UNDER MY THUMB
By Fidelis Blue and Kitten
Chapter Three
The day after the episode at the stables, Matt had to go on a trip to an art
fair, where his agent had arranged for him to give some master classes in
painting. He was glad of the three-day break. It gave him a chance to review the
situation with Elizabeth, consider how it might go forward. And he liked the
idea of leaving her alone to mull over the consequences of her impertinence to
him. Would she be less assertive the next time they met?
The evening he got back he went straight from the airport to her apartment.
She greeted him with a hug and showered his face with kisses. She brought him a
drink and then stood over him as he sat on the sofa, sipping her excellent pinot
grigio.
'Well, sir?' She stood with hand on hip, looking jaunty in her
tight-fitting jeans.
'Take your jeans off,' he said. 'And your knickers. Show me your ass.'
Raising her eyebrows somewhat, perhaps to imply that she wasn't use to such
peremptory instructions, she undid her belt buckle, unzipped the jeans and
pulled them down over her hips, balancing on the edge of a chair as she stepped
out of them. She wore a pair of little black satin knickers underneath. When
they were off too she turned and stood with her back to him, again with hand on
hip.
'Don't stand like that,' he said. 'It shows attitude. I don't care for it.'
Slowly, with obvious reluctance, she took her hand away, letting it fall to
her side.
'Bend over and touch your toes,' he said.
She did as ordered. He got up and stood behind her. The bruises were
fading, but the lines of black and blue across the centre of her buttocks were
still plain to see. He traced them with his finger, then squeezed her left
buttock hard.
'Still painful?' he enquired casually.
He looked down and saw her wince.
'A little. The first day I could hardly sit down.'
'Good. Things are going to be different around here now.'
'They are? How?'
'You're about to find out,' he said.
He slipped his hand between her legs, feeling the soft, smooth lips of her
shaved cunt nestling together.
'Anyone fuck you while I was away?'
'Certainly not,' she said indignantly.
'When did you last masturbate?'
'Hey,' she said. 'What is this, the third degree?'
He pinched her lips hard, just below her clit. He heard her gasp.
'Answer the question.'
'I don't know, I can't remember.'
He pinched her again, as hard as he could.
'OK, OK,' she cried. 'It was last night.'
'And while you were doing it what did you think about?'
He fondled her, reminding her that his fingers were poised for a further
assault.
'I thought about you.'
'What about me?'
There was silence. He dug his nails into the tender folds of flesh. She
squealed.
'I thought about what you did the other night, in the stable.'
'And what did you think about it?'
'I - I thought I probably deserved it.'
He took his hand away. 'Now we're getting somewhere.' He sat down on the
sofa again.
'Put your clothes back on.'
She stood up straight and turned to face him. 'Aren't you going to fuck
me?'
'In future,' he said, 'you won't ask impudent questions like that. That's
one of the things that are going to be different. Come and sit beside me.'
She pulled her clothes back on, then sat down with a puzzled air. She'd
expected he'd be mad with desire, want to take her immediately. She couldn't
quite read his mood.
'I've been thinking while I've been away,' he said, sipping his wine. 'If
I'm to be your master, take over responsibility for you from Jonathan, it's got
to be done properly. So listen to what I have to say.'
Her face was turned to him, hanging on his every word.
'I think you know that I love you. If you don't know, well, now I'm telling
you.'
Her mouth opened to speak. He held his hand up.
'Don't say a word till I've finished. Then you may speak. When I say I love
a woman, it means among other things that I cherish her, care for her, protect
her, have her interests and her well-being closest to my heart. But with you
there is something else, something I have never felt for another woman. It is an
urge I do not fully understand, a desire to possess you utterly, bend you to my
will so that you no longer have a will of your own, only the desire to please me
with every muscle and sinew of your body.
'I speak only of your sexual life. I choose not to interfere in your
everyday affairs. I admire women who are successful and independent, but I now
realise that for me their independence must be left at the door of the bedroom.
Once across that threshold you will submit to me in everything. I am a man who
likes order in all things, and henceforth I shall have order in my sexual
pleasures. I am still feeling my way in these matters. I know I have a lot to
learn. But already I have decided that we must have a strict code of conduct, a
series of rules which are to be most rigidly enforced. So listen carefully to
the rules I have so far formulated. Others will follow.
