RSS Feed

Consequences of Disobedience

Cover 200x300Chapter 16 – Consequences of Disobedience – Mine

Just a taste of my newly published book. Tell me what you think.

“Are you pleased, Cara?” You stare down at me through hooded eyes while winding my hair through your fingers.

“Yes, My Heart, I am.”

You are pulling my hair harder than is normal, the look in your eyes is contemplative, and my heart skips a beat as I watch you searching the room.

“Don’t move, Cara. Stay right where you are, close your eyes and keep them closed.”

I hear you walk across the room to your bags; I want to look but you have commanded me to keep my eyes closed. I hear you in your large suitcase. Something rattles, and then you are before me again. Something cold touches my hip, and then you slip something over my head across my eyes.

“Open your eyes Cara, can you see?”

“No, My, it is dark.”

“How do you feel in the dark, my Cara? Does it bother you?”

“A little, My. I trust you though. I can tolerate the dark because I trust you.”

“That is good, my sweet disobedient girl. Trust is always needful. Move up on the bed now and put your hands above your head.”

I slide to the center of the bed with my back to the cool leather on the headboard and raise my hands as you have commanded. I feel bands slip over my hands, and you tighten them around my wrists, testing them to be certain I cannot slip out of them. They are tight, and when I pull, they tighten even further. These are not the fur covered handcuffs but something different, something more confining that you have attached to the eye-ring at the top of the bed.

Kneeling between my legs, you begin to run your fingers down my body delicately, and starting at my bound wrists, gentle runs down the inside of my arms and then across my collarbone, across the outside of my breasts. Using both hands you push my breasts together until the nipples are nearly touching, then you lean down to take first one then the other into your mouth, pulling each hard, swirling you tongue across them until they harden and pucker, darkening in pleasure.

You continue your exploration running your hands down my sides, sending shivers up my spine. My breath quickens and soft moans escape me as your hands grab my thighs, push them apart, raising me up onto your knees.

“Lift your ass up woman; don’t make me do all the work!”

I feel the soft fur of the wedge pillow as you push it beneath me, lifting me so my ass and cunt are tilted up and nearly immobile. Your hands continue their exploration, running down my legs, first the outside, then under my knees; I try to pull my legs together as you touch sensitive spots.

“Stop. Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

I freeze where I lay, legs spread and ass up with cold air blowing on me. I feel your hands continue their exploration reaching my ankles, encircling first one, lifting my foot to your lips where you place a soft kiss on the top before I feel you snap something around the ankle you are holding and tighten it, gently lowering my foot back to the bed. Again, I feel your hand run from thigh to ankle, lifting my foot you again kiss the top of my foot this time running your tongue gently to my ankle before once again snapping a restraint around it. I can feel something holding my legs apart, something pushing between my ankles spreading me, restraining me; I feel vulnerable and exposed arms stretched above my head, legs spread and ass lifted up to you.

“Are you okay, Cara?”

“I am a little afraid, My. I cannot move.”

“No, Cara, you can only lay as I tell you, do as I tell you and be quiet from now on. Are you okay?”

“Yes, My Beloved Master, I am fine. I trust you.”

“You need a bit of a lesson, Cara; you have been a bit hardheaded, disobedient even.”

“Yes, My, I have been. I am so sorry.”

“Shh, no talking Cara; from now on no sound unless I ask you a question.”

About Scarlett Baker

Writer, artist and thrill seeker. Scarlett is a mystery, even to herself at times. Her exploration of love stories with a touch of the dark began when she found herself single and dangling by a thread of hope mixed with a splash of the terrible. Faced with being alone for the first time in nearly twenty years, with not a clue what to do with a vast future she decided to explore the world of her fantasies, something she had done little of up until now.

One response »

  1. Mr. Militant Negro

    Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.



Talk Dirty To Me

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: