The Guardian

It wasn't long before Kaiya fell asleep in his arms, the warmth of his body against hers a comfort after the long day they both experienced. Hours earlier she wouldn't have even thought about falling asleep anywhere near him. To put herself in such a vunerable spot with someone who hated her so much would have been a terrible idea. But now, even though she was sure he still hated her deep down inside, she knew he wouldn't dare try to do anything to her, he feared her enough not to.

Her sleep was filled with dark, vivid dreams. Visions filled with torture and death, that even she would not believe herself to be capable of. She cried out in her sleep, her body moving restlessly against his, her hair damp with sweat. As much as she tried to wake herself from the dream, she remained asleep, as if something else was controlling her. Finally the dreams subsided and she fell into a deep sleep, her body relaxing once again against his.

She woke several hours later still wrapped in his strong arms. She looked over at his sleeping face, softened in his slumber. Reaching out, she brushed an errant hair from his cheek and just laid there looking at him, waiting for him to wake up. She didn't have the heart at the moment to wake him up, after the fitful sleep she had and the day he had the day before.
 
Despite the pain Kaiya had put into his body, Eric oddly found her warmth and softness snuggled against him to be a very comforting thing. When she started struggling in his arms he didn't wake, not fully. He tightened his grip around her, as though unconsciously trying to comfort the distressed body that felt so good against him.

The way she touched his face, it stirred him to consciousness. Eric instantly pulled away a little, the memory of the pain still so very fresh. He corrected himself right away and blushed.

"Forgive me Mistress. Thank you for the sleep, it was wonderful."
 
She smiled at him as he opened his eyes, but the smile faded as he shied away from her. It wasn't as if she was waking in the arms of a lover, he was her slave and she had tortured him mercilessly the day before. His reaction to her reminded her of that. Sighing, she sat up, the covers falling away from her partially nude body.

"I am glad you slept well my pet," she said, getting out of the bed. "We will attempt to start your training again today. Hopefully things will go better than before."

Reaching down to pick up her soiled dress, she looked at him still on the bed.

"What are you waiting for," she said, moving towards the door. "Come on, you have work to do. I need you to fetch and heat the water for my bath and then you will see to getting breakfast."

Turning on her heel, she opened the door and headed up the stairs, not even waiting to see if he would follow her.
 
"We will attempt to start your training again today. Hopefully things will go better than before."

Eric looked down, the memory of yesterday still very fresh.

"Yes Mistress, it certainly will."

She moved from the bed and beckoned him, reminding him of his duties. He scampered after her, a quick jolt of adrenaline reminding him that he did not want to displease her. A phantom throb from inside his cock reminded him of the tube from last night. He mentally played her words again, and hurried to begin warming the water.

Eric had to go outside, carefully avoiding the leopard which still eyed him with less than friendly intentions, and draw the water from the well. Once he had enough he returned inside and located the tub. The fire was soon burning hot and the water steamed pleasantly. After carefully dumping the water into the tub he looked around. He didn't see Kaiya, but the cabin was small so she would hear him.

"Mistress, your bath is ready."
 
She left him to perform his duties, not even bothering to supervise him. It was a test of his obedience. She busied herself getting her clothes together for day and stripping off the undergarments she still wore from the day before.

She was just slipping into her robe when she heard him call to her. She smiled to herself. So far he had passed her test. It appeared that the torture of the day before had done what it was meant to.

She made her way to the where he waited by the tub, running a hand over his cheek as she passed him.

"You have done well my pet," she said, stopping to drop her robe to the floor. Her naked skin glistened in the sunlight that trickled in through the windows. Testing the temperature of the water with her toe, she stepped into the tub and lowered herself into the warm water.

Picking up the wash cloth that was draped over the tub, she wet it and held it out to him.

"Wash me"
 
Eric felt a swell in his chest when Kaiya praised him. He felt a slight burn of shame deep within himself at how easily she could toy with his emotions, but he suppressed it. She was happy and she wouldn't hurt him, that was what was relevant right now.

When she disrobed and Eric saw her naked for the first time he felt his breath catch. Kaiya was perfectly proportioned for her frame, her breasts looked soft, but also were firm, completely without sag. Her legs were smooth looking and curved, but he could tell there was muscle tone under her skin. She pointed her blue eyes at him and plainly told him to wash her.

"Yes Mistress."

