Sindy-02
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"Sindy - Chapter 2"
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Master had instructed me to fix dinner for the two of us, and be prepared to spend the evening on my knees beside and/or before him. With the current economy, food of any kind is pretty hard to find, but I have a few special sources where I can order almost anything, if you are willing to pay the exorbitant prices. I was able to find enough good beef and vegetables to prepare a shish-kabob with rice and an exquisite wine from South America. I put the rice on a large plate with the grilled kabobs on top and placed the plate on the dining room table. Two dipping sauce dishes and two smaller dinner plates placed beside white linen napkins and wine served in flutes completed the table setting. He had not specifically told me what to wear, so I decided on a black mid-thigh-length dress; what you would call "The Little Black Dress". It barely covered the lace on my thigh-high stockings. I brushed my hair out and fixed my makeup before putting on a pair of four-inch heels. I approached his office door, knocked and waited quietly for a response. Master opened the door and I announced that dinner was ready. He took my hand; I stood and led him to the table. After I held his chair for him, I settled to my knees on the floor with my back to the table. I really don't know why I chose to face away from the table, but after last night, it felt like the right thing to do. He tasted the wine but said nothing. He took some rice and one of the kabobs from the serving plate, took a small bite, but remained silent. I was truly beginning to wonder if my cooking style was to his liking, or if I had in some other way transgressed. The silence was palpable, and I was becoming quite concerned. My body was beginning to shake and my knees were starting to hurt from remaining in one position for so long. The straps on my shoes cut into my ankles. I was beginning to think I was being ignored for something I had done wrong. He pushed back from the table a little, took my chin in his hand and turned my face towards his. Without saying a word, he returned my head to its original position. He removed his napkin from his lap, and after folding it, tied it around my head as a blindfold. Wordlessly, he turned my head up again and using his forefinger, indicated that I should open my mouth. He placed a small bite of food in my mouth and indicated that I should chew it. He continued feeding me by hand, a little meat, a little rice, a little bit of vegetable. I have never been hand-fed like this before, and I must say that it was quite erotic. Each morsel seemed to have a special, personal taste. When he offered me the glass of wine, a small portion of it dribbled from my lips. I started to break position but he slapped my hand away, leaned forward and kissed and licked the wine from my lips. I leaned toward him, chasing his lips, returning his kisses, only to be guided back into my kneeling position. When our dinner was concluded, he took my hand and guided me into a standing position. I was really glad he was holding my hand, because my knees were almost totally nonfunctional from kneeling so long. Once I was able to retain my balance, he grabbed both my wrists and forced them behind my back, then up between my shoulder blades. I don't know which hurt more, my knees, ankles or shoulders, but all the pain seemed to float away when he kissed me. I tried to return his kisses but he was definitely directing this show. If you have never been kissed by a Master while blindfolded, well, it's kind of like your favorite dessert, fireworks, fresh flowers and that new snow feeling all wrapped up in one package. He took me to the "massage room" where he removed my dress, tied me to the wall and flogged me. When I began screaming, he gagged me. I tried to break free of my restraints, and he added more. I didn't want to experience pain, I wanted him to take me down from the wall and make love to me. I wanted him to remove the gag and replace it with his manhood. I wanted to do anything physically possible to make love to this man and avoid the physical pain I was feeling. After some time, I don't know how long because I was blindfolded, he took down me from the wall and told me to "present myself" on his bed. When I faltered, he grabbed a handful of my hair and "showed me" where I was supposed to be. He pushed my knees apart and entered me. It was an absolutely unforgettable experience; the pain of my back, the burning sexual pleasure. I met every one of his strokes with one of my own, the fire of my back accelerating the fire between my legs. After my second orgasm, he turned me over so that I was on my hands and knees. He started spanking me with his hand and explaining that I should NOT climax without permission. My brain raced,looking for a way to comply with such an order. Isn't that like stopping an avalanche? Isn't that like asking rain to flow from the earth into the clouds? Damn, this man really does NOT understand how the female body works! If you don't want me to be sexually excited, then don't have sex with me. Not have sex, what in the hell am I saying? He entwined his hand in my hair and placed me on the floor, on my knees, before him. He used my mouth for his pleasure, but it was definitely reciprocal. Once he finished, I was quite literally thrown onto the bed and he bound my hands behind my back. He took a position beside me, sidled up beside me, and guided my head onto his chest. I don't know why <grin> or how, but I fell asleep immediately. Awakening some time later, I could feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath my head. I tried to remain silent and let him sleep but he sensed my awakened state. He untied my hands, removed the blindfold and ordered me to the bathroom to shower and clean myself up. He said that once that was done, I should go to his bedroom and join him in bed. I took my time, allowing the warm water to course over my shoulders, rinsing the pain from my body. I went to his room to find him in bed, sitting up and reading some papers. I went to the bedside and started to kneel. He patted the bed indicating I should join him. I climbed beneath the covers and cuddled up, enjoying the smell and the feel of his body, and again fell asleep. In the morning, I fixed us a hearty breakfast, but he only picked at it. He drank the juice and coffee and left for work, telling me to be a "good girl". I spent the day remembering the previous night's events, and fantasizing about the future. As he left work, he called me to ensure I was home, and that I would be prepared for his arrival. That evening was strange: he went into his office and closed the door without comment. About ten PM, he emerged and called my name. I approached him, and he ordered me to give him a massage. I tried to find a way to talk about last