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I Am My Master's Slut

By: MsVixen416



Sara lay on her mat, ankles and wrists bound securely, as Master dressed in His office attire. He glanced over at her a time or two and captured an ethereal expression on her face. 

"What is on your mind, my beautifully sexy slut?"

"Oh Master, you caught me! I was just dreaming of sailing the ocean blue with You. Do you remember? A dream we once entertained for an evening." She smiled and stretched sensuously.

"My dear one, one day, yes, we will take a small trip on my boat. I shall bind you to the helm, and steer with my fingers deep within your vagina." He laughed aloud, and she joined him. 

He walked over to her as she lay sprawled on her mat at the foot of his bed. He had indeed grown to love her deeply. He gazed at her body, fully His, and again smiled. 

"How would you like to spend your day today, my beautiful slut?"

"In whatever way would please you most, Master," she replied.

He thought for a moment. 

"As it happens, I received a phone call from an old friend last night. Did you hear the phone ring?"

"Yes, Master, I heard it, but bound as I am, I was unable to answer it for you."

"Yes, dear slut, I am aware of this. Not to worry. This friend is a Dom. In fact, He is the person who first took me to a lifestyle club and spoke of D/s and the pleasures and responsibilities that are woven therein. He is in town for the week. Perhaps I will call Him and offer you to Him for the day. How would that be?"

"Ooooh Master! No, please. I am Yours and Yours alone." She cried softly.

"Sara! Would you disrespect me now?" 

She was quieter, but her sniffles were still slightly audible. 

"Very well. I shall call him and see what his day holds. Until I return, please stand and prepare for our morning ritual." He disappeared from the bedroom, and Sara began the ordeal of adjusting her position to stand before Him.

A few minutes later He returned. "It is all set. He will arrive in an hour. You are his for the day, and He has said he will bring you to meet me for dinner at 7 at the club on Whip Ave."

He stood before her now, her Lover and her Master. He removed her bonds, and she quickly knelt before Him, brushing her lips and cheeks against his feet. She felt His gentle but skillful hands caressing her pinch her nipples and firmly smack her bottom. He pulled her into a full embrace, and kissed her deeply and passionately. "Who am I to you, my slut?"

"You are my Love, Master, my Guide, my Teacher and so much more. You are my complete Master."

"Display!" He commanded. Sara assumed the traditional position, feet 24 inches apart, right hip thrust forward slightly, arms raised and fingers laced behind her head, breasts beautifully lifted and head held high but eyes lowered. He walked around her, examined every inch of her. He stopped in front of her and touched her bottom lip lightly with his finger. She kissed it, and responded to her Master's signal. Quickly she was again on her knees before him, her thighs parted widely, her sex fully exposed for his pleasure and examination, her fingers adeptly opening his slacks while her soft, hot mouth eagerly awaited the thrill of his powerful penis. Her arms surrounded his legs as she rubbed her breasts against him. He had taught her some visual commands and this was the most commonly used. She sucked him into her mouth and pleasured his penis for 20 minutes or so, teasing him and throating him and giving herself to him in every lick and suck. He felt her adoration. He smiled graciously at his blessed pet as he patted her head and began to walk backwards, leading her by his penis, her hands automatically folded behind her back. She loved this little gesture because to her, it demonstrated in a perfect way, the intimacy and the balance of their relationship. He loved to watch his slut suck his penis, the faces she made, how her mouth softened then firmed. He also loved to watch her breasts swing as she struggled to follow him, keeping her thighs apart. He often thought about permanently piercing her clitoris or labia, but somehow always managed to decide it was for some future time. He did relish the idea, though. 

There was a loud knock on the door. He backed over to the door, opened it while Sara continued to minister to his thick, swollen penis with her loving mouth. 

"Ahhhh," Sir James laughed aloud. "A great way to start the day, yes?" He smacked his friend on the back and they exchanged greetings. Sara was a bit embarrassed, but focused on her Master's penis. Her own heat was by made quite obvious by the wetness oozing from her vagina and slowly sliding down her thighs and from the increasing loudness of her sucking. 

Master reached down and absently stroked his adoring pet. 

"That will do, slut, now, Display!" 

Sara was dizzy with arousal, but managed to rise to her feet and assume the commanded position in a relatively sensuous manner. Eyes down, she dare not look at her Master, to determine the tone. Although her Master had allowed her to be examined by others on a few occasions, it was still somewhat humiliating to be so completely naked and vulnerable before a stranger. 

