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2/23/2011 9:56:34 PM

The blonde woman folded back the covers on the bed, and slid between the crisp white sheets. She felt the kiss of the cool fabric against her burning skin, and curled her long lithe legs beneath her. Luxuriously she stretched and surveyed the motel room, savouring the quietness of early evening, no sound apart from the humming of the airconditioner unit. Picking up the remote, she flicked through the tv channels, but could find nothing to amuse her. She gave up and switched it off, the screen fell black again. Beneath the covers her body tingled, her senses alive with the familiar ache for a man's touch. She was restless. It had been over a month since a man had touched her. She had been too busy, pushing aside her carnal desires as she spent her days tending to numerous meaningless tasks. But her needs would not be put aside any longer. She chewed her lip , teeth biting into her perfect pout. Her mind wandered ...dark desires building inside her now pressed for urgent attention. Her lust would not be deterred any longer...it was a part of her that demanded satisfaction,,,to deny it was to be driven mad with lustful thoughts and physical craving. Her state had been brought to her attention earlier in the day, during a taxi ride when she had caught herself staring at the driver in the reflection of the rearview mirror. She was so horny, she had seriously considered asking him to pull over somewhere and begging him to fuck her hard. She had shocked herself wth this thought, but the fact remained that she had always had a very strong sex drive. She used to try and deny it, but had resigned herself to the fact. She had to seek release on a regular basis, or suffer agonising need, which would cloud her mind and affect her body in such a way as to be driven nearly mad with lust. Added to this, she had been blessed with the ability to multiple orgasm. Her body knew this, and craved sex like a drug. It was out of her control. She wanted it 24/7 and could fuck like a bitch in heat. ..often it didn't take much to set her off. The smell of aftershave on warm male skin, detected while standing next to some unknown man in an elevator, or the look of a man's thick fingers as he handed her some change at a sales counter, and she felt the warm wetness and tingling between her thighs...the thoughts arriving unbidden in her mind, imagining those fingers inside her, probing her soft hot wet hungry pussy, or the press of male body against hers, crushing her beneath him, spreading her thighs and plunging deep inside her...her thoughts broke off as she felt her body arousing. She threw back the covers, stood up and peeled her clothes off, stepping out of them, heading to the bathroom. She turned on the taps and unbound her hair, shaking the thick blonde tresses free until they hung down her back. The water was perfect as she stepped into the stream, hot water gushing over her breasts and down the curve of her belly. She lathered the frothy soap suds and worked the sponge over her body, sliding it over her tingling skin. As she soaped her breasts, the nipples stuck out , so erect and tingling, they almost stung. She gasped as she drew the sponge in a circular motion, and was rewarded with an electric jolt through her body, from her nipples through to her throbbing clitoris. Her body would be denied no longer. She closed her eyes, fantasising the hands of an unknown lover, as they slid over her swollen pussy, already slippery with desire. Her fingers found the swollen clitoris, and she bucked under her own touch as her body became liquid fire. The fantasy man's fingers slid firmly over her wetness, before thrusting inside her, deeply. She gasped, feeling her body respond, the skillful strokes teasing and pleasuring. Panting, she felt the tempo increase, as her body responded deliciously, the craving building inside her to a peak. She came in a pulsing burst, groaning as her juices released, her knees buckling beneath her and she leaned against the shower wall, breathing hard. The orgasm had left her reeling, yet wanting more. Moments passed, her breathing steadied. She finished her shower,stepped out and dried herself in a fluffy towel. Her skin still tingled and she felt simultaneously relieved and yet still hungry with desire. After she dressed, she returned to the bed and again slipped between the sheets. Her tight red lace panties hugged her crotch, making her more aware of her need. Her breasts strained against her tight t-shirt and she itched with need. She knew that had she wanted to, she could go out and find a random guy in some place, take him home and fuck his brains out. But she needed something more. An idea occurred to her. She picked up her mobile phone, and googled "slave" chat and B&D, S &M. She had been increasingly drawn by her curiosity of late, starting with online roleplaying. She was good at it, and she was hooked. Having had a taste, now she wanted to explore the real thing...she found