The instant I thought of this, the solution came.
I stepped out of my flats and pulled my dress off, dropping it on the grass. Let's see how he deals with this.
I turned away from the satyr and nymph and walked down a long passage of green. At every step the plug and egg increased in intensity. I could see a red roof ahead, rising above the hedge and I knew I was going the right way. But I had to get their fast. Already I was moaning under my breath.
I stopped at the final corner and took a deep breath. I couldn't let him see what he had done to me. With waves of pleasure running up and down my body I strolled around the corner like I was just out for an afternoon walk.
In the centre of the maze was a large pagoda with a circular bed sitting beneath it. Standing in front of it was Jackson Stone, fully dressed, waiting for me.
As soon as I walked out I saw that hungry look come over his face. I was hoping for surprise but I'll take it.
"Where is your dress, Ms. Neri?"
I didn't answer but instead reached around behind me and unclipped the bra. I slipped it off and dropped it on the grass. The buzzing was nearly unbearable in its pleasure and it took all my effort not to drop to the grass in front of him in a moaning heap.
"Come here," he told me, his eyes flashing dangerously.
I knew I was pushing him but I didn't care.
I stopped and slid first one stocking off and then the other. As I bent over I kept my eyes on him and had to bite the inside of my cheek when the sensations from the toys threatened to overwhelm me.
I stood up.
I threw the stockings at him.
He caught them and then in an instant he was in front of me, his hand around my throat and his lips against my ear. I felt his body against mine and his cock pressing against me.
"Disobedient girls will be punished," he said to me, his breath hot against me.
"Yes ... Sir," I said, drawing out the gap. I felt him tense next to me and then suddenly the egg and plug turned up to maximum and I collapsed into his arms as my orgasm roared through me. I was helpless against him, babbling and wailing as every nerve convulsed.
An eternity later or maybe no time at all I was limp as a ragdoll in Mr. Stone's arms as he carried me to the bed underneath the pagoda. I realized I was completely naked - the underwear with the plug and egg gone. He'd slipped them out of me.
He lowered me on to the bed and I felt my legs spreading for him. Now the toys were gone I wanted his cock to fill me up. I needed it. I reached for him but he moved away, pressing my legs together.
"There are rules if you are to be my little slave," he said, standing by the bed looking down at me.
"Yes, sir," I said. I thought I was wet already but when he said slave...
"You are my slave and I am your master. You will address me as Sir or you will be punished."
I nodded and then quickly added "Yes, sir," when I saw his eyes narrow.
"I own you, Delilah."
I felt myself starting to shake I wanted him so much. I wanted to be possessed by him, controlled by him, owned by him... but I was afraid too.
"As your owner, I will keep you safe. You will never have reason to doubt me. I will earn your trust."
I looked into his eyes and saw that he was making me a promise. He would punish me. He would dominate me. He would bring me pain even as he brought me pleasure. I was safe with him. I felt I was on the brink of some new life. The Delilah who'd come out last night wanted to be fully alive. To revel in her submission as she broke all her rules.
"You will tell me a safe word. If you ever use it, we will stop our game immediately. Understand?"
"Why do I need a safe word, Sir?"
I knew the answer but I wanted to hear him say it. He looked me over with that hungry look again and I saw him frown for a moment.
"Sometimes I want to go ... further," he said and I suddenly understood he was holding himself back at this very moment. I was in front of him, nude with my legs together and all he wanted was to grab me but he was waiting.
I don't know why I did it. Maybe the orgasm after the maze set fire to my brain. Maybe seeing I had some small power over him.
"My safe word is Molotov," I said, deliberately leaving off the sir.
He was on the bed and had me over his knee in an instant. His hand cracked against my ass and I squealed with pain. He hit me again and again, each blow harder than the last.
"Sir, sir, sir, sir, sir," I babbled.
He lifted me off him as though I weighed nothing and pulled me over to the side of the bed. Before I knew it I was on my knees in front of him. I could see his cock through his pants, pressing against the material. I reached for it and he twisted my hair. A jolt of pain went through me and I gasped.
"Wait," he commanded.
He used his other hand to pull his pants down, letting his cock spring out. I waited, although I was dying to have it in my mouth. To lick, to nibble, to bite.
He pulled my hair and I gasped again and then he pushed his cock in my mouth, filling me.
"Lick the tip," he said.
He pulled back so just the glans was in my mouth. I ran my tongue around it, swirling. I let out an involuntary moan as I tasted his pre-cum. I breathed in the scent of soap and male. My ass was stinging in pain but it was far away now. His cock was my world and I would do anything he asked. Anything he wanted.
He pulled my head back and forth and gave me commands. Suck the tip. Take it all in your mouth. Close your eyes. I followed his commands, hearing his breath quicken as he used my mouth like the slave I was. He tugged on my hair and I stood up, letting out a disappointed sigh as he pulled his cock away.
"You must learn to wait, slave," he said and turned me around. I started to bend over, expecting he'd fuck me from behind but instead I suddenly felt two leather restraints fasten around my ankles. Before I could protest he pushed me down on my stomach and fastened two more on my wrists. The restraints were connected by chains that went up to the roof. I hadn't seen them before because they blended so well with the color inside.
"Get up," Mr. Stone commanded and I heard him pulling on chains behind me. I stood up as my arms were pulled upwards and my ankles spread apart. He stepped in front of me and gently pushed me backwards. I felt leather behind me and realized it was a swing like I'd seen in his dungeon. I relaxed into it even as he stepped back and wound the chains again, pulling my legs apart and lifting my arms.
I was completely naked before him. Spread open and chained. I was helpless.
Mr. Stone had stripped off the last of his clothes before he'd chained me and I gazed over his body with as much intensity as he looked at mine. His cock was thick and hard, still wet from my mouth and I moaned at the thought of it being inside me.