My Reward Ch. 03

It was two weeks since I'd been with him and my whole world had been turned upside down. All I could think about, from the moment I awoke each day to the second I fell asleep at night was how incredible being with him had been, and how I longed for a chance to be with him again. He had made me feel like a possession – a treasured pet to be adored and yet to be disciplined and controlled. I felt like more of a woman that I'd ever felt in my life. I still felt excited when I thought of the way he'd put me on display and lovingly shaved my pussy, then tied me up and brought me to an earth-shattering climax. And yet I liked that I had been so submissive, and that he'd been pleased with my efforts. If what I did pleased him then I needed no other gratification to please myself. But gratify me, he did. Like no other ever had. I was at a loss to know how a man could understand a woman's body so fully. I knew that when he called me, I would do anything he said, without question.

Finally his call came when I was at work one day. I was deep in thought as I wrote a report. The figures weren't adding up correctly, and I was just re-entering them when the phone rang. I neglected to check the call number display, and was chilled when I heard his voice at the other end.

"Are you ready to serve me again, my little ingenue?" he said. My mouth dropped open, my breath quickened and I'm sure my pupils dilated immediately. I crossed my legs under my desk, a pathetic attempt at controlling the heat that was already beginning to burn between them.

"Ah..." I said, utterly struck for words.

"Answer me properly," he said. I took a moment to compose myself, then I spoke.

"Yes I am master," I replied, knowing he would be pleased with my answer.

"Excellent," he said, without a note of emotion in his voice. "You will meet me tonight. Go to Club X on Arden Street. Tell the blonde clerk you wish to collect the black cat special. Do you understand?" he asked.

"Yes master," I said, beginning to wonder already what he had in store for me.

"He will show to you a room. Put the contents of the kit on. Then wait for me."

"Yes master," I said again.

"You have some preparation to do before hand. I'm sure you'll need a trim?" he said, and I knew immediately he was referring to the regrowth covering my previously pristine pussy. "Ensure you present yourself in perfect condition. Be waiting for me no later than 8.00pm."

And with that, he hung up. My heart was racing, my snatch was pulsing and my mind was filled with ideas about what lay ahead of me that night. I continued to tap away at my keyboard in an attempt to complete my report, but I accomplished virtually nothing, and when five o'clock ticked around, I simply shut down my computer, picked up my bag and walked out.

At home in my bathroom I took out my newest razor and positioned a mirror on top of the toilet seat. I carefully began to remove the regrowth from between my legs, enjoying the gentle scrape of the razor as it dragged against the short stubble. I admired my gaping pink pussy as I worked and dreamed of what pleasures – and pain – my master would treat me too in the hours ahead. I finished the job with some scented vitamin E cream, then ran my hand over my smooth skin, being careful not to touch the delicate folds within – they were my master's now, and I only wanted his hands, lips and cock to touch them.

I went to my room and took out my best black silk stay-up stockings. I placed them on the bed along with a black lace bra. I put everything on, then dropped a black microfibre dress over the top. As I examined my image in the full-length mirror, I surveyed my posterior in the mirror again – and nodded in approval.

At seven fifteen I went to the kitchen and poured myself a shot of hennessey. I downed it in one then poured another. Clearly I was nervous and somewhat filled with trepidation. I hoped to God that my master would not allow anything dangerous to happen to me, but he had told me that I could trust him explicitly, and I intuitively knew this to be true. He had shown me thus far that I was a prized possession, and I was convinced that he would protect me as such.

At seven thirty I stepped out of a cab and walked down the steps from Arden Street into Club X. My stilettos made a clicking sound on the wooden steps as I descended, then were silenced when I place both feet on the carpeted floor of the shop. I looked around the room and observed wrack upon wrack of various toys and sex aids of all different descriptions. In the far corner was a display of accessories for bondage and discipline. My eyes lingered on the goodies there – whips, chains and what appeared to be a wrack of some sort - but then I turned and headed over to the desk. A blonde clerk was waiting there. He watched me approach, making no attempt to hide the fact that he was inspecting every square inch of my body on the way. He looked at me as if I were wearing nothing, and I was embarrassed enough to blush a hot shade of red.

"Can I help you?" he said when I placed my hands on the counter.

