Bound and Initiated (15 page)

“I promise, Sarah,” he said gently. “You may ask anything you like. As I said, I may not answer every question, but at least you will know what you don’t know, if you see what I mean.”

The anxious expression remained, but she said, “Why must my hands not be free?”

“Because if your hands were free, columba, you might interfere with my enjoyment of you.” To emphasize his point, he put his left hand between her thighs, forcing them open and seizing her bare, virginal pussy in his probing fingers.

Sarah gave an inarticulate cry of surprise and helpless pleasure, moving her hands fitfully against her chest, her chin, as if she had forgotten he had bound them there. Robert continued to caress her with the utmost lewdness, rubbing her anus, her labia, her clitoris, as he spoke again.

“Of course, not allowing you to touch yourself here is a very important part of that. We regard female self-pleasure without permission as a very serious interference with our enjoyment. This little cunt…” Sarah moaned as he probed almost to her maidenhead, “…and this little anus…” a whimper at the pressure of two fingers in the tender valley, upon the tiny hole, “…belong to me, now, as your pater. I will decide how I, and those to whom I loan you, use them.”

A violent shudder went through Sarah at these words. Now Robert abruptly used his right arm around her shoulders to turn her onto her back. “Legs wide,” he said. “You’re going to come again now. I want to taste your sweet little cunt, to show you what I mean about how it belongs to me.”

Her eyes were wide and her breath came in gasps as he got out of the bed and used the straps attached to its frame, clipped to her thigh cuffs, to spread her wide, her knees almost to her chest—the same position in which she had lain on Claudia’s coffee table for an hour, but without her pater to claim her.

Robert bent down, rested his elbows on the bed, and looked at the beautiful sight of his new girl’s maiden cunt; the pale outer lips hid nearly all her pink secrets so very demurely that he had to run a lascivious finger up and down to see how long it would take for the wetness to shine on its tip. At the same time, with his left thumb, he pushed gently against her crinkly pink anus so that she would feel the special shame that only anal play produces in a girl.

Sarah cried out, and her wetness came quickly, almost in a gush. Robert bent down and kissed, licked, and tasted her. “Mmm,” he intoned softly, lifting his mouth from her pussy but still gazing down at where the coral inner lips, and even a tiny peeping hint of her clitoris had appeared. “Delicious, Sarah. What a lovely, delicious cunt you’ve given me for fucking.” He flicked his tongue against the little nub, and Sarah cried out.

Again Robert raised his head, and looked into her eyes. Her brow was knit with passion, and her mouth set into a moue that seemed to express helpless astonishment that he could make her feel so wanton. Her fists were clenched, and she seemed to be using the bondage of her cuffs and collar to increase the tension of her muscles pleasurably, to make herself more aware of how powerless she was to stop him from pleasuring her so degradingly.

“What other questions would you like to ask me, columba?” he asked softly. Then he returned to his gentle cunnilingus, running his tongue up and down the softness of her pussy’s cleft, seizing the clitoris, now fully exposed, between his lips.

“What… wh-what… does… the Ostia Agency really… oh, God…”

Robert raised his mouth only a very little bit and said to her clitoris, seeing with satisfaction that the warm breath of his words made her inner lips seem to flutter with the aroused contraction of her cunt, “The Ostia Agency consults with leaders of various kinds.” He gave her clitoris a little kiss, then the sweet pinkness of her modest inner lips a little lick.

Sarah gasped, “About… about what?”

Yes, very intelligent. Also very inquisitive.

“Come for me now,” he murmured, still focusing his gaze on the erotic beauty spread out before him, “and have your answer later.” He lowered his mouth and began to tongue her demure little clitoris much faster and more fiercely.

Sarah screamed and, only a few seconds later, still screaming, struggled hard against all her bonds at once, so that the leather creaked loudly—one of the most satisfying sounds he knew, Robert always thought. Her body went rigid for a moment, and then relaxed, as Robert continued to show her just how thoroughly he could master her, until he could tell that he had begun to build her arousal again.

