This is Part XVII 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.

Delilah was out of sorts.  Monday morning, sitting at her desk, she wondered what on earth was wrong with her.  

It had been a wonderful weekend.  Saturday night, after they got back to the house, Sir Graham had babied her.  He’d drawn a warm bath and helped her into it, gently washed her, rinsed, and dried her with one of her soft bath sheets.  

Half dazed, and fully delighted, she had helped prepare a light snack for them both, with tea for her.  Afterwards, they cuddled in bed, stroking each other gently.

The strokes became more sensual, and then questioning, as if asking, do you want this too?  Finally, Sir Graham’s touch became more possessive, more demanding, and she melted, opening to him completely, responding to him eagerly.

She sighed.  In the morning, after breakfast, she hated to see him leave. They had agreed to separate early in the afternoon so they could each prepare for the week ahead, but she had not wanted him to leave.

And now – she felt like a dark cloud had descended on her this morning.  For no reason!  Nothing was wrong, nothing was different than it had been yesterday.  But somehow, she couldn’t concentrate, she felt irritable, restless, like there was an itchy-ness that couldn’t be scratched.  What on earth was wrong with her?  

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He smiled as he woke. Delilah had managed her first demonstration even better than he had expected and then she had allowed him to take care of her, completely open to his willing ministrations. And then she had opened herself again, first gently, then submitting passionately and completely as he had taken the lead in this other delightful setting. 

He had left her reluctantly the day before but he had known that she, and he, had things to do. His smile remained firmly in place as he tapped then pressed send on his phone.

Delilah’s phone pinged.  

Graham… 

Hello my dear. What a wonderful weekend! Thank you for being with me and making it so special. You were wonderful, I’m so very proud of you!

She read the words, but they didn’t quite register, her brain felt a bit foggy.  She thought, ‘I’m glad he was pleased,’ and the affectionate text almost penetrated the fog she was in.  But it took her a minute to figure out what to reply. 

She read the message over several times, deciding it sounded a little stiff, but it was the best she could do right now. She didn’t want him to know how she felt – there was no reason for her to feel this way.  It was just silly.

Finally, she hit Send.

MG saw Delilah’s name and smiled – a lovely quick response. His smile faded a little as he read.

Delilah 

Thank you.  I’m glad you were pleased.  I enjoyed it too.

‘That’s a little muted’ he thought, a marked contrast to how she had been the day before. 

He frowned as he tapped and sent a reply.

All ok there? How are you feeling?

Delilah read the message, surprised that he had picked up on something not being right with her.  She sighed. What could she tell him?  Something was wrong with her, she couldn’t explain it.  It didn’t even make sense.

But she didn’t want to pretend everything was ok.

Slowly, she replied:

I don’t know.  There’s nothing wrong, everything’s fine.  I just feel – out of sorts.  It’s silly.  No big deal.

Her phone rang almost immediately. She glanced down.  Sir Graham.  She shook her head, but she was smiling.  Did she even want to talk to him right now?  

But it wouldn’t be fair to ignore the call.

“Hello, Sir.”  She knew she didn’t sound like herself, but she couldn’t help it.

‘Hello dear Delilah. Tell me how you feel please.’

She bit her lip.  Sighed, as quietly as she could.  “I don’t know.  I just feel – out of sorts is the best way I can describe it.  A mix of sad and grumpy and – discontent, maybe.  I don’t have any reason to feel this way.  And I know, it’s just a feeling, it won’t last.  It’s just how I feel right now.”

‘Thank you for telling me now my dear but you could have called me, hmm? Did you enjoy your weekend?’

“I did enjoy it!  Very much,” she said, thinking, you definitely don’t want me calling to tell you just because I’m in a mood. Out loud, she added, “That’s why I’m surprised that I’m not feeling great today.”

‘Good. Very good. I’m very happy that you did because I loved it too. How would you describe your feelings during the weekend, during the time we spent together?’

“Ohhhh,” she sighed happily.  “I felt – it was amazing.  I don’t even know if I can – how would I describe it?”  She paused, letting the memories wash over her.  

“It’s weird, Graham – Sir -” she paused, checking herself  – what did she want to call him?  Smiling, she continued, “My Sir, I – you know how new this is to me – I never imagined I would feel – when you do that thing when you just take charge?  And I don’t have to think about anything else, I don’t have to decide things or make decisions, I can just pay attention to -” she lowered her voice, “to obeying you.”  

Those words sent a shiver of arousal through her body.  She added, “To pleasing you.  You can’t imagine how good that feels.  It’s not – it’s not like anything I’ve felt before.  It makes me feel happy.”

