Bernadette's Trial

So this is what it is to displease him. I choke back my tears.

Denial.

I do my best to drive down the need of before and mutely yeild to the washing and drying, my heart heavy with the knowledge that I have displeased him.

Then I think - what have I denied him? I just can't stand the thought of those women touching me.

But it feels horrible, his displeasure. What is wrong with my thinking?

I follow him to a beautiful room with huge table set only for two. My eyes widen in shock when I see the array of food on the table. It's every food that danced across my ravenous mind in the bath!

He's had it prepared - especially for me, and my heart feels squeezed with a sudden burst of emotion.

"Igor, you had them prepare this for me. Do you know how this makes me feel?" I move closer to him and put my hand on his arm looking up at him my eyes stinging smarting with tears.

"Please don't be angry with me. ...Please, I can't bear it. I'm sorry.

"Please don't draw away from me. Please."
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

"Very pleased I'd hope. That's why I asked for it all to be prepared for you mine," I say softly as I smile down at you.

"Angry? No, I'm not angry my Bernadette. I'm just disappointed and displeased is all and that's very far from angry. I hope you never do anything to truly anger me mine, for then I'd have to discipline you as I feel would be appropriate to whatever you'd done and neither of us would like that to happen I assure you sweet.
"Now please sit and let us enjoy the feast the cooks have labored so hard to prepare for you and I to enjoy."
 
I sit by him and start to put food on my plate.

It cuts me to disappoint him and displease him.

The food I craved is before me and my appitite has vanished.
Smiling shakily at him, I bring a forkful to my mouth and nearly gag, willing myself to swallow. The warning he gave me is sinking in as well. I remember too well the discipline of Lina.

I try another bite and do gag. How can you be so terribly enamored of a man and so scared?

I don't want to displease him. I'm sorry I did. But I don't think I'm sorry enough to let Lina touch me.

And will I forever wander about, cringing and crying when I think I have displeased him? And I'm falling in love with my captor and I don't know what to do with that knowledge.

I stop trying to eat and fold my hands tightly in my lap. I think I'm going crazy with all these conflicting emotions.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

'I think the basic lesson has been learned. Now it's time to let her see that no grudges are held and she can still please and pleasure me as before,' I think before saying, "My bride, I would like you to do come to me. Kneel and open my robe and use your sweet mouth to pleasure me and perhaps that will help your appetite as well as please and pleasure me."
 
As Bernadette

His request leaves me no doubt that to please him, after displeasing him I must do this. I feel strange though. I don't know if it's all the confusion, my new feelings, the inability to risk more displeasure or what.

I rise and move to his chair and kneel before him, looking up at him while I open his robe. He shifts on his chair and smiles down at me, his eyes dark and glowing in the light of the candles. He looks beautiful there with a smile and I feel a tear roll down my cheek.

I take him in my hands, cold with nervousness and bend my head to gather him in my mouth. Sucking him easily, slowly, tonguing the head of his penis. He grows in my mouth, making my lips spread wider, it's harder to suck he's so big. I begin to move up and down on his cock. Using more suction and motion and my hands to where I can't reach with my mouth.

It seems I suck him forever, my head moving faster and faster, my lips stretched tight around his shaft, he's pushing back against the back of my throat and I gag, and gag again. Fighting to maintain the suction and motion.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

"mmmmmmm, most delightful. Lick my cock like a lollipop my lil one and nuzzle and lick my balls too as your delicate hand strokes my hardness at the same time.
"Use your other hand on your breasts and nipples, your hard clit and wet pussy as you do."
 
Lina

From behind the door to the kitchen, Lina watched them, eating the food she had labored to prepare. For her Master, she would slave over the most menial task, but for this new whore, Lina felt nothing but hate, born for the depths of her twisted soul.

Her mouth began to water as she watched the bitch take the Master into her mouth. That should be her, pleasing Him with her talented tongue. As she watched Bernadette, a plan began to form. Her sensuous lips curved into a sinister smile.
 
As Bernadette

I hear my husband, and it starts. His words incite my body.

My mouth leaves his cock to lick up and down his hardness. A hand goes to my breast where I tease a nipple to hardness.
Lickng him as a lollipop, exactly, long relishing strokes. Then his balls.. bathing them in my saliva. CLosing my eyes and starting to relish the taste and feeling.

I feel that he's enjoying it.. I push my nose into his balls and enhale and then lick as a hand strokes his shaft.

His balls are so heavy, licking them and sucking onto them, trying to fit him in my mouth, my hand drops to my pussy and strokes my clit in time to my mouth doing him.

MMmm. moaning .. loving the feeling of him. Not doing it to just please him, but pleasing myself as well. My senses are so high, he is so good against my lips.

Licking back up his shaft, to the head of him.. Licking, then sucking and moving back down. Massaging his balls, his shaft. And my clit and tits, pussy. Until I move all together, every movement blending into the next.