'First of all, we must have a means of separating off our sexual episodes,
in which you will always be the sub and I the Master, from everyday life. Now,
while I was away I purchased a ring.'
He held it up to her. It was on the middle finger of his left hand, a broad
band of silver with a curious device in the centre. She peered at it closely and
saw tiny snakes coiled together in the shape of the letter M.
'This is my Master's ring. I shall wear it at all times. Henceforth, when I
wish you to enter upon your role as sub I shall hold the ring for you to kiss.
At that moment you accept to become my sexual possession, until such time as I
shall offer the ring to be kissed again, at which point you may return to
ordinary behaviour. Is that clear?'
She looked dubious. Could this work? 'I think so,' she answered slowly.
He held the ring to her lips. She kissed it.
'Take my cock in your mouth,' he said.
He watched as she unzipped him, brought out his cock with her hand and
knelt across him to take it in her mouth. He sat for a moment admiring the sight
of her full red lips circled round the hardening shaft, her cheeks hollow as she
sucked him.
'I didn't say suck,' he said. 'Just hold it in your mouth, as far in as you
can. I want you to concentrate on what I am saying.'
She looked up at him, her beautiful eyes studying his face, her mouth
filled with his rigid cock, which she had managed to take almost to the back of
her throat.
'Now, these are the first rules. When we are in sexual session, you will
not speak unless spoken to. Otherwise, silence. If you are asked to speak, you
will always address me as Master. Your voice will be low and soft, compliant.
You will not look me in the eye, but keep your gaze respectfully cast down. Your
movements must be those appropriate to a sub. Standing with hand on hip,
lounging in a chair, leaning against a doorway, all these positions speak of a
lack of respect. In general you will stand with your legs six inches apart,
hands by your sides. You will sit with your knees slightly apart, never crossed.
Nor must you cross your arms. When you enter a room in which I am present you
will always knock first, await permission to enter and then curtsey. Nod your
head if you understand and assent.'
Still holding his cock in her mouth, she nodded slightly.
'Very well. Those are the initial rules concerning your conduct during a
session. There are other rules which are to apply at all times, without
exception. Firstly, no man will fuck you unless I give permission in advance. It
may be that I shall allow this from time to time, and indeed I may even require
you to perform sexual acts with others. But it will be strictly under
supervision. Second, masturbation is henceforth forbidden, unless expressly
ordered. You may think that since you are not always in my presence this will be
difficult for me to police. However, I think I know you somewhat, and if you are
lying to me I shall sense it. Second, since you have entered into a relation of
submission by choice, if you cheat on your Master you are only cheating on
yourself. And what would be the point of that?
'Third, there will be regulations concerning your appearance. I have not
yet had time to formulate them, but they will relate to matters such as what
sort of underwear is approved, bodily modifications such as piercing or tattoos,
hair style, colour of nail varnish, lipstick and so forth. For example, at
present the style in which your pubic hair is trimmed is approved. But I may
decide to change it. We shall see.'
Matt fell silent, watching her. Elizabeth, thinking that perhaps some
comment was expected from her, took his cock from her mouth.
'You're going to regulate my hair style?'
Matt held his hand up. 'You see, already you have broken a rule. Did I ask
you to speak?'
'No,' she said, crestfallen.
'No what?' he said sharply.
'No, Master,' she echoed sullenly.
'You will be punished in a moment. There are no set penalties for each
offence. They depend on my whim. But punished you shall be. Now put my cock back
in your mouth.'
She bent to take him once more.
'I think,' he continued, 'that in addition to regulating masturbation, I
shall impose controls on your orgasms during intercourse or other sexual acts
with me. In future I cannot allow you to come just when you feel like it, no
matter how much you may be stimulated. Henceforth, if I am fucking you or
touching you in some other way, you may not come without permission, which must
be requested in a respectful manner. That is as far as we need to go at the
present time. Signal once again your acceptance.'
She nodded again, her mouth full of his cock.
'Very well,' Matt said. 'Now there's just the little matter of your
punishment for speaking out of turn.'
