His little Dove

Part 5

For the next several days we rose and went off to work and classes, and I even went home to my own place for a few nights, we waited for the weekend. All week I called and made arrangements for a surprise for her. On Friday morning, I called in to work and told them I wasn't coming in, I gathered what I felt I would need and packed the car.

Once my car was loaded I went over to Dove's and used the spare key she had given me, I packed the things she would need for the entire weekend, then I sat down and waited. It was still early but on Fridays she had no classes so I knew she would be home very soon. Around two o'clock in the afternoon I heard her come thru the door. She was smiling, she was glad to see me. Then her smile faded into questions when she saw the small suitcase at my feet. I quickly explained that I had a surprise for her and that I was taking her away for the weekend. I explained about the small cottage we would stay in that I had arranged to use from a friend of mine. She had so many questions, where was it, who did it belong to etc. etc. I told her it wasn't too far, it was mostly used for my friends family vacations, that it wasn't all that spectacular or fancy, but that it had special features that I thought she would like. She wanted to know what those were, but I just smiled and told her she would have to just wait and see for herself.

After making a few quick calls to let people know she was going "camping" and one other call I requested she make to a trusted friend as a safe call, for which I felt on one hand that it wasn't really necessary but on the other I did. I handed her my wallet so she could read off my driver's license number to her friend, and other pertinent info and then we were ready to leave.

The cottage wasn't much, but it did sit back in the woods on a semi-secluded lot. The nearest neighbors were ¼ of a mile in either direction. There wasn't any lake and it wasn't some sort of fancy resort cabin, just a plain get away that would be nice and private. The first thing I checked was the telephone, my friend had assured me that it was working, and he was right, it was, I had Dove call her friend again and gave her the number and directions to where we were, they made arrangements for her to call again the next day.

The small cottage was made up of one great room, which included a small table to eat on, a small no frills kitchen and living room combined. The bedroom was separate as was the bathroom. Along one wall there was a stone fireplace, but it was what was overhead that I wanted her to see. All along the room were these very nice log beams that would make it easy to reproduce at least in part the scene she had witnessed the week before.

She was quiet as she looked upward, I watched closely for her reaction, she swallowed a little hard, remembering the scene from last Friday night. A small shiver ran through her body and I watched transfixed at the hardening nipples under her blouse. I softly smiled to myself, I knew she was ready for more, and I think at that moment, I was never prouder of anything in my life. I was proud she was just there with me, let alone of the trust she was placing within my grasp.

I had plans on trying to keep the weekend at a level and slow pace, I didn't want her to feel rushed even though she had told me that this is what she wanted. I know first hand how badly you can want something and still be apprehensive to actually take that important step towards that goal.

I placed my arm around her and suggested we get the things from the car and bring them inside. We walked out together holding hands like two love struck teenagers and I opened the trunk and handed her the small bag I had packed for her. I picked up my bag and then the duffle bag that I kept all the toys I carry. Her eyes widened as she looked the duffle bag over and could clearly see that new items had to have been added according to it's bulging sides. She swallowed again as she had inside, I could see the vein in her neck pulse faster as her heart rate sped along with a new wash of excitement. I smiled as I heaved the strap up onto my shoulder and said in a carefree voice, "Let's go doll, let's get inside and have some dinner.

Once we were back inside we took the bags to the bedroom and set them on the bed, I was almost out the bedroom door before I turned to see her fingers slowly trail over the top of the duffle bag. She jumped a little when I called her name and she picked up her head to look at me, "Come on, let's go back out to the car and bring in the groceries and start fixing something to eat, I'm starving."

She followed me but not before stopping and taking one last glance at the duffle bag sitting near the center of the bed. We went out and carried the bags of groceries in and she began getting out pots and pans and together we prepared a nice spaghetti dinner. The evening was nearly silent so I knew how nervous she was, I knew that when I did decide to take this to the next step that I would have to just take the control fast so she would not sit too long and wonder when, and what will be done. I began to explain how I wanted to take things slow, that I thought for this first night that we would just relax on the sofa and read and just be together for a while before we went any further. It had the desired result I was looking for, she relaxed and breathed easier and smiled and even though she still wasn't what you could call chatty, she finally was comfortable enough to begin a bit of small talk as we cleaned away dinner dishes and settled on the sofa to read and relax.

I sat and looked at her as she sat quietly reading, the soft light of early evening still coming through the window and dancing on her long hair made her appear so angelic and innocent, but I know the little vixen underneath that illusion. I know I have to see that part of her as she looks up at me watching her, her soft smile; I crave to hear those soft moans of ecstasy. I began to focus on her and my thoughts began to take over, I love watching her as she fly's through that space where I send her. That pain pleasure mixture she craves is so undeniable at times no matter how hard she tries to fight her desire. When she reaches that moment and relinquishes that control that empowers me to send her into that realm of bliss is to me the most erotic and where her true beauty really shines through.

