The Toymaster's Castle

Chapter Eighteen - Assume your Position

"Remove your clothing and assume your primary punishment position, Toy," he told me.

For a moment, I hesitated. I mean... I was basically standing in a greenhouse at the top of a tower. Anyone could see me.

But my attention was grabbed by a dirty great whack on my bottom. "I hope you're not even thinking of disobeying," he said with a hint of a twinkle in his eye.

And, as he said it, my brain managed to work out that there was nobody else about on this half of the island and, even if there was, they wouldn't be able to see me through the streaming rain.

So I took off my clothes and presented myself to him like a good toy.

And he began to play with me: rubbing and slapping and teasing my bits.

But nothing happened... like... absolutely nothing. I guess that, even though my brain had worked out that nobody could possibly see me, my body still wasn't totally convinced.

However, if the Toymaster was worried by his toy's total lack of response, it didn't show. He even slowed down his rhythm, basically making it clear that I wouldn't be able to resist for long.

Then a particularly savage squall of wind threw an almost solid wall of water at the windows and, in my shock, I must have relaxed and his finger slipped easily inside me.

And from then on, of course, it was all totally hopeless. I was helpless to resist as his finger flowed smoothly in and out of me, gently working away at my most sensitive bits.

And now, of course, I really needed him to get on with it but he just kept on playing with his toy at the same calm, unruffled pace as before. I wanted to scream and shout at him... or beg him to get a move on...

But I'm not that stupid. The best that would've got me would have been a couple of extra nasty slaps... more likely, he would have slowed his pace down even more!

So I just closed my eyes, put my head back and groaned quietly to myself instead.

Another little squall of rain hammered against the windows, distracting me, and, for a moment, I shared a smile with my Toymaster. Then he slipped in a second finger, drawing a deep sigh. He started to thrust them both in and out but the tempo he was setting was still impossibly, unbearably slow. My body needed to respond... to thrust my hips back against him, increasing the depth and the speed.

But I just had to stand there like a good toy and take whatever he chose to give me.

Gradually... gradually... he began to build up his tempo and my world shrank down onto that tiny little focus of building arousal. But a sharp slap on the bottom drew my attention back as I clamped around his fingers. The storm was rising now and, through the driving rain, I could see the spray from the crashing waves being blasted over the top of the cliffs by the screaming wind.

But then the thrust of his fingers took over my world again, driving me higher and higher. Then something....probably a finger from his other hand... started surging against my bottom in an impossible, syncopated rhythm. Now my hips had absolutely no choice and had to respond as they were driven backwards and forwards, obedient to his two sets of irresistible, thrusting fingers.

My neck stretched back and some sort of strange wailing noise was torn from my throat as my climax approached.

But, of course, he was never going to let me have it so easily. For a few seconds, he eased back his tempo, leaving me dangling hopelessly... just to show off how perfectly he owned his toy, I suppose.

I looked across at him in a state of total desperation and, for a second, he just smiled at me. Then, as the storm crashed all around us, my Toymaster built up the pace again as he decided he was, after all, going to grant me the gift of release.