Cuffs encircled her wrists and a length of slender chain secured one to the other with little more than six inches of room to spare between them. Her shoulders ached from the way her arms had been locked behind her back, yet Patty knew better than to complain even if she wanted, desperately, to move. Her thighs burned from the length of time she had been kept on her knees in the corner of the room, her nose pressed to the wall. Her throat had long since dried out and though he had not fastened a gag in place Patty knew better than to make a sound.
She wanted to call out to him, to try and fix the problems between them, but it would have only made matters worse. He'd told her to be silent. She was not to move or even to attempt to even catch his attention until he was ready for her again. Disobeying him when she had been put there on punishment would have only made matters worse in the long term, and in the short - gods she didn't even want to think about that option.
Her ass had paid the price for speaking out of turn last time. A dozen with the cane, marks that had left sitting down difficult at best for several days after he had corrected her behavior, no she didn't want to go through that again. How she had managed to keep even remotely still at work after that little incident was beyond her.
If they had known then Patty would have never heard the end of it.
You're being abused.
How could you let a man do that to you?
Have you lost your mind? All those generations of women fighting for equal rights and you let a man tell you what to do?
It's just some sick little game you like to play. Look how you run to him every time you've had a bad day but you still go home to your safe little apartment at the end of the session don't you?
How could they ever understand how she felt around him? The warmth that flooded through her body in his presence, or the way she knew she belonged at his feet? After a long day, or week, there was nothing like being able to shrug off the pressures of work and curl, naked, at the edge of his chair.
Richard. She didn't have to turn around in order to know what he looked like. Except her submission, her evenings with him, they hadn't been based on his appearance. That wasn't important to her anymore.
Oh, it had been, once.
She'd been like so many others in her younger days. A firm ass, a good smile, the right words. They'd been affective more than once. She'd grown since that time though, changed. No, not changed, finally accepted what it was she needed to do. The woman she still wanted to be if she ever had the courage to take it all the way, to dive into the sweet darkness he offered and never look back.
Richard said she was ready.
So why couldn't she do it?
Her Master, the one that knew when she needed a firm hand and when she needed to be held.
He understood what she needed often before she'd realized it herself.
How could that be wrong? Or evil? Or abusive?
Yet that one part still left her wondering. How could she really want to be with him yet be afraid to be with him on more than a part time basis? He'd made it clear she'd not be told to leave her work, or give up her dreams. They'd discussed everything from the way they could live together to the types of play they would one day explore. Yet every time he asked her to take that dive into the unknown with her she held back, came up with an excuse, backed away or changed the subject entirely.
Now she paid the price, another punishment for refusing to answer his question. Even saying no would have been an answer but she'd clammed up and earned this time at the wall instead.
Her nose itched.
Patty wriggled her nose a little against the wall. With her hands cuffed it was the only way she had to be able to stop the annoying sensation. As long as she kept the movement small then he wouldn't notice, or maybe it didn't matter as she was trying to combat the itch?
She could call out her safe word. Cheat and end the punishment. Put on her clothes, walk out and never look back.
Never look back, to be forbidden that peace kneeling at his feet. To forgo the touch of his hand in her hair, that look in his eyes when he spoke the words that made her heart soar.
"I love you, my slut, and I am so very proud of you."
Patty let out a sigh. How could she turn her back on him?
I'm addicted to him, to this, even when I've done something wrong I can't find it in my heart to walk away.
No wonder some would have called her brain washed and abused. How could they ever understand the sense of peace she felt at his feet? Or the sheer bliss she enjoyed beneath his touch, when he took control of her body.
She tensed. Had that been a footstep?
Gods, was she in trouble for moving?
Her muscles tensed across her shoulders, hands tightening into fists as she struggled to stay in place with her nose against the wall. Would he be proud of her for holding still? Or angry at the small amount of movement?
She could feel her heart pounding against her ribs, heat rippled through her inner walls and her nipples crinkled. Patty took a long, slow, deep breath and tried to force her thoughts back into some semblance of calm without much success.
Damn him, she didn't even know if he was in the room or not right now. He could have left the room for all she knew, walked out and left her there with her nose against the wall waiting for the moment when he would return.
Turn around. Just take a quick peek, it won't hurt, he won't even know.
He'd know. Somehow even if he wasn't in the room, he always knew if she had broken one of his rules.
Did she give it away?
Was there something about how she looked at him, or the way she acted when she had done something wrong? Had she a tell of some type? Like in poker?
Her body tensed about the plugs he had taken so much care to work into her body. One dildo buried into her sex, the plug deep in her ass, a wide strap of leather between her thighs to hold them in place. Each breath or tiny movement made her aware of them all over again. Her core rippled about the dildo, the need to come surged for a moment then faded back down into the ever present heat in her tight inner walls.
No, she didn't have permission to sink into the pleasures that now teased her senses and pressed against her sex, but that still didn't stop how she felt, or the drive she struggled to contain.
Focus. Breathe and focus. When he was ready to let her cum then she'd know, until then she would keep it under control.
Find something else to think about.
A soft step, a low creak of a floor board, the gentle caress of a breeze across her back - he was there. He had to be. Had it been long enough to satisfy him? She hadn't been that bad, not really. It had just been one question she'd been unable to answer but she'd still managed to displease him with her failure.
Why was that one damn question so hard to answer?
Her thighs clenched, a throb claimed her clit, she wanted to move, to press down and rock against her heels, to find some way of releasing the bitter sweet tension that even know formed a path through her body.
Breathe slowly, calm, focus. He was there, so she had to keep in position. Maybe this time she could be released from the punishment without further stripes being added to her ass?
But a part of me wants the stripes.