The Men shook hands and Sara heard her Master say, "Only do not permanently mark her in any way, but please enjoy her. She is my great treasure!" She heard the door close, and her heart began to race. She only hoped Sir James could not hear it.

He returned his attention to her and smiled nicely, and Sara relaxed a little. 

"You are a hot slut, aren't you?" He observed.

"Yes, Sir," she replied.

"Well, dear, I suppose we should get better acquainted, yes? Come." He turned and walked into the "playroom" where dozens of tools were arranged, tools for the training and growth of a slut. He stood and looked around the room for a minute, looked at Sara, smiled, and led her to the A-frame along the right wall. There were mirrors along most of the walls as well as the ceiling, and even in places on the floor. The room was well lit and kept at a nice, cool temperature of 65º. 

Sir James found some heavy manacles and attached them first, to the crossbar of the A-frame, then slid Sara's wrists into them. He walked behind her and she felt a high wooden bench slide up against her thighs. "Please, open your legs, slut." She obeyed and found herself straddling the narrow bench, her wet vagina fully exposed as he now shackled her ankles to the legs of the bench. She was trembling slightly, but dare not let on she was afraid. Or was she excited? 

"Hmmm, your Master has not yet put his mark on you. I shall have to speak to him about this. You are a lovely slut, dear, and apparently well trained."

"Thank you, Sir. It is my pleasure to serve my Master."

"And of course, it is your pleasure to now serve me, yes?" He disappeared into the storage room and returned with several dildos, vibrators, flogs, whips, chains and a few things she couldn't see.

"Are you comfortable, slut?" She nodded affirmatively. 

"Good! Now, lift your vagina to me." Obediently, Sara lifted her hungry vagina as high as she could. 

"Now, what do you wish, slut?"

"Sir?"

"What is it you want, my dear?"

"I do not understand, Sir? I want to please you, Sir."

"Yes, yes! I know you do," he chuckled. " How do you want to please me? How do you wish to show your training to me, slut?"

Sara blushed and her mind raced. She was not certain how to answer. 

Sir James walked behind her. He had placed the tools from the storage room on a small table just out of sight behind her. He was again in front of her with a large flogger in his hand. There was a loud crack as Sir James gave one practice crack with the hand made leather tool. He applied it to the inside of her left thigh. Her hips lunged upward. Her eyes watered. Again the flogger snapped and striped her inner right thigh, and again her hips lunged upward. 

"Slut, tell me what you want."

"Please, Sir, fill my openings," she said softly, her face quite flushed.She was embarrassed, but she was also terrified of giving the wrong answer. "Did he know what she wanted?" She wandered.

"Are you muttering, slut?"

"Please, Sir, fill my openings," she repeated a little more loudly.

Crack! Crack! One more stripe on each inner thigh.

"Perhaps you are not a slut after all," Sir James said as he turned and chose another tool from the table. Sara felt a vibrator slide into her anus, and she relaxed against it. Suddenly, a blindfold was placed on her face, and her fear ... or was it arousal ... climbed. A strange, yet somehow familiar feeling within her vagina. Cold. Metal. A speculum parted her, opening her wide open to this stranger. Her heart pounded still more strongly. 

"SLUT," Sir James yelled, "Tell me what you want!" Another stripe to each inner thing so close to the speculum that it vibrated. 

"SIR, PLEASE USE ME!" She yelled in response.

He laughed, pleased with her heart felt response.

"Very well, then slut. I shall." He smiled, and walked around her slowly. She turned her head trying to follow his footsteps, trying to anticipate what he might wish of her. 

He stopped in front of her, slid a finger deep into her open vagina and watched her twinge as his hand bumped the speculum. She then felt a finger slide slowly through her wetness to her aroused clitoris. His finger circled it slowly several times and she pressed herself against his hand.

"Yes, dear, I know. Mmmm, you smell so delicious. I think I will have some. He pinched her clitoris and slid his tongue deeply into her. Her hips jumped. She yelped. He pinched her clitoris repeatedly with one hand while he ably removed the speculum with the other and quickly replaced it with his tongue. Within thirty seconds, she was begging for release.

"Oh my No, slut. You may NOT cum yet. We have only begun." She groaned in agony. 

"Now, let's so something lovely with those beautiful breasts. Hmmm ... Your Master does love you, slut. Just look at how soft this rope is. Oh, I guess you can't look. Well here, feel it." 

Skillfully, Sir James began to wrap the rope strategically around her torso to reduce her waistline and push up her large, beautiful breasts. Then he wrapped the rope around each breasts firmly causing each one to puff out like a balloon. She moaned softly, and the vibrator still buzzed in her anus. 

