I donāt understand what there is to talk about, Sir. I made a mistake; I know what I did wrong. And I forgot to message you. Itās a thing. And Iām being honest about my state of being, Sir. I donāt like sitting still for long periods of time. And being restrained like that where I couldnāt even shift or do something just made me crazy, Sir. Ever since I was little. Thatās a thing, too. I use to play chess with Sully, and never could sit to play a game. But I had to make ten moves so I just moved the pawns around, grabbed my PEZ, and dragged him around the farm. Mars use to try and braid my hair like Mom, but I never sat for that, either. And now I just donāt like my hair up. It itches, Sir. And I donāt like not moving for long periods of time.
I donāt really understand whatās to be dealt with..Iāve apologized, Sir, and I know where I went wrong. I know why I went for a run, too. And itās why Iām playing my ocarina to the moon. Because I canāt play for Winter. I know I have a lot to learn, Sir - itās why Iām here. But I donāt really think thereās anything I can learn from this situation.
Except I was fine, Sir. And you were busy and I couldnāt stay there, okay? You know that feeling when you try to take your shirt off and it gets stuck over your head? And itās one of those..you can breathe but it feels like you canāt, and you feel trapped and you cnaāt really move? I needed to get out and run. I donāt like staying still for that long at all. Yes, I understand, Sir. But any punishment from my Master wouldnāt of been as bad as staying in that room for thirty more seconds, even. Thatās just how I feel, and I donāt mean it in any offensive way, or to come off like Iām talking back. Itās just how I honestly felt. And Iām really sorry if I offended you by leaving. But I didnāt need comfort or medical treatment or praise..I just needed..out.
Can you understand, Sir? That waiting for you to be free so I dindāt interrupt you with another save who possibly did need the physical comfort from you, letting you make sure I was fine and explaining why I needed out..it would of taken too long and I was already anxious before I was untied.
I can understand that. But I could not know your state without knowing even the reason why you left. You might have been fine but I didn't know that. And I didn't say you offended me, I'm concerned you might, with another Master. I want you to take good care of yourself. But I cannot let it pass without giving you a warning and talking to you about it tomorrow. I want you to take a deep breath. And remember that I only ever try to guide you to your growth and to the best of you. As I have said, once you were out and your mind was feeling clearer, you should have messaged me. If you have done that, I would have been less worried then, and less worried now. The fact you didn't, makes me concerned about the matter of your full honesty about your state. As dos your statement that you deemed another slave's worth above yours, and therefore made a decision that wasn't in your hands to make, as not not warn me. Either beforehand on any of the times I got close to you, or after you felt clearer.Ā
I am not attacking you, I'm guiding you. Breathe in, try to relax your thoughts and muscles, and think about what I'm telling you. I think there are things you need to think about, things you need to learn, things you should know exactly to avoid such a situation as a panic attack as much as one can. Every time something of that matter happens, it high lights problems, those problems need to be solved, so that a new attack doesn't happen for the same reasons.Ā
I will not have this full conversation with you through the phone. I will have you come with me tomorrow. We will exercise, burn down energy, and then we will talk. I will explain to you what you did wrong, then and now, what went wrong with the situation as a whole, and decide what we will do about it. Until then, I want you to take it out of your mind and get some rest. These are orders.
We will talk about that tomorrow. And yes, I am sure. I wake up early for my run anyway. We can run together, and then we will talk. There is one thing, however, I will have you answer me now. Never. Walk away from a session without warning or waiting for your Master. Understood? You could have seriously injured yourself, and you could offend your Master, which wouldn't end well for you either. Do you understand? If you are feeling panicked and you do happen to step away, you must give warnings once you can think clearly.
Because I just got out of the shower, Sir? My hairās still wet. But Iām letting it air dry while I play. Iād still be outside, but I got tired of running and needed a shower. And I really donāt want to go back in that room right now. Makes me itchy or something.
Iām fine, Sir. I promise. We agreed on honesty, remember? The cold water felt good on my wrists, and itās not like they were bleeding or anything. I just didnāt expect my hair to be up or to be tied for so long.
We did. And as a token of that trust, I will allow you to stay in tonight. But on the condition that you are heading over to me. Tomorrow morning as the first thing when you wake up. You are going to message me, and you are going to meet me so I can see for myself. Clear?
Who: James Clarington and Daliah Berry.
Where: Suite, Music Room, Grounds.
When: August, 18th. After Gavin's lesson.
