Her Father, My Master: Mentor (9 page)

I wasn’t as nervous this Saturday as I’d been the past
two.  Kandace had gone back two
days early,
on Friday
, and tension in the house was remarkably lower with her gone.

I was also feeling more confident.  One time might be a fluke, but twice was a trend.  I knew my master wanted me.

I smiled as I curled my fingers around the steering wheel as I thought of that word.  Master.  I loved it.  I loved the feeling it brought my mind and my body.  I loved being a slave to him, to his power and his passion.  And I didn’t know why, but for some odd reason, he loved being with me as well.

So I made my usual drive to his house, walked up his walk, and rang the front bell.  I felt the slightest hint of nervousness begin to rise when he didn’t answer immediately.  What if I was wrong?

But the light emanating from the door as it opened cha
sed that
small
fear away.  He was here, and I was ready to please him in whatever way I could.

“Krystal,” he said one simple word, and embraced me once more.  My longing and aching for him grew in leaps and bounds at his touch.  I wasn’t able to think about him nearly as much as I would have liked, this past week, but I was here now, and he would be my sole focus for the next two hours.  I wished it was longer.

Just as it had happened last Saturday, he kissed me and led me upstairs, to his room.  But unlike last week, there were no handcuffs on the bed.  There was merely a spool of thread.  It was the strangest thing, and I was immediately thrown off.  I was expecting more of the same, but clearly he had other things in mind.

My master noticed my confusion, and he turned me towards him, so I focused on his face now.  His eyes were dark and enigmatic, and he had a few days
of beard
growth
on his chin
.  He looked ruggedly amazing.  I was suddenly very glad for the support his arms were giving my body, as I felt my legs grow weak under his gaze.

He delicately brushed my hair away from my shoulder with one burly hand, and then kissed and nibbled at my neck.  “Last week was about restraint of the body,” he murmured lowly between kisses.  “This week is about restraint of the mind.”  He brought a hand up and caressed one of my breasts, his tree bark rough thumb gliding over my hard nipple.  I moaned softly at that sensual touch.  “Tonight,” he continued after kissing me full on the lips, “I will tie you up, and you must not break your bonds, or make a sound.  Do you understand?”  I gazed up at him, silencing my moan and nodding slightly.  I understood.  He wanted complete obedience.  He didn’t want me to obey simply because I had no choice
.  He wanted to know that I obeyed him because I loved it.

“Do you remember the safe word?”

I nodded again.

“Good girl.  Undress and get on the bed.  Hands and knees.”

I obeyed him, disrobing and silently mounting the bed, perching on my knees and my elbows.  Mr. Hendricks briefly caressing my smooth, youthful ass, and then took hold of the spool of thread.  “Bring your wrists together,” he instructed, and I eagerly did so.  He wrapped just a few loops around my wrists.  The thread was so thin, I could easily break it if I wasn’t careful.  I knew I had to be careful.

He repeated the process for each leg, spreading
them apart and then tying them to the low bed
.  If I so much as twitched a leg, the thread would snap.

I realized that my master hadn’t blindfolded me yet.  I knew he wanted complete silence from me, so I couldn’t ask.  But as my hair draped around my face, obscuring my vision, I recognized that I didn’t need a blindfold.  Not tonight.  Even if I turned my head, I couldn’t see anything but the vaguest of shapes through the curtain of hair.

I stared down at my hands for what felt like minutes.  I wasn’t certain if my master was even in the room, at this point.  And I couldn’t call to ask, nor could I move, not without breaking the threads.  Was this a test?

Finally, finally I heard heavy footsteps and my master approached me.
  I felt the bed shake as he climbed atop it, behind me, and my entire body stiffened as my legs jangled about.  I must not break the threads, I must not break the threads…

He was leaning against me now, and I could tell he was naked, and his full, firm cock was resting against my ass as he bent over.  Two emotions were warring within me as his belly pressed against my back - I must obey him, I must not make a sound, but I also wanted him to take me, to enter me and make me scream.

