Posted by bethy4ever
on Thu 2 Nov 06, 1:16 PM to bethy4ever's blog.
Over the years she had been in the service of Master Dave bethany had learned many things about Him, and about herself. There were things that helped her to care for Him, to look after His needs in return for the love, enthusiasm and creativity He showed in playing with her, but only when He was willing, if she was not for a second interested in being with Him then He would find others to play with. The first games they played involved trust and boundaries, a contract that they both signed and agreed to that all play should be kept hushed from the prying eavesdroppers that lived near His house and would be home where she visited. The meetings involved her stripping naked for Him then waiting to be dressed or played with at command, her hands behind her back and at the foot of His chair for His inspection. Sometimes He was sad and she took it into her own initiative to curl into His lap and wrap arms around Him, to keep Him entertained and away from the bitter thoughts of the mundane world. Sometimes He was witty and she played and teased until her bottom was beaten to a pulp and they both lay dead with exhaustion, His strong arms holding her to His chest as little naughty fingers played down below. They slowly learned those things that made each other feel trusting and secure or happy and excitable, it was a map that they were writing together, a recipe book for mischief and play games. The second games when they grew to trust each other more were in public, she crawled at His feet a large inflated gag in her mouth, her cheeks painted pink like a little china doll and her bottom wrapped in thick towelling so that she would not leak and embarrass Him, her ankles and fists were chained so she could only crawl, His hand would idly stroke through her hair and on her reins she would place her head against His knee, with a chuckle He would pull her across it, drop the towel and lay upon her buttocks beating a military tattoo. He would laugh cruelly and lift the gag out her mouth letting her speak as they watched in amusement at His dealings with the girl, it was a public show and event always in front of others, feelings had to be kept under wraps. He cared for her deeply in public as well as private as she did for Him and it was clear in their expressions, actions and games. The third games they played were hardest for her. One day she was called into His bedroom to find Him laying naked on His bed. “Up” He commanded. Softly she slipped in until she was on the sheets next to Him, kneeling with her legs behind her. “Good” He complimented. He positioned Himself in front of her and then took His dick in His hands, moving it towards her mouth. “This has been waiting long enough my pet” He said. Timidly she opened her lips and in He softly placed the end of His cock, suckling like a giant lollipop as with pleasure He stroked soft hands along her long brown hair as He felt His erection getting harder in her mouth, she brought her head down a little further, just inching bit by bit until she felt that she could take no more, she found herself needing to gag but now He was ready and gently lifted His penis out of her mouth and motioned for her to lie flat, she did so. He pressed fingers into her tight hole like they had practiced many times, softly and slowly opening and shutting before placing the protection over His dick and gently entering rubbing backwards and forwards until He was deep inside her and her body was beginning to vibrate with His movements, together they orgasmed, their bodies moving as one until His fluids gushed into hers and she gushed making a white sticky mess on the sheets, just as He had planned. He rolled her onto her front and tenderly stroked her cheek, she was still shaking from the shock of the adventure. He listened as she whimpered and rocked her in His arms once again taking away the pain. With gratefulness she looked up into His eyes and smiled, drying tears, knowing that this was not the end of a journey but a beginning. “You'd better get the sheet in the wash” He said. Obediently, she rose and wrapped a towel around her then helped Him to take the dirty sheet off the bed, getting dressed to go around the corner to the laundrette so no one would discover anything. He smiled, so pleased at His girl for the way she worked and the cute and beautiful air she had around her and placed on the bed the thing she craved, a gold neckchain on which was a heart and two handcuffs. When she had returned and together they had placed a white sheet on the bed she bid her close her eyes, obediently she did so and felt His arms around her neck buckling the gold chain in place. “Mine” He said softly. “You are Mine.”
