I froze; I didn't even nod to let her know I understood. The drumming in my heat slowed to a dull throbbing, but every so often it twitched. I had to concentrate not to whip my thighs together.
Luckily, or maybe not so luckily, she was back in a flash, attaching something around my thighs just above my knees. She helped me down from the table. I tried to shift my legs closer together to balance myself, but she had attached a bar to my legs and it was holding them apart.
Snickering, Kitten said, "Master sure knows you well, Baby. He said the first thing you would do when your arms were free of the table would be to try to rub your breast, and when your legs were free you'd try to squeeze them together."
She ran her hand over my mound and stuck her finger inside me. My vagina squeezed hard around her finger. Kitten pulled it out laughing, "Yes, you are a greedy one." She tweaked both my nipples before moving away from me.
I had to stand with my knees bent because of the bar between them. I felt her tug on the collar, to pull me to start walking.
"I'm on leash," I cried to myself. Master had not had me on leash in over a year. He'd said leashes were for newbies, trainees, and since I was trained to obey I would no longer be on a leash. My heart cried out at the humiliation of it all. He was showing me just how displeased he was with my actions.
I did my best to keep up with her as she moved out of the dungeon. It took several steps before I got the swing of my legs right to maneuver up them. We reached the top and headed down the hall. She moved along rather quickly and I hoped she wasn't going to lead me into a wall. The floor turned from soft carpet to the hard tile in the kitchen when she stopped short and I bumped into the back of her.
"Well, hello you two. I see you followed my instructions, Kitten," Master said as the plug vibrated on. My legs gave out and I went to my knees. "Unlike some." The vibrator continued. I was totally disoriented and shaking all over. The only thing keeping me from toppling on my face was Kitten holding the leash.
I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me and I teetered on the edge of coming when the vibrator shut off. A deep primal moan ripped from me.
"Kitten, did baby behave?" Master asked grabbing my hair at the back of my head and tilting it back. "No, Master," Kitten said as I gasped, "she did just as you said she would – pulled on the chains trying to touch herself and tried to put her legs together too, but the bar stopped her."
"Kitten, go take Stan a beer. He's out by the pool. Baby and I need a few minutes together. Tell Stan I'll call you both in a few minutes."
I hated not being able to see Master's face. I wanted to be able to apologize, plead, beg him to release me. If this blindfold wasn't on, I could have done so with my eyes. Master could always read what I was thinking just by looking at my eyes, but Master wasn't in a forgiving mood.
I heard the sliding glass door click shut, as something soft brushed my lips. I flicked my tongue through the "O" ring to moisten my lips. The next moment Master was inside my mouth all the way to the back of my throat. I started to gag but he didn't pull out. I stopped gagging and Master started to pump in and out of my mouth. I tried to suck on him, to enjoy the wonderful texture of his hard shaft that I loved so much, but the ring wouldn't let me.
Faster and faster Master pumped, gripping my head with both hands. Tears were leaking out from under the blindfold and streaming down my cheeks. Master rammed in hard and stilled. His hot juices coated my throat. I choked once and started to swallow as the tears came harder. Master pulled out and stepped back from me. I sagged towards the floor but he was holding the leash tight.
"No, Baby, you are to remain just as you are – on your knees." With that, he dropped the leash and moved away.
Even though I did the best I could to swallow all, some leaked out of my mouth and oozed down my chin. I whimper. I hurt to my very soul. Never had Master treated me so coldly.
My whimpers became sobs when Master said, "Baby, you will remain blindfolded and gagged until I determine you have learned. I will have Kitten take you to get cleaned up, but you will resume this position when she is done."
The sliding glass door slid open and over my sobs I heard Master telling Kitten the same thing he had just told me."
CHAPTER 8
Kitten helped me to my feet, wrapping her arms around me to quiet my sobs. "Baby, I have never seen Master look as angry as he did when he came back out to the pool. What did you do to him?" I sobbed louder. I knew what I had done; I had forced Master into punishing me. He was a loving, caring Dom. By my actions he had gone against his nature. Never had he taken without giving some form of pleasure. I was crying uncontrollably, not knowing or caring where Kitten was taking me.
She placed me on the side of the tub and started to run the water in the sink. I was still crying but the tears had slowed a little when she ran the warm washcloth over my tear stained cheeks.
"Baby, calm yourself. Crying will only make Master angrier with you." She was right of course. Bemoaning my fate would only add to the humiliation I was feeling, and add insult to injury where Master was concerned.
I had to pull myself together, to prove to Master I was a sub worthy of him. The washcloth was moving down my collarbone. I inhaled wanting to grind my teeth so I wouldn't lean into it. I knew what Kitten was trying to do. She wanted me to show my weakness, but at that moment I vowed I would not. I would be good. I would sit here come what may and not give into my wants. I needed Master; I wanted to cum. Master was the most important thing in my life. I needed Him. I needed his approval and love. I needed to be all he wanted me to be. I could do it. My love for him would help me do it.
Kitten finished cleaning me up and even had me rinse out my mouth. She brushed my hair and re-braided it. "Come, Baby," she said as she tugged on the leash. "Master will start wondering if we're behaving ourselves if we're in here much longer."
I hurried to follow her. Instead of the kitchen she took me into Masters formal living room, to my pillow in the corner and had me kneel there. At least if I had to remain on my knees it wouldn't be as bad as on the hard stone kitchen tiles.
Kitten dropped the leash and patted me on the head, whispering, "Good, Baby, you're learning. Master and Stan will be in, in just a little while. Remember you are to remain kneeling. Don’t let Master catch you leaning back on your heels."
The room was quiet except for the hum of the stereo. Master must have been listening to music and having his nightcap when Stan showed up. Master came in here to contemplate a problem. What music he listened to depended on the problem. I wished I could peek at the CD so I'd know how upset he was with me. Hanging my head, I really didn't need to look. I knew from the kitchen.
Time passed and no one came in. I wondered what time it was; really what day it was. The dinner party was Friday night; people had left well after 2 P.M. I had showered, petted and played with myself, upsetting Master, again; been sent to the dungeon, my breasts were starting to itch. Wax dried the skin and they needed to be creamed.
Sounds from the kitchen, ah, yes morning. Kitten must be making Master some breakfast or brunch. My stomach growled, the least of my worries.
CHAPTER 9
Master come in and removed the gag. I was working my jaw when he picked up my leash and guided me by the living room, through the kitchen and out the sliding doors to the patio by the pool. He brought me to a pillow next to the table.
"Kneel, Baby." I knelt. I was out in the light of day, naked as the day I was born, but it was all black to me. I heard birds singing in the distance; the gurgle of the pool pump; the smell of bacon. My stomach grumbled once and I tightened my muscle in the hopes of quieting it.