Sorority – part 11

by Autumn Seave

He left the room for a moment and returned with a warm wash cloth. He smoothed it over my body and commended me for my performance. His caresses and praises felt good, but it had still been way too long since my pussy had been filled properly and I hoped my turn would come soon.

He guided me to lay lengthwise on the bed and tied my wrists to the head board. Reaching over me, he pushed a button on the headboard. I watched as a sturdy metal pole was lowered from the ceiling. It hung horizontally above me and had leather attachments at each end. I soon found out what the attachments were for as he tied my ankles to the restraints. My legs were spread wide and my hips and ass were just slightly off the bed. I was open wide to his view and my discomfort was obvious, I’m sure. At the same time, I was excited and my pussy throbbed under his visual examination.

I thought that finally he would touch me now. But he didn’t. He got up from the bed and went to the window seat where he lit a cigar and began to smoke it. I was so frustrated that I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I was filled with want and desire and need, but I didn’t dare ask for what I wanted. I knew that this was a test of my patience. It was also about teaching. If he was to take a position as my Master, I must learn to succumb to his lessons, even if I didn’t completely understand at the moment what those lessons were to be. I felt confident that every thing he chose to do, or not do, would be to the ultimate benefit of my pleasure. And I knew I would be rewarded if I waited.

When he finished his cigar, he came over and sat between my legs. He began to stroke behind my knees and thighs, using light sensuous touches. As patient as I was trying to be, I couldn’t prevent a sigh from escaping my lips. My mistake. If he wanted to hear from me he’s have said so, and he had said nothing to indicate that I should speak or show my pleasure.

Almost the instant that sigh escaped my lips his finger tips delivered a quick, stinging slap to the inside of my left thigh.

“Are you getting frustrated my pet?”

“Yes,” I murmured.

“Tell me why you sigh with such exasperation? What is it you want that you do not have?”

“You.”

“Yes, but please be more specific.”

“I just want you. Your lips, your tongue, your hands…and your cock.”

“Like this?” he asked. And he began to stroke the lips of my pussy with a touch so delicate it was barely there.

“Yesss…”

“But you want more don’t you?”

“Please, yes. I do want more.”

He continued to pet my pussy. The heat from his finger tips felt like a fire stick. When his finger slid inside me I turned my head to the side, biting my lip just hard enough that I tasted the slightest hint of blood on my tongue.

He quickly removed his fingers and delivered another slap to my inner thigh.

“Don’t turn away from me when I pleasure you. You must look me in the eyes so I can see your lust. I want to know how badly you want me. I want to see your wanton desire. I want to know that you are willing to submit to my choices.”

As he spoke, he continued to pelt my inner thighs with short stinging slaps.

When I finally regained eye contact he slid his fingers inside me and began to finger fuck me slowly. Occasionally, he’d slide his thumb over my clit, and then take it away. He continued this until I was almost on the brink of an orgasm. And then he pulled away again.

He got up from the bed and I heard the bathroom door closed. Then the shower started. And there I was, lying on the bed with my clit throbbing and my cunt dripping with desire.

He’d been in the shower for about ten minutes when I heard the doors open. Was that Ginger? No, it was a young man pushing a room service cart. He pushed it close to the bed and sat down in front of me.

“Relax Miss. I am here at Bill’s request. He’s asked for a very special dessert this evening.”

My face was burning with the humiliation of being seen so exposed by a complete stranger. But then I began to remember the evening that I met Bill and how you’d shared me with your friends. And my cunt began to fill with that familiar want, that need, to be seen. I realized then, that Bill wanted me to know that people would now see me as his slut, his possession, and mostly, that he would call the shots and I would accept whatever he allowed.

The young man removed the cover of the tray and began spooning whip cream over my over heated pussy. The coolness of the whip crème was a strong contrast to the fire that Bill had already ignited but instead of calming the fire it only modified my excitement. He plopped a cherry in the middle and began to leave.

He came back a moment later and looked admiring over my vulnerability.

“Mr. Bill is a lucky man. If I didn’t have so much respect for him my cock would be buried deep in your ass right now. I only hope that he’ll apprentice me someday and grant me that pleasure.”

Then he left.

While I squirmed and whimpered in my torment, the sounds of the shower stopped. I waited in anticipation but it was a good five minutes before he came out.

“I see my dessert has arrived. And did Solomon touch you? Did he tease you a little perhaps?”

“No.”

“I’m sure he enjoyed the delivery though. I know I’m going to enjoy my dessert.”

He was soon between my legs and lapping away at the whip cream. He didn’t gobble up the delicious wares, but lapped slowly like a large cat. Sometimes his tongue would sneak through the cream to flick over my sensitive lips but mostly he lapped around the real dessert. Finally, most of the whip cream was gone and he began to work at the bits that had crept between my layers. With only the tip of his tongue he cleaned me up until only the scent of sugar remained.

During his deliberate cleaning of my mound, my mind was screaming for more. I wanted harder licks, I wanted his fingers inside me, I wanted to come more than I ever had before. It was the most wonderful torment that I wanted to end with his cock inside me, yet wanted it to go on forever.

He began to work over my entire cunt. While most would spend a lot of attention to my clit and the entrance to my tunnel, Bill gave my labia lots of attention. It was exciting and frustrating. I knew he was building up, but as to when he would ever allow me to reach climax I couldn’t even guess.

Over the next couple hours Bill brought me up and down several times. Thought had ceased to exist for some time now. Words could no longer form. Images flashed through my brain at a hundred miles an hour. It was several minutes before I realized that he was speaking to me.

“Tell me what you want.”

He was kneeling between my thighs, his cock hard and pointing its swollen head at my pussy.

“I…”

Words were still not forming properly and I had a hard time getting them out.

“I want…you…I want you to…take me…”

The head of his member slid just inside me and my hips moved to take more of him. But he held my hips still as he stimulated the delicate entrance to my tunnel.

“Oh, I will take you. But what I want to know is will you let me take you forever? Will you let me take you as my wife?”

I looked into his heart and finally understood why he’d spent so much time courting me, unlike anyone else would have. I saw the deep respect he needed me to have for him as he wanted to show me the same. I saw his sincerity and his need and desire. And I saw his ability to give me everything I needed, wanted, and craved.

“Yes.”

With my answer, my promise, my devotion, he drove his tool deep within me. He took me into our future, took my dreams and desires into his heart.

As I came I saw our future swim before my eyes and my heart wept with the joy of knowing that I’d been taken to that place I’d been yearning to be – home.