You will always kneel

Jesse St. James, but you can call me Master. I came here looking for a good time, and you better believe that I will be having fun with my little songbird.

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Realities | St. Berry

[acagedsongbird]

She slowly tried to catch her breath, choking down her sobs. She didn’t want to anger him. But he was comforting her, stroking her hair and kissing her gently. So unlike how he had been treating her. She almost didn’t know what to do with herself, though him calling her a good girl helped comfort her since now she knew she hadn’t upset him in any way. She was just so frightened from her dream. “She nodded when he said she didn’t have to apologize, her eyes drifted to look down at the bed. She didn’t know why she had been apologizing, but something inside made her feel like she should and she wasn’t exactly sure why her master was telling her not to. She didn’t really understand, but she couldn’t question him.

He held her to him and she was able to continue calming down until her crying almost faded. She definitely felt better in his arms. After a little while he reached around her and called for the guards to bring her food, but she clung to him as he did so. The second he would let go of her, she would no longer feel safe. When he was done on the phone he wiped at her tears, and she was once again startled but comforted by his gentleness. She nodded slowly when he suggested that she shower, even though she really didn’t want to move out of his arms. She went with him to the bathroom, feeling especially vulnerable. She sat on the edge of the tub and wrapped her arms around herself when he told her that Mistress Rose wanted her slave to come see her. She gave him a puzzled look, unsure of who he was talking about, until…Quinn. She remembered. She had forgotten all about her, and all about her other friends as well. “I-I don’t know,” she whispered, genuinely unsure about why Mistress Rose would want Quinn to come see her. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to see Quinn herself.

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Jesse could feel Rachel clinging to him and he smirked a bit to himself, knowing that she was learning well. He made her feel safe when she needed comfort, but she also knew to obey him when he gave an order. His Songbird was well on her way to being the perfect slave and he couldn't wait until she was was fully trained. When he asked his question, he glanced up and saw her puzzled face before turning back to filling the tub with warm water. She whispered that she didn't know why Rose wanted her and Quinn to meet and he figured it had to be Rose's slave wanting to see her. "Well, considering you're still learning, the only way she's coming to see you is if you perform for me. Like you did with Sebastian." he tells her, turning off the water once the tub was filled. He helped her in, reaching for a washcloth and a bar of soap to clean her up with. "What do you think about that, Songbird? You can see your little blond, but only under my circumstances, or you don't see her at all."

[acagedsongbird]

Realities | St. Berry

[acagedsongbird]

Suddenly she felt arms around her, her master’s arms, pulling her onto his lap. She pulled the blankets along with her, both because she was tangled in them and because subconsciously she wanted to be covered up more. Her screaming ceased at the sound of his voice through no control of her own. She didn’t know when the screaming started, only that he was able to make her stop. She couldn’t stop herself. It was like someone or something else was controlling her. The nightmare had felt so real that she couldn’t stop herself from screaming, but once he came she somehow felt better. Well, not better, exactly…but more calm. Like he had allowed her to snap out of the world of the nightmare.

She was still shaking due to the nightmare and the chill in the room since she wasn’t wearing anything. She slowly calmed and untangled herself somewhat, wrapping the blankets around herself and somewhat around her master too. He had pulled her onto his lap and she curled into him, clinging onto his shirt and burying her face in his chest. He was so warm. She began crying softly, but having him with her was somehow comforting. After a few minutes, words fell from her lips without her having thought of them. “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry,” she whispered, holding on to him tightly, not really knowing what she was apologizing for or why.

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"Good girl," he coos as she stops screaming. "Good, good girl," he murmurs again, his hand stroking through her hair as she wrapped herself and him in the blanket, burying her face in his chest and clinging to his shirt. He hears the unmistakeable sounds of her soft crying and sighs, pressing his lips to the top of her head. He didn't know why she had been crying, just that her dream must've been pretty bad if she was still freaking out about it. She starts to apologize and he tilts her chin up, pressing his lips to hers gently as she clings to him as if he were the only thing keeping her grounded. "You have nothing to apologize for, Songbird. It was a bad dream, that's all."

After a short while he reaches over to the phone on his nightstand beside the bed, his free hand stroking along Rachel's back. He orders for someone to bring up some food, remembering hearing from Sebastian that she was a vegan. He sets the phone down and looks back down at her, his hands coming up to wipe her cheeks of the tear stains. "Lets get you showered before your food comes," he murmurs, standing up and bringing her with him, taking them to the bathroom and he set her down, turning to the tub. "Mistress Rose wants her slave to come see you. Any idea what that's about?" he asks as he starts the warm water.

