Posted by eGZact on October 11, 2007
She was afraid, she knew how much he treasured his heritage; and she had done the unthinkable, one of his treasures from the past; irreplaceable, priceless in his sight, she had destroyed.Her lord though normally a stern disciplinarian; was a loving master who delighted her so often. Now she the good girl, the respectful slave; had broken the trust he put in her.Given the care of those things dearest to his heart, she had failed to be careful and destroyed that which not only pleased him, but soothed his soul. The pottery vase was an antique created by Cherokee who never walked “the trail of tears”. She knew from lessons at his knee, that this was a grievous time for his people; as terrible a symbol of his native heritage, as “the middle passage” was of his African heritage.Lynx cowered in the corner, afraid to think of what was to come; but knowing that she must endure the punishment he would surely mete out. Only once before during her training, had he pushed her to the limits from which even subspace did not promise respite. She knew that though he would take no true pleasure in it she would now know pain. Sure, there had been spankings, paddles, whips, and bindings; but this “OH GOD” her heart thundered as she wondered, how would he react?What would he do to this careless girl who dared with her clumsy hands to deprive him of something that meant so much? She quivered in fright as she awaited his return home.When the phone rang she had almost vomited, she knew that no one else had that number and that it was her lord calling to tell her when to expect him. She answered “yes milord” in an almost breathless whisper. “Lynx dear, you sound out of breath; I will be there in an hour; have the bath drawn.” He said; sounding so strange. But it was her ears that heard the strangeness his voice in truth was the same deep, melodious sound it always was.
She wanted to beg him to hurry home to punish her for this, and have it over. but she feared saying it, feared telling him what had happened. She wanted to occupy herself with drawing his bath but it was still much too soon.
Even with her guilt and fear eating at her; the time went by quicker than she thought. The doorbell rang; she couldn’t keep the tears from coursing silently down her face, as she went to answer. He stood in the door and looked at her, head down, tears falling to the floor. He strode into the room and took off his coat picked up the drink she had prepared him, sipped it then sat in his chair beckoning her to him; she came and fell to the floor at his knees. “Master, i broke it” she whispered. His head came up and his stern eyes scoured the room he saw where the missing piece should have been “ahhh darling you have done it haven’t you” he said and she sighed “yes milord I have”
He reached down and cupped her chin, “My darling this is where the next stage begins; you will experience things you never have, and reach limits you did not know existed; but because of this, you must, and will endure. Do you understand me dearest?” he asked “Lift your head and answer” “yes master” she was truly crying now her breasts rose and fell with each sob.
“Rise” he told her, then grabbing the links dangling from her collar he led her to the black door; she shivered as he opened it, a cool breeze came through and caressed her skin. They descended the steps and he caught her hands at the bottom cuffed her then pulled a blindfold over her head. He then led her forward finally saying “Stop here”. Her hands were raised above her head, and chained to the pipe in the ceiling forcing her to her toes. “OH!”;she remarked. She felt her ankles spread and chained; she quivered, master had never gone this far before.
She heard him step away, and then a whistling sound in the air made her cheeks tense. She knew what the sound was but didn’t want to admit it. “Dear, this will hurt, but it is for your own good” her master said; then across her asscheeks, the first blow came,hard on the heels of the whistle of the woven switch, “OH GOD, MASTER PLEASE”;she screamed, as she arced her back trying to get away from it. Again the whistle, and again the fire across her ass. She jumped in her bonds, her ass wiggling as if that could ease the pain. The tears were running down her face. “PLEASE MASTER, PLEASE, I WILL NOT BE CARELESS AGAIN”, she cried. “My dear I know” he replied sadly. and brought switch across her ass again.
Now the red welts stood up in relief against her skin, each in a different spot; none crossing the other. Once again the switch struck, she sobbed and hung against the restraints. He tossed the switch aside and came up to her kissing her gently, them taking a salve he began to rub it onto her ass. You will not sit easily tonight, but this will keep the welts from breaking. She whimpered as he worked the salve into her cheeks, and begin to push her ass back to the ministrations of his hands.
She was growing extremely aroused and wanted him and he knew it. The sharpest of the pain was gone leaving a red glow that intensified, when she felt his cock brush against her ass. Whimpering “Master please” she pushed here ass back at him; “calmete darling” he said; as he finished with the salve. bending down he unhooked her legs his beard whispering across her bare cunt “ooohhhhhh” she said and pushed forward but he had already straightened to release her hands. He led her a few steps and put her hands on the arm of his big chair.
He stepped up and let his cock, caress her stinging cheeks. She wiggled her ass until he slid between them, and eased his hard cock into her dripping cunt. He held one shoulder with one hand, with the other he cupped her throat and chin. She started fiercely fucking back trying to gobble his cock with her aching cunt; knowing he knew, what she desired, needed, had to have. As she peaked and felt him start to throb and cum deep inside she threw her head back and came with a long sobbing moan, His hand holding her throat gently while her ass bucked against him.