Beast

[R Nitelight]

OOC: For the Countess......


IC:

The girl is due to arrive today, so here I wait in the tallest tower of my lonely castle staring at the long and empty road. My mood was as foul as my cursed appearance, and I bemoan for the thousandth time the deal I struck with the travelling merchant. He found himself in my debt, owing me more gold than he could ever expect to accumulate. When I demanded immediate payment, he made a rather shocking counteroffer. He offered me his greatest treasure -- his daughter -- for an entire year.
Like a fool I accepted, and so stood here, compulvively clenching and unclenching my ghastly massive hands in a fit of nervous energy, all the while contemplating all the things I planned to do to the girl.
I made a vow that she would surely earn her keep, this so-named Beauty.
Finally, I spotted her in the distance, a tiny speck on the horizon. Even from this great distance, it is easy to pick up the fear and reluctance in her body language.
Saliva started to trickle out of the corner of my mouth as lustful thoughts arose. I ran my tongue over my yellowed tusks as I watched her get closer and closer.....

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Beauty

OOC: We are going to have sooooo much fun with this...


IC: With every step I cursed my father. What kind of man could sell his own daughter? Worse yet, he was merely "loaning" me in payment of a debt. How can I hope to attract a husband after this year is over? No matter if my virginity is intact, who would believe it?

I heard some whispers as I passed through the little village outside of which stood the castle to which I headed.
"Beast!" "Gastly!" "Frightful!" were just a few of the heated words I overheard. My father told me nothing of the man I was being given to, he merely promised that I would not enjoy my life if I refused him on this matter.

What choice did I have? A life of hell in my home, or a life of hell elsewhere?

As I approach the castle, I see a figure staring down at me from the balcony. Surely it is a trick of perspective! No man can be so large... As I draw closer, the figure disappears from the balcony only to reappear in front of the massive structure. I see a massive pair of shoulders holding up...oh my god!! How could my father have sold me to a...a beast???

Fear turns my blood to ice and I stand rooted to the spot.

 

[R Nitelight]

My keen eyes pick up the exact instant she spots me for the very first time. For an instant she mistakenly thinks I am another of the hideous gargoyles standing vigil around the castle. Then she sees me move, and her expression changes from puzzlement to horror.
It is clear that I am not like other men. I am huge, for one thing, nearly seven feet in height, and seemingly as broad across. Thick reddish-brown hair covers my body, making my skin almost impossible to see. My head is surrounded by a thick mane of hair, but perhaps my most disturbing feature is the pair of tusks that protrude from my lower jaw, giving me a boarish appearance.
At first, I was distressed at the reaction my looks brought on. Now, I looked at the undisguised loathing as a mark of respect.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Beauty

Perhaps there is a world, somewhere, where fathers do not sell their daughters. Perhaps, somewhere, such a daughter would not have to sacrifice her honor to save that of her father's. Perhaps...

I do not live in that world. I live in a world where I will be the one disgraced if my father's honor is besmirched. I know he went so far into debt trying to provide a life for me. But since mother's death, he has been unable to...concentrate. He can't keep a good job. He drinks too much. And now his debts have been called due. Of course he couldn't pay them. All he had of value was me. All I have to repay him is to honor his wishes.

Father had given me a good life. That is, before mother's death. He taught me to do so many things! To read when other girls were only taught to sew and cook. He taught me to stand and face my problems, to take their full measure and show them I knew no fear.

Apprehension stills my feet and makes my heart pound. Pride keeps me from turning and running. Pride makes me stand tall. The wind blows an errant golden lock over my eyes, and I reach to brush it away, breaking the trance. The huge beast's thundering footsteps stop a few feet away, but close enough that I still have to look up - way up - to see his face.

I have seen much ugliness in life. But it is usually an ugliness of the soul. I do not want to be so scarred, and so give this Beast my full measure of attention when I would rather run and hide. Strength oozes out of his very pores. Every part of him seems massive.

