1 comments/ 119070 views/ 14 favorites Education of Chelsea: New Lesson By: simply_cyn There had been a lot of changes since the first time I had been with the man that I now called Master. I couldn't even imagine calling him by his first name now; it just didn't seem natural. The most natural things in the world to me now were things that I would have, at one time, turned my nose up and gotten offended at just the mere mention of a man wanting me to do to and for him. There was a day, not too long ago in fact, where I would have told any other man to take that suggestion and shove it up his ass and then see if he could crawl up there alongside it and stay; which brings about the topic of my next story ... something that is a very touchy subject: my virgin ass. I remember the first time that I had told my Master that my ass was untouched territory. Now that doesn't mean it hasn't been groped or felt up and what-not. I'm talking about penetration, something other than the caress of a finger over that rose-hued puckered hole. You can imagine my Master's hunger for that one part of me that no man had ever had before. Maybe it was part of his ego. Maybe it was his determination to stretch my limits. Maybe it was ... just because he could. It was one of those nights where we had been curled up on the bed together; Master was stretched out with his head laying against the arm and I was laying on top of him and slightly to the side with my head resting on his chest. The television was on with an old movie that we were half paying attention to. But honestly, all I could really remember was the feeling of his fingers toying in my hair and the completeness I felt laying in his arms. When he started nibbling on my neck, I couldn't help but giggle and wiggle against him right up until he whispered for me to go get a stick of butter from the refrigerator. I laughed and glanced up at him from where I was laying in his arms, knowing my eyes must have been full of unspoken questions. "Butter?" I wasn't sure I had heard him correctly. But all he did was nod silently and release me There was a myriad of questions that popped instantly into my mind: Does he eat butter raw? Is he going to rub it all over me and lick it off? I had to admit, that one brought a smile to my lips. But the way he had nodded silently had started the nervous fluttering of butterflies inside of my stomach. I just never knew with him. But I would never just NOT do what he had told or asked me. I couldn't even fathom it. Instead, I simply drew a blanket around me that had been on the end of the bed and stood. I could feel my eyebrows furrowing some as I simply fetched the butter for him. But I still couldn't help but wonder what in the hell he was going to do with butter, of all things. I loved him though and it showed in the way that I proffered the butter to him, playfully pressing a kiss to it as I sunk to my knees and offered it up over my head teasingly like all those online Gorean slave girls we see when we go into chat. "One stick of butter, Master," I quipped, casting him a playful wink but then I saw something that suddenly erased the playful mood that I was in ... on the bed, laid out on a towel, was a string of five beads that ranged from a small half inch vaginal bead to a large one and a half inch bead at the end of the string. 'Oh shit' ... the unvoiced comment reverberated in my head as I felt my whole body stiffen and it suddenly dawned on me just what he had in mind. Snapping my gaze back to him, I couldn't help but slink further down in my kneel. Master simply pointed to the bed and uttered his will in a soft but unyielding voice, "Lay on the bed, Chelsea ... on your back. Tuck the pillow under your head and place the butter above it." I just blinked at him for a moment, feeling the fear suddenly grip hold of me. 'Please not this ... anything but this' is what I wanted to scream at him and then throw myself at his feet, begging for mercy. I felt my eyes glance reflexively back to the bed and to the beads before looking again at Master piteously. His face was unchanging and I knew that there would be no changing his mind. Crawling to the edge of the bed, I could feel my eyes welling up with unshed tears. I was scared. I couldn't help it. I just was. But as I lifted up to crawl onto the bed nervously, I knew that nothing short of absolute obedience was expected of me. I tried to find comfort in the fact that I knew Master would ever hurt me even as my teeth worried my lower lip. It was a nervous habit of mine. I watched him move onto the bed down by my feet. The soft whimper that escaped my lips as he slid two straps over my dainty feet was reflexive. I was nervous and as he moved them up over my legs slowly, I trembled in response. "Relax," he said and I tried to smile at him bravely. By the chuckle that followed, I knew he saw right through my false bravado. His hands were sure and steady and worked somewhat in soothing my nervous state as I felt the small butterfly vibrator come to rest on my clit. I tried to take a few deep breaths to calm my racing heart as he strapped it around my hips, keeping it firmly in place. And then he winked