Chapter Four
Note to self: It’s all right to be excited about getting yourself off when you’re doing so because your Master told you to. What He says is law.
To Do List:
Pay electric bill Turn in grades Proof-read last three chapters of novel Watch roast program and try to figure out which man sitting at the LA349 table is Toffer Grace checked her watch. It was another twenty minutes until the TV program came on. She put the finishing touches on her edits and closed her computer. As per Master’s instructions, she was wearing her short silk robe. And she was cold. She turned up the heat and then turned on the TV. She laughed when she remembered Becca’s words from that morning.
“You got laid.”
Grace had laughed and tried to deny it, but Becca said she was ‘grinning like the proverbial cat that swallowed the canary’.
Despite Becca’s insistence to know if Grace had ‘had sex or just bought a fresh supply of batteries for your vibrator’, Grace had not told her anything.
Instead, she’d floated through the day, smiling at all her students and blithely ignoring Watson’s attempt to ruffle her feathers by putting a list of the teachers requesting senior English next year, with her name blatantly absent from the list, in her box. Then she’d come home, stood in the corner for twenty minutes and brought herself to orgasm with her nose against the wall.
Following Master’s directions had brought her great pleasure. The minute she’d stripped and pushed her nose in the corner, wetness had pooled in her pussy, and her clit had throbbed. It had been absolute anguish to keep her fingers from drifting south before the twenty minutes was over.
The roast he was attending tonight was for Robert Gray, a well-known actor who was the co-star on LA349. It was his sixtieth birthday and the roast would be attended by major Hollywood stars.
Grace scanned the TV screen. She smiled as Lindsey and Peter came into view, sitting at a table with several men and women that she didn’t recognize. Two of the men looked as if they were attending the event unattached, unless they were attached to the men sitting next to them, which was entirely possible.
Also sitting at the table was Drake Dawson. Grace smiled as he leaned in to talk to the beautiful blonde model sitting next to him, who was obviously his date. Drake was so gorgeous that he made Grace’s mouth water. The blonde batted her eyes and smiled seductively and Grace found herself wishing it was her.
Get over it, Kinison. He’s not Toffer. And that’s who you want. You want Toffer, your Master, the man who stood you in the corner today. She shifted her gaze back to the two men sitting next to Peter. They were both in their mid-thirties or early-forties, which would make them about the age of her new Master. Both men were attractive enough, dark-headed with bright smiles.
She closed her eyes and tried to picture each one of them with a flogger in his hands. Neither man fit her picture of her Master. The camera panned to the second table where everyone seemed older than what she had thought her Master would be. A third table of LA349 actors and workers provided one more man for her consideration; this one a blond.
A search of her imagination showed that she could see this man with a flogger in his hands, see him attaching a collar around her neck. She shivered and pulled her robe closer. A smile flittered across her face and then, suddenly, an image of Drake Dawson took center stage in her brain.
He was wearing tight blue jeans and a dark T-shirt. One hand was on his hip and the other one was pointing toward the floor, where he expected her to kneel. She could easily see the handsome man as Master, and a powerful one at that.
She closed her eyes and felt his hand caress her cheek as she knelt, the words ‘good girl’ floating through the air. Grace shook her head. Right. Toffer wasn’t Drake Dawson. A man like Drake Dawson didn’t hide behind an alias. Every woman in the U.S. wanted to get into his pants, and from the looks of the beautiful woman sitting next to him, he was loving every minute of it.
Grace sighed. It had been a mistake to try and put a face to her Master. For her, at this moment, it was more important what he did for her mentally than physically. She turned the TV off and went back to her computer to write.
***
His cock was hard, again. And it had nothing to do with the beautiful blonde sitting next to him. It had to do with Grace. All he could think about was her naked, standing in the corner. Toffer shifted in his chair and flashed one of his famous smiles at Giselle, the said blonde, a stunning model who was instantly recognized by the utterance of her first name only. She was in a tiff because she’d offered to give him a blowjob on the way to the roast and he’d declined. He didn’t want another woman sucking on his dick. He wanted Grace.
The roast couldn’t end quickly enough. He wanted to get home and check his e-mail, see how Grace’s first day of standing in the corner for him had gone; See how hard her little clitty had become while she played with it at his request.
