Seduction: The Story of M (6 page)

His hips
moved slowly as I gasped for air, my hands on the back of his thighs squeezing hard. He was breathing hard as he pulled his cock from my mouth and got off the sofa and sat next to me, his chest heaving as he strained to catch his breath. I wiped the slobber from my lips and the tears from my face.

I was scared to look over at him. I couldn’t make sense of the primal lust that had just occurred as I sat there in the puddle of our filth. “I need to use the bathroom,” I said softly.

He turned to face me while he adjusted himself, still breathing moderately hard. He slapped my face mildly. “Lesson number three,” he panted.

 
“I need to use the bathroom, Sir.” I redeemed myself quickly.

“Go
, precious, be mindful of the chain and get a couple of bottles of water from the fridge on your way back.” He slapped my tender ass as I stood up to walk away. “And get a towel too you messy little slut.”

When I returned, he had put his pants back on and gotten himself a fresh whiskey.

“Put the water on the coffee table and kneel, Princess.”

 
I complied by kneeling the way he had shown me.

“Drink all of it. Your body needs it after the amount of fluids you just lost
,” he said, opening one of the bottles and handing it to me. He took the towel and wiped up the mess as I drank. The water was cool and refreshing as it washed the salty taste from my mouth and throat.

“You have learned enough for one day
, Princess, you need some rest.” He sat forward on the edge of the sofa and unlocked the collar from around my neck. “Get up, I’ll show you where you’re going to sleep.” He helped me up and held my arm while he walked me to one of the closed doors adjacent from the kitchen. He opened the door and turned the light on.

The room was small with only a bed and a small table and lamp. He pulled back the sheets and instructed me to lie down, pulling the sheets up just under my breasts as he sat on the edge of the bed. He put one hand to each side of my chest and leaned down
. “This door locks from the outside. I am up by seven in the morning. If you should need me for anything before then just knock loudly on the door, understand me?”  His eyes were doing that back and forth searching look that I utterly hated.

“Yes
, Sir,” my voice sounded weak and lost.

His right hand softly caressed my puffy face as he leaned down kissing me soft and gentle while he slipped his hand under the back of my neck just before parting my lips with his tongue. The taste of his whiskey filled my mouth as my shaky fingers touched his sides. He pulled from my lips slowly waiting for me to open my eyes.

“Sleep well,” he whispered as he got up and left the room. I heard him lock the door, as I reached up to turn the light out.

Chapter
5: Day Two…Training

The sound of the key in the door caused me to stir.

“Rise and shine
, Princess” his voice sounded.

I opened my eyes feeling groggy and stretched my arms up over my head yawning.

“You most certainly do enjoy your sleep, don’t you? It’s nearly eight am. We need to get you cleaned and ready. Today is training day,” he said boisterously, as he pulled the covers from my body swiftly.

I felt a sudden dread fill my core as I realized for a second morning that this was not just a bad dream.

He pulled my reluctant body from the soft warm bed by my wrist, dragging me out of the bedroom as I stumbled to keep pace down the hallway past the kitchen, and to the bathroom. The scent of lavender filled my nostrils as we entered the bathroom. There were some bottles of body wash on the edge of the already half-filled bath. 

“You may relieve yourself and then into the tub.” He dropped my wrist and stood, leaning his right hand down on the vanity waiting for me to comply.

“Might I have a little privacy while I relieve myself, Sir?” I asked, sounding groggy, as I sat down on the toilet.

“No
. You must learn not to be ashamed of that which I wish to see.” He looked upon me dauntingly.

It took effort and concentration to be able to pee with him standing there watching me. I sat focusing on the soap on the vanity for what seemed forever before I was finally able to go. It humiliated me to think he was go
ing to watch me bath as well. It didn’t concern me to wipe since I was getting into the tub anyway. I stood and stepped slowly into the bath.

“Kneel the way I showed you yesterday
, precious.”His voice was soft as he slid a stool near the tub and sat down on it.

The water smelled strong of the lavender scent and it felt refreshing as it enveloped my calves, thighs and buttocks. He reached into the warm scented water and pulled up a white washcloth. He caressed my upper body lavishly with the cloth, the water sheeting down my back, around my neck, and down my chest as it dripped softly from my nipples, causing them to become erect from the contrast of air. I heard him sigh softly as he reached over with his other hand, pinched and rolled one of them between his finger and thumb.
 “Your body reacts so beautifully, princess. Today we shall work on your mind,” he whispered.

His fingers followed the contour of my breast from my nipple to my ribs, down my stomach, to the crease of my left thigh and then to my pubic lips. He paused as he adjusted himself on the stool and then slid his fingers between them, sliding them slowly over my clit and then down to my slit.