James walked back towards the living room after making sure Gavin had been properly escorted back to his room, and safely. He was serene as he turned his attention back to Daliah, and walked back to where he had left her, before he had turned around, laying on the low bed he had gotten sorted out for their lesson, in the place of the coffee table. As much as he enjoyed having diversity and training and lessons, he also enjoy the calmness, and his moments with Daliah used to be very serene, which he liked. He also enjoyed the opportunity to play the piano, though he wouldn't confess it. And mostly to have some company that wouldn't require an agitated energy from him. It was a good way to come down, from the earlier noise.
Daliah was half asleep on the bed. It had been an intense night. She wasn't sure how many times she had orgasmed. She lost track, really. She was thankful she was spending the night because she wasn't sure if she'd be able to walk back to her room. She felt the bed dip and opened her eyes, offering James a small smile. She had a blanket over her and she moved some over to James. "Are you happy with how the lesson went, Sir?"
James chuckled as she tried to cover him and gently put her hand at rest, while caressing her leg slowly, circling it up to her hip, his eyes gleaming. "I am pleased, yes. What about you, flower?" he asked as he leaned and kissed over a mark he had left on her neck earlier. "Is there any energy left for the piano?" he asked, amused at her abandoned state. Daliah was a sweet girl, and he enjoyed both her brain and body. He pinched her nipple lightly just to poke at her lazy state and smiled. "You may walk as you are, no dressing up needed." he rose an eyebrow.
Daliah felt herself blush, giggling softly as he kissed her neck. It tickled and she was worn out enough not to try and cover it up. She moved so she was facing him on her side. "I think he picked it up," she said softly, voice a little rough from the noises she had made earlier. "I think I might have some energy." She let out a little squeak as he pinched her, squirming away with a smile. "But I don't have anything on!"
James laughed softly at her giggle and posterior squeak. "I believe so as well... Not to say he had a good teacher and good practice model." his lips quirked. "You did exceedingly well, flower. I am very pleased with you." He was proud of how she had behaved, and how quickly she learned, how fast she grew. He hummed as he pulled the cover off of her and rose eyebrows. "Oh? I believed I knew that when I ordered you." he smirked. "You may wash yourself. I'll wait." he said, nonchalant, nodding towards the half bathroom's door, as they were in the living room.
Daliah blushed even harder. It was one thing to be naked in the bed, but something totally different somewhere else. "Yes, Sir," she said before going into the bathroom. She washed herself quickly, running a brush through her hair before coming back into the living room. She bit her lip, legs still wabling a bit. "What if I get cold, Sir?"
James smiled at her flushed face, admiring the color on her. As he got back, he got up and walked to her, with a light hum, he nodded towards the door. "That is why the whole school is heated. There is no one outside flower, we'll walk directly to the music room." he looked at her, offering her his hand. "Do you trust me?" he asked, serious, holding her gaze firmly.
Daliah put her hand in his immediately. She did trust him. She knew James wouldn't do anything to hurt her. She was just nervous for someone to see her. She didn't mind being alone but it was a different story outside of the room. "I do," she said with a genuine smile. "I do trust you, Sir."
James nodded at her smile. "Good." he said, squeezing her hand, before letting it go as he gestured towards the door, before starting to make his way there, expecting her to follow. "What is pleasing to the eyes should never be hidden, Daliah." he says as they get out after he gets his shoes on, and he glances at her as they step out on the corridor, wanting to see how she feels, before they start to walk down it, having to take the stairs down and make their way through a covered open corridor to the teaching wing, where the music room was. "Stand upstraight and portray yourself proudly." he instructed. "Humbleness and pride are not necessarily exclusive, but insecurity and pride are." he observes her pleased. "You have gorgeous forms, aren't you happy to please someone else with the sight of you?"
Daliah knew that she wasn't a bad looking girl. People seemed to enjoy the way she looked. But she had never been one for public nudity. It was weird to her. She did straighten up, not wanting to disobey an order. It was hard for her to try and keep a straight face. "I am, Sir." She kept close behind him as they walked. "I want to make any Master or Mistress I'm with happy."
James watched her, he knew it could be hard for her but it was training as anything else. "Could you recite to me the qualities of an accomplished Body Slave, Daliah?" he asked, as he guided her downstairs, his step secure and easy. He had no worries about anyone that might or might not see them, specially because of the late hour. He was quite sure not even the guards would notice them, in the silence of the night.