As my eyes reach his face, it is his eyes that draw me. It is his eyes which make my breath catch in my chest. His eyes, roaming over my body as if he were imagining me...without clothing. A maiden blush paints my cheek pink and I turn my head. Such lust in his eyes. For the first time, I know what it is to fear a man...or a beast.

 

[R Nitelight]

"You must be Beauty," I said. "I am your new master. That is how you shall address me. As Master."
"Yes, Master," she curtsied, eyes demurely cast downward.
I took my time examining her. It takes a bold man to name his child 'Beauty', but I was forced to admit that in this one instance the appellative was prophetic. She was a true beauty, like a ray of sunshine captured and molded into the shape of a woman. I circled her five times and could not find a single flaw.
"Your long journey has made you quite gamy," I said, cruelly wrinkling my prominant nostrils. "That is unacceptable. Follow me. I will show you where you can clean up."
I led her through the garden. The garden was magnificant this time of year, vibrant and bursting with color and life. Butterflies fluttered from flower to flower, and songbirds made music no instrument could hope to match.
"This is the bathing pool," I said. It was a small man-made pond about twenty feet around, and no more than three feet deep in any spot. At one end, a waterfall provided a gentle sprinkling shower of clear cool water.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" I asked gruffly.
I could tell she was waiting for me to give her some privacy, and the expression on her face when she realized I had no intention of leaving was priceless.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Beauty

It would appear that he finds no fault in my appearance, I thought to myself as he circles me for the fourth, then fifth time. I was thankful for my long skirts to hide the knocking of my knees from fear. Almost no fault.

"Your long journey has made you quite gamy," he said. "That is unacceptable. Follow me. I will show you where you can clean up."

Flames of humiliation licked up my neck, over my face and into my hair. I know he could not have detected any such smell. I had bathed before I left and I worked up more of a sweat sweeping out the parlor. Why in the world would he have made such a...

"Oh!" The garden he led me to was indescribably beautiful. Butterflies flitted from flower to flower, then came to rest on my outstreached finger. A song bird perched on a branch over my head and began to sing his sweet melody. A small rabbit, small furred nose twitching adorably, hopped to my side. He stayed for a moment while I petted his head, then skittered away when Master came to stand beside me.

"This is the bathing pool," he said in his apparently normal thundering tone, indicating that I should bath here. I knew I would not mind. In this season, the water would be pleasantly warm and the floral scents would be incredible on my senses. I longed to jump right in, but waited expectantly for him to leave.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" I finally looked into his face, with the expression that I was waiting for him to leave. I wanted to be obedient, of course.

It was in his eyes, more than anything else. The way his lips turned up in a sneer matched the lurid expression in his eyes. He wasn't leaving!!

"Won't you please..." I stammered, but to no avail. His look grew more impatient as he waited for me to undress. Finally, knowing that he could accomplish the task himself with little effort and ineffective resistance on my part, I turned my back to him and began to unlace my bodice.

"Turn around!"

With tears spilling down my cheeks from the utter humiliation, I turned to face him. Keeping my eyes locked on his feet, I slowly removed each article of clothing until I stood before him clad only in my thin lawn shift.

 

[R Nitelight]

A tiny part of her precious dignity dropped away with each article of clothing that hit the ground. Soon, she stood before me clad in only a thin shift. It was her intention to stay that way, but the look I gave her told her otherwise, and she was soon absolutely bare, flushed and trembling, with her arms placed strategically to cover her most private places.
"Place your arms at your side!" I commanded. She jumped at the sharp tone of my voice, and the tears that she fought to hold back began to roll down her delicate cheeks, but she complied....
She stood like that, and I said nothing. Five minutes passed, and then ten. It wasn't until fifteen minutes passed that she found her voice.
"Master," she said meekly.
"Yes, Beauty," I responded.
""What am I to do?" she asked. 'Is it your wish that I stand here....."
"I thought I told you to cleanse yourself!!!!!" I bellowed. Beauty backed away, afraid that a blow was coming. Then, she whirled around, stepped into the water, and began to bathe.
I watched her every movement. My ugly face was a stone mask, giving away nothing I was thinking.I didn't dare let her see the awe her body inspired in me. Her full, firm breasts, her pointed pink nipples, her thin waist, her well-rounded ass, and of course her pleasure garden with its lush growth of short golden hair.
Time seemed to stand still as Beauty bathed. She seemed to forget where she was, and the tension left her body as she let the mild water wash against her soft skin. The perfect moment ended for her when she turned and saw me staring at her.
"That's enough," I said. "Now come stand before me."
She scurried out of the water and positioned herself where I indicated.
I reached out and gently traced the outline of her perfect face with my fingertips. Then, I lightly stroked her silken hair. She seemed touched at my tenderness, and began to relax, thinking for the first time that things might turn out well after all. That was when I roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.
"Your father made me a certain guarantee, girl," I stated, my unlovely face but inches from hers. "Before I accept you as payment, I must satisfy myself as to your state."
I placed my index finger in my mouth to moisten it before reaching down and inserting it between the lips of her sweet pussy. She tried to scream as I probed her, but the sound simply refused to come out. She was incredibly tight, and I encountered the expected resistance.
"Excellent," I said, leaving my finger inside her a moment longer than was absolutely necessary. "You have passed. I accept the terms. Now follow me."
Beauty bent down to pick up her clothes, but I stopped her.
"Leave them," I ordered. "They make you look like a merchant's daughter. I have better things for you to wear."
I walked away without looking back, but I could hear her behind me struggling to keep up.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Beauty

I opened my mouth, but nothing would come out. I made no sound as his large finger roughly probed my womanhood. I thought he meant to rape me on the spot, but he made a reference to some promise made by my father. When no further assault came, I could only assume he referred to my virginity. Tears fell in waves down my cheeks. Partly in horror at his assault; partly in sheer gratitude.

Finally, he beckoned me to follow him - without my clothing. As I bent my head in shame, I saw Master put his finger in his mouth for a moment. THE finger. Shame coated my cheeks in a bright pink blush. If he lusted after me - and I was familiar with men's lust from some of the village boys - why did he prize my virginity? Did he plan to sell me to someone else? I could not fathom it.

It was a long trek back into the castle, through dimly lit corridors until we reached a smallish, dusty room. He lead me to a wardrobe and, opening the door, began sifting through layers of clothing. Finally, he brought out a garment and handed it to me.

"Put this on, then come to me in the library," he gruffly ordered, then lumbered out of the room, allowing the door to slam in his wake.

I felt like the worst kind of whore as I donned the dress without any undergarments. The skirt was not very full, and without a petticoat, clung to my legs. The bodice was tight, but thankfully tied in the front. I would not need HIS assistance in tying it. The soft velvet material gripped my waist like a pair of hands, pushing my breasts up until they fairly bulged out of the top. And the neckline was indecent. It barely covered the blushing peaks of my breasts! Anyone taller than I, as was Master, would have no difficulty looking straight down into my cleavege gaining a shocking view of my nipples. I didn't even dare breathe deeply.

"This simply won't do," I muttered to myself. I searched the room until I found a swath of material that I could fashion into a shawl. Squaring my shoulders, I went to meet my Master.

His eyes immediately went to the shawl covering my chest and shoulders. "Disobedience will be swiftly dealt with," he growled as he ripped the fabric from me.

