BPOV
Thirteen minutes
That was how much longer I had to wait until I could go to Edward’s room. The last forty-seven minutes had felt like an eternity. The whole day had gone by so quickly, then again it seemed like there had been one activity after another to occupy the time. Between Charlie’s surprise visit, Mr. Weiss’s revelations and our shopping expedition I hadn’t had one minute to stop and think. Which I suppose that was why at exactly five o’clock Edward told me to take my new dress to his room and then retreat to mine.
Normally with only a few minutes left I would be spending time placing the bands on my nipples but Edward told me not to bother with them, he had other plans. I was also told not to meet him in the kitchen; I was instead to present myself in his room at six. My hair was to be in the style he seemed to fancy, something he calls half up-half down. Basically it is a loose French twist that I don’t tuck in so the ends hang freely.
Eleven minutes
Taking a deep breath I looked once more over my writing assignments, I had picked out three personal goals that had both meaning to me along with someone else. I also decided that the second assignment of coming up with reasons why I submit was going to be an open-ended personal study that I would constantly add to. Along with that I placed a new goal to the back of my journal under the heading of organization
‘To keep my journal in order’
After less than two months it was starting to look like a mish-mash of pages thrown together. Extra pieces of paper were taped in places where I needed more space. Poems, quotes and little notes to myself were spewed all over the place in what would look like total chaos - yet it all made perfect sense to me.
So I wouldn’t have been concerned except that Edward was also deciphering what I wrote and if there was one thing he thrived on it was order.
One of my goals I had listed was to make every effort to remember Master’s point of view in all situations. Out of the three, that one was going to be my own personal struggle and the hardest to fulfill. It would also be the one that went the furthest in my submission and ultimately my surrender to him. That was something I had already promised-my total surrender - and it was the only reason I had gotten out of the car at the mall.
I didn’t want him to buy me a new dress and I certainly wasn’t in the mood for shopping or preforming in a fashion show. From the time we left the house I had one thing on my mind and that was how I was going to get a box of Fruity Pebbles. It seemed like forever since I had the taste of the sweet crunchy fruity goodness mixed with cold yummy milk in my mouth and I missed it. It might sound stupid or childish but that cereal was a main staple of my Saturday morning diet. Ok sometimes they were Tuesday night’s dinner and a Thursday afternoon snack but that wasn’t the point.
When Edward went North on the five I thought for sure he was going to Whole Foods. That’s his favorite place to shop, everything’s organic, low fat, all natural, which is fine if you’re buying cheese but who the hell needs organic dish detergent? The other problem with Whole Foods besides not carrying any good cereals is I can’t use my coupons correctly, so I prefer shopping like normal people at the Safeway. Thus when we drove past the exit I wondered where the heck we were going, never dreaming my surprise was a trip to Northgate Mall.
I know I gave him a hard time and once Edward told me I had a choice in the way I got a new dress I figured I would just consent and do what he asked. The problem was I only consented, when what I really should have been doing was assenting. Putting my whole heart into something that he asked me to do, without needing a reason other than it was requested of me. It took me a while to see that my attitude needed to be adjusted. Once my viewpoint became more in tune with Edward’s the whole experience became more enjoyable and I had to admit – I loved that dress.
It was a simple black dress that from afar was nothing special, putting in on is where the joy came from. The soft silky fabric felt amazing against my skin and it flowed so perfectly over the contours of my body that every breath I took was like a soft caress. There was a small little bit of glee inside that made me surprised an article of clothing could make me so happy. Yet that was exactly what it did and the last thing I wanted to do was take it off.
Edward seemed pleased by my excitement and that was when I realized how uncooperative I was being by giving him such a hard time. Remorse came over me at my behavior and Edward was right I really do need to learn how to be gracious and accepting. I have learned over the past six and half weeks to accept Master’s reproach and chastisement with dignity. Taking what I can from the experience, growing in knowledge and moving forward stronger in who I am. What I needed to do was look at his bestowing gifts and surprises on me with the same composure. Knowing that it shouldn’t matter if Master is presenting his girl with wisdom, correction or a new dress, her attitude should always be the same – grateful.
Six minutes
The excitement inside me was beginning to build along with the desire in my stomach and the heat between my thighs. After using the bathroom and bushing my teeth, I took a last look in the mirror. Edward hadn’t specified what I was to wear which meant I had to improvise. Retying the sash of my pink satin robe I patted Seth telling him to be a good boy, picked up my journal off the bed and walked down the hall towards Edward’s room.
The door was slightly ajar but not enough for me to see inside at what he was doing. I also wasn’t sure if I should just enter or knock and wait to be invited in. Deciding that it was Edward’s room and he has repeatedly told me that he would not enter my room without an invitation, I knocked.
“Enter Isabella”
Pushing open the door to step inside I was met with his stare. He was fully dressed sitting on the bed leaning his back against the pillows while he looked over some papers. He seemed very relaxed resting against the headboard with his sock covered feet crossed at the ankles. Yet there was something in his gaze, he was looking at me with …expectation?
Taking a step in his direction I was stopped by the sound of his voice “Isabella go back out in the hall and do not knock again until you are prepared to show me the proper appreciation for allowing you entrance”
Appreciation?
Unsure what he meant I closed the door behind me then stood there in the hall trying to decipher the meaning. After a few moments I remembered what Edward had said to me the day before as we drove home from Oregon. The subjects of our discussions ranged from Rose wanting to name the baby Roscoe, to the upcoming school year and everything in between. One such talk was centered on the night before and how he had made me cum with his mouth. It was a rather good orgasm and I once again came without permission. Edward was getting rather tired of that occurring with such regularity, especially when he knew that I was able to hold it.
He wondered why that was, how I could force myself to control it under harsher circumstances – like the trip home from the cabin – only to lose it so easily at other times. As I thought about the answer it became clear to me and I told him. “It feels so good; I don’t want to hold it in”
Edward was rather unsympathetic “Too bad what you want.”
