Feeling the delicious aftermath of my explosion, my body trembled like it often did after an orgasm. Leaning back, with my head against the bus seat, I realized my hand was still in my panties and it was soaked. I smiled, thinking what Master would do right now if He caught me masturbating. I knew He loved watching just these types of "things". He was quite the voyeur and had told me that He loved to watch women explore their bodies. Slowly removing my hand, my fingers ran across my clit causing electrifying shocks of pleasure through my body. Just as I expected, my hand was glistening wet. Without thinking, I placed my fingers into my mouth. I let out a pleasurable moan as I sucked, licked, and tasted myself. I began to wonder what He would taste like. I longed to taste His soft lips, to explore His mouth with my tongue. I longed to venture over His whole body, taking in His scent, His taste as I run my lips and tongue over every inch of Him. My body ached at the thought to finally be able to pleasure Him by sucking His cock. I knew that this would pleasure me just as much. Often, I had orgasms due to pleasuring a man orally. I think it was a combination between knowing that the man was being pleased and meeting the great desires of my sexual oral fetish. With my mouth watering, I wondered what His cum would taste like? I wanted His cock in my mouth, throbbing and thrusting in and out of my moist mouth until His thick hot fluid burst into my mouth.

Taking my wet fingers out of my mouth, I hiked up my panties and pants as quietly as I could. A small giggle escaped my lips at the image of me, sitting in a bus seat, hiking up my pants filled my mind. Looking out the window at the darkness sprinkled with lights here and there from the towns and cities, I wondered where I was. My body tingled as I thought that I must be getting close to His town. I wanted to be there with Him with every part of my being. Eager to feel closer to Him, I closed my eyes to return to our "time" together. There I stood, completely naked. The light from the dim lamps and the flickering candles danced across my ivory flesh. My arms were still protectively crossed over my full breasts. My eyes were down caste, looking at the floor. I could see His shadow on the ground. He was standing still. I could hear His breathing, even and calm. Completely opposite of my own, which was fast, jagged, and labored. Looking at His shadow, I could still see the thick steel knife in His right hand. Suddenly, His shadow moved forward and I sensed Him very close to me. I could smell His wonderful scent. I could feel His warm breath upon my hair. "Are you alright, my sweet angel?" He asked in a soft caring voice. I quickly nodded. He grabbed my chin, and lifted my face up. I had no choice but to look into those deep brown eyes. "Answer me!" He commanded. "Y-y-yes Master. I am fine. Just a bit...nervous." I managed to say, just above a whisper. He smiled, and let out a short laugh. Squeezing my chin gently, He looked deep into my green eyes and said "There is no need to be nervous, my love. It is just you and Me." I forced a smile as I thought to myself, "That is why I am so nervous, Master....because it IS You. And You are the One I want to please, to make happy, and I want to make You proud." As if reading my thoughts, He ruffled my hair with His hand, smiled, and said "You make Me happy and proud, love. You just need to do as I wish, as I want." I quickly nodded and returned my gaze down to the ground.

Then I felt His strong hand encircling my right arm and pulling it away from my breasts. He did the same with the other. "There is no need to hide from me. You belong to me, right?" I quickly replied "Yes, Master." Still looking down, I saw His right hand with the knife securely in His grasp coming up towards my body. I tried so hard not to flinch, but was unsuccessful to say the least. Again, He let out a small laugh. My eyes widened and my body stiffened as the knife came closer to the soft flesh of my stomach. When it finally touched me, I let out a deep sigh of relief and excitement. He pressed the sharp blade against my fragile skin causing me to wince slightly. I loved pain, but the unknowing of what is to follow always caused some anxiety in me. All of a sudden, it seemed like the knife took on a life of its own. It glided gracefully over my stomach, applying more pressure and less pressure it just the right places. I saw red marks across my flesh; a sharp contrast against my white skin. The pleasurable feelings mixed with the pain that the knife caused was beginning to drive me crazy. Soon, the knife was down, dancing across my upper thighs and encircling my most private place. My legs were still parted, and I watched as the knife glided through the wetness that streaked down my thighs. Leaving a wet trail as it did, the knife continued to travel over my thighs, both the front and the back.