 

[R Nitelight]

Without saying another word, I took Beauty by the arm and dragged her to my favorite room. Her curious eyes took in every detail of the unfamiliar room, and when the purpose of my collection of toys dawned on her, she turned pale.
"Remove that dress," I barked. While she did, I took the offensive shawl and rolled it up. When she was naked I used the shawl to bind her slim wrists together. I then took one of the many hooks dangling from chains cleverly interwoven on the ceiling like a massive iron spiderweb. This I attacked to the shawl. Using a pulley, I adjusted the length of the chain until Beauty's toes could barely brush the cold stone floor.
"You've led a sheltered life, my Beauty," I pronounced. "A soft, pampered life that has been lacking in discipline. It is a discredit to your upbringing, and to your father's parenting skills. I'll bet he never bruised your lovely delicate skin. Well, I am not your father."
Since this was her first offense, I decided to go easy on her. I selected my thinnest bamboo cane. Standing in front of her, I slapped it against my palm several times, giving her a preview of what was in store for her. Then, I stood behind her and ran the cane up and down the surface of her quivering back. Finally, I pulled back my arm and delivered a sharp blow directly on her tender young ass.
Beauty screamed when the blow landed. She screamed twenty times in all.
When I finished, I examined my handiwork with a satisfied grim. Excellent, I thought. Such smooth, even lines.....
"When you prove yourself worthy," I promised, "I will discipline you with my hand alone. You will come to crave my touch. Now, I want you to think about how you have disappointed me, and how you can prevent it from happening again. I will return soon."
I left her dangling there. My intention was to let her down in twenty minutes, but somehow I forgot all about her. It was evening when I returned.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Beauty

My throat was raw from screaming. The walls of this room must be so thick for the Master to be unable to hear me screaming. Was this to be my life for a year?

The breeze set off by the opening of the door scrapes across my sensitive backside, stirring me back into consciousness, barely. I couldn't feel my arms and I was getting dizzier by the moment. That was, in fact, what had caused me to lose consciousness in the first place.

I thought I saw a flicker of concern in his eyes when he cut my bindings and lowered me to the floor. I was utterly helpless to prevent him from touching my backside. Where once there were twenty red welts, there were now twenty angry black streaks. Thin, yes, but I felt each one.

In an unexpected act of mercy, Master did not cradle me in his arms. He tossed me over his shoulder and lumbered out of the room. I lost consciousness again, but came too screaming when I was dumped unceremoniously onto a large four-post bed, still naked, but without strength in my arms or legs to fight him.

I felt a small pinprick in my shoulder and my eyes widened in horror. I don't know how long I screamed while the blood returned to my tortured arms...

 

[R Nitelight]

"Stop screaming girl," I insisted when I returned. She winced when I touched her, but the healing salve that coated my hands did its work almost immediately. I covered almost her entire body with the aromatic substance, then carefully massaged it in. Perhaps my hands lingered an instant too long over portions of her anatomy, but the temptation to explore every inch of her flesh was too great to ignore.
When I finished, she said, "Thank you, Master."
"Sleep," I suggested. "Our day begins at dawn here. I have many plans for you."
I left her then, and returned to my chamber. I too would be needing my strength in the morning.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Beauty

I watched his back as he left the room. Despite what he said, my father was a good man. He just loved me very much. He would never have treated me as this beast had. Tears welled anew in my eyes when I thought of the days ahead. I feared I would visit that...that...room many more times.

The salve he applied to my skin felt so good. It made me feel a little sleepy, but not enough to want to sleep. My skin felt tingly and soft and I made the mistake of running my hand over my stomach. I closed my eyes and let my hands run lightly back up over my stomach and onto my breasts. They were sensitive from Master's touch earlier. He had seemed to linger there, and lower, between my legs. The strangest sensation had started when he rubbed the salve there. I allowed my fingers to slide to that spot where he had touched.

Mmmmmm. My eyes dropped closed and I sighed. I let my legs drop farther apart and let my fingers explore this virgin territory for the first time. Never had I been touched here so intimately as when Master probed me with his finger. I found a spot that, when I rubbed it in small circles, made me feel wonderful and languid! I rubbed a little faster and suddenly it felt as if a bubble of pleasure had burst all over my body.

Taking a deep breath, I sighed and pulling the covers up over my body, fell fast asleep.