At first Eric was hesitant, he rubbed her skin with the cloth, and felt a burning in his cheeks from his growing arousal. He was no virgin, he shouldn't have been responding this way to her mere nudity, but as he carefully scrubbed the sweat and dirt from her skin, her legs, her taut tummy, her breasts, he became uncontrollably erect as he touched her.
 
She sighed contently as he washed the dirt and grime from the day before from her body. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to relax as his hands moved the cloth over her body. She couldn't help being a little aroused as his hands move the cloth over her firm breasts but the feeling passed as he moved on to other parts of her body.

Opening her eyes, she watched his body as he worked, finding that she quite enjoyed what he looked like nude and not covered in bruises or cuts. She couldn't help but notice that he was becoming aroused, his cock hard, though he seemed to be ignoring it and continuing with his work.

"It looks like you are enjoying yourself my pet," she said, smirking as she allowed him to see her eyes move to his erect cock. "I think my pet needs some training in controlling himself."

Reaching out, she brushed her fingers along his cock before encircling them around it and stroking her hand down his hard shaft.

"I think we should start that training today," she said, moving her hand away from his cock. "What do you think?"
 
When Kaiya became aware of his arousal Eric blushed, for some reason he felt ashamed to be aroused around her. When she touched his erect cock he gasped, then she folded those nimble, strong fingers circled the softly pulsing length and gave him a teasing stroke.

"I think we should start that training today. What do you think?"

His initial thought was that he'd do anything to get her hand around his cock again, but he forced that thought from his mind.

"If you wish to Mistress, you know best."

His hand was traveling towards her groin as he spoke, he'd avoided washing it because he was a little embarrassed about it, but she had instructed him to clean her, and he would be remiss if he neglected that part of her.
 
She smiled at his response. It seemed he was weighing his words carefully, but, his facial expression betrayed his thoughts. She knew he wanted her hand to return to his cock, even if he wouldn't outright ask for it.

She watched his hand as it slowly travelled down her body. It seemed that he was a little embarassed at the thought of washing her everywhere. Taking his hand in hers, she guided it down between her legs, using the cloth in his hand to wash herself. When she was done, she let go of his hand and waved him away from the tub.

"Go prepare breakfast while I dress," she ordered, standing up in the tub and reaching for a towel. "You will bath after you are done."
 
Eric felt some kind of inexplicable relief when Kaiya began helping him to wash her, guiding him through the first time. The feel of her soft folds under his skin did nothing to help him control the erection he was sporting, but she was quite well cleaned by the time they were done. She dismissed him and Eric moved into the kitchen. Looking for breakfast food with a hardon was a new experience for him.

He found some bread and fruit, which he placed on plates on the table, but he remembered that his escape attempt yesterday had interrupted their hunt for meat, and so this morning they were bereft of that. After the fruit, bread, and a bit of cheese were set out he called to her again.

"Breakfast is ready Mistress."
 
Instead of actually getting dressed, Kaiya chose to slip into her robe again, the soft material feeling luxurious against her skin. She combed out her long hair and twisted it into a braid while she waited for him to prepare breakfast.

At the sound of his call, she walked barefoot into the kitchen and took a seat at the table. She was pleased with the food that he had prepared, considering he really didn't have much to work with. She made a mental note to take him into town to replenish her supplies before the week was over.

Picking up a strawberry she bit into it, the juice dripping down through the open part of her robe and onto her bare breast. Laughing softly, she wiped the juice off and held the strawberry out to him, offering him a bite.

"Sit and eat my pet," she ordered as she picked up a piece of cheese. "Then you will bathe before I start your training."
 
Eric couldn't help but follow the drop of strawberry juice that fell from Kaiya's fingers and dropped into her cleavage. A suddenly and powerful mental image of himself licking that up flashed through his mind before he dismissed it. He took a bite of the proffered fruit, then sat as she had bade him.

Kaiya had been vague about his training, he had no idea what exactly it would entail, but she seemed to be in a good mood, and he doubted very much it would be worse than yesterday. After he'd eaten bread and fruit he excused himself and went to bathe. He changed out the water from the tub and refilled it, then climbed already naked into the warm water, sighing softly as any residual tension from his muscles began easing from his body.

Another wash cloth was near by, and Eric began washing himself, slightly annoyed that his cock was still erect and for some reason showed no signs of returning to a dormant state.
 
