“Still cold?” he asked.

“No, Master,” she replied coldly.

“Lie back,” he said, just as cold. Slowly, she obeyed. He came closer and secured her thighs to the stirrups by strapping a large leather band around each one and doing the same to her calves and ankles. It would be impossible for her to move them and already Caleb could see she knew it as well. Her chest moved up and down, rapid and deep.

Slowly, he stepped away and toward the corner where he retrieved a folding chair. Her eyes followed his every move and Caleb’s heart picked up speed as his excitement and her trepidation grew. He set the chair down between her spread legs, out of her view and sat in it.

Caleb’s arousal grew as Kitten’s thighs trembled and she tried to close her legs in vain. Her pussy lay open to his view, his touch, his every whim and will. He tried not to let it go to his head.

“Touch yourself,” he gently commanded.

“Master?” Kitten fretted. She gave a start as Caleb ran a finger along the seam of her sex.

“Right here,” he said. He made circles around her clit. “Touch yourself right here. I want to watch you come.”

Kitten’s hips tilted forward by the barest of degrees, the sharp pull of desire already making her nipples hard and her pussy wet. She hesitated, but only for a moment. Swallowing hard and biting her lip, she did as he asked and placed her right hand on her swollen sex.

“Do you touch yourself, Kitten?” he asked. He deliberately let the warmth of his breath caress her splayed flesh.

Kitten shivered. “S-s-sometimes.”

“Do you make yourself come?” Caleb carefully placed his hand on top of hers and pressed her fingers deeper into her own flesh. Kitten whimpered, flexing her hips upward toward their hands.

“Sometimes!” she whined loudly.

Caleb smiled at her, though he knew she couldn’t see it. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling overhead. Caleb leaned forward and ran his jaw along her inner thigh.

“Show me,” he said.

Kitten’s body tightened, he could feel it beneath his cheek. He heard her take a deep, trembling breath and then her hand moved under his. He kissed the inside of her knee as he sat back and adjusted the painful erection in his pants. Every moment with her seemed both painful and sweet. He watched her small, delicate fingers find the apex of her pleasure and touch it experimentally. He smiled suddenly and brought his hand to his mouth, instantly realizing her scent saturated his fingers – he had the sudden urge to lick them, but didn’t. He knew it would only lead to other things.

Kitten arched her back. She rubbed at the little bud with mounting pressure and speed as her wetness made the flesh increasingly slippery between her fingers. It wasn’t long before soft, but insistent moans began breaking past her lips.

Caleb could feel the beat of his heart in his cock as it worked to push blood down to his erection. He knew he shouldn’t be so aroused, not when he’d already come twice, once against her pussy, and again in her mouth. However, being reminded and watching Kitten grow wetter did little to quell his desire and more to stoke it.

Kitten rocked her hips back and forth, slowly at first and then with growing speed as her obvious desperation grew. Her fingers rubbed her little clit and it visibly became redder, more swollen, but the sounds Kitten made had gone from need to frustration.

“I can’t…. I can’t when you’re watching me,” she said.

Caleb smiled, “The second thing you should know is to take pleasure whenever you can.” As he thought about what he was trying to express, his smile faded, “Know your body, Kitten. Know what turns you on. Most of the time you’ll be responsible for your own pleasure. There will be times when it will seem impossible, times when it will be impossible. Either way, you’ll have to be convincing. Convince me.”

Kitten’s fingers stopped and the only sound in the room was the sound of her pulling air into her lungs. She took her hand away from her body and tried to sit up.

Caleb stood and he met her watering eyes as she placed her hands behind her for balance. “Caleb,” her chin trembled, “no.” She seemed to be looking for more to say, more emotions to express.

Caleb didn’t want to hear what she had to say. He couldn’t bear to hear it. He stepped closer and reached behind her for her hand, only just avoiding her mouth as she turned to kiss him. He couldn’t bear that either.

“Master,” he said, “not Caleb.”

“But...you said –”

“I know what I said, Kitten. It was a mistake,” he said. He was confusing her, and for that, he was sorry. It had been selfish of him to allow her such intimacy, when she didn’t belong to him.

Kitten sobbed once, twice, but then nodded.

Caleb took her hand as he guided her back down onto the table. Before any more tears were shed or words spoken on Kitten’s end, he took her wet fingers into his mouth and tasted her pussy on them. He closed his eyes as the taste of her, both sweet and tart, burst over his tongue. He moaned low, sucking them into his mouth until he watched Kitten’s eyes widen and go darker, signaling her arousal.

Slowly he pulled her fingers out of his mouth and guided them back onto Kitten’s pussy. Kitten closed her eyes for a brief second and lifted her hips to meet them. “You’ve been touching your clit,” he whispered, making small circles against her clit with her own fingers. “Don’t forget you have this delicious little hole.” He guided her fingers down and pushed the tip of her slender middle finger into her pussy.

“Oh, God!” she exclaimed. Her back bowed and her body froze, but Caleb could tell she was only adjusting to new sensations and not coming.

“Is it good, Pet?” he asked.

Kitten only nodded and let her body drift back down gently before her hips began rocking against her hand. Caleb slowly took his hand away and sat back down in his chair to watch. Kitten cupped her breast absently and pressed the hard pebble of her nipple between her fingers as Caleb had done to her so many times before. She whimpered, her previous trepidation fleeting in the face of her mounting pleasure.

He watched Kitten’s fingers, the middle one delving a little further with each hesitant thrust. Caleb felt like he could only handle so much, especially with the taste of her still so pervasive in his mouth. Once again, he placed his hand on hers. He marveled at the way her body seemed to pulsate with need. She tried to keep touching herself, but his hand prevented it. Caleb inhaled sharply, dizzy with desire. He leaned forward, slipping his tongue up through her fingers.

Kitten cried out. She writhed against his all too gentle mouth, rattling the stirrups and filling the room with her desperation. He was too gentle. He knew there was no way she could come from the soft licking. So he kept licking, sometimes pushing the tip of his tongue into her pussy. He loved the way she whimpered, whined, and moaned.

After a while though, he knew he had to stop – or he wouldn’t stop. He stood up and looked down at Kitten’s quivering body. She turned her head and closed her eyes as her breasts rose and fell with the effort of her breathing. He sighed deeply and savored the taste and smell of her. It has to be now. He pulled out the small drawer attached to the table.

“You’re beautiful, Kitten,” he said. He took out two sets of handcuffs. She didn’t open her eyes, but flinched at the sound of the cuffs. “You’ve been very, very, good. I hope you’ll continue to be.” He cuffed her right wrist to the table comfortably and smiled when she finally opened her eyes and looked at him with those big, brown, inquiring eyes. “You’re not resisting,” he said with a bright smile. “I’m impressed.”

She hesitated when he reached for her left wrist, but then her arm relaxed and her breath quickened. Secured in her handcuffs, he reached out and traced her nipple with his index finger. His dick twitched when her sigh filled the silence. Next, he blindfolded her which added to the already intoxicating tension in her body. Caleb was surprised she hadn’t said a word or resisted him in any substantial way – he couldn’t decide whether or not he had wanted her to be so pliable.