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The Auction

This was his first time in Miami, and he was slowly driving through the suburbs looking for the address printed on the email, trying to follow the map that the rental company had provided with the car.

The road narrowed and in an instant became more exclusive with houses now set behind brick walls, and hidden from view by mature trees.

Suddenly he saw what he was looking for, the name on the gate matching the heading of the emails page.  He made a sharp turn and swung into the drive, through an avenue of trees and pulled up on gravel square in front of an expansive looking property. 

Looking around he realised that from the number of other vehicles parked that there was quite a number at the event.

The event had been billed as an exclusive, one off charity fundraising auction, entrance was by personal invitation only, He had originally declined the invitation as to travel from London to attend an auction had seemed like an extravagance, but things changed when he was asked to visit the States on business.  It was by chance that the date of the auction coincided with this business trip and he decided that he could spare a few days out of his schedule to attend.

A few days prior to his departure he had received in the post his official invitation, along with detailed driving directions and a professionally produced catalogue.  He had decided to look at this on the flight, help pass the time.

On the flight he sat back and slowly thumbed through the catalogue.  The first section was a letter of introduction from the hosts, and then the standard auction information, clarifying the terms and conditions of the auction.  Basically that the auction would be legally binding, all bids must be honoured either in cash, or by credit card at the end of the sale.  

Then there was a section detailing where the funds raised would be going, glossy photographs of the foundation and the happy smiling children that were to benefit.

Finally he turned to the section detailing the lots to be auctioned, a colour photograph and detailed description accompanied each lot number.    He quickly picked out a number of lots that had caught his eye and he proceeded to read their detailed descriptions with interest.

He approached the entrance to be met by a smartly dressed security guard who asked to see his invitation, that shown he was allowed to enter.   The hall was sumptuously decorated and people were milling around with glasses of champagne, it was more like an up market dinner party than an auction he thought.

A young waitress noticing that he had no drink in his hand, appeared and offered him a glass of champagne.   She then pointed out that the viewing of the lots was upstairs and that the auction would commence in one hour.

He sipped his drink and made his way up the expansive staircase and followed  a couple who were heading for the viewing, they were deep in discussion but loud enough so that anyone close could not fail to overhear them, expressing  how wonderful this event was and how they were hoping to win  one of the lots.

They turned into a room, in which the lots were on display.   It reminded him of an art gallery and the people milling around from lot to lot observed a quiet reverence.

The lots themselves were behind a roped off barrier and a security guard stood at the side, though it was unlikely anyone would attempt anything that would require their interaction.

He wandered through the room, going from lot to lot comparing the photograph and details in his catalogue with the real thing, discounting some lots but adding question marks and stars against others which had now caught his eye.

Soon it was announced that the viewing was over and that the auction would commence in the great hall in 10 minutes.   He joined the number of others who were making their way down into the hall, and there was eager chatter and discussions over the various lots on offer.

In the hall he found that there were rows of seats each with a name card and bidding number.  He found his seat and settled down and looked around.   There was a raised stage at the front and a lectern for the auctioneer, and again there was a security guard stood at the side of the stage.

The auctioneer came out and a hushed silence came over the assembled bidders, He introduced himself and again went over the rules as detailed in the catalogue.  He then thanked everybody for attending especially those who had travelled great distances to attend.  He hoped that everyone would have an enjoyable auction and be successful for the lots they wanted. And rather theatrically opened the auction.

Lot 1 was brought out and a description was read out.   This lot hadn’t really caught his eye and so he had no intention of bidding, but he paid attention to the auctioneer and watched as the bidding started.  It soon became apparent that two bidders were equally eager to win and the bids rose fast, first in $50 increments then as the bidding passed $500 it was increased to $100 increments.  Finally after what seemed like an epic duel one bidder backed down and the hammer fell for $3000. 

The next lot was brought out and the process repeated, each lot reaching totals of between $300 and $5000.

Soon it was a lot in which he had marked in his catalogue with a star, and so when the bidding commenced he raised his card.  Soon it had reached $1000 and the one other bidder backed down, it looked like he would be the winner.   The auctioneer made the first then second call for other bidders and was just about to bring the gavel down when someone at the back of the room made a bid.

Bidding then seemed to take on a new lease and soon it was $4000 beyond his limit and he had to back down.

