The Taking of Heather

“Thank you, Master, “ Heather muttered as she moved her mouth over his warm shaft, until her tongue found the end. Placing her hands on his thighs, she took his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as her head moved lower. She took all of him in her mouth and suckled his manhood as a child would suckle for their sustenance. Then, slowly, she drew back.

David sighed at the feeling of her hot, moist mouth covering his dick. He placed his hands in her hair and guided her in a deliberately relaxed rhythm. Heather moaned, her mouth stuffed full of him. His cock was his gift to her and taking him in her mouth was a privilege she longed for on lonely nights and gloried in when they were together.

David pulled her head backward and took her face from his groin. As much as he wanted her to suck him off, he had other plans for her first. She mustn’t be too eager for his orgasm.

“Thank you, Master, “ Heather whispered, wanting to show how sincerely grateful and honored she felt for having been permitted to have him in her mouth, but not capable of saying anything other than those three words.

He took her face in his hands again and spoke. His voice was strong and clear. His tone decisive.

“Sub-heather, I am going to do some sensation play with you, now. You must answer my questions and remember how this feels as you will be required to identify these things in the future.”

“Yes, Master.” Heather immediately felt anxious. She knew her cognitive and verbal skills were limited when she was submitting to him. Her mind was whirling with concern that she wouldn’t be able to complete this task, now or “in the future.” She inhaled deeply and decided she could only do her very best for him.

Heather listened attentively as she heard him move about the room. She listened as she heard a thud, followed by the rustle of clothing. She knew he was naked. Her pussy immediately became wet and her body shuddered. Her hands remained at her sides and her head was lowered while her body took a course of it’s own. . Soon, she sensed his presence beside her. David grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Heather forward so that her face was in the sofa cushion and her ass was propped over the edge of the seat.

“Tell me how this smells,” David said as he placed something beneath her nostrils.

“Leather,” was her response. In as much as the soft material in front of her face smelled like leather, it also had a sweeter aroma than leather. She could not put this thought into words as she had drifted further than ever before.

“How does it feel?” She felt pieces of this sweet leather softly caress her chest and shoulders. Heather hesitated to respond, trying to shape her lips around the words she wished to speak.

“Very soft, Master,” Heather replied slowly as David slid the pieces of fabric over her back and down across her ass. Tendrils of the soft material slipped between her ass cheeks encouraging her to press her ass toward the object. David pulled the object from her body. There was only silence for several very long seconds.

Then, she felt the fabric strike her upon the shoulders. Several times, he lifted and dropped the talons upon her back.

“Tell me how this feels to you.” Heather felt very unsure of her response as she struggled to find a word that would describe the soft fabric swatting her back. There was no pain, no sting as she was accustomed to with the riding crop or strap. Again, she forced herself to speak when her mind resisted.

“Tickles, Master.” Heather hung her head lower, afraid that this was not the correct answer.

“Remember this, sub-Heather. It is doe hide.” She mouthed the words silently to herself several times in hopes that she would, indeed remember.

The doe hide flogger slapped her back with more intensity. Still, there was not sharp pain, but a more pleasant warmth building underneath the tails as well as between her legs. The flogger crossed over her neck, lightly and over her arms and ass. As David explored her body with the flogger, Heather began moaning. The pressure of the flogger was relaxing while arousing and again, she could feel wetness escaping from her warm pussy.

Heather’s head swayed in rhythm with the flogger. Her body shuddered.

“You aren’t going to cum, are you? “ She heard biting words through the haze of her subspace.

“Nooooo, Master, “ Heather moaned.

Several more swats with the doe hide and David stopped. David looked at Heather as he retrieved the next item for their play. He knew she was lost now, not to him, but to herself. He had absolute control over his lovely submissive. She appeared relaxed, almost in a trance like state. While his Dominance impacted her in such a manner, rendering her helpless, it gave him a surge of energy that fueled his drive to take control of his submissive and enjoy every moment of the power exchange in it’s purity and completeness.

A part of him wanted to use her harshly, just because he could. He would like to exert his full control without hesitation, but knew that that would be irresponsible. He would not and could not hurt her, even though, in her current state, she would welcome anything he chose for her. The power he had taken from her wasn’t only with regard to force and his more base needs. He also enjoyed controlling her pleasure, as well as her pain. There would be time for everything, someday. For now, it was her pleasure and her pleasure at serving that he chose to manipulate, toy with and use.

He grasped the handle of the next item and slipped the end under her nose.

“What does this smell like?” He asked.

