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To gild (cover lightly with) refined gold, to paint the Lily Chapter 1, Prolog It was least 2 years since Lily gave in to her inner desires and became totally submissive to her Master George. The time was irrelevant as the psychological and physical impact of their relationship was almost too much to fathom. She never thought being owned totally, mind and soul, by a malevolent master would make her lustful desires burn even higher. With every sexual adventure, torture and pleasure, she found herself becoming more of a spiritual individual and of her own uniqueness as a sexual being. Knowing no limits and anticipating the unknown, although scary, it excited her. These were her thoughts as she was leaving work and walking to her car. As she “beeped” her car lock she could feel her heart beat with anticipation, fear and excitement was awaiting at their home. As she buckled her seat belt, the click reminded her of her previous surrender. Her Master George gave Lily a hooded bondage mask covered her and head completely. While putting the car in gear and backing she could feel him tying the strings in the back snuggly and remembering the “” of the clasp as he secured the hood with its thick collar. With a , her body and soul was his. Maneuvering her car to the highway her mind continued to replay the exotic feelings, his hand holding the hoods blindfold against her eyes, the pressure, the feel of the straps being buckled in on each side of her head making it so tight and impossible to see. The incredible feeling as once again his hand came to her and covered her mouth with the ball and mouth piece and her tremendous willingness to submit as he tightly buckled the mouth piece on each side of her making it practically impossible for her to utter a noise above a whimper. Lily realized she was beginning to feel familiar tingle between her thighs and realized she had one of her hands fingering her clit. This can’t be happening she thought. My utter surrender and intense pleasure, how can it be so? Needless to say, she was on a rush to get home. She knew her Master was already home and had texted Lily he had a surprise for her. This meant he had bought her a new sex toy, some bondage device? Plus, an adventure already planned ! Lily started to rub her inner thighs harder and faster. This is too dangerous she thought, I’m driving and my sexual fantasizes are driving insane, she could feel herself becoming more and more moist from her thoughts and self-manipulation. It was true, her Master took care of her and protected her. She had a special safe word and he would stop and be caring when she used it. Always understanding. Was it love? Was it sex? Why did her body and mind succumb to this sexually obedient lifestyle? All she knew is she didn’t care and didn’t want it to stop, neither did her Master. Master George knew her limits but would always take her just a bit beyond them, plummeting her deeper into the darker side of sex and understanding of herself. It was like he was setting her soul free. As Lily drove up the driveway she shuddered with anticipation. Once inside the house, she knew the adventure was underway. The house was only lit by burning candles which made it even more eerie and menacing. Master George was no where to be seen. Lily could feel her heart beat even faster as she made her way to the bedroom. Having worked all day and masturbating in the car, she wanted to change into something more comfortable. Her mind was going crazy wondering where Master George was. She started to whisper, Master George, it’s me, your Lily, I’m here for you! Please come and take me, she spoke softly; however, there was no answer. Although she knew she had nothing to fear, she slowly made her way into the bedroom. She crept quietly, nervously she crept to the closet doors, taking off her clothes and tossing them into the basket. Still nervous about what Master George had planned, she stood naked and reached into her closet for a blouse. When suddenly… Chapter 2, Appetizer Nervously, Lily reached into her closet with her right arm. She was standing naked at the closet door. She could see the blouse she wanted on the hanger. The blouse was dangling down from the hanger on the pole. However, just as she was about to grab the hanger, she felt cold steel wrap and clip around her wrist. Her hand was pulled down by a someone whose strength was greater than hers. They spun her around crisscrossing her arms behind her back. With hardly any time to think of what was happening both hands were clamped into cold steel rings Lily could feel cold chains extending from the rings wrapping around behind her. Quickly the chains extended the length of her legs and additional rings were clamped on both ankles, one ring each. The man stood up and faced her, it was her Master. He smiled, slyly and reached down between her legs and grabbed the chain behind them and pulled the chain forward. Lily’s hands and feet were shackled and connected. Being pulled by the chain, it forced her body forward against his. She could feel the cold chain rubbing against her clit and wet pussy that she could feel dripping ever so slightly down her legs. Because Lily’s hands and feet were chained together she couldn’t move her arms were crisscrossed in front of her and she could only move her feet inches. Whatever move she made the chain between her rubbed between her legs and made her ache with pain and pleasure. Master George, still holding the chain tightly, he moved his head towards her till their cheeks met. He slowly slid is cheek against hers and his breath made her tremble. Whispering in her ear he said, “Welcome Home” and chuckled maniacally. He pulled the chains harder and struggling to stay standing, Lily was led helplessly across the room towards the bed. Master George tugged chain between her legs, once again forcing her body against his. The cold leather and chain Bikers vest he wore pressed against her naked body so intensified her feelings, her mind felt as if it went numb and only wanted to be owned. Master George grabbed and tugged at Lily’s hair and push her head forward until their lips met. They immediately started to kiss. Master George began to bite her tongue. Clamping his teeth down on it, he would pull his head back, stretching Lily’s tongue out of her mouth! With his teeth still clamped on her tongue, he chuckled under his breath. Lily didn't care, she only wanted to please, her body and will abandoned her and she was helpless to his will. Letting her tongue go he once again whispered in her ear, “we’re going to play and then I’m going to fuck you like the bitch you are!” Lily could feel herself about to cum and just looked into her Master’s glistening blue eyes, it was hypnotizing, like falling into an abyss and not ever wanting to come out. Never letting go of her hair he pulled her lips against his; however, he didn’t kiss them. Instead he began biting them! While he was biting Lily’s lips he reached behind him and pulled something out of his pockets. Lily couldn’t see what it was, her eyes were closed as the gnawing on her lips sent ripples of intense sensations through her brain. The pain was piercing as the nipple clamps bit down on her erect nipples. A cold chain ran from each clamp. Another chain extended down and he clipped it to the chains around her arms. Now when she moved, not only did the chain between her legs rub her, the nipple clamps would tug and pull at her nipples. Plus, the chains were icy cold, for her Master kept them in the freezer! With this Lily came, screaming “OH MY GOD!” She could feel water gushing down her leg and she started breathing heavily trying to catch her escaping breath. A shudder went down her spine as she realized her mistake and it was a bad to to without asking permission. Her Master bit hard on her lip, almost causing it to bleed. He, aggressively, pulled her hair back and said angrily, “did you ask permission to .” Lily, sadly apologized, I’m sorry Master, even though she knew her words were useless. Her master was displeased and punishment was coming. Although it was going to hurt, she looked forward to it. Master George walked over to his duffle bag and pulled a large leather whip. He snapped it in the air a few times. The crisp snap excited her and her spin tingled in both fear and anticipation of it’s sharp bite that would mark her naked flesh, as her flesh belonged to him. The sting of the whip bit into her like a nail gun shooting spikes into wood. Again, and again he snapped the whip until her now red, marked, naked ass stung all over. Master George took the whip and rubbed it’s long length between her trembling legs. He then began to toy with her body with it. He wrapped it around her waist, pulling it so tight she could barely breath. Slowly he slithered it up her body and around her breasts. He took the frayed tip and tickled her without mercy. So many emotions Lily was feeling, her mind was exploding. Finally, he wrapped the whip around her neck, he pulled it tight, Lily couldn’t catch her breath. He pulled her closer, kissed her on the lips and then released her. Lily was gasping for air. She was choking struggling with the chains and bindings pulling at her clamped nipples and shackled body. Having marked her, the bad , he Laid the whip down on the bed, Master George told her, never without asking for permission. Lily shook her head yes in acknowledgement, a single tear dripping down her cheek. Master George returned to biting her lips. Slowly he made his way down her body, nibbling all of her flesh. She could feel another orgasm about to burst through her throbbing clit. “Oh Master” she cried I need to , please may I for you! OH God PLEASE!!! Her Master, still biting her breasts ordered her to hold it in and wait. She cried and begged again “Please Master, I have to please let for you.” “Ok, you worthless slobbering Bitch!” Lily felt a volcanic explosion between her legs as she came. She cried and tried to grab something but her bindings wouldn’t let her. As she screamed her Master pulled her hands forward, pulling the chains around her body sending pain and pleasure throughout her, making her orgasm even more mind numbing. She stood there trembling from the explosion within her. She didn’t know what was going to come next, she knew it wasn’t over but only the appetizer. Lily didn’t know how much she could take, but she didn’t care. Chapter 3. The games underway. Lily had never been chained like this before. The four sectioned handcuffs were the new toy she was promised, hands, ankles waist, all chained together with piercing nipple claps connecting. She slumped over, knowing she loved them, they