emma in the House of her Mistress

Chapter 4

In the morning Mistress took the leash that hung from my collar again, pulling me with her to the back door. On with my shoes. Out of the back door. Outside. Could others see my nakedness? The air was cooler than inside though already warming in the sun. My nipples reacted suddenly to the change. My skin prickled with goose bumps. Outside! I looked around desperately. Trees stopped prying eyes all around. I relaxed a fraction. It was mainly lawn outside here, with flower beds in the distance and a patio. To the side there was a double child's swing set in concrete, though without the chain or seat on one of them. Opposite the swing was an outbuilding of some kind. A tree which grew half way down the lawn, near the centre, vaguely separated the garden into an area near the house and that beyond. I was pulled to the side of the garden under a tree. I stood just on the grass next to well raked soil next to Mistress feeling very vulnerable in the open air totally naked. I was beginning to cool.

"This is the area of your outside toilet. You will do it here and face that kitchen window with your legs parted presenting me with a view of you should I wish to watch. I can see you from the window. If you do more than pee you are to ask for the trowel and dig a hole and bury it. Is there anything you do not understand, slut?"

"No Mistress." I stood shocked and embarrassed. Shaking. My bell tinkled occasionally and I could feel my tits vibrating. "May I use the trowel Mistress?" I could feel my face ablaze.

"Yes. It's by the back door. Fetch it and come back." I did aware of her watching my body, both going and coming back.

Remembering to spread my legs wide I squatted by the edge of the grass over the earth after scooping a shallow hole. I squatted and felt so utterly foolish and so utterly vulnerable. Mistress watched me all the time. Looked at my open legs, at my cunt, at my tits. Eventually, after I was able to perform my tasks, and humiliatingly bent over for Mistress to wipe me, we went inside again. I felt so submissive then.

Mistress, now dressed in a black bustier and black thong but nothing else, looking ravishing, sat on the sofa and read the papers. I had to lay with my head and chest near her, my legs over the arm. As she read she absently fondled me. Her fingers would caress or squeeze my tits and sometimes they would slide into my mouth. It was low key but it was arousing me. Anything she did seemed to. I had seemingly forgotten almost everything else. Desire filled me all the time I was awake.

Suddenly I heard her quiet voice. "I want to flog you. Will you allow me to?" I stared up at her mesmerized, uncomprehending. I slowly took it in. "Will you?"

"Yes. I think so. Yes." Mouth dry.

"You must ask me. I want you to want my pleasure. This isn't for punishment."

We stared at each other for long moments in silence. "Yes Mistress. Please flog me." I didn't know what it was but I would do it.

We went to the bedroom. She took it from a drawer, the flogger. Gave it to me to touch. It was leather, with tails of about a foot and a half long. It smelt strongly of leather and the tails seemed to be about half and inch or so wide. The handle had braided leather covering it. It scared me. It felt quite warm in my hand. She took it back from me, rubbed the handle lightly against my naked mound, between my legs. My body succumbed to the slightest contact disgracefully.

"I don't want to tie you. I want you freely accepting. Can you do it?"

I looked at her numbly and nodded, hoping. She looked at me and moved away, leaving me standing alone. She came back with a glass of cold water. I drank, my throat like a desert. She made me lay face down on the bed. My heart was racing. When I was spanked she was there still touching me. I was over her thighs. This time I was more alone.

It began slowly, lightly over my buttocks as I lay there on the bed for her. I was desperate to hold my arms high up to the top of the bed as instructed and my legs only slightly apart and straight. She ran the tails over my skin making me feel quite loved then I saw her hold the tips in her free hand before they fell over my bottom. It stung but was not too bad. Again. Again. I felt myself heat up. Again the tips caressed me, then again the feel of the flogging. She took the flogger in her hand with each stroke, pulling the strands together, then letting them arc onto my flesh with a flick of her wrist. The tips moved up and down my back and thighs. I was hurting a bit now but it wasn't something I was concerned about, quite the opposite. It went on and on, building. Her fingers touched my sex, took me. Roused my cunt. Flogged me. Fingered, flogged, fingered, flogged.

What was happening to me? I gradually was relaxing to it, wanting it, pushing up to it. My body felt as though I was flying. I trusted my Mistress. She knew what I needed, what I would cope with. My skin felt as if it was scorched and glowing. It went on and on. Mistress varied it, breaking off and caressing or scratching me at times, varying the bite of the tails on me. She would finger me, finger my clit and sink into my moist throbbing cavern. Then restart. I was so aroused. I was losing myself in it.

Mistress was saying something. I couldn't tell what it was. She turned me over. The sheets cool on my hot skin. Oh God. Hands high, legs apart again without being told. My right hand was taken and placed under my thigh and to my sopping cunt, rubbed there. I began fingering myself obediently. The flogger came down on my tits. I arched and cried out. Again and again. Fingering and flogged. I was losing myself. I knew I was arching and thrusting up. I could feel my pelvic thrusts as if being fucked. I saw Mistress touching herself too. My flogging was arousing her. I wanted it for her. Wanted so much.

My tits were stinging, hot, felt so big, so tight. When I looked I was shocked to see them such a bright pink. Oh god. I was near, sliding toward an orgasm. Fingers slapped away. Thighs further pushed apart. Still thrusting lewdly. Sudden shock as the flogger landed between my legs. I screamed, closed my legs. They were forced apart. I was still sliding nearer and nearer to cumming! Again and again. I was squeezing my burning tits. Everything seemed red under my eyelids. The sensations were so intense. My clit was huge and stinging. From somewhere I heard her telling me to cum, I couldn't stop myself. I broke, began to spasm, my orgasm radiating out of my pussy filling my body and mind. Mistress kept up the flogging; not letting me let up. I lost all track of time and space, awash in my feelings. I was grunting. Grunting and moaning and sobbing. I was bucking uncontrollably on the bed until I felt arms holding me. I came again and again in her arms just lying there safe.

At some point she moved, and rubbed my tortured skin with cream. She fastened my wrists together behind me and I was strangely comforted by that. Even when she refitted the plug in my anus I felt as though it was as it should be.

She lay again, naked, my mouth suckling her beautiful breast. I was so safe. Later, my wrists still fastened behind me and unable to move freely I rearranged my aching body and stretched my heated skin and slowly pleasured Mistress with my mouth. I loved it. The taste of her, the feel of her slippery flesh, the knowledge that I was pleasing her as she trembled and sighed due to my ministrations. My Mistress, my owner. I was safe. I slept between her thighs.