He heard the evocative whisper of her voice, flowing through the corridors of his mind, trailing there in his imagination when he entered the room. He laid his hand on her shoulder she looked up at him with a kiss and a smile. She laughed to find him there with her :
"Does my Master mind me taking a fast peek at the post?"
"Well I'm back for the night now," he responded. "So, have a quick peek at me instead. Or will that not entertain you?"
"Certainly, Master," she smiled and leant back against his torso," but.... maybe not that quick."
He looked really tired after all those late nights. Too much socialising and burning the midnight oil was leaving him ragged. She thought that he should cut out his rampages through Ilmarel and get a few early nights. She would miss him at the gatherings, but she wanted him to take better care of himself.
"You look fatigued Master, love. You can be very silly, Sir," she chided him in almost motherly fashion.
"Don't try to bully me, darling," he laughed back at her. "You sound almost like one of those dominants in leather and bondage gear."
"Do you think I should change my approach then?" she snickered.
"You as a dominatrix," he mused. "Now there would be an invitation to male submissives everywhere?"
He stroked her head and wondered whether she would really be able to be stern enough? Would she be able to tempt them to her stern as it were? He laughed to himself, knowing her predilection for all things anal.
"Nahhhhhhh..........doesn't feel right - never did, " she shook her head.
"Just think - you could command what you wanted?"He looked at her offering her temptation, like a little lucifer striking again. "The temptation of Saint pet?"
She looked up at him absent mindedly. "What are you talking about, you silly man?"
"If even you won't listen, I shall just stand here and talk to myself, then," he emulated the pout that she had made a fine art. "I'm not sorry that everyone is gone tonight and that it is just us-- or rather just me - you being in a world of your own, darling."
"Oh don't be so precious, Sir," she looked up at him, slightly irritated. "You can be so childish."
He ignored her and started laying about the furniture, rearranging it and fussing, looking over his shoulder at her almost meanly. She stood up and leant forward on the desk, ignoring him and looking out the window.
"That's all right then," he muttered, staring at her and thinking that her bottom looked so smackable from this angle. He wondered if it would take her aback, if he were to admonish her in that way. The way she was wriggling there, trying to get a clearer view outside, she was really asking for a few strikes on her sweet bum.
"Yes," she said reading his thoughts and wriggling again."And she deserves it."
"Does she need a good paddling then?"
She squirmed and he quelled her with a look, requiring her to trot over to her Master obediently. She knelt at his feet and he sighed at the way that the evening was coming to a slow but lovely close. He reached down to fondle her breasts and she flinched away, remembering a fleeting image of a friend of hers, crying out as her breasts were whipped.
"I would never do that to you," he reassured gently.
"My friend and her Master seems to enjoy it very much."
"Really, is that a hint?"
"No, I've never had that done to me."
"Does it excite your voyeuristic passions, then?" He teased her slightly. " Or is the wetness of your knickers at this precise moment, a pure coincidence?
She blushed as he fondled her freely between her legs, pressing the material of her panties against her sopping crotch.
"Pet, I will caress your breasts. I will touch them. I will squeeze them and enjoy them, but you'll have to look elsewhere to have them punished save by my tongue, my lips and the odd drop of glutinous white or occasional golden liquid."
"Oh I do like that," she laughed and then held her hands up, embarrassed at her response, cupping her lower face in her hands. "I mean do what you want to do, Master."
"Good, I had hoped for approval there."
"Yes, Master and you got it," she giggled coyly, looking up at him.
"Do you think I'm too soft to dominate you, all told, pet?"
"Perhaps a little, especially with me, but I've grown to like what you are and that is more important to me."
"I could never seriously bully a woman into seeking her 'true' submission I think," he sighed and looked away from her.
"Hey its not you...," she reassured him, leaning her head on his lap.
"...but...." He lifted his head in warning, but she carried on regardless. "It is back to the Master's school for you."
"Start all over again with Dominants 101," she sealed her doom, unable to resist the tease.
"Confront your fears?" He laughed and pulled her over his lap to spank her for her naughtiness. She wriggled and gasped as the blows pounded her soft cheeks, but her long skirts hindered her legs and all that her efforts did were to raise a deeper blush on the cheeks of her face.
"I almost think that you are wanton enough to have your panties pulled down, darling."
"No Master," she contradicted daringly, looking towards the window. It was closed against the night air, but the curtains remained open. The moon has slipped round the angle of the chateau's crenelated roof and shone through, illuminating her plight.
"You need to study the true wickedness of the dominant."
"I do, do I?" He retorted, throwing her skirts back and drumming his palm down onto her receptive rear, watching the round cheek glowing pinker and pinker under his intensive attentions. He ran his finger over the crease of her panties and she knew that all she could do now was wait.
"Lift up, pet." His voice is commanding and impatient. "Come on, girl - stick it right up - "
S-sorry Master," she whispered and hollowed her back. She strained her buttocks up towards his hand and he resumed a rain of blows on her poor abused sit upon.
"There again the devilishness of the flirt is quite something and a far more malleable tool than dominance," he concluded and calming himself, allowed her to slip off his lap, back to kneel at his feet again.
"Hey Master," she smiled, rubbing her bottom, through her dress. "You will get no argument from me."
"I should think not," he frowned, glaring meaningfully at her and then nodding towards the locked glass cabinet where several cane hung, ready for use. She gulped remembering how whippy they had felt.
"My goodness, I am waxing philosophical here."
"It won't be the first time or the last, " she was unable to resist and teased again, giggling uncontrollably. " I'm sure."
"You, pet, are a disorderly subbie, you are," he warned, making as if to stand and move to the glass cabinet
"Me?" she responded innocently, raising her eyebrows and looking up at him archly.
"Yes," he growled. "YOU!"
"And you love the way I am," she purred.
"There is a baize green surface on the desk over there for naughty submissives to bend over, even in this flirtatious and weak minded Master's domain."
"Oh, goodie," she licked her lips in anticipation, pouting her lips into a kiss that she blew up towards him, making a sucking sound and choking in her laughter.
"The sweet witch spoils all her humble efforts, " he chided patting her on the back as she choked.
"Oh darn," she pouted.
"Back to square one, for you pet........and no more punishment. You've been indulged far too much already tonight."
"No kiss, suck, fuck, mmmm then?" She grinned and then stifled a yawn.
"No," he growled again. "Now go and prepare yourself for your bed."
"Yes, Master," she stood and reached over to hug him, before slipping out of the room with a gentle wriggle of her tantalising backside. " Please don't stay too late thinking here."
"I shall try not to my darling pet ," he sighed as he listened for the door to finally close.
"Dream a sweet dream of me, my Master " she murmured as she started to close the door to leave him to his thoughts. He sat there motionless listening to the evocative whisper of her voice, those words of submission and ownership, flowing through the corridors of his mind, trailing there in his imagination..."my entertaining Master."
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