GreyDom

It had been a long, demanding and as always, exhilarating weekend.  She took advantage of the few moments of respite He generously allowed her,  to tell Him how she was feeling in that moment.  She knew He read it in her eyes?but she wanted Him to know it for certain in her words as well.  Sometimes, that was so much harder than enduring a particular use of her for His pleasure.  The smile He rewarded her with spoke volumes and He knew that they had reached a new plateau in their Journey together.  It was time to take her to another level.  A place they had not  yet gone.  She had learned well, all the ways that He enjoyed being pleased and it was evident in all she did for Him that she reveled in pleasing Him. It was something she did with her whole being.  Her past experience had proven valuable in terms of basic obedience and discipline and an awareness of the general duties of a slave but there was much more that He hungered for?.those things were just signposts along the way. His, was a road not often taken and a Journey reserved for a worthy few who were willing to dissolve their will and absorb the potential of all that letting go, afforded.

An invitation arrived in the mail the next day.  The timing was not only perfect but led Him to feel a bit guided in His decision.  It was for a party thrown by some close friends who were returning from a few months abroad and  He knew that the real reason for the party was to introduce His friend?s new slave to their circle of friends.  Not coincidentally, this would provide the perfect opportunity for His jewel to experience something new and provide the exact kind of challenge He knew she was ready for.

About a week later, He told her to get ready to go out for the evening.  In His household that meant a few specific things.  First, she had to bathe and adorn herself with a scent He had specially made for her at a local parfumerie.  It was a combination of natural oils and amber?an erotic earthy scent with just a slight sweetness and subtle spice.  He enjoyed the fact that it was a scent that was uniquely His and when it mixed with her desire?it was an intoxicating nectar.  Getting ready also meant wearing whatever He had chosen for her.  On the bed was an elegant black velvet gown?.very tight in the waist and off the shoulder.  It required a corset to be worn on the outside bodice which was a unique feature of the gown. No undergarments were included but she took note of the small leather harness and large size butt plug and she smiled inwardly with relief that this was how she was to be reminded of her ownership tonight.  He had many ways that He liked to enforce that and often they were far more difficult and painful?..she had been well trained anally and it was never "easy" but she had gotten a bit more used to the feeling of being filled constantly since she became His.  And she felt herself become slightly moist when she picked up the plug and thought of her Master?s cock filling her.  Even now it made her slightly weak in the knees and she felt the hunger spreading through her that she always experienced when she focused on Him.  As if reading her mind, in the next instant He was there in the doorway.  He asked her if she liked her accessories for the evening and she answered with a whispered "Yes, Sir" and then picked it up and brought it to Him, assuming the proper position for Him to insert it.  He was pleased with her understanding of what He expected and smiled at her obedience and training but He had other plans.  Instead of inserting the plug?He grabbed her tightly by the waist and began to pleasure Himself with her ass.  He used her own moistness that had resulted in His first touch of her for some slight lubrication but what He wanted at that moment was to use her and fill her with His essence.  He wanted to make sure that she would not only feel the plug in her ass all night,  but know who it belonged to and why.  When He had cum inside her, He pushed the plug in deeply and buckled the small harness in place to make sure it remained snugly in place. It was a plug He had custom made for her which was the exact dimensions of His own cock. Not only was she filled to the brim with the plug?but His cum inside her burned.  She was now covered with a fine sheen of sweat from the exertion and she remained in position until she received permission to rise.  He debated marking her as well but decided that she would have enough additional challenges this night and did not want to set her up to fail.  That was not the point.

            He told her to rise and finish getting dressed.  She put on her dress and He moved to tighten the corset for her.  It compressed her waist beautifully and of course emphasized the feeling of the plug filling her.  It also had a neckline that He felt was extremely flattering to her which showed her lovely breasts off nicely.  It left her shoulders bare and He added the final part of her outfit.  It was an elegant leather collar with several semi-precious stones embedded in it.  He had tanned the leather Himself and designed it with a craftsman.  It had small rings placed in the front and back and though beautiful to look at, it was clear to anyone who looked that it was a collar.  Now they were ready to go.

