You were warned Master whispered into mouse's ear during the party we attended.
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Before we left the house as mouse dressed for the evening he came up behind mouse and touched her face gently, saying that she would be sure to keep to all her expectations and not cause any embarrassment.
"Sir, why do we have to go?" mouse whined a little, "It's not like you still work with many of these people."
"Never burn a bridge mouse." he said while giving mouse a firm slap on her bottom. This is the first of several parties all in row that Master calls obligations.
The party we were attending was not going to be fun, but mouse promised. The party discussion would likely turn to political matters and that's why Master didn't want mouse spouting off. It's hard being one of those "liberal" people when you're surrounded by the more conservative types. It started off ok, and several comments had mouse biting her tongue but she was maintaining herself nicely, until someone she thought she knew pretty well said something...and mouse asked for clarification to their point of view...
Secretly mouse blamed Master for bringing her into place where he knew fully well that she couldn't keep her mouth shut.
Before mouse could embarrass Master (or bring thorough shame to herself) further, he intervened and led mouse away. Outside away from earshot, he gave mouse a short brief lecture on not having an opinion. It sounds harsh but even if he doesn't work with them, he might still be 'working' with them.
The rest of the evening mouse treated it like a huge thought experiment -- people she thought she knew even a little bit seemed completely different now and she wondered almost self-consciously if she seemed different to them too? Trying to channel her inner Michelle Obama (when they go low, we go high) or maybe her inner Scarlett O'Hara (fiddly dee), her inner Audrey Hepburn (A disquieting loneliness came into my life, but it induced no hunger for friends of longer acquaintance: they seemed now like a salt-free, sugarless diet. Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany's). Yes, mouse told herself, go with Audrey.
As the evening wore on through a terrible dinner and useless conversations about political matters mouse turned her attentions to Master, who seemed to slip effortlessly into a conversation about something with a man he didn't like and mouse wished she could be like that. Still she made small talk on appropriate topics and found out about a deal on a new wreath for the front door. Anytime anything even remotely political came up mouse made an excuse and left the conversation, by the end of the evening mouse got better at the pivot.
When it was time to leave mouse was relieved. Master's hand was on her elbow and he was walking fast toward the car, with mouse scrambling to keep up with him. Once inside the car he ranted about how foolish mouse had been earlier, and mouse nodded her head and apologized again for it. Then he asked for specifics about the conversation and mouse told him they were anti gay marriage and probably against everything.
"Foolish." Master muttered under his breath. He said he shouldn't have left mouse alone with anyone but mouse admitted that she was aware of how she should behave but didn't expect those words from someone she thought she knew.
"We used to brunch together." mouse explained. That was just a subject that never came up.
Making his way through the city and toward home he was silent, while mouse was nervously chewing her lip. He pulled off onto a quiet street, somewhat isolated. and got out of the car went around and opened the door. His belt was off and he bent mouse over the hood and deposited several smacks to her bottom. Then he opened her door, and had her sit, he walked back around tossed his belt into the car and got in with a bit of a huff. Silently he started to drive again.
Again, mouse was ready to apologize and he hushed her. By the time we did get home, he seemed less tense.
Inside the garage he told mouse to go upstairs and undress and wait for him. Nope, still annoyed. Silently mouse did as he told and heard him go into his study. Upstairs mouse took off her jewelry, washed her face, brushed her teeth and removed her dress. The corset she was wearing felt unbelievably tight and constricting but resisted the urge to remove it. Instead took off the garter belt. Unsure where to wait, mouse went to the area before the bed and lowering herself to the floor, with her arms outstretched and head resting the position was actually relaxing for her back. The rings on her nipples brushed against the pile of the carpet in an almost erotic way.
"This is punishment." mouse kept reminding herself. Still the sensations swirled and aroused her.
Outside the room mouse could hear the sound of Master coming up the stairs and heard the door creak, he disappeared for a few moments. His fingertips touched mouse's backside, running up her spine and making her shiver. He whispered that the position she was in pleased him greatly. Against her rear she felt something press against it something cool being applied then felt something else press against it. He was inserting the large plug. He sat on the chaise lounge and told mouse to come to him. Yes, she crawled. Then he removed the corset, lifted it over her head and tossed it aside. He was nude and mouse could see his growing erection. He motioned for mouse to position herself over the higher end of the lounge, and clipped some weights to her nipple rings. The tugging hurt and mouse whimpered (each time he does this it terrifies her that the nipple rings will be pulled out).
He entered her from behind which was also incredibly painful, because of the fullness she already had from the giant plug. As she whimpered, he pummeled her cunt with his cock and told her to rub her clit. That caused her nipples to be pressed against the lounge adding to the pain as they rubbed with the weights. He took his time bringing himself slowly to orgasm as mouse edged painfully close to her own (why does her body love this?).
"Do not even consider orgasm slut."
At that point mouse bit her lip so hard she drew blood. Tears streamed down her cheeks and still felt this was the most erotic thing we'd done in forever. Pity it was punishment. Still rubbing her clit mouse could tell how wet she was despite or because of the pain, and cried out when he pulled himself out and came onto her back. He used his fingers to scoop up his mess and had mouse lick it out of his hand. Then he removed the added weights, much to mouse's relief and had her continue rubbing her clit. He sat on the bed and watched mouse.
"Faster slave," he said, "rub it harder."
"Oh god" mouse moaned as she got very close
"Do you want to cum?"
