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command issued, and another command obeyed. My body thrilled as I pressed my head down
into the carpet, the fibers barely brushing against my nose. It smelled clean, and faintly floral. But the carpet was the last thing on my mind, now. I was painfully aware of how exposed I'd made myself to my
master. My ass was raised in the air in a most needful position, and my legs were slightly spread. Mr.
Hendricks could surely see – and smell – everything about me right now. I wanted to squirm and back up
against him, and beg him to take me, but I knew I had to be obedient. This was what he was looking for.
My continued obedience, despite our temporary distance.
“I want you to repeat something, until I tell you to stop,” he said, giving no sign that he even
acknowledged my current position. “Repeat after me: I am an obedient slave. My master gives me
pleasure.”
“I am an obedient slave. My master gives me pleasure,” I repeated softly, breathing into the carpet.
As I said those words, that needful fire rose within me. It was true. I was obedient. And he did give me
pleasure. So, so much pleasure. I groaned softly.
“Again!” he commanded, slapping me lightly on my very exposed ass. I squealed and lurched forward
“I am an obedient slave. My master gives me pleasure.” The fire rose and swelled, even hotter. It
was true, it was true. “I am an obedient slave. My master gives me pleasure.”
I spoke those words over and over, so many times they seemed to lose meaning. All I knew was, I
was here, in my master's house again, and I was his, and I wanted him, and he wanted me. Lust grew and
flowered inside me, and no matter how hard I tried to stay still and obedient, chanting those erotic words,
I still found myself squirming. I was totally exposed to him. He could choose to take me at any moment,
without any warning at all.
But every time I squirmed, he slapped me, and every slap became progressively harsher, stinging my
ass. I steeled my will and forced my body to remain still.
I didn't even know how much time had passed, when he finally relented. It could have been ten
minutes. It could have been an hour. I depended on my master completely to keep track of the time, just
one more way that I relinquished control to him.
I was mid-chant, when Mr. Hendricks interrupted me. “Up,” he commanded.
I abandoned the chant now, quickly scrambling to my feet and facing him. My body pulsed and ached
with need, and I could feel my need in another way, between my legs. I was slick with longing; I was
drenched. My breath came in juddering gasps as I stood before my master now. My chest rose and
heaved. I needed him. I needed him more than anything, right now.
But it seemed he wanted to continue the tortuous wait. “I thought we would try a new type of bondage
tonight,” he said lowly, holding up a length of rope. My eyes widened, and I stared at him in askance.
“It's exactly as it appears, pet,” he said, answering my unasked question. “Go sit on the bed, and
remain absolutely still.”
“Of course, it's more than just rope bondage, it's Japanese rope bondage. Very intricate. Very
difficult. It's been a while since I've done this,” he said in a conversational tone as he followed me to the bed.
He placed his hands on my shoulders now, running them along my cool skin, taking in the familiar
landscape of my body. His flesh was hot against mine; it nearly seared me with its heat. There were no
words, now, only his hands pressing against my body, and the rope.
It felt like no other rope he'd used before. The fibers smelled natural, almost wood-like to me. The
coils pressed and scratched against my skin. My master wrapped it around my shoulders, my belly and
back, and around my breasts, putting more than a little pressure on them.
He'd implied that he was rusty, but he wrapped me with all the confidence of a practiced expert. He
didn't make a single mistake, as far as I could tell.
into the carpet, the fibers barely brushing against my nose. It smelled clean, and faintly floral. But the carpet was the last thing on my mind, now. I was painfully aware of how exposed I'd made myself to my
master. My ass was raised in the air in a most needful position, and my legs were slightly spread. Mr.
Hendricks could surely see – and smell – everything about me right now. I wanted to squirm and back up
against him, and beg him to take me, but I knew I had to be obedient. This was what he was looking for.
My continued obedience, despite our temporary distance.
“I want you to repeat something, until I tell you to stop,” he said, giving no sign that he even
acknowledged my current position. “Repeat after me: I am an obedient slave. My master gives me
pleasure.”
“I am an obedient slave. My master gives me pleasure,” I repeated softly, breathing into the carpet.
As I said those words, that needful fire rose within me. It was true. I was obedient. And he did give me
pleasure. So, so much pleasure. I groaned softly.
“Again!” he commanded, slapping me lightly on my very exposed ass. I squealed and lurched forward
“I am an obedient slave. My master gives me pleasure.” The fire rose and swelled, even hotter. It
was true, it was true. “I am an obedient slave. My master gives me pleasure.”
I spoke those words over and over, so many times they seemed to lose meaning. All I knew was, I
was here, in my master's house again, and I was his, and I wanted him, and he wanted me. Lust grew and
flowered inside me, and no matter how hard I tried to stay still and obedient, chanting those erotic words,
I still found myself squirming. I was totally exposed to him. He could choose to take me at any moment,
without any warning at all.
But every time I squirmed, he slapped me, and every slap became progressively harsher, stinging my
ass. I steeled my will and forced my body to remain still.
I didn't even know how much time had passed, when he finally relented. It could have been ten
minutes. It could have been an hour. I depended on my master completely to keep track of the time, just
one more way that I relinquished control to him.
I was mid-chant, when Mr. Hendricks interrupted me. “Up,” he commanded.
I abandoned the chant now, quickly scrambling to my feet and facing him. My body pulsed and ached
with need, and I could feel my need in another way, between my legs. I was slick with longing; I was
drenched. My breath came in juddering gasps as I stood before my master now. My chest rose and
heaved. I needed him. I needed him more than anything, right now.
But it seemed he wanted to continue the tortuous wait. “I thought we would try a new type of bondage
tonight,” he said lowly, holding up a length of rope. My eyes widened, and I stared at him in askance.
“It's exactly as it appears, pet,” he said, answering my unasked question. “Go sit on the bed, and
remain absolutely still.”
“Of course, it's more than just rope bondage, it's Japanese rope bondage. Very intricate. Very
difficult. It's been a while since I've done this,” he said in a conversational tone as he followed me to the bed.
He placed his hands on my shoulders now, running them along my cool skin, taking in the familiar
landscape of my body. His flesh was hot against mine; it nearly seared me with its heat. There were no
words, now, only his hands pressing against my body, and the rope.
It felt like no other rope he'd used before. The fibers smelled natural, almost wood-like to me. The
coils pressed and scratched against my skin. My master wrapped it around my shoulders, my belly and
back, and around my breasts, putting more than a little pressure on them.
He'd implied that he was rusty, but he wrapped me with all the confidence of a practiced expert. He
didn't make a single mistake, as far as I could tell.
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