They went outside and she assumed He was going to call a cab but He announced it was a beautiful night and they would walk to the party.  It was about a 20 block walk.  She had not expected this at all and momentarily felt herself balk.  She knew enough not to let her surprise show?she did not want to appear to question Her Master?s desire but she felt a myriad of conflicting emotions racing through her in that instant.  She was dressed elegantly, yet in a provocative way that she knew would cause stares and walking 20 NYC blocks filled with such a large plug was a daunting prospect.  She felt like every person they passed on the street would KNOW in addition to the effect it would have on her ass!  He noticed a blush beginning in her cheeks that quickly spread to her chest.  He asked if there was a problem?  She replied, "No, Sir" and began the trek.  He allowed her to walk at a slower pace than normal, silently enjoying her torment.  With every step she felt His cum move inside her and felt the plug move slightly.  By the 10th block she felt light headed and at the same time like she was on fire.  He put His arm around  her to steady her and His hand caressed her bottom discreetly and that simple touch brought her to the edge. The next ten blocks felt like miles to her?and finally they had arrived at the building. He moved close and whispered into her ear:  "Who do You belong to, jewel?"  she replied in a trembling voice, "I belong to You, my Master" and she felt herself on the verge of cumming but knew better.  Still?the fire raged through her and she focused to compose herself.  They were buzzed upstairs and greeted by a woman who upon seeing their guests, kneeled gracefully and welcomed the Master.  She did not acknowledge jewel.  The woman waited until He told her to rise and He said?"You must be Tony?s new girl" and He smiled warmly.  Tony arrived moments later and made the formal introductions.

The party looked like any other gathering of NYC professionals that one might expect with one glaring difference.  There were 3 women kneeling gracefully next to their Masters or Mistresses and 2 others who were making sure the guests were well fed and had what ever refreshments they desired.  Jewel knelt next her Master as He got caught up on the adventures of His friends who had just returned from 3 months in Australia.  The whole evening was a new experience for her?she had been around other couples in the lifestyle, of course, but her Master had never brought her somewhere with this many people she did not know, in such a formal D/s setting.  While she knelt she observed the behavior of the other slaves that were present and she immediately found herself comparing herself to them.  Not in terms of their beauty or "value" so to speak?but she tried to observe their discipline, grace and obedience.  She wondered if they were as nervous as she was and if these same kinds of thoughts were coursing thru their minds as well.  She caught herself and brought her thoughts back to focus on one thing only?that of her Master.

The moment she turned her focus back, she heard her Master say her name and she realized He was offering her services to Master Tony.  "my jewel would be delighted to serve drinks for a bit to allow Your slave to attend to You, as needed".  She looked over and her Master was motioning for her to rise and go over to Him.  Her Master watched as she approached the other man as she was directed to, noting whether she was carrying herself with grace in a way that He had told her in past sessions, was pleasing to Him, if this situation should ever arise.  She had learned her lesson well and He was pleased she had made sure to do so.  When she was before the man, she knelt with her eyes lowered, waiting patiently for further instructions. He thanked her Master for His generosity and complimented Him on her demeanor and smiled broadly asking Him if His slave had experience serving drinks in the manner in which He had become accustomed to abroad?  She heard her Master chuckle and reply back that He was sure He was about to learn a new trick and even more sure that His slave was about to as well and then He thanked His friend for thinking of it. 