at me ... that sly, playful wink that he always gave me right before he introduced me to something new. I figured he turned the vibrator on just to distract me as his gaze locked with mine. "Time for a brand new lesson, pet," he said and I almost fainted with the fear of it. I wanted to cry as my eyes closed but I was determined to do as we had talked about so many times before; to try it. He always said that there was no way that I would know if I liked something or not if I had never done it so I knew he wouldn't accept any excuse; especially when it was so apparent that he was determined that this was going to happen tonight. But all I did was nod, swallowing the lump in my throat before I found my voice to softly replay in a cracked whisper, "yes Master." But even as the words left my lips, I felt somewhat sick as my teeth sunk into my lower lip to keep from crying. It was then that I felt his hands sliding up my body as he moved to kiss me. I was trembling almost violently beneath him as the vibrator buzzed on my rapidly engorged clit. But it was starting to get to the point that I couldn't really tell what was affecting me more ...the vibrator or the feel of him against me. My lips parted beneath him once again, hungry for his kiss as his hand slid down between my shifting thighs to turn the vibrator up. "Oh god ..." He was going to drive me crazy with need. I gasped as I realized what he was trying to do; butter me up, quite literally, to ready me for the beads that he was going to use on my virgin ass. I could feel the buzzing insect flutter on my swollen clit and I shifted beneath him as his middle finger dipping into my well-used sex. A wanton whimper escaped my lips as I arched up into his touch. No matter what, he could get me beyond care with just a simple touch and right now I needed to just get lost in that. As our kiss deepened, I could feel his finger slide deeper up inside of me and the shift of his other hand as it turned the control on the butterfly to high. My body reflexively shuddered beneath him and felt like it was on fire as he ignited the wanton being in me to a raging inferno. The buzzing on my clit coupled with his thrusting finger and then his tongue sliding into my mouth time and again was starting to send me into a lustful frenzy, my body arching against him as I moaned deep into his mouth. When he pulled back just enough to speak, I whimpered, pulling him closer. 'Please don't leave me,' were my thoughts even as he gave me permission to cum when I needed to and then my fears melted away again as his mouth claimed mine once more. His finger was stroking that ever-elusive g-spot while his thumb was pressing the vibrator more firmly against my swollen clit, causing me to cry out into the recesses of his mouth. That did it! I jerked beneath him, the multiple sensations coupled with the erotic knowledge that he had claimed me as his personal slut sent me right over the edge once again! Spasmming hard beneath him, my hands clung to him as long nails dug into his hips, just trying to hold on as my body simply responded. I was gasping for breath as he pulled back enough to give me a chance to breathe. My eyes were wide and filled with a lustful passion that only he could bring out in me. I eagerly pulled him back for more, my lips parting naturally beneath his as his mouth claimed mine slower this time, lingering and giving me a chance to just explore with my tongue as his fingers continued to stroke up inside of sensually. Moaning deeply into his mouth, my tongue tried to keep up with his as my hips arched up wantonly into his fingers. My whole being was desperate for all that only he could give me. Gasping, my body stiffened beneath him as his thumb pressed firmly against the butterfly vibrator, pushing it harder against my swollen petals and I shuddered as the contraption fluttered deeper, another rippling orgasm gripping me. My cries were erotically muffled by his lips as he sucked hard on my tongue causing my nails to score his lower back and hip as my body quaked in a second wave of orgasmic pleasure. Oh God! This was heaven ... I had crossed over into an orgasmic pleasure world that existed for only the two of us. At least, that's how it felt ... Just when I thought I couldn't take much more, Master suddenly stood and watched me a few moments as I whimpered softly, reaching out to him only to see him shake his head in reply. With a soft cry of frustration, my hands reluctantly fell away from his body to clench at the bed sheets beneath me. Gazing up at him with lust-filled eyes, my hair was like a golden hued halo of fire around my body that seemed to tremble non-stop beneath his gaze. I watched him stand up, our eyes locking for a long moment before he commanded me to roll over. The tenderness I felt for him was, no doubt, reflected in my blue eyes as, with a soft moan, I rolled over onto my stomach to reveal the smoothness of my back. I could feel my hair fall to one side and over my arm as the curve of my heart-shaped ass reflexively pushed up some as the vibrator continued to buzz below and I had to bite back the urge to moan his name. But I would never speak his name