Next, he wound the strips of leather around my waist and down over my hips and belly, lacing them between my thighs on either side of my labia.
"Lie on the bed with your hands above your head."
I did as he commanded and soon, he had leather cuffs around each wrist and was fastening my cuffed hands to something else. I tugged and realized he'd cuffed me to something – the bed frame, perhaps. I tried to imagine it in my mind – maybe the bed rail.
"Spread your legs, wide, and rest them on the edge of the bed."
I opened my legs as wide as I could, my heels digging into the edge, my pussy completely exposed to his view, leather strips surrounding my thighs. Cuffs went around each ankle, and when I tried to move them, I was unable. He'd used a spreader bar. He'd never used one before but I saw several in his cabinet and had wondered if he'd ever use them.
Now, I was completely immobile, bound with leather, my wrists and ankles confined, my eyes covered. My body went into some kind of strange state at that point – I drifted as if on a cloud, everything focused in on the sensations I was experiencing, all of it focused on my groin and breasts.
I gasped when his warm mouth covered me and then I groaned and arched my back when his tongue pressed against my clit and began to swirl. A stab of desire went through me, making me feel as if I could come in only a moment, I was so ready.
"Oh, God, Master…"
"You're so wet and so ready, Katherine. But you're going to have to wait."
He pulled off me and I lay there, exposed completely, my body vibrating with need.
I heard some sounds and then felt a cool wetness on my perineum and onto my anus. I tensed, inhaling loudly – was he going to try that?
"Relax, Katherine," he said. "Do you trust me?"
I said nothing for a moment, not knowing whether I wanted this.
"I said, do you trust me, Katherine?"
"Yes." I could barely say it. I didn't want that. It both aroused and repulsed me. A silence passed and I waited, frowning, unsure of what he was going to do. Not entirely happy, despite how my body responded and despite the warmth that spread through my body from the liquor. "But I'm afraid—"
"Shh," he said and then he lay on top of me, his body between my spread thighs, his erection jutting against my belly. He kissed me, warmly, deeply, his hand cupping my cheek. "You only need four words. Yes, Master, yellow and red. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"Do you believe that I love you?"
"Yes, Master," I said immediately, for I did believe it.
"Do you trust me to know how far and how fast to go?"
I hesitated. There was a part of me that still responded in fear at the prospect of anal. I had read it wasn’t supposed to hurt if done properly. But it had hurt when Kurt tried.
I couldn't help myself. "When I did it before, it felt like I had a knife inside of me."
He embraced me, kissing all over my face and then my mouth. "My poor sweet Katherine," he said, his voice a whisper. "I promise you when I do, you'll feel pleasure. Do you trust me to know how and when?"
I nodded, unable to speak.
For a moment, he was silent. He said nothing, he did nothing to me, but I felt his gaze on my face.
"It's just that I'm still so scared..."
"I know. That's why you have to trust me to know when you're ready."
I nodded and he kissed me once more. I relaxed a bit. Maybe tonight wasn't going to be the night. I knew he would eventually fuck me that way but not tonight. I sighed, exhaling heavily in relief.
He rose up and my body felt cold without him on top of me. Then I felt his fingers on my labia once more, stroking me, slipping inside of me. While he played with me with one hand, he licked and sucked my nipples once more and soon, despite my earlier anxiety and dread, I responded, my body aching, waiting for him to do what he would to make me come.
Once more I felt the cool wetness of lubricant on me and then something entered me, something cool and solid and thick – a dildo? It entered me only an inch or two, teasing the outside of my body while he continued to stroke my clit with his thumb. It felt so good to have something inside of me and something stimulating my clit. I groaned and wriggled under this attention.
He slid the dildo in a bit farther, stroking in and out slowly while rubbing my clit. Soon, the pleasure increased and I knew I could come. When it pressed at the right spot, I moaned.
"Master, I think…"
"Good girl," he said in reply, withdrawing the dildo, leaving me empty. Then, he pushed my knees up higher and his fingers stroked me, circling my anus, the tip of one slipping inside. He removed it and then I felt something cool press there. A butt plug. I tensed a bit.