Daliah bit her lip as she looked down at her feet. She knew she had known it at some point but she knew the points might be rusty. "They should be attractive," she said quietly. "They should be comfortable with nudity. They should be ready and willing to entertain at their Master's request."
James nodded, glancing at her, "Eyes up, flower." he said, as he saw her look down, and they crossed the reception area to the passage towards the wing. "You are correct." he agreed, "But first and foremost the most important ability of an accomplished Body Slave is to become a part of the environment they are settled in. At a point, the pleasure of serving, however that is requested, whether by performing or simply standing in silence, or spread for viewing pleasure, should overtake everything else." he instructed calmly. "It takes time, and training, but it's something to be achieved, as I'm sure Carmel will aim for. You hold on to fears, pretty Daliah, worries and concerns, but you will be trained to fully enter a space where nothing matter but the Master will," he said as they crossed over to the teaching wing, and he pushed the door open for her as it was heavy, "and on that space there is no need for any kind of weariness, for nothing that will, can, might, or shall happen is of your concern."
Daliah knew he was right deep down. She didn't have to worry about anything. She was treasured, or at least would be to her master. There was nothing the she needed to worry about other than making sure her master was happy. It was easy for her to say it, but it was another thing to do it. She looked ahead of her, not wanting to displease James. She gave him a small smile as she entered the wing. She wanted to ask if they would get in trouble but she knew James would take care of anything that might come up. "Yes, Sir." Her tone was even, not sounding like the bundle of nerves she felt like.
James tilted his head. Her voice sounded flat instead of relaxed and warm like it had been before. "Training may be harsh but it is how we grow, Daliah." he said, gently. "It is best to learn slowly from a hand we know, then to be shocked up levels by a stranger's hand." he made a note to himself to message Sullivan about that. "Once you've grown to know and accept that space, everything, not only Body training, will become easier." his voice was calm as he led her through the doors, and towards the music room. As a Master, he could wander anywhere, at any hours, and he considered it to be one of the perks of the Academy. "It's a space tightly twined with the bonded space, but not always one implicates the other. Have you studied bounded space yet?"
Daliah listened closely to James, wanting to retain all the information he was saying. Her heart was in her throat. She thought she had been trained well. She had learned what she thought was important for a personal slave. But it seemed more and more that it wasn't. It made her upset with herself. "No, Sir," she answered honestly. No reason to lie to him. "Mostly just what's needed for each type of slave."
James glanced at her as they walked and as he heard her, he nodded, calmly and looked up. "Let me show you, then." Instead of taking her o the left as he would for the music room, he nodded towards the glass door that opened to the classes's courtyard. "Come." he said, wanting her to follow him. It was dark but lit with moonlight. He closed the door after her and walked with her until the center. He told her to stop then. "Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and empty your mind." he ordered, as he stepped away from her. "Focus on my voice." he commanded, starting to walk rhythmically and slowly around her. "Can you hear me?" he asked, calmly.
Daliah followed James outside, heart starting to beat faster. Anyone could look out and see her like this. It was nerve wracking. But she stayed still, stopping when he told her to. She closed her eyes, trying to listen as he moved around her. "I can, Sir." She kept her eyes closed, trying to see him moving around her in her mind.
James circled slowly around her, but from distance, wanting her to hear the calm click of his steps, and focus on that. At the hour of dawn the probability of someone being in a classroom to look out was slim, but he knew the sensation would be daunting in a way. The air on her skin. He wished her to feel it and overcome it to think of something else. "Relax." he ordered, calmly, "Breathe in... Breathe out... Focus on my voice, my steps, me." his voice met the rhythm of his steps in a chant. "That is all that matters. Do you know where you are now?" he asked, watching her as he walked, keeping his steps present so she knew he was there.
Daliah tried to relax as best she could. It was hard to when she knew that she was exposed. She took even breaths as she tried to calm down. It was easy to sync her breathing with his steps. She managed to do it after a few minutes, floating just a little bit. "I'm in the courtyard," she whispered.
James shook his head gently, as he walked, though he know she couldn't see it. "No. It does not matter where you are." he said, as he approached slowly, stepping away from the circle and directly to her as he spoke, until he was in front of her. "You are with me." his voice was assured, his tone secure, steady. "Focus." he said again, almost like wanting to engage her mind on a mantra and he reached for her, pressing his palm against her neck and holding her like he had when she was in his lap at the party, when she had forgotten about everything and focused only on him. "Can you feel me?" he asked, serious, stepping one step closer. "You are safe." he stated, "You are with me. Under my hand. And nothing that is not my will can happen to you. Do you know where you are, Daliah?" he asked again.
