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| there is a difference in...
"I say these things because i care not, because i mean to cause you pain." and
"I say these things because i care, not because i want to cause you pain."
Say what you mean and mean what you say...
If you are married/attached and looking for a playmate, please do not waste my time by contacting me.
If you are an egotist, please don't contact me.
If you are a burden to society, please don't contact md
If you can't understand this, then just don't bother contacting me at all.
I was told that my attitude wasn't submissive ...shrugs.... I am submissive to no chest thumper. I will be submissive to the one Dominant of my choosing. If it is the last choice I make on my own, you better be darn worth it.
I do know you have to be true to yourself, to your own heart before you can be happy with anything you do in your life.
At this time in my life, I'm on a journey of enlightenment, before I can give my control to another, I must first have it myself. Before I can ask another to meet my needs, I must first learn what those needs are and meet them myself. How can I communicate them to you if I don't even understand them for myself?
I am jaded by men, even within this lifestyle. Respect is something I give freely, until situations happen that cause me to lose that. Trust is not easily given. I'd like to say it must be earned, but that isn't a fair statement. To say something is earn, gives the illusion that one is entitled. That simply isn't the case. Trust is built, plain, simple and understandable.
Right now, I'm not looking for a Dominant. I'm looking for friends, perhaps we can build something stronger than a friendship, if that is what we both desire.
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Name calling and personal attacks during a disagreement does not make you a dominant. It makes you a chest thumper.
Would you want someone who can not control themselves when the moment is heated? What makes you think anyone would.
Respect is a ground, Please try to stay on it at all times. |
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he said there weren't enought attractive people in the group, so he felt it not worth his time to attend local functions... i thought that was pretty shallow. You obviously don't get to know people before you judge them... thank you for walking on past... i was probably to deep for you anyway. |
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Something so simple... so easy... so so so...
I was kneeling before him, naked, on my knees, leaning back, legs spread wide. He was talking to me. He reminded me that should discipline be withheld, in effect, the girl was unworthy of the Master's hand. I firmly understood his words.
"Kiss the whip", he said softly as he gently laid the coiled 6 foot whip into my waiting hands.
There was no fear to be felt. This instrument of absolution was laying there in my hands, the leather was warm from his touch. His scent wafted on the air into my nostrils. I inhaled his essense.
I looked at this extension of the Master. I embraced this opportunity to show obedience and submission and acceptance. Through this, cleansing and joy and freedom could be mine. The wrongs paid in full, the slate wiped cleaned.
I brought the whip to my lips, and drank deeply of the scent of pure leather, feeling my eyes go glassy. Gently kissing the firm material, I ran it under my nose, rubbing it along my cheek, kissing it again and again, accepting this as I would the Master's hand. I kissed the handle and the very tip and every bit of it in between. Soon, there was nothing there, just the whip and the slave… the Dominance and the submission, the glove and the hand, each being fulfilled by the other. An unused whip is merely an object and the unclaimed slave is merely a girl. All too soon it was over, I had kissed the entire length of the whip and still I drank heavily from it's smell. My thirst had been quenched, my spirit sang of happiness. I openly my eyes and saw that the Master was pleased.
I am still amazed at the depths of my feelings following this exercise. I do wish to describe it, but alas, mere words are unfathomable. I ask myself, what is this feeling of profound joy… is it from pleasing the Master… or accepting this instrument of absolution… |
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The Task
She awakens from her slumber, and stumbles to the kitchen to make some hot tea to soothe her sore throat. In the monrings, she enjoys hot coffee, but it's 4:30 in the afternoon. She sits at her computer and prepares to complete her task.
When she laid down to take her nap, not feeling well, she really wasn't in the mood to do anything but sleep. She thought of the task she'd be given and had agreed to comply. Liing there, fully clothed, thinking of the One who had tasked her, she felt the ole familiar stirring deep in her belly. She thought of the stories they had shared, how he admitted to getting hard at her words, how he would not make her beg to be ravished. The stirrings became stronger still.
Climbing out of bed, she shut the door and stripped naked. the coolness of the air kissed her body as her nipples got hard at the though of what was to come. She enjoyed her body, especially her nipples, enjoyed teasing them with clothes pins or clamps, or milking them until they were empty.
Into the closet she goes, returning with a leather bag and a box. Opening the box, she finds different lubes and a few toys. Selecting the one she wanted for her task, she lays it on the bed along with the lube. Opening the leather bag, she pulls out two TENS units and corresponding pads and a vaginal probe.
She sits on the bed, looking at herself in the mirror, this is the image he would see.... her, nicely tanned, legs spread wide, tits gently rising and falling with each breath. She sits back as if he will walk thru the door any moment and caught her in her glory... closing her eyes and her opening her imagination he does exactly that.
Opening the door, he walks in, sees her naked, waiting for him. He sees the toys and knows her needs. He's rock hard and ready to just fuck her, not a lot of ceremony in it. He orders her to roll over on her belly and spread her cheeks. He smacks her ass and lubes the plug she has selected. He bites softly into her flesh and fingers her tight hole. "Give it up to me my little bitch."
As he presses inward, she whimpers to him to please go slow, it has been a long while since they have done such. He proceeds slowly but steadily, after all, he know she doesn't feel well and this is her obedience to Him showing through. He slowly inserts the butt plug and massages the soft mounds of ass cheek. He smiles, even those are tanned.
"Show me your pussy," he commands as she rolls onto her back and delights in seeing his manhood as she spreads her legs wide for him. He fingers her hood jewelry, watching her eyes roll back into her head, enjoying hearing her soft pleasurable moans. "I will not fuck you, little one, as much as i want to, I won't. You are sick and well, i won't let you go without either. " He picks up the TENS unit and attaches the lead and vaginal probe. "I know how you like this when I'm not home, and i know you were planning to use it so I will place it for you." He lubes the probe and begins to finger her pussy. "Geez, woman, you are so wet already. Hurry up and better , I have to fuck you soon, and I want your ass." Watching her eyes filled with adoration for him, he inserts the probe and positions it just the way she likes it. Pulling her into a sitting position He picks up the other TENS unit and opens the case, attaching the leads and pads. Putting the contraption down he lefts her tits to his mouth and chews on the tender flesh. He loves playing with her nipples almost as much as she does. Placing the pads on either side of the nipples as close as he can making sure the metal of the jewelry isn't under the pad, he gives her nipples one final squeeze. He looks at her pussy once again and position her jewelry just so, "Now, lie back and tell me when," he says as he adjuists the two units. "You may touch, squeal, anything you like but you must cum for me and cum hard" He sit in the chair to watch as her inhibitions flow out the window.
She lies back on the bed to enjoy the sweet sensations as the electricity flowed onto her body, the nipples feeling as if they are being squeezed, the vagina, being tightened and loosen, much like having a large cock slide in and out. The setting is set to "orgasm" and it ebbs and flows, some current stronger and faster, some slow and easy. she reaches down and touches her hood piercing, he has pulled the ball under the hood, so with each touch, the clit is stimuated. She rubs the tiny nub harder and faster, he sees the probe current building and know she is building along with it. He turns the current up just a smidgen on both the pussy and the tits, seeing her eyes widen and squeeze shut, he grins to himself. "cum for me, little one. give Daddy your orgasm." He sees her body curl into convulsions, wave after wave of agonizing exstacy. He can see her eyes rol into the back of her head even without her opening them. She lies still for a moment, still enjoying the current, not knowing how long it took, She knew it wasn't long, it never was. But still she lies quietly for a moment. Recovering from her experience, she turns the units off and puts the pads back on thier plastic keeper, the probe is set aside until she gets up. She thought about removing the plug but decided to leave it in. She dresses in a pair of shorts and a top, no bra and no panties. Washing the probe and putting away the evidence of her afternoon, she lies on the bed, covers with a light blanket and falls into a deep slumber.
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The Tease, part 2
The leather falls caress her soft tanned skin. Silently, she aches for more, knowing He will provide for her in His time. H picks up the floggers matching sister, and runs it under her nose, "Drink the scent, my love, soon it will be the scent alone that drops you to your knees ." As she takes a heady inhalation, he drags the twin across her shoulder and down her back.
He crosses the floggers and strikes her back softly, enjoying the way she arches into each motion. Slowly at first, he picks up speed, working with the ebb and flow of her body's rhythm. They dance the dance of Sir and girl, each giving their own energy, filling the other and feeding off the other. The falls land on her back, she postitions her backside so that he knows she wants, needs it to take the kisses of leather.
He delights in watching her tanned skin turn pink under his careful tending. She listens intenly for the swoosh of the falls, arching her body to meet them. He marvels at her soft moans of pleasure, words yet to be spoken yet saying so much. He has learned already to listen to her body language, for she is incapable of saying coherent words. He puts His hand in the middle of her back, she arches to Him, wanting, begging for His touch. He wraps His arms about her frame, feeling her essence, becoming one with her spirit. He touches her nipples hard and taunt. Squeezing them gently, He hears her sigh. Taking the chain that holds the clothes pins zippers together he yanks without notice as he sees her jump with unanticipated sensation. The grimace on her face tell it's own story, He massages the tissue in response, feeling her spirit melt once again into His.
"Are you alright?" He whispers. She answers with a kiss, soft and gentle.
Taking a step back, he picks up a paddle, one of her favorties, he runs it across her back and down to her buttcheeks. The cool sensation of the wood, soothes the skin, but not for long as he swings back and lands a blow straight away across both cheeks. "Oh," she jumps but settles back into postion. He rubs the redness before pulling back to swing once again. This time he chooses one cheek then the other and alternates the spanks. She bites her lip to keep from crying. He stops and rubs her backside, and soothes her emotions.
Knowing how she loves the floggers, he picks up the heavy suede ones. Once again, she drinks in thier scent, falling prey to the submission they evoke. The strikes land firmly yet soft, gradually working up. "Spread your legs," He commands. Without thought, her legs spread. She feels the leather as it caresses her womanhood, making her wetter by the moment. "You belong to me, do you hear me?"
"yes, Master, Sir, I am Your property, Your submissive, Your lover, Your friend, Your slut. My mind, body, and spirit belong to you, my Sir."
"You will wear my marks proudly." and with this, the cane came across her thighs. Tears fell from her eyes. She wasn't sure if they were tears of pain or tears of joy at being His. Again and again, the cane claimed it's marks. She jumped with each lashing, tears streaking down her face. He stopped abruptly and wrapped His arms around her body, "Say it, please say it. I need to know you are capable of saying it. I need to know you are not afraid to say it and that you trust that I think still higher of you for saying it"
He hadn't intended it to be like this, she was a sensual sub but something changed during the dyanamic and he needed to know her in the farthest depths. Tears fell from his eyes as he silently begged her to use her safe word. He needed her to know she was safe to use it and he would love her just the same for using it. She ever so softly mouth the word, he almost didn't hear it. He untied the restraints and lay her on the bed, and covered her shivering body with a light blanket. He picked up the toys and got her a glass of water. He lay beside her for a long time thinking of how she didn't wish to use to her safeword, but knowing this is something he is going to have to teach her. |
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The Tease
The blaring alarm pierces the quiet of the early morning, shattering the calm stillness. He jerks awakes, his arm reaching out to slap at the obtrusive noise. All goes quiet once more. Rolling over, searching the bed, he finds he is alone. He glances towards the bathroom, the light is out. He lies there for a moment longer, wishing she was there next to him.
Taking a deep breath, he smells the aroma of coffeeteasing him out of bed. He smiles to himself, how did he get so lucky this time. He wanders into the bathroom, there, on the counter, next to his in the holder, is her toothbrush. She has come home, is here to stay.
Fresh out of the shower, he patters down the hallway into the kitchen, dressed in his towel. She looks over her shoulder at him and beams. Here is her reason for being here, his heart, his smile, everything about him makes her giddy. She comes to him and stretches up on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on his lips. "Good morning, Sir. It's going to be a lovely day. Come have breakfast."
He glances out the window, "A lovely day huh? looks kinda gloomy to me."
He smiles, watching his shirt dance across her bare bottom as she moves back and forth, setting his coffee and breakfast on the table before him. He could get used to this. It was so nice to have a woman care enough to get up early and do this for him. He had told her she didn't have to, but it was simply her way of showing her appreciation for all that he does for her. He motions for her to sit in the chair next to him. She complies with a big smile still firmly plastered on her face. "What do you have planned for today?"
"Just the errands we talked about last night, Sir. Anything you want me to do today?"
He can't help but see the flicker of gleam in her eyes and her grin grows micheivious. He grins inwardly allowing her to enjoy her secret. He is learning not to spoil her school girl gleam by asking to many questions. With breakfast eaten, he announces it's time to get ready for work.
She follows him into the bedroom explaining she has gotten his clothes ready and his shoes are sitting by the bed. Oh yes, he could really get used to this. Since she has been here, the laundry stays done, the kitchen stays clean, dinner on the table when he comes home, a hot breakfast every morning, his clothes laying out for him. Yes, she is good to him, very good. He counts her among his blessings.
Sending him out the door to go to work, she gives him a deep tender kiss, a kiss that promises more to come. This is the way she sends him off, with that unspoken promise.
Stepping out the door, he wishes this day was over already and he was back in her arms. The sky is dark, the sun hiding behind the clouds, it's cold and damp. Dismal, so opposite of what it is inside his home, with her there.
He gets to work and reaches deep into his pocket to put his keys away, he feels a piece of paper. Pulling it out, he reads it, simple but effective: You've got email. Pulling out his phone, he recieves a picture of a pair of black stockings hanging over the doorknob. His mind goes into that special place of wandering. Perhaps today won't be so bad after all....
After his first client of the day leaves, he checks his email again, intending to look at the stockings, but seeing a new picture... candles lit in the bathroom, bubbles just over the rim of the tub... he loves her subtle ways of capturing his imagination and gently guiding it where she wants it to go....
he hates that he has another client to deal with, he'd rather go home.
Another email appears, this one contains her collar and some rope.... his body is begging him to call it a day and go home and take her to the heights of exstacy.
After his next client is out the door, he pulls pulls out his keys and the paper fall to the floor, he bends to pick it up and the scent of her perfume teases his nose, the smell so light, like she has past by and it is on the breeze that kisses his cheek. After lunch, he finds another email, this time his favorite shirt barely covering her nipples, her areolas peeking out. He can just barely see the silver in her jewelry, daring him to move closer to see if he can get a better look. Two clients later, he recieves another picture, this one showing a pair of fuck me shoes. The tension caught up in his pants is evident as he tried to hide it from the next client. He can't wait to get home, does he just want to throw her on the bed and fuck her brains out, or wait and see what she has in mind, or paddle her backside for teasing him so, then fuck her brains out. Between the last two clients, she sends a last email, one of her own juices overflowing his coveted prize. Oh yes, this will be bringing him home as quickly as possible tonight.
Opening the top drawer to his desk, he pulls out the evidence of her last daytime visit with him. She had come to take him to the park for a picnic lunch. It was just yesterday. It was warm yesterday, she was wearing a sundress, the blanket spread out, they laughed and ate lunch. He whispered a desire, she took it happily as a chance to fulfill him, "I want your panties, here, now. "
With a shy grin, and no complaint, she wiggled out of her panties and handed them over, whispering, "Be careful Sir, I'm sure they're a bit damp."
Sir picks up the thongs, and gently nuzzles his nose in them, breathing in her female fragrance. Yes, she is on for some attention tonight.
As he gets out of the car in the drive, he can smell the steaks on the grill. This is his girl. She opens the door but doesn't greet him on the sidewalk as usual. He kinda likes her mystery. Walking onto the porch, he can see why she didn't greet him outside, she stands, waiting for his entrance, wearing the garter and stockings, those fuck me shoes, a tube type dress that just covers her rear.... yeah, this is what he wanted tonight, the dismal day floated by unnoticed thanks to her.
Throwing her arms around his neck, she kisses him deeply, welcoming him back. She tells him how she has missed him and has thought of pleasuring him all day. Glancing at him with a siy grin, she hands him a glass a cold iced tea and leads him to the dinner table. She bends to take his shoes off, and he tell her to sit and eat her dinner with him. She smiles and complies, taking care to see to it that his glass is full and his wants are met.
After dinner, he pulls her to her feet and leads her to the sofa. "Tell me my pet, what has been on your mind all day. You have teased me mercilessly and I'm not quite sure what to do with you yet."
She grins at him and whispers,"'But Sir, there is so much I desire to show you tonight. May I, please Sir?"
"Granted," his voice is soft and almost inaudable as he feels her soft lips against his cheek. To have a woman so sensual, desiring to please him is a gift in itself. He relaxes, embracing her raw passion, her ambition to treat him as he should be.
She slides off the sofa, onto the floor, when she takes his shoes off and rubs his feet, taking care to rub between the toes and get the heels as well. She massages his ankles and feels the stress leaving his body. She gets on her knees and leans into his lap, reaching to unbutton his shirt, one button slowly at a time, teasing his chest hair as she goes. He stands and pulls her up, she takes his shirt off and rubs her face into his chest, stopping to enjoy the firm loud beat of his heart. Her nails lightly run down the muscles of his back, sending slight chills over him. "That feels good." he whispers.
She unbuckes his belt and loosens his pants, freeing the cloth from his body. Pulling his boxers over his hips, she hungrily eyes the object of her desire. As her knees begin to buckle, she pulls her up, "Not yet, my pet, let's take a shower."
Snickering at him, she tells him the bath is almost ready, and pulls him towards the bathroom. In the tub is a short stool, a dish and the bath supplies. He looks at her puzzled. She montions for him to sit for a moment while she readies his bath. As she leans over, she gives him a direct shot of her girlie bits. He wanted to take her right then and there. He reached up and touched her there, she was wet, she was always wet. He tasted her, she always tasted good.
She motioned for him to get into the tub, and sit on the stool. Puzzled, he complied. Takeing the dish, she filled it full of water as it flowed freely from the spiget. Pouring it over his head, he felt it's warmth as it immediately began to rinse his troubles down the drain. She washed his hair and rinsed it in the same fashion, one dish of water at a time. She washed his back and front and everywhere else, taking her time and massaging the skin as she went, each time, rinsing with a dish of warm water. This experience was different but so very sensual, she tending his body, and he enjoying her movement, her attention. When she was done, he stood as she rinsed him with hot water then cold. He wasn't happy with the cold, but she explained the hot water rinses away the lactic acid on the skin and the cold water closes the pores. He did feel invigorated afterwards. She dresses him in his boxers and a tshirt, her favorites and leads him into their bedroom. He sees the toybag is open and an array of toys are on the bed.
She looks into his eyes, something she rarely does when she is in this state. She doesn't blink, he in turn looks at her face, his eyes resting on hers, he can see into her depths. He sees her hopes, her fears, her dreams, he can see her questions, her wants. Looking deeper, he sees her deepest need... to be his. She looks away, he uses a finger to bring her eyes back to his. He reaches out and picks up her collar. "Do you want this? " She looks at him, the need overflowing her eyes. "You NEED this tonight, don't you."
She desperately tried to find her voice as she says "Yes, Sir" but no words come out.
He kisses her softly as she offers her hands for the ropes. Seeing her desperation to give to him, he smiles. He sits in the chair and pulls her over his knees, raising her dress to expose her ass to his delight. He rubs the warm skin, teasing the creases between her thigh and leg, dipping a finger into her folds, feeling her wetness. He drags his finger across her garter, trailing it along the line of the straps over her cheeks and to the stockings. With his other hand, he reaches around and massages her nipple. Pulling her off his knees, so that she is still on her knees, he pulls down her top, freeing her breasts. The erect nippes strain towards him, aching for his touch. He tweeks the hard nubs between his fingers, a soft moan escapes her throat. "My girl likes this, no?" The look in her
eyes tell him her truth. She needs him to use her, use her well for his pleasure. With one hand on her breast, he smacks her bottom, sending her jumping.
"Thank you Sir" is mouthed but again no words come out. He repeats his movements , smacking her ass cheeks and massaging her breasts. "Sir, i need to cum. may i please cum?"
"Oh do you now?" he feels her lips. the small amount of stimulation was more than she could stand. her body involuntarily convulsed and she filled his hand with her juices...
She grabs for His legs as her body releases wave after wave of energy. His fingers slip deep into her pussy, the muscles sucking him in. Breathlessly, she regains her composure. "I'm sorry Sir, I couldn't help myself."
He smiles to himself, knowing her days endeavors have had her worked up as well. "You were so worked up, you just couldn't help yourself, eh? I won't punish you this time but you will drink from me."
Happily she begins to tug at his boxers. "Excuse me? Did I say you could begin?"
Quickly, she drops to the floor and lowers her eyes, "I'm sorry, Sir. Please forgive me." He sits once more in his chair, she crawls over to Him and puts her head on His knee. "I'm sorry, Sir." His quietness unnerves her. She gets on her knees and leans over His lap, placing her bottom in postion. Still nothing. She waits a moment longer then asks, "Sir, May I get an instrument of punishment for you so that I may be cleansed of my indiscretion?"
He did enjoy her willingness to take her punishment, her need to ask for it even. "Hold out your hands". She held out her trembling hands. He smacked them lightly. "I'm dissapointed that you didn't mind your manners." Seeing a small tear shimmering on her eyelid, he knew those words shook her world. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek. "It's over, you are fine, it's ok now, now
where were we? I believe you were over my lap showing me that beautiful backside of yours...."
Without further adue, he pulled her over his lap and firmly smacked her bottom, smacking it over and over until it was hot and red, small welts rising up. His girl was squirming on his knee. Suddenly without notice, he shoves his fingers deep into her wet love nest, drenching his fingers... she wiggles and moans softly, he, feeling her changes, pushes her off his lap and grins, it was unceremonious, there she lay, on hands and knees, looking up at him in disbelief. They both start to giggle. He pulls her up and guides her to the wall and the eyebolts... "I don't know what I want to torture first, your front or your back" she giggles.
Taking a long rope out of His bag, he ties her cuffs to the bolts with enough slack so that she can twist and turn around..., "there, I can get all of you."
"Turn, face me."
She turns, looking at him, a shy smile on her lips. He knows she enjoys showing her body for Him, but she still glows pink on her cheeks at doing so. He comes close to her, breathes in her scent, whispers naughty things in her ear..."I've been waiting for this all day. You're so willing to please me, you stay wet for me, giving of yourself, doing my bidding. I like the way you spoil me, the way you do things for me and see it as a pleasure and not a duty. I want you to enjoy and remember tonight. I want tease you, taunt you, torture you, use you, fuck you and make love with you. Yes, tonight is the real beginning for us." He kissed her lips, soft and warm and inviting, his tongue exploring the inner depths of her mouth, plundering and tasting. She has changed her tongue ring it seems, this tip feels spiky yet soft. She intended to pleasure him really well. He kisses her neck, his tongue tasting and teasing. Her head falls back giving more exposure to his delight.
"Sir? please, Sir." Her breath is ragged, He wraps his hands around her breasts and squeezes them gently. "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Please, Sir, please, would you please bite me?"