again ... now I saw him for what he was; my Master. "Raise your hips, Chelsea." I obeyed without even thinking, lifting my hips as straight white teeth sunk into my lower lip out of the sudden remembrance of the butter over my head. I could feel my nervousness returning slowly, but surely. His commands came softly but firmly and I obeyed even as I fought the urge to cry. I couldn't help the nervous tears that stung at my eyes as I put my face into the pillow and raised my ass higher, shifting reflexively at his demands. I tried to remember to simply breathe as a shiver ran down my spine. The prickly fingers of apprehension continued to slide over me but even so, I trusted him completely. Even when he commanded me to open my own ass for his amusement, I still trusted him. I had to turn my face some so that I could draw in deep breaths to try and calm my nerves. Still, a single low word spilled softly from my lips, "Master ..." The word was hesitant because I wanted to beg him not to do I could hear the lust in my voice, knowing that there was that part of me that wanted to experience this with him. I felt him move behind me then and my mouth dropped open in utter lust as I felt the warmth of his breath as he blew hot air over my aching cunt and then over the crack of my ass to the base of my spine. I shuddered in response as a moan lifted from my lips, my ass wiggling some as silken thighs seemed to part more. I'm sure it was apparent that I desperately needed relief as the constant buzzing on my aching clit and the position I was holding before him was starting to drive me mad with desire. But then it came ... the command that I had been secretly hoping he would change his mind about. "Unwrap the butter." I could feel the puckered hole clench just at the thought of what he had in mind as I turned my head just enough to lock gazes with him for a moment. There was no changing his mind; I could see it in his eyes. My own closed momentarily as I swallowed past the cry for mercy that burned in my throat. Turning to look at the stick of softening butter, I slowly reached out with slightly trembling hands to unwrap it for him. I gasped and nearly dropped the butter as he suddenly pressed his tongue to my cunt just below the vibrator and suckled softly along the slit. My ass naturally pressed back as if to beg him to put an end to this exquisite torture as my fingers dug into the butter with a soft cry of need. "Don't you mangle that butter," he warned. Oh God ... I could only hope that it wasn't mangled already. My fingers fumbled some but finally I was able to do his bidding, gritting my teeth as I shakily handed the butter back to him. My other hand clenched into the sheets as my body spasmmed against his mouth. He took the butter, freeing my hand to claw into the sheets as well, unable to stay still as his next command came; "Hold your ass open," he said firmly, mercilessly. Whimpering softly, I could taste the slight movement of fear take hold as my eyes closed tightly shut. Trembling hands moved back once more to the soft cheeks of my ass, pulling them apart slowly as I trembled uncontrollably before him. "Relax, Mine." And I tried ... oh, I tried. But the moment he pressed the blunt, hard end of the butter against my anus, I couldn't control the instantaneous clenching of my ass as my eyes squeezed shut even more. I was afraid and apprehensive about this new experience and he knew it but I knew that there was no turning back. I could feel his free hand on my spine, stroking it softly and slowly, slowly I finally started to relax some, a soft mew expelled from my lips at his next words; "Good girl." His words were like an aphrodisiac to my soul. He planted a soft kiss to the base of my spine as his fingers stroked up to my shoulders and then back down again. Concentrating on the sound of his voice, I turned my cheek to the pillow as I tried to relax even more. The kisses were definitely helping so I concentrated on making sure that my fingers continued to hold my ass cheeks apart for him. He pressed the cold, blunt, flat end of the butter firmly against my quivering hole. I was amazed that a little stick of butter like that could instill any amount of pain, but it could. He stroked my spine but still held the mercilessly pressure against the small, puckered rosebud. I cried out some in surprise at the sudden prick of pain that seemed to spread through my sphincter muscles as they clenched in an attempt to expel the hardened stick. Gasping for the breath that seemed to be suddenly snatched from my lungs, a lone tear slipped down my flushed cheek. As he pressed the stick of butter against me, the whole process seemed to steal away my sense of time ... like the stick was being held there for hours. But in reality, the butter was softening quickly so it was only a minute ... maybe two at the most before it began to slip past the ring and inside of my virgin ass. "Oh God ..." This was it. He was actually doing it. I moaned through the cry of surprise that almost made me come up off the bed. Digging my nail into my own ass cheeks, I tried to grasp onto something to keep me from breaking position. A feeling of fullness