Daliah felt everything stop as his hand moved to her neck. The touch helped her center, helped her relax. She knew she must look more relaxed physically, eyes still tightly closed. Her breathing was still slow as if she was going to fall asleep. "I'm with you," she said, voice even softer than before. "I'm with you." She felt like she was going to fall over at any moment. But it didn't matter. Master James would catch her.
James had a calm, steady aura about him, even his heart was steady, his breathing, and he was pleased to see her relaxed but even that came under a haze of calm. To guide her to the mindset he wanted, he needed to allow himself to dip into his role as well. As he heard her, seeing her breasts move slowly almost in sync with his own breath, he nodded, and let his thumb brush slowly, then press against her lip. "Is there anything that matters, other than what I tell you?" he asked, and again he got even closer, his warm breath over her now, gently grounding her to him and nothing else. "Is there anyone that matters other than me now?" he asked again, eyes fixed on her face, even as she had her own eyes closed.
Daliah lost everything around her. James seemed far away, almost like he was on the other side of the courtyard. But she could still hear him, feel him close to her. She knew that she needed to answer him. It was like her whole brain was fuzzy. She tried to focus on his words, shaking her head after a few moments. "Only you, Sir."
James voice is smooth and his tone low, as he speaks again. "Open your eyes." and he's looking directly into hers, as if to receive her with his gaze, keeping hers up by the hand on her throat, locking her down. He feels it, the step on her mind, he can almost touch it, and he's forgotten how exhilarating and yet almost in a religious way, that can be. Guiding a slave into bounded space, step by step. "Who do you belong to?" he asks, directly, a heavy authoritatively command to his tone, and his question is spoken over her lips.
Daliah opened her eyes immediately. She would have done anything he asked in that moment. There's nothing she wouldn't do for James right now. She trusted that he wouldn't let her get hurt or do something that could ruin her. "You," she said, her voice quiet but confident. "I belong to you."
James looked into Daliah's big brown eyes and he could almost see how given she was through her eyes, open and readable to him, not tense like before. She was his now. And he had the confirmation with her answer. No hesitation, no nervousness. "Yes. You are." he affirmed, with certainty. He ran his thumb across her jaw and held the feeling for a couple of minutes, before he nodded and let his hand slip carefully from her neck to her heart. "Close your eyes again, breathe in, deep, smell the plants, hear the night, open your eyes again." he ordered, as he gently let the atmosphere slip, carefully and firmly guiding her back. "Look at me." he ordered, and after inspecting her eyes, he leaned in and kissed her face. "Good girl, flower. Now come, we still have songs to play." he said, as he offered his arm for her to hold, letting her do that so she would have some grounding as he guided her mind back.
Daliah didn't know how much time was going by. She didn't care about anything, only what James wanted her to do. She followed his instructions, eyes still a bit unfocused when she looked at him. She felt like he was closer when James was talking. Not next to her but closer. She took his arm, falling just half a step behind him as he guided her to the music room.
James gave time for her mind to slowly settle. He guided her through the corridors after closing the door and to the last stairs before they were where he wanted. "Do you understand now, Daliah?" he asked, gently as he guided her up the steps. "There is a similar state, you can enter, when doing a Body exercise, in that state there is no reason for shame, nervousness, worry. You will learn to balance intensities and to channel it through a Master you trust when you need it. A good Master will know to guide you but not all of us will be attentive to it. With time you will learn to quieten your mind, keeping your pride and will, and you will walk through public spaces perfectly naked and without a hesitation. That is what the role is all about. A Master's place is to guide you, your place is to trust and follow. To think you need to have any worry about what is to come is to question your Master's guidance, word, and intent. I had an intent bringing you here unclothed, and now you've learned it." he stopped as they got to the door and open it, entering with her. The music room was quite a nice place, with wooden floor, a few audience seats covered in red velvet, high straight windows that filtered the moonlight from above, and an oval stage that was now completely empty, aside from a grand black piano, which was precisely James intent. He nodded towards the instrument. "Get closer, feel it, sit, play." he ordered, easily, expecting she would enjoy the chance of using such a rich, professional instrument, destined to Masters use.