He thought for a moment. 'Go into the kitchen and bring back a wooden
spatula, if you have such a thing.'
She took her mouth from his cock, got up and padded across the floor to the
kitchen. Matt sipped his wine as he admired her luscious round bottom clad in
the tight jeans. She came back and handed him a long wooden spatula, four inches
wide at the end. He swished it from side to side.
'Should do the job,' he said casually. 'However, haven't you forgotten
something?'
She wasn't sure if she was permitted to speak. 'What?'
He pointed to the door. 'Knock and curtsey.'
'But the door was open.'
'Are you daring to argue?' he said menacingly.
She scurried over to the door, knocked on it, waited for him to bid her
enter, then curtseyed with what looked suspiciously like an exaggerated
politeness. He let it pass, though he noted it for future reference.
'Now pull your jeans and knickers down to your knees and lie across my
lap.'
He stroked her bare bottom for a moment, enjoying the feel of the firm
flesh, the shapely curves. He thought the bruises not blemishes but
embellishments, the purple marks showing off the whiteness of the skin. Without
warning he brought the spatula down hard across her left buttock. She squealed.
Instantly he brought it down just as hard across the other one. She squealed
again.
'I don't care for all this noise,' he said. 'It's unseemly. It's noise,
after all, that you're being punished for. So let's have absolute quiet.'
Elizabeth gritted her teeth. The spatula smacked across her right buttock.
Involuntarily she grunted.
'That's not quiet,' Matt said. He was annoyed now. He didn't seem to be
getting his point across. He brought the spatula down across her left buttock
with as much force as he could summon, then across the right again. Her mouth
opened and he heard her gasp. At least there was less sound now, if still not
none at all.
'I'm going to spank you four more times, twice each side. If I hear any
kind of sound at all, I'll give you four more. And then if there isn't silence,
four more. You've got to learn, when I say a thing I mean it.'
He looked down at her bottom. There were livid red marks across the centre,
overlaid on the black and purple bruises. He struck her across one buttock, then
the other, then repeated the actions. Her body was shaking but her mouth
remained fast shut. The only sound was of her breathing heavily through the
nose.
'Very well,' he said. 'That's progress, I suppose. But I can see we've work
to do.'
He set the spatula down and put his right hand between her legs, sliding a
finger into her cunt, already slippery. He moved it out again and trailed it
with agonising slowness up towards her clit. Just short, he stopped, keeping his
finger poised in the soft, yielding folds of her sex. She remained still for a
moment, then shifted her position slightly in an attempt to bring his finger up
onto her clit. Immediately he took his hand away.
'Don't move,' he said. 'Don't you dare try to control things. Be quiet, lie
still and take what comes to you.'
He put his finger back between the lips of her cunt, moving it around a
little, caressing insidiously. He could feel the tension in her body as she
steeled herself not to respond. He moved his finger a little higher, just to the
edge of her clit. He felt her take a deep breath, her bottom rising on his lap.
So slowly the movement was scarcely perceptible, he slid his finger over her
clit, then circled it. He saw her toes twitch involuntarily.
He took his finger away. It was sopping wet from the juices that flowed
freely from her. He pulled the cheeks of her bottom apart with his left hand,
then put his slippery finger to the little pink rose between them. He circled
it, spreading the natural lubricant round her orifice. He put his finger to his
mouth, let saliva dribble on to it and put it back on her asshole. He circled it
again, repeated the action.
'Lift up a little,' he said.
She raised her bottom and he put his left hand under her belly. He slid the
middle finger into her cunt.
'Down again,' he said.
She sank back on to his lap. His finger, lodged in her cunt, was at an
angle that pressed against her clit. He moved it to press harder, then licked
the finger on his right hand again and carefully slipped it inside her ass. She
sighed.
'Careful,' he said.
He moved his finger around inside the tight little hole.
'Open for me, baby,' he said. 'I want all your orifices free and easy of
access. I can feel your cute little ass is tight. I think we'll have to work on
that.'
He felt her relax a little. He pushed his finger in further, up to the
second knuckle. Then he moved the finger of his other hand, the one inside her
cunt. He could feel them together, the two fingers finding one another through
the thin membrane that separated them.