that I had never experienced before began to send a shudder down my spine. Couple that with the buzzing on my clit and I was beginning to writhe before him on the bed uncontrollably. He pressed the stick deeper into my ass until he suddenly shifted and pulled it back to show it to me, clucking his tongue playfully in mock disappointment. Regardless of how it had felt, like he had been pressing his arm into me, the stick had only made it an inch or so. God, how embarrassing; I must come across as some kind of wimpy wannabe slut! Interestingly enough, the top of the butter had melted some and it now looked much more like a cock head than anything else. "You want it up your ass deeper, don't you?" Gasping, I dared a look back at his face, the blush in my cheeks almost matching the color of my hair. Honestly, I was somewhat ashamed to admit that it was turning me on far more than I had thought it would. I tried chalking it up to the fact that it was HIM that was the one to finally take that part of me that was still in tact ... All I could do was nod with a soft whimper in response. He pressed the stick against my asshole once again and this time it slipped in almost easily. Sure, it still hurt, but he pressed it harder against me all the same, slowly beginning to move it in and out of to butt fuck her with the butter. My eyes clamped shut, willing myself to relax as a soft groan erupted from my lips. The buzzing on my clit was starting to get the best of me as I trembled beneath his ministrations. Long lacquered nails dug into my own flesh to keep from letting it go as my whimpers slowly turned into moans. "Play with your pussy." Moaning, one hand moved quickly from my ass to slide between my quivering body and the bed, immediately burying the slender digits into my quivering cunt, pushing deep to elicit a deep guttural groan. He kissed the back of my neck hotly, pressing the stick deep into my ass this time all the way. I could feel it stretching me as he bit down softly to add to the sensations that were driving me towards my first orgasm. I cried out and panted for breath as the orgasm suddenly ripped through my entire being, more intense than the ones before as he continued to press against me. My fingers went rigid deep inside as hot nectar began to flood over them and down my palm. Master just smiled as he watched. I felt so incredibly sexy, oddly even more so as my ass clenched down over what was left of the stick of butter. "Hand me the beads, Chelsea. You didn't forget about them, did you?" he teased. I gasped at his words and my breathing came in more rapidly. Glancing back at him momentarily, I could feel the fear well up in me one more time. But I had gotten this far ... I could do this; couldn't I? "No ... I - I didn't forget," I croaked softly. I could feel my nectar coated fingers slowly begin to pull out of my spasmming cunt to reach for the beads, a soft whimper escaping as I slowly handed them back to him. As he took the beads from me, I could feel the butter beginning to drip out of my ass. I moaned softly as he kissed his way up my spine to my neck before kissing me firmly on the lips. My tongue darted out against his for a moment as I felt myself get lost again in the sensations that only he could bring out in me. "You're still going to be a big girl about this, aren't you?" he asked. "I'm going to take your ass again." I could only nod in response, swallowing past the nervous lump that was suddenly in my throat. I knew that what he was really building up to was taking my ass eventually himself. He carefully rolled me over onto my back and kissed his way along my body in a lazy fashion down to my rock-hard nipples. I moaned, my hands moving deftly to his hair, pressing him closer as his lips traversed over my flesh. As he lingered there for a time to lick and nibble, I knew that it didn't take much for him to get me more than excited enough. "Stand up," he said, pulling back just as I started to respond to him nestling between my legs to tease at my swollen lips. Hearing his words, I slowly rose from the bed with a whimper of desperation until I was standing on trembling legs before him. My hair cascaded down over my shoulders like a curtain of satin as I watched him stand from the bed for a moment and then, in a surprising movement, moved to kneel in front of me. Education of Chelsea: New Lesson His tongue darted out to tease at my cunt again, skillfully driving me over the edge of control as I moaned deeply, moving my hands to the top of his head. Curling my fingers into his dark hair, my head fell back as soft most lips parted. I shifted my stance, one leg flexing in an attempt to draw him closer. "Ohhh Master ... oh, please," I begged, the words spilling out as I trembled against his mouth. Before too long he stood up, licking his lips hungrily as his gaze locked with mine. He slowly smiled and simply pointed towards his desk. "Clear it off and bend over it," he commanded and I could see his eyes slowly raking over me. I had to hold on to him for a moment. My knees were suddenly weak as I felt my heartbeat quicken. Every time he changed tactics, I just KNEW that this was it ... that