jewel was instructed to rise and present herself with her hands clasped behind her. The other Master then grabbed her dress and yanked it down exposing her breasts.  He mentioned that the corset was an added element of support she would be thankful for shortly.  She wondered what that could possibly mean but before she could contemplate an idea....she felt her nipples being squeezed and twisted until she was on her toes trying to squelch her whimpering.  "They are trained and resilient enough for my tastes?" he asked her Master.  Her Master acknowledged that there was probably no such woman who had nipples who could easily adjust to His mentor's tastes but He was sure they would "survive" and they had a good laugh together.  This had the effect of calming and terrifying jewel and she was thankful she didnt have long to contemplate more...within a minute or two she was clamped into an ingenious apparatus.  It was a tray that was suspended by chains attached to her nipples with small wooden clamps.  Each nipple was in a  kind of vice made of thin blocks of wood.  the tray was made of a light plastic but when coupled with the weight of a glass of wine...infinitely heavier.  He had her walk to her Master and back...with just the tray attached.  Her Master suggested a gag would complete the outfit and an inflatable cock gag was added which for her was a mercy to moan into, despite the discomfort it was meant to produce.  She worried that her moans had been too loud and that she had been subtly punished but she also knew that her Master knew that in times of stress when she was asked to do a difficult task that a gag was actually comforting to her. She felt it was perhaps a silent communication to her that He was aware of how difficult this situation was and that He was very much "with" her which only served to push her deeper to want to please Him more.

            After she had adjusted somewhat to the level of pain the tray had produced and gotten a bit more used to trying to walk with it, her Master called her over and placed the first glass of wine on it for her to serve.  This produced tears but she managed to compose herself enough to complete the task of walking with it to the other Master without spilling it or falling over.   The other Master inspected the tray for any spillage and complimented her.  She saw His mouth move but couldnt really understand the words...she was in a fog of surrender and pulsing fire in her clit and breasts.  When the other Master took the wine glass from the tray, her relief was evident but her tears still fell freely.  She felt a mix of so many things....relief and pride she was able to focus and accomplish this task but fear and confusion from the intense pain, yet wanting to take more for Him....

And she knew that if she had pleased Him that His hunger would only increase and even more would be demanded.  But she had no desire to stop the ascent and she knew from past experience that Her Master's desires were not separate from hers...they were fed and fueled by the dance of her surrender.  The more hungry He became the further she would go and the more He would ask and savor.  A perfect equation in her mind.  She truly believed that the places they could travel together were special and she knew that transformation was never an easy journey.  She closed her eyes for a moment and gathered her strength for the rest of the evening to come.

Master Tony was addressing jewel and asking her if she felt she was ready to serve the other guests properly? Then realized she had the gag and went to remove it. She replied, "Yes Sir" and then realized she had responded automatically and this really hadnt been the correct answer.  She asked Master Tony if she might address Him, in a tone of proper respect and humbleness and He allowed her to speak. She asked if He would be gracious enough to instruct her as to what "properly" entailed, so that she might be sure to do so.  Master Tony was impressed by this detail and complimented her Master on His thoroughness in training her.  He then proceeded to tell her that the proper way to serve His guests was to bring them a drink when asked and that the task would only be complete when the Master had confirmed that the drink was served gracefully and that nothing was spilled in the process. If anything spilled or the Master was not satisfied with the way she served Him, then she would obviously have to continue trying until He was satisfied. And, He added rather as an afterthought that she could be certain that she would be punished severely as well.  He replaced the gag and sat back to watch her.

She didn't waste any energy wondering what that might mean...she knew she would need every ounce of her focus to accomplish this new ordeal.  In addition to the physical demands of simply walking across the room "gracefully" while her nipples were being tugged, weighted and jerked, -- her ass still filled with her Master's plug and mouth filled with His cock gag and maintaining her balance while her body was experiencing such pain. There were the entirely other psychological and emotional dimensions happening simultaneously which drove her and those emotions too were complex.  The desire and need to perform in a manner that would make her Master proud was something that was always present but tonight there was an added twist....with others present.  It increased her anxiety dramatically.  She was aware that this evening was designed for her growth as a slave.  It wasn't about setting her up to fail or a way to stroke her Master's ego. But there was a huge part of her that was thrilled to have the chance to shine in front of people she knew meant something special to her Master.  She could see through her anxiety and fear with an almost eerie clarity that it was His love for her that drove Him to challenge her to grow and it made her find reserves she wasnt aware she had.