night and maybe gain some insight into his motives and his "modus operandi", but no such luck --- he just lay there, silent except for an occasional moan or grunt. Once again, I was ordered to shower and report to his bed, and again I slept in a state of quiet sexual arousal and contentment. The next morning was the first day of the weekend; he got up before I did. I awoke with a start, missing him, although his smell was still present in the bed. I explored the house, but he was nowhere to be found. I had just decided to return to his bed when I noticed that the door to his workshop was open, the sound of power tools emanating from within. But I was not yet dressed, so I decided to return to bed instead of the workshop. Sleep recaptured me for another hour or so. I was shaken awake and told to fix lunch for the two of us. At lunch I was given a shopping list, and told to have everything available for dinner tonight. I looked at the list; it was obvious that dinner would be for several people. When I asked about this, I was told it would be a surprise, and that I would be told more later. I made a couple of phone calls and was assured that everything would arrive before dinner time. I gave him a "status report", which was answered with instructions to shower. I was then given a photograph of a woman with extreme makeup and told to copy the look. At 7 PM, I was summoned to the kitchen and given instructions on how to prepare the various dishes. I asked about how the table should be prepared, but was told not to worry about it. He went back to the workshop and returned with something that looked like a door, which he carried into the dining room. When I approached the dining room, I was ordered back into the kitchen. Just before 8 PM, I was blindfolded and a steel collar was placed around my neck. A leash was attached to the collar and I was led into the dining room. I was instructed to climb onto the table and lie on my back. Master explained that I was actually lying on an old door; he spent the next few minutes installing metal clamps attaching me to the table top. The bands were tightened and retightened in a precise manner. The clamps ensured that my body could not, under any circumstances, be able to move. I started to say something, but was ordered to be silent. Master told me that I was to be the centerpiece for tonight's dinner for some of his friends. He placed a gag in my mouth and I spent the next few minutes in excruciating pain as Master jabbed, stabbed, poked and prodded my body. His guests began arriving about 8:30 and dinner was "served" at 9 PM. I could tell that there were quite a few guests, and that both males and females were present. I couldn't actually see what was going on, but by listening to their conversation, I was able to glean a fair amount of information. Master was installing an antipasto arrangement on my breasts: olives, pickles and other goodies, all attached to my breasts using a series of needles. Sushi, sashimi and salads were apparently displayed on my stomach and thighs. Bowls of rice were placed between my legs; their heat was nearly unbearable. Various pieces of vegetable and fruit were placed on either side of body. The guests used forks, knives and chopsticks to partake of their dinner. They didn't pay any attention to me or my bound, nude predicament, but it seemed as if they delighted in removing the food from my body. They would intentionally poke and scrape my body each time they removed an item from their decorated centerpiece. When they selected something from the antipasto, it seemed that they pushed the needles further into my flesh before removing them. One of the guests, I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman, took several items from my tortured breasts, then kissed and licked the area with a lot more gusto than I thought the circumstances demanded. Each time a guest took some rice, the bowls seemed to become hotter than before. Another guest, again sex unknown, began using some of the fruit as a dildo, thrusting it in and out of me. My breathing became quick and ragged with sexual excitement. My body tried to expand and contract, but the implacable bands denied any such movement and caused me quite a bit of discomfort. Master announced that the main course was complete. I could feel several people helping him "clear the table". The person playing with the fruit between my legs reluctantly withdrew it, and all the needles that still held food were removed from my breasts. I thought things couldn't get worse, but they did. Master announced that dessert would be ice cream, again with me as the serving dish. It was so cold that I thought the freezing dessert would blister me. Again my body tried to fight the bonds, and again the restraints held fast. I was trying, diligently yet ineffectually, to hold still. Finally the guests had their fill of the sweet concoction. Master removed my gag and gently spooned the milky substance from my stomach into my mouth. I was really getting into the rhythm of the spoon when Master leaned over and kissed me. Talk about mixed emotions: the pain, the cold, the kisses and my desire to please him. The next thing I knew, several people climbed onto the table. Someone had their mouth attached to me and had no desire to stop. Several people attacked my breasts; I was really getting excited. Someone else started sucking on my toes. The sensation was so devilishly exciting, and the tickling so intense, almost painful, that if I ever find out who that was I'm not sure whether I will hug them or kill them. I could feel the crest of an orgasm approaching, and then the memories from last night came flooding back. "Please, Master, may I climax?" I beg. He says nothing, and I repeat my pleading. He begins counting down from ten and instructs me not to climax until he reaches zero. When he finally says the magic word, I climax. My body tries to break free of my restraints, to no avail. The tightness of my muscles causes pain in my body, but my brain excuses it all in exchange for the sexual joy I am feeling. My body suddenly went limp. All my muscles went slack, and the clamps were no longer as tight as I remembered them. A few tools appeared and I was released from my bondage. Several of the ladies helped me to my feet and guided me to the bathroom where they bathed, dried and powdered my body. A robe appeared from my closet, and I pulled the luxurious garment around me. I was taken back to the dining room and told to kneel before Master. He took my head, placed it in his lap, and began rubbing my hair. He told me that I had done an exceptional job and that he was pleased with my actions. I started to say something, but he put a finger before my lips and told me that next month, we would have a different centerpiece and I would be allowed to "eat at the table with the adults". @ Robin Roberts, 2007 |
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