Tersely Pertinent

Silvia simply could not breathe.  

She also could not see and her arms ached from being being bound by the elbows behind her back.  

But mostly she could not breathe.   His cock was shoved so deep in her mouth she was about to choke.   As she felt the acid begin to come up her esophagus, there was a violent yank on her scalp.   Silvia's head was pulled suddenly back and the cock left her mouth with a gasp of air.

"Too much for you my Love?"  His voice cooed in her ear

Silvia continued to gasp, drawing in the life giving air in big bites. "No Sir,  I love sucking your cock, Sir..."  she tried to reply when felt a wet slap on one cheek then the other.

"I didn't tell you, you could speak cunt.   If you have time to speak, you got time to suck."  His voice rang in her ears as her head was pulled forward and the cock invaded her mouth again.   His hand tore at her hair, forcing her to go down even further on his engorged member. 

Once

Twice

Three times 

Silvia's mouth was fucked by the stabbing penis.   She wasn't in control any longer.   She was His toy to be played with and used as  He saw fit.   

Again, her head was pulled back and the cock taken from her so he could breathe again.   Oh glorious air, she thought! 

And then again, Silvia was forced to take the cock.

Over and over the mouthfucking continued.

When Silvia thought she could not take it any more and was about to beg for it to stop, He suddenly ceased and forced the cock as deep as he could.   She then could feel his whole body go twant and begin to quiver.   With a  growling yell, He released a torrent of  cum into her throat.  

"Swallow cunt" He grunted

Silvia  did as she was told and let the warm fluid sink to her stomach.  She then felt the now shrinking cock slowly extract itself from her mouth and the hand from her head.   Lowering her face to the floor, Silvia was grateful to be able to breathe again.   She was also grateful to accept her Master's gift.

Silvia couldn't believe how big it was.   It was Huge!   She didn't think she had ever seen anything large in her life.

Shaking her head, she looked down at the yellow envelope in her lap.  The address matched the what she saw on the gate.  So this must be the place.  This was where Matt lived.   The place that was going to change her life.  Hopefully for the better, she thought to herself.  

Silvia memories dashed back to her time in the kitchen.  She had just gotten home from the coffeeshop after meeting Him for the first time.   She remembered being so scared at what He was going to say, what he was going to do.    Then He gave her this padded package.   At the time she thought it was was so small, but she didn't know what something like that could affect her so much.

When she got home, she didn't know what to do with it.   Open it?  Put it in a drawer somewhere and forget about it?  Throw it away?  After staring at it awhile on the table, she decided to open it and see what was inside.    Dumping the contents into her hand, she found a small letter and.....

a collar.

The letter told her to choose how to bring it back to him.

So here she was, in her car in His driveway.   In front of this huge house on an estate.   Like Bruce Wayne.   The thought of Him answering the door in a cape and cowl made her giggle.   Well, Silvia thought, I better do something instead of sitting in the car.  

Getting out and locking the door, Silvia strode up the walkway to the front door.   When she got there, she saw it wasn't like most front doors people see.   It was large and brown and wooden.  Weathered from the seasons because of no storm door, it looked like something from....a castle.  At eye height, a simple brass knocker.   

As she reached up to use the knocker, there came a voice to her left.  "Hello Silvia.  The door is unlocked.  Please come in.  I am in the Library.   Straight ahead and first door on the left."   Silvia looked to down and saw a video doorbell on the side house next to the door.   "Oh!" she gasped. "Yes. Ok."

Silvia entered the house and found herself in a large open area.   Eggshell blue wall and more wood in trim and flooring.   Near the door was a hall tree for coats and hats.   Next to that was smaller rack with some shoes on it.   Seeing that, she was unsure, but then decided to see if this was a test.   Silvia slipped off her own shoes and put them on the rack.

Bending back up, Silva looked around and saw a magnificent staircase leading up.  She wondered what it led to.  "How much house is there?"  Shaking her head, she saw the hallway that let people to the back of place.   As she headed that direction, she marveled at the paintings and other decorations.   All tastefully done, all expensive. 

Twisting and turning her head, she came to another door.   The first door on the left, she thought.   Silvia placed herself before it and thought about just pushing down on the levered handle and walking in, but thought better of it.   Instead, she reached up and knocked twice on the door.

"Come in, Silvia", His voice answered.

