The Colors of Ash-Chapter Seven

Sasha flips the switch for the lights, as we step inside the studio apartment. She hasn’t spoken a word since we left her master’s penthouse. I don’t know if this is the rule, or if she has something on her mind. She didn’t even thank the limo driver when he opened the door.

“Is something wrong?” I ask her.

“No. Why would you ask that?”

“You haven’t spoken a word since we left. Not even in the limo.”

“Oh, that. I was concentrating. Master told me not to touch myself tonight. After he’s taken me into his realm of seduction, I meditate.”

“Meditate? Why?”

“Because I’m so turned on and dying for release. I must calm my desires of touching myself.” She walks over to the cabinet and pours herself some wine. I would love to have some, but I know she will say no. Funny how she’s okay to hand me over to a master for his pleasure, but not hand me a glass of wine? Well, I am legally of age to have sex, I’m just not twenty-one. What a bummer. “So, what were your thoughts, tonight?”

“Well, I was pretty turned on.”

“Yeah? Good, I was hoping it didn’t make you uncomfortable seeing me naked and vulnerable.”

“At first, I was worried. But then, it was like watching this…art. Live art. You looked so beautiful in those shackles. Did it bother you, me watching you?”

“Not at all. Once I’m in a scene with Master, nothing else is in the room with us.”

“Hey, speaking of someone else in the room, a man was sitting in the back. I only saw his shoes, though.”

“Oh? Well, it’s not uncommon for another Dom to observe. Sometimes they do this for control. Especially if a submissive is being punished.”

“You mean, if your master got out of hand? That sounds scary.”

“It’s never happened. It’s only for precautionary measures. It’s more for the Dom, to make sure he goes through with the punishment, and not give in to his submissive. You can imagine how turned on he is too. Yet, he sustains himself for the punishment.”

“Did it hurt when he smacked you?”

“It’s hard to explain. It does hurt but in a different way. Your mind goes to this other place, where pain mixes with your arousal. When the two mix, it becomes pleasure. Then it becomes hell when your pleasure is taken away, held by your master.”

“Why does he do that? Punish you with denial?Just give you a spanking, and then send you to bed with no dinner,” I say with a small laugh.

“Because your pleasure belongs to your master. He will train you in ways where you didn’t know pleasure existed. Nothing will ever compare. Therefore, he owns your pleasure. He’s the one who gave it to you. He’s the one who will take it away.”

As she talks more about masters and pleasures, I feel myself heating up inside. My pussy is throbbing. I’m glad I’m not under any restrictions, because I know I will be touching myself, tonight.

“So, have you decided for sure, if you want to be under the control of a master?”

“I think I have. I…do want to try it.”

“Okay, then I’ll need to release you as one of my cases before we start the process of your training. Now that you’re eighteen, almost nineteen, it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“What do I need to do? I don’t want you to be in trouble. Especially if you’re only trying to help me.”

“Just sign some documents, stating that you want to emancipate yourself. After that, you’re free to live your life as you want.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it,” she says and downs her wine. “Okay, I need to get to bed and force myself not to touch myself. Trust me. It’s easier said than done.”

“Goodnight,” I tell her and leave for my room.

Shutting the door, I begin to undress, tossing my jeans and tank top in the corner. I look at myself in the mirror across the room. I’m standing in the middle of the room wearing only my panties. The blinds are open, but being two stories up, I doubt if anyone is outside watching. Unless they’re on the fire escape. I walk over and look, just in case. Nothing. According to Sasha, none of the other buildings have apartments and are empty. The windows all look dark, so I must take her word for it. I only see one car parked down below.

I’m so turned on right now and cup my breast. I then roll the nipples between my thumb and forefingers. I pinch hard, getting a sense of pain. Ah! Sasha’s right. It does add to the pleasure. I roll my head back, trail my fingers down my stomach, and stop at the waist of my panties. God, I’m so wet, and reach down inside and slip my fingers into my wet folds. “Ah,” I gasp out. My thumb circles the wetness around my clit. My hips begin to buck, fucking the air. I need more. I pump my fingers in and out of my pussy, shoving them in hard, listening to the smacking sounds of my juices. “Oh, yes. Oh, yes fuck me, Master,” I whisper out. I reach up and pinch my nipple hard. “Ah, yes. I need to be fucked.”

A wave of ecstasy hits me, and I squeeze, rubbing my pussy hard, smacking my clit until I come. “Ah! Ah! Yes, I’m coming so hard,” I breathe out. My body contorts with perversion, and I want whoever is out there to see me. See me shoving my fingers in my cunt, making myself come. I want them to see the juices that cover my fingers, and pull my hand from my panties, and begin sucking my juices off. “Mmm,” I purr, licking and smelling my arousal.

I feel so good, but I still need more. Reaching down into my panties again, I gather more wetness on my fingers, and then bring them up to my breast, rubbing wet circles around my nipples. Then cupping my breast, I try hard to suck on one nipple. But my breasts aren’t that big. I manage to suck one nipple, contorting my body to such a degree, I’ll probably feel the effects of a stiff back tomorrow. But at this moment, I don’t care. I’m all about pleasuring myself.

I go to pull down my panties, pretend I’m being watched, and play some more with my wet cunt. With one finger still inside me, I bring the other to my mouth and suck hard. Pulling my finger out from my wet center, I write slowly on the window. Taste me. Just below the words, I push up against the cool glass of the window and smear my wet pussy around. I feel so free, so sinful, and dirty.

I rest against the cool window, now covered with my juices and condensation from the heat of my body. My breathing is heavy, my heart pounds with excitement. I relax and allow myself to come down from this exotic high.

Stepping back, I look at the marks left on the window. A perfect silhouette of my breast, hips, and in the middle, a small opening where I rubbed my pussy into the glass. Art. Exotic art.

Feeling satiated, I sashay over to the bed and crawl down inside the blankets. Tucking my legs into my chest, my hands under my cheek, I smile, and fall blissfully asleep.

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