Then he lifted his head and stood. He walked around to the head of the bed. He looked into Sarah’s eyes and then he bent very swiftly and kissed her, making sure she tasted herself thoroughly. She tried to turn her head at first, but he held her face in his hands—not roughly, because Sarah’s struggles weren’t forceful—and claimed her lips, opening them with his and thrusting his tongue, still covered in her cunt’s wetness, inside her mouth.

He stood up again. He reached to his neck and unclasped his robe, shrugged it to the floor. His need for Sarah’s mouth was very great, so he didn’t hesitate but knelt on the bed, and seized her head in his hands, turning it toward his cock.

“See how hard you get your pater?” he said softly. “You must learn to take responsibility for what your beauty does to me. Mouth open now.”

Sarah obeyed, a frightened look in her eyes as if she were taken aback by this new way for him to enjoy her. Robert thrust inside her velvety mouth, with a little groan at the exquisite pleasure a pretty girl’s mouth afforded. He took hold of the headboard and began to fuck, not terribly hard but quite deep, looking down all the while at the enchanting sight of his cock moving in and out of her sweet rosy lips.

“Hold my balls, Sarah,” he said. “Gently, in your hands.”

With a whimper around his cock, she obeyed, stretching out her fingers hesitantly to grasp his scrotum. Robert made a soft sound in his throat of vast contentment as the sensations enveloped him: his cock, his balls, his eyes, his working muscles as he fucked the little mouth.

“There you go,” he said. “So pleasing. Such a special girl. We’ll have supper soon, and you’ll have a nice treat for dessert, because you’re learning so quickly and pleasing your pater’s cock so much.”

Sarah gave another whimper at this degradation, and she seemed to caress his balls even more gently. Should he come inside her mouth again, or should he adorn his girl with his seed, mark her that way, as he had marked her—though lightly—with the twelve-tailed mastix?

First he must answer her question, though, even as he pumped his hips so that his cock sheathed itself deliciously inside her velvet mouth. “We consult on questions…” His pleasure nearly stole his wits for a moment then, as he held himself deep in Sarah’s obedient mouth. As he withdrew again until just the head of his cock remained within her lips, he could continue, “…of the survival of civilization.”

If Sarah were as inquisitive as Robert thought she must be, of course, this answer would only intrigue her further. They had nearly reached the end of what he might tell her, but Robert had never had a columba so eager to ferret out the meaning of what she underwent at his hands. He felt a terrible pleasure, though, in giving her this answer while he filled her mouth with his manhood, so that any question of hers must remained locked in her mind while she strove to make her master’s enjoyment of her body as great as it could be.

He pumped in and out languidly for another minute or two, and then, on the point of his climax, he withdrew, taking his cock in his left hand, stroking it, and moving his right hand down to take Sarah by the back of her neck so that he could come on her face with no fear that she might escape his semen.

Startled, she had let go of his scrotum, but now he said, “Keep holding my balls, Sarah, just the same way, while you get your facial.”

Breathing hard, she reached out again. The touch of her little fingers on the sensitive pouch set him off as he knew it would, and with a shout he came all over her pretty face: his seed splashed onto her cheek, her nose, and the lovely yellow hair upon her temple. She flinched and frowned at the feeling, but Robert rubbed his cockhead all over the face he held firmly in place for the shameful exercise.

“Mine,” he said softly. “All mine.”

After Robert had cleaned Sarah’s face with a towel he fetched from the hidden cupboard in the corner, where there was also a basin to dampen it, he put his robe back on and pulled the bell whose old-fashioned rope hung next to the cupboard. Only a minute or two later the door rotated silently on its axis. Kevin, red-robed, rolled a well-laden folding table into the pleasure chamber. He extended the leaves to enlarge the table, then departed without a word, swinging the door closed behind him. Sarah only had time to try instinctively to scramble awkwardly away, up the bed, before the nymphobus had left. Robert had won her trust and respect, he thought, but Sarah had met Kevin and Alex first of all the guard, in Claudia’s office, and she had clearly worked out that they would be the first brothers to whom Robert loaned her.

As he went to fetch the folding stools from the cupboard, wood-and-leather seats fashioned with reference to Roman frescoes, he said, “Don’t worry, Sarah. When your nupta night comes I’ll be there to make sure Kevin and Alex take good care of you.”