He encircles her in his arms, holding her tightly, gently nibbling her neck, feeling her squirm against him. "Harder, Sir, Please. Oh, please." He finds that sensitive spot, just between the collar bone and the muscle strand, He sinks his teeth into her neck, sucking and rubbing the soft flesh with his tongue. her knees buckle. He catches her by the soft wet pussy lips, his finger sliding inside, he pulls her back to her feet. He releases her neck, lowering his attention to her full heavy breasts. Cupping them, he licks at her nipples, getting them hard and erect. Her eyes are closed and he begins to nibble on the stiff peaks. She arches her back towards him, willing more into his mouth. He sucks harder, tasting a hint of milk. He squeezes and sucks until she is begging him to bite her and mark her. He buries his teeth into her breasts, sucking and gently chewing, making sure his mark will be there for days. Hearing her sighs of contentment, He releases his teeth grip and massages the bite.
He stands back and looks at her, her cheeks turning pink again. "You are so beautiful to me. You know this, right?" He turns to the bed, and picks up a set of clothes pin zippers... she smiles... he places them carefully around her tits, connecting the two chains. "Turn around and spread your legs."
Without hesitation, she complies. She can hear him moving around behind her. She turns her head to see what he is doing. They've not been together very long, and she is learning to trust him. "Turn your head, please. One day, you will trust me, and you will be forbidden to look"
Quietly, she turns her head to position.
He brings the leather flogger under her nose, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. This one is her favorite, the falls are soft and smooth, a good warm up/cooling down flogger. He drags the leather over her shoulder and runs it across her back.
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Time... time heals all wounds. Saddened is my heart, the shattered pieces laying about, scattered across my mind. Reason searches the chaos, finding the pieces and putting them back into their proper places.
The girl in me cries for losing such a wonderful man, the woman in me knowing it is in His best interest.
The chaos, the remanants of what was, left behind, yes, time will wash away the hurt, sunshine will bring warmth and gladness again. For now, I must wait out the storm and trust that soon I can begin again. |
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That day was a good day, the October air was crisp but not cold yet. Work had gone great, no creapy or mean people came thru on her line that day. It was a Tuesday. She had promised her mentor and his slave some andue sausage and today was a good day to fetch it and take it to them. Upon knocking, the door opened and she was welcomed. Presenting her offering of the sausage, the mentor said her gift was received with gladness and she would be rewarded. We sat and talked and suddenly the mentor asked if he could spank her. They had talked, he knew she enjoyed spankings. Having seen him scene with his slave and his sub, and knowing he liked to spank them naked and chained to a eyelet in the ceiling, she thought nothing of it when he told her to strip and present her wrists for handcuffs. Even being chained to the eyelet, didn't frighten her near as much as when he told his slave to get his equipment bag. He knows she's never been flogged or anything other than a hand spanking, surely he isn't going to take her where she's not ever gone without talking to her, is he? Pulling out several paddles, he tells her he wants to see if she is a pain slut. His slave giggles and the captive is horrified. She bears his scars. She quickly reminds him this is her first time. In return she hears, "This is gonna hurt" as she feel the sting of the first hit land across her backside. She lets out a groan, God that hurt, tears sting her eyes. Tearing the ligaments in her leg didn't hurt that much. Again and again the paddle fell against her skin.
After several blows, the paddle turned into a flogger. She thought 'Thank god, I've seen him with the floggers, he doesn't hit that hard.' She was wrong. The flogger was a cat o nine tails... tiny falls, they stung and she welted immediately. The mentor stopped a moment and looked at her, tears flowing down her cheeks. She said red. He laughs, it was an evil laugh. He says 'you can take more than that'. Picking up another paddle he begins to punish her backside again, she can feel the welts and the heat rises, and she calls red. He says to quit being a pussy. His slave is astounded that he would not stop. The next flogger was a dragon tail with a metal tip... it leaves deep black bruises. first her upper back, then lower and hips and her legs, oh god her legs hurt. He turns her around and starts hitting her breasts... rings rings, she call. Her rings had been in for three weeks. She feel her left breast burst into flames. She cries 'please stop red red'. The evil laugh echos in her mind still. Next the right breast is turned into a fire pit. He turns her around and starts on her back again. She feels something hot trickle down her side, she can barely see thru the tears. It's red, she calls 'red red'. and that was all she remembered. When she came to, she was freezing. She was wrapped up in a blanket, laying on the couch. To this day, she doesn't remember getting off the eyelet. Her stomach lurches and the slave is there holding a bucket to catch the contents of her stomach. The slave is crying and apologizing. The mentor comes into the room and sees that she is awake. He informs her it is time to fuck. She begs him no. Her body hurts and she can't even get up. She tries to stand and loses her footing. He catches her and drags her into the bedroom and throws me onto the bed. She again tell him no. His slave stands in the doorway and cries as she watches his assault. When he is done, he tells her she can leave if she can walk. Finding her inner strength, she gets up, run to her clothes. She finds a broken nipple ring on the floor. Reaching up to her breasts, she realizes both have had the rings ripped out and her nipples were still bleeding. Not stopping, she grabbed up her clothes and her purse, thank God she leave the keys right on top. She bolts for the door, the slave assuring her that she has time to get her clothes on, she is not willing to take the chance. As she leaves, she vows to never look back, to use this as a learning expierence and to hold no grudge.
this is based on a true story, it is shared so that all of us remember to be safe and to NEVER allow someone to tie you up that you do not trust with your life.
copyrighted 2010, all rights reserved and permission must be granted for publication 2010.
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Jamaica Day 3
She awakens amid her own soft moans. Oh God, this feels so good. The tenderness, the care, every stroke of his tongue on her lips makes her curl in need. Her legs try to close involuntarily, but they can’t. She realizes he has her tied up. Oh yes, what a perfect way to wake up on her birthday. Slowly opening her eyes, he sees she is already floating, still in a dream like state.
"Happy birthday, pet. Relax and enjoy this morning."
"Good morning, Sir. Thank you for doing what you're doing.... Oh.... Yes, Sir, thank you. Sir, please take me."
"Not yet pet. I'm not ready yet." He drives his tongue deeply into her womanhood, his nose rubbing her clit. He feels her tense then lie back on the pillow. He replaces his tongue with his finger. "You will have three orgasms before I fuck you pet. This is your day to be pampered and spoiled."
"I am pampered and spoiled Sir. You pamper and spoil me every day."
He drives his fingers deep and commands, "Cum now." He tongues her clit, drinking her juices as they squirt from her. He is glad he put her in restraints this morning; otherwise, she might have broken his nose with her movements.
"Oh yes, Thank you Sir. Thank you. Yes, yes yes" she purrs.
"That's my girl." He pulls her fingers out and slides one into her ass. "That's tight, little one. We'll need to loosen that up for later. "
"Oh please, Sir. Take it."
"Wanton wench, you are, young lady." He slips a 2nd finger in, "Cum again." Her body convulses into orgasm as he smiles upon her. It is so great to have this much control over her. He unclasps her restraints, preparing to take what is his. He dives into her clit again, make her convulsions last that much longer.
"Oh, Oh, Oh. I...have....to...cum.....again....."
He climbs on top of her and shoves his cock deep within, "Cum now!" He fills her with his meat while she writhes and struggles against the orgasm's release. Whimpering helpless, pulling him to her, he pushes in deeper, letting her ride the waves. He firmly plants her with all his weight, still she is able to rock him with her energy. She bucks and squirms under him. He relishes in her lust. Slowly, she lies quietly under him, sweating and panting heavily.
Now it is his turn. He starts to move within her, she responds with equally matched energy. He thrust hard into her, her next move is to buck up into him. She uses his own body against him as she wraps her arms under his to get a better grip...she bucks up harder. "I need it Sir. I need it hard, and furious."
"You do, eh?"
He pulls her ankles up and restrains them to her wrists, opening her for his assault. She purrs, "Yes, Sir. Take it, please. Make it hurt, please."
"Ok pet, you asked for it, you got it." With that he plunges as deep as he can, hearing her yelp and whimper. "Are you ok?"
"Yes, Sir" comes her response, thru tight pursed lips.
"Your eyes are bulging," he grins.
"Full" is the single worded answer.
"Want me to stop?"
"Oh no, Sir. Just wasn't expecting THIS!"
He chuckles evilly... "Careful what you ask you, little one."
He releases her restraints once more and pushes into her once more. She is so easy to read, her response is slow and easy this time, so he takes her slow and easy, long and hard, enjoying the way she is so giving during their intimate times.
"Oh...."
He hears her softly call his name. This is the only time she is allowed to call him by name, when she is giving herself to him the man, not him the Dom. "Yes, Baby. Give it up to me. Give me your heart in this one Baby." He looks into her half-lidded eyes, beyond the pupils... he sees into her soul...there she is... his woman, his submissive, his slave, his acceptor, his need, his desires, his best friend, his confidant, his lover, his absolute. Yes, there she is... everything about her is his. "Don't hold it in, Baby, give it to me. Cum with me."
Hearing his words whispered in her ears, her body turns hard and jolting. Waves of ecstasy course thru her, causing her to thrash in wild abandon, her whimpers sound more like soft cries for help. "That's it, darling, give it to me, to your man." She clings to him, helpless to her need, calling his name softly. He holds her tight as he explodes inside her, causing her to curl into him as their sweat and energy expends itself to a dying ember. They say nothing, their love making saying it all. She remains snug against him, not wanting this moment to end. He holds her until he feels her go soft in his arms and she lets out a long sigh of contentment. He's put his girl back to sleep, having used all her energy. He rolls her and cuddles her to his chest, holding her while she rests.
He lets her sleep a half hour then orders room service, letting her rest as much as possible for today is a really big day for her. The knock on the door awakens her. Sleepily she sits up. He brings her a tray with breakfast and a rose. "Good morning, again. Happy birthday. Eat up, I have big plans for you today."
She looks at him shyly. He loves the way she has that look. He only sees it when she has made love with him, not just having the sex fun, but loving him. She smiles and eats quietly.
"I found your swimsuit. Somehow it found its way into my suitcase..." She smiles. After our shower this morning, I want to take you shopping. "
"Shopping, Sir? For what, Sir? I have everything I could possibly want."
"How about a new paddle?"
"Oh." She was quiet. He smiles to himself, knowing how she doesn't like paddles. She much prefers his hand on her bare bottom than a paddle any day, but this paddle will be special.
After her shower, she sees he has laid out a new dress with new lacy bra and matching panties. Her sandals are on the floor next to them. Her brush and ponytail holder are lying next to it. She adores the way he picks out her clothes when they go out together. At home, he allows her to choose her clothes, unless he is taking her out. He learned this is another area she relishes control, not because he wants her to, but because she wants to.
He stands behind her, looking in the mirror at them both. Her arms are around his neck, elongating her body. He pulls up her dress, looking at her panties. "You won't be wearing those for long today, you know."
"Thank you, Sir. You know I don't like wearing panties that much."
"Careful what you wish for, pet"
She eyes him suspiciously. "What do you have in mind for me today, Sir?"
"You'll see,"
He leads her down the shopping strip, going from store to store looking at the trinkets that are being offered. A bracelet, a matching anklet, he offers to get the necklace as well. "But I'd have to take off my collar. Thank you, Master, but I do not want the necklace."
They come upon a cabana where it is obvious that a party is in full swing. "Let's see what is going on in here." She follows obediently, not voicing that she feels they are intruding. It is a birthday party. It isn’t until everyone yells "Happy Birthday!" that she realizes this is for her. She blushes from embarrassment as she begins to recognize some of their friends who have come here to celebrate with them.
Sir looks at his pet, "Sweetie, you're hot. Here, let me cool you off." He picks her up and promptly dumps her into the pool, clothes, shoes and all. She comes up sputtering, raising her hand for him to help her out. Once she latches on, she does her best to pull him in, instead he raises her out without effort. "Oh look, she's all wet... who votes that she should be stripped?" Amid the woots and hollers, he strips her down. He puts her collar on and attaches a leash. "Can't have a beautiful naked slave without a collar and a leash."
Someone hands her a helium balloon and she doesn't grasp it completely. It floats up and bumps into a tree branch, with the string dangling just out of her reach. She reaches for it without success. She stands on her tip toes and reaches for it again, still nothing. She hugs the tree, standing on tiptoe reaching as far as she can, raising a leg trying to crawl up the tree. Her Master sees this lovely sight from the bar and has a wonderfully devilish idea. He talks to another Dom standing nearby, pointing to her just as she turns around, still unsuccessful at retrieving the balloon.
Sir motions for her and she obeys. The two men continue their conversation. "What do you think of your party, pet?"
"Sir, I think everyone needs to be naked...”
He lets out a laugh. His friend whispers something in his ear and departs. "You do, aye? Well, Ok. Your wish is granted." He turns to the guest and whistles to get their attention. "May I have your attention please? Pet, here, wants everyone to be naked, so here is the deal. Yesterday, she enjoyed being tied to a tree and fondled so much that today, I think we'll tie her to a tree and let all Dom/mes paddle her for her birthday. Once you have paddled her, then please you and your sub undress. This way, everyone gets a turn at helping her celebrate." He turns and looks at her staring back at him with mouth dropped open.
"I didn't agree to this."
He reaches down and feels her wet pussy. "No, but the thought turns you on." He turns back to the guests..."AND you can play with her all you want, but no fucking her. Toys will be on the table by the tree."
"Master!"
He smiles wickedly, "You know it turns you on, don’t deny it. Admit it." She says nothing, just looking at him with a grin. "Admit it" He pulls her hair gently, making her look at him. He tweaks a nipple hard. "Admit it."
"Yes, Sir. The thought of it turns me on, Sir." He leads her to the tree, and tells her to stand in the chair with her belly to the tree. He is opposite her, tying her in. Next are her arms then her legs. She's tied in a sitting position, hugging the tree, her bottom shining to all the guests.
"I'm leaving the chair here so anyone who wants to play with your nipples can do so. You're too high for anyone to fuck you, but they may put toys inside you. You do not have to ask permission to cum for now. I'm here if it gets to be too much. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir. Thank you Sir." She offers her kiss and he accepts it.
He gets off the chair and looks at her ass hugging the tree.... he swats her, "Stick it out, girl. I want to play with that pussy too." He attaches a D-ring and a paddle to an ankle cuff and places it on her ankle. he announces to the crowd, "Let the spanking begin!" He swats her once on both cheeks, and teases her pussy lips a moment..."Next!"
Lady Dragon is next. She unwraps her gift for the birthday girl so that she can see. "I got you this..." she shows her a monster clit vibrator with a forced orgasm belt... "Your Master has told me of your high energy level. Let's see if it works..."
Dragon turns her vibrator on and touches pet's clit.
"Oh my! Oh thank you Sir, I mean MA'AM. Thank you Ma'am."
"Young lady, since it is your birthday, I won't have your Master punish you, but I spank you!” With that she removes the paddle from pet's ankle and swats her twice. She rubs the red slashes and soothes it, "Happy birthday, angel."
"Thank you, Ma'am."
JT takes his turn. He unwraps his gift and hands it to Master. "I will let him use this whip on you. Not to say, I wouldn't love to whip you with it." He swats her butt with his hand. He climbs on the chair and pinches and pulls on pet's nipples while someone inserts a butt plug and attaches a harness... "No getting away from this one either." More swats come her way. Jules places a set of clamps on her lips. His submissive hands him a vibrator which he inserts into pet's dripping pussy. "Thank God for duct tape" he says as he straps it to the tree. Pet is going crazy wiggling and trying to get away from all the stimulation.
“Oh please.... Oh thank you, please, oh god." Her body tenses but her movements are limited; her energy is released thru her voice. Everyone laughs and enjoys her torture, Dom and sub alike.
"How many spanks, pet?"
"Sir, I don't know."
"Why do you not know? Didn't you count them?"
"Sir, I didn't remember to count them."
"Pet, I didn't tell you to. I counted 42. You've been up here in the tree for an hour. How many orgasms?"
"Several, Sir. Can I get down now? My feet are numb?"
"Sure, But we need to finish up your full birthday spanking..." He unties the lashes and pulls her off the tree. Over his knee she goes to finish the full complement of spanks. Her ass is glowing bright red and her feet warm up. For good measure he leads her around to each guest so that she can thank them once again.
"We'll see you all there this evening at dinner" he announces to the guests. The birthday girl and her Master depart the party with gifts in hand. Master informs her of which toys he only will be allowed to use. He looks at her wickedly. "I have a new dress for you for dinner tonight and new shoes as well."
"Master, you spoil me so."
"You have to earn the right to use some of these toys, and the right NOT to have some of them used on you." She thinks of the clit vibe and the paddles.
"I promise to be good, Sir"
He grins evilly, "You better be very good."
Once the door has closed behind them, He can't wait any longer. He whirls her around and starts stripping her clothes off as fast as he can. He is behind her, his weight pushing her against the wall. He pulls her hair and whispers, "I'm going to fuck you so hard you scream for me, Bitch. Do you understand me?"
Panting heavily, "Yes, Master. Please fuck me Sir. Take what you wish, I am yours." She spreads her legs farther apart to give herself openly to him. He shoves his fingers in her wet folds.
"Fuck this," he drags her to the bed. "Assume your position."
Ass up, shoulders down, legs spread, she waits...and waits.... he is quiet.
She looks over her shoulder and sees he is standing there with an enema in hand, looking at her. "Hey, this wasn't part of the plan" shoots thru her mind. She clamps her mouth shut. Even though they have not been together very long, she has come to understand and learn he has a reason for everything and her to is do his bidding and not question it. She feels his hand on her ass cheek, feels him spread her. "Don't tense up, it will be uncomfortable" she tells herself.
He's on his knees between her legs. Suddenly he invades her flower with his cock... He drives it in all the way in one movement, just as swiftly he pulls it out. She's gasping for air. "Oh no you don't. You don't get away that easily, pet. I said you will scream for me tonight. You see, you have a new toy that I am going to forbid you to play with. Only I will ever be at the control and you will come every time I use it, more than once. You will come every time I will you to. You will cum till you're dry and can't orgasm. You will cum in your sleep tonight. Do you hear me? You will cum like never before." He takes out the clit vibrator and lays it where she can see it. He grabs her ass and shoves his hard length inside her again. "Cum" he commands. Her body doesn't respond. "Cum!" He pulls her hair, "Cum for me bitch!"
"I can't, unless you want me to fake it."
He jerks out of her and twist her around so that she is on her back. "Fake it? I don't think so." He turns the vibrator on and puts it on her clit. "Oh, does that feel good?"
"Oh God, yes Master, that feels good."
He takes it away. "You can't have ii again until you cum for me." She looks confused. He continues, "Right now, you still need physical stimulation to be able to cum, I've coupled the physical with the verbal until now. Tonight you will get your last physical stimulation with your command, learn this lesson well, drum it in as deep as it will go. After tonight, when I tell you to cum, you will cum."
"Yes, Sir." She looks somewhat ashamed that she can't comply.
"Now spread your legs." She opens her legs and turns the vibrator on one more time. He plays with her pussy with his fingers, every time he felt an orgasm, he’s denied her. She was pretty good and holding it off when he commanded she do so. Finally he'd allow her release and she would plummet over the edge into ecstasy’s abyss. Over and over, he commanded and over and over she obeyed.
She begged him to allow her to pleasure him with her mouth. He forbade her to do anything but concentrate on her training. He made her squirt until her orgasms were dry. Finally she was begging him to make it stop. "In a minute, pet, after you CUM." and she would wither in torrents of passion.
"Please, Master, please. Please, I can't go anymore. Please."
"Say the magic word...."
He hears her whimper the safe word. He knows she's done for. He lies beside her and pets her hair, cradling her cheek in his big hands, he whispers what a good girl she is.
She closes her eyes and drifts off. What seems like seconds later he's gently shaking her, "Wake up, time for your bath and for us to go to dinner."
"Ten more minutes..."
"Not now, pet, get up. In the shower you go." The shower is running and the water feels good running down her back. He watches her thru the glass door and she slowly revives. He opens the door and begins to wash her. "Cum for me, pet." He feels her body convulse and knows he has trained her to his satisfaction. He turns the water off and pulls her from the shower, toweling her off. She smiles at her, so child-like yet very much a woman. "Dry your hair, I have a new dress and new shoes for you."
"Another one? Oh thank you Sir." She starts to follow him into the living quarters but he pushes her back into the bathroom, "Do you hair."
She dries her hair and comes out to see a beautiful electric blue dress with a deep plunge neckline. "Oh my, how beautiful." She looks at her breasts and back at her new dress.
He laughs, "Don't worry, you won't fall out...completely." He helps her put the dress on, turns, looks at her and tells her to wait right there. He comes back a moment later. "I brought the Cordless TENS unit with us. I know you like electrical play. We'll take it to a new level tonight." He places pads on both breasts, to either side of the nipple. Once again the dress is straightened to his satisfaction. She twirls around and notices the slit up the side almost to her hip. "Sir, the dress is torn."
"No, it's not" he chuckles, "I had it altered to go up that high, special for tonight. Remember this is still your birthday. You will not ever forget this birthday."
He pulls out an electric blue leg garter and places it on her thigh. "Get your makeup on. There's new stuff on the counter for you, too."
"Master, you are so sweet." She didn't have any light blue eye shadow until now... He thinks of everything, far better than she does. She emerges a few minutes later, hair up, make done perfectly. She looks down and sees the dress dragging on the floor....sighs. He points to the shoe box on the bed. Oh yeah, 6 1/2 inches of fuck me shoes. She beams and she straps them on. He helps her to stand and get her footing and walks her to the restaurant for dinner. All their friends from the party are there waiting for them. This has been the best birthday ever. She decides she'll have a drink or two tonight, after all it is her birthday. He's never seen her drink before so he watches to see how she reacts. A single shot of vodka and she dance that bitter oh geez this is nasty dance. Everyone laughs. They all remember the day they used to dance that dance. Before too long, she noticing her eyes are glazed over and he laughs. She's tipsy on one shot. He excuses himself to go to the restroom and returns in time to see her polish off her 2nd shot. "Off with those shoes. I don't need you breaking your neck." She takes her shoes off and comes up drunk. She's light on her toes and feels good. She's never seen her drunk. She's open and friendly and charismatic, but she doesn't shut up. "Come dance with me," she pulls on his arm, beckoning him to come with her to the dance floor. He lets her feel in control for a few minutes, not wanting to spoil her good mood. She's happy and carefree. He turns on the TENS unit while they are dancing and whispers "Cum for me." Immediately he falls into his arms, spasming with involuntarily contractions. He smiles. "Gotcha pet."
They come off the dance floor and she drunkenly announces, "Master has trained me to orgasm or command!" Everyone stares at her for a second then cracks up laughing. Master is chuckling and pulls her onto his lap.
An offhanded remark makes her turn... "So is he going to fuck you here in the restaurant?" She looks towards the voice and answers as soberly as she can "He can if he wants to, see," she stands and pulls her dress aside..."I'm not wearing any panties!" She immediately feels her nipples turn on fire. Holding them she had forgotten he had the TENS unit.
