The Arrival
The wind is still, but the air is still biting cold as she sits in the ornate sleigh. Mistress Bella hears nothing but the sounds of the bells on the reins, as the team of four white horses pull valiantly through the deep snow. How she loves that sound... so clear and melodic with nothing to counterpoint their song except the occasional whinny of the team. Such a magnificent set of steeds… pure white with long, flowing, well groomed manes streaming out behind them. Gold bridles and bits accenting their beauty and ending in white embossed leather leads…. much like she has for her dear slave pet.
Ahh, but he is her prize, and deserves nothing but the best of what she has to give. He is nestled under her clothing, at her feet, head on her lap as instructed. This is for his protection, but most of all for her warmth. The weather on these sleigh trips can be brutal. Today is not so bad. No raging blizzard to cloud her vision and block her way, no sleet to mar the surface of her skin. She closes her eyes for a moment to summon the memory of her pet’s caresses on her skin. He loves to touch her skin, soft and slow is how he draws his hands up her skin… when she allows it, of course. She doesn’t tell him how much she relishes that touch. She is dressed for whatever weather comes her way. Mistress feels her pet’s head resting against her leather clad thigh… she always wears her thigh high leather boots on these trips, for one never knows how deep the snow will be. But then, he is the only one who knows this... for her boots are covered by layers of silk petticoats and overlaid by a deep emerald velvet skirt. Above the skirt is a tight ivory corset, embroidered with the finest details of ivy and lilies. Over all of this she wears a heavy cape of arctic fox fur lined in heavy satin with a large hood.
He revels in the smell of the leather under his nose. It is intoxicating when mixed with her perfume. He could stay here forever, under her skirts, at her feet. He certainly isn’t uncomfortable, for under him is layer upon layer of furs to cushion his ride. He is clad in leather as well, for that is his Mistresses delight. Each piece he wears is leather tooled just for him, with her name, with her design, always showing to whom he belongs, in case there is ever a question. Around his ankles are thick gold chains, each with a lock ornately decorated in silver and gold, the keys to which are hanging around her neck. Around his wrists are matching leather gauntlets, also locked with rings for restraining. Circling his neck is her collar… worn always, locked always… the only exceptions are when she bathes him, and when she bids him to take her forcefully…. to do what he pleases… as long as it pleases her too. He knows what this means…. he knows to push her down on the bed, to pin her down with her arms above her and kiss her passionately, and to take her, roughly, but not brutally…. to let her know she is what he wants even when unfettered by chains and collars. He is safe here, he is secure… his needs are met; he knows his place and has to worry about nothing. He is truly happy.
He is awoken from his half sleep by a tug on the chain attached to his collar… his Mistress wants him. She reaches under the blanket on her lap to grasp his chin and tilt it up toward her. "Hello, my sleepy pet", she purrs… "We’ve not much farther to go before we are home, and I wish you to service me, to ease my need". He needs no further prompting and buries his head between her spread legs under the thickness of the covers and skirts. He slowly laps at her with his tongue flat and occasionally sucks on her, feeling her buck when he does so….. he knows he must stop every so often, so she can catch her breath and when he begins again, after the last pause, she arches her back as the spasms force her to grab his head and push it ever closer. Once her twitching stops, she once again purrs for him…. "Oh my pet… you have done very well…. would you bring out the bag?"
His eyes dance with anticipation. He produces the black velvet bag from under the furs and hands it to her. He watches with glee as she reveals her own burgundy velvet bag, removes one black marble from her bag and replaces it with two white ones from his. Two! He thinks… two… I must have done very well. He begins to fantasize what the evening holds in store for him when he suddenly hears the voices of hurried servants. Time, it seems, is always the enemy.
The sleigh comes to a stop and he scrambles to a kneeling position as his Mistress has taught him to do when she stands. Once she is steady, he hurries down the step of the sleigh and takes her hand to help her down, keeping his eyes to the ground, or rather, to her boots. Oh her boots... he couldn’t stand to look away from those. He feels the stares of the others…. glares of jealousy at his place at the Mistress’s side. She has exalted him to a position of honor rarely known. He is her only lover, her only pet. He is to be treated with respect and cared for and those who do not, face her wrath. The stories of the sad men who dared to cross her are legendary, possibly embellished by time, but not many care to find out for sure. Of course he knows he is at her mercy and she is not always in a good mood. He listens carefully as she barks orders to the others around them, and not hearing any orders attached to him, he keeps his head bowed until she strides into the keep…. then he must follow, for she holds the leash.
