At His Command(2)

"Although he hasn't brought a beautiful young lady such as yourself home in quite some time," she said, her hands on her chef's apron. "And a shame, too! None of them have ever complimented my cooking."

"That's a crime," I said, finishing my last bite and sighing.

"Mr. Drake should be home any moment. Would you please follow me?"

I jumped as a gravelly, male voice interrupted our talk. A silver-haired butler stood behind me, holding a black, wooden box in his hands and looking grave.

"Uh …  of course, Mister … ?"

The man gave a deep bow. "Mr. Daniels, my lady. If you would please follow me?"

I thanked Katja, and followed him through the winding halls of the house until we were outside of Mr. Drake's study, where I'd found him holding my torn shirt the night before. I tingled with anticipation, wondering when he would appear, and what he'd do to me in his dungeon when he did.

Mr. Daniels set the box on a low table by the fire.

"I've been instructed to tell you to please put on the contents of the box, and wait here for the master's arrival."


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I nodded, my pulse thudding in my ears, adrenaline coursing through me. What had he left me?

"Yes, of course," I stuttered. "Thank you very much, Mr. Daniels."

"Miss."

He bowed low again and saw himself out of the room. The door snapped shut behind him.

Curious, I rushed to open the box. Inside was a crimson garter belt and matching bra, as well as a couple of devices and a bottle that made me blush. There was also another note in Mr. Drake's handwriting.

Wear these items and nothing else. The black plug goes in back, and the white in front. I expect you ready and waiting for me, Isabeau. Do not disappoint me.

I stared down at the box, my mouth hanging open. The idea of being filled completely intrigued me, but I admit, I was also more than a little nervous. I'd never had anything in my ass before, and even though the plug before me was small, I didn't know how it would feel. Would it hurt?

I slowly removed my clothes, folding them carefully and setting them aside before wiggling into the embroidered garter and lacy black stockings. It felt strange to be wearing all this without panties covering me, but also naughty, leaving me feeling deliciously exposed. I slipped the bra on, and then picked up the bottle of lube, biting my lip.

I got on my knees and took a deep breath, reaching behind me to slide it into position. Here goes nothing.

When the plug pushed against my pucker, I gasped at the feel of the cold gel, then at the sensation of my ring of muscle wrapping around it, accepting it into my body. It stung a little as I adjusted to the tapered silicone inside me, making me squirm on the carpet. It felt so wrong doing something like this, but the feeling made my sex heat and my body tingle all over.

If my conservative family ever knew I did anything like this, they'd each have a heartattack before calling my pastor.

I smiled and reached for the delicate, white vibrator. It was egg shaped and slipped easily inside of me as my walls squeezed around it. There was no button or anything that I could see, but the feeling of these two toys rubbing together through the thin membrane of skin separating them was almost too much to take.

I waited there, on my knees, half expecting Mr. Drake to burst in at any moment. I was so ready for him, I ached, longing for him to take me and show me something I'd never experienced before. To take me deeper into his world.

The sound of a key scraping in a lock made me spin around to face the door. Suddenly embarrassed, I covered my privates, in case it was Mr. Daniels coming back to check on me. The lock snapped and I could hear footfalls moving away from the door. I furrowed my brow, frowing before it finally hit me. I was locked in!

I ran to the door and tried the knob, swearing under my breath when it didn't move. What the hell was going on? 

I yelped as the plug in my ass and the vibrating egg both buzzed to life, making me rock on my feet and clutch the door knob for support. My body felt like it was on fire, the powerful vibrations making me gasp for air. I hadn't touched any buttons, but they were both pulsing in time, making my clench around them.

Just as quickly as they started, they stopped, and I stood panting, trying to catch my breath. I reached between my legs, looking for some kind of switch so I could control these things, but as I did, a voice resonated from a speaker in the ceiling.

"Hands at your sides, Isabeau."

I gasped, but did as I was told. "Mr. Drake?"

"Very good, my little temp. I love how quickly you obey me. You deserve a reward."

The butt plug and dildo buzzed to life again, and I doubled over, groaning. The vibrations in my ass were driving me wild in a way I'd never experienced. It was intense. Too intense.