"No panties, aye? Let me show you what happens to bad girl who don't wear thier panties in public." He puts to a nearby corner. In her drunken state, her mind is hazy and she doesn't understand for a moment. He doesn't make a sound... just turns his back to her and points to the corner. She hangs her head and goes to the corner.
He lets her sulk for a few minutes then asks her where her panties are...
"You didn’t lay any out for me like you have since we’ve been here. I thought you meant to me to go without."
He kisses her forehead... "Go tell them goodnight."
He came out of the bathroom, expecting to see her passed out on the bed.... Instead, there is her dress lying on the bed, her shoes on the chair, Her hair comb on the table, all leading him to the open terrace door.
There, on her sarong she sat, on her legs, straight back, hands open, on her thighs, head bowed. She looked gorgeous. He knew what she was asking for, Oh he had learned this little pet's way of communication.
The wind blew across her naked skin, caressing and teasing. Her nipples were erect. He could feel her heat from his place in the door; he closed his eyes feeling her nipples in his mind. He could smell her perfume, so soft and sweet, like she is most of the time. She knew he was there, watching... She wanted to beckon him to her, but she dared not move. She could feel his strength, sense his growing hungry. She didn't want to break the mood.
A flash on lightening zipped across the sky, a low roll of thunder. He set a couple of candles out. He came back to watch her once more. He could taste her skin, her lips. He wanted to jump her right there, but this something between them was building and they could both feel its power. Lightning flashed again in the distance and the thunder echoed its need to be heard, much like her need. A raindrop fell, she shivered as it rolled down her back.
He was naked, behind her on the sarong. Not touching but sharing her warmth, her passion. She leans back, he puts his hand up to minimize her touch. This was his night to love her in his way, the way she needed it. He pulls her hair aside and plants soft kisses on her neck. Her eyes close and he knows he could Dom her, do anything he wanted but this time it was different. Her purr was softer, more willing, and more responsive... She offers him her lips; first the kiss was soft and gentle, growing hungry with each probe of his tongue. Her breath is ragged, hungry, gasping. He puts his hand on her throat, he knows she likes the feel of his power, knowing he could take her breath, but trusting him, knowing he won’t hurt her...
The thunder boomed overhead and the rain started pelting the lovers, still they enjoy the touch. Reaching up to caress his neck, she opens her front of her body to him. Rain falling, he reaches for her hands and leaves a trail of his touch from her fingers, to her wrist down to her elbows, the back of her arms, her armpits. He barely touches where the tail of her breasts begin, feeling down her ribcage, the slope of her waist, the gentle bulge of her hips. Rubbing his hairy chest against her naked back, he continues to trail his fingers down her legs to her knees, around the front to the insides of her thighs. She sucks her breath in and holds it as he touching her thighs, teasing her, knowing his is inches away from touching her muffin. The rain is washing over her face as her face lifts towards the sky. Her body aches; he knows she is in rapturous torment, her body screaming for his touch. He barely brushes her lips. Her body responds with a slight wiggle, she emits a throaty moan. He continues to explore her body, up to her belly button, fingering the ring adorning it, running his hands to her nipples. Yes, they are erect. He knew that would be. Again that soft moan comes thru.
There they are, in the grass, letting the rain wash over them, his hands on her nipples, one hand trails back down to her pussy, spreading her lips... He can feel her moisture even before her put his finger inside her. Pulling on her nipple and stimulating her kitty, he whispers, "Cum for me, my pet."
He feels her muscles contract around his finger and sees something squirt from her nipple. Knowing her has milk has come, he smiles. Leaning her back he starts to suck her breast, drinking her nourishment. He continues to finger her and fills the inevitable starting to happen. "Not yet, pet, not yet." She is quite but compliant. This is different for her. She's usually more verbal than this. He looks at her and sees she's is deeper than any subspace he's ever put her in. He drives his fingers in deeper,”Give it to me now, young lady." Her body curls, jerking in delightful spasm, her eyes close deeper, he hears her whimpering, a very guttural whimpering. She looks at him helplessly and her body convulses again, this time feeling his hand with her fluids. "That's it, that's my girl." She looks at him with pleading eyes, unable to talk. He sucks the other nipple, relieving it of it load of milk. He mounts her as she opens her legs to invite him in.
The rain is pouring by now, they are unaware of anything except each other. Her legs wrap around him and tries to pull him in, "Please" she whispers. He hears what sounds like desperation in her cooing. "Please, oh please" No longer able to listen to her soft begs, he enters her slowly, deliberately, feeling her muscles squeeze and coax and welcome him into her. "I want to feel your weight on me, please, oh please." He enters her fully as he releases his weight on her.
"Is this what my pet wants" he utters into her ear. In response, her body bucks into him giving more than he thought possible.
"Love me, please love me." He slowly pulls out and moves back in each time, her body begging for more. Her hips curl and he bottoms out and feels her orgasm each time. She holds on strong and her body shivers with each streak of delight that zaps her. Ten to fifteen times, he pushes in as deep as he can go, and her body responds, leaving her panting. he can feel her need for the harder stuff coming on as she starts to become more verbal, "Take it, please take it, take it hard, I'm begging you, take it hard" His wanton little tramp is obviously in control at the moment and he drives and pounds hard, knowing this won’t take long. He covers her mouth with his hand, "quiet there pet"...
He feels her body soften and knows she is back to the softer side of the love making... He is too far gone to slow down but this will work in both their favors... Her body is still responding and with his final stroke he shoves it in hard and deep, sending them both in oblivion.
She cums harder than she ever has before, with wave upon wave crashing over her, each one stronger than the one before, her cries are heightened, her tones are guttural, her whole body is enjoying it. He hangs on letting her ride the waves. Staying pushed in deep, knowing if he pulls back now, it will end all too soon for her. She softens against him and he pulls back and pushes in again, feeling her body respond again but not near as hard as before, he knows he has satisfied his pet, She lies under him, almost hiding her face, like she does when she has been loved. He twists and lies beside her still penetrating, there are no needs for words, they are talked out. She looks at him with half lidded eyes and whispers "I love you too."
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He comes into her room and cradles his sleeping child into his arms.
"Daddy loves you, little one. You shouldn't have to ask. Daddy's mind was on other things. I'm sorry, my little girl."
She snuggles into his arms, feeling his strength. "It's ok, Daddy, you can't be perfect all the time, but you're still my Daddy and I still love you."
His heart warms with her innocence and devotion. "you shouldn't have to ask if Daddy loves you, little one."
"Sometimes, girls just need to hear it, Daddy."
"Daddy needs to go to work now. Always know I love you."
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Daddy, do you love me?
He replies, Let's go out and play on the swing set.
Daddy, do you love me?
He replies, It's time to go to the store.
Daddy, do you love me?
He replies, It's dinner time, eat your food.
Daddy, do you love me?
He replies, It's time to settle down and watch tv.
Daddy, do you love me?
He replies, It's time to take a bath.
Daddy, do you love me?
He replies, It's time to go to bed.
Daddy, I wish you have time to love me.
To which he has no reply.
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The Storm Within
Where does she go? what does she do?
Not another living soul would understand the wreakage in her mind.
Lost. Run. Run where?
Safety, yes safety, safety where?
Shelter, get out of the storm.
No shelter here. The storm follows.
Scream, get help.
No one is around to hear the cries.
Pain. It hurts. Stop the pain.
Numb, from within.
Hide, go inside yourself.
Nothing/no one can hurt you there.
Shut the door.
No one cares if you shut yourself within.
No one will notice.
You will fade into the nothingness,
for you did not matter anyway.
You never did, it was a fairy tale.
A dream.
A fantasy.
They don't come true.
You were a game, a conquest.
Now you are used and you are
Nothing.
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There... in the darkness
she lies curled up into a ball
Distress, heartache, tears fall from her eyes.
There... in the darkness
Dispair falls upon her,
Fear ravages her mind,
Regret weilds it's sword within her soul,
Killing her hopes,
her dreams,
her desires,
her needs
There... in the darkness
she is alone
No one hears her cry
No one knows she is where she is...
No one knows she is...
there... in the darkness.
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"It's been a hard week," he mutters to himself as he drives home, "I hope she's thinking about tonight. I want it to be special for her." He thinks of her sweet disposition and wonders how how he got so lucky as to have this new pet. Traffic is slow and his minds difts to the night before when he arrived home.
Arriving home an hour before he had told her he would, he hears soft music coming from the bedroom. Judging from her choice of music, he knows she is in subspace even as he walked into the bedroom. On the bed lays his favorite red bra and panties and the matching garter, and one of his dress shirts. He hears the shower running and steps into the bathroom. He looks thru the glass shower door and sees his pet standing with her back to the glass, washing her body. He sees the soap drizzling down her back along with the water. He watches as she stretches her long arms skyward, arching her back to the hot water.
He can feel the throbbing of his Dominance growing. Oh he would love to take her right now, but he is enjoying watching her, with her oblivious to his presence.
Soaping the cloth, she reaches around to wash her backside. Yes, that backside that he delights in spanking, grabbing, pinching, just holding on to. The impulse to strip down and ravish her is rising, but the desire to watch her in this delectable state is overwhelming as well. She takes care to wash carefully, first the right cheek the left, then in between them. She leans forward just a little, spreading her cheeks and washing throughly. He grins to himself, acknowledging to himself this is a part of her that he loves to stimulate and yes, tonight he will possess it.
She rinses her back and backside and stands with the water running soothing today's tensions away. She turns to let the water rinse down her front. She brushes a hand over her breast. Oh, that feels good, she starts to rub both nipples, gently tugging on them and squeezing. Her head rolls back and he knows she is in the clouds. He hears soft moans escape her and smiles his knowing smile. Her right hand slowly makes it's way down her body, over the belly ring and onto the soft patch of fur on her pubic mound. He watches, he has told her she is not to orgasm without his permission but that she could play with her love mound all she wanted. Her hand drifts farther and she tuns her face so that he can see her expressions. That's his pet in rapsody, her eyes are closed and her moans are a little louder. She leans in to shwoer wall, the water running over her back, the wall supporting her at the shoulders. She lifts a foot and her fingers search deeper inside her, she whimpers.
He can see that her need to cum is building as quickly as his own. She slows, knowing she has promised to obey her Master, for she will wait til her gets home and she will ask him to spank her and flog her and take her. She will tell him of her need to explode, knowing that he will provide with the release she craves.
He notices the slowing in her motion and knows his pet is obeying. His stirrings are now demanding that he ravish his beauty now, her body is craving and his need is great. He strips down, his manhood being freed of their confines, he grows to full length. He opens the shower door, she starts. He pushes her back against the wall, allowing the water to rain down between them. He tells her "It is your Master, stay against the wall." she relaxes and surrenders herself to the wall. Her arms going up to the cleats holding them with her fingers. He wastes no time in exploring her wet body, pinching and tugging on her nipples, raking his fingernails gently down her back, squeezing those full globes of her butt. He runs a finger between her legs and up the crack of her backside. She wiggles and moans with pleasure. My pet is going to be filled tonight, "Please," she whispers. He fills her lover's nest with two fingers, feeling the muscles almost instaneously implode. He knew she was close but didn't realize how close. He couldn't fault her. She had asked please, was she asking to be allowed to orgasm, or was she asking him to use her, either way, he woud let it slide this night. She needed this as much as he did. He spread her legs and slide his hard rod deep within her, she groaned as did he. She was tight, she felt good to him, she always felt good to him. She slows her sway with him and asks him for more, he knows what she wants and he grants the request.
Pulling out of her, he turns her to the bench, ordering her to sit. She obeys, leaning back and holding on to the cleats that were put there by her special request. He pulls the portable shower head off it's perch and washes down the insides of her thighs, she raises her legs spreading them to open herself to him. He hands her the shower head and takes one ankle and straps it to the the second set of cleats she requested, then he straps in the other. He looks at her, leaning back strap up and completely open to him, the water raining down over her body, keeping her hot and wet.
He again slides into her drenched front hole. He can never get enough of her submission, he drinks her in, relishing in the beauty of it. She whispers "Take it, Master, please." He is pleased that she wants to give herself so wholly to him.
"Are you sure?" He knows she is not accustomed to this type of use and he is beyond pleased that she is so willing offer it.
"Please", he hears her respond. Slowly he pulls out of her, kneeling between her straped in legs, he begins to finger her backside. She tightens up.
"Relax, sweet pet," he croons softly, rubbing the inside of her thigh. He relaxes and he starts to finger her again. She has come out of subspace to his dismay but he will get her back in a few minutes. She has an unwavering trust and he watches her eyes...the first singal of her surrendering once more. She is relaxed and starts to morve to his rythym. He moves his finger around more, she is still relaxed. He tells her to open her eyes. she opens them part way just so that he can see the glazed look, and he knows she is back in her realm of surrender.
"Please," she begs.
"Please what?"
"Please, my Master, take me there... Please, I beg you."
"OK, my sweet pet, since you asks so innocently, I'll take you." He rises off his knees and slowly invades her backside with his stiffness. Oh so slowly, he hesitates and allows her body a moment to adjust. "Breathe, my pet" She relaxes once more and she ask him to just push it in and hold it. He smiles, holds her close to him and pushes his full rod deep into her. She cries out and he holds her steady, close, tight. She breathes hard, he hangs on to her until he feels her body soften to him. He waits for her signal before he begins to take her. First she wiggles, looks into her eyes and he senses her need, slowly, gently, he slides back and forth, massaging her insides. She starts to move faster, rocking her hips to meet him. He knows her need is growing. His is there, waiting for his release. He squeezes her nipples and tells her is time to cum. She explodes and he feels her muscles spasm around him, sending him over the edge. Quickly he pulls out and sprays his seed onto her lips and her belly. They are both panting hard, smiles all around. He unstraps her ankles and kisses her, thanking her for the requests of the other cleats. He washes himslef off with soap and water, and steps out of the shower, telling her she has 5 minutes of hot water and then he turns it off. she bathes as fast as she can and steps out of the shower and into the towel he is holding for her....
and the rest is another story.....
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He awakens with his cock in her mouth...
She's taking privileges that she shouldn't, but he will not discourage this particular activity. Man, what a way to wake up. She's good... very good. Licking and kissing, gently sucking, using both hands, rubbing up and down the shaft, her mouth is hot this morning. He feels the seed building up. "Good morning, my little slut."
"Good morning, Sir. Can I climb on top, Sir? My pussy is aching to be fucked again, like you did last night,"
"Can't get enough eh?"
"You know playing while others watch us always turns me on. I'm sorry, I'm such a pain."
"You are in for a very exciting day, young lady. Finish what you started."
She happily starts to suck his cock back into her mouth when he pushes her off... "Get me the fat toy, bitch."
"Oh you ARE in a mood this morning, VERY good Sir." She gets up and walks across the room to get the requested toy. The "fat toy" is a monster dong, 2 1/2 inches think and 11 inches long. The first time she saw it, she thought, no way in hell. He had done his job in warming her to this thing, telling her of his desire to fist her. Although they hadn't gotten to that point he often stretched her using this. Now she has come to enjoy this thick toy.
She returns to the bed and hands it to him. She stands with one foot on the floor and the other on the bed, her legs spread wide. He plays with her petals, sticking his fingers in, feeling her moisture. "You're going to need a little help this morning. Lie down and spread those legs." Complying with his orders, he reaches in and touches her deep inside rewarding her with the sudden release of a squirting orgasm. "That's my girl"
"Oh thank you, Sir. I'm sorry I didn't ask permission, I didn't feel it coming on, it was just suddenly there!"
"It's ok little girl, how does this feel?" He parts her lips and invades her pussy with the fat toy.
"It hurts a little bit Sir."
"Breathe and squeeze it, then relax." He waits a minute and begins to slide it up and down, in and out. "Feel better, princess?"
"Yes, Sir, thank you."
"Good girl, now up on your squat and finish what you started" She sat on her legs with the base of the fat dong on the bed and the top of it still penetrating her now slick pussy. As she began to suck his cock once more her hips moved along with the fat toys stuffing her cunt. The more she sucked the more she moved. Sir watches as she sucks his cock, reaching down he holds the base of the big toy ensuring she is fucking it as well. He can tell, her time is near, he grabs her hair and pushes her into his crotch, " Drink my cum, bitch. She drinks and sucks and feels her own need.
"Please, please please," she repeats in one breath, she is delirious with need, unable to form a complete sentence, "please."
"Please what, girl? Does my pet need to cum?"
"Yes....Sir.....please.....please......may.....I.....cum....please....please....."
"I love to hear you beg. You sound so desperate."
"Pleeeaaaassssseeeee...."
"Cum pet"
She let out a bellowing "Oh God, thank you." He laughs when she covers her own mouth, still in the throes of orgasm.
"You're going to give yourself a hernia."
Just then there is a knock at the door, "Room service"
She looks at him in surprise, "Room service, eh? You do know to treat a lady right, Master." She ducks under the covers as he answers the door.
"I'm sorry, I didn't order room service."
"Compliments of Sean, Sir."
"Oh, well, bring it right in."
Master offers his tip and the waiter departs..."Well this was sure nice of him."
"Indeed. If we see him, remind me to say thank you."
"Indeed you will."
On the cart was a perfect breakfast, a dish with a tropical fruit salad, hot fresh scrambled eggs and bacon and ham slices under covered plates, along with toast, butter, and jelly. There is even a dish of seasoned fried potatoes. The coffee was perfect.
They sat and ate quietly, rather unusual for her. She was looking out the window at the lazy river drifting by... even though it was early, there were people floating past. "Can we float down the river today?"
"If we have time, pet."
"What are our plans for today?"
"I'm going to tie you to a tree and let everyone play with you, and you can't stop them."
She almost choked on her coffee, laughing and coughing, she interjects, "Yeah, riiiggghtttt."
He chuckles softly, "Don't put anything past me pet. Now go to a shower and clean yourself up. Pull your hair up, we're going to the beach."
She jumps in the shower and washes her hair and is out in no time flat. As she stands naked in front of the mirror pulling her hair up, he watches her. The way her breasts lift when her arms are raised, the way her back curves in the small, them flowing out to her butt. Damn, she has a great butt, a very spankable butt, a biteable butt. Standing, he has every intention of biting her ass, but he knows what it would do so he changes his mind and opts for the shower instead. He comes out, seeing the bed has been straightened and the toys are washed and put away. She is still naked. "Where is your swimsuit?"
"I don't know. I've looked everywhere for it and can't find it Sir."
"You lost your swimsuit, huh? You know that was an expensive suit. Where is it?"
"I don't know. I've been looking since you got into the shower, Sir."
He opens his bag. Tossing another new swimsuit in her direction, he glares at her..."I don't know why I put up with your shenanigans. You'd lose your head if it wasn't attached, girl"
"Yes, Sir." she states flatly, he turns his head to keep her from seeing his smile. He tucks her other suit in deeper into his bag.
Walking in the warm sand, she comments how nice it feels on her feet.
"Think it will feel good on your body as you lay out to tan?"
"Very much so. I look forward to it.”
“Do you like your new swimsuit?"
"Yes, Sir, I do. Thank you very much"
"Good, let's swim." He drops their towels on the sand and they dash into the water like high schoolers. "You know your suit is see-thru when wet. Everyone will be able to make out your lips and your rings right thru the fabric." Splashing and frolicking, she doesn't notice that Sean and his wife are swimming towards them, the wife lagging behind a bit. She stops as she realizes who it is.
"Good morning, guys. I hope I didn't ruin any of your plans by ordering your breakfast for you."
"It was a lovely gesture, thank you, Sean." Master echoes his pet's sentiment.
"This is my wife, Barbara and she has something she would like to say."
"Let me catch my breath," Barbara retorts.
Pet swims to Master's side, putting him between Barbara and herself. Master reassuringly pats her leg underwater.
"I'm sorry for throwing water on you yesterday..... And for the way I acted last night in the restaurant."
Pet looks at her and whimsically states, "Oh the water incident... I was hoping to see you to tell you thank you, I was really hot and that cold water cooled me right down. No hard feelings." She extended her hand in friendship. "And at the restaurant, well, I figured you had a hard day and were just fussy sometimes I get fussy too. No harm, no foul."
Master pats her leg again and whispers, "Very good my pet, you will be richly rewarded." She hugs into him acknowledging his compliment.
There is an awkward silence for a moment until Master suggests getting a drink at the swim-up bar. The two couples are visiting and suddenly Sean brings up the fact that his wife enjoyed her first spanking that morning. Barbara is totally embarrassed by the truth. "Honey!"
Pet swims over to her, "Don't worry about it, I was embarrassed as heck the first time I was found out. But to be honest with you, it is a relief for me to be 'out of the closet' so to speak. You two are safe, we will not tell your secret. To be honest, I'm glad you enjoyed it. You will find if you continue, it will help to improve your relationship with Sean, not saying that it needs improving, but the two of you be become closer. Just keep an open mind and follow his lead."
"By the way my name is" Master bumps her leg.
"Her name is angel," he interrupts her.
"And your name?” Barbara inquires.
"I am Master of Angels."
"Angels, huh?" Do you have other women that you have this type of relationship with?"
"No, but when a man desires and slave and he is fortunate enough of find one of such fine quality, she is a treasure. One to be carried on high, in fact, an angel in my eye." Then he chuckles, "I couldn't keep up with two with her energy level. She is a Godsend."
"So you really enjoy this kind of stuff?" She looks from one to the other.
"I had 'normal' relationships before and I was always miserable. My needs didn't get met and I was always hungry for attention. I did some soul searching and this is what I came up with. It wasn't something I stumbled on. This was a life event for me. Master takes care of my every need, my whims, my dreams, and my hopes. As long as I do as I'm told, he gives me the moon and stars."
"And when you don't?"
"It's usually stars with tweetie birds flying around my head," she jokes as she looks at Master admiring him so. Then she states, "In all seriousness, think about it... ever been mad at Sean and not really understand why? Just thinking if he'd only listen and hug you, but you know if he tried to hug you, you'd push him away?"
"Sounds recently familiar."
"Well, when that happens to me, Master tries to talk to me. Usually I'm too stubborn to listen, so he shushes me and turns me over his knee and spanks me. It puts me on even keel and I can think again. Whatever it was that had me so upset has disappeared."
"How can you love a man that spanks you when you're angry? I’d stay mad for a long time afterwards."
"After a spanking, he always takes me into his arms and loves on me until I’ve settled down. It's perfect for us. It doesn't come overnight but the trust comes and once he learned to read my body language and cues, he's all over it."
While angel and Barbara have been chatting it up so have the men. They have bought several more rounds and pet is glad she drinks non alcoholic drinks. Barbara on the other hand is relaxed and inquisitive. The girls share openly and Master looks at his watch. "Well you two, I told my pet I was going to do something today and she didn't believe me. So now I have to prove myself."
Barbara is drunk but excited. "Oh what are you gonna do?"
"I'm going to tie her to a tree with a sign around her neck and let people come by and touch her wherever they want, but they cannot fuck her."