When he was finished, he stood back to admire his work. 

"Hmmm, something's still missing." Sara heard Sir James again walk around her to the table. She heard him rummage through the various implements, and he heard her whimper with anticipation. He smiled. The fear had been conquered by her arousal. Something cold, thick, and quite large was firmly pushed into her dripping vagina. 

"What is it," she thought. "Oh my!" Indeed, it was a cucumber that measured only 6 inches long, but as big around as a baseball bat at it's middle. Knowlingly, he urged it deeper and watched her body open and eagerly swallow it. Her hips lunged again and tried to find a rhythm, lifting high, her anus jointly thrilled by her movements. 

"You are lovely, slut! Enjoy that cucumber!" He commanded, but do not cum."

Suddenly, she felt her the bar to which her arms were attached begin to lower. Slowly her top end sank, though still manacled, until her head barely touched the ground. This made her feel even more completely exposed, if possible, and she groaned in response.

He pumped the cucumber in and out of her carefully for a few minutes. Then stopped. Her breasts were on fire. Her vagina was on fire. Her whole body was shivering with the intensity of the heat raging within her. 

Again she heard him walk around her, admiring his handiwork. Then silence. Five minutes. Ten minutes. She wondered what her Master was doing at this moment and if he would be pleased with her. Still silence. What was he doing? Had he left her? 

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! A soft, leather flogger snapped across her breasts, biting each nipple roughly. She cried out then quickly bit her lips. Her body wiggling uselessly before Sir James. He paused and quickly affixed cloverleaf clamps to each nipple. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

"PLEASE, Sir, may I cum for you???" Sara cried out.

"Soon, dear one, soon. Show me how hot you are, slut. Show me!"

Her body lunged and jumped as best it could. Her back arched still more as she pushed her vagina higher, and squeezed the cucumber mercilessly as it all but disappeared within her. He sat in a large chair nearby and watched. For several minutes Sara danced her hot, slut body before him, bound as she was, her heat betraying her intensely female nature. She was utterly female; utterly slut. She was perfectly beautiful!

"Now, my hot slut, cum hard and long for me ... and let me hear you!"

She obeyed, and her body twitched and trashed for just under 6 minutes. He timed her. He smiled. 

He walked over to her, unwound the rope and released her burning breasts, but the clamps were left on her throbbing nipples. He removed the cucumber from her vagina, but left the vibrator in her anus. He lifted her head, and released her wrists. He flicked her nipples, and she winced as he removed the clamps. At last, he released her feet. He took her hands, and lifted her up to him, the blindfold was the last thing off, and kissed her forehead.

"Now, go and bathe, and return in 15 minutes. Do not dry yourself."

"Yes, Sir. As you wish."

Thirteen minutes later, Sara returned to the playroom still wet from her bath. Sir James had a small, but loose-fitting white gauze dress that he gave her to put on. It seemed a bit small, but he smiled and told her it fit perfectly. He attached a decorative clip to either side of the waist to cinch it in a bit more to show off her lusciously round breasts, and Sara realized the wetness that had remained on her skin now made the dress quite transparent. Her heart fell as her fear rose. The dress barely covered her bottom. Did he realize it was windy outside? He adjusted the dress over her shoulders, pulling it up in the back and down a bit more in the front so that her nipples were just partially covered and the curves of her breasts were deliciously evident. 

"Have you some simple high heels, slut?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Fetch them, please." Quickly, she disappeared into her Master's room and returned with some simple heels. 

"You are bronze enough to not require hose. You look ravishing, my dear." 

"Thank you, Sir."

"Where shall we go?"

"We are going out now, Sir?"

"Yes, slut. It is lunch time and I am hungry in spite of my little treat earlier." He winked playfully. "And besides, I want to show you off. Where is that huge shopping plaza being built, slut? Nothing like dozens of horney construction workers to make a Man proud of, well, of his friend's slut! OK, now you still have that little vibrator in your anus, yes? Bend over and let me put this one in your vagina. We can let the men have turns with the remote, just for fun. What do you think?" He asked this rhetorically, and laughed happily. Sara trembled as he affixed her collar and leash. 

He opened the car door for her and helped her in, and adeptly adjusted each vibrator so that she jumped. Her erect nipples were teasingly visible through the thin, damp gauze dress, and Sir James seemed to be having a ball. As they drove, he fingered her clitoris until she groaned for more. He turned the vaginal vibrator to it's lowest setting but the anal one was on medium. They headed for town.