he was going to put an end to my virginity and even as I hungered for it, it still scared me. Following the line of his pointing, my tongue draped out over my lips before I moved to carefully clear off his desk. I could feel my heart hammering in my chest as I slowly bent over it, auburn hair fanning out like a halo of fire. The smooth lines of my back were exposed to him as my ass hitched up just enough to be a blatant invitation for his will. "Pull your cheeks apart." I turned my head, resting my cheek to the top of the desk as my hands slipped back again to spread my cheeks. I couldn't help but feel very vulnerable in this position as I felt another flush kiss my face. A low throaty whimper escaped as my legs repositioned further apart to hold the stance before him. "Wider Chelsea," he commanded, his voice laced with desire. "I want to see your asshole." I gasped softly, a moan rippling through me just to hear him being so forceful. Honestly, I loved it ... Pulling my cheeks wider, I could feel my blush deepen even more. "Now Chelsea, these are vaginal beads," I heard him explain as his fingers reached out to gently stroke over my exposed clenched hole. "These are not anal beads. Anal beads are three-fourths of an inch around. Vaginal beads, on the other hand, are an inch and a half." He let those words seep in for a moment before he announced, "Let me know when you want the first bead." My eyes widened, hearing his words and I swiveled my head around to look at him but my reply was suddenly cut off as he leaned down between my legs to stroke the swollen folds. I groaned deeply, feeling his tongue press his tongue into my still buttered ass before sliding it down to the untouched lips of my drooling cunt. I couldn't help but jerk against the desk as my fingers continued to hold my ass cheeks apart for him. I was in heaven as he licked at my cunt, stroking it with his tongue and murmuring along with the vibrator that had been a constant torture since he had turned it on. My body began to writhe against the desk, eyes closing again and I knew it was more than apparent that I was craving to be taken. This prolonged torture was getting the best of me as I shifted beneath him. I cried out in need, something tearing inside, pushing me into begging him to complete me. I knew he was waiting to hear me ask for the beads and part of me wanted to; but that other part of me was deafly afraid. I jerked beneath him, the words finally expelled from my lips on a groan, "Master ... please ..." I could feel him pull back to better hear and felt his gaze as I jerked and quaked. "Please what?" His words only urged me to continue with my pleading. Moaning deliciously, I couldn't quite believe that I was actually going to beg him to do things to me that I had shied away from as long as I could remember. I could feel my blush deepen as I finally whispered, scarcely believing I was saying it, "Please use the beads ..." "You don't sound too convincing, slut," he said, torturing me by trying to draw me out of my shyness. "Beg." I gasped sharply, my whole body trembling at his words. I knew that I would beg him to do just about anything he wanted as my nails pressed deep to my own flesh. "Please Master ... please, just use me," I choked out. I could feel my face flame crimson with the reality of my own words. But Master wouldn't be satisfied with just that. He shook his head some, looking at me as he waited for what he wanted. "Use you with what?" he pressed. I cried out in both frustration and need. I knew what he specifically wanted to hear me say but it was the last one small thing that I was holding on to. But finally ... finally I begged him in a low, husky voice ... "Please use the beads, Master ... I'll do whatever you want!" The last part came out in a low moan of need. "Where?" he pressed again, pushing my limits. My frustration was growing into an unbearable need as I writhed on the desk before him. One part of was in shock that I would even CONSIDER begging for what he wanted to hear but despite the reservations, despite what my head was screaming to hold on to, I could hear my voice doing it anyway. "Oh god Master ... use them in my ass ... please!! You're driving me insane!" He chuckled and rubbed the first bead over my skin to gather the melted butter as a lubricant. Then he pressed the bead to my anus and I knew, instinctively, it would hurt more than the butter did. Oh God! It seemed like it wouldn't fit inside as it started to stretch the rim painfully. Blinking back the sudden rush of tears that stung threateningly at my eyes, I was determined to be what he wanted me to be as I gasped and moaned over his desk. Just as I felt like I was about ready to give up and scream for mercy, the ring of my ass stretched open wide and I could feel the bead pop into my ass. Turning my face into the curve of my arm, I buried the cry of anguish as I tried to relax and accept what he wanted to do with me. He didn't press the bead deeply but instead just let it dangle there, making it feel like it would pop out. I couldn't help but shudder and whimper as I felt it just resting there, beyond the rim of my anus. I wasn't sure if