Paint Me a Picture

8.

I awoke in the burgundy room again. I sat up only to find my hands bound by rope behind my back and ankles tied to the bed frame. My face, butt, and inner thighs ached; beginning to bruise. I recalled my beating and humiliation with Tristan. Although I felt numb, thinking about the torture caused me to become wet again. I shivered, remembering everything that had happened and, as became common, wondered what span of time had passed since then. I felt groggy and my head ached, making me think I had slept far too long. I guesstimated I had slept at least 12 hours straight as I realized how dry my throat felt. I suddenly craved water and fell back into a lull of sleep, lucid dreaming about a large glass of it, pooling with condensation. My dreaming self grabbed the glass and eagerly gulped it down, only to realize it didn't satisfy my thirst. I continued to feel thirsty. Suddenly enraged, I began drinking more amounts of water which had suddenly appeared around me. I gorged myself on every glass near me and continued to feel unsatisfied, still thirsting for more. I screamed in frustration and fell to the ground. I awoke.

I was covered in beads of sweat. I heaved forward in desperation, realizing I was still tied to the bed, and cried out, "Water!"

Suddenly, I heard the door handle jiggle. I lied back down, expecting an angry Tristan to be walking through; instead appeared Red Gem, who held a tray with a large goblet of water, dripping with condensation as if straight from my dream.

"For you, Miss Amber." She said sweetly, extending the tray towards me.

I sat up, grabbed it swiftly and began gulping it down. When it was empty, I put it back on Red Gem's tray and asked her, "Can I have more?"

She giggled, amused at my request, and said, "I'm afraid I can't. Master Tristan has only allowed you a glass of water every 4 hours."

"But I've been asleep for at least 12 hours! I need more!" I shouted, upset.

"I'm sorry, Miss Amber. I must do as I'm told." She said with a sweet smile, and began walking towards the door.

"Wait, don't go! Please stay!" I said in desperation, but she was gone as soon as I finished my sentence.

I sighed in defeat and lied back down, smacking my lips from thirst.

Again I fell into a light dreaming state, this time I was swimming naked in the pool Tristan had showed me earlier. I did backstrokes from one end to the other, dove underwater and sprung back up, water glistening off my breasts. I felt free and rejuvenated. As I swam, I was suddenly, yet gently, grabbed by my waist. In a brief panic I splashed violently and turned to see Tristan holding my hips from the front. When I realized it was him I smiled, and calmed myself. He smiled back. I awoke again.

Tristan was standing at the foot of the bed, staring down at me, with an emotionless expression. I gasped lightly, my heart beating faster, and tensed up, the ropes binding my arms seeming ever tighter.

"Good evening, Amber. How did you sleep?" he asked gently.

"Too long, Master." I said truthfully, remembering my ravenous thirst.

"Well don't worry about that, I made sure you slept longer than normal so that your body could recover longer. You'll need every ounce of strength tonight." He smirked.

I looked at him, worried. I thought of the other night and couldn't imagine going through it again.

"I'm thirsty, Master. I need water."

"But you were just given some, no?" he said, his arms extended, holding the two posts of the bed.

"Yes, Master. But I'm still thirsty. I've never felt this thirsty before!" I said, almost desperately.

He walked around to the right side of the bed and bent down so that our eyes were level. He seized my chin with thumb and index finger.

"Are you ready to behave?" he asked, his green eyes penetrating mine. "If you behave like expected than I'll consider letting you have another glass of water."

My breath was shaky but managed to whisper, "Yes, Master", mesmerized by his eye color. He tilted my chin upward and said, "Good girl." He then let go and stood up, unfastening his pants.

I became nervous, my heart beating faster again. He pulled out his hard member and put it to my lips.

"Open your mouth." He commanded.

I opened and let him enter deeply. I gagged slightly, my eyes wincing, but continued.

"Look at up at me. I want to see those beautiful eyes while you suck my dick." He said, seizing my chin again and forcefully tilting it upwards. He groaned and I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment knowing he approved.

He grabbed the back of my head, positioning it downward so that I could no longer perform the correct motions and began thrusting himself deep into my throat.

I gagged, my throat never having to widen that far before. I made a noise of protest and started to move my head upward but he pushed me back down as I continued to gag. Drool starting dripping from my bottom lip, I wanted so badly to wipe it away but my hands were still tied behind me. I couldn't stand it any longer, thinking I would surely vomit, when he shoved his cock down my throat one last forceful time, and pulled out. I gasped for air, tears streaming down my flushed, red face.

"Good girl. That was your first time deep throating wasn't it?" he teased, grabbing my chin and having me look at him again. I nodded my head, still breathing heavily, my tears drying. He smiled and smacked the left side of my face firmly. I felt wet again.

"Sit up." He commanded, gently pushing my head forward.

He took off his pants and grabbed something from his pocket. I only had to hear a snapping sound to realize he had pulled out a pocket knife. I worriedly glanced over, watching him step towards me with the sharp blade. He grabbed my bound hands and furrowed the blade under the rope, the cold metal grazing my wrist. I whimpered, scared he was going to cut me.