She walks past the large fieldstone fireplace, where something wonderful is cooking and marches him right up the flat, shallow, circular marble stairs to her room. There she releases his leash and in one quick movement, unlatches her cape. Before it can fall to the floor, he catches it and hangs in on the back of the heavy wooden, arched door. He stokes the fire to keep the room warm and kneels near the fire on the pile of furs that cover the floor, awaiting her wishes. This pile of furs is her favorite place to be with him. There are furs of almost every kind of animal found in the forest. As with everything else, they exist to sustain her.
"Oh my pet", she sighs as she lies on the furs next to him, "I would so like to spend the evening with you, keeping you on the edge, trying different variations with my silk ropes, but alas I cannot… I have duties waiting for me. Before I go, I wish a neck massage!"
With this order, he rolls her over and sits astride her back, the way she likes… and he begins to rub her shoulders and neck and upper arms. His mind wanders as he thinks of secure hug her silken ropes provide. He much prefers the slick texture of the silk to the roughness of the hemp used on the feudal slaves and bought men. He pictures himself at her mercy, hanging from the beam overhead as she wraps him tightly in a corset of twisted, red silk cords. Cords as thick as his fingers are round. No escape possible, no release until she willed it. He feels his passion growing as his mind steps up his endorphins just from his thoughts. Her pet transfers this growing pressure into deep massaging strokes to her body. He can feel the tightness in her muscles give way and before he can stop himself, he bends down and starts to kiss her neck… she shivers and moans and begs him to stop, but he can’t… he needs to feel that shiver from her, to know what he does to her… she whirls him off of her and abruptly stands over him.
"How DARE you do this to me???" She says, in a carefully measured but incredulous tone… voice low and almost spitting….. "You know I have duties to perform!!! How can I be my best when you leave me in this state??? You will pay for this, my pet, pay indeed. The bag please...NOW!"
He produces his bag and from it she takes three black marbles... and drops them in her bag… from her bag she takes the two white marbles she deposited earlier. "This will slant the odds against you considerably, my love" And with this her eyes flick to the two boxes on the mantle. One box is creamy white and ornately carved ivory, holding his deepest desires. The other one is completely smooth and fashioned from the darkest ebony. That box holds her best torments.
Each morning, as he serves her coffee, they make a ritual of putting 10 white marbles and 10 black marbles into each of their bags. As the day progresses, for each thing he does exceptionally well, that she wishes to acknowledge, she will replace black with white in her bag… he holds the extras.. so that he may count with dread or anticipation as it may be. Each evening, she chooses a marble from her bag... the color denoting his fate for the evening. If it’s white… he gets to choose a reward from the white box... if it’s black… he is allowed to draw a punishment from the black box… suddenly his odds have diminished…..
She grasps his leash and roughly drags him to an iron cage near the foot of her bed. It is long enough for him to lie in, but too short to sit up in. She pushes him in the cage and says….. "I don’t have time to completely secure you, so you must behave." With that she slipped a hood over his head and ordered him to put his wrist outside the cage where she locked each gauntlet to a corner bar, leaving him laying on his back with his arms overhead…. this was going to be a rough time depending on her length of absence. "Think of me, my pet", she cooed dryly as he heard her storm out the door, leaving him to wonder just how long she would leave him this way….
For an hour and a half he laid there. Time passed but had no meaning for him. Without a way to judge, vision to see the sunlight or other implements, he had no way to know how long it had been. Sound was of no help either, though he had no blockage to his hearing, the stone walls gave no clues to him. His shoulders ached badly from being over his head for so long. He wondered how her mood would be when she returned, how she would respond to him. He had angered her by arousing her…. so much pleasure to be had…. always just out of reach, it seemed.
As much as he disliked her punishments, he knew they were necessary; they were reinforcements teaching him the way his Mistress wished him to act. Reactions would be difficult when she returned. By now he could no longer feel his arms. They would be like two dead weights when she freed him. He was grateful that he had passed the painful stage… the aching only existed in his shoulders now, but he was well aware of the pain he would feel when his blood starved muscles received greater attention. He decided it was best to think of something pleasurable or even pain from a different source, until he was freed. His throat was sore from lack of water and the unintentional low moans of exasperation… less from pain than displeasing his Mistress. Just a quick thought of pleasing her made his cock begin to twitch in delight.