I wanted him to pull it out or push it in deeper. When he tugged on the bead lightly to make it feel like he was going to pull it out, I moaned sharply, feeling the little rosebud clench around it only to draw it back in. He chuckled before reminding me, "Tell me when you're ready for more, baby ... you're not done." Turning my cheek again, my eyes closed as I gasped for breath, chanting over and over in my head to relax. I nodded some, trying to get the words to come out again but all I could do was sob pitifully in response to his question. He waited patiently for a moment until he decided that I was apparently taking too much time to beg and tugged on the bead again. I moaned and shifted beneath him before I managed to squeak out, "I'm ready." But nothing happened and the more time that passed, I realized that wasn't what he was waiting for. Pressing my ass back against his hand, I began to beg again, "Oooooo more Master ... please!" "More what slut? Beg lewdly girl ... I know you can talk dirty," he urged. Groaning, my head thrashed some as he forced me to bring out what I still desperately, at times, tried to keep buried inside. A soft sob escaped as I finally begged softly, "Take my ass, Master ... make it yours! Please, do whatever you want to do ... just please fuck my ass!" I was shocked to hear myself beg for it and sobbed softly over the edge of his desk. I heard him chuckle softly as he pressed the second bead to my anus. This one went in just as hard and painful as the first, pushing the first bead deeper to stretch and fill me. I groaned, biting back a sob at the pain of my ass hole being stretched to accommodate the beads but something inside suddenly wanted to feel HIM pushing into me, even in this tight cramped spot. I knew that with every push of a bead, neither one of us were going to be satisfied with this for long. Again the bead rested just past the rim of my anus to make it feel like it was going to pop out. "What do you think baby?" he teased. "Five one and a half inch beads, stacked end on end equals seven and a half inches ... your ass definitely won't be virgin anymore, will it?" I could only sob and gasp for breath in response. He didn't waste much time to press the third bead against me, whispering, "Don't make me pull each begging session from you girl ... beg for it ... now!" Jerking beneath him, tears stung my eyes as my mouth fell open, gasping for breath as I simply obeyed. "Fuck me, Master! Please don't stop! Fuck my ass, Baby!" I begged; my whole body on fire. Chuckling, he pressed the third bead into me quickly and with a firm {pop}, it rested in my ass as the fourth was instantly pressed to my sore, stretched rim. I cried out, burying my head against my arm as my anus was stretched. Shuddering helplessly beneath him, his chuckle sent a shiver down my spine even as my ass seemed to push back for more. My arms were sore and aching from reaching back to hold my cheeks open as I groaned helplessly, "Don't stop ... please Master!" But even as I begged, a part of me wanted this part over with ... but then again, a part of me wanted even more. He pushed the fourth bead against me slower this time. I knew he loved to see me quake in the mixture of both helpless need and the pain of being stretched again to take the bead. With another pop, it nestled into my tight bud, pushing the others an inch and a half deeper. "One more Baby," he encouraged me but I managed to glance back and catch the grin on his face as he added, "But you're still not done." Moaning deeply, I could feel a lone tear slide down my flushed cheek as I turned my head once more. Gasping for breath, I knew that he was far finished as my ass pushed back again, trembling as I begged, "Yesssss ... do it Master ... take my ass!" I could see him grin as I began to beg lewdly with both my words and body. Pushing the fifth and final bead against my rim, he slowed it up some, as if purposely making me hurt and cry. I had always heard some pain was good in order to make the pleasure more intoxicating when it came later. As he pushed the bead past the rim with the now-familiar {pop} until only a string dangled out, I cried out, a sob ripped from my throat as I trembled uncontrollably beneath him. Tears were racing down my cheeks as I buried my face into my arm. Red marks were undoubtedly showing on my ass cheeks where I had dug my nails into my own flesh from the intensity of it. Sobs were making my entire body quake, coupled with the buzzing on my clit and the beads shoved into my stretched hole. "Now stand up and kiss me," he commanded, taking a step back to give me some room. Slowly releasing my cheeks, my hands moved to the desk beneath and pushed upwards, trembling uncontrollably. My legs felt like jelly as I turned to him, flushed cheeks stained with tears as I stepped closer to the man I loved, offering my lips up to his with a sob. He leaned down and kissed me firmly, the intimacy comforting and in that moment I could feel that he was pleased. I couldn't help but moan softly as his lips claimed mine, long lashes fluttering open as I watched him pull away, turn and walk towards his chair to sit, patting his lap in