Just before I dropped off into the arms of Morpheus, I thought I heard a creaking sound - as though someone were walking outside my door - but fell asleep before I could investigate.

 

[R Nitelight]

In the morning, I examined Beauty carefully before declaring her fit for service.
"Come. Don't bother dressing," I said. I led her to the bathing pool. This time, there was no hesitation as she stepped into the water. What was different today however -- to her shock and horror -- was my clear intention to join her. I slowly removed my clothes, carefully giving Beauty an eyeful with each deliberate gesture. Eventually, I stood before her clad in only a loincloth. Then, I crossed to the lip of the pool.
"Finish undressing me," I ordered. With great trepidation, Beauty came to me. Her hands shook when she reached out and uncovered me, revealing what I believed to be her first cock. Her eyes widened at the sight of it, and I somehow got the impression that she was a bit disappointed. At first glance, my cock appears small. That is an illusion caused by the overwhelming bulk of of my body. In truth, it is over nine inches long. Needle thin, pink and hairless, with a slight curve, it bears a slight resemblance to that of a dog.
Entering the water, I moved to the center of the pool and sat down.
"Bathe me, my Beauty," I said.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Beauty

"Bathe me, my Beauty."

My cheeks burned hotly as I set his loincloth beside the pool. Tears pricked my eyes.

Once he was settled in the middle of the pool, I began using a gourd to ladle clear water over his body, trying to keep my eyes averted from...from, what I had seen earlier. I found a sweet-scented soap and began to lather him. While I was concentrating on not looking at anything inappropriate, I did not realize that I was not watching where and how I was standing. I rubbed his arms, then reached up to his chest.

My first thought was that the day was unseasonably warm, then I realized that it was Master's hot breath on my breast. His eyes were rivited to the blushing peaks.

I jumped back immediately. "I am sorry, Master!" I apologized profusely. "It will never happen again!"

My fear was evident as I cowered several feet away from where he sat.

Ignoring my fears, he growled, "Come closer, Beauty, and rinse me." Using the goard again, I rinsed the soap from his body, then stepped back again. Slowly, Master stood and I scurried back to the bank and turned my eyes away. Curiousity got the better of me and I peeked back at him. His manhood was so long, but rather thin looking. As I stared, though, it started to grow...

 

[R Nitelight]

Her hands roamed freely over my well-muscled body while she washed me, but her sparkling blue eyes never left one specific portion of my anatomy. Like a serpent, my cock seemed to mesmerize her. Once, when she had to drop to her knees to scrub my legs, her face was but inches from it. Instinctively, her mouth opened slightly, and the temptation to fill it with my scepter was great indeed.
Against my baser instincts, I controlled myself. I had an entire year. I planned a slow seduction of my Beauty. I wanted to drive her to the brink of maddness with new passion, and then pull her back, confused and frustrated and unfulfilled.
It would make my ultimate conquest ever so much the sweeter.
"That is enough," I said dismissively. "I have no further need of you today. Feel free to explore your new home, and get comfortable with your surroundings. I have very special plans for this evening, though....."
I laughed and the unmistakable dark tone of my amusement sent chills through her perfect body.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Beauty

I turned away from my Master, grateful to be able to turn my eyes away from his disturbing nakedness.
"I have very special plans for this evening, though....."

I shivered with fear. All I have known here is fear, pain and humiliation. I collapsed onto a patch of soft moss when he finally left me alone. My little rabbit friend hopped over to my side and nuzzles my fingers.

I found my dress and donned it once more. I walked toward the manse, but detoured toward the woods to the north. I spent the day wandering in the woods, playing with the animals and forgetting my situation.

Eventually the sun started to set. As I sat looking toward the spot in the sky where the sun had set, I heard the crunching of leaves behind me and knew it was Master. It must be time for some new torture...

