Master J

She woke to the sound of scurrying and cold light landing on her face. She rolled over and buried her face into the pillows trying to go back into the depths of sleep.
“Misssstresss” a harsh whisper prodded her. “Missstress it’sss time to get up.”
Sarah graonded and waved an arm in the direction of the voice. “Oh go away you foul being! Let me sleep!”
“Missstress I mussst insssisssst. The Massster bid me to wake you.” The goblin poked at her with a long fingerless hand.
“The Massster hasss essspectationss mistress.”

Sarah sat up, ignoring the fact she was naked in front of the snake goblin. When the master had expectations Sarah knew her duty.
“What does he want me to do?” she asked getting out of the bed.
Her exposed flesh was quickly covered up by a satin robe and she pulled her waist length hair out and started to brush it. The goblin came and took the brush out of her hand coiling it’s own around the handle and continued her work.
“The massster bids you to wait for him prepared in the throne room. He will attend you there.”
Sarah acknowledged and let the goblin brush out her hair. It was still early in the morning and though the sun was up, few moved about the castle.

Sarah dismissed the goblin after her hair was brushed and put on a pair of burgundy satin gloves, a tied a thick ribbon around her waist, a pair of low hanging pantaloons that were almost completely transparent, a velvet vest that buttoned up with a single crystal orb that barely contained her breasts and toped it off with a veil that covered most of her head and face and only left her eyes exposed.

Barefoot she made her way to the throne room and waited for her king.

