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Collected by Djian
"His Slave Screams"
by Subjukate
Part 4
One week later, Laura had said her goodbyes to John and her friends in the
community. She arrived at Galveston Island with the two trunks full of all
of her earthly possessions. The cab driver dropped the trunks on the mosaic
tile in the foyer of the big old Victorian house. The stairway hovered in
the entry leading up to hidden rooms that overlooked the gulf. She stood in
the doorway after letting herself in and called out, "Hello? Master Gus?"
His home was silent except for the scuffling of feet. A side door opened
and a middle aged woman spoke. "Oh, hello there. We weren't expecting you
until tonight. Heavens! You are three hours early!" She began to worry over
her and guided her to the kitchen. "Oh well, no matter, I'll get you
something good to eat and we'll fix you right up."
The next few hours were spent unpacking and getting ready for dinner.
Master Gus was working in the city. He would be home at dinner time. Micah,
his housekeeper, was more than pleased to have a guest to talk to while she
made dinner. She allowed Laura to help with a strange concoction she called
"gumbo."
At six-thirty, Micah left to go to her two-room apartment up the street.
"Just call if you need anything," she said as the door closed behind her.
And then suddenly, Laura was alone in his house, in her master's house. How
could she ever have left him? She went up the stairs to her room that
adjoined his and retrieved the cat-o-nine-tails from her baggage. She went
back down the stairs and into the dining room and placed it on his plate.
She sat and she waited. Seven o'clock. Seven-thirty.
At eight o'clock, the garage door began to open automatically. It began to
worry her and she felt anxious. His car pulled into the garage and he came
in through the side door. He was much better looking than she had
remembered, and he looked so surprised to see her. She dropped her gaze so
as to avoid looking him in the eye. He dropped his briefcase onto the floor
beside the couch. He slipped off his jacket and loosened his tie. He did
not speak to her, but she wanted to throw herself into him. Surely he was
happy to see her? Apparently not.
"Master?" Her voice cracked the silence between them.
"Bring my dinner and follow me," he said as he took the flogger from the
table. She took his cup and plate and followed him up the darkened
staircase to their rooms. She was really anxious now. This was not what she
had expected. At the top of the stairs he commanded her to strip and leave
her clothes at the top of the stairs so that Micah could find them in the
morning. She handed him the cup and plate and as he ate he watched her
undress. She made a conscious effort not to be provocative, but she found
it difficult in her self-consciousness. With all the courage she could
muster she said, "I am sorry that I ran away."
He looked up from his dinner and said, "Oh? Really? Tell me why."
This caught her off guard and she scrambled for an answer, and she found
none. Oh, no.
"I am sorry because... because..." she stammered.
"Yes? Don't dawdle. What?"
"I am sorry because I was unhappy without you, and I made you unhappy
without me."
"Ah! That is so true!"
"Master, I would rather live with you in your anger than live without you
at all."
"Is that so?" he said coldly. "So tell me this: What punishment do you feel
is befitting a slave who runs from her master?"
"Two years without him?"
Her response caught him off guard; he had not expected that answer. "You
think that two years separated from me is enough punishment?"
"Yes sir. I did hard time with Lord John's housekeeping."
He tried to stifle his smile and could not. It erupted across his face and
he could not stop it. It was so very difficult being angry with her. "Did
he figure out your thing for pain?"
"No."
"I see you bear the mistress's ring. Did you finally muster the ability to
dominate?"
"Yes. I did it for you. I did it so I could find you again."
"Really, why?"
"Because I love you."
"Oh."
His manner softened and he made himself vulnerable and placed his plate
beside his cup on the floor. "I am still angry. I will have to punish you.
I simply cannot let this slip. To tell the truth, I have been planning this
since you left, because I knew you would come back. This will hurt you. It
is unavoidable, but it will please me.
Will you do it because it pleases me?"
"I will," she said with conviction.
"Give me your hands." She held them out and he bound them with a red silk
scarf. "Now, come with me." He held her bound wrists and took her to his
room. He had placed a platform beneath a hook sunk into a beam in the
ceiling. He helped her up to the hook and hung her by the scarf facing a
way from him. She dangled there for a moment, but did not cry out. He moved
the platform beneath her and she supported her weight on her tip toes. He
placed the ball gag in her mouth, since her nose got stuffy when she cried.
"If it is more than you can bear you are to raise your left foot. Do that
for me now."
She raised her foot and put it back down again. "Good. John tells me that
you have not come in over six weeks. He says that you sacrificed yourself
for his pleasure when you dommed him last. It has been quite some time for
me as well, so try to save your strength. We will be at this for a while."
With that he began to lay into her soft pale flesh with his
cat-o-nine-tails.
He reddened her back and warmed her backside until she began to lose her
footing.
"Spread your legs for me."
She complied. He eased his middle finger in between the lips of her labia.
She squirmed a bit against him.
"No. No. I know that this position is awkward, and I will release you from
it soon, but first you must be punished to my satisfaction. You are wet
finally. This is very good."
He laid down his cat-o-nine-tails and took up his favorite crop. He made a
few strategic welts on her backside. Her strained skin bled in some places
and she was clearly to the point of tears, but still she did not cry. He
distressed her vaginal lips by placing weights on the chain that pierced
her there; then he placed nipple clamps with very small weights on her
nipples. This brought her to begging.
It was plain that she was begging to be released, but still she did not
raise her leg. He made a few more marks on her back, then cut the scarf
that held her up. The sudden release of pressure to the joints in her
shoulders caused her entire back to spasm and the cries were muffled by the
gag in her mouth. He removed it so that he could listen to her speak. But
initially she did not say anything.
He laid her down in his bed. Her skin was hot to the touch and he would not
let her lay on her back until after he had salved her back.
She argued with him in the beginning saying that he was being cold and
indifferent, which was actually true, but after she pointed it out his
heart softened again. Twice she rose to leave and sleep in her bed and
twice he forced her back down. This also pleased him, and he began to feel
the old stirring. Eventually he said, "I want to taste you."
She was tired from the journey and shaky from the whipping. Her face
carried the strain of tension and pain. The weighted nipple clamps caused
her to move very slowly and he had to encourage her to comply with his
wishes by kneeling between her opened legs and talking to her.
"I know how tired you are and I will let you sleep after this is done. Can
you open up a little more? Oh, good. I'm going to remove these weights
first and then the nipple clamps."
She sat up in the bed and moved toward the door. Not the nipple clamps, she
hates those. He held her shoulders and reminded her of the the untold
pleasures if only she would be still. He held her to his chest and
restrained her with one arm across her upper body while removing the first
clamp. She did not scream as he had anticipated but she did squeal. The
second clamp took a greater toll as the skin had broken. This time she did
scream.
The pain with the nipple distracted her enough so that when he removed the
other weights she did not seem to feel it as completely. Then with
deliberate strokes, he began a simple rhythmic movement of his hand around
her clitoris speaking tenderly to her.
"Open for me. Open now. This is good. You are a good girl. You came back
and will be rewarded. Yes. Rest your head here on my shoulder. Oh, your
cunt is so wet. Your sex is so hot. Oh, how I have wanted to fuck you for
so long. Let me fuck you, Laura."
Her head was so heavy. Her body seemed distant. His words were so far away.
His fingers were penetrating her sex with long, sweeping strokes. She began
to raise herself to meet his thrusts. His thumb would gently touch her
pearl as his fingers slipped inside. "Let me fuck you, darling..."
He moved her onto her back again and began to suck the sweet juices that
she made for him from herself. Laura's inhibitions melted suddenly and she
groaned as he sucked her. He guided his longest finger up inside her and
pressed carefully on her G-spot. He sucked her clitoris as he stroked her
there causing her to writhe and thrash. "Laura, my beloved, I have missed
you so much."
"Master, I cannot bear it. Please fuck me."
Her nipples had hardened to impossible points. She had thrown her head back
into the pillows and she widened her legs in a strange sexual beacon. He
moved above her and stared down into her face as he slipped the his cock
into her. Laura's cunt sucked at him, milking the jizz from him. He gave a
tentative thrust to see how she would react, bearing in mind the new cuts
on her back and the ache in her nipples. She was practically frantic to
come, but he tried to slow her.
"No. Be still. You have gone far enough. I can do this; I can bring this to
you without any work on your part. Relax for me now. Let me reward you."
"Master, it is so close to me. I am so close to coming, yet I can't.
Please help me." she sounded frightened and frustrated as if she had never
had it happen to her before.
He gave another half-thrust into her and withdrew again watching the
reaction on her face. She had closed her eyes and brought her arms up in a
submissive pose that resembled being bound. She worked her hips and cunt
muscles, heightening it for him. He fought to restrain himself. She would
come first even if it meant that he did not come at all.
"Sweetheart," he said breathlessly, "please do as I say. Please relax for
me. You are too tense and you will not come like this. Breathe. Your
breathing has become erratic and if it goes on much longer I will stop to
protect you from damage. Breathe."
She took long breaths with him and as she did the tension left her. The
tautness in her cunt smoothed and Gus could begin the fucking without
concern for hurting her. He drove his spike into her, causing her to gasp,
and then withdrew. He quickened his tempo in her window of peace, speaking
soothing phrases to comfort her.
"Easy now. It will come to you. Don't reach. Reach to me; don't reach to it."
"Master, please help me." Now she was frantic and tired. Gus began to fear
that she would not come. But he would have to make her. His own orgasm was
beginning to build with a surprising ferocity. He knew that it would
overwhelm him suddenly and he tried not to succumb to it so quickly. He
could feel the rumbling deep inside his balls and he could feel the
eruption beginning to blast into her waiting entry.
"Laura, I'm right here and I am going to come soon. I'm coming soon." He
took a swollen nipple into his mouth and gently sucked it.
The sensation was both painful and erotic. Laura responded well with a
renewed thrust of her loins into him. "Master," she said, "Oh, God, this is
so good... more... more." He plowed into her with no restraint. The
momentum of his fucking lifted her from the bed with the very plunge. Her
cries were changing; he knew that she would come when he did, so he let his
torrent flood her. The jizz filled her aching channel as he pounded her as
hard as he could. The pounding began a chain reaction that forced her into
orgasm.
"Master, oh, sir..." were her only words as it crashed around her. Her cunt
milked the come from his hardened fuck pole and he fucked her furiously
with great grunts. He blasted and erupted several times until he fell limp
on top of her. He could not move.
He could not speak. There was a long silence between them and then he
pulled himself from her and fell asleep at her side. They slept entwined in
the still of the big house.
The following morning he bathed her and salved her once more. Sir Gus and
Laura telephoned Lord John to tell him that all was well. All was well...
