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 MAX WEBB Chapter 6.  Interlude

   Following a lazy supper of instant soup and doughnuts, Max and Law
suddenly ran out of conversation.

   "This is silly!" Max thought, "I can't be shy of Law - not after...."
The gentle giant of a man was sitting watching her, clearly thinking about
something.

   "Penny for them, Law?" she asked.

   "Come here, Max-girl, sit on my lap.  I've got a suggestion for you, but
I want you in my arms when I say it,"

   Max went and sat on Law's sturdy thighs and turned sideways to look at
him.

   "What is it?  You sound serious,"

   "I am," he replied as he slid one hand up her top to unfasten her bra.
"I've been enjoying helping you explore your submissive side and was
wondering if it was time to take it a step further, formalise it if you see
what I mean,"

   "How?" Max asked as his hands removed her top and bra.  She nestled
against him, feeling his warmth as his other hand stroked her thighs
through her skirt.

   "This new living arrangement put it into my head, really," he started to
reply.  "I want to know how much you trust me, Max?"

   "Totally," she replied.

   "Even if I do this -?" Law bit one of Max's nipples.  She squealed in
surprised pain.

   "I - yes,"

   "How about if I told you to undress and then strapped you to your
kitchen table, thighs spread wide, and left you there all night and all
day? Would you trust me?"

   "Yes," she whispered into his chest.  Max wondered where this was
leading.  Law raised her chin so he could see her face.

   "I would very much like to be your lover and Master, Max.  Just at home,
I promise.  If/when we play in the office it will be as equals but here, if
I tell you to do something, you will do it - or risk punishment," He paused
to let Max take in the meaning of his words, then continued,

   "I can open your experiences further but only if we have structure.  I
promise not to cause you deliberate pain, but I also promise to cause you
so much pleasure you will feel as if you want to burst,"

   Max's eyes shone as she replied with a quiet "Yes".

   The last few weeks had changed her so much.  She now wanted to take it
further with this gentle partner who had already shown her that he could
stretch her senses so much she didn't know where the edges were.

   "You will have to give me complete control of your heart, body and
mind," Law went on.  "As Master, I will ask you to obey me without question
and not to complain about anything, and it will test your resolve to be my
Slave - but by the same token it will bring you great pleasure.  Will you
be my Slave, Max?"

   Max thought deeply for a few moments, this was a very great change for
her.  She was not used to being dominated as she had been in the last few
weeks.  She also realised she was totally lost in the feelings and pleasure
of it all and whispered.

   "Yes Law, I will,"

   "Your body will be mine to do as I see fit, you must give me your total
trust, and know I will not harm you, or let anyone else harm you,"

   "I know that, Law, I know that,"

   "You will want to give me everything you have to give and you will want
me to take everything you have to give,"

   "Yes,"

   "Are you quite sure of this Max?  You can still change your mind,"

   "Yes, Law, I will be your Slave, and take whatever you choose to give
me,"

   Law looked hard at Max and she returned his gaze intently, letting him
see deep into her.

   "Are you totally sure, Max-girl?" he asked again.

   "I am sure, totally and completely sure," she answered, looking straight
into his eyes.

   He drew her into a great bear hug, squeezing her tight to him.

   "There are a couple of things to get clear, Max-girl.  One is that when
we are here alone, you will be either naked, or wearing only stockings
depending on my mood.  I want to see your gorgeous body at all times.  The
other is that you must call me 'Rob' or 'Sir' when we are at home, not
'Law'.  You can call me 'Law' at work, never here,"

   "I'll do my best to remember, Rob," Max answered.  "It will be hard,
I've got used to 'Law',"

   "You'll remember - or else," Law retorted.  "Now undress completely.  I
want to examine my new, beautiful slave,"

   It only took moments for Max to get out of her remaining clothes.  She
then lay across her Master's lap as requested and felt his hands roam her
body.  They slid between her legs, finding her pussy, probing it.  She had
been turned on all evening so she was very wet indeed.