“And it scares me, just a little bit.”

‘Thank you, Delilah, for trusting me and telling me. So you feel on a sort of high and it’s scarily, wonderfully intoxicating. Does that describe it?’

She laughed, “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

‘And now, today, I’m not there and I’m not in charge. You’re back in a world of making your own decisions and looking after yourself. How does that feel?’

“Oh.  It’s – well, it’s a letdown.  I mean, I want to make my own decisions.  I need to make my own decisions most of the time.  But it doesn’t feel nearly as good as this weekend did.”

‘And that my dear is perfectly normal. It even has a name, it’s called drop, or sub drop. After the high of the weekend what might otherwise seem normal seems like a low, like something is missing. So that’s why I was so quick to call after your message. To let you know that you are not on your own or abandoned. And to let you know that, while you are still more than capable of making your own decisions, you can always ask for my point of view. Ok?’

Delilah was speechless for a moment.  That made so much sense.  “Sub drop,” she said, a note of amazement in her tone.  “I’ve even heard of that, I just never thought about it in connection with myself.”  

She was glad that he’d said she was capable of making her own decisions and surprised at how intensely she appreciated knowing that she could always ask him for his opinion.

“Thank you – I’m so glad you called.  This is really helpful.”  

‘Good. And you must always tell me 

immediately if you’re feeling down or troubled for whatever reason so we can do something about it before it gets worse. Understood?’

She smiled.  “I think that would get really old for you pretty quickly.  But I will let you know if I think it’s something that really matters.”

‘Delilah, this is something I’m going to insist on because it could affect your well-being, which I care about. You will tell me and we can decide together whether or not it matters. That way we won’t miss something that may deteriorate, such as the drop you are feeling now. May we have a firm agreement on that now please?’

Taken aback by his response, Delilah hesitated.  It felt very strange to have someone so concerned about her feelings.  Promising herself that she’d think about that later, she said, “Yes. Yes, Sir, I agree to tell you how I’m feeling, if I’m feeling off or something.”

‘Good girl. Thank you.’

Delilah laughed, “My pleasure, Sir.”

‘Now I think we need to do something which first will help with how you feel and then will help us decide something for the future. When do you have an afternoon and evening free?’

“Mmmm, let me look at my calendar. Wednesday. I don’t have anything scheduled in the afternoon this week, or evening.  What are we going to do?”

‘Do? My dear Delilah. You are going to do exactly as I say. I’ll be there at 2pm.’

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Those words, ‘You’re going to do exactly as I say,’ echoed in her mind for the next two days.  

The anticipation was fierce, but every time Delilah thought, ‘I wish it were Wednesday already,’ she quickly reminded herself not to wish her life away.

But – “You are going to do exactly as I say.”  Each time she remembered his voice, she felt a tug of lust running through her entire body, directly to her core.  

Finally, it was Wednesday.  Having finished her work for the morning, she was eating a light lunch and wishing she knew how to prepare for the rest of the day.  She and Sir had talked a couple of times, and texted, but he had not given her any instructions for today.

‘Maybe,’ she thought, ‘I should text him and ask. Just something simple.  Just ask what I should wear.  But he would have told me already if there were something he wanted.  If he wants me to know something, he’ll tell me.’

She sighed and had almost accepted that, but some other part of herself chimed in, ‘Oh, you’re being silly. He’s already said you can ask him anything.  Why wouldn’t you just ask him?  Surely he wouldn’t get mad about that.’

And the first part of her answered, ‘No, I don’t think he would be angry. That’s not it.  I just think maybe this is something I can let go of, just trust him to be in control of this.  I want to know, but I don’t need to know.’

And there she sat, caught between the perspectives in her own head.  What did it really mean that he was in control?  What was the right thing to do as his submissive?

Suddenly, she had an inspiration!  Almost giggling, she quickly typed:

Sir, I have a question.  If I want to be a good submissive, would it be better to ask you if there’s anything special I can wear or prepare for our time today, or should I just wait and trust you to let me know if there is something?

There.  That really was what she needed to know.  She hit send before she could change her mind.  Even without instructions, she needed to take a shower and do the usual preparations. She hoped he answered soon.

***************

MG smiled as read the message. He could almost feel her anticipation and uncertainty. 

It’s never wrong to ask my dear, neither is it wrong, in the absence of instructions, to use your delightfully intelligent mind to make a choice. I’ll be there at 2pm. Be ready for me.

He smiled again. He was going to enjoy himself this afternoon. He hoped she would too. 