"Oh I want to be the first one to touch her." Everyone's mouth dropped open as she continues, "I've always wanted to do a little girl on girl, now is my chance." She looks around and smiles the biggest, goofiest smile she could muster.
"What? Thought I was a prude?" She looks at her husband, "I have kinky dreams too, you know." He is grinning ear to ear. She turns back to Master. "Can I watch?"
Master reminds her of the rules...
She sits under an umbrella as Master ties his pet with her back to a tree.
He makes a sign that reads, "Please do not feed my pet, but you can play with her all you want. (She really likes having her nipples played with.) The beach is beginning to fill and he has a small crowd beginning to form. Her hands up tied up over her head, her feet are free. He smiles. "Hand me that piece of drift wood." Someone passes the driftwood and Master pulls his slave swimsuit bottoms off and secures the drift wood between her ankles. He takes her top off.
"Barb, you wanted first honors? Here's your chance." He swung his hand in pet's direction.
Barb stumbles to the tied pet and announces drunkenly, "I've always wanted to try this but was too afraid. So now here I am, trying it for the first time." With that, she puts her hands on pet's breasts and starts to massage them. She looks at her husband who is wide eyed with a raging hard on. "Honey, I want her titties. She has rings and look at her areolas. Her nipples are big and damn, I want her tits. Come feel them." Sean jumps at his wife's request. Instead of feeling pet's tits, he's feeling his wife's. He tells her how he adores her breasts and how he would like to be able to tie her up to a tree as well. Barbara turns her attention back to pet and she squeezes pet's nipples. Her knees go weak and she lets out a soft moan. "How does it make you feel with all these people looking at your naked? Doesn't it bother you?"
"At first it did, but then I am not naked for them. I am naked for my Master's pleasure. He is the only one I care about. If he enjoys seeing me naked, I don't care what others think. His happiness is my focus."
"Can I suck on them?"
"Yes, Barb, you can, but stand off the side so I can watch." Master interjected, sitting back watching his pet enjoy the attention.
Barb bends over and started to lick pet's nipples, but her husband pulled her back and told her if she really wanted to suck tits, she too had to be naked, after all this is a nude beach and Barb still hadn't taken off her suit.
"Encourage me." Barb looked at pet. "Can I do this?"
"Yes, Barb. Your husband desires you to, and you want him happy. Do it. Everyone on the beach is naked."
"What if someone tries something?"
"Barb... I'm tied to a tree naked.... If anyone was going to try anything, it would be with me. Don't worry. Sean will protect you and Master will protect you as well. Do you think I could do this if I did not trust my Master to defend me? I have nothing to worry about. He would protect me with his life if needed."
Barb hesitated only a moment and striped in front of everyone. Sean clapped hysterically.
Others were moving in trying to get their turn of playing with the girl tied to a tree, men and women alike. There are hands coming from every direction, touching her nipples, her ass and some on her pussy. a couple of men put their fingers inside her and commented on how wet she was. Having hands all over her, pet was wet and ready to be fucked. She begged Master to take her in the room and fuck her. He simply told her not yet. Barb asked Master if she could be tied to the tree and master told her she needed to ask her own husband. Sean was happy to oblige but asked Master to stay and help keep her safe. Master took pet off the tree and let Sean and Barb use the ropes and driftwood.
Master laid out pet's sarong on the table and bent her over the table so that he could make sure there was no tree bark stuck to her back. His cock had grown hard seeing her like that. He was standing behind her rubbing her. As he leaned forward, he could feel her wet pussy brushing against his cock, teasing the hell out of him. He leans over and tells her not to make a sound. He slowly pushes his cock into her pussy, sending it on all the way to the hilt in one slow drive. Her pussy is going crazy, squeezing and clinching down on him. He bottoms out and pushes in just a little more, sending her into the abyss as his own seed spills into her. He's digging his fingers into her hips and she buried her face into the sarong. Her body is stiff and her pussy is convulsing as wave after wave of juices intermingle with her. He pulls out of her and sits, not bothering to wipe himself off. Pet slips off the table onto the bench beside him.
Master asks Sean if he thinks he can handle the situation for a few minutes while he takes his pet for a swim. Sean acknowledges with a thumbs up.
Master leads pet to the surf, cum dripping down her thighs. "Pretty hot, seeing you bent over the table like that. Couldn't help myself, I could smell your pussy begging me to fuck you."
"Thank you, Sir" She lets out a soft giggle. "You are a wonderful Master and you know whatever you want, if it is within my realm to give, you shall have it. Seeing all those hard cocks and having so many hands on me really turned me on. Thank you for your wonderful gift. I don't think it can get much better than this. This has been a perfect birthday gift."
They are in the water, he is brushing the cum off the insides of her thighs as they talk and play. "Your birthday isn't until tomorrow. Is there anything special you want?"
"I have what I want, Sir. You. I can't ask you for anything more. Look at everything you've done for me. This trip has been a dream come true. I should be asking you what I can do to repay you, Sir."
"You repay me with every submission, every Sir, every obedient thing you do, young lady."
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He comes into the living room and tosses her the paper. "Happy birthday." he says, watching her face as she reads the itinerary. She stares at it, mouth dropped open, in disbelief.
As it dawns on her this is real, she jumps up and hollers, "Oh Thank you, Sir! Thank you!" She throws her arms around his neck and kisses him. He enjoys her excitement.
"You might want to look very carefully, you have a little work to do and you need to hurry up about it."
She looks at the paper again, studying it hard.... "Oh my God! We leave in the morning????? I have to pack!" She throws her hands up and runs to the bedroom. "I should have gotten a new swimsuit last week when I was shopping!"
She comes out, with her hands on her hips, smiling, and declares in mock exasperation, "I don't have a suitable swimsuit for Jamaica!"
He laughs, leaning back on the couch, pointing to the suitcase sitting by the door... I got you a swimsuit and a new pair of shoes and even a new dress. Oh, and don't bother with undergarments, I got those too."
She springs onto the couch beside him, "Really? Can I see? What do I need to bring? Anything special? Can I see? Please?"
He teases, "We don't have time. It's late. Get packed, we leave for the airport at 4AM. I'll be getting your slow moving morning ass up at 2."
"AT 2AM? she exclaimed. He is quick to turn her over his knee and swat her butt. "Oh yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir!" He swats her one time hard and pushes her off his lap.
"Would you go already?? Get packed. Oh, and you are NOT to bring any toys. I have what I want." he dismisses her as he turns back to the tv.
She hurriedly throws a suitcase together. He had brought one down from the attic for her. It was tiny, compared to his larger case. She throws her perfume and toiletries in it, grabs his favorite low cut shirt and a skirt, a couple of pairs of shorts and tiny tank tops. She looks thru her drawer to grab her sceneing collar... he said no toys. Her play collar is no toy; she puts it in the suitcase. She opens the drawer again...he hasn't seen it yet. She slips it into her case. He walks in, smiles at her trying to get her bag closed. Taking it from her, he zips it with no effort. He turns to her and unceremoniously takes her clothes from her. He sits on the bed and points to the shower. She pouts; disappointed that he isn't turning her over is his knee. He chuckles, "No you don't. I will not spank you for pouting right now. But I will beat your ass if you don't get in the shower. We got to get up in 5 hours.." He knows she is longing to be used but he refuses tonight, she'll keep them up and make them late for their flight. She steps into the hot shower... and he follows her. "Just making sure you don't dawdle. No playing with yourself. I know you want it; it will have to wait till tomorrow. I promise to take very very good care of you, you little vixen."
"Succubus, Sir"
"What?"
"I'm a succubus, Sir. The demon that makes love to men in their dreams..."
He grins, "That you are, pet."
Once out of the shower, she pulls the covers back and pulls her sleeping cuffs from under her pillow and offers them to him. He smiles and kisses her and places them onto her ankles and wrists. He kisses her again and motions for her to climb into bed. He puts on a pair of boxers and climbs in beside her. She frowns but says nothing. She cuddles into his arm and they fall asleep.
The alarm blares, shaking him out of bed. She jumps as he reaches to turn it off. "Ugh, it's too early." She lies back down.
"Come on sleeping beauty, I'll get you some coffee, go get in the shower."
"But I showered last night," she protests, ”Let me sleep 10 more minutes, please?"
He kisses her nose..."Tell ya what, you sleep. I'll go on vacation by myself and let someone else wear your pretty little gifts," he threatened.
Her feet hit the floor and she's off to the shower. Hair washed and fresh, she emerges in the kitchen. He has her coffee ready. "You need to dry your hair, girl." She takes her coffee into the bathroom to finish her hair. Once again she emerges, "Very good." Her hair is dry and in a pony tail. She's wearing a halter dress and sandals. He grins, walking behind her. He pulls up her dress to check for panties. Seeing her white lace, he gives her an approving pat her on the butt. "Let's eat, and then we have to leave. The cab is on its way."
At the airport, after they have checked in, the wait begins. He brought her net book because he knew she would forget in all her excitement. She hugs him and smiles. He absently says, "You're like a kid in a candy store."
"I've never been to Jamaica. This is a big first for me, Sir."
He points to her computer, "Make a list of everything you want to do while we are there."
"But I don't know what all we can do there!" She’s so hyper he grins and tries to ignore her. Finally they announce boarding for the flight. Once on deck, he has the window, looking out. She's in the seat next to him, fidgeting. He smiles at her and reaches into his pocket...pulling out a remote control, closing his hand around it. He offers her his clenched fist and she tries to pry his fingers open. He lets her toy with his hand for a minute, and then opens it to full view. She jumps her eyes wide. "Sir!" she whispers with shock. She covers his hand with her own, as if trying to keep anyone from seeing it.
He grins and informs her that's not all he has in his pocket... she giggles. He tells her not to get too comfortable... As soon as the flight has reached cruising attitude, he unbuckles his seat belt and pretends to look for something on the aisle floor right in front her where she has no choice but to spread her legs or get out of her seat. He reaches under her dress and plays with her lips thru her panties. He looks up at her and she is squirming and giggling softly. He pulls the panties aside, and sticks his finger in her pussy. Her eyes get wide and he grins at her. She is wet...really wet, which is good. Thru pursed lips she is grinning from ear to ear. He didn't think her eyes could get any bigger but they did. They were having so much fun; they are oblivious to the passengers going back and forth.
He sits back in his seat, and beams at her as he pulls a pair of vibrating panties out of his pocket, "Here, put these on and hand me the panties you're wearing." She starts to stand and he grabs her hand. "No, do it here."
She falls into her seat, "HERE???"
"Are you questioning me, young lady?"
"Of course not, Sir," she croons to him as she wiggles in her seat trying to get her panties off.
He watches her laughing on the inside..... "Just stand up and take them off."
He laughs out loud as the flight attendants come from behind with the beverage cart.
"Oh, um, excuse me, would either of you like something to drink?" comes a female voice behind her.
She is horrified as she stands there with panties in hand. He's very smooth, "No, thank you, we will wait."
"Well, holler if you need anything," the other attendant offers. The male looks at Sir and licks his lips. This does not pass her attention. Sir gives his thanks and hands his pet the pair of panties and instructs her to put them on. The attendants are still there with their backs to her and she steps into them.
Ten minutes go by and Sir touches the help light, the male attendant strolls up the aisle and Sir turns on the vibrating panties. His pet is writhing in her seat by the time the attendant arrives. She tried to stand; Sir grabs her wrist and holds her there. "What can I get for you, Sir?"
“A coke, please."
"And Miss? For you?"
She stares at him! She opens her mouth and only incoherent babble comes out. The attendant understands what is happening and he looks at Sir and winks at him. "Ma'am, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you." She looks at Sir, with that 'please stop, don't stop, please stop, don't stop' look.
"Pet, answer the man."
She looks back at the attendant and smiles, swallowing hard... "I would like..." Sir turns up the speed...."an orgasm. A DIET COKE! OH MY GOD, I DON'T BELIEVE I JUST SAID THAT. I MEAN A DIET COKE!"
Both men are doing their best to hold in their laughter. "Ma'am, we don't serve orgasm on this flight!" the attendant announces rather loudly, "but I will get you that diet coke." He walks away dancing with laughter.
He returns moments later, carrying the drinks, still trying to keep a straight face.
As soon as the attendant is gone, he turns the panties off and reminds her she cannot orgasm without his permission. She pants as she thanks him and he teases her even more... "Do you want to cum? How wet is my pussy? I'm going to pull your dress us and fuck you right here in front of everyone. That flight attendant knows you want to cum. Now half the flight does too." He laughs, kissing her forehead.
She is intently writing on her computer and suddenly her panties are vibrating again. He has called for the attendant to ask if he could get a blanket, his pet has a chill... She is shivering... her thighs are quivering and she is shaking. Her eyes roll into her head as her head falls onto his shoulder..."Are you ok, pet?" He covers her with the small light airline cover, taking her close into his arms.
She softly moans. He strokes her hair whispering "Do you need to cum?"
"Yes, sir, please may I cum?" Her voice is low and whimpering, she raises her head to look at him, he can see her eyes welling up with need.
He pulls her into his chest and whispers, "Cum for your Master." This was something she needed so badly, the close intimate release, shared only between the two of them. She stiffens in his arms. She purrs strong yet quietly so that only he can share her moment. She digs her fingernails deep into his arm and pulls him to her. Her legs curl up into the seat with her, He pulls her in tighter, letting her release that energy. Holding her breath, she lets out a low growl as the final wave flows thru her. She relaxes her grip, and lays exhausted against his shoulder. "Good girl, my pet."
"Thank you, Sir. You are a wonderful Master."
A half hour goes by, she's resting quietly against his shoulder and she feels the panties start to vibrate again. Looking around, the attendant is coming down the aisle. "Can I help you?"
"I need a new magazine please. This one is old and I've read it already."
The attendant is back with magazine in hand, "Here you go, Sir. Miss, can I get anything for you?"
"Answer her, pet. Don't be rude."
"I have to go to the bathroom," she states.
"You'll need to use the forward lavatory; we're having issues with the back one."
"Thank you," comes the quivering response. She stands as she feels the vibrations stop. She walks 10 steps and feels a buzz on her pussy. She grabs a hold of the seat beside her. It stops. Another 10 steps and another buzz, each times causing her to cross her legs and hang on to the nearest seat. Just as she gets to the forward lavatory, a man from first class takes the room. Sir is watching and decides this would be a good time to leave the panties turned on, forcing her to helplessly walk the length of the plane with her pussy being stimulated. As she takes each step, he plays with the control, Watching as she holds on for dear life to each seat she passes. She comes up on passenger blocking her way and is forced to retreat back up the aisle to the forward lav again. Once she is inside he turns the panties up full force. The entire first class section erupts into laughter when they heard a very loud, "OH MY GOD, YES." She is loud in her moaning and groaning and isn't aware she can be heard throughout the entire cabin. She emerges to clapping and cheering. The men are smiling along with some women while others glare in disgust.
She tries to hide her embarrassed face while she walks thru the aisle as quickly as she can. He is in stitches when she gets there. She calls for the attendant, mock glaring at him. He turns the panties back on. She swimming in a pool of cum as the attendant appears..."How much longer til we land?"
The attendant smiles, knowing of her torture and just as she starts to speak, the overhead speaker announces they are starting their decent. "Soon," comes the reply.
She is so busy looking around at her new environment that she doesn't notice the vibrating in her loins when he hails the taxi. He takes mercy on her until they get into the hotel lobby. As soon as the valet speaks, Sir turns the panties on again. Her knees buckle instantly. She reaches for Sir and almost falls down. The valet catches her and Sir watches as she tries to explain herself. "I'm so sorry.. There was a ... itch...NO, a...a...." Suddenly she composes herself for a faction of a second and replies, "I twisted my ankle."
Good save! He thought, as he chuckles watching her walk sideways, with her legs almost crossed to the counter.
"Pet, check us in," He states, "I have to make a phone call." He takes two steps back and holds his belly laughing.
"I, um, yeah, I ... ah,... need to.. check check check in, ...please. Need... to.. ahh,...check in... now.. Could you...umm.. hurry...please... I...umm.. yeah... I gotta... hurry...please...check in..."
"Ma'am, I'm sorry, I can't understand you."
"Damn it!... oh.. Sorry. I...Need..to..check (the strength increases) CHECK IN...please. NOW! hurry, please..." She's holding on to the counter. "Please... hurry."
Sir comes up and takes over, "Are you ok, dear?" He wraps a protective arm around her and mockingly whispers to the agent, she can't do anything without me. I swear she must have been born a blond." She chokes and hangs on.
Once in the room, he was quick to bring judgement upon her, "Young lady, here now." He points to the floor. She puts her bag on the bed and stand before him, not sure what is happening but knowing something is wrong. He points to the floor again and she drops sitting on her legs, with her head bowed. "Look at me. Did I hear you say a curse word at the counter?"
"I don't know, Sir. Did I curse? I didn't mean to."
He pulls her up, "Well... I have to take some responsibility. So I can't really punish you for it."
"You want spank me?" She looks at him with a devilish grin, "even if I ask you to, Sir?"
"I'm going out to the pool in a few minutes; do you want everyone to see your freshly spanked ass, all hot.... and red....?
Just then, a knock came from the door. The bellhop has a large case in his hand. Sir thanks the man and gives him a tip. She looks at the case, not ever seeing it before. He grins at her curiosity and doesn't tell her what is in it. He knows she'd dying to ask, but her stubborn streak is showing. She turns away from the case and looks out the plate glass window.
He clears his throat, "girl, you never answered my question? Do you want everyone to see your freshly spanked ass?"
"Whichever, I don't care." She's not playing now. Well, he can fix that easy. He's behind her grabbing her cheeks and squeezing. She pretends not to notice. He turns on the panties and her knees buckle once more. Her hands go to the glass when he pulls her dress up and fondles her lips thru the panties. She looks at him over her shoulder.
He takes her by the hand and leads her to the chair where he sits. Pointing to his lap, she lays over his knees. Pulling up her dress, he can see her swollen lips thru the fabric. He pinches them and she squeaks. He turns the panties off and pulls down them down to her thighs and rubs her cream colored ass cheeks. "My pet has been wanting attention since yesterday, hasn't she?"
"Yes, Sir" breathlessly, she answers. He lands a light swat to her cheeks and immediately rubs. She softly moans, "Oh yes, thank you. Thank you Sir. Please, please do it again. Please."
He slowly spanks, not hard, but enough to fit the bill. Her butt turning bright red. Still she begs him not to stop. "Pet, let's go to the pool. That's enough for now. Your backside is bright red and welted. Maybe you can have more later."
He opens his suitcase and hands her a black two piece swimsuit. "Here girl, for you."
She holds out the swimsuit and shakes her head. The top will barely cover her nipples if she's lucky and the thong bottoms are sure to tease anyone with her red butt shining. She strips and puts on the swimsuit, turning in front of the mirror to see her ass. She grins at him as he hands her a sarong. "Oh, thank you, Sir. You think of everything." She steps up on her tip toes to kiss him when he reaches inside her bottoms. I forgot something, take them off and lay on the bed with your eyes closed. He steps between her legs spreading them wider and raising her feet to the bed. He laps up her pussy juice and fingers her, first one finger then two. He tells her he wants to put another in, and instead he slides in a wireless egg without her realizing it. He continues playing and licking then suddenly stops. "I had to clean you up, girl, before you could go out to play. Now get dressed and let's go."
Lounge chairs surround the pool. He chooses a set in the middle of everyone.
She swabs him down in sunscreen and lays the sarong on the chair and stretches out on her back. He chuckles..."On your belly, girl. I want everyone to see your ass all nice and red."
After 20 minutes she flips over to let the warm sun tan her front. He splashes her from the pool and beckons her to join him. Into the water she goes, playing and frolicking. Soon he tells her it's time to lay out some more. She follows him out of the pool. She mentions how it seems like everyone is watching them as they walk to the other side of the pool. He grins, "Look down." To her mortification she realizes her swimsuit is sheer. Her body is visible to everyone. He laughs, "They've seen naked pussy and nipples before, what are you so horrified over?"
"Sir!!!!!"
Directing her back to her chair, he tells her to stay there; he is going to get them something to drink. She lies for a few minutes, letting the sun bake her as she drifts off. She starts to dream that her pussy is being rubbed or played with or something. It sure does feel good. Oh yeah, mmhmmm, oh yes, more baby, more. She is jolted from her dream and back to reality when she feels a touch on her toe.
"Miss, are you ok?" a man was asking.
"Yes, certainly, I'm fine, why do you ask?"
"Well, you were groaning like you were in pain. Are you sure you're ok?"
"Yes, I'm fine, thank you for checking on me. Did you happen to see where my mast...where my boyfriend went?"
"That guy right there?" he says pointing as Sir comes her direction.
"Pet, let’s eat."
"Yes, Master"
"Pet, Master?? You two aren't into like kinky sex and shit, are you?" says the gentleman still standing there.
She smiles at Master and he looks at the guy, straight faced and answers, "Yes, we are." With that he takes his pet's hand and leads her away, leaving the man dumbfounded.
"Did my girl have a nice nap?"
"Yes, Sir, I did, thank you Sir for asking."
"Have good dreams?"
Embarrassed, she admits that she did, "It was strange, so realistic. It felt like someone was rubbing my pussy Sir. It felt really good. I probably would have cum except that guy woke me up."
"He did a good thing, pet, sometimes you can get loud." to that, she had no retort.
"How did I get so lucky that you chose me...."
At the outside bar, she stands next to him. Suddenly she is splashed with ice water. "Fucking bitch ass cunt!," screams a strange woman.
Master immediately steps between his pet and the assailant. "Excuse me? Why in the hell did you just do that? What did she do to you?" His pet is redhead all over and she's trying to get around Master to do some ass kicking. Master puts his hand on her hip... reminding her who she is, and what his job is.
The woman suddenly stammers, "Look at you! You think you're all that and yet you abuse women! And she lets you! You're both a disgrace to humanity!"
Pet has her nails dug into Master's arm trying to maintain, but this pushed her overboard. "How dare you! This man has not ever laid a hand on me in anger! He is the most affectionate man I've ever had the pleasure of knowing, and I'm blessed that he takes care of my needs, ALL my needs, every one of them!" Her temper is up and her mouth is flying. "So what if I ASK him to spank me during sex.... I LIKE IT, I WANT IT, AND I NEED IT. You should try it sometime; it might help you to mind your manners!" With that, Sir clamped his hand over her mouth and put a firm grip on her hair. He dismissed the woman with a wave of his hand. His treasured little pet looks up at him, "I'm sorry but she had no right saying that to you or about you. She doesn't know you or me. Obviously, she could use an attitude adjustment.... She..."
"It's ok. She’s gone. It's over"
"But it's not..."
He puts a finger to her lips..."Hush now." He takes a sip of his beer and glances her way. If looks could kill, that woman would be dead.. His pet was throwing daggers with her eyes. "Thank you for standing up for me. This is going to be hard. I understand why you did what you did, but you put yourself in harm's way. I'm going to have to punish you."
"But Sir..."