I ignored the flutter in my stomach that didn't feel like fear. I looked up at his face. It was bathed in the last rays of the setting sun - light and shadows playing tricks with my eyes. His eyes, as they took the scene surrounding him, were hodded and did not reveal his feelings. I took the opportunity to let my eyes travel over his form. Every part of him screamed strength. My eyes went back to his mouth and I took in his massive jaws. Before I'd come here, there was a boy who'd stolen a kiss from me. I couldn't help but wonder what Master's kiss would feel like...

 

[R Nitelight]

I found her in the main hall staring at the painting over the fireplace. She didn't hear my entrance, so I took the opportunity to spy on her. She seemed entranced by the beautiful boy captured forever by an artist of unmistakable genius. On more then one occasion, her delicate hand reached up so as to trace the outline of his comely features.
"Handsome lad," I observed, breaking the silence.
"Master, I didn't know you were standing there..." she said. Then, "Is this you?"
I walked up to the portrait and looked at it as a thousand memories came flooding up from my subconscious. For the thousandth time, I pondered ripping the cursed thing off the wall and tossing it into the fire.
But I didn't. I never did.
"I have preparations to make for tonight, my Beauty," I said stiffly. "I want you to join me in one hour. That's one hour. If you are tardy by one second, you will be punished."
I turned and stormed away. I didn't tell her what room I would be in. I was certain she knew.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Beauty

I watched his back as he stalked away, then looked back up at the portrait on the wall. There was something about his eyes that seemed so familiar!

I ran to my room to hide for a time, but as the hour drew near, I feared punishment more than I feared Master. The last few minutes I spent brushing my hair. As the brush swept through my hair, I grew more curious about the picture over the fireplace. I wondered if I had been right in my guess. The eyes were so similar...

The clock started to chime and I new I was in trouble!! I ran like the wind to the room -- THAT room -- and arrived as the last chime of the hour rang. Had I made it in time?

Master's expression revealed nothing and I stood before him trembling with fear, my eyes rooted to the floor.

 

[R Nitelight]

Beauty arrived right on time. I tried to conceal my disappointment.
Without speaking, I pointed to the floor in front of me. Beauty came over and stood on her mark. With knowing fingers, I slowly undressed her. As my hungry eyes feasted on her many charms, I noted how much more comfortable she appeared standing before me now. Gone was the terrified girl with the knocking knees and the leaking eyes. Her head was held high, and her carriage was erect. I could sense she was losing her fear of me.
Silly girl.
I went over to the cabinet and pulled out a pair of shacklets -- a pair of iron wrist restraints connected by a thin but sturdy chain. I could see her struggle to fight back the panic as she held out her wrists.
This time, I delivered twenty blows with the paddle. Its wide, flat surface provided a different sensation from the cane, but the pain was equally exquisite. Beauty was sobbing uncontrollably when I finished, though it was unclear whether her tears were from the blows or from the dread mystery of not knowing how long I would leave her hanging this time.
I surprised her by letting her down then and there. She immediately sank to her knees.
I went over to her and stroked her silky, fragrant hair. "I am very pleased with you, my Beauty. Your obedience today has been exemplary. Therefore, I have decided to give you a reward."
I unbuttoned my pants and freed myself. Once again, Beauty found herself mere inches from my manhood. Unsure of what I wanted her to do, she reached out and encased it between the palms of her hands.
"Not your hands, my Beauty," I said. "Use your mouth...."

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Beauty

"Not your hands, my Beauty," he said. "Use your mouth...."

I swallowed hard and screwed up my courage to do as he asked. Fear was my main motivation. I did not wish to experience another whipping. Although, deep inside my being where I wasn't sure I wanted to look too closely, there was a tiny kernel that enjoyed the attention. Some tiny part of me which enjoyed hanging naked from his chains. A small part which enjoyed the sensations of his hands on my bare flesh.
But only a very small part. The rest of me trembled in fear as I leaned my mouth closer to his manhood. He looked down at me so intently as I slowly parted my lips and brought the tip into my mouth.

