Slave To Love 1: Bound
by Chazzman
STL 3: Strawberries & Whipped Cream
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Slave to Love
Chap. 3: Strawberries & Whipped Cream
Outwardly I don't react. I so don't want to upset Buffy.
Inside, my mind is racing in a thousand directions at once.
Has she regressed?
What could she be thinking?
How can she set something up like this without talking to me first?
What if I hadn't wanted to play Mistress of the night and had run screaming from the room?
Hold it. Since I haven't, does that mean I do?
I look at her and notice that she is trembling. Ever so slightly. She is terrified I will reject her needs and desires.
Reject her needs.
Her needs.
For the first time it occurs to me. **She told me last night. She needed it. So much so that she had to go to somebody else...some horrible dominatrix in some sleazy S&M club that Faith must have told her about. Faith.** My blood began to boil as I thought about that bitch and all the trouble she had reeked upon our lives. OK now I was reaching and I knew it, but with me, Faith has long been a sore point that has never properly healed.
"Will?" Buffy asks hesitantly in a frightened voice. Probably wondering why I haven't said something, run over and picked her up, or just run away.
"Silence!" The voice startles me, and it takes me a second to realize it was my own. Harsh. Firm. Commanding. Damn, I'm starting to get myself excited. How sick is that? No. I am not sick. Buffy has a need to be dominated. I love Buffy. Therefore, I should help her with her need by dominating her. If I happen to enjoy it, well that simply means that Buffy and I are more suited for each other than we thought. It's not as if I could do anything without her consent. She could break me in two.
Buffy is again looking towards the floor, but she is no longer shaking. She knows I will not leave her. Berate her, yell at her, tell her she is sick and needs help, maybe. But the time for my walking out on her has passed and I am still here, so she is satisfied. I know what she is thinking because I know I would feel that way if our positions were reversed.
"Buffy, stand up," I command her.
She stands. I look into her face that she is trying to keep calm, but I see a lot of worry mixed with a longing hunger. And a bit of a challenge. She has bared herself before me, what will I do?
I look at the Cat-o-nine tails on the chair and I stroll over to pick it up. I look it over as I walk around Buffy.
Can I do it?
She wants me to do it, so I shouldn't be afraid.
But I am.
Because I might enjoy it, and what would that say about me.
I extend the whip and begin to stroke it lightly over Buffy's body. Across her arms. Over her shoulders. Along her back. Around her breasts.
She is beautiful. Standing there at attention. Lips slightly parted. Her breathing has picked up due to her arousal. Her cheeks are flushed. Her nipples have extended slightly.
I lower the whip to press the handle against her crotch. She groans slightly. I tilt the whip slightly, and begin to rub it against her. Slowly pumping it between her thighs while she starts to whimper and move her hips.
"Don't move!" I order her sharply and she freezes. "You really want me to whip you, don't you?" I ask in what I hope is a seductive and sensual tone of voice.
"Yes, Mistress," she gasps out as she restrains herself from moving.
"But then that would be a reward. And I distinctly heard you confess to needing punishment. Humm." I step back from her and pretend to contemplate this dilemma. I can see her trying to recover from my teasing of her pussy. I've gotten fairly excited myself. What to do? An idea occurs, and I hate it because I enjoyed it when her mind was...not right. It is a servant's job for people who think they are too important to be bothered with such little things.
"Undress me, Buffy."
She moves to obey without hesitation. Slowly and carefully. Item by item. She doesn't tug or pull on anything, she slides the clothing from my body. Carefully, she folds and places each article on a side table.
Soon I am naked and standing before her. In my mind, it occurs to me that as the dominating person here, I should be still wearing something. Possibly a shopping trip is in order. Later.
I look around the room. My mind slowly coming to grips with the situation. I look at the bed. The chair. The table. The strawberries. The champagne.
In ice.
A smile forms on my face as I turn back towards Buffy. I must look very naughty because I see Buffy swallow nervously as she sees I have come to my decision over her punishment.
"Turn around. Go over to the table and place your hands on it."
She hesitates for a second, trying to figure out what I am up to.
Lash. One stroke. Back of her thighs.
"Ah!"
It doesn't hurt her. No way. But it does surprise her. Startling her into leaping across the room to obey my commands.
I stroll over and reach out to caress her lower back. Then I slide my hand down around her hip, across the front of her right thigh and up to her belly. God her skin feels so wonderful. I lean against her back and smell the delicious scent of her hair as I whisper in her ear to back up a bit.
"Come on... a little more... good girl," I urge her gently, loving the feeling of her backing her ass up against my crotch. When she is sufficiently bent over, I step away and switch back to my commanding voice.
"Now spread 'em."
I step back and watch as she spreads her legs as far apart as she can. From behind, I can just barely see her outer pussy lips protruding between her legs. They look wet.
I'm practically drooling at the sight. I can feel a drop of moisture running down the inside of my left leg.
Licking my lips I move over to the champagne and pour myself a glass. I've never had champagne before. I take a tentative sip. Hmm. Fizzy.
"Eyes down!"
My hand slips down the neck of the bottle as I place it back in the ice bucket. I pick up a single ice cube. A very cold, wet ice cube.
