Petal Ch 09

I blinked my eyes open. I was still on the bed, under warm covers, wrapped in his arms. I sighed lightly and pushed back a bit more into his chest with my back. "Good morning, Master."

He chuckled and kissed my neck. "That's the perfect answer. Did you sleep well?"

"I did."

"Good. Let's go have some breakfast."

"Yes, Master."

He let go and got up. I watched him walk into the bathroom and stretched, kicking the blankets off. I stood and straightened the bed, leaving it with no wrinkles or lines. He came out and it was my turn. He walked out into the hallway, lightly groping at his pussy as he went by.

I used the bathroom, brushed my teeth and hair, and went back into the bedroom. I didn't even bother looking for the caftan. I walked into the kitchen and soon had cereal and milk on the table for breakfast. He watched me in silence, but clearly enjoyed himself. I could only imagine what was going on his head.

He was dressed and I was naked. He waited for me to finish getting his food ready, watching every move I made. And that felt right. Even the collar on my neck felt right. Sitting across from him and eating cereal felt right.

"So, petal, now that you've spent the night in my bed, do you have any new thoughts or questions?"

I chewed and swallowed. I wiped my mouth on a napkin, trying to find words for my feelings. "I enjoyed it, Master."

"Enjoyed what, little slave?"

"All of it, Master."

"Had you ever had such strong orgasms before?"

I blushed a bit but shook my head. "No, Master. You were right when you told me how it would be."

"Of course I was. And how about now? Do you still want to share my bed tonight?"

"Yes, Master."

"And every night?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good girl. Good little slave."

"Thank you, Master."

"I did read your list of wants. Books and music. That is very reasonable. And broad."

"Yes, Master."

"Get me a list of titles. I'll give you time later for that."

"Thank you, Master."

He chuckled and leaned forward to cup my chin. "I like that, petal. I didn't even have to tell you to call me 'Master.' You did it on your own. Why?"

"It felt right, I guess. You... I mean, aren't you my Master?"

He laughed and stood up. He kissed my forehead and went to the cellar door. "Yes, petal, I am your Master. And you are my slave."

He opened it and continued to smile at me. "When you're done cleaning up, meet me downstairs. I want to show you my office."

"Yes, Master."

He went down and I rinsed the dishes, adding them to the dishwasher. The way it looked, it might be more efficient to just hand wash things since it seemed to take so long for the dishwasher to fill up. I'd always hated washing dishes with a passion. I shrugged and wiped my hands on a towel.

I went down the stairs and he was standing by his office door. He smiled at me and held out his hand. I recognized that type of smile. It was the predatory smile. I shivered a bit and took his hand.

"Remember, petal, I don't want you in here without me. Ever."

"Yes, Master, I know."

He led me into a very normal-looking office. It had a large desk with a computer on it, a filing cabinet behind the chair and a bookshelf full of various objects. There were some boxes in the corner and a second chair off to the side. There were a few pictures on the walls, mostly black and white portraits that I didn't really pay attention to.

"Do you have any questions?"

"No, Master. It looks like a very nice office."

He laughed and walked me to the bookshelf. "Yes, it is, thank you. Over the years I've used it for various business ventures and investments. Mostly, though, it's just a place I go when I need to think, or when I need some more specific entertainment."

He touched the side of the bookshelf and tugged lightly. It swung out on a hinge and I was more than a little impressed. I'd always wanted a secret library. It just appealed to the young book lover in me.

He reached in the exposed room and flicked a switch on the wall. My eyes grew large and I took an involuntary step backwards. He narrowed his eyes and tugged me back to stand beside him.

"Problem, little slave?"

I was absolutely stunned. The room was large and well-lit. It must have been positioned right under his bedroom. The only word that came to mind was "dungeon," and not the kind that had dragons or 20-sided dice.

I'd watched porn and such before. I wasn't totally naive about it all, but it was just overwhelming. I saw a large rack of paddles and whips, chains dangling from the ceiling, various benches and other things that I didn't quite have names for.

"Slave?"

"I... I'm... I don't even know what to say."

He took a step inside and tugged my hand again. I didn't move. "Slave. Get in here."

I shook my head slowly. I couldn't do it. I couldn't even understand how this man who had made me come so hard, who had held me so closely, could have these things. He'd said he didn't want to hurt me. But the instruments in there said differently.

He moved to stand close to me, blocking my view of the room.. He squeezed my hand and cupped my chin. His voice was low and edged with anger. "You are my slave. I am your Master. You've said it yourself. Now, get in there."

"I... I can't."

He narrowed his eyes and put pressure on my chin. "You will. Or you will be punished."

There it was. The word I was dreading.

I reacted without thinking. I jerked my hand and head away, turning on my heel and dashing back up the stairs. I ran into the room that he called mine and slammed the door, pressing my body against it.

His footsteps were quick and he pushed the door. I tried to hold it closed but it was a futile attempt. Within seconds, he had it open and held my collar in his fist, the back of his hand against my throat. His nose was flared and he grabbed my hair, yanking my head back.

"You refused. You ran. You blocked me."