Lot 12 did not appeal to him and it only reached $300, in his head he was secretly cursing his luck.  Every lot that he was interested in seemed to go far beyond his limit, yet others which held no appeal went for comparatively small sums.

By lot 18 it looked as though he wasn’t going to win any of the lots that he had marked in his catalogue there was just one more which had caught his eye at the viewing and he had marked with a question mark.

This lot was announced and the bidding commenced.  This time the bidding was slow and it looked like he would win for a small amount much less that he was anticipating.   But yet again at the last minute someone bid, and he secretly cursed to himself, and bid again. This time there was no other bid and the auctioneer brought the gavel down.   He had won the lot.

Soon the auctioneer had gone through all the lots and came to close the auction, once again thanking everyone for attending.

Everyone rose from their seats and headed out of the room, those who had won, went off to pay for their lots, the rest just to mingle and chat in the hall.

He joined the queue and paid for his lot, and was told that collection could be made upstairs in the viewing room.

In the viewing room noticed that most lots had already been collected, there just being an empty space where they had been sat. 

He reached the position of his lot.   She was stood head bowed and hands behind her back awaiting his command.   He held out a hand and she took it, and he led her away.    She was his now, he had been to his first slave auction and had come away successful.

She had offered herself as a lot, unlike many of the lots who had been placed for auction by their previous owners.  The process of becoming a lot at the auction had been longer and harder than she had expected.

They had interviewed her to be certain that this was what she wanted to do; she had been without a master for too long and needed to be owned.  After the interview, she had received a questionnaire wanting to know her personal details, previous experience, what she would be happy to do for a master, and more importantly asking for details of what she wouldn’t do.  Then there was a box for her to complete to state how long she wished to be owned for 24 / 48 hours, 1 week / 1 month or open till master decides.   She had opted for the 1 week option but was secretly hoping that the master who won her would want to keep her for longer.

Then she had to provide two photographs which were to be used in the catalogue.  These weren’t particularly wonderful pictures just two snaps that she had found at home.  She had no Master to take any erotic or revealing ones.

On the day of the auction she had to arrive early and confirm that this was still what she wanted to do, she then was dressed in suitable lingerie and given a place to sit in the viewing room.   

The viewing was for her difficult, she had been instructed not to speak or answer any questions, and she felt self conscious sat on display, feeling like an Amsterdam tart waiting for business.  She secretly  admitted that it was erotic, knowing that she was being looked at, desired and that someone would want her enough to bid  for her.

The auction itself was even more nerve racking as she could see the bidders from the stage, who was it to be?  The old man sat at the front that looked as though he was getting off from just being there.  The couple who were sat together and kept looking at their catalogue before discussing every bid.   No it was the guy sat on his own in the third row.

She seemed pleased at that. 

After the auction she had been taken back to the viewing room to await her new owner, and she watched the other slaves being collected one by one, and in one case two being collected by the same bidder.  Now that’s just greedy but might be fun, she thought. 

THE ROOM

She entered into the room, stopped then looked around, and then she shivered, not a shiver of cold but a shiver of anticipation.   The room was dark, lit by candles its walls covered in thick velvet drapes.   Against one wall there was a large carved gothic style four poster bed, against another there was a large elegantly carved cupboard.   Facing the bed and sat away on its own was a large gothic throne chair, again highly carved with the depiction of a lions head carved on one arm and the mask of Satan on the other.

The wall behind the throne held a large mirror in a carved wooden frame and on either side of this mirror sat a pair of wall mounted candle lamps.

Affixed to the final wall but hidden from her view by a covering drape was a large wooden cross, its beams highly polished and waxed, at the end of each beam was a  short steel chain and at the end of the chain a leather shackle.

She stood there as if frozen to the spot, what was this  force, that restrained her, preventing her from turning and fleeing,  she felt powerless a mixture of feelings welling up inside her, fear, panic, anticipation, excitement.  She wanted to turn and run yet her legs were powerless, she knew that to do so would be a sign of weakness, and she was far from weak, she was determined to be strong. She bowed her head and waited.

She neither saw or heard him enter the room behind her, and had no idea how long he had been stood there watching her, but when he spoke it caught her by surprise and she felt herself involuntarily start.   Yet his voice cut through the silence like a knife, penetrating her senses, powerful, commanding, and yet immediately reassuring her with its firmness and strength, in an instant she was no longer afraid. 

