Kajiradreams

“No.

No way. I am NOT doing it. Not a FUCK-ING prayer. NO. I can’t, it isn’t right”

As the diatribe coming out of my mouth of all the reasons why and just plain NO was occurring, I could feel the nervous tension inside me mounting. We were in The Chequers and it was fairly full. No one was particularly listening from what I could see, and to the average person, I suppose it looked like a quiet lovers tiff.

Oh no… Here I am cringing as another ‘Oh Shit’ moment comes along. Saying no to Him in private was major, let alone saying it in public. I will be punished for this. Ah well, fuck it, in for a penny and all that….”I am not doing it. End of…”

I put my head down, no longer able to go on, no longer able to look him in the eye. For around 5 minutes he had let me go on and on, just looking at me with those calm brown eyes. I had stopped when I saw them change; I could not look at him then.

His breath tickled my ear as he leaned in to speak to me. “Kajira. This is not open to debate” his voice was low and calming in my ear, but the sternness was there, I could feel it. I knew my defiance would not be tolerated any longer. “It is going to happen… and tonight. Kajira, the only choice you have in reality is whether to enter into this in compliance to my wishes or with an open heart, submissive to my will and eager to please”. As his finger touched my chin and lifted my head up, I saw his eyes briefly and knew which option I had already chosen, but was denying.

“Yes kajira, I know. I see your fear. Collect yourself as you finish your drink, and then join me. I will be sitting with him”.

So, there I was, stood at the bar on a Saturday night with three quarters of a pint of snakebite in my hand. Master sat over in the corner with Mike, laughing and chatting away about bloody football no doubt, and then there’s me. Trying to get my head around what would be happening in an hour or so. That was one thing about Master that I both loved and hated at the same time. He always told me what was going to happen, never surprising me. Not really. The only surprise was inside me, when I found myself yet again submissive to his will, and more often than not, loving every second of it.

The first time I met Mike was earlier today. Master, Mike and a few others had got together watching a football match on TV. Master informed me before they all arrived that apart from Mike, the others were vanilla friends, so I got the heads up and knew how to behave; but God football is boring on TV! For me, I was thankful when the match ended – at least for a while. Masters’ vanilla friends went home, I was given praise for my behaviour around them; then informed that I was not wearing suitable attire any more, that the house was no longer vanilla.

I think that was the first ‘oh shit’ moment of the day….

Actually, it was quite stimulating being in the house on these non-vanilla days. Once I have my nerves under control it’s quite nice to be in the house naked; just pottering about, doing the bits and pieces that need doing and kneeling while talking with master or just listening to the conversations going on.  I went up stairs to strip and when I got back downstairs Master smiled at me, bending to kiss my forehead when I knelt before him. It took me a good half an hour before I could look at Mike. I always find it difficult when I know I am being watched. I had seen him looking at me out of the corner of my eye while I had made the cups of coffee; I had seen the look in his eyes and know a carefully coded conversation had been going on between them both at various times that afternoon.

Well. Take another deep breath and a mouth full of alcohol!

I can feel my anticipation for later on building inside me, but I cannot go over there and sit with Master until I have finished my drink.  To be honest, I know I am not ready to do that yet. Master told me to finish my drink for a reason and just now I’m still lurching between what my upbringing says is morally correct and this feeling of intense exhilaration inside me at what will come later.

Master said earlier that he was taking me here, to the Chequers tonight. He knows it is a pub I am familiar with, I feel comfortable in here and the clothes he picked for me to wear I feel safe in. With jeans and a T-shirt on, I feel as if I fit in here just now but I know later on when we get home I will feel vulnerable with these clothes on; as if they do not belong on me and I realise that little bits of my training are starting to become ingrained.

Some guy comes up to the bar to get a drink and starts jabbering to me. I really don’t want this and look to my Master to try to catch his eye and get help, but I see he is already watching along with Mike. That he already knows. He just smiles at me as he raises his glass. I recognize that he wants me to deal with this alone.  I notice the guy is wearing a band on his finger so I pointedly ask how his wife is. It gets the message across quickly enough and he gets his drink and walks away.  Another swallow of my drink and I notice it is going down just a little too quick, that time is slipping away. Earlier, somewhere around half past six, Mike wanted to grab a shower before we went out, to ‘feel clean again’. Master instructed me while Mike was present to go and serve him, to help him wash. Master said he could tell I found Mike attractive and that he was pleased; that I should have no problem in helping Mike get ready before we went out. His instruction to me was only that I could not beg Mike to fuck me, anything apart from that was acceptable though.  Oh I really love those sorts of command!

