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  Interviewer: Do you wish you could have found another way maybe? A way that didn’t hurt so much?

  Renee: That would have been nice….! But seriously, I don’t think sending Stefan an ‘I love You’ card was going to make any difference. I had to seize the one opportunity I had where he wasn’t himself; where he wasn’t in full control of his feelings and his actions. I knew that it was my only way of really getting through to him. In fact, I guess it was all my doing. I mean I deliberately made him angry by defying him. I just had to hope his feelings for me would show through the anger… but I’m glad it happened after just a few lashes of the whip, and not a few hours! My bottom really was sore for days after that session.

  Interviewer: Throughout ‘Her Master’s Kiss’, Renee, you certainly showed on many occasions you have a lot of will and determination. Every time Stefan put an obstacle in your way, and every time you were knocked down, you managed to get back up and maintain your desire. Did that surprise you, looking back on the events in the story?

  Renee: Not at the time. At the time I was so completely immersed in my situation. I really was lost. I felt I had nothing in my life to cling to apart from Stefan and our training sessions. It’s not in my nature to be so strong-willed. I don’t know… I guess I just sensed how terribly important this was. I knew somehow it was all worth fighting for.

  Interviewer: Okay, so here we are a few weeks down the track. How has the relationship between you both changed?

  Renee: Well, I think we’re going fine. I have to say that living with Stefan as his submissive isn’t anywhere near as daunting as I thought it might have been. He’s strict, he’s fair… but he’s also loving in the way he treats me.

  Interviewer: Stefan? Is that true? Are you ‘loving’?

  Stefan: I wouldn’t exactly say that! Let’s just say that I spent a long time being a master, but a lot of that was a self-defense mechanism; I did it to protect myself. I know that now. So in my relationship with Renee, we still have a master-submissive understanding, but I also see that slowly evolving. I would like to think that as time goes on, our relationship may be less about BDSM, and more about simply two people who care about each other.

  Interviewer: And the future? I understand Vivien Sparx has plans to write a sequel to your story. What can you tell everyone about that?

  Renee: We do believe there is a sequel being planned. It’s not something we’ve thought about too much at this stage, but I do believe there is a lot more of our story to come.

  Interviewer: And the title of the next story? Has anything been said about that?

  Stefan: Look, Vivien Sparx has a reputation for writing great stories with a lot of imagination. But while she might be good with words and descriptions, she’s not highly imaginative when it comes to her story titles. If I had to guess, I’d say the next story will be called ‘Her Master’s Kiss 2’

  Interviewer: Well I know there will be plenty of readers looking forward to following your life together. Thanks for your time, and good luck in the sequel.

  “Her Master’s Kiss 2”

  Vivien Sparx

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  If you cannot stop her in mid stride with but a single glance…

  If you cannot take her breath away with but a single word…

  If you cannot drop her to her knees with but a single gesture…

  If you cannot make her body quiver with but a single touch…

  Then all the toys and tools in the world will do you no good.

  Find her mind, grasp her heart and her body and soul will surrender.

  -‘shimmer’

  One.

  “Why are you punishing me like this?” Renee asked in a small, sweet voice.

  Stefan smiled warmly. “It’s not punishment. It’s torture.”

  Stefan placed two squares of rich, dark chocolate between Renee’s teeth and then glanced down to admire the slim curves of her body.

  She was tied to the bed, her wrists and ankles fastened with silk scarves to the bedposts. Apart from a pair of white lace panties she was completely naked.

  Stefan slid off the bed. He lit incense, and brought the glass of ice cubes and a candle into the room. He lit the candle and its warm flickering light cast a golden glow over Renee’s body, highlighting the rise of her breasts and casting the flat hollow of her abdomen in darker shadow.

  “There is a difference between punishment and torture,” Stefan explained quietly. “Whips and beatings are not torture. They are merely a means to an end in some circumstances. Torture,” Stefan continued in a whisper, “is denial.”

  He saw the confused expression on Renee’s face and he sat down on the bed beside her. Absently one of his hands rested lightly on the rising swell of her breasts. “Torture is denial,” he said again. “It is denying yourself that which you wish for most. Understand?”

  Renee shook her head.

  “If I whip you, and command that you must not cry out – then resisting the urge to cry out is the torture. The whip is the means to the end. If I make love to you and deny you an orgasm, then denying yourself the release you crave becomes torturous. Making love to you is the method.”

  Renee furrowed her brow in concentration and thought about Stefan’s explanation. Slowly she nodded and he saw the understanding in her eyes.

  “Some Masters will whip their slaves in order to challenge them. Personally, I find that kind of brutality barbaric. But that doesn’t mean the lesson of denial should not be taught, Renee. I simply have a better method.”

  The chocolate between her lips was warm and starting to soften. Her teeth sank into it and she felt her mouth fill with saliva. She hadn’t had chocolate since moving in with Stefan. Now it was in her mouth… and she couldn’t eat it!

