"Have more," he said, handing me yet another shot of Anisovaya. I drank that down as well. I could only imagine what he had planned that required me being drunk.
"You're getting me drunk, Master?"
"Shh," he said. "A good submissive just submits, Katherine. She doesn't question."
I nodded without speaking.
He took the shot glass away and then, his hands went under my arms and he lifted me up so that I stood up fully. I could feel the heat radiating off his body as he stood facing me, then his mouth was on mine once more, his tongue searching and finding mine. We kissed for a moment, his arm sliding around me, crushing my body against his while the other was trapped between us, squeezing one of my breasts, his erection hard against my belly. He tweaked my nipple between his finger and thumb, sending a jolt of sensation through my body to my core.
I almost fell into his arms, my legs were like jelly. He maneuvered me into position while he sat on the side of the bed so that I stood between his thighs, all the while kneading and squeezing my breasts while his mouth hungrily claimed each nipple, one after the other. I writhed as he ran his teeth over each one, biting down just hard enough to almost hurt but not quite, then sucking each one softly.
I remembered the video image of him twisting the nipple clamp, but then quickly pushed it out of my mind. I wouldn't let it ruin our scene.
"Are you nice and wet for me, Katherine?" he said, his voice husky with lust.
"Yes, Master," I said, my heart heavy from the image from the video despite what he was doing to me with his fingers, which were slipped between my labia, testing me, two fingers entering me a bit, his thumb pressing against my clit.
He left me standing alone for a moment and then returned. I could feel him stand close to me as if he were observing me. He proceeded to wrap strips of leather around me, under my arms and around my breasts and soon, each breast felt bound, squeezed, my nipples hard points. He mouthed each nipple once he was finished, his hand running over each one. I wanted so much to see what they looked like but said nothing, trying to keep in proper submissive role as I promised.
Next, he wound the strips of leather around my waist and down over my hips and belly, lacing them between my thighs on either side of my labia.
"Lie on the bed with your hands above your head."
I did as he commanded and soon, he had leather cuffs around each wrist and was fastening my cuffed hands to something else. I tugged and realized he'd cuffed me to something – the bed frame, perhaps. I tried to imagine it in my mind – maybe the bed rail.
"Spread your legs, wide, and rest them on the edge of the bed."
I opened my legs as wide as I could, my heels digging into the edge, my pussy completely exposed to his view, leather strips surrounding my thighs. Cuffs went around each ankle, and when I tried to move them, I was unable. He'd used a spreader bar. He'd never used one before but I saw several in his cabinet and had wondered if he'd ever use them.
Now, I was completely immobile, bound with leather, my wrists and ankles confined, my eyes covered. My body went into some kind of strange state at that point – I drifted as if on a cloud, everything focused in on the sensations I was experiencing, all of it focused on my groin and breasts.
I gasped when his warm mouth covered me and then I groaned and arched my back when his tongue pressed against my clit and began to swirl. A stab of desire went through me, making me feel as if I could come in only a moment, I was so ready.
"Oh, God, Master…"
"You're so wet and so ready, Katherine. But you're going to have to wait."
He pulled off me and I lay there, exposed completely, my body vibrating with need.
I heard some sounds and then felt a cool wetness on my perineum and onto my anus. I tensed, inhaling loudly – was he going to try that?
"Relax, Katherine," he said. "Do you trust me?"
I said nothing for a moment, not knowing whether I wanted this.
"I said, do you trust me, Katherine?"
"Yes." I could barely say it. I didn't want that. It both aroused and repulsed me. A silence passed and I waited, frowning, unsure of what he was going to do. Not entirely happy, despite how my body responded and despite the warmth that spread through my body from the liquor. "But I'm afraid—"
"Shh," he said and then he lay on top of me, his body between my spread thighs, his erection jutting against my belly. He kissed me, warmly, deeply, his hand cupping my cheek. "You only need four words. Yes, Master, yellow and red. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"Do you believe that I love you?"
"Yes, Master," I said immediately, for I did believe it.
"Do you trust me to know how far and how fast to go?"