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Delilah read the text twice, shaking her head.  He was absolutely diabolical.  Instead of feeling reassured, now she felt challenged to be prepared for – she had no idea what.

Reading the text a third time, she noticed that he actually said to be ready for him.  Stewing on that, she went to take her shower.

**************

MG rang the doorbell at 2pm precisely and stood back.

Delilah had struggled with what to wear, but finally decided to go with the gauzy robe that she wore when he came over and they weren’t planning on going out – at least, not right away.  Underneath it, she wore only her string.  

So she opened the door and stepped back quickly, hoping no one walking by looked in that direction.

‘Hello my dear, you look delightful! May I come in?’

“Please do!” Delilah said quickly.  “And thank you.”

MG entered with a smile and put down the bag he was carrying, turning to allow Delilah to close the door before offering her a hug.

Delilah clung to him for a minute, resting her head against his chest.  For a moment, she felt like a cat, rubbing against him. She could have purred.

‘Mmm. How do you feel now?’

“So good,” she replied, looking up at him.  “I’m so glad to see you. And curious.”

‘I’m happy to see you too.’

MG looked into her eyes and smiled.

‘So. What are we going to do this afternoon then?’

She laughed, “Why are you asking me, my Sir?  I’m not the one making decisions here.”

MG’s eyes twinkled.

‘And why am I the one to make decisions here?’

Delilah reached up to wrap her arms around his neck.  Tiptoeing so she was closer to his ear, she almost whispered, “Because I belong to you, Sir.”

‘And why do you belong to me, dear Delilah?’

“Oh – mmmm – because I want to?  And because you -” she paused – “You claimed me, Sir.”

‘Because you want to. That’s a very good start. And I claimed you, hmm? Do I have a unilateral right to claim you?’

Delilah felt a shiver run through her at those words, arousal tugging at her core, pussy clenching.  

“Well,” she considered, “I guess not a unilateral right.  I mean, if I didn’t want to be claimed then you couldn’t.”

‘Very good. Very good indeed. Now please take my bag to the sofa, we’ll look at that later. Then take two steps back and wait.’

“Yes, Sir.”  Happy to have a task, Delilah carried the bag, which was not too heavy for her, to the couch.  Carefully she took two steps back and assumed the Wait position, feet placed correctly, hands behind her back, head up and eyes down.

MG watched then sat comfortably and looked at her. He liked what he saw and very much hoped this afternoon was going to lead where he anticipated.

‘Turn.’

Feeling very obedient, Delilah turned slowly, feeling his gaze on her.

‘Take off your robe and fold it, hold it on your hands in front of you.’

Delilah slipped off her robe, which had barely covered her anyhow.  She folded it carefully, the way he liked, and placed both hands under it, extending them out towards Sir Graham as if offering it to him.

‘Good, well done.’

MG took the robe from her hands and placed it neatly beside him.

‘Turn.’

‘Once again, Delilah turned, slowly.  She felt very excited, not knowing what was going to happen next, and yet very calm, knowing that she just needed to follow his lead.

‘Pull your panties down to your knees and wait.’

Another shiver of pleasure ran through her, not ‘take them off’, but ‘pull them down to your knees,’ he had said. She knew what that meant.

As she pulled them down, hooking her thumbs into the waistband, tugging them down slowly, she thought about the feeling of having to leave them on, down to her knees.  The feeling – embarrassed, maybe a touch of humiliation – aroused her too.

MG stood and moved close behind her, breathing beside first one ear then the other. He moved round to face her, standing only a foot away and looking directly at her.

‘Eyes. Inspection.’

Surprised, Delilah raised her eyes to meet his, opened her legs a bit wider, as far as the panties would let her, and laced her hands together behind her neck.  She was trembling.

‘Good girl. What am I going to do now?’

She froze – what?  How would she –

Oh.  Of course. She smiled.  “Whatever you want, Sir.”

‘Mmm. Indeed I will.’

He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and allowed it to trail down her chin and neck and onto her left breast, stopping just before it touched the nipple.

Delilah made a tiny sound, unh, feeling the heat between her thighs and an openness in her heart, a vulnerability that was so strong she was overwhelmed with the sensation.

MG stroked up to her neck and down to just above her right nipple, all the while looking into her eyes. He broke contact briefly, renewing it as each thumb and forefinger captured a nipple and squeezed gently and held as he blew first on one then the other.

Lips parted, Delilah sighed with pleasure.

Releasing her nipples, he trailed his forefingers down over her outer ribs and stomach then followed the creases of her hips inwards and downwards towards the centre, stopping just shy of her trimmed curls and breaking contact again.

