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catie -> Fetch the Strap; M/s; First story (7/16/2005 9:20:34 PM)
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A girl kneels on the floor, bend at the waist, wrists crossed in front of her. The shadow of her Master sweeps over her. She trembles as she feels the touch of the knife, parting her dress down her back. The thin linen falls like warm butter from the knife, leaving her naked, crouched. "To the bed, girl". "Yes Master", she whispers, and backs away on her knees, turns, quickly flies up the stairs. She flings herself face down on the bed, hiding her face in the pillows, pulling up the sheet close around her. A girl feels lost, anxious. She tries to contain herself, but cannot keep from grinding her hips into the bedcovers. Her hands grasp the bedposts, her knuckles turn white. She was not given permission to touch herself, sullenly, she obeys.
A girl opens her eyes wide and cries out. A hard slap has awakened her. She feels her Master sitting next to her, on the bed. She tries to rise, half turning, but a hand in her lower back presses her to the bed. She tenses, rolling herself more tightly into the sheets. "Was the girl asleep?" The girl quickly shakes her head, "No Master." Another smack on her ass, barely tempered by the sheet covering her. Blushing, ashamed, the girl presses her face in the pillow. Another smack. And another. "Yes Master", she whimpers. Masters weight leaves the bed; the girl presses her legs together tightly, not wanting to betray her need. "You know better than to cover yourself, girl." Suddenly angry, the girl grabs the ends of the sheet and twists it around her, covering herself up to her neck. Behind her, she hears the Masters intake of breath, not pleased. She clenches her teeth and determines she will fight. Masters hands lift the sheet at the foot of the bed and softly tickles the soles of her feet. The girl cries out and then kicks out viciously. "Little witch!" She has kicked him, harder than she meant to. But now it is too late. She has fought. "Fetch me the strap, girl." The girl turns, scrambles, pulls her knees up to her chin and presses against the headboard of the bed, looking at her Master, fear in her eyes. She meets only hardness in His eyes. Shuddering, she slips out from beneath the sheet and drops to the floor on all fours.
The strap lies at the foot of the bed. To fetch it the girl must move within Masters range. She cringes back. Master grunts at her, irritated, impatient. She crawls slowly now, head down, arms inching along the floor and picks up the strap in her right hand. It is made of leather, doubled, sown together at the handle. It is sturdy and smell of leather. The girl likes the smell. Then she cries out, her head jerked back in pain, as her Master pulls back on her hair. "How does a slave carry a strap?", he hisses at her. She cowers, eyes closed, face distorted in pain. "In her mouth, Master!" She falls to the floor, released, and softly bites on the strap, lifting herself to nadu, presenting the strap to her Masters hand. "Up." His hands guide her over the foot of the bed, she is on tip toe, presenting herself for the strap. She shudders and closes her eyes, holding fast to the bed frame. Master walks back and forth behind her, carelessly caressing her. She senses his impatience and holds very still, frightened of punishment. He comes to stand behind her, the strap in his left hand grazing her thigh, his right hand reaching between her legs."Oh!", she lifts herself to his touch, feeling the heat spread instantly. "Be quiet, girl." She hangs her head and whispers "Yes Master." His hand smacks her ass, hard. "I said, be quiet." The girl bites her lip, does not cry out, spreads her legs to his touch, arches her back further, wanting him, showing him her need. She cringes as the leather of the strap softly caresses her back, her ass, the back of her legs. "What are you, girl?". The girl whispers, "A slave, Master." "And what is required of you, girl?" "Absolute obedience, Master." Her Masters hand caresses her softly, finding her wet, one of his fingers enters her roughly, she cries out. "You are not allowed to cover yourself, my little slavegirl, you know that." He pushes two fingers into her, making her squirm "Don't you?". She wriggles on his fingers, pushing her hips back, eager for more, "yes Master." "Hmmm, it seems I must punish you." Master takes a step back, taking his fingers from her. The girl cries out softly, disappointed, pushing back her hips for his touch. "What does a girl want?"
"Girl begs to be used Master, please! Please take me!", the girl writhes, bent over, eager. The leather strap grazes her ass, she trembles, knowing full well she has deserved a beating. Girl peeks trough her lashes, seeing Master upside down from between her legs, as she is bent over. He pulls the strap through his left hand, prepares to raise it. The girl closes her eyes and grits her teeth. "Sula."
Taken offguard, the girl quickly rises and scrambles onto the bed, lies on her back, spreads her legs, presses her palms open into the bed. She closes her eyes and breathes out slowly, feeling the love for her Master spread through her. He will not strap her! In an instant he is above her, pushing her knees out. A large hand presses on her mouth. "There are other ways of punishing a wayward little slave", he hisses in her ear. He enters her, roughly. She cries out against his hand, but her head is presses into the bed. "You will not cover yourself for me, little one." She tries to nod, looking helplessly into his eyes. Master takes her hard and the girl rises her hips to meet his thrusts, need shining from her eyes. His right hand cruelly twists a nipple, then the other one. She tosses, tries to free her mouth from his hand, but he slaps her breast, making her mind him. She raises her hand to caress his shoulders, Master frowns at her, the girl quickly lifts her arms above her head and crosses her wrists. His hand leaves her mouth and closes over her wrists. His right hand pulls up her left leg, spreading her wide for him. "Scream for me, girl", he commands her, as he slams into her. She tilts her head back, feeling taken, owned, moans as the heat spreads through her body. She clings to him, opening to him, and screams. Master smiles down at her, feeling her release, her submission. He quickly covers her mouth again and uses her, hard, for his own pleasure. Minutes later, panting, she lies in his arms, covering his shoulder with kisses. He presses a kiss on her forehead and commands her softly...."Fetch me the strap, girl."
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