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As I sit facing Robert as we eat at the dining room table, I begin to understand why Ciara sometimes wears her plug. About that feeling she described she gets when she wears it but no one knows, when she sits and works beside Robert or eats at the table with the rest of us. I wonder if she is wearing it now?
It's almost hard to keep up with the conversations when I can feel the leather cuffs around my ankles, the leather belt with its bronze rings and buckles around my waist, and know it all matches the thin and decorated leather bra in Valhalla style I wear under the dress. I sit here and is the image of a stately noblewoman - a princess most likely - and only I know what I wear under my dress. I wish I could use my leather necklace with its ring for sex games, the slave collar as Jane called it. The leather wrist cuffs would also be nice, but it would also be too noticeable. I looking forward to winter, and to trying to be out and walking about while wearing it under a fur coat.
It's such a wonderful feeling to clean myself while wearing it, and then go to Robert's workshop. To just stand there and talk beside Robert while he's working on brass parts for the oil lamps and other things. Just a normal evening. Robert is surprised when, as I have been waiting for, he as usual hugs me around the waist to make me feel loved, and he feels something unexpected under the dress fabric. His hand gently explore and he looks up at me wondering, so discretely I show him the leather ankle cuff without Iselin or Ciara seeing it. It's such a glorious feeling when I see that he understands and we share a sinful secret that no one else knows. I need to do this more, even when Robert doesn't know. I whisper that I left more leather items in a bag in his bedroom cupboard.
Robert just says calmly and in a quite normal way that that's enough work for tonight, and after a short visit to the toilet where on his whispered command I'm waiting outside, we then go up to his bedroom. Robert holds me around my waist all the way, signalling that I'm his in a way he usually doesn't do, and when I heard the sound of the bedroom door closing behind us, and the sound of the lock ... I almost have to sit down. We've talked about this before and Robert understands what I want. The game has already started in front of the others, but only we know.
Robert just tells me to fetch the bag and sit on the couch, and seats himself opposite in the other couch and casually puts his arms up on the back of the couch. He orders me to display the rest, so I slowly pick up one thing after another from the leather bag and place it on the table in front of me. Robert commands me to correct it and display it nicely and orderly. The wrist cuffs, the collar with its ring and leash, the ball with its leather strap for my mouth, the extra straps and more. Robert calmly tells me the rules we talked about, the pattern of humming, or creating it with a foot, hand or other way. The safe word. I have to repeat it several times, and to confirm that I can always cancel, and it builds up my expectations, even though it slight hurt the mood. It gives confidence and it feels good that he cares so much, before I give up control.
I have to make an effort to follow the commands he gives me in a calm controlled manner, and I especially like how he makes me feel that his command will be obeyed to the last syllable. Or he will make it so. I strap on one wrist cuff after another, two extra straps to my waist belt, followed by the collar and then I snap on the leash, and hold the leash for him while I wait for him to leave the relaxed position he is sitting in. I still have my dress, and I know it needs to be washed as I can feel the moist stain. I worry about the couch, but my master have commanded me to sit here holding my leash, so I do. He orders me to remove my dress, and I hear his small disapproving breath when he sees the stain, but tells me to sit in the exact same position and straighten my hair.
Robert orders me to just sit there while he takes off his clothes and leans back. Robert leans back completely naked and he is very ready. I look at the ball with its leather strap lying displayed on the table, because I really want to try it for real and not just in my room, but he understands and say I know better and what I want no longer matters. I have to close my eyes and take deep breaths.
A shiver goes through my body as he walks around and stands behind me. Robert lets his soft gentle hands play through my hair, along my cheek, over my body and chest as he slowly snaps the wrist cuff of one hand on the waist belt, followed by the other while I hold the leash in my mouth. Robert takes the leash and calmly makes a turn around my neck, and holds the leash at the back until he finally force my upper body and head against the back of the couch. I shivers more as Robert's fingers slowly wander his right hand around my body, oh so slowly. Farther and farther down to finally reach between my legs. I can't resist. It splashed against his hand, and drips down on the couch and table. My locked wrists cramp against the cuffs, and leash press against my throat as I try to lean forward, and it makes me lose my voice and I gasp for breath.
