The Sound of Her Master’s Voice

Gloria glanced at her phone. 8:58. She and Patty sat on the couch - silent. There had been some awkward conversation earlier.

"He wants me here?"

"Not you specifically. A friend was all he said. Someone I trust."

"Why?"

"He didn't say."

"So you met him on-line."

"Yeah."

"And you have, what, virtual sex?"

"No. Not really."

"But you have a relationship."

Gloria wagged her hand.

"Kind of."

"What about meeting him, like in the real world."

"I don't know. It's really his call."

"Oh?"

And so it went. And so they sat, wine glasses in hand. Gloria popped in her ear buds, glanced at the clock. 8:59. The music that came through was one of those new-age pieces, kind of light, droning, hypnotic, with a steady rhythm. Each song sounded a lot like the prior one. He had sent her the album. She had come to think of it as "their" music.

The phone chirped, the music stopped.

"Hello?"

"Gloria."

"Hello, Master."

This got an eyebrow from Patty.

"Is your friend there?"

"Yes, Master."

"What is her name?"

"Patricia. Patty."

"Describe her to me?"

Gloria turned to look at her friend.

"She has short blond hair that frames her face. A somewhat narrow face with a thin nose and somewhat pointed chin. The hair exaggerates the effect. She has hazel eyes. She is slim with smallish breasts and a little bubble butt that looks great in jeans. She's long and lean. The word coltish comes to mind. She could be a model and, in fact, has done some work in the past.

"A slimmer, less well-endowed version of you. Except for the red hair and freckles."

"Yes. Master."

"What is she wearing?"

"Jeans, a Steerlers football jersey, and trainers."

"And you?"

"Gym shorts and a T."

"Underwear?"

"No, Master."

"Did the package arrive?"

"Yes, Master."

"Did you open it?"

"You told me not to."

"That didn't answer my question."

"No, Master, I didn't open it."

"Do so."

Gloria slipped the phone into her pocket and stepped over to the desk. She opened a draw and pulled out a small pocket knife, opened it. The box was about the size of a shoe box, wrapped in prown paper with neatly hand-lettered writing. Not printing - writing. She slit the tape.

"Okay, Master."

"Remove the contents and decribe each as you do."

Gloria pulled out the items one by one.

"Two sets of black handcuffs. I don't see a key."

"It's in a small, white envelope. It probably shifted to the bottom. Continue."

"A black ball gag. It has a chin strap. A black leather blindfold. A set of chrome steel clamps connected by a length of chain. A vibrator. It kind of looks like a spider."

"It's meant to be positioned between your labia, up against your clitoris. The legs are actually spring-loaded clamps. They will hold the body of the vibrator in place."

"Yes, Master."

"There are two leather straps. Oh. There's the envelope."

"Give it to your friend."

She stepped over to the couch.

"He said to give you this."

"What is it?"

"Handcuff key."

That got her a quizzical look.

"What is the temperature there?"

Gloria glanced at her phone, but decided the TV local TV station would be more accurate.

"85 degrees, light rain."

"So it's dark there?"

"Not full dark, but almost."

"Good. Get undressed and take the things out to the porch. You'll sit in the corner chair away from the door."

She had sent him pictures of her apartment, inside and out, so he knew these things.

"Yes, Master."

Gloria gathered the bondage gear and returned it to the box, opened the door, and stepped out onto the porch. Patty pushed herself off the couch and followed.

"What are you doing?"

Gloria waved her off.

Dim light from the glass bedroom doors and brighter light from the living room door illuminated the porch. Not as much as if she'd turned on the overhead ight, but there was light none the less. The chair she'd been told to sit in occupied a dark corner of its own. Her apartment was on the second floor and anyone going by would probably not look up... probably.

"I'm here, Master."

"Good. Start with the vibrator. Place the body of the vibrator up against your clitoris and pull your lip away, position the clamp such that your labia is fully inserted. Do the same with the other."

Gloria did as she was told. The clamps looked like miniature versions of a plastic, hair clamp. She squeezed it open, pulled on her nether lip, and released the clamp. It didn't hurt necessarily, but the little tines did bite a bit. Then did the other.

"Done, Master."

"Place a set of handcuffs on your ankles. Close them until they're not quite snug."

Gloria pushed the handcuffs through to open them, wrapped them around her ankles, snicked them shut, getting them closed to the point that she could almost move them freely, almost.

"Okay, Master."

Gloria looked into the box, then at the box and then at the other porch furniture. Now that her eyes had adjusted a bit she realized her corner wasn't all that dark after all.

"Place the clamps on your nipples."

Gloria tugged on her left nipple, squeezed open the clamp, let it close.

"Ow!"

"Hurt?"

"Yes... yes, Master."

She clamped her right nipple, grimmaced. She looked up at Patty and mouth the word again.

"Okay."

"Now it gets a bit tricky. You're going to blindfold and gag yourself, wrap the straps above and below your breasts, then, lastly, cuff your wrists behind your back. At first blush it seems impossible, but it isn't. Before we continue, let me speak to Patricia."

"Yes, Master."

She pulled the buds from her ears.

"He wants to talk to you."

Patty pointed at herself and frowned. Gloria held out the buds and nodded.

"Hello? Yes. Uh huh. My number? Why? Oh. When will you call. Oh. Oh, okay. It's 8034276152. Yeah. Okay. Bye."

She pulled out the bids and handed them to Gloria, who fought the urge to ask what he'd said, but if he wanted her to know he'd tell her.

"I'm here, Master."

"Fine. Now gag and blindfold yourself."

Gloria pushed the ball into her mouth, buckled the strap behind her head, bit down and fastened the chin strap. The leather blindfold covered her face from her forehead down to her mouth, with a cutout for her nose. She said she was done. It came out muffled and garbled, but he got the message.

"Good. Now wrap one of the straps around your chest and arms above your breasts. Place the buckle between them. It's awkward, but you have enough movement just by bending your elbows and wrists to make it work."

It was awkward, but she made it work.

"Do the same below your breasts."

Gloria did, mmfed around the gag.

"Now turn on the vibrator. The speed control is taped, leave it be. Then cuff your wrists behind your back."

Gloria cuffed her wrists and settled back. It was distinctly uncomfortable sitting back against the cuffs, but the buzz between her legs was what really bothered her. The vibrations pulsed through her clit like electric shocks. It was either very good or very bad, depending on your definitions of pleasure and torment.

It took a few minutes, but then the first orgasm hit.

"Lovely. I love the sound of a gagged slave."

Patty watched her friend have a second orgasm, then she went through the house shutting off lights. She wondered what was going through Gloria's mind. Last she knew she was sitting outside naked and bound in dim light for all the world to see. And what about the noise? It wasn't loud, but would it get louder. She grabbed Gloria's keys and locked the door, headed down the steps, out to the sidewalk. The rain had picked up and she trotted to her car. He had said to leave Gloria. For how long? At least an hour. I'll call you, he had said. Patty started the car, turned on the lights, backed out of the parking spot. For one brief instant her friend was bathed in brilliant white light. And then there was nothing. Nothing but the darkness and the gentle rain.

And, in Gloria's ears, the sound of her Master's voice.

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11.09.13