As soon as he excused himself to prepare his bath, she busied herself with tidying up the kitchen. Since their meal had been rather simple, it didn't take her very long. After she was done, she followed him to the bathroom and stood in the doorway watching him as he bathed.

Crossing the room, she picked up another wash cloth, kneeling down at the side of the tub. Wetting the cloth, she began to wash his back, knowing he wouldn't be able to reach it himself and there was residual blood left there from the day before. Once she finished, she reached around his body and brushed her fingers over his still erect cock. It amused her that he still had not been able to get it under control, despite the time that had passed.

"Stay still," she whispered in his ear, encircling his cock with her hand and begn stroking it. "I don't want to hear a sound from you either and you are not allowed to cum. Your training has begun."
 
Eric was surprised when Kaiya entered the bathing area and began washing his back. He'd been worried, seeing as he couldn't reach most of it himself, but she didn't seem to mind the task, and he relaxed under her touch. Instead of ordering him out when she was done, her fingers again found his cock under the warm water.

"I don't want to hear a sound from you either and you are not allowed to cum. Your training has begun."

Eric whimpered softly before she ordered him to be silent, and he bit his lower lip to keep focused. No climax, no noise, no movement. It was impossible. Her hand was soft, but he knew very well how strong those fingers were, and for some reason the memory of her using them to hurt him didn't enter his mind. His eyes closed as he fought to be still under her gentle, but relentless pace.

It didn't take long before his hips moved, completely beyond his control, and a whimpering moan escaped his throat at the same time. His eyes flew open, horrified that he might have earned another punishment.
 
She leaned her cheek against his wet shoulder as she slid her hand up and down his cock, her fingers expertly toying with him. She knew he wouldn't be able to do as she ordered, but, it was a way of gauging just how much control he had over his own body. When she was done his training, he would have the control she wanted from him.

At the sound of his moan, she removed her hand from his cock and stood up, drying her hand on a towel.

"Get out of the tub," she said, her voice firm, yet not unkind. She looked down at him, her eyes meeting his. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he feared that he would be punished for disobeying her. But, she had other things in mind for him.

"Stand with your legs apart and your hands behind you," she ordered, waiting for him to do as asked.
 
"Get out of the tub."

Eric didn't hear any anger in her voice, or even disappointment. She still might punish him, but she wasn't giving him any hint that she was going to. Eric climbed out of the tub, nervous, but at the moment he wasn't afraid. He had no idea what Kaiya had planned for him, but something about the way she spoke and moved made him think there wouldn't be pain.

"Stand with your legs apart and your hands behind you."

His legs spread, just beyond shoulder width apart, and he folded his arms and the small of his back, hands gripping forearms. He was completely vulnerable again, and his nervousness climbed a notch, but Eric took a deep breath and waited for whatever his Mistress had planned for him.
 
She watched as he climbed out of the tub, the water streaming off his naked body. He moved quickly to get in the position she had ordered him into, a pool of water collecting at his feet.

Walking around him slowly, she admired his naked body from all angles. She could see the strong muscles just beneath the his skin, giving him a strong, yet chiseled look. There didn't seem to be an ounce of fat on his, which pleased her as well. She liked her men to be fit and toned, just as she was.

Standing in front of him, she took her cock in her hand again, her delicate fingers closing around the hard shaft.

"Let's try this again," she said, looking up at him. "You can react to my touch, by moving or sound. But, you are not allowed to cum without permission. Am I understood?"

With these words, she started to stroke his cock again. Starting off slowly and then moving her hand faster.
 
Eric gasped loudly as those soft nimble fingers again touched the tight heated skin of his cock.

"You can react to my touch, by moving or sound. But, you are not allowed to cum without permission. Am I understood?"

"Yes Mistress."

The words had barely slipped from his lips when her hand began to move. Eric's hips moved with her, small motions, but he made no effort to control them this time. He moaned, low and filled with desire. As she sped up his mind moved back, trying to remember the last time he'd had any kind of sexual release. It had been at least two weeks before she'd captured him. He'd been busy helping people or traveling, and hadn't even taken the time to handle it himself.

"Oh, Mistress..."

He kept moaning softly, her speed steadily increasing. Before long the head of his cock was a darker shade of red, his hips were moving faster, his breathing labored, eyes wide as he fought to control the impulse to climax.

