But she could do nothing about that.
He moved his hand to the object in her bottom, lightly pressing it in different directions to remind her it was there, and to cause the need inside of her to flare. She knew, now, that he knew exactly what his touch would do to her.
“Today you are to get a new plug in your bottom, Miss Blanchet. A bigger one, one that, with your red bottom, will make it very difficult for you to sit. Climb up, place your knees together on the bed and lift your lovely bottom.”
Lina obeyed, lifting her bottom upward, the cool air of the room licking at her dripping cunny.
Mr. Blanchet tugged at the object in her bottom, and slid it slowly out, then back in, and, pumping it very gently, he began to speak.
“Today I will also spread your legs open and fuck your cunny, Miss Blanchet. So it is very, very good that you have enjoyed your discipline. You must learn to enjoy the feel of a man’s cock inside your mouth, and here, and in your cunny. Do you understand, Miss Blanchet?”
“Yes, master. I understand,” Lina murmured, her eyes blank as her mind was consumed by the ache in her bottom, the twisting and pulling of the object inside. How much larger would the new object be? She hoped it would press on her as this one had at first, that she would be even more full than before...
Mr. Blackstone abandoned her bottom, and she sensed that he was moving behind her—away, to the wall of sexual devices. Cautiously, she edged herself to a slight angle, so that she could, if she strained hard enough, see a glimpse of him as he turned around.
“Do not be so foolish, Miss Blanchet, as to believe I do not know when you move and attempt to look at me,” he said, without turning his back. “You wouldn’t want to be punished yet again, would you?”
She didn’t answer, because her heart had stopped cold for a beat within her chest.
“Or perhaps you would?” he said, and she heard that he was returning. He touched her burning welts again.
“No, sir,” she said quietly.
“Get up on your hands and knees again, my pet,” he said.
He did not seem to notice that he called her by the affectionate term, and Lina’s heart swelled as it had before, only even more so, for he had possessed her in his speech.
He covered her eyes again with the blindfold.
Lina turned her chin, as though to look back at him. The temptation to ask him why he wanted her blindfolded was bubbling up inside of her, and she had to resist very hard to keep herself quiet.
“Now lie down, Miss Blanchet, face up upon the bed.”
She obeyed him, and several moments passed without him saying anything or touching her. But she was certain that he was devouring her with his eyes, and the thought of it was as powerful as if he had actually touched her. She wanted to cover herself, especially the betraying parts of her—her nipples, which had become hard and sore, and her cunny, which was throbbing so wildly and so wet, that she was sure even Mr. Blackstone would be aghast.
“When your master wants to fuck you, Miss Blanchet, he shall choose the way you are to lay your body out for him. I want you to do as I command you, and then I will restrain you so that you cannot move, but you will first obey me, so that you understand your actions must be submissive and obedient.”
Her lips parted, and she whispered, “Yes, sir.”
“Bring your hands together at your navel,” he said quietly, his voice the calm and commanding tone which had first made her shiver pleasurably so many weeks ago at Green Grove Manor. “Now bend your knees, and bring your legs up to your chest, spreading them so that your hands are between your thighs. Yes, just like that.”
Lina could feel her cheeks getting red, especially as she spread her legs and pictured herself, wide open, with Mr. Blackstone looking on.
“Hook your elbow under your knee, on each side, as though your leg is a dance-partner,” he said, his voice a rumble now. She obeyed, hesitant, unclear what he might want of her.
“Very good. Now, use your arms to spread your legs wide open to me, Miss Blanchet.”
“I—” she began, but cut herself off, even though Mr. Blackstone was talking over her as well.
“You will obey,” he said quietly.
She obeyed, and sniffed quietly as a sob of humiliation caught her unaware and threatened to escape. The air of the room was cool where she was wet: between her legs, on the insides of her thighs, snaking down to her bottom-hole.
Mr. Blackstone secured her, one appendage at a time, so that her wrists were pulled down and to the sides, prying her legs open, and her ankles were also secured, so that the lower part of her legs could not bounce up. She was completely immobilized, her legs spread wide, her cunny exposed and dripping before Mr. Blackstone. And she could not see him, where he was, what he would do to her.
The very next sensation she felt was so unexpected that her whole body strained against the ropes holding her. When the seizure became trapped inside of her she shrieked. It took her a moment to realize that the sensation was pleasure—a pleasure so intense it burned like the crack of a cane. She tried to place it, to figure out what was causing it, for it felt very much like Mr. Blackstone’s fingers on her cunny, and yet softer, faster, wetter.
Warmer.