Building and building.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

I sat watching my slut as she ministered to me as instructed and truly enjoyed the sight of her on her knees laving my cock and balls as she played with herself at the same time.

I felt her arousal building and getting closer and debated with myself if I could allow her release, enhance it or stop her from being able to release at all.

I also was deciding if I'd in fact let her drink my seed to deepen my hold on her or bend her over the table and once again fill her cunt with it to work toward my goal of her bearing my child.

"Mmmmmm, continue my Bernadette. You're becoming a wonderful little cocksucker for your Master," I said quietly as I stroked her hair and cheeks.
 
I look at him again when he speaks and then close my eyes, loving how he feels against my lips, in my mouth, on my tongue.

I want to taste him, make him spew his seed deep in my throat, and I want him inside me.

I want it all again and just can't take him all at once, I suck and lick and work myself up crazy until I can't think and only FEEL.

His balls are tightening against my mouth, his cock throbs, matching the throbbing I feel in my pussy. I jerk when I touch my clit again, almost there.. faster, then sucking him deep in my mouth.. sucking so hard, furiously stroking him and my clit.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

'One, the first emission, in her mouth to increase the bonding and binding, the rest deep in her cunt.' I decide and know it's close.

I wait, coiled and ready. When the first is in her mouth I'll lift her and impale her cunt on my cock to finish there and to help ensure her bodies acceptance of my seed her orgasm will be hard, deep and last until my cock has softened in her to hold my cum in her cunt.
 
As Bernadette

I suck him so deeply, fast. and move my hand against me as quickly.

When he releases his seed, it shoots to the back of my throat and goes down without me even swallowing so perfectly timed it seems.

I start to spasm in my orgasm then he yanks me up quickly and I'm pushed to the table and he's in me, as far as possible filling me and fucking me, I scream and clutch the table cloth, yanking it in my frenzy.

AHhhhhhh..please. ... More and more, I convulse around him, his cock jerking and spewing into me. His seed seems to burn me, and my pussy contracts and pulls him deeper.

His fingers are clenched, digging into my hips as I hear him yell. My answer is plain, matching him... coming on him, yelling with him, until the room is filled with us.

My face is pressed against the table, on my cheek. He still pumps. How much can he have? And how much can I feel with out passing out?

YESSSS...... like this....... Until I can't take it, and spasm and shake, vaguely aware that he is still in me, my body still quaking with it, but I feel far away...

Then he pulls me up and sits down on the chair, still holding me. I'm limp. So limp, I melt back into him, still feeling contractions, still feeling the flex of him in me. I hear him in my ear. I turn my face and tell him... I tell him...

I love you Igor."

And just where do I go from here?
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

The splendor of my orgasm is a great as it has been each time with my little slut bride and mother to be. It is beyond description as I feel the first surge of seed go into her mouth.

My hands close on her upper arms as I stand. She up and bent over the table in one fluid movement. A second passes as the back of her red silk robe is thrown up onto her back and my hips move so as the second stream of my seed leaves the tip of my cock it's being rammed home into the depths of her rippling, spasming cunt to the very back wall.

My cock moves in short, fast strokes to maximize both of our pleasure as I knead and massage her pleasure center each time I slide into her liquid depths to press and rub on her cervix and the opening to her womb.

Our cries of ecstacy fill the room and echo back upon the new ones we make over and over as we explode as one, my cum filling her to over flowing and her's washing my crotch and balls, my lower belly with her hot spend.

My Bernadette slut moves into that state of euphoria where she just feels. Her mind, her subconscious, like her body, is wide open and ready for what ever it receives.

Still hard, still seeping cum into her depths, I gather her back against me and sit keeping my cock in her as a plug and so it will stay as her climax continues until she milked out every drop and my cock softens in her.

I listen and smile softly at her gentle proclimation of love for me and give her pleasure center a hard squeeze as she finishes it. Hard enough to shake her to her core, but not so hard that she loses consciousness.

"My bride, mother to be of my child. My slut to pleasure and please me any way I wish.
"You live to obey me. You live to please me. You live to give me any pleasure I wish.
"You exist to be owned by me and bear my child."

A pause, "Isn't that right my sweet little slut Bernadette?" and her pleasure center is again squeezed and shaken to the point of near unconsciousness to reinforce what she's just heard and instill it deeply in her subconscious."
 
I nod at his question in a daze of unbelievable ecstasy. I can't speak as the feelings wash over me, through me.

I'd do anything he asks of me, right now.
 
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Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

Seeing Lina standing in the doorway watching us I decide to test that feeling of submission and surrender from Bernadette.

"Lina, on your hands and knees. Crawl to your Master. Use your mouth to clean my bride's juices from my balls and the cum seeping from her depths.
"You will also clean my ass at the same time and keep me clean as more seeps out and on to me.
"Now Lina."

My legs spread wider apart to give her free access so she may accomplish her latest task.
 