“Lower your eyes, princess. Today you are not to look at me unless told to do so. Do you understand me?” There was something in his voice that was both soft and sensual, yet firm.

“Yes
, Sir,” I whispered as I lowered my head, my hair falling forward to shroud my face.
God, he’s going to bath me.

“You will feel most humiliated today
, my dear. I want you to embrace this feeling of lowliness and humility. I want you to accept it and let your mind free of the inhibitions and embarrassments you will undoubtedly feel. The sooner your mind gives way and becomes one with what happens to your body, the easier this transition will be for you.” He stroked my hair around my face softly and then pulled it behind my ear so that he could better see my face.

“You will no longer speak unless spoken to and allowed to answer. You will go about from now on, only on your hands and knees and while you are at rest, you will sit back on your heels in the subservient pose I have showed you.
 Do you understand, Princess?” He was caressing my exposed cheek with the cloth.

“Yes
, Sir,” I whispered.  Again I was trying to fight back tears. Picturing myself crawling, naked, open, and exposed…like a human dog at his side.
What lovely thoughts to have to wake up to
.

“Let them fall
,” he encouraged her.  “It is good for the soul to release them and it exposes your feelings to me which are essential, I assure you. I will come to know your every need just by looking into your precious, tender and inviting eyes. Every tear that falls from your eyes today will be either for me or because of me. And I shall enjoy them equally.”

H
is fingers slid inside of my sex and began to probe and stretch me. I shut my eyes tightly not wanting to give him the satisfaction of my tears. I gasped, shuddering, as he poked at the tender areas left behind from his hard vigorous thrusting. My arms started to tremble as he worked his fingers in and out of my pussy, drawing the water inside and then letting it flow out, washing out any remains of what he had given me last night. I drew my breath in curtly as his thumb pressed into my clit, and bit my bottom lip, stifling a whimper. I tried to relax the scrunched up look on my face and allowed the tears now stinging my eyes to fall.

“That’s it
, Precious, give into it, your body wants you to.” His lips were almost touching my ear as he whispered. He withdrew his fingers, reaching for the body wash. He lathered the cloth and started at my neck washing my upper body. My clit continued to tingle as he washed my breasts, rolling my nipples lavishly as I did my best to contain a soft moan. Then he rinsed the soap from me, repeatedly with the cloth.

He spoke softly telling me to lay back in the bath so that he could continue. I reached for the edge of the tub to stable myself while I followed his order. It felt good to put my feet out, lay back, and relax. All but the tops of my shoulders and most of my breasts covered in the water.
 

“Close your eyes
and enjoy this.” He placed my hands at my sides, and pulled me further down into the water so he could wash my hair. He cradled my neck softly as he wet my hair.

My mind raced back to the exam table. How tenderly he had cleaned my knee, the little pill he made me take more for my comfort then his own. How he had forced my body to receive pleasure yet did not satisfy his own. A small sob escaped my lips as I ran through all of my most recent events. Images
flashed through my mind rapidly—the way he forced me to eat from his crotch. The way he had brought out such a foul desire in me last night. The way my body reacted to his touch, despite my unwillingness, how good it felt, and how he had raped my mouth.

I wanted to bring my hands up to cover my face. He was washing my legs and feet massaging them softly. It felt nice the way he was touching me, but at the same time, I resented him not letting me to this myself, alone and in private. It was embarrassing having him see my naked body in such intricate detail. My body jolted
, my hands pressing firm to the bottom of the tub and my eyes opened wide when I felt the cloth press near to my anus.

“Shh, you must be clean
, my dear. Now relax and let me finish up.” He leaned close to my face and then kissed my forehead telling me to close my eyes again as he delicately washed my asshole.

When he was satisfied that I was clean he helped me out of the tub, drying me with one of the big white fluffy towels. He wrapped the towel around my shoulders, pulled me to his chest, and turned towards the vanity as his arms engulfed me around the middle. His chin rested just at the top of my head as I looked at the two of us in the mirror.

His eyes, his vibrant bright blue eyes peering into mine, and he looked at mine from one to the other. I hated it! It was as if he were looking for some sort of clue as to what I may be thinking. I lowered my head not wanting him to search me so thoroughly.

He squeezed me and said
“good girl,” then slid his hands to my mine and bent over, forcing me to bend with him. “Put your hands on the vanity.” He whispered as he guided my hands placing them there. He stood up pulling the towel off my shoulders and sponged at my hair, pulling it all to one side of my head.