Not liking him to think I was just being a spoiled brat I went on to explain “Do you remember when I told you the first orgasm I had from someone was that night after we had gone to Alice’s. You had me lay on the couch while you played with my breast, and then later Leah and Jake burst in the house…” at his smile and nod I continued “Don’t you see Edward, it’s all so new and you make me feel so good, the way you touch me with your hands, your mouth, your dick. The release from a toy is easier to hold off, but because it’s you, there is an added pleasure that feels so good I want to enjoy it – all of it and my body just lets go”
“I suppose that should be flattering…” green eyes shot to mine for a brief moment before going back to the road “…but it’s not. I understand it feels good and you would want to enjoy the release as much as possible. However I told you before – several times – your pleasure belongs to me, all of your pleasure, and I decide when it is dispensed, not you. I can also tell you that delaying an orgasm significantly increases the pleasure of the release. So one way or another you are going to have to learn not to be such a greedy little slut. You will wait for permission and then with all things, you are to thank me appreciatively.”
Feeling rather feisty I had to ask with just a bit of cockiness “And if I don’t?”
Edward’s head abruptly turned in my direction “As I said nâhtötse, one way or another you will learn”
I wasn’t too worried about the warning because I could – for the most part – control my orgasms, it wasn’t easy and I’d prefer not to but I could do it. Standing outside his bedroom door my focus was instead on what Edward had said about ‘thanking him’ appreciatively. Fairly certain that’s what he was expecting I once again knocked on the door and received the same response “Enter Isabella”
This time as I walked into Master’s room my steps faltered and with lowered eyes I showed my proper gratitude “Thank you Master”
“For what Isabella?” He wasn’t asking to be smartass, the tone in his voice along with the way he said the word ‘what’ meant he wanted me to elaborate.
Deciding it best, I restated the whole sentence “Thank you Master for allowing your girl entrance into your room”
Smiling to myself at his curt nod and words of approval “You’re very welcome”
I was in the room however I still wasn’t sure what to do. I moved to the side of the bed preparing to kneel in presentation when Edward put his hand out to stop me.
“Because I gave you permission to enter there is no reason to formally present yourself. However…” Edward glanced at the clock as he spun his body to place his feet on the floor and took the journal out of my hands; setting it on the bed he said causally “You’re late Isabella”
My eyes shifted towards the clock and I was met with a harsh retort “Do you doubt my honesty?”
“No Sir”
I didn’t think he was lying yet I wondered how in the world I could have been late after all I left my room in plenty of time. So I was here before six, it wasn’t my fault he sent me out of the room “Master your girl…”
“Is not on time! he interjected sternly. “I said you were to present yourself at six, not six-o-three”
I must have been in the hall longer then I thought
“And I don’t remember asking you for an explanation. I made a simple observation on your tardiness to which you doubted and then followed with more defiant behavior. Now I know we have not had a real session in quite some time so I will remind you once. You are to answer only my yes no questions other than that you will remain quiet unless directed to talk. Do I make myself clear?”
I sighed “Yes Sir”
I had barely gotten out the word ‘sir’ when Edward stood, grasped my chin and stared into my eyes with a frightening glare “What does that mean?”
Blinking rapidly I was at a total loss of what he was talking about but I stayed quiet hoping he would clarify, then being just as confused when he did. “That sigh you just made, is that out of frustration, irritation, annoyance or does it mean something else. Are you bored, tired, angry, determined? When you make those sounds I don’t have a clue what it means to you and I find that very infuriating”
The intimidating stare I was getting kept me quiet while Edward continued “I can tell you exactly what it means to me…” pausing to allow his words to sink in Edward added rather harshly “ …a total lack of respect.”
Lack of respect?
That was not at all what I wanted Edward to think, especially from something I wasn’t even aware was happening. I knew that there were times I griped or pouted that Edward reprimanded me and there have been moments when he looks rather cross at me - perhaps those were times I sighed?
It was a question I would have to bring up at a later time, because Edward wasn’t done talking. “I have allowed those rude disgruntled noises of yours to go on long enough and I’m telling you now, they will no longer be tolerated.” Dropping my chin he grasped my arm “Come with me”
Leading me over to the corner of the room he positioned me so that I was angled in it and then dropped my arm “Thighs tight together, arms at your side, eyes and chin straight” as he spoke I got into the position that I seemed to know so well and I wondered how long he was going to make me stand there.
“Repeat after me…”
Ok, this was new
“Making irritating noises such as sighing or grumbling is rude and juvenile.” Once I said the words he finished “If Master’s submissive is going to behave like a moody child then he will treat her like one.”
Once I recited the second part Edward took a step away from me “Say the whole thing”
“Making irritating noises such as sighing and…”
“sighing or” after being swiftly corrected I repeated “sighing or grumbling is rude and juvenile. If Master’s submissive is going to behave like a moody child then he will treat her like one.”
“Again” He ordered and the next time I said it through without any mistakes.
“Isabella every time you sigh, groan, grumble, roll your eyes or in some other way show discontent you will find yourself in this position. I don’t care where we are or who we are with, you will immediately be sent to the nearest corner where you will recite that phase ten times, out loud. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Master” There was really nothing else I could say on the matter besides Edward had something else for me to do “Ten times, begin”
He was serious
I don’t know why in the world it hadn’t clicked in my brain before, Edward never jokes around about these things and as I recited the words that called me juvenile, that was exactly how I felt. It was like a vocal writing assignment that anyone who was in proximity could witness. That only slightly bothered me at that moment because it was just Edward there but what happened if someone else was around?
Surely he would send me to a more intimate spot where I could fulfill his wishes with some dignity. Just as that thought entered my mind, Edward’s words came back to me ‘you will immediately be sent to the nearest corner’ – Oh Crap
Uttering the phrase for the tenth and final time, realization dawned on me; I was going to have to be very conscious of my responses.
Unsure if I was to move or wait to be dismissed from the corner I continued to stand there until Edward called my name “Isabella”
Turning to find Edward sitting on the bed, he motioned for me to go to him and then sat there with an expectant look. “Thank you Master for teaching your girl”
“You’re welcome Isabella and I would ask that you work hard on not forcing me to provide too many lessons.”
I would try, especially when we were in public. I could just imagine being sent to the corner in the middle of the Safeway – Holy Hell!
I didn’t think Edward would really do that but still the threat was there and so I would have to be on guard. That seemed like a hard task, to be conscious of a reaction I wasn’t even aware I was doing.
“Come here, join me” Edward said patting the bed.
Remembering the rule for being on Master’s bed I shed the robe and settled my naked self into the spot between his legs. Edward wrapped his arms around my waist holding me close to him and placed a single kiss on my bare shoulder. “This is much better, don’t you agree?”
“Yes Master” There was no contest; sitting in Edward’s lap would always beat standing in the corner.
Sitting back Edward picked up a small black velvet pouch off the bedside table and then handed me my journal. “I’m afraid I wasn’t expecting to administer corner time so quickly…”
Corner time? Is that what it’s called?
Something about the name made me giggle as a pictured Edward standing there with one hand on his hip and the other pointing to the corner while his foot tapped on the floor. At my merriment Edward stopped talking to cock his head back so he could get a better look at my face “Are you going to share the joke?”
Biting my lip I tried to stifle the humor and failed miserably, at my outright giggle Edward smiled “Are you laughing at me Isabella?”
“No Sir” but as I thought about it, he was the majority of the reason so I added “Yes Sir…ummm…sort of…”
It all happened so fast, one minute I was sitting and in the blink of an eye I was laying sideways across the bed with Edward tickling my ribs “Tell me Isabella…tell me what you find so funny about me”
“Please Master…please…” I cried out while squirming as he laughed over top of me.
“Come on nâhtötse… I’m waiting say uncle and tell me what I want to know” his voice was gentle while his fingers continued to tickled my sides and I relented “Ok…ok…Uncle!...uncle…uncle”
He gave me a devilish smile “I knew you’d see it my way. Now talk”
After all that it barely seemed funny anymore but I told him anyway and laughed at my vision of the stern headmaster sending the wayward student to the corner. Then for some reason the words just erupted from my mouth “Master the only thing missing in your girls imagination was a cane”
“Hmmm…well…” Edward pulled my hands so I was once again sitting “…the imagine you portrayed is rather accurate except it will be more like this” He snapped his fingers once before moving his whole arm to point to the corner as he said severely “Now”
After the demonstration Edward held my chin “That will be the only warning you get Isabella and I would suggest you move quickly because I will not be tapping my foot. You move swiftly to where I send you and obediently do as I have instructed. When you have finished reciting you are to present yourself to me just as if you had reentered the room. Do you understand those instructions?”
“Yes Sir”
“Good” releasing my chin he held my gaze “Because that will be an ongoing discipline, tonight, next week, next month, ten years from now. Whenever your attitude gets a little…snarky, you will have corner time”
Ten years?
That wasn’t the first time Edward had talked long term in regards to our relationship, yet it still gave me a happy little feeling inside, however there was something else that took my attention - Snarky?
Edward must have been able to tell I was unsure what he meant because he asked “Do you have a question?”
“Snarky?” I asked with innocence and was quickly corrected “Phrase your question properly”
“Master could you please tell your submissive what snarky is?”
“Snarky means anytime you are rude, snide, sarcastic, petulant or as my granny Cullen would say …cheeky” he added with a smile
Oh, that one I knew
“And as for the cane, well, that will come later tonight when we get home”
I could feel my face freeze in shock or was it fear as I swallowed hard, and once again Edward saw my unease. Stoking the tension away in my jaw he said calmly “Trust me nâhtötse I’ll go very slow”
I did trust him and I knew in the depths of my soul I would be mentally, emotionally and physically safe.
Edward glanced over at the clock and let out a deep sigh “I’m afraid that our time is getting short, so let’s get you dressed and we can discuss your journal writing over dinner”
That was fine with me anything to get my mind off whatever he had planned to do later - with the cane.
Edward had me stand on the floor between his opened legs with my hands clasped together behind my back. The position thrusting my breast in front of him, which he took full advantage of by cupping them firmly while his thumbs circled my already pert nipples.
“Close your eyes Isabella”
As I complied my breathing picked up at the feel of his hands on me, the tingle from his touch radiating through my body like a slow burn. The feeling grew stronger as he used his finger nails to rake slowly over my skin. Edward moved his hands in a synchronized motion over my ribs, down my hips and legs. Reaching my knees his route changed upwards as he scratched the flesh of my inner thighs.
The sensations of his nails scraping over my skin was exquisite as it teetered somewhere between mundane and tantalizing. As his fingers reached the junction between my thighs my hips involuntarily pushed out the meet them. The small whimper of protest left my throat as he completely by-passed where I wanted him to go. Instead circling around my hips and digging his fingers into the fullness of my butt cheeks.
The action caused me to monetarily lose my balance and I stumbled forward one step until I felt his warm face against my breast. It was so hard to stand still with my hands behind my back as what I really wanted to do was grasp the back of his head and clutch him to me. Instead I bit my bottom lip and settled for a small moan while Edward slowly ran the tip of his nose from one nipple to the other.
“Isabella” his lips placing small kisses along the line his nose had just traveled while he spoke against my skin “tell me…how many… reasons you… came up with”
Reason?
Searching my lust soaked brain I had no idea what he was talking about. My hesitation caused him to clarify as he circled my right nipple with the tip of his nose “You had already written three reasons why you submit, what was your final total?”
Oh…damn why didn’t I number them?
I couldn’t honestly say because I hadn’t kept count however with what Edward was doing to my body, I knew damn well that I would be adding another one. Yet at that moment all I could do was be truthful.
“Master…” god my panting made me sound needy “…your girl…didn’t number them”
“Hmmmm…” the vibration of his lips sending chills through me as he placed soft kisses along my skin while he spoke “Were there four…five…six?”
“Six Master…for sure there are at least six and more…”
At the word more Edward’s motions ceased as he question “There is more than six?”
“Yes Sir, your girl believes so”
“Very good Isabella, you have no idea how much that pleases me.” His tongue flicked my very firm nipple once before he let go of my bottom and told me to open my eyes.
“I believe I told you the higher the number the greater the reward would be. In my mind…” as he spoke Edward picked up the black velvet pouch opening the top of it and pulled out a smaller deep red organza pouch with some kind of metal chain in it. Once that was in his hands he looked up into my eyes “…I would have been happy had you only added two, so for you to have more than doubled your number, I would say you have earned your reward. Don’t you agree?”
This was always a tricky answer. On the one hand I didn’t want to appear to be selfish and on the other I didn’t want to sound like I was contradicting him either.
“Errr…yes Sir?”
“You are not sure? Because if you would rather forfeit …”
Again a tricky answer as I was torn between sounding greedy or unappreciative.
I went with the greedy “No Master, your girl will accept whatever you deem fit to give her”
Something dark crossed his eyes as they narrowed ever so slightly “You should be careful what you wish for Isabella”
Edward opened the red organza pouch, stuck his fingers inside and pulled out what looked like a small necklace made up of three silver chains. Laying it across his leg his hands reached back to grasped mine and pulled them apart as he brought them to the front of my body. “Play with your nipples, make them hard”
They already were hard but I didn’t hesitate to grip the nubs between my thumbs and forefingers, rolling them. Edward watched my hands for a few seconds before meeting my gaze as he once again ran his nails down my outer thighs. “I promised you a reward and I always keep my promises” As his nails started moving upwards he got to the point “For the rest of the evening, until I tell you otherwise, you may cum at will.”
Between my hands and his, my breathing had picked up and I was feeling extremely needy, especially when his fingers reached the spot I wanted them at. Holding my gaze his left hand moved to grasp my hip while his right one scratched lightly over my outer lips sending shocks of desire cursing through me. I wanted to push against his hand to get the contact my body was beginning to crave. Instead I stood as still as possible pulling a little harder on my nipples and feeling the muscles in my belly start to tighten. The wetness between my thighs was practically dripping out of me and I was getting ready to start begging him to please do something.
To make matters worse Edward was a calm as could be “That means there are no restrictions on where, when or how many times you orgasm. The only rule is that I be properly thanked for each one, weather the release occurs from my hand or yours”
I heard him say ‘my hand or yours’ but the words or rather their meaning didn’t exactly register at that moment because most of my attention was focused on the longing I felt. With each tug of my nipples the pressure built as did the tingle in my clit.
“Ohhhh…” the moan escaped without my permission taking a bit of the pressure away but it was right back and as always Edward noticed.
With a sly grin his fingers slipped into my wetness “I will make you another promise nâhtötse, the last orgasm will be by my hand and so will the first”
With that he plunged his fingers deep inside me while his thumb clamped over my clit making me suck in a deep breath. His hand on my hip squeezed slightly tighter as did my fingers on my nipples while Edward’s other hand proceeded to move in and out of me in a milking motion. I had never in my life felt anything like what he was doing to me. Keeping his thumb in constant contact with my clit he slid his fingers up inside me, gripped my inner wall and hit my happy spot with each downward pull.
It was fucking awesome
He added a third finger inside me, twisted his wrist so they were in a line, pressed firmer against my inner wall and proceeded to stoke me into oblivion. Edward applied more force on his fingers as he moved them faster along my wall making the pressure in my belly grow almost unbearable. Gripping my nipples I twisted and squeezed as hard as I could while Edward’s hand moved impossibly faster until I just couldn’t take it anymore and I came in a gush of wetness.
“Fuck! Mother..Fuck!”
The more I yelled the more Edward’s hand kept moving, drawing out my orgasm until I could barely stand and I had to grab his shoulders to keep from falling over. My body was shaking while I gasped for breath as I felt the wetness of my own cum dripping down my thighs.
Edward’s hand slowed but not my breathing as I leaned on his shoulders gasping for breath. My body was so relaxed that had it not been for his other hand - which was now around my back – holding me up, I would have fell to the floor.
Pulling his hand out of me, Edward wiped his wet fingers on the back of my thighs. I felt his weight shift under me as he stretched to reach for something on the bedside table. Keeping my hands on his shoulders for support I stood up straight on still shaky legs to meet his very smug expression.
Cocky Bastard
Edward raised one eyebrow at me as if he was waiting for something. Taking a deep breath so I wouldn’t sound to embarrassingly winded I spoke the words he wanted to hear “Thank you for the orgasm Master”
“You’re welcome my little cum slut”
Cum slut?
That was a new term
I didn’t get a chance to dwell on the new name for very long because Edward picked up the chain he had laid over his lap with one hand and pinched my already tender nipple with the other. The end of the chain wasn’t a normal necklace closure. Instead it reminded me of a little hangman’s noose with a silver band around it. Edward placed the hoop around my nipple and slid the band into place, effectively capturing it in the little slip knot. After repeating the process on the other side the three ascending lengths of chain hung freely between my breasts. The sensation in my nipples was the same as when I wore the bands, not at all painful yet I knew something was on them and they stood fully erect.
“Unlike the bands, the beauty of the chains…” Edward placed the back of his hand between my skin and the dangling silver “allows for this” as he said the word ‘this’ his index finger curled around the top chain tugging it and the nooses tightened around my nipples making me gasp out in a low shuttering voice. “Ooooh”
“Yes, it’s an added bonus”
Oh Shit!
Even once he had let go the tension on my nipples remained and I wondered what was going to happen if or when Edward pulled the other two chains. As I was contemplating my fate he picked up what appeared to be a double egg, a larger one attached to a smaller by a little wire. Popping open the bottle of lube he made the new hand single I had just learned earlier at Nordstrom’s, a half circle motion with an added roll.
Turning around I bent over to grasp my ankles and felt Edward’s hand pushing between my thighs, silently telling me to separate them. Having an idea of what he was going to do, I spread my legs wide and was not surprised at the feeling of the smaller egg invading my butt nor the larger one being slid into my vagina. However I was not completely expecting him to turn them on, so when the toys came to life the jolt of vibration caused me to gasp.
“Hmmm…” Edward mused and through my opened legs I watched as his hand reached down to tug on the chains. The tension on my nipples intensified and I couldn’t help the shudder that went through my body nor the whimper that left my mouth.
“I must say Isabella you have me torn between two desires. On one hand my training tells me to make you remain quiet on the other I am enjoying the sounds you’re making. That leaves me with the question of what to do…”
His deliberating wasn’t directed at me yet I continued to watch him with wide eyes and was glad when he gave me the signal to stand up. As I did he picked up the last small bottle on the table and told me to turn back around. Facing him I saw that he had removed from the black velvet pouch something that resembled a thong. It consisted of black straps only instead of a small piece of ‘V’ shaped material it had a silver ring with a long bead dangling through it. Edward had me step into the openings for my legs and he slid them upwards, stopping just short of placing the straps over my hips.
“Hold yourself open Isabella”
Not sure what he meant I hesitantly pulled both sides of my labia open while Edward used one hand to pull back the hood of my clit. In his other he held his finger over the opening of the bottle, shaking it a several times before dripping a few drops onto my very exposed clit and rubbing it in.
It took a second before the coolness hit and when it did the muscles in my stomach tightened making me all the more conscious of the vibration that was taking place deep inside me. Edward blew cool air across my exposed clit making the coldness of the gel tingle and I think I purred.
His eyes shot to mine as he blew on me again and just as before I responded noisily “You know, I think the pleasure I’m getting from all your noises is worth it so…” more cool air came and that time I not only whimpered but shook from the sensation “…unless I tell you otherwise, consider the right to be vocal part of your reward”
As Edward finished talking he closed the distance and flicked the tip of his tongue quickly across the top of my clit. The muscles in my stomach clinched as did the ones in my sex and between the throb in my nipples, the vibrations inside me and Edward’s mouth I came in a quick rush of pleasure. My body was in a state of suspended ecstasy as every muscle seemed to spasm from the release. As I came down from the high I realized that Edward was holding my hips to keep me in place while I rode out the pleasure.
I didn’t even get a chance to open my eyes before the words came pouring from my mouth “Thank you Master…thank you”
“You’re welcome” Edward said shaking the bottle to add more gel to me before pulling the strips of elastic to just below my hips. Telling me to remove my hands he used one of his to hold me open while he positioned the ring so that it encircled my over sensitive clit. After adjusting it slightly he seemed satisfied with its placement and had me adjust the strap between my cheeks and over my hips to a comfortable position.
“There…” he said with a swat to my bottom “...now you can finish dressing yourself”
Edward glanced at the clock “Five minutes Isabella and nothing else accept the dress and shoes”
I had already figured that was how it would be so I wasn’t very shocked however I did have a request “Master, would it be alright…” he didn’t seem happy at my inquiry so I got right to the point “…could your girl wear her bells?”
He seemed to deliberate for a moment before speaking “I am going to have to instruct you on the proper way to form a question but for now, yes you may”
I didn’t know there was a proper way to ask for something and I didn’t have to think about it because as Edward reached the door he turned and gave me one more bit of direction that I was not at all comfortable with. “Isabella do not wash the moisture from your thighs. Cum sluts wear the evidence of their behavior with pride.”
While I dressed I thought about what Edward had said, that was the second time he had referred to me as ‘cum slut’. It’s not that I found the title to be offensive I just didn’t understand why all of a sudden he had made the change. I also didn’t really like not being able to wash, it made me feel kind of dirty like my legs were sticking together. I was also sure that judging from the fifteen minutes it took to get me ready I was going to be a soaking mess by the end of the night.
Then again maybe that was Edward’s intention, after all my bare throbbing nipples were being lulled into happiness by the feel of the soft silk against then. My internal muscles were constantly contracting around the vibrating toys inside me and… my clit? I couldn’t even begin to explain the sensations I was having from that area of my anatomy.
Walking or moving was one thing, I had expected the bead to do its magic then. What I hadn’t considered was even motionless it was still in constant contact with the most sensitive nerves on my body. There was absolutely no way I was going to be able to ignore it. Edward’s whole set up was meant not only for stimulation but for actual release. It was as if my body had been prepared to cum hard and often.
“Cum slut” I mutter the word while clasping the anklet of bells on.
Oh shit – he wanted me to cum.
As that realization crossed my mind Edward’s words from a few moments earlier came back to me
‘That means there are no restrictions on where, when or how many times you orgasm’
And then his words that I had heard but didn’t fully comprehend began to make sense ‘from my hand or yours’
This was my reward? Orgasm after Orgasm after Orgasm…Well thank you very much Master.
Edward was on the phone when I got downstairs and he mouthed to me ‘go let Seth in’ while pointing towards the kitchen. While I was out there I filled his food dish and rinsed out the water bowl, dropping it in the sink at the sudden ceasing of vibration. The action startling Seth and making him bark.
“Sorry boy…” I told him petting his head while setting the fresh water bowl on the floor “…blame daddy for that one”
“I thought ‘daddy’ was out of the question?” At the sound of his voice I immediately presented myself. He was correct, after everything I had learned about Alice and Esme there was not a chance in hell I would ever call him ‘daddy’ – that was just too weird.
“You look lovely Isabella ” he said taking in my appearance
“Thank you Master”
“And you were right the bells work perfectly” A strange expression crossed his face and for a moment I could of sworn I saw a trace of regret but then it was gone “Come. Let’s go”
My steps faltered twice between the kitchen and the car as something akin to an electric shock ran through my body. The only difference was electricity has a biting sting to it; these shocks were pure pleasure that caused my muscles to tighten and more fluid to drip out of me.
Edward had suggested that since it was our last night of vacation before life came crashing back on us we should go out for dinner. That was fine with me, after all he didn’t need my permission to make such decisions. The restaurant he picked was the small Italian one opposite the parking area from New Moon. I had never been there but Edward assured me the atmosphere was very friendly, the food was great and the wine list impressive.
The ride itself was also impressive, at least to me it was. Every time I thought my body was growing accustomed to the …jewelry Edward adorned me with, he would hit a bump, serve or turn a corner and a new wave of pleasure would run through me.
We were only halfway there and Edward kept talking, I heard him say something about Jessica and Officer Hawk. He was telling me about the phone conversation and how he turned Jessica in and I was listening because I wanted to be kept in the know. But only a small fraction of my mind was concentrating on his words, the majority of my attention was on the ever present ache in my clit. I tried not to rub against the ring that encircled it or to use the bead as a source of friction and I failed miserably.