“Welcome my dear, do not be afraid I will not hurt you.

I am here to take you on a journey, and on this journey you will see, feel and hear many things that will be new to you.   You are the one who controls how far this journey goes and how long it lasts; remember you can stop at any time by just saying the word.    You know the word?”  It was more a statement of fact rather than a question.

“Yes Sir” was the faint reply, her voice trembling.

She felt a movement behind her, and the gown that she had worn, suddenly fell to the floor, leaving her standing there naked, exposed, vulnerable.   She wanted to cover up, wanted to hide herself from his gaze, cover this body, her nakedness, her perceived flaws and imperfections, thoughts and feelings flashing through her mind.  Yet she stood there and did not move.

Without looking up, she knew he was looking at her, knew that his eyes were slowly examining her, as though examining a work of art in a gallery, appreciative, savouring, devouring every morsel  minute by minute. Then she felt the warmth of his breath on her shoulder as he leant in close and whispered softly in her ear.

“I am very pleased.”

The first touch was not as expected; mind you she didn’t know what to expect that was part of the excitement, the thrill, the desire for her.  She gave a little gasp, which she tried to quickly catch, and then reproached herself for making a sound.

A warm thud as a soft suede flogger fell between her shoulder blades, then again, and again, he was getting into his rhythm now and the strokes were falling in sequence, each stroke not painful but warming and pleasant, slowly adding a pinkish glow to her back.

Then when she was getting used to the rhythm, was readily awaiting the next fall, it stopped….Where was the stroke? Why had he stopped?  She liked it, this wonderful pleasant feeling on her back.  She wanted to ask for more but remained silent.

He was then stroking her, caressing her back soothing the ache that burned within, she felt his stroke, his soft and gentle touch on her skin, he could in turn feel her moving softly slowly in time with his strokes.  Raising her hair he softly kissed her neck, eliciting a slight moan, no a purr of pleasure from within. 

“Yes my little one, you will moan with pleasure.”  He whispered in her ear and led her to the bed.

Lying on the bed she became aware first of how soft and cool it felt on her back, soothing after the flogger’s tail. She was then aware of him taking each hand in turn and slowly fastening them in shackles repeating the procedure with her ankles, leaving her spread, helpless, defenceless, and open to his every whim.

He reached across her and took a handful of her hair pulling her head up to meet his, meeting her lips with his.  A kiss which started soft and gentle but with every second becoming more intense, deeper, more passionate, tasting her, exploring her.   His lips moved down onto her chin, then slowly down her neck. Then in a sudden movement she felt him taking her nipple into his mouth, lips closing around it, tongue teasing, stroking, feeling the nipple becoming hard in his mouth.  Then he was sucking, gently at first but as a moan escaped her lips he sucked harder.

“I see you like that?”   His statement needed no response, he already knew his answer.

Reaching above her he produced a blindfold which he slowly slipped over her head, turning her day into instant darkness, leaving her with a feeling of despair, isolation and vulnerability.   Here she was unable to move, and unable to see what would be coming next.

“This is to heighten your senses my dear, when you are not prepared for it, a touch is magnified, what would be mundane may become pleasurable.  Just relax and enjoy.”

Suddenly she felt something cold being placed on her nipple, but before her mind could register what was touching her, she felt the suction and the nipple was pulled harder and harder, deeper into the cup that was now attached to her.  Then it was repeated to the other nipple, both nipples now being sucked simultaneously, harder and harder till it felt as though they would burst, It was painful and pleasurable at the same time, never before had her nipples been sucked in this way, never before both at the same time and how was it being done, feelings, sensations, thoughts flooded through her body.  She could not see the cupping set attached to her, nor see her nipples now swollen red and distended within the cups.

Being blindfolded she didn’t notice him rise and quietly move to the ornately carved cupboard, opening the cupboard doors revealed four shelves  each carefully prepared in anticipation of her arrival with a selection of items laid out in order.   On the top shelf there sat an ice bucket, and sat amongst the ice was a bottle of chilled water.  Next to this sat a selection of candles, matches, and a lighter.