I laid my own book aside and sat forward, "Crawl to me NOW!" I ordered her.

At first she was a little startled but she breathed a sigh of relief, relief in knowing the wait was over, the control was mine, and I was going to lead her through the night as she had requested after the party the other night. She carefully and gracefully laid her book aside and slipped onto the floor; those eyes, so big and so blue, already glassing over in her headspace. She crawled as I had ordered, reaching the edge of where I sat; she sat back on her folded legs, her small delicate hands resting easily on her thighs. She waits for me to give her the next command.

I am pleased and smile at her as she sits so patiently and quiet. I stand and place my hands on my hips; the hardness under my trousers evident to her, she knows what I require without saying another word. She reaches up to free me from the tight pants, they fall to the floor, her small warm hand closes around me and she looks up into my eyes. I nod she has her unspoken permission.

The warmth of her mouth is exquisite as she takes me deeply into her throat as she has been taught; her eyes look upward at me, I cannot help but smile, she pleases me so very much. Her other hand comes up and cups my balls softly, her fingers stroking as her mouth slides up and down the shaft. Her tongue darts across the head to lick the precum she sucks so diligently from me. I cannot maintain like this and she knows it, it's her eyes so filled with everything she is inside that sends me close to the edge of filling her mouth way too soon. I always stop her before it gets to that point. I place my hands on her head, prepared to stop her so I may take her into the other room. She knows this, and knows that by placing my hands on her head I intend to stop her. Her mouth reaches the tip of the head again; she smiles at me, her eyes dance, filled with that impishness I adore in her, she doesn't stop, she takes me deep into her mouth and sucks hard, squeezing me just a bit more, and I fill her mouth. I have to smile at her, "Does my little dove crave a little discipline for making me cum too soon?"

I step out of the pants and leave them for now; I begin to walk towards the bedroom pulling off my shirt. I know she will follow without getting up; she will crawl because she had no other instruction. I reached the room and turned to watch her as she crawled to me.

I looked her over as she past the threshold she was wearing one of my old t-shirts, no bra and a pair of thin cotton pants she uses to be comfortable in; nothing she won't miss I thought to myself.

I squatted down and looked closely at her; my hand came out fast to grab her hair, I stood and pulled her up with my hand filled with her hair. She squealed a little as I backed her up against the wall. Her legs parted instinctively. I let go of her hair and grabbed her left wrist; and I ordered her to hold her hands out for her cuffs. I fastened them into place, then the collar I had gotten for her as a surprise. I ordered her hands to be given to me again so I could lock them to the collar that now adorned her lovely neck.

We had only just begun on this journey a short time ago, but I already knew that this was her biggest struggle, to give over both hands to be secured was almost a battle each time we used any form of bondage. She holds her right hand tight and hard against herself. I order her to hand it over to me, to let go so she can fly for me, "My little dove, trust and use those wings to fly for me, give me your hand." She shakes her head, her eyes tearing up knowing she will lose this battle and give me that hand. I pinched her nipple lightly through the t-shirt she still wore, she winced and the hand relaxed to move to protect the tweaked nipple. I took the wrist and pulled her arm upward and quickly secured it in place. Now, she is mine to play with.

I move quickly to take her back into the other room, carrying the duffle bag. She jumped slightly as the bag made a loud thud as I dropped it onto the floor I use my fingertips to almost tickle down her side; down her left leg, I unzip the bag and pulled the spreader bar I had brought from the top of the bag. She shivered as I fastened her ankle cuffs to the bar. My fingertips softly crept up her legs, still in the pants she had worn for their comfort, and then up and over her nipples as I stood and smiled before I turned away to get something from the bag.

She watched wide eyed as I carried the rope towards her and threw it up and over the beam that I had pointed out to her before, I pulled it tight through the ring of her collar in the back and as I took up the slack and tied it off to the sofa so it pulled her up and made her body tight.

Once she was tied as I wanted her I went back to the bag and pulled from it's depths a shinny hunting knife that looked ominous even to me. The blade glistens in the light of the room. She takes in a breath and shivers. I return to her, spread wide on with the spreader bar, her eyes big and following me with every movement I make. My free hand explores her breasts, her breathing quickens as I step closer and kiss her hard against her throat, just under the center of the collar, that first soft moan that sets my soul on fire almost whispered in my ear as she fills the kiss give way to a sweet little bite.

I bring up the knife; I move it over her breasts through the thin material of the t-shirt. She gasps as it penetrates the white material and I cut it from her body, pulling and tugging roughly to remove all remnants, letting it fall in shreds to the floor. Her nipples are hard, and just a slightly bit darker pink in color then they are in their normal state. So small and light pink, she is perfection in my world.