I couldn’t help it and even though I knew my breathing was growing deeper I squeezed my thighs together and rocked my hips. The pressure built, the fire burned and all I wanted was to…“Master…” I called out while my hips moved and rocked in any direction that would give me the most satisfaction. I could feel my legs shaking as the throbbing grew along with my panting. Had I been in my right mind it would have been embarrassing as it was I didn’t give a fuck.
I heard the words “Let it go Isabella” and then the vibration returned. My thighs squeezed together so tightly they actually shook. My head flew backwards against the carseat , moaning loudly as I let the orgasm take over. Edward reached over, slipped his hand into the opening between my breast and played with my already tormented nipple. The added sensation from the pain – and it was pain – caused me to cry out as my body was once again wracked with an intense release.
I was spent
I didn’t even feel his hand move away or when Edward turned off the toy I was too caught up in the euphoria and the visions of lights flashing against my eyelids to care. When I finally did come to my senses I realized all the panting I was doing had given me an overwhelming thirst yet I still didn’t have the strength to lift my head. I did have enough composure to say the one thing that was an absolute necessity “Thank…you Mas…ter”
Due to the huffs of air I was forced to take, the words came out broken yet they were said. Once my eyes opened I was aware that we had arrived. Edward had already parked the car, turned it off and was holding out an open bottle of water for me. Taking it with another thank you of true gratitude I drew in a long swallow as my breathing finally came under control.
“You know Isabella, there’s no reason to hold in your orgasm. I would have thought without the restriction my little cum slut would be more than eager to release. After all I highly doubt this chance will happen again, at least not anytime soon. So hold it in if you like, after all for the time being they do belong to you and it is your reward…” Edward trailed off as if in thought, then he shrugged “well, like I said do as you will”
I watched as he got out of the car to open my door, taking his hand I stepped out and felt a slight chill as the cool evening air hit the soppy wetness flooding my thighs. Using my hands to straighten my skirt I felt the back of it to make sure that the wetness hadn’t soaked through and was very glad that my happy dress was black.
I had read once where an actress was asked why she always wore the color black. Her response was that in order to stay in shape she drank an exorbitant amount of water and sometimes urine leaked from her. Disgusting as it was she wore the dark color to hide any possible wet spot. I was hoping that if it worked for pee it would hide coochie juice too; the stickiness on my legs was a different story. I really felt rather …nasty, from all the wetness and wanted to wash it off in the worse way.
Edward was right the restaurant was great; it was basically a pizza parlor that had been turned into a small sit-down eatery. There were only a dozen tables in the dimly lit room that relied more on candle light to illuminate the space then actual bulbs. Rather than sit across the table Edward slide into the booth next to me, giving a small nod to the group at the next table. He didn’t offer any introduction but I assumed the four of them were members of the club.
As was our usual Edward ordered for both of us then asked for my journal. I did what I always do when he is reading my inner most thoughts – stared straight ahead and worried over his reaction. I wouldn’t get in trouble – although last time, I almost did – still he was getting an insider’s look into the workings of my mind. Every fear, expectation and regret was laid out in nice neat rows for him to decode. It’s like someone eavesdropping in on a therapy session and I still wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
“Isabella with all the drama that surrounded the task of choosing three goals and the close bond you have developed with my Aunt, I have to ask, all these motives you wrote, are they your ideas or did she help guide you?”
I bit lip as I thought about what Edward was asking me. He must have taken my quiet confusion for something else as he spoke brusquely “Look at me”
As our eyes met he questioned “Did you at any time speak with Jane about this particular writing?”
Still unsure what he was getting at I answered honestly “No Sir”
His eyes narrowed but not in anger or disbelief it was more like …awe. “You are an amazing creature Isabella”
I couldn’t help the broad smile that took up residence on my face, that was the honestly the best compliment Edward could have ever given me. “You like the writing?”
“More important than that Isabella…” he leaned over to kiss my lips in an almost reverent way “…I love the one who wrote it.”
The waiter appeared with our soup but didn’t seem to care about our public display of affection as he placed the bowls of Pasta Fagioli on the table. Edward straightened, thanked the waiter and picked my journal back up “This is my favorite part.”
Eating my soup I listened while he read.
“There is an emotional connection between the two of us that transcends anything that I
have ever felt or dreamed to be a part of. Perhaps it comes from the commitment, or possibly it is the completion that my soul receives from him. I would like to think that the feeling is mutual and that Master receives the same satisfaction as I do from the bond we share. In fact I am very sure he must because it is only through his complete gratification in my service that I find the strength to submit. And it is in that power that only I possess –which comes from him - that Master gains the strength he needs to continue leading me. That emotional connection is what allows the two of us to be exactly what the other needs and also something that Master’s girl feast on with a furious hunger for more.”
Edward gave me a mischievous smile “furious hunger huh?”
“Like a roaring lion”
“Then perhaps you should eat” inclining his head towards my bowl of soup.
“Yes Sir”
There was no need to tell me twice because I was starving. We had eaten a late lunch however it was close to eight and the soup smelled as great as it tasted. Edward and I spoke a little more about my writing and he was more than willing to allow the composition to be an ongoing project. Half way through the main meal - a fantastic vegetable lasagna - he brought up the goals I had picked.
“I think you will make Charlie a very happy man with your first one”
I was sure that Edward was right. The whole time I had been at Dartmouth Charlie called me like clockwork every Wednesday and Sunday. Our talks were normally kept on the short side yet they always occurred. Since moving back to Seattle, it seems like I barely ever talk with him so I made it a goal to include my father in my life by calling him every Sunday evening.
I had realized over the past week just how much I had been pushing my father away which was why i had decided on that particular goal. Then after his impromptu visit to hear what Mr. Weiss had to say along with the silent acceptance or maybe it’s more of a don’t ask, don’t tell attitude towards our alter egos I was even more convinced I had chosen well.
The relationship with my father had moved on in a natural progression, I was still his daughter and always would be. I was also an adult who he could recognize as a responsible person, someone capable of making her own decisions and mature enough to live with them.
