Twenty Tones of Red (32 page)

The last words were ringing in her head
when she lifted the thick necklace and offered it to him. “Please put it on me master,” she said, a surge of pride and joy rose in her chest, “I’m proud to wear it for you.” He nodded and slipped it around her neck and clicked it closed.

She reached
up and explored it with her fingers. It fitted snugly around her throat but with just enough room to slip a finger inside. When she did she could feel two tiny hairline cracks; one where it was hinged and another where it locked at the back. She guessed that to the unknowing these micro thin lines would be invisible. To all the world she was wearing a tight silver band around her neck. Nobody would be able to see the inscription on the inside. That was entirely for the benefit of her and James and there was something intensely romantic and bonding about the notion. “May I go and look in the mirror please master?” she asked.

H
e nodded. “Yes of course. Take as long as you like.” She ran to use the big full-length mirror in the hallway and he sat back and lifted his mug of tea. She paused momentarily in the doorway with both hands still holding the new silver band and they caught each other’s eye. They smiled fleetingly and then, with a strange kind of merry excitement dancing in her chest, she ran naked down the hall to inspect her new self.

Perhaps it was the excitement of seeing her locked into his own permanent collar but James didn’t seem to be able to keep his hands of
f her. That night and most of the next morning they spent making love slowly and tenderly and she became more and more proud of her decision. At lunchtime on the Saturday she hinted that she hadn’t been tied up or punished for a little while and he promised her some ‘serious treatment’ that night.

When evening came she put her hair up and slipped into an elegant blue silk kimono dress with no underwear and a pair of stay up stockings. He seemed to appreciate the effort and complimented her then gently stroked and fondled her all through dinner. When they’d cleared up he led her upstairs and made her kneel at the foot of the bed with her head bowed while he lit a row of scented candles and got out several loops of hemp rope. He was obviously feeling generous because he’d also bought up a half bottle of champagne that was clearly just for her.

When
he was happy with his preparations he moved behind her, slipped his arms tight around her waist and started to kiss and nuzzle at her neck. Her skin came alive with sensation and her heart started beating fast in her chest but she remained limp and passive to his touch. In her role as a slave she was not meant to respond and had to continually force herself to stay submissive and pliant. While he nibbled at her ear lobes his hands squeezed and fondled her breasts. The sensations were divine and some part of her felt that if he hadn’t been holding her so firmly she would’ve swooned and melted onto the bed. As it was he kept a tight grip on her while he unhooked her only garment and let it drop to the floor. Now naked apart from her stockings and high heels he laid her on the bed then positioned her into an X shape and commanded her to stay still. She did as she was told and seconds later he returned with a blindfold and locked her into a world of darkness.

There was a
soft rustling near her ears then she felt the embrace of cords on her wrists. Her arms were stretched wide apart and tied off then he set to work on her ankles. He pulled firmly and expertly until her legs were as wide as they would go then secured them to the frame. As usual she wriggled, as much to excite herself as to test the bonds, but she was tightly held and totally helpless. There was already a heat burning in her core and she was sure that if he was to touch her he’d find that she was wet and eager for him. He didn’t use his hands though. The first thing he did was move to her side and press his lips to hers. They kissed for a long time and it reminded her of the long hot snogging she’d done as a teenager; mouths locked together and tongues probing feverishly.

She had almost
lost track of time when he pulled himself away and started to move down her body. He kissed her throat and the tender skin around her collar bone then ran his fingers between her breasts and brushed back the hair at her temples. “Do you know why I love you?” he asked softly. “So many reasons. Not just because you’re beautiful and clever. Not just for your personality and your wit and all the things inside but also for your body…and every part of you.” He paused to kiss her neck; planting his lips under her chin so tenderly and delicately that she shivered. “And I love that you’re a red-head too. For me your hair and the spark in your eyes are both signs of the passion burning below; flashes of flame from the volcano.” He stroked her neck down to the collar bone. “And do you know how many different shades you are? There’s the copper glint of your famous hair for one. Then there’s a slightly darker colour of your beautifully expressive eyebrows. Then the brown of the little freckles on your nose and cheeks…and of course your lips themselves,” He put a finger in her mouth and she immediately started sucking it.  “So sexy with lipstick on in the evening but just as beautiful left to their natural ripe redness.” He withdrew his finger and gave her a long kiss on the mouth to prove his point. When he pulled himself away he reached up and grabbed her tongue. He held it quite tightly and she was left dribbling. The sensations were entirely new and there was something wildly degrading about losing control of one’s speaking functions. He enjoyed watching the saliva dripping back into her mouth for a moment then continued. “One of my favourite reds is the shade of your tongue. A part of you now devoted to serving me and providing my pleasure.” He let her go. “Then of course there’s the hair that tries to poke out here in your armpits.” He pressed his lips under her arms and the tickle of his five o’clock shadow made her gasp. “But there’s so much more,” he slid his mouth around the curve of her breast. “There’s even different colours on your nipples. You’ve probably never noticed that.” He took her in his mouth and started to suck. When she’d grown and hardened in his mouth he gently nibbled her; expertly keeping the bite somewhere between pain and pleasure.

S
he felt perhaps it was time to acknowledge him speaking and murmured the words “Yes master,” The phrase had just left her mouth when he released her tender bud and moved quickly down her body.

“
Of course there’s your skin itself, perhaps too pale to be called red but definitely a dark shade of pink. Here in your belly button there’s another colour, just a shade darker, and the perfect place to lick.” He thrust his tongue into her navel and she shuddered and pulled against her bonds. In the haze of champagne and passion if felt as though there was a hot muscle piercing her at the very core and pinning her to the mattress.

