17 ~ A Dash of Fantasy

13 Nov

He fucks her then.

Naomi thinks that maybe this is what she loves best ~ feeling Sir Daniel on top of her, His cock pounding into her, taking her higher once again, climbing that peak of pleasure, until she cums again, and again.

When He is done, He sends her to use the bathroom, gives her some water, and tucks her in bed.  He attaches her wrist cuffs to the ring in her collar, and shows her the intercom beside her bed.   He assures her that if she needs anything, she has only to ask for it and they will hear her and come.

He says that of course He’ll be back but that He wants to give her a few days to settle in, and He expects to hear a good report about her when He returns.

Naomi has not spoken through all of this, and she feels as if she has no voice.  He is going to leave her here, and she doesn’t know what will happen.  She knows they will beat her, and use her, but is only concerned that she will not perform as well as Sir Daniel expects, worried that she won’t be able to do what’s required.

Sir Daniel says kindly, “You may speak now, and if you have questions i will try to answer them.”

But Naomi is wordless, she doesn’t know what to ask, or what to say.  There is too much, and too little.

Sir Daniel is watching her, waiting, and at last she says, “i only want to please you.”

He kisses her then, a deep kiss that leaves her breathless, and when He releases her, He  strokes her hair and smiles.  “You are a lovely slave,” He says. “Don’t worry.  Just do as you’re told and you’ll be fine.”

He turns off the light then, except for the little nightlight in the corner.  He pulls the covers up over her and says, “Go to sleep now.  Tomorrow will be busy, and you will need to be rested.”  He kisses her forehead, and leaves, closing the door firmly behind Him.

In the near dark, Naomi sighs.  Terror and joy are so mingled.

She is aware of her hands, fastened to the ring in her collar, and how helpless she is.  Yet she feels completely safe.

She doesn’t know who will fuck her ~ who will take her mouth, or her pussy, or even her ass, which Sir Daniel has rarely used.  And she is hot, her pussy clenches at the idea of being fucked again, and she wishes she could touch herself in the dark.

She’s intimidated by the whips hanging in the closet, and yet she knows she’ll endure whatever punishment Wendy or Sir Evan give her.  If they opened the door and told her she could leave now, she would surely stay.

She falls asleep pondering the things that have happened that day, and wondering who will flog her in the morning.

In the morning, before dawn, she is awakened by the sound of a bell chiming.  She opens her eyes, startled, but the room is still empty.  The sound is coming from the intercom on the nightstand, she realizes.

The bell sounds four times, a deep and lovely gong, rather like the bells that call you to prayer in some countries.  Then a voice she doesn’t recognize, a female voice, she thinks, soft and warm,  says,

“Lie still now, and consider the day ahead of you.  Think of the lessons you learned yesterday, and how you will do better today.  Set  a goal for yourself.  Perhaps the goal is to be pleasing in all ways, or more joyfully obedient.  Perhaps you will be more mindful, less impulsive.”

Naomi thinks of the riding crop which had left welts on her ass each time she spoke without permission.  She thinks, “O, that one!  Let me be less impulsive with my mouth.”

The voice goes on, “Sean will come to your room to release your hands, and give you further directions.”

And then silence.

Naomi waits.  She hopes that this ~ this “Sean” person hurries, because she would like to pee.  Then she remembers that she’s supposed to be thinking about her goals for the day, and redirects her mind to the times she has spoken and been punished.

When the door opens, she tries to sit up, which is not as easy as it might sound, without the use of her hands.   Sean approaches the bed and helps her with one hand, first to sit and then to stand.

When she’s on her feet, he says, “You should greet me properly,” and with one hand pulls his cock from his pants.  She remembers then, and quickly goes down on one knee to kiss his cock.

It is the slightest of kisses, then He helps her to her feet again, unfastens her hands and smiles.  He has a lovely smile, warm and gentle.  “Go,” he says.  “Go to the bathroom and do whatever you need to do.  Brush your teeth also, and use the bidet.  Prepare yourself for the morning.”

Quickly, happy that he is not coming with her, she obeys.

She can hear him moving around the room, and twice he comes to the door to check on her, but merely smiles at the sight of her washing her face.

