….she continues crawling around the room lighting the candles that line the room, having had to be reminded by Him she hurries so that she does not displease Him any more. The room slowly growing more and more illuminated as one by one the remaining candles flicker to light from the matches in her trembling hands. Never before has she failed to remember any detail of preparation and only a time or two has she seen Him angry or displeased, her body still trembling from the tone He used when He found the preparations incomplete and she knows she does not wish that tone again from Him. Lighting the last of the candles she quickly crawls back to Him, kneeling quietly in Nadu before Him, waiting for some sign that His ire has passed. Quietly the time passes, her eyes lowered but able to discern that His gaze is still upon her as He sips the tea that rests at the side of His chair. Usually His gaze warms her from the inside out but this time she still trembles as the soft clatter of His cup returning to the saucer jolts her mind back from the replay of her error. Her eyes jump to it and then quickly lower back down, waiting some instruction or word from Him.

“kajira…” His voice finally rings down, stern but not as harsh as it had sounded to her earlier “One is displeased that she forgets instructions……but….” His tone softening “as it is the first time in such a very long time she has shown any fault in her tasks, He is willing to let it go.” His tone elevating again briefly “Provided”……”she performs well in her next task”. Her body relaxing for a moment in relief but then the full sentence reaches her ears and she tenses again, unsure what now is in store for her.

“go to the closet kajira, bring out the long, royal blue bag. Yes the one that He has told her not to touch so many times before.” Her mind suddenly filled with question and curiosity as she turns and quickly moves to the closet. Her hand reaching to the silver colored knob and turning to, hearing the familiar click of the latch releasing she swings the door open, peering into the space beyond. The bag resting in the back left corner, she reaches in and pulls its weight to her. Sounds of metal clanking gently with in reach her ears and the weight of the bag sends her mind racing with thoughts and wonder as she quickly carries it back to His feet. Laying it down with a few clanks she resumes her Nadu position and watches Him quietly as He rises from His chair.

His hands grasping the bag open the outer pocket first, slipping out a small silken sleeping mask and lays it across the arm of His chair. Zipping open the rest of the bag, She watches from her lowered eyes as a bar, some 3 feet in width with leather cuffs attached to each end is withdrawn and laid out in front of her, noting the scribbling of WRISTS etched into the bar. A second bar is slipped from the bag and laid out below the first…this one bearing ANKLES upon it. Her mind filling with thoughts of just how vulnerable she could be if placed in such things and her body quivers both in fear and in trusting delight. Again He reaches to the bag withdrawing a much smaller bar, but the leather cuffs much larger and He lays this one down between the two others. She scans this one cautiously for a moment till the word THIGHS is descried upon it. Her eyes jump back to the bags opening as He withdraws a wide leather belt with ringlets attached in various places, and sets it down beside the rest. Finally He up ends the back and T/they watch as several chains slip from its darkness into the flickering candle light.

His hands reaching to the arm of the chair, grasping the mask and then softly concealing her brilliant eyes with it as He ties it firmly about her head, pausing to feel the silken softness of her hair. Her sight now darkened from the mask the rest of her senses tingling as they compensate. She hears Him picking up yet another item and then feels the coolness of the leather belt wrapping firmly around her tummy. She hears the clink of chains moving and then feels Him attaching one to the front of the belt and then another to the back, feeling the coldness of the metal chains caressing the cheeks of her rounded ass as they dangle across her warm flesh.

Her wrists locked into the cuffs of the wrist bar, she squirms a bit a the growing sensation of vulnerability, savoring both the sweetness and the slight hint of fear welling with in her. Her heat growing rapidly between her thighs as the command to stand fills her ears. Off balance just a little from the mask she rises, steadied by His firm grasp. She feels the chain in front of her hooked to the bar holding her arms so far apart and then the large leather cuffs locked around her thighs just above her knees. Her sex open now to His gaze and the feel of the cool room air blowing across her swelling sex. Swiftly she feels her ankles locked into their own bar and her legs firmly parted. She stands quivering before His eyes yet unable to see them, only hearing His soft breathing and gentle footsteps as He circles her slowly. His fingers drawing across the back of her rounded ass firmly then up her side and under her sighing breasts. His touch lighting the fire with in her more and more. The command to kneel filters through all the thoughts racing through her mind and she quickly drops to her knees, feeling open and on display all the more for Him now. She feels His fingers run down the small of her back, cupping the chain that dangles, drifting into the soft cleavage of her ass, then hears the chain snapped into place on the bar between her thighs. Then another chain snapped into place on the bar between her ankles and feeling the tug of it being attatched to the back of the belt as well.