invitation. "Come," he said in a soft, soothing voice. Willing my legs to work, I moved towards him, trying to get used to the feeling of the beads shoved deep inside of my ass. Slithering into his lap, I wiggled closer as my palms pressed to his shoulders and despite the tears, I gazed at him with lust-filled eyes. Master kissed me again, deeply this time as his strong hands pulled my hips closer to press his cock firmly against the opening of my cunt in hint. I could feel the vibrator buzzing between them and I couldn't help but moan as his lips claimed mine again. Shifting my hips over him, I could feel my entire body on fire for him as my hands began to take on a life of their own; moving to the back of his neck, fingers delving into his hair as he positioned himself against me. My moans were lost in the recesses of his mouth and I could hear him groan softly as I shifted on top of him. Aligning myself with his hard shaft, I could feel him pressing up against me insistently. I wanted him like no other and at times like this I knew the feeling was returned tenfold. Using my hands as leverage on his shoulders, I lifted up some to feel his cock head press against my soaking slit and then pushed down, causing his cock to slowly slide easily into the hot, moist depths. My cunt muscles clenched around him as I cried out in lust; the sensations were almost more than I could bear! "Oh Master ... Master!" I cried as my nails slid down his shoulders to grasp at his arms. He groaned softly as my hips rocked against him, fucking him for as long as he would let me. I could feel his cock stretching my pussy just like the beads were stretching my ass. Just as my body stood hinged on the edge of another orgasm, he suddenly stilled to speak firmly. "Go lay on the bed ... face in the pillow, ass in the air." I bit back a frustrated groan as he left me hanging on the edge once again. I wanted ... no, NEEDED to feel him thrust deeper within me, blue eyes melded to his momentarily as he stilled. With a soft sigh, I reluctantly pushed off of him with a needful moan. I could feel his cock slide out, my juices trickling down over his thighs as I moved away from him with a glance backwards before laying on the bed like he commanded. Whimpering softly, I could feel him move up to kneel on the bed behind me, his strong hands grasping my hips gently as he whispered, "Play with your cunt." I desperately needed him to fuck me now more than ever and a soft groan lifted as I began to beg again. "Master ... please..." Unable to stop the needful lust I felt for him, my fingers moved between m y body and the bed to touch and tease, pushing against my gaping cunt and the vibrator that continued to push me to the limits of my bare-thread control. I moaned into the pillow, my fingers clenching the sheets beneath me as he leaned down to lick at her pussy, sucking the dripping juices from her petals. My hips pushed back, needful for more as he grasped the string dangling from my ass and pulled just a bit , causing my tight rosebud to clench. The fifth bead pressed against the inside of my anus, but he didn't pull it hard enough for it to come out. A searing sore pain shot through me as his actions mirrored those of pulling the beads out but instead, he alternated pulling the string with pressing a finger against my ass, sodomizing me with the beads. I could sense the tension building and knew I was quickly approaching another climax. "Beg me to fuck your ass harder," he said. I want to know when you're cumming." Gasping at his command, I could only groan and nod in answer as I drew a deep shaky breath. My whole body was tightly coiled, hinging on the next release as I began to beg in a stronger voice than I realized I had at this point. "Fuck my ass Master ... oh god, please do it ... harder, oh Master!" Apparently he was eager to do it because he began fucking me with the beads harder and a bit faster but still ... not pulling them out. Instead he just ground them into my stuffed, sore asshole. I knew he delighted in holding me suspended in those agonizing moments of pre-orgasm, prolonging them in that point of no return. They were, admittedly, delicious but not being able to cum was ripping through me! I moaned as a shudder coursed right through me, suddenly realizing that a part of me was actually starting to enjoy this. My ass was pushing back some as if in blatant invitation for him to continue; my fingers were curling deeper into the sheets in pleasure as I moaned uncontrollably. "Ohhhhh .... mmmmm ... please, Master please!" I could see him grinning at my obvious pleasure, grinding the beads right into my tight little hole and shoving them deeper with his finger. Then he would pull on them again just until the fifth bead pressed tightly, painfully against the swollen rosebud with the threat of popping out. The instant I started to spread to let it go, he would pop it back in, pushing it deep and hard. Gasping and crying out as he teased my sore hole, I was unable to deny the pleasure erupting between my trembling thighs. When he ground the beads in deeper, my fingers thrust into my spasmming cunt as I writhed before him, crying out for