“Leather,” was her response. Without question, this was leather. She breathed in the scent of the material, as she would inhale the scent of a rose. David held the object to her mouth. Heather placed her tongue on it, moaning over the musky taste of the rough side and then slid her tongue over to the smooth side. Taking it between her lips, she pursed them, allowing her spit to mingle with the leather creating a unique and arousing flavor.

“How does it feel?”

The tendrils caressed her shoulders, sending shivers through her body.

“Cool,” she muttered.

Again, he began striking her softly at first, then increasing the pressure. She gasped at the first of a series of harsh swats.

“How does it feel?”

“It stings, Master,” Heather said and then added, “…nicely.” Afraid he would stop torturing her senses, she wanted to make sure he knew she was enjoying the pain. Her body tingled wherever the tines of the flogger and her hips began moving slightly, responding of their own volition.

All too soon, there was silence. Heather felt confused; afraid she had done something wrong to make him stop the exquisite torture of her senses. Breaking one of his rules, she spoke without being spoken to.

“Please, Master,” her voice trembled. “Please, may I have some more?”

She couldn’t see his smile at his slave’s request. But, smile, he did. She might deny it, but she was quickly becoming a pain slut, his pain slut. And while he didn’t need to inflict pain to exert the control he had over her mind and body, that she would welcome it, opened the door to many more possibilities.

David clenched the handle of the flogger in his hand, feeling the energy of his Dominance course through his arm and hand into the handle of the flogger.

Without warning, he struck her with the flogger. It was harsh and left a beautiful red mark on her back. This was followed by another and another. He worked his way down her back to her ass while her head lolled on her shoulders, her moans becoming louder with each swat.

He drew back to take her ass with the flogger and began beating her ass. Soon, her virgin ass cheeks wore to bright red circles of heat.

“Spread your legs, “ he barked. She did, without realizing it.

He held the flogger above her bottom, perpendicular to the floor and swatted the crevice where her legs met. The ends of the tails struck her pussy and clit. Heather flinched and groaned. Another stroke and her pussy throbbed with the sting. Yet, David delivered another stroke, with more intensity and Heather felt she might cry out with the pain.

With each swat to her pussy, her body tried to resist or soften the blows. However, when David slipped his fingers between her labia, she was dripping. He body trembled uncontrollably with need. Her mind embraced the pain, her body seeking release.

Again, she felt the sharp sting of the flogger on her mound.

“Ohhhhh,” she cried out. Uncertain whether her cry was from arousal or pain, she let her head sink to her chest.

One final swat and she collapsed on the couch, her body trembling, and her mind reeling. David caressed her full main of hair gently and whispered words of comfort in her ear. His hand moved over her back as he helped her to her knees and held her.

“Do I please you, Master?” Heather voiced her the only thought her mind could grasp.

“Yes, you please me,” David whispered and held her close. She remained in his embrace until her body stopped shaking. David removed the blindfold and guided her from her knees to lie on the couch, once again. She lay on the couch, seemingly listless, but watching his movements as a lazy cat might.

David leaned over the end of the couch and began touching her clit. His hand slipped between her legs and was saturated in her juices. Inserting first one finger, then another, he began pumping his hand against her crotch. She moaned, pressing her hips against his hand. Slowly, he added a third finger, twisting his hand as he finger fucked her. She heard the rich timbre of his voice through the fog that clouded her mind, but could not understand what he was saying.

With another finger, her body began feeling full. He pressed his hand further inside her until he met resistance. She pushed her pussy upon his hand, hoping he would fill her completely. Again, he withdrew and thrust, slowly, twisting his hand against the barrier that blocked his hand. Again, she pushed, this time, raising her legs to spread her pelvis for better entrance.

David removed his hand, pressing all four fingers and his thumb together in a conical shape. He slowly pushed his hand inside her as far as he could. The wall of her pelvis provided resistance and he withdrew. Twisting and pressing once again, he filled her pussy with his hand, but could not breach the barrier.

Heather drew her legs up, bending her knees and grabbing her calves.

“Don’t’ stop,” she whispered as he slowly pressed against the bone structure that blocked entrance. She felt jolts of pain as he pressed his hand through the wall. David’s hand was swallowed by her womanhood. Immediately, she began to groan and growl as though she were a wild animal. He fucked her with his fist, slowly, feeling the muscles of her canal clenching his hand up to his wrist. The unintelligible sounds she was making crescendoed with each thrust and twist. Her head thrashed on the pillow and her fingernails bit into her calves as she held her legs high and wide for him. It was evident that she could not wait much longer.