Toffer had spent more than $1,000 on toys. He’d had a box shipped to Grace, and a box shipped to his house for when she was in California. He couldn’t wait to see her pussy filled by the glass cock he’d found. The cuffs and harness would fit perfectly. And the flogger would leave beautiful marks on her behind.
He shifted in his seat again and gave a token clap when the first speaker took the stage. Under the table Giselle’s hand landed on his knee and began inching toward his cock. He put his hand down and grabbed hers, leaning over as if to kiss her ear.
“Don’t.”
“Why?” Giselle pouted. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve jacked you off at one of these boring events. This will make the time fly faster.”
She tried to free her hand and Toffer held it fast.
“I said, don’t.”
“If you’re going to be a stick in the mud, then I’m leaving,” Giselle hissed into his ear. “I want some dick. The only reason I came to this boring thing was the thought of playing with your cock before, during and after. I expect a good fuck tonight.”
“Sorry, you’ll have to go and find someone else to fuck you.”
Ever the show person, Giselle sat back and smiled at him. Then she whispered an apology to the table, picked up her purse and left.
Peter raised his eyebrows at Toffer, who shrugged his shoulders. It was better this way. If he hadn’t made plans to attend this event with her weeks before, he would have come alone. He wondered if Grace had sent her e-mail describing her orgasm.
Toffer pulled out his cell phone and connected to the internet. A grin broke out when he saw her name in his inbox. His cock hardened even more as she described how she’d stroked her clit, pinching it gently as she imagined him watching.
“I’m so wet, Master. It’s almost like a river has moved between my thighs. You’ve done that, the thought of you, the idea of submitting to you. I only came once, like you said, and can hardly wait to come again before I go to bed. I can’t wait for tomorrow when my package arrives and we can talk face-to-face, so to speak.”
She ended the e-mail with her phone number and a promise to lick him like a lollipop, and swallow every last drop of his sweet offering. Toffer looked at the list of speakers. His speech would end the evening. He figured he had an hour before he had to take the podium. He memorized the phone number and went to search for a private room.
***
Grace stretched and reached for the phone. After her second orgasm for the evening, she’d burrowed down into the covers and fallen asleep quickly. A glance at the clock showed that it was after eleven. The ID revealed a number she didn’t recognize and she debated about whether to answer.
On the third ring she clicked the on button and whispered a greeting.
“Grace?”
“Yes?”
“I believe the proper address is yes, Master.”
Grace’s heart beat double time.
“Master?”
“Are you naked, as ordered?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord. This wasn’t supposed to happen until tomorrow night. I wasn’t ready for this.
“I thought you were busy this evening.”
“I am. But I thought I’d take a break. I want to talk to my little lollipop girl. That’s what you said; you’d lick me like a lollipop. Are you wet?”
Grace dipped her fingers between her thighs, although she already knew the answer to the question.
“Yes, Sir.”
She parted her folds and moaned as her fingers found her hardened clit.
“Did I say you could do that yet?”
Grace pulled back her hand. “How did you know… No, Sir. I’m sorry.”
“That’s okay. It’s just more reason for punishment when you get here. You touch yourself when I say so, not before. Do you have any candles? Long, tapered ones?”
“Yes.”
“Go and get one, and hurry.”
Grace ran down the hallway, pulling a long red taper from its holder on the counter and raced back to bed. She couldn’t believe he’d called tonight. It was like a dream come true. His voice was deep and dreamy.
“I’m back, Master.”
“Good. I don’t have a lot of time. Lie on the bed with your legs spread. Then rub the fat end of the candle along your slit. Don’t make contact with your clit.”
Moans filled the room as Grace followed his instructions.
“Does your clit want attention?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do you remember when I said that punishment doesn’t always involve spanking? Sometimes punishment involves denial. Keep your hands off your clit.”
Grace sighed. Her clit throbbed with need. She grabbed the bed sheet with her fist to keep her hand from drifting to her core.
“Fuck yourself with the candle, Grace. Stick the fat end into your luscious pussy and fuck yourself with it, hard.”
“Master, I can’t…”
She wasn’t ready for this. She needed another night to prepare. Another night to basically ‘perform’ for her Master.
“Now. I don’t have a lot of time and I want to hear you moaning when I come.”
Grace took a calming breath. Just think of it like a vibrator. Your Master wants this, and you don’t want to disappoint Him. She moaned loudly when she pushed the candle inside her wetness. It was cold and hard and despite her original misgivings, it felt wonderful. She moved it back and forth slowly.