Delilah’s hips pressed forward, just a bit, wanting more, but she stopped herself quickly.

MG walked behind her and ran a finger down her spine, slowing until it stopped at the top of the crease. He removed his finger and slapped her right buttock hard.

She cried out.

He admired the hand print briefly before squeezing the cheek firmly. Stepping back he slapped hard and created a similar imprint on the left before pausing and squeezing that side too.

This time she was expecting it, and closed her eyes at the delicious sensation of pain and pleasure.

Now he stood behind her and put his hands on her hips, sliding them forward until his index fingers tangled briefly in the short curly strip of hair. He kneaded her stomach as his hands traveled upwards, captured her breasts then squeezed and released her nipples. 

“Mmmmm” she began to lean back against him, but he said,

‘Kneel.’

And she obeyed as quickly and gracefully as she could.  Rocking back on her heels, she waited for his next command.

‘Good. Submit.’

“Ohhhh,” Delilah leaned forward, arms extended in front of her, forehead to the floor.  

MG stroked her bottom, allowing his fingers to trace the crack. He gently slapped and squeezed for a while, enjoying the feeling and reactions of her cheeks.

Delilah began to relax into the position, the humiliation of being so exposed slipping away as she surrendered to the sensations he aroused in her.

He stood and extracted a flogger from his bag.  He swung the tails lazily between her thighs and drew them up gradually onto her back before flicking them over to land between her shoulder blades.

Delilah cried out, in surprise, not in pain.

Repeating the action, he moved the tails slowly down her back, adding a circular wrist movement to create a figure eight as he reached her bottom. He continued gently flogging her cheeks, absorbed in the sights and sounds of the moment.

Losing herself in the rhythm of the flogger, Delilah moaned softly.

‘Wait. Panties round your knees.’

The command penetrated her sensual daze slowly and it took it a minute for her to respond.  But she stood, realized her panties were around her ankles, and pulled them back up to her knees.  She shivered with the waves of arousal this caused, wondering why something so humiliating could be so hot.

‘Walk to the door and close it. Make sure your panties stay put.’

She didn’t want to.  She could imagine how awkward she looked, hobbling over to the door.  But there was no thought of protesting.  She knew that in this moment she would do whatever he said, no matter how ridiculous or humiliating, and she was swept with another wave of lust  

‘Wall.’

She had just turned to face him again, and she froze.  Her legs, of course, were already open, holding the panties up in place around her knees.  But she quickly clasped her hands behind her back, head up, eyes down.  

No longer thinking about the awkwardness, she was throbbing with desire, nipples hard and tingling, aware of the wetness and heat between her thighs, focused and waiting for his next command.

‘Delilah my dear, I said Wall.’

“Oh no!  I’m so sorry!”  Delilah shook her head, she had totally misheard him.  She turned to the wall closest to her, next to the door, and placed both hands on it, taking a step back so she was leaning into it.  

Still hampered by the panties around her knees, she thought this must be the most awkward position ever.  And then she hoped she was doing it right.  Was she missing anything?

‘Much better.’

MG flicked the flogger so it landed on her stretched panties, gravity pulling the tails onto the floor. He continued slowly, occasionally letting the tails catch between her upper thighs before they fell.

Delilah hummed with pleasure.  The mistake she’d made, the awkward panties, all faded as she settled into the rhythm of the flogger.

He raised his arm and set up a slow figure eight wandering over her back, occasionally catching a buttock on the way past.

Sensations, she was all sensations…

‘Would you like me to stop now?’

It took a moment for the words to register.  

“No, don’t stop!” The words escaped her without thought, then she wondered what he had planned next and said, “Or yes, maybe yes.  I don’t know.”

And that was true, she had no idea what she wanted.  She felt a rising panic, what was the right answer?

And then she knew, she almost laughed, “I would like you to do whatever would please you, my Sir,” she said.  

‘Good girl.’

MG stood back a little and began flogging her bottom from side to side, softly at first then gradually increasing in intensity. 

“Ahhh,” the soft noises Delilah made reflected the more intense sensations, but she was thoroughly warmed up and enjoying it.

The red lines began merging as the surface of her soft cheeks was comprehensively painted by the stinging tails.

‘Mmm. Very nice.’

MG squeezed her cheeks gently then delivered a substantial whack to each. 

“Ohhhhh,” even more intense, but waves of pleasure followed.

 ‘Turn and wait.’

As always, it took a long moment for her to come back from the wordless fog she had been in.  But she turned obediently and took the position.

‘Inspection.’

Languidly, she raised her arms, hands clasped behind her neck, widened her stance.