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After a couple of minutes I'm calm, and he grips the hair at the top of my head, pull my head back and show his dripping hand right infront of my face. Like taking a dog by the hair to show it has misbehaved. He say he didn't give me permission to come and I have been disobedient. Now I needed to clean his hand, and he just lets me use my tongue, and I have to feel the leather stretch against my neck to reach. Not good enough. So he un-snaps my hands from the waist, takes out a towel, orders me to open my mouth and put the towel in my mouth. He remove the leash loop around my neck while holding the end, and whispers to me that I was not good enough, and now needed I wipe his hand, the table and the floor - with the towel still in my mouth. Commands I follow.
Robert makes me explode one more time on the floor with only his hands while I try to wipe up the liquid from the first time, even though I try to resist his attention. Robert havn't given me permission. I enjoy it when I'm forced to wipe it up too with my nose so close to the floor that I can smell it.
Robert leads me to the bed, and lightly tie my leash to the bed frame - like an animal - so I can watch as he prepares the bed with his poncho and several large towels on top, and then tells me to lie on my stomach on top. He fastens my wrists again, and gently takes my leg and folds it back and attach it with the extra straps to the waist belt. Then the other leg. He softly whispers that I've been good, obedient and sexy. That I almost deserve something special.
He leaves the bed, and a minute later he puts a similar plug with a jewel like Ciara's, but in silver, a little bit in front of my face, and I just can't stop looking at it. I don't know when he had it made, and that I havn't discovered it, but I would very much like to have it. Feel it. I notice that I'm breathed faster and my heart is pounding in my chest. Robert whispers that I almost deserved it. He puts the plug aside, and lays himself in front of me on the bed, and help me to get in position at his crotch.
Without hands to support myself it is difficult, but an unexpectedly satisfying feeling when Robert helps me, controls me and just uses my mouth for his own pleasure, and after I swallow, Robert says that I have deserved the plug. He says that my mouth won't be used any time soon, and that my voice is now his. So I finally get my ball in my mouth. Then he place the plug next to my face so I can lie down and look at it, while Robert slowly starts kissing and massaging my shoulders, back and butt, while he talks about what he intends to do with me, that he has plenty of oil, but if I don't want that, I just have to say no. A clear 'no' is all he needs to hear. The ball just lets me mumble, just like he knew, and I love him more for it. My voice is his and he has taken it.
I come fast and hard when the first finger is calmly but firmly pressed in while he stimulates my clitoris, but he doesn't pull his finger out and the orgasm makes me spasm around the finger he keeps wiggling, as I writhe and twitch in my cuffs. When I calm down and breathe heavily around the ball, Robert calmly continues to talk as if nothing has happened, and I can just lie there and feel the drool run down my cheek, and liquid flowing down my legs and just enjoy the moment. I just stare at the jewel while I hold my buttocks apart as ordered, and he methodically massages and increases to more fingers, with his calm voice continues to talk about how he will reward me if I behave, or if I'm disobedient and needed to be punished, which I make sure to memorize.
Robert crawls up next to me, locks his eyes in mine, licks the plug a little and says that I may have deserved it, but I need to beg to feel it. I try to beg but the ball stops me. It is so frustrating when he pretends to not understand, and that he just wants to hear me say it. That wonderful playful smile. Robert whispers that he is a kind master and since I have been good, I will temporarily get my voice back, so I will be able to beg and describe how much I want the plug, how I want to feel it, and that he is my master. But not more than a minute. When the ball is removed, I use the whole minute to beg to get the plug, how I want to feel it in me, that Robert is my Master, and that I am his - Master's woman.
The ball is pushed back in my mouth and Master whispers in my ear that I have been good enough. I shivers in anticipation as Master slowly kisses my back all the way down, and let me feel the silvers coolness as the plug is slowly roll down my back. Drags it out. Then he finally push the plug in, several times and I am grateful for the ball, because I don't have to worry about what sounds come out or how loud. I can just ignore everything outside the room. When Master finally penetrates me while wiggling the plug, it's wonderful to know that the evening is far from over.
My first time with Robert will always be special and dear in my heart, but I knew early on that this evening is just as good and just as special.