He stares her down, softly reminding her, "I put you behind me to protect you. Even though you felt you were doing the right thing, you came from behind me and left yourself open for her to assault you." He puts his finger to her lips again, just as she is about to say something, "You don't know her, either. She could have been a maniac with cruel intentions. You should have stayed behind me.. You make it hard. You are so sweet in your intentions, but I have to teach you to obey me." She hangs her head in shame. He nudges her, "It's not all that bad. You're still my pet."
After 10 minutes she queries, "Master, can we go in now and get it over with? I can't stand you being upset with me."
"You haven't finished with your diet coke, pet. Finish it and let me finish my beer." She sits, drinking her diet coke and waits.
"Can I just go to the room and wait, Master?
"Pet, I'm enjoying seeing your naked body out here; your suit is still wet. Sit with me. Don't be embarrassed, girl. Look around, you are not the only one with nothing or next to nothing on. You're the hottest one though cuz you're mine." He takes her hand and leads her to the room.
Once inside, she strips at his instruction and kneels facing the corner. This is pure torture. She's not allowed to talk and she's got a lot to say. She waits quietly waiting to hear his voice. She doesn't have a watch and the hour drags to a grinding stop. How long can this go on? He comes up and stokes her hair. "How's your knees?"
"Hurts, Sir."
He hands her a fluffy towel. "Kneel on this. If it hurts, I mean, real pain, you have to tell me, otherwise I don't know." She wants to ask how much longer. He knows her to well, "You've been there 15 minutes." 15 MINUTES?!!!!! Oh no, this is going to take forever, she rolls her eyes at herself.
"Did you just roll your eyes at me, young lady?"
"No Sir. At myself, this is just pure..."
"No talking means no talking. Let this remind you." He says, putting a piece of tape over her mouth. He periodically checks on her but doesn't tell her how much is left. Finally he calls her to him. Opening his arms, she slips into his lap. Stroking her hair and kissing her, he tells her it's over and the slate is wiped clean. All is forgiven and they're good again.
Opening her suitcase, after her shower, she realizes he has repacked her bag, the only things he allowed of what she packed were her toiletries, the thing in the unopened package and the low cut shirt and short skirt. Setting out the shirt and skirt, she returns to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Upon return, he has changed her mind for her, replacing her clothes with a black and white plaid school girl skirt and sheer tie at the bust top along with white thigh high socks, white lace panties and white lace balconette bra. A pair of Mary Jane’s sits on the bed next to the outfit. She puts on the outfit, dancing around and swinging her hips provocatively. She bends over in front of him showing him her backside and her swollen lips. She looks in the mirror and squeezes her breasts together.. Pulling her hair into a hair band, she looks at her makeup bag.. She decides to apply just a touch of the war paint and looks at him. Having showered while she was in the corner, he nods his approval and claps and rubs his hands together.
"I'm starving, let's go."
"Go?" she was under the impression he wanted to play but they are going somewhere...
"To dinner? When people are starving, they usually eat, ya know."
Something clicked in her mind and she grins, "Certainly, Master. Let's have dinner. And may I ask if you still have energy left, might we go out and dance?"
It is his turn to grin at her, evil thoughts racing thru both their minds. "Of course, now you do realize you will have to pay for keeping me up when I'm so tired." They exchange winks as they head out the door.
At the restaurant entrance, Sir spots the curious man from the pool sitting with the dagger lady directly opposite of her. The open table behind the dagger lady and helped Sir choose his first victim. Sitting his pet in full view of the man, Sir nods his acknowledgement and tweaks his pet's nipple so that the man can see.
The girl giggles and kisses his hands as she thanks him. In return, his vixen feels a soft vibration in her pussy. She isn't dreaming this time. She looks at Sir and he shows her the remote.. "When did you put it in without me noticing?"
"Remember when I was playing with you before we went to the pool and I told you I was putting three fingers in? This was three fingers.. I thought you would have figured it out by now, you really need to be more observant."
"And miss what I feel now? No way, Sir. It's...much..." her voice trails off.
Sir holds the remote up for the man to see then points to his slave digging her nails into his arms. Immediately the man catches on and watches with great interest. "It's much what?"
"Fun...this...way..."
"Show me your nipples."
She turns to Master and opens her shirt for him to see. Master points to the interested man and instructs... "Show him." She turns to him and opens her shirt wider. "Pull your tits out and show him" She untucks her tits, the nipples standing erect, the rings daggling from the tips."
She tucks them in just as his wife turns to see them sitting behind them. She says nothing. Master and slave snicker at her disgust. She doesn't know the fun she is missing. Words are exchanged at the next table and the wife disappears to her room. Master invites the man to sit with them while they enjoy their meal. The man, whose name is Sean, is curious and wants to know more about this type of relationship, what it involves and how he can get one. Master laughs and explains while she sits quietly and eats her dinner.
Master nudges her out of her daydream and quietly says, "Pet, cum for Master." Her eyes roll back in her head and she slumps into his arms, her face twisted in ecstasy, "Give it to me, all of it." He puts a hand over her mouth to remind her to keep it quiet. Her nails are digging into his arm and he's smiling at her as her feet curl up into her chair. Her body is convulsing and he hangs on to her.
The waiter comes up and asks if everything is ok. Master calmly explains she's having a seizure but will be fine. The waiter offers additional assistant, Master declines. I'm a doctor, she will be ok. The waiter departs just as she is coming out of her orgasm. All three are laughing as Master has a quick mind.
"Did you really just orgasm?" Sean asks.
"I can't answer that, I do not talk sex with men other than my Master."
"Good answer, my pet. Take your panties off and give them to Sean so he can see if you orgasmed." Sean's jaw hit the floor as she wiggled out of her panties and handed them over. "Is the crotch wet?" he looks at Sean examining the panties and chuckles. "It is amazing to have this much control. What's more amazing is that she enjoys giving up her control."
Master smiles at his pet who is beaming with pride. "It's easy to give you my control. You take care of my every whim, Sir."
"So you LIKE getting spanked?" Sean is so curious he can't help himself.
She looks at Master..."You can answer that."
"Oh yes, I adore it. It puts me on even keel and helps me to stay focused. And if I do something that displeases my one and only, instead of a huge fight ensuing, he will punish me and once done, the slate is wiped clean and all is well." She smiles a huge smile and beams at her Master. "No fuss, no fight, no mess to clean up afterward."
"That would be a day in glory for me!" he exclaims.
"Just imagine, like tonight, your mrs is pissy with you. You go upstairs and make her stand in the corner for her showing her butt in public." It would give you a great sense of worth if she would follow your command, and it would remind her you are the leader. Then you could fuck like rabbits afterwards."
Master glares at her for her mouth. Immediately, she shrinks down and apologizes. He allows that talk in sceening or with him behind closed doors, but never in public. "I'm sorry Sir; I got carried away with enthusiasm."
Sean notices the change in atmosphere... "So are you going to make her stand in the corner tonight?" He is intently absorbed in the dynamics.
"No, you see, my little pet has done that today, so tonight she will get something else. Like maybe washing her mouth out with soap." Upon hearing that, she involuntarily gags, but says nothing.
Sean is amazed... "And you would LET him do that to you?"
"Yes Sir, I would. I broke a rule and he is his choice of the punishment I bear." She looks sad..
"You'd really wash her mouth out with soap?"
Master chuckles, "Yes, I would. It doesn't hurt her and she will remember not to say it again."
"And then she's in the mood to fuck afterwards???"
"No, but I have my ways. We don't always play afterwards only when the timing is there. Sometimes," he looks at her, "She NEEDS it, and sometimes I need it."
"Sir, may I go to the ladies room?" she whispers into his ear.
Sir hands her the panties with whispers instructions into her ear. She smiles a wicked grin and leaves the table. "Watch this..." the two men watch as she walks about 15 steps and drops her panties, bending over, not bending her knees, she gives them a full view of her powder puff. Sir looks back at Sean and says, "Is that not a thing of beauty."
"It is."
"The real beauty is that she did it without question or hesitation. That is the turn on for me."
"Seeing what I just saw is the turn on for me."
Giving a good belly laugh, Sir says, "Knowing that you want her and can't have her is her turn on."
"And she will let you take her upstairs, wash her mouth out with soap and then you will fuck her?"
"I'm not going to wash her mouth out tonight, but I am going to spank her and play with her."
"That is so hot; I would love to be the fly on your wall watching you tonight."
"Is that so?”
She is just seating herself, "Is what so? Did I miss any good conversation, Sir?"
"Sean here would like to watch you get played with tonight... what do you think? He has never gotten to see anything like this; you would be a first for him."
"That is up to you, Sir."
"Are you sure, pet?"
"If he wishes to watch and learn, he should learn from the best Sir, and that means he should learn from you."
He beams at her words. Sean is in awe at her adoration for her Master. "God, if my wife could trust me so much, life would be a lot different."
"It's all about the trust. So here are the rules, mind you, one even the smallest infraction and you are out the door."
"Oh man, I understand. And don't worry, this is all hush hush. I would hate my wife to know what is going on." He says with a good laugh.
Sir leads his pet to the room, with her walking 1/2 step behind. Sean is in awe at the whole thing. He watches with high interest. Once there, Sean is shown a chair, and she sits on the bed while Sir opens the case that came earlier that day. She peeks over and sees he has brought a whole arsenal of toys. Sean is looking and Master explains some of the things in the case. Finally he tells him to just sit and watch and if he has questions, write them down and ask later, after they are done. If he asks too many questions, it will spoil the mood and no one will get what they need from this.
Sean sits in the corner and quietly watches. Sir sits on the bed with his pet and kisses her hand and arm, setting the mood. He asks her again if it is ok to have a stranger watch. She assures him it ok, Sir is there protecting her and she is safe. He slips the collar around her neck and buckles it in place, next go her cuffs.
She stands and he looks at her disapprovingly. "Come here you little scamp! You tried to be a little naughty bitch tease didn't you? Don't try to deny it, I know what kind of wanton lil girl you are." She casts her eyes down, but he still sees the slight smile on her face, "Answer ME".
She looks up at him as innocently as she can, "Yes Daddy, I did".
"Girl, why did you try to tease a stranger? You know when a man sees your tight little pussy all that he want to do it fuck you long and hard. Why did you try to tease ME?"
'Cause Daddy, I wanted some attention".
"What kind of attention do you want little girl?"
“I want you to hold me Daddy, I want you to make me a good girl, and I want you to punish me for being naughty".
"You have disappointed me," he said smiling to himself inside. He unbuckled his belt and took it off, "Come here, we'll make you a good girl" He points to the bed and she lies across it. He rubs up and down her legs, spreading them massaging her pussy lips just a touch making her squirm just a little. He swats her on the clothed behind and listens to her moan. Sean moves so that he can get a better view. Sir pulls up her skirt showing her panties. "Oh and you hide your transgression by putting on your panties..." He pulls her to her feet and strips her naked. "You are not to wear clothes in front of me for the rest of the night. Do you understand?" He swats her on the butt with his belt.
"Yes Daddy, yes, I understand."
"I want to mark you, girl. But I have plans for your body tomorrow..." He takes her nipples between his fingers and thumbs squeezing and pulling on them. She winces and stands on her tip toes. "Hurts?"
"No Sir."
He sees her defiance, "Oh well, maybe this will hurt" He picks up his crop and pinches her left tit. She looks him in the eye. He pops her a good swat and she jumps. "Hurt?" She looks him in the eye again. He pops the opposite breast, making her really jump that time. "Hurt?"
"Yes, Sir." She's no longer looking at him. He drops the crop and rubs her breasts, kissing and sucking.
He stands back to tell her he still needs to punish her for teasing at the dinner table tonight. She lies on the bed, and he pulls her up at the waist, leaving her with shoulders down, ass up. He buckles her wrists to the ankles keeping her from moving out of that position. He rubs her ass with both hands, enjoying the feel of her warm flesh against his. He spanks her left cheek. "You need to count how many times I spank you, do you understand me?"
"Yes, Sir"
Sir rubs and swats and she respond with a number. "4,5,6,7," "1,2,3,...."
He looks at her backside, fire engine red. "That is a nice ass, Baby. Sean, isn't that a nice red ass right here?"
Sean enthusiastic nods his head, being sure not to spoil the mood.
Master reaches, unclips her wrists and ankles and pulls her shoulders up with her hands reaching skyward, he reaches around and rubs her nipples, tugging on her rings. "Pretty tits too, huh." Again, Sean agrees with a nod and wide eyes. Master whispers in his slave's ear, "Are you doing ok? Do you need anything?"
"Water, please?"
"Please, what, little one."
Sean hands Sir a bottle of water and Sir gives his little girl a drink.
"Thank you, Sir." She offers him a kiss and he accepts it.
He lays her on her back and once again clips her ankles to her wrist. Spreading her legs. Rubbing her bare skin, she croons, "Oh thank you, Sir" He teases her inner thighs with the crop, rubbing, tapping and gently popping her. Grazing her fleshy petals, Sean can clearly see a hood ring. Sir gently taps on her pussy lips, making her moan and wiggle, pumping her hips back and forth. He plays with her belly ring and back up to her breasts.
"Cramp!" she announces clearly. She's pulling on her right leg. He releases her restraint and rubs her leg with one hand while releasing the other leg with the opposite. He rolls her onto her belly and rubs the back of her thigh, then picks up a flogger.
Tracing the leather falls across her back, she arches to feel more. He gently tosses the falls over his shoulder and onto her back. "Oh yes, Thank you, Sir" He rubs and flogs over and over, each time getting a thank you from his girl.
He uses another flogger with bigger knots and begins his deep tissue massage, watching her arch her back to get meet the falls as they land. "Harder, Sir, please? He lands the blows a little harder at her requests until she starts to cough. He sits her up and lets her cough, patting her back until it is all up.
Master explains to a worried looking Sean, "She gets congested easy and this helps to clear her chest. She will sleep like a baby tonight. She can breathe easier."
"Oh" Sean mouths. Master smiles.
He turns his attention once more to his pet. He rubs the inside of her thigh with her cuddled in his arms, "Do you want Sean to leave now?"
"Yes Master, I wish to be alone with you now."
Sean stands and backs to the door, mouthing "thank you" putting his hands together and mock bowing to Master. She hears the door shut. They are alone now.
He lays her down and rubs her all over, she is on her side and her caresses her backside, reaching his hand between her legs from behind and feeling her slickness and rubbing it towards her anus. She purrs like a kitten.. "What would you like, little one?" You were such a good girl today. Tell me what you desire."
"To give everything to you, Sir. To have you fill me up, take me, use me, love me, please."
He reaches and retrieves an anal plug. I want your ass tonight."
"Yes, Sir", she breathes as he slowly inserts the plug.
"I want your pussy tonight."
"Yes, Sir." He puts his fingers deep inside... pulling out the egg he has forgotten about, and putting his fingers inside her again.
"I want your mouth tonight." She twists around lying on her back and kissing him deeply.
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He comes into the living room and tosses her the paper. "Happy birthday." he says, watching her face as she reads the itinerary. She stares at it, mouth dropped open, in disbelief.
As it dawns on her this is real, she jumps up and hollers, "Oh Thank you, Sir! Thank you!" She throws her arms around his neck and kisses him. He enjoys her excitement.
"You might want to look very carefully, you have a little work to do and you need to hurry up about it."
She looks at the paper again, studying it hard.... "Oh my God! We leave in the morning????? I have to pack!" She throws her hands up and runs to the bedroom. "I should have gotten a new swimsuit last week when I was shopping!"
She comes out, with her hands on her hips, smiling, and declares in mock exasperation, "I don't have a suitable swimsuit for Jamaica!"
He laughs, leaning back on the couch, pointing to the suitcase sitting by the door... I got you a swimsuit and a new pair of shoes and even a new dress. Oh, and don't bother with undergarments, I got those too."
She springs onto the couch beside him, "Really? Can I see? What do I need to bring? Anything special? Can I see? Please?"
He teases, "We don't have time. It's late. Get packed, we leave for the airport at 4AM. I'll be getting your slow moving morning ass up at 2."
"AT 2AM? she exclaimed. He is quick to turn her over his knee and swat her butt. "Oh yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir!" He swats her one time hard and pushes her off his lap.
"Would you go already?? Get packed. Oh, and you are NOT to bring any toys. I have what I want." he dismisses her as he turns back to the tv.
She hurriedly throws a suitcase together. He had brought one down from the attic for her. It was tiny, compared to his larger case. She throws her perfume and toiletries in it, grabs his favorite low cut shirt and a skirt, a couple of pairs of shorts and tiny tank tops. She looks thru her drawer to grab her sceneing collar... he said no toys. Her play collar is no toy; she puts it in the suitcase. She opens the drawer again...he hasn't seen it yet. She slips it into her case. He walks in, smiles at her trying to get her bag closed. Taking it from her, he zips it with no effort. He turns to her and unceremoniously takes her clothes from her. He sits on the bed and points to the shower. She pouts; disappointed that he isn't turning her over is his knee. He chuckles, "No you don't. I will not spank you for pouting right now. But I will beat your ass if you don't get in the shower. We got to get up in 5 hours.." He knows she is longing to be used but he refuses tonight, she'll keep them up and make them late for their flight. She steps into the hot shower... and he follows her. "Just making sure you don't dawdle. No playing with yourself. I know you want it; it will have to wait till tomorrow. I promise to take very very good care of you, you little vixen."
"Succubus, Sir"
"What?"
"I'm a succubus, Sir. The demon that makes love to men in their dreams..."
He grins, "That you are, pet."
Once out of the shower, she pulls the covers back and pulls her sleeping cuffs from under her pillow and offers them to him. He smiles and kisses her and places them onto her ankles and wrists. He kisses her again and motions for her to climb into bed. He puts on a pair of boxers and climbs in beside her. She frowns but says nothing. She cuddles into his arm and they fall asleep.
The alarm blares, shaking him out of bed. She jumps as he reaches to turn it off. "Ugh, it's too early." She lies back down.
"Come on sleeping beauty, I'll get you some coffee, go get in the shower."
"But I showered last night," she protests, ”Let me sleep 10 more minutes, please?"
He kisses her nose..."Tell ya what, you sleep. I'll go on vacation by myself and let someone else wear your pretty little gifts," he threatened.
Her feet hit the floor and she's off to the shower. Hair washed and fresh, she emerges in the kitchen. He has her coffee ready. "You need to dry your hair, girl." She takes her coffee into the bathroom to finish her hair. Once again she emerges, "Very good." Her hair is dry and in a pony tail. She's wearing a halter dress and sandals. He grins, walking behind her. He pulls up her dress to check for panties. Seeing her white lace, he gives her an approving pat her on the butt. "Let's eat, and then we have to leave. The cab is on its way."
At the airport, after they have checked in, the wait begins. He brought her net book because he knew she would forget in all her excitement. She hugs him and smiles. He absently says, "You're like a kid in a candy store."
"I've never been to Jamaica. This is a big first for me, Sir."
He points to her computer, "Make a list of everything you want to do while we are there."
"But I don't know what all we can do there!" She’s so hyper he grins and tries to ignore her. Finally they announce boarding for the flight. Once on deck, he has the window, looking out. She's in the seat next to him, fidgeting. He smiles at her and reaches into his pocket...pulling out a remote control, closing his hand around it. He offers her his clenched fist and she tries to pry his fingers open. He lets her toy with his hand for a minute, and then opens it to full view. She jumps her eyes wide. "Sir!" she whispers with shock. She covers his hand with her own, as if trying to keep anyone from seeing it.
He grins and informs her that's not all he has in his pocket... she giggles. He tells her not to get too comfortable... As soon as the flight has reached cruising attitude, he unbuckles his seat belt and pretends to look for something on the aisle floor right in front her where she has no choice but to spread her legs or get out of her seat. He reaches under her dress and plays with her lips thru her panties. He looks up at her and she is squirming and giggling softly. He pulls the panties aside, and sticks his finger in her pussy. Her eyes get wide and he grins at her. She is wet...really wet, which is good. Thru pursed lips she is grinning from ear to ear. He didn't think her eyes could get any bigger but they did. They were having so much fun; they are oblivious to the passengers going back and forth.
He sits back in his seat, and beams at her as he pulls a pair of vibrating panties out of his pocket, "Here, put these on and hand me the panties you're wearing." She starts to stand and he grabs her hand. "No, do it here."
She falls into her seat, "HERE???"
"Are you questioning me, young lady?"
"Of course not, Sir," she croons to him as she wiggles in her seat trying to get her panties off.
He watches her laughing on the inside..... "Just stand up and take them off."
He laughs out loud as the flight attendants come from behind with the beverage cart.
"Oh, um, excuse me, would either of you like something to drink?" comes a female voice behind her.
She is horrified as she stands there with panties in hand. He's very smooth, "No, thank you, we will wait."
"Well, holler if you need anything," the other attendant offers. The male looks at Sir and licks his lips. This does not pass her attention. Sir gives his thanks and hands his pet the pair of panties and instructs her to put them on. The attendants are still there with their backs to her and she steps into them.
Ten minutes go by and Sir touches the help light, the male attendant strolls up the aisle and Sir turns on the vibrating panties. His pet is writhing in her seat by the time the attendant arrives. She tried to stand; Sir grabs her wrist and holds her there. "What can I get for you, Sir?"
“A coke, please."
"And Miss? For you?"
She stares at him! She opens her mouth and only incoherent babble comes out. The attendant understands what is happening and he looks at Sir and winks at him. "Ma'am, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you." She looks at Sir, with that 'please stop, don't stop, please stop, don't stop' look.
"Pet, answer the man."
She looks back at the attendant and smiles, swallowing hard... "I would like..." Sir turns up the speed...."an orgasm. A DIET COKE! OH MY GOD, I DON'T BELIEVE I JUST SAID THAT. I MEAN A DIET COKE!"
Both men are doing their best to hold in their laughter. "Ma'am, we don't serve orgasm on this flight!" the attendant announces rather loudly, "but I will get you that diet coke." He walks away dancing with laughter.
He returns moments later, carrying the drinks, still trying to keep a straight face.
As soon as the attendant is gone, he turns the panties off and reminds her she cannot orgasm without his permission. She pants as she thanks him and he teases her even more... "Do you want to cum? How wet is my pussy? I'm going to pull your dress us and fuck you right here in front of everyone. That flight attendant knows you want to cum. Now half the flight does too." He laughs, kissing her forehead.
She is intently writing on her computer and suddenly her panties are vibrating again. He has called for the attendant to ask if he could get a blanket, his pet has a chill... She is shivering... her thighs are quivering and she is shaking. Her eyes roll into her head as her head falls onto his shoulder..."Are you ok, pet?" He covers her with the small light airline cover, taking her close into his arms.
She softly moans. He strokes her hair whispering "Do you need to cum?"
"Yes, sir, please may I cum?" Her voice is low and whimpering, she raises her head to look at him, he can see her eyes welling up with need.
