I entered my home as always, through the underground entrance
 between the base of the two towers facing east. I had a small concealed
 door put there the year before so I could come and go and still be able
  to avoid the masses, when I needed to be discreet. The hallway from
 the door to the staircase leading to my chambers, was a long walk, but
gave me a chance to be with my thoughts and compose my plans for the
   lessons I had to teach. I had taken a submissive, a fairly new one at
  that, and had been enjoying the trials and tribulations of showing her
  what is expected of her.

She was truly a wonder, a feast to the eyes.
 Her hair cascaded down her neck, her eyes sparkled in the light, giving
  her an innocent look that I had learned not to believe. She had shown
  me that she was able to be a temptress, and a mischief maker, making
     her a perfect match for one bearing my name. She wielded her
  perfectly sculptured form like a true vixen, using it to tease me into
giving in and allowing her more leeway. Yes, she is a Domina in her own
  rights and she has shown me on more than one occasion that she will
  push my limits, always trying my patience. I almost believed, at times
   that she enjoyed the punishments she received, and that is why she
                  crossed the line every once in a while.

 When I entered my chambers, my sitting area if you will, I called to my
  servants, telling them what I wanted arranged for her arrival. I told
   them to prepare the dungeon below, where I keep all my "toys". She
         enjoys the toys, and had taken a keen interest in them.
 On that particular evening, I had instructed my servants to prepare a
     few things in my basement. I had asked them earlier to have the
 shackles readied on the walls, and some assorted "items". After a brief,
  but enjoyable shower, I dined in my library, still planning the rest of
      the night and sat back to compose some thoughts when I was
                   interrupted by Maxwell, my porter.

 "Master Loki sir, your guest has arrived and has been lead to the room
 where you had wanted her. I told her to disrobe and then dress in what
                     you had prepared" he mentioned.
   "Thank you Maxwell, you are dismissed until later. Go and eat and
  then await my call in your quarters" I replied as I stood up, gathering
 my cloak around me. That would certainly be an interesting night, for
                                all involved.

   I entered my basement staircase, and began to descend, feeling the
  blood rush through my body, preparing me for the rest of my night. I
 opened the door to the "dungeon", and there I saw her, dressed as I had
  asked, wearing only a green silk bra and thong. I specifically had this
  made for her because I love the color and the way the silk looks over
 her soft skin. Some others may have chosen something in leather, but I
   prefer a little more subtlety. Her eyes were blinded by a green silk
   scarf, and her arms were raised high, her wrists bound securely and
 suspended so she could still stand, but not sit. She stood in the back of
the room with her back to me, eyes closed, yet facing down: the perfect
 stance. This is MINE, I thought, admiring her from the doorway, and
  feeling a smile come to my face.

She did not hear me yet, and did not
  know that I was watching as she stand there, unsure, possibly a little
   confused and worrisome. A dark room, with nearly any light to cast
   shadows, a stone floor that would have revealed me, had I chosen to
 wear my boots. Her hands gently tugged at her bonds. An instinct, the
 generic human fight for survival. She knew, as I did that she would not
  free herself, yet she always struggled. The fire, burning in the hearth
 kept the room warm, and was the only source of illumination. Her soft
 skin shone sensually as the flickering flames cast a revealing light upon
 the thin layer of nervous perspiration she had developed. It was hard at
   times like this, not to simply take her, ravage her, and taste all she
  offers me. Her breasts filling the silken top I had chosen for her, her
  figure a source of endless temptation, her hair, long, flowing and soft
  with the scent that has become so tantalizing on it's own. Memories
 flooding the mind. The feel of her bare skin next to mine, the taste of
                       her mouth, her flesh, her sex.

                 Composure, priorities, and then relaxation.

    "Hello there my pet, so glad you came to me tonight. I have much
 prepared for us and I trust you will not be disappointed." I greeted her
      as I entered, walking to her and kissing her softly on her lips.
  "There is only one thing I ask of you before we begin......" I trailed off
                         waiting for her response.   "Y..yes Master? What is it?" she asked.
     "You love your master?" I asked, already knowing her response.
        "As sure as I breathe I love you, my Master" she replied.
          "You wish to learn, to be guided do you not my love?"
                 "Yes master, to learn, and to please you."
 "Good. I am going to test some of your limits tonight, and in doing so, I
  will test your faith and knowledge that I will not seriously ever harm  you. "

I saw her brow tighten as she undoubtedly tried to discern what
   it was I had planned for her. I smirked, thinking of the images that
     carefully placed last comment was flooding her head with now.
    "Tell me, what are you thinking and feeling right now little one."
    She thought a moment and then answered, already knowing how I
                        dislike waiting for a reply.
   "I feel excitement, unease, my senses heightened...." She trailed off.
          "The need to do as you wish Sir, respond correctly.."
               "To be my best, for you, and for me as well."
 She was learning quickly under her Master's guidance. She was easily
  the best of any I had seen in my years, both of those I had owned and
     those I knew through socializing with those in our community.
 "Stand straight" I told her, allowing her to feel the leather covering my
                   hands as I caressed her cheek softly.

