BPOV
The ball.
That’s what Edward called it.
Funny when he said the word it really didn’t sound so bad. Children play with balls all the time, infants roll them back and forth across the room. Umpires call out ‘play ball’ and everyone cheers. Cinderella went to the Ball; she had a magical evening dressed in a fancy gown, flirting with the prince until midnight. That was the bewitching hour that sent her running home in disgrace. It was also my bewitching hour, except I didn’t run, I didn’t even walk, I couldn’t fucking move, I could barely form a thought. My body was numb and limp, over sensitized, overstimulated and something I didn’t think was possible -oversexed.
Standing there looking at the ball it didn’t seem so horrible. It was just a silver inflated exercise ball. It rested on sloped wooden slats that formed an open ‘V’ shape on top of a wooden rectangular base. The wood was stained in glossy dark cherry to match the rest of the décor of the playroom. The base’s two end caps rose slightly higher than the sides and the whole exterior contained evenly spaced eye bolts.
I had no reservation about sitting on the ball; in fact I was all too happy to comply with Edward’s command. My legs were still feeling the effects from the orgasm leaving them weak, I wasn’t going to fall over but it sure felt good to sit down. The restraints Edward placed on my ankles were nothing new, and I gladly held the cane in my outstretched hands while he placed others on my wrist. There was also no surprise when he attached both my feet to the outside frame spreading me open for his use. The only time I was truly nervous was when he took the cane from me so I could curve backwards over the ball. That disappeared once my wrist were secured to the bolts of the top end cap and the cane was returned to my clasping fingers.
The music changed from a relaxing piano to a full orchestra with a slow and steady drum beat and Edward’s eyes darkened. Nothing that made me fear if anything the longer he took in my body spread out in offering, the wetter I became.
Holding my gaze he checked the placement of my wrist then with the lightest of pressure his hands roamed the length of my arms. He stopped to massage the muscles in my neck before reaching my breast where he grasped each nipple, pinching them between his fingers. They were so tender from the removable of the chains that I cried out in anguish while his face remained impassive.
Shifting his eyes to the movement of his hand’s that continued to roam down my body, reaching my sex his fingers drifted lightly over my wet sticky thighs “Not bad Isabella, but let’s see how wet they can get”
Oh..yes..yes…yes
I don’t know if my body shown the eagerness or not, something must have alerted him because he asked “Would my cum slut enjoy that?’
That was a stupid question
“Yes Master”
After the orgasm I just had how the hell could I sound so damn needy?
Edward moved so fast I didn’t even see him until he was squatting next to me leaning over so his face was inches from mine while he held my cheeks between his hands “You really should be careful what you ask for Isabella”
I swallowed hard, blinking a few times as he let go of my face, stood and went to the little table. Watching as he reached into his pocket then moaning as the toy that had been vibrating the whole time started to pulsate. It was hitting that spot deep inside me with the most perfect regularity and the smaller one in my butt buzzed in harmony. Shutting my eyes I enjoyed the sensations flowing through me until I felt Edward between my legs. His fingers spreading me open, pulling the hood of my clit up so he could apply gel to my already sensitive bundle of nerves. My eyes popped open as the sensation of cold hit me before turning to a tingling icy heat when Edward blew a long gust of air over me.
Oh my God...
“You can pray all you want Isabella; I don’t think that’s going to help”
Shit! I must have said that out loud
While Edward continued to blow air on me, I moaned, thrashing and squirming in a desperate attempt to get him to touch me. I could feel the warmth of his face ghosting so closely yet too far for me reach as the blowing continued to drive me into a frenzy. All I needed was a flick of the tongue or a stroke of his finger it wasn’t going to take much. My body was pleading for the contact that would bring the sweet release while my mouth begged for the same thing
“Master please….please…please”
“Please what slut?”
“Master please make your slut cum”
It surprised me how easily those words came out and even more stunned that I couldn’t find it in myself to care.
“As you wish”
I heard the buzz drowning out the music and I suppose the sheer force of the vibration should have been a warning as to what was about to happen. Maybe I was too caught up in my own need, maybe my mind was still reeling from the orgasm or maybe it just didn’t matter as long as I got what I so desperately wanted.