He pulls her into his chest and whispers, "Cum for your Master." This was something she needed so badly, the close intimate release, shared only between the two of them. She stiffens in his arms. She purrs strong yet quietly so that only he can share her moment. She digs her fingernails deep into his arm and pulls him to her. Her legs curl up into the seat with her, He pulls her in tighter, letting her release that energy. Holding her breath, she lets out a low growl as the final wave flows thru her. She relaxes her grip, and lays exhausted against his shoulder. "Good girl, my pet."
"Thank you, Sir. You are a wonderful Master."
A half hour goes by, she's resting quietly against his shoulder and she feels the panties start to vibrate again. Looking around, the attendant is coming down the aisle. "Can I help you?"
"I need a new magazine please. This one is old and I've read it already."
The attendant is back with magazine in hand, "Here you go, Sir. Miss, can I get anything for you?"
"Answer her, pet. Don't be rude."
"I have to go to the bathroom," she states.
"You'll need to use the forward lavatory; we're having issues with the back one."
"Thank you," comes the quivering response. She stands as she feels the vibrations stop. She walks 10 steps and feels a buzz on her pussy. She grabs a hold of the seat beside her. It stops. Another 10 steps and another buzz, each times causing her to cross her legs and hang on to the nearest seat. Just as she gets to the forward lavatory, a man from first class takes the room. Sir is watching and decides this would be a good time to leave the panties turned on, forcing her to helplessly walk the length of the plane with her pussy being stimulated. As she takes each step, he plays with the control, Watching as she holds on for dear life to each seat she passes. She comes up on passenger blocking her way and is forced to retreat back up the aisle to the forward lav again. Once she is inside he turns the panties up full force. The entire first class section erupts into laughter when they heard a very loud, "OH MY GOD, YES." She is loud in her moaning and groaning and isn't aware she can be heard throughout the entire cabin. She emerges to clapping and cheering. The men are smiling along with some women while others glare in disgust.
She tries to hide her embarrassed face while she walks thru the aisle as quickly as she can. He is in stitches when she gets there. She calls for the attendant, mock glaring at him. He turns the panties back on. She swimming in a pool of cum as the attendant appears..."How much longer til we land?"
The attendant smiles, knowing of her torture and just as she starts to speak, the overhead speaker announces they are starting their decent. "Soon," comes the reply.
She is so busy looking around at her new environment that she doesn't notice the vibrating in her loins when he hails the taxi. He takes mercy on her until they get into the hotel lobby. As soon as the valet speaks, Sir turns the panties on again. Her knees buckle instantly. She reaches for Sir and almost falls down. The valet catches her and Sir watches as she tries to explain herself. "I'm so sorry.. There was a ... itch...NO, a...a...." Suddenly she composes herself for a faction of a second and replies, "I twisted my ankle."
Good save! He thought, as he chuckles watching her walk sideways, with her legs almost crossed to the counter.
"Pet, check us in," He states, "I have to make a phone call." He takes two steps back and holds his belly laughing.
"I, um, yeah, I ... ah,... need to.. check check check in, ...please. Need... to.. ahh,...check in... now.. Could you...umm.. hurry...please... I...umm.. yeah... I gotta... hurry...please...check in..."
"Ma'am, I'm sorry, I can't understand you."
"Damn it!... oh.. Sorry. I...Need..to..check (the strength increases) CHECK IN...please. NOW! hurry, please..." She's holding on to the counter. "Please... hurry."
Sir comes up and takes over, "Are you ok, dear?" He wraps a protective arm around her and mockingly whispers to the agent, she can't do anything without me. I swear she must have been born a blond." She chokes and hangs on.
Once in the room, he was quick to bring judgement upon her, "Young lady, here now." He points to the floor. She puts her bag on the bed and stand before him, not sure what is happening but knowing something is wrong. He points to the floor again and she drops sitting on her legs, with her head bowed. "Look at me. Did I hear you say a curse word at the counter?"
"I don't know, Sir. Did I curse? I didn't mean to."
He pulls her up, "Well... I have to take some responsibility. So I can't really punish you for it."
"You want spank me?" She looks at him with a devilish grin, "even if I ask you to, Sir?"
"I'm going out to the pool in a few minutes; do you want everyone to see your freshly spanked ass, all hot.... and red....?
Just then, a knock came from the door. The bellhop has a large case in his hand. Sir thanks the man and gives him a tip. She looks at the case, not ever seeing it before. He grins at her curiosity and doesn't tell her what is in it. He knows she'd dying to ask, but her stubborn streak is showing. She turns away from the case and looks out the plate glass window.
He clears his throat, "girl, you never answered my question? Do you want everyone to see your freshly spanked ass?"
"Whichever, I don't care." She's not playing now. Well, he can fix that easy. He's behind her grabbing her cheeks and squeezing. She pretends not to notice. He turns on the panties and her knees buckle once more. Her hands go to the glass when he pulls her dress up and fondles her lips thru the panties. She looks at him over her shoulder.
He takes her by the hand and leads her to the chair where he sits. Pointing to his lap, she lays over his knees. Pulling up her dress, he can see her swollen lips thru the fabric. He pinches them and she squeaks. He turns the panties off and pulls down them down to her thighs and rubs her cream colored ass cheeks. "My pet has been wanting attention since yesterday, hasn't she?"
"Yes, Sir" breathlessly, she answers. He lands a light swat to her cheeks and immediately rubs. She softly moans, "Oh yes, thank you. Thank you Sir. Please, please do it again. Please."
He slowly spanks, not hard, but enough to fit the bill. Her butt turning bright red. Still she begs him not to stop. "Pet, let's go to the pool. That's enough for now. Your backside is bright red and welted. Maybe you can have more later."
He opens his suitcase and hands her a black two piece swimsuit. "Here girl, for you."
She holds out the swimsuit and shakes her head. The top will barely cover her nipples if she's lucky and the thong bottoms are sure to tease anyone with her red butt shining. She strips and puts on the swimsuit, turning in front of the mirror to see her ass. She grins at him as he hands her a sarong. "Oh, thank you, Sir. You think of everything." She steps up on her tip toes to kiss him when he reaches inside her bottoms. I forgot something, take them off and lay on the bed with your eyes closed. He steps between her legs spreading them wider and raising her feet to the bed. He laps up her pussy juice and fingers her, first one finger then two. He tells her he wants to put another in, and instead he slides in a wireless egg without her realizing it. He continues playing and licking then suddenly stops. "I had to clean you up, girl, before you could go out to play. Now get dressed and let's go."
Lounge chairs surround the pool. He chooses a set in the middle of everyone.
She swabs him down in sunscreen and lays the sarong on the chair and stretches out on her back. He chuckles..."On your belly, girl. I want everyone to see your ass all nice and red."
After 20 minutes she flips over to let the warm sun tan her front. He splashes her from the pool and beckons her to join him. Into the water she goes, playing and frolicking. Soon he tells her it's time to lay out some more. She follows him out of the pool. She mentions how it seems like everyone is watching them as they walk to the other side of the pool. He grins, "Look down." To her mortification she realizes her swimsuit is sheer. Her body is visible to everyone. He laughs, "They've seen naked pussy and nipples before, what are you so horrified over?"
"Sir!!!!!"
Directing her back to her chair, he tells her to stay there; he is going to get them something to drink. She lies for a few minutes, letting the sun bake her as she drifts off. She starts to dream that her pussy is being rubbed or played with or something. It sure does feel good. Oh yeah, mmhmmm, oh yes, more baby, more. She is jolted from her dream and back to reality when she feels a touch on her toe.
"Miss, are you ok?" a man was asking.
"Yes, certainly, I'm fine, why do you ask?"
"Well, you were groaning like you were in pain. Are you sure you're ok?"
"Yes, I'm fine, thank you for checking on me. Did you happen to see where my mast...where my boyfriend went?"
"That guy right there?" he says pointing as Sir comes her direction.
"Pet, let’s eat."
"Yes, Master"
"Pet, Master?? You two aren't into like kinky sex and shit, are you?" says the gentleman still standing there.
She smiles at Master and he looks at the guy, straight faced and answers, "Yes, we are." With that he takes his pet's hand and leads her away, leaving the man dumbfounded.
"Did my girl have a nice nap?"
"Yes, Sir, I did, thank you Sir for asking."
"Have good dreams?"
Embarrassed, she admits that she did, "It was strange, so realistic. It felt like someone was rubbing my pussy Sir. It felt really good. I probably would have cum except that guy woke me up."
"He did a good thing, pet, sometimes you can get loud." to that, she had no retort.
"How did I get so lucky that you chose me...."
At the outside bar, she stands next to him. Suddenly she is splashed with ice water. "Fucking bitch ass cunt!," screams a strange woman.
Master immediately steps between his pet and the assailant. "Excuse me? Why in the hell did you just do that? What did she do to you?" His pet is redhead all over and she's trying to get around Master to do some ass kicking. Master puts his hand on her hip... reminding her who she is, and what his job is.
The woman suddenly stammers, "Look at you! You think you're all that and yet you abuse women! And she lets you! You're both a disgrace to humanity!"
Pet has her nails dug into Master's arm trying to maintain, but this pushed her overboard. "How dare you! This man has not ever laid a hand on me in anger! He is the most affectionate man I've ever had the pleasure of knowing, and I'm blessed that he takes care of my needs, ALL my needs, every one of them!" Her temper is up and her mouth is flying. "So what if I ASK him to spank me during sex.... I LIKE IT, I WANT IT, AND I NEED IT. You should try it sometime; it might help you to mind your manners!" With that, Sir clamped his hand over her mouth and put a firm grip on her hair. He dismissed the woman with a wave of his hand. His treasured little pet looks up at him, "I'm sorry but she had no right saying that to you or about you. She doesn't know you or me. Obviously, she could use an attitude adjustment.... She..."
"It's ok. She’s gone. It's over"
"But it's not..."
He puts a finger to her lips..."Hush now." He takes a sip of his beer and glances her way. If looks could kill, that woman would be dead.. His pet was throwing daggers with her eyes. "Thank you for standing up for me. This is going to be hard. I understand why you did what you did, but you put yourself in harm's way. I'm going to have to punish you."
"But Sir..."
He stares her down, softly reminding her, "I put you behind me to protect you. Even though you felt you were doing the right thing, you came from behind me and left yourself open for her to assault you." He puts his finger to her lips again, just as she is about to say something, "You don't know her, either. She could have been a maniac with cruel intentions. You should have stayed behind me.. You make it hard. You are so sweet in your intentions, but I have to teach you to obey me." She hangs her head in shame. He nudges her, "It's not all that bad. You're still my pet."
After 10 minutes she queries, "Master, can we go in now and get it over with? I can't stand you being upset with me."
"You haven't finished with your diet coke, pet. Finish it and let me finish my beer." She sits, drinking her diet coke and waits.
"Can I just go to the room and wait, Master?
"Pet, I'm enjoying seeing your naked body out here; your suit is still wet. Sit with me. Don't be embarrassed, girl. Look around, you are not the only one with nothing or next to nothing on. You're the hottest one though cuz you're mine." He takes her hand and leads her to the room.
Once inside, she strips at his instruction and kneels facing the corner. This is pure torture. She's not allowed to talk and she's got a lot to say. She waits quietly waiting to hear his voice. She doesn't have a watch and the hour drags to a grinding stop. How long can this go on? He comes up and stokes her hair. "How's your knees?"
"Hurts, Sir."
He hands her a fluffy towel. "Kneel on this. If it hurts, I mean, real pain, you have to tell me, otherwise I don't know." She wants to ask how much longer. He knows her to well, "You've been there 15 minutes." 15 MINUTES?!!!!! Oh no, this is going to take forever, she rolls her eyes at herself.
"Did you just roll your eyes at me, young lady?"
"No Sir. At myself, this is just pure..."
"No talking means no talking. Let this remind you." He says, putting a piece of tape over her mouth. He periodically checks on her but doesn't tell her how much is left. Finally he calls her to him. Opening his arms, she slips into his lap. Stroking her hair and kissing her, he tells her it's over and the slate is wiped clean. All is forgiven and they're good again.
Opening her suitcase, after her shower, she realizes he has repacked her bag, the only things he allowed of what she packed were her toiletries, the thing in the unopened package and the low cut shirt and short skirt. Setting out the shirt and skirt, she returns to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Upon return, he has changed her mind for her, replacing her clothes with a black and white plaid school girl skirt and sheer tie at the bust top along with white thigh high socks, white lace panties and white lace balconette bra. A pair of Mary Jane’s sits on the bed next to the outfit. She puts on the outfit, dancing around and swinging her hips provocatively. She bends over in front of him showing him her backside and her swollen lips. She looks in the mirror and squeezes her breasts together.. Pulling her hair into a hair band, she looks at her makeup bag.. She decides to apply just a touch of the war paint and looks at him. Having showered while she was in the corner, he nods his approval and claps and rubs his hands together.
"I'm starving, let's go."
"Go?" she was under the impression he wanted to play but they are going somewhere...
"To dinner? When people are starving, they usually eat, ya know."
Something clicked in her mind and she grins, "Certainly, Master. Let's have dinner. And may I ask if you still have energy left, might we go out and dance?"
It is his turn to grin at her, evil thoughts racing thru both their minds. "Of course, now you do realize you will have to pay for keeping me up when I'm so tired." They exchange winks as they head out the door.
At the restaurant entrance, Sir spots the curious man from the pool sitting with the dagger lady directly opposite of her. The open table behind the dagger lady and helped Sir choose his first victim. Sitting his pet in full view of the man, Sir nods his acknowledgement and tweaks his pet's nipple so that the man can see.
The girl giggles and kisses his hands as she thanks him. In return, his vixen feels a soft vibration in her pussy. She isn't dreaming this time. She looks at Sir and he shows her the remote.. "When did you put it in without me noticing?"
"Remember when I was playing with you before we went to the pool and I told you I was putting three fingers in? This was three fingers.. I thought you would have figured it out by now, you really need to be more observant."
"And miss what I feel now? No way, Sir. It's...much..." her voice trails off.
Sir holds the remote up for the man to see then points to his slave digging her nails into his arms. Immediately the man catches on and watches with great interest. "It's much what?"
"Fun...this...way..."
"Show me your nipples."
She turns to Master and opens her shirt for him to see. Master points to the interested man and instructs... "Show him." She turns to him and opens her shirt wider. "Pull your tits out and show him" She untucks her tits, the nipples standing erect, the rings daggling from the tips."
She tucks them in just as his wife turns to see them sitting behind them. She says nothing. Master and slave snicker at her disgust. She doesn't know the fun she is missing. Words are exchanged at the next table and the wife disappears to her room. Master invites the man to sit with them while they enjoy their meal. The man, whose name is Sean, is curious and wants to know more about this type of relationship, what it involves and how he can get one. Master laughs and explains while she sits quietly and eats her dinner.
Master nudges her out of her daydream and quietly says, "Pet, cum for Master." Her eyes roll back in her head and she slumps into his arms, her face twisted in ecstasy, "Give it to me, all of it." He puts a hand over her mouth to remind her to keep it quiet. Her nails are digging into his arm and he's smiling at her as her feet curl up into her chair. Her body is convulsing and he hangs on to her.
The waiter comes up and asks if everything is ok. Master calmly explains she's having a seizure but will be fine. The waiter offers additional assistant, Master declines. I'm a doctor, she will be ok. The waiter departs just as she is coming out of her orgasm. All three are laughing as Master has a quick mind.
"Did you really just orgasm?" Sean asks.
"I can't answer that, I do not talk sex with men other than my Master."
"Good answer, my pet. Take your panties off and give them to Sean so he can see if you orgasmed." Sean's jaw hit the floor as she wiggled out of her panties and handed them over. "Is the crotch wet?" he looks at Sean examining the panties and chuckles. "It is amazing to have this much control. What's more amazing is that she enjoys giving up her control."
Master smiles at his pet who is beaming with pride. "It's easy to give you my control. You take care of my every whim, Sir."
"So you LIKE getting spanked?" Sean is so curious he can't help himself.
She looks at Master..."You can answer that."
"Oh yes, I adore it. It puts me on even keel and helps me to stay focused. And if I do something that displeases my one and only, instead of a huge fight ensuing, he will punish me and once done, the slate is wiped clean and all is well." She smiles a huge smile and beams at her Master. "No fuss, no fight, no mess to clean up afterward."
"That would be a day in glory for me!" he exclaims.
"Just imagine, like tonight, your mrs is pissy with you. You go upstairs and make her stand in the corner for her showing her butt in public." It would give you a great sense of worth if she would follow your command, and it would remind her you are the leader. Then you could fuck like rabbits afterwards."
Master glares at her for her mouth. Immediately, she shrinks down and apologizes. He allows that talk in sceening or with him behind closed doors, but never in public. "I'm sorry Sir; I got carried away with enthusiasm."
Sean notices the change in atmosphere... "So are you going to make her stand in the corner tonight?" He is intently absorbed in the dynamics.
"No, you see, my little pet has done that today, so tonight she will get something else. Like maybe washing her mouth out with soap." Upon hearing that, she involuntarily gags, but says nothing.
Sean is amazed... "And you would LET him do that to you?"
"Yes Sir, I would. I broke a rule and he is his choice of the punishment I bear." She looks sad..
"You'd really wash her mouth out with soap?"
Master chuckles, "Yes, I would. It doesn't hurt her and she will remember not to say it again."
"And then she's in the mood to fuck afterwards???"
"No, but I have my ways. We don't always play afterwards only when the timing is there. Sometimes," he looks at her, "She NEEDS it, and sometimes I need it."
"Sir, may I go to the ladies room?" she whispers into his ear.
Sir hands her the panties with whispers instructions into her ear. She smiles a wicked grin and leaves the table. "Watch this..." the two men watch as she walks about 15 steps and drops her panties, bending over, not bending her knees, she gives them a full view of her powder puff. Sir looks back at Sean and says, "Is that not a thing of beauty."
"It is."
"The real beauty is that she did it without question or hesitation. That is the turn on for me."
"Seeing what I just saw is the turn on for me."
Giving a good belly laugh, Sir says, "Knowing that you want her and can't have her is her turn on."
"And she will let you take her upstairs, wash her mouth out with soap and then you will fuck her?"
"I'm not going to wash her mouth out tonight, but I am going to spank her and play with her."
"That is so hot; I would love to be the fly on your wall watching you tonight."
"Is that so?”
She is just seating herself, "Is what so? Did I miss any good conversation, Sir?"
"Sean here would like to watch you get played with tonight... what do you think? He has never gotten to see anything like this; you would be a first for him."
"That is up to you, Sir."
"Are you sure, pet?"
"If he wishes to watch and learn, he should learn from the best Sir, and that means he should learn from you."
He beams at her words. Sean is in awe at her adoration for her Master. "God, if my wife could trust me so much, life would be a lot different."
"It's all about the trust. So here are the rules, mind you, one even the smallest infraction and you are out the door."
"Oh man, I understand. And don't worry, this is all hush hush. I would hate my wife to know what is going on." He says with a good laugh.
Sir leads his pet to the room, with her walking 1/2 step behind. Sean is in awe at the whole thing. He watches with high interest. Once there, Sean is shown a chair, and she sits on the bed while Sir opens the case that came earlier that day. She peeks over and sees he has brought a whole arsenal of toys. Sean is looking and Master explains some of the things in the case. Finally he tells him to just sit and watch and if he has questions, write them down and ask later, after they are done. If he asks too many questions, it will spoil the mood and no one will get what they need from this.
Sean sits in the corner and quietly watches. Sir sits on the bed with his pet and kisses her hand and arm, setting the mood. He asks her again if it is ok to have a stranger watch. She assures him it ok, Sir is there protecting her and she is safe. He slips the collar around her neck and buckles it in place, next go her cuffs.
She stands and he looks at her disapprovingly. "Come here you little scamp! You tried to be a little naughty bitch tease didn't you? Don't try to deny it, I know what kind of wanton lil girl you are." She casts her eyes down, but he still sees the slight smile on her face, "Answer ME".
She looks up at him as innocently as she can, "Yes Daddy, I did".
"Girl, why did you try to tease a stranger? You know when a man sees your tight little pussy all that he want to do it fuck you long and hard. Why did you try to tease ME?"
'Cause Daddy, I wanted some attention".
"What kind of attention do you want little girl?"
“I want you to hold me Daddy, I want you to make me a good girl, and I want you to punish me for being naughty".
"You have disappointed me," he said smiling to himself inside. He unbuckled his belt and took it off, "Come here, we'll make you a good girl" He points to the bed and she lies across it. He rubs up and down her legs, spreading them massaging her pussy lips just a touch making her squirm just a little. He swats her on the clothed behind and listens to her moan. Sean moves so that he can get a better view. Sir pulls up her skirt showing her panties. "Oh and you hide your transgression by putting on your panties..." He pulls her to her feet and strips her naked. "You are not to wear clothes in front of me for the rest of the night. Do you understand?" He swats her on the butt with his belt.
"Yes Daddy, yes, I understand."
"I want to mark you, girl. But I have plans for your body tomorrow..." He takes her nipples between his fingers and thumbs squeezing and pulling on them. She winces and stands on her tip toes. "Hurts?"
"No Sir."
He sees her defiance, "Oh well, maybe this will hurt" He picks up his crop and pinches her left tit. She looks him in the eye. He pops her a good swat and she jumps. "Hurt?" She looks him in the eye again. He pops the opposite breast, making her really jump that time. "Hurt?"
"Yes, Sir." She's no longer looking at him. He drops the crop and rubs her breasts, kissing and sucking.
He stands back to tell her he still needs to punish her for teasing at the dinner table tonight. She lies on the bed, and he pulls her up at the waist, leaving her with shoulders down, ass up. He buckles her wrists to the ankles keeping her from moving out of that position. He rubs her ass with both hands, enjoying the feel of her warm flesh against his. He spanks her left cheek. "You need to count how many times I spank you, do you understand me?"
"Yes, Sir"
Sir rubs and swats and she respond with a number. "4,5,6,7," "1,2,3,...."
He looks at her backside, fire engine red. "That is a nice ass, Baby. Sean, isn't that a nice red ass right here?"
Sean enthusiastic nods his head, being sure not to spoil the mood.
Master reaches, unclips her wrists and ankles and pulls her shoulders up with her hands reaching skyward, he reaches around and rubs her nipples, tugging on her rings. "Pretty tits too, huh." Again, Sean agrees with a nod and wide eyes. Master whispers in his slave's ear, "Are you doing ok? Do you need anything?"
"Water, please?"
"Please, what, little one."
Sean hands Sir a bottle of water and Sir gives his little girl a drink.
"Thank you, Sir." She offers him a kiss and he accepts it.
He lays her on her back and once again clips her ankles to her wrist. Spreading her legs. Rubbing her bare skin, she croons, "Oh thank you, Sir" He teases her inner thighs with the crop, rubbing, tapping and gently popping her. Grazing her fleshy petals, Sean can clearly see a hood ring. Sir gently taps on her pussy lips, making her moan and wiggle, pumping her hips back and forth. He plays with her belly ring and back up to her breasts.
"Cramp!" she announces clearly. She's pulling on her right leg. He releases her restraint and rubs her leg with one hand while releasing the other leg with the opposite. He rolls her onto her belly and rubs the back of her thigh, then picks up a flogger.
Tracing the leather falls across her back, she arches to feel more. He gently tosses the falls over his shoulder and onto her back. "Oh yes, Thank you, Sir" He rubs and flogs over and over, each time getting a thank you from his girl.
He uses another flogger with bigger knots and begins his deep tissue massage, watching her arch her back to get meet the falls as they land. "Harder, Sir, please? He lands the blows a little harder at her requests until she starts to cough. He sits her up and lets her cough, patting her back until it is all up.
Master explains to a worried looking Sean, "She gets congested easy and this helps to clear her chest. She will sleep like a baby tonight. She can breathe easier."
"Oh" Sean mouths. Master smiles.
He turns his attention once more to his pet. He rubs the inside of her thigh with her cuddled in his arms, "Do you want Sean to leave now?"
"Yes Master, I wish to be alone with you now."
Sean stands and backs to the door, mouthing "thank you" putting his hands together and mock bowing to Master. She hears the door shut. They are alone now.
He lays her down and rubs her all over, she is on her side and her caresses her backside, reaching his hand between her legs from behind and feeling her slickness and rubbing it towards her anus. She purrs like a kitten.. "What would you like, little one?" You were such a good girl today. Tell me what you desire."
"To give everything to you, Sir. To have you fill me up, take me, use me, love me, please."
He reaches and retrieves an anal plug. I want your ass tonight."
"Yes, Sir", she breathes as he slowly inserts the plug.
"I want your pussy tonight."
"Yes, Sir." He puts his fingers deep inside... pulling out the egg he has forgotten about, and putting his fingers inside her again.
"I want your mouth tonight." She twists around lying on her back and kissing him deeply.
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It was mid spring, not cold, not hot. She looked at the clock on the mantel, 2:30. He will be home at 6 tonight. She was bored, very bored. She was horny too, as ususal. Today was different though, she just couldn't get enough although she masturbated most of the day, either with toys, or her hand or listening to his voice when he called. She told him of her plight and he promised to take it when he got home. She had asked if she could prepare anything special and he told her to use her imagination and make sure the hot tub was turned on.
Whatever came over her was beyond her, but the first thought that popped in her head was an ice dildo. She made two of them then thinking they seemed rather small she made a larger one and put them in the freezer.
She went about her business but couldn't stop thinking about him and tonight.
She laid out an apron on the bed...soft, white almost sheer, with flowing lace... he would like to see her wearing that, she thought. Her favorite perfume lay beside it, high heels on the floor.
She checks her frozen toys, the two smaller ones are frozen solid. She takes one out of the freezer to see if, in fact this was something she even wanted to adventure in. This is really new territory for her. She holds it in her hand and touches it to her crotch thru her clothes. Not bad. whatever. She's outside on the back porch, she's home alone, what the hell... she takes her pants off and touches the ice to her crotch. "Fuck! That's cold." She sets it down and looks at it again. It calls to her, the delicious torture. Her nipples are hard. She takes off her top and bra. The warm breeze feels good on her naked body. She sits on the weight bench again and slowly rubs the cold rod on her nipples... she doesn't leave it on for long. She plays with it rubbing it on her chest and belly and down onto her pussy mound. She has hair, not very long but hair none the less. She tries to touch it to her libia, but it's just too cold. "Screw this" she mutters and stands up, bumping into him.
"Oh, Sir, you're home early," she stammers. "I was just um, um, going to throw this away." She holds the ice dildo behind her back trying to act nonchalant.
He blocks her way. He has seen what she was playing with and it is too late, she can't hide it. "Throw what away," he asks as he puts his hand out. She puts the ice cock in his hand and he looks at it. She had left it sheathed but it was starting to melt. He can't hide his amusement. He grins. "Thank you, pet."
She watches as he places it in the freezer and he slowly withdraws with the larger one in his hand. "Curiousity got the better of my pet, eh?" he chuckles after replacing it into the freezer. She tries to make small talk and inquires again that he is home early. Picking up her clothes, she begins to dress. "Don't bother, girl. I came home early to see what you were up to since you were having such a hard time earlier. Go get some rope."
She gulps hard and looks at him. He walks past her and pats her butt. "Go on now."
"Yes Sir"
He calls behind her, " While you're at it, get the thigh cuffs too."
When she returns, he tells her to sit, pointing to the weight bench. He glares at her with that "duh" stare and she straddles it. He straddles it in front of her and tells her about the scene. He knows she wants to protest but she can't bring herself to. He kisses her, his customary kiss on the hand, down her arm, rubbing and carressing her arm and hand with his face and lips. He found out the very first time he did that, it set her mind. Softly he kisses her lips as he ties her wrists. Using his weight, he pushes her onto her back and ties each wrist to the barbell resting on the bench. It is too heavy for her to move it so it will serve it's purpose. He stands back and looks at her. He reaches down and fingers her pussy. She's wet. He tells her "Be right back," as he disappears into the house. He returns with hot water, shaving cream and a new razor. He rinses down the mons and shaves it. She watches. It always makes her nervous to let him do this, even though he has never cut her. "Up," he says. She raises her legs and pulls them up locking her knees behind her shoulders and holding her ankles in her hands. Wow, he loves she the way she can do that. He lathers her up and does his duty very carefully. He would hate to cut her. He doesn't like doing it but the last time she had mentioned her fur, he told her to let grow for a little bit. He is done and lets out a silent sigh of relief. "Down," he says and she drops her legs, Her washes her off and rubs the smooth skin.
She wiggles and moans, "Thank you, Master."
He dips a finger inside her, "Tell me, my pet, what got you so hot today? Did Master not take you savagely enough last night?"
"Oh yes, Master. Excellent, indeed. A dream came to me last night and stayed with me most of the day."
"Tell me your dream," He has pushed her legs up and locked them once again behind her shoulders, finger fucking her pussy with two fingers now, moving pretty fast. She is so damn wet.
She starts to say something but her thoughts are dismissed as his fingers continue to massage her insides. He can feel her H spot all hard and engorged. "Well?," he says as he squeezes.
"I, oh my, Master, please, please, please..."
He squeezes harder knowing she can't help herself. "Yes, girl..." he croons as she squirt all over his fingers. He squeezes again and she squirts again, her mind still racked from the first orgasm. He doesn't expect her to ask again, she can't even breathe. He loves when he can get her into these rolling orgasms. She is so exhausted she couldn't object anyway.
He stands with satisfaction and looks at her looking up at him, smiling, sweat beading on her brow.
"You're sweating, a sign that you're hot. Are you thristy?"
"Yes Sir," she pants. "Wait, no Sir" She recalls the freezer.
"Too late," he says as he gives her water to drink to drink, keeping her on her back, with those long legs behind her shoulders. She drinks and thanks him. He is on his knees beside her, tocuhing her hot pussy again, he learns over and licks it, flicking her hood ring back and forth, sucking on her lips and dipping his tongue into her hole. She closes her eyes and leans her head back. He stops long enough to strap on the thigh cuffs and tie her thighs to her upper arms. For extra sensation for her, he ties her ankles to her wrists. Now she can't put her legs down. Her eyes are still closed and he shockes her when he places the ice dildo on her thigh.
Her eyes fly open and she watches not saying anything. He touches the ice to her lips. She jumps. "Hey, that's fucking cold!"
Instinctly he pops her on the mouth. He didn't mean to, it was just instinct. His last pet enjoyed that, this one had her neck broken at a young age and can't tolerate slapping. He avoids it. He tells her he's sorry, she tells him it was her fault. He is ready to stop right there because he crossed the line. She tells him she doesn't want him to stop.
He did like that she sassed him. He can have fun taking that redhead attitude and getting it in check tonight. He makes sure the dildo is slick and he plunges it right into her cunt. "Fuck, damn, son of a bitch, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, Montezuma's revenge, sugarflies, turtle shells, baby monkies, fireflies, ...."
He howls with laughter at her attempts to keep from cussing. He takes it out and cover her with his hot mouth, warming her up.
She's glaring at him, none too happy at all. He teases her with it, pretending he is going to do it again... she draws in a deep breath biting her tongue to keep from blasting off another stream of obsceneties. He hesitates, and plunges it in again and quickly pulls it out...
The look on her face has changed... again he does it and her eyes glaze over. she asks him to break off about 3 inches of it, put it in water to take the sharp edges off and shove it in her snatch. He grants her request. As she is being loaded, she begs him to fuck her so they can both enjoy this sensation.
He mounts her and plunges into her. He jerks himself out.
It is her turn to howl with laughter. He pinches her nipples hard making her squeeze her eyes shut hard and whimper like a school girl. His rod is once again buried in her ice cold pussy as her fucks her like a beast . Everytime he plunges deep into her the ice water flows out of her and over her asshole and freezes her. She begs him to fuck her pussy til all the water is either out or warm. He is happy to comply. He loves fucking this vixen and in this postion he can have it all and he takes full advantage. He withdrawls and brings his cock to her mouth, she licks and sucks him clean while he finger fucks her ass. He remounts her... watching her as he slowly drives his cock deep into her ass. Listening to her moans and whimpers, he drives it in harder until she's begging him to cum with in her ass. Suddenly, he pulls out and marks her lips with his seed. Having taken all her holes, both being spent and content, he unties her and puts her in the hottub. |
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The Hawaii house.. a very elegant opened floor plan, hideaway cottage nestled in greenery, surrounded by a garden of palm trees and exotic plants, a kio pond with a waterfall, and a 12 foot privacy fence. It is a piece of paradise set aside from the main stream for pleasures of those who seek it.
He has just dressed from his shower and is sitting at the desk studying his computer hard. He kicks himself for not getting this paperwork done before he left on his vacation. He'd get it done today and forget about it til next week.
There is a knock on the door, he figures whoever it is will go away if he doesn't answer. The latch turns as she keyes the lock. A woman enters announcing "Maid service". He turns just as she sees him, she backs out, apologizing stating she will come back later.
He catches a glimpse of a black dress and a tiny, white apron. It has caught his attention and he calls out, "No, No, come in" She steps inside with a cleaning bucket in one hand and a feather duster in the other. The bucket and duster go unnoticed, he's looking at the short dress, the stockings and the heels. He tells her to go ahead and clean up, as he turns back to his computer.
She goes into the kitchen and starts the dishes. He calls to her and she comes into the room. "Yes, Sir?"
"Would you mind making me a cup of coffee?"
"Happily, Sir." She retreats into the kitchen to make coffee. She returns with a tray holding his cup of coffee, a milk despenser and a small sugar bowl with a spoon. "For you, Sir," she bows to him offering the tray. As he reaches to retrieve it , he eyes her vuluptuous chest staring at him.
He grins to himself offering his thanks.
"If you need anything else, Sir, please let me know," she quips as she goes about cleaning. She goes into the dinning room and bends over, stretching across the table, her back to him. He watches and delights as he looks at her high heels, the black thigh high stockings with the seam in the back. He can see just the bottom of her lacy panties. The skirt of the dress, covers her well rounded butt and he smiles his approval.
"Miss, would you mind making me some breakfast? I've not eaten yet."
"Of course, Sir." She prances into the kitchen knowing he is eyeing the swing of her hips as she walks away. For the next 10 minutes, he hears a soft clink of a pan, a fork on a plate and other various kitchen sounds. Then again he becomes engrossed in his paperwork so that he doesn't hear her as she sets the table.
"Sir, your breakfast is ready," she states softly. He stands and turns, giving the table his attention. There she sits, on the table at the head, wearing her bra, panties, stockings and heels. Her legs are spread wide, each foot perched in a chair on either side. He looks at her, her hands are on her thighs, palms up, her back straight, her breasts about to overflow her bra, the panties barely covering her pussy lips. She offers, "Would you like this for breakfst, Sir"
He says nothing, continuing to look at her, he walks behind her and sees her curves. He loves curves.
"Do I know you?"
"No, Sir."
"Do I want to know you?"
She smiles, widening her legs and offering her scent to him, "Yes Sir"
He holds up a finger, signaling that he will return and he walks out the door, returning minutes later with a bag. " Get on the bed."
"Are you not wanting your breakfast, Sir?"
He grins evilly and comments, "I'm not out of bed yet."
She climbs onto the big, four posted bed and he grabs her hips, informing her to stay on all fours. She spreads her legs offering a view of her full ass.
He retrieves a blindfold and a crop. After covering her eyes, he runs his hand down her spine, to the small back. He stands behind her and takes her hips in his hands fulling her fullness. He steps back and looks at her laced covered ass. He can feel himself growing. He moves to her left side and picks up his crop. He runs the crop up the inside on her thigh, stopping an inch from her panties. He runs it up the oppisite thigh, again stopping an inch from her panties. He teases the backs of her legs trailing it up and over and across both cheeks. Suddenly he snaps the crops about 6-8 inches from her asss.. She jumps, breathing hard.
"Do you still want to know me, young lady?" he questions.
"Yes, Sir," comes her ragged but confident response.
He likes her confidence and the fact that she is still on all fours, with her ass just begging to be used. He stops long enough to pull her tits from her bra. The nipples are medium but they hang and sway as he has played and he wants to see more. He rubs her bottom, full and firm, circles it, just grazing her full pussy lips. A soft almost inaudable sigh escapes her throat. Placing a firm hand back on the small of her back, the crop snaps harshly onto the flesh above her thighs. She jumps and he hears a squeak, grining evilly he crops her cheeks over and over, each time she jumps but settles back for more. He slides the crop under the edge of her panties and she sucks inher breath.. He hardly brushes her lips and she whimpers helplessly from her desire. He brushes it again, and she moans softly, sultry is her voice. He starts using the crop to massage her clit and lips. Her hips moves involutarily. He hesitates then strokes her again. Her body responds. He props the crop against her pussy and goes into the kitchen returning with a knife.
At her side, he strictly informs her, "If you are to know me, you will not work as a maid," and with that he cuts her panties off. He climbs onto the bed beside her and raises her up with her hands above her head, opening her chest for his full view and inspection. He puts the handle of the crop in her mouth. He cups both breasts, pulling and pinching the nipples.
He pushes her back down on all fours and keeping his left hand on her nipple. He pinches and pulls downward, causing her to wince and she follows his lead by putting her shoulders on the bed. He stands beside her again still playing with her nipples, first one then the other. With his right hand, he caresses her ass globes once more. He slides his hand between her legs and feels her dripping cunt. He buries two fingers in deep, his thumb resting on her asshole. She whimpers and begs, "Please Sir, more, please, oh please, Sir more. May I have more?" He is silent. Her body is glistening, her backside moving and still she begs. "I'll do anything, Sir, please, please." Suddenly he shoves his thumb into her ass. She siftens and takes in a deep breath then relaxes.
He tries to hold both breasts in one hand but they are too large, so he abandons that idea for a moment.. He strokes her neck and back, her head, gathering her hair in her hand, he pulls her head back so he can see her face, then he concentrates on this filled bottom. He rubs down her back and across her ass once more. He starts to fuck both her pussy and her ass with his hand and begins to spank her at the same time. After 10 minutes she is begging to be fucked and sucked. "Please fuck me, suck me"
He stops, "Please, what?"
"Please, Sir"
He pulls his hand from her and steps behind her. He taps her knees, "Spread them", and he grabs her cheeks. Squeezing them, he spreads them to reveal her wet dripping pussy with their pouty lips. He wants to chew and suck on those. Instead he inserts a buttplug into her asshole.
"Maybe you are the one for me." he states aloud. "You came here for a reason."
He pulls her off the bed and stands her up. He handcuffs her wrists behind her back. The blindfold is still in place when he draws a leather collar under her nose. He just thought she would be the kind of girl who would enjoy the smell of leather. She breathes in deeply and he hears a soft purr. He chuckles to himself, not knowing this woman, yes his gut instincts about her has been right so far.
Sliding the collar around her neck, he asks if it's too tight. She can barely speak, so she shakes her head from side to side. He snaps a leash onto the collar and leads her, still wearing her bra and stockings and heels, outside to a big palm tree standing in the middle of the garden. He stands behind her and nudges her toward the tree, she can smell the bark. He carress her back and unclips her bra. Opening the handcuffs, he pulls the bra off and it lands on the ground. He wraps her arms around the tree, pulling her closer so that her breast are seperated by the plant.
He retreats into the kitchen, drinking down a glass of water, he watches her thru the window, handcuffed to the tree, the sun shining down on her. He fills his glass with ice and takes it outside. He runs an ice cube down her back and across her shoulders. Standing against her back, he reaches around and plants a cube on each nipple. "Thirsty?"
"Yes, Sir."
He puts the ice to her lips.. "The object is, you can't put it in your mouth. You can suck it and lick it, but you can not have it all."
"Yes, Sir." Her tongue flicks out reaching for the ice. He feeds it to her drop by drop for 10 minutes. He likes her tongue ring and the way she uses it to coax the ice to melt faster. She licks and sucks the ice and his fingers.
He reaches into his toybag and bring out two set of clamps. The larger set should be big enough for her nipples. She has rings in them so he will have to place them carefully. He places the clamps on her nipples and she screws her nose up. He pulls out a rope and ties the clamps to each other around the tree, applying pressure to her nipples. He strokes her hair and says, "I forgot the padlocks, be right back."
In a instant he is behind her again. He bumps her legs, "Open your legs." Her legs part and he rubs her thighs, and feels her swollen lips. He dips a finger inside making her moan. Carefully he places clamps on each lip. Attaching a quick link to each clamp he latches on an oversized padlock. Gently he lets it down, allowing her a moment to adjust to the weight. She bites her lip, thinking what has she gotten herself into. He applies the 2nd lock and lets that one slowly. She is bitting down hard, when he stands behind her and says, "If you want to be my pet, your pussy lips need to be longer." He stokes her hair and feels her body stretched around the tree.She is silent, chewing on her lip. "Are you ok?" She nods her head up and down.
"I think these have been on long enough," he states as he removes first the labial clamps then the nipples. He massages her tender spots, rubbing with his hands and tongue. He removes her handcuffs and leads her thru the path to the porch where he bends her over the arm of the couch on the veranda. He puts his hands on her ass, then swats it. "How much do you want to be my pet?"
"Yes, Sir. I really want to be your pet, Sir. I'll do anything for you, Sir.."
He puts an ice cube on her back rubbing it into her until it has formed a little pool in the small of the back. He pulls her up at the waist and watches as the water rolls down the crack of her ass. He swats her butt again, "How bad?"
"Whatever you want me to do Sir, I'll do it, just tell me what it is. Sir, please fuck me. Please, I beg you."
He very methodically spanks her cheeks for 2 minutes, listening her offer her thanks. He spreads her cheeks apart and remembers the buttplug. He wiggles it around pulling it in and out, fucking her with the plug. "Please Sir, please. please fuck me now. Please." He traces his finger around her full lips, touching everything but avoiding her clit on purpose. She reaches around and grabs his cock thru his pants.
He immediately slaps her hand away. He growls into her ear, "You, young lady did not have permission to do that, now did you?" He begins to spank her again, heraing her cries of "Please Sir, please fuck me, Please. please fuck me, please."
He unbuttons his pants and they fall to the floor, not bothering to step out of them. He lubes the head of his cock and rubs it all over her pussy lips, teasing her. "Oh thank you, Sir, thank you." To her surprise, he whips the buttplug from her ass and with one swift plunge, he rams the length of his cock deep into her asshole.
He fucks her hard, there on the porch until she starts screaming "Sir, I gotta cum, oh God, I gotta cum. Please, can I cum, oh please, can I come!!"
"Cum bitch," he barks as he fills her ass with his load.
After they have recovered, his cock still buried in her hole, he pulls away and slaps her ass. "Go get in the shower and clean that hole up. He turns on all 6 shower heads and stands and watches as she washes and cleans herself. Then he steps in and tells her, "Now clean me". she washes and carresses his body even better then her own. He rubs his body against hers and she begins to fondle him. He pushes her hand away and announces, "That's it."
She whimpers, confused, "But Sir... you didn't fuck my pussy yet."
He takes his towel and begins to dry himself. "No more. Come back tomorrow" With that he handed her her clothes and a towel and points to the door.
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It was her day off, 10 AM. The house was cleaned, the windows open letting the hot summer breeze wash the inside air clear. She looks out the back door at the pool, the lawn chairs speckling the cement apron. Yes, today is a good day to relax by the pool. She goes into the bedroom and strips naked. Taking a silk robe from it's hanger, she goes into the kitchen. She takes a bottle of water out to poolside with her and drops her robe into the chair beside her. She sits in her chair for a moment then returns into the house for her phone.
Once again, she basks in the hot summer sun. She sits in the chair and lies back, feeling the heat of the sun warming her skin. It feels good on her bare breasts and even better on her hairless mons. A smiles washes over her as she thinks of last night...
He had come home from work and didn't seem in the most pleasant of moods. Not wanting to step into anything, she thought it best to keep her mouth shut after welcoming him home..she was in an exceptional mood, when he walked in the door, she was naked, on her spread knees, hands on thighs, back straight, head bowed. She offered him a "Welcome home, Master. I love you and am ready to serve you". He walked past her like she didn't exist. Rejected, she goes into the bedroom and pulls on the first things she comes across. She wanted to know what was going on in his mind but wasn't sure how to go about it. After dinner, he tells her he's going into the garage and he doesn't want to be disturbed. That smarts, he's never been gruff like that before. She wonders what is on his mind.
He returns into the house an hour later. An hour was a long time, she wondered what he was doing out there. She is sitting in the living room watching something on TV, anything to try to occupy her mind. He barks from the kitchen go get in there. She jumps to her feet and comes into the kitchen, thinking it is she that has gotten him in this mood. He grabs a bottle of water and drinks it down. He puts toward the garage and orders "Go". She walks to the garage and he points to the stairway. She walks up the stairs slowly, they are very steep. She usually teases him as she goes up the stairs, but tonight his mood is far off it's norm and she's still unsure of what is going on yet. He is close behind her ready to catch her if she falls, knowing of her bad knee. She tops the stairs and looks round. The table has his crop, a paddle and a couple of her floggers. The fan is stirring the air cooling it down. Since she has come to adore this place so much he has brought up a single bed that waits for them in the corner. She notices in the center of the room he has laid down a cheap shower curtain and he has the wax warmer turned on on another table.
Now she sees. She raises her arms to take her shirt off. "Excuse me?"he barks at her. "Who told you to take that off? Always eager to take your clothes off, are you?"
She drops her arms and offers a humble apology. She asks what she can do to better his mood and he just looks at her. That look, she straightens up and pulls her arms behind her back. Keeping her eyes down, she can feel him relax a little.
"Very good." He walks around her looking at her clothes, they seem old and faded. "I think that a panty/bra/garter inspection is in order...!