it exciting and the dark disciplines appealed to her, satisfying her slightly twisted psychological desires, which was a big part of her getting so wildly turned on. With this in mind, she selected a site at random. Within minutes, she had created a profile, with a brief description and invited potential Masters to interview her. She knew she was a submissive, and was turned on by the thought of being dominated and controlled. When she was happy with her basic introduction, she loaded it.To her surprise, the messages from applicants came thick and fast. Reading them , she found some were quite pleasant and civil. Others arrived with a blast of abuse, labelling her all kinds of wanton filth. These rants were quite a turn-off...she failed to see how that treatment could possibly appeal to anyone. She shrugged mentally. Obviously some people might like that type of thing. She thought it was jumping the gun a bit, before the agreement was clarified between Master and slave. Surely any real Master would know this basic step comes first. Bonding did not take much, but it was the essential foundation, that which opened the gates to unbridled passion and erotic adventure. She delegated the obscene rants to the trash...not dignifying them with a response. She shortlisted the most likely ones. While she was enjoying this immensely, she did not intend on taking this much further, she considered it simply a sexy curiosity. Until she encountered a message from a person with the username ' brealorfoff .' Initially, the meaning of the name escaped her, as she opened the message to read it. His tone was friendly, approachable, and she felt confident to reply. His answer returned swiftly, surprising her. They bantered back and forth for a while, enjoying a little harmless flirting. Then he offered to call her. The temptation made feelings of apprehension curl in her stomach , and she knew taht she was playing with fire. She relished the fear, while knowing it conflicted with her common sense , warning her from what could be a mistake. Her mysterious companion seemed to read her thoughts as she hesitated. He could hardly jump through the phone and bite her, he reasoned. Ordinarily, she would beg off...but her darker side beckoned. She had played it safe for so long. She found 'safe' was tiresome and boing. She wanted to feel alive again. A heartbeat passed..."oh, what the hell" she texted in reply. Suddenly reckless, she typed her contact number in the message, then clicked send. The message came back...he was at work tonight, so he would grab a coffee and take a break, call her in a minute. She smiled, thinking that was an excellent idea, and slipped from the bed to make herself a coffee as well. Returning to the bed, she again slid between the crisp white sheets. There was nothing quite like the feel of hotel sheets she thought to herself as she sipped her coffee. Her thoughts were interrupted as her mobile phone rang. She picked it up and greeted the caller. It was him. His voice was pleasant, friendly, yet very sexy. She could hear the undertones in his casual conversation and it captivated her. She smiled and engaged in more banter, finding herself relaxing as she listened to his voice in her ear. He made her laugh, which was as sexy as hell. Her inhibitions flew out the window. She wanted him. Right now. He asked her what she wanted, and she told him. She wanted a man to take control, and give her direction. Not savagery, but to use a firm hand and demand things from her that she didnt know she wanted until he asked her to do it. It was a big ask, but he was a natural. As he started to talk, she obeyed without question. His voice worked her over, she surrendered to his skillful touch. He began by telling her to close her eyes, and started to work his magic. She felt as though she was hypnotised as she moved her hands over her skin, allowing him complete control, letting him guide her as though her hands were his own. It was intoxicating. As he told her to stroke her pussy, she writhed in desire, and felt herself melting helplessly under his spell. This is what she wanted, this is what she craved. She surrendered to desire, her passion building her until she could hardly stand it. Just when she thought she would burst into orgasm, he told her to stop. She bit her lip and wanted to scream, squirming around under the covers, her fingers covered in her own juices, her nipple pinched cruelly between her fingers. She groaned his name and begged for release. He made her wait. She cried out, thrashing her head from side to side, begging for release. His voice was honey inside her ear, as he desribed where to touch herself and just how to do it. Then he ordered her to come. She arched her back and stifled a scream as she exploded passionately. Mindblowing. He made her orgasm again and again, until she lay spent accross the tangled sheets, mindfucked and panting , her heart pounding, her head spinning. She had never, ever been touched like this. Ever. She had found her Master.