The hard cold firmness of the wand touched the top of my clit sending a bolt of pleasure through me that made my body seethe as I screamed out in pure ecstasy. “Thank you Master!”
The feeling so welcomed I raised my butt into the air pressing against the wand while my body writhed and shook as the warm light took me away. Unable to keep that position my legs gave out and I relaxed back down in a state of total bliss to feel the liquid running from between my legs.
Oh my god, I peed myself
Mortification ran through me at the thought.
Edward made a humming noise in his throat “hmmm…not bad Isabella” he said returning the pulsating bullet back into my vagina.
I must have pushed it out
I couldn’t think about that because the liquid was still draining from my body and I realized from the cool wetness that it had sprayed out, coating my inner thighs. I was still kind of fuzzy, trying to get my breathing under control when Edward stood. He adjusted something between my legs and I felt the smooth firmness of the wand settling into position directly over my throbbing clit.
“Look at me”
The shame of losing continence caused me to respond slower than normal but Edward kept his patience. He towered over me with the handle of two floggers draped over his left shoulder and not an ounce of emotion on his beautiful face.
“Next time I’ll put a bucket under you to catch all the cum…”
Cum? That was cum?
“…but for now, let’s see how much of a mess you can make.”
The words didn’t exactly register in my brain, I heard them, comprehended them but had no idea what was in store for me. Had I any inclination of what was about to happen I wouldn’t have been so damn eager.
I watched him hold the handle of a flogger in each hand, preparing myself for the sting and was surprise at what came. He worked the two floggers in a crisscross motion over my flesh; the strikes landing with precision covered every part of my torso leaving only a tingle in their wake. The feeling reminded me of the sensation left from the Violet Wand Dougie had demonstrated on my arm. It was like a burning tickle that was not at all unpleasant yet wasn’t enough to send me over the edge either. What it did do was arouse me; even the ones over my tender breast were nothing more than tantalizing pain to awaken my desire.
The strikes came faster moving over my belly, hips, and thighs building the need and then with another strike the thing resting on my clit started vibrating. He was still standing working over my body while the powerful vibrator stayed glued to my clit and I realized it must be on some kind of holder. I sank further into the support of the ball letting the stimulation take over my senses as Edward drove me towards another orgasm.
Screaming out a ‘thank you’ I expected him to stop, turn off the wand that was vibrating like mad between my legs and allow me to catch my breath, but he didn’t. Instead Edward continued with what he was doing, completely ignoring the fact that my body was spasming out of control as I came again and again.
I had no idea how many times my body was forced to respond, or how much more I could take.
The pleasure had ceased to be enjoyable, every nerve in my body seemed to be synchronized to one spot as one orgasm melted into another. My legs felt like mush from the tension they held yet still uncontrollably shook. The muscles in my arms throbbed and I was squeezing the cane in my hands so tightly my palms ached from my finger nails digging into them. But the worse was the burning fire going through my clit from the unrelenting stimulation. I couldn’t feel the bullets inside me anymore; I didn’t even know if they were there or if I expelled them again. Edward still used the floggers on me but even their strikes were disregarded because of the tortuous vibrations. And no matter how much I tried to get away it was there driving me to another excruciating orgasm.
“Please Master …Please!!!”
“Thank me Isabella”
His harsh words seeping into my brain making me scream out “Thank You!” as I shook in overexposed rawness and pleaded “Master…no more…please…Please…PLEASE!”
“Ohhhh…..God…Mother…Fu…” my body convulsed in a powerful orgasm that took the breath out my lungs.
There was no mercy as Edward yelled “Thank me!”
“Thank…than…thank” it was all that would come out of my mouth
I heard Edward’s voice through the murkiness of my brain “Come on Isabella, this is what you wanted… It feels good remember…You don’t want to hold it back you want to be a cum slut…and baby I aim to please...So cum.”
And fuck I don’t know how, but I did. The burn in my clit turned to agonizing carnality that made my world turn warm and dark.
I was shaking, of that I was one hundred present sure.
