This is Part XII of a story that started as a snippet from my drafts long ago.  Thanks to James X Morgan’s interest in the story, we’re continuing to co-create Delilah’s adventures with Master Graham.  You can find the posts here on my blog, and on James’ blog Tall Tales.

Part 1, originally named A Tantalizing Opportunity, now called Delilah’s Adventures with Master Graham: Intro is on my blog here and on James’ blog here.

Previously

‘Arms stretched above your shoulders, hands on the door, step back and move your feet apart. Step back a little further so you’re leaning on the door.’

Delilah obeyed.  She had not thought she could feel more exposed, but widening her stance and stepping back opened her to him even more.  Her bottom was clearly a target, but leaning on the door as she was, no part of her was protected. 

‘Good. When I say ‘Wall’ this is the position you will adopt. Understood.’

“Yes, Sir,” she said.  She felt as if the word were embedded on her body.  Wall.  If he only said that, she would be required to assume this position.  

‘Good. Now I will do with you as I please.’

Delilah could feel him behind her, his words filled her and she was overwhelmed with the desire to give herself to him, without reservation.  Right now, she did belong to him, and she was both humiliated and thrilled to realize it.

MG placed his index finger on the nape of Delilah’s neck, drawing tiny circles in the downy hair. He drew his finger slowly down, one vertebra at a time, then allowed it to follow her coccyx gently into and along the crease until gravity pulled it down and away just before it reached the col between the two valleys. He leaned close to her ear and growled. 

‘Mine.’

“Ohhhhh,” Delilah sighed softly and a little shiver ran through her.    

MG stepped back and flicked the laces lazily onto her back allowing the tails to caress her bottom as they fell. More flicks followed and gradually became figure eights landing first on alternating shoulder blades then gradually descending to the exposed pink cheeks that now sported visible goosebumps. 

The shoelaces he was using as his flogger today were more narrow and more stingy than the one he had used previously.  Although he was almost caressing her with them, she was very aware of the extra sting from the tips of the laces.  

‘Mmmmm…’ 

MG’s throaty half murmur, half growl was primal, complemented by another primitive reaction lower down. He continued painting her back and bottom, enjoying equally his actions and the reactions of Delilah’s soft and now lightly striated skin. 

“Mmmmm.”  Delilah began to lose herself in the sensation.  

He changed his focus to the backs of her legs with occasional flicks to the inner thighs then set up a horizontal figure eight, the upward diagonals catching first the back of a leg then the opposite inner thigh, the tips just grazing the crease under her cheeks. 

All her attention focused on her body and the feelings.  She felt he was claiming her with the laces, and she wanted more.  

MG stopped briefly. Holding the laces vertically, he flicked them against the crease between her cheeks, allowing the tips to curl round lightly between her legs, just enough to tease with perhaps an occasional hint of sting. 

The occasional sting only increased her pleasure.  Even this bit of pain was enough to make it clear that he was doing this for his pleasure, and that allowed her to open even more.  He could do anything to her – with her – and she wouldn’t protest.

‘Good. Well done.’

MG changed to a circular motion, the tails gently lashing her inner thighs, one or two tips landing directly on the sensitive skin of the cleft mound between them.

Delilah whimpered, the sting catching her by surprise.  

He smiled his satisfaction at her reaction then continued for several seconds more, wary of exceeding her limits. 

Delilah welcomed the sting, feeling it as proof that she was submitting to what he wanted.  She wondered if the laces would leave marks on her skin, and thought that she wanted those signs of his possession of her.  But then she was no longer thinking, lost in the sensations.

‘Turn and wait.’

His voice penetrated the fog in her mind.  It took a moment, but she pulled back from the wall and turned.  Positioned her feet so her legs were open, but not too open.  She had an urge to cover herself, but obediently putting her hands behind her back prevented that.  Head up, eyes down, she reminded herself.

MG stood in front of her. He put a gentle finger under her chin. 

‘Look at me.’

Caught in his gaze, all her attention was on him.

‘I’m very pleased with you Delilah. You’re doing so well my beautiful, obedient girl.’

Her whole body responded to his words.  She smiled.  Her breasts felt heavy, nipples hardened, and she felt the tug that started at her belly and sent a rush of heat between her legs.  Her pussy throbbed.

He allowed his finger to trace a line down her throat, stopping between her breasts. The backs of his fingers caressed the inside of her left breast, brushing lightly over her nipple before retracing their path and following a similar track on the right.

She bit her lip, watching his finger, longing for more.  Her nipples hardened even more, as if pleading for attention.

His finger continued its journey downwards, this time brushing her navel before stopping briefly where bare skin gave way to tiny curls. His finger brushed left and right across the obstacle, descending gradually to the point where skin began to part. It traced a little to the left as it continued an inch further before retracing its steps then descending to the right. Without a pause it ascended again into and beyond the curly covering before lifting and reluctantly leaving the silky flesh. 

‘This side too… is mine.’

Delilah could hardly breathe.  She was frozen, watching his finger, her whole body attuned to him.  It was an exquisite torture, that he touched her with such control while she longed to throw herself at him, to feel his hands on her, her breasts, her thighs. She needed more.  He could spank her or take her, in that moment, she didn’t care if he used her mouth or filled the aching emptiness between her legs.

She belonged to him.  And he had given the command, Wait.  So she waited, trembling, but holding position, while he explored her body at his leisure.

‘Inspection.’

Putting her hands behind her head and opening her legs exposed her even more, and the word “Inspection” sent a tremor through her.  The idea of being inspected, measured and judged left her on edge.