On the next shelf was a selection of medical instruments ranging from Speculums of various sizes, to Wattenberg wheels, next to these were a box of latex gloves, a box of needles, and tourniquets.  In a small dish sat a selection of medical probes, clamps, and other miscellaneous instruments.

On the third shelf sat various toys of varying sizes and shapes, various dildos, vibrators and butt plugs, and next to these sat a plain wooden box.

On the bottom shelf sat a selection of ropes and cords of varying thicknesses and textures, various chains again of various thicknesses and lengths, and a quantity of padlocks, cuffs and various rolls of different sized duct tape.

He paused for a moment surveying the items laid out before him; he savoured his selection as though he was selecting fine meats at a buffet.  His selection made he quickly scooped some ice into a cup, selected and lit a long white church candle, and returned to the bed.

Reaching over he released the vacuum that was holding the cups onto the nipples, this action produced a slight gasp.

The release of the nipple clamps released a sudden flood of feeling, back into the now  enlarged and extended nipples, every nerve ending seemingly triggered and her normally sensitive nipples where now supersensitive.   Even a slight touch sent shockwaves pulsing through her body.

What she didn’t anticipate was the ice, an ice cube was being gently stroked around her right nipple sending shivers down her spine and making her jump and squirm to its  touch.

He reached over her and raised his hand; in this hand he held the candle, its wax now molten. Gently tilting it the first drops of wax fell, a molten cascade onto her left breast and nipple.  She cried out as it landed; now her supersensitive nipples were receiving two different sensations at the same time, her brain was receiving different signals, contradictory, a sensory overload of pain…no pleasure…she couldn’t decide.

He took an ice cube and slowly brought it down across her stomach making her gasp and squirm even more, lower and lower making patterns with the water till it had finally melted.  Now it was the turn of the wax or so she thought, she braced herself for the hot stinging wax to fall onto her stomach.

When the wax did fall it caused her to cry out, for it was not where she had anticipated, not where she had mentally prepared herself for the pain.  The wax was landing on her inner thigh, starting at her knee and running in a continuous stream higher and higher like clawing hands reaching for her pussy.   She felt his fingers now slowly parting her pussy lips exposing her clit, her most sensitive jewel, her brain screaming messages in her head GOD NO   not the wax on my clit!  She wanted to scream it out loud, but knew better instead she bit her lip and prepared for what she perceived would be agony.  

It wasn’t wax but ice but to her already overexcited mind it felt like it was and she gave a gentle moan.

She was then left to rest for a few minutes, whilst he returned to the cupboard and poured them both a glass of iced water, hers in a beaker with a straw as she would not be released yet. He also made his next selection, his favourite plaything.

The rest was only a few minutes but was long enough for the sting of the wax to subside, and she was slowly relaxing and once again calm, comfortable though still slightly nervous of what was to come.

He moved with a quietly and speedily, the wooden box opened, its contents displayed ready for selection and use.   This was the violet wand, an early medical device used as a cure all by early 20^th century physicians who believed in the therapeutic effects of electricity.    The box contained the coils which would produce a high voltage, low amperage charge which was then fed to a number of interchangeable heads on a wand.  These heads when charged glowed with a violet colour hence the name.   These heads were of different  shapes  a comb, a ball, a probe, a wheel, and  a crescent each one had a different use on different parts of her body.

He selected the crescent and inserted it into the wand , flicked the switch and the box gave of a low hum, This was enough to make her start, the hum seemed incredibly loud to her heightened senses and she tried to establish what was the source.

He leant over her wand in one hand, the other on the dial which controlled the intensity of the charge. He selected the setting marked 3 and the probe started to faintly glow.

Bringing the crescent wand slowly to her breast he watched and waited, closer and closer it came till the gap was close enough for the spark to jump.

First she jumped, this was a new sensation and unexpected, but soon she was again relaxed and lying back.

“How does that feel?”  He asked her

“Tingly, slightly ticklish” she replied.

“Good I think you can try more” was his reply as he turned up the dial. The boxes hum increased and the glow became more intense, and the spark jumped a little further.

Now he turned the probe so that it lay flat across the breast, he almost thought he heard her purr.

He lifted the wand and turned it so that it was now pointed and again he brought it closer to her, this time to her nipple.   The spark jumped and this time she jerked instinctively pulling away as far as her restraints would allow her.