    My hands, both gloved in leather began caressing her body. Her
 cheeks took on a shade of pink, at feeling her Master's touch and love.
 Her head tilted back, so I could feel her neck, tracing my fingers down
 the sides to find her collarbone, where my hands would part and make
  their way to her shoulders and her under arms. Her breathing came
    faster as I made my way across her body, her bare skin, with the
  coolness of the gloves, and the fire in her Master's touch. Her body
 was reacting already, the things one has no control over, goose bumps
   erupting on her skin, her hair standing from my breath on her neck.

  My hands, following her sides, from her arms to her waist and back,
 continually, gently, lovingly. They reached around to find her breasts,
 cupping them, feeling their fullness and the firming that my touch and
     her excitement brought. I found her nipples, swollen, hardened
  completely by my touch. My thumb and index fingers pinched them
    lightly and, keeping that pressure, rolled them, clasped between.
  Continuing for a few minutes. A pair of nipple clamps were attached
  before my hands left her. Her breath became excited further, a soft
     moan, almost a whimper escaped her lips and my hand instantly
  wrapped in her hair pulling her head back so I could reach her mouth
 with mine. I took her mouth, her breath, her tongue, into me, to savor
  in mine. Sucking her tongue gently, then harder, exploring her, loving
                            her, feasting on her.

  I took my mouth from her, returning her to her stance and continued
     looking over and touching her body. The goal this time, as I was
 continually getting to know her was not to punish her, not to test her
   limits with pain and discipline, as she had been told, but to find her
 breaking point. The end of her control, physically, sexually, where she
   would be forced to give in to herself and accept the consequences. I
 intended there to be nothing to worry about, as I would not punish her
 for something I made her do. She didn't know this and shouldn't have. I
  needed her to think that displeasing her Master was going to bring
    the same consequences as always, so she would try with the same
   strength. The tails were in my hand now as I dangled them lightly
  down her spine, to her bottom. I loved to tease her, make her shiver
  from the thoughts I placed in her head and the feel of my hands over
    her body. The tails dragged over her lower back, her bottom, her
   upper thighs and then back to her bare ass again. They moved from
  side to side, between a little, allowing her to tense, expecting this to
  begin her punishment. The strength of the tails touching her bottom
 as they passed over, increased. She knew not to move until allowed or
commanded, and I could tell that the fight inside her had begun. A smile
                           played upon my lips.

  "Tell me what you are thinking little one" I commanded.
The time for asking was over.
   "Excitement Master, controlling myself to please you,
keeping my composure Sir."
 "Are you aroused little one? Your nipples excited?
Your sex, is it wet  for me?"

    Her body shivered as I made her concentrate on her impulses, the
   sexual hunger forming inside her. She was forced to examine herself
 from a different angle then that which she had been, and it caught her
  off guard, allowing the sensations to sweep over her. I watched as she
     shuddered involuntarily once, then twice before answering me.
 "Yes Master, my nipples ache with need, pain and pleasure. My heart
 calls out for you, my body aches to feel you, to please you. My sex is
                wet Master, very wet for you, from you."

               "Open your legs, wide" came the next order.
     She responded quickly as she was supposed to. Her legs flexed,
 stretched as wide as they could be and still touch the floor, glistening
  with her nervous perspiration and firelight. They were twin towers,
 leading to the most sensual or her areas. The place where a man could
  get lost in the joys she offers and the feel of her, the scent, the taste
  of her gift. I removed her nipple clamps and allowed her to relax one
 part of her body while I toyed with another. I knelt down, between her
  legs, behind her. Breathing intentionally in her direction so she could
   feel where I was. I saw the short, trimmed hairs move, as my breath
    passed them, onto her wetness, and then enjoyed seeing the goose
                      bumps accompany her shivers.

 I moved closer, under her, inhaling her lust, her need, feeling it enflame
   my thoughts and my desires. My mouth opened, lips parted by my
 tongue, reaching to her, for her. Her moisture covering my tongue, and
 my lips as she opened for me, allowing me to pass her outer folds. Her
 body shuddering, shivering, convulsing as my tongue found what it was
  looking for, what it needed. Her clitoris was swollen, almost hard, as
 my tongue first brushed it, then passing over it again, pressing gently,
 then harder, alternating. She tried her best to stay still, to keep from
    pushing to me, against me. Her wetness grew as the pressure and
  attention to her clit increased. I loved tasting her, inhaling her scent,
    her desire, as my tongue traced between her clit and circling her
   opening. Her legs remained completely open for me, allowing me to
tease her clit, her entrance, even her ass, which she responded very well
    to. Her moans, sighs, whimpers, and the urges for movement were
 clearly audible. She began breathing very heavily, almost panting as she
               continued her struggle to retain composure.