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[Private]

[serenityrose-ivashkov-blog]

I want my slave to be allowed to see yours. Jesse, I’ll give you whatever you want. Please? This might help us break them in. You know, make them more behaved.

[the-master-stjames-blog]

And for what reasons would you want her to see my slave? It's not happening unless they put on a show for me, Rose.

[serenityrose-ivashkov-blog]

[Private]

[serenityrose-ivashkov-blog]

…On what?

[the-master-stjames-blog]

On the favor.

[serenityrose-ivashkov-blog]

[Private]

…Jesse? Can I ask you for a favor?

[the-master-stjames-blog]

Depends.

[acagedsongbird]

Realities | St. Berry

She was running down the same dark tunnel again, the wolves at her heels. When she thought that she was almost doomed, a lion with green eyes gently pulled her aside and bounded away with her towards a warm white light and away from the wolves. She could see a willow in the distance, and as they got closer she saw a pair of nooses hanging from its branches and swaying gently in the breeze. She felt a burst of hope, felt free for the first time in many months. Suddenly, out of nowhere, came a tiger with cold gray eyes. He attacked the lion and took her from him, with the lion powerless to stop him. The tiger took her away from the light and the lion, bringing her into complete darkness. He pounced on her, clawing at her and stealing her breath from her lungs. She could feel herself slipping away, the pain excrutiating, just wishing the end would come…

Her own screaming woke her, and she found herself thrashing around on the bed, tangled in the blankets.  The nightmare had felt so real, more so than all the others. Suddenly she caught a glimpse of her blood on the bed, dried since the night when he had torn her virginity from her. This only caused her to continue screaming, unable to stop herself, the reality of her nightmare seemingly tearing through her. She couldn’t even hear the footsteps bounding down the hall towards her room.

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Jesse had woken up long before Rachel, seeing as she had been out for hours now. She was overworked and tired, but he still felt no remorse over what he'd done. She was his and he would use her as he pleased. If it meant tiring her out a few times, so be it. He would let her rest for now though, since there was no sense in having an overly tired slave that would black out in the middle of performing a task given to them. He would wake her up once he got back from his usual run outside. He sighed a bit to himself. It wasn't technically outside, he would still be within the mansion's walls that kept everyone in. Sebastian's last stunt had made Father tighter on security so it was even harder now to sneak out. Jesse always came back, of course,  but sometimes he just needed to be away for a few hours and he couldn't very well ask Father to let him.

Once he came back though, he walked at a leisurely pace down the halls until he reached the one before his own. Then he heard it. It was a loud, ear piercing scream that was reminiscent of that night. It had been music to his ears that night, but now when he wasn't there to cause it, well, he worried a guard had taken it upon himself to have some fun with her. He breaks into a run, making his way to his room as quickly as he could and bursts through door, looking around for anyone other than Rachel. She was alone, but she was screaming and he made his way to the bed. She was tangled in the bedsheets so he figured it would be hard for her to try and hit or kick him when he grabbed her and sat himself on the bed, pulling her onto his lap. "Shh, Songbird." he says in what he tried to make a soothing voice but mainly it just sounded like a warning.

[the-master-stjames-blog]

Luxuries || St. Berry

[acagedsongbird]

He said she was a good girl, and that gave her just enough willpower to continue. He thrust deeper until she could feel him hit the back of her throat. She stopped licking him, as she was having trouble breathing. Just as she was about to cough, he pulled out, giving her a split second of relief before thrusting back inside her mouth. At his order she continued sucking around him and licking, although it was more difficult since he was deeper inside her. This continued for what she felt was far too long, though she kept her eyes shut the whole time. Suddenly he thrust deeper than he had before, catching her off guard as he climaxed. She tasted him as he came down her throat, having no choice but to swallow. Finally he pulled out, giving her a chance to catch her breath, his taste lingering in her mouth. She was disgusted by what she had just done, hating what she has become and what she has been reduced to. He untied her and she immediately fell forward, her body unable and far too weak to hold herself up anymore. She was surprised when his hands came up to catch her, supporting her somewhat. She clung to his sleeve, as if it would keep her conscious. “Please, master, please, let me sleep, please,” she begged weakly.

