Okay peeps, I've joined several challenges this year and Flash 52 happens to be one of them. So what the deal? Well come back to my blog every Wednesday and you'll find a sexy piece of flash from me, based on a picture which has been provided for me. So join me as I take up the challenge Kharisma has thrown down for me. (And just a warning. The first 12 weeks of flash will have a BDSM slant - so if you don't enjoy BDSM shorts, this is definitely not the flash for you!) Also don't forget to stop by HERE to visit all the other peeps joining me in this madness.
A Master's Due: A Submissive's Choice
Below her the glittering lights, the loud cheers as the
crowd prepared to count down to the New Year, was nothing but a blur as Miranda
strained against the bonds holding her arms above her head. Pressed up against the glass in Sir’s
apartment overlooking Times Square, she could see every bit of the festivities
below while in the other room she could hear Sir’s guests getting ready to
celebrate the dropping of the huge crystal ball. She didn’t know if his guests
realized he had a trussed-up submissive in his bedroom, but even if they did
there was nothing she would do about it. It was her Master’s right to show her
off if he wanted to. She lived to serve
him and had for the past seven years.
The slender toy he’d inserted inside of her panties was
buzzing away against her most sensitive flesh as her nipples rubbed against the
cool glass. A low moan built behind the
gag as she heard a sudden burst of sound when the bedroom door behind her opened. In the reflection of the glass she could make
out the tall form of her Sir as he entered the room. She barely noticed that he’d left the door
slightly ajar as his voice, low and hard, wrapped around her.
“There’s my little slut.
Trussed all up like a gift for me birthday.” His Scottish accent, which only came out at
times like this, sounded in her ear as he nipped it.
She nodded helpless, unable to say anything, her only way
to communicate with him, the small red rubber ball she held in her left
hand. If she dropped it, all of this
would stop. Not that she wanted it to, when
every one of her senses was alive. The feel of cold against her breasts, the
fiery burn of the lubricant Sir had used on her pussy, the sound of the people less than twenty feet from
her, reminding her that that there was a very real chance of being caught in
this position. The sight of her own face
in the window and thick burnished gold of Sir’s hair as his mouth made its way
down her shoulder. Even the taste of the
ball gag against her tongue was fused with the scent of her Sir’s cologne -
both powerful sensations to be savored.
This was where she belonged and she knew it.
“You’re so damned hot in your submission, Miranda.” His
fingers traced over the sides of her breasts. “So different than when you order
me around at work. It makes me wonder
how the rest of the office would react if they knew what a little submissive
slut you are.” His fingers slid between
her and the glass to squeeze at the tips of her nipples. “I bet they’d be shocked. How the high and mighty Miranda
Lewis, CEO extraordinaire, allows her Head of Security to tie her up…” The rough denim of his jeans scraped over
the tender flesh of her inner thighs.
“…begs him, no, begs me, to allow her to feel the sting of the lash
against her skin, to strike over and
over until she’s hoarse from screaming because the pain and pleasure of it.
“
She cried out as one finger slipped under the edge of her
panties and flicked the toy on high, sending intense vibrations over her
clit. Then the heat of his body was
back. “You’ve been beautiful in your
submission, Miranda, but it’s time to decide if you want another year of this…”
his fingers traced over the slender leather collar around her throat. The same one he’d placed around her neck
seven years ago, when she accepted her position in their private lives as his
slave. “…or if you want to be free… to
return to your old life of calling all the shots…” Her heart stopped as he toyed with the lock
on the back of the collar. “…of being
responsible for everything that happens in your life.” He stepped away, his voice cool as if it
didn’t matter how she responded. “You
have less than three minutes to decide.
You know the cost.“ His hand brushed down her spine. “Ten strokes from
my crop, here and now, with our guests in the other room as we count down to
the New Year.” His hand abandoned her. “I respect your need to be discreet, but
this is the due you must pay to have your pleasure – and to be mine for another
year.”
Bending her head, she didn’t have to think about her
choice. There was no way she’d leave him
willingly. He completed her. Gave her a release no other man or Dom had
been able to achieve. Simply put, he was her home. Opening her right hand, she allowed the
green ball to drop to the floor.
“So be it.” The
whoosh of the crop through the air was her only warning as the word “ten”
echoed from the living room. The sting,
the burn as another blow closely followed the first. This time it landed on her
opposite shoulder blade. Relaxing into
the blows, she felt the agony, embraced the pain as her due, and let her body
float towards subspace as he moved his strikes around her back. By the time the crystal ball kissed it’s
base, declaring the New Year had arrived, she was soaring, barely aware of her
Sir’s removal of her bindings.
As she came back down, she found her back on fire, a
pleasant reminder of the due she paid to be his, as he slowly dressed her,
righting her skirt, sliding the silk blouse he’d bunched at her waist to bare
her back for his crop back into position.
As his thick fingers easily slipped the buttons back into their holes,
she realized the pleasant buzzing between her thighs had stopped. Against her
hip she could feel the press of his erection. He hadn’t taken his pleasure yet,
but then neither had she.
“You’ll be coming soon, sweetheart.” His dark emerald eyes soft but glowing as he
gazed at her, his thumb gently rubbing over her slightly swollen lower lip.
“Once we see our guests off, we will share our first pleasure of the New Year.”
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