He slid his finger out of her ass. Carefully, so she wouldn't be aware of
what was coming, he picked up the spatula. Without warning he brought it smartly
down, full across the centre of her ass. She gave a yelp.
'Dear me,' he said in a tone of mock solicitude. 'It seems we still have a
noise problem.'
He struck her again. The pinkness that his earlier strokes aroused had
somewhat subsided, but now her cheeks began to glow again. The sight aroused him
and he struck her several more times, alternately on each cheek of her bottom.
At the same time he pressed the finger of his left hand even harder against her
clit. Her body trembled at this dual assault, the one stinging her so hard, the
other offering her the prospect of the ecstasy she craved.
He put the spatula down, licked his finger and once more inserted it into
her ass, gently pushing in up to the hilt. Then he thrust all four fingers of
his left hand into her cunt, filling her. She was breathing hard. He moved his
fingers around inside her cunt, thrusting in and out, round and round, fucking
her with his hand. He thought she was not far from orgasm now; at least she
might think that, though he had other plans.
'I wonder if you can see what I'm trying to do here,' he said, adopting
once again that reasonable, patient tone of voice, as if he were at the front of
a class instructing them on some finer point of drawing technique.
'It seems to me that one objective in the training of a sub should be to
associate pleasure and pain together in her mind. Her own pleasure, her desire
for orgasm, must always be strictly regulated and will often be denied
completely. That of course is a painful experience for her. But at the same time
she must always see the denial of her own satisfaction as giving pleasure to her
Master, for in accepting it she is demonstrating her obedience to him, and that
gives him satisfaction. And in turn this pleases her too, since nothing is more
gratifying to the sub than the knowledge that her Master is pleased. So do you
see how it goes, round and round? The pain I cause you by beating you gives me
delight because it is the visible sign of my ownership of your body, and this
pleases you too, to know you are owned.'
He said this with his hand still buried in her cunt, his fingers working
deep up inside her. As he moved them about, he could feel them against the
finger of the other hand, which remained pushed deep into her ass. Looking down,
he saw beads of sweat of her brow. Her jaw was clenched as she tried desperately
to hold back the forbidden orgasm.
Once more he withdrew his finger from her ass and grasped the spatula.
'I suppose you'd like me to let you come?' he inquired.
'Oh, god yes, oh please,' she whispered.
'Well,' he replied, 'I would only do that if you are prepared to suffer the
appropriate amount of pain.'
'How much is that?'
'I'm not quite sure yet. But the pain is going to increase at the same time
as the pleasure. I'm going to start beating you again, and each time I stop I
shall bring you closer to an orgasm. But not close enough. I shall then ask you
if you are prepared to endure a little more pain in order to increase the
pleasure. Each time you must make a calculation, ask yourself just how much more
you can bear. If you say no more, then of course there will be no orgasm. If you
say you can bear more, I shall continue with another round of pain followed by
pleasure. But you won't know if, when I stop beating the next time, you will
then be granted an orgasm, or whether you will have to go a stage further. Thus
the achievement of orgasm is within your power, but only if you are prepared to
gamble future pain against it.'
'God, that's cruel,' she muttered.
'Did I ask for that comment?'
'No, I'm sorry,' she groaned.
'I'm sorry what?'
'I'm sorry, Master.'
The spatula rose and fell, once against each buttock.
'Remember, keep still, keep quiet,' he said. 'Now, shall I begin?'
He withdrew all his fingers from her cunt except one, which he kept pressed
against her clit. He raised his right arm and brought it down hard, the spatula
striking her full across her backside. He felt her tremble slightly, but there
was no sound. He beat her regularly, first one cheek then the other, half a
dozen on each. Then he worked her clit with his finger, circling it just the way
she liked it, but slowly, far slower than she needed.
'Feel nice?' he said casually.
'It's so lovely,' she said. 'It's just a little too slow.'
'Isn't it, though?' he said.
He felt merciless now. Teasing her was such a delight, he wanted it to go
on and on. Her breathing was heavier. Her hips twitched. He knew he must be
careful or she would sneak up on him before he could hold her back. He stopped
moving his finger and picked up the spatula.