It was a different taste. One I've never experienced before, of course, but one which was strangely tantalizing. I swirled my tongue over his member, and was -- rewarded? as it began to swell. Master's hand dropped on to the top of my head, his fingers threading into my hair. With gentle pressure, he guided my mouth further onto his manhood until I was fairly choking. I looked up at his face and saw only his eyes: expressionless and boring deep into mine.

Unable to maintain the intense eye contact, I returned my eyes to the task in front of me. I was unsure of what he wanted me to do...

 

[R Nitelight]

Her mouth was hot and wet and wonderful. It took all my self control to not close my eyes and give in to the pleasure, but an example must be set, so I kept my unwavering gaze locked on Beauty. I could see her glance up at me from time to time as she struggled to take in as much of my cock as she could.
"More tongue," I suggested, and instantly her tongue was more active.
"Take the tip in your mouth, and stroke the base with your hand," I suggested. "Now cup my balls with your other hand. You don't have to be so gentle."
She squeezed harder, almost too hard, but I refused to show her my discomfort.
"Flick my peehole with just the tip of your tongue," I suggested. She did, and I almost came on the spot. Knowing I was close, I said, "Now take it all. Slide me down your precious throat."
She started to bob up and down on my rod like a woman possessed. When my time came, I fired load after load into her mouth until a thin stream of it came dribbling out of the corner of her mouth.
"Swallow every precious drop, my Beauty," I suggested.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Beauty

There was something magical about being a slave...no one would expect me to disobey my master. I would in fact be considered contemptable if I were not to obey my Master's every wish. Knowing that, a tremendous load of guilt lifted from my shoulders.

Following his orders, I flicked the little hole at the tip with my tongue. A little fluid seeped out that tasted somewhat salty, somewhat sweet. I took his cock further in my mouth than I had before, allowing it to push down my throat where it nearly gagged me.

Suddenly, I felt a gushing of fluid in my throat and I nearly did gag. Reflex as well as Master's orders made me swallow all I could, only a little dribble escaping my lips. I used my fingers to scoop the errant strand into my mouth, licking my fingers clean.

Although my backside was still sore, I sat at Master's feet, unable to understand the feeling careening around my head. I felt a strange wetness between my legs and a tight feeling in the pit of my stomach that was not entirely unpleasant. I looked up at Master with my questions reflected in my eyes.

 

[R Nitelight]

Beauty's eyes burned with a thousand questions.
"You may go," I said, dismissing her.
Beauty looked hurt, but she gathered up her clothing and made her exit without protest. As soon as she left, I stroked myself to another orgasm before turning in.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Beauty

I ran from the room not bothering to dress. My clothes would more than likely be painful on my backside anyways. I ran into my room and threw myself on my bed. Painful sobs wracked my body. The glaring red skin on my bottom was a convenient excuse for my tears, but the real reason wasn't so simple.
I felt an ache deep in the pit of my stomach...a wanting for what I didn't know.

Remembering, I reached my hand between my legs, finding the spot I'd discovered only last night. The pleasure was there, but it was incomplete. I didn't want to feel my hands on my skin. I wanted someone else's hands...

 

[R Nitelight]

After she finished bathing me the next morning, Beauty took me in her mouth without prompting. I enjoyed the feel of her lips wrapped around my dong, but what shocked me was the sight of Beauty fingering herself in rhythm to her oral ministrations.
"What are you doing, Beauty?" I asked coldly.
"I....I...." she sputtered.
"Are you touching yourself, Beauty?" I asked.
"Yes, Master," she said, blushing deeply.
"Did I give you permission to touch yourself, Beauty?" I asked.
"No, Master," she said, trembling with fear at the the thought of imminent, merciless punishment.
"Well, I give you permission, my Beauty," I said. "You may touch yourself whenever the urge becomes too strong to ignore.
The expression on her face turned from terror to shock to delight.
"But," I said, "When you touch yourself, you must invite me to watch."

[Edited by R Nitelight on 10-22-2000 at 08:29 AM]