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She begins to beg him about letting her sleep and he sighs, standing up slowly with her still in his arms. She's shaky on her legs but her grip on his sleeve is tight. So he maneuvers her a bit until he could pick her up bridal style, taking her out of the room and towards his main one, setting her down on the bed. He doesn't bother to put clothes on her, since they were going to come off at some point anyway and he decided that maybe he should just not dress her anymore. She had no use for clothes anyway, why waste time getting her to wear them? He pulls the covers over her, looking down at her slightly droopy eyes. "Sleep, Songbird. You've got a lot of training to do tomorrow."

[the-master-stjames-blog]

Luxuries || St. Berry

[acagedsongbird]

She had gone through everything else, so she could get through this…right? She struggled to keep her eyes open, exhaustion getting the better of her. If she did this well, she would finally get to sleep. She thought of the warm bed she was tied to, eager to finally be released and be allowed to sleep on it. She just had to do this first. She kept her head lowered as he pulled down his pants, watching them fall to the floor along with his boxers. She whimpered as he pulled her up, her ankles and wrists straining at the ropes and causing them to rub against her already raw skin. She opened her mouth slowly and he guided herself inside, shutting her eyes quickly. She didn’t want to see herself doing this…but she could taste him. She just had to get this done, and then he would untie her and let her sleep. At his instruction, she ran her tongue under his length, gently sucking before beginning to move her head up down, licking him as she went. She kept her eyes tightly shut, hating what she was doing but knowing that she shouldn’t because this was what he wanted from her.

[the-master-stjames-blog]

Jesse moaned softly, looking down at her as she moved over his length. "Good girl," he says, voice slightly breathy. Rachel's mouth felt amazing around him. She runs her tongue along the underside of him and he lets out a slow breath, gripping her hair and pushing her further onto his length, until he could feel his tip touching the back of her throat. He pulls out again and thrusts back in until he'd built up a steady rhythm, instructing her to continue what she had been doing. He held out for a short while, though he'd been pretty turned on since the night prior so he was a bit surprised he'd lasted as long as he did before he felt his orgasm roll through him. He pushed deeper into her mouth, forcing her to swallow as he came down her throat. He pulled out and tucks himself back into his boxers and jeans before leaning down and untying her legs first before her arms, catching her when she slumped forward.

[the-master-stjames-blog]

Luxuries || St. Berry

[acagedsongbird]

She shut her eyes tightly as he forced his wet fingers into her mouth, not wanting to see herself sucking on them. As she did so, he finally removed the vibrator from inside her. She breathed out heavily, both from relief and from exhaustion. Now she felt just as empty physically as she did psychologically. She looked up at him as he answered her, her empty eyes locking with his cruel, dark ones. She was too weak to do what he was asking her to…but she was far too weak to resist him. And if she did this well, maybe he would finally let her go. She nodded slowly when he asked if she wanted to be a good girl, her instincts taking over. She had no choice if she wanted to be good for him. He stood up so that she was faced with his groin. She swallowed thickly, terrified and ashamed of what she was about to do. She nodded again as he began taking of his belt, her eyes lowered as she forced back a tear.

[the-master-stjames-blog]

"That's a good Songbird." he cooed, voice cold as he reached down to caress her cheek quickly before moving back to unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, pushing them down. She looked tired and ashamed and he smirked at the sight. She had been so strong before but she was so broken now. It had been just what he wanted. Sure, he thought it would take longer but he was perfectly content with this. She was far from his perfect slave but she was getting there. Reaching down, he tapped her cheek before pushing down his boxers, gripping her jaw and pulling her up slightly, knowing it would cause her discomfort. Once her mouth was open, he gripped his erection, eyes closing a bit as the touch shot pleasure up his spine before he opened them again and guided himself into her mouth. "No teeth." he warns before pushing more of himself into her mouth. "Use your tongue and suck, bob your head." he instructs, letting go of her jaw.

