Chapter 6
Under His Watchful Eye.
I opened my eyes. Where was I?
My mind was heavy and disoriented from the deep sleep. A few seconds passed before I realised I was in bed and cuddled up with Master Allan. He was sound asleep, snoring softly behind me. His warm thighs pressed against the backs of my legs, and his flaccid cock pressed against the bottom of my buttocks. His left arm was heavy, resting over my side, his hand holding my left forearm. I could feel the warmth of his breath as it caressed the back of my neck.
My mind flashed back to the session we’d just had. The lingering heat on my arse cheeks reminded me of the paddling. The heavy scent of sex and perspiration hung in the air. The dull ache in my abdominal and pelvic muscles was a testament to the intensity. It had been very intense. I’m not sure whether I passed out or what happened at the end. The last thing I remember was being briefly brought back to Earth as he ejaculated inside me. I could still feel the marks left by the wrist and ankle cuffs where I’d been supporting my weight.
The bedside clock was on the other side of the bed, out of my view. I suddenly thought, "Oh shit, poor Max. He was home alone, probably wanting his dinner and wondering if I was coming back. I saw it was still light outside, but I knew it was probably late.
Master Allan woke the moment I rolled towards him. “Hey, Laura, you’re awake,” he said gruffly.
“Master, I haven't been awake for long. Sir, I need to go home soon. It’s been a busy day, and Max will probably be excited to see me,” I said, softly kissing him on the lips.
Yes, you’re right. Today has been a busy day. Your fur baby might be wondering where you are. I’ll take you home and quickly set up the cameras. Afterwards, I’ll give you another list of instructions before I leave again. How does that sound?” he asked.
“Great! Sounds good. But what about clothes?” I asked, recalling that he had washed the black dress I wore back from the beach.
“Good point. I’ll go and get that black dress. It should be dry,” he said, climbing out of bed.
He came back carrying the dress and a shopping bag. As I put on the dress, he packed the new chastity belt, leather pants with the attached black dildo, and the lush new vibrator into the bag. On the way home, I sat with my right hand stroking his left thigh. He was wearing thin board shorts and a singlet. After today's session, I felt a deep connection with him. For some reason, I was being drawn to him more quickly than I had realised.
As soon as I opened the front door, Max greeted me with so much excitement that he nearly leapt into my arms. He's a large German Shepherd—not a dog I could lift if he jumped into my arms.
Soon, Master and I were upstairs in my bedroom, installing these cameras. He placed one high on the wall at the head of the bed, pointing downward, while a second was positioned lower at the foot of the bed, pointing directly at the bed. In the adjoining ensuite bathroom, where I usually shower, he installed one camera inside the shower cubicle to watch me shower, and another aimed at the area where I dry off and dress.
For some reason, I should’ve been shocked by this. But, to my surprise, I not only became curious, but I found myself feeling aroused. It was incredibly voyeuristic. I had been in situations like this before; maybe that was the reason I wasn’t perturbed at all.
After mounting the base station, he switched on the system and cameras and showed me on his phone, “What do you think, Laura? Look at these pictures. Now, I can tell from afar whether you're following my instructions. I can watch you sleep, masturbate, shower and get dressed.”
“Master? What instructions?” I asked softly.
“I hadn’t quite got to that subject as yet,” he said.
“Okay then, hit me with them,” I said with a soft sigh.
“Alright then. Rule number one. Whenever you leave the house, you must be wearing either the chastity belt with the vaginal insert or the leather pants with the dildo inserted. The only exception is when I want the Lush-4 vibrator inserted instead. I will SMS you the instructions on the day. Just bear in mind that the leather pants will be worn for more formal occasions.”
“Rule number two. At home, you can wear the belt or pants however and whenever you want. I am giving you a key that must stay inside the house so you can remove the chastity belt as needed. I want you to SMS me what you are wearing.”
Rule number three: Set up the bed for self-bondage immediately. When I request it, I want to see you naked, with wrist and ankle cuffs secured and attached to the four corners of the bed. I will tell you when and why.