“Master. Oh, Master.”
“Tell me. Tell me what it feels like.”
“Hard, smooth, oh Lord, so very good. Please, Master, let me touch my clit. Let me come.”
“No, not yet. Push it in as far as you can, and then hold it there. Just lie back on the bed when it’s buried deep inside you.”
It was all Grace could do to follow his instructions. She wanted to come, needed to come.
“I’m about to come, Grace. I’m stroking my hard cock, thinking of you licking it like a lollipop. When I’ve come, I’m going to go back to my friends in the main room. Then I’ll think about you, lying in your bed with a candle buried deep in your pussy, buried in you because I want it to be.”
His breathing was more ragged. “You’re on the honor system for this. If you can lie in bed for fifteen minutes, perfectly still, then you can come. If you move an inch, I want you to take the candle out, clean up and go to sleep. I’ll want a report tomorrow night and I’ll expect you to be totally honest. Do you understand?”
His words were husky, and seconds after Grace said yes, she heard him moan out his orgasm. How she wanted to be there so she could watch, see him in his passion; passion induced because she’d done what he’d asked her to do. The sound of his pleasure almost pushed her over the edge.
She took a deep breath and held it to keep herself from climaxing. She focused her thoughts on lying still, and the thin chain of self-control almost snapped when Master’s deep voice sounded in her ear.
“Fifteen minutes, Grace, starting after you turn off the phone. I’ll talk to you tomorrow night.” Then the line went dead.
Grace turned off the phone and sank into the mattress. She could feel the candle inside her, her folds throbbing around the hard wax. She wanted to move it in and out of her pussy until she came, and she knew she would come hard.
Think about Master. You want to be totally honest tomorrow when you tell him that you did as he said. She started to count seconds in her head, smiling to herself as she imagined Master standing near the bed, watching her fight the urge to complete what he’d started.
She focused her mind on counting seconds the way her mother had taught her. The number followed by the word Mississippi. One, Mississippi; Two, Mississippi. The candle seemed to swell. The throbbing in her clit turned into a full-fledged pulse. Her nipples felt like hard diamonds. She fought the urge to move by focusing her thoughts on Toffer, on what he was doing. He was surrounded by his hotshot Hollywood friends, and he was thinking about her lying in bed with a candle in her pussy.
After a few minutes that image faded and Master stood near the bed, a flogger in his hand. “How many minutes have gone by, Grace?”
“Nine.”
He was gently moving the flogger against his jean-clad legs. “Keep counting. Be a good girl. Count, Grace. There’s another minute gone by. What a very good girl you are. Only five more minutes and you can come. You can come hard.”
His imagined praises strengthened Grace’s resolve and she closed her eyes. Did that count toward movement? She hoped not. Another sixty Mississippis passed, and then another, and the pulse in her clit turned into a pounding. She wasn’t going to make it. She had to come. Now. Only three more minutes and she felt like she was going to cave.
“I’m so disappointed in you, Grace.”
No. No. I won’t do it. Nine, Mississippi. Ten, Mississippi.
“That’s it, Grace. Keep counting. Think about how much sweeter your orgasm will be because you waited, because you followed my instructions.”
Grace focused inward. She wouldn’t disappoint him with her failure. She centered her feelings on pleasing Master and continued to count. When fourteen minutes had passed, she smiled and fought the urge to shorten Mississippi to miss.
When the final sixty-Mississippi came, Grace arched her hips off the bed, thrust the candle in deeper and came, her fingers pinching her clit as she screamed Toffer’s name. Would he punish her for that? For screaming Toffer instead of Master?
When she finally settled her hips back on the bed, she gently stroked her aching clit and another orgasm rolled through her, this one sharper than the last one as she fucked herself furiously with the candle. When she was done she took several large gulps of air and pulled the tapered wax from her body.
She’d never come so hard, and never twice in a row. Her clit still throbbed as if it was suggesting a third orgasm, and Grace shook her head. It was late, after midnight. She needed to clean up and go to sleep. She wondered what Toffer was doing at that moment. Had he forgotten about her lying in bed, following her instructions, or was he checking his watch, fighting the urge to call and see if she’d been successful in following his orders.
Grace padded to the bathroom and laid the candle on the counter. She could see her juices glistening on the wax. The wetness was proof of her ability to follow Master’s instructions. The thought brought a huge smile to her face.