Petal Ch 07

He tugged and led me back into his bedroom. He smiled at me and I shivered. I'd seen him smile many times, but this was different. This looked hungry. Hungry and even predatory.

"On the bed, my dear. Just lie down in the middle."

"Yes, Bach."

He let go and I did what he said, my hands shaking and heart speeding up. He stood next to the bed and picked up the leash. "Chin up, girl."

He clipped the leash on my collar and gave it a little tug. The sensation was becoming familiar and I shivered. "Arms out."

"What?"

"Put your arms out. And don't move until I say."

"Yes, Bach."

He climbed up on the bed and within seconds had both of my wrists handcuffed to the bedposts. I gasped and pulled against them and he grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. "I said don't move, girl. Do it again and you'll regret it."

"Yes, Bach, I'm sorry."

He kissed my forehead and let go. "Open your legs. Nice and wide."

I did, aware of how much I was sweating and shaking. He slowly and carefully tied each ankle to the bottom posts. He ran his hand up and down my inner thighs, never touching his pussy, chuckling to himself.

"You're trembling, my dear. What's wrong?"

"I... I'm scared, Bach. I don't know what you're doing."

"Trust me. I'm a Master."

He got up and went to his dresser. He opened the top drawer and rifled around. I tried to slow down my breathing and make my heart go back to normal, or at least some semblance of it. He turned back around, a velvet bag on one hand and a handful of what looked like clothes pegs in the other.

"What are you going to do with those?"

"Anything I want, my dear. But feel free to enjoy it. In fact, I highly encourage it."

My eyes welled up again, both in fear and confusion. He laughed and walked to the bed. He sat on the edge, close to my hip. He put the bag down and started to play with my nipple. He tugged and twisted it, pinching and pulling. In his other hand, he held up a clothes peg.

"Play time now, my dear."

He squeezed the peg and it opened. He pulled the nipple out further and closed the peg on it. I gasped and he let go, letting it go back to my body with the peg still squeezing. He gave it a light tug a few times then got up and went around the bed, repeating the procedure on the other side.

He moved to sit next to my head, stroking hair out of my face. "Oh, now, don't pretend, my dear. Tell me how it feels. Tell me how it feels to have your Master put pegs on his slave's nipples. How it feels to have the squeezed and pinched. To know that I can leave them there as long as I like. Tell me."

"It... It hurts," I said, my voice raspy.

"But?"

"But..." I blushed and closed my eyes.

"Look at me."

I opened my eyes and looked up at him. "But... But I like it."

"That's a good slave," he said. He pulled one peg slowly, the nipple stretching with it. He opened it then closed it again, the sensation making me gasp. He opened it again and let it snap shut and I jerked, unable to move more than an inch or so.

"You'll learn to stay still, my dear," he said. "Soon you will only need the paper chains to hold you in place while I play."

"Yes, Bach," I said, picturing myself in an old-fashioned string of paper garland that we used to put on our Christmas trees when I was a kid.

He pinched the peg on the other nipple and I gasped again, but didn't move. He smiled at me and stood up. He walked to the foot of the bed and sat between my thighs. He held up another peg and opened it and let it close in the air, making sure I was watching.

"How do you think this will feel on my clit, my dear?"

"No," I whispered. "No, please don't, Bach, please don't that will hurt too much."

"Nonsense," he said. He put it down and slid two fingers into his pussy and laughed. "You are so wet, do you realize that? So wet."

He pumped his fingers in and out slowly and used his other hand to start working his clit. He squeezed it and rubbed it and watched my face. I wanted to move my hips in time to his hands, but made myself stay still. He smiled at me and moved onto his stomach.

He kissed my inner thighs and nipped at them with his teeth. He used his fingers to pull his pussy lips apart and tug back on his clit's hood. I gasped again from the sudden movement and its intensity. He looked up at me, smiling again, his eyes back to predatory and possessive.

"My pussy is beautiful," he said. "Smell is intoxicating. I can only imagine its taste."

He leaned forward and lightly pressed his lips on his clit. He tapped it lightly with his tongue then licked it. "Do you like that, my dear?"

"Yes, Bach," I said, breathing carefully.

"Excellent."

He rolled his tongue over it again and I had to hold my breath. He pulled back harder and I almost cried out. He lightly ran his teeth over his clit and began sucking on it. I began panting.