MG flicked the tails softly and rhythmically onto her naked stomach then changed to flog gently left to right, right to left. Gradually transforming the motion into a figure eight, he allowed the tips to target the underside of her breasts on the upward diagonal. 

“Ohhhh.”  Her gaze lowered, she watched the tails landing on her.

Following Sir Alan’s example, MG reversed the direction of the figure eight, the tails now striking the tops of her breasts and falling over her nipples. 

Delilah stifled an urge to protect her breasts, keeping her hands laced together behind her head.

He continued for a while before lowering his aim so that the tails landed squarely on her protruding nipples. 

“Oh!” she cried out, the sudden sting on her nipples sent a fierce tug of lust through her body, even as the pain registered.

‘Well done. Hold still.’

He allowed the laces to descend gradually until they fell on her hips and upper thighs in the downward diagonal, the tips threatening to find the tender, exposed folds between them. 

Anticipating the sting in this most tender spot, she wanted to cover herself, but she wanted even more to show him that she would obey.  

Changing direction again, MG targeted her inner thighs on the upstrokes, one or two tails now frequently finding the sensitive cleft. 

Gasping as the laces landed, accepting the moment of pain, she felt her submission, her willingness to submit, grow more intense.  She would do whatever he asked of her, please him in whatever way he wanted.  The humiliation she felt as she opened herself to him only increased her arousal.

MG moved the laces up and began painting her stomach horizontally before slowly moving round her, painting her left side, her lower back, her right side and once again her stomach.

Delilah’s eyes were closed as she slipped back into the sensation, the pleasure filling her.

The laces crept up, swishing under, then across her breasts, catching her hardened nipples, before moving round her side, back, side and breasts once more. 

“Oh,” she cried out as the tips caught her nipples,

He stopped. He took the tips in his left hand then flicked his right wrist so they fell smartly on first her left breast then her right. 

She cried out at the sudden pain, but as the sensation receded, she made little sounds of pleasure.

Moving behind her he repeated the vertical strokes on each of her cheeks. 

The impact was more intense but only painful enough to hold her attention.  She had lost her words, she could only moan softly, totally present in that moment.

Stepping to one side he brought the laces sharply across her bottom, the tips just curling round the outer curve. Five more followed in quick succession. 

“Ohhhh,” that hurt, but she had no resistance and she absorbed the sharp sting without thought.

MG moved to her other side and delivered six equivalent strokes. 

Despite the pain, it was satisfying that he had used the laces evenly.  She felt that he had claimed every inch of her.

He moved in front of her and kissed her forehead. 

‘Well done my sweet girl, well done. This stage is nearly finished. Nearly, but not quite.’

Her mind was a bit foggy, but the praise made her smile and she was filled again with the longing to offer herself to him.

‘Kneel.’

Obediently, she knelt, knees together, sitting on her heels, back straight.

‘Look at me.’

She raised her eyes to meet his.

‘Submit.’

The command sent shivers of pleasure through her body, although humiliation followed quickly.  This position – her face turned to the floor, her bottom and the cleft between her thighs exposed – he would see how wet she was…  

But she moved into position without hesitation.  

MG moved beside her. He traced the length of her backbone with his finger, allowed it to follow the valley floor, circling her puckered rear entrance, and on to tease the centre of her desire.

‘Why do you submit to me?’

His finger was mesmerising, she was helpless in her exposure.  She struggled to find words – why was she submitting?  

But then the answer was easy.  “Because I belong to you, Sir.”

‘Good. Yes you do. Now, my lovely Delilah, while you submit to me I will flog your bare bottom. Hold your position. Understood?’

“Yes.  Yes, Sir.”

MG immediately set up a figure eight, alternating cheeks absorbing the moderate force of the downward strokes while the tips retained enough momentum to sting to the opposite thigh. 

Delilah wiggled a bit, trying to escape the sting of the tips, but this only pushed her bottom further up, as if she were inviting more. 

‘Good. Keep still. Well done.’

Biting her lip, Delilah stilled her body and felt something inside her let go.  She had thought that she had felt submissive before, but now she knew that he could whip her much harder than this and she would accept it.  She trembled, realizing how much power he had over her.

MG noticed the change in her body. 

‘You’re doing well Delilah, nearly there.’

He increased the power behind the lashes, the tails now snapping onto her reddened buttocks. 

Delilah whimpered.

Pausing only briefly he moved to her left and swished the laces deliberately, landing them hard across her bottom.

She wiggled her bottom, as if that could help, but balanced as she was, it only served to expose her more.

‘Very good. Hold on for me, nearly there.’

Nine more followed before he moved to the other side and repeated the sequence.

She was still now, totally accepting the stinging blows.

He put the laces in his pocket and stepped forward, squeezing then stroking her cheeks. 

‘Good girl. All over now. I’m very proud of you.’

He let a finger stray into her crack and traced it down to her glistening pussy. He stroked down the left side of her cleft, teased the curls for a second then stroked up the right before circling the soft tissue of her hidden opening. 

Delilah moaned with pleasure.

He moved his slick finger slowly down the centre line, gently parting the fold. As he found the sensitive hood MG shuddered. He circled slowly and gently round, over the exposed nub and round again, returning occasionally to the source for more lubricant. 

Waves of pleasure radiated out from the tiny area he was circling and Delilah moaned again.  She tried to hold still, afraid the finger would be withdrawn if she moved.  She felt the sensations growing and knew that she was not far from reaching the peak of pleasure.

‘Kneel.’

Stunned, Delilah raised her head to look at Sir Graham.  Was he serious?  He was going to leave her like this?  But he looked serious, and raised an eyebrow at her, so she pulled herself up to the Kneel position, rocking back on her heels.

‘Would you like to eat something now?’