MG appraised what he saw, his eyes taking in and appreciating every detail: the subtle differences in the creases at the tops of her thighs, the barely perceptible imbalance in the angle of her nipples, her smooth underarms and the neatly trimmed line of curls inviting the eye to descend. As she stood there, obedient, he wanted very much to explore, to tease, to caress, to pleasure.

Delilah felt his gaze taking her measure and trembled.

But no. He drew a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Not now. Not yet. A little more preparation and then, he hoped, the time would come. He gathered himself and began painting her stomach, side to side, softly then adding a little sting.

Smiling now, she allowed herself to open to the sensation again.

He added some wrist movement to form a narrow, horizontal figure eight, ribs to opposite thigh, ribs to other  thigh. 

Delilah had to focus on maintaining her stance, wishing she were restrained in some way.  How odd, she thought vaguely, that being restrained gave her more freedom to experience.  

But the steady rhythm of the flogger quickly pulled her into a deeper state of mind, sensations taking over.

Widening the figure eight, the tails caught the underside of her breasts and just kissed her inner thighs. 

She welcomed the sting, the intensity and touch of pain.

The figure eight more vertical now, the flogger struck first her upper breasts, one of the tails catching a nipple each time as they descended, teasing her curls as they passed. 

“Ohhhh – mmm -” gentle exclamations escaped her.

He stopped. He cupped her chin and looked into her eyes.

‘What shall I do next, my dear Delilah?’

“Oh!”  Completely wordless, she could only look at him.  Then, “Ohhhh – I don’t know, Sir.”  It was almost a wail.  “I don’t know,” her voice dropping to a whisper, “Whatever you want, Sir?”

‘Good. Well done. Kneel.’

She knelt, eager to obey, feeling that she was being put through her paces.

‘Submit.’

This time, she thought less and settled into position more easily.

MG let the flogger slide in different directions over her bottom, the tails finding their way between her cheeks and thighs. 

“Mmmmm,” she murmured.  

He began a figure eight, striking alternate buttocks on the down strokes and gaining in intensity. 

She moaned softly, pleasure, shifting to a bit more pain…

Standing to one side he brought the flogger down hard across her taut behind, six times in quick succession. 

And she cried out.  Just once, a cry of pain and acceptance.

He moved to repeat the series from the other side, appreciating the thwack of the impacts and the reactions they provoked. 

This time she whimpered, and offered no resistance.

He stopped. He stood behind her, waiting.

She waited, expecting to hear the swish of the flogger.  Her body was tingling, she was wet with her own juices between her thighs and even her inner thighs, soaked with proof of her arousal.  Noticing that her breath was ragged, she calmed herself, breathing more slowly.

She wanted to say something, ask what they were doing, see if he wanted something.  But he had trained her well.  She waited instead, patiently, prepared to wait as long as it took, prepared for his next command.

‘Kneel.’

Relieved that she knew what to do next, she raised her body.

MG sat in front of her.

‘Eyes.’

She raised her eyes to meet his, warmed by the tenderness she saw there.

‘And what would you like to do now my sweet, obedient girl?’

Savoring the praise, she realized she did want to do something now.  Almost shyly, she said, “What I’d like to do is – I’d like to use my mouth to please you, Sir.”  She smiled then, a bit coy, “But only if you’d like that, my Sir.” 

‘Hmm. I’m sure I would like that. But not now.’

“Ohhhh,” a rush of shame, because she had wanted that so much.

He held out his hand.

‘Stand up and give me your panties.’

She stood, letting them fall to the floor and stepping out of them.  She picked them up, embarrassed that he would be able to tell how wet she was.

He took them, put them with her dress and took her hand.

‘Thank you. Come with me.’

MG led her to her bedroom and turned back the covers.

‘In you get, sweet girl.’

“What?  In bed?”

‘Now I want you to sleep for a while. I will stay here and help you. Later I will wake you.’

“But -” thoughts racing, Delilah paused, then blurted out, “I don’t want to go to sleep!  I mean -” caught between her dismay at being put to bed and her desire to please, she just looked at him, her eyes pleading.

‘Who should decide what happens next?’

Ever so reluctantly, but with a hint of a smile on her lips, Delilah said, “You do, Sir.”

Pouting just the tiniest bit, she climbed into bed.

‘Good girl. Now, eyes closed and breathe slowly. Imagine walking in the woods, a clearing, lying down in the sunshine, a gentle breeze.’

MG stroked her hair gently for a moment then rested his hand on her shoulder and waited.

His voice was so soothing, she easily began to breathe more slowly.  And picture herself – the woods – a clearing – lying down in the sunshine…