Katherine:
The morning of our fifth day dawns like a glorious flame in the sky, its scarlet
imprint heralding a change in the wind.
Today is "special", if that can be considered an operative word any longer. For
now every day is special, each new sunrise opening yet another door...a new page
in my wonderful rebirth. But somehow I know that something important is about
to happen this time...something He is unsure about...a step he hesitates to
take.
My mind wanders to the many mysteries of this room... the strangely curious
objects in the drawer, the finely crafted whips that hang in the closet, the
oddly shaped bench that dominates the room. I've wanted to ask about these
things so many times, but each time I stilled my tongue and waited. They were
His, as I was, and I was sure that at the appropriate time all would be made
known to me. It was not mine to question.
My life has changed so much in the past five days. I have insights into my own
psyche that I never dreamed of. A whole different person exists there, one that
would have died unborn if my Captain had not pulled me from the freezing water
that fateful night. The old Katherine was insecure, terrified of life and her
tentative place in it. But this new Katherine, the Captain's "Little One", sees
life as a banquet...a glorious feast to be consumed with gusto...savored over
and over...sniffed, touched, rolled around on the tongue until it is swallowed
with a pleasure that the old Katherine could have never imagined.
I owe all of this and more to my Captain, and I wake each day with my spirit
eager to become one with Him again, to experience the passionate pleasures of
the world to which He's allowed me access.
Again I feel the titillation in the air. Something is coming... I can sense
it...but what? I open my eyes to find the Captain staring down upon me, His
countenance stern, His hand hovering above the pale flesh of my breast.
Immediately I lean towards Him, my hand seeking His sex, my tongue licking the
stubble beneath His chin...tasting His pulse. This morning, for the first time,
he remains motionless. This is serious. What have I done? How can I make
amends?
Slowly he reaches for my hand, stilling my ministrations, holding me fast.
"Katherine," He begins, His breath warm upon my neck. "Today we take another
step...a stride, but I need to talk with you first."
He pauses.
"You've meant so much to me...become so much, I have to ask you about something.
When we've...enjoyed each other... I've hurt you, haven't I?"
I fall silent. How do I answer that? The pain that would have been so
unspeakable to the old Katherine was now life's blood to me. What if He
stopped...took it away from me...how could I exist! But, I respond, and
truthfully. I must. He's my Captain.
Frightened tears form in the corners of my eyes, and I nod. What will happen
now? How will He respond? Frantically I take His hand and thrust it roughly
between my thighs, pleading silently for Him to take what is now and forever
His.
Absently His finger penetrates me, but His heart isn't in it. He has other
things on his mind, more important things than my meager offering. I cringe
inside.
He continues to speak.
"When I've hurt you, Katherine, you haven't complained. Why? I need to know."
His eyes bore into me now, peering into my soul, searching for the truth.
Shaking, I lick His nipple, taking it into my mouth as I try to divert His
attention onto another topic... but He will not be dissuaded.
I sigh. "I...I was afraid you'd stop," I reply simply, "...afraid that you'd
take it away from me. I couldn't bear that. I couldn't."
He smiles now, his hand crossing my trembling belly to gently squeeze my left
nipple. "Are you telling me that you've come to enjoy it, Little One?" he
whispers, pinching my straining bud between his thumb and index finger, watching
my eyes as I wince at His intensely provocative response.
I shiver with delight, the warm erotic pain surging through me once again. I am
whole once more...I live...I live...
"Yes," I whisper, my voice hoarse with unspent passion. "I breath it in like
clear, sweet air... I taste it on my tongue...it fills my dreams...my life. The
things that You do to me, the things that we share...You won't stop, will you?"
I ask, trembling as His fingers send another shooting pain through my nipple and
deep into my belly.
He smiles. Apparently I have answered Him well. He seems satisfied, and so I
relax my posture a little and breathe a sigh of relief.
"Let's start with a shower, Katherine. I'm going to let you bathe
me...completely. Show me what you've learned, Little One, make my body hum, and
then we'll begin something new and exciting this morning. Are you ready?"
Eagerly I nod, moving quickly toward the bathroom and turning the handles in the
opulent shower full blast until the steam rises and the mirror above the sink
begins to fog. Then, thrusting my hand inside I test the water, adjusting a
little here...a little there until all is perfection for the Captain to enjoy.