release. "Ohhhhh ... fuck me ... oh Master ... yessssss, please!" I could feel him watching me stroke and tease myself as he tugged at the beads more insistently, making me clamp down to keep them inside. Then he shoved them back inside deep and hard, the full length of his middle finger fucking me as I began to beg more and more lewdly. I could sense the building tension in me about ready to explode. Writhing beneath him, I began to jerk a bit more wildly, my fingers plunging into my hot, wet depths. The sensations were building, pushing me closer and closer to the edge as my ass clenched around the beads. I was hungry to feel him fill me in that way ... spread until I couldn't take any more and I cried out, the mere thought of it sending me over the edge, my whole body tensing and quaking before him. When the first indication of my climax was apparent, he pulled the string just hard enough for one of the beads to pop out. With the second squeeze, another popped out ... each contraction releasing another bead to empty me, making me feel emptier than I had in my entire life. Screaming out with the intensity of my orgasm, I muffled my cries into his pillow as my fingers buried deep into my trembling cunt. As he slowly pulled the beads out, my ass clenched at the air almost as if it was reluctant to let them go. As my orgasm began to subside, I suddenly gave way to the intensity of our session and sobbed into the pillow, my whole body spasmming and shaking. I could feel him reach down between my legs to press the vibrator against my clit, suddenly remembering that it was there. I jerked, the movement almost breaking the position he had put me in as my head came off the pillow, crying out in surprise. The sensation on my hyper-sensitive flesh caused my eyes to fly open only to find his gaze on me. Tears were streaming down my flushed cheeks and my eyes closed as he leaned in to kiss them away tenderly, caringly ... reassuring me once again that I would do anything for him. His lips were affectionate against my face as he continued to sensually grind the vibrator against me. I gasped, knowing he was trying to drive me towards another orgasm. My voice was husky as I groaned, "Ohhhh god ... Master ..." Small little spasms continued to rocket through me, unable to stop them any more than I could have stopped a freight train with just the simple command of 'no'. I could hear him whispering soft nothings as he drove me unmercifully. "You did so good baby ... don't stop now. You're such a good girl ... Master loves you." He kissed me firmly for a moment before pulling back, continuing to rock pressure on the vibrator, tilting it this way and that over my clit. It was humming violently against the super-sensitive hardened nub and surrounding petals. My whimpers were evolving into moans that morphed into screams and then back to mews as he continued to drive me forward. My body responded to him like I had never responded to another, his words melting over me like a security blanket. He comforted me and I trusted him completely, even as my body continued to spasm almost violently. "That's it baby ... just cum," he reassured me, his voice strong in my ear. "Tell me when you've had enough and we'll sleep." His pressed the vibrator harder against my clit, causing me to cry out one more time as my whole body spasmmed and jerked. Unable to hold the position any more as I screamed, I collapsed against him as he held me, a single word brushed past my lips in a hoarse whisper, "Mercy ..." Education of Chelsea: New Lesson He pulled back, instantly releasing the straps of the vibrator from around my thighs to toss it away and then wrapping me up in the safety of his arms, I could hear him murmur softly about how good I had been and that it was going to be okay. I whimpered helplessly, my whole world trembling as I simply drifted into his arms. I felt so secure there as my cheek rested to his shoulder, small spasms still coursing through me as I moaned gently ... softly, not having the strength to hold onto him. "That's it slut ... just relax," he said, rocking me slowly in his embrace as he spoke in slow, soothing tones. Inhaling deeply, a sudden sob choked me again at the intensity of it as my arms finally found their strength. I clung to him like a drowning man to a life raft as my face buried into his neck, the spasms starting to lessen and subside. One arm snaked up and around his neck as I moved my face so that my mouth was by his ear, my voice shaky but somewhat clear as I whispered, "Oh god Master ... I ... I ... I love you so much." He held me tightly to him, rubbing my back. It was comforting and gave me something tangible to focus on aside from his voice. "I'm so proud of you girl ... you did good ... real good," he assured me with a grin. Inhaling deeply once more, my eyes fluttered closed and then slowly opened, leaning back slowly as they focused on his face. I looked at him for a long moment before I said, "Thank you, Master" a small smile flirting on trembling lips as my hand gently came up to touch his face. "Now," he said, his own teak brown eyes lighting up with mischief, "NOW your ass is ready to taste cock."