  "Do you wish to be released from those bindings,
to have your hands free?" 
"Yes Master" she whispered.
 I backed from underneath her, standing directly behind, allowing her to
 feel my hardness against her. She began rocking slowly, trying to fight
herself. Her wetness covering me instantly. She earned the sting of the
  tails on her ass for moving without permission, but it only seemed to
 make her more excited. She regained some of her composure and tried
 to stand still once again. I backed further away, no longer allowing her
   to feel me, and stood and watched her slowly cool down. Her body
 visibly relaxed there before me, as the effects of the touches began to
   wear off and she began to regain her stance and her head again. She
 stood proud, standing tall again, and her breathing slowing to normal.
 Three times I took her to the edge after that, bringing her to the very
  point where she was to lose control, her body screamed to ignore her
 Master, to free itself from these frustrations and collapse where she
    stood. Every touch brought about different reactions in her, the
  change in breathing, the moans, soft at first and then growing deeper
   and louder. She twisted, trying to get closer and make me free her
 from her pent up desires, and with each turn she awaited those words,
   the ones she knew she must hear before allowing herself freedom.

               Those words; "Come for me little one, now"

     Each time they did not arrive and she was forced to cool down,
  sometimes with a cool cloth I had kept nearby, others with my softer
  caresses, lovingly praising her, congratulating her like a proud parent
 with their child. She was exemplary in her discipline, and she fought it
  all the way. It was a joy to watch and to experience as one not having
 to endure it, for I knew deep inside that had the roles been reversed, I
   would have dropped to the floor spent a long time ago and suffered
    whatever punishment came to me. This time she would be pushed
  further for I was very sure she could not endure another, and instead
    of backing down and cooling her off, I would push those few steps
   further, and I would break her, reveal and then forever protect her
  weakness, as with all others.A teacher cannot teach properly without
 knowing what is required, where the pupil is strong and where they are
            weak, and there, that night, she showed me both.

 I released her from her wrist restraints, undoing the cuffs and leaving
  them hanging from the hooks upon the wall. I took her into my arms
   and softly hugged her, reassured her and then continued with more
 instructions. I pointed to a soft chair that sits down there for relaxing
 and composing thoughts and realizing she couldn't see me, I guided her
                       there, sitting her, facing me.
  "Open your thighs, resting your legs on the arms of the chair" Came
 the command, and seeing as though the arms reached out very far, she
            was not asked to perform some act of acrobatics.
   She did as instructed, her thighs opened for me, showing what was
      mine. Her wetness caught the firelight and glistened, her hips
 involuntarily moved slowly, gyrating to me, without her even knowing.
  Her body was reacting now without her mind, it was a good sign, one
  that told me she would give in this time, and probably rather easily.
   Her arms rested on her stomach, her hands open, one on top of the
 other, for she knew she could not move them unless I granted her that
     option. Her back arched to heave her breasts to me. Her body
  screamed to be touched, by me, by her. She was reacting strictly on
  instinct now and I was amazed, watching her. Her nipples were hard,
 standing fully, and I reached to them, tightly pinching and holding. She
    arched again, almost thrusting herself at me to further enjoy the
   sensations. I held, rolling them slowly, releasing, then circling them
  with my fingertips. Having her wet my fingertip with her tongue or
   her sex and then touching it to her nipples and feeling the cool air
cross them. She moaned softly, gasped occasionally and whimpered with
                                every touch.

               "Do you wish to touch yourself little one?"
           "Am enjoying this Master, but will do as you wish."
 "You will touch and caress your breasts, as I would, so that I may tend
    to other matters. When excited your nipples will feel the pinches
            tighten, and you will keep them very hard for me."
                              "Yes Master."
  Her hands moved to replace mine, cupping her breasts at first, from
 below then finding the hardness in the center and closing around them.
     Her back arched again, staying bent toward me as she felt her
  Master's touches through her own hands. With each moan growing
 louder and each of her body's reactions growing more intense, my need
  for her grew as well. I was continually fighting the urge, the need, to
   kneel to her, and thrust myself deep inside her waiting warmth. To
     take her as is my right.