Daliah slowly came out of the clouds, starting to settle back in her skin. She was much more relaxed, mind spinning as she tried to come back. His voice was helping in guiding her back. He was anchoring her, tugging her back. She moved over to the piano, sitting down. She could feel everything coming back as she started to play. She didn't even realize she was going it. It was something classical, something she had known for a long time. But she couldn't place it. Not right this moment. She realized she was back, looking over at James. "Thank you."
James approached slowly as he watched her. He let Daliah go first and start playing, and for a moment his chest tugged with memories, still he approached her and he had a soft smile to his lips as she looked back at him and he saw her eyes bright. He hadn't pushed her too far, so he was glad to see her resurface without many problems. He knew she would be vulnerable for the rest of the night, but he was there to ground her and protect her. He sat down by her, and nodded. "You're welcome, flower." he let his fingers run over the keys. "I know you share a bond with Sullivan. I will have a word with him about training your boundspace," he said as he looked at the keys while idly playing something. "That peace, that quietness, in the end is what our roles are about. Once you create a bond with a Master, you are in your full potential." he glanced at her. "It's where you're supposed to be." And then looked back at the keys as he joined the second hand to the playing, eyes distant in memory for a moment.
Daliah felt like she had just run a marathon. She was exhausted emotionally but not at the same time. It was a weird feeling. Almost fuzzy. She tried to remember before this moment and could only think of bits and pieces. She wasn't scared though, she knew that much. James had taken care of her. He would take care of here even with her bond with Sully. It was one of the most comforting things she had ever felt. A tear fell down her face and she didn't even try to wipe it away. The music he was playing was something soft that she didn't recognize. But it was amazing. She let her head fall against his shoulder as she realized she needed contact. She felt a shiver she knew wasn't from the cold. "That's beautiful," she said quietly. Her voice sounded like she had been using it all night, rough and raw.
James could feel his mind reeling in the quietness. Peaceful. Daliah was calm by his side and he could almost touch her mind with his fingers. This was his favorite part of being who he was, of having been born a Master. Perhaps it should be scary, to have and physically feel so much power over someone else, but it wasn't fearful to him. It was profoundly calm. He felt her head on his shoulder and her murmur awoke him from memories. He glanced a her and smiled softly, before returning attention to the keys as he finished the song. "It is something my mother used to play whenever she could be by the piano." he answered, then gestured to his lap. "Come." he helped her up on his thighs. "Play something for me. Anything you like." he said as he placed hands over her bare thighs.
Daliah smiled softly at him, trying not to seem too clingy. She wanted to crawl into his lap and take a nap. It was a weird sort of feeling. She knew she was there, that she was in the moment. But she felt like she needed James to keep her down. She got part of her wish, moving onto his lap. She put her hands carefully on the keys, just like she had been taught. She didn't want to seem like she didn't know what she was doing. Not on something so lovely as this piano. She started in on a piece she had always loved, hoping to impress James.
James knew contact would made her good and as he brought her to his lap, he felt her relaxed and was pleased to see he was right. As she started to play he turned into her and let his forehead and nose press against the side of her head, closing his eyes. "Keep playing." he ordered in a quiet statement, as he just listened to her at first, letting the song sink in. It reminded him of days sat by the piano while his mother played, or others later on, lying on the couch while he watched him paint. He listened, letting his mind wander for once because in the beauty of the melody and the quietness he put them both under, it didn't hurt. He was impressed and elated at her choice and ability. The notes fell on his ear and he opened his eyes to look at her hands move as though they were dancing. And as though he was recording every move in his mind.
Daliah kept her hands moving over the keys, not wanting to stop. The song ended and she thought for just a few moments before going into Moonlight Sonata. She knew it was overplayed and most people knew it, but she still thought it was gorgeous. She couldn't help but hum along softly to it. She didn't even realize she was doing it as she kept on.
James was pleased when she took his order by word, and kept playing even as the song ended. The dark, bittersweet, familiar melody filled his ears next and he closed his eyes again. Daliah had thought she was floating before, but he was the one who felt so now. Disconnected from time and place, somewhere in his mind where only her and the music existed, in a very quiet place. Slowly, he ran his fingers up her thighs, and down, and up again, following the slow waves of the song. He let his palms run up, up her waist, encasing her small frame with his fingers, u pto her ribs, squeezing gently just before the soft touch of her breasts as he brushed his lips over her shoulder, eyelids heavy with concentration.
