemaking, like two teenagers in the back seat of Chevy on a hot summer night, faded as Mesu cried herself to sleep.

IV. Sunset

She was awakened by the aroma of pancakes saturating her senses and was thankful for a new day. New days typically brought new hope and she hoped Master and Mistress would reconsider their relentless attempts to weaken her resolve and compel her to an act she had identified as a limit during their many discussions. She could not understand what she felt was insensitivity on their part of her beliefs.

Still and again, their callous games excited her as much as they offended her. In being a slave and being used for the pleasure of another, she found the essence of her being, the element that breathed life into her heart and soul. It was the only element in her life that made her feel whole and at peace with herself. Her submission to her late master and his position of being the "head" in their marriage, was real enough to satisfy her, but, in regard to being his sex slave, she always felt it to be just a game they played. But this life, this new journey, these "games" methodically orchestrated and played out in reality to the delight of her Master and Mistress, fulfilled her desire of being nothing more than chattel for the pleasure of another. She wondered if what she had always desired, this depth of slavery, would not in reality be equal to what she had romanticized it to be. The emotional, mental, and even physical satisfaction she felt was astounding. But conflict between her values and Master and Mistress's desires was proving to be agonizing.

Mesu's hope that her Mistress and Master might have a change of heart was immediately extinguished when Master entered her room, bid her good morning, promptly attached leash to collar, and walked her out to the back yard to allow her to "do its business" once again. As she crawled to the designated location for "doing its business" and sat patiently as Master removed her gag while thoughts of being kept in a locked cage and having to pee and shit outside might be Master's requirement for everyday living and not at all intended for games raced through her mind. Perhaps they were both. Regardless of the motivation, the pain of her humiliation was eased by the joy of having a moment outside. The music of a host of song birds, the gentle breezes caressing her naked body, and the plush feeling of rich, green grass evoked such sentiment that Mesu felt herself near tears of jubilation. As wondrous as her present was, she knew that such bliss was likely to be but a tiny sampling of freedoms she had once enjoyed but were non-existent in this new life. Accordingly, she prepared herself mentally for being returned to her cage. While such was a foreboding thought, she hoped at the very least she might be offered a bit of food once she was returned to her steel abode.

The pains of hunger that persisted from last night's refusal to lick her Mistress's pussy were now of such intensity that she felt herself near throwing up. Her eagerness to return to her cage would not, at this moment anyway, come to fruition. Assumption of routine and the imagined taste of pancakes melting in her mouth were promptly altered by a tug of the leash in a different direction followed by commands to "stop" and "stay". She sensed Master kneeling behind her as he ordered her to sit upright on her knees. Leaning back against Master, she rested her grass imprinted hands on her lap, submerged in the warmth and comfort of his rugged chest. Her purring accelerated to moaning as the smooth and hard texture of stainless steel suddenly snapped to and coiled around her wrist.

Having steel cuffs locked on her wrist always resulted in a small wet spot on her panties. Master stood and pulled her to her feet with him. Her arms were raised above her and she sensed Master moving away. Thinking he had left her, she began stepping left, right, forward and back in a dance of curious exploration using her feet as eyes seeking to gain a picture of her surroundings. The grass tickled her bare feet. Smiling faintly, she let her head fall back and quietly moaned, basking in the warm touch of the sun, enjoying being upright, even if being chained was the price for such a luxury. She grabbed hold of the chain, pulled herself up until she was standing on the tips of her toes. She raised one leg and then the other, squeezing her cunt so the inside of her pussy rubbed together, squeezing her clit sweetly between her pussy lips.

She focused all thought and attention on her warm cunt, her cares drifting away as she alternated raising each leg faster, squeezing her pussy harder, and moaning a little louder. Her breathing becoming labored as her body drew tight. She let her head fall back and moaned blissfully. She was right there, right on the edge, her body slowly curling, ready to orgasm when a sudden and paralyzing icy chill rippled through her as if she had been thrown into a cold creek. Mesu thrashed about gasping for air like a fish fighting a fisherman's hook as Master blasted her with a jet of cold water. The water ceased and a yelp mingled with an angry growl bellowed from her gut as searing pain shot through her scalp. She felt certain Master was going to rip the mass of hair he had seized right out of her head. She started to speak but her words were soon choked out by his massive hand clutching and squeezing her throat. She could not breathe and she dare not move. A warm stream of piss ran down her thighs. Mesu could feel and hear his anger and for the first time since coming to his home she felt a great appreciation for his proclivity for control.

"It better not cum. If it does, it will become well acquainted with its Master's bull whip."

His tone was stern and void of emotion.

