Swansong. GM Jordan

a small child watching an adult she never took her eyes off China as she applied her make-up with the utmost care.

      “Stockings and then go into my case and bring me the black bag at the bottom,” China instructed. She watched the girl walk across the room; she was ill trained and unsure of herself. China knew she would eventually find herself if her master was good.

      When she returned China stretched out her legs and allowed the girl to slip on the stockings. She ran her fingers up her thighs to straighten them, smoothing them so they looked perfect. She stood and opened her legs so that the novice was face to face with the older submissive’s sex.

      China read in her face that novice longed to kiss her, to taste the sweet folds of her vagina.

      “Open the bag and take out the contents,” China instructed. The girl did as she was told and pulled out a fine bone corset. China turned her back on the girl.

      “Pull it around my torso; then hook it up at the back,” she commanded.

      The novice’s fingers trembled as she carried out the instructions, China could feel her hot breath on the base of her neck.

      “What’s your real name?”

      China turned to look at the girl, she lifted her chin with the tips of her fingers and stared into the young girl’s eyes. “My real name is China, it is the name I was given by my Master and he found it deep inside me, buried by convention.”

      The girl looked confused and turned away; her fingers ran over the fine clothing in China’s case.

      “Why China?” she asked. China ran her fingers through the girls hair and stroked her ear.

      “It is the name that he found inside me when he unlocked my desire and need.”

      Gill stirred in the hotel bed and felt J’s arm under her neck. She snuggled down onto it and kissed his wrist. As he stirred his other hand rested across her hip and his fingers stroked her soft stomach.

      Instantly she was hot and flushed again, parting her legs in the hope that he would move lower. Gently J kissed the back of her head and ran his hand up her body towards her breasts; she rolled onto her back without thinking and pushed her breasts up to meet his fingers. Lazily he ran his fingers around her nipples, rolling them between his finger and thumb before moving from one to the other. Remembering her position Gill stopped herself from stretching out and stroking herself, instead she waited in anticipation as J explored her body at his own pace - every fold and curve was stroked and touched. The heat was rising deep inside her body and she was becoming more aroused than she had ever been in her life.

      Closing her eyes Gill realised that she would do anything he asked of her – there was no turning back, she was totally at his mercy and it felt good, natural.

      “Put your hands up, grip the headboard,” he instructed. “Close your eyes.” Gill did as she was told. The wooden struts felt cold against her hot palms; she felt J leave the bed and wondered what was about to happen to her. Minutes later her wrists were encased with soft leather, she tried to pull away from the headboard but found herself unable to move more than a couple of inches. In confusion she twisted her body. He didn’t need to restrain her because she would do anything he asked but J’s hands gripped her ankles and he looked into her eyes. Gill stopped struggling, melting into his gaze.

      “Open your legs, take a deep breath, and relax,” he instructed – she nodded, biting her lip.

      Watching him intently she could only murmur in pleasure as he started to stroke up her legs with his fingertips, his thumbs making small, tight circles on her skin.

      “You play so hard, act so tough but I can feel the real you… hard as rock when you need to be, yet as brittle as bone china.” J stated it as a fact, and now she knew he could read her like a book.

      “I know what you desire, what you need, but you must do everything I tell you to achieve it. Do you agree?” he asked.

      “Yes, Sir,” Gill hissed. With every inch he was erasing the parts of her that were old, leaving a void filled with desire and confusion.

      Finally his fingers reached her cunt and she struggled to move further down the bed to press harder. He resisted the urge to touch her and instead ran his fingers under her thigh and pressed her anus. It was her first experience of this – it was uncomfortable and a little painful but she didn’t complain. Gill closed her eyes opened herself to him.

      Her eyes snapped open as she felt his lips sucking gently between her legs, his hand drew back the hood of her clitoris and the very tip of his tongue pressed her button. Electricity poured through her body and she bucked uncontrollably, fighting hard not to climax as he started to hum softly. The vibrations tormented and tortured her, Gill pulled down hard in desperation, eager to feel him inside her boiling cunt.

      “Jesus… Nooooooo!” she cried as his finger pushed inside her anus – the climax hit violently and forced the breath from her body.

      “Your name?” he asked coolly, pumping her with a steady rhythm.

      “CHINA. My name is China… MASTER.” Suddenly her legs were shaking uncontrollably and tears poured down her face – despite all the pain and frustration she suddenly felt reborn. J started to drink from her body, his lips hungry for her juices and he expertly curled his tongue to scoop out her nectar. Unable to move China could only ride the waves of climax as they washed over her.

      Finally J stopped, tenderly caressing her face as she breathed heavily, fighting to calm down. When he released her from her bindings all China could do was curl in a ball but he turned her over so that she was almost in his lap and stroked the hair from her face.