"Please, Bach, please can I come?"

He didn't answer. He nipped again and continued licking. "Please, Bach?"

He stopped and moved back, letting go of his pussy. He sat up and smiled down at me. I stared at him, my body shaking and a light layer of sweat on my head. "Bach?"

"Not yet, my dear. I'm not done playing with you yet."

He got up and went back to his dresser. He got something else out and sat next to me again. He held up a thin, plastic ruler. I started to shake again.

"Bach?" My voice was high pitched, almost a squeak.

"Sh, my dear. This is fun."

He brushed my hair out of my eyes again and kissed my forehead. He held the ruler in front of my eyes and moved it slowly back and forth. "It's nice and flexible. Just the way I like it."

"Please don't use that on me," I said, my eyes full of tears all over again.

He ran it over my mound and tapped it gently. I gasped and he laughed. "You are my slave," he said. "I will do as I like with my property."

He smacked it hard and I yelped. The ruler left a burning sensation behind and the tears spilled over my cheeks. He laughed. "Good slave. Make all the noises you want. That just makes it more fun for me."

I tried to squeeze my legs shut but the ropes he had used held me in place. I tried to pull my hands away but they were still cuffed. I tried to thrash and all I managed to do was lift my hips up in the air. He laughed again and shoved a pillow under my ass, limiting my movement and exposing me even more.

He traced the line on my mound from the ruler and dragged his nail across it, making me groan. He used his fingers to pull the lips and hood back, fully exposing his clit. He pressed down, stopping my movements.

"Don't! Please, Bach! Don't!"

"Hush, girl."

He brought the ruler down hard, landing directly on his clit. I screeched and tried to pull away. He did it again and again. I just kept struggling, my body moving on its own.

After a bit he stopped. He leaned over and kissed my forehead but I jerked away. "Don't touch me!"

"I own you, girl."

He tossed the ruler aside and took a small bottle from the velvet bag. He held it up in front of my eyes. "Trust me, this will help."

I tried to move away but he squeezed a dollop onto his fingers and began rubbing it gently into my mound, then onto his clit. I gasped and shook, but he was right, it did help.

He stood and took off his clothes. He laid down next to me and propped his head up on one hand, the other toying with the pegs on my nipples. His skin pressed against me and I tried to pull away.

"Sh, girl. Stay still, now."

"No!"

His eyes narrowed and he pulled off one of the pegs in a smooth motion, making me cry out again. "I said be still."

"No," I said again, but this time my voice was quivering.

He opened the other peg and I gasped. He leaned down and sucked on that nipple, rolling his tongue over it. The sensation was intense but stopped the pain quickly. He continued to massage his clit and slipped a finger inside of his pussy.

"You're so wet, girl. So wet for your Master."

I closed my eyes and turned my head away. He laughed and moved his fingers slowly, in and out, massaging my g-spot. His thumb rubbed his clit gently, circling it over and over. He continued to suck my nipple and soon, inexplicably, I was trembling, close to a climax.

"Bach? Bach, please can I come?"

He laughed and pulled away. His pussy felt empty and I groaned. "No, my dear. Not yet."

He got up and began untying my legs. He opened the cuffs and laid next to me again. He pulled me in close and I rolled onto my side. His skin was warm and I slowly stopped shaking.

He whispered into my ear, "It's almost lunch time, my dear. Then we can have fun again."

I took a deep breath and sighed. "Yes, Bach."

*

He squeezed me one more time and sat up. "After you, my dear."

To my surprise, he didn't dress. He just followed me into the kitchen. He sat in his chair and gestured to the refrigerator. "Something simple, I think. There should be a few prepackaged salads in there. I made sure to get some vinaigrette for you. I prefer ranch."

"Yes, Bach."

I got the plastic containers and put them on the table then went back for the dressings. As promised, there was a new, still sealed package of vinaigrette. I put them on the table, too, and got some forks. He nodded and I sat down. We opened the salads and poured on the dressing.

I didn't have anything to say, and he seemed happy enough to eat in silence. Once we were done, I put the empty containers in the trash, the dressings in the refrigerator, and the forks in the dishwasher. I turned around to face him, waiting to see what was coming next.

"How are your nipples, my dear? A little sore?"

