A Little Game We Play

With sweating palms, Odile Kaith rang the buzzer that hung by the gate to a large, palatial manor. It was a large brickwork affair with extensive grounds and a pretty fountain in the front. It had stood for nearly three hundred years and was considered a historical site.
This manor didn’t belong to just anyone, but to her ‘on again, off again’ lover Phatis. He was a Sage, a person of Adept rank without the affiliation of the Adept Organization. He had been living in this smallish village of Tourlin for at least two hundred years. Odile had known him for about a hundred of those years, coming and going as her duties with the Adepts allowed.
It had been a long time since she stood before those gates. When a voice she did not recognize came over the intercom with a cheerful “Yes, who is it?” Odile almost ran, so nervous that she was gripping the grip of her blade like she was expecting to be attacked any minute.
“Hello, my name is Odile Kaith; I’m here to speak with Phatis Bortes.”
“One moment,” came the reply.
Odile was left to stew, pacing by the gate. She was not here because she was given leave by the High Adept, Lady Jerlin Mares Casid, but because she was sent with a message for Phatis. It had been nearly two years since Jerlin allowed her to have leave to visit.
“Ms. Kaith?” came the now subdued voice from earlier, “Please come around to the back. Sage Bortes has agreed to see you with a few conditions. I will tell you more once you are inside”
Odile shivered, fearing but yearning to know those conditions, but walked into the complex as the gates swung open. She made her way to the backside of the house where a rather matronly, older looking woman stood at the glass doors into the house, her gray hair swept into a prim bun. Surprise and disbelief rolled off of her. “Oh, you are Sage, Ms. Kaith?”
“Yes, Adept actually. And you are?”
“I’m Mr. Bortes’s new housekeeper Iltia. Haina retired about a month ago.”
“Well, then pleased to meet you.” Odile said, bowing in the way the Xianish do when meeting a new person.
“Indeed, please come in.”
Iltia lead her through the formal dining room into a small breakfast nook overlooking a garden left to run wild and untamed. Iltia had her sit and poured her some tea. She was very nervous, not that Odile could blame her. She was sitting here, apparently calmly sipping tea when somewhere in that house, Phatis was waiting for her. She started “Obviously, whatever these conditions are, they have disturbed you greatly, Iltia.”
The woman shook her head, “That is right, and I hope that you will not be offended when I relay his message.”
Odile smiled, “I have known Phatis for a long time, longer than you have been alive. I’m certain that I will not be offended.”
Iltia seemed to steel herself and said “Sage Bortes said that he would only see you, and this is an exact quote, ‘If my Mau is bound, naked, and ready like the nympho she knows she is’. He was very insistent on that exact wording.”
At her words, Odile closed her eyes and set the tea cup down as she felt her insides melt and yearning take root in her body. “And that is all?”
“Adept Kaith, isn’t that enough?” Iltia asked, shock in her voice, “It is borderline rude, what he said.”
“Its fine, Iltia. It’s a game we’ve played for the last couple of decades. I would be more surprise if he hadn’t. I take it that he has sent me something to wear?”
“Yes, Adept Kaith, I shall go fetch it.”
Iltia left and returned within a few moments, holding a small case. Odile took the case and opened it, revealing a series of straps that must be a body harness, a pair of detachable locking wrist cuffs with metal studs and rings, a matching collar and leash, and a pair of ankle boots with two rings sewn into either side of each boot at the ankle. A trill of excitement ran through her and she had to keep herself from memories of days long past.
“Will you need any help, Ms. Kaith?”
“Maybe with some of the buckles,” she admitted.
She removed her clothing and folded it neatly, putting her blade on the top of the pile. Iltia looked away pointedly, helping Odile get into the harness without looking at her. She laced the ankle boots up and picked up the cuffs and collar. She knew the instance she put the first cuff on that the metal alloy of moi and ikitai used was a rare one, made only on the planet of Xian, which drains the magic of a mage and seals the kai of a fighter. By the time she put the collar on, she had been mostly drained of her magic and her kai sealed away. That left her feeling more vulnerable than the lack of clothing did. The locks clicked shut the moment she finished buckling the cuffs, and she could tell that they would only release with Phatis’s touch.