I tease her with the knife, trailing over her breasts, circling her nipples; playfully I move it along her upturned arms held so securely against her own neck. Down the center of her chest and across her belly; reaching the waistband of the thin cotton lounging pants, a good snip and tug and I begin to cut and rip them away. Now she only wears the small tiny panties that will soon enough be torn away as the rest of the remnants of her clothing; but first I will tease her a while longer to make sure they are good and wet.

I passed the flat of the blade between her legs, allowing her to feel it's cold hard steel through her dampened panties. My mind racing through all the various things she likes and I love to do to her. That gentle little moan of hers again plays softly in the air and lands deep within my heart. I take the knife away and lay it aside; I grabbed the panties in my fist and pulled them upward. That sweet little moan grew louder as the material stretched and pulled hard against her clit, my little slut was growing so wet already, and I could smell her scent filling the room. I let go suddenly and picked the knife back up and slipped them under the edge on the side and tugged hard cutting them; the knife gone again I grabbed the material still held deeply within her folds and roughly pulled them away.

I held them and could feel how having them pulled so tightly within her folds had soaked up the wetness that seeped from her tight little pussy; this pleased me to no end; I smiled as I brought them close to her face and told her to see what a little whore for me she is; then I ordered her to open wide and placed them in her mouth. I love watching her as she has no choice but to taste her own desire, that trembling that begins is just too exquisite to explain.

Standing there spread opened and gagged I began placing clothespins on the underside of her arms, she shook and trembled squeezing her eyes so tight as each pin inched and held it's place as I moved on to the next one. Both arms had 10 pins attached when I started placing 6 on each breast, circling those beautifully tiny tight little nipples. I watched in delight as she shivered upon seeing the clover leaf clamps in my hand, I know they are a hard limit for her, and I would never dream using them on her, but that wild look in her eyes was almost too much. I chuckled and told her to relax. I placed one end of the clamps on a small section of the panties sticking out between her lips and allowed the chain to dangle down, between her breasts, the remaining clamp hanging free and laying nicely against the skin of her belly.

I squatted down between her legs feeling how wet she was, running the length of my fingers against her; she squirmed a bit as my fingers brushed against her clit. I stood back up and picked up the crop to give her that little sting she has learned to love so much. With her clit so hard and throbbing I knew just a few light strikes would have her reeling and begging to cum if she weren't so wickedly gagged with her own panties. Just a few light taps and then glide the shaft of it through her folds, then back to letting her feel it's sting, back and forth I went, alternating the teasing glide to striking her thighs and ass. Her knees shook and would have buckled, if it weren't for her being held so tightly from the rope that stretched her upward for me. She felt that crop for several minutes and with each of her muffled cries, I struck harder and harder until I reached a level I felt she could take. Red welts rose up and she tried her best to squirm away, but that rope held tight and only allowed her sway her hips back and forth.

Just as I laid the crop aside and drove two fingers deeply inside of her I pulled the chain of the clamps and pulled the panties free from her lips and demanded she cum for me and show me what a good little whore she can be. Her head rolled back and that wonderful full moan I had desired to hear was ringing through the air of the room. She soaked my hand and fingers as they rocked her to one orgasm into another. I slowly withdrew my fingers and her breathing eased. I began to remove the pins which brought on more soft moans as her head hung down, her flight was almost there, to make her truly fly would take just a little more.

All the pins gone, I picked out the 2 floggers from the bag and began to flog her with a non-stop duel action. Her thighs, back her already reddening ass and lightly on her breasts and a few strikes between her spread legs. She cried out as she lost control of her orgasm and sagged as much as the rope would allow, I released the rope from her collar, her hands and then her feet and helped her over to a sturdy side table that I pulled away from the wall to use as a bench. I knew I needed no more restraints; she was beyond moving much more. I laid her over the center of it; spreading her legs by instinct I put a generous application of lube on her ass. I selected a medium size plug and it slid in so easy with a glorious moan from the very depths of her soul, her biggest fantasy and joy to have her pussy and her ass filled at the same time. I stroked my cock to get it harder, put on a condom, and placed it at the entrance of her pussy. She tried to lift her head and look over her shoulder at me, but the effort was just too much and she let her head drop back down in place. I placed my hand on her shoulder and as I trust upward into her I pulled her down onto me. "Time for my little dove to feel her Master fuck her, and fuck her hard."

Her pussy squeezed tightly around me, she was cumming over and over, there is no need for permission here, for she has no more control over it. The plug slipped from her ass as the contractions of her orgasm pushed it out; with my cock so slick from her and the lube already there, I pulled from her tight little pussy and took her ass, "my" ass, and now as if by sheer will and that sudden burst of adrenaline her head came up fast and she threw her hair back as she came hard with me in her ass. The muscles tightening around me, she milked my cock, I barely had time to pull out and tear off the condom and coat her little ass.

We sunk to the floor together, using a piece of the cut t-shirt I cleaned her up and held her tightly in my arms. "Fly my little dove, fly for me--spread those beautiful wings of yours and soar."

To be Continued:

Steve