At a red light, a trucker pulled up in the right lane beside the car. Sir James looked at Sara. 

"Well, Sara. What are you?" Quickly, she smiled at the driver and lifted her skirt revealing the vibrator tickling her. She licked her lips unconsciously. 

He honked and shouted, "How much?" Sir James just laughed and drove off.

It didn't take long, however, for Sir James to find what he was looking for. He pulled the car over near a major construction site. He counted at least 50 men walking around and not one woman in sight. "What a shame," he thought. 

"Sara, I want you to go up and ask one of these men what they are building and if you can be of any assistance in any way. If they accept your assistance, bring one of the men over to me. If the first man denies your help, ask another until you find a taker. Do you understand? Remember, you are an absolutely ravishing slut. Oh, and you may not touch your dress with your hands!" 

"Oh my, Sir." She paused, looked down at her hot, curvatious body. "Yes, Sir, I understand."

It was just after noon when she demurely exited the car and walked over the one of the men standing near a large truck. He wore a hard hat, jeans and a T-shirt. He was dirty and sweaty. The wind licked at the feather lite dress, lifting and swirling it, and causing her to flush with excitement as she realized her body was exhibited for all to see. It is certain that she had the attention of every male in the area.

She approached the man and asked what they were building and if there was any way she could be of service, just as she had been directed. The man looked at her thoroughly, and glanced over at the car. He asked who she was. She replied that the Gentleman in the car would answer his questions. 

The man laughed. She leaned into him a bit, and he felt the softness of her skin and the site of her right nipple, round and ripe. 

"Are you serious, lady?"

She assured him she was very serious and that it would please her Master if she could be of some small service to these hard-working men.

He agreed, finally, at least to approach the car. 

"Hey," Clyde said, "What's happening here?"

"It seems my friend's slut is rather needy, and she thought that perhaps some of these men might enjoy her. What do you think?"

"How much?"

Sir James laughed! "Oh no! You have it wrong. Sara is not a prostitute. She is a slut. She is owned by my friend and on loan to me for the day. It is my job to tend to her needs. She needs some cock. Do you or any of these men want to help her?"

Clyde laughed. "Are you kidding? She's a real hot one, huh? Sure, she's clean, right? No diseases? "

Sir James nodded affirmatively. 

"Fine," Clyde said, "Do you want to supervise? Over here, we can use the trailer. It's empty right now." 

"Yes, that will do nicely. Thank you." Sir James exited the car and the three walked over to the trailer and entered. Once inside, Sir James ordered Sara to remove her dress and begin. Shortly thereafter, Clyde went outside with a huge grin on his face. Sara had sucked her first construction worker cock for today. 

Before long, there was a knock on the door. 

"Come in," Sir James said. A tall, slender man about 40 entered. He blushed a little as his eyes beheld Sara's naked body. Sir James interrupted him.

"No need for words. Sara here has eagerly offered to suck any cock here. That ok?" Without another word, Sara exposed Sam's already hard cock and began to throat it. It didn't take him long to cum, and she drank every drop. 

"Thank you, Sir," she shyly said as he zipped up his jeans. He smiled in reply. 

"Sir, would you care to hold the remote control for a few minutes," Sara held up the control to him. He had not even noticed it until now, but smiled shyly as he took it. He played with it some, turning it to high and watching her expressions and her slight wiggle. 

Another knock. Sir James opened the door to an older Man, perhaps 60. 

"Hi! I'm Kurt," he said as he shut the door behind him. "You gonna suck my load?" He asked with a snicker.

"Yes, Sir, if you wish," Sara politely replied. He pawed at her breasts, and pulled her nipples till she moaned. She knelt before him and opened his jeans. Her arms folded then behind her back as her mouth ministered her adoration to this stranger. He continued to pinch her nipples as she sucked him hard. Her tongue ceaseless in its energy to caress his swollen, thick cock. 


I Am My Master's Slut Ch. 02



Ch 2 ~ The Beginning

Sara pulled to the side of the road. She was a Realtor returning from a successful appointment. Mr. and Mrs. Franklin were listing their beautiful home as soon as she could get the paperwork taken care of. Now, she had another appointment.

Sara had met this man online several weeks ago, and they had spoken about many things, among them, their sexual fantasies. Could she really experience them? Dare she?

Again, she scanned the landscape. The cabin was set back in the grove of trees on a beautiful wooded lot. It was really a beautiful location with large oaks and maples all around it. 

