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Circlets of Iron She thrilled to the cool weight of iron circling her wrists. The short chain that hung between them brushed against her cheeks as she shifted with the master's movement of her. His large hands pressed down hard on her shoulders to sit her upon the end of a small bench, making her ass slap on the wood. He knelt before her and pushed her knees apart, then wider still. She had to work to maintain her balance. He wanted her displayed to him and indeed she was. With each breath she smelled the leather of the wide strap tied across her mouth. She was excited by the tightness of it cinched around her head. She was grateful for this gag, in one way, for she could smile her pleasure beneath it without the master seeing her. In another way, though, if the gag was not there, perhaps she could have goaded him into more than he had already planned for her. She watched the master curl to latch her ankle cuffs out to rings upon the floor, securing her bent legs open such that, even if she wanted too, she could not bring her knees together. Did he know that she was excited by his gaze on her displayed softness? Did he know that she loved the feel of air cooling her moisture? Did he know that she had missed this sort of activity with him? So very long had it been since he'd made more use of her than housemaid. "We have a playmate today, little one." The master grinned at her as he rose and walked around her, securing the middle link of her wrist chain to a ring on the bench, immediately behind her buttocks. The cool touch of that metal and his knuckles brushing her, sent an excited shiver through her as well. She watched over her shoulder as he stripped off his shirt, then draped it across the other end of the bench. Her gaze drifted from her master then, as the other joined them. He was a large fellow, very dark skinned. His hair hung in neat braids to his shoulders. The master greeted him as 'layton' and instructed him to stand between her knees and remove his leather thong. Her eyes followed down across layton's massive, well-formed body, as he calmly unstrapped his garment and pulled it away, releasing his thick member to dangle between his legs. She could see that he was not yet aroused but already seemed so large, hanging there near her face. She began to wonder if her intentional error, seeking the master's punishment, had been a true mistake. These thoughts were put aside as the master sat on the bench behind her. He had removed his trousers as well, for as he sat close around her. She felt his bare thighs softly embracing her hips. She felt the warmth of his smooth chest at her back and his soft member pressing against her fingers. Her brows furrowed in curiosity as the master did a very unusual thing. He unstrapped her collar and tossed it aside. He'd never taken her collar off before. She'd worn it always, since the day he claimed ownership. Her master's once familiar hands slid around her waist then up to cup her breasts. He leaned her back against him and naturally her gaze shifted up to find layton watching her. His expression showed no emotion at all. The master's hands knew precisely where and how to apply their magic, even though it had been months since he'd bothered. He gently caressed the heavy swells of her breasts then his fingers flicked and teased to harden her nipples. Her eyes lowered in reaction to his attention and she saw layton preparing his member, stroking it. She swallowed against both fear and wanting of the smooth blunt tip that appeared and disappeared between his curled fingers. The leather gag muffled her moan as the master's mouth sucked a bite from her shoulder. Her body arched, pressing her breasts more firmly into hands. One hand began to slide downward again across her stomach then her abdomen, til his fingers grasped between her legs and she rattled the latches at her ankles. Still her eyes watched layton. His hand's motion was having significant effect. His member had grown larger and quite stiff. He slowed his strokes to merely maintain his rigid condition while the master's hands were probing her own readiness. He slipped two fingers along her open lips then spread them apart and dipped a finger just inside her. She already knew what he was discovering. She was nearly dripping with moisture. With his arm around her and reaching into her softest bounty, the master kept her pinned well against him while his other hand left her breasts. She gasped against her leather gag as his fingers slipped around her throat. They were not oppressive enough to cut off her air, but bound her back against his shoulder firmly. He was playing her precisely as he knew she wanted to be played. The bindings, his restriction at her throat, all were triggers for her, and the master knew this very well, at least from memory, if not recent practice. He then shifted her as much as her bindings would allow, scooting her buttocks forward and opening her more to his questing hand. His fingers probed more deeply til her inner muscles began to flex around them. Then, the master's soft deep voice warmed her ear and commanded layton to kneel. Such agony seized her as her master's fingers left her. She was again empty, aching. His moistened hand pulled up until his arm was wrapped tightly across her waist. His hand at her throat still held her firmly against him. She had to concentrate to breathe gingerly against her master's restraint. Her tilted head still afforded her a view of layton, as he knelt, as his large dark hands wrapped over her pale thighs, as his fingers slid forward and his hips pressed forward too. The blunt smooth head of his thickness was warm against her moisture. He was poised. She barely breathed. She felt the master shift his face against her cheek then his mouth bit hard into her neck as layton executed the nodded command. He slid full into her, in one smooth stroke. Her own body helped him, for her master's biting kiss made her shift her hips forward. She was frozen for a moment, in breathless pain and pleasure. Her inner core and lungs were both filled to capacity. She was pinned open by layton's hips and pressed hard against the master by his own hands. She was pierced deeply and stretched to her limits by layton's stanchion. Breathe! she thought. When her mind began to clear from the initial sharpness of it all, she had to tell herself to Breathe! Finally she did. She released the air from her aching lungs and let her abdomen collapse with an exhale hissed and huffed against the leather gag. Her tensed body