Lady: I've been bad.

Master: This will require disciplinary measures. By all rights I should have you go to sleep unsatisfied.

L: Cruel man! No cock? Not even to lick?

Master: Not to lick or even touch. Bring your blindfold. Naughty girls should not see.

L: Yes, my Lord.

M: Lord? Sucking up to me is not going to help this time!

L: What if I just skip to sucking?

M: That is a privilege that naughty slaves need to earn.

L: Have mercy on a poor girl!

M: You have no idea. I think the lesson will be VERY effective and memorable.

L: Your killing me with suspense...

M: Patience is a virtue and no sassy responses, please.

L: I prefer my vices.

M: I see we need significant and extended obedience training my pet. Meditate on your sins.

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The urge to be defiant nipped at her heels as fantasies of debauchery clouded her vision, walking towards some unknown peril. She wanted to challenge him, maybe even make him a little angry, so that he would truly and hungrily dominate her. She wanted to be powerless and at his mercy. Turning the nob of the door, the hallucinations dispersed and the reality of her gentle spirit took over. The mixture of nervous anticipation and delight tensed muscles. She entered the room a little timid.

He reclined regally, a wanton smirk on his lips. "Change into a skirt, leave your underwear off." Saying nothing, only bowing her head in acknowledgment, she followed the order.

Kneeling before him as he rose out of his chair, her eyes remained lowered. She watched his feet disappear behind her, and felt a firm hand push down on her back, resting her chest on the foot stool. Handcuffs secured her wrists behind her back, bringing with them the usual strange sense of comfort and security. A blindfold slid over her eyes, leaving her to the theater of the mind. A sturdy hand gave her buttocks a simple caress, moving down to the hem of her skirt. Gently it was hiked over her waist leaving thighs, lips and ass aloft.

Fingertips whispered their touch along the back of her legs, skirting the sensitive thighs,"You could have felt my tongue on your thighs," he chided. They moved parallel to her swelling labia, never touching, but close enough that little hairs tickled little pleasures. "You could have had your pussy stroked," he mourned.

Touch me, her mind screamed. Reaching out with her feet, toes grabbed the leg of his pants. Exposed and having him near, yet unable to feel his body, left her feeling as though she were floating unanchored. He gently shook her off, like an unwanted puppy, and stepped out of reach.

His nails scraped up her back to the base of her neck, taking a fist full of hair and slightly lifting her head off the soft upholstery. "You could have felt your clit rubbed, and your lips kissed," his nearly inaudible voice danced across the sensitive nerves on the back of her neck. She imagined his moist lips with licentious angst. She could feel her wetness gathering.

The warm breeze from his lips moved to her ear. In the silent pause, little shivers prickling every time he exhaled. She felt as though her being was tied to his breath. Will I disappear if he stops breathing?

"But you had to be bad. No pleasures for this naughty slave." A sharp smack on her rump jerked her body, pushing out a surprised little cry. Then another, and another. The sharpness of the pain awakened flesh with an acuteness matched only by orgasm.

Now it was the lashing of a whip, against thighs and ass and back. Each leather kiss like a viper bite, infusing her blood with perverse venom. The potion took effect immediately - heart racing, heat rising, body convulsing, mouth gasping like a fish out of water.

A single leather strip slid against her untouched clit. He was saying something, but the words were lost amidst her heaving breath and the pounding in her chest. In the darkness these sounds seemed to emanate from the earth and air, ringing in her ears.

A sloppy wetness splashed against the crack of her ass, dripping down her thighs and lips. He smeared it into her crevasse. She felt dirty. Unladylike. Shameless.

"I however, will not be denied," he declared, stiff and pressed up against her. He slid into her ass, untouched pussy still needy. Husky moans burst from her lips. "You can't cum this way can you?" he asked, still rocking against her.

"No, not without other pleasures," her meek reply was touched with hope for more.

"Good. No ecstasy for you," he plunged into her depths, his chest now resting on her back as his urgency grew. He was close to release, she recognized the taunt body and low guttural grunts. That her body could excite him aroused her further, she pushed against him, wanting him to fall over the edge of control, to make him convulse with pleasure.

His release completed, she was once again aware of her own needs. His weight soothed and anchored her until his panting subsided.

"And what have you learned?" he asked withdrawing from her.

"To behave, to do as master demands! I'll be good, I swear," she pleaded, wanting her own rapture.

"Yes, but what does that MEAN?" he stressed.

"That master's wishes are my desires!"

He sighed, "That will do for now. Clean yourself and come back to me."

After being set free, she pouting all the way to the washroom. Wiping herself down, the wet cloth against her engorged skin felt like an erotic stroke. She looked at the closed door, and considered masturbating herself to release. It would be quick, and he wouldn't hear, but a vague worry nagged. Would he know the moment he lay eyes on her? On it's own, the challenge was tempting enough, but the risk of punishment was too great. She wanted him inside her, she had waited so long. Now that they were together, the threat of continued denial was unbearable.

She entered the room again, straightening and arranging her skirt and blouse. "Wear these in place of underwear." He tossed a purple pair of latex panties, she picked them up noting their weight.

"VIBRATING PANTIES!!" she squealed in delight, "Oh you do spoil me!"

He smiled, pleased with her excitement as she eagerly climbed into them. Placing the remote in his coat pocket, the pair entered the cold night air and headed out for dinner.

As they drove down the unfamiliar streets she tried to force her shivering body still. The cold air was especially potent against excited skin. With his eyes focused on the road, she could steal long amorous glances she normally considered forbidden. It did nothing to help calm her body.