Sara was 45 and had been divorced for 6 years. She was a lovely woman with reddish blonde hair, green eyes and a shapely figure accentuated by her large, full bust. She was dressed in khaki slacks, a pale pink v-neck silk jersey with a navy blue blazer. 

She wasn't exactly dressed for a cross country jaunt, but she carefully headed toward the cabin. The glare of a lamp in one window served to remind her that it was getting dark. A myriad of emotions was building within her as she approached his cabin.

She knocked on the door. A man's voice from within called, "Come in, Sara." His voice was deep and warm, and her insides nearly vibrated with it's intensity. She gingerly clasped the knob, turned and pushed. 

Cautiously, her stomach in her throat, she took a step inside, "Hello?" She took another step into the cozy cabin.

"Hello, please come in and have a seat. I don't get many guests." She involuntarily shivered, and her professional poise kicked in. She walked over to an overstuffed chair. Across the room, her eyes beheld a tall, dark man about 55, she guessed. He stood as she approached and held out his hand to receive hers. Gently, he pressed a kiss to her hand. "You are welcome here."

"Thank you, Sir, for your hospitality. I'm Sara, and you have a lovely home. If you don't mind, Sir, why do you wish to sell it?" 

Foreign emotions swarmed inside her. "Who is this man?" she wondered. He had not said. He said nothing, in fact, for several minutes. 

Finally, he stood, walked to a table nearby, poured a glass of wine and picked up the phone. He handed them both to her. 

"Call whomever you wish, but I wish for you to enjoy supper here with me this evening so we can become better acquainted." He held her gaze for several minutes in silence. 

They chatted for an hour or so until the chill of uncertainty left her bones. What were these feelings? Fear ... excitement? ... maybe both.

"Sara, is there a Man in your life?" he asked. Again, his gaze grabbed hers and held it. She felt like his eyes were reading her soul, her innermost thoughts. She looked away. 

"I date, Sir, but no one special. Why do you ask?

"There is a restless look in your eyes, Sara. Would you care to play a little game with me?"

"What kind of game?" she asked, caution rising in her throat.

"One with very specific rules." He paused. "Sara, do you like to be told what to do?"

"No way ..." she started to say, but somehow knew he meant something different than her first interpretation. "Sometimes, why?" The words slipped from her lips in a whisper. He nodded.

"Sara, tell me about yourself. What do you enjoy?" His questions served to put her at ease. 

"I am a Realtor, Sir. I was out here to meet with one of your neighbors, the Franklins. Do you know them?" Instinctively, she tried to take control of the conversation. 

"No Sara, I don't know them." He paused, then continued. "That is what you do, Sara. I asked you to tell me about you." His voice was stern, but polite, almost fatherly. 

She began to tell him about her children and her failed marriage. She talked about the difficulties she had after her divorce to get on her feet financially. For more than an hour they talked as he lead the conversation.

"Sara, we shall play this game I spoke of. You will enjoy it, Sara." His words were so convincing she dare not disagree. She was intrigued more than anything else.

"Sure, Sir. I will stay for the evening. What do you think your home will sell for, if I may ask?" She was trying to change the subject, to get back on familiar ground. 

His eyes looked into hers, and they stood still in time. A minute or so later, he said, "Sara, please go into the kitchen. You will find dinner already prepared. Please serve it on the table in the dining room. I will join you momentarily."

"Of course," she replied. She started to wonder what was on his mind but stopped herself.

She didn't know why, but she felt somehow compelled to obey his request. Whether it was because of his kindness or his respectfulness, after a moment's hesitation, she disappeared into the kitchen. A few

minutes later, she emerged with dinner in hand. She set everything on the table, and refilled their goblets. She did think it a bit odd that a potential client ask her to serve them in this way, but it didn't occur to her that it was anything but a usual evening with this oddly attractive Man. 

They enjoyed a lovely supper with more wine, the delicious lasagne, and a large salad. Another hour passed with their supper and conversation. The warmth of the food and the new friendship allowed Sara to feel quite comfortable by the time supper was ended.

"Are you ready to play our game, Sara?" He asked. She hesitated. "It is a very simple game of obedience. I will tell you more about the game when we are finished, and you will then tell me if you wish to play it again. I will tell you the rules as we go, but the basic premise is that you respect me and demonstrate that by your obedience, and I respect you and demonstrate it by understanding and acknowledging what I believe are your limitations. I suspect we will talk more about limitations afterwards. 

"Yes Sir." She was feeling rather overwhelmed, but a strange sense of adventure and intrigue. Curiouslty had overtaken her, and she became determined to see this through.

"Shall we begin?" He asked.

"Yes Sir." