"Nervous, Master," she replied. She glanced across her body. She couldn't believe that she was naked and sitting in someone's lap. It seemed so wicked. It was so unlike her. "Very nervous."
"Are you aroused?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," she nodded. She could see the stiff buds of her nipples pointing upward as evidence of her arousal. "Very."
"Show me," he instructed her.
Innocence blushed again at his words. How does one show a feeling? And he could already see her stiff nipples as easily as she could. Surely the evidence was already clear. "Show you, Master?"
"Yes, girl," he replied calmly. "Show me. And don't make me repeat myself in the future. I want to see your arousal and then watch you taste it. Then I want to taste it for myself."
Innocence groaned and closed her eyes in embarrassment as she finally realized what he expected. This would be so humiliating.
"Yes, Master," she replied. She slid a hand across her thigh to the juncture where her legs met. She took a deep breath and then extended a finger, lightly rubbing it up and down her labia. She discovered that she was already quite wet but that did not surprise her. She knew that she would be.
Slowly, she slipped her finger between the wet petals and plunged it into her sex. Thrills shot through her body at the wickedly lewd act that she was performing. Then she withdrew it and raised her hand to taste herself as she had been instructed.
"Wait," he said. He stopped caressing the lower swells of her breasts and raised his hand, gripping her wrist. He turned her hand back and forth, seeing the fingers glistening brightly from her juices. Satisfied that she was very aroused, he guided her hand to her face and offered the shiny digit to her lips. Dutifully, she parted her lips and he pushed her finger in. She bathed it with her tongue and realized that this was the first time that she had tasted herself. It was so decadent!
"Let me taste now," he said after she had cleaned herself. Obediently, she lowered her hand again and slipped her finger into her sex which seemed to be even wetter now than before. It was amazing to her. She raised her slippery finger to his lips and, when he opened his mouth, she pushed it in. He suckled it for long moments and then she eventually withdrew it.
"Delicious, girl," he declared. Then he picked up the remote and turned on the television. She couldn't believe it. She was naked in his lap and he wanted to watch the news. Why didn't he fuck her? She was so horny, she thought she would pop.
His hand returned to her breasts. He moved from one to another, stroking them and squeezing. Halfway through the news, he shifted his attention to the nipples. They were rolled and squeezed. After awhile, he started stroking them and tugging them upward, stretching them away from her chest. This was doing nothing to reduce her horniness. She became more and more needy as he continued to play with her body.
After the news, he switched to another channel and watched one of his favorite shows. He also switched his attention to her sex and his fingers probed and stroked there. She was moaning at this point. She finally climaxed as he started to stroke her clit. She climaxed two more times during the evening as she remained in his lap. And then he turned off the television.
"Stand up, girl. It's time for bed."
"Yes, Master," she replied and she got to her feet.
He led her upstairs and she followed quietly. He gave her time to herself to use the bathroom before bed. She used the toilet and showered and then perfumed herself. She was ready for him now.
And then the most incredible thing of the evening happened. Instead of taking her to his bed, he led her to a guest room. Shackles had been installed at the four corners of the bed and he secured her, spread eagle, onto the bed.
"Sleep tight, little one," he said as he pulled the covers over her. He kissed her forehead and left the room, turning off the light on his way out. She groaned in frustration. This was unbelievable to her. Why didn't he fuck her? Why didn't he take her to his bed with him?
Chapter 5
Innocence reached down and slowly drew her hands up her body, letting her fingertips glide over her curves. She paused at her breasts and circled her nipples, feeling them stiffen. Yes, everything was perfect in her life.
She sat up and reached down to the corners at the foot of the bed. She found the leather cuffs that were now permanently installed on the bed and buckled one around each ankle. Then she lay down again and stretched upward, fastening one of the cuffs around her wrist. She would not be able to fasten the last cuff around her other wrist. But even if she could, it would not be wise. She would be unable to release herself. Instead, she just laid her free wrist into the open leather cuff and sighed happily.
She fell asleep for a little nap and started her remembrances again when she reawakened. The day on the rack turned out to be the worst exposure of the semester. It was the only time she was completely naked in front of the class. She had been topless a couple of times for various demonstrations but that seemed tame after being so exposed and vulnerable on the rack.
Her submission to Richard was like a whirlwind of emotions and excitement. She found herself feeling more and more free as he took more and more control of her life. She didn't understand her feelings at all but it was thrilling to her.
The only frustration was that there was no sex. At least there was no fucking. It seemed that she was constantly highly aroused and she would have welcomed her master plunging his cock between her thighs but he never did. She frequently received orgasms as he toyed with her body and she frequently gave him blow jobs as she knelt at his feet, but he never fucked her.
The relationship evolved during the second semester and quickly became romantic. She was still his "slavegirl" as he called her but they were falling in love. And he frequently talked about sharing her with others. Initially, that sounded scary to her. After awhile, it started sounding exciting to her. Being given to another would make her truly feel like slave. But eventually, she realized that he would probably never do that. They were in love.
He proposed to her near the end of the school year and they were married shortly after she graduated. Thankfully, the sex that he had been withholding emerged and they fucked like rabbits throughout the honeymoon. And the sex continued to be frequent and amazing. She was very happy.
Innocence thought about getting up and starting her day but decided there was no rush. She continued to daydream about the exciting and romantic relationship that resulted in the marriage. Occasionally, she would drift back off to sleep. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even hear the bedroom door open.
"Hiya, Mom!" was the first thing she heard. She gasped and opened her eyes just in time to see Kaitlin plop down on the bed beside her. She scrambled to try to grab a sheet to cover herself but she had foolishly kicked it onto the floor earlier. And being bound the way she was, she could not reach down and grab it. She quickly draped her free arm to cover her breasts and then shifted it to cover her sex instead.
"Katy!" she scolded. "Don't you ever knock?"
Kaitlin ignored her question. "Ooooo, you're all nekkid! And gift wrapped too."
Cency's relationship with Kaitlin was good after one month of marriage but it was still a bit awkward and they were still feeling their way through it. Innocence was only four years older than her step daughter. Trying to assume the role of mother would not work. She didn't think that ‘I would like to be your friend' would work either. Instead, she was trying to act more like a big sister than a step mother.