Silvia's first thought as she opened the door and entered was "Green".  Walls, carpet, curtains, all various shades of green.  Even the desktop of the desk He was leaning on was green.   Then her mind shifted focus and saw Him.  Really saw him.    Matt smiled at her as he leaned there, dressed in tan slacks, hunter's green button down shirt and brown loafers.   Holding out his hand, Matt continued to smile and repeated "Come in, Come in."

The carpet felt soft on her feet as Silvia walked across to him and raised her hand to give Him the envelope.  But instead of taking it, Matt took Silvia by the wrist and guided her to a leather chair off to the side.   As she sat in it, Silvia started to say "I wanted to..." but was stopped by Matt's finger across her lips.  "Shush.  Me first."  Matt told her as he walked off back to the desk.  

Leaning again on the desk, Matt spent some time taking her in.   Starting at the top of her head and working His way down her body, Matt's smile grew in delight.   When His gaze got to her feet, He cocked his head and gave a small laugh.  "You start off well my dear.   Though depending on your actions, we will have to do something about those socks."

Silvia blushed.   She wanted to hide her face with the envelope to cover her own grin.  To cover her giddiness, she looked at the floor right before his feet and said "Yes Sir".  She then heard him get up from the desk and walk around.   

When she looked up again, Matt was seated behind the desk with His hands folded on the desktop.   "Silvia," He started, "This is a whole new world for you.   If you decide to enter it, you will be experiencing new and wonderous things.  But you will also be experiencing pain and humiliation and control.   Things that are horrible to the vanilla world.   It will be something you have never done in your life, until now."

Matt stroked his chin and scratched his beard.  "But this is something you, yourself have to decide.  This is the one decision I can not make for you.  You have to make it yourself.   You have to decide whether you wish to enter my world, or turn around and leave it closed to you.  Do you understand that?"  Matt gaze questioned Silvia more than this words did.  

She bit her lip and nodded her head as her fingers fondled the envelope.  Silvia almost could not get the "Yes Sir" out from he mouth but, after a couple of seconds she did.  "Good," Matt returned "You know what is in the package you brought back to me.  What do you think we should do with it?"

Silvia then looked at Him.  Stared at his eyes and locked gazes.   Then suddenly she came to that decision.  

She stood up, reached down to her socks and pulled them off and tossed them on the floor.   She then reached into the envelope and pulled out the collar.   This she put between her teeth and tossed the yellow thing on top of her socks.   Silvia then got down on her hands and knees and crawled on the floor between her chair and the desk.

After rounding the desk, she crawled before Matt and shifted to a kneeling position,  Taking the collar from her mouth, she handed it up to Him with both palms and said "Please Sir, lock me into this".

Silvia was standing on her toes.  Her legs aching from the strain, as she had been forced to stand like this for some time.   Her arms also ached from being stretched from the chain above her head.   Silvia's last visual memory was looking at her wrist cuffs being clipped to the end of the chair, right before the blindfold covered her eyes.

Yes she hurt from effort to stand there like that, but there was also warmth.

The warmth of his touch.  Warmth from the pressing of his body along her back.  The warmth of his hands running up and down trunk.  Stroking her stomach. Fondling her tits. Rubbing the inside of her thighs.   There was the warmth from His breath in her ear, the growling barely above a whisper.

Suddenly.....

There was also pain!  Crushing pain!    He had grabbed her genitals with a powerful grip!   Silvia could feel the pain radiate from between her legs to fan out through out her body.  Oh it was glorious!  

The growl turned into a question:  "Who does this belong to?"  

Silvia cried from the pain and the question.  When she didn't answer fast enough, the pain grew three fold.

"Who DOES this BELONG to?"  the pain whispered into her ear.

She screamed "YOU! " then she whispered back 

"it belongs to you..."

"That's right, "the pain said lovingly 

"This cunt belongs to me." 

Take a Beating

Eat a Biscuit 

The Grand Ball room was the largest room inside The Club.  Normally it held the various parties the membership held: Play parties, Collarings, demonstrations of rope or suspension bondage.   Once in awhile, educational discussions on the lifestyle and the whatall within.  But today it was something different. 

Today, it was a gathering of mourning. 

Silvia and Madam Webb walked down the back corridor that led to the back of the Grand Ballroom.   When they emerged, Silvia saw something she never beheld in her life.   Where normally, the Ballroom was filled with some people in people in sorted amount of dress, or in goodly number of cases undress, now it was filled with hundreds of people in their finest.   