Daliah played out the song, his touch warming her all over. It was a calm, almost soothing affect. She knew he was doing it for him just as much as her. She finished the song, putting her hands on top of his. Slowly she turned her head, kissing his temple. "Thank you," she whispered. "For letting me play. I've never played on anything as grand as this." She gave him a small smile, eyes still bright as they had been before she went under. "Shall I keep playing?"
James ' lips curled gently as he heard her, still against her warm skin, and he nodded. "I will tell Sullivan to bring you here as well." he said, thinking he'd appreciate her playing too. As he fel the kiss, his eyes rose in surprise and he was pleased to see them bright and lively. He had intended the music to do that, help her mind focus on the task and hook it back. "Mmh." he hummed lightly, and then held her firmly by the hips as he suddenly turned her and put her sat over the keys, facing him. "Perhaps... I will play you, now." he answered, as he leaned over to reach her neck, with a wet biting kiss. He put slow pressure on her thighs to spread them gently. "Can you relish in pleasure one more time tonight, flower?" he asked, lips brushing over the mark he'd made. "You see.... I can be quite possessive... And I would have the last impression on your skin to be mine." he let the tip of his nose run along her jaw as he met her eyes to see in them her answer more than in her words.
Daliah couldn't help but smile as he put her on the piano. She hadn't realized just how strong James was. Most of the Masters were much stronger than she thought they might be. She wondered if Sullivan would do the same thing to her. If he would put her on this piano and want to take her. She whimpered softly, eyes wide at his question. She had already come so many times that night and she wasn't sure if she could again. But she wanted to make him happy. He had done so much for her tonight. She could help him. "I'd be okay with that, Sir."
James smiled at her answer and different from all times that night, he started placing very slow dedicated kisses over her skin. He had only started teaching Gavin about pleasuring a woman. That meant he had first focused on the points of pleasure, but he had yet to teach him about the thoroughness of exploring for all the points that weren't on standards lessons. And as he kissed down from her collar bones to her breasts he did just that. Sucking in the skin, slowly, pressing down his teeth as he alternated between a long lap of his tongue and small bites. As he got to her nipples, he let his teeth scrape over them and lightly pressed each between them, before sucking leisurely. Just as slow, he let his fingers run up her thighs, caressing, squeezing at points, kneading, searching for different pressure points on her inner thighs, under it, closer to her knees, or closer to her ass cheeks. Leisurely finding out what points made her squirm. Paying attention exclusively to that now, instead of on teaching Gavin.
Daliah held on tight to the side of the piano. This was much slower than most of the night had gone. It had been all about the places that would make her come and come quickly. This was much more deliberate. She moaned as he squeezed her thighs near her ass. Even louder when his fingers reached the inside of her thighs. She hadn't been given permission to hold onto James and she wanted so badly. Her hips bucked as he got to her nipples, body already wanting to come again. She whimpered once more, her body already so weak to fight it.
James could feel Daliah's body willingly yielding and he adored it. He covered her ass with his fingers and squeezed it slow but tight, until he knew it would leave a mark, before letting go. As he kissed down her stomach, pushing his tongue in her navel, he raised fingers to pinch and stroke at her nipple. Having noticed how she bucked before, he wanted her to do just that and right into his lips as he closed them around her clit, sucking in slowly, and swirling his tongue around it. Purposely lighting up her body with skill rather than force or persistence. He sucked the arousal of her lips before letting two fingers inside her gently curling them for her g-spot. And then he smiled lightly up at her, saying, "You have full permission to cum as you wish, flower." before he leaned down to nurse on her clitoris as he pushed fingers in and out of her at a slow twisting pace, wanting to drag it out of her slowly, instead of pound it.
Daliah fell back against the piano, trying not to scream as she felt James' mouth on her. She was still so sensitive from the night. She had lost count of how many times she had come and she felt herself coming only moments after James' spoke. She was almost silent, making only a little whimper when she came. She wanted to keep going. She didn't know why she wanted James to keep going but she did. She wanted him to take her there on the piano. She wanted to feel him. She sat up, body fighting her at every move. "Please, Sir," she said quietly, reaching out to him.
James heard her, more than saw her fall back. It was beautiful. He knew she wouldn't last long after all the activities from today and he had to restrain a smile as he focused on keep sucking him through her orgasm. As he heard her he pulled back, deeming she had had too much but as he looked up, the look he saw in her eyes was not it. He took her gently and laced her back with his arms, kissing up to her neck. "Yes, flower? What do you wish?" he asked against her ear, curious.