[the-master-stjames-blog]

Luxuries || St. Berry

[acagedsongbird]

Of course he had to torture her before letting her finish. He kissed harder and applied more pressure to her, and she used every last drop of strength she had left not to let herself climax. She was so weak, she didn’t know if she could hold it any longer, until finally, finally, he let her finish. She cried out as she climaxed, harder than she had all night. Pain tore through her body as her back arched, her wrists and ankles aching from pulling at the ropes. As her orgasm subsided, exhaustion swept over her. She hadn’t slept for almost two days, hadn’t eaten anything since a few hours before Jesse took her from Sebastian’s wing…god, that felt like ages ago, but it was only the day before. She never would have believed that she would be reduced to nothing so quickly. Her breathing slowed, and she had to fight to keep herself conscious. “Please, master,” she whimpered weakly. “I’ve been good. Just take it out…let me go…let me sleep….please…please…”

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Jesse smiled when she cried out, only imagining the way she was tightening around the toy inside her. Once he could tell her orgasm was over, he stayed for a moment, simply watching. She was breathtaking, really. Her skin was flushed, shining with sweat and her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. He leaned in, kissing her again and licking into her mouth, forcing her to take it before pulling back and smirking at the way she begged him. Slowly, he pulls his hand out from where he had been rubbing her clit, bringing his fingers up for her to lick clean, pressing them to her lips and pushing them into her mouth as his free hand pulled the underwear to the side, pulling the vibrator out. "I would love to let you go, Songbird, but I have a problem I need you to sort out." he says, motioning down to where he was straining against his pants. "Now, you want to be a good girl right?" he asks, raising an eyebrow and standing up, slowly unbuckling his belt. "Let's give this another try, shall we?"

[the-master-stjames-blog]

Luxuries || St. Berry

[acagedsongbird]

Something buried deep inside her knew what he was doing to her, how he was torturing her in order to get her to agree to everything he was saying. And although she vaguely knew this, she couldn’t do anything but agree with him. She had no choice. Though even if she could choose, she still would give in to him. She was too far gone, too broken not to. But—she wasn’t broken, she was destroyed. Broken meant there were some torn up pieces of Rachel left; there was none of Rachel left in this girl. She was nothing but his, and she knew it. She struggled to breathe as he continued tormenting her, utterly exhausted, wishing she could just black out. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him, her head kept low as she attempted to keep the impending orgasm at bay. She heard his words but couldn’t bear to let them truly permeate her, otherwise she might not be able to agree with them, which wasn’t an option. She felt his thumb enter her mouth and she sucked on it softly like she thought she was supposed to. He released some of the pressure his other hand was putting on her, and she struggled to regain it, just wanting to get it over with. She whimpered when he said she wasn’t a good girl, knowing that she hadn’t pleased him yet. She had no strength left to beg, but she was his and he told her to, so she had no choice. Besides, withholding her orgasm was unbearable. “Yes,” she whispered between whimpers. “I’m a good girl, master, please, let me finish, please, please.”

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When he pressed his thumb into her mouth, she began to suck on it softly and Jesse smiled. She didn't even have to be told to do it. She was learning well. He pulled his hand away to rest it on the side of her neck, forcing her head up with his thumb pressed against her jaw and resting his forehead on hers, feeling her quick puffs of air on his skin. He could hear her whimper softly, the sound making him grin until she began to beg. He loved this, her calling herself a good girl, begging for permission to come. He presses his lips to hers and presses harder on her clit, kissing her slowly but not yet giving her permission. He loved that she could hardly kiss back past her heavy breaths and he could feel himself growing hard in his pants. "You may come," he says, rubbing her a bit more firmly as her climax began to take over.

[the-master-stjames-blog]

Luxuries || St. Berry

[acagedsongbird]

His cruel fingers only made the burning she felt worse, slipping easily under the fabric and rubbing just enough to torture her but not enough to let her finish easily. Not that finishing was easy anymore—it was unbearably painful. But her body yearned for it, yearned for the…pain of it. It was horrible. But she needed it desperately, needed to both climax and somehow get him to free her and stop making this happen to her. The duality of it was confusing. Her body needed the pain that was climaxing, her mind needed it to get him to relieve her. When he told her to beg for him, she knew she would have to. And the worst part of it was that she wanted to. And not just because it would free her of this torture. Because it would cause him to give her that push that would allow her to finish. His threat of continuing the punishment was the only push she needed to start begging, pleading, anything to get him to let her finish, make him relieve her. “No, no, please,” she begged between whimpers. “Please, please, I’ve learned my lesson, I’m a good girl, please.” He began rubbing harder, the pressure on her clit almost unbearable. She was almost panting now. “Please, I need it, I need you, please, please…”