"Good girl," he grated into my ear as he snaked a hand underneath me, grabbing one of my breasts and squeezing it somewhat harshly.  I bit back a yelp.  I knew he was testing me.  "Nod if you remember the safe word."  I nodded, my head bobbing up and down silently.  I would not use the safe word tonight.

He drew himself backwards now, and I imagined him
,
kneel
ing
tall and proud above my submissive body.  I knew he liked the sight, for he'd begun to grip each of my ass cheeks in his strong hands, and he was massaging them firmly.  It felt heavenly.  "Now," he started, and I nearly groaned in
impatience
.  I wanted him to stop talking, and just fuck me.  My body was on fire at this point.  But I knew better than to make demands like that.  He would enter me when he was ready.  "I told you what you must do, but I didn't tell you your punishment for failing."  My body froze at that.  I didn't want to fail him.  I couldn't fail him.  "I'm going to do this," he said, and my body tensed, bracing for damned near anything - hot wax, ice cubes, anything.  I wasn't expecting the slap though, and my body lurched forward when his hand slammed into my ass, making the flesh ripple.  I saw stars.  Oh God, he hit so hard, so hard…

Miraculously, none of the threads broke when he spanked me, but a part of me almost hoped they would.  His hand connecting to my ass awoke something in me.  My brain processed that pain into pleasure, because it was my master giving it to me, and I wanted more.  So much more.

But I wanted to please him more, so I bit my tongue in silence, and
kept my body stock still.  I must not break the threads.

He rubbed my ass where his spanked me, and I could feel the lingering ache of fresh pain where he touched me.  It felt wonderful.  "Good girl," he repeated, and he began to maneuver himself towards my entrance.  As he dipped between the already slick folds of my vulva, I very nearly moaned, but I caught myself.  Mr. Hendricks wanted silence, and silence I would give him.  I knew this would be difficult, though.

I couldn't even begin to imagine how difficult, though, or how difficult it was to keep still, as he plunged inside me.  He wasn't taking it slow tonight.  He started out of the gate with a bang, and he was pounding against me with all his might already.  I couldn't stand it; I dipped my head downwards, pressing my face into my hands and then into the sheets as he railed me without mercy.

I could hear my own breath, panting hot and heavy as his massive cock slipped all the way in and all the way out of me.  He felt exquisite, and every touch of his body against my skin lit me afire.  I loved the feeling of his hands pressing down on my ass and he stabilized himself while thrusting, the wet slap as his balls
hit
my drenched thighs, but most of all I loved the feeling of his cock entering me, invading me, taking what it would from me.  I never wanted this to end.

But he couldn't last forever.  As my cunt clenched around him, he slammed himself against me, faster and faster, more and more erratically, and I knew he was about to come.  He was about to come inside me.  A lust-haze washed over my mind, and suddenly nothing mattered but pleasing him.  I pressed myself backwards against him, willing to feel him even more deeply as I dug my elbows into the bed for better purchase.  I even let out a small moan, muffled though it was by the sheets.  I was so close to the edge, myself.

Mr. Hendricks didn't have to worry about being quiet, and when he roared and crashed his hips against my ass one final time, I knew he had come, unloading all of his semen inside me.  He gave a few more spasmodic jerks, and then finally came to a halt, crouching over my body and petting my hair.

"Good girl," he said in a rasping voice between pants.  "Very good girl."

I nodded at his encouraging words, but I didn't speak.  He didn't say I could, yet, and I didn't want to disappoint him.  As he drew away from me and pulled out of me though, I could feel at least one of my legs was no longer restrained.  I'd failed him.

I bowed my head, feeling tears welling in my eyes as Mr. Hendricks pulled at the intact string on my other leg.  I could hear his tongue tsk, clicking against the roof of his mouth.  "Looks like you broke a string, my pet.  You know what this means."

