Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Puppet Master's New Puppet ❯ Chapter 4

“Time, thought and space, you and I…” -Korn

 

There was no other way around the new desire to submit to his master other than to do what he was told. Cloud had never felt so alive, so fulfilled. The moment his master had fucked him in the ass, his role had been cemented in his mind. He was no longer drifting through the forests or deserts, searching for that elusive nothingness that he tried to hold onto.

 

Cloud had peaceful dreams for once. Content to the core without having been satisfied himself is what really boggled his eccentric mind. The blonde's subconscious worked him about his master. What things his master would do to him if he did not obey, but more importantly, if he did obey? Against the puppet's better judgment, he had just submitted wholeheartedly to his true master.

 

Slowly he started regaining consciousness. The events of last night repeating in his mind. He had been a dolt to think that his master would have wanted him sitting next to him without saying otherwise. Adjustments had to be made to accommodate all of the aspects of himself he needed to rebuild.

 

As clarity entered his thought processes, he realized that he was again immobilized. He had not heard his master. He thought that such a position would have awakened him. Trying to open his eyes was also proving to have a hindrance in the task.

 

At a distance near the door, the clacking of heels against the stone floor could be heard. His master was coming to finish what was started yesterday. He could still feel his erection straining against the cock ring already in place. One thing was certain, the blonde had a large amount of faith and trust beholden his master. The puppet only knew that to have awakened in this predicament only meant that his master had something special planned.

 

The clacking was getting louder as the puppet anxiously awaited the master. He could feel the heat from the torches as his master lit them one by one. Faintly, light began to filter through the blindfold, minutes ticked by before the blonde could hear the approaching boots heading to the bed. His cock further straining within its confines, as he felt his master's hair tickle his body.

 

“The puppet anticipates the master's touch. You are naturally submissive, though you still have to be trained. You do please me though,” Sephiroth cooed in his pet's ear. All the while trailing the riding crop down his puppet's bruised front.

 

He stopped at the thighs that proudly displayed his marks of ownership. He lightly touched his puppet everywhere, testing how sensitive the blonde was to his master's musings. He felt his toy quiver with anticipation at what was to come. Already the puppet was beginning to expect something from his master whenever touched.

 

As much as the ex-general wanted to test his puppet's responsiveness, the table displaying the toys that were going to be used begged attention. The faint whimper pleased him to no end, he internally debated between whipping or using nipple clamps. There was really no need to debate because he knew that his malicious intentions would steer him to using both objects. He settled for using the nipple clamps first.

 

As Sephiroth turned to face his pet, he noticed that his pet's erection was straining from anticipation. He closed the gap between him and the blonde. There was a brief moment's hesitation only because Sephiroth really enjoyed seeing his pet displayed like this. Then, without warning, both nipple clamps were attached at the same time. Thus, the movement elicited a moan of shear pleasure. The blonde had never felt anything so stimulating in his entire life.

 

The ex-general let the moan slip because of his actions, though he was pleased that his pet was feeling pleasure. Sephiroth also took notice of the straining erection. His plan was to have it straining to the point of pain so that he had his puppet begging to be released from the pain. Pain induced pleasurable stimulation was the name of the blonde's master's lesson plan.

 

“My puppet, you have no idea what I am capable of,” Sephiroth commented as he ran a feather over the bruises that were now contusions. He had not meant to be so harsh the previous night. It had been necessary because the one winged angel was now reaping the rewards.

 

The tickling sensation was new and felt very erotic when touching the blonde's whelps. Then, there was twist to the nipple clamps and it took everything Cloud had to attempt serenity. Then, they were tugged, that was something that was very surprising. He felt his erection jumping at the stimulation.

 

“Your trust of your master is amazing, but you have yet to control your thoughts. Your inner self still has not recognized me as your true master,” Sephiroth purred in his puppet's ear. He then moved to properly prepare his bottom for prolonged stimulation. He then inserted his great helper to further drive his puppet to the brink of insanity.

 

Cloud felt the full intensity of the vibrations from his master's inanimate helper. He then felt his master circle his body, inspecting for quiver muscles. He was to maintain as much control as he possibly could. The blonde had never felt the full intensity of the dildo. He almost felt that he could not please his master this evening.

 

While inspecting for tremors, Sephiroth noticed that his puppet had had yet another epiphany. The master noticed all the muscles relax and the only tremors he noticed were those from the sphincter. Pleasure seeped from the master's pores, his puppet was indeed adjusting naturally. The other puppets had let the pleasure stimulate them to the point of begging. To test if he was correct in his assumption he gave another tug to one of the nipple clamps. This time twisting and pulling at the same time, hoping to elicit a response.

 

All that came from the blonde as soon as his master did this was a strangled gasp of pleasure that he desperately tried to hold in. His master then applied pressure to the clamp around the nipple, applying more force drawing blood. The one winged angel then repeated this action with the other nipple. All the while enjoying the taste of blood and the moans he managed to create from his puppet.

 

Cloud then felt his master stand up and move the riding crop in a figure eight around his nipples. The small torture he was enduring was shear heaven on earth. He then felt his master begin to suckle a bruise and bite to draw blood. His master then started moving the toy protruding from his hole. Was this for his master's pleasure? Or was this still training?

 

“Master,” Cloud spoke huskily.

 

“Yes my puppet,” the reply came from a mouth full of skin.

 

“Does master wish to be pleasured?” Cloud queried his master with a hint of trepidation.

 

“No, master is satisfied for now,” Sephiroth replied immensely pleased. His actions were not causing fear of master, but fear of punishment not meant for pleasure. “This night is to see what you are made of. Should you give out now, I will have you worship my cock. Is that understood, my puppet?”

 

“Yes master,” the blonde replied shyly. It was a way of cementing their bond to one another. This was to continually show him that he could not freely act without repercussions.

 

“Puppet needs some more stimulation,” Sephiroth mused aloud as he stopped moving the riding crop. He trailed it from the nearest nipple and lightly smacked a bruise. The gasp he heard was very rewarding to his ears. He then moved it to the inner thighs around his puppet's erection. He circled the crop there to see if his puppet would continue to trust him.

 

At the actions his master was making at that very moment, the blonde did not know if his strangled breath was from fear or pleasure. He knew that it was more from pleasure because his master would stop what was going on if he did something displeasing his master. He felt his master bite another bruise and shuddered from the excitement that pent up inside of himself at that moment.

 

Sephiroth the moved to his puppet's face. He noticed that his cheeks bore the marks that had happened during his initial taming session with his puppet. Placing a chaste kiss to his puppet's lips he preceded to bite cut beneath his puppet's left eye. He heard the moan escape from those lips and lightly smacked his cheek to reprimand his action. He could not fully punish his puppet for making a sound because the master knew the moan was of pure pleasure.

 

The blonde could not know that he was ultimately proving his worth as his master's puppet. Little by little, his master was controlling his pleasures. His master wanted to control everything that made sex worth while. These thoughts of submission no longer scared the blonde because he knew that submitting and relinquishing control would bring him closer to his master.

 

“Has my puppet submitted?” Sephiroth could not help but tease his puppet. The responses were better than seeing him thrive on passion. He had never seen Cloud more alive than at this moment.

 

“Yes master,” the blonde replied without any hesitation. His first responses about relinquishing control had been slightly hesitant. It was something that only his master had noticed.

 

“Are you willing to prove yourself in your conviction?” Sephiroth felt his cock twitch at the smile that graced his puppet's face.

 

“I am always willing to prove myself to my master,” Cloud replied, ready to do whatever it takes to make his master proud.

 

“Good my puppet. You have forgone pleasure for too long,” Sephiroth purred in his puppet's ear. Slowly making his way to the straining cock within the cock ring, Sephiroth thought his puppet would not mind a little indulgence on his master's part. With less force he brought the riding crop down over his puppet's navel, the moan of pleasure was clearly audible to the pair in the dungeon. Sephiroth smirked evilly.

 

Sephiroth continued to drop pleasurable smacks across the front of his puppet. His master then released his straining erection from its prison. He then wrapped his hand around the throbbing problem.

 

“You have been a very good, but naughty puppet,” Sephiroth continued to tease his puppet. “Does the puppet wish for his master to release him?”

 

“Yes master,” the blonde breathed.

 

“Does the puppet wish to be punished?” the master chided his puppet.

 

All the blonde could do in response to his master's question was nod. The hand was just holding his erection, causing the blonde to lose control. He bit his lip trying not to come from just one touch. His master was just teasing him and it felt utterly sinful. There was no going back at this point. His master controlled everything, was everything he needed to live his life.

 

The smile that graced those lips helped the master to realize that the puppet had finally relinquished control. The other puppets had relinquished control much sooner, but had not had the smile of true surrender. The ex-general was very pleased.

 

“Master,” the blonde begged.

 

“Do you wish release?” Sephiroth asked his puppet. Squeezing and pumping his puppet's almost forgotten erection.

 

“Master, are you satisfied?” was the only response that came from his blonde puppet. His master touching him there was driving him mad. The blonde did not know what to do. He did not want to beg release because his master had not had release at all this evening.

 

“I will have my release after you have your release,” that statement said more than enough of what was going on right now. The blonde knew it was his master's way of rewarding his surrender. It was an unconditional surrender to the one that knew what dark desires lurked within the puppet.