They seemed to clench and twinge as soon as he mentioned them. "Yes, Bach, they are."

"And my clit?"

"A little sore, too, Bach."

"Excellent. Come with me."

I followed him back into the bedroom. "Sit down at the edge of the bed."

"Yes, Bach." I did it and waited, trembling all over again. He picked up the velvet bag and pulled out a strange looking object.

"Have you seen these before, my dear?"

"No, Bach, I don't think so."

"It's a wonderful little toy. Slides right in and you wear it around. The only flaw is that you'd have to wear panties to hold it in place for long periods, at least at first."

I didn't have anything to say about that. He picked up the tube of oil and rubbed some onto it. He watched me watch him and smiled.

"Lie back so I can insert it."

I did what he said and stared up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the sensation as he massaged his clit and slid his fingers into his pussy. He pulled them back out and the toy took their place. It was bigger than toys I'd used before but wasn't so large that it didn't slide in. The other part pressed against his clit and he pulled the lips to wrap around it. He gave it a little tug but it didn't move.

He held out his hand and I took it. He pulled me to my feet and I stood there, shifting my weight from foot to foot. The sensation of the toy wasn't unpleasant, but it was very different. He turned and got something else out of his dresser. He handed me a pile of clothes.

Not just any clothes.

My clothes.

"Put them on, girl. We're going shopping."

I just nodded. I set the clothes on the bed and pulled on my panties and jeans. The fabric slid over my legs and brought tears to my eyes. They were so familiar and comfortable. And mine.

I looked around and he laughed, pulling on his own clothes. "The bra is long gone, my dear. You don't need it."

"But..."

"Finish getting dressed. Now."

I pulled the shirt on and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of my laundry soap from home. I put on my socks and then my sneakers. It all felt so right, so comfortable. I felt like I was back to myself.

He slipped on his shoes and tilted his head toward the door. I went into the living room and he followed closely behind me. He picked up a set of keys from the row of hooks on the wall and bounced them in his hand.

"We're going to the car now. You will walk with me. Any running off will lead to punishment. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Bach."

He opened the door and walked out. He backed out of the way so that I could get outside. I did and took a deep breath, the fresh air filling my nose and lungs. He closed and locked the door behind me. We walked to the car and he opened the passenger door for me. I got in and he closed it gently, walking around to the drivers' side and sitting behind the wheel.

I reached up to my neck and he grabbed my wrists, moving so fast I'd barely seen it.

"What are you doing, girl?"

"If we're going out..."

"You don't take off my collar. Ever."

"But people will see..."

"Let them see. Let them see that you are my slave. Let them see that you wear your Master's collar."

"Bach, please..."

"No, girl. You are my property and will be marked as such in public at all times. Do you understand?"

"But..."

He let go of one wrist and reached around to take something out of his pocket. It was the leash. He held it up in front of me. "You have a choice, girl. You wear my collar without argument or we use the leash."

I stared at it, my throat tightening. "No leash," I said. "Please, Bach, no leash."

"Good choice."

He let go of my other arm and started the engine. He kept the leash on top of the dashboard where I couldn't help but see it. He pulled out his phone and scrolled through the screen until he clicked on an app. He tapped on something and something started buzzing. I jumped in the seat and he laughed.

"Just relax and enjoy, my dear. But remember, no coming without permission."

"What?"

He tapped the screen again and the buzzing intensified, both in his pussy and on his clit. He laughed and put the phone in the cup holder. He dropped the car into gear and drove out onto the road. He went the opposite way that James and I had come from, merging into a relatively busy highway.

The buzzing was starting to get to me. I kept squirming in the seat, trying to make the pressure stop, but there was no relief. He would look at me every so often and grin, clearly enjoying himself. He would tap the screen of his phone and the buzzing would intensify briefly then go back down.

"Bach? Please can I come?"

"Absolutely not."

"Please?"

"Focus, girl. Keep breathing."

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the seat. I moved my thighs apart and tried to stay as still as I could. He chuckled and I felt the buzzing on his clit start to pulse. I moaned and rolled my head back and forth.

"That's it, girl, just keep holding like the slave you are."

I lost track of time. The pulsing was making me shake and I knew I was sweating. My hips were moving and I kept clenching and unclenching my fists.