Just as his thoughts began to dwell on the marbles, she arrived. The door burst open and he could hear her spike heeled boots clacking on the polished wooden floor. He could only guess, but he was fairly sure, knowing her as he did, as was his job to, that by the sound of her footfalls… she was happy. "There you are my Pet" she cried out, as if she’d had to search for him and had no clue where he’d been. "I’m so glad to be back in your company!"
He positively shivered hearing this… such a joyous statement from her! He heard the click of the key in the lock of his wrist before he felt it, straining to hear the second one… the little snick sound the locks made were music to his ears…. a sound he longed for, at least at her hands. As the second click came and he felt his wrists release, he remembered how much pain he’d been in, but was grateful that her mood was good. She pulled the hood from his head and before he could climb out of the cage, she was peppering his face with kisses.
She allowed him to climb out and stand to stretch. He does so with much flourish, noting that she watched with more than a little interest… her eyelids half mast and her breathing quickening just a bit. She reached out for him and turned him away from her. Her fingers deftly unbuckling the five buckles that kept him in his leather top. She reached around his chest with both hands caressing the leather and reaching up to hug him from behind she whispered huskily in his ear... "Prepare for me my Pet".
At these words he immediately began to undress, carefully laying his leathers on the chair, so as not to crease them. The sultry sound of her voice told him he was in store for something… good or bad for him, he could not yet ascertain. Once naked, except for his collar and gauntlets, he approached her. She was sitting on a divan near the fire and when he came to her he first bowed his head and then dropped to his knees, hands flat on the floor, exactly as he’d been taught. She reached up and stroked his head and then with one hand on the side of his face, she took the other and tilted his chin up so that he looked straight in her eyes. He saw so much in those eyes... so much that he needed to see.
She looked at him softly and said "Oh my sweet, you bring me so much happiness", and with that she parted her legs just enough to draw him close for the kisses she craved. When she was properly kissed and cuddled… she rose and bid him do the same by hooking a finger in his collar and pulling him up. She unfastened the clasp on her skirt and let it drop, stepping out of it so he could pick it up and lay it carefully with his leathers. This left her in nothing but her corset, silk underskirt and thigh high leather stilettos.
"Now, my pet, I wish to bathe, but first we have something to attend to. Assume your nightly position please!"
He quickly lay on the pile of furs in front of the fire, knowing just where to place his hands and feet. His Mistress knelt on the ground, reaching above him under the furs for the manacles kept there, ever waiting for his limbs. When not needed, they lay flat in metal recesses so as to stay hidden. These shackles were bolted to the floor and kept covered by furs until needed. She slowly ran her manicured nails up the underside of his outstretched arms, savoring the chills she saw her touch cause on his skin. She sat astride him, bouncing playfully for just a moment, feeling the effect she had on him and smiling. She stretched both her hands up first his right arm and then his left to snap the shackles closed and click the lock in place…she was sure she heard him sigh when she did so.
She put her face close to his, as if to kiss him, but when he reached for her, she laughed and pulled away. Then she flipped around, gracefully of course, to sit on him in reverse, facing his feet and kissed her way down each leg before once more snapping the iron bands on his ankles and securing the locks. She took a moment to close her eyes and slide his cock across her sex several times… quickening the pace as her breathing did the same. She didn’t mean to get so carried away… but he was her toy, was he not? Did she not choose him for his effect on her?
She hadn’t even allowed him to enter her, but the friction was more than either one could withstand. Through her haze she heard him groan and beg "Mistress! Please! Please may I come?" but she reached behind her and pinched his nipple hard, at the same time crying out "NO my pet you may not!" She pinched hard enough to hear him cry out in pain at the same time she cried out in ecstasy, jerking in pleasure, riding him and the waves of ecstasy until she could sit upright no longer, slowing her pace and finally collapsing next to him. She lay there spent for just a moment and then climbed on him once more sitting on his face and commanded him to clean her up…. this chore he did not like, but he wouldn’t think of complaining. He lapped at her obediently and so well, that he brought her to orgasm once more. If it hadn’t been for her persistent pulling of his hair, he might have thought she quite forgot about him and would suffocate him
After she came to her senses… after such pleasure…. she said, "Before I choose, my Pet, I must adjust the odds one more time, for your performance this evening has been outstanding!" With that, she took the bag, removed one black marble and added one white.
"Now my Pet… it is time to choose your destiny for this evening".
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