The One

This novella continues the story of a girl, who signed a contract and became a slave to an enigmatic man. See the other parts: 1) "Slave Initiation" and 2) "LED Shower Blowjob".

In this episode the girl decides to please her Master and repeat the LED shower experience, but she forgot about one little thing--to ask for permission, and she also got carried away in her fantasy. Now she has to pay for this mistake.

There is no cruelty in this story. All actions are performed by consenting adults.

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Part 1. Crime

I wake up and, for a moment, I can't figure out where I am. In the morning light, the room looks different.

Master is asleep, lying half-turned on his side. I gently lift the blanket and admire his muscular body.

I run my fingers over the ridges of muscle on his chest circling his nipples. They come alive and grow harder. I move lower... and now I touch him there. He responds and begins to grow and harden under my hand

Slowly, Master rolls onto his back and relaxes but his eyes are still closed. He likes it!

I go on caressing with my hands and now his cock stands in all its magnificent glory. Huge! I lower my lips.

It has a scent! Last night, in the shower, I didn't notice it, but now I can smell it. It is warm and musky. I breathe it in and it makes my head spin. I feel the heat flooding downward.

I recall everything I've read and seen about such caresses. My hands move faster. I run my tongue from base to tip. Tease the tender ridge beneath. I feel that I myself become hot and wet!

He lifts his arms, grips the iron curls of the headboard and stretches out. Blood rushes to my face.

"He's mine! He's in my hands!"--the thought flashes through my mind. "Yes! I've chained him to this steel frame and I can do whatever I please!"

Boldly, I force his legs apart and pounce with all my passion as I did yesterday.

My heart beats wildly. The world around me disappears and there is only him. And he is at my mercy!

I squeeze, dig in with my nails. I want to take him deeper, still deeper. A moan breaks from me, then a growl. I feel how he trembles in my mouth. More! More! More!

A shudder sweeps through his body. This happens so suddenly, that I don't have time to pull away. A warm stream strikes my face. It runs down my lips, my cheeks and chin.

I did it!

Exultant, I lift my eyes in triumph and... meet a glare blazing with the fury of a wild beast.

"How dare you! Out of the bed!" Master jabs a finger at the spot on the floor where I stood yesterday, waiting for punishment.

In horror, I slide down and drop instantly to my knees.

"Sir, forgive me... I only wanted..."

"Silence! You're a slave. You don't want anything. You obey my orders. And you broke the most important rule!"

He rises and strides into the bathroom.

What have I done! I'm shaking with fear--my arousal gone without a trace.

I freeze motionless and lose all sense of time. I hear water running. At the sound of it, a sharp spasm cuts through my abdomen. I press my thighs together to suppress the urge, but I can't hold a whimper. On top of this, I feel the drying crusts painfully pull at the skin on my face. How awful!

At last he returns, fixes me with a hard look.

"You'll clean yourself up, put this on"--he points at the pile of my clothes by the mirror--"and then come downstairs."

I make to leap up and dash for the bathroom, but he halts me harshly:

"I did not permit you to stand!"

I shuffle past him on all fours and receive such a loud, smack on my bottom that I squeal and tumble headlong towards the blessed white porcelain sanctuary...

Once out of the bathroom, I drag myself to the miserable pile of clothes, dig out the panties and, to my horror, they reek! Still damp--they never dried under my jeans. Idiot! I should have washed them last night! I had time to do it.

With disgust I pull them on. Nothing matters now--I know that he's throwing me out. I'll change at home.

I go downstairs slowly, feeling dirty and miserable. Master is at the stove, cooking. He turns and looks at me with eyes that seem to me cold and indifferent.

Suddenly it overwhelms me. I cannot hold it in and break out crying. Tears and snot stream down my face.

I catch bits of my own words coming through the sobs: "Sir, I'm sorry... I won't... I only wanted... Sir, please don't... I beg you... Sir... allow me..."

And then I hear his cold voice: "If you don't stop this hysteria at once, you'll get double punishment this evening."