Coming out of my daze, I saw Him, down on His knees, looking into my eyes with complete love. I inhaled deeply, feeling the intensity of the moment. I looked over His naked body which was perfection in my eyes. I wanted to feel Him inside of me so badly. My thighs began to sting some, and I noticed that some of the knife marks were slightly bleeding. For some reason, this only added to my excitement. I felt the knife being pressed against the back of my thighs. I felt the pressure increase here and there and the sting of the blade as it scratched and slightly cut my flesh. Now, the knife glided over my ass. Again, He swatted me with the knife, but this time I did not make a sound. The adrenalin and endorphins running through my body were too powerful. I began to feel the "animal" in me wanting to escape, to take some control over the situation, but I held Her back. I was not sure if Master was ready to meet Her yet. My breathing had become very staggered now, and I could hear myself letting out little grunts here and there. He pressed the sharp blade hard against my right ass cheek and I let out a loud moan. "You like that, my angel?" He asked, already knowing the answer. I tried to answer, but nothing would come out. He took the knife and barely touching my flesh, went up and down my back. I shuttered and trembled.

I heard Him walk away, open the drawer, and heard the loud clunk of the knife being placed back into the drawer. After shutting the drawer, I heard Him walking towards me. I could see His shadow on the ground as He circled me 3 or 4 times. My head was swimming, but I still felt Her trying to come out to play. "Look at me now." He calmly requested. I lifted my head, my long curly cooper red hair damp with sweat and in my face. He walked in front of me, and softly brushed it out of my eyes. My naked chest was rising and falling quickly with each breath I took and my fast heart beat pounded in my head. He looked at me for several minutes. First His eyes stared deep into my eyes. Damn, I could get lost in those beautiful brown eyes forever. Then His eyes slowly began to lower. My instinct to raise my arms to cover myself kicked in as I began to bring my arms up. He quickly put a stop to this, gently taking hold of them and placing them down at my sides. "You are beautiful, my sweet angel. There really is no need to hide from Me; no need to be shy or embarrassed. I want and love all of You, inside and out." His voice was filled with such love there was no way I could not believe Him.

Lowering His gaze more, He was looking at my lower stomach and my pussy. I knew that I was very, very wet. I felt it all the way down my thighs and almost to my knees. He reached out a hand and slide a couple fingers over my left thigh. Lifting His fingers to His lips, He slowly placed them onto His lips. His tongue escaped His mouth and began licking His fingers. His eyes slowly closed, and then He put both of His fingers into His mouth. He let out a satisfying moan that caused the familiar ache between my legs to become much more noticeable. His eyes then snapped open, and His hand darted down towards my pussy. He then plunged one finger inside and began to explore. As He found my clit, I let out a cry and my head fell back. He then took two fingers and entered me, slowly at first. My mouth open, I could not help but let out moans and cries of sweet pleasure. He began to thrust harder and deeper, and teased my clit here and there as He did. I began to feel a swell of pressure deep inside. I began to beg for Him to stop. I started to feel out of control. I grabbed a hold of His arm and tried to push Him away. He quickly pushed my arm out of the way, and continued to "torture" me. My legs began to tremble uncontrollably and my moans became rhythmic. I had to practically force Her to stay at bay. "P-p-p-plllease Master! Stop! I feel like my legs are going to give out on me." He slowed some, and grabbed me by my hair. "You need a break, hmm?" He said in a sadistic tone. "Yes, Master. Please. I feel like I am going to lose control!"

