The Journey Ch. 03

Looking down on her, he hesitates a moment before turning back and proceeding back to the bathroom, finishing dropping the various bottles and other toiletries into the bag. Taking one last look about, he looks for anything he may have missed.

Laying against the bed, her arms tied above her head against the head board, legs tied spread eagle at the foot of the bed, she continues whimpering softly, her tears having ceased, just a soft sniffle every now and then. She looks up to him as she hears him returning from the bathroom, watching as he drops the bag down to the floor beside the suitcase.

Sitting down beside her, he runs a hand the length of her body, his eyes memorizing each curve, each plain of her.

Lifting his eyes to hers, his voice soft as he inquires, “feeling a little better, pet?”

Her eyes are wide, having turned a deep emerald green from her tears, she replies to him, her head nodding slightly, “yes.”

Smiling, he stands, his eyes scanning over her, “you will learn very quickly what is expected from you. You can either make this journey an adventure or you can make this as difficult as you want. The choice is yours how you make the journey, but listen well…this journey you will take and the destination will be the same regardless of the path you decide.”

Leaning down his face close to her, his hand gently gripping her chin, he continues speaking, the words low, “I will take you and I will have you for as long as it pleases me, make no mistake about that, lil one.”

Hearing her intake of breath, he smiles, his lips taking her, parting her soft lips with his tongue as kisses her fiercely, his lips ravishing her.

Pulling away from her, he runs a finger along her jaw, smiling softly as he sees her slide the tip of her tongue against her bottom lip, her lips swollen from the intense kiss. He stands, moving down to her feet, untying the knots holding her, his hands running slowly up the inside of her leg, up to her inner thigh before moving to untie the other leg.

She bites her lip, trying to stay still, commanding her body to remain numb, unresponsive to his touch, but failing miserably. He looks up, seeing the warring emotions running over her facial features, smiling to himself.

Slowly he moves to the head of the bed, a callused finger trailing over her curves, stopping to circle one rosy nipple as he again speaks, “I am unbinding you so we can be on our way. Are you going to fight me?”

Looking up to him, her eyes wide, panic showing clearly in the expressive depths, “where are you taking me, I don’t even know you or your name?”

Smiling to her, he answers her questions, “I told you lil one, I am taking you on a journey and you will know me very well soon enough. As for my name, you will address me as ‘Master’. Nothing more, nothing less. That is all you need to know at this time, pet.”

Too tired to think, let alone fight him any longer, she simply nods her voice soft, “yes.”

Looking to her, his voice firm, “you will address me as Master at any time I allow you to speak…understand slut?”

She responds softly, “yes Master” her body tingling as the words are uttered from her mouth, shaking her to the core of her being.

Smiling, he nods to her, working the bonds loose holding her wrists, gently massaging the tender flesh as he removes the ropes, turning each wrist over in turn, pressing a soft kiss to her pulse points.

Standing he slips one arm behind her head, the other under her knees, picking her up, pressing her close to him. The weight of her barely noticeable as he carries her into the bathroom, letting her legs drop in the shower, holding her there.

He quickly removes his clothes stepping in with her, turning the water on, the warm crystal water pouring over their bodies. He takes up a sponge, lathering it and proceeds to gently scrub each inch of her, paying special attention to her most erogenous zones. The soapsuds making her silky skin slick, his fingers gently massaging each nipple, gently twisting, making them stand taut. A soft moan escaping her with his administrations, hearing this he slides his hands down each side of her to the apex between her thighs. One hand sliding through to the core of her, gently, almost sensually cleaning, softly scrubbing her clean. Her thighs parting involuntarily, her head tilting back as she loses herself to the sensations.

Rinsing the suds from her, her turns her around, squirting a small amount of shampoo into his hand, working it into her long mane of hair, his fingertips massaging her scalp, working the luxurious foam throughout the length of her tresses. Taking the hand held showerhead he methodically starts rinsing the suds, lifting the heavy mass as the water streams, the suds running down her arched back.

Confident that her hair is squeaky clean, he places one hand on her belly, slowly pushing her back so that she is bent at the waist, her heart shaped ass facing him. Soaping his hands again, he slowly pushes a finger against her rosebud, pushing against the virgin hole, slowly working the tip of his finger against her. She whimpers softly, her back arching as she feels him trying to invade her where no other man has.

Talking in soft muted tones, his hand slowly running up and down her back as he continues to press the finger against the tight entrance, feeling her body slowly starting to relax. He continues pushing, finally the first knuckle of his finger disappearing inside her, he holds it there, allowing her to become accustomed to the feel, his hand still sliding over her back, his voice in gentle soothing tones, telling her to relax. He keeps gently pushing, drawing the finger back and forth, gaining a little more entrance as she continues to relax.

Finally, he slides his whole finger in, feeling her muscles clench tightly as he holds it there for a moment, allowing her to relax a bit more. Slowly he thrusts his finger in and out, increasing the pace as he hears her breathing become erratic. He slides out from her, reaching to a bottle and tube, slowly inserting the tube in her ass, pushing warm water into her. He feels her tense as soon as the water is pressed into her, he continues speaking to her in soft tones, telling her that she is being cleaned both inside and out.

