12 ~ A Dash of Fantasy

6 Nov

As Sir Daniel approaches the bed, Naomi moves as if to cover herself, but Wendy shakes her head, clearly thinking, “Silly slut,” and presses Naomi’s knees wider apart.  Splayed out on the bed as she is, wrists cuffed together and attached to the ring in her collar, Naomi feels helpless and a little anxious.

Wendy and Sara move back. Turning to Sir Daniel, they both drop to one knee, and He pauses a moment to allow each one to caress His cock with her mouth.

Naomi is stunned, and a bit dismayed.  This has not occurred to her.  But of course they would greet Him this way since it’s the house rule.

But she doesn’t have time to fret about it.  Sir Daniel is at her side and, after taking the crop from Wendy, dismisses the two women.

The bed, which she will learn later can be adjusted up or down, is at waist level for Sir Daniel now, so He can reach her comfortably.  The step-stool, which she had used to climb into bed, is broad and sturdy enough for Him to stand on, and that puts His cock at a level with her mouth, and allows Him easy access to her pussy and ass if He choses to use her.

For now, He allows her to caress His cock with her mouth for a moment, then steps away. He strokes her inner thighs and pussy lips with the crop.  She whimpers, and shifts her body to be more open, longing for His hands, His mouth, or even, perhaps, the slash of the crop.

He smiles.  “Such a hot slut,” He says.  “You did well tonight, I was proud of you.”

The words fill her with deep pleasure; they warm her.   Her pussy throbs in response.

Sir Daniel rubs His thumb against her lips, slides it into her mouth, and she savors His taste, caressing Him with her tongue, sucking gently, respectfully.  When He withdraws it, she whimpers.

He smiles, pleased at her eagerness.

“I want to talk to you,” He says, “About what will happen over the next few days, and what I want, what my plans are for you.”

Naomi is listening intently.  At last, she thinks, maybe i will understand what is happening, why He has brought me here, what He wants from me.

Sir Daniel goes on, “As I said earlier, I believe that you are a natural slave, born to serve others.”

These words fill Naomi’s heart, and make her tremble.  She wants to ask Him what it means, why it makes her happy and scares her at the same time, but she waits.

“I don’t just mean sexually,” He says, watching her carefully, “Although of course I expect that from you, and think that is one way you express who you are.  But I also think the other things you do ~ your writing in particular ~ is a way for you to offer yourself in service to others.”

Surprised, and deeply moved, Naomi feels herself being very still, as if everything inside her has paused to pay attention to her Sir ~ her Master, perhaps.

“You have a loving heart,” He says, “and some real talent in your writing. And you have the desire to develop your skills and make that a part of your life work.”

“But…” and He frowns, slightly.   Naomi feels as if a shadow has fallen over her, her heart sinks.  Where is she lacking?

He continues, “But you lack discipline.”  Naomi drops her eyes.  Yes, this is true.

“I’ve been watching you, and waiting, to see if you could do it on your own,” Sir Daniel says thoughtfully,  “But I’ve begun to think that’s not fair to you.  Sometimes, allowing a slave to struggle on her own can be helpful, but I think that time has passed, and you need some guidance.  To let you struggle alone if that’s not the right path is a waste and would be irresponsible of me.”

Tears well up in Naomi’s eyes.  Such a mixture of feelings ~ shame, that He knows what a failure she is, and relief that He sees her failure and offers help rather than heaping more shame on her.

Instinctively, she starts to close her legs, it is too much vulnerability.  Physically opened, her thighs still pressed to her chest, bare to the mirrors above her as well as to Sir Daniel’s gaze and touch, and emotionally exposed as well, it is overwhelming.  She wants to hide.

Sir Daniel, of course, is not having that, and stops her with one hand on her legs and a quick, “No, slut.”

She whimpers and squirms.

“Stop,” He says, and she does, her heart is racing, and she thinks she might explode, but she holds still.   He is firm, but not angry.

“For this to work,” He says, “You need to be completely open with me.  In every way. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” she says, thinking that He looks as if He can see her soul.  “That’s a cliche,” she adds to herself, just as He laughs.  Startled she looks at Him uncertainly.

“My poor, sweet slave,” He says.  He kisses her forehead, and quickly turns her so she is on her belly, her knees still pulled up under her.

“That’s three,” He says, and she remembers, just then she remembers that she is not supposed to speak without being directed, and the crop lands hard and fast three times.  He strikes so that the new welts are partly above or below the earlier marks, but still intersect with them.

She whimpers, letting the pillow absorb some of the sound.  It hurts so badly, and she wonders if she will ever learn to keep her mouth shut.

When He is finished, He rubs her ass for a moment, then slides His fingers inside her, penetrating her pussy and her asshole at the same time.

She gasps with pleasure, wriggling back on His fingers.

6 Responses to “12 ~ A Dash of Fantasy”

  1. abby November 6, 2012 at 6:07 am #

    Every morning I think…wow this is the best ‘dash’ yet….and I am thiking that this morning. how wonderful that He is really doing what is best for her…
    hugs abby

    • aisha November 12, 2012 at 8:44 am #

      Thank you, Abby! Yeah, that does make a difference for me too.



  2. vanillamom November 6, 2012 at 8:06 am #

    oh nooooooooooooooooooooooooo how could you stop just there? OMG…

    you bitch!



    • aisha November 12, 2012 at 8:45 am #

      Lol, o, it is too much fun, ‘nilla!


  3. Wordwytch November 6, 2012 at 4:07 pm #

    I’m with Nilla! Aieee-ya!

    • aisha November 12, 2012 at 8:45 am #

      Thanks, Wordwytch! 🙂


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