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Dance

Part 2

Part 2

"Master, your bitch is begging you to take her for your use."

She could feel her heart pounding so hard and fast that she just knew he could
here it. Her entire body was shaking. She thought to herself "What if He isn't
happy with my begging? What if He laughs at me?" She could not believe the
almost painful ache deep inside, the need to have his take her.

He watched the emotions play themselves out across her face. The fear, the
doubt, the need...He knew he should have mercy on her, put her fears to rest,
but standing over her half nude, trembling body, looking down at her face, the
make-up ruined, her pale cheeks red and welted from the slaps he had given her,
her wine red lips, swollen from the second blow.

He knew there now way he was going to let her off that easily.

Closing the distance between them to stand directly over her. His gray eyes
cold, hiding the heat he felt inside. His hand snaked out wrapping his fist in
the red curls at the back of her head, yanking her head back so cruelly that she
whimpered out loud, her light golden eyes opening wide, both of her small hands
moving fast to grasp his wrist, her knees scrambling on the floor.

"Going somewhere, bitch?" He whispered, leaning down close to her ear. "No, no
Sir" was her shaky reply. Smiling once again, He reached out and tugged the
small gold ring hanging from her hardened, dark pink nipple. Seeing her eyes
darken and close and hearing her moan made his already hardening cock jump
behind the zipper of his trousers and his fist to tighten even more in her hair.
He gave the ring a twist and pull, watching her wince and getting the gasp he
knew would come from her, then releasing her hair and nipple, he stepped back.

In a tone He knew would cause her cunt, HIS cunt to swell with need and make his
little slave very wet for him, his lips curled into a smirk. "Your Master told
you to beg for what you need. Taken?" He laughed a condescending laugh and took
one step closer. "I took you from there to here, my sweet little cunt, maybe I
should take you home?"

His entire body clenched seeing the fear come into her eyes, but he knew he had
to keep going because he needed this as much as she did.


Before she could stop herself, her knees moved her forward, her small shaking
hands, grasping his pant legs. Looking down into her face, he could see she had
gone even paler, if that were possible. The tears pouring from her eyes, causing
more dark streaks of mascara run down her cheeks. She nearly screamed out in
fear. "Oh Master please no!!!!! I beg you!!!!! Don't send me home, I'll do
anything, anything at all, anything you wish!!"

His face split into a huge smile. There it was, her loss of control over her
emotions. He had known from the first glance that he had control of her body.
Not that he didn't intend to enjoy that as well, but it was this, her total
submission to him that he wanted, needed, and craved.

She looked up into his face and realized what she had just said. They had
already discussed the use of pronouns and had agreed that they were not to be
used by her when speaking with him. Biting her swollen lower lip, she began to
tremble, but remained where she was. She inhaled deeply and could actually smell
the scent of herself, could feel her cunt swelling and aching inside, dripping
onto her thighs. She felt the flush crawling up to her cheeks, praying not
notice and at the same time, praying he would.

She heard a faint hiss and low growl. Looking up into his eyes she saw the gray
darkening, his nostrils flaring, a faint flush on his high cheekbones. She knew
then that he had indeed smelled her and could read her face. The blush crawled
to her breasts and as low as her tummy. Her eyes dropped without thought to the
bulged in his pants, which was straining against the material.



"Ahhh" He thought. "I am going to enjoy this more than I thought."

"Onto the bed precious, your Master wants to look at his princess." He had to
bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing out loud when she jumped up
and grabbed the tatters of her dress and practically flew into the bed, bouncing
as she landed in the middle of it.

She looked at Him, watched him come closer. Her breathing was more of a pant and
she was shaking so hard she could hardly sit still. She remembered a list he had
her fill out once, of likes, dislikes, and the list he in turn had filled out
and sent to her. The list flashing into her mind, she laid back, smiling and
spread her limbs out from her body.

He knew she hadn't spied the rings on the bed yet, and knew she was trying to
anticipate his thoughts. He made a mental note to punish her later for assuming
what he wanted.

"Comfy, precious?" "Yes, Master" He smiled at her reply, knowing that would
change soon enough, because before tonight was over, this was one woman who
would not only beg for more but would beg for mercy...............He could
almost taste her tears and hear her screams as well as her moans and whimpers of
pleasure.

Stealing his body and mind from these images, he walked around the bed, lifting
each of her hands and buckling the leather restraints around her small wrists.
He could see her hips beginning to move slowly and he knew she had no idea they
were, her attention was so centered on his movements. He lifted each small foot,
buckling the leather around her slim ankles. He took off the heels she was
wearing, and ran a thumbnail up the arch of her foot, laughing lightly at her
gasp and the jerk of her foot. He knew she was extremely ticklish. He then bent
slowly and ran the tip of his tongue along the inside arch, seeing her tiny toes
curl towards his cheek, her leg tensing then relaxing. Smiling to himself, he
waited until she had relaxed and then bite into the arch, just hard enough to
let her know that it could have been much harder.

She gasped and her eyes widened, he saw her leg try to pull her foot away but
also saw the cunt he intended to put to great use become an even brighter pink
and the small clit beginning to peek out from between the moist lips.

The blush of her skin intensified as she began to understand how much he could
see now, her knees trying to pull inward a bit.



He walked around the bed, looking down at her, the dress almost completely off
of her, her hair wild around her face, trailing over the pillow, the dark brown
leather of the cuffs making the skin of her wrists and ankles look even whiter
than before, her tummy and thighs pulled tightly.

Moving his right hand to his back, he pulled the blade free from it's sheath,
brought it around for her to see, watching the flicker of her expressive eyes,
her hips bucking once, her nipples getting even harder.

He touched her big toe with the tip of the blade, pressing lightly, letting her
feel the slight prick then began trailing the blade over the front of her foot,
her shin, her thigh, watching the fine, sheer silk of her stocking part beneath
it. Leaving a light pink line on her, not breaking the skin.

Looking over at her face, he could see her licking her dry lips, watching the
blade, tensed, waiting for the sting of being cut.

"Look at Me, my darling." She raised her eyes at his gentle tone, instantly
relaxing her body.

"I am going to give you a lot of pain, I'll make you cry, beg, and wish for
mercy, BUT....I will never and I mean never hurt you." "Do you understand what I
am saying to you?"

She looked into his eyes and knew what he said was true, lifting her chin,
looking him directly in the eye , for that is one thing he has always told her
he will require, she said in a clear, calm voice, "Yes, Master.....YOUR precious
understands."

He smiled into her eyes, leaned down to her, softly ran his tongue over her
lips, tasting her for the first time then kissed her gently while sliding the
blade of the knife under the remaining material of the dress covering her tummy.
Pushing up from her, he showed her with his face, which had become more menacing
than she had ever dreamed it could be and lifted the hand holding the knife. The
material gave like warm butter.

In a voice that nearly snarled, he growled, "Good, bitch, now it's time to show
your Master how loudly and lovingly you can scream."



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