She could do nothing but tremble. The burning and pressure building from the much needed and almost release was fierce and trying to hold it back was like trying to stop a freight train. She clinched her fist and, biting her tongue, diligently focused on regulating her breathing in an attempt to control her desires. The agony of denial was a divine pleasure that left her feeling weak and helpless. She relished erotic agony. It was her heaven, a heaven paved with wickedly delectable thorns. She soaked in the sensations feeling as if she could live in this moment forever. But.....

"It needs a bath," Master scowled.

A bath; a cold water bath. She whimpered, fell under her chains with her head falling back, wanting to beg him to take her inside for a nice warm shower. Providing much needed relief to her aching jaw, he had not replaced her gag. Still, she knew to hold her tongue and did not speak. She did not want to make him regret his kindness.

His soft but heavy breathing on her bare, wet neck did nothing to ease her carnal cravings. As his soapy fingers rhythmically squeezed and rolled her nipples, he almost brought her to crippling defeat. She was determined not to give him the satisfaction and bit her tongue harder. The pleasurable warm, wet, aching sensations evoked by his touch was unbearable and cracked her resolve to resist having an orgasm. Weary and wanting, she leaned back, softening in his arms, sinking deeper into his control and ready to surrender to the pleasure. Oh how she wanted to be engulfed in wave after wave of orgasm. Her resolve to deny him the satisfaction of bringing her to orgasm was revived and she jerked forward, pulling away from him.

"You have to stop!" Mesu demanded in a commanding, yet pleading tone, shaking immediately as the reality of his bull whip and her mistake were likely to meet. She was taken aback and wasn't quite sure what to think of this cold and indifferent man who was now chuckling at her imperative. Not quite the reaction she expected, but, then she felt his warmth against her back and his breath on her neck. His arm wrapped around her, lingering, taunting, eliciting reactions of trembling, bated breath, and enticing moans.

"No sweetheart, I don't have to stop," he whispered, drawing out each word.

He slipped a finger past her slit and into her pussy, teasing.... tormenting.

"Oh, so wet and silky, swollen and burning. No, I don't have to stop and it does not want me

to stop, now does it?"

His tantalizing verbiage, pinching of her nipples, and calculated stimulation of her cunt, catapulted her to the edge of a dangerously teetering orgasm and a feral craving to feel the sting of his whip. All she had to do was let go and she would become the victor of her rebellion and find gratification in the kiss of his whip. As much as she wanted to feel the sting of his whip and the passion of his fury, she remained steadfast in her want and need to please him. She pulled down on her chain as hard as she could, gritting her teeth until her jaw ached emitting a discordant moan, and pleaded.

"Please, please stop; it's too much. I can't hold it any longer. Please!" Every muscle was taut and Mesu struggled to break free of him.

He immediately withdrew his finger from deep inside her, wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her close, hugged her and kissed her cheek.

"It said please. What a good girl." His tone was soft, affectionate, and tender.

"Master likes please."

He held her close until she had settled, unchained her, commanded her back on all fours, and led her back to her room. She awaited his command to crawl back into her cage, certain that pancakes awaited her. Instead of being returned to her cage and being offered the comfort food, she found herself facing yesterday's unacceptable command.

"Once again, Bitch, Mistress is sitting in front of it with her legs spread waiting for it to please Mistress by licking Mistress's pussy."

She clinched her jaw tight and shook her head adamantly. That she was a slave in her heart and by her nature was undeniable. But, Master's expectations that she would abandon her values and beliefs because of who and what she was, was shear insanity. She feared him, felt reverence for him, and wanted to please him. But if he continued on this path of provocation, she was quite capable and willing to rise to the occasion and meet his challenge.

She gasped, responding to the juices that wet and warmed her cunt as he reached between her legs and tenderly rubbed her swollen clit. She felt his fingers of his free hand enter her mouth. The sweet, tangy nectar from a fresh strawberry wet her tongue. Purring moans escaped her lips as she savored the juicy, candy like treat. Master cupped her breast and teased her nipple as he fed her another slice of the strawberry. His touch triggered a brief orgasm that warmed her clit and she moaned softly, squirming and rocking her hips. He withdrew his touch, forbidding her to linger in the moments pleasure, and tugged her leash, beckoning her to move forward and commanded again.

"Touch its nose to Mistress's pussy Bitch."

She thought to plead for his mercy, to beg him not to require this of her, but decided against it. She was hungry and could not imagine that he would forfeit the pleasure he sought. Surely, she reasoned, a touch was not worth a battle and might even be rewarded with more food.

