Mellie's Gift

You want me.

I know you do. And you love me too. Admit it! On your knees, and spill it! I

know you love me! You can't help yourself, I know it.

You want to call me Master, don't you? You want that a lot. You like calling

me Sir, but Master would be sooo much better, wouldn't it? You just can't wait to run up to me and kneel before me and call me Master.

"Master!", you will say, "I am so happy to see you! May I stand and kiss you?"

and I will gaze upon you for a moment, and then say,

"Your presence pleases Me. Your body pleases Me. Your subservience is proper. And you title Me as you should. You may rise and kiss Me, and then sit on my lap and cuddle with Me."

And with cheeks brightened at this praise, you will rise and smile, and with trembling lips, you will lean forward and kiss Me. And I will suck one of your lips into My mouth and take it between My teeth and growl softly at you and say,

"Your lip is pleasing between my teeth, pet. It feels good. But I wish to bite

you. Would you like it if I bit your lip, my pet?"

And you will nod yes as best you can with your lip firmly between my teeth, and I will suddenly have drawn blood, so suddenly that the pain is almost an afterthought. But you will wince when it comes, as I lap the familiar-tasting blood from your mouth.

"Your blood is very tasty, pet. I am enjoying this."

You will flush with the joy of knowing you are pleasing to your Master's tongue. And I will continue to lick your blood from your mouth for a few more seconds before I begin to kiss you, sucking your lip into My mouth and enjoying its sensuality with My tongue, then release it and suck the other lip as well. Then I will lick both your lips and part them with My lips to let My tongue dance with yours a while before sucking your bottom lip into My mouth again, licking it, licking the fresh blood from it, and then positioning it between My teeth.

I will look into your eyes, and I will see the combination of fear and eager hope. You will fear the pain, but hope I will give it. And I will savor your eyes for a moment, enjoying their message and their color, which is pleasing to Me, and I will smile and ask you if you think you would enjoy having your other lip pierced by My teeth. And you will tremblingly nod as best you can that you would. And with my sharp teeth I will bite it quick and hard, and drink again of your blood.

Your blood will fill your mouth and Mine, and I will give you wet, messy,

bloody kisses, becoming aroused and somewhat rough. Your tiny mouth will know the pleasure of My arousal and then I will command you to stand before Me.

At that point, I will say to you,

"Close your eyes. If I catch you opening them, even the slightest, I will punish you severely. And I will know if they are opened even the slightest, pet. You know I will."

And your eyes will close tightly, knowing I speak the truth, and your still bleeding lips shudder in anticipation of the secret that I am about to share with you. You will hear Me stand up, and you will hear Me make a few steps, and then you will not hear Me anymore for a while. Time will seem to slow down. Your lips will tremble more, and you will want to open your eyes, but you will not. You know your Master will be there to punish you swiftly and harshly if you do, so you keep them closed, and you wait. The ticks between seconds on a clock seem to drag on forever. You swallow the coppery tasting blood that has slower and slower collected in your mouth.

Your mind begins to wonder what your Master is doing. You begin to imagine

various scenarios. Is He still next to you? Behind you? In the room still?

What is He doing? Is He getting something? Is He just standing there behind

you waiting silently for you to disobey Him? What is He going to do to you? How much longer will you have to wait?

"Disrobe." He is standing behind you now, whatever He did while you were

waiting.

"Except leave your panties on."

So He has some reason for having you wear panties today when He normally would forbid you to wear such a thing in His presence. What is He going to do? You comply, taking off your blouse, then your bra. While removing your shoes, then your socks, you start to lose your balance a few times, but manage to remain standing. Finally, deliberately, teasingly, you remove your skirt by squatting with legs slightly spread and letting it touch the ground, then catching it under your toes and slowly standing again. Only your pinkish-purple thong panties remain as it falls into a little collection of rumples on the floor. You hear Him move your clothes and shoes to the side with His foot.

You feel the heat of His aroused body as He steps closer to you. It burns your back like the sun at mid day. You want to feel Him against you, but you do not move. A moment passes. Another. Another drags by. What is He doing?

Without warning, in a single, unexpected fluid motion, He reaches into the waistband of your panties and effortlessly rips them off you, leaving your pussy stinging pleasurably. You gasp in surprise, and must force your eyes to remain shut.

Then you feel His open hands hot on your back, almost startling your eyes open a second time in as many seconds, but you keep them closed. You know He would know if you opened them. But His burning hands are on your back, and they are softly gliding across it, leaving trails of searing sensation behind them. He is enjoying touching you softly, and His hands come back up to the top of your back, over your shoulders, then back down to your waist.

"What nice hips My pet has."

Your cheeks burn again at His words. His hands rest on your hips just a little too long. He is contemplating something, you can tell. Perhaps He is imagining what He wants to do to you. From there the burningly warm hands move forward and up until they are just beneath your breasts. They stop. You want Him to touch your breasts, caress them as He has described to you before. But His hands move around them, above them, and then caress your sides again in a downward motion. You are growing impatient to have Him touch your wanting breasts, caress your areolas and nipples with His hands afire, but His hands barely avoid them while He caresses your sides and hips.

