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NMSilverFox -> Period (11/6/2004 7:01:18 AM)
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Period
Naked and alone, he waits. She will come when she wishes. He will lovelingly and humbly respond.On his knees, legs spread, head lowered, facing the door, he waits. She soon will return from work. She may be upset, or excited. It does not matter. For she herself is his reward. Her pleasure commands him. Her anger compels him. He is both humbled and happy at her collar. That, and the penile restraint helps to remind him of what he is. Her possession.
The day has long since grown dark. She would normaly be home by now. Still he waits. Why? For She is his patience. His world. She is his joy to worship. When she comes in he will be here. Humble, quiet, willing. She may be tired. Or she may bring a friend. No matter. She has made him her, butler, housekeeper, valet, cook, and slave.
His entire world exists between the walls of her house. The only clothes he has are the ones she has him wear. Those are mostly what he now has on. Once in a while she will have him escourt her to the store or even a social event. Even then her collar and leash are in full view. Which are all he wears now.
There is a sound at the door. His mind races for an instant then, as the door opens, all within him is quiet. She is home. Without speaking she moves toward him. He bends to lick the toe of her lovely leather boot. His expected greeting. She seems agitated. Then it strikes him. It is her time. The time all women have. A small node of fear begins to find its way to his throat. That and anticipation for the ways she will make him suffer this night. The possibility of sex has evaporated. This night she will use him. Because of her bodys change. She needs to have him grovel. And grovel he will. It begins when she grasps his leash and drags him to his feet.
The ache of her body is fervent in her eyes. "Get me a drink and prepare my bath."
He knows his place, he is quiet and submissive. Even more than usual because of the her season. In more normal circumstances he is able to lightly banter and even joke occasionally. Now however he is keenly aware that she needs him to be as he is. Once the bath is drawn, with the proper emolients and oils, he undresses her. He then prepares her for the bath. She especially has him tend to her womb. Removing and disposing the tampon. He then gently kisses her clitoris in homage. She allows him a moment of brief worship to her feet upon completion. On a whim she firmly installs his ball gag. "Tonight I want silence."
She steps into the bath. A deep sigh is released from her as she reclines into the steaming soothing water. Kneeling he waits as she lay quietly for some minutes, her eyes closed. Her hand reaches up and graspes his head by the hair in the back and draws him down. Quietly, yet filled with tension she speaks. Their faces so close they nearly touch. "I know that you are trying very hard to please me. That will not help you today. IT IS IMPOSSIBLE. Your very existance is reason for punishment. Now you will bathe me." She tosses his head aside and again closes her eyes.
He carefully washes her body and hair. Ever carefull to not disturb her. As he washes, he also massages her neck, back and legs. To him this is not an act of submission. It, as all others is an act of love and deep devotion. The fact that she owns him is the defining factor in their relationship. Though they are not married in the "normal" sense. He is as devoted as any husband could be, and more. She has required, and he has accepted her total possession of him. Everything that comes to him from her hand is a gift. His ability to serve her is also a gift from her hand. This is his glory and his joy.
Once the bath is done she rises and he gently towels her body. She sits at the vanity and he dries her hair. At one point while brushing her hair she explodes. "You idiot! I love you boy, but you must not defy me. You brushed my hair in the wrong direction." The hair brush is ripped from his hand and she commands him to turn round, spread his legs and bend over. To this he quickly complies. She lays into him violently with the bristles of the brush. Flailing over his ass and his inner thighs. Occasionally she strikes his balls, causing him to whelp like a puppy. This continues till she is satisfied by the appropriate texture.
Pulling him upright she rips off the gag as tears course down his cheeks. "WHAT!" She demands.
Unable to stanch the emotion in his throat he stammers. "Thank you Mistress, I deserved that. Please continue..."
"No you've done enough. Get up!" She quickly rises and grasps his leash. He is escourted to his cell.
His "cell" consists of a small walk-in closet. There are fetters that hang from the ceiling and the walls. As well as chains that protrude from the floor in strategic places. The gag is replaced and she installs a large plug in his rectum. It has the unusual feature of an electrical cord and multi speed switch which allows continous motion and vibration. His wrists are fastened above his head. His feet are spread apart and fettered. Weighted clamps are fastened to his nipples. More clips are attached to the tip of his penis. Even more, covering his scrotum. She even adds some to his armpits. She finalizes his bondage with a blindfold.
Begining to lightly laugh with a sardonic tone she brings him to as much of an erection as his chastity device will allow. The pain is begining to affect him in the desired manner. He groans uncontrollably.
"Get used to it slave. I have to go through these aches and cramps every month. This is to comfort me. In that I know that I don't go through it alone. I'm going to go out for the evening. Have a nice time.. "She kisses his cheek softly. With a final gesture she turns the plug on high and closes the door. He is submursed in darkness and torture. Hearing her leave the house. He begins to mearly endure. Sleep will not come this night. Pain is to be his only companion. Again.... her gift.
~fini~
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