He put the stools in place on either side of the table, then turned to her, still cowering against the headboard with her hands secured charmingly to her collar so that her perfect little breasts with their tiny pink nipples were tantalizingly exposed.

“The second degree? Is that really what it means?”

“Yes,” Robert said gravely. “Does it frighten you?” He knew the answer, to be sure, but asking Sarah so basic and sympathetic a question would begin set her mind at ease.

“Yes.” She compressed her lips, and a crinkle appeared between her eyes. “I mean, of course. I’m still…”

Robert walked to the bed and sat on it beside her. He waited for her to continue, because he knew she had begun to discover things in her heart that she hadn’t expected.

“Oh, God,” she said, looking down at her knees, as if to verify the presence of the thigh cuffs. Then she met his eyes again, in her own a plea to help her understand. “I’m still a virgin, and my mind… I mean, my fantasies…”

“You get wet when you think about Kevin and Alex using you, don’t you, my columba?”

She bit her lip, and a new tear formed in her eye. She nodded. “Yes, pater,” she whispered. “It… it almost makes me grateful… to have my hands bound.”

“Because you would touch yourself otherwise, when you thought about it?”

Sarah nodded again. “What’s wrong with me?”

Robert smiled. “There’s nothing at all wrong with you, Sarah. This is why you’re here. Come have supper.”

Robert lifted the gleaming covers from the food, to reveal a steak for him and another for Sarah, already thoughtfully cut into small pieces so that she could eat her supper with the bound hands that he unclipped from her collar but left fastened to one another. As they ate, and drank an excellent claret, Sarah seemed to relax. She got used to using her fork with bound hands quickly, though it was rather messy, and she also had to learn to use the red cloth napkin with the embroidered M.

When Robert saw her notice the M, he said, “What other questions do you have for me, Sarah?”

Sarah said immediately, “When are you going to…” and then her voice trailed off. Obviously, that question had lingered in her mind for a very long while, but when it came to choosing a verb, she felt at a loss, as if worried that she might be punished for saying something naughty. He watched a charming pink suffuse her face.

“When am I going to fuck your little cunt, Sarah?” he asked, gently despite the coarseness of the words. “And your bottom?”

Pink changed to glowing red as she nodded, looking down at her plate.

“Does it make you wet between your legs to hear me say that?” he asked, again knowing the answer but also knowing it would help with her development for her to acknowledge it.

“Yes, pater,” she murmured.

“I’m going to deflower you between your legs tomorrow night, columba. I’ll have your backside the next night. That will teach you about progression.”

Her brow grew troubled as she took another bite of steak, still not looking up from her plate as she chewed it.

“You’d like to get it over with, wouldn’t you?”

Sarah swallowed. “Yes, pater. I’m… scared. I know it will hurt a lot.”

“Look at me, Sarah,” Robert said, putting a little authority in his tone now. Her eyes rose to his, wide with alarm. “Yes, it will hurt. But you will feel great, and justified, pride that you met your virginity’s fate with your head held high, and submitted bravely to its taking by your master when and how he decided you should.”

Her brow furrowed in confusion. “How could I be proud of… of that? To have given away my will and even my judgment?”

Again he admired her intellect. Robert had initiated four columbae before Sarah James, and none of them had put to him a question half so insightful. Clearly writing those
Forever Girl
novels had given her a kind of conflicted understanding of the issues involved in erotic submission.

“That’s precisely it, Sarah. You’ve just discovered the central principle of your new life. You will begin to find happiness and pride in surrendering yourself to me and the order of which you’re now a part, and in serving us. You will learn that your desire to please me makes you happiest when you allow me, and your other superiors, to decide. You will surrender your judgment to mine, and find that when I return it to you—as I promise I will return it—you will understand much more about yourself and about the world.” He spoke in the same stern tone he had used when he demanded she look at him, and as he spoke he watched her eyes widen further.

“I don’t understand,” Sarah said softly.

“I know,” Robert replied, much more gently. “But you can feel that I know what I’m talking about, can’t you? You know that the right thing for you is to have your virginity taken when I decide to take it, and not when you want me to take it.”