“Rule number four. I want to see you masturbate first thing in the morning when you wake up. I want to see you masturbate at night before you go to sleep. Each time, I want you to make yourself cum at least twice. You can use whatever means you have at your disposal to achieve these objectives.”
“Rule number five. You will masturbate whenever I tell you to, and you will fuck anyone I send to you. Are all these rules clear?” he asked sternly.
I thought them through, then, after a pause, I replied, “Yes, Master Allan, they are.”
“The main reason for all these rules and cameras is that, because of the house project, I won’t be around much next week. I want you aroused all day and night, constantly on the edge. If I know you, like I think I do, I bet you’ll do more than what I ask. I bet you’ll become addicted to all of this. You won’t know who’s watching you through these cameras; it could be anyone. You’ll be begging me for someone to visit and fuck you before the end of the week,” he explained.
“Yes, Master,” I said, kneeling before him as he grew louder and more demanding.
“I think I need to be stricter with you. I think I made it too easy for you today. Do not break these rules, or you’ll be punished!” he said loudly.
“Yes, Master,” I hastily replied, thinking I hadn’t yet seen his stricter side.
“STRIP!” he demanded.
I quickly nodded, then hastily pulled the dress up over my head and threw it into the centre of my bed. I went straight back down to the kneeling position. The shopping bag containing the chastity belt and leather knickers with a detachable dildo was sitting on the bed.
He moved closer and stood directly in front of my face and loudly commanded, “Suck my cock, slave girl! Make me hard, NOW!”
Without hesitation, I reached forward and tried to pull down his board shorts. I fumbled clumsily with the knot of the string ties. I suddenly felt nervous as his voice changed, becoming stricter, harsher. Maybe I was going to see a different side of him. “Can’t you undo a simple fucking knot!” he bellowed.
“Yes, I can,” I squeaked.
He grabbed the collar at the back of my neck and tightened it, causing the silicone strap to pull firmly against my throat, a surge of adrenaline hitting me. A wave of fear washed over me as he held the power to control whether I choked or not. “Don’t ever forget to call me Master again!” he shouted.
I desperately grabbed the collar at my throat with both hands to prevent being choked. “Yes, Master,” I replied.
Seeing the look of desperation in my eyes and realising he may have overstepped the mark, he released the collar.
“Kneel on the fucking bed!” he yelled.
“Yes, Master,” I blurted out, climbing onto the bed to present myself. I knelt with my arse and vagina high, my breasts, face and arms almost touching the bed, and made sure to spread my knees wide.
Without a word, he held me by my hips and moved me back a little closer to the edge of the bed.
“Lubricant!” he demanded.
“Top drawer, left-hand bedside cabinet,” I hastily blurted out.
He took the bottle of lubricant I usually keep in the drawer, grabbed the detachable dildo from the shopping bag, and applied a generous amount of lube. After everything that happened today, I wasn’t feeling aroused. It had been a tiring day. My whole body was sore, and it hadn’t had time to recover. I felt drained both physically and mentally, my thoughts racing with emotion.
He moved behind me and pushed the dildo into my vagina right to the hilt. I gasped as the cold thing slid deep inside me, only to be held in position by the soft, square silicone pad on the base.
I heard more lubricant being squirted from the bottle behind me. Before I had a chance to contemplate what was going to happen next, he pushed his lubed-up cock against my sphincter. At first, my sensitive bud resisted, but after a bit of jiggling, it finally stretched open, sucking his cock inside me and making me gasp loudly.
The moment his cock penetrated my arse, he paused briefly, giving me a chance to relax a little. Then he slowly began pushing his cock deeper into me. FUCK! I thought I was being filled, with every hole except my mouth full of something. Both the girth of the dildo in my vagina and his cock in my arse filled me. All I needed now was a third in my mouth to make it a perfect trifecta.
My arse was still sore from this morning's fucking, and I couldn’t help feeling tense. My body was resisting. “Laura! Relax and take it. Don’t you even dare think about cumming!”
“No, Master, I promise you I won’t,” I said with tears slipping from my eyes. I was nowhere near cumming, it all felt a little uncomfortable. I wasn’t even fucking aroused.
He reached under my body, placing his hand between my legs, and began rubbing my clitoris hard. He held me tightly as he fucked me anally. Each time he thrust in, it hurt. I wanted to cry out loud. His hard rubbing was hurting my clitoris, making my body buck as it fought back against it all. He smacked my sore arse cheek and said sternly, “I hope this will remind you who your master is!”
“Yes, Master, it will,” I replied, my voice shaky and quite emotional.
Anal sex is one of my hard limits and is usually only ever used against me as a form of punishment. On the beach earlier today was totally different; it felt sexy and arousing. But right now, it was painful; he was using it to punish me, or maybe it was his way of reminding me he was my Master, the person in charge.
It was at this point that I began to cry. The emotions and physical pain overwhelmed me. I knew that once the tears started, I wouldn’t be able to stop them. It wasn’t arousing in any way. Right now, I was nothing more than his receptacle for pain and punishment. An object for him to exert his control and authority, a thing to vent his anger, at the very least, his own personal cum dispenser. I didn’t need a safe word; I knew I could ride this out. He was fulfilling his desires. I could give him all the desires he wanted, or he could take them anyway. He chose the latter.
He finally ejaculated, filling my arse with several squirts of his cum. The moment he withdrew his cock, I fell onto the bed and curled up, sobbing, wondering what the hell had just happened. I asked myself why. What, all this for a momentary slip and forgetting to call him Master? Did he know or sense that we were falling emotionally for each other? Maybe this was his way to reset the boundaries?
I lay curled up in the centre of the bed, sore and exhausted, the dildo still buried inside me, recovering, not so much physically as emotionally. I suddenly thought of the cameras. Was someone watching this? If so, who?
I heard him close the front door and reverse his car out of the driveway, leaving me without as much as a kiss or a single word of goodbye. The emotions came flooding back, but this time with much ferocity. I immediately burst into tears, sobbed uncontrollably, for reasons I didn’t understand.
After showering, I fed Max and opened a bottle of wine with dinner. Red tonight, like every night. I sipped the wine and thought about the day's events. I eventually concluded that today was a test, a test that lasted the entire day. It was a test that ascertained trust and tested boundaries. Did it test boundaries? Most certainly.
Most people would’ve walked away from this, not me. Submission flowed through my body; it was in my nature. Simply walking away from it would mean giving up. What years of martial arts had taught me was never to give up, never to quit. I was determined to get through it.
After dinner, I searched through our bondage kit in the bedroom and retrieved four adjustable straps along with Velcro wrist and ankle cuffs. It had been some time since I last practised self-bondage, but I knew it was a skill I would never forget. I felt much better now, emotionally, with two glasses of wine making everything so much clearer in my mind.
Following Master’s instructions would show him I wasn’t one for giving up. I knew he’d be watching through the cameras, assessing me, ticking items off his list like a schoolteacher. I wasn’t going to be defeated. I think he would be surprised at my resilience and determination.
For self-bondage, I use these adjustable straps, which have a locking mechanism and a 60-centimetre length of webbing that can be secured to a bedhead or a bed leg. Then a two-metre length of narrow webbing with a clip at one end that attaches to a cuff is threaded through the locking mechanism. When the narrow webbing, or strap tail, is pulled, the strap shortens, and the locking mechanism secures the webbing in a new position.
I attached each adjustable strap to a corner of the bed, ensuring the locking mechanism was positioned about 30 centimetres from each corner. When using these straps, I know that if I can safely reach the locking mechanism, I can gradually extend the strap until I can unlock the cuffs. This process may be slow, with the strap loosened incrementally by about one centimetre at a time.
