"Good Girl" 3
#3 of Good Girl
A Master plays with her Pet.
Part Three.
I knew, that she was. IS. Mine. ALL MINE.
And now. There was nothing she could do about it.
Well, that wasn't entirely true. My Pet squirmed for only a few seconds before she realized that the only thing holding her hands in place was her own weight. Hungry, desperate, she shifted her weight and slid her hands out from under herself.
I growled, low and deep. A sound that replaced the words that I felt no need to utter. The sound made her shiver and shrink in her seat, hands immediately seeking the warmth of her buttocks and her devious action disappearing form her thoughts.
Oh how scared she looked. It was very rare for me to ever growl, let alone such a deep and guttural sound. Her eyes were wide below furrowed brows as she snuck glances at me, trying so hard to avoid eye contact.
My hand reached out, thumb and pointer lifting her chin and forcing her to look into my eyes. There she found what she had always found. Pride, Want and of course, Love. This softened her features, fear oozing away though the tautness of her collar made her swallow loudly.
With a gentle meeting of lips I released her and wandered around her. Moving out of her sight I heard the muffled whimper that I had come to adore. She was scared, excited but scared. She couldn't see what I had in store for her and it was driving her mad once more. This, was why I could resist taking her. It was so much more delicious to torture my Pet before I pounced.
I slid open a drawer, eyes on the back of the chair as I watched the leash grow taut. My Pet was pulling against it, trying so hard to Identify what I was retrieving. Too bad for her, a ball gag on leather straps doesn't make much noise. I held it for a moment, curious as to how she would react. I had acquired it a month prior and taken the time to clean and care for it as I decided when I would use it on her.
Tonight, I would muffle those sounds of her, making her voice a priviledge, one only I would enjoy. Still, I placed it gently on the desk, searching through the drawer for something else.
This must have been driving her quite mad as I smelled the saltiness of her sweat. My Pet knew quite well that this was MY desk, a place where I held my secret things and that she could never explore. She always wondered what collection I had in it though she knew it all was related to her own treatment.
My hand found the delicate fabric I had been searching for and stepping lightly on the soft carpet, I came up behind her and pulled it over her eyes. My pet squeaked as the blindfold slid over her vision and darkened it, making it so she could no longer see anything. Not that it mattered, since I had been gathering my toys behind her back, but still, the shiver that ran through her excited me. Now, it didn't matter whether I looked the part I was playing. Only mattered what I sounded like.
"Problems~"
I whispered into her ear, my reward was a soft and needy whimper. She could not admit it, there was no problem, she was scared but the excitement made it so it did not matter anymore. I kissed the top of her head, taking the time to inhale her scent. She sighed at this, probably wishing she could do the same to me.
Happy with the results I picked up the ballgag and walked around her. I stepped heavily, letting her follow me as I kneeled before her. My pet squirmed and tugged at her leash, trying desperately to be close to me. Perfect.
When she went to breathe in I shoved the ball into her mouth and quickly tied the straps behind her head before she pulled back. Her breath quickened, coming in little pants. Her sounds were now muffled by the material invading her mouth.
"Breathe..."
And she did so. Desperately following my command and forcing herself to breathe slower, deeper. I could almost hear her heat violently beating against her rib cage. Though she breathed, she searched for me. Listening hard, trying to figure out if I was still before her. A muffled whimper told me she did not like how quiet I had become.
"Oh? Can I not admire my meal for the night?"
The whimper repeated itself, though this time it became a muffled whine that she held until she required the need for more air. I had to steele myself, the sound making me a tad dizzy, making lose my courage. God, she had no idea how hard it was to keep my role when she did that. Or maybe she Did know? I wasn't about to ask, that would only encourage her to act out next time around.
Licking my lips, I leaned forward, hands on her knees as I whispered into her ears.
"NOW... we can have some fun~"