Immaculate suits on all genders, flowing gowns of equal sexes, Leather and metal of shining brightness.   While normally, Silvia knew, such wear was to look impressive, today it was to show respect for a missing friend, Mentor, Teacher, and Colleague.

To Silvia though, he was Master.

Not all backs were toward her, She saw some faces of  friends, occasional lovers, those that she had served at His wish, even an enemy or two.   As she glanced around, those faces whispered to others and they in turn whispered to others around them.   As if all in agreement, talking stopped and bodies moved.   Like Moses before the red sea, the body of people parted to create a path for Madam Webb and Silva to the front of the Ballroom.

Webb turned her head and smiled a crying smile at Silvia and nodded her head toward the front of the room.  Silvia smiled the same smile back, and with a curtsy, made her way up front.    She greeted friends along the way.  Touched some, kissed others.  Still others, she bowed her head in respect.   While she did not linger, she wanted this walk to last as long as possible.   She didn't want the pain she knew awaited her at the foot of the stage.

As Silvia got closer, she could see the stage at the front of the Ballroom.   It wasn't really all that big.   Large enough for the various demonstrations held here.   It could hold a St. Andrew's cross, spanking bench and a bondage and a padded kneeler at the same time, provided the bench wasn't all that big.   When there were full discussion meets of the membership,  the stage with filled with the chairs of the four Elders.   Today was such a day.

But that wasn't Silvia's focus today.   Today her eyes only held what was resting at the foot of the stage.   Within Cherry wood and brass fitting, all gleaming under the lights rested her Master in red and black formals.   

Silva parted with the last touch of a friend and approached His coffin.   She ran her hands along the shining wood, afraid to touch His body.   While still more tears threatened to flood from her eyes, she held them back for now, hoping she could last the next hour or so.    To give her a semblance of privacy,  the gathered people turned their collective backs and quietly resumed their conversations.

That is save one.   As Silvia layed her forehead on the edge of the coffin, a thirty something man, in a rather conservative suit and white gloves stood at the foot of the coffin.  He turned, clasped his hands before him and bowed his head.   In time, Silvia raised her head and took in the man's presence.  She even managed a small smile for him, as she knew he was part of the team from the funeral home.   "Jerry," she thought, "His name is Jerry."

Silvia straightened up and walked over him with her hand out to shake his hand.   But her hand was not received as she suspected.   While Jerry also held out his hand, there was a small envelope in it.   

"Mz. Silvia, It is my instructions to give this to you before the ceremony starts."  With those few words, Jerry gave Silvia the envelope, turned and resumed his stance at the end of the coffin.  She wanted to question him on who or where the message was from but decided that information might be in the envelope.   Turning it over, Silvia saw just her name written on the outside.  

Witten in her Master's hand.

Suddenly, Silvia felt a hand on her shoulder.   She whirled around and saw Madam Webb standing there with her motherly look. "Are you ready to begin, child?"  Silvia shifted her look from the envelope to Webb and back again.   

"I....I need a few minutes," she stuttered.

Webb nodded while glancing at the message in Silvia's hand.   "Of course, child.  We will begin when you are ready."

Silvia ducked her head in thanks and turned her back on Webb.   She walked back to the coffin and took in her Master's face.  His hair never turned all grey, she thought.  Nor did His beard.   Even in death, His skin never showed wrinkles, well save for maybe the laughlines at the corner of His eyes.  Oh how she loved waking to that face every morning.   She was going to miss that so much.

But still, she was going to miss a great deal of things with him gone.

With a deep sigh, Silvia opened the envelope and read the message within.   

It was only five lines long but said so much to her.   So much pain and sorrow in so little space.

And Love.

Silvia carefully folded the page and placed it with great care back in the envelope.  With dry eyes, she looked around for Madam Webb and found her with a small group at the foot of the stairs leading to stage.   Webb, Bane, Marcus with a couple of servants all watched as Silvia approached.  She curtsied again before them and said "I am ready and at your command."

Webb smiled and shook her head at the strength Silvia showed.  Patting her head, Webb told Silvia "The three of us have talked and we wish you to join us and take your Master's chair on the stage for the service."   Silvia raised her head and said "No."

She then confidently climbed the stairs and went to the chair her Master had used in the past.   Slipping off her shoes, kissing them and placing them on the floor beside the chair, Silvia padded barefooted back down the stairs and to the group again. 

