#7 ~ A Dash of Fantasy

1 Nov

“Head to the floor,” Sir Evan says.  Naomi obeys immediately.

Since she is kneeling, this raises her ass, exposes it so Wendy can obey Sir Evan’s first order, “Three.”

And Wendy wastes no time.

The first slash of the crop lands in the middle of Naomi’s ass, bridging both cheeks.  Her asshole tightens around the dildo securely lodged there, and she cries out.  The next two strokes criss cross in that same area.

Now she has three sets of marks, one set of three across her lower thighs, one low on her ass ~ on the sit spot ~ and now one in the middle area.  All three groupings sting.

She rests for a moment, head down, and then she feels hands on her shoulders as Sir Daniel helps her sit back up, on her knees, rocking back on her heels.

She looks up at Sir Evan.  She had disobeyed Him, spoken without being told to, and had paid for the mistake.  Now He looks at her and she thinks that His eyes are kind, and yet He is capable of such swift judgment and punishment.

She wants only to please Him.

“The rule,” He says, “is that you don’t speak until I direct you to.  When I ask you a question, you formulate your response, think about what you want to say, and wait for me to tell you to speak.  Is that clear now?”

She almost does it again ~ almost says, “Yes, Sir,”  but remembers ~ and then almost bites her lower lip to hold the response back,  but remembers ~ in the nick of time ~  that this is forbidden too.  Only an inarticulate sound escapes her, and Sir Evan smiles.

“It’s not easy,” He says.  “Most of the slaves i’ve trained have learned a specific strategy or two to keep from blurting out their responses.  You will too, I’m sure.  And you’re very open, very easy to read.  That will be helpful.”

He grins, “Helpful for me, anyhow.  Now, is the rule clear?  Speak, slut.”

Naomi has been listening attentively, all her senses focused on Sir Evan, but when He says, “Speak, slut,” and He says it in the tone one might use with a pet, a dog perhaps, she is flooded with shame, and can barely frame the words in her mind.  “Yes, Sir, it’s clear,” that’s all she needs to say, and yet the words won’t come out.

He is watching, like a cat watches a mouse.  Smiling slightly.

It seems forever, but she is able to do it, to open her mouth and say, “Yes, Sir, it is clear, Sir.”

Sir Evan nods His approval, and she is filled with relief.

“Then we can continue the conversation, now that the rules are clear.  Sir Daniel brought you to me for an evaluation,” Sir Evan continues, “Because He thinks you might benefit from a more rigorous training than He’s prepared to provide for you at this time.  He thinks you might be a natural slave.”  Sir Evan pauses, watching her face.

Emotions rush through Naomi in waves ~ hurt ~ what about Sir Daniel? does He not want her? is she too much trouble? ~ pleasure ~ a natural slave, that sounds good, o, that feels right ~ anxiety ~ what if she’s not? ~ and confusion ~ what does it all mean anyhow?  If she is a natural slave, then what?

Sir Evan waits patiently as the series of feelings flashes across her face.

“If you are a slave,” He says, “then you need to be trained, those skills need to be developed.  It would be a great loss not to give you the structure and discipline you need to live up to your potential.”

Naomi wonders what potential He’s talking about, and, as if He can read her mind, He says, “Sir Daniel thinks you have a great desire to give yourself, to please, and to obey and serve.   Do you agree with that?”

She doesn’t nod or say “yes, Sir,” in fact, she stops herself by visualizing His cock in her mouth.  That’s what i’ll do, she thinks, when He asks me something, i’ll imagine His cock in my mouth, filling  my mouth so i can’t talk.  Then i’ll just think about what to say.

And she thinks, yes, yes, i really do want to please and obey, and i want Him ~ Sir Evan ~ to train me.

When He says, “Do you agree?  Speak, slut,” she answers readily,  “Yes, Sir, i do.”

To her surprise, He says, “When I first asked that, you almost answered but you were able to stop yourself.  How did you do that?”

And she thinks,  Omigod, i can’t tell Him that, can’t tell Him i imagined His cock in my mouth to keep me from speaking, but she knows she will have to tell Him, lying is out of the question.

“Speak, slut,” he says, “Quickly, don’t censor.”

And because He adds that, she says it right off, “i stopped myself by imagining, um,” and she blushes deeply, “imagining your cock in my mouth so i can’t say anything, Sir.”

He throws His head back and laughs.  Naomi is torn between embarrassment and pleasure that she has entertained Him.

“Very good,” He says.  “And if you chose to stay, we will teach you to use your mouth effectively to give pleasure, as well as your cunt and ass hole.”

