Petal - Chapter 15

The continuing story of Petal and her Master. The first bunch of chapters are under the Nonconsent/Reluctance category.

All fiction, of course.

For my patron, Bach

Enjoy!

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"Wake up, petal. We need to talk."

My eyes flew open. I was curled up in his bed, his arm around my stomach. I rolled over and looked at him. He wasn't smiling, but he didn't look upset either.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, Master," I said, a quiver in my voice.

He sighed and kissed my forehead. "I didn't mean to make you nervous, petal. But we do need to talk."

"Yes, Master."

"Maybe I should have been more clear before we went out yesterday." He pulled back and stared at me. "I assumed you would have known what I expected. And I think you did know. Am I right?"

"Yes, Master."

"What did I expect?"

I took a deep breath. "You expected me to call you Master. Even in the restaurant."

"That's right. I am your Master, no matter where we are. That is always the expectation. I expect your manners to be the same in all settings, including how you speak to me. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good."

"I'm sorry, Master." Tears filled my eyes again and I blinked hard against them.

"I know you are, petal."

A few moments passed in silence. He pushed a stray hair off of my forehead and a small smile peeked out on his face. "Go make me some breakfast. We'll talk more after we eat."

I nodded and got up. I stopped in the bathroom in the hallway, brushing my teeth and dragging the snarls out of my hair. I went into the kitchen, naked as usual, fingering the collar, remembering how it felt when he tried to take it off the night before.

I'd grabbed his arms without even thinking. Taking it off hadn't been an option. Not for me. Even after he pulled me out of the basement, I couldn't imagine having an empty neck again. It felt right on my neck. And I wasn't about to let him take it away from me.

I went to the kitchen and pulled out the frying pan. I started cooking eggs and bacon, careful to not get any hot grease on me. He came into the room but I didn't turn around, just listening to his footsteps and the sound of his chair when he sat down. I knew he was watching me. My cheeks were hot but I kept going, all too aware that his clit was swollen and his pussy was wet.

I put some bread in the toaster. I got the butter from the refrigerator and poured some juice into glasses. I made the coffee, putting creamer in mugs and getting plates ready. Soon the toast was ready and I buttered it, adding the eggs to the plates and putting them on the table. I poured the coffee and soon took my place at the table, happy to see his smile across from me.

"This looks good, petal."

"Thank you, Master."

We started eating, the soft scraping of utensils on plates the only sound in the room. He was dressed but his eyes were on me, making his pussy clench. For whatever reason, all I wanted to do was strip him down and ride him on the table. I mentally shook my head and focused on the moment at hand.

He finished his breakfast and laid his fork on the plate. "We're going out again today, little slave."

"Yes, Master," I said, my heart speeding up.

"I want to get you some books. And a journal. We can order some, of course, but I think the journal in particular is important."

"Yes, Master."

"We'll be going to dinner again. At a different restaurant, but you will behave this time. Understood?"

"Yes, Master. I will."

"Good girl."

"Thank you, Master."

He smiled at me and my chest muscles seemed to relax. Soon enough, I had the kitchen straightened up and I stood next to him, looking down into his eyes. He took my hand and pulled me onto his lap. I curled up into him, my shoulder against his chest and my head under his chin.

"Go out into the living room, petal. Sit on the loveseat. I'll be right out."

"Yes, Master."

I did what he said and waited, my brain running fast. He didn't look angry, so I wasn't expecting a punishment. But then again, I hadn't finished the one from last night. Maybe there was more waiting for me.

He came into the room carrying a small box. My heart thudded hard in my chest. He gave it to me and said, "Open it."

I did and took out a small, purple thing that looked like a rubber rose with a mouth on top. "Have you ever used one of those, petal?"

"No, Master."

"Good. You'll like this. Take the harness out of the box and put it on."

I pulled out what looked like a woven thong with a circle in the front. I put my feet into it and slid it up, standing. He smiled again and tipped my chin up with his hand.

"I'm going to put this toy right on my clit, little slave. I'm going to have some mercy on you and keep it on low speed. Lie down so I can get it in place."

I did what he said and shivered. He took the toy from my hand and held it over me, looping it in the hole of the harness. He lined it up over his clit and pressed it down. Then he tugged lightly on the lips and pulled the hood back, fully exposing it before pressing down again. I tried not to squirm and he stood back up.

"Good girl, petal. Now, you just stay there and don't move. I don't want you dislodging anything."

"Yes, Master. But, Master?"

"Yes, little slave?"

"What if... What if I want to come?"

He laughed. "You know how to ask."

"Yes, Master."

He sat on his chair and picked up the remote. He turned on the television and opened the web browser app. He typed in the terms, "orgasm torture" and a bunch of thumbnails popped up on the screen, all showing girls tied down with their eyes squeezed shut, naked. I swallowed hard.

He picked up his phone and soon I felt a low buzzing on his clit. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, letting my body get used to the sensation. He smiled at me and hit the play button on the remote and a video started playing.

The video showed a woman held down to a table by various straps and ties. A dildo went in and out of her pussy over and over, attached to a pole that was being moved by a machine in flawless rhythm. A vibrator was attached to a pole and strapped directly over her clit. She was moaning and shaking within seconds.

"Do you like the video, girl?"

"Um, I think so, Master."

"Does it make my pussy wet?"

I did a quick mental check and realized that his pussy was indeed wet. "Yes, Master."

"Good. We'll just watch together."

"Yes, Master.

The woman's moans got louder and she was pushing her hips up into the vibrator in time to the dildo. I started to shift and he said, "No, slave. Stay still. No moving."

