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MissDDT -> Ribbons & Pain (8/2/2009 10:59:04 AM)
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For weeks, they had been talking about an upcoming ball. Here and there, any where Heather went she heard them speaking of the big event. Excitement filled the air around her, but her own heart knew none of the excitment or joy she could see in the faces of the others.If this ball was such an important event, why had Master not spoken to her regarding? All of the other girls were giddy with delight as they shared how their Sirs had brought them pretty clothes to wear and had made plans to attend.As the others talked, Heather kept the brilliant smile on her face, but her own heart was sinking. Something this important, Master simply would not miss and it was clear that she would not be the girl on his arm for the evening. When anyone asked her about the ball, she would give the right responses and seem happy, but no one would see how sad she really was.Later that evening, she sat on the floor near his feet, trying to concentrate on the words that swam in unshed tears. It seemed to be a losing battle and when she sniffled for the second time, she felt his hand on the back of her head, gently petting her hair. "Little One, are you catching a cold." She dare not a word, only shook her head, and then rested her cheek against his knee. If he saw her tears, he would want to know about them, and to have to tell him of her hurt would be more humiliation than she could possibly bear."Heather" her name from his lips was like honey to her ears. This time there would be no escape, she would have to speak. She lifted her head, blinking back the tears and met his eyes. "Come here" came his soft command. Her eyes fell away from his face, and she moved to sit on his lap burying her face against his neck. "What's wrong Little One".The care and concern in his voice as her undoing and the tears came unbidden and unchecked. The whole story came tumbling out and by the time she was done, he held her close, stroking her back."If I have displeased you, Sir. Please give me another chance to make things right. I can make you proud, I swear it."He took her tear soaked face into his hands and lifted her face gently to place a gentle kiss on her forehead and pulled her body closer to him. There was that deep rumble of gentle laughter in his chest, which only made her cry more. "Little One, I have not mentioned the ball because I was waiting to surprise you." His fingers soothed over her back, calming and reassuring her of his affections."Tomorrow evening, when I get home, we will be going to the ball, so be prepared." He gathered her short red locks in his hands and gave a firm pull, drawing her face back to his. His lips claimed her mouth, drawing a tremble from her body, and desire to well from her very soul.Heather slept well that night, curled in the protective embrace of her Master. Visions of the beautiful gowns she had heard the others describe floated through her mind and upon waking she found a new thrill. He was already gone, which was rare. Master usually woke her to help him dress, very rarely did he leave her sleeping. Quickly she rose from his bed and completed her chores. She wanted everything to be perfect less something ruin his good mood, and that simply would not do.He would be home by 6:00 so around 4:00 pm, she drew a hot bath, and allowed herself the luxury of soaking in the rose water. The fragrance heady and relaxing. As she lay back against the cool porcelain, she found herself thinking of his touch, of the way his lips felt on her neck, her throat, the way it felt when his teeth took hold of her nipple. A little gasp escaped her at that thought, and she found that her own fingers had wandered to the swollen nipple, pinching caressing and massaging it so that it stood up proudly. Then the other was given the same care and attention. Soon she found her fingers playing over her jealous clit, rubbing herself to a near frenzy, but stopping just shy of release. Master had never to this point denied her self-pleasure, but tonight was such a special occassion that she was unwilling to risk being caught, risk his displeasure.The rose scent held tight to her skin as she stepped from the bath. The think towel was wrapped around her body as she moved to her dressing table. Since he had not told her what she would wear, she would have to wait for his return, but she could do her make up and hair. That was always easy. Sir liked for her to look fresh and un-made up, so very little makeup was actually applied. Since her hair was short, she spend sevearl minutes curling the short locks so that a cascade of curl kissed the back of her neck. Tiny white flowers finished the look. Since there was still at least 20 minutes before he would be home, she slipped into the sheer robe, the only one she was allowed to wear in his presence and went to curl on the couch to read.Master was nothing if not prompt, at 6:00 sharp the door was opened, and he was greeted with the site of his Little