“Cum!” he shouted. “Cum, now!”

Immediately, her entire body quaked with the power of the orgasm, her pussy grasping his hand as he fist fucked her in a fury of thrusts. She came violently; shouting while her fluids escaped her pussy, coating his hand and arm. Wave, upon wave of the orgasm consumed her. She cried out to God and Master as her body convulsed spewing her juices upon her Master. Finally, she could cum no more. She lay on the couch, shaking and moaning, exhausted physically while her mind was completely blank. For her, the world became black as she fainted.

David let her lie there for a few moments, reveling in the sight of her, spent and used by him to the point of nothingness. His cock was stiff as though the energy created by the power he held over her had found it’s way to his shaft. He throbbed with need and felt a tightening in his balls. It was time.

He leaned over Heather, touching her face. She stirred and opened her eyes. Realizing what had just happened, her bottom lip trembled. She felt she might cry.

“Are you happy with me, Master?” she stifled a sob. How could she have let herself go and not think of his pleasure? What they had just shared was terribly intense, but moved beyond the scope of what she had experienced as a submissive.

“Yes, sub-Heather. Now it is time to show you how pleased I am with you, “ he said in a gruff voice, husky with arousal. Heather nodded as he helped her to a sitting position. David guided her to her knees at the edge of the couch and sat with his legs spread around her body.

“Go ahead,” he said.

Heather grasped the base of his cock, clenching and releasing it as her mouth covered the tip. Briefly, she rested with her mouth on his member; enjoying the privilege he gave her with her reward. Slowly, she concentrated on bringing him pleasure with her mouth. She pressed her lips around his shaft and sucked firmly as she took him into her mouth until the head bumped into the back of her throat. She withdrew slowly and went down on him again. He filled her mouth, and pressed against her throat.

With her hot mouth on his dick, he relaxed a bit. Lying back on the sofa he enjoyed her ministrations without thought for her well-being or his own. He knew she would serve him well. He watched her suck his cock with fervor. David reached for the flogger and began striking her lightly about the head, neck and back as her head bobbed at his waist. His balls began to tighten, as he felt nearly ready to cum. He grasped her hair in one hand and pressed her face against him, setting a quicker rhythm. God! He needed release. David grabbed Heather’s head and pulled it from his cock.

“I am going to cum on your face,” he said through clenched teeth.

David moved her from between his legs and stood up. Then, he thrust his cock into her face, grabbing her hair; he fucked her face as though it were a hooker’s pussy. She sucked and pressed her tongue against his shaft trying to add as much to his pleasure as possible. Her hand reached for his balls and fondled them. They were tense to the touch and she knew he would cum soon.

David pulled her head from his dick quite suddenly.

“Jerk it!” David exclaimed in a commanding voice.

Heather took David’s cock in a tight grasp and began stroking it. She held it over her face and kept her mouth open in hopes of catching a taste of him. He groaned loudly and sprayed his jism over her face. Cum coated her eyes, cheeks and mouth. She swallowed the salty substance, savoring his taste. Heather continued stroking vigorously and guided his dick to spray fluid over her nose and forehead.

Finally, he drew back. His breathing was erratic and he moaned softly. Heather touched the thick fluid on her face and slipped her wet fingertip in her mouth. David moved to the couch where he collapsed. He touched her gently.

“Go get cleaned up, “ he ordered. Heather went into the bathroom and gave herself a sponge bath. Her pussy ached from his attention and she smiled. The tepid water helped her to regain her bearings. Ten minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom in a clean nightgown, smelling of fresh soap. Her mind was still encased in a blur of subspace, but she was in tune with her surroundings and was well on her way to putting her submissive self to rest, for the time being. She smiled at David as he finished fastening his belt.

He sat on the edge of the love seat and pointed toward the floor between his legs. She approached him and sat between his legs, clutching one leg as he caressed her hair. David talked with her, asking her how she felt and what she was thinking.

“Are you really pleased with me?” Heather asked, uncertainty ringing in her voice. Even returning to her “vanilla self” she was focused on his pleasure.

“Yes, I am pleased“ David replied, “ The neighbors may not be so pleased with the noise!” His eyes twinkled as he remembered her shouting, knowing full well she wasn’t aware of how loud her cries had been.

Heather blushed with embarrassment. The two were silent for a few moments, sharing the intimate moment in the aftermath of the scene. Then, Heather came to a realization that she needed to share with David. It was here, at his feet that she felt a real sense of belonging, peace and comfort.

“I think I found my place, Master,” she said, here eyes down cast. David smiled.