"I'd like to collect the black cat special," I said, jutting my breast out and tilting my chin upwards in an attempt to regain some composure. He nodded and bent down behind the counter. When he straightened again he placed a large bag on the surface, passing me the handles. He didn't bother to ask for money – I assumed my master had taken care of that detail.

"You'll want to come this way," he said, heading to the far corner of the room and behind a screen. I followed him and he directed me to a room fully lined from floor to ceiling with crushed red velvet. He shut the door behind me, and I breathed a nervous sigh to release some tension. I put the bag on the floor and looked around. There was a full length mirror on one wall, and a little white leather stool in the opposite corner. I bent to look in the bag and began to pull out its contents piece by piece: a strapless and crotchless black satin leotard; black leather wrist cuffs complete with D rings; a kitty-kat headpiece; a black leather choker, and a plain black satin blindfold. I placed the things on the stool, then removed my dress and bra dropping them into the now empty bag. I stepped into the leotard, and pulled it up over my breasts. Then I fastened each of the cuffs to my wrists, twisting the D rings to the outter side of my arms. I placed the headpiece carefully in my hair, clipped the choker around my neck and last but not least, I took out the blindfold. I paused to admire myself in the mirror – I looked sleek, sexy and alluring... I almost didn't recognize myself - then I slipped the blindfold over my head and positioned it over my eyes. I let out a long, nervous sigh.

Right then I felt a light breeze behind me and sensed that someone had stepped into the room.

"Ah, my pet," my master's voice said smoothly. "Why are you sighing? You are an exquisite little kitty-kat, and tonight I plan to make a feast of your delicious little pussy." With that he cracked the crop across the bare tops of my thighs, and I yelped in surprise. I felt him step up close behind me and snake his left arm around my waist. He rubbed his hand up and down the satin of the leotard, then ran it down my abdomen to the bare flesh between my legs.

"Mmmm," he whispered in my ear. "You've done well." His fingers stroked my freshly shaved mound of venus, then he slid a single finger into my slit and placed it ever so lightly on my moist clit. I tell out a soft moan of pleasure. He trailed his right hand up to my left breast, gently squeezed it's full roundness, then continued up to my neck where the collar was fastened. His breath was on my left ear and I felt him exhale when he opened his mouth and took my earlobe between his teeth. His bite was light as his tongue dabbed at the soft flesh. I groaned as I felt myself go weak at the knees. He took advantage of my loose body and drew my hips back against his groin, his finger all the while still on my now burning clit. I felt his penis within his pants already erect and ready for action, but he only rested himself against me and continued to nibble at my ear.

His right hand left my neck and reached for something. When it returned, I heard the sound of a click against my choker. He immediately straightened and pushed me away from him, removing both his hands. Suddenly I felt cold and a little afraid.

"Turn around," he said, and I did so, hoping that I had turned in the right direction. I felt a slight tug on the leash. "Follow me," he said, and he began to walk, I do not know where. I felt the ground under my feet turn from carpet to cement. The air turned cold and ahead of me my master began to descend a set of steps. He took my right hand and placed it on a railing. Carefully I lowered myself down each step until I was on level ground again. I felt utterly insecure, blindfolded and being lead like that. I had no idea where I was or indeed who could see me.

A door slammed and immediately I knew we were out on the street. An alleyway behind Club X, I guessed. The breeze picked up and was chill. Suddenly I realized that I was virtually naked – all of my nether regions were utterly exposed. My nipples reaffirmed this by hardening against the cold while the rest of my exposed skin went out in symphony of goose bumps.

"Master!" I said, in a pathetic whine, stopping dead in my tracks. I jerked against the leash, frightened to take another step. Without warning I felt an open palm slam against the side of my face and I realized I had done the wrong thing. My cheek throbbed with the pain as coloured lights danced before my blindfolded eyes. The leash was pulled tight and my neck was wrenched forward.

"You are mine to do with as I please!" he said, his voice harsh, his breath hot on my face. "Do you understand?" I was shocked! I felt tears well in my eyes, and I had a sneaking suspicion that I was about to pee myself with fright. But I held onto the urge and did not flinch at his verbal abuse.

"Yes, Master," I said, recovering some of my composure.