relaxed slowly and tried to adjust, though both her master and layton had more control of it than she. Her eyes drifted open. Only then did she realize that she had squeezed them tightly shut. She saw layton's hips pressed between her thighs and his hands contrasted on her skin. Her gaze drifted upward, across his ribs and chest, the light and shadow of his shoulders and throat. Eventually, she met his eyes and there was nothing. He looked at her, but gave her nothing of himself. He was following the commands of her master and nothing more. His look was steady, almost stern. He was buried deeply in her but looking through her. Before the weight of this took hold, she moaned against the leather gag, for layton pulled away from her then pushed back in again. Her nostrils flared as she huffed against the gag and tried to swallow against her master's hand at her throat. Her moans became more plaintive. Her hissed breathing grew more urgent as layton worked into her and out of her again. Her master's arm held fast across her waist, to see that she could not change the strokes in any way. It was all to be her playmate's rhythm and nothing of her own. She was completely without control and the master knew this was her best wish. Layton's fingers began to grip and knead at her thighs, using her own legs as leverage while shifting his hips against her and back. Again her eyes lifted. Again she locked into his gaze, but she felt nothing, nothing but his concentration on the connection between them. Deep inside, he tapped at her and she winced. He began to pound at her and she hissed muffled moans and cries against the leather across her mouth. She sucked precious air in between, as much as possible. She felt her own tightening begin, the breathtaking tension deep within her, that made an ache and then a misery and then exploded into a wave of racking moans. The sounds that escaped her throat were growling and erratic. Her eyes closed onto darkness that burst into bright light. A vague awareness felt her master's grip tighten on her throat and around her waist while she jerked against layton pumping his last. Then he groaned as well, with his delivery. Her thighs quivered beneath his hands, for his hips were pressed hard in and had her spread apart, long past discomfort. Yet, her mind was beyond that. It had crossed over and was floating free, adrift in a mist, while her body dealt with the rest. Too soon her mind began to drift back. The soft cool white mist was dissipating into reality again. She knew she was still jerking with layton's last pulses. She felt her master's hands slide away from her. She wanted to collapse, but her body was still splayed and chained and could not yet relax. Slowly her eyelids drew up and again she looked into layton's eyes, as she felt him soften and slip from her. She saw his gaze flicker from her then back. What was he telling her? There was a message in his eyes but she couldn't read it. Somewhere behind her, she heard shuffling, then a door creaking. The door closed, slowly, deliberately. She struggled to stay upright, for her arms as they were bound, would not let her lay back onto the bench, as she wanted to. Layton curled over to release her ankles then his dark hands helped her step her feet together. He leaned close and reached around her to unhook the short chain from the circlets of iron. The iron was still on her wrists, but her arms were free. He helped her draw her stiff arms back around to a more comfortable position. Much to her surprise, layton then sat behind her on the bench. His strong thighs appeared on either side of her. Worn as she was, it was easy to let her head drop forward so he could work loose the leather knot and remove her gag. After he laid that aside, layton's arms slipped around her gently and pulled her to rest against him. She relaxed within his arms but her mind was unable to rest. This had all been very confusing, not at all what she might have expected, not at all like her master's habits, though admittedly, he'd not shared with her in some time. She looked across at her collar still lying upon the floor. Dread pushed at the back of her throat. Things were not right. She drew on a life of custom for comfort. "I should clean up and be ready when he comes back for me." She said it quietly with her weak voice. Layton hesitated. He swept tendrils of hair from her face, where they hung dampened by perspiration. "No." He wished he had not been assigned this part of the task. "He will not return." She twisted within layton's arms to look up at him with tears welling in her eyes. "But why? He is leaving me here?" Now she had many questions but they were caught in the teardrop sliding down her cheek. The feeling of dread spilled over. She opened her mouth to speak again but all she could do was draw a shuddered breath through her soft quivering lips. Through her watery gaze, she could at least see a connection in layton's eyes. At last he seemed to be really looking at her. She thought she saw compassion there, at least, she needed to believe that just now. His voice was deep and warm and quiet. "He could not say this to you." His fingers brushed across her tears. "Your master has lost his taste for..." Layton shrugged, not sure how best to explain this. "He wanted once more to share with you before giving you away." He was sure he wasn't getting this right, but she seemed to understand him. She searched his face and her memory. Looking back, the months with nothing more than chores now made sense. Her master had acquired a couple of young men, just workers she'd thought, and shortly thereafter, he'd stopped calling her to his chambers. Until now, she was afraid she'd been at fault in some way, but if her master had merely discovered something different within himself, then maybe she could live with it. Maybe she would find usefulness here in this castle. She looked down at her wrists, still bearing the cool metal rings of hammered and formed iron. Her master had brought these with him. She recognized the trader's emblem on one latch. She'd last worn them at auction when he purchased her years ago. Odd for him to keep them all this time. Odd for him to leave her just as he'd found her. Another teardrop slid over her cheek as she whispered to layton, "Might I be allowed to keep these?" "Yes, I think so." She leaned into layton's chest, resting her pale cheek against his dark skin. She muttered, mostly to herself, "If he doesn't come back for them." But she meant... if he doesn't come back for me. |
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