He told me to spread my legs just past the width of my shoulders, to keep my head bowed and my hands where they were as he warmed a dab of lotion in his hands. He started at the back of my neck and worked the lotion into my neck and shoulders, down my back and over my buttocks, reminding me of his forceful swats. I cringed just slightly curling my fingers. His hands moved to the front of my legs and thighs, working the lotion in.

I drew my breath in sharply as his fingers neared my sex and he hushed me. I could see him wiping his fingers on a hand towel before reaching for something from the vanity. He set a little brown bottle in my view.  It smelled medicated as he drew some into his hand and immediately brought it to my sex. It felt oily and cool as he rubbed it in tenderly over my outer lips and into the crease of my thighs, massaging it into my skin. He slipped his fingers between my lips, spreading the oil lavishly to my clit and all around near the opening to my pussy.

I gasped as my fingers curled into my palms unable to stop the small moan that ensued as the cool feeling spread into my tender flesh. Using two fingers
, he worked the oil up into me. I felt my legs begin to tremble just slightly. He stretched and widened his fingers and started to work them in and out, as I whimpered biting my lip.

“T
his will help with the soreness.” He withdrew his fingers. I arched my back and groaned as if not wanting him to stop. I heard him chuckle. I blushed and straightened my back.

He again wiped his fingers on the towel and then stood up. He pulled at my shoulders for me to stand, which I did but kept my flushed face down. He turned me around pushing my buttocks into the vanity as he pressed his hips against mine and wrapped his arms around the small of my back. He hugged me close, resting his chin on the top of my head. “You’re so precious and you don’t even realize it,” he sighed.

 His hands slid up my arms. He again took the lotion, warming a small bit in his hands and he rubbed it into the front of my neck with both hands as he guided my head back. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his hands on my chest and breasts as he worked the lotion in. His hands left my body and I opened my eyes leaning myself forward. My eyes meet his and I quickly lowered mine.

He sat down on the stool near the tub and ordered me to kneel with my back to him while he brushed out my hair. When he had finished he gathered up a good deal of it into his
hand and stood up. “Let’s go have some breakfast now, my dear.” He stepped past me and tugged at my hair. I placed my hands to the floor and followed on my hands and knees.

This was awkward. I felt tears welling up in my eyes again. This was so humiliating and I did not understand what joy he took in treating me like his pet.

He sat in the same chair as the evening before at the dining table, directing me to kneel at his feet. There was a tray of fruit set out on the table along with a glass of juice and another with milk.

He picked up the white collar with the gold chain from the floor beside his chair, and motioned for me to move closer to him. I rose slightly and inched closer to him so that he could attach the collar and lock it. He draped the chain down my back directing it to fall between my buttocks and then told me to sit back on my heels. I sat back my eyes lowered, as I watched him reach to the table.

He had that little bottle of pills again. He opened the bottle and held one in his fingers. “Look at me.”  

I lifted my head and my eyes and looked up at his face. He brought his fingers to my lips and ordered me to take the pill. He held the back of my neck as he brought the glass of juice up to my lips telling me to drink at least half. His fingers inched softly into my hair as my head leaned back to drink. Then he slipped them from my neck and down to my breastbone, nudging me to sit back as he pulled the glass away.

He put several pieces of fruit into a small bowl and set it aside. Then got up and walked behind me, he took my hands and placed them behind my back. I listened as he took the leather cuffs I had worn the day before off a nearby chair while he held my wrists. He cuffed my hands behind my back and then sat back down in his chair. It was harder to sit on my heels like this and I felt myself teeter a little.

He put the bowl of fruit between his feet and then sat back opening his pants, pulling out his semi hard member and holding it softly in his hand. “I am curious
, princess. Would you prefer to eat from my lap or from the bowl?”

He stroked himself softly while placing a plump grape near his sc
rotum. I watched his fingers squeeze as he pulled his hand up the shaft of his hardening cock. My heart started to beat slightly faster as I contemplated this being some sort of trick question. A piece of hair fell down around my face as I teetered to control my balance.

“You will get used to your positions in time. Now answer me.” He gripped himself a bit tighter and stroked slowly, expressing a tiny droplet of pre-come to the tip of his penis.

 I don’t know why, but I felt the mildest twinge in my clit as I watched him do this. “I would choose the bowl, Sir,” I said softly not taking my eyes off his cock. I watched his body posture seemingly relax slightly as he sighed.

“As you wish
, princess.” he nudged the bowl a couple of inches towards me. “I would think that it would have been easier for you not to have to bend all the way to the floor for each bite. You may take once piece of fruit at a time with your teeth and lips and then you must sit forward looking at me while you chew and swallow it, do you understand me?” His voice was not as soft as it had been in the bathroom.