Feeling that she has enough of the warm water inside her, he withdraws the tube, replacing it with his finger once again, holding the water inside her. His finger remains deep inside her as he reaches his other hand to her, his thumb and forefinger gently rolling her clit, lightly pinching it, feeling it become engorged. The water streaming over them, rinsing any remaining suds from her.

Removing his finger, he gently pushes her in the direction of the toilet, his tones soft but authoritative as he tells her to expel the water from inside her. He remains under the warm waterfall of water, quickly scrubbing himself, giving her a few minutes of privacy this one time.

Turning to look at her, he stretches his hand out to her, bringing back under the water to finish her bathing. He leaves her standing under the water as he gets out, quickly toweling himself off. Then reaching for a fresh bath sheet, pulling her gently to him, raising her arms as he pats her skin dry, working from top to bottom, covering each inch of her as he dries her. Leaving her hair for last as he tenderly works the snarls from her hair, taking long slow strokes of the comb, patting the water left dripping.

He leads her back into the bedroom, setting her down on the edge of the bed, lifting each well-toned leg as he smoothes lotion over the silky skin. Slowly massaging it in, working his fingers over her from the tip of her painted toes to the insides of her upper thighs. Squeezing more lotion into his hand, he rubs it in between the palms of his hands, warming it with his body heat before moving to her. Again, he smoothes the lotion over her, covering each curve, each hill and valley on her perfect form. His hands gently cupping her breasts, slowly massaging the lotion in, her nipples standing erect against his palm. Her body relaxed, pliable in his hands, soft mewling sounds escaping her gently parted lips as she succumbs to his attentions.

Rising, he retrieves a gauzy sundress along with a pair of strappy sandals that he had set aside. Moving back to her he slips the sandals over her feet, securing them before slipping the dress over her head, letting it fall over her.

She looks up to him, her voice soft and husky, inquiring, “what about a bra, Master?”

Smiling, hearing her use of Master, he responds “not today, I want you as natural as possible…no panties, no bra, nothing to shield you from me, lil one.”

Nodding softly, she responds, “yes Master”.

The feeling of letting him take control, feeling so secure, her body never feeling as relaxed as it is now, her mind flowing with her body with no disputes.

Taking her hands in his, he pulls up to a standing position from the bed, leading her to the dresser drawers, gently pushing her to lean over. She glances over her shoulder, wondering what he is doing, hearing him fumbling with something. Lifting the hem of her dress over her hips, he gently pulls the two firm globes apart, his boot kicking her legs wider. She gasps, feeling something cold against her rose bud and then a pressure.

He talks to her softly; telling her he is starting her anal training and what she is feeling is a small butt plug. All the while he is speaking to her, he is continuing to apply steady pressure, easing the lubed plug against her tight hole.

“You will wear this until we come to our destination and then it will be removed, once you have become accustomed to this size, I will gradually increase each size until you are sufficiently trained to receive me. Do you understand lil one?”

Her head nodding slightly, she whispers, “yes Master” feeling the pressure against her, trying to relax as much as possible.

Smiling as he hears her, he gently pushes the rest of the plug inside, talking to her softly as he feels her tense. “You need to hold this with your muscles, keeping it inside you. If you push it out or let it slide out, I will be very upset, understand pet?”

Again, she softly responds, “yes Master.”

Dropping the dress back down, he takes her hand, again leading her back to the bed. “I am going to take your things down to the car, grab a few more things and then we will be on our way.”

Looking at her, her lifts her chin, cradling it in the palm of his hand, her grip slowly tightening as he goes on, “I know that you are scared, unsure of things, but now that I have you, I will never let you go. Don’t repeat what you tried to do early, you will never escape me and your punishment will be more severe if you attempt anything like that again. Do I make myself clear?”

Her eyes wide, lost in his, she slowly nods, her voice barely above a whisper, “yes Master.”

Smiling down to her, her kisses her, pressing her tightly against his hard chest, his lips gentle but relentless against her, taking her breath. Her breath ragged after he releases her, her heart pounding madly as she watches him turn and leave with the bags.

He quickly makes his way down to the car, arranging the bags in the trunk and then going back into her apartment, gathering up a few other items and taking them back to the car. Finally satisfied he has gotten everything needed; he goes back to her. Finding her sitting exactly where he had left her, a soft aura surrounding her. He leans against the doorway, watching her a few moments before going to her, taking her hand and leading her down to the car.

Opening the door for her, he assists her getting into the car, his hands holding the hem of her skirt up as she sits down against the cool leather interior.

Looking up to him as she feels the leather against her bare skin, he answers her unspoken question, “you will always raise your skirt or dress when sitting down, your knees will be held slightly apart, your hands resting with your palms facing up, your lips slightly parted. I will expect this done each and every time now that I have told you what I expect, if not you will be punished, understand pet?”

Looking up to him, confusion showing in her eyes, she nods slightly, her voice holding a questioning tone “yes Master.”

Not able to contain her question, she blurts out, “what is the purpose Master?”

Smiling softly, knowing her curiosity is getting the best of her, he responds, “the manner in which you will be seated will give me full access to you at all times. This will remind you at all times that I am your Master and you are my slave…nothing will be withheld from me, lil one.”

Closing the car door firmly, he slips into the driver’s seat, the engine roaring as the car speeds off.