I couldn't take my failure
.  I whispered the safe word.  "Gatling."

"What?"  Mr. Hendricks was now circling around the low bed, kneeling by my head.

"Gatling."

"Oh my dear," he hooked a finger under my chin and lifted my head, looking deeply into my shining eyes.  I felt so embarrassed, crying in front of him like this.
  "It's all right," he soothed, cupping my face in one hand, petting my hair and back with the other.  "This is a more difficult exercise.  I wasn't expecting you to do perfectly.  In fact, I was counting on it."

"You were?"

He quirked a half-smile at my confused words.  "Yes.  I know how fragile girls your age can be.  As I should.  I want you to learn that you may not always perform perfectly, and that's all right."  His smile grew into a full one, now.  "After all, this means you get to receive your punishment, now."  He leaned forward and kissed me deeply, his tongue invading my mouth.  Then, after an agonizingly short amount of t
ime, he pulled away, still smiling
.  I smiled hesitantly back at him.  "Unless, of course, you don't want it."  His petting hand crabbed, nails digging into my skin.  "
S
ay the safe word if you don't want to be punished, my pet."

Sinking back into my role as his slave, I mutely shook my head.  I knew I had to stay silent.

"Good."  He stood up now, and walked out of my view.  "Now… one string.  That's really not bad for a first time, but I'd like to get you up to keeping all strings intact.  And I'm afraid this is the only way you will learn."  I received no more warning than that, for his hand was crashing down against me, a burning hot iron
slapping
against my skin.

I wanted to scream, but I bit my tongue instead, drawing blood.  I knew I had to stay silent, but the pain was so sharp in relief on my mind.  It felt so good, so right for my master to be doing this too me.  I never wanted to stop.

But he went easy on me, because it was my first time, I'm sure.  5 powerful whacks to each ass cheek, and then the punishment stopped.  I almost moaned when he did.  All the skin on my backside was tingling.  It felt hypersensitive, and Mr. Hendricks knew it, for now he was massaging my ass roughly.

I bit back yet another moan of pleasure as he spoke.  "I'm sorry, my pet, but you just needed to be disciplined.  But otherwise you performed so well tonight, so I think you
should have a reward, as well.  But remember, you still have to be silent, or…"  His hand sharply spanked my already tender ass once again, and I buried my face in the bed, panting and moaning ever so quietly from pleasure.  Every time he touched my skin there, I could feel my pleasure rise is slow, heady waves.  I wondered if her could make me come from spanking alone.

"I heard that."  I could almost hear the smirk, and his hand crashed against my ass again, the other cheek this time.  I
clamped my mouth shut, willing myself silent against the onslaught of pleasure.  "That's better," he said in reply to my silence, and then dove in.

I gasped into the ebony sheets as his talented tongue explored me once more.  I knew he was tasting both of us now as his tongue stroked up and down my slick folds, dipping inside me.

He was merciless with this as well.  I stifled scream after scream as he aggressively went after my clit, licking and pressing down on it.  I knew he was trying to make me cry out, make a noise so he could punish me again.  But firmly pressed together my lips, and didn't utter a single squeal, or even a moan at his intense pleasuring.

I did however come.  I couldn't stop myself, not with the way he was abusing my clit.
  My breaths came in shuddering gasps as my legs jerked violently, breaking the string wrapped around my other leg.

"Oh no," my master purred after he came up for air.  "It seems my pet broke another thread, in her enthusiasm.  Looks like she needs more punishment, after all."

Even though I was still recovering from my powerful climax, I felt an intense thrill crawl through my skin, but I remained silent.  I had to remain silent.

Mr. Hendricks was already rising above me again, and I braced for the exquisite pleasure of his hand against my backside.  He didn't disappoint me - it came crashing down, and I bit back even more squeals and cries as he thumped against my bare, and
now most likely red
ass.  The last remaining thread strained against my wrists, and willed it not to break as he spanked me.  I had to have this one small victory.