She knew what her physical and audible
 reactions did to me, and I didn't doubt that this was her way of getting
   back at me for the teasing, the torture I had been inflicting on her.
My hands moved to her legs, raising them and holding one straight out
    toward me. I watched her touch herself as I ran my fingers up her
 calves, to her knees, her thighs, on the outside, very lightly. Returning
  back down to her feet, as my mouth found them, I took her smallest
 toe between my lips and sucked it gently, allowing my tongue to work
    around it, between it and her next toe, where the skin is so very
   sensitive. My hands continued up her legs, on the top this time as I
  moved from toe to toe with my mouth, nibbling, sucking and flicking
    them with my tongue. Her leg stiffened completely and her body
 rocked and shivered with each sensation. A smile played upon my lips as
  they parted for each new arrival. She was severely stressed now and
  after I had finished with her feet, my mouth joined my hands as they
  now found her inner thighs, and began making their way upward. She
 jolted when I found the back of her knee and nipped there. Each inch of
  her bare flesh was sucked into my mouth, nibbled and then released. I
  reached the middle of her thigh and could smell her need. I loved it, it
 was driving me insane, making me want to take her now, and forget my
  other plans. To give into the animalistic urges we were both sharing
  now. Her body shook, trembled, lurched uncontrollably as I watched
        her tighten her fingers on her nipples, calling out to me.

 "You may move to me little one, bring your body nearer and
allow it to move freely."
    "Yes Master" she panted, immediately thrusting her sex to me.
"You are ready, aren't you? Ready to come for me." I asked with a smile.

                    "Please Sir, I am there...ready now"
               "Hold it there, you will wait until I allow it."
                   "Oh....... Master. I will,...I will try."
                           "You will little one."
                                 "Yes Sir."
   With that I went to her, fully. My mouth found her wetness and
 instantly parted her lips, tasting her, savoring her, completely. I found
    her clit and sucked in hungrily into my mouth, flicking my tongue
 pointedly over it, then lapping at it with my tongue flattened and soft.
 She thrust violently to me, her legs trying to close around my face, to
                  keep me there, to bring me in harder.
                       "Maaaaaasssster." she wailed.
  Two fingers found her entrance and thrust into her deeply, covered
  instantly with her wetness. She rode them furiously, bucking against
 my mouth and my hand. Her moans had become very loud, intense and
  were completely unrestrained. This was all of her, her deep physical
                            needs and her lust.
                 "Master....I can't hold on.....pleeeaaasee."
                            "No... you will wait."
     "Master, I can't, it is too hard. I am trying so hard" she panted,
                                  begging.
    I knelt high on my knees, allowing the myself to brush against her
  wetness again. Bringing her to the edge of the chair. She knew what
            she was feeling against her instantly, and begged.

        "No Master, no more. Please allow me to come for you."
 I felt my hardness become coated with her sex, and ran it between her
     lips back and forth, brushing her clit with the swollen head and
  pressing gently against her opening. She rocked to me, trying to take
  me inside, her legs wrapped around my waist,
her heels into my lower back.
     "Master.....nooo..." she trailed off and I knew what had begun.
I thrust into her, deep into her, with one quick motion. Not taking time
    to gently enjoy each sensation. I held still, buried completely, and
   allowed her to rock her hips against me, moving them in a circular
 motion, swirling me around inside her. I could feel all of her as she was
   giving in. I looked up to see her eyes closed, her head back, and her
  entire body straining.

She lost her battle right there before my eyes
   and I smiled, knowing I had just learned yet another very important
    thing about her. Her climax, the way her body moved and reacted
 brought mine from out of nowhere. As she was coming, my body gave in
 and I allowed myself to savor the moment. I gave in, permitted myself
  to let go as well, and as the air hung with the scent of our combined
  bodies, I continued, rapidly nearing her level. My movements became
  fast, deep, irregular, almost as though an animal was controlling me.
  She still moved with me, to me and continued to match every thrust
  and full me in deeper, still lost in her climax and the sounds emitted
 from her body brought mine to my own end. I felt the familiar tingling,
    the pulsating feeling from myself inside her. Our bodies pounded
  together as I felt myself releasing into her and her covering me with
                              her hot climax.
  I lowered her legs, touching her feet to the floor again and removed
  her blindfold, taking her head in my hands, drawing her eyes to mine.
 
"I am so sorry Master. I tried so hard."
  "You did nothing wrong little one, this was your test, your lesson and
   you did very well. I needed to find your breaking point, where your
   control would evaporate, and give in to your body and it's urges and
                                   needs."
     "I haven't disappointed you then?" she asked, obviously worried.
  "No my love, not at all. You have allowed me to further explore you
                 and enjoy you and that is never wrong."
 She settled into my arms, where she always knew she would find safety
 and shelter and I held her lovingly, praising her for the control she had
            exhibited. It was a night to remember, definitely.

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