Petal

For my first patron: Bachlum

"Take the cups to the kitchen and meet me in the bedroom."

"Yes, Bach."

I took the mugs and walked carefully, all too aware that the caftan was still dangling at my waist. I knew if I moved too fast, it would be around my ankles. I rinsed them and put them in the dishwasher.

I toyed with the idea of pulling the caftan back up onto my shoulders but restrained myself. I went back into the living room and walked down the hallway, my heart pounding. "Come inside."

"Yes, Bach."

I went into the bedroom and nearly ran back out. He was standing there next to his bed. He smiled at me and crooked his finger at me. I made myself walk across the room.

"Time to do some laundry, girl."

"Yes, Bach."

I went into the bathroom and got the hamper. He held up his hand when I came back into the room. "You're going to trip. Take it off and add it to the pile."

My face burned but I just set the hamper down and pushed the caftan down to my feet. I picked it up and dropped it on top of the laundry. I stood there, naked, and he smiled at me. "Good girl."

"Thank you, Bach."

"To the laundry room, then."

"Yes, Bach."

I walked in front of him into the kitchen, goosebumps all over me. I opened the door and went down the steps carefully. He followed closely behind me without speaking. He watched as I put the clothes in the washer and added the detergent. I closed the top and turned it on.

"Bach?"

"Yes, my dear?"

"Is there... I mean, is there another caftan?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Another caftan?"

"Yes. Please?"

"My dear, why would I want you to cover up again so soon?"

"But it's going to take a while for the wash to be done."

"All the more time for me to look at your beautiful body."

I shivered. He narrowed his eyes and closed the distance between us. He hooked his finger in the hoop on the collar and cupped my breast with his other hand, pinching the nipple and twisting it.

"You are mine. You belong to me."

I shook my head. I didn't mean to, but my muscles just took over. I opened my mouth to speak but he cut me off, reaching behind his back and pulling out something from his pocket.

"You do. You are my slave. I am your Master."

I just closed my eyes. If I didn't see his face, he didn't exist.

"Yes, my dear, you are mine. You are here to please me, to be my slave, to serve me."

There was a metallic click and my eyes flew open. He stared into my eyes and held up his hand, revealing the nylon cord from the bedroom. He had hooked it on the collar again and this time he held it in his fist.

"Get on your knees. Now."

I shook my head again. I reached up to grab the cord and he yanked down, hard enough to tip me forward and pull me off balance. I fell and landed on my hands and knees. He grabbed my hair with his other hand and pulled my head back, my scalp burning.

"You are my slave. Say it."

I shook my head. My throat was tight and my tongue felt frozen in my mouth.

"I am your Master. Say it."

I shook my head again.

"Go. Crawl up the stairs like the slave you are. Don't make me drag you."

"No," I said, my voice barely a croak. "I'm not."

He moved a few steps in front of me, his eyes narrowed in what was barely disguised fury. "You are my slave. Say it. Say it and crawl up the stairs."

"No."

He jerked the cord again, shortening the distance it allowed. He pulled hard twice but I was frozen. He doubled the cord in his hand and brought it down. My ass stung and I jerked forward, gasping.

"Go. Get upstairs."

I shook my head again. He brought the cord down again and my ass burned. Tears spilled down my cheeks but I started moving. He pulled me forward again and I started crawling.

"Faster."

I crawled to the stairs and he swung the cord again. I yelped and kept going. I went as fast as I dared, the carpet rubbing hard on my knees and palms. I made my way up, crying out as he swung the cord three more times.

Once upstairs, he closed the door behind us. "Bedroom. Now."

He moved in front of me and kept the cord taut. He walked quickly and I hurried to keep up. My nose was full and I had to breathe through my mouth. I was sweaty and crying, concentrating on moving.

He walked to his bed and clipped the cord back on to the frame. "Stay there."

I nodded and he left the room. He came back quickly and dragged a large mirror to the foot of the bed. He pulled his shirt up and over his head and tossed it on the floor, then sat on the edge and moved until he was sitting with his back pressed against the headboard. "Come here. Now."

I stood up and climbed onto the bed, trying to slow my breathing. He tugged on the cord again and I moved closer to him. "Right here. Get right between my legs."

I nodded and followed his directions. "Turn around. Face the mirror."

I did and saw just how red and blotchy my face was. My hair was disheveled and stuck to my head from the sweat. He pulled back on the cord and I tumbled back, moaning again as the quilt pressed onto my ass. My back was pressed against his chest, the soft hairs pressing into my skin.

"Spread your legs."

"Bach..."

"Now."

I did and he hooked his feet around my ankles. He pulled back and my legs spread wider. He put one hand on my forehead and pulled me back even more, leaving no space between our bodies. My head rested on his bare shoulder and I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Open your eyes. Look in the mirror. Do it."

I shook my head, barely able to move it under the pressure of his hand. He pulled and twisted my nipple, making me gasp. He squeezed and twisted harder. I opened my eyes and met his gaze in the mirror.

"Look at your body."

I made myself follow his instructions. I looked at the way his hand was clamped around my breast and the way my nipple was pulled out away from it. I looked at my legs that were spread so wide it made my thighs burn. Then I looked at my bald pussy, its lips pulled apart and open.