“Reflexology?” Edward questioned my second goal.
He taught Anatomy so I was fairly sure Edward knew what it was so all I could do was wonder. “You don’t consider that to be a good skill to learn?”
“No…” he grinned “…on the contrary I think it’s a very good thing and I have to admit I’m rather looking forward to it. I just wasn’t aware you had an inclination towards natural healing”
It’s not so much the healing properties of reflexology I wanted to utilize because Edward was right, I don’t believe that rubbing a certain spot on a person’s foot would cure their constipation or improve their Liver function. However I did know that a good foot massage was very relaxing and it could be sexually stimulating and who the hell could turn that down?
“The last one?” He questioned before stipulating “Explain”
I swallowed the last bite of food, giving me a few seconds to get my thoughts together before attempting to rationalize my choice. Pushing the plate away I continued looking down at the table “Well…”
Edward wasn’t having that, using his finger he lifted my chin to meet his eyes where he nodded his head once “Now speak freely and explain.”
Taking a deep breath I watched as his eyes narrowed but instead of leaving the air out in a deep sigh I swallowed hard, cleared my throat and spoke “Sir your girl…” stopping because I wasn’t exactly sure how to say what I had on my mind. Edward continued to eye me with an intense curiosity that made me hurry to clarify.
“Master after thinking of reasons why this one submits, she began to wonder how deep her submission went and she came to a few decisions. First she wants to make it very clear that there is not an ounce of space in her that would consider or even desires to attempt a twenty-four-seven relationship. But in knowing about herself she did come to understand that the submissions she originally gave to you was not sufficient. Your girl finds a deep joy in living within the parameters of your rules. She finds it oddly freeing to know that the dos and don’ts keep her within the confines of your good graces.”
“Isabella there are no conditions attached to …my good graces. Any freedom my rules give you is purely coincidental, because short of unfaithfulness there is not one thing that would change my trust in you and that is what our relationship boils down to…mutual trust”
“Yes Master this one agrees about the trust and just so you know she would never be unfaithful nor does she think that your affection for her is conditional on her behavior. However she does like, no that is not a strong enough word, she finds a deep joy in pleasing you, so much so that she is drawn to a deeper commitment. She is not exactly sure what that would be called or how it occurs but she offered her total surrender to you knowing it would be received with gratitude. This one decided that the only way to achieve the desired outcome was for her focus to be on her Master’s perspective rather than her own. That mutual trust you were speaking of becoming very important to the both of us.”
“So what exactly are you saying Isabella?”
“This one is saying that she trust you so much that there is nothing she would deny you. But she knows herself enough that in order to accomplish that without too much animosity she is going to have to keep your perspective in the forefront of her mind. This girl’s Master does things she doesn’t always understand at the time, only to learn later that there was a reason for his madness. She would learn much quicker or at least be more receptive to his plans if she would just assent – not consent - to his instruction, knowing full well there is a reason for it.“ I thought about something he had said to me way back before we even talked about contracts or limits and used that as an analogy.
“Do you remember the night you came to the pub, finding this one having dinner with Carol?”
“Yes…”
“When we walked back to the Center you said something about climbing a ladder, that it was a slow process which required a lot of tears and letting things go before making it to the top. This girl is saying that she has a need to let go and take the next step upwards”
‘And you believe that attempting to understand my reasoning will help you achieve that?”
That was not the conclusion I wanted Edward to reach but I could understand how he would “No Sir, this one would not even begin to try and decipher your rational because she would probably get it wrong. All she is saying is that she trust you and will try her hardest to remember that everything her Master does is either for her own good or his pleasure and that is what she means by remembering your point of view.”
Edward didn’t get to answer as the waiter returned to see if we needed anything else. With a shake of his head he responded “Just the check” Once we were alone again Edward remained quiet and I wondered if my choices were not what he had expected. He had told me to speak freely and I wasn’t sure if it was still an open discussion but I took a chance anyway “Master are you disappointed with the goals…”
I didn’t get to finish “No Isabella, I told you they could have been anything. You could have chosen to clean out a kitchen cabinet and that would have been sufficient. It’s just that…” he paused to give me a wry smile “…as I said before you are an amazing creature nâhtötse”
And just as before, the compliment was accompanied with a kiss.
While we waited for the waiter to return with Edward’s card the group that had been at the table next to us got up to leave. The two older men nodded at Edward and left without saying a word the third one stepped closer to our table. Through lowered eyes I appraised the middle aged olive skin man with minimal curiosity. He greeted Edward warmly while his male submissive stood dutifully behind him.
“Riley, when did you get back in town?”
“Oh…” he groaned “…we only returned last week. I absolutely adore Manhattan but I was very glad to be home and hopefully we won’t have to go again until the fall. I’m trying to talk your sister into making the trip with us but she’s perfectly content with the small pond here in Seattle.”
“Well she has the kids and don’t forget Jasper. I highly doubt he would appreciate her traipsing off to new York”
Riley made a grunting noise “ yes well she might as well be there, her and Douglas have been driving me insane with this vintage fashion show next month. I swear I’m dumping him off of her tonight and letting get all the details down so I don’t have to bothered any longer. Of course I don’t have to tell you how tenacious Alice can be; I don’t know how Jasper puts up with her. If I had to live with that woman I would need a daily dose of Prozac”
I couldn’t help the giggle drawing the attention of both men and Edward held out his hand for me to take. As I stood he placed me in front of him with one arm around my waist and the other tipping my chin so I would look at the man in front of me. “Riley I would like to introduce my Isabella”
“A pleasure to meet you my dear, although I must admit to knowing nearly all there is to know about you, right down to your bra size”
Alice!
I was totally speechless and as I stood there probably looking like an idiot with my mouth gaping open, Riley who up close was older then I had originally thought gestured over his shoulder to his much younger companion. “Ever since we got back last week, Douglas has been dying to meet you. And I must say Alice was right, you are simply stunning”
“Thank you” it was all I could say as the young man – Douglas seemed to grow even more impatient.