"Mistress, oh God, I'm gonna..."

She only shook her head softly, but it was too much. Eric cried out in pleasure, his cock pulsing and dancing between her fingers as his first orgasm in a long time tore through his body.
 
His movement along with her hand and his moans only encouraged her to go faster, her hand sliding smoothly along his cock. She could tell by his breathing that he was getting close, his cock seeming to grow even harder in her hand.

She shook her head at him as he tried to tell her that he was going to cum. She expected him to beg her to let him cum, but, instead he suprised her by cuming anyway, his warm seed spilling over her hand and onto the floor between them.

Frowning, she moved her hand away from his cock and washed it off in the still warm bath water. Walking behind him, she ran her nails down his back before slapping his ass with her hand.

"I told you that you were not allowed to cum boy," her voice was a little more serious than before, but, still not angry like it had been the day before. Sure he had disobeyed her and he would come to regret his actions, but, it wasn't a serious transgression that required true punishment.

Reaching around him, she wrapped her hand around his cock, which she knew now would be sensitive from his release. Once again she started to stroke him, knowing the sensation would border on painful.
 
Eric's eyes flew open, horrified that he'd disobeyed. He instantly began shaking, she would surely punish him now. Instead she walked behind him, her cum covered hand slipping into the water. He looked down, surprised by the volume he'd produced, even after that time he hadn't expected a ton of fluid. His thoughts were interrupted by nails scraping down his back and a forceful smack to his ass that drew a yelp from him.

"I told you that you were not allowed to cum boy."

"I'm sorry Mistress, it had been so long, please, I'm sorry..."

His words were broken off by those strong nimble fingers again gripping his shaft and stroking.

"No, Mistress, sensitive!"

Every time those fingers touched the spongy surface of the head of his cock he yelped and jumped. It was so sensitive, it felt like pain. His head thrashed as she continued.

"I wont do it again, please..."
 
She could feel him shivering under her touch. Her hand moved softly along the shaft of his cock, teasing him and torturing him at the same time. As much as he pleaded with her, she continued to move her delicate fingers against his skin.

"I would think you had learned by now not to disobey me my pet," she whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "You will learn to control yourself after I am done with you."

Biting lightly along his neck, she moved her hand a little faster along his cock, knowing that the sensitivity would eventually turn to pleasure if she continued.

"Since you are so eager for release, you are going to cum again," she said, running her thumb over the end of his cock. "Whether you want to or not."
 
Eric quivered as Kaiya's breath tickled his neck and the lobe of his ear. Her soft hand, a moment ago it was nothing but pleasure and now it was nothing but agony. Such soft skin on his extremely sensitive skin sent bolts from the tip of his cock through his entire body.

"Since you are so eager for release, you are going to cum again."

"Oh God Mistress, please, I've never so close... it had just been so long..."

As much as the sensation was driving him mad, Kaiya was bringing him closer and closer to orgasm again. His eyes closed, his breath became irregular, his balls were pulling up in their sac preparing for another climax.
 
She could tell he was close. His cock was hardening in her hand and his breath was becoming shallow. She continued to stroke his cock, her hot mouth pressing along his neck.

"Beg me to make you cum," she said, her hand slowing its relentless pace so as to keep him from reaching the edge just yet. She was playing with his mind again, making him beg for something that would only bring him more discomfort and perhaps pain, knowing if he refused, the alternative could be worse.
 
Those words, they brought a soft sob from his throat. Her hand was relentless, and his second orgasm began tingling in his loins.

"Please, please Mistress, make me cum."

He hated saying it, his body was quivering, and every time her thumb tormented his head his entire body jerked with sensation. But Kaiya seemed determined, and all he could do was stand here and endure.
 
She smiled as his body quivered beneath her touch. She enjoyed the fact that she had such an effect on his body. At the sound of his begging, she began to once again move her hand faster on his cock. She knew if she continued at this pace his body would give in and he would cum, despite the tenderness of his cock.

"Remember my pet," she said, whispering in his ear, her other hand cupping his balls. "Everytime you disobey me, there are consequences."

Biting along his neck softly, she quickened the pace of her hand even more. She was starting to feel a little sadistic, and relished in the thought of the pleasure and pain his release would bring him.

"Cum now," she ordered, her voice not giving him an option.
 
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