[the-master-stjames-blog]

He smirked when she seemed to by fighting her next orgasm, but they both knew she wouldn't be able to. Not for long, anyway. She could hold it off, definitely, but it was only a matter of time before she couldn't hold it anymore. She began to beg for him, saying she need it, needed him and he grins proudly. His pet was being such a good girl. "Will you do as I say?" he asks, knowing this was one of the only ways to get her to agree to him. It wasn't that he wouldn't do it anyway but if he got her to agree to whatever he wanted right now, he could just hold it over her later. "You'll let me do whatever I want to this perfect little body?" he asks, gripping her jaw and running his thumb over her lower lip, slipping it slightly into her mouth. "This mouth? I can do whatever I want to it?" he asks with a smirk, slowing the circles he was rubbing on her clit until he could see her straining to rotate her hips enough to regain some of the friction. "Ask me if you're allowed to come, Songbird. Good girls ask. Not like you, who just does what she wants when she wants to." he says, tilting her chin up to look at him. "You are mine, Songbird. I control every part of you and I want you to think of this punishment every time you try to think otherwise. Think of what I can do to you, what I will do without hesitation and remember that I can do it because you're mine to use as I please. Understood?"

[the-master-stjames-blog]

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[acagedsongbird]

The night had been pure hell. If there had been any bit of Rachel left in the girl, it was shattered overnight. Her whole body ached terribly, her wrists and legs raw from struggling against the binds. She hadn’t been lucky enough to pass out at any time, but at some points certain parts of her body would go numb, only to be more painful when the numbness would subside. She was unbearably exhausted as well. This punishment would have been horrible enough without the vibrator, but with it it became excruciatingly painful. With each orgasm her body grew weaker and weaker, the pain always greatly outweighing the pleasure. At one point she stopped being able to feel any pleasure altogether. Only the pain. Finally, finally, her master returned. The scissors he took from the drawer served only to increase her whimpering; she couldn’t even compel herself to form words to beg him to cut the ropes tying her. Soon another orgasm hit, pain shooting through her body. She couldn’t hear his words, could only feel his sudden touch between her legs. No. It hurt too much. “No…please…” she pleaded weakly, her voice turning to whimpers as he shushed her. Her clit had been aching all night to be stimulated, so once he began touching it through the thin fabric, her climax came quickly. Pain shot through her once again as she came, her back arching somewhat. As it subsided, his fingers didn’t stop, just as relentless as the vibrator. “Thank you, master,” she forced herself to whisper, weakly trying to fight off the next impending orgasm.

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He grins at the almost musical sound of her whimpers. She really thought he would relieve her that quickly? How precious. She was simply too adorable. He removes his hand from her clit only to slip his fingers beneath the fabric, feeling the way her legs trembled with the need she felt as another orgasm began to build. "Good girl," he whispers, connecting their lips again. The fact that she can hardly kiss back due to her shallow breaths makes him smirk as he pulls back, her breaths puffing against his lips as he continues to rub her clit. Like this, he could get her to do just about anything he wanted and the thought aroused him. She was under his control and soon enough she would be entirely at his beck and call, she just needed a little more breaking in. "Beg for me," he murmurs, smirking, knowing it would be the last thing she would want to do. "Tell me how much you love this and I might relieve you," he says with a grin. She was like his puppet. The right pull here and tug there and she was practically stumbling over herself to obey him. "Or, you know, I'll be perfectly fine switching out the batteries and coming back in a few hours to see if you've really learned your lesson."

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Jesse woke up with a slight smile on his face. He was finally back at the mansion, he'd tamed his slave within hours and right now, she was in the next room climaxing over and over again. He gets up, looking for a shirt and some pants before heading into the bathroom for a quick shower and to brush his teeth. Once he's out and dry, he gets dressed and runs his hands through his hair, smirking to himself in the mirror. Time to go see he pet. He walks to the room and opens the door, pleased to find her awake and weakly struggling against her binds, a soft buzzing sound filling the room along with her breathy whimpers and soft cries of what is undoubtedly pain mixing with pleasure. He walks over to the drawer and pulls a pair of scissors from inside, walking over and setting them on the bed as he watches another climax take her over. He kneels in front of her and tilts her head up, pressing a kiss to her lips. "Look at you," he murmurs, smirking at her flushed face and dilated eyes. "Taking the punishment like a good girl," he coos, reaching a hand down and rubbing her clit over the soaked fabric, shushing her when he saw her begin to protest. "Let's go for a couple more, shall we?" he asks though it should be obvious to her that he wasn't looking for an answer. He presses his lips to hers again before pulling back. "Whenever you cum, I want you say 'Thank you, Master' and maybe I'll think about letting you go," he orders, fingers still rubbing her clit.

[acagedsongbird]

O, I'm gonna be wounded | St. Berry

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He smiles down at her, kneeling down on one knee and tilting her head up, pressing a hard kiss to her lips. “Good girl,” he murmurs, fingers trailing to the button on her dress. “But you did disobey me earlier, you realize that right? I asked you to do something and you refused me. That, Songbird, is unacceptable. And you did it twice, if I recall.” he says, hooking his finger into the loop of her collar and pulling her to stand, leading her over to the foot of the bed and having her stand with her back to it. He loops the leash around the bed post and hooks it into the ring of her collar. “Stay standing,” he orders before heading to a drawer and pulling out a thong and a small bullet vibrator. He walks over to her and hands her the thong. “Put this on,” he says, waiting for her to step into them, pausing her at mid thigh and spreading her legs a bit, pushing in the small vibrator and turning it on high, smirking at her gasp. “So, since you decided to disobey me, you’ll stay the night here. I’ll be back in the morning.” he smirks, unbuttoning her dress and sliding it down, pushing her to kneel. He pushes on her thighs so she spread them, enjoying her small noises and the slight rotation of her hips because of the sensations. He stands up again and walks over to the closet, grabbing a few pieces of rope and walking back over, looping it around her thighs and tying them to the bedposts, keeping them spread before gripping her wrists and tying them together, lifting them above her head and tying them to the top of the footrest. “Have fun, Songbird.” he murmurs, kissing her again before standing up and making his way out of the room.

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She took his kiss like the good girl he said she was, her eyes following his fingers to the buttons of her dress. She couldn’t help but wonder what he was going to do with her now, though any idea she thought of terrified her. She couldn’t keep doing this, couldn’t survive the torture she knew he would never cease to dole out. But once she got to the point where she wouldn’t be able to take anymore…then what? She knew she wouldn’t be able to just die…and worst of all she knew that he still wouldn’t stop. She kept her head lowered as he scolded her, knowing he was right. She hadn’t meant for any of it to happen, but it did…and she would have to suffer endlessly for it. All she could do now was obey him. She stood when he pulled her up and over to the foot of the bed, a tear trickling down her cheek when she heard the click of the leash attaching to her collar. She instinctively began to kneel down before he told her to stay standing, her head bowed. She slowly stepped into the thong when he told her to, gasping at the sudden sensation inside her as he placed the vibrator before pulling up the thong to keep it in place. She looked at him in horror when he said she would stay like this for the whole night before realizing that she could just take it out when he left and put it back in when he returned in the morning. He unbuttoned her dress and let it fall to the floor, leaving her naked but for the thong. It was as if he had read her thoughts, because he quickly pushed her to her knees, spread her legs, and tied them so she couldn’t move. She couldn’t help a few soft gasps and moans from leaving her lips as he worked on tying her down. Soon her eyes were secured above her head as well, leaving her open, vulnerable, and utterly at the mercy of the vibrator inside her. It was like what Rose had done to Quinn…only Quinn had had the strength to try to fight back. This was different. Her master had already taken all her strength, leaving her broken to be tortured as he liked. She cried out as he left the room, whether from what the vibrator was doing or from his abandonment of her, she wasn’t sure.

[acagedsongbird]

O, I'm gonna be wounded | St. Berry

[acagedsongbird]

She kept her head lowered, not believing him when he said she was a good girl. She had had sex with someone else; how did that make her good? Only when he pulled her hair was she forced to look up at him, his eyes dark and cold. It was like he had stolen all the light from her own eyes, leaving them just as empty as she was. She started to shake her head when he said she had enjoyed herself, but then she realized that he wouldn’t listen. He had no reason to. He had forced her to do it…and now she had to make it up to him? It wasn’t fair, it didn’t make sense, but what other choice did she have? She felt guilty for having done it, so perhaps she did deserve whatever he would make her do to make it up for him. She wished he had just sent her to the guards instead. She would rather be at their mercy than at his. Because with them she could just let herself die, but with him…he would only torture her. She lowered her head again when he let go of her, not knowing what he was getting and not wanting to see what else was in that closet. When he came back to her, he lifted her chin up again. Her eyes rested on the leash in his hands, his command barely resonating. She shut her eyes, taking a moment to comprehend what he was demanding of her. He really was intent on taking absolutely everything from her. She wondered what would come next. If only he would just end it all by taking her life. “Yes,” she whispered, her eyes still closed, a tear slowly gliding down her cheek. Soon he will have taken all her tears too.

[the-master-stjames-blog]

He smiles down at her, kneeling down on one knee and tilting her head up, pressing a hard kiss to her lips. "Good girl," he murmurs, fingers trailing to the button on her dress. "But you did disobey me earlier, you realize that right? I asked you to do something and you refused me. That, Songbird, is unacceptable. And you did it twice, if I recall." he says, hooking his finger into the loop of her collar and pulling her to stand, leading her over to the foot of the bed and having her stand with her back to it. He loops the leash around the bed post and hooks it into the ring of her collar. "Stay standing," he orders before heading to a drawer and pulling out a thong and a small bullet vibrator. He walks over to her and hands the the thong. "Put this on," he says, waiting for her to step into them, pausing her at mid thigh and spreading her legs a bit, pushing in the small vibrator and turning it on high, smirking at her gasp. "So, since you decided to disobey me, you'll stay the night here. I'll be back in the morning." he smirks, unbuttoning her dress and sliding it down, pushing her to kneel. He pushes on her thighs so she spread them, enjoying her small noises and the slight rotation of her hips because of the sensations. He stands up again and walks over to the closet, grabbing a few pieces of rope and walking back over, looping it around her thighs and tying them to the bedposts, keeping them spread before gripping her wrists and tying them together, lifting them above her head and tying them to the top of the footrest. "Have fun, Songbird." he murmurs, kissing her again before standing up and making his way out of the room.

[acagedsongbird]

O, I'm gonna be wounded | St. Berry

[acagedsongbird]

She felt him swell inside her, and she knew he was getting close. If only she could get herself there as well…then it would all be over. He was telling her to fake it…and she knew she would have to if she wanted to satisfy her master. She concentrated what little energy she had into appearing more aroused than she was, moaning more loudly than she would naturally. Soon he finished inside her and she forced herself to arch her back and fake her climax. She feigned breathing heavily as Sebastian pulled out of her. Although the sex was barely real, she felt far less empty than when she had climaxed under her master. Perhaps it was because of his apologies…more likely because of his promise to take her to the hanging tree. That was all that she wanted now. “Please,” she begged softly, desperately, her voice broken. He lifted off of her and got off the bed, his sudden coldness toward her master startling her. Her dress landed on her lap and she slowly sat up, hesitantly pulling it over her head and slowly buttoning it. Her master addressed her then and she only looked at him with empty, faded eyes, not responding. She…she thought she was his Songbird, not his Sweetheart. It confused her. He pulled her up off the bed and grasped her collar, causing her to lurch forward and almost trip over herself. She stumbled out of the room with him, eyes widening slightly at the mention of a leash. Maybe she deserved it. He pulled her to his wing and into another one of his rooms. She kept her gaze trained on the floor in order to avoid looking around it, knowing that its contents would terrify her. He commanded her to kneel and she looked up at him. This was really what she had come to. His whore. She sunk to her knees before him, defeated. The least she could do was be a good girl for him.

[the-master-stjames-blog]

He stared at her, eyes hard until she follows his order, kneeling before him. He ran his hand through her hair, humming softly to himself. "Good girl," he murmurs, gripping her hair and pulling her head back. It wasn't meant to be painful, but he tugged the slightest bit harder that was necessary. "Now, how are you going to make that up to me?" he asks, looking into her nearly empty eyes. She was submitting to him faster than he expected her to but it didn't matter. It just meant he'd get his perfect slave in no time. "Because, clearly, you were enjoying yourself. Now that you've gotten that out of your system, though, I fully expect you to be the perfect pet." he says, letting go of her hair and walking to the closet at the far end of the room and sliding the door aside, searching until he found what it was that he wanted. "So, from now until I give you permission, you are to stay on your knees." he starts, coming over to her and tilting her chin up so he could see the leash. "When this is connected to you, you are to stay on your hands and knees as I walk. Understood?" he says.