 

“Stop fighting now and come when I release you,” his master commanded. As soon as his master let go, his release was violent. His master had made sure to point his puppet's erection over the stomach. The shear bliss that was etched on his puppet's face was all that the master needed to claim those lips.

 

There was no room for questioning his master's dominance. The kiss was violent. Cloud had no time to react or move his tongue with his master's. The blonde felt his master bite down hard on his lips, releasing the inner masochist that always lay dormant.

 

“More master,” the blonde finally begged.

 

“Not right now,” Sephiroth told his puppet. He then started moving to release the shackles. Swiftly and efficiently, the blonde found himself standing with his leash attached to his collar. Then, he felt his eyes strain to adjust to the light in the room. His master had granted him permission to look upon his countenance.

 

As soon as he was able to look upon the face of his master, he quickly kneeled in front of his master. His master was pleased with the action and ran his hand through the hair affectionately. The lesson had worked exceptionally well and the master was again going to indulge.

 

With a gentle tug on the leash, Cloud began to follow his master without question and trusting where he was being taken. It was a part of the dungeon directly across from the kitchen. Cloud noticed that this area housed a partition and a wardrobe. His master attached his leash to another tie off post located on the ground by a simple leather chair.

 

“In this wardrobe are outfits that I will be dressing you in,” Sephiroth began. “To completely submit means to trust your master that you will always look good in my eyes.”

 

As his master had finished his statement, he opened the wardrobe and pulled out maid outfit with a plastic bag attached. The black dress was very short, leaving no room for the imagination. Cloud immediately recognized the maid uniform. The plastic bag was something that the blonde knew to be the touch of his master. What could be in there?

 

Sephiroth handed the dress to Cloud in a silent command and released the leash. The blonde instantly responded by going behind the partition to dress himself. It was almost a snug fit. Cloud found that sewn into the dress was a padded bra. He quickly fastened the clasps and pulled the dress on. He then approached his master once he had also put the heels on. He stumbled every once in a while, but soon figured out that he had to balance his weight on the balls of his feet.

 

“You look lovely my puppet,” Sephiroth commented. “But I believe you are missing something.” His master then placed a headband with cat ears. He then felt him tie something around his waist.

 

“Turn around,” was the lone command that graced the lips. Cloud obeyed the command and carefully turned around. He knew that his master had attached a tail around his waist. He felt the riding crop smack his thighs, testing his balance. He almost fell flat on his face had he not shifted his feet to regain his balance and catch himself.

 

“Good, but you are to practice walking in them when I am not around,” Sephiroth commanded. “You will not always awaken to being shackled. When you are not, you are to come to this corner and practice walking in heels.”

 

Sephiroth then reattached the leash to the collar. He then led them to the kitchen. Cloud knew that he was again to prepare a meal for himself and his master. He was to wear the uniform. He also knew that he was to keep it as clean as possible. His master was impeccably clean by nature and he wanted to honor his master's nature. He wanted to honor his master in any way possible.

 

They walked slowly to the kitchen. The walk was what Cloud needed to practice and gain his balance in the unfamiliar shoes. What surprised the blonde was the pace his master kept. He was sure that his master would have gone at a normal pace. It was the kind gesture that made Cloud want to please his master all the more. The silence that was shared between them did nothing more than strengthen their bond. Sephiroth was now sure that his pet was not going to think about displeasing his master. All Cloud had ever wanted to do was make the people that he loved happy. His master was now one of those people.

 

Sephiroth tied the leash on a post and sat down to watch his puppet move about the kitchen. The preparations were much faster this time because Cloud had decided to grill chicken and shrimp for a simple salad. Not very filling separately, but put together they were very filling. The simple main course made Cloud think about desert. He knew that he could bake a pie. He was having trouble choosing, apple or cherry. He decided on the latter of the two.

 

Swiftly everything was prepared. His master moved to the kitchen so that the table could be set. He removed the leash and sat back down to watch how quickly his puppet had adapted to the change in footwear. His puppet quickly set the table and knelt in front of his master, the tail lying gracefully next to his legs. At random, the master began eating one of the salads. He decided to taste both of them seeing which one was more to his preference. Pleased at tasting how he could easily eat them both, Sephiroth reattached the leash and gently tugged so his puppet would look at him.

 

The smell from the kitchen caught Sephiroth's nose and tugged at his inner demon. He knew that his pet had desert cooking in the oven. It gave the one winged a devilish idea that charged his libido like torturing his puppet. He figured for now he would enjoy feeding his puppet and himself. Then, when the desert was ready, he would once more indulge his dark desires that he had for the puppet.