W
hen he took his mouth away she was relieved that she could breathe easily again. The next thing she knew he’d moved lower and was running the tip of his tongue along the top of her bikini line then down the smooth curve of her mound. “Then there’s your pubic hair itself - not that we see much of it these days of course, you’re very good about that. But when it does appear I’d say it was a shade darker than the fluff under your arms.” As he spoke he moved his head closer to her crotch and deliberately allowed the heat of his breath to blow against her. A shiver moved up her spine and she quivered with anticipation.

He
continued, keeping his face close between her legs and making certain that every utterance sent subtle waves of hot air against her. “Down here there’s another three tones of colour. You probably didn’t know that either.” He reached up and gently traced a path around her outer lips. “These bigger petals are dark brown and quite different from these.” As he spoke he moved his finger down and touched her most intimate folds. She shuddered and let out a gasp, knowing that she was leaving him wet with her shameless oozing excitement.

He
very gently and slowly pushed a little deeper then spoke again. “Here in your most tucked away place there’s another shade altogether, almost a coral pink like some of your trendy lipsticks.” He gently circled his finger inside her then, much to her disappointment, pulled himself away.

There was only the briefest of moments when they lost contact then the electric connection was reignited and the tip of his finger trac
ed a line down her perineum then circled the hole between her buttocks. “Then hidden away in here is the dark reddish tone of your bum. We haven’t explored this very much but I think as it belongs to me I should be using this a little more.” She was secretly thrilled by the idea and the fact that she was helplessly pinned out on the bed made just the faintest caress superbly ticklish and erotic.

H
is hand started to trail down her inner thigh and she felt her own wetness streaking her skin. He stopped about half way down and addressed her again “Of course there’s the skin around your knees. This is probably the darkest part of your body.” There was humour in his voice as he spoke “But then everybody’s knee skin is a bit odd when you really look at it. Yours is tough and wrinkly like an elephant’s.” She smiled and he ran his fingers down the arch of her calf. “Although they’re beautifully smooth I think if you were to let the fine hairs grow here around your shins I think it would be a different shade of copper altogether.” His hand moved down and clenched the end of her feet. “And of course you probably haven’t noticed but there’s a very pale flower petal pink between your toes.” His finger and thumb clasped her big toe then he popped it in his mouth and started to suck it. The sensation was delicious but he soon stopped and pulled his mouth away. “Then there’s the skin under your nails here, another subtle pink that I can’t even think of a way of describing.” The bed creaked and the mattress sunk as he crawled back up to her head, his lips kissing around her ears and neck once more. “You know how many that it is? How many different browns and coppers and reds?”

“No master.”

“W
ell, there was a time when I couldn’t sleep last night so I decided to count them. That’s nineteen different colours.” She smiled but said nothing and he continued. “But I think I’ve missed one because there’s kind of blush which only appears in certain situations…”

The
smack came out of nowhere. A violent stab flick of pain moved across her breasts as if he’d just struck them with a riding crop. With a burning track still stinging there his finger traced a line across her tender globes. “Here it is coming up now. The blush of your skin when beaten is exactly the same as the flush on your cheeks when you’re happy and the glow that spreads across your throat when you’re coming.” There was a pause then another flick of pain as he struck her breasts again. “That’s twenty my darling. I make that twenty tones of red.”

His words echoed
in her head while he continued to strike her. It was not a punishment beating. The blows were light and as he moved from her breasts and down to her inner thighs they became even softer. He struck with just enough force to raise the blood and the sensation was closer to arousal than pain. When he’d finished the skin on her breasts and in the tender places between her legs was burning and her pussy was pulsing with a heat that she could barely contain.

They
rested for a while and he gave her little sips of champagne. Mostly he poured carefully into her waiting mouth and occasionally he held some of the icy liquid in his cheeks and let it trickle into her when they kissed.

When she was refreshed h
e initiated a new kind of torment and set to work with the Magic Wand. The air seemed to be trapped inside her as he pressed the deliciously buzzing head against her soles of her feet then moved it slowly and tantalisingly up her legs. She couldn’t help but wriggle and pull on her bonds. To indulge her he slipped the machine up to her crotch and let it rest there. The movements and tremors were so intense that she considered begging him to fuck her but she knew she’d be ignored.

Instead the
teasing intensified. Working in very soft and gradual movements he lifted the throbbing machine until the edge of its vibrating head was touching the cleft of her sex and just millimetres from the tender bud of her clit. The vibrations moved inside her in delicious waves and almost without warning she felt her first orgasm rising. “Please master may I come?” She begged.

H
e kept the head of the wand held firmly between her lips and against the tip of her clitoris. “Yes you may.”

H
er own pants and moans turned into a scream and then she was almost bucking off the bed with loud orgasmic pleasure. He carefully monitored her reaction, holding the amazing device against her until she was well over the crest of her pleasure then pulling it away and allowing her blissful rest and peace.

He moved up the bed to kiss her and she eagerly pressed her tongue in his mouth while enjoying the warm glow that was
spreading through her relaxed muscles. Their kissing quickly became more passionate, his hands found her breasts then she felt him move between her legs. In a sudden thrust he pushed himself inside her. She was hot and soaking and totally ready for him. Moving slowly at first he built towards his own climax, pushing deeper and harder and then in the final stages grasping the big vibrator again and holding it against her. The sensation was almost too much to bear but she was being forced to accept it. She started screaming again and then they were both lost in their own pulsing ecstasy.

He
untied her legs and arms then flipped the cover over her. The last thing he did was slip off her blindfold before pulling her into a strong embrace. She felt her weakened body almost melt into his. They were hot, sticky and sweaty but intensely happy and gloriously in love. Her heart blossomed with joy and as she slipped into sleep she made a note to remember the moment as one of the most profoundly content and fulfilled of her whole life.