Stunned I fall silent. There will be an evening. He's not casting me out!

"Wash your face and come eat. You've got a lot to do today!"--Master orders.

I dash to the guest toilet. The cold water helps me regain some control. I try to suppress the sobs.

I go out. He sets a plate with an omelette in front of me. It looks nice, decorated with tomato wedges and a lettuce leaf.

"Eat. Now!"

My throat is still tight and it's hard to swallow, but I don't dare disobey and finish the food.

I never imagined that black coffee without sugar could taste so good!

Finally, I get the courage to glance at my Master. For a moment it seems as if he's smiling. Clearly, he's amused by all this! But then he instantly puts on a stern expression and says:

"I'm busy today, so my driver will be with you all day."

It seems that he notices my frightened look, because he adds more gently:

"Don't be afraid. He's a good guy. He will take you home."

Home?! Is he kicking me out after all? But no, he calmly commands:

"Pack some clothes, underwear. Only what you will need for a couple of days. I'll pick out new clothes for you later. And change into something more presentable. I'm sick of those stupid jeans. Throw them in the trash!

I feel myself blushing and manage to say:

"Yes, Sir."

"You have half an hour for all this. Your appointment at the clinic is at ten."

What's that for? What clinic? He doesn't give me a chance to object:

"A routine checkup. I don't like how pale you look. And a gynecologist. Do you have your ID with you?

At the word "gynecologist," I gasp and just nod. I feel cornered. And he continues just as sternly, as if hammering in nails:

"At twelve you are booked with a beauty salon. They know what to do. At three, same place, a light diet lunch. Don't you dare not eat it! Is everything clear?

"Yes"--Catching his angry glance, I quickly correct myself: "Yes, Sir!"

Suddenly, he grabs me by the hair and pulls me close. It hurts. He makes me look in the eyes and says in a stern voice:

"And one more thing. I may be late. The driver will let you in. You'll take off all your clothes and stand in the center of the hall. Hands on your butt, your back to the entrance. Today I'm going to punish you for real with a belt. What should you say?

With my tongue numb with fear, I manage to mumble:

"Yes, Master..."

Part 2. Punishment

The driver opens the door and lets me in. Having learned from bitter experience, I head straight to the bathroom!

I return and start to undress but I don't know where to put my clothes. I decide to place them in front of the mirror by the entrance. This is what he ordered me to do yesterday.

I stare at my reflection, then bring my hands to the platinum slave collar. As I touch it, I suddenly feel a tightening and throbbing down below. Blood rushes to my face and desire grips my whole body. This collar indeed has magical powers!

Master ordered me to stand with my back to the entrance. But how? Shall I just stand, or kneel? I decide to take the position which he called the "waiting-for-punishment pose," After all, that is exactly what I am going to get today!

Like yesterday, the touch of my wrists against my buttocks makes me shudder. Why does it affect me so much?

The floor is heated so I'm not cold but it is painful to kneel on the tiles.

I hear the sound of a key and freeze. What if it's not him? That would be humiliating. No, it's his voice but it sounds different--rough.

"Stand up!"--the command lands like a slap.

I clumsy stumble up--my legs have gone numb.

He subjects me to a real interrogation:

"What are you waiting for here? Answer me!"

"Punishment... Sir... you will..." I mumble in terror.

"Repeat what I said this morning, but stop bleating like a sheep!"

"Sir, you said that tonight... you'll punish me... for real..."

"Speak clearly. How will I punish you?"

"Sir, you'll punish... me... with a belt... Then... on my knees in the corner... with a red bottom..."

Reality begins to blur. I'm that girl again--the one who showed me the red welts on her bottom in the toilet. In my fantasy, the part about standing in the corner with a whipped behind always excited me most. Did I say it out loud? Or just think it? Doesn't matter now. Let him whip me properly. I deserve it--stupid, dirty slut that I am!

It's as if reading my mind, Master says:

"Yes, today I'm going to give you a real thrashing! Get on your knees and pull the belt out of my pants!"

