Be Careful What You Wish For by Misty Blue Page A

harness the energy we hold, the energy I see permeating from you now, so alive, so electric to become also lovers and soul mates in the deepest, truest sense of the word.
    We can each have our heart’s desire. Remember, control... instruct... cherish. Those are the necessary steps to fulfilment.’
    He tempted her with a piece of gateau from the sweet trolley, holding it tantalisingly on his fork, lifting it to her lips, watching her suck it clean. Then, following coffee and miniature mints that complimented them, he whispered in her ear.
    â€˜I will order a brandy to take in the lounge. You will go up to the room, strip naked, and assume the submission position on the bed, blindfolded, kneeling on your front, your butt in the air, hands reaching behind to spread your trembling cheeks.’
    â€˜Now? But I thought you would come with me?’
    He raised a querulous eyebrow. ‘You question? Go. Do as I have instructed you to do... immediately.’
    He left her suddenly, a frightened rabbit frozen in the headlights of a car. It took her a few moments to throw off the feeling of being abandoned. Then she gathered her dignity like the folds of a skirt, hiding her vulnerable feelings as she took the lift to their floor, inserting the key and closing the door softly behind her. She felt for the plug, feeling deliciously full and tantalizing inside her. With more space she attempted to insert a wet finger into her anus, feeling the hole, stretching it, trying desperately to push the foreign object in before her natural instincts kicked in to repel it. But it ended up back in her bag. Slowly she removed her clothes, hanging them carefully on hangers in the closet. The blindfold she found on the dresser she took before kneeling on the bed.
    It was a strange feeling wrapping the blindfold over her eyes. It felt scary and yet at the same time added a touch of excitement not seeing, not knowing, straining to hear for sound. Her head nestled on a pillow, while she spread her legs wide, reaching back to pull apart her cheeks and hold them either side.
    It was an age before she heard the slow turning of the door handle and a footfall on the carpet. She stopped breathing altogether, listening, intent, still slightly drowsy from the wine. But the silence lengthened. Was she mistaken? She couldn’t be sure. It was taking all her willpower not to remove the blindfold to see what was going on around her. But obediently she retained her position.
    Suddenly there was the scrape of material close by. She remained still and silent, knelt on the bed, hands and wrists aching with holding the cheeks of her bottom apart, offering herself in submission, as a submissive slave to a Master.
    A hand took firm hold of her wrists, binding them tight. Then without warning there came a swishing sound and a stinging slap across her buttocks. She gasped out loud. She couldn’t help it. Had she done wrong or displeased him? Again her thoughts scattered while three further slaps followed. Her body shrank away, moving into a foetal position, head well down, legs involuntarily coming together. But restraints closed around each ankle, and a bar came between them forcing them wide.
    â€˜I am Master. Remember. Now, be still while I examine my slave.’
    Fingers expertly worked their way from the nape of her neck down the lines of her body, holding her tight for a moment at her waist and thighs before moving on. They nipped, pinched, soothed the cheeks of her butt, and she tensed, fearing a further slap when he saw that the second plug was not there.
    Instead a cushion was placed beneath, pushing her hips high, her head low. Her wrists were released momentarily, before being spread and fastened separately so she could not move. Her head was held firm, while hands worked their way to that point which exists between crotch and buttocks. She writhed with pleasure as fingers explored, her back arching to spasms which wracked her body, shivering