"Good Girl"
#1 of Good Girl
A Master playing with her Pet.
The first part.
"Yes Master." Was all he said, hands over his chest as he kneeled before me. But that was enough for me. I felt that familiar warmth in my chest, the need and want to spoil and lavish him in attention. Oh how I wanted to hold him close and kiss him; but the need. No, the want to toy with him was stronger.
Him? No, not him. He was no longer a male to me. Tonight he would be my girl, my bitch, my Pet. Tonight there was only her who kneeled before me. Chest rising in quick breathes as she awaited anything. A command, a touch, at this point she quivered hoping for anything other than her Master's probing eyes.
Still I watched her. Taking in every breath, every shiver. Poor thing, she was resisting the need to cover herself up from the cold. She wore nothing but her nylon collar. A chainmaile trinket dangled from its D ring, probably cold against her bare skin. Little did she know that I had lowered the temperature of the room before she had entered, though I'm sure she felt it.
Still she waited. I wondered how long she would remain motionless. I had asked her to do so but still, the member danging between her thighs seemed to be as impatient as ever. With my usual grin, I stepped around my Pet hooking a finger into the back of her collar and encouraging her off her knees.
It was a bit of a task, her knees bright red and her legs faltering as blood began to flow through them properly. I heard her sigh, relieved to have the feeling return to her legs.
"That's my girl, now sit for me. Over in the chair. Hands under those plump cheeks of yours."
I could see the shiver run through her as I told her what to do. She was curious, wanting but still. Not knowing what I wanted made her nervous, but apparently not enough to make her flaccid. That was a good sign, and I reveled in it. She did as she was told, my beautiful Pet finding it difficult to even look at me as loosened my tie and pulled it off.
Oh those eyes widened, bright blue orbs eyed the soft material in my hands as I kneeled. I pushed her feet behind each leg of the chair. Around went the tie, brushing her skin as I wrapped it snug and finally knotting it. A second tie came from my rear pocket, taking care of her other foot.
By the time I was done she was breathing rapidly now. I had been practicing my knots and she noticed as she struggled a bit and realized that this time there would be no escaping. Her feet were then lifted slightly as I pushed her knees up and tied them to the arm rests. Now she could no longer push against the floor to struggle.
I ventured a kiss onto the bare flesh, my lips touching her inner thigh. What delicious tingles went through her then. Even better was the soft groan hidden behind the nibbling of her lower lip. If I wasn't so intent on making this last for such an agonizing amount of time, I might have just taken her there. A Master has needs after all and who else but a Pet to fulfill them?
The thought made me smile, my own teeth pressing onto my lip as I stood and eyed my prize. My gaze traveled over the pale flesh. Glaring marks here and there of old scars and wounds. The marks that reminded me of her past lives and past mistakes. Though they bothered her no more, long ago I had taken to kissing every single one of them, one by one. And as I did so I thanked them. I thanked his past for bringing her to me.
Now, it was not the time for thanks. It was a time for control, and it was mine. The metal clasp dragged across the table as I pulled the leash along. She no longer watched me. Eyes glued to the silver that dangled freely as I carried the familiar leash over to her side. It was perfect, as I slid the leash through my hands until they found the clasp and pressed it against her nipple.
Her weak spot, one of a few. She gasped, intaking air suddenly before letting it all back out in a muffled moan. My Pet was always so worried about being too loud. About being heard. Too bad.
"Let me hear your voice."
Her body almost jolted, her eyes refocusing on mine as if in hopes of finding humor there. There was none. With an uncomfortable squirm she pulled her gaze back to the cold clasp in my hand and nodded.
Satisfied, I reached out to her other nipple, clasp never reaching it as I placed my lips on the other. This time the gasp was short, accentuated by soft moans as I did my work on her. For a shy lil one, she was holding up well this time. For once she did not do anything to quiet nor muffle herself. My reward was her voice and her reward was the feel of my tongue circling and lapping at her sensitive nipple.
"Good girl"
And then our night began.