At this point, Iltia used another lock to attach the rings on her cuffs to each other, binding her arms behind her. Still not looking at Odile, she attached the leash to her collar and started to lead her through the pristine house.
Odile‘s mind was racing, memories of similar experiences flashing through her head as she was lead like a dog to Phatis. Her body ached for his touch and she felt as if her arousal was running down her legs, even though she knew that it wasn’t.
She was lead up to the third floor, where his private study and quarters were. Iltia knocked on the door and the firm, smooth voice of her lover called out “Yes?”
“Sage Bortes, Adept Kaith has agreed to your conditions. May I bring her in to you?”
“Yes, please.”
Iltia opened the door and lead her in. Odile kept her eyes firmly on the floor, but she could see that the sitting room within had not changed since she was last in it. While it may look like a normal room, Odile knew personally all the alternative uses the contents of this room could be used for. She was lead to the back, to a writing desk where Phatis sat. Instantly, she knelt and kissed both of his feet while murmuring softly “Master”
“Thank you Iltia,” he said, taking the leash from her, “that will be all for now.”
Iltia curtsied and walked out, softly closing the door behind her. Phatis turned back to his desk, writing something on it. It was all Odile could do to remain still and not draw attention to herself.
After about five minutes, Phatis turned in the chair, leash in hand. “So, my little slave, my little ‘Nothing’, has returned to me. How long has it been, slave?”
“One year, ten months, and fifteen days, Master” Odile responded softly, shivering in anticipation.
Phatis stroked her hair gently. “All this time...” He stood up and began to pace. “God, Mau, why do you keep doing this?”
Confused, she only replied “Master?”
He suddenly stopped pacing and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. She cried out, arched her back, and found herself looking straight into his eyes. Quickly, she looked away. Even in that half second look, she could see the slight changes. His pale blonde hair was longer, the Adept locks barely visible, and he had circles under his eyes. His physique hadn’t changed though, his shoulders were still broad and the strength had not left him.
“Why did you continue leave me, Mau? Hand in your resignation to Jerlin and come live with me. I don’t want to share you with them.”
“Phatis…”
He yanked her hair again, harder, causing tears to well in her eyes. “Five strokes! When we are like this, you call me Master, remember? Those are the rules we agreed to!”
She writhed in blissful agony and replied, “Yes Master, I’m sorry Master.”
He walked over to the couch in the room, dragging her with him, and unhooked the end of her leash to an end table. He removed his clothing and sat on the couch. “Over here, slave. You know what you need to do.”
He was already hard with desire and she took him in her mouth, sucking and licking the flesh. Phatis groaned appreciatively and said casually “Regardless, you’re here now. I hope that precious High Adept of yours isn’t expecting you back anytime soon.”
Odile paused in her ministrations and shook her head. Switching to a licking method instead, she asked softly, “Master?”
“What is it slave?”
“The High Adept isn’t expecting me back soon, but she did ask me to contact her in the morning, Master.”
He snorted, “I guess I can’t mark you too much then. Oh well, go and fetch a paddle. They are still in the same place.”
“Yes, Master” she replied as he unhooked the leash from her collar. She crawled on her knees to the cabinet in the room. Undoing the latch with her teeth, she opened the cabinet and automatically took the heaviest, most painful paddle. She crawled back to where Phatis sat, a plug in hand. He took the paddle from her and said “Turn around and bend over.”
She complied, face burning as she stuck her rear in the air. His cold fingers probed her and he only commented “Drenching wet as always I see.” There was a moment pause, and then his fingers touched her again, only this time his fingers were slick with some kind of lubrication. Quickly, his fingers entered her anus, wiggling as he pushed in.
