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Subject: Reborn, part 2 - D/s, bond., cons., M/f

Reborn, part 2

	She stood before the door to the room for a long time,
struggling to stop the churning in her stomach. On the other side of
that barrier was the end of her innocense... the realization of her
fantasies... the awakening of her dreams. And now that all that was
before her, she stood, trembling, wondering if she had made the right
decision.
	She closed her eyes for a long moment, allowing the tingling
from her already taut nipples and the dull throb from her sex to urge
her on. With an almost dreamlike slowness she felt her arm raise, the
fingers balling into a tiny fist and rapping on the door. Then it
slowly lowered and found the knob, turning it and pushing. The door
swung open and almost automatically her body moved forward, into the
portal.
	
	The room was cavernous in its darkness, only the dim
flickering of some distant, meagre light cast limply into the space
allowed her to piece out the hazy image of the far corner as she
stepped inside and closed the door behind her, hearing with a tiny
shock the click of the lock slipping automatically into place.
	She drew in a deep, steadying breath and slowly, almost on
tiptoes crept forward until she passed the entryway corridor and the
view of the entire room swept before her eyes.
	There was the bed, even larger than she remembered it, and
from either side of it, on the small nightstands which flanked it,
blazed a single candle each, providing the only light in the room.
	And seated on the bed, proped casually against the wall behind
it, his arm resting casually on one bent, naked knee, he sat. He was
clad, she saw, in some black, loose shirt that seemed to glimmer in
the candlelight, although his legs were bare. She could not tell much
of his expression in the gloom, but she could see the glistening
moisture of his eyes, riveted on her as she pulled to a halt just
inside the main part of the room, her hands figiting at her sides.
	
	"Hello, pet" he said, quietly, a velvet smoothness in his tone
that almost seemed to wash over her like a breath of warm air. "Come
on. To the foot of the bed, please."
	She moved slowly forward until she stood at the end of the
bed, staring across the infinity of those few feet at him, and now she
could make out that his lips bore a smile that spoke of... what?
Triumph? Pleasure? Satisfaction?
	"Now" he cooed quietly, his eyes fixed on hers, "it's time for
you to make a very special commitment. One that is going to change you
forever. Answer only 'yes Sir' or 'no Sir'. Do you understand?"
	"Yes sir" she muttered, her voice harsh and rasping, but cut
with an edge of excitement.
	"Are you prepared to give yourself to me, body and soul."
	"Yes sir."
	"To have your body become my property."
	"Yes sir."
	"To surrender your sex and your lust and deepest secrets."
	"Yes sir", her voice failing now as her breath quickened, and
his voice bore gently into her mind, like smoke drifting through a
screen.
	"To become wanton and wet and hungry."
	"Oh God..."
	"To be fucked and tormented until you scream" his voice slowly
taking on a hard edge that turned the smoke to a knife which stabbed
now into her mind and tickled her sex.
	"Yesssssssss...."
	"To cum for me, when I say, where I say, and for as long as I
desire to feed on your cumming."
	"Ooooohhhhhhhhh...."
	
	There was a long silence and her sex was quivering now, ready
and anxious to erupt and consume her.
	"Are you wet" he whispered.
	"Oh God, yes sir."
	"Then ask me nicely to please fuck you."
	"Oh pleeeeeeeeeeeeaaase, sir, fuck me. Pleeeeeaase."
	In the gloom she heard him chuckle and whisper.
	"Not yet, love. Drop your jacket, just there, at your feet."
	
	Inside she shook herself and reached up, peeling the light
jacket from her shoulders, lowering her arms and letting it slide down
until it dropped away and pooled at her feet.
	"Ahhhhhhh" he sighed, his quiet voice rich with contentment
"you wore the dress I requested. I'm very proud of you, my love. Now,
very slowly, undo the buttons, one by one."
	She reached up to the neck, bending her head down.
	"No" he said suddenly, his voice still quiet but now sharp and
warning. "Look only at me. You've seen youself often. I have not.
Watch me. Watch my eyes. Continue."
	Her fingers were trembling now as the fumbled with the top
button, finally managing to unclasp it. She could feel the folds of
the garment part ever so slightly and it was as if it had been ripped
suddenly from her body, making her feel instantly already naked and
vulnerable. She slid her hands down to the next button and began to
work it, staring at his eyes as he began to speak once more, his voice
so faint she had to strain to pick out his words.
	"That is my property now... that lovely, aching flesh of
yours. That sweet gift of your body. Every inch... every particle,
inside and out. My plaything, my possession... I'm going to make it
quiver in lust... I'm going to touch and tease and torment it... bind
it and punish it and set it screaming with hunger. And when I can't
stand it any longer, I'm going to make it explode and consume you,
burn you away to an ash. And I'll breath your soul out of the air and
take it into me and bind us together forever... My God you are lovely.
Such a perfect gift."
	She suddenly realized that her dress now stood fully
unbuttoned, hanging limply, almost defeated, upon her skin which
glowed in the dim candlelight.
	"Now" he whispered, "slide it from your shoulders."
	She slowly, mechanically, moved an arm upwards, lightly
brushing the cloth with her fingertips. It whispered over her shoulder
and suddenly cascaded down, dropping away with a flutter to a dry
puddle around her feet, leaving her exposed and naked, save for the
stockings that hugged her legs and made her feel wicked and wanton, a
lusty animal prowling for something to fill her body and soul, to tear
her to pieces and consume her utterly.
	"God" he breathed, his eyes now blazing as they swept over
her, drinking her in "how I will love making you scream."
	Slowly he shifted, pushing himself up, drawing up his legs
until he sat, far up at the head of the bed, his back against the
wall.
	"Now come up onto the bed and kneel there..."
	Almost gratefully she leaned down until her hands pressed
against the surface of the bed and she began to move forward, drawing
up her knees and planting them on it. She stopped and drew herself up,
now kneeling a mere few agonizing feet from where he sat, watching
intently.
	"Spead your legs, as far as you can."
	She shifted her weight and pressed her knees outward, feeling
the lips of her sex suddenly part, the cool air brushing against the
tiny aching nub of her clit as the wetness of her arousal began to
evaporate.
	"Straighten your back."
	She drew herself up as far as she could, fighting a sudden
momentary dizziness, before focusing on becoming erect... an object
displaying itself for his pleasure.
	"Clasp your hands at the back of your neck and lace your
fingers."
	She slowly raised her arms, felt the fingers slip amid the
strands of hair behind her head and slide together, linking tightly.
Suddenly she was aware of how her breasts jutted upwards, open and
exposed, the nipples already tight and tingling and unashamed.
	He sat for a long moment, his eyes sweeping over her body,
savoring it, making her feel helpless and vulnerable.
	Suddenly he moved, almost springing, like a stiking predator,
and was before her, kneeling as well, his own form now inches away
from her, his gaze bearing down on her, his warm breath drifting
against her face.
	She shuddered and felt herself tense, ready for the killing
strike that would rend her and slaughter her innocense forever, but he
merely hovered before her, an overwhelming force, relaxed yet poised
to snap forward and consume her.
	"Look at me" he whispered and she locked her eyes on his.
	"I can smell you" he breathed, barely forming the words in
sound. "I can smell your heat... your lust... your need... Tell me,
sweet pet, has it ever been this desparate... have you ever been so
hungry."
	"No sir" and her voice was almost gone now, her world fading
down to the black points in the center of his glistening eyes.
	"And will you come for me, body and soul."
	"Yes sir".
	"Will you scream in your lust... for me."
	"Yes sir".
	"Will you ache for me, always."
	"Oh God..."
	"Do you give yourself to me, for my pleasure."
	"Oh yessssss."
	"To drown you in your own cumming, always."
	"Pleeeeeeeeeaase..."
	"Say it."
	"Make me cum, please, sir, let me cum...."
	Slowly he smiled, and the waves of love and adoration flowed
over her like a wall of white hot flame.
	"Will you wear my collar and be proud to be my property."
	"God yes, sir."
	"Then close your eyes."
	She slid her eyes shut and suddenly felt the lightness sweep
over her, her body begin to sway slightly. Even in her blindness, she
felt his weight shift and return, his presense once again before her.
	Suddenly her nipples sparked as his fingertips lightly,
playfully, brushed over them for an instant. She gasped and felt her
stomach clench as the waves of tingling raced through her, reflected
off her aching clit and flowed back through her once more, causing her
mind to reel.
	And as she fought to grasp herself, she felt the collar touch
her neck and quickly snuggle against it as his hands carefully folded
the clasp just below her laced fingers. It felt heavy and cool and
comforting, as if a warm blanket was being drapped over her shivering
body in the darkness. It felt.... so right.
	"Can you hear me, pet".
	"Yes sir" she whispered, her own voice now distant and
soothing to her.
	"This is my collar you now wear. It means you are mine, body
and spirit. You exist to please and fulfill me, by obedience and by
being always your best, body, mind, soul and spirit. To be available
to me when it pleases me to take you, and to wrap yourself deeply in
my love for you. Do you agree to all these things."
	"Yes sir."
	"Freely."
	"Yes, freely."
	"Then this one time, and no other, open your eyes, look at me
and tell me what I am... name me."
	She slowly opened her eyes to find his directly before hers,
so close that she might have fallen into them.
	After a long moments silence, she found her voice.
	"Master."
	It was as if his face caught fire, the glow spreading into it,
the warmth of his love flowing over her, from his eyes, his smile, his
heat and power... and she realized something ceremonial has just
concluded. And she realized too that they were bound now, in a way
that could never be broken or imposed upon.
	