Naomi is a little offended by this, because she thinks she is already pretty effective with her mouth, and perhaps it shows on her face, because Sir Evan laughs again.  “You may think you know how to please but ~” He tilts His head, gives her an appraising look, “you thought you couldn’t take the nipple clamp any longer, didn’t you?  But you took it, and by the end you had embraced it.  You were giving me your pain, accepting it for my pleasure, and that fulfilled something in you.”

Naomi lowers her eyes, but “Look at me,” says Sir Evan.  “You need that.  You need someone who can lead you without feeling pity for your cries and moans.  And you will learn to please in ways you cannot imagine.  Will you take the  nipple clamp again for me?”

19 Responses to “#7 ~ A Dash of Fantasy”

  1. SirQsmlb November 1, 2012 at 7:30 am #

    Hurt, pleasure, confusion, anxiety!! So thoughtful…so true.
    On the psychology front…Pavlov would be proud! I am turning on my phone in the morning, excited to read your story and …. Mmmm my stomach tumbles as I open the reader!

    • aisha November 2, 2012 at 9:19 am #

      Grinning… thanks, Mlb! Pavlov would be proud, and i’m delighted!

      aisha

  2. vanillamom November 1, 2012 at 8:29 am #

    whoa…I keep saying that. But…you are able to articulate things that most of us feel…so well…bravo for giving voice for TTWD…it was *exactly* what I needed to hear today (a message in a story, who knew?)!

    nilla

    • aisha November 2, 2012 at 9:21 am #

      Thanks, ‘Nilla ~ i’m glad it spoke to you ~ at least i think i am! You know, depending on what it said, and how that plays out in your life!

      hugs,

      aisha

  3. abby November 1, 2012 at 9:26 am #

    Now I am beginning to hope that this is a novel!
    hugs abby

    • aisha November 2, 2012 at 9:21 am #

      Thanks, abby, at the rate it’s flowing along, it might be!!

      hugs,

      aisha

  4. Wordwytch November 1, 2012 at 1:57 pm #

    I should be writing my story. I should be doing my chores, but damn this story is good. And hot. Poor Wolf… 🙂

    • aisha November 2, 2012 at 9:22 am #

      Poor Wolf? i bet He’s not complaining too much, Wordwytch! And thank you. 🙂

      aisha

      • Wordwytch November 2, 2012 at 11:16 pm #

        Poor Wolf got tackled twice. Lost all of his ‘bones’ twice and was left a twitching, smiling mass on the bed. 🙂 What was suppose to be an hour of fun lasted three. 🙂

  5. Fondles November 1, 2012 at 2:29 pm #

    I have GOT to get me some of those clamps!

    • quiltraveler November 1, 2012 at 8:49 pm #

      I had to Google those clamps and found a YouTube video on making your own. Fun and thrifty.

      Night owl

      • aisha November 2, 2012 at 9:26 am #

        Hey, Night owl,

        Cool, i’m glad you found a video. Sir made ours with a couple of rods that He normally uses for canes {although He originally bought them to make kites} and a straw ~ He cut three small pieces of the straw and slid one on the middle to hold the whole thing together, and uses the other two, one at each end.

        They really, really hurt. Really.

        aisha

    • aisha November 2, 2012 at 9:23 am #

      Sir made us some, ya know, Fondles. They were pretty easy to make. And they are really, really, really painful, so be careful what you ask for, right?

      laughing…

      aisha

  6. Michelle November 1, 2012 at 5:00 pm #

    ”You need that. You need someone who can lead you without feeling pity for your cries and moans.
    THIS, a thousand times THIS!
    How is it this concept is so universal amongst submissives, but so completely foreign to others?

    • aisha November 2, 2012 at 9:27 am #

      Hi, Michelle,

      i know, it does seem like some Doms don’t get this. On the other hand, it’s a fine line to walk. Sir Evan, of course, will probably be able to hit the right note all the time…

      grinning…

      aisha

  7. maraudersisabel November 1, 2012 at 6:49 pm #

    I’m hooked!

    • aisha November 2, 2012 at 9:28 am #

      Hi, Maraudersisalbel!

      How cool… 🙂

      aisha

  8. Ali November 2, 2012 at 4:19 am #

    this story gives me a lot of clarity right now. i hope it continues for quite awhile.

    • aisha November 2, 2012 at 9:29 am #

      Hi, Ali!!

      That’s cool, i’m glad it’s helpful. i think i’ve got a lot more to write of it…

      Hope all is well with you!

      hugs,

      aisha

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