Chapter 8

The next day began well enough. Leigh treated herself to a sumptuous breakfast before venturing out to do some shopping. New lingerie at Victoria's Secret, shoes at Bloomingdale's and a black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps and revealing cleavage from Bergdof''s.

She considered calling Gabby and meeting her for cocktails, but shuddered at the thought of missing David's call and raced home only to discover there were no messages. Gabby called around four and Leigh quickly got rid of her. She fully expected him to call at any moment. Then at five the phone rang and she sprang to answer it.

"Hello," she said, breathing hard.

"Hi honey, how are you?" It was Michael. She had forgotten he existed.

"Hi," she said, willing herself to put enthusiasm into her voice.

"Well," he said, "the weather is great and I met Phil Burgess and Cynthia Evershevski of all people!"

"Really! How are they? It's been ages, we don't even send Christmas Cards to them anymore, at least I don't think so. Sorry, Michael, I'm rambling."

"No, no you're not. Anyway they send you their best. Cynthia's had two more children. Umm, let's see, that's four. Three boys and a girl, with the girl being the youngest."

"And how is Phil?" Leigh pictured an athletic looking male just under six feet tall with lots of blonde hair cascading down his shoulders. She had fond memories of surfing simmers away with Phil and some other friends.

"I don't know how to tell you this, but he's put on weight. Oh, maybe fifty pounds."

"My god, no!"

Michael laughed. "Yeah, and all that blonde hair is gone too."

Leigh thought, 'the guy was only in his mid-thirties.' "Well, we all don't age gracefully," she managed to say.

"Tell me about it. We look positively youthful compared to them."

"So how's the business end of your trip dear?"

"Typical, hon, so far I've listened to several presentations and I'm due to give mine tomorrow. Then we settle down for a couple days of intensive information sharing. I can't wait to hear Loring's latest ideas. He's quite the innovator."

And so it went. Leigh began to fidget, wishing Michael would finish and at the same time berated herself for being so inconsiderate. After another twenty minutes Michael ended the call with kisses and love. Leigh made herself a drink and sat on the sofa, nervously waiting for David to call.

He didn't. And she busied herself cleaning the house, making a salad and having two glasses of wine. She began to cry around nine and chastised herself for being so weak, went to bed.

She was deep in an erotic dream in which she wore black stockings and a garter belt when the ringing of the phone woke her.

Her voice was groggy with sleep and fear. "Hello?" Had something happened to Michael?"

"Get dressed and come here now!" David's voice commanded.

"David?"

"Woke you up did I?"

"Uh, yes."

"Grab a pen and paper and write the address down."

"Okay." And hurriedly she gathered the material and wrote down his directions.

"It shouldn't take more than thirty minutes at this hour," he said.

Leigh glanced at the clock and saw it was two-fifteen a.m. "David..."

"Did you hear me?"

"Yes, I heard..."

"Get dressed and get your ass over here. Move it!"

Leigh was startled at his tone and the fact that he'd hung up on her. Did he really think she was going to get dressed and venture out at this hour? A panic seized her. He certainly did think she'd come to him.

'Well, ' she thought, 'he can go straight to hell if he thinks I'm coming to him.' Then she laughed at herself for she discovered that she was slipping into her new cocktail dress, pulling on black thigh-high's and a skimpy garter-belt even while denying him to herself.

'What's wrong with me?' She thought, perplexed by his actions and confused by her own. She moved faster and was out the door and driving toward David's before she thought about it again.

David opened the door before she could ring the bell. Leigh managed to present him with a demur smile that belied her true excitement. "You live very well," she managed before he pulled her to him and kicked the door shut. His hands pawed her rear as he whispered, "You've a very nice, soft ass." Leigh sought his mouth with hers and a passionate kiss ensued, leaving her breathless. It took her a moment before she realized she was grinding her crotch against his thigh.

"Didn't want to come out in the middle of the night, eh?" He taunted.

"Well..."

"Look at you!" He said, thrusting her out at arm's length. "Your tits are trying to burst through your blouse. Did you forget the bra? Or, more likely, you thought going braless would make you more seductive."

"How dare you..."

"Shut up! I'll do the talking. When you have something to say, say 'Master, may I? "

"I never..."

He slapped her across the face. Leigh realized he hadn't hit her hard, but his hand imprint on her cheek burned like a branding iron might.

"Yes... Master," she managed.

"Good," David smiled and he pulled her to him again. Once again he was warm and charming.

"I find you very attractive and an extremely sexy woman Leigh," he sighed almost to himself, but Leigh picked up on it and felt somewhat guilty, although she couldn't fathom the reason.

David continued, "You will obey me. Nothing else matters to us, but right now, right here."

Leigh's eyes locked on his. She said nothing, but willed herself to submit to him.

"Remove your clothing and place it on the chair under the mirror, then follow me into the next room." This said, David walked out of the room, leaving Leigh to follow his instructions. She took her time carefully folding each item, placing them all on the chair, and slowly followed him.

She was surprised to find him standing on the farthest side of the room in the shadowed area not reached by the one lamp lighted.

"Turn around, let me look at you," David murmured softly. Leigh obeyed without a word and felt herself growing warm under his gaze. David stood still taking in the sight of her firm breasts rising and falling. His lips curled upward in a satisfied grin as her nipples grew erect with the cool air blowing upon them. He noted the flat stomach and long supple legs and gave her points for proper diet and working out in order to remain fit. Then he fixed his eyes on her pubis, neatly trimmed into a decorative triangle that still managed to expose the smooth, moist lips of her labia.

Leigh began to sway, somewhat dizzy from standing in place and feeling his intense gaze upon her. Obstinate in her own way, she refused to speak, thinking she could wait him out. David wasn't into playing mind games of that nature. He had an entirely different set of rules and another game entirely.