I step inside and await his presence, the heated water sluicing over my breasts,
down my body, wetting the thatch between my thighs. I have not long to wait,
for a few brief seconds later He too enters the well-appointed cubicle and turns
to face me.
"Feel free to touch me wherever you want, Katherine. Do a good job, and you'll
be rewarded," He directs, his eyes dark with intent.
Then, discarding the wash cloth in favor of my bare hands, I begin to lather his
body. I begin first with His chest, coating His nipples with a thick coat of
lather as I work the soap into bubbled frenzy between my palms. I move closer,
my body pressed to His as I reach behind to lather His back. He closes his
eyes, His Adam's apple working slowly in step with the motion of my hands.
Then lower.
My hands now circle his hips, stroking his buttocks, pressing my soapy digits
deep into the crevice of his rounded posterior.
He groans softly, His hands wiping the wet, heavy, strands of my hair from my
face as the spray pounds down upon us from above. Now it's my turn to close my
eyes, luxuriating in His tender touch, His caring presence.
Slowly I slide to my knees before Him, filling my hands with a rich layer of
creamy lather and beginning to massage His sex with the sweet clean smell of
Irish Spring. He shivers. His hands reach for my hair once again, but this
time to hold me...to use me as support for his failing stamina. I tip my head
back...far back and feel the warm water stream over my face and down my body,
dripping from the tips of my nipples in sensuous abandon.
He places his hands on my shoulders now, pressing me back to allow the spray to
rinse the soap from His slippery form. He begins to speak, but then I suddenly
remember something He once said about the erotic innocence of an unshaven
mound...the pristine beauty of a woman's sex when it is bared before the eyes of
her lover. And so I reach to the left and grasp His safety razor from the
shower caddy, my unspoken request for permission clearly poised between us.
He raises His eyebrows. Have I surprised Him? I hadn't thought that possible!
And yet, there it is, a look of puzzlement on His features...and something else.
His hand flexes at his side as though following His very thoughts, and He
silently reaches for me, taking the razor from my grasp.
"Sit on the floor, Katherine...in the corner...and open your legs for me.
Wide...wider," He directs as I part my thighs to accommodate His intent. Then
He kneels, soap in hand and begins to lather the curly auburn thatch that hides
my sex from his view. I feel myself becoming aroused, wet beyond anything the
shower could possibly be accountable for, and I lean my head back with a soft
moan, my eyes pressed tightly shut.
He pauses until I open my eyes once gain. He wants me to watch! I
quiver...trembling at the thought. How erotic! A tiny whimper escapes my
throat, my eyes following his every move as he begins to scrape the protective
covering from my sex. The blade...so sharp, slides with a soft whisper across
my flesh...first down one side of my mound, and then down the other until what
remains resembles an arrow pointing the way into the very core of my sexuality.
I'm shaking now, my body screaming for so much more...and then He continues. Now
He takes the fingers of his left hand and slips them deftly into my quaking
slit, stretching my labia until his objective is clear, and my remaining pubic
hair is offered without restriction. I feel Him move, both inside and out as He
bends to his task once more, His eyes bright with concentration, His erect
manhood pointing unerringly at the object of His ministrations. He shifts,
changing hands...His knuckles sliding gently against my clit as he completes His
"chore". I choke back a strangled cry.
[Please...oh please!] I beg, but the words remain frozen in my mind. How long
can I endure this, I wonder...how long?
And then He's finished.
He rises before me, His member fully erect now, His fingers caressing the handle
of the razor.
"Take my cock into your mouth, Katherine. Love it...but don't make me cum. I'm
saving it...for later." And then He presses forward, thrusting between my lips
as I hungrily suck Him deep into my throat. Mutely, He curls a fist deep into
the dripping strands of my long, wet hair, crushing me to Him as He receives my
desperate offering. I intensify my efforts, my hunger driving me to passionate
frenzy, but He will have none of it.
"Enough, Katherine. I said I didn't want to cum...not yet. Let's dry off and
take this a step further," He says, stepping out into the brightly tiled
bathroom. He hands me a towel, then smiles as I watch Him blot the moisture
from his body. When did I become such a wanton creature, I wonder, my lips dry
as I watch His every move. When did the male physique become something to crave
instead of shun? Curious. I have no answer, but I know it was here...and with
Him.