Daliah let her arms move around him. It was an odd sensation to have him clothed while she wasn't. But at this moment, all she wanted was for him to not move where he couldn't touch her. She pulled back just enough to look at him, her eyes glassy. "Please, Sir. Want you." Her hands were shaking from exhaustion but she still reached for his waistband. "Want you so much."
James watched her as she spoke, and he let his thumb brush over her lip as he nodded. He reached between them, and unzippered his pants, pulling them down and saying, "You can have it." as he rolled his shirts out of his shoulders and pulled her back into his lap. "Take what you want, flower." he said, letting her choose as reward for how good she had been all night.
Daliah wrapped her arms around his neck, whimpering as she sunk down on him. She was going slow, only able to do so because of how long the night had been. She let out a frustrated noise, wanting to go faster but her body not allowing her to. "Please, Sir," she said as she looked at him with big eyes. "I can't. I can't move very much."
James groaned, surprised as she lowered herself over him and held her tight, eyes hazed. And as he heard her, his lips curled lightly and he pressed fingers over her lips to quieten her, just before he grabbed and lifted her. He draped her over the piano and dove to kiss her neck as he started to move his hips. He drove into her slow, picking up the pace at each jolt of his strong hips, and held her legs up, as he did it. The piano keys played out as he pushed her ass onto them, but he didn't care about it, it only made him push harder. Still his pace was firm and growing but not harsh, and he kissed over her skin as he asked her, squeezing her thigh. "Do you wish me to cum inside you, flower?"
Daliah couldn't help but relax as she was put on the piano. She knew James would take care of her. He was an amazing Master. He knew when to push and when to push back. That thought alone had her coming one more time around him, whimpering once more. She nodded her head at him, arms around his shoulders. "Please, Sir. Want you to."
James ' fingers curled pleasantly on her olive skin, digging into it as to pin her more efficiently against his bucking hips. His skill slowly fading into need, specially after he felt the tight grip of her orgasm around him, which got his eyes rolling in pleasure for a second, as he tried to hold off, wanting to hear her before he let go. He had been aroused all night, and though he had allowed them to help him at the end of it, he still had gotten enough stimulation that he wouldn't last much now. Specially after feeling her pleasure and hearing her words. He could feel her arms around him and he fucked her harder, the swaying of his hips turning into a more needy jerking as he pushed her against the delicate instrument, the sound of the keys covering his grunts just as much as her skin pressed on his lips. It didn't take long for him to feel himself engorging, pulsing. And just as he was pushing into her faster than his altered breathing, he held her down tightly and snapped his hips against her one last time, holding himself inside her as he came. His mind fuzzy as he groaned loudly over all other sounds and released his cum inside her. He dropped forward, hips bucking lightly as he rode out his orgasm and panted over her skin, forehead pressed on her shoulder.
Daliah came a second time, unable to hold back her noises as he moved faster against her. It was insane. The kind of thing that she would never do before coming here. But it was amazing, causing her to hold on tight to him. She felt him come inside her, hands moving over his back as she felt him coming down. She nuzzled against the side of his face, kissing over his skin softly. "Thank you, Sir," she said quietly.
James had a few seconds just breathing in as he felt her hold tight onto him, and her hands down his back. He nuzzled her shoulder feeling her kiss and smiled lightly, placing a kiss over her mark on her neck. "You are welcome, flower." he murmured, voice rough with pleasure, as he felt himself slowly slipping out of her. He pulled back lightly and slid his fingers down her body slowly caressing. He had been quite surprised with her request, but pleased. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Good girl." he murmured. He was pleased with her, about the lesson, their exercise, and this now. His mind was very silent and he was thankful for that. He closed his eyes as he gathered strength. All he wanted now was to go back to his suite with her, wash them over and finally let her get some sleep, and do the same, himself.
Daliah chuckled softly at him, fingers playing with his hair. She knew they were both exhausted, he maybe more than her. She nudged him softly, standing up off the piano once she was able. "Let's go back to your room, Sir," she said quietly, her voice obviously exhausted. "Maybe a bath once we're there. And then bed. Very much bed."
I meant from the room. Couldnāt stay there any longer.
Iām in my room, Sir, playing my ocarina. Iām more than okay now, just a little sore from the rope. It just felt suffocating being in that position for so long. Kinda panicky, you know? Itās a thing. Thankyou for your concern, though! Your demonstration really was wonderful. But Iām okay now. I just went for a run.