Up!" he commands and her arms follow direction without conscious effort. He rubs the leather of the cuffs under her nose, letting her breathe it in and he buckles the straps onto her wrists. She assumes the stance of her legs being apart. He tells her to put her legs together and she stands straight. He unbottons her pants and pulls them over her hips and down her thighs. She isn't wearing her thigh highs today. She is wearing her panties but they too have that old look. He tells her to spread her legs and she goes into the stance. He stands behind her, her hair in is nose, he can smell her soft perfume. He touches her backside, feeling the warm flesh thru her panties. He reaches around and caresses her breasts through her bra. She leans her head back against his shoulder.
"Thank you, Sir." She whispers.
"Do not speak unless I give you permission."
She puts her head down, not understanding his mood.
He raises her shirt and sees her bra is a little worn maybe but yeah, it will work just fine for tonight's purpose.She feels her panties being pulled on. She wishes she had worn prettier panties and a nicer bra, perhaps this is why he is upset, she assumes. He leaves her shirt up around her shoulders and inspects his playmate. Suddenly he pulls the shirt over her face and uses it as a blindfold. He takes his knife and runs it across her belly, it's cool blade seeming sharp to her blinded eyes. The blade slips under the t-bar of the panties...he tugs up and cuts the back side...then starts with the blade at the top of the waist...following her curves, turns the knife under the right and pulls up...they fall to the floor. She sucks in a breath, wondering that is going on in his mind.
He runs the blade across her left breast and immediately follows the cool blade with a tiny stream of warm wax.
The first thought to go thru her mind feeling the warm fluid is that he has cut her. "Oh God, no, Sir, please don't cut me."
There is silence. Deadly silence. Then she feels the sting of his hand as he smacks her butt cheek hard, sending her jumping skyward. "I said, Do not speak unless I give you permission!" he growls in her ear. Then he smacks the other cheek. He cuts her bra off and throws it on the floor. "You will pay for your disobedience, young lady," he grumbles as he lowers her arms. He removes the shirt from her arms but keeps it over and her head and eyes. Pulling her arms behind her, he ties them. He retrieves a longer rope and secures her arms once more to the ceiling ring.
He stands for a few minutes, not saying anything, waiting to see if she will call his name. She starts to worry that he has left her here. She strains her ears, listening for signs of his presence. Nothing.
Suddenly he is behind her again, rubbing her backside. He digs his nails in and sqeezes, as he leans into her and barks..."Did you touch yourself by the pool today?"
He really wants to see her face while he does this so he pulls the shirt from her face hiding the wax on her breast. He attaches a spreader bar between her ankles. She doesn't even notice as she has spotted a blow torch on the table. "What are you looking at?," he snears at her.
She nods toward the table.
"That, huh? Well, let me tell you what I'm going to do with that... I buy you panties, pretty ones I might add. I want to see my pet's pussy gift
wrapped in pretty panties, not these damn rags." He points to the trash.
She swallows hard. It is her dress that has made him so upset. She opens her mouth to speak but stops short due to his glare.
He puts a finger across her lips..."Hush pet. So if you think that pussy shouldn't be gift wrapped for me at all times then I don't want it, and in order to keep you from trying to find another master to take you in, I'm going to fix that problem for you." He lights up the blow torch and picks up a large metal spoon. As he heats up the spoon, he explains, "This spoon is going to get very hot. It will be so hot that it will melt human flesh, burn it to a crisp."" He puts the blow torch on the floor and spreads her pussy lips with his finger. She is as dry as a bone. He's playing his game well. He continues, "This is going to hurt you a whole hell of a lot more than it will hurt me. I think I will place this spoon on these lips." He reaches up and tugs on her pussy lips, squeezing them not all that gently. He stands and sees her eyes are squeezed shut very tightly. "Oh, so you don't want to watch?," and with that, he uses his necktie around her eys as a blindfold. So now, she can not see him heating the spoon, but she knows he has it and she can hear it. He looks at the horrified look on her face and grins to himself. She knows he isn't going to hurt her... too bad. He is really testing her trust tonight. He narrates how the spoon is turning red... He tells her how burned flesh stinks and how this very room will smell of the stinch for a few days.
She would rather have his mark, his brand on her ass cheek verses this. He walks behind her touching her inner thigh... He spreads her libia with a set of tongs. She's breathing hard. He hopes she doesn't hyperventilate. He oh so quietly picks up the spoon he has had in a glass of ice water.
He growls, "You will never wear old panties again!" and with that, he touches the cold spoon to her inner thigh.
Instantly she lets out howl. He starts laughing as she realizes he just played a very good mind fuck on her. He stands and looks at her, tears streaming down her cheeks.
He kisses her and tells her she is ok. She tells him that was not nice and her little attitude shows.
He uses this opportunity to continue on. "Oh and still you back talk?" He smacks her butt again, not as hard this time. He pulls a sharpie marker out...and does a crude marking of his brand that he has intentions of putting there. He understands her frustration but he will still maintain that redhead attitude of hers. He swats her on the butt and withdraws the knife from the ice water. The steel is cold. He drags it across her breast and follows it again with a drizzle of hot wax. This time the blade felt much sharper and she really thinks he has cut her, but
she is amazed that it really didn't hurt. He moves to her back and scraps the blade across her butt follwed by the wax. Then he massages and spanks her sweet ass until it is red and glowing. He removes her make-do blindfold.
He pulls out her favorite flogger and massages her back and butt til she has relaxed. He places the crop in her mouth, knowing that she does not handle other items in her mouth with her asthma issues...she can drop it if needed. He moves to her front, pulls on her breasts and squeezes. He pulls on her nipples, pulling skyward, raising her to her toes and making her wince. He holds her there, suspended.. He looks into her eyes, the sight he has never seen before as she drops the crop and softly calls yellow. He relaxes his grip on her nipples and unties her arms and hands, laying her on the sheepskin that adorns the bed. She was a good sport tonight, he has to hand it to her. She curls up on the bed and watches him. He looks over at her and sees her in a tight little ball on the bed. He massages her...rubbing with his hands first...then a wool duster he rubs across her body...He put her thru hell tonight, time to take her in the house and love on her. He takes her by the hand and leads her into the shower where he bathes her and rinses away her stress. Once she lays under the covers, he kisses her and lies beside her. He tells her he wasn't in a bad mood at all...that every day that he gets to see her eyes and body dance is a wonderful day. He had to made his scene real for her and that was his way of setting the mood. He kisses her and tells her what a wonderful job she did.
She is quiet and he worries that maybe he took it too far for her.
She assures him she is ok.
Still he worries. She invites him under the cover with her. He would give his princess anything. He slides between the cool sheets and she puts her head on his shoulder. He kisses her forehead and she reaches up to kiss him back. Her hand searches his body, coming to rest on his cock. She fondles it and he responds to her advances.
and that is a different story...
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We are in the dungeon... the lights are burning low and soft. In the background one can hear the soft moans and erotic grunts of men and women.
My dom takes me by the hand, looking into my eyes, he raises my hand to his lips, softly brushing his lips against my skin. The whiskers of his goatee tickle and leave tingles upon my skin. I pull back, still he holds on, whispering '"No, my sweet, enjoy this, my gift to you." He raises my arm so that my forearm meets with his lips, so lightly he touches my skin, his lips, his cheeks, making me swoon. He traces his lips up my arm, again to my hand, kissing softly. He looks into my eyes, and sees the sweet surrender becoming evident just from his kisses and adoration.
He leads me down the wide hallway and finds a room with a vacant cross. "Here", he says, leading me in. I follow confidently, for I have nothing to fear, for I know He will protect me with his life. He sets down his equipment bag, and unzips it... opening it to reveal my very own handmade floggers... all my favorites, the big heavy thudders. He smiles up at me and I smile back. He stands, pushing me against the cross...holding my arms up, he kisses me, first gently then more savagely at the heat rises. He pulls at my skirt, loosens it and watches as it falls from my hips to the floor revealing that black garter, stockings and lacey panties. running his hands down my body, he kneels to take in the woman musk. He touches my inner thigh, causes me to start. His fingers runs under my panties and feel the warm moisture, smiling he dips two fingers into me. He feels my surrender even more as my knees start to buckel. Quickly he stands, and whispers, "Not yet, you don't", as he feeds me one finger and he licks his other finger, both of us tasting my female cream. He pulls my shirt over my head, unmasking the black lace of my bra, the soft curves of my body. Watching me, he bows his head to drink in the scent of my flesh... he tastes it, touches it, easy at first then more aggresive. I turn around at his command, he stops and all is quite for a moment...
Then he is at my back, pushing himself into me, teasing me. He unfastens my bra, and takes it from me. My hands are still up on the cross as he reaches around to tease and torment my nipples. Feeling my nipple rings he grins a delectibly evil grin and growls seductively. "Didn't take them out, eh?" He turns me around and kisses and sucks hard on the nipples. "Oh, thank you Sir, that feels so good." He grins wickedly...and bites gently on both sides of the nipples then he places a tens unit pad on either side of each nipple. He goes to put the unit itself in the top of my stocking... panties are in the way for later, so he removes my panties... sniffs them... yea, they smell like his property. He turns on the unit and adjusts it apporpriately and puts the control in the stocking.
He reaches into the bag and pulls out a chain and feeds it thru the eyelets on the cross, making sure that are long enough to cross each other. He hears his sub starting to breathe hard... "Hands up, girl. Maintain." I grin at him thru pursed lips... Again he order me to turn around with my hands up. He brushes the leather restraints under my nose, knowing the smell will get to me. I breathe in deeply, intoxicated by the smell of the bindings. He brushes it against my arms as he buckles the cuffs first to one wrist then the other.
He stands behind me and admire his property chained to the cross, knowing her tits are pulsing with electricity, knowing she could explode in orgasm simply by his order. He kneels behind me and carresses my ass cheeks, running his hands on my thighs... teasing my lips as his fingers brush against them oh so softly. I try to squat just a little to feel more of his hand. He mockingly growls, "Did I tell you that you could squat?" "
No, Sir" comes the ragged response.
He pulls out another set of restraints, and again teases my senses with the scent of leather. He reaches down, carresses a butt cheek them pops it and orders "Spread 'em."
Immediately I spread my legs to reach the cross leg eyelets where he secures my ankles.
Standing, he swats the other cheek and whispsers they have to match. He rubs my back and tell me what a beautiful woman I am, standing there, spread and his for the taking... he gently touches my body all over, rubbing, exploring, massaging... he tells me it's time and bites my shoulder to mark me as his.
He reaches into the bag and pulls out a nice soft unwoven cotton warm up flogger. rubbing it against my back, he lands the first blow, soft, equistite and solid. He rubs my back a moment and lands another. Again and again, my back, upper and lower, my ass, and between my spread legs. He stops and rubs my back and whispers in my ear and smacks my bared ass over and over, I lean over to give him better access, he chuckles, "so my pet likes this tonight"...
Another flogger, and a paddle take their turns...He is delighted and sees the half closed glazed eyes and knows I am floating. He approves and wishes to keep me floating, taking a set of libial clamps, he attaches them apropriately, and swings the weight back and forth... unshackleing the ankles, he tells me to turn around. He smiles sweetly as he turn up the tens unit... knowin the explosion is about to happen, he pulls my head into his chest and invades my womanhood with his fingers... 'No, not yet, wait, wait, wait..." Feeling the involuntary spasms, he quietly whispers his order "Cum for me" as he holds me tight knowing there is no control, the only thing holding me up is him and the wrist restaints. His hand is suddenly drenched in female cum and he smiles and watches me pant. "Good girl, do you want more?" "Yes please, Sir"
He grins... and turns off the tens unit and removes the electrodes... replaces them with a clothes pins zipper on each breast. He stands back and uses a crop to spanks my woman mound, and the sides of the breasts... He smiles wickedly and rips the double zippers off...seeing my eyes pop, he smiles.
He comes to me and kisses me deeply. Sensing my need, my want, he presses himself into me. My leg wraps around his. My hands close around the chains that hold me in place. Smelling my heat, he pulls in closer my other leg wrapping itself around his waist. He grabs under my ass, pulling me to his face, licking and teasing while he and the chains support my weight. My legs are over his shoulders, his tongue teasing and taunting my hot wet cum smeared pussy. He lets go of me, supporting me with his shoulders. Unleashing his pants and allowing his manhood to stand at full attention, he pulls me off his shoulders and lowers my slickness onto his masculinity, assaulting and punishing my pussy into delirious oblivion. He fucks hard, savagely, taking, claiming his property for all to see. My whimpers of "Yes, Sir, thank you Sir" drive him harder. This is his property, his pet, his lover, his confidiant, his woman, his baby. He fills my pussy with his seed when he senses another mind blowing orgasm headed my way, he drives down hard into me, sending convulsions of eroctice pleasure pulsing thru my body. He delights in my whimpers and cries of total surrender, he smiles when I go limp in his arms, knowing I am happy, content, well satisfied. He lowers me to the ground, holding me until my legs have gathered the strength to stand. He loosens the buckles and releases my wrists and wraps me in a blanket, and walks me to the couch to sit a moment while he puts the toys away. He comes back and cradles me in his arms, listening to the gentle purring emitted from his sultress. He whispers what a perfect evening we've had and he smiles as he hears my sigh of contentment.
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It was their first night of being apart since she had moved in with him. The house seemed far too big for her alone. She ate dinner by herself and thought of him. Wondering if he had time to think of her, she climbs into the shower and bathes without conscious
thought, going through the motions. Her mind wonders to varied times when he was with her, the dinner date when
she worn the remote control egg, the kink party where he played with her and in the end, it seems they were the talk of the party, last night, when he held her in his arms, making love with her so deeply and firmly that she felt like a puddle of mush afterwards. She was glad she didn't have to work today, for she was still exhausted from the exsquisite loving of the night before.
He walked into his hotel room after dinner, wondering how she was fairing on her own. He knew she would be lonely, she hadn't been there long enough to make any close personal friends yet. He longed to hear her voice, he couldn't help himself, he picked up the phone and dialed her number. To his disappointment, all he heard was lonely ringing on the other end of the line.
She got out of the shower and dried herself. Slipping into his favorite red teddy If not bare, Sir loves shorty teddy's, her mind
drifted. Instinctively, she pulled on a pair of silk stocking, she does adore these. Oh, how she missed him. Searching thru the closet, she finds her favorite shirt of his. Taking the teddy off she replaces it with his shirt, dabbing a little bit of cologne on the collar. Collar, her collar. She looks in the mirror and studies her collar, the antiqued chain and matching celtic knot.She studies the knot, the way it is intertwined. She had asked him to silver soder the clasp, that way only he had the power to remove it. She enjoys wearing his collar, relishes in his ownership.In the top dresser drawer is his leather collar for her. She puts it around her neck and buckles it in place. She looks at it in mirror, feels it's weight, and is closer to him now. She goes into the bedroom slides into a pair of panties. she would prefer not to, but he likes his pet wearing panties and he has provided plenty from which she can
choose. She logs onto her email and sends him a quick note to let him know she is ok and doing well.
He sends her an instant message, telling her he tried to call. She explains the shower. He declares how he misses her and she offers to turn on the webcam for him. He had been so busy with his meeting this morning, he hadn't had time to think of her on
webcam. He tells her to turn it on. She turns on the cam, and he sees his property for the first time since early this morning. She is beautiful in his eyes. He recognizes his shirt draped on her shoulders. It turns him on. He tells her to stand so he can see the rest of her. She stands and steps back, giving him full view. His shirt is unbottoned but closed, giving hints to her unbound breasts. He tells her to open the shirt and she reveals her body to his insepction. He likes the fact that she is wearing panties, even though she doesn't like to. He sees the stockings and knows it is her fetish. He loves that patch of skin between where the tops of the stockings end and her mons...loves to nibble here, suck and lick...like the forbidden area that is covered when she is in public, however knowing that his hands can pull the dress up to enjoy the view! He gives her a list of things to retrieve from the toy box and tells her he will call her on the net in 10 minutes.
The computer phone rings and she answers right away. She loves hearing his his voice. They exchange their pleasantries and he asked if she retrieved the items he told her to get.
She answers "Yes, Master"
She is a good girl. He adores her willingness to give unconditonally to him. He instructs her to put on her wrist cuffs. He delights in watching her slide the cuffs under her nose as she breathes in deeply. He knows this is part of her little ritual and he doesn't deny her this favor. She smiles as her eyes turn glassy. She dons the cuffs and looks at him with stars in her eyes. He orders her to stand and reveal his treasures. She is anxious to get her panties off but he tells her she has to wait. He knows his eroctic denial is a turn on to her, so he pushes it... "Touch just your clit, thru your panties." With one finger, she places it on her clit, not moving it yet, but wanting to so badly. He tells her to press firmly on her button and he watches as she follows his instructions. She knows she will be rewarded so she is compliant and happy to give into his whim. The torture is delectable, both of them enjoying it. Next he tells her to get the special nipple clamps and put them on and let the weight swing, "Lean over and let it hang, girl. Squeeze the clamps, girl."
She winces and he grins to himself. Again and again he gently tortures his pet's tits. He orders the placement of clothes pin zippers on both breasts. "Lock them together and pull on the chain secured to your nipples, girl." She obeys. He asks her if she is wet and she answers, "Yes"
"Yes, what?"
She corrects herself, "Yes Sir"
He can see her breath is ragged and she is wanting... "When I tell you, I want you to yank those zippers off slowly."She nods her head up and down. "Now" he says as she starts the slow pulling of the chain connecting the two zippers, one by one pulling them off. She squeezes her eyes shut as they pull and pinch the flesh. Finally the last one comes off. He tells her to remove the nipple clamps, he would love to tell her to yank those off, but her tender nipples are to sensitive for that still. She removes the clamps and waits for his
instructions. He knows she wants to massage her breasts but he makes her wait. "I want you to spit on your finger and moisten each nipple real well and put an electrode from the tens unit directly on your nipple. He watches as she covers each spit covered nipple with an electrode. "Now, turn it on and adjust it to where you can just feel it. What setting is it one, pet?"
"Two."
"Does it feel good, my sweet?"
"Oh , yes Master."
"Good, turn it to 2 1/4... now 2 1/2 and tell me how that feels."
"It is strong, Sir. In the yellow."
"Do you want to turn it down?"
"No Sir"
He smiles.... "Good girl, now, show me your panties up close."
She moves the cam between her thighs so he can get a view of her panties, showing him the evidence of her arousal.
"Very good, my pet." He tells her to pull them to the side...making her think that it might be a while before they come off. "I want to see that pussy of mine. Now take them off."
Setting the camera back on it's perch, she rids herself of the cum filled panties.
"Now, show me again, that's right girl, Spread those lips. Put your finger inside, is it tight, my little pussy?"
"Yes, Sir," she whimpers breathlessly.
"Good girl, now put one electrode on each lip." He loves that she has non-thin lips...likes seeing her in a bathing suit that was so thin that they hang out, keeping it spread so he can see her slut hole."
She carefully places the electrodes and asks, "Is this the way you want them, Sir?"
"Yes, now turn it on just til you can feel it."
"It's at 2 Sir and it feels very good."
"Turn it to 2 1/4 and leave it there."
She obeys.
"Adjust the camera so that I can see the bed."
She moves the cam to give full view of the bed they share.
"Assume the position." The command is simple and she remembers from that time in the garage that this is his favorite position to find her in. She mounts the bed and turns so that he can view that part of her. Knees up, legs spread wide, she lowers her pulsing breasts to the comforter. He has her stay that way for a few minutes, admiring what he sees. The tight little hole that he adores stretching, the hair enclosed love muffin with the electrodes spreading her wide. He can see the glistening of the inside and
knows she is well turned on. He has be listening to her moans and whimpers since he began tonight and he is enjoying it as much as she is. Master is hard for his pet and he would love to be with her and take her like she likes it. He barks out, "Lube that plug."
Instantly she is on her elbows reaching for the plug and her favorite lube. She likes the Wet brand, the flavored ones best and he suspects that is what she has. She squeezes three drops on it and lowers her shoulders back to the bed, signalling she has done so. "Now tease your ass with it... enjoy it, slide it in and out a few times pet." He has been training her in this and knows she still requires to go slow so he lets her take her time and play a bit. "Pet, slide it all the way in and hold it."
She complies. That little ass is tight and she holds it there without any issues. He enjoys just looking at her, all exposed and
waiting. She asks him if she can show him her reason for asking that a mirror be put on the headboard... he thought it was so that they could watch themselves but she has kept his interest peeked thus far. He grants her requests. She's a very open girl, but she has her kink secrets that she shares with him a little at a time. she clims off the bed, still with plug in place, and disappears off the screen, returning with her newest gift from him... a dildo with a suction cup. He gets the image in his head and a smile graces his face. She wets the suction with her tongue and pushes it firmly onto the mirror... the camera is positioned perfectly for this lovely image. She looks into the camera and smiles a shy smile. The image of her sucking his cock while she rides the fake cock, completely open to his view is a pleasant picture in his mind. This pets love for kink is comparative to his own. He tells her to assume the postion for the hanging fake cock, her shoulders go down... he tells her to take it... she moves and wiggles and take the cock into her wet pussy, riding it slowly... faster he dictates. Suddenly he tells her to stop. She doesn't move a muscle.
"Pet, where is the plug?"
"In the bathroom, Sir."
"Did I tell you to take it out?"
"No, Sir"
"So you took it out without permission, you will need to be punished," he warns. Go to the toy drawer in the antique wardrobe, get out the giant butt plug...she finds one twice as large as the one in the bathroom (she knows next time to leave it in until told)...it says on the outside: for "Maximum Butts" ...she whimpers..."You had better get the little one back in to pave the way...and you had better put more that 3 drops of lube on it...now face the camera...I do not want to see the plug until it is in, but want to see the look on your face as you try to get it in." He watches her as she tries, after ten minutes, he concedes that she just can't do it yet."Now you will lick that dildo clean and get it very wet, then you will fuck yourself in the ass very hard. Do it now."
Ashamed of herself for disappointing Master, she complies.
"Stop!" He barks. "Take the tens unit off your pussy, and turn the nipples up to 2 3/4." He watches as she winces with each pulse. "Does it hurt?"
"Yes Sir"
"Good, leave it there and fuck that dong" He watches enjoying her plight, watching her go from estacy to wincing from delicious torture. He sees her look right into the camera, he knows that look. She is coming onto the edge of the abyss.
"Do you want to cum?"
"Yes, Sir" she breathes raggedly, her head bobbing up and down.
"How bad do you want it, pet?"
"Very Sir, please, please allow the pet to cum, Sir?"
"Girl disappointed me by removing the plug without permission, so your request is denied, stop what you are doing and clean yourself up and go to bed."
"Sir?" her voice is somber.
"Yes girl"
"I'm sorry"
"You will learn girl, you will learn. Sweet dreams, now do what I have commanded."
"Yes, Sir, Good night."
"Pet, leave the cam on so I can watch you while you sleep tonight." She
throws kisses in his direction and leaves the room to clean up.
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I will call you sir as a show of respect.
When you have earned the title Sir, you will be addressed as such.
When you have earned the trust and the honor of Master, you will be blessed and graced. |
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| Age: 36 |
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