Slowly He drops His towel, and invites my lips once more. Is this what He means
by "saving it" I wonder? Am I to help Him build his "deposit"? For what
purpose? My mind reels as I again feel Him moving against my tongue... and then
He withdraws.
Then, lifting my naked body in his arms, He carries me back to His bed and lays
me amid the rumpled sheets once more. He parts my thighs and examines my newly
bared sex with His eyes...His fingers, the heated satisfaction radiating from
Him in scalding waves.
"I have to taste this before we go on," He murmurs, burying his face between my
legs. I gasp as His tongue touches me...my newly bared flesh...so vulnerable
and exposed. My juices flow freely from my naked slit, and He laps eagerly, His
tongue probing, teasing until I'm fairly in tears with frustration.
I whimper softly, and He withdraws, his shaft hard beyond belief now...jutting
hugely from the juncture of His thighs as He once again presses it to my lips.
Frantic, I begin to suck with a determination yet unknown to me. His lips curl
up at the edges, clearing His throat as He tightly girdles the base of His
member with his fingers to avoid spilling His seed prematurely.
"Katherine." He begins, His scrotum hard and boiling with the product of my
efforts. "When I tell you to do so, I want you to move over to that oddly
shaped bench over there. I want you to rest your chest on the upper level, and
kneel on the lower portion so that your buttocks are exposed and open to me.
We're going to try something new today...but first I need to give you a 'safe
word."
Now I'm confused. A "safe word"? What's that? Why would I need one? Goose
flesh begins to rise, and my nipples harden. So this is what my premonition was
about!
"Your safe word is 'shelter', Katherine, like a ship seeking safe harbor. It's
the word you'll use if our interaction becomes more than you can bear, more than
your body and mind can stand. Nothing else will halt me. Do you understand?
Not your tears, not your screams, not the most heartfelt pleading will do. This
word is your salvation. It tells me to go no further...that my beloved 'Little
One' has reached her limit...and I'll stop immediately. Say it Katherine. I
need to know that you understand."
I nod, parting my lips and attempting to force the "word" into the light of day.
"Shelter," I repeat, the sound throbbing against my eardrums. "Shelter".
He nods, satisfied, then indicates with a turn of His head that I am to proceed
to the Bench now and assume the position to which He has assigned me.
This Bench is a curious affair, one that has occupied my imagination since my
first day in the house on the beach. It's shaped like a weightlifter's
bench...but in two levels. The lower and longer of the two is about knee
high...padded in black leather with rings attached to the sides for purposes one
can only guess. The second level rises like a single, narrow stair to the rear,
at right angles to the first and occupying the spot where a barbell would rest
on a normal workout bench, but slightly lower and boasting an additional set of
metal rings firmly embedded into its metal framework.
Slowly I assess the situation, then kneeling on the lower portion I rest my rib
cage atop the upper stair so that my breasts are fully exposed and dangling
freely in the open space beyond, vulnerable in the extreme.
And then I wait.
I have not long to pause, for soon my Captain joins me, a fistful of leather
objects clutched firmly in his hands. The first is a handcuff, stitched of
stout leather...wide... substantial, its lanyards and metal fastenings gleaming
in the dim light of the room. This He attaches to my right wrist, then its
companion, a twin, to my left. He tugs, a satisfied murmur escaping His lips,
then twists my arms behind me. I hear a soft, metallic 'click", and at once
find my wrists immobilized, bound one to the other against the small of my back.
I gasp. For the first time I begin to wonder what fate awaits me.
He pauses, cupping my dangling breasts, milking the nipples with his fingertips
as he surveys my body. His shaft is so huge now...so enormous. Again I feel
the rush of fluid between my legs, so hot, so wet. How can I continue? How?
My mind probes my "safe" word...rolling it around, clasping it to me as my
Captain continues His preparations. Next, He takes something akin to a large
dogs collar and fastens it about my throat, cinching it snugly so as to allow no
free play, but not tight enough to strangle. To this He attaches a short leash,
its stout cord passing roughly between my vulnerable breasts as it makes its way
toward the anchoring ring below.
Again I am held fast. My mobility vanishing with each passing moment. It's
then that my Captain turns His attention to my nether portions, attaching
leather cuffs here as well and binding my ankles to either side of the
bench...forcing my legs apart as I feel the wetness slide between my trembling
thighs. I'm terrified...I'm excited...I'm so incredibly aroused. What is to
become of me...what?
