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liltxsubby -> first writing (1/4/2005 8:06:49 PM)
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ok so i jumped off the deep end and here it is. hope A/all enjoy
She had been feeling it coming on for some time. It was like a creature struggling to be free. Everything seemed to be coming at her in an avalanche all at once. She would never be able to finish her work project and keep up with her demanding household schedule. She knew she should talk to Master, let Him ease her fears, reassure her that she was strong enough to do it all. She longed to cuddle into Him, feel His fingers stroke her hair, whisper in her ear and give her the strength that He always so willingly gave. He sensed her uneasiness, reading her actions like a book, but waiting for her to come to Him.
Alas, that never happened. She, in all her stubborn glory not wanting to bother Him, just let it fester inside. It was a downward spiral that became faster and stronger until the inevitable happened. The pent up frustrations and fears climaxed and resulted in the terrible brat beast emerging. She was home alone as Master was late from work. The TV was on but she wasn't paying it any attention. She was much too busy thinking how unfair her life was, that she had so much to do and would never accomplish it all and that everyone asked too much of her. The more she thought about it, the more she knew it wasn't her fault and everyone should just let up on her. In some back part of her mind she knew these thoughts were leading nowhere but to trouble fast, but she chose to ignore it. She decided that if Master wasn't going to be here for her, she would see to her own needs, never mind that this was and always had been strictly forbidden. She knew it was not her decision to make, but had brought herself into such a rebellious state she did not care. Perhaps there was a deep part of her that needed to rebel, and hoped to be caught so that this demon could be driven from her.
So this is where she is now. She marches herself into the bedroom in a fine fit of temper and throws off her thong, the only item of clothing permitted in the house. Falling backwards onto the bed, her hands already busy working at her nipples, moaning softly. They become hard instantly, having had much teasing recently as Master has forbidden her orgasm for nearly a week, until she overcomes the bad mood she has recently been exhibiting. The result si a much frustrated sub, now turned brat out to do whatever she pleases no matter what. Oh the rebellion is running strong, as is her arousal. She closes her eyes, and lets her fingers roam up and down her needy skin, imagining Master's fingers pinching, teasing, nipping. Her moaning soon become louder, echoing off the walls as her fingers journey to her slickened tunnel. Nipples now fully erect, hard enough to etch a pattern in glass, the merest breeze on them causing her to arch her back in ecstasy. Soon she is wild in the throes of pleasure, her fingers alternately pulling and tugging her nipples and teasing the sensitive and now very prominent nub hidden in the folds of her sex, her thighs glistening with the moisture she has created. She begins sliding her fingers in and out, in no mood for gentleness, her hips bucking, humping the air to meet her fingers. One hand busy vigorously rubbing her clit, the other thrusting 2, then 3 fingers deep and fast. She moans screams out her pleasure, completely lost in herself as the waves crash around her. Her body writhes, then floats back down as she brings her fingers to her mouth, licking her own sweet juices off them. Relaxed now, her eyes flutter open and she freezes, breath caught in her throat as she stares directly in the cold blue eyes of her Master. Her defiance is gone in an instant as she sees the look of vast disappointment and disapproval. She tires to look away, unable to face what she has done. His face is a mask of disappointment, and she knows it is all for her. Tears instantly well in her eyes. She wishes he would speak, beat her, anything but this terribly unnerving silence. Suddenly He is beside her, forcing her chin up. making her meet His eyes. He holds it for long, seemingly unending moments before he almost pushes her from Him, turning and moving away with 2 words "Don't move." His voice is too calm, too quiet and she knows it is only because He is having to control His anger at her. He leaves her there alone with her own thoughts for a long time. She wants nothing more than to go to Him, beg Him for forgiveness. Her guilt and self recrimination are eating away at her, she needs His touch, His voice, His presence but knows she does not deserve it, so she continues to wait.
Finally after what seems days and is in fact hours, He returns. Her eyes remain downcast, afraid to look at Him. Suddenly she feels is arms grabbing her ankles, pulling her down on the bed until her feet dangle over the edge. He legs are yanked apart, each tied to its respective bedpost. Her guilt is more than she can deal with and she begins to apologize, but a gag is roughly shoved between her teeth before she can even get through the word sorry. Her arms are swiftly tied above her head, restricting all movement. Before she can even begin to think, she feels a whoosh of air and then an explosion of pain as the cane is brought down on her backside. Three more times in fast succession blows rain down on her bare skin, each bringing a scream past her lips, but the sound being muffled by the gag. Just when she thinks she can take no more, it ceases. She feels Him moving around the room, the anticipation of what's next almost driving her mad. His silence adding to her uneasy feeling. Always before punishments had been swift and fast, followed by Him picking her up, talking about what had gone wrong and her heartfelt apology and promise to improve.
Her thoughts are interrupted by His hand unbuckling the gag, and the feel of His cock thrusting deep and hard into her soaked pussy. His fingers run up and down the welts left by the cane, causing her to jump in a mix of pain and pleasure, giving herself freely to Him. He takes her fast and hard, thrusting into her with abandon until he finds release, purposely bringing her close and then pulling out just as he feels he body tremor, the telltale sign of an approaching orgasm, His seed landing in a warm pool on her striped ass. She dare not beg for release, knowing she has not earned such a favor from Him, that she took it for herself greedily and sobs loudly, completely emotionally spent.
He releases the ropes that had held her so tightly to the bed, cleans her and pulls her to Him gently. She looks up to Him as a kiss is placed on her forehead. "Let it go, girl, it's forgiven, and will not happen again." She nods, promising them both that indeed it will not as she curls into Him, at last at peace.
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