Odile cried out, nearly coming right on the spot. Her body trembled as he continued to finger her. He stopped, just before she came, and she panted and wept.
But her frustration was short lived as she felt the tip of the plug slowing pushing into her. It was too much, after the two years of celibacy and the last few moments of arousal, and she came, gasping and shaking as Phatis wiggled the plug in. “That’s an extra five strokes,” he said calmly, “for coming without my permission. Over the table, slave”
Odile scrambled to obey, positioning herself over a side table that was just the right height. Phatis languidly came over, attaching the rings in her boots to hooks on the table legs and releasing the lock between her cuffs long enough to attach the cuffs to hooks on the other side of the table.
Once satisfied with her positioning, he hefted the paddle and said “Now, I hope after this there will be no other mistakes for me to correct, yes? I‘d hate to have to correct my slave in the future,”
“Yes, Master,” she replied, trying to not squirm, “Thank you for your correction, Master”
“Don’t forget to count the strokes,” Phatis warned.
“Yes, Master”
He didn’t reply, instead bringing the paddle down on her butt hard. Odile gasped at the stinging sensation and the movement of the plug in her and nearly forgot to say “One”
“There’s my good slave,” Phatis practically purred, bringing the paddle down again.
“Two!” She gasped.
“You have been good, right? No one else is allow to touch you”
Another stroke, and Odile moaned “Three. No else has touched me, Master.”
CRACK! “I don’t believe you, slave! A nympho like you? You probably played with yourself every night!”
“No Master, please!” she cried out, wiggling her hips and counting the fourth stroke.
He ran a finger down her exposed and swollen nether lips and then continued with the wicked paddle, causing Odile to sob “Five” into the table.
“Maybe I should add extra strokes to your punishment, just in case!”
“Master, please,” Odile cried, “I have not played with myself the entire time I was away! Ngh! Six!”
“We’ll see if you are telling the truth soon enough!” he replied, swinging down yet again, Odile arcing her back, screaming seven. “At least you can still count your strokes. I’d hate for you to have to relearn that.”
Another stroke and Odile would have sworn that her rear had been stripped of skin. The word ‘eight’ almost caught in her throat.
And then quickly, one right after the other, Phatis dealt strokes nine and ten, Odile counting them in tears.
Phatis put the paddle to the side, and grabbing her hips, thrust himself all the way into her. Odile gasped loudly, clenching down on him. “Oh yes,” Phatis groaned, “Just as tight as always. You have been a good slave.”
He began to move, firmly, ignoring the welts on Odile. She cried out and pulled against her restraints as he ground against her newly aroused body. Phatis leaned over her and bit her fiercely on the neck and growled “Who is your Master?”
“Ngh! You are, Master”
“And you’ll always obey me when you are my slave?”
“Yes Master!” Odile replied, screaming and trying to not come for a second time.
“Does my good little slave want to come?”
“Yes, please Master.”
“Beg for it.”
Odile cried out “Please, Master, let this slave come!”
“Good slave,” Phatis responded “You have my permission to come now.”
“Thank you, Master,” she cried out. Phatis thrust himself into her even harder, and with a gasp and a wail, Odile came, cuffs digging into her wrists as she strained in her ecstasy. He kept her there, at that point of mindlessness for what seemed forever, until he too came with a shudder.
They both remained motionless, Odile propped over the table and Phatis standing behind her , breathing heavily. Phatis recovered first, kissing Odile on the spot he had bitten down on and pulling himself out of her. He unhooked her cuffs and boots from the table. Odile tried to move, but found that her limbs wouldn’t work. “Shh, don’t move, dear one,” Phatis said softly, bundling her in his arms, “It’s okay”
He set her on a cot in an alcove and removed all of the gear from her, save the collar and leash, which he attached to a nearby hook. “Mau? Are you okay?”
“Yes, Master
“Rest if you need to,” he said, “We can talk later.”
“Okay,” Odile replied drowsily, “I love you, Master…”
“I love you too,” he responded as he drew a blanket over her.