"You have a beautiful body. Say it."

"I... I have a beautiful body."

"Your breasts are full and beautiful."

"My breasts are full and beautiful."

"Your nipples are responsive and delicious."

"My nipples are responsive and delicious."

"Good girl."

"Thank you, Bach."

He released my nipple and ran his hand down my stomach. He turned his head and kissed me just above my ear. He spoke softly directly into my ear.

"Watch me touch you."

"Yes, Bach."

He touched the top of my thigh and lightly dragged his nails back up. He held me tighter to his body and I started panting. He laughed lightly and licked my ear from lobe to tip.

I watched as he drew his hand closer to my core. He traced the line from the very top of one thigh to the other, lightly touching my bald mound. He cupped it with his fingers and gave it a light squeeze.

"This is my body. This is my pussy. Say it."

"This is your body. This is your pussy."

"Good girl."

"Thank you, Bach."

He lightly traced the lips, moving up and down. I watched as he parted them with one finger. I sucked in my breath and he kissed my ear.

"This is my clit. Say it."

"This is your clit."

He tapped it and I jumped. He laughed into my ear again. He tapped it harder, making it sting. He caught it between his thumb and forefinger and began to roll it around. I knew how wet I was. I could feel it starting to pool under me.

"One thing, my dear, you may never cum without permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Bach."

"Good girl."

"Thank you, Bach."

"This is my pussy and it is beautiful. Say it."

"This is your pussy and it is beautiful."

"My pussy is wet, girl. Say it."

"Your pussy is wet."

"Bach is turning you on. Say it."

"Bach is turning me on."

He squeezed again and my hips raised up from the bed. He laughed again and pulled my head back tighter against him.

"This is my clit and it is beautiful. Say it."

"This is your clit and it is beautiful."

He moved his hand and traced the opening of his pussy with one finger. "You want me to probe my pussy. Say it."

"I want you to probe your pussy."

"Good girl."

"Thank you, Bach."

He pushed his middle finger in slowly. I watched as it disappeared into me. My hips wanted to move but I kept them still. He moved it in and out gently then brought his hand up to my face.

"My pussy is wet. Say it."

"Your pussy is wet."

"Clean my finger with your tongue, girl. Taste yourself on me."

I opened my mouth and licked his finger. The mixture of my liquids and his skin filled my head. He moved it closer and I sucked it into my mouth. I met his eyes in the mirror, noting they were narrowed slightly but his mouth was curled into a smug grin.

He pulled his finger back and I opened my mouth. He slid it back in with a second finger. I sucked those as well and he murmured, "Yes, that's it. That's a good girl."

I opened my mouth again to say thank you and he slid in another finger. His hand was wide and my lips were strained. But I sucked the three fingers.

"You like having me inside of you. Nod yes."

I nodded, still sucking. My liquids were gone, but the salty taste of his fingers was still on my tongue. He watched me for a bit then pulled his hand out of my mouth. I took a deep breath and he kissed my ear again.

"You want me inside of you. Say it."

"I want you inside of me."

"You want my hand in my pussy. Say it."

"I want your hand in your pussy."

"Good girl."

"Thank you, Bach."

He touched his pussy again, tapping his clit harder. I jerked but he pulled tighter with his feet. "Watch, girl. Watch my pussy welcome me in."

I watched him slide one, then two, then three fingers inside. He moved them back and forth and curled them up, pressing on my g-spot. My breath became more ragged. He slid in his last finger and used his thumb to work his clit. My hips moved on their own, pressing into his hand.

"Remember to ask, girl."

"Yes, Bach." My voice was ragged all over again, but this time not from tears. He held my head back against him and continued to use his hand. The pressure was building in my body and I knew I was getting close to the edge.

"Bach..."

"Yes, my dear?"

"I'm going to cum."

He caught my earlobe between his teeth and bit lightly. "Try again."

"Bach, can I cum?"

"One more time," he said, my earlobe still in his mouth.

"Bach, can I cum please?"

"Cum, slave. Cum on your Master's hand and know that you belong to me."

I couldn't help it. I came, moaning and gasping. His pussy clenched on his fingers and more wetness slid out of me. He didn't stop moving. He kept the sensations going and I rode it out on his hand.

When it slowed, he stopped moving but left his fingers inside. "Such a good girl. Such a good slave. I chose so well."

"Thank you, Bach."

He slowly removed his hand and released my head. My breathing was still shallow and irregular from the sensations. He moved us together in one motion onto our sides, spooning up behind me. He wrapped his arm over me and cupped my breast, squeezing lightly. The other arm was above our heads and he tapped the cord, making it pull on my collar.

"You are beautiful. And you are mine. Say it."

"I am beautiful and I am yours."

He laughed and curled his body even more against mine. I let myself relax into him, pushing aside the feelings of guilt and confusion. I was warm and he was holding me.

"I'm your Master. You are my slave. Say it."

My eyes slid shut and my mouth seemed to work of its own volition.

"You are my Master. I am your slave."

"Good girl. Very good girl. My very good girl."

"Thank you, Bach."

I knew I was dozing and didn't fight it. It had been a long day.