  “Now you understand,” Stefan smiled. “I want you to keep the chocolate in your mouth, Renee, but under no circumstance are you permitted to eat it.”

  Renee nodded sadly. She could feel a thickness in her throat. Her tongue brushed the underside of the chocolate and the taste in her mouth was divine.

  Stefan picked up the candle and let it hover uncertainly above Renee’s body, moving it over her breasts, and then slowly down her abdomen. Renee’s breath came in halting pants as she tried to anticipate the burn of the wax without opening her mouth any wider and swallowing the chocolate.

  Stefan smiled. “No need to fear,” he said. “It will burn a little, but it won’t be painful. The ice on the other hand….”

  Renee’s eyes widened.

  “This is my way of teaching you, Renee,” Stefan explained. “Tonight I want you to understand the importance of denial. You must learn to control yourself at all times. You must develop the will to deny yourself that which you crave for most – whether it be to speak your mind without first obtaining my permission, whether it be orgasming without first asking for my consent… or any number of other challenges that will arise for you on a daily basis. Even eating chocolate. The ice and the melting wax are my way of teaching you this.”

  Stefan held the candle several inches above Renee’s naked breasts. Her eyes widened a little.

  Finally Stefan let a drip of wax fall near her left nipple.

  Renee groaned. The heat was like an ant bite; a small sting followed by a lingering ache. Stefan watched the wax harden and the skin around the mark began to redden.

  Quickly Stefan upended the candle again, dribbling a trail of hot melting wax down Renee’s torso, all the way to the waistband of her panties. Renee sucked in a series of sharp breaths and felt tears welling in her eyes. She flinched at each new burn, writhing aga
inst the restraints, moving her body in a way that was not just a reaction against the sting of the wax, but also an unexpected erotic response. The drops of wax seared her like the sizzling touch of a lover’s fingers; too hot to ignore – heating her whole body.

  “Am I hurting you?” Stefan asked gently.

  Renee shook her head. Now the sting of the wax had subsided, the warm lingering ache began to radiate. Renee could feel the muscles low in her abdomen beginning to clench with the slow pulse of rising arousal.

  “Show me the chocolate.”

  Renee pouted her lips to show Stefan the chocolate that was beginning to melt in her mouth. The taste on her tongue was a constant tease.

  “Very good,” Stefan said. He lifted a piece of hardened wax off Renee’s breast and studied the angry red mark it had left. There was a cube of ice in his free hand. It was melting. Stefan held the ice over the reddened skin and let the cold-water drip from his fingers.

  The contrast between fire and ice was extreme. Renee flinched again and stifled a squeal.

  Holding the ice, Stefan gently drizzled a wet trail over Renee’s burning body, peeling away the spatters of wax as he went, and soothing her skin as if the ice were ointment. Renee’s abdomen and hips began to slowly undulate as Stefan’s gentle touch slid lower and lower and became increasingly sensual.

  When he arrived at the lace of her panties he reached down and cupped her sex with his hand, feeling the dampness of molten heat that was pooling between her legs.

  “You are aroused,” he said.

  Renee’s expression was silently pleading. Her breathing sounded as a series of ragged little pants. She felt herself squirming against the pressure of Stefan’s strong insistent fingers as they kneaded and caressed her through the thin silky fabric.

  “Would you like me to do something about that?” he asked softly. “Would you like that, Renee?”

  She nodded.

  Gently Stefan leaned forward and plucked the melting chocolate from between Renee’s lips. “You did well,” he said holding up the squares up and inspecting the small teeth marks. “Are you starting to understand the importance of denying yourself that which you desire most?”

  “Yes,” Renee said softly. The taste of the chocolate was still on her lips and she licked them.

  “Good,” Stefan said. “Because denying yourself as a submissive sends a very significant message to your Master. It tells him that his needs are more important. It is a powerful way of showing your Master that you serve him – your denial is a symbol of your obedience.”

  “I understand,” Renee said softly.

  While Stefan spoke his hand between her legs continued to absently knead and tease, and Renee’s attention quickly turned to the desire slowly uncoiling low and heavy in her abdomen.

  Then Stefan popped the squares of chocolate into his own mouth and ate them slowly. He offered his fingers to Renee.

  Renee sucked Stefan’s fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue hungrily and tasting the smeared chocolate. And then quickly her actions became more enthusiastic and wanton – as she did her best to intimate to her Master a much greater hunger than just a craving for chocolate.

  As she sucked Stefan’s fingers, so his other hand began to press more urgently through the damp fabric of her panties, encouraging Renee to re-double her efforts. Her tongue danced and fluttered over his fingers and her lips pulled him deeper into her mouth.

  Then Renee felt one of the fingers on Stefan’s other hand slide beneath her panties and press suddenly against the smooth soft pouting skin at her center.

  She groaned and screwed her eyes tightly shut. Stefan’s finger sank into her, and she felt the muscles in her legs tense and stiffen. Lying perfectly still – clenched and on the edge – Renee concentrated on the sensations that sparked like electric arcs along the length of her spine and flashed behind her eyes.