One curled on the sofa, her eyes closed. The book hadn't been that good and Heather had fallen asleep.The sheer silky material had fallen open, revealing her lightly tanned skin to his eyes, not that much would be hidden had it not fallen open. He liked to watch her sleep. He would lay beside her for hours, just watching the peaceful rise and fall of her chest. Now though, there was not time for such. So without waking his beauty, he moved to the dungeon and laid out all the items needed.White corset top, long skirt with lay upon layer of silk that would still let the barest hint of her body be seen, black and white ribbons, the lace color with the onxy stone at the throat and the staples and gun. That dark smile played over his face as he returned to her.To wake his sleeping beauty, he took her nipple into his mouth, biting it hard enough to wake her and at the same moment slipped his fingers between the silky wet folds of her pussy.Heather stirred, then gasped and then reached out to touch him, stopping just short of caressing his face, without his permission. Once he was sure she was fully awake, and fully arroused, he slipped his free arm around her back, moved the other arm so that it was under he knees and growled "Put your arms around me Little One." Doing as she was told, she let her forehead rest against his neck. Once in the dungeon, she looked around to see what her Master, her Lover had in store. When her eyes rested on the staple gun, her heart skipped a beat, and instantly she once again hid her face. She was placed on the suspended platform that swung from the ceiling, and he lifted her face to look at him. "Little One, you will be the most beautiful girl at the ball. Now hold out your arms." She lifted her arms and watched as he slipped the thin straps over her body and then pulled the corset tight around her. "Lay down, Little One. Be very still." He helped her to lay on her stomach.For several mintues he ran his hands over her flesh, sending a tingle of excitement through her body. She waited, hardly able to breath, until she felt his loving smack across her bare bottom. "Thank you Sir" she whispered, knowing he would hear her gratitude. Several more slaps came, each followed by the loving caress of the other hand. It didn't take long before she was in such need of her Master, but she knew it would be a very long night before/if she knew the ectasy of his taking her.The corset was pulled tight with hooks to hold it in place. She heard the staples being loaded and held her breath. He was at her ear. "Are you afraid Little One?" The question made her more afraid than anything else. "Yes Sir, but I know you will take care of me" It was the right response as it earned her a caress against her cheek.The first staple was place at the top of her spin, causing her to gasp, but she fought the need to move. Twelve more staples, one down each side catching the gromets of the corset and holding them in place, were placed. The pain exquisite. For several long moments, there were no words spoken. He let her settle into the pain before he began lacing the black and white ribbons through the corset as well. Once all the ribbons were in place, the pulling of the staples against her skin lessened. Across her back black and white ribbon crisscrossed against her flesh, the affect breathtaking when she was given the mirror to see what he had done.Still without a word, he wrapped the long skirt around her body, bringing it together in the front. It was split so that nothing was hidden from view. She blushed realizing she was so bare, but then he brought her a pair of black panties with little sparkling crystals and held them for her to step into. A pair of ballet slippers were placed on her feet, again with alternating black and white ribbion criscrossd around her ankle and up her thigh. Before he stood, he swept the thin panty garment aside, and pressed the vibrating egg deep inside her and tested the button. With a gasp, she shuddered. A soft smile playing across her face, while loving eyes looked down to him. "Thank you Sir." She softly whispered.When he stood, he caressed her cheek and then reached for the white lace collar. He placed it around her neck and then tied it just tight enough to hold it in place. He stepped back to admire his creation and then smiled, but said not a word. He began removing his clothing and she took a tentative step forward "Sir, will you allow me to serve you?" When he smiled and nodded she moved quickly, noting for the first time how the staples pulled with every move. This caused her to slow her movements, to move more like a dream.He was undressed, her fingers longing to play over his body as they had so many times before, but he denied her, citing the time. He went to shower and when he returned he allowed her to help him with his attire. The black pants that held his body like a glove and the vest that showed off his massive shoulders. It would be a most interesting evening and she was very proud to be the one on his arm.......
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