'Well?' he said. 'What is it to be?'
She hesitated for a moment. He looked down at her ass. It was bright red
now. The spatula had raised weals across the tender flesh.
'Yes, go on,' she said. 'I can't stop now.'
He struck her again, the hardest blows he'd yet given her. She squealed.
'I must have silence,' he said.
'Yes, but it's so hard. So very hard.' There was a sob in her voice.
'Go on?'
'Yes,' she whispered.
He beat her four more times, two on each side. Then he began to move his
finger again, carefully rubbing the now tormented little clit, so swollen and
wanting. Again he felt she was near to her climax, and he slowed down the
movement till it was almost imperceptible, then stopped altogether, his finger
resting at the tip of her clit.
'Well?' he said.
'Oh, god,' she cried. 'You're driving me fucking crazy. I can't bear it.'
'I don't care for that language.'
'No, I'm sorry, oh please, please.'
'Very well,' he said calmly. 'I'll stop altogether, shall I?'
'No, yes, I don't know. I'm going out of my head.'
'With pleasure or pain?'
'I don't know. I can't tell the difference any more.'
'I'll tell you what I'll do,' he said. 'The next beating will be the last.
If you can survive it without protest, I'll let you come. But you won't know in
advance how many strokes you'll receive, or how hard. Want to take the chance?'
She took a deep breath. 'Can I make a request, Master?'
'It's unusual,' he said. 'But just this once.'
'If it's going to be real bad, I know I'll cry out. Just this once, will
you ignore that? Please?'
He thought it might be good to hear her scream a little. 'Very well.'
He raised the spatula and struck her, this time on the thigh just below the
crease of the buttock. He struck the other side, then concentrated on making a
pattern, raising welts at the top of both thighs and up the lower part of the
buttocks. After three or four blows, she cried out. He hit her harder than ever
and she screamed. After a dozen blows he set the spatula aside for the last
time. He licked his finger and slid it into her ass, then with his other hand he
gently caressed her clit, this time at just the speed and pressure she liked and
in no time at all he felt her cunt locked round his hand as her hips shook, her
bottom coming up off his lap in the throes of ecstasy.
When she'd finished she rolled over and looked up at him. Her eyes were
shining. He held his ring for her to kiss.
'That was masterly,' she said.
The next day he called her over to his house.
'Show me,' he said.
She turned and raised her skirt, pulling down her knickers for his
inspection. He winced at the mass of bruises.
'Is it really sore?' he asked solicitously.
'Sore?' She laughed. 'You bet.'
'I've been thinking,' he said. 'We need to formalise the arrangement with
Jonathan. I've written him a letter.'
He held it out. She took it and read:
Dear Jonathan
First, let me say how grateful I am to have been given the opportunity to
take over as Elizabeth's Master. This is indeed a privilege. I can tell that she
has been in the hands of an experienced and practised dom, though I think it
will take me a while to achieve the level of excellence which clearly you
attained with her. I am to an extent still feeling my way, and of course she
needs time to adapt to my different personality.
I shall do my very best to cherish her and care for her. She is a precious
girl, wayward and headstrong but one who responds so well to a firm hand. I take
my responsibilities to her very seriously and my only wish is to make her happy
and fulfilled.
Although you have agreed to relinquish her to me, since you were her first
Master I think it only proper that you should retain some rights. I have no
objection to you using her on occasion, if you should feel the need to beat her
or fuck her. I only request that as a courtesy you inform me in advance if you
intend to perform these acts.
With very best wishes,
Matt
'You're going to let him beat me or fuck me? Don't I belong to you now?'
'Of course. And since I own your body, I suppose I may bestow it where I
wish?'
She looked concerned. 'I'm not sure about that.'
'Not sure?'
'If you really love me, why would you let someone else fuck me?'
'If you really love me, wouldn't you do anything I said?'
She was silent.
'It's hypothetical at the moment. But I do reserve the right to do with you
as I please. Otherwise, what is the point of being a Master?'
She shrugged. 'OK, but I hope it's not soon. I really need to feel
confident in your affections first.'
'I note what you say,' he replied. 'Your feelings will be taken into
account.'
At the weekend he came round to her apartment.