"I will be where I am supposed to be." She told the group.

Returning to the coffin, Silvia knelt down.   

Ass on heels

Back of the hands on thighs

Back straight up

Head bowed

"By my Master's side"

Am I the only one finds this thing silly and tedious?

I mean really.  This tells me nothing about you.   It only gives me a predisposed label of ideas you might be interested in. 

It does not tell me your WHY. It only tells me a kinda HOW.  

I don't want to know that you are 60% masochist, I want to know why you want to be over my knee, getting your ass beat.

I don't want to know that you are 30% voyeur, I want to know why you are uncomfortable watching others being flogged.

Now I get it that using that test is an easy way to communicate some kind of simple data in a short time.

 But 

it

tells 

me 

nothing 

about

you

Silvia blinked.

Then she opened her mouth, and when nothing came out, she closed it again.

And blinked.

"But," she said and closed her mouth again. Blink....Blink.

Webb just sat there and smiled at Silvia, knowing what must be going though her head.  I've hit her with something stronger than that paddle she hates soooo much, Webb smiled more as that thought ran through her own head.   Then she reached up a hand and patted Silvia on the head.  "Breathe child.  Just Breathe.   Process it like your tenth paddle hit."

Silvia's eyes widened.  Then she sat back on her haunches and put her hands on her knees.   Her breathing deepened, as she took in air through her nose and held it, then expelled it through her mouth.  Letting her eyes return to their normal size and hoping the color returned to her face, Silvia felt the calm return to her.

"Thank you for the lesson, Mistress.   But.....I have questions"

Webb leaned back in her chair and grinned.   "I am sure you do, child.   Ask what you must, but time is short, as the ceremony will begin shortly. " Webb spoke as she slipped off her right shoe and put her foot on Silvia's knee.  

Silvia looked down and moved her hands to massage the foot.   She was glad to have something to do while she formed her words.  Using her thumbs to massage the ball of the foot, She let her fingers follow the old routine of feeling the tendons to the toes.   "But how can I own part of Söt­­ëria?   All the Elders are Dom.   There has never been a sub or slave or anything else at the Table."  She said concentrating on the Webb's foot.

"I know child, " Webb replied, "When the four of us started this, years ago, all we said was than resources had to be invested.  Time, money, energy, love.  That was it.   No rules were set up as to who could sit at the Table.  Or who couldn't.   There is no reason you can not join us there."

"But, " Silvia started when she heard the door to Webb's office open.  She knew better to to take her attention off the massage, so she waited to hear who had entered.   Webb's eyes shifted from Silvia's face to the new person.   She saw Asheer standing to the right of the already closed door, waiting for Webb's permission.  She nodded her head at them, granting such. 

"All is in readiness, Mistress.  We are awaiting you and My Lady Silvia, at your convenience."  Asheer informed their Mistress.  

"Very good, Asheer.  Thank you.   We will be there presently."  Webb dismissed Asheer with another nod and motioned her hand to her shoe while placing her foot on the floor.   Silvia held the shoe with one hand while slipping Webb's foot into it.   Standing once again, Webb held out a hand to help Silvia to her feet.   But Silvia rose to her own feet by herself and took the other woman's hand.   Lightly kissing the back of it, she said "Thank your time and explanations, Mistress.  You spend way too much time on me"

Webb smiled and shook her head at Silvia, her eyes gleaming in love and, maybe, tears.   "Come child, they are waiting for us."

Silvia could hear Madam Webb walk circles around her.   While she could not see Webb's eyes on her, Silvia could feel them,  Webb's stare had a physical impact.   Everyone at The Club talked about it.   Silvia herself had seen people collapse from that stare, Dom/me and sub alike.  It was Webb's tool of choice, and now it was focused on her. 

Maybe I should have just let him have his way, Silvia thought.   

No, she thought again.  "I'd rather take the cane than that" was Silvia's last thought before Webb spoke.

"My Goodness, child.  You are a fright.   Just look at you.   Tonight of all nights" Webb sighed as she sat in the chair Silvia kneeled before.   Silvia knew this chair well.   Almost like a throne, that chair was high backed and cushioned in red velvet.  The wood was unstained teak but polished to a shine that could hurt the eyes.  Silvia herself had spent hours helping put making that wood gleam.  She also help service Webb while she sat in that chair.   Pedicures, bringing tea, even cunnilingus.