   "Bad girl, I'll have to spank you for being dripping wet!"

   Law (or Rob)'s hand landed firmly on Max's buttocks.  It was followed by
five more, each a little harder than the last until her bottom was scarlet.
Max had tried to stifle her screams but had failed for the last two.  She
was sobbing as her bottom burst into flames beneath her Master's hand.

   "Stop crying Max-girl - I'll stroke it away - see?"

   He was as good as his word.  The flaming pain was smoothed away as he
stroked her open again.  She could feel him growing hard as she groaned
while he fingered his way into her cavern.  She wanted him so badly, but
bit back a plea to him to fuck her.  She didn't want to get into trouble!
Rob then pushed her off onto her feet while he stood up.  He guided Max to
the kitchen where he sat her on a chair, strapping her upper arms to the
back and her thighs to the chair legs.

   "I've been keeping something for a special day, and I think this
qualifies as that," he said as he produced three small clamps.  Tenderly
caressing her breasts until Max was whimpering in suppressed lust, Rob then
fixed a clamp to each nipple.

   Max screeched.  The white-hot pain seared through her as the clamp
settled on her throbbing flesh.

   "Please Law - Sir - take them off!  Please!  Please!  Take them off!"

   "No my sweet, you are my property, to do with as I want.  Where do you
think this last one is going?"

   "No!  Not my clit!  Please!  Not there!" Max screamed.  "Anything else!"

   "You can't stop me, Max.  Now hold still while I caress you, like this,"


   His finger slid into her hot cave, stroking the panic away, teasing her
till she was moaning in pleasure.  He knew just how to get her to meltdown
by now, and used this knowledge until he thumbed her clit to full size. 
Max was trying to ride his fingers despite her bonds and he knew she was
ready for the third clamp.

   A shrill shriek rang through the flat as the teeth closed on her
blood-filled flesh.

   "You - bastard, - Law!  - Take - it - off - me - now!"

   "No," Rob said.

   He slipped a finger back into her and slowly began to stimulate her
again.  Max hurt like hell, but very gradually her cunt started to turn the
tables towards pleasure, and she started to pant again as her need to cum
built once more.  She wanted to understand what was going on but all she
could do was whimper and chase her lover's fingers around inside her.  Max
felt her cunt muscles gasping to be filled.

   "Please!  Fuck me, Rob.  I want you so badly, I want to give myself to
you through the pain, please!!"

   "Soon.  You are still holding out on me.  Give your all to me, to shape,
to love, to control, and I will fuck you to your heart's content,"

   "I'm not hold-" she stopped as Rob gently removed the clit clamp.  The
white-hot hurt returned as blood resumed its normal flow.  Max just looked
up at him, and felt a feather-light touch on the wounded flower.  She
jumped as if electricity flowed through her.  It made her so much more
ready for his hardening cock.  Every time she was stroked she leaped.

   "Do you want me to unclamp your beautiful tits?  They will hurt far
more, so be ready for it,"

   Max nodded, biting her lip in readiness.  Even though she had been
warned, nothing could have stopped the yells of pain escaping from her. 
Rob knelt and gently put one throbbing breast in his mouth, carefully
licking the pain away.  He caressed the other breast in his gentle fingers
and little by little the pain eased.

   Hypnotised by her senses, Max didn't notice she was no longer restrained
until she was lifted off the chair and laid on the soft sitting room
carpet. Without realising it on a conscious level, she parted her thighs
and lips, exposing the sore bud, to her Master.  She was his.  Completely.
Utterly.  Hopelessly.

   + + + + + + +

   Much, much later on, Max woke from a deep sleep to find Law's arms round
her in Spoons.  She could still feel her bottom (and other parts) smarting
from the punishment she had brought on herself by demanding his cock but
she couldn't deny she hadn't loved every minute of it.  Carefully she
turned to face Law's chest, and slid her hand down to his shaft.  Max
wanted to make him wake up with a very definite hard-on as a 'thank you'.

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