“Yes, yes, yes…” Riley chanted and then sighed as he stepped aside letting Douglas swarm in on me. Before I could register what was happening I was wrapped up in a tight hug “ Oh Isabella you are even more perfect then Alice said.” Stepping back Douglas – who if there had been any question as to his sexual orientation his demeanor and speech would have cleared it up – continued to eye me “You and I are going to get along fabulously…” accentuating each syllable while motioning his hand for emphasis “…and don’t you worry your pretty little head about those jealous bitches Dougie got your back. Daddy and I had already spoken about this…”
He continued talking faster than I could keep up and I wondered how much Prozac Riley needed to deal with Dougie and then the word daddy stuck in my mind and I wondered if he meant Riley or Jasper. The first question was answered with a quick snap of fingers that made both of us look at our Master’s. Dougie immediately stepped behind Riley, mouthing to me over his shoulder ‘later’.
As if in answer to his submissive’s parting word Riley looked to me “You will have to forgive him Isabella, he gets a little excited …”
A little? Holy Crap!
Riley then looked to Edward “I’ll see you over there and maybe Douglas will have calmed down enough that poor Isabella won’t be mauled”
I didn’t really mind in fact I found it to be a relief, Dougie was the first person from the club – other than family - to show me any sort of hospitality. I was still slightly hesitant at the prospect of spending time at New Moon especially with what must be a buzz of rumors surrounding Mike’s suspension and Jessica’s banishment. Plus there was all the personal material Mr. Weiss had given us about Caius. Frankly I didn’t care about his failed marriages, who his illegitimate daughter was or how many twenty year olds he was currently fucking. I just wanted him to leave me alone.
In order to get to the club we needed to walk through the parking lot and Edward stopped at the car to lock my purse in the trunk. Once it was secured he moved me to stand in between the cars so he could adjusted the way the deep plunge of material laid between my breasts. The new position showing the off the three chains that connected my nipples. Using his nail Edward skimmed over the exposed skin, wrapped his finger around the silver links and gave a quick tug.
The pain from the bands tightening around my nipples was so intense that I sucked in a deep breath as my eyes widened. With a groan of discomfort my back arched, pushing my breast out while I tried to remain still.
“That’s better” he said with satisfaction as my internal muscles tightened around the now vibrating intrusions. “You were a bit too complacent for my purposes. Besides I would expect that my little cum slut would want the full experience, yes?”
Unsure what Edward’s purpose was or why he kept calling me a cum slut, all I could do was stick to my conviction of accenting to his will “As you please Master”
The smile crept slowly across his face “Yes Isabella, as I please”
Tipping my chin up Edward leaned down to kiss me as his other hand snaked around my back to secure me forcefully to his body. It wasn’t just a small peck on the lips; this was a deep passionate kiss that had me moaning into his mouth as his hand dropped to firmly squeeze my bottom. The feel of his mouth on mine with his tongue moving sensuously against my own, the warmth of his chest rubbing against my aching nipples, the vibrations cursing through me making my clit pulse with need and the pain of him pinching my flesh was all too much. The onslaught of sensations was more than I could take. My hands fisted in his shirt as I moaned louder and shook with an orgasm that snuck up on me before I could stop it.
Edward’s hand let go of my chin to slip inside the opening of my top, cupping my right breast while his thumb teased the nipple. His mouth abandoned mine to leave soft wet kisses down my jaw as his other hand moved up my thigh snaking its way through the wetness to stroke my outer lips.
His warm breath sending shivers through me as he growled lowly in my ear “Open your legs Isabella”
Open my legs…open my legs
It took me a moment to comprehend what he had said and as my thighs parted his hand had better access but to my dismay he wasn’t taking advantage of it. My breathing had returned to a more normal pace yet I was still panting embarrassingly as I pushed against his hand and pleaded in a hushed voice “Master please”
“Please what?”
“Please, please touch your slut…”
“Mmmmm….” He hummed against my neck “Not yet little one…I’m afraid my cum slut has a whole lot more begging to do”
Moving away from me he took the hand between my thighs with him, wiping the moisture off it on my legs as he started intently into my eyes “The question is, what are you going to be begging for?”
It was a rhetorical question that was not to be answered yet once again left me wondering what he had in store for me. In the meantime the vibrations stopped and he used both hands to once again adjust my top while he continued to stare at me…waiting.
My brain had finally caught up with the situation and I realized we were tucked away yet still in a very public place and not only had I just orgasmed I begged him to make me cum again.
Oh my god! Edward was right - I was a cum slut
That was something I was going to have to think about later at the moment my Master was patiently waiting for my gratefulness. “Thank you Master for the orgasm”
He cocked one eyebrow at me “My greedy little slut took her sweet time in expressing gratitude perhaps she needs a more in-depth lesson on manners.”
Lowering my eyes at the chastisement he added “Next time your thankfulness had better be quicker, I think we shall talk about that later.” Lifting my chin he continued to give me instructions “Other than your continued etiquette the rest of our protocols are going to be very relaxed. Tonight we are not going to New Moon for any reason except for the clubs intended purpose.”
At my blank expression he smiled “Tonight nâhtötse we are going to enjoy ourselves. Our only goal is to laugh, relax and maybe let you met some new friends. So do you need me to remind you of the basic rules of contact with others or do you remember them?”
I ran the instructions through my head. Do not speak with other Dominants without Edward’s permission. Never look another Dominant in the eye. Submissive’s were fair game and I should always keep eye contact. If I had any problems at all I was to alert Master at once and let him handle the situation.
Sure that I had it down I answered “Your girl remembers”
“Good, the only other thing you need to know is, it’s Market Night, which is like a BDSM flea market of sorts. Some of the items are made and sold by club members others are from local adult stores or kink shops. It’s a fun night and like I said relaxed so even if the person behind the table is a Dom, for this evening you speak to them as if they were any other merchant that you pay for their services. If you have a question for them or you are purchasing an item you are to be respectful while holding full eye contact. If any of them give you a hard time about that, you drop their product, walk away and let me know so I can handle it. Do you understand?”
I did but a bit of apprehension ran through me as I wondered
…wasn’t he going to be with me?