Stopping suddenly, His hand still around my hair, He asked "Lose control? What do you mean, love? And what is so bad about losing control with Me?" Looking me over, He noticed how weak I had become and let go of my hair and took hold of both of my hands. He slowly and safely guided me towards the huge bed. Pulling the blankets back, He sat me down on the bed, and feeling a stinging pain over my ass and thighs quickly reminded of the knife marks and welts. He gently lifted my legs up onto the bed. In a dash, He was lying there next to me. I looked Him over. I took in His handsome face with His beautiful brown eyes, perfectly shaped nose, and His wonderful lips. My eyes traveled down to His chest, and I smiled as I saw His dragon tattoo. Looking down lower, I saw His large erect cock. Without realizing it, I was licking my lips. My thoughts were interrupted as I felt His hand under my chin, and He raised my face up to His. "My love, you do not have to worry about losing control with Me. I want you to feel like yourself with Me and be yourself with Me. If you do something that I disapprove of, I will let you know. And I expect the same from you." With a sly smile, He added, "Now that does not mean I may still not do it, or push your limits, but I will respect you. Understand?" "Yes, my love, my Master." I replied.

I then decided it was time to tell Him about what had happened to me once when I had lost control. I began to tell Him about a time with a previous Master that had left a strong memory etched forever in my mind. I had let Her out, became a little too aggressive while with the previous Master. I began to become a little "too dominate" according to Him, even though I felt like I was staying within my submissive boundaries. All I had done, after all was playfully straddled Him and held His arms down. He was a very muscular man, and I had no chance at all at actually taking any physical control over the situation. He grabbed a hold of me, flipped me over, and slapped me hard across the face and head two or three times. I think I had blacked out for a few minutes. Before I knew it, I was bound down naked, unable to move, and my bare ass was up in the air. Without much warning, He gruffly said "That was uncalled for, bitch. I run the show here. I am in control! Now, I want You to count each swat. I think 10 will due." He grabbed a hold of my hair and wrenched my head back and showed me a quick view of just what I was going to be "swatted" with. It was a huge metal paddle that was probably a inch or more thick. I began to squirm and twist in attempt to get away, but He just laughed. Giving up, I laid over the side of His bed, ready to take His punishment. The first whack was the worst. I felt it come down on my ass with such painful power I screamed and reared. "Now, now slut. You can scream, cry, beg and plead all you want, but I want to hear you counting, or we start all over again. Understand, whore?" Hot tears already swelling in my eyes, I nodded quickly and said, "One!" He laughed and said "Good girl!" Before I could even take in His words, another swat was delivered across my backside. Tasting blood, I realized I had bitten my tongue. I could feel the hot thick blood trickle out of my mouth, but could not wipe it away since my hands were bound. Through clenched teeth, I sneered "Two!"