"Oh yesssss Sir."
"Stop."
Trembling and now crying again mouse did as she was told. He did have mouse wash his cock with her mouth and then just like nothing had happened he climbed into bed and told mouse to get in. Beside him she tried to sleep, but the frustration she felt, didn't allow it.
Yet Sunday morning, mouse felt more settled and happy despite everything. And she'll have to a chance to make Master proud in a few days when we go to yet another dinner.
The rest of the evening mouse treated it like a huge thought experiment -- people she thought she knew even a little bit seemed completely different now and she wondered almost self-consciously if she seemed different to them too? Trying to channel her inner Michelle Obama (when they go low, we go high) or maybe her inner Scarlett O'Hara (fiddly dee), her inner Audrey Hepburn (A disquieting loneliness came into my life, but it induced no hunger for friends of longer acquaintance: they seemed now like a salt-free, sugarless diet. Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany's). Yes, mouse told herself, go with Audrey.
As the evening wore on through a terrible dinner and useless conversations about political matters mouse turned her attentions to Master, who seemed to slip effortlessly into a conversation about something with a man he didn't like and mouse wished she could be like that. Still she made small talk on appropriate topics and found out about a deal on a new wreath for the front door. Anytime anything even remotely political came up mouse made an excuse and left the conversation, by the end of the evening mouse got better at the pivot.
When it was time to leave mouse was relieved. Master's hand was on her elbow and he was walking fast toward the car, with mouse scrambling to keep up with him. Once inside the car he ranted about how foolish mouse had been earlier, and mouse nodded her head and apologized again for it. Then he asked for specifics about the conversation and mouse told him they were anti gay marriage and probably against everything.
"Foolish." Master muttered under his breath. He said he shouldn't have left mouse alone with anyone but mouse admitted that she was aware of how she should behave but didn't expect those words from someone she thought she knew.
"We used to brunch together." mouse explained. That was just a subject that never came up.
Making his way through the city and toward home he was silent, while mouse was nervously chewing her lip. He pulled off onto a quiet street, somewhat isolated. and got out of the car went around and opened the door. His belt was off and he bent mouse over the hood and deposited several smacks to her bottom. Then he opened her door, and had her sit, he walked back around tossed his belt into the car and got in with a bit of a huff. Silently he started to drive again.
Again, mouse was ready to apologize and he hushed her. By the time we did get home, he seemed less tense.
Inside the garage he told mouse to go upstairs and undress and wait for him. Nope, still annoyed. Silently mouse did as he told and heard him go into his study. Upstairs mouse took off her jewelry, washed her face, brushed her teeth and removed her dress. The corset she was wearing felt unbelievably tight and constricting but resisted the urge to remove it. Instead took off the garter belt. Unsure where to wait, mouse went to the area before the bed and lowering herself to the floor, with her arms outstretched and head resting the position was actually relaxing for her back. The rings on her nipples brushed against the pile of the carpet in an almost erotic way.
"This is punishment." mouse kept reminding herself. Still the sensations swirled and aroused her.
Outside the room mouse could hear the sound of Master coming up the stairs and heard the door creak, he disappeared for a few moments. His fingertips touched mouse's backside, running up her spine and making her shiver. He whispered that the position she was in pleased him greatly. Against her rear she felt something press against it something cool being applied then felt something else press against it. He was inserting the large plug. He sat on the chaise lounge and told mouse to come to him. Yes, she crawled. Then he removed the corset, lifted it over her head and tossed it aside. He was nude and mouse could see his growing erection. He motioned for mouse to position herself over the higher end of the lounge, and clipped some weights to her nipple rings. The tugging hurt and mouse whimpered (each time he does this it terrifies her that the nipple rings will be pulled out).
He entered her from behind which was also incredibly painful, because of the fullness she already had from the giant plug. As she whimpered, he pummeled her cunt with his cock and told her to rub her clit. That caused her nipples to be pressed against the lounge adding to the pain as they rubbed with the weights. He took his time bringing himself slowly to orgasm as mouse edged painfully close to her own (why does her body love this?).
"Do not even consider orgasm slut."
At that point mouse bit her lip so hard she drew blood. Tears streamed down her cheeks and still felt this was the most erotic thing we'd done in forever. Pity it was punishment. Still rubbing her clit mouse could tell how wet she was despite or because of the pain, and cried out when he pulled himself out and came onto her back. He used his fingers to scoop up his mess and had mouse lick it out of his hand. Then he removed the added weights, much to mouse's relief and had her continue rubbing her clit. He sat on the bed and watched mouse.
"Faster slave," he said, "rub it harder."
"Oh god" mouse moaned as she got very close
"Do you want to cum?"
"Oh yesssss Sir."
"Stop."
Trembling and now crying again mouse did as she was told. He did have mouse wash his cock with her mouth and then just like nothing had happened he climbed into bed and told mouse to get in. Beside him she tried to sleep, but the frustration she felt, didn't allow it.
Yet Sunday morning, mouse felt more settled and happy despite everything. And she'll have to a chance to make Master proud in a few days when we go to yet another dinner.
Nothing is impossible, the word itself says ‘I’m possible’! Audrey Hepburn
Maybe at the next party, just remember the after party activities and maybe it will be easier....Love that quote at the end. hugs abby
ReplyDeleteIt's a great quote, isn't it? The next parties were much easier and it still becomes easier each time.
DeleteHugs,
mouse