	He moved, sliding sideways, slipping off the bed, planting his
feet and leaving her feeling a void before her where his presense was.
	"Lay down, on your back, in the center of the bed."
	She unlaced her fingers and leaned forward, turning and
feeling her hip press against the cool covers as she sank down,
rolling onto her back.
	"Raise your knees and spread them as wide as you can."
	She complied, feeling her sex gape once more, a tiny trickle
of her arousal leak down, tickling the virginal flesh of her most
secret places.
	"And relax, pet. Don't move. Just relax.... Close your eyes...
drift....savor the moment."
	She slipped her eyes closed and felt her body slowly become
heavy as the muscles unclenched. A sense of relief welled up in her,
and she felt herself begin to sink downward toward.... not sleep...
she was far to aroused for that... but something else.... an
otherworldly distance from herself perhaps... a detatchment from the
confines of her breathing flesh.... a timeless, spaceless place that
awaited her somewhere far below her and toward which she now slowly
drifted.
	With a sudden rush her mind drew back when she felt the weight
of him upon the bed down past her bent, parted legs, and at once her
sex clenched instinctively ready to be penetrated. But instead, she
heard the tinkling of water in some small container, and moments
later, a blanket of moist heat was gently spread over her sex, at once
heightening and dampening the flames in her clit.
	She gasped as the wet flames flowed into her.
	"Shhhhhhhh, pet. Relax.... just relax..."
	And she realized he was bathing her sex, warming and softening
it with water and soft cloth. Twice... three times.... she felt the
heavy blanket of wet heat against her sex... and then the light,
ticklish brush of something... foam.... being carefully lathed over
her, expertly avoiding any contact with her now throbbing, desperate
clit.
	At last, she felt and heard the rasp of the razor as it
touched her, just above her sex, and was drawn down, beginning to
sheer away the soft down that had always protected her sex since first
she became aware of it as a thing of pleasure and love.
	And as if from a great distance... detached yet present... she
wondered at the careful, light sweeps of the blade over her sex,
broken only by brief thrashing sounds as the water in the bowl swept
away the debris that was her protective fur... the blade touching and
harvesting every strand above, beside and below her sex...
	And when the moist cloth was next placed upon her, it touched
now only naked, hairless skin, all of its heat now spreading onto and
into her, and she felt a second tiny part of her former self die
out...
	
	But even as she bid it farewell and savored the freedom that
welled up in her, she felt the cloth slowly withdrawn, the cool air
tickling her now fully exposed and helpless flesh.... and then, with a
sound halfway between a gasp and moan, the electic explosion as the
tip of his tongue brushed the lips of her sex far to their base, and
slowly drifted over them, like a whisper of pleasure from hell itself,
to the very top... and then was
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