He made sure she waited for him. With holding his presence from her, trying her. She stayed waiting for him on her knees by his throne. Her eyes down and hands on her lap.
Waiting.
He loved watching her like this; so still, so passive. He made her wait until the sun was fully exposed and everyone in the castle was moving.
His subjects knew to avoid the throne room today; he had left orders that no one dared to ignore.
When he felt it was time enough he walked into the room, silent on bare feet. He didn’t look at her or speak; he just walked to his throne and sat down.
He knew she felt rejected, ignored by his coldness. Normally he recognised her presence. He knew though that she thrived on instances like this.
Her thighs would start to ache soon; he rarely left her in this position for such a length of time.
He cleared his throat and she stiffened. Her eyes still down cast, she didn’t dare look up though her heart cried out for it.
“You may stand up.” He said coolly “Keep your eyes down.” He said feeling her stiffen. She was worried she had offended him, he almost never asked her to keep her eyes down unless she was to be reprimanded.
She rose gracefully to obey his wishes her mind turning over the same questions. Was he angry? What was he planning? Had she offended him? Though the questions burned in her head she kept quiet and her eyes down.
“Now my pet we are going to play a new game.” He stood and lifted her chin so he could place a slight kiss on her lips through the veil. “Through out the game you are to keep quiet and your eyes down, until I say otherwise. Would you like that my sweet?”
She licked her lips and nodded, her heart beat fast. She never felt more alive than when he treated her this way. She did enjoy his caresses, when he danced with her, and shared a joke. But it was times like these when he had such control and power over her that she truly lived for.
“You would my pet?” He sat down again, “Good!” He patted her bottom and took her gloved hand so that she was standing in front of the throne, in front of him. He pulled her hand down and then pushed down on her shoulders. She obeyed and sank to her knees.
“Untie your ribbon pet.” She obeyed and handed it to him not looking up. The burgundy ribbon became longer, thicker and wider in his hands. It was no longer a decoration; it became a tool.
“This game is one I have been dwelling on for a while. I think you will enjoy it as much as I do. “ He coiled the ribbon in his left hand. “You know how much I adore your hair Sarah, but for this game, or part of it, I need it confined. Plait it for me.”
Sarah lifted her arms unquestioningly and started to work her hair into a thick braid. It took her awhile to complete and she had to bring it over her shoulder to finish it. When she was done she held the end of it in her hand, having nothing to tie it off with.
He took it from her hands and looped the long ribbon around the end securing it firmly, then he rose out of his throne and lifted the ribbon with him. Sarah obeyed his unspoken command and got up as well. Still holding the ribbon and plait he walked around behind her and let her hair fall down her back. He then wrapped the ribbon around her hair up until it reached the back of her neck.
When he was there he started to wrap the ribbon around her neck. After circling her throat three times and stood in front of her.
Her king looked at her veil and muttered thoughtfully, “The veil will stay, it pleases me. But this,” he flicked the crystal on Sarah’s vest and it fell to the floor, “shall come off.”
He stood and looked at her. He loved the sight of her breasts unfettered, exposed and open to him. Her nipples were delicate and pink, having never suckled a child. Soon, he promised himself, soon she will have my child.
He kissed the tops of each breast before covering her in the ribbon.
Over and under, in front and behind he bound her chest in burgundy until all he could see were her pink buds and a swath of satin bindings.
Her breath came in short gasps; it wasn’t because of her bindings.
There was a flush to her exposed skin and he could smell her desire.
“I was right, you are enjoying my game.” His fingers pulled at the waistband of her thin pantaloons. “But we aren’t finished yet my pet. Let us see how far we can take this?”
With that he tugged at the flimsy garment and it fell to the floor, exposing her wet thighs to him. Sarah stepped out of the tiny pile at her feet, kicked them away and opened her thighs to him.
“Littlest one” he purred, “you are positively wanton.” He then tormented her by wrapping the ribbon around her waist and down her left leg, caressing, and touching her casually while doing so. He wound the ribbon so that her entire leg was covered and stopped just before her foot.
“Bring your feet together now, but keep your knees apart.” He wrapped the ribbon over her right ankle and then bound both feet together. He then had her kneel down and place her arms behind her back, hands clasped.
His never ending bindings were quickly wrapped around her wrists holding her in a bowed shape, thrusting out her confined breasts and pulling her veiled head back.
“Oh my, Sarah,” he sighed. “You look so lovely bound like that.” His eyes moved freely over her body with his hands running up and down the soft bindings, caressing, lingering, tantalizing. Though he was careful never to touch exposed flesh.
Sarah’s eyes, held downcast through out, started to roll. She closed them and started to gasp. Begging him to touch her, feel her, explore. A soft mew started deep in her throat and she almost let it escape when she remembered her instructions. She shut her mouth and let his eyes and hands explore her body tormenting her.
His fingertips grazed her right thigh; sparks of awareness flooded her being as her tormentor and king ignored the contact with bare skin.
She forced herself to relax and submit, and when her self had quietened it happened again. Her skin cried out for more. Her breath was being held for long periods of time trying to anticipate when his next touch would be were she wanted. Her mouth was dry and her thighs were not, her skin turned into solid nerves crying out for a caress.
Finally he grasped one of her nipples and he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger.
“Give in my pet” he sighed, at his permission she moaned and mewed, pleading him to take her, satisfy her, ravage her.
“Ahh such passion from such a little thing.” He purred. His hands never left her body but the ribbon faded away from her body until there was a single ribbon around her waist and holding her hair in place.
Sarah didn’t relax her pose; she kept herself exposed to his touch. It was then that the king removed her veil and placed a fierce kiss on her lips.
He grabbed her shoulders and forced her to him. He deepened the kiss as he dug his hands into her hair.
Her hands moved onto him, tentatively at first, asking, seeking permission. He didn’t stop his plundering of her mouth and she rode it.
Her hands were all over his body, his shirtless torso, his leather clad legs, his wild hair. She wanted to feel all of him, be with him, and have him inside of her.
As if he could read her mind he lowered her down to the floor. His hands hreedreed her hair to provide a blanket to keep her warm.
He nipped at her shoulders while her fingers untied his breaches.
In one swift moment he was naked in front of her proud and aroused.
Sarah’s tongue darted out and licked her lips unconsciously, loving the sight of him.
She looked into his eyes at last and he growled and opened her thighs.
He entered her quickly, filling her, fulfilling her.
She arched her hips to take him deeper, wonton in her desire.

Soon they found a rhythm that drove him tight against her, and out again until she was craving him again.
Sarah tossed her head back and forth holding back, not daring to walk over the edge of her release.
“Do it.” He said and he slammed into her “Give in.”
Sarah let go and screamed, her voice loud and low. The world around her vanished in a blaze while her insides turned into liquid silver, molten and moist.
“Oh yes JARETH!!”
When she screamed his name he found his release. He came fast and hard slipping into nirvana.
Sated he collapsed beside her and rested his hand on her belly.
“Soon” he whispered and they slept in each other’s arms.