I felt Edward’s arms around me, my head against his chest my fist clutching his shirt as I clung to his warmth. Unwilling to let go of my grasp even as the softness of the bed engulfed me, protesting with a groan as Edward forcefully removed them. His hands massaged the tired muscles in my arms and shoulders before placing a soft blanket over my chest and moving down to work out the kinks in my hips and legs. The feeling so welcomed I started to drift off to sleep not really paying much attention to the position of his hands on my inner thighs until I heard the proclamation.
“I believe I have a promise to keep Isabella”
Promise?
My mind barely grasped the idea of what Edward was saying when I felt his fingers easily slip inside me. Reflexively my hands tried to push his away “Nooo…no…more …please…”
One hand caught both of mine, holding them in an iron grasp against my stomach “I swore the first orgasm would be by my hand and so would the last”
I cried out as his fingers curved inside me and his thumb touched my clit sending shock waves of searing pain through me as he worked over the raw nerves. Edwards hand on my wrist pressed them firmer against my stomach warning me harshly “Lie still.”
Tears fell over my cheeks as I sobbed “Please Master”
Ignoring my protest Edward pinned me to the bed and continued his assault on my tender flesh. “Come on Isabella, give it to me. Give me the orgasm you enjoy so much”
My whole body was shaking as I tried to fight off the inevitable, screaming out “It burns…It burns…fuck …it”
“That means you’re not numb yet, maybe another hour on the ball…”
“Nooooo!” I screamed losing both my composure and my hold as my body betrayed me sending a massive orgasm shooting through me like a white light of unwanted salaciousness. My body convulsed from the intensity of the pain and pleasure, slicing through me like a knife. I was conscious yet had no control of what I was doing, the murmurs pour from my mouth in total gibberish while my lungs fought for air.
I was in a fog, lost somewhere between reality and oblivion, wanting so desperately to just allow the sleep take me away and drift into that state of nothingness.
Unable to open my eyes I groaned at the feel of Edward’s hand forcing me to lift my head, resisting the attempts at placing something against my mouth.
“Drink Isabella”
It was only shear obedience that made me open my mouth to the cool liquid – water – and instinct that made me swallow. The feel of a soft cloth wiped my chin before another drink was given followed by another swipe at the dribbles that escaped my mouth. After the third swallow of water Edward gently laid my head back on the pillows and a moment later I felt the tugging on my wrist making me roll onto my side.
Afraid that it was going to start again my eyes shot open, pulling my arms back I sobbed in protest “Noooo”
Edward’s gaze held mine for a brief moment before he stroked the loose hair from my face “Hush”
Too drained to keep my eyes open I snuggled back into the fluffiness of the pillow, felt a tug on my wrist as he secured them together. Stretching my arms out in front of me Edward pulled them taunt, effectively restraining them to the side of the bed. I relaxed further into the cushion of the mattress when Edward pulled the blanket up over my shoulder and tucked it around my neck.
Letting the warmth of the bed lull me into sleep I heard the sound of Edward’s voice “I’m not done with you yet, however even cum slut’s need a break. You rest for a bit, I’ll rouse you when I’m ready.”
He was going to let me sleep.
There was only one thing I could think in reply “thank you Master”
Sleep
I was lost in exhausted sleep so relaxed that the feel of strong hands rolling me onto my stomach startled me. My arms still restrained to the bed were pinned under my chest as the pillow was pulled out from under my head and a strong hand pressed the side of my face into the mattress. Trying to grasp what was happening I let out a whimper.
“Quiet” Edward ordered, using his other hand and hips to separate my thighs. I felt his erection run through the slickness making me jump when it hit the sore flesh surrounding my clit. The slap on my outer thigh sounded worse than it felt and he warned “Be still…it’s my turn”
There was no warning or gentleness as he took his pleasure, not even giving me time to lift onto my knees before he started pounding into me. Unable to move either my arms or my head all I could do was lie there and take it while he grunted through each thrust. The fucking only lasted a few minutes before Edward withdrew from me. Releasing my face he pushed on my butt pressing my stomach into the mattress and I felt the warm wetness of his cum hit the small of my back.