Slowly and deliberately he approached her. Leigh's breathing grew faster when he stood beside her and she trembled when he touched her, using his well manicured fingernails to scratch ever so lightly the length of her body. She gasped and sucked in her breath when David kissed her forehead and at the same time dragged his fingernails across her stomach and down to her trimmed bush. He kissed the tip of her nose and moved those same fingers through the valley of her breasts, leaving a light pink trail.

"Oooooh... Master!" She felt giddy at having remembered the required term.

"I can see you're getting excited," he whispered in her ear before biting her earlobe and sending an exquisite thrill through her body.

She shuddered as those same insidious fingernails traced the lips of her sex, gathering droplets of moisture. And when he brought those fingers to her nose her knees buckled. She would have crumpled to the floor had David not held her up.

"What's the matter, can't take the smell of your own excitement?"

"I... I... "

David laughed and dipped his head to her breast, absorbing her stiffened strawberry shaped nipple.

Leigh moaned and her body sagged against him as he sucked fiercely upon it. Finally, he released the swollen bud and helped her to a straight-backed chair.

David had no intention of taking her too far the first time. He wanted her to become used to the idea of being submissive. He left for a few moments, leaving her to wonder what was in store for her.

Leigh's mind was racing. 'Had she made a drastic mistake in coming to him at his bidding? Perhaps, perhaps not. Time would tell.' She pondered her feelings of the moment. Thus far he had not mistreated her, in fact she was highly aroused. 'Wasn't that why I got into whole thing?' She asked herself. 'To experience new things because life had become boring?'

Her thoughts were interrupted by his return.

She saw he held something in his hand. It looked ominous to her. She chided herself, 'Fool, he's going to inflict some painful devices on you. You asked for it. Now here it is. Don't be an ass and try to deny it. You got yourself into this, he won't hurt you much.' Having castigated herself Leigh felt slightly better and decided to show him she wasn't frightened.

"Umm, master?"

"Yes?"

"What do you have in your hand?"

"You're very impertinent, slave. But as I was going to give you a demonstration anyway I might as well tell you." Opening his hand he revealed a pair of clamps in front of her face.

A bewildered look crossed her face.

"They are for your nipples, my dear."

To Leigh, they took on a more vicious look.

"My nipples?" A look of shock registered on her face as she realized that she was about to experience them on her body. David let her contemplate the situation for a moment, then attached them to each nipple.

As he tightened each one, her breath audibly registered the new sensations.

"Get up!"

She sprang to her feet, still trying to adjust to the uncomfortable, but not to painful pressure on both nipples.

"Grab the bedpost and lean over so I can see your ass."

Biting her lip, she complied. Without waiting for her next question, he began spanking her. Slowly at first, he spread the slaps around her firm buttocks.

She managed to remain silent, merely grunting every so often. But with time, the slaps came more rapidly. Now each swat produced a moan, or an attempt to deflect it. Time seemed to have stopped for Leigh. David had switched from using his hand to a paddle as he spanked her bright red rear.

The, just a suddenly as it had begun, it was over. Once again, David left the room to permit her to compose herself.

'What in god's name is in store for me now?' she thought as she gently rubbed her hands over her reddened rump. 'That was worse than the one the other night.' But her thoughts changed from speculation to apprehension as he return with a black cloth in his left hand.

"You're going to be blindfolded for a while, Leigh." And he proceeded to cover her eyes and tied a knot in the cloth. She couldn't see a thing. Taking her hand he led her around to the side of the bed.

She felt the mattress pressing against her hip.

"Lie down on the bed, slave," he said in a monotone, providing no indication of what was to come.

For the first time, Leigh felt a twinge of fear, but she did ask he asked and lay on her back, waiting for what came next.

As she lay there waiting, she took stock of what had happened to her thus far and her arousal grew. She sensed herself growing wet with excitement. Had to restrain herself from reaching for her pussy and touching it to bring relief from her desires. She heard a match being struck and smelled the sulfur odor. 'Was he going to burn her?' Leigh nearly panicked at the thought.

'My god, ' she thought, 'he's going to put his brand on me!'

"STAY STILL!" David commanded. And she froze, save for the trembling that she could not overcome.

Leigh formed the impression he was leaning over her even before to began to remove the nipple clamps. 'Jesus!' She thought, 'I'd forgotten all about them.'

At that precise moment David revealed his next surprise. A drop of wax from a candle fell four inches, landing on her left nipple.

Leigh screamed.

When the expected pain did not come, she started to relax her rigid form only to repeat the action as the second drop of heated wax splattered on her other nipple.

"Oh, god, I thought..."

"Who gave you permission to speak?"

"Uh..."

The slap of his hand on her breast was sharp and surprisingly painful, as it was unexpected. She began to cry, uncontrollably. He paid no heed to her lamentations and continued to drip molten wax on her nipples. Eventually, Leigh stopped crying. What he did next brought her to the edge of a mighty orgasm.

Unbeknownst to Leigh, he had taken some shaved ice from a bowl and allowed it to melt in the heat of his mouth and then let the cold drops soothe and harden the encasing buildup of wax. Leigh imagined it forming a mound over her areola and indeed it had. Suddenly she felt his mouth upon her!

David deftly removed the molds of wax from each breast and put them aside. He would keep them as a souvenir of their time together. Leigh realized her nipples were numb. She failed to realize this was a combination of both the clamps and the hot wax application.

"There is one more thing before I remove the blindfold. By the way, did you enjoy the waxing?"

"Actually, yes, I did. Although you frightened me in the process."

His finger rubbed her arm, feeling the goose-bumps confirming her nervousness. "Did you come?"