Famed amongst slaves and courtesans for impeccably good taste, he never failed to impress her. They strode into a beautiful restaurant, a dazzling mosaic of marble capturing her attention as they were lead to a large comfortable booth.

Attention focused on appetizers, entrees and desserts, a different kind of desire distracted her. The sensual pleasures of food always heightened when her body was taken by intoxication.

"I know what you'll be having," he smiled. Curious she quickly skimmed the rest of the menu, and found her favorite dish listed.

"Oh you know me well!"

Lost in good wine and great conversation, the mood shifted from lascivious exploration to comfortable relaxation. Appetizers completed, their meals arrived, sizzling hot and aromatic.

Excitedly taking the first forkful into her mouth, the melting tastes were suddenly interrupted by vibrating pleasures. A stunned giggle bubbled forth, raising her hand to her mouth, feeling sheepish as she concentrated on chewing her food without choking. So comfortable were her latex panties, she'd entirely forgotten their purpose.

"Well that came as a surprise," she mumbled lightly. Still aroused, the pulsating sensation was strong.

"It's amazingly quiet," he grinned sipping the glass of wine.

Still giggling and awkward, she glanced around the restaurant, thrilled to see diners and waiters engrossed in their own matters. She sipped her wine, and then took another bite of her meal, wanting to keep her mouth full in order to avoid having to speak. Just then, the buzzing increased in intensity.

She moaned lightly, looking down at her plate. "Damn good food."

"It came highly recommended," he leaned back, throughly pleased with himself. The vibration increased in intensity again. Again she looked about, feeling lewd and conspicuous. She put down her fork, afraid to swallow. She tried picking up her glass, but noted her body was starting to shiver, and that the liquid would give her away. Instead she let her hands rest neatly on the table, one grasping the edge a little too tightly. Their eyes locked.

"You're getting a bit of a glow. Blushing just a touch," he noted. Fearfully raising a hand to her cheek, she felt it's warmth. "Don't worry, it isn't noticeable unless you know what to look for," he assured.

Her vision started to blur, and thighs were helplessly quaking. Her eyes shot about, trying to locate their waiter, praying he wasn't on the way to the table. Slowly leaning back to keep her trembling legs from shaking the table, waves of intense ecstasy raced through her body.

As soon as the orgasm subsided she hung her head for a quick moment, trying to gather her sensed, and too embarrassed to look at anyone. He hadn't stopped the vibrating yet, continuing the light shivers crawling across her nervous system.

"You're doing remarkably well," he smiled, eyes never leaving her face.

She looked at her plate, her meal barely touched. Appetite replaced with hunger for sweat and moans, entangled tongues and slapping skin. Suddenly a second orgasm trickled up her spine and branching through her body - she closed her eyes, needing to concentrate on being silent and still until the waves calmed.

"If you'll excuse me," he turned off the panties, made an almost invisible bow, and left the stage. Resting in her chair, desperate to snap back to reality, she scanned the room yet again, half afraid the smell of sex emanated from her. A gentlemen seated nearby caught her eye, and smiled politely. No one sensed anything.

She watched him returning to the table, noting he looked more desirable then usual, wanting to touch his hair, bite his neck. His torments had evoked a tempest.

After a luxurious molten chocolate dessert, with flavors explosively coating her tongue, they exited the restaurant. "That's a predator's look in your eyes," he said gently as she passed through the door he held open. "I think you've been marvelously good, you may have anything you please tonight."

Retracing steps to their den of delights, she found the natural humming vibration of the car was soon paired with more vibrations from between her thighs.

My, he does likes that remote.

Finally free to murmur and moan to her heart's content, she squeezed her thighs together, gently moving the sensation just out of orgasmic range. She didn't want to give in yet, the next time her body fell prey to euphoria, it would be with her thighs about his head.

This time, she wouldn't suffer alone. Reaching across the seat she nearly lost control just feeling him hard, and hearing the eager little groan as finger tips massaged along his shaft. The world had vanished. Touching him, lost in her own sensations, her biology was locked in single minded focus.

"You might want to pull your skirt down a touch," he warned. The world reappeared as they neared their destination. Adjusting herself to prim and proper status, they exited the car. Walking was its own challenge, the buzzing mingled with the movement of her thighs made her head swim and her legs weak.

Stepping into the elevator, she was thrilled that they were alone. "I assume you'll want me stripped of clothing as soon as we get in?" he asked politely.

"Wise assumption," lips pressed together, hands wandered, and a bell announced their floor.

As promised, he quickly dispatched of all attire. Nearly lunging at him they fell to the bed, limbs and tongue entangled.

"I think you need to be well rewarded," he scattered kisses down her body, moving towards the soft patch of hair he'd used as torment earlier. Playful little licks left her torn away with joy, convulsing, calling out in rapture, his neck guillotined between her thighs.

The rope tethering her snapped, and she moved free of thought or purpose, following sensation and desire wherever it took her, swept away by strong drafts of swooning delight on an orchestra of singing nerves.

As exhausted as she was exhilarated, they fell side by side, the musky smell of sweat and sex filling the room. She let her eyes close, drowsy and satisfied.

"Two hours," she heard him say.

"Hmmmm?" she didn't look up, just nuzzled him curiously.

"You've been using me to your ends for two hours. That's impressive, even for you."

"You did drive me to the edge of madness. I promise to be good."

"Liar," he chuckled.

"Well, when you make being bad feel so good," she yawned, drifting peacfully into sleep.