STORY EXCERPT

Once at the club, he left her with Master Prometheus, who asked her what her concerns were.

“Master Llewellyn has asked me to speak to you before he does. He thinks it may be easier for you to speak to someone other than him about your concerns and worries first. Then we will speak together before him. Do you wish to do that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Well then, tell me what you want.”

“I haven’t had another permanent Master since he left. When he did I felt torn in two. I had to stay for my mother, but his going was so very hard to bear.”

“And now?”

“At first I continued with the rituals and protocols, but he wasn’t there, so they seemed to have no purpose. Then I did everything I knew he hated, but that didn’t help either. It was worse in many ways. In the end I came to accept he wasn’t coming back, so it was useless to pretend he was. He would never see my rebellion so that was useless, too. Gradually I kept the rituals and protocols that gave me most comfort and security in my new existence.”

“Existence?” Prometheus asked.

“Yes, Sir. It wasn’t living. Without him I’m not alive, I exist. Now I’m afraid that he’ll leave me again, and I wouldn’t want to survive that.”

“He knows, and that’s why he wanted you to speak to me and to speak your mind and get it out in the open. We’ll call him in now.”

She wasn’t sure if she was ready just yet to face him and tell him all she’d just confessed to Master Prometheus. Master Llewellyn came in and sat opposite Gloria, who made as if to rise, but Llewellyn motioned her to remain seated.

Master Prometheus began, “Gloria is concerned, as we assumed, that if she commits to this M/s relationship, she will again find herself alone and abandoned. She had an exceedingly hard time last time and was almost lost to us.”

Llewellyn looked at her, then at Prometheus. She saw that he was surprised by Prometheus’s last statement, but apart from that, she couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“I understand her concerns, and I will do all I can here and now to allay them. I’m going to buy a home here in Sheffield. My work in Wales is done and passed on to my successors, and my debt to my friend is repaid in full. He won’t call on me again. There is no one else to whom I owe such a debt. I am free of that and all other obligations. I’ve accepted a permanent post in Prometheus in Chains to train Dominants and subs. The term of the contract is five years, after which it can be renewed. I didn’t want to go, my gloria. I’m sorry I had to leave and hurt you so. I missed my slave. I missed our rituals and protocols, but I’d given my word to a man to whom I owed a debt of honour, and I couldn’t go back on it. I knew you couldn’t leave your mother, and we couldn’t live the M/s lifestyle apart, so I thought it was best to have a clean break and no contact at all. Master Prometheus kept me informed about you, and sometimes I was frantic wanting to get in touch, but I didn’t for fear of making things worse. I had to give you a chance to find happiness with someone else. I don’t know what I’d have done if you had found another Dom. Prometheus never told me how close we were to losing you.” She saw he looked hard at his old friend as he said that.

She could hardly credit what she was hearing. So he’d been as unhappy as she had, but he was still speaking. She needed to concentrate on what he was saying to her.

“I understand your mother died last year and you are alone now. I am so sorry for your loss. I know how much she meant to you, and how hard you tried to make her last years happy, and what you sacrificed to do it. I’m doing this with Master Prometheus present, so you realise I am serious. I have one further point to make. The M/s relationship is no longer enough.”

She gasped and looked. What did he mean?

ADULT EXCERPT

“May I give you ease, Master Llewellyn?” she asked.

“Certainly, my gloria.” He gestured, and she knelt at his feet between his legs. He noticed she was careful as she lowered the zip and released his cock and balls. Lovingly, she rolled his sac in her hands while he let his head drop back and sighed in contentment. He had missed her touch. No other had ever affected him so profoundly, and he regretted the lost years, wondering if they could resume their lives together. She had been his slave for five years before he’d had to leave her. He wasn’t altogether happy that she used “Master Llewellyn” instead of “Master,” but he ought to have expected it. Time would tell if she’d have him back. Then he lost all power of thought as she licked and nibbled at the huge vein that ran throbbing from the base of his cock to the head then sucked and licked around the bottom of the head. He raised his head and looked at her. She’d always known what he liked, and although he was way too thick and long for her to take all his cock into her mouth, she used her hands in combination with her mouth to pleasure him. Finally her tongue reached the swollen purple head, and she sighed then ran her thumb over his slit and smeared the drop of pre-cum over the whole head, only to lick it off slowly.

