Sybil and Hank

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

Sybil picked up the phone and dialed. "Ummmm Hank? It's Sybil," she spoke to the answering machine. "Ummm I was wondering if maybe, you could see your way clear to take back a AWOL sub?"

[hawk_fann]

Hank saw the blinking light when he came up from the playroom, where he had left his new sub nicely laid out over a sawhorse and ready for her spanking. He poured himself a glass of water, no ice, and took a long drink as he listened to the message. "Sybil, Sybil, Sybil," he said, shaking his head. He was both surprised and not surprised at the same time.

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

Sybil opened her email and there it was, he'd written her. She nervously clicked the button.
Sybil, there will be no negotiation, no arguments, if you want a chance be here in my garage kneeling naked when I get home from work tomorrow.

[hawk_fann]

Hank sat in the driveway for a moment, the engine in his obscene SUV idling as he held his finger on the button to open the door, uncertain as to whether she'd be there, uncertain as to what he'd do if she was. He tapped the button and the door slowly rolled up, revealing her...naked as the day she was born, kneeling in the center of the garage, her hands clasped behind her head. At least she still knows how to assume the position, he thought. Some of what I taught her stuck.

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

Sybil was shaking as the door raised. The head lights hit her and she shut her eyes tightening her stance. She pressed her breasts out farther and sucked in her stomach even more. She heard his boot hit the floor, even feeling it through her knees on the concrete.
Her entire body trembled. She heard the door shut and waited.

[hawk_fann]

He turned off the engine and walked over to her, footsteps echoing in the garage. He walked once around her, slowly, noticing she kept her eyes staright ahead. She was nervous. He could smell it. He still knew how to read every tic of her body. "I wasn't sure you'd show," he said, standing behind her, out of her field of vision.

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

"Ummm sir, I found that I just did not feel complete without a collar. I need to be under your care to feel complete. Sir, I made a mistake leaving. Would you please take me back?"

[hawk_fann]

"Just like that?" Hank said. "You made a mistake so I'm supposed to take you back?" He stood there, watching her for reaction. She did not speak, just kept her eyes straight ahead. "And what do you think my other girls would say about that?"

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

Sybil thought quickly, "Sir your girls will think what every you tell them to think. This sub is not worthy to be under your care again, but she desires it greatly. She will be willing to do what ever you wish."

[hawk_fann]

"Yes they will, because they're good subbies. Very good girls. But should I make this decision for them when I have not even made it for myself?' He waited, but she knew better than to answer. He let the silence build, to test her fortitude. After several minutes had passed, he said simply "Get up."

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

Sybil could barely stand to her feet she was so nervous. She kept her hands on her neck, her elbows back. She moved as gracefully as she could, suprised it all came back so quickly. She felt a bit scared, but more hopeful. She knew that he was a good Master and that any girls he'd chosen would be the kind she could be freinds with.
The smell of the house brought back such memories but a new perfume was here too. Suddenly she was deeply nervous again. What if his new girls didn't like her. What if they hated her. She faultered, he reached out, she righted herself keeping her eyes down and followed.

[hawk_fann]

"You know where to go,"" he said, following her down the stairs to the playroom. At the bottom of the stairs she made a left and walked to the center of the big room, where two cuffs hung from chains that ran to a pulley in the ceiling. She lifted her long arms up and he fastened the cuffs around her wrists, then drew the chains tight, pulling her up on her tiptoes, accenting the muscles in her thighs and calves. He looked at her admiringly. "You've taken good care of yourself," he said.

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

Sybil felt herself blush, her eyes down. He reached out as he walked around her his fingers skimming her flesh. His fingers tickled as they traced her pale flesh. Everything was so sensitive, she let her eyes roll back in her head as her head fell back.
It had been so long, she felt tears forming, dripping down her face. She heard herself moan and bit down on her lip.

[hawk_fann]

Hank stood behind her, studying the curve of her thigh, the way it rounded into her ass...skin so smooth and pale, unmarked, like a virgin snowfield. That was going to change. He walked over to the peg board on the wall and picked out a crop. Nothing fancy, just something that felt good in his hand. Now it was time to find out just how serious she was about coming back.

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

Sybil saw the crop in his hand and drew a silent breath deep into her lungs. How could she have let herself get in this position. The crop stroked her nipple gently and she remembered.
Snap, it went through the air, pop it struck the nipple it had carressed moments ago. She gasped the air filling her lungs. Snap, pop, AHHHHHHHHHH. Escaped her, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned. Down it went, each stroke laying a new line, a new mark on the blank canvas of her skin.

[hawk_fann]

He worked her for a while, just warming up, to see if she would cry or break easily. She didn't. She took the pain, offering it as her gift to him. Still the tough minded subbie she'd always been. They worked in silence like this for awhile, he swinging the crop, she taking the sting of it without complaint. She apparently was giong to pass this initial test of devotion, for what it was worth.