Lina

For now, all thoughts regarding her plan were forgotten as Lina hurried to do His bidding. At her Master's command, Lina fell to her knees, the picture of practiced obedience. Her naked hips swayed in slow seduction as she crawled into the dining room. He had spread His legs wide for her, and she rose up on her knees behind him.

"This slave thanks You for the gift of cleansing You, Master."

Her tones belaid her pleasure at being given this task. Bending her head, she lapped at his sweaty sack, breathing in His scent. Her tongue was a silken caress as she lovingly laved his testicles. Lina very nearly swooned, as she tasted the ambrosia of His seed. The pleasure was mitigated only by the taste of the woman's juices that mingled with her Master's cum. The knowledge caused Lina to redouble her efforts, licking and sucking at her Master's nutsack with a talented tongue.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

There's no denying my slut's oral talents. My hips slide forward a bit on my chair so my cheeks are on the edge granting her fuller access and acess to my anus as well.

I watch her between my legs and Bernadette's as a hand fondles Bernadette's nipples and breasts and a fingertip of my other hand circles her still stiff clit, but without touching it, just teasing.
 
Bernadette

Bernadette sits shock still as she watches Lina clean Igor.

Her body is on fire from her husband, his teasing.. Such teasing.
But she fears Lina still.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

I watch both what Lina is doing and what I'm doing with Bernadette at the same time.

"When Lina has made me hard again my bride I will fill and fuck your ass, something we both know you now love as much as you do my cock in your sweet cunt.
"As I fuck your ass Lina will gently lick and suck your cunt at the same time sweet Bernadette. Together we will drive you once more to that place you've come to want so much... the heights of pleasure and passion and then into the depths of total sensual release."
 
Bernadette

I shudder at my lord's words. God, I want him badly.. so badly.

I see him start to harden and I can't help but lick my lips in a wanton display. His fingers so teasing..

Watching Lina perform on my husband, the envy and fear I feel against her are pushed aside as he continues to tease me. His eyes are so dark and glitter in the candlelight.

I stiffle a moan and bite my lip as her mouth dances over his hardness.
 
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Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

Watching Lina as she worships her master's cock adds to my arousal as does playing the Bernadette's tits, nipples and teasing her clit.

A smile as I see her hips begin to move, trying to move her clit so my fingertip will touch it, but it's a touch I deny her. I want her to ache and need, to beg for what's to happen and the teasing arousal will accomplish it as she becomes more and more needy for my touch.

Now the fingertip moves to also circle both of her delightful openings as well as her clit, but neither is ever entered just circled and teased.
 
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Bernadette

More and more I am aroused. He'll make me beg, I know with a certainty. He will make me beg for him to take me. Sometimes his eyes are so warm and sometimes so calculating in his play of power over me.

I've declared my love to him. The man that took every virginity I had. He took me from my home. Chained me, had me humiliated by his minions, teased me, played with me, then MADE me love him.

And all I can do is writhe under his fingers, a willing participant, nay, a begging participant.

"Please Igor." My hips are gyrating and the fluid leaks from my opening to run down my thighs.

"Please fuck me Igor."

I no longer care that Lina is here. The play of her mouth on him is fueling my lust. Moving harder against his hand, I moan louder, and try to get him to come in contact with my burning.

"PLEASE IGOR, I NEED YOU!"
 
Igor Stravinski: The Lord

'That's what I've waited for, her to beg for what she needs like a properly aroused slut in heat,' I think as I smile to myself.

"Lina slut, remove your mouth from my cock and hold it upright so Bernadette may impale her cunt on it. As she fucks me you will use your tongue on her anus and my balls slut. Is that very clear to you?"

"Mmmmm, yes Master. Very clear indeed and thank you Master for allowing your slut this pleasure," Lina says as her hand lifts my saliva slick cock upright and strokes it gently as she watches Bernadette begin to move into position.

"Bernadette, my sweet slut take my cock into your cunt slowly as you clench it as hard and tightly as you can to make it even better for us as you lower yourself and I force your walls open again."


OOC: Welcome back. You've been sorely missed. *sgs
 
Bernadette

Moving with haste, then slowing my eagerness, I move to straddle Igor. The detestable Lina holds him upright as I hover over him, dripping on him with anticipation.

Lowering myself, I clench and tense my muscles as tightly as I am able. With a low moan, I descend slowly, so slowly, feeling every ridge, bump and vein on his cock until I am impaled, speared on him. I don't move, except with my pussy, squeezing him, feeling him grow to an enormous size within me. I feel the pulse of him, the throbbing and nearly fall back with the pleasure that seizes me.

Then I feel a tongue. Oh good GOD. I arch against the exquisite feeling of that tongue and it makes me shudder and buck and Igor is driven deeper in me. With a moan and cry I clutch wildly at his shoulders as my feet slip across the floor pushing me further down on him. Squeezing him with all the strength I can muster, I grip his cock.

I feel her lapping at my anus, then feel her move down my ass to lick Igor.
 
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