The mattress shook as he moved away from me and I waited for Edward to get a cloth to clean me off with. – He didn’t. I followed his movements through the dimly lit room, noticing Seth in his doggie bed and Edward’s pajama pants draped over the chair. He got a packet of wet wipes, cleaned off his hands and then approached me. Thinking he would use one to I laid still bracing myself for the coldness of the disposable wipe. Instead Edward stood at my side holding his semi-erect dick, squeezing it tightly he leaned over me wiping the remaining cum over my back.
“Wouldn’t want you to miss any” he said straightening up.
I was so confused “Mas..”
My question was cut off by a harsh glare “Quite”
My eyes lowered automatically while Edward continued “Until you are told differently I do not want to hear one word come from your mouth. Do I make myself clear?”
Unable to speak all I could do was nod
“Good, now I suggest you get to sleep because you are going to need your rest”
He never wiped the spunk off my back; he just pulled the blankets up over my butt and placed a throw cover over my shoulders. Tucking them in before the lights dimmed to a low shadow and he slid in next to me. Maybe it was a stupid of me to fall back asleep it might have been better to think about what Edward’s actions meant but the sleep came with his cum drying on my back.
I was a woken by the feel of the blankets being removed and my legs being twisted so I was flung over onto my back. My eyes shot to his and just as before a hand came out to press the side of my face into the mattress. “Don’t look at me; Cum sluts don’t have that privilege”
Kneeling between my legs Edward took his pleasure, hard and fast, pulling out of me at the last moment to spill his cum on my stomach. He moved to clean his hands, rubbed his dripping head on my hip and left his cum there. He didn’t say a word as he tucked the blankets around me leaving a gap for the sticky mess to dry on my skin while he covered himself up next to me.
My brain understood the fact that I was covered in cum, both his and mine. It felt nasty and dirty and I wondered what point Edward was trying to make. Tears filled my eyes and I sniffled.
“Don’t cry. You’re getting what you wanted.” the darkness of the room made Edward’s statement sound colder than his already remote voice.
What did I want?
Searching my brain there didn’t seem to be an answer and I was still too tired to think so coated in cum, sleep overtook me.
The only problem with sleeping in the playroom is lack of natural light. The alarm sounded and I opened my eyes to a room that was as dark as the last time I had fallen back to sleep. Next to me Edward shifted with a groan to sit on the side of the bed. The lights brightened and Seth must have been there greeting him as Edward talked out loud “Sorry boy we’re not going running today. Go lay down boy and I’ll let you out in a minute”
I was lying on my side with my hands secured by the wrist to the bed, not wanting to draw attention to myself I stayed as quiet as I possibly could. Listening to the sounds Edward made as he stood, stretched and came over squatting down next to me.
Removing the restraint his eyes shifted to mine “Good morning Isabella”
“G…” scarcely getting the sound out Edward’s eyebrows raised “Do I need to remind you not to speak?”
Shoot forgot about that
Biting my lip my eyes immediately lowered in silent obedience.
With my hands free Edward had me sit and grabbing the bottle of water off the floor he told me to drink it while he worked on rubbing the soreness out of my muscles. Working on my legs I realized the ankle cuffs were still on along with my bells which jiggled as he worked out the tightness in my calf. Having me stand Edward held out a robe for me to put on before handing me the cane that was lying on the floor next to where I had slept.
“Come Isabella”
Keeping my eyes down I silently followed him out of the playroom and with Seth behind me we went up into the kitchen. The bright morning sun shining through the windows cast the room in natural brightness and the aroma of fresh coffee filled the air. Seth unable to wait went right to backdoor, wagging his tail impatiently while Edward turned off the security system. I could identify with his impatience as my own bladder was protesting but I didn’t know if I should move and I couldn’t ask. Edward shut the door behind the dog and turned to me “Use the bathroom Isabella”
As I started to move Edward called out “The only thing you wash is your hands”
God I felt gross.