"Shhhhh." He comforted, beginning a sawing motion and then forcing the knife through the rope, slicing it easily.

I sighed and took my hands into my lap, massaging the stinging rope marks on my wrists. Tristan snapped the blade back into itself, tossed it away, and took hold of my wrists.

"Don't erase those beautiful marks I've given you, Amber. They're a gift," He lightly traced them and then let go.

"Now open your mouth again," He said, his cock in front of my lips, "Today I'm going to begin training you on deep throating."

I opened and he entered slowly, gradually thrusting deeper. I started to gag.

"Open your throat, Amber and breathe through your nose." He said firmly. Only then did I realize that my throat was tensed up, causing my gag reflex to take hold. I pictured my throat widening like when I chugged the water only moments before. This allowed him to go even deeper. I began gagging again.

"Breathe through your nose," He said. I shakily did so, trying to coordinate my breath accordingly, "Good girl." He moaned.

He grabbed the back of my head again and guided himself deeper into my throat so that he was merely using my mouth as makeshift hole. I moaned in pain, my jaw hurting from remaining open for so long. Salvia continued to drip from my bottom lip and down my neck. He gave one last thrust and held his dick down my throat for what felt like minutes on end and then pulled out. I gasped in relief, closing my mouth and working my jaw to ease the pain.

"Grab my cock with both hands." He commanded. I did so and sucked simultaneously. A groan escaped his lips and as I continued he came inside my mouth. I didn't expect it and the cum spilled out of my mouth and onto the bed sheets.

I stared up at him in fear, worried he might strike me for such laziness. Instead he lowered my head towards the mess and said, "Clean it up, my pet."

I closed my eyes and grazed my tongue over the liquid, lapping it up as directed. It was still lukewarm, and I shivered as I swallowed it, disgusted.

"Look at me," he ordered. I did as commanded. He stared down at me and firmly slapped my right cheek, "You were a good girl just now. Do you know what happens with good girls?

I shook my head no, scared of the unknown.

"Let me show you then," He said lifting my chin, "Sit up."

I pushed myself up, my legs still bound to the bed, and watched as Tristan pulled his pants back on. With his shirt still off, he wiped my face of the excess drool from giving him head and then grabbed my throat. He gently choked me with his left hand and thrust his right hand down to my sex, inserting two fingers. I was soaking wet, with the sheets underneath me soaked as well.

"When you please me, you'll get rewarded." He said continuing to finger me, his eyes looking into mine. He then used his thumb to massage my clit. I moaned, my eyes closing and hips inching forward.

It suddenly dawned on me that I had yet to feel release in my time being here. I was constantly teased and wet, but never reached orgasm; however, I knew my bad behavior was to blame.

Tristan proceeded to pleasure me, his left hand moving from my throat and to my breasts, squeezing them and pinching my nipples. My hips were practically grinding on his fingers now. He let go of my breasts and, instead, lowered his head and sucked on them, his tongue tracing over my areolas. I shivered, the ecstasy of it all washing over me. He fucked me harder with his fingers, using his free hand to play with my clit again. I felt myself on the verge of coming, something I hadn't had in a long time. I moaned loudly, my hips continuing to thrust forward as his hand fucked me even harder.

"Do you want to come, Amber?" he said slightly above a whisper.

"Yes, Master." I whimpered, feeling ready to burst, my head tilted back and my eyes closed.

Suddenly, he stopped. I felt him seize my chin again. I opened my eyes, breathing heavily.

"Not yet." He whispered. He left go of my chin, and stepped away from me, grabbing his shirt, and putting it back on.

I sat there in shock, my mouth agape, as he took the remnants of rope from earlier and used them to tie my hands behind my back again.

"I'm not done with you yet, my pet. You'll get your release soon enough, but not until after you prove you're loyalty." He caressed my cheek with the back of his hand and headed to the door. He pushed the blue button and left the room. I heard a shuffling of footsteps and heard him talking to the women again. They entered the room, one by one, and Tristan was gone.

They approached me, Red gem holding a glass of water. I suddenly realize how thirsty I still was, surprised that Tristan allowed me another glass. She put the cup to my lips and slowly tiled it as I drank it long gulps. When I finished, she set the glass down and all four of them helped untie my legs from the bed.

"Follow us, Miss Amber." Red gem said, gesturing towards the door.

I stood up, my legs feeling weak and my hands still tied behind me, and followed the four women out of the room and into the hallway. They lead me to the large dining room from a few nights before where I gasped in amazement.

The usually empty dining room now sat a dozen or so people, with beautiful pieces of furniture replacing the dining table. Guests sat around drinking from wine glasses and talking loudly. The dining room doors shut behind me and they all stopped talking. I saw Tristan step out from amongst the group and give me a wicked smile.

"Everyone," he proclaimed, "Meet your entertainment for the night."