I took a pair of wrist and ankle cuffs from our bondage kit. I clipped the two smaller Velcro wrist cuffs to the straps at the top corners of the bed and the larger ankle cuffs to the straps at the bottom corners. I extended all four straps as far as possible and left the cuffs hanging open, resting on top of the bed. It was a queen-sized bed. I removed one pillow and moved the remaining pillow towards the centre of the mattress.
I wanted them visible to the cameras at the top and bottom of the bed. I made sure Master Allan could see this. I remained naked the entire time I prepared the bed as per his instructions, making sure he got to see several flirtatious poses. I wanted to please him, and I wanted him to be horny and not angry.
When it was bedtime, I lay in the centre of the bed with my legs wide apart. The camera at the bottom of the bed pointed directly between my legs, while the one above gave an overhead view of the entire mattress. My vaginal and abdominal muscles were tense and sore from the orgasms I’d experienced throughout the day. I needed at least two more to follow Master Allan’s instructions. I understood there would be no excuses; submission leaves no room for that.
Whenever I enter the bedroom or the nearby bathroom, the camera detects my presence and begins recording while sending a notification to Master Allan’s mobile phone. He can then choose to watch the live feed or replay the saved recording at any time. This setup enables remote domination, forcing me to follow his commands every time I enter the room.
With eyes closed and legs spread wide, I delicately stroked my thighs, first along the tops and then slowly up my inner thighs, each time my hands creeping closer to my vulva. I thought about what I’d experienced earlier today, how my body had been used by hard cocks repeatedly. The more I thought about it, the more aroused I became.
I used both index fingers and gently traced the shape of my vulva. Slowly, they worked their way towards my labia. Using both my thumbs, I spread and held my vulva wide open for the camera’s benefit and for whoever was watching. I then used my index fingers to slide through the folds of the labia and around my exposed and swollen clitoris.
I used my fingers to explore every nook and cranny, every fleshy curve. As the arousal increased, my breathing quickened, and my hips responded to the pleasure by tilting and thrusting slightly. My nipples were erect and rock hard.
I applied lubricant to my index finger and gently spread it over my vulva, making sure to cover both the inner and outer labia evenly. Using my left hand to hold open my vulva allowed my other hand unrestricted access to any area I chose to touch.
With my eyes shut, it felt as if someone else were in the room, touching and arousing me. The finger circled my swollen clitoris several times before sliding up and down the slit. The moment it plunged into the entrance of my vagina, I gasped loudly. In my mind, it wasn’t me doing this; it was someone else, someone I knew or perhaps a stranger. This finger that was fucking my vagina had me on the edge. The moment I was close to orgasm, it changed direction and tempo. It was controlling my arousal, controlling my feelings.
Almost robotically, I retrieved the four-inch purple silicone vibrator from the bedside drawer. It was covered with raised bumps to enhance pleasure, but its girth wasn’t enough to stretch my sore vaginal muscles. I turned it on to the highest setting, and the buzzing noise immediately filled the silent bedroom. With my vulva held open by my imaginary friend, I arched my back and moaned loudly the moment the vibrator touched my clitoris.
Suddenly, I was no longer being edged but forced to orgasm. It had taken overwhelming control of my body as the orgasm flooded every part of my body. It was intense as the vibrator pressed firmly against my clitoris; my body bucked and writhed against the forced pleasure.
When this orgasm finally passed, the next one began building quickly. Without any further hesitation, the vibrator found a path and slid deeply into my vagina. It started fucking me hard, showing no signs of sympathy for my sore muscles. Each time it slammed into me, the hand holding it also slammed hard against my clitoris. Its vibrations were strong and intense, reverberating to the core of my body; its lump-covered shaft rubbed against the vaginal walls with ferocity. It was making me moan loudly, but only enough to drown out the squelching sounds of my saturated vagina.
The second orgasm was more intense than the first. It snapped my mind back to the task, back to reality. I removed the vibrator and lay on the bed, my body motionless apart from my breathless panting.
Before switching off the light and falling straight to sleep, I blew a kiss towards the camera and said, “Goodnight, Master, thank you.”