"Yes, Master, I'm sorry."

"You have paper chains on you now, girl. They will keep you in place. Now, just watch."

I nodded and did as he said. I realized I wanted to move my hips just like the girl in the video. The toy was buzzing along and soon I was all too aware of how swollen his clit was under it. It felt like the toy was sucking it, and I knew his pussy was wetter than ever.

The girl kept coming. She was having orgasm after orgasm, moaning and wailing in pleasure. Her body was covered in sweat and shaking. She began to cry out in little yelps. I watched and the toy was working its magic on me.

"Master, may I come please?"

He laughed. "Absolutely not. Just watch with me."

"Yes, Master."

The video changed and soon I was watching a girl handcuffed and tied onto a machine. She slid down a dildo attached to it and someone pressed her shoulder until she was pressed against it completely, her clit over a ribbed piece of plastic. The hand went away and soon the machine whirred to life.

It was noisier than the last video, but soon enough she was shaking and moaning. "Come, slut," a voice said in the background. She did and soon she was moaning and panting, clearing in the throes of a climax.

I pressed my lips together and kept breathing. He looked at me again and said, "Do you want to come, little slave?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good."

"Master?"

"Yes?"

"Please can I come?"

"Of course not."

The buzzing on his clit continued and it was just low enough to keep me panting but not high enough to set me off. I was able to stay still. Mostly. My abs, however, were flexing and relaxing constantly as I kept my body in place.

I watched the girl on the video. She kept coming, and coming hard. She was drooling and panting and begging to stop. His pussy just kept getting wetter in response.

Begging to stop... I just wanted to come once.

Time passed. Video after video. More and more orgasms for the girls. More and more wet for his pussy. HIs clit throbbed and the sensation felt more intense every second. Whenever I'd used toys in the past, I'd been careful to always line it up on one side of his clit and rest it on the hood.

That was not an option this time. He had placed the toy directly over his exposed clit. The sensation was intense. Bordered on the side of pain. And I realized I liked it.

"Master, please..."

"Watch, girl."

"Oh, but please..."

"Hold, girl."

"Yes, Master."

The other toy he'd used was different. He had changed the seppeds and sensations over and over. And finally, of course, he had let me come. And I had, over and over while strapped to that bench.

This was a different type of torment.

"Master, can you please at least turn it up?"

"Turn it up?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"This is just so hard..."

"Good. Now, watch with me."

He switched to another video. This girl was strapped to the table, ass up, with a vibrator strapped to her clit. A man stood behind her and began spanking her with his open hand. I started to pant lightly. She squeaked and squealed and the man told her to come.

She did, yelling and shaking. He kept spanking her then picked up a paddle. She saw it and a flicker of fear crossed her face. He started using it on her, hitting one cheek then the other. Her skin was turning pink and she was panting with each stroke. She kept coming, the vibrator still doing its job. She came harder and harder as he hit her with the paddle.

"Are you jealous, little slave?"

"Jealous?"

"Those girls are coming and having the time of their lives. You're just watching."

I realized he was right. "Yes, Master, I am."

"Excellent."

"May I please come, Master?"

He just shook his head, his eyes glued to the screen. I realized I was sweating myself. The toy was working his clit hard and my hips had started to move just the slightest bit.

"Please, Master..."

He shook his head again and pointed to the television. I looked back at it, watching a girl who had been tied up with a dildo shoved inside of her while hands used toys on both sides of her clit until she was screaming with the intensity of her orgasm. She was soon begging them to stop.

But they didn't. They just kept making her come. Over and over. She was in tears and her body was shaking hard. Still, no mercy for her.

And the toy kept sucking his clit.

"Master, please, can you at least turn it up? Please?"

No answer. No response at all.

I kept clenching my stomach muscles to keep myself in place. The girl on the screen was moving so hard and pulling away from the toys, but the hands just followed her. Her clit was trapped between them and she couldn't get away.

"Please, Master, please... Please can I come? Can you turn it up? Please?"

Nothing.

Another video came up. A girl was bound and gagged while two men toyed with her tits, one on each side. Then one left and the other flipped her over. He snapped clamps onto her nipples and he put a vibrator into her pussy. Soon she was moaning. And I was jealous.

"Please, Master..."

He spread her pussy lips and held a clamp over her clit. He snapped it into place and she screeched. He tugged on it, pulling her clit up and away from her body. She moaned and visibly climazed again.

"Master, please, please turn it up..."

Nothing.

"Oh, please, Master... Please..."

Nothing.

"Please may I come, Master? Please turn it up, Master... Please..."

"One hour now, slave."

"What?"

"We've been watching videos together for an hour."

"Please, Master, please may I come?"

As if on cue, the toy switched off. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from groaning. He laughed. "Well, it was as advertised, then. Right about an hour."

I took slow, deep breaths and he turned the television off. "How do you feel, petal?"

"I'm okay, Master... Just trying to get my heart to slow down."

He laughed again and got up. He came to the side of the loveseat and took the toy out of the harness. He ran a finger over the opening and held it up for me to see. "Nice and wet. Wonderful."

"Yes, Master."

He held out his hand and I took it. He tugged me gently to my feet and hugged me. "Good girl, you did so well for me."

"Thank you, Master."

"Take off the harness and go get dressed. Put on the yellow dress this time. We'll go find some books for you."

"Yes, Master."

I backed up and slipped the harness down my legs. He took it from me and I went into the bedroom to find the dress in the closet. I was most impressed that I was able to walk in a straight line.