She was suddenly brought back to the task at hand when she heard her name being called by a Mistress across the room.  She managed to turn gracefully and winced as the tray began to move with her gait.  She slowly made her way over to Master Tony who placed a glass of wine on the tray and slapped her ass playfully as she started towards the Mistress.  This had the effect of causing her to jump slightly spilling the wine.  She immediately began to panic inside...realizing that she had spilled the wine and knowing it was through no fault of her own...but she also knew it was pointless and in fact meaningless to point that fact out to anyone. She pulled herself together and continued trying to balance the tray without spilling anymore and just putting one foot in front of the other to reach the waiting Mistress.  When she was in front of her, the Mistress leaned forward and slowly traced the wet trail  jewel's tears had coursed down her chest in the process of her walk, mocking her in a steely tone.  She then pointed out the spilled wine and picked up the wine glass and spilled it all over her chest, clearly dissatisfied.  jewel was mortified.  She had no idea what to do.  She immediately apologized to the Mistress and asked if she could try again.

The Mistress called over to Master Tony and asked Him what he thought about the situation?  Should she give jewel another chance or punish her?  Master Tony replied that He would ask jewel what she thought they should do.  He told her to kneel before the Mistress and tell the room what the verdict should be.  She knelt slowly wincing with the pain from the tray as it bounced against her knees, trembling from the pain and distressed from the humiliation of displeasing. Master Tony leaned over and removed her gag.  She felt her lower lip shake and heard the tremble in her voice as she again apologized and requested that she be punished.  Master Tony asked her to clarify why she was being punished.  But before she could answer...Master Tony addressed His own slave and asked her why jewel was being punished.  The slave quickly replied that jewel was being punished for spilling the wine.  Master Tony's face fell slightly and His smile faded....that is NOT correct!  I am very disappointed in you.  He then turned and asked jewel...why have you asked to be punished jewel?  She replied that she had been asked to do a task and had in some way displeased the One she was charged with pleasing, regardless of the circumstance and she had been told the consequences of not pleasing were that she would be punished. 

Master Tony congratulated her Master once again on His excellent training and as jewel waited to hear what her sentence was to be, Master Tony replaced the gag once more..  The Mistress announced that since jewel had answered the question in such a way befitting a well trained, obedient slave that she deserved a reward not a punishment and she was allowed to try again.  But this time there would be 2 glasses of wine on the tray.  This was a daunting task.  Her nipples were in agony and the extra weight had the effect of making her whimper continuously thru her gag with every step.  She was close to feeling her knees buckling from the pain when her Master was at her elbow steadying her.  She succeeding in delivering the wine and her Master told her to kneel and He told her He was going to remove the gag.  He slowly let the air out of it and took it from her.  She was terrified now, that when He removed the tray and the clamps, that she would not be able to contain her screams when the blood rushed back into her burning nipples.  He had anticipated this and used the opportunity to indulge in one of His favorite parts of nipple torture.  It was covering her mouth with His at the exact moment her screams came from the release of the clamps.  Her kisses then were full of fire and desperate need and they tasted delicious to Him.  He let her lean against Him for a long moment...crying softly and He looked into her eyes and told her how proud she had made Him.

The Brass Bed



I remember us browsing in that antique shop you liked so well on that rainy day last year.  My attention was wandering, but a glint in the corner of the shop caught my eye.  Behind the antiques and gathering dust was an old brass bed.  Despite its dirt and years of misuse, it still had character.  The outside rails were all brass posts with a canon ball of brass on the top of each.  The headboard was wrought iron, with slender, turned rails from the top brass rail to the bottom support.  For the footboard, it repeated the same pattern with shorter outside posts but very sturdy black wrought iron stiles in between.  Of course you smiled when I pointed it out to you, since your mind wandered right where I wanted it to go.  With a sense of excitement, you whispered in my ear, "I know what you'll do to me in this bed and I want it!"