Sitting on the toilet I opened the front of my robe inspecting the caked iridescent substance. I had never seen sperm in this form before and it was rather fascinating in a bizarre kind of way. Moving the muscles in my stomach caused the light to reflect off it and I had an overwhelming desire to touch it. To see if it would flake off like dead skin or peel off like the dried glue it resembled. Washing my hands I wondered if splashing water on it would rehydrate it back to its original consistency and would it change its flavor. Then I wondered what the hell was wrong with me, I was literally covered front to back with Edward’s dried cum and all I worried about was how it would taste.
Nice Bella
Looking in the mirror I realized what a mess I truly was, my hair was still up – well kind of up – drooping to one side. My eyes were slightly puffy and resembled a raccoon from the smudged mascara under them. Reaching for the washcloth to wipe some of the black off, my eyes fell on the tag that hung from the dog collar and Edward’s instructions came back to me.
“The only thing you wash is your hands”
Keeping my eyes on the words engraved on the silver heart shaped tag; I abandoned the idea, dried my hands, picked up my cane and went to present myself to my Master.
Edward had me follow him into the dining room where he pulled out the chair at the head of the table and held his hand out for me to take. “Step up Isabella”
Unsure what I was being asked it do my hesitation was met with a harsh retort “Now”
Confused as to what Edward had in mind I did as he asked and was even more puzzled at being told to step onto the table. Once there he took the cane while I settled to my waiting position and then laid it next to me on the table before clipping each wrist to the opposite ankle. Stepping back in front of me Edward open the robe and slide it off my shoulders leaving my whole front exposed. Using his hand he tapped the insides of my thighs, silently telling me to open them further. Seeming satisfied with how I was placed he left me where I was and went back into the kitchen.
I could hear Edward closing cabinets and it didn’t take long for the unmistakable aroma of eggs frying to reach me. At one point while I waited for him to return Seth came into the room giving me a sideward glance before heading towards the living room. A few minutes later Edward returned with a tray full of breakfast items, scrambled eggs, toast, coffee and juice. He sat directly in front of me the platter between my open thighs became the focal point of my lowered eyes. Eating with one hand he offered me bites of food which I chewed while watching his other hand slowly stroking over himself through the pajama pants.
The plate was half empty when Edward pushed his chair back, stood to tug the pants down and started working his hand over the velvety smoothness of his erection. My eyes watched in fascination as with each pass his hand swirled in an upward motion over his shaft, rounded the head then straight down again. I could see drops of moisture leaking from the hole as the head seemed to grow fuller. Edward made a grunting noise, pushed the tray of food out of the way and taking a step forward he came on my chest. Gobs of thick white fluid spilt onto me in splatters against my skin.
Edward grunted again squeezed his dick firmer and used the tip of his penis to spread out the clots of male juice. Using the space between my breasts he cleaned his dick of the residual moisture before tucking himself back into his pants. Picking up the tray Edward moved to the other end of the table, making enough noise that I knew he sat down to finish eating.
Staring down at my cum smeared chest a shiver ran through me. I had joked with myself in the bathroom while wondering about the taste but really it was no joking matter. I was left there in my own thoughts feeling cold and - even though Edward was only five feet away from me - isolated. And there was absolutely nothing funny about that at all. Blinking back the tears I sniffled trying to hide from Edward the desolation that overcame me.
It was a sad attempt as he asked “Why the tears? You got what you wanted? You were able to orgasm as much and as often as you could with no restrictions. You had your time of pleasure it seems only fair that I have an equal share”
Equal share? What did that mean?
Was he going to cover me from head to toe with his spunk until we were evenly matched orgasm for orgasm? Was he attempting to catch up with all the ones I had the night before?
How many was that anyway?
More than five, less than twenty, did Edward even know? Was he counting? Because I sure wasn’t, all I knew was my body was still drained from the ordeal and my coochie was so sore it was practically swollen.
What I couldn’t figure out was why Edward was doing this to me? There had to be a reason for his madness- there always was – and I was sure there was no punishment taking place. Reprimands were always preceded with an explanation so there was no mistake as to what I had done wrong or what the punishment entailed.
A lesson then
A lesson in what? Normally Edward never told me, he would leave me to figure it out on my own or have to ask. Since I was unable to talk, inquiring was out of the question so I hoped he’d give me more information so I could figure it out.
