Fantasy Fetish (collected)

[nandoghosh]

Inside the flat, he closed and locked the door. Began stripping her clothes off in the hall. She made to speak, remembered the slave collar, remained silent. When she was naked he lifted a black silk burka from the coat-rack and slid it over her head. Just slits for eyes and mouth. Then dragged her to the living room.
- Tea for the slave, I think?
Her nod was barely perceptible. Her head swayed as he slapped her face again, twice.
- Yes, mas... Lord. Your slave would like tea. Thank you Lord.
He strapped her to the chair, round her waist, so tightly the belt bit into her stomach through the silk. He fussed in the kitchen.
- So, slave -- placing a mug on the table beside her -- how was the flight? I bet the slut outfit got a few folks interested in you?

He was smiling now, his real warm smile, full of love. Her confidence rose for the first time since she met him at the airport.

- Um, yes.. Lord. I had some expressions of interest, especially when changing planes at Schiphol. I thought about your instruction to let a man fuck me in the toilets. But... I couldn't. Sorry... Lord, just couldn't. Went on my own and wanked, thinking about you.

- I didn't think you would. That's OK -- he laughed -- I didn't ask you to wear your slave-collar for the flights. If you had chosen to wear it and you had disobeyed my instruction, you would know the force of your Lord's wrath now. Now, drink your tea like an obedient slave.
She lifted the mug, sipped through the slit in the burka; noticed the different taste, raised querulous eyes to him over the mug.

It has valerian in it to help you sleep now. You need to rest for a bit.

She didn't see the lie in his eyes. Sipped again, then took a gulp. The mug fell from her hand, emptied on the table. She slumped forward. He unstrapped her from the chair and carried her to the bedroom. Pulled the burka up above her glistening cunt and slid the new vibrator into her. Switched it on full. Cuffed her to the bed. Then pulled the duvet up, turned on the baby alarm so he'd hear her wake, and returned to the living room to read the paper. He knew she'd not be out for long, his medic friend said the anaesthetic lasted less than an hour. The vibe batteries would run much longer.

He rose to her waking moans, audible over the buzz of the vibe in her cunt. When he entered the bedroom she was prisoner to her orgasm, keening, eyes white through the slit in the slavegarment. He pulled back the duvet and raked long nails over her belly. Traces of blood in the scratches. His cock surged.

- Good sleep?

- You basstard...

The belt cracked on her gaping cunt, driving the vibrator right in. She screamed, and his cock dripped inside his suit. Fuck, this was so beautiful... He pulled the pulsing toy from her body, and replaced it with two fingers. Stroked, then tugged, rubbing hard, careful to keep only the pads of his fingers on her internal flesh:
- You wanted love my slavedarling... this is love.

Her hips rose involuntarily and his nails scbangd her. She squirted then, jets of sex. He knelt between her legs and drank slavelove for the first time. Unable to contain himself any longer, he unzipped and squatted over her torso. Wanked till he roared, spunkspurt on the head of the black silk burka.

The doorbell sounded. He fastened himself and went to the door. She heard a male voice, deeper than her lover... Lord's. Sounded familiar. Then heard the lounge door shut. Just a low hum of voices.

She was scared now, she'd had no idea he could be so cruel. Laughter sounded, his and the other's. Eventually a door opened, footsteps in the hall. She looked up now, straining to raise her head against the restraints. Fuck: David. His closest friend.

Her Lord's voice -- was he her Lord? ...sweet jesus -- sounded:

- Get your clothes off and fuck her David. She's your slave for as long as you want her. Or rather, she's my slave, that's her choice, and I'm lending her to you.

David entered the room hesitantly. There was a tremor in his voice:
- Jesus lassie, is that you?

He's gone insane David. Just do as he tells you. Strip and fuck me.

The door flew open and he stormed in:

- Insane is it? I will be if I get any more of this, slave.

This time the whip cracked on her cunt. She'd never felt such pain. David watched horrified as she writhed. The door slammed, but she knew he was right outside.
- Get your clothes off and fuck me man. Give me your cock. I know you've been wanking for me for a long time. He won't be happy till you fuck me. Do it. He'll punish me if you don't; say it's my fault.