Suddenly, my Master interrupted my story as He wiped away the tears from my eyes and cheeks. He kissed my cheeks, wrapped His arms around my shaking body, and then said, "My love, there is no need to continue. I see how this is hurting you. I am different. We are one. Yes, there are going to be times when I punish you. But it won't be over something like this. Alright?" He flashed one of His devilish smiles at me, and I nodded and smiled back. His arms felt so good around my body, and even felt better as He begun to caress over my back, my buttocks, and my thighs. Our eyes locked, He then again ventured between my legs. He placed His fingers inside of me and began to thrust them in and out. He continued to look at me, wanting to see my reaction. I began to moan softly, and rock my hips in motion with His thrusting. I felt myself becoming more wet as the throbbing ache increased. Without realizing it, I had reached down and begun to touch His cock. With a look of question in my eyes, He nodded and said in a low husky voice, "Yes, angel. You may." I encircled His throbbing member and began to stroke it up and down, slowly at first, but then began to quicken my speed. I tightened my grip around it, and heard Him moan with pleasure. I felt His cock become even harder, the veins sticking out. He continued to explore me, delving deep inside me and teasing my sensitive clit. I was now staring down at His cock, my mouth watering, and licking my lips. He let out a little laugh, thinking about my oral fetish. "Are you ready to taste that, my love?" Attempting to contain my excitement, I replied, "Yes! Yes, Master. Please?" He nodded and I got up to move, feeling His fingers glide out of me. I scooted down in between His legs, which He spread open for me. Taking a hold of it with one hand, I leaned over and began licking the tip of His cock. It tasted so good. I could feel and taste the precum that had already escaped. Encircling the top with my lips and tongue, I began to feel myself losing some control. I then took His cock into my mouth, feeling it hardened even more. He let out a long pleasurable sigh. I began sucking Him, slowly up and down. I plunged down as far as I could, proud of myself for having practically no gag reflex. I loved to feel cock against the back of my throat. I began to suck harder and faster and took one hand and began to play with His balls. The moans that came from Him only excited me more. I continued to suck, lick, kiss, and lightly nibble on His cock, thinking to myself that I could happily do this for hours. Feeling His excitement rise, I began a steady rhythm of sucking and continued to play with His balls. I would occasionally venture down and suck on His balls, taking them into my mouth. Then, returning my attention to His cock, I sucked more and more. I felt like I could not get enough of Him. I felt myself dripping, the wetness trickling down my thighs again. I felt like if He touched me anywhere, I would certainly cum. Hearing His breathing become shorter and faster, and His moans increase, I knew that He was close. I felt His cock become harder, and His body tensing. My eager mouth kept taking Him in and out, desperately wanting to get my reward. Finally, He let out a low moan and I felt the thick sweet fluid fill my mouth. Sighing, I took all of His sweet nectar in, swallowing it down. Lifting up a bit, I licked His shaft, balls, and anywhere else I could see the slightest bit of His cum. I wanted it all. I felt His arms gently grab me and ease me up towards Him. I laid my head across His chest, licking my lips. I heard the pounding of His heart as I lie across His chest. He ran His fingers through my hair, causing me to almost purr. Soon, my eyes became heavy, and I drifted off.

"Angel?? Wake up, love." My eyes fluttered open and I saw Him looking at me with a sly smile on His lips. "We dozed off." As my eyes focused a bit more, I saw Him lying on His side and He was still so hard. Seeing me looking at His cock, He smiled. "Want some more, love?" I grinned and nodded, "Yes, Master." I began to lower my head down to begin sucking on Him, but He stopped me by placing His hands on my upper arms. He then rolled over unto His back and pulled me over towards Him. He guided my face towards His, and kissed me deeply. "I want to be inside of you. I want to feel you. I want you to feel Me inside of you, love." He whispered into my ear. He then guided me on top of Him. I felt His hardness slip into my moist opening, and couldn't help but to let out a loud cry of pleasure. It had been months since I had been fucked, and He felt so good inside of me. He placed His hands on my hips and guided me as I rode Him. I moaned as I felt myself so close to cumming. I felt Her coming out, as I rode Him hard and even grabbed a hold of His thick dark hair at times. I felt myself right on the brink of cumming. "May I cum, Master?" I begged. He shook His head no. "Not until I say...not until you feel like you can't take it anymore." I continued to ride Him, and He reached up and began to play with my breasts. He pinched and twisted them. He took hold of my nipple rings and pulled on them. The swell of pleasure rose and I fought it back, knowing that I should not cum yet. He leaned up, causing His cock to dive deeper into me, and began to kiss, suck, nibble and bite my nipples and breasts. I grabbed at His chest, digging my nails into His flesh, as I rocked my hips against Him. "I...I...I need to cum, Master. Please?!?" I almost yelled at Him. Seeing my desperate need, He said, "Alright, love. You may cum for Me. Cum for your Master." Riding Him hard, feeling His hands all over my breasts, the swell increased to the ultimate level, and then in a burst of ecstasy, released as I moaned and screamed in complete pleasure. Trembling, I paused for a moment. He had other plans on His mind though. He continued to thrust His cock into me, pressing against my swollen and sensitive clit. "I want you to cum for me again."