The lash of the cane was one thing, the look in his eyes, those harsh whispered words of displeasure that tore through her heart, were another entirely. Those words were worse than any blow, any physical punishment he could ever put her through. Tears stung in her eyes, threatening to spill down her cheeks and leave a salt heavy trail across her face. No, she couldn't risk hearing those words again.
Knives.
Needles.
The soles of her feet beaten with a cane.
Anything would be better than hearing those hateful words.
Patty swallowed hard, forcing her tears back. No need to cry. He hadn't said them, nor had she done anything to truly anger him. This was just a lesson, one she needed to learn. He wasn't angry with her, just displeased with some of the things she had done recently, or not done in the case of one particular thing.
She took a long, deep breath and tried to calm her growing nerves. She hadn't moved, not enough to really anger him anyway, or that was her hope.
Don't think about it. Just breathe, focus on the wall, don't move and ignore the fear. He's not angry with me, not really. He didn't say the words. He hasn't said the words and it will all be fine. Gods, it has to be fine.
A new creak, a footstep across the floor, closer than before. He was near. Her cunt rippled, the hairs on the back of her neck rose and her nipples throbbed as she pressed tight to the wall.
How much longer did he expect her to hold position?
Not that it mattered. If he insisted she remained here for the rest of the day she would somehow find a way to do that.
So why couldn't she take that final step into his collar?
His fingers wrapped about the back of her neck, a grip that left no room to move, no place to escape even if she had wanted to. His thigh brushed against her back, so close to her bound hands that she struggled against the compulsion to grab hold of him. She wanted his touch, needed to know that everything had been cleared between them.
Yet he still didn't speak.
The corner of something firm yet flexible brushed over the curve of her naked ass. Something she knew well. Relief washed through her system. At least now she understood just what would be required of her.
"Are you ready to be forgiven?"
"Yes, Master." Patty struggled to keep her voice from turning into a petrified squeak.
"Do you understand what you did wrong?"
"Yes, Master. I do."
He leaned closer. "And are you ready to accept that you are mine yet? To take that step into my collar as my slave. Not just as the woman I dominate when the mood strikes you? Are you truly ready to accept everything that becoming my property will mean?"
Her heart missed a beat. Her lips parted, the words she longed to say, the plea to become his, trapped somewhere deep within her chest. She squirmed down against the twin penetrations of the dildo and plug, her tight walls wrapped about them, slick from the heat that now coated her vulva.
"Don't move." His fingers slid into her hair, grasping it tight as he twisted his grip.
"But I..." Pressure built rapidly within her sex. Heat, need, fear and desire mingled in one demanding wave that surged through her core only to slam against the dam his order had put in place. A mental and physical block had been placed on her ability to take that step into her much needed release.
"That wasn't a suggestion." He tugged back on her hair, forcing her head back until her breasts were pressed tight to the wall, the full mounds half flattened against the painted surface. The crop tapped against the curves of her ass, light, stinging slaps that forced her breath out in low gasps. "You will not move my slut. Not until you're ready to answer me."
Not move unless she gave life to those words?
The heat drained from her skin and seeped between her thighs.
It was such a small step, a final step and by doing so he'd let her move. No, more than just move. She needed to cum.
"I suppose ye think I'm being cruel to you? That I should give you time to be able to answer my question?"
Patty whimpered.
"Ah, and you think that sweet sound will get you out of trouble?"
No, she knew better than that.
Pain lanced through her ass, fire followed suit burning into her left ass cheek in the near perfect shape of a square. His crop. She didn't have to see it in order to know which one it was, or what color, even the small worn spots on the handle had been burned into her memory.
The edge of the folded leather square brushed over her ass cheeks. Leaving a wake of goose flesh in its path.
"Ready?"
Yes. Screamed her mind.
"No," was the word her lips gave life to.
"But you want to," Richard whispered against her ear, the leather leaving her form only long enough to swing back through the air and crack against her bottom.
"Yes," she cried out.
"So do it." The crop teased between her taut cheeks and brushed over the thin strap between her thighs. The dildo pressed a little deeper into her body, the plug already buried to the hilt, both had left that narrow strap soaked with a mixture of sweat and lust. "Tell me what you want. Don't let the fears keep us apart."
Fears. Did it boil down to nothing more than childish fears?
"You only have to say the word. One word. Do you want to stay with me, to be mine fully. No more stolen evenings together, but every night, a life as man and wife, as master and slave. Say the word my pet."
Just one word.
The crop lifted away from her ass. Her core quivered about the dildo. Her clit ached, burning for a single word, that touch that meant she could let down the walls and finally cum.
"Yes or no." He cracked the crop down against the leather strap with each word. "Yes, or no, Patty."
Yes. No. Gods I can't, I want to but I can't.
"Answer me." Two words, two blows. Two fresh waves of pain and delight. She sucked in her bottom lip fully, catching it between her teeth. Just a little longer. If she could hold out he would drop the subject and move on. Leaving it for another day.
No he wouldn't.
Not this time.
All those nights to come where she didn't have to hide who she was, where she might awaken in his arms without dashing to get things ready and run home to change for work.
His wife. Her thighs clenched.
His slave. Her cunt tightened, released onto to tighten again.
His slut. Her body screamed with the need.
"Yes." A single word, but it opened the lock. Patty hissed, her back arched tight, thighs taut. "Yes, my master!" Her body jerked within his grasp, her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms as she screamed the words.
Richard's eyes shone as he tipped back her head and held her tight to the wall through the waves of pleasure that wracked through her bound and helpless body. Perhaps it was the sweat that half blinded her, or a trick of the light but for a moment she could have sworn she could see tears on his face.
His.
Such a small step to make.
Not truly the final, but the first of many more to come.
Originally published October 2006 - "Supernatural"