This time it stung like a bee sting on her nipple, though the sensation did not last it was over in a second.   He brought it back flat again, the tingly sensation returned.

He then changed probes choosing a comb shaped probe, this he ran slowly across her stomach over her pelvis and onto her thighs.  Softly stroking and running it up and down her inner thighs.  Now she really was purring like a cat and he could see the slight beads of moisture forming on her pussy lips.

Changing probes again he chose the pointed probe, and again ran it along her thigh this time closer and closer to her pussy lips.  With one hand he gently peeled them apart revealing and exposing her clit.  He then brought the probe close and watched as the spark was jumping directly from the probe onto her clit.  She elicited a moan and her breathing became deeper and more rapid.

Suddenly he was holding her apart; he could see how aroused and wet she was.  Taking the probe he slowly entered her, she was now moaning louder, no longer could she hold it in.

He was using the probe as a dildo and she was reacting more and more her hips bucking in rhythm with the penetrating thrusts.  With one hand he was slowly increasing the power, and she was moaning more and more, closer and closer to her orgasm.

“May I cum?” She asked almost desperately, knowing that even if he said no, she could not stop herself from the impending orgasm.

“Yes my dear, you may”, was his reply as he turned up the wand to the highest setting.   He could both see and feel the orgasm that rose inside her and reached its crescendo in time with the wand.

To her the sensations of the probe inside her had started as a tickling, tingly sensation a sensation unlike any toy or vibrator that she had ever tried or used before.  As it was increased the sparks and jolts that she was feeling was being directed onto her G spot, it was like being explored with a thousand tiny fingers, each reaching and touching the most sensitive parts of her very being.  She was powerless to fight the sensations, powerless to resist the orgasm that built up within.   All that she knew was that the orgasm when it came was as strong, and intense as anything that she had ever experienced before.

After the orgasm had subsided, he held her close and slowly kissed her lips.

“I hope you enjoyed my dear.  I will leave you for a while”, he whispered in her ear kissed her forehead and rose leaving her bound by her shackles.

She didn’t know how long he had left her there bound, or where he had gone, all she knew was that it seemed like an eternity and she felt as though she had slept for ages.   In reality he had left her for only 15 minutes, and for some of that time he had just sat in the throne chair and quietly watched her, observing her and planning what would happen next.

He returned to her and sat by her gently stroking her whilst wearing a sheepskin glove, so soft in fact that it took a few moments for her body to recognise that this was an actual feeling a sensation and not some figment of her imagination.   He started stroking her thighs then stomach and finally was stroking her breasts, her nipples soon reacting by becoming hard and responsive to his touch.   This glove was then changed for a goat skin pelt which he slowly rubbed over her, softly massaging, exploring her body.

She felt him reach down and  felt his fingers on her inner thighs, he was holding her  parting her pussy lips, a finger softly stroking along the slit and around the clit, seeing how wet she still was.   She moaned as this finger slowly entered her and was removed covered in her sweet juices.   He raised this finger and placed it at her mouth.   “Lick it clean” he whispered and she proceeded to taste her own juices from his fingers.

Suddenly she felt something hard and cold slipping into her, it was large and deep and felt nice, she was unable to place the object by feel despite being certain that it felt familiar, almost convinced that it was not a dildo or vibrator.

Then it began to expand, opening up stretching her wider and wider filling her,   how much could she take?  How far would it go?

The answer was apparent when he spun the locking wheel, now her pussy was held wide open, exposing her innermost parts to his gaze.  Slowly he slipped a vibrator into the jaws of the gaping speculum and gently pushed it in, its vibrations magnified through the metal speculum and seeming to fill every inch of her pussy, she started to moan, and gently rhythmically started to move in time with the vibrator which he was slowly slipping in and out.

Once he knew she was wet enough he removed the vibrator, leaving the speculum in place, reached behind himself and produced a length of chain its links each about 1 inch in length.  He slipped this chain into the speculum and started to feed it into her, filling her with it, her pussy accepting with little resistance.  When he felt that he could not slip in much more, he gently released the locking wheel and removed the speculum leaving the chain in situ.  Now he used his fingers to slowly insert the chain filing up the space left by the speculum and filling every available space.  What was left was about 12 inches of chain lying limply between her legs.

He reached up and undid the shackles binding her wrists and ankles to the bed, then slowly raised her to a seated position.  