"Then do not question me again." I felt him step away, and again we were progressing forward. I stepped as carefully as I could, eager to keep up and not anger him, all the while praying I did not stumble and fall. The tension on the leash remained the same for about 15 paces, and when he stopped, I stopped as well. I heard a car door open.

"Get in," he said. He took me by the right arm, dragged me forward and placed his other hand on my head, forcing me to bend down. Inside the seat was further back in the car than usual. I guessed we were in a limousine. I sat down on the seat and slid across to the other side. I felt him sit down next to me and shut the door. The car started, and we began to drive away.

The interior of the car was warmer than it had been on the street. It helped to calm my nerves, but only slightly. Still blindfolded, I was unable to tell if he and I were alone in the car but I guessed that we were. As I turned to him on my right, I felt his body leave the seat next to me. I heard him sit again – on the other side of the car, I assumed. Surely this meant we were facing each other.

"Open your legs," he said to me without any further adieu. I complied with his command, parting my knees, allowing what I was sure was a full glimpse of my inner thighs and my freshly shaved pussy within the crotchless leotard.

"More," he said, and slowly I shifted my stilettoed feet further apart, imagining how much I must look like a complete slut from where he sat. I began to feel incredibly vulnerable, yet more than a little aroused.

"More," he said again. I hesitated for a split second and felt the tip of a crop against the inside of my right knee. It pushed gently but insistently at my knee, and I began to move my leg outwards until the light pressure ceased. Then the crop returned to my left knee and began pushing again. I moved my leg outwards again until the pushing stopped.

As I sat there in the limousine, my legs spread hopelessly wide open, denying me any sense of modesty, I felt my pussy lips gently slide apart and realized that the soft pink folds within must now be completely on display. Indeed, I felt the air around my ass, and knew that I could hide nothing from him now. I felt embarrassed, and yet delighted at my brazen display, and became aware that I was increasingly turned on at the idea that he might be pleased by the way I looked.

It was then that I felt something cold and inorganic poking at my clit. Yet I had no sense of anyone being near me – I guessed that my master was conducting a thorough inspection of his goods with the handle of the crop. He circled the plastic tip around my clit, then ran it down the left side of the left outer lips to my ass, then up the right lip. He then moved it to where my love hole lay open and on display. I felt a drop of moisture poised there, ready to run down to my ass and onto the car seat. I wanted to snap my legs shut and hide just how excited his inspection made me feel, but I resisted the temptation, knowing that the slightest movement would incur his wrath and bring certain painful retribution. I flexed my hands beside me on the seat and drew in a jagged breath of air.

That is when I felt him rub the handle tip in my own juices and thrust it deep into my snatch. I gasped at the sudden invasion, then let out a soft moan when he dragged the handle out and plunged it in again. It was more the idea of being penetrated with a foreign object that left me breathless – but I knew this was nothing compared to the pounding I desperately hoped to receive from my master and his hot hard cock later in the evening.

Right then he withdrew the crop handle and I let out a sigh. Imagine my surprise when he let it drift down to my puckered little ass and drove it past the tight exterior muscles and deep within. I couldn't help but cry out – slight though the intrusion was, it was none the less unexpected and not something I was used to.

"Ah," he said from his seat opposite me. "Not everything will be as simple as you expect tonight," he said jabbing me relentlessly with the crop handle until I began to see white behind the blindfold. Just when I thought I could no longer control my posture on the seat, he withdrew the handle again, and let out a soft laugh.

"Close your legs now," he said. "Our journey is nearly complete." I shifted my feet back together and felt the muscles on the insides on my thighs yawing with pain at being unexpectedly released from their extreme extension. The car pulled up and I heard the door being opened. My master swung from the other side of the car back to my side.

"Do exactly as I say, and you will do fine," he said to me. I felt the tension on the leash tighten again as he stepped from the car. He tugged once on the leash indicating for me to follow him. I slid across the seat and leaned forward. I felt him place his hand on my head, giving me the confidence to step out of the car and with his guidance and stand upright.

"Show me your wrists," my master said in a low, controlled tone. I brought them together in front of me and blindly offered them to him. I heard a metallic click and felt the weight of something added to my outfit. I moved to drop my hands back to my sides and realised they were now bound together by a lock fastened to my wrists bands.