When she is finished and returns to the bedroom, she finds that he has fixed a small tray with a teacup ~ an elegant cup, she thinks.  “Drink this,” he says, “It’s hot water with lemon, a healthy way to start the morning.”

She sips it slowly at first, and then more quickly as it begins to cool.  She misses her morning coffee, but this tastes ~ well, not bad, and somehow more virtuous than her usual latte.

When she is finished, Sean has her help him make the bed.  Then he drapes her in a cloak, which fastens at the neck but is open in front.  “Put your hands behind your back,” He says.

She obeys, and he opens the cloak, pushing it back over her shoulders so she is exposed.   He examines her breasts, lifting each one, stroking the nipple, then pinching until they are erect.

He has her open her legs, and pinches the lips of her pussy, then opens them, playing with her until she moans.  He penetrates her with two fingers, and she realizes that she is very wet.

The fingers are withdrawn and “Bend over,” he says.  

She obeys, and he lifts the cloak.  Her hands are still clasped behind her back, and so she is a little unsteady.  He grasps her hair firmly at the nape of her neck with one hand to help her balance

With the other hand, he smacks her ass.  Hard.  Again.   And again.

Ten times his hands lands on her ass cheeks, awakening the sting from the welts from the crop the night before.  “Don’t bite your lip,” he says, and she is no longer able to restrain her whimpers.

Then his fingers penetrate her again, this time in both places at once, making her cry out.

He withdraws them, helps her stand back up, and says, “Good girl,” with a gentle smile.   She is amazed that she is smiling back.  

“Let’s get started now,” he says.


13 Responses to “17 ~ A Dash of Fantasy”

  1. Fondles November 13, 2012 at 6:17 am #

    sigh… i was about to head out for dinner when this post showed up on my feed. and now, instead, i will be delayed as I visit the bathroom to um, dry up, before stepping out.

    Really, you should turn this into a full-fledged book.

    • aisha November 15, 2012 at 6:54 am #

      Hey, Fondles,

      This comment sooooo made me smile!!



  2. SirQsmlb November 13, 2012 at 6:49 am #

    At this point, I assume it is a book. Would you mind telling us how far into the story we are (half way, 90%, a quarter (my vote)). =)

    • aisha November 15, 2012 at 6:59 am #

      O, funny, and sweet! Thanks Mlb! i don’t know how far along we are ~ i do kind of know, in my own head, what happens maybe, and i think i’ve been writing different pieces and versions of it for a long time. Usually, i stop writing it abruptly long before it’s “done.” However, maybe not this time, who knows? If i were to finish it, i’d say we’re maybe half way through.


  3. sin November 13, 2012 at 6:52 am #

    Classic, isn’t it, that while she’s supposed to be setting goals and thinking improving thoughts, she’s really thinking about how she has to pee.

    • aisha November 15, 2012 at 7:00 am #

      Lol, Sin, yes, it is classic.


  4. Mrs. SoftBottom November 13, 2012 at 8:26 am #

    Love the line about the water with lemon being more virtuous than her latte- will have to ponder that as I drink my coffee.

    • aisha November 15, 2012 at 7:01 am #

      Hi, Mrs. Softbottom,

      Yep, you and me, pondering that very thing, as i sip my coffee too!



      {Thanks for commenting!!}

  5. vanillamom November 13, 2012 at 1:16 pm #

    wow. I had no idea…you, m’dear, have a very dirty mind. And I *like* it. “Good girl,” indeed! That was hot. Verrrrry hot.


    • aisha November 15, 2012 at 7:03 am #

      ‘Nilla! You didn’t know i have a dirty mind??? Goodness. i am a kinky, submissive woman who gets her ass whipped on a regular basis and loves it ~ yep. Very dirty mind. {grinning…} i’m glad you like it!



  6. Wordwytch November 14, 2012 at 1:32 am #

    Ahhhh, or should that be Arrrgh? Not the kind of thing I should read with Wolf 265 miles north…

    • aisha November 15, 2012 at 7:03 am #

      Dear Wordwytch,



      • Wordwytch November 15, 2012 at 3:40 pm #

        LOL! Good thing he will be home Sunday night. Mwahahahaha!

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