I didn't talk. My eyes were full and my throat was hot. I tried to look away but he shook my head, snapping me back to his face.

He let go of my collar and pulled something out of his pocket. It was a leash, but this one wasn't just a simple clip. He hooked the carabiner around the hoop of my collar and screwed it shut. He let go of my hair and yanked hard on the leash, knocking me off balance and back onto all fours.

"Go, slave. Kitchen. Now."

I started to cry again, the tears hot on my face. I crawled and he kept the leash tight as I went. I went into the kitchen, absolutely terrified. I wanted to talk to him, to tell him I was sorry, to beg him to stop this, whatever it was. But I just couldn't.

He grabbed a box from a cupboard and tugged again, making me gasp as the collar cut into my throat. "Downstairs. Crawl."

I almost fell forward. I tried to scramble away but he doubled the leash, lashing my ass with it. "Please, stop..."

"Get to the laundry room. Now. Do it, slave."

The laundry room. At least it wasn't the dungeon. I crawled down the stairs, taking my time so I didn't fall. I was expecting more lashings for the speed, but he didn't react, just walked behind me.

We got to the laundry room and he pulled the extra chair out of his office. He set the box on the washer. "Stand up."

I did and he opened the box. He turned back to me and held up a pair of handcuffs. "Turn around."

I did, still sobbing. He snapped them around my wrists, binding them behind my waist. They were tighter than the ones on the bed, and left even less movement.

"Open your mouth."

I did and a round rubber ball slid between my teeth and over my tongue. He snapped it into place behind my head. I tried to scream but of course, no real sound came out.

He held the leash tightly and I heard him shuffle something else out of the box. A strange, slightly familiar sound came from behind me. I started shaking, this time in terror.

He yanked the leash, spinning me back around. I looked down and saw a line of rice on the floor. "Kneel down, slave. Now."

I stared at him, trying to communicate with my eyes. I wanted to apologize, to beg him to not make me do this. His face was hard and he jerked down hard on the leash.

I fell to my knees, unable to stop myself from falling forward. He steadied my shoulder but I was forced onto the rice. The grains were hard and cut into my knees.

I moaned and he picked up one last item out of the box. It was an ornate hourglass with black wood and white sand. I sobbed around the gag and he sat down. He held it up and turned it over, the sand starting to flow.

"This is a thirty-minute timer, slave. I can't imagine you won't learn your lesson by then."

I nodded frantically. He kept the leash in his fist and settled back to watch me. He held his other hand against his chin and I remembered how warm it was when he held me last night.

I tried to shift my weight, the cutting pain intense and brutal. I just cried. No matter how I moved, the grains were in my skin, in the space below my kneecaps, grinding into me.

"You are my slave. You signed a contract. You agreed to do what your Master tells you. You knew that you would be punished if you didn't comply."

I nodded again. I looked at the hourglass, willing the sand to flow faster. It hardly seemed to move at all. My legs were shaking again, making it even harder to kneel. I tried to shift my weight onto my feet and he jerked the leash.

"Stay up, slave. Or I will turn it over and make it the full hour after all."

I shook my head and straightened up. My nose was clogged and I had to suck air around the gag. My arms were burning and my shoulders felt like they were being pulled out of socket.

"I am your Master. You will share my bed every night. You will do what I tell you to do. You will fuck me any way I want."

I nodded again. Saliva was starting to pool in my mouth and I had to swallow hard against it. I was sweating and I could only imagine how I looked.

"I will fuck you again tonight, slave. Maybe I will even let you come."

I was trembling all over. The leash kept my neck at an angle, looking up. I glanced back and forth between the hour glass and his face. I even looked into his office, knowing the dungeon was behind it.

"Are you enjoying your punishment, slave?"

I shook my head.

"We will do this again if you can't behave. Do you understand that?"

I nodded slowly, even that movement making the rice bite into me more.

"Almost there, little slave."

I nodded again. The sand was almost gone. I imagined I could see each grain as it moved into the bottom. Gravity was my friend.

"Will you disobey me again?"

I shook my head.

"Good."

The last grains of sand fell and I started to beg for mercy, my voice muffled and incomprehensible. He stood up and unhooked the carabiner. He released the gag and moved behind me to open the handcuffs. I started to fall forward but he caught me.

I cried hard, gasping for air. He pulled me into his arms again and carried me up the stairs. I didn't hold on to him this time. I just had my arms wrapped around myself as I sobbed. My eyes were squeezed shut but I knew he carried me into his room.

He laid me on the bed and sat next to me. He brushed my hair out of my face and kissed my forehead. "Wait here, petal."

He got up and went into the bedroom. The water ran and he came out moments later, a washcloth in his hand. He wiped my knees gently, hushing me when I cried out and pulled away. Once he was done, he put the cloth aside and laid next to me.

He wrapped his arm under my head and I curled into it. I would have expected to be repulsed, but I wanted his comfort. I snuggled into him while he brushed my hair back and murmured into my ear.

"Poor petal. We won't have to do that again, will we."

It wasn't a question. But I still shook my head and pressed myself against him even more. He kissed my forehead and wrapped his other arm around me as well, holding me close.