I flush. So humiliating! But wait...there's more!
Now my Captain resumes His place at the upper portion of the bench, lifting my
head by my dangling hair and once again probing my lips with his hugely engorged
sex. "My balls are so hard, Katherine...so full," He groans, thrusting once
more into my throat. "I'm going to come soon, but first I want to tell you
what's going to happen."
"This is a riding crop," he says, holding up a short switch with a leather loop
attached to the end. "I think you know the original purpose. And this," he
says, indicating a whip of similar length, but boasting what must be hundreds of
long, fine, flexible strands, "...is a Hellcat. I'm going to give you your
choice of one of these, Katherine...then whip you until you scream...until you
beg." (He thrusts again... deeper now.) "Then I'm going to bury myself in that
tight little arse of yours, pulling out at the last second and cover your welts
with my cum."
My eyes widen, my mind caressing the "word" once again. Will I need it? Can I
bear my fate, or will I succumb to my own fears and call a halt before my
Captain and I have reached fruition? I must be brave...I must. Already my body
craves what is to come, and as I eschew the crop in favor of the Hellcat I
know...I will prevail.
He nods, satisfied in my choice, then circles to the rear dragging the finely
braided filaments down the length of my shivering spine.
I whimper.
And then He strikes! Hard! My right buttock jerks, cringing under His attack
and I cry out in pain. Again I hear the hellcat sing in the quiet of our
chamber as it bites into my left buttock. Surely this must be the worst of
it...surely! But again my hopes, my fears are dashed. This time the whip
caresses my back, tangling around my fingers, now woven in a tight knot as each
blow descends.
Finally, and with great deliberation my Captain delivers an uppercut that lashes
against my newly bared sex, the whip coming away coated in the creamy froth that
now runs so freely down the insides of my thighs.
I scream as I feel it bite into my tender flesh, penetrating my lips, punishing
my engorged clit with its hellacious torment.
My Captain licks softly against my reddened flesh, my screams inciting Him to
greater heights as He swings the Hellcat left...right...up and down. I am
beside myself now, my cries blending one into the other until there appears to
be no beginning and no end. The pain...the pain...the glorious pain brings the
rich taste of life to my lips with each utterance. My arousal has never been so
complete...so desperate.
Now my Captain anoints the whip with aromatic oils, increasing its intensity
tenfold until I'm sure my orgasm will render me a helpless puddle of weeping joy
at His feet.
It's then He pauses, but only minutely, and forcing His hand between my
trembling thighs, he lubricates the handle of the Hellcat with my juices and
plunges it into my gaping, weeping sex with one powerful thrust of His arm.
I scream, loud and long...my throat filling with the taste of my own blood as I
bit into my lower lip...my body thrashing uncontrollably against my restraints
as my orgasm drives me past the point of sanity.
He thrusts repeatedly, the sounds of my cries inciting Him beyond endurance.
Then He throws the Hellcat aside, and with a single massive jut of His hips He
hilts himself deep inside my anus. My screams are inseparable now, rising
continually with each movement of his body, mindless in their intensity as He
plunders my narrow passage again and again with his outrageously swollen organ.
He growls, low and feral as his time nears and His thrusts become more frantic.
His hands are everywhere, abrading my flesh, pinching my clit as He holds me in
place to receive Him. I'm beyond reason...beyond control... rocked to the core
by the shattering waves of heat that consume me.
Finally, unable to contain his massive load another second, He pulls out of my
body and I feel his hot, heavy cum flood over my back, caressing my reddened
flesh, running unchecked down my ribcage in mad rivulets as He inundates me with
his seed.
Panting, I feel Him massage His cum into my trembling flesh, sliding His hands
ever so tenderly over my tortured body. He's gentle now, tamed by his passionate
release and mine.
I sigh.
Limply, I rest my weight atop the upper step. My mind is gone, my body refuses
to respond. I am sated to the point of becoming comatose, and yet I'm
alive...so very alive.
My Captain senses my need, and is at once my attentive and nurturing lover once
more. Gently He releases my bonds, then gathering me into His arms He carries
me into the shower again and tenderly washes the aftermath of our passion from
my body.
He is my lover...my Dom...my Captain.
Life has never been so rich.
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