In the shower with soap on my hands, I have to say that washing Mike had been an unbelievably difficult thing to do. God I can feel the moisture saturating that area between my thighs now, just thinking about it.   Part of me was so self conscious, so aware of the fact that my Master was just a few feet away in another room, yet while I had been washing his legs I had been very pleased to see his shaft harden just a few inches away from my mouth. I can feel a smile on my face as I remember washing very carefully that part of him, before ensuring that Mike was fully satisfied with his shower… all the parts of Mike. He watched as I licked and sucked his cock and balls, running my tongue down the length of him before slowly taking it fully in my mouth.  Mike made it plain that he wanted his cock deep in my mouth when he was near cumming. Apart from the feel of his hand in my hair, holding my head exactly where he wanted it as he shot his load deep in my throat, Mike never touched me in the shower.  I am so frustrated just now because of that, I know it is exactly as Master intended and that so fucking annoys me.  He confirmed that thought, about half an hour ago.

Dear God how am I going to do this?

I suppose I cannot really waste much more time with this pint, it’s nearly gone. I think looking at it; I have about a mouthful left. I look over to Master and see he is still watching me as he laughs at something Mike is saying. I lift my glass and let the last of the liquid roll down my throat; as I lower the glass I notice both of them are now silent watching me. I turn to place the glass down on the bar and as I do I take a deep breath.  Now I am ready. Now I am my Master’s servant.  Now I can walk over there with an open heart willing to do his will, I trust him.

As I walk over Master pushes a stool out from the table with his foot and I sit down on it. Master says He and Mike have almost finished their drinks. Mike adds “We’ll be heading back then, kajira”.  I just feel another ‘oh shit’ moment coming on as I lower my head and swallow hard. I cannot look either of them in the eye just now and somehow I feel it would not be appropriate either.   Mike has been calling me kajira all day, everyone has. As far as Master’s vanilla friends go, they think it’s my nickname and I can cope with that. As far as Mike goes, he knows its true meaning and that makes me nervous.

We walk the mile or so back to Masters’ house. Master and Mike talking and laughing, they have not seen each other for a few months with the sound of it and I can tell they are close. I am mainly quiet, holding Master’s hand with my head bowed. Master tells me that He and Mike grew up together and a drunken night full of coincidences made them realise they shared the same ‘lifestyle’. Mike laughs when I ask if I may know more, he says to me that he thinks I am as close to a natural sub as he as seen, then laughing he informs Master he ought to collar and train me soon before someone else recognises what is inside me and does it first. Master says I have a defiant streak, that although he recognises what Mike sees in me, that to be fully mastered it would take a strong master. He tells me that he will punish my defiance of him in the pub when we get back to his house. That he is letting me know now so I can think of it while we walk.  Master says that Mike will be delivering it for him, that as Mike is the guest and my diatribe was offensive of Mike that it is only fair. I have my head bowed as I think. Dear God, Master has told Mike what I said….

Mike laughs. He thanked my Master for allowing him the privilege of punishing me. He asked Master if he still has ‘that old paddle’…  No! Please not that!  I feel myself shake inside, I do not know if it is visible but I feel my cheeks flaming red at the thought, at the embarrassment.  I walk in silence the rest of the way back.

When we get back in the house Master looks at me. I know without questioning that I need to strip, I am no longer correctly attired. The house has not been vanilla since five o’clock.  I go to move upstairs, to remove my clothes, but I am stayed by Mike’s voice.  “Here will do, where I can see you. After you have knelt your submission to me you may go bring the paddle”.

I no longer know if it is just my cheeks that are bright red, but it feels like my whole body now. I know better than to look to Master for a way out; that will only annoy him.  Master told me of the plans for tonight in the pub, the submission of walking back to him after my drink was the gesture of my acceptance.   I strip, I can feel myself shaking, partly out of the thought of that godforsaken paddle, but it is more than that now. I am aroused, just as Master knew I would be.  Kneeling naked before Mike with my hands face up on my thighs and head bowed, I can feel my cunt dripping, it is so strong my desire I am almost certain it can be smelt.  “Are you a tower slave?” Mike asks. I quickly spread my knees, conscious of Master and Mike’s eyes on me as I do, even though all I can see is Mike’s feet.