The silence was deafening as the only sounds being made were clinking silverware against the china plate. My mind replayed the words ‘you got what you wanted’ Edward had said that several times. But what did I want? I hadn’t asked for anything at least nothing I could recall.
The room had been so quiet that the sound of Edward clearing his throat made me flinch. “Do you know what a cum slut is Isabella?”
Remaining quiet I waited for him to answer his own question.
“It is a submissive who’s only thought and joy is in the pleasure of the release, both theirs and their partners. Mutual desires, training and obedience is all lost so the only thing they care about is the cum. They will not allow someone, anyone, to gain any pleasure from their release except themselves and in turn all they are to their partner is a place to make a deposit. Now if that is the way you want to play the game, then that is what we will do.”
“You get yours on your terms, I get mine on mine. There is no mutual gratification and our see-saw is balanced purely by the numbers”
There was a gut wrenching twist in my stomach at what he was suggesting. That was not at all what I wanted.
I heard Edward rise and then he was standing in front me “Which as of right now you still owe me eight”
His hand cupped my sex making me wince “Quiet!” he warned and I bit my lip to remain that way.
“You told me my hands made you feel so good you didn’t want to delay your release.” Sliding his fingers between the folds Edward separated them widely before capturing the whole gland between the lengths of his fingers. “I was curious if that was still the case? I was also curious if the orgasms at your discretion were met with approval. Because personally I never would have allowed you to come that many times, then again I’m only interested in what you need, not what you want.”
Relief flooded me at the removable of his hand because truly my girly bits were in no condition for another round. Slipping his hands under my arms Edward lifted me off the table as if I was a rag doll and placed me on the floor.
“Now…you owe me eight” he said tugging down the waist band of his pants.
I had given many blow jobs without the use of my hands however with the way they were positioned behind my back I felt restricted in my movements. Edward put his hand on the back of my head guiding my motions and thrusting along with the rhythm while he fucked my mouth. Much like the two times he took me in the playroom this was only for his pleasure. All I could do was stay as still as possible while he used my mouth anyway he pleased. There was no joy in the action, no pride in giving him pleasure and no desire for anything except its conclusion.
Never in my life had I been so glad to feel a penis stiffen in my mouth.
Edward released the hold he had on my head, slipped from between my lips and stoke himself to completion on the side of my neck. Closing my eyes I cringed back and Edward’s hand halted my movement, holding me in place he rubbed his dripping penis along my ear and into my hair. It was degrading, humiliating and I never wanted to do it again.
Grasping my chin I was forced to look at him, even through tear filled eyes I could see the disappointment in his harsh glare.
Edward didn’t like it any more than I did.
“Cum sluts have no control, no discipline and no obedience. All they are to their partner is a cavity to fuck and a place to make a deposit. Now you stay right there and think about that”
Tucking himself back into his pants Edward went up the steps leaving me there on the floor half naked with fresh cum running down my neck and drool on my chin. I wanted to wipe it off but my hands were bound in such a way that I couldn’t even lift my shoulders. Instead all I could do was sit there with lowered eyes feeling disgusting and thoroughly degraded.
The worst part being it was of my own doing.
I remembered in detail the conversation Edward and I had on our return from Oregon. I told Edward in no uncertain terms that the reason I didn’t wait to orgasm was simply because I just didn’t want to. My honesty was probably commendable yet that didn’t mean my actions were any less defiant. At the time he hadn’t said much to dissuade my opinion then again perhaps that would have only turned into a debate. Instead his exact words were ‘one way or another you will learn.’
And I was learning a lesson that made me look at myself in a way that was very unpleasant, as unwelcomed as all the orgasm’s the night before had been. Edward had asked how I liked them and at first they had been glorious, then the joy turned to revulsion. He said that he would not have allowed me to cum so many times, so why did he make me do it?
Edward was the one who strapped me to the ball.
Edward was the one who flogged my body.
Edward was the one who placed the wand between my legs.
Edward was the one who forced me to cum over and over again until I was raw.
Edward did all to me…so why did he make it sound like I had any control over what happened?
Shifting on my knees the bells around my ankle jiggled.
My pretty silver slave bells.