'I've been thinking about the rules,' he said. 'Especially those governing
your appearance. Which, I may say in passing, is a source of great pleasure to
me.'
She smiled, basking in his praise.
'So I'm here to do a cull of your underwear.'
'A what?'
'I've decided on what the rules are to be, governing your knickers and so
forth.'
'Oh,' she said,' a slow smile spreading, 'and what are they?'
'In future you will wear only silk or satin. And in a limited range of
colours: white, black, red, purple. You will never wear tights, or pantyhose,
which, like most men, I find an abomination. Only stockings, and these must be
kept up with a belt or a corset or some such, not self-supporting. As for your
bras, they must either be front-fastening, or in the balcony style, no straps at
the middle of the cups.'
'But that rules out half my lingerie!' she cried.
'Possibly,' he said calmly. 'That's why I'm here to inspect. Show me.'
Looking anxious, she led the way into her bedroom and opened a drawer. It
was filled with bras and knickers in all colours and materials. He picked up a
pair of pink silk briefs, embroidered with red roses. It was an elegant and
delicate garment that would look good on her, no doubt. He tossed it on the
floor.
'Those must go for a start.'
'No,' she exclaimed. 'I really love those little panties. Please.'
'Show me the next item,' he said.
She glared at him. Reluctantly she picked up a satin bra in midnight blue.
The material had a seductive, glossy sheen.
'On the floor,' he said.
'It was really expensive, with matching knickers' she protested. 'Look,
D&G.' She showed him the label. He waved them away.
'Next.'
She sighed deeply and let the bra fall to the floor. She picked up a tiny
pair of lacy white see-through knickers, with some discreet embroidery around
the front, just enough to hide the sex.
'Doesn't look like silk or satin,' he said.
'Look, this is ridiculous,' she protested. 'I'll have nothing left.'
He got up and went over to her. He held out his ring for her to kiss it.
'Must I?' she said. 'Can't we have a reasonable conversation about this?'
'If you were trained by Jonathan,' he said, 'how come you're so
recalcitrant?'
She was thoughtful. 'He was a different personality. I feel I'm starting
all over again with you. I can't just slip into it the way I was with him.'
He pressed his ring to her lips. With a look of resignation she kissed it.
'Shall we resume?' he said.
He told her to make two piles, one of rejected items, the other of what
would be allowed. At each garment she held up, he nodded or shook his head. The
pile of rejects grew larger and larger, till the drawer at last was empty. She
opened the drawer below. It was full of tights and stockings, many still new in
their cellophane wrappers. He made her toss all the tights, even the new ones,
on to the floor.
'Parcel them up to be burnt,' he said.
'Burnt? But what a waste!'
'You've got plenty of money, remember?'
She bit her lip, annoyed to have her words thrown back at her. 'Can't we
just have a rule that in future I'll only buy the regulation colours and
materials?'
'How dare you answer back!' he snapped. 'I've had enough of this nonsense.'
He began tugging off his leather belt. 'Bend over the arm of that chair and
bare your bottom.'
Her face was pink with indignation, but she knew she had gone too far.
Nervously she lowered herself, her face pressed into the chair cushion, her
bottom raised. She pulled her skirt up to her waist and lowered her knickers to
her knees. He began to lash her with the belt in a kind of frenzy, this time
taking no care to strike accurately but hitting as hard as he could. The belt
thrashed across her buttocks, down the back of her thighs, sometimes catching
the side of her hip. Once it caught the inside of her thigh and clipped against
the lips of her sex. She gave a series of little yelps as she wriggled, not
daring to avoid the blows altogether but trying to mitigate their force. The
heavy belt stung her badly, raising thick welts across the flesh, still not yet
recovered from his previous assaults.
At last he lowered the belt, breathing heavily. Without a word he undid
himself and entered her, his cock piercing deep into her cunt. He fucked her as
mercilessly as he had beaten her. When he'd ejaculated and withdrawn, he picked
up the little pink satin knickers from the floor and wiped tenderly between her
legs.
'Have I made my point?'
'Yes, Master,' she said.
He gave her his ring to kiss.
'We'd better go shopping,' she said. 'I haven't a thing to wear.'