But now she was going to punished in front of it.   Punishment Silvia knew she deserved.   Bowing her head more, she awaited Webb's words to see what it would be, tears beginning to form again.   When would these stop, when does the pain end?

Webb leaned back in her chair and sighed again and said  "Bring me my brush, child"

Rocking back to her heels, Silvia arose from her kneeling position to her feet, hands never touching the floor.   She walked to the desk and opened the middle draw on the left and retrieved the brush.   It was about eight inches long and three wide.   Stiff, stiff bristles and a back of solid oak.   It was a hard looking thing, and Silvia knew how hard it could feel.

Falling to one knee, Silvia held the brush to Webb on the palms of both hands.   "Your brush, Mistress" she said knowing what was coming next.   Webb eyed Silvia again and told her to get between her legs.  Silvia turned and nestled herself between Webb's knees so Silvia's ass was in reach of the brush.

"No Child.   Sit on our butt so I can do your hair.   It is simply awful."

Silvia was shocked but didn't say a word as she reoriented herself on the floor.   Her legs out before her and her back against the front part of the seat.   Her eyes widened as she felt Webb's fingers snap the hair tie out of the ponytail and then grab her dark tresses in one hand then the long strokes of the brush begin with the other.

"I am so sorry, child.  You have been through so much these last couple of months.   The final stages of Matthew's illness and then his death.   And you were there for all of it.   Staying in the room, sleeping on the floor as He lingered into his coma.   Reading to Him as lay there."  Webb stopped brushing and rested her cheek against the top of Silvia's head.   "But you are strong child, Matthew knew that.   He would have approved of what you said to Lord Band."  Silvia felt Webb's cheek slide from the top to her left ear.

"Just don't do it again.  At least not in my presence"  Webb whispered in the ear and then went back to brushing Silvia's hair.

Silvia almost giggled for the first time in months.   "Yes Mistress.  I mean No, Mistress"  said with as straight of a face as she could.   Then the flash of gaiety left her.  "Mistress, may I speak freely?"  At least this part will be easier for me while facing away from her, Silvia thought as she almost regretted her spoken words.   But these words still needed to be said.

Without missing a beat in her brushing, Webb replied with "That has never been a problem with you before, child.  Please do, but if has to do with what just happened in the Great Hall, keep it yourself.  That is a closed issue."   Silvia, nodded her head, as much as she could with Webb holding her by the hair.

"Yes Ma'am.  I just wanted to tell you after the service tonight, I will get a few personal items from My Master's office and then give my key to Asheer.    I also want to thank you for letting me be here and serve my Master as best as I could.   I will miss you and everyone here at Söt­­ëria."

Silvia suddenly found herself staring into Webb's eyes.   She could feel Webb's hand in a tight grasp of her hair and had yanked back so much Silvia had to lean back as much as she could so her neck would not snap.  "What on earth are you talking about, child?   Why would you leave us, specially now of all times?    Has the grief made you demented? Webb growled.    

"No Ma'am," Silvia replied as well as she could with her head being head back.  "It is just with my Master gone and no sponsor....I have to leave with in twenty four hours.  The Club rules say so."   She wanted to rip her hair out of Webb's hands.  Both of them knew what the rules said.  No tears this time, but a growing anger.

"Oh child." Webb let out with a breath.   It was almost like a deflation.  She pulled up on Silvia's hair so Silva's head was facing front and she could put her cheek on Silvia's head again.   "Oh Matthew, you bastard.  Why didn't tell her?"   Silvia was somewhat shocked.   She had never, in her life, heard such tenderness come through Webb's words.   

Letting go of the brush and Silvia's hair, Webb wrapped her arms around Silvia's shoulders and gave her a very tight hug.   "Oh my child.  Your Master held one last card from you.   He was always a bastard in some ways."  Webb unwrapped her arms and leaned to retrieve the brush from the floor.  Returning to the brushing, Webb continued with " I was Matthew's friend but I was also his Lawyer.    And, Executor of his estate."

Webb then reached around to grasp Silvia's chin with her thumb and forefinger.   Silvia found herself slowly turning her whole body until she was on all fours facing Webb in the chair.  "Although the will is still in probate, you are the only heir.  The House, bank accounts, even Matthew's twenty five percent interest in Söt­­ëria.   All yours.   You are now a very rich woman." 

She then leaned down from the chair and kissed Silvia on the forehead.

"I don't think you are going anywhere soon, child."   

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