*Please, Master, touch my breasts!*, you mentally beg. *Please, touch my ass!*

But His hands caress everywhere else instead, making only tantalizingly close passes to those areas. You begin to find yourself becoming wet, and sexually frustrated. You realize that your Master is torturing you with your own pleasure and your own desire.

His hot hands are on your back again. Lighter and lighter is His touch until you cannot feel the difference between the heat of His palms and only His fingertips gliding across your skin. Or are they? You can't be sure. But you hear Him chuckle to Himself. There is more wetness between your legs. You wonder if He knows this, then realize your trembling in response to his touch must surely give this secret away.

"Turn around. Keep your eyes closed!"

You turn around. You can feel the heat of His presence against your chest, warmest on your breasts, as they stand out proudly from your body.

"Turn your head to the left, and lean forward just a bit."

You do so, wondering what He will do next. First He licks your left cheek,

leaving a warm, wet slick of His saliva up your face. It makes you tingle.

"Mmmm, My pet is sweet." He says, pleased. Then He takes your earlobe into His mouth, the wet warmth sending tingles up and outward into your face. Slight suction is applied, and then you feel His teeth caress it surpringly gently. His masterful control of his interaction with you amazes you, making you feel humbled that He has chosen to put His efforts to you. His tongue then comes forth to snake into your ear, and explore the crevices it finds there. You are made weak with pleasure that manifests itself in your lower stomach. Your legs tremble for a moment, almost giving out beneath you.

Then He does something intersting. He bites your ear so that His canine tooth

touches it's counterpart in His lower jaw through your piercing, His other teeth compressing the lobe between them, almost peircing it themselves. The pain is oddly placed, but delightful. You can hear throughout your head the eerie sound of his two teeth coming together through the piercing.

"You are Mine," He says in a deadly serious semi-growl through clenched teeth. "I can and will do as I please with you, and you will enjoy it." There is no room for negotioations; your Master has spoken, and it will be as He has commanded.

You nod in agreement, trembling slightly, excited at his demands, anticipating what He will do next. Your excitement is growing, and you can feel your whole body responding - more than you realized, now that you become aware of it.

There is a tugging at your ear, and then He lets go of it and commands you to spread your legs to one and a half times the width of your shoulders. You do so, and wonder how He knew that this was exactly the right width to use to separate your legs as much as is comfortable for you. By his clothing, you hear Him kneel down.

"Oh, what a pretty pussy My pet has. But it's not dripping yet. I think we

should continue until you are dripping. How else am I to know you want Me?", he asks almost teasingly.

You hear him stand, and then, without warning, you feel the sting of a knotty leather flogger on your ass. You gasp in surprise and pain - He applied it hard! But it's not long before the delicious feelings wash over you in response, as He repeats the strike again and again in rapid succession, each blow just as hard as the last. You can feel the welts forming on your ass, but the heat of them and the sting feels soooo amazing! A surge of wetness makes itself known between your legs. You feel it begin to escape your hidden heat and make it's way down your inner thigh...

"Bend over a little so I can see better what I am working with.", he commands.

You do so. He notices the glistening trail of liquid readiness moving down your inner thigh, and pauses for amoment, silent. You can't help but know he has noticed it, and wonder what the look on his face must be. He moans softly to himself in appreciation, and then, again without any warning, your ass knows the stinging flogging as it continues. Each time he lets fly with the flogger on your curvacious backside, He emphasizes the word He says.

"Mellie's been a bad girl, hasn't she? Bad! Bad! Bad! But Master will whip it

out of her, won't he? He'll flog her adorable little ass hard to make her a good girl! Yes he WILL!"

You find yourself in heaven with all this delicious attention to your butt. Your body is reeling with the extreme sensations and becoming more and more aroused with every blow, though they sting heartily. You wonder if you are bleeding yet. You know you cannot be far from it if you are not yet.

"BAD Mellie! Bad little Mellie needs to be punished severely with Master's flogger! That's right! Mellie loves it when Master flogs her, doesn't she? She's being flogged into a good little Mellie! Yes she is! Oh look, little Mellie's ass is bleeding. Should Master stop flogging her little ass? Master doesn't think so!

Master's gonna flog her ass for a little longer, just because he can! And he

knows she likes it! BAD Mellie! Bad bad bad! Mellie's so bad she's good!"

By this time you are openly crying with the pain, tears of half pleasure, each one cherished, streaming down your face, but you refuse to sob. You can now unmistakably feel the blood gathering into rivulets and trickling down into your ass crack and down the backs of your legs. Your poor little backside feels like it is on fire. Your body is nearing the edge of major arousal's limits, and you are getting to really want for Him to fuck you. Your wetness streams from you, mingling with the blood that flows from your ass. It tickles, feels good.

"Stand upright, bad little Mellie!"

You stand up as you have been commanded. The shifting of the skin on your butt makes your lips tremble uncontrollably with the pain, your face contorts with it, and a moan of agony escapes your lips as the tears flow fresh, finding new paths in his new position. Pleasure and pain meld and become one.

"Now I'm gonna flogyou on your upper back! Why? Because your ass is bleeding and I don't want to splatter blood on the walls! So now Master's gonna punish bad little Mellie for bleeding so much! That's right! Because Master doesn't like getting blood on the walls, does He, Mellie? You know why, Mellie? Because blood is damned hard to get off of walls, that's why!"

The pain is ablaze in two places now, and by the intensity of the whipping

you are sure your upper back is going to bleed soon if it's not bleeding

already. Your entire body is glowing with sex, and you're just dying to fuck, right now!

"Bend over and put your hands on the floor, Mellie. Display to Me."

You do it.

"Nice little PUSSY ya got there. I think you deserve a good hard fucking after all of Master's hard work, what do you think, hmmm?"

"Please, Master! PLEASE! I'll do anything to have you inside me!" you gasp and beg.

"Hmmm.... No, I think you're a little too eager for that. I think instead, I'm gonna fist you first."

A new thrill goes through you as you comprehend what it is he intends to do to you. Your eyes are still shut, fresh hot tears coming with regularity. You hear Him toss the flogger aside, and begin lubing up his hand. He almost carelessly spreads lube around your vulva and asshole as well, teasingly almost slipping a finger into your ass a few times, but not quite. He even goes so far as to insert the tube of it into your tight little pussy and squeeze some of that cold stuff into you. The shock of the cold in your lust-heated depths is delightful. Then you feel His fingers at your pussy entrance, which is throbbing with desperation now.

"Don't move, Mellie." He says spanking your ass hard with an open palm. 'AAAHHHH!!!!', you scream involuntarily. "And no sounds, either." He spanks you again, this time harder, shooting pain through your body, forcing you to chew your cheeks in a desperate attempt to keep silent.

Two fingers slam into your puss. They hit your cervix and push it back, sending purple stars through your vision for a second, making you bite down on your cheeks again, but you can't help the hint of a pleasure squeal that sneaks out anyway. He begins forcefully fucking you with these two fingers, and roughly massaging your g-spot, sending new waves and flavors of pleasure through you. Then He pulls them out, and replaces them with three fingers, which He forces inside you just as roughly, back and forth, rythmically, as though He was fucking you with His own magnificent cock.

The pain of your stretching flesh invigorates you, makes you sqeal involuntarily with the pleasure you can almost bear no longer. Tears flow rythmically with His thrusts. Out comes His hand, and it is re-inserted with four fingers this time, bringing new tears and squeals as you try desperately to keep quiet, tasting the blood of your own cheeks, feeling an orgasm coming on from the rough treatment of your tiny, delicate femalia. Your pussy begins to contract rythmically as waves of pre-orgasmic pleasure begin to wash over you like the wake of some passing motorboat. You try to resist, not having permission to come yet, but your body is overwhelmed by all these sensations, and you are weak.

All at once, He forces His entire hand inside your unsuspecting pussy,

tearing an involuntary scream from your lungs, which becomes a spasmodic groan as you desperately try to suppress it. The pain rockets through your body and you know you have been torn. But gods does it feel good!

Overwhelming pleasure produces an unbelievable orgasm that takes complete control, and makes your eyes roll back up into your head so hard it hurts. Your vision goes red, then white, then grey as He twists His fisted hand back and forth, raking His knuckles roughly over your g-spot again and again in the sticky bleeding mess that your poor little pussy has become. A froth of blood, lube and your own come drools steadily from your womanhood and splatters lightly on the ground.

You can hold back no longer. Your mouth opens, and before you know what has happened, you emit a crying scream of unspeakable pleasure that is so loud it would awaken the dead. It carries on and on, fueled by your orgasm, until your lungs are spent of their air and no more sound issues from you. Your stomach continues to contract, still trying to force it from you, and for a moment you are completely lost to the sensations.

"Uh-oh," says your Master, his beaming satisfaction obvious in his voice, "Little Mellie's bleeding from her cute little pussy! Guess I'll have to fuck her and put her away for now."

He withdraws His hand from you much more gently than He inserted it, but the pain is still tremendous. You are gasping and crying, groaning and sobbing, when you feel His thick, hot, throbbing man-shaft touch your bleeding femaleness. Without warning He slams it all the way home, producing another scream of beautiful, orgasmic agony from you, as He begins to furiously pump and thrust Himself into you. The pain of Him pounding your cervix sends purple stars sailing across your eyes again. To your great surprise, you sense the beginnings of another orgasm, and just as you hear Him groaning in pleasure, you achieve another furiously rapturous climax that makes your body tense unbearably with pleasure and pain. A long hybrid moan/groan rips itself from your throat as you experience your whole body in orgasm for the first time. Then, you cannot take the sensations anymore, and you mercifully lose your awareness to the depths of unconsciousness reaching up to take you.