Eden having watched the other slaves with various degrees of interest wouldnāt have been nervous regarding the show. Sheās confident in her own abilities, and has complete trust in James. She had to muffle a laugh as she got suspended in the air, and James let her hair loose and flowing, though the collar would have been a source of pride. Her posture would have tensed at the blindfold, but being put at ease with the gentle kiss and reassurance. The time would have drawn out, and Eden would have tuned out completely from her surroundings going into her own head and become unresponsive, only snapping back to reality at the touch of a hand. Upon being lowered, she would have rubbed at the marks where the rope indented her skin, stretched out and immediately gone to James side since sheās under orders to be with him until that evening .
James had often approached Eden through the demonstration. Checking up on her, sometimes quietly, sometimes in simple gazing. When he started to unbind the slaves, the suspended ones where the first, and he was soon there to get her down. She would have been without the blindfold for the last hour and Ā after she was on the floor, he would have untied every knot of her, and then gently brushed her marks with her, before helping her to her feet and asking her questions as he lifted her chin to analyze her eyes. He would have let her accompany him, watching him talk to the slaves and unbind them, letting her help if she wanted to. But after a while, he would have told her to lie down at one of the benches, and covered her with his blazer, while he finished his work, and before he could take her back to his room. He would have let her wear his blazer on the way back and made sure she walked to get circulation flowing well.
As could be expected, Delaney had been looking forward to it for some time. She had happily let James tie her up, closing her eyes as he listened to his voice; she liked the way his voice could feel, which she discovered when he blindfolded her the other week. By the time James left, the slave was in a good place; a calm one. She was relaxed, and continued to be so for nearly two and a half hours. The remaining hour was spent with small twitches every so often at he wrists, and her head where her hair was tied up. Delaney found it difficult to sit still as her sister did her hair sometimes, but could even sit a few hours if Buffy or something was on.
And Delaney loved the idea of being bound - she was turned on for a great deal of the exposition. But by the time she was untied, the places where she had been bound - mostly just her wrists - were rope burned. As the guard had untied her, the first thing she did was shake out her hair, uncharacteristically not thanking him for untying her. She needed out - badly. She began stripping from her stockings and pumps as she grabbed her uniform, running a hand through her freed hair every so often. And as soon as her shoes were on, she just headed out the door. She felt suffocated in a light sense of the word - like trying to take a shirt off but it gets stuck over your head and you panic for a moment. She had taken less than ten steps down the hall before she finished dressing and broke out into a run. But she wouldnāt feel better until she got outside.
James was tending to another slave when they released Delaney. He hadn't seen her step away and when he glanced her direction, he was largely irritated to see she had already been released. He hadn't told them to release her yet, as he wanted to do it himself, and was giving each slave a touch and a word, before allowing others to touch and release them. His tone as he demanded the guard to tell him what had happened was somber, and even perhaps frightening. The answer didn't make him any more pleased.
He picked up his phone, and messaged her, sending the stupid guard to look for her, but not touch her. He knew this reaction of leaving wasn't unexpected, but he was concerned. He glanced over at where he had put Eden to lay down, and moved onto releasing another slave as he waited, domineering his temper to not take it out on them.
Your intellect is one of your strong points, and a good Master will nourish, yes. Knowing how to read people is a skill a Master needs, Daliah, but that doesn't mean a slave can't develop it.
So this weekend? If no one is hosting anything, I am thinking of doing a little something to introduce myself to everyone. Open invitation of course. Ā Iām looking forward to meeting you all
Of course any slaves present will be given the opportunity to serve any of the Masters present. If you want to prepare anything in particular, you may use my name to get ingredients at the store and have them delivered to my suite. Ā Otherwise I will just order from the kitchens.
Saturday? How does that sound? Ā After everyone has had a break after the intensity of the demonstration?
I see we have tradition here. It is nice to know. A light reunion after my exposition might be soothing. Though I do not promise to stay for long hours, is there anything special you'd like to see done or brought? I can set a slave to it.
Ā Sully shook his head, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the eveningās conversation. āWe could schedule it whenever you wish James. My time is yours. I really do appreciate your help. Iām sorry if Iām not the best student.ā he replied a little sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders lightly.
"You're welcome, Sullivan." he said, as he placed his empty cup down. He stared at the other for a moment. "But don't speak like that, I must ask. As I've said before, I don't waste my time with unworthiness." he got up and adjusted his coat, nodding. "Let me know when you wish a new meeting and I'll separate an hour for us."
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