“Oh my god it feels so full” she cried “what have you put inside me?”  She was still blindfolded and had only feelings to tell her what it was, and she had no idea at all.

Hold your muscles together as I let you stand,   you are to try and hold it in.

He then helped her to a standing position with her legs slightly apart the chain dangling down between her thighs, but not slipping out.

He removed the blindfold then told her to reach down and he placed the end of the chain into her hand.

Now slowly he started to stroke her clit first with his fingers, soft circular patterns around it, still sensitive from before she soon started to moan and respond to his touch.

As she responded more he rubbed harder and harder he could see and feel her responding her orgasm welling up inside her.

He whispered his instructions in her ear.   “When I tell you, you are to gently pull on the chain”. He then returned his attention to her clit and her impending orgasm.

When he felt she was at the point of orgasm he told her to pull the chain, which proceeded to slip and be pushed from her.

“Oh my God!”  She cried as the orgasm tore through her body, her knees weakened and she had to support herself against the bed, the chain lay in a pile on the floor between her legs.

He reached down and picked up the chain and handed it to her it was 6ft in length and she had taken 5ft inside. She looked and yet could not believe just what she had taken.

He left her to recover and quickly went to make two mugs of tea,

He handed one to her and she sat on the bed and started to drink, he sat in the throne chair facing her.  He then called her over and bade her to kneel by his side where he could stroke and run his fingers through her hair.

Having finished his drink  they discussed what had been done so far,  He was using this time to establish her likes and dislike, and finding that she had enjoyed everything to date.

He rose and led her around the room stopping to draw back the drapes revealing the wooden cross affixed to the wall.  He led her up and quickly fastened her hands and ankles in the shackles, she was now spread, as before but this time in an upright position, and this time facing the wall her back to the room.

He reached up and produced a gag which he slipped into her mouth and fastened behind her head.

 He slowly ran his hand down her back over her hips and  onto her cheeks feeling every contour, He brought his hand back and gave a gentle slap onto her cheek it  gave a hollow,  thud and she gave a moan but this was muffled by the gag in place. Again and again he spanked her cheeks, each time getting slightly harder, each time hearing the muffled moan and each time watching as her cheeks became redder and redder with repeated hand prints merging into a general redness.

He changed from using the palm of his hand to a crop, which he was able to wield with accuracy leaving a succession of fine red lines down each cheek,

Coming up behind her he took her hair in his hand, raising it away from her neck. Gently he kissed her neck and asked if she had had enough. Her response partially through pride, not wanting to give in, and partially of wanting to please was a shake of the head no.

He knew and recognised that she would not give in, even when tears would roll down her face.   He could continue to use the crop; even the cane and she would wear the marks for days.  He had seen other Doms do this; he had seen other subs marks after a session.

He also knew that she had said no to stopping.    He put down the crop and picked up a soft light flogger, its tails of the softest suede and proceeded to slowly gently flog her back, once again turning it a nice shade of pink and warm to the touch.

After 10 minutes, he again came up behind her, kissed her neck and asked if she was happy to come down.    This time she knew it wasn’t a matter of pride, or punishment and nodded yes.

Once released, he led her to the bed and lay her down.   This time he joined her, lying next to her holding her close.

She felt close and wanted, and content.

After resting for a while she rose, now she was no longer shackled, she was free to move, respond and now it was her turn to please her Master, after all he had pleased her in so many ways.

Softly she began to stroke him and undress him, as each button of his shirt was undone she was softly kissing his chest, now she was licking and caressing his nipples, her hands softly exploring and undressing him.

Slowly the kisses moved from his chest down across his stomach to the, her hand by now had found and released his hard cock and was she was slowly stroking it.

She knew by the reaction that he was pleased. 

She slowly lowered her head, and her tongue, explored, tasted, licked.  Starting at the tip she was teasing it with her tongue then she was licking the length of his manhood and slowly descended along the shaft till she was slowly gently taking his balls one by one into her mouth.

He reached down and felt her hair, grasping a handful he pulled her up and down onto his cock, making her take him deep into her mouth.  He was big and she didn’t know just how much she could take without gagging? How much would he force her to take?

She soon knew the answer as she felt him deep in her mouth he was holding her hair, pulling her deeper onto him, soon she had taken his length and he was slowly patiently fucking her mouth  and throat.