The car stopped and the buzzing dropped down to a much lower level. I opened my eyes and looked around, the entrance to a mall just outside my window. "That was a fun ride, my dear," he said. "This will be an even more entertaining shopping trip, I'm sure."

He put the leash in his pocket and picked up his phone. "Walking with me, remember. No running off."

"Yes, Bach."

He got out and walked around to open my door. He took my hand and closed it, beeping the locks. We walked together across the crosswalk to the entrance. He carried his phone and would tap it from time to time, making me gasp as the buzzes changed.

We went into the mall and I was immediately bombarded with the hum of human speech and the smell of a food court. It was so foreign, yet so familiar. It was as if living in Bach's house had skewed my entire mind.

We walked hand in hand towards a dress boutique. Every few steps, he would tap something on his phone and I would jump, squeezing his hand. We stopped outside of the entrance and he pulled me close to him.

"We're getting you three dresses, panties, and stockings with a garter belt. And of course, no coming, my dear."

"Yes, Bach."

He kissed my forehead and we went inside. We walked past some dresses that were in deep, classic colors like green and black. But he led me to a different corner full of pastels.

"Knee-length for now, my dear. Do you see any you like?"

I looked over my shoulder and he tapped the button, making me jump as the buzzing was at a frenzied pitch. "I liked the ones over there the best," I said in a breathy voice. He glanced at them and shook his head.

"Pastels are much better."

I didn't answer, just kept breathing slowly and trying not to shake on my feet.

"You disagree?"

"I don't really wear pastels. I like darker colors."

Another tap and I couldn't help but suck in my breath and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to keep my balance.

"You are mine now. You wear what I like."

I didn't answer. He squeezed my hand and tapped again. His pussy was clenching hard on the toy and his clit was so swollen the vibrations actually caused some pain. I breathed heavily and he nudged me to a small bench in front of the dresses. I sat down and he stood above me, still holding my hand.

"You wear what I tell you. Say it."

"Bach, please..."

"Please what?"

"Please can I come?"

"Of course not. Now say it."

"I... I don't like those colors, Bach. I don't like how I look in them."

Another tap and I was trembling. "You wear what I tell you. Say it."

"Bach, please, I can't help it, please..."

"You will not come without permission. And you will wear what I tell you. Say it."

Another tap. I tried to pull my legs apart but he stood outside of them and squeezed them together. I panted and looked up at him, my mouth open.

"Say it."

"I will wear what you say, Bach. Please..."

Another tap and the buzzing dropped down to almost nothing. "Yes, you will. Go pick out three dresses."

"Yes, Bach."

I stood up, my legs wobbly. I walked to the rack and looked through them until I found some in my size. I picked a pink, a baby blue, and a yellow, hating them all. He nodded at me and led me to another rack, this one full of stockings.

"What colors do you want?" I asked, my heart starting to slow.

"Red and black."

"Yes, Bach."

"Good slave."

I swallowed hard and said, "Thank you, Bach."

I reached out and took a pair of black and a pair of red stockings with lacy tops off of the rack. I looked through the next rack until I found some matching garters. I knew they would look nice together, even if they were under pastel dresses.

He nodded his approval and tapped the button again, making the buzzing pulse every few seconds. We walked toward the cashier and I set the items down. I assumed we were done but he just smiled at the cashier. "We will be right back. Can you keep an eye on these for us?"

"Of course, sir," the lady said with a practiced cashier smile. "Take your time."

He led me to the opposite back corner of the store, to the shoes. He glanced down at my sneakers and said, "You need proper shoes, my dear. Those are atrocities."

I mentally bit my tongue. He led me over to the women's section and I glanced over the various shoes on display. I noticed some boots and gestured toward them. "Those are nice."

They were black boots with low heels. A bit chunky, maybe, but something I would happily wear with a dress to the right occasion. He stared at them for a moment and looked back at me, one eyebrow raised.

"I think not. Those are not appropriate at all."

"I like them, Bach," I said, careful to keep my tone pleasant and respectful.

He tapped the phone and the buzzing intensified. I gasped and he tapped it again. He led me to the next row. All heels and pumps. Some with straps. He nodded at them and tapped the phone again. This time the vibrations in his pussy lowered but the ones on his clit sped up again. He nudged me down to the small bench where people would try on the shoes.

"You are mine. You will wear what I tell you. Say it."