“Your need is strong upon you, girl.”

He could always tell. Even when she tried to hide her emotions, he could always read her. He had been so busy with work these past weeks. She knew better than to disturb him while he worked, but oh how she ached for his touch, his time, his attention. She knew there were women who felt sex once a month was more than enough, but they obviously have never been under her Master’s hand. Even one day without his use of her body was an eternity.

“I am not heartless, girl. It pleases me to see your submission. Disrobe, kneel and wait.”

Her heart leapt at the possibility of his attentions. Her skin was aching but she relied on her training to see her through. She knew exactly what he expected. She wanted to throw her clothes off as fast as possible but he was watching, so she shed her clothes leisurely, almost languorously, before gracefully dropping to her knees, her hands open on her thighs. She licked her lips, suddenly dry, keeping her eyes averted, but watching her Master for any sign.

“Lovely.”

His fingertips brushed her cheek before trailing slowly down to her breast. He turned back to his desk and flicked a hand signal towards her. She obediently adjusted her posture, spread her knees, and interlaced her fingers behind her head with elbows back. Her nipples were tight and tingling and she arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward. Finally, she bowed her head just a bit, parted her lips, and closed her eyes.

She knew she must hold position until he released her. She could be trapped thus, in the darkness of her closed eyes, for moments or hours.

Then she noticed the scent.

Oh my God! Is that me? sheShe thought as she gently took a deeper breath. Her spread thighs exposed her labia so the sweet musky scent of her arousal filled the room.

The silence of her darkness was complete. She tried to reach out with her awareness, tried to catch any sound that would tell her where he was, what he was doing. She couldn’t concentrate. Her breathing was becoming ragged. Her body fought her immobility as it usually did. She wanted to thrash. She wanted to fall to the floor, thrusting her fingers into her aching, fragrant cunt. She knew she would be punished if she broke position. She tested her master once or twice long ago and learned his punishments were harsh and swift. She would not disobey him again.

She waited. The room was chilly and her nipples contracted into tight buttons. The scent of her arousal grew stronger, driving her to desperation. Her fingernails dug into the back of her head in a vain attempt to distract herself from the rising energy in her body. The muscles in her thighs twitched and she clenched her ass, anything to alleviate the maddening need to be touched. A shiver raced through her frame and she struggled to maintain her position. It was not enough to simply be still, she must exhibit a calm she could hardly imagine let alone feel. A small moan escaped her lips as a fresh bloom of aroma reached her nose.

She waited. Time passed. Each second a day, each minute a year.

“Open your eyes, girl. You may drop your hands.”

“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.” She gingerly lowered her arms, struggling with the shift from trying to remain motionless to trying to move, and wrapped them around herself to control the shivering that threatened to knock her over.

“Are you cold, girl?”

“Yes, Master. Cold and burning.” The resonance of his voice filled her with his power. She desperately wanted his touch on her icy-hot flesh.

“Well, we may need to warm you up a bit. Ask for permission to release, girl.”

The command made her belly burn. Her hands were hot and wet as the energy of her submission and his control coursed through her body. She gripped her knees to keep from thrusting her hands between her thighs.

“Please, Master. Please! This girl needs to come.” She bent over in a low bow, partly to beg, partly because she simply could not stay upright.

“Hmmm, I don’t know. Just how aroused are you, girl?”

Suddenly, she remembered that release was not assured. He could deny her if he so chose. He had done so before. Her hands gripped the flesh of her belly in anxiety.

“Please, Master. Take pity on your slave,” she begged, her voice cracking. “Please let her come. Her flesh is burning with need. Please, Master. A touch. A word. Please. Please!” She could hardly see, the waves of arousal clouded her vision.

“Well, you certainly seem well aroused. What do you think? Should I permit your release?”

Confusion washed through her. How could he ask her this? She couldn’t think, but something wasn’t right. Then it dawned on her and she recognized the question as a test.

“Please, Master. If it pleases you, Master, this slave will release on your word.” She bowed again still shivering violently but not from the cold anymore.

“Good girl. Well said. Now look at me. Listen to my words.”

Her head snapped up to obey and she was trapped in the dark wells of his eyes. Her world reduced to her scent, his eyes and the sound of his voice as his words seared through her.

“Feel my power, girl, I control you completely. I want your release to be fast, hard and brutal. You will come now. Do it now!”

Her body obeyed instantly and she climaxed hard. She cried out as she fell to the floor, all control of her muscles gone in the power of her orgasm. She clutched at her breasts, her belly and legs as wave after orgasmic wave overcame her.

In amazement she thought to herself, Holy shit! I didn’t think it was even possible to come like this without touching myself! She tried to gather herself but another wave knocked her to the floor again. Finally, her body quieted enough to regain position, but she was shaking and held herself tightly.

“Thank you, Master. Thank you. This girl thanks her Master. You are so generous to your slave, thank you.”

She looked into his eyes again. The love, devotion and gratitude she felt radiated from her face, and she was rewarded with a small, indulgent smile.

“Ah, sweet girl. Such a lovely display. Listen carefully. I will demonstrate further the power of your submission. Imagine yourself bound to a post, on display in a room full of people, a whip in my hand. The leather will burn through your flesh and your screams will fill the room.”

A whimpering sigh escaped from her lips as the image filled her mind.

“Yes, your flesh will be tortured over and over as I take my pleasure from your pain, and you will come again, girl. Right now. Do it now!”

Again, her climax hit like a tidal wave and knocked her to the floor. She clutched her breasts as his power wracked through her body, longer this time, if not quite as violent. The kaleidoscope of her orgasm filled her vision and rang through her ears.

When the last wave dissipated and passed, she lay exhausted on the floor and mumbled her thanks in an almost incomprehensible river of words.

“Shhh, girl. That’s enough now. I’m pleased. You rest for a while, I’ve still got lots of work to do.”