She hears Him move about infront of her again. The sweet feeling of being at His every whim melting her more as she feels her slave heat building and moistening all the more as He takes the bar between her wrists and raises it up over her head, snapping it into something from above, she feels the bar supported above her now and her inability to lower it back down now if she wanted. With increasing pace her breasts heave more and more in anticipation of all that He might have instore for her and yet needing with in herself to ensure He is as pleased with her as possible.

She hears the sound of the leather of His chair squeaking softly as He sits back into it, She can feel the heat of His gaze, how His eyes travel down her arms, across her flushed face, down across her breasts as her nipples harden for Him. The heat traveling down her tummy and across her swollen slave heat making her pulse and throb even more. She bites her lower lip softly, trying not to let on how much she is enjoying pleasing Him. "Liking this are you my kajira?" she hears. "No matter if you are or not, One has much more in store as the night goes", sounds unfamiliar to her echo with His words as she hangs listening, needing Him to be pleased and feeling her own need welling.

She hears Him rise from the chair after minutes of His silent scruitiny. His footsteps growing close and she feels His body so close in front of her. She feels a softness touch first one of her hands then the other as He commands her to open her hands palms up. Quietly she obeys and opens them upwards only to feel the softness come to rest in each palm. "With in your hands are a rose petal. Each one important to your task now so be gentle with them, do not allow them to fall or be crumpled kajira".

...can she clutch the petals with out droping or crushing them....whist the remainder of the rose softly circles her highly exposed breasts.....circling high and then slipping to her cheeks....the scent wafting to her nostrils as the soft tingles remain upon her warmed flesh can her hands remain controlled enough as the flower in His hands lifts to her upraised arms and slowly tantalizes its way down her soft arms drawing slowly across the back of her neck....and down the curvature of her spin...down over the belt..and circling her rounded ass before sliding up a side....all the while her sight dark from the mask and only able to feel His presence and the rose petals against her feeling how it slips around in front again....tracing softly back and forth to the soft underside of her breasts....rising right up to and then skiping over her hardening nipple only to retrace a similiar path down over the other breast
sliding down ...fliting from side to side as it passed down past the belt..and down her thigh....sliding all the way inside and then all the way to the outside until reaching the bar and cuffs that hold her thighs so open feeling the softness of the petal tracing around the edges of the cuff and then sliding down the leg further....widening her sense of feel as it lowers down closer and closer to the bar holding her ankles so caressing the cuff that binds her ankle all the way around..and then nothing for a moment...on her breathing increasing
the flower returning to the other ankle cuff suddenly her body tensing at its sudden return and its softness tracing up her leg...slowly rising higher..her hands fighting not to clutch the flower petals to tightly as the flower reaches the thigh cuff tracing around behind it completely .....rising slowly up the back of her trapped thigh...the darkness of her sight no longer even in her mind as the flower reaches the curvature of her ass....tracing back and forth along the curvature of each cheek...then back down the inside her thigh....nearly grazing her swollen sex as it slips between her thighs from behind and begins its agonizingly pleasurable journy down caressing every possible inch of her now heated, trembling flesh...as the flower reaches the thigh cuff again

the coolness of the rooms air occasionally drifting across her swollen damp sex as the flower slips to the other inner thigh...and rises slowly up....how tightly her hands clutch to the petals....to tight? the flower rises up her inner thigh...grazing her softness with its own as it draws closer and closer to the kajiras throbing sex. The petals stopping so very close....she can feel them nearly touching her there as her body wants to push closer..

"not just yet kajira"...and the flower slips away from her own....