Edward came back downstairs, dressed – at least his feet were so I assumed he had showered and changed to be ready when Emmett arrived. There was something about the idea of Edward being freshly washed that made me feel even more repulsive and I couldn’t wait until I could clean all the grossness off me.
He remained quiet while puttering around the room taking the tray into the kitchen and wiping off the table top. A few seconds later Edward returned to sit in the chair, he held a glass of cranberry juice out in front of my face with a straw in it and told me to drink. After a few swallows he took it away and unclasped my wrist from the ankle cuffs.
“Stretch your legs out” Sitting my butt on the floor it felt good to straighten them and take the pressure off my knees.
Edward handed me the glass of juice before reclining in the chair and stretching his own legs out along side of me while causally drink his coffee. I could smell his freshly washed body making me feel even grosser as I sipped from the straw and I so desperately wanted to wipe the drying cum off my neck.
“I had planned for you to do a writing assignment in the time you had before Jasper came to retrieve you”
Jasper was coming?
With everything happening I had forgotten about helping with the kid’s party. I still wanted to go but there was no need for Jasper to get me, I could drive myself. Not being able to speak I had no way to tell him so I finished the juice while keeping my eyes down and my mouth shut.
“However I believe that there is a more pressing matter” Edward said taking the empty glass from my hands to set on the table “You need to think about your actions and make a decision about what is more important. So this is what’s going to happen, for the next hour…”
The doorbell rang stopping him from telling me and humiliating fear shot through me at the thought of being seen. Edward pulled the lapels of the robe over my shoulders; tying the sash around my middle he ordered “Stay”
The voices in the next room rang out and even Emmett’s excitement didn’t help the way I was feeling “You ready dude? I’ve been practicing my swing all morning”
“Yeah, give me a minute” Edward wasn’t as excited and something about that made me feel worse.
“Ok, well hurry up. I’m going to take a leak” terror shot through me for a second until Edward told him to use the upstairs bathroom. Emmett would still have to come into the dining room but the way I was positioned on the far side of the table made me somewhat invisible.
I held my breath waiting for Emmett to go up the steps and Edward came to squat down next to me. “For the next hour you are to sit right where you are and contemplate whether you are my submissive” reaching out his finger followed the contour of His silver collar before the same hand reached down to grasp my ankle making the silver bells tinkle “Or a slave to your whims. Because that is what it boils down to nâhtötse, it’s one or the other, the two cannot coexist”
Edward stood at the sound of Emmett starting to descend the steps. “You ready?”
“I’ll be right there”
“Little Bells still sleeping?” Not a word was said yet something passed between them because Emmett became less jovial “I’ll wait outside”
Edward squatted again “At nine you may get up, the sheets in the playroom need to be changed and after that you may bath. Put the cuffs and the removable collar on my dresser, I’ll see to them later. Jasper will be here at ten, so make sure you are ready and I’ll get you from Alice’s around two.”
Standing he let out a deep sigh “I’m not angry Isabella but I am frustrated. You can’t rely on me to provide for your needs when your main objective is getting what you want. It doesn’t work that way, especially not on the terms you’ve set forth.”
Leaning down he fingered the tag on the black collar “It might do you well to remember whose body it is nâhtötse. And judging from the way you treated it last night, perhaps you want to decide who the better caretaker is.”
He kissed my forehead “Do as I said and I’ll see you around two o’clock”
The next hour was spent sitting on the floor stroking Seth’s back while his head rested on my lap. He was awfully content to just lie there letting my hand move absentmindedly through his fur while I thought about what Edward had said. Several times he had made the statement that I mistreated my body. Saying he never would have allowed me to cum so many times. His parting words of asking me to consider who takes better care of my body was also disheartening. Because if I was being completely honest I’d have to admit, Edward did.
He took it upon himself to see that my body was fueled, rested and strengthened on a daily basis. He was obsessed with my health and wellbeing far more then I could ever be. It would be simple to chalk up his preoccupation with my welfare on the fact he needs me in top physical condition for his use. Maybe that was Edward’s original purpose but I knew better. He truly loved me.
Still why would Edward make it sound as if the endless orgasms had been my idea?
