Page 56 of Vengeance of Childhood Proportions (Till Death Do Us Part #7)

Chapter Forty-Six

Holly

I was kneeling in the center of Master Mal’s dungeon.

He had remodeled his two-story house where the first floor was for family, guests, and the like.

His entire upper floor, however, was split between his master bedroom and his dungeon.

The pictures Jason had taken when he’d broken in here did not give the house justice.

True to his word, Master Mal had removed any chains and bondage equipment from both rooms. He no longer had a collar and chain attached to the foot of his bed where he would bind a former submissive at night while she slept on a floor pallet.

His large four-poster bed was now just that: a bed.

No more cuffs, ties, or hooks. And I would be the first submissive who would ever be sleeping beside him.

The dungeon still had his collection of whips, floggers, and other impact play toys, but I didn’t mind that.

Upon first walking into the space, I’d noticed the bolts and plates in the ceiling where chains used to hang.

He still had certain furniture in the room, like a spanking bench, gyno-chair, and cross.

He stated that he intended to use these pieces with me, but without the bondage aspect.

In the center of the room was now a plush pad for me to kneel.

Master Mal anticipated me being on my knees a lot and did not want me to get sore.

This pad was removable and I could bring it with me throughout the house as needed.

Under the pad was a unique idea I was dying to try out, but that was at Master Mal’s discretion.

He’d painted handprint and footprint outlines on his epoxy flooring in various positions and locations.

They were color coded, reminding me of a Twister mat.

The goal was for him to tell me which locations to put my hands and feet, and then I was to remain in that position until he released me.

Bondage without being bound.

Based on where some of those hand- and footprints were located, it was a good thing I was so flexible.

I wanted to try them out so badly, but I’d been ordered to position five, or display, on the cushioned pad.

Master Mal was currently walking around me, taking in my nakedness as well as my revealed face.

I was currently wearing the raven wig he’d first met me in with bright blue contacts.

I appreciated that he still allowed me to wear them.

It wasn’t that I thought he would recognize me as ‘Holly Marteen’ if I removed them.

I just wasn’t ready to be Holly with him yet.

Holly still had names to cross off her list.

I wanted to be his little owl just a little bit longer.

“Who does your body belong to, pet?” He was wearing a pair of low-riding black jogging pants—and nothing else. He was on display for me as I was for him. Those muscles and tattoos… God, it was so hard to concentrate with them right there in all their glory, just waiting for my tongue.

“You, Sir.”

“And you give it to me freely? To mold, to pose, to manipulate to my desire?”

A shiver ran down my spine. My nipples were hard points, begging for his attention. I didn’t think I’d ever been so turned on in my life. The fact that I was here , that I was his , that I’d signed a contract giving him claim… I was on fire .

“I do, Sir. I am yours.”

He came around behind me. I wished I was a real owl in that moment so I could turn my head completely to continue tracking him. But he’d ordered my face to remain forward, only allowing me to move my eyes to find him.

“Do you understand what giving me total control means, pet? It means more than just your body. I control your reactions . You do not come without my permission. You do not scream without my permission. I can take away your senses, can take away your voice. I can make you fly, feed that hunger brewing inside you. All my choice, my desire.”

I tried to keep my breathing even, but I knew there was a slight pant to my voice. “Yes, Sir.”

He came around to stand in front of me. I was so tempted to lower my gaze to the straining erection before my nose, but I kept my eyes up on his.

I would obey.

The approval in his eyes made me preen, pushing my breasts up towards him just a little more.

“Very good, Little Owl. Now, keep your eyes on me and your hands where they are. Open your delectable mouth and stick out your tongue. You are not to move, you are not to lick, swallow, or suck while I fuck your throat. If you gag, breathe through it. If you can’t breathe, trust that I will give you air when I am ready. ”

I swallowed hard, saliva pooling in anticipation of being used so completely. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue as ordered. My entire body was humming, needing to be taken by him.

“Oh, and, pet?”

I did not speak, just stared up at him.

He reached into the pocket of his joggers to pull out a small black remote.

My eyes widened as I realized his intention.

After arriving at his house, before even being given a tour, he’d had me strip, bent me over the couch, and placed a vaginal egg inside of me that he could turn on and off as he wished.

He claimed it had a long enough range where it could reach me wherever I was inside of the house.

He flicked the button on and immediately my pussy clenched around the sudden intense pulsations.

He immediately saw my reaction and waggled his finger in front of my face.

“Uh huh, pet. No moaning. That throat is going to be too busy around my cock to moan.” He pocketed the remote.

I didn’t know if this was the low, medium, or high setting, but I prayed he didn’t turn it up if he expected me to remain silent.

Master Mal lowered the band of his joggers down under his balls. He took his thick cock in hand, aiming the tip at my open, waiting mouth. “Remember to breathe through your nose, pet. And since this is our celebration weekend, I’ll be generous and let you come—but only after I do.”