Two daunting steps brought her between Mistress's legs. Each step wet her more. Touching the crease of Mistress's thigh with her nose, Mesu bit her lip to withhold from him the pleasure of her tears. Her breathing became irregular as she gently stroked the smooth mound and soft flesh of Mistress's labia with her nose. The feel of Mistress's soft, puffy flesh warmed Mesu's pussy with hot, silky juices. Master gently pulled Mesu back and slipped another slice of strawberry upon her tongue.

"Good girl. Master and Mistress are pleased. Very pleased." His soft tone wet her even more.

Comforting soft tones turned to steely demands.

"Now Bitch, I'm going to spread Mistress's pussy. It will be a good bitch for Master and touch its nose to Mistress's clit and breathe her scent... deep and slow."

Mesu dropped her head to the floor, whimpering with humiliation. She dug her nails into the fibers of the carpet, expressing her defiance and tainting her compliance to his demand. Raising her head begrudgingly, she touched the tip of her nose to Mistress's spread pussy, breathing deep and slow, as commanded. Mistress's tantalizing aroma awakened every erotic fiber within Mesu and her cunt seized again and again, climaxing repeatedly. Without resistance or thought, Mesu eagerly opened her legs wider as Master's hand lovingly fondled her rounded, soft ass. He slipped his finger into her slit, penetrating deep into her pussy.

"Mmm.... my, my. I don't think I have felt a wetter whore."

She sensed Master move across the room and listened nervously to the creaking of a drawer opening and closing. A sudden, crushing pain in her hands announced his return. Mesu cried out and shook profusely as the burning stings of a cane thrashed across her ass again and again. As quickly as he unleashed his anger he ceased and was kneeling at her side, hair in hand, taut and rendering inescapable pain. Mesu coward at his feet, sobbing and shaking with fear.

He whispered, "It will savor Mistress's scent again and this time, it will show how much Mistress's fragrance excites it".

He released his grip, easing the pain with soft caressing and tender "good girl" whispers as she lay limp and sobbing at his feet.

"Nose to clit Bitch."

Once again Mesu rested her nose on Mistress's swollen pussy lips and breathed slowly and deeply, starting at the top of Mistress's clit and lowering to the bottom of her slit. Captivate by Mistress's enchanting scent, Mesu eased close, moaning soft and low, almost purring as she kissed Mistress's puffed, soft lips. Mesu leaned back delighting in the her own juices seeping from her cunt, wetting her lips.

"Oh good girl; that's a very good girl." Master's praise was enthusiastic and generous as he kissed her neck and slipped another slice of strawberry upon her tongue. Almost as sweet as the strawberry to her tongue, so were Mistress's moans to her ears.

"Now it will lick its Mistress."

All sense of pleasure immediately evaporate and her resolve renewed. Foolish man, she thought, to think he could subdue her with a few strawberries. A little kiss seemed innocent. Parting Mistress's lips with her tongue, tasting her juices, was too much.

Mesu felt herself rising.

"No, It will NOT!" Mesu screamed gritting her teeth and trying to stand. Her leash tightened, preventing her from standing. Her hands trod upon the carpeting frantically searching for the source of her anchor. Following the chain with her hands and discovering it to be lodged tightly under Master's foot, she pulled back with all her might, attempting to snatch the chain out from under him. Screaming in frustration of his relentless hold she pounded his feet with her fist and opened her mouth to bite him. A light surge of electricity surprised her and she jolted back, retreating from her protest. She laid still, quiet, taken aback at the discovery that the collar she wore was electric. A second wind refreshed her senses and anger began to fester. With great courage and fearless abandon, she spun onto her back kicking his legs. A second bolt of electricity compelled her to scurry away from him again, this time prompting her to place her feet squarely on the ground and spread her legs in submission before him as wide as she could. She lay before him, quietly, at his feet, breathing deep and hard in defeat.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry Master. Please stop... please no more! Please, I'll behave, I promise I'll do what you ask Master."

He did not speak.

Even behind the darkness of the blindfold, she could feel his hardened gaze upon her. Fear and pain subsided and tears ceased their flow. Mind reading was not required to determine that her best interest would be served by not positioning him with a need to demand her compliance. She turned squarely on all fours, lowered her head and wearily crawled between her Mistress's legs. Guided by Mistress's scent, she moved deeper between Mistress's legs. Her nose lithely touched Mistress's cunt, caressing her, traveling down her labia making small circles with the tip of her nose, tracing across the sweet spot between Mistress's pussy and ass, and circling up the other side of Mistress's labia. Mesu felt euphoric, as if floating on a cloud, lost in the serene sky. Mistress was soft and fragrant and Mesu found herself yearning to taste her.