  He was teasing her; she knew that. His finger was thick inside the molten heat of her and she wanted so much more, and yet she knew to ask was to admit the power he held over her. So she clenched her teeth and fisted her hands against the restraints as Stefan’s finger teased her with exquisite skill; taking her to the brink and then backing away again and again.

  “Denial takes determination,” Stefan said.

  Renee moaned softly and then suddenly arched her back off the bed as she felt a second finger ease inside her. She bit down on her lip to stop herself from crying out as her body clenched greedily. She felt herself grip and release as the heat at her core began to reach meltdown.

  Stefan sensed it too. His eyes were locked on Renee’s face, carefully watching her expression and gauging her reaction to his every touch. He knew he had her on the brink of an orgasm.

  So he stopped.

  The sudden feeling of emptiness was a shock to Renee and her eyes flew open in confusion. She gave a breathless, desolate groan.

  He couldn’t be serious! He couldn’t leave her like this – not so close.

  Not so desperately close!

  “You are not permitted to orgasm,” Stefan said. “I am sorry, but you have not done enough to earn such a reward.”

  Renee looked devastated. “Not done enough?” she pleaded. “What… what more can I do?”

  Stefan’s eyes were dark. “Deny yourself,” he insisted. “Without complaint or question. You must reach the point where you instinctively accept my decisions…and only then will you have earned the right to orgasm.”

  Renee looked suddenly stricken. “How… how long will that take?” she asked softly. “How can I show you that I’ve already learned…?”

  Stefan gave a tiny smile. “I don’t know when you will be ready,” he said. “But I will know. I’ll know it by the way you act and by the way you accept all that I expect of you. It might take days… or maybe weeks of this kind of training before I am convinced you are deserving of release.”

  Renee shook her head in crushed disbelief. “You’re not being fair!” she said, the words out of her mouth before she had time to realize her mistake.

  Stefan’s eyes turned flinty in an instant. He stared at her and his expression hardened to stone. “Fair?” he repeated softly, saying the word as though it was unfamiliar to him. “What does fair have to do with anything?”

  Renee swallowed hard. There was a dangerous glint in Stefan’s eyes – a menace that she instantly regretted provoking. She looked up at him bleakly. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t…”

  Stefan shook his head. “No,” he said. He made a cutting motion with his hand and Renee lapsed into silence. “You’ve said enough.” He reached down to one of Renee’s ankles and untied the restraint. Then he leaned across her body and untied the other. His face was grim. Now her legs were freed, he reached for the fabric of Renee’s panties and tugged them roughly off her.

  He stared at her – really stared – and there was a look on his face that she had never seen before. His eyes smoldered dark with the angry intensity of a slow-burning fire.

  “You think you have learned denial?” Stefan asked. “You think you know what it is to be able to deny yourself that which you crave most?” He shook his head. “You think you have the willpower to reject what your body desires?” He was staring down at her and Renee didn’t know what do. She wanted to cringe away from his anger, but she was still bound by her wrists. She wanted to apologize, but she knew it was much too late for that. Instinctively she started to draw her knees up to cover herself, but Stefan held her thigh and pushed her legs roughly apart again.

  “You know nothing,” Stefan said. “You know nothing about willpower. And I’ll prove it to you.” He put his hands between Renee’s thighs and spread her legs wide.

  “Deny yourself,” he warned her. “If you cannot – if you orgasm – you will be punished in a way I know will cause you the most pain.”

  Renee closed her eyes and turned her head aside. She felt sick. Stefan’s anger was like a slap across her face. She felt guilty. She had brought this up
on herself for challenging him, and whilst Renee feared the threat of Stefan’s punishment, an even greater fear was to be denied his approval.

  He eased her legs wide open and Renee felt brutally vulnerable and exposed as Stefan’s warm breath suddenly fluttered against her thighs. A delicious unbidden shiver ran through her. Then she felt the touch of his lips against the soft skin close to her center – and although his kisses were hungry and possessive, Renee felt herself melting and tensing at the same time.

  She went wet in a rush. Her head rolled from side to side against the pillows. Her thighs flexed convulsively as Stefan’s lips and tongue drew remorselessly closer, circling the swollen burning core of her and stroking her towards delirium.

  His breath left her tingling – and then he took a long ravenous taste of her with the full width of his tongue.

  A mewing cry escaped Renee’s parted lips. She bit down as her breath hitched in her throat, and with a stifled gasp she arched her back off the bed.

  Then Stefan pushed his tongue deep inside her.

  A jolt went through Renee’s body. The feel of his hard wet tongue devouring and savoring her was a sharp, sweet agony; a shock that hazed her mind and left her whimpering.

  It was an overwhelming wicked delight, and Renee was powerless to fight him. Her head was spinning. She flexed her hands, desperate to cling to something, anything to keep her from crying out and begging for release.