were hers and she was his pleasure , a toy for him to use. Trying to stand was proving harder and harder for her. Although she knew what was coming would probably be more intense, she just trembled, because she know she was right. Master George slowly removed all of her bindings and rubbed her sore spots. He loved to wear leather during their sex and the coldness of it seeped into her body sending chills of surrender. Having removed her from imprisonment he led her to a chair. Lily knew this chair very well for she had been strapped to it many times and used in many ways. Master George sat her down and rubbing his hands along her breasts he maneuvered himself behind her. Lily could hear him pulling his leather and metal straps and bindings, but which ones, what for, Lily thought. It didn’t take long before her Masters hand was clenching her throat and she could feel the leather collar being strapped on tight. The collar has metal loops on it for snapping on various other toys or devices. As she was trying to get her breathing control, he strapped leather restraints to both of her wrists and clamped them together behind the back of the chair. Lily startled when he grabbed her forehead and pulled it back, she could hear him clamping something to her collar. He pulled it down and clamped it to her wrist restraints. Finally, he took more leather restraints and hooking her ankles to the front legs of the chair he pulled a chain from them to the back and hooked it to her wrist restraints. Lily couldn’t move. Her head was connected to her wrists and they were connected to her ankles. Being in this new position excited her. She could still move her knees about and moving them tickled her inner thighs and familiar rush signaled the start of an orgasm made her smile. However, she thought too soon as has Master strapped her knees to the sides of the chair and Lily was completely immobile, naked and every part of her but her ass was vulnerable. Never knowing what he would do next or she’d be commanded to do was so psychologically intense, she couldn’t explain it. Never before had she had these feelings or sensations. Lily started to thank her Master but before the words could leave her mouth it was stopped by a large ball he pressed into her mouth. As she clenched her teeth around it, her master fastened straps behind her head, pressing the ball harder into her mouth. Her Master was an expert at psychological torture and she was afraid of what he might do next. However, afraid, she wanted it. She heard a familiar low humming, a small vibrator bud. When her Master slid it along her inner thigh she winched. Slowly she wiggled and pulled at her restraints as he slid into her already soaked vagina. Her Master had traveled around Northern America, Europe and Japan. Not only did he study the culinary history of these cultures, he also immersed himself into the Kinkier world. He would always tell me, we Americans are tame to what goes on overseas and perhaps someday I’ll be ready. Master George patted her on the head. He toyed with the mouth gag to make sure I could breathe and/or it was in tight enough. Chuckling he started slapping my breasts. It stung and I didn’t like the way they pulled at my body, but I didn’t want him to stop. He grabbed them a couple times and slapped them once more. Turning away he walked over to the bed I was facing. I couldn’t tell what he was doing at first but soon I saw he was setting up a small fold up coffee table? What the Fuck, I thought. He walked back over to me and looking into my eyes, with sly grin of his, told me he’d be back in lest then 20 seconds. Being alone and completely confined for even a second seemed like a millennium. However, true to his word he was back quickly. One of his rules was you should never leave someone alone, helpless for too long. He sat on the bed and brought a long black box with knobs on both ends and a small bottle of what looked like was oil. It was hard to really see in the dark room. The bouncing lights from the candles cast an eerie personification of evil everywhere. My Master was wearing his full bondage head mask. However, he never put the blindfolds or gags in his mouth, they were only for me. I loved his black leather vest over his shoulders. He only wore it when he was riding his cycle or riding me. During our sex he sometimes wore rough, beaten up, dingy, wholly jeans, one pocket in the back was so ripped he couldn’t keep anything in it. I asked him about it once and he just chuckled and said, “ was the one got away.” I knew he was really going full effect because he was wearing his big heavy leather and metal riding boots. He looked like a tattered and turn burglar down on his luck and would stop at nothing to get his prize and I was it. The Senses of fear and excitement continued to mount inside of me. But what was he doing with that box. Then I saw him slowly pull something out from behind his back. It was long and metal and the reflections dancing off it looked like hellfire! As I focused harder through the bouncing flames of light, I could see it was, OMG, his Asian knife! On one of his trips back from Japan he brought back some long thin knifes from a local shop there. They were very long, thin and he kept them very sharp. They’d slice through meat like butter. It was his favorite one. Although I never measured it, I’m assuming