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

Sybil felt the tears dropping on her chest as she hung waiting what ever would happen next. He had dropped the crop at her feet and walked away. She wasn't sure if she had pleased him or not. His face was so hard, he was so stern. She felt her heart breaking.
What if he didn't take her back, what if he didn't want her. She knew her heart would just break in two pieces and lie next to the crop on the floor.

[hawk_fann]

Hank stood still in front of the bound woman, letting the silence smother her. Tears rolled down her cheek, but he felt no pity. It was not in his nature. Weak things were to be pitied, and she was not weak. She just needed to be owned. There was, after all, a difference. "So what's changed?" he said, finally, stepping close to her, his face a foot from hers. "You want me to own you, you don't want me to own you, now here we are again. Speak. Explain why you're standing here naked before me."

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

"Sir," she stuttered then lifted her eyes. She knew he expected it. "I got afraid sir. I was afraid because of hubby and then afraid because I needed you so bad." Tears were falling rapidly down her cheeks. "I was afraid I wouldn't be good enough. All these emotions were rolling around in me and I need to run and hide in my work." She was crying so hard she could no longer speak, her eyes dropped and she sobbed.

[hawk_fann]

Hank lifted her chin with his ginger and brushed the tears away. This beautiful creature, so brave to come here and bare her soul, to open herself to him in this way, offer herself up once more after everything they'd been through. So much ran through his mind. He had moved on, to a degree. There were others now. Not just someone else, but...others. Where was Sybil's place? Was it gone forever? He didn't want it to be, but he hadn't a clue as to how to make this work. Looking down, he realized he'd picked up the large paddle without even thinking about it, an instinct from sessions past. He could think about the others later. At the moment, all he could think of was paddling that firm white ass that he had thought he would never see again. Hank smiled as he rubbed her milky white with the paddle. "You remember how to count, don't you Sybil?"

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

"10, Thank you sir, can I have another?" she almost screamed out, the air forced from her lungs with the sharp impact of the black paddle.
Her mind was no longer afraid, she felt centered, a calm filling her along with the pain.

[hawk_fann]

He stood close behind her, his chest bumping her shoulder blades, his head bent over her shoulder so she could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck. Her scent..not her perfume, but her. God how he had missed her. He leaned in and kissed her neck, just under the ear, and she moaned, her knees buckling momentarily before she reclaimed her position, straight up, at attention. He walked in front of her and stared into her blue eyes. "So you've missed me, have you?"

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

The pain couldn't stop it, the tears dripping couldn't either. She smiled, "Sir, oh yes sir."

[hawk_fann]

He reached around from behind her and cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples in his fingers. She moaned loudly. How he loved playing her like a maestro, touch her here and make her moan, stroke her there and make her purr. His hands glided down over her belly, and then his arms snaked around her, pulling her back tight against his chest. He kissed her on the neck again and she whimpered. "I've missed you too," he whispered.

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

Sybil wondered if her heart would pop out of her chest. She leaned her head back against his shoulder and sighed happily. She felt his fingers pulling her nipples out and away from her body, she couldn't help but moan. He pressed his lips to the side of her face and chuckled. "Such a hot little painslut," she smiled. "We aren't done yet Sybil, there are some changes you need to be made aware of."

[hawk_fann]

Sybil looked at him, the question in her eyes rather than on her lips. Hank stared into those blue eyes, searching her soul, letting the anticipation build until he saw her pupils dilate just the tiniest bit. She swallowed. "Master?" He smiled and stroked her chin. He spoke simply, plainly: "There are others now." Sybil's eyes widened as she drew in a breath. Hank bent down and kissed her nipple, taking it in his teeth and giving it a little tug before he stood up and looked her in the eyes once more, this time taking a cell phone out and hitting a speed dial. "And I think that perhaps they should be part of this discussion we're having."

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

Sybil couldn’t believe her ears as her Master spoke on the phone. “Come here now.” He said in a clipped order. He smiled at the response, turned, smiled at her and spoke again. “Yes bring her too. I’ll be upstairs waiting.” He nodded once more chuckled, then laughed. “Yes you’ll be surprised, hurry.” He kissed and then shut his phone, looked at her for a moment, then turned and walked up the stairs leaving her. The light shut off, the door clicked shut.

[hawk_fann]

Hank sat in his leather club chair, enjoying his Crown Royal, thinking of Sybil just a floor below him, standing in the darkness, her arms bound over her head...waiting. Waiting for what, she had no way of knowing. His cock was hard, just imagining how things might play out, how she might react. The doorbell rang. Sybil was about to learn the meaning of the word unconditional.

[riverwindsong]

Willow stood on the front porch, absently smoothing her hair back from her eyes. She glanced over at the petite brunette next to her, and reached over to tuck a lock of hair back behind her ear. "There," she said as Keely rang the bell. "You know Master likes us to look our best for him." She smiled softly as a shadow crossed the frosted glass panes of the door and she heard a latch being thrown.

[StillBehindBlueEyes]

Keely looked up at her subbie sister, smiled and gave her hand a quick squeeze. Keely faces the door just as the door opens.
Master looking at us an smiling, his smile always made my heart race.