We brought it home that night and you could not wait for me to clean it up and polish it.  The next day I did just that, sensuously rubbing the brass as I was imagining how this would add to our lovemaking.  When I assembled it and had it in our bedroom, we stood there silently lost in our own fantasies, arm in arm, taking it all in and growing in our anticipation to try it out.

That night, I made you slowly undress for me and made you stand at the foot of the bed facing the headboard.  The first and last thing you noticed was the velvet ropes that were positioned at each corner.  Just after that, the blindfold was placed on your eyes and the scene vanished, leaving you with wonderment at if there was anything else there your eyes had missed in that brief glimpse.  Your breath quickened, because you knew that was the use I had in mind for the brass posts all along.  Standing behind you, my fingers traced your shoulders and neck very lightly which brought the goose bumps standing up on your skin.  I reached around you and cupped your breasts and whispered in your ear, "tonight you will become one with this bed", your gasp at the sound of that was all I needed to hear and I guided you slowly to the bed.  You willingly laid on your back and I gently tied your hands with the velvet ropes so your beautiful breasts were completely exposed for my pleasure and use.  I made sure your head was on two pillows so your mouth was available to me when I wanted it.  I started slowly kissing your peach skin and wandering ever so slowly, made my way down to your calves, where I tied both legs to the posts so your pussy was totally open to me.  I could tell how aroused you were becoming by the wonderful glistening I could see on your freshly shaven lips.

You loved the blindfold, you seemed to go into a trance every time I used it with you.  You were instantly calmed and aroused at the same time whenever I placed it on you.  This time was no exception, as I could see you tightening your ass for me whenever I gently touched your thighs.  Slowly I kissed my way up to your ear and sighed into it, "are you ready, my pet?"  Your low moan told me all I needed to know.  The wet spot beneath your pussy was beginning to grow and I knew the bed had the desired effect I wanted.  I straddled your chest, your wonderful breasts under my ass so I could reach back and pinch your nipples just like you always wanted me to and teased your chin with my hard cock.  I already had pre-cum on the tip and lovingly painted your chin and upper lip and you struggled to try to lick it.  I could see you straining already against the bonds, because you wanted to grasp my cock and guide it into your mouth, but it was not time for that yet,,, I had other plans for you this evening.

Reaching up behind the headboard, I retrieved one of several items I had placed on the shelf there previously.  It was a wonderful fluffy feather and I proceeded to gently let it lightly flick across your face and teased your nose with it.  Each time it contacted you, you let out a sigh and your hips rose off the bed.  I slid down your belly and let the feather wander over your breasts.  Your nipples were instantly hard and I noticed with pleasure and arousal the tiny little bumps all over your areoli that were raised by the feather.  You could not hold back your want any further and begged me, "Master, please eat me now,, let me feel your tongue on my pussy and clit".  Though wanting to oblige you, since I could see how wet your lips were and how much I loved drinking your juices, I whispered, "not now, my pet, not now,, you must be patient my pet, I have plans for you this evening"  You knew your mind would not be able to keep you in control much longer, but you knew you had to try since punishment might be taking you off the bed and not letting you experience what I had planned.  You attempted to lie still, but you knew it was a losing proposition.

You suddenly lurched when the first nipple clamp was applied to your left nipple.  I had adjusted it so it was not too tight, but did get your attention.  Your right nipple instantly hardened knowing it was next.  I did not make you wait long, as you next felt the sting of the clamp on your right nipple and said, "thank you Master", just like I had trained you.  You knew the pain you were feeling was nothing more than a prelude to pleasure and you willingly submitted yourself to it, knowing the sweet release that would come because of it.  You felt my warm breath on your nipples as I licked around the clamps and somehow got your nipples even harder.  I noticed a definite quickening of your breath as you practiced the breathing techniques I taught you to deal with the clamps.