it was least 8 inches long, possible longer. The handle was also long and made of wood. I could see he knew how to use it as he swished it through the air like a Samurai preparing for battle. My thoughts started to make squirm. I couldn’t move and not being able to move, made squirm even more. The vibrator inside of was causing a succession of small orgasms throughout my body I couldn’t control. I could see through the flickering lights and shadows he enjoyed watching squirm. He seemed kind and evil the same time. He took pleasure in my frightened state. He opened the lid of the box and it was his sharpening stone. This was a long triangle device with handles on each end. There were three bases formed a triangle, one was a coarse stone, one a medium and one very fine. This is what he said kept his knifes in such great condition. I sat there and watched him. He oiled the first stone and tilting his knife, holding the handle with one hand and putting pressure on the blade began slide it along the stone, methodically. I counted his strokes, he was going slow, purposefully for my anguish. I counted 9 strokes on each side of the blade. He repeated this one more time. I didn’t care or knew what he was going to do. I was fixated on the flickering flames and images of satanic creatures flashing from the fire’s reflection off the blade. Finished with the first side of the stone. Proudly, he held his knife in the air and checked his handiwork. Somehow, being bound, unable to speak and being forced to orgasm from the vibrator made me want even more pain. I almost wanted him to finish quickly and take me and do whatever he wanted, I didn't care. The anticipation was worse then the restraints. He continued with the second stone, repeating everything. I found it hard to swallow and saliva was dripping down my and conjoining with the pool of my own between my thighs. Finished with the third side of the stone, he tested the sharpness with his finger and smiled. Master came over to me waving the knife slowly in the air, twirling it in circles. He saw me glance the first aid kit on the corner table. He said, “don’t worry kitten, I doubt we’ll need this.” He’s always careful I convinced myself. I could see the blade closer now as he brought it into my view. The devilish flickers of the candle light made it even more menacing. He turned the dull side towards my cheek and brought it closer until I could feel the cold steel press in. He flattened the cold flat blade and slowly moved it around my cheek and down to my neck. I started to squirm. He quickly put his strong hand around my throat and squeezed tightly. He warned me not to struggle or I might get hurt. I froze in fear, but I wanted him to continue. My fear was fueling my orgasms and It was painful to remain still, but I did as I was told. I could feel the sharp edge of the blade across my breast as he slowly and carefully moved it up and down like a barber with a straight edge. He grabbed one of my bulging nipples, pinching and pulling until it couldn’t go any further. How close of a shave do you want my kitten, he almost purred. I couldn’t say a word with the gag on. He continued to move the razor-sharp knife up and down my breast, only a couple of nicks, he sterilized and bandaged. Each time he’d wipe down his blade with alcohol until he had tortured both of my breasts. I didn’t know how much more I could take. Rubbing the blade with his cloth he said, it looks like you need a shave and he looked down at my thighs. OMG, he’s going to shave me with that thing! Although Lily kept herself trimmed, there was room for a closer shave. Surely Master won’t use this sadistic Asian weapon to save me, Lily thought. However, she also knew she wanted him to try. More and more she was becoming addicted to this lifestyle, the submission, the torment, the intense pleasure. Her Master took his hands and messaged her. She knew he could feel how wet she was with the pool of saliva, and sweat she was soaked in. He kept the knife held so I could see it. When he was ready, he quickly sent the point of the knife down and stuck it into the chair between my legs and started to chuckle. I must have turned white with fear as I froze up pulling with all of my might against my restraints. I knew for sure he was going to shave and I wasn’t about to move. He chuckled and dragged the dull edge of the knife around and played with my lips with it. Psychologically, I was a wreck, I wanted him either to do it or stop, I couldn’t take the "not knowing" any longer. He finally chuckled again, patted on the head and told I was a good kitten and he walked away. I was exhausted, I was shaking from the<b> multiple orgasms. </font></b>The psychological fear and torment melted in my mind as I continued to fantasize, I was in a part of hell with devils and demons dancing and laughing me, their toy for the evening. I watched as he put everything away, cleaned up and I sat there, dripping, exhausted and shaking, bound, immobile, waiting for the next round. Chapter 4, Addicted to sex. The conclusion... soon... |
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Very hot!! Very erotic, I enjoyed it very much
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5/6/2019 3:52 pm |
Thanks, I've got to work on the ending. I'm open for suggestions
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