A slave.

"So you want to learn touch?"

It was said in a way that no answer was expected. A question thrown out not to be completed...at least by me. I felt a shiver just start to snake its way across my spine. He motioned me to stand, which I did, quickly. The soft cross of arms were low in a twisted little fingers hooking together across my stomach, as I held still feeling the bit of slave rag I had been wearing that day removed from my hips. I was nude. Before a man who was not my Master. Why did this feel so....taboo? I think my thoughts showed as I uncurled the fingers not touched out into a mock fan lowered to try to keep my modesty from eyes. This time He didn't laugh, His grin was, mischievous. He seemed to be....sizing me up. My skin started to pimple up in texture feeling cold, bare and exposed.

His fingers were warm, against my chin being drawn up under the feel of pressure. I felt my body resist only slightly though honestly I wanted to obey. I could feel the heated breaths He was exhaling against my lips, making me breath in the essence of Him. It was hot, moist and yet, cool when I let my lips part slightly to suckle in the breaths to taste them. Like frost on a day where the humidity was causing skin to sweat freely. I was lost in His eyes. They were seeking, not just looking at me. I felt an electrical prickle at the way His eyes were twisting into my mind. It made the words He spoke echo, like a banging of drums swallowed down my throat as the vibration pushed down to my heart.

"Tell me what touch you crave right now"

The feeling that came forth with that would proceed words. It was a craving, like when one sees something golden and warm, and wants to taste the feel of honey drizzled against the white core of freshly baked bread. You know the flavor by heart and the desire of it wouldn't be sated until you had it. I felt that, just then. I had to have it. A buzzing at my ears almost let my mind form visions of bees around His eyes that I was lost in. Yes, they were like rich wild honey. Running the wet of my tongue against the roof of my mouth as I swallowed as if it was truly there.

"A kiss....Master. Just a kiss"

With that, I felt the softness of darkness overcome me. The scent of His arms and feel of muscles across my cheek with the bind of the cloth behind my head that blinded me. With a touch of fingers across my stomach I was pressed against a post of wood. I could feel the outline of every cut when the bark was removed. Metal that then locked to my wrist, shackles, links, I heard chains. I almost was sick with the comfort my mind seemed to wrap around in chains. Something screamed. It screamed in the back of my head.

STOP!

Wordless cries from somewhere. She begged me to stop. No, I can't. They make me safe. I feel them across my flesh, it was like water droplets touching raw fire, the searing of pleasure at skin. What was He doing? The voice was getting softer, she was hurting, crying. I was trying to hold my breath so He wouldn't hear me almost at a suffered pant. Touching me...was not just fingers. It was sharp edges that made my lips tremble. It was rope, knots pressed against my inner upper arms to keep them far above my head as in the darkness I could only envision me displayed out before eyes. Ankles were burning. Captured, pulled back as thighs spread with just a slight fight of weight now at the arms of my own balance.

Was I bleeding? The voice died deep inside of me. I knew the voice, it was Vivica, but she was gone. Sweat rolled in balls across the plains of my body that He touched. I knew she was gone when I felt a finger touch inside of me. Inside of the place I truly knew she was protecting. The finger toyed against the resistance there. It was like the tip had just been searching it. It was caressed, and tears rolled down my face. I waited for the fable of pain, but it didn't happen, He didn't take the last part of me, that I considered whole. Unbroken. It was brushed, in a daring tease, that kept making me gasp. The pressure was new, it was like fear of unknown. I was afraid to move, but I couldn't stop.

MASTER!

I screamed when I felt teeth clamp to a nipple. I was whimpering Master, Master, Master...over and over again. The stinging feel of flesh pulled to a harden peak was then overcome by a rush of warmth I didn't expect when I felt the roll of tongue stroke inside of His mouth. I didn't even notice He had pulled the finger out of me, when He bit me, but I did quickly notice where it was now when my other nipple was captured. He was toying with places only mint oil had ever teased. It was.....

AmaZinG.

The feel that swelled not only between the folds of my virgin flesh, but it ran from my toes all the way to my fingers and I trembled. The sound of chained links hitting against each other was this erotic mixture to where I couldn't imagine anything better until His mouth found the flesh right under my navel. The touch there....I never knew it to be so sensitive. I felt weight of thicker chains now draped around my shoulders so when I moved the links hit heavy against my breast. His mouth lowered, and I was afraid again. What was He doing? Why.....was He doing this to me?

Master, PLEASE!

By the time the last word hissed from my lips His had captured me. My mind was..soaring, my body rising up on wings of emotions, feelings, ecstasy. I wanted the SKY, I screamed for the SKY, it wouldn't stop, no, didn't want it to STOP! Chains were hurting....hurting so deliciously sweet, I tasted chocolate, with a honey center at my tongue, the smell was one of myself. I smelled my own pleasure, it was rich and thick. Feel of fleshed warmth lapping, then the graze of smooth pearls caused a warmth that made me cry out..

NO! NO NO PLEASE!

When He stopped.

I couldn't breath, my body was still a figure of wet flames, and I was thrusting my hips into air that only caused it to burn hotter. It was in the darkness, agony, did a chuckle break the gasp of my whimpers. One that was fading. He was walking out and each thick press of boots across the wooden wagon floors made my clit throb as if it was slapped.

I fell asleep sometime after that. I don't remember when. I don't even remember being released from the shackles that my wrist felt as if were still bound. I do remember waking up in a pool of chains and shivers. The touch of a slave kissing my lips, as she pulled away the blindfold and smiled to me as if she didn't care that I was shocked and amazed, and still so very confused at what my body was doing, or that it was still aching at this moment. She helped me up and it was a good twenty ehns of her soft touches, rubbing away the patterns the chains left on me from sleeping in the blanket of links before she spoke.

Did He give you everything you wanted?

I shook my head slowly as I was simmering in this need still that flared when she said it. I could feel her kiss still at my lips, her touches painted on my flesh.

He gave me nothing I wanted.

She kissed me again before helping me on my trembling feet.

I know, and wasn't it amazing?

Oh sweet Sky above....it was. My body desired, and I, did...also.