Using your pussy juices, I lubed your ass.  I always like doing this since the juices were so plentiful and of course we could not waste them.  As my finger slowly entered your ass, a long slow moan escaped your lips and your hips slowly rose high off the sheets.  I breathed on your pussy and got a whole body shudder from you in return.  I got my favorite vibrator, the one shaped like a little egg and placed it in your ass and turned it on medium.  Your quivering thighs showed we were making progress as I got off the bed and stood back to admire my handiwork.  My pre-cum still on your chin, your clamped nipples nice and red for me.  Your pussy pumping out juices now, as the vibrator in your ass had your ass cheeks firmly clamped with your hips lifting your pussy off the bed.

I knew you were close to being crazy at this time, as you started to beg me to fuck you, "please Master, fuck me,, please,,, I want your cock, I need your cock,,,,,, oh god,,, please fuck me!!!"  My cock got harder hearing that and watching your body writhe and twist in passion against the velvet bonds.  I knew you could not take too much more, so I mounted your chest and put my cock fully into your open, gasping mouth.  You could only breathe when I let you.  This almost panicked you, but at this time you were so aroused and in subspace, that my soothing voice brought you back and you concentrated and trying to suck my cum from my balls, knowing that I would not allow that till later, but nevertheless, you tried.  How good that cock felt in your mouth, my weight on your chest, pinning you onto the bed, your arms and legs helpless, the pain in your nipples and your vibrating ass.  So many stimulating events were happening you did not know what to concentrate on first.  Your mind was a whirlwind of sensations.  You felt my cock harden in your mouth and my strokes quicken and then I pulled out my dripping cock and let your saliva and my pre-cum drip over your face.  I loved looking at your skin glisten, whether it be your pussy or with my cum on it.  You started bucking on the bed now, totally aroused and desiring me with open abandon.  You had to have my cock in you, you did not care where, just wanted to feel filled.  I kissed my way down to your pussy and started to lick the outside of your lips,, up the thigh, then back to the outside of the lips.  You were so wet, the bed was soaked beneath your pussy and I hungrily sipped your juices from your swollen wet opening and you thrust it towards my mouth.  I could not tease you anymore and attacked your clit with my tongue, first on the hood and then all around it, but not right on the tip.  I wanted to save that for later.  Your moans were louder now and you were totally consumed by your passion and desire for me.  I wondered if the velvet ropes could hold you as you threw yourself with total lust back and forth, a crazed slut wanting all your holes to be filled at the same time.  My dripping cock told me I needed to use it soon, or I was going to lose it myself, and I wanted all my cum inside you.  One last lick on your clit and you screamed, "Master I'm going to cum!!!!"  I immediately turned the vibrator on high, pulled the clamps off your nipples which made you scream and mounted you and slammed my cock deep inside your pussy, I rode you as you bucked and jerked, screaming obscenities at me as you were delirious in your wanton lust for my cock and to cum.  Your cunt squeezed my cock over and over again as you threw yourself into me screaming "Fuck me Master, fuck your slut like the whore she is!!!"  I quickened my thrusts into your soaked pussy as you and I exploded together in a powerful cataclysm of screams and moans, our shuddering shaking the bed and each other.  I removed the blindfold and slowly kissed your eyes, my spent cock resting in your warm pussy, just laying there, hugging you.  I reached up and untied your arms and you immediately wrapped me in your arms, sighing in my ear, "thank you Master,,, thank you".  We laid like that for what seemed hours,, totally spent and not wanting to move.  Eventually, I slid out of you and you willingly licked my cock clean from my cum and your juices.  This was one of your favorite things to do as it was a type of punctuation at the end of our lovemaking; signifying that my cock would be ready again in a while and keeping our juices inside you.

We've had many nights in that bed since, and both remain bound to the brass bed, not by the ropes, but by our bond to each other.