What sweet agony--pulling his belt from his trousers! He's so close. I'm breathing passionately. Damn those trousers--I want to tear them off! He's hard already. I can feel it.

I press the belt to my chest. It is lack and heavy, just like in my fantasies. I breathe in the leathery smell and clutch it so tightly that the big cold buckle digs into my skin. Yes, I'm ready for anything, so long as it happens now, before this wave of desire fades away.

The blindfold--like yesterday. It's beginning!

The scene is so vivid, as if I'm inside my fantasy at last. I stand before someone--the details don't matter in a fantasy. He's tall and stern. He raises a black belt over his head. I cry and I beg him not to punish me. I promise to be good but he's merciless. He sneers.

Suddenly, I hear a sharp command: "Adho mukha svanasana!"

It makes me jolt out of my dream. Yoga? What's that got to do with this?

Before I can think, my body obeys flowing into the familiar Yoga pose.

Blood rushes to my head, clearing it in an instant. The illusion vanishes. No, this is not a dream. I'm really here! Really standing in front of my Master with my bum high in the air, ready for punishment. Deserved punishment. I'll take it patiently and with dignity. Yes, I'll count strikes and beg for forgiveness. He will forgive me!

The first sharp slap sears across my skin. Not as painful as I imagined, but deeply unpleasant. There are no flashes or waves like yesterday. No fantasy now. This is a punishment. How many? However many it takes--I will endure.

I breathe out after each strike, count, and ask for forgiveness. In the flow of this rhythmic repetition, I begin drifting again... but the sharp pain from two quick, harder blows yanks me straight back to reality.

Is that it? No, now comes the most humiliating part: he puts me in the corner just as in my fantasy. So I did say it out loud! I want to hide, to escape the shame and, suddenly, I'm in the Looking Glass world. Though the mirror I see myself standing in that degrading pose.

The punishment isn't over yet! I hear retreating footsteps, the familiar sound of falling water, other rustles and motions. He's getting ready. What for?

I imagine how he lifts me and takes me to the bed, and... Oh, how I want to feel him inside me! Not just a finger, but all of him. I want it to be real tonight. The thought is so vivid that I feel warmth and wetness between my legs.

I can hear how he comes closer. I feel his hands gliding slowly and sensually over my body. When he pinches my nipples, the sensation is so strong that I can't hold back a moan. My heart's racing, breath hitching, and my whole body wants him!

Master's hand moves lower, down along the silky strip. I'm ready for anything now, just to be released.

"Cum as you usually do. With your hand!"--he orders harshly.

No! He couldn't have said that! Not that! But it's an order. I can't disobey that commanding voice. It's a good thing I'm blindfolded--I imagine I'm in the dark and he can't see me.

My hand lowers to that cherished spot. I'm so wound up that I barely manage to do a few movements before a wild orgasm crashes over me sending me into space.

I come back to myself in his arms. Master is carrying me, pressed against his chest. For a moment I think he's laying me on the bed but then I realise that the cool sensation surrounding me is water. Something hums to life, and gentle jets begin to soothe and massage my burning bum.

I feel the scent. It is the warm and sweet scent of vanilla. I'm floating in a vanilla sea. Pure bliss!

Master's voice is not stern, but soft and tender:

"Keep your eyes closed."

The blindfold slides away.

"Now open them."

I do and gasp. I am in the sea! Blue waves shimmer and flicker all around me--on the ceiling, walls, even on the floor. It's breathtaking. Tears spring to my eyes.

He's sitting at the edge of the Jacuzzi smiling. Smiling! I've never seen him like this.

His fingers brush my lips and I catch a trace of strawberry scent. I take a bite of the berry. The taste is sharp and sweet. Slowly he traces the rest of it across my lips, then wipes away my tears with it and puts the salty-sweet strawberry into his mouth!

As if in a dream, I accept the halves of strawberries he offers--I've never tasted anything more delicious!

Master helps me out of the Jacuzzi. Towels me dry, like a little girl.

"Permission to speak, Sir," I whisper.

"Permission granted."

"Sir, may I worship your cock, please!"