I move back to Buffy's side. Standing with my crotch close by her head so she can smell my arousal. I can hear her breathing deepen.
She is waiting to find out what I'm going to do.
A jingle from an old commercial runs through my head.
'An-ti-ci-paaaaaaaaaaaaaa-tion, it's making me wait.'
I brush the ice across her neck.
"Aaah!" she finches in surprise.
"Hush!" I snap. I squat down to look her in the eye, but hers are firmly locked between my spread thighs. Using the ice on her chin, I lift her eyes from gazing between my legs to looking into my own.
"If you do not hold your position, I will know you are not serious about wishing to please me and I will leave." It was a lie, but Buffy did not know that. She nodded her head slightly and locked her muscles in place, trembling as I continued to stroke the melting ice down from her chin, along her throat to her breasts.
Another gasp and a moan as I circled her protruding nipples. My fingers are getting a bit numb holding the ice. Gloves are added to my mental shopping list. In the meantime, I have to improvise so I stand up and move over to the stack of clothes and look through them. Buffy does not appear to have any underwear here. I finally pick up mine and walk back to where she is waiting.
"Did you not wear any panties today, Buffy?"
"No, Mistress," she said in a soft, subdued voice of one who knows they have done something wrong.
I sigh theatrically. "So, I am going to have to ruin my underwear for your punishment."
"I-I-I- I'm sorry, Mistress. I-"
"Hush!" A ball gag is added to the list. Huh? Where did that item come from? Oh well.
I pick out a fresh piece of ice and wrap my underwear around one end. Then I move behind her and squat down. I know she is looking between her legs at me when I see her tense just before I touch her right calf with the ice.
"Eye's forward!"
I move the ice slowly up along her leg, rubbing it in circles here, gliding up and down there, sliding it around to the front and repeating the motion. Slowly I work my way up to her thigh. When I reach her lower buttock, I stop and switch to her left leg.
Buffy whimpers. I can smell her, and I'm salivating. I want to dive forward and thrust my tongue between her thighs and taste her. Not yet, though. Punishment, first, then playtime. Slowly, methodically, I move the ice up her left leg.
When I'm done I stand up.
"Buffy, I want you straighten up while keeping your legs spread. And put your hands behind your head."
She does as I command, thrilling me with her movement. Her breasts thrust out when she moves her hands behind her head. With more ice, I figure they'll be sticking out even further.
I pick up a fresh piece of ice. Stepping around to her front, I look into her eyes.
"You're doing very well."
I lean in to kiss her softly upon her lips. Our breasts are pressing into each other. Staring into her eyes, I raise my hand with the ice and begin tracing patterns across her back. Her mouth is open slightly and her breathing has deepened, but her eyes stay firmly locked on mine.
The ice has melted to just a small piece when I slid it around front between us and move it down towards her groin. Her eyes widen slightly as she realizes where I am heading. Then she closes them and shudders as I slide the ice across the outside of her pussy. Not for too long. Just enough to coat it. Then I'm lifting my hand and sucking the ice between my lips. Buffy's eyes widen dramatically when I bite down on it and she hears it crunch.
I drink the last of the champagne in my glass. Hmm, refill time. I turn to the table and pick up a strawberry and bite into it. Oooohhh! Sweeeeeet and Juicy. Very juicy. Some of it has dripped onto my chest. I hear a whimper and glance up to see Buffy looking intensely at the streak of juice between my breasts. I turn back towards her and look deep into her eyes. She is gazing at me with an intensity of adoration that is frightening in its magnitude. I could almost believe she was enchanted to be my slave once again. That thought sends a thrill through me.
I am such a sick bitch.
"Buffy. While keeping your hands behind your head, clean me."
She leans forward and, with the tip of her tongue, proceeds to lick my chest clean. When she is done she straightens back to her original position. I'm still holding the other half of the strawberry in my fingers. I pop the remaining strawberry into my mouth, and then reach out my hand towards her mouth. She mewls in delight as I allow her to suck my fingers clean. I lift my champagne glass to her lips and give her a sip.
I still haven't used the ice on her chest, but I don't feel up to any more. The juice has given me another naughty idea. Time to move on.
"I love the strawberries, Buffy. This was very good of you to do for me. The champagne is delicious too, but we can't have you getting into trouble for underage alcohol purchasing. I remember quite clearly what happened last time you got naughty with alcohol. Do you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Bend forward. Hands on the floor."
She complies with a look of relief as she lowers her arms. I reach towards the ice bucket with my left hand, only to reach past it and pick up a strawberry. Then another. And another. I move behind Buffy and squat down again.
I can see her pussy. In this position, her vaginal lips have parted and it has flowered open before me. I set the champagne on the ground and take one of the strawberries in my right hand. Lifting the berry, I place it at the opening of her pussy and begin to gently press forward with my fingers. I can hear her gasp as the berry suddenly pops forward and lodges inside of her. I pick a second strawberry up and repeat the process. Then the third. I stand up and move to pick up the cat-o-nine-tails whip sitting on the table. I take another drink of the champagne.
"Buffy."
"Yes, Mistress," she says with a slight grunt.
"You know what I really like to go with my strawberries?" I raised the whip up over my shoulder.
"No, Mistress."
"Some whipped cream."
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