Seth’s head rose for a moment as if he could read my mind and knew the answer. He seemed so intuitive I had ask “What could I have done? Noth…”
The word stuck in my throat, because I knew damn well I could have done something to end what was happening to me. Was that what Edward was waiting for, my ‘yellow’ to tell him it was too intense?
“Why didn’t I say it Seth?”
The dog gave me a long blank stare then in complete disinterest rested his head back on my leg. Resuming the petting I pondered that thought without much success. Looking down the length of my leg the shiny bells lay silent. Edward had said I needed to decide if I was his submissive or a slave to my whims.
Is that what I was?
I thought about the events of my life, how my impetuous decisions all culminated into shit. How I allowed desires to rule my choices. I was impulsive, especially when faced with something I wanted. Edward on the other hand was vigilant, looking at all the circumstance before proceeding and this situation was no different.
He had been calling me a cum-slut not as an added term of endearment or a humorous epithet. Edward had been using the term so loosely because it’s what I was. And I played right into his hands even going so far as to call myself one, which in hindsight was true. In order to get what I wanted I disregarded all control, discipline and obedience to be a slave to my impulses. The problem was I wasn’t a slave, not Edward’s or anyone else’s and that included myself.
The sudden beeping from behind me caused me to jump and Seth let out a bark my jerky movement. Looking over my shoulder I saw where the sound came from. Edward had set up a small alarm clock to let me know when nine o’clock rolled around.
“Daddy really does take care of us Seth, doesn’t he?” I commented with a groan. The muscles in my thighs still ached and my butt had gone numb from sitting on the hard wooden floor.
Shutting off the alarm I went down into the playroom with Seth following me. To the best of my knowledge the night before had been the first time he had been down there yet he walked around the area as if he owned the place. Sniffing the odd furnishings and investigating every corner while I got the clean sheets out of the bathroom closet and made up the bed. Gathering the dirty linens I called Seth from the corner he curled up in by the St Andrew’s and went up to toss them into the washer. Edward had already tidied up the kitchen so I left Seth outside while I went to take a much needed bath.
I felt so gross that I refused to sit in the chair while I removed the cuffs from my ankles and wrist. Instead of contaminating the furniture or even the floor, I stood in front of Edward’s dresser to remove them. After unbuckling the thick fleece lined leather cuffs from my ankles I placed them on the dresser and caught my reflection in the mirror.
I looked worse than I had before; the hair that had been drooping was matted to my head from Edward’s last deposit. The mascara that had been caked under my eyes ran in streaks down my cheeks from the tears. Opening the white terry cloth robe my chest was coated with the same translucent material that I had found so fascinating. Only I had no desire to flake it, peel it or taste it. I just wanted it off. I was a hot mess of debauchery and I wondered why in the world Edward would have me sit around covered in cum.
Surely I could have thought out his words while being clean?
As soon as that thought came to me, I quickly pushed it aside because it didn’t matter what his reasons were, it only mattered that I obeyed. And in that I thought I was filled with a new shame, not from what I was coated in but at my selfishness. Because the perverse materials covering my skin were nothing compared to the perversities of my actions. They were far more uglier than the reflection of the woman staring back at me.
After removing the wrist cuffs my hands went to unbuckle the black nylon collar and my eyes fell on the heart shaped tag. The engraved words burning into my soul the truth that I already knew and I had to tell Edward how sorry I was. The words couldn’t wait until he picked me up; he had to know right then and there.
Running down the steps to get my phone I was faced with a new obstacle, Edward told me I was not to talk. I needed to be creative while still remaining obedient.
Without thinking twice about what I was doing my fingers typed out a text and quickly hit send. Going back upstairs I was still coated in cum, my hair was still matted and my face looked like a road map but I felt better. Setting my phone down next to the cuffs I worked the end of the collar out of the buckle and removed it from my neck. As I laid it on the dresser the phone vibrated with a text from Edward.
My heart was beating out a pounding rhythm in my chest as I reached to read the message and then smiled broadly at what I read. Setting the phone back down I let my fingers graze reverently over the silver heart shaped tag that proclaimed me ‘Property of Edward’