the flower returning to her nipple...pressed more firmly now..encompassing her the hardness of her nipple now completely as she feels it twirling around and arund
slipping back away just a little and thrusting back over her aching nipple letting the soft coolness of the petals wrap her hot aching nipple delicately...
before slipping up her arm again...underneath slowly as it rises up to her wrist tracing her trembling hand...knowing that one of its own petals is trapped with in her grasp, is it crushed or safe?....and then sliding down her arm again....reaching her shoulder circling the softness of her shoulder before tracing across the hollow of her throat...and then to her other shoulder...
and slipping down her side before pressing firmly over the other aching nipple....
the flower twirling in place..its petals taunting and caressing her tender flesh it pulses back and forth away from her nipple trapping and releasing it from their silky smooth caresses over and over. it slips down her cleavage teasing her flesh until it reaches the belt again...tracing back and forth along the fringes of the leather across the upper fringe..out to her side..and then down to the bottom fringe..and tracing back into her center. the flowers soft petals caressing her tummy as they circle down lower..and lower...
the gentleness of the petals clutched in her hands drinking in the moisture of her grip, as the flower comes to rest just above her sex....pausing for a moment as she trembles....
then starting down the crease of her thigh....down along one swollen lip of her slave heat...letting its heat clash against the coolness of the flower its petals tauntingly close to the nectar of her sex....but just as far away still slipping all the way down inside her thighs, parted so sweetly by the bars and cuffs, and crossing quickly over her, to the other side
Her body trembling at its touch.....her hands gripping and ungripping as she fights to control them from crushing the petals.....
her senses afire with the softness..and darkness
the feelings of her body on display and so vulnerable...
but so safe....
so needy…
the flowers petals drawing up the crease of the other thigh...again its petals grazing her swollen sex
His words barely echoing into her ears as the flower slips over...she can feel it hovering just above her throbbing clit....feeling her own nectar coating her obedient thighs......

" soon kajira, very soon...she pleases Him with her control of herself"


she feels the flower slip away for a moment and the sound of something being dragged across the floor infront of her.....feeling it before her in her darkness....then the softness of the flower pressing against her trembling sex more firmly...its petals wrapping around her and filling her parted sex just enough as she hangs there before it.


"do not move kajira"


she hears His footsteps slipping away some....but the softness of the flower still resting against her..she wonders how..and yet cares not...lost in the sensation of the softness against her and her inability to do anything about it
Her whole body afire from the sensation of the softness of the flower, clashing aganist the strenght of the bars binding and exposing her so fully
the trembling of her body causing her to sway forward and back just a little in her bonds, pressing the flower more to her and back again.....
sending shivers of need and lust through her body...her very desire hanging upon the edge just as she is she hears His footsteps returning and His words congradulating her on her self control....but to show Him now the petals in her hands...
can she?
are they safe?
was her mind so lost in softness?
was it lost in the darkness of desire?
her trembling hands open slowly as her swaying brushes the flower more and more across her pulsing clit....her whole body so nerved.....
she hangs trembling quietly ...unsure of the state of the petals

"well kajira......"
"One had high hopes for her .....”
" and as is her norm...she has not failed Him....you please Me”
she feels His hand upon her hair...
reaching for the straps of the mask as her body rocks genty against the flower still
the light of the room greets her eyes....her eyes search quickly...finding His and lowering in need and happiness that she has pleased Him
her body so very nearly shuddering but only tensing and quivering...knowing she has not been given permission
her eyes lowered..she now sees the chair between her and infront of her..the rose in a sturdy vase....
His hand trailing down her cheek...its warmth tracing across her lips before startig down her throat softly
the flowers softness feeling so strong , nearly grinding against her...and still He with holds
her lips trembling....her body aquiver as His fingers trace down between her breasts....
"are you ready kajira?"
"ready to please Him even more?"
His hand rushing down to the belt....
tracing upper and lower fringe at the same time as His face rests so close to her neck
His fingers pushing down...slowly...
closer and closer....parting and surrounding her sex with out touching her
then lifting away....her eyes glazing from His near touch and the flowers caresses
her moans deep in her throat....
the whimpers competeing with the trembling of her tenderly suspended body
as His hand pushes the chair back and He steps fully infront of her....
the flower lifted from its vase
He places the flower in her hair and then gently removes the petals from her hands
letting her see them still unharmed in His palm
the back of His fingers tracing down her tummy
the petals restings
in His palm as the fingers part and trace out around her dripping sex
coming back together at the base of her slave heat...His fingers pressing the petals to her sex...
"now kajira....
His fingers and palm trapping her aching clit with the soft petals....thier pressure and softness softly rolling across her clit sending the final surge into her.....
her body shudders and shakes instantly upon His touch as the petals grind firmly to her dripping sex...
the cries slipping from her lips echoing back to both their ears as her body quivers and thrusts against His palm
her body so alive with fire and sense
she shudders and contorts in her bonds for how long she knows not...
until her energy drained she goes limp
her breathing so deep and rapid
her whole body numb with fire and delight
His hands releasing the wrist bar from the rope that holds it up and catching her in His arms ..He lowers her to His lap....holding her tenderly as He releases the other bonds....her body so weak ...so numb....so alive......she drifts off in His arms.

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