Allowing to let my mind wander more, I began to think of time spent with Him. Time on the computer, over the web cam, and on the phone. I smiled as I thought of the things He had me do, new things, things I would not normally do just for anyone. He definitely had a certain "power" over me. That "power" added to my desire, want, and need to satisfy and make Him happy made it close to impossible to say "No" to Him. With His requests, I had done some new and exciting kinky things for Him. But still, I had not been able to do all of His requests due to my shyness and insecurities. This did upset and saddened me, due to feeling inadequate as a submissive.

Shifting in my seat, I realized I was quite wet. Thinking about Him and the things we had done always seemed to do this to me. Quickly, my green eyes darted around looking at the other passengers, and feeling a little "dirty". A let out a sigh of relief seeing that most were either sleeping, or involved in something else. Outside, the sky had become a dark blue-gray as the sun began to drift out of site. The corner of the sky was beautiful with the colors of pinkish blue and yellow from the setting sun. I wondered if He was also looking at the sky as well.

Thinking about Him again, I felt a dull ache between my legs. The moistness had increased, and the extreme desire to touch myself was hard to ignore. I looked around, checking to see if anyone was looking. Feeling safe, I slowly lowered my right hand, parted my legs slightly, and slid my hand between my legs and against my jeans. Feeling the wetness through my jeans surprised me, and a small grin formed on my lips. I didn't realize I was that excited, that turned on. I began to press my hand against my jeans, against my pussy. I slowly rubbed myself, feeling the ache increase.

Closing my eyes, His face appeared in my mind. Slowly, I imagined Him, standing before me. I was there, on my knees. He motioned to me to stand, and calmly stated "Undress me." Standing in front of Him, my green eyes locked with His brown eyes, I reached up quickly towards the buttons of His shirt. With lightening speed, His arm moved and His hand wrapped tightly around my wrist. "Slowly! There is no need to rush, now is there?" He asked me. My eyes wide, I shook my head and responded "No, Master. I am sorry, I am just so excited. I will slow down." A sly smile appeared on His face as He let me go. Again, I reached up towards His chest, but this time slower, and with much more thought about what I was doing. I traced the buttons on His shirt, one by one. Feeling Him relax under my touch, I knew that He approved.

Returning to the top of His shirt, I slowly undid the top button, then the next. Exposing His skin, I felt myself becoming more excited. Reminding myself to stay calm and slow, I continued to unbutton His shirt. As His shirt became looser on Him, I could just barely see the tattoo on His upper chest. Undoing the last button, I slowly reached up to His shoulders with both hands and pushed the shirt off of them and down His arms. He stood there, watching me. His shirt fell to the ground. Gazing at His tattoo, before I even realized it, my fingertips were tracing the tattoo. Tracing the outline of the tattoo that adorned His skin, feeling the smoothness of His skin, I was lost in the moment.

"I don't want to, Daddy!!" Hearing this both scared me and confused me, bringing me out of my dream. Looking down, I realized I had unbuttoned my jeans, and my hand was down my jeans, inside my panties. My fingers had been exploring. I looked up quickly as I took my hand out, my fingers wet with my own juices. Pulling my shirt over my undone pants, I looked around. It was dark outside, and inside the bus was pretty dark. The only light was the dull floor lights, and a few of the reading lights that were clicked on for some of the passengers.

Then, I saw her. The little golden-blond haired girl that I noticed earlier. She was sitting on her father's lap. From what I could see from her profile, her pout had doubled in size. Her mother was fast asleep. The father had his hands around her, and was whispering something into her ears that obviously made her upset. My curious mind wanted to know why she looked so upset and what it was he wanted her to do. I tried to push away the bad negative things that raced through my mind. I didn't want to think those things. Still looking at them, I saw the father smile as he tickled her sides. Giving up quickly she began to giggle, slightly at first, then uncontrollably. Shushing her and still smiling, the father placed her in her seat and handed her a pillow and a small blanket. I heard him as he lovingly said, "Now Olivia, listen to daddy. Its getting late, and we have a long way to go still. I want you to get some sleep, just like mommy. Alright?" She looked up at him with her big blue eyes and smiled. "Okay daddy! I'll try." A sigh escaped me, as my mind relaxed a little.