Mike crouches down before me and says that my position is better. He puts his hand between my legs and rubs his fingers on my crotch until they slip with the wetness inside and one of his nails scratches my clit. My shudder is visible. “You are soaking wet slut. Taste it.” He brings his hand to my mouth and I suck my juices from his fingers until they are clean.  I do not think I could be more tightly wound as I am now.

Master has sat in his chair, watching.

Mike stands up now and tells me to go fetch the paddle. He does not ask if I know where it is, he knows as well as I do, I know.  I stand and go to the front door, on the wall at the side it hangs there on a nail, two folds of black leather and cold to my touch. I know better than to just walk in with it in my hand.  I go onto all fours and put the paddle in my mouth; I crawl to Mike and kneel before him, waiting. When he puts his hand out I take the paddle from my mouth and kiss it before placing it in his hand.  He comments to Master that he is pleased, that it is obvious I have felt this leather before. Good God, have I! I don’t want to feel it again, but I know it is coming.

Mike sits on the couch and signals that I go to him. He places me over his knee so my ass is high in the air and my legs are spread. I am exactly where he wants me.  He shoves the leather between my thighs and up to my dripping pussy. He knows it will get wet there if he rubs it and apart from that, he knows it is stimulating me further as he feels my squirming.  He puts his left hand at the back of my neck, forcing my head down and I feel his arm on my back. I know I will not be able to move.  He pulls the paddle out from where it has been and strokes my ass with it. I can feel the wetness, it is not quite so cold now either.  I feel it lift off my ass then I feel the awful biting sting as it hits for the first time. I cannot help but squeal and I hear Master move out of the chair. Thank god, he has changed his mind; but he hasn’t and tears start to form as Master puts a tea towel into my mouth.  He does not wish to hear noise.  The second blow was delivered as Master sat back down and the tears spring forth. It hurts like hell and Mike is taking his time. He moves his hand so his fingers can explore my cunt and ass hole in between the strokes. He comments to Master that he thinks for all my tears, the paddle is putting me to the edge. Master says he is aware of this, that his kajira for all the protestations, deep down prefers being punished for errors and suggests Mike makes the last few strokes in quick succession.

Mike has his fingers dipping in and out of my dripping pussy, his blows are not light and my ass smarts where the paddle has been. Just now I can feel the leather of the paddle pushing between my ass cheeks as his fingers play. Although I fully know that the next three blows will hurt like hell, that for the rest of the night my ass will feel like it is on fire, I want them to come. I want to feel the leather bite my ass as it makes contact; I want that lingering fire ignited every time my ass is touched through the night. But dear God this is going to hurt.  Master moves and takes the towel out of my mouth. As he does I feel Mike’s hand move and the leather pull away. The leather hits and I realise that as that malevolent unrelenting piece of leather bites my ass again and again, my need for release is becoming urgent.

Mike releases his hold on my neck, but I dare not move. The fire on my ass hurts and I do not want to inflame it, or him. He tells me to stand and as I do he hands me the paddle to put back into its place. With a smile on his face he slaps my butt as I move past so I move quickly.   As I place the paddle back on the wall I kiss it again then go and kneel in front of Mike and thank him for my punishment.   Both he and Master smile at me and I notice the bulge in Mike’s trousers. Master stokes my hair and asks me if I have anything to say.

“Yes Master” I say. “May a kajira talk freely?”

I am told the answer yes, as Master and Mike glance at each other.

“Master. May we go upstairs now?” I ask

“This kajira is sorry for arguing against you, but as you recognised, I was frightened.”  I bow my head then take a deep breath before looking them in the eye as I continue.

“Master. Please…  I want both of you, now.”

Mike and Master laugh at this and tell me to get my sexy ass upstairs. I do so laughing myself as they follow. Master knows my fantasies; he knows what I dream of doing. He knows I could never do any of them of my own volition, that I need Master to take my control, my will away from me.

I wonder…

“Master? Will this happen again, after tonight?”

Mike answers. He says no… That next time he will be fetching his own sub to join us.

For a moment there I was disappointed, until I heard that last bit. Master laughs again, I love his laugh, the way he knows what I am thinking.  He is stood so close his body touches mine and he looks directly at my eyes.

“Kajira”, he says.

“You know what I say is true yourself, if you will only accept it.

Kajira, you were made for love; for men to use your body for pleasure.

How can we do anything else?”

Oh boy.

This is going to be a long night and me; I am going to love every minute of it.