I felt him take my bound hands and pull me gently forwards. He put his arms around me and drew me into a tight embrace. "Trust me little kitty-kat," he said right next to my ear. "You are safe in my hands." And with that, my fears disappeared. He released me, stepped aside and pushed me forward. I felt my knees connect with hard wood. "Raise your arms," he said, and I did as he asked. He took my wrists and fastened them to a board way above my head. "Spread your legs," he said, and I stepped my feet wide apart. He wrapped a leather strap around my right ankle first, buckling it in place, then did the same with my left ankle. He ran his hand up the full length of my leg then around to the inside of my thigh. I felt him place the flat of his hand against the crotchless gusset of the leotard. He slipped two fingers inside my dripping wet pussy and drove them deep inside my already hot and welcoming cunt.

"Oh!" I moaned, and he with drew them immediately, gripping the elastic either side of my pussy flaps and pulling it downwards. I heard a cutting sound and the tension in the leotard around my ass was released. He peeled the leotard upwards exposing my peachy little cheeks. He ran his right hand over one cheek, grabbing its fullness and squeezing it hard, then released it and did the same to the other. Then he was gone.

I must have had two, maybe three seconds to ponder what would befall me next when I felt the stinging lash of a whip against my delicate cheeks. I shouted with pain and contemplated what had just connected with my flesh – not one leather tail, but many. A cat-of-nine tails! Just as the realisation of what I was being beaten with came to me, my master started his punishment in earnest. The cat-of-nine lashed at my defenseless little buttocks again and again, scorching the skin there, setting it aflame with red welts. At first I cried out at every lick of the lash – the pain was excruciating. I began to lose myself in waves of agony, rising and rising with every relentless strike of my master's last. Again and again he applied the cat-o-nine, the burning in my buttocks turning from red hot to an almost white cold.

I began to whimper in earnest, tears soaking my blindfold as the ordeal continued. I felt my knees go weak, placing undue strain on my arms which were by then consumed with pins and needles and were almost bereft of any feeling. Yet I could hold myself up no longer. I slumped against my bindings and just as suddenly as it had began, the lashings ceased. But I could not stop myself from crying, albeit silently. I was utterly shocked at the beating my master had given me and I wondered what on earth he would expect of me next.

Then I felt his presence close by me. The restraint on my wrists was released and as I slumped he caught me in his arms and bent to release each of my ankles. My buttocks brushed against his thigh and I yelped at the pain. And even though his arms were gentle and loving, I was stunned by what he said to me next.

"What do you say to your master, slave?" he said in a commanding tone.

"I...," I stuttered. He drew his face close to my ear and whispered harshly through hot breath.

"Don't make me punish you, kitty-kat." Right then I remembered what it was he would want me to say. "What do you say now?" he asked again. I drew a breath.

"Thank you, Master," I said as tears flooded from my eyes again. And to my utter surprise I then said, "Please, can I have some more?"

How you please me, my pet," he said, his voice altogether soft and loving in comparison to the harsh tone he'd just used to extract my response. "Now stand up and show me what a proud little kitty-kat you are," he said.

He began to stand and I was forced to find my feet. My butt-cheeks were in utter agony. I could hardly feel the rest of my body, the pain from hanging, prone, was so excruciating. But I stood, as my master wished, and straightened my back, balancing without his help. My stilettos, such a stylish choice of footwear so much earlier on, were now a challenge. I wobbled on my heels as I attempted to regain some composure. The lower part of my leotard hung limply now, its elastic severed, its length no longer stretched taut over my body. My freshly shaven pussy was completely on display, as was my swollen ass, which I was convinced hosted red welts, raised and ready to split open.

"Good girl," he said, his hand stroking my hair, brushing it back over my shoulders and returning to stroke my face. I immediately felt elated, his simple acknowledgement told me that I had pleased him. Suddenly, his arms were around me and his lips were on mine. He pulled me against his body and drove his tongue deep into my mouth, and I surrendered to his passionate kiss, glad of his approval, even though I was still in pain. I almost lost myself in his kiss, but then he took his mouth away, stepped back and snapped the leash onto my choker again.