She always looked deep into his eyes as she pleasured him. He preferred to see her eyes and gauge her pleasure in her efforts from what he saw reflected there. She licked and sucked, and her head bobbed up and down as her tongue lashed back and forth over the head of his cock. Then, she sucked in her cheeks and he felt his release approaching. He held onto her head with both hands as he knew she preferred and fisted his hands in her hair. His hips bucked, and he exploded into her mouth. His eyes never left hers as she struggled to swallow his copious release then gently cleaned his cock with her eager tongue. She held his softening cock in her mouth until he tapped her on the head, which was his signal for her to release him and tuck him back into his leathers. She sat back on her heels and smiled shyly up at him.

“Cariad!” He sighed in appreciation of her efforts. “How I’ve missed you. Come here.”

He patted his lap, and she rose gracefully to straddle him. He took her in his arms and kissed her, not needing to demand entry. Her lips softly opened and invited him in to taste himself on her tongue and slake his thirst for her as he claimed her mouth. He licked, sucked, and nibbled her lips and finally sucked her tongue into his mouth for her to explore him. She would never invade his mouth until he invited her. He’d trained her well. He freed her generous breasts and cupped them in his large hands, running his thumbs over the sensitive nipples. Taking them between thumb and forefinger, he rolled and squeezed them as she moaned but kept still as he’d trained her to do.

“Please, Master Llewellyn. Please it has been so long. Please fuck me!”

He smiled. He was aware he was a strict Master and fiendish in his application of punishments for any infraction but conversely generous with praise and pleasure for any slave who pleased him and followed his dictates. She held herself still and took all the stimulation he offered with his talented fingers. Then he lowered his mouth to her nipples, and he smiled as she almost lost her control. He knew that the pull of his mouth, as he suckled her nipples, and the electric jolt shooting to her cunt, making her wet and needy, had always been a great test of her ability to control herself. He alternated between her breasts and drove her to the edge of her control again and again, but she didn’t disappoint him. She managed to take it all and maintain her stillness. What a treasure she is!

“What do you want, my gloria?” he teased.

“Fuck me, Master Llewellyn. Eat my pussy please. I need to come!” she pleaded.

Finally, standing with her in his arms, he crossed to the bed and tossed her onto it. Leaving her legs dangling off the end, he knelt on the floor between her legs, parted her thighs, and lowered his mouth to her pussy. She’d always loved this and said her world centred on him and the pleasure he gave her. So he parted her labia with his fingers, lowered his face to inhale her scent, and said, “Ah!” driving her to the edge of sanity.

“Yes, Master Llewellyn. More, Master. I love your mouth on my cunt!”

He loved the way she strove to keep still. He licked her pussy from her entrance to her clit and back up either side of the sensitive little pearl but never touching it. She moaned and sighed. He loved to hear the noises she made. Movement he didn’t permit, but sighs, moans, and screams of pleasure were music to his ears, and she’d always indulged him to the top of his bent. Finally, when she was trembling with the effort to keep still, he suckled on her clit, and she exploded. Her orgasm was beautiful to behold. She arched her back as it flowed along her limbs, and she convulsed, screaming, “MasterLlewellyn!” in her pleasure. He wanted more from her and for her, so he continued to suckle her clit, lashing it with his tongue and stabbing his tongue in and out of her pussy. Then he pumped his fingers in and out of her, stroking deep inside her and feeling the convulsive clenching of her muscles as the aftershocks caused them to spasm. Under his continued stimulation, her second orgasm took her and overwhelmed her. Her limbs shook and trembled.