A new thought suddenly sprang into her head, would he cum deep in her throat, would it be too much and make her gag?  She liked to please, loved the taste but could she take it?

It was as if he had read her mind, for he suddenly pulled her off him, and turned her onto her back.

Holding her arms down he raised her hips high and in one smooth quick movement she felt him enter her.  As he did so she gave a gasp, he was filling her.

“I think you will like it deep” he whispered into her ear, he pulled her thighs higher over his shoulders and entered her deep.   He was entering deep and hard, she felt him inside, the pressure and the pain as he forced himself deep into her, each stroke harder and harder than the last,  she couldn’t help it she couldn’t control it she was cumming.  The orgasm sweeping through her body.

Slowly he was releasing her legs, and pushing them down, what was he doing?  He was still deep inside her, and showed no signs of either cumming or releasing   her.  He pushed her legs together and slowly started to ride her from above.  This was a position she had never done, how could he do this? She thought, his cock was entering deep and penetrating at an angle yet was somehow with each stroke rubbing directly on her clit.  God she knew that it wouldn’t be long before she would again cum.

He never allowed that orgasm, he saw that it was close and knew that if he continued then it would soon become too much for her.

Slowly he kissed her, a deep, passionate, penetrating kiss, tasting her, savouring her.  Whilst he was doing this he was taking her breasts in his hands, nipples between thumb and forefinger, he was slowly manipulating, squeezing, teasing, and pulling on them.   A little moan escaped her lips.   He dropped down taking them in his mouth   licking them each in turn, licks became sucks then bites as he was rolling the nipples along his teeth, and it was as if he was savouring it, tasting her.

He pulled her legs apart and slowly lowered himself down, kissing his way down across her stomach.  With one hand he was holding her lips apart exposing her swollen and dilated clit.   He started to lick and tease it with his tongue.

Whilst licking and nibbling on her clit, he was with his other hand stroking and sliding a finger along her moist pussy walls, slowly he slipped a finger inside, and began to thrust it in and out rhythmically and in time with the strokes of his tongue.  Exploring her, filling her, he could feel her hips moving to meet his every thrust.

Soon it was two fingers then three the thrusting got deeper and her hips bucked more he knew that if he didn’t stop then she would cum again.

Slowly he manoeuvred his fingers round so that his hand was in the shape of her pussy, with each stroke she was taking more and more, each thrust she was getting closer and closer to her orgasm.   He timed it well so that as the orgasm raced through her body he gave a final deep thrust and his hand slipped inside her.   His hand inside her he relaxed and slowly began to play, stroking the inside walls of her pussy finding her G spot, and stroking it with his fingertips whilst she writhed in pleasure, knowing how it felt to be stretched, filled , fisted.

He then decided that it was about time that he should cum himself and he gave her the choice of three.   1.  Mouth and swallowing, 2. Pussy, 3. Arse.

Well saying that he gave her the choice was wrong; he mentioned the possibilities of all three and then decided on her arse.

Turning her over he positioned her on all fours, pussy and arse raised.  Slipping into her pussy he began to rhythmically fuck her pulling her deep onto his cock, whilst doing this he gently slipped a finger deep into her arse and began to finger it in time with his thrusts.  Soon he was slipping two fingers deep and she was taking them without complaint.  He slipped his fingers out and then his cock which he positioned with care. Taking her by the hips he pulled her onto him and he felt his cock stretching trying to enter.  Then in one movement it was in and she gave a gasp.   Once in he proceeded to fuck her deep and hard knowing that his own orgasm was close.

She could feel him deep inside, feel his cock growing with every stroke, knowing that  he was soon to explode his cum deep inside.  The discomfort of his penetration over in a minute and now she knew she was being taken so very deep, so very hard.   Never before had she been fucked this deep and hard in her arse, she didn’t complain, actually was enjoying it, enjoyed being taken used in such a bestial way, for she knew it was what he wanted and she was pleasing him. The final sign of that would be when he came inside her filling her with his cum.

When the orgasm came it was strong and he cried out with pleasure, and pulled her onto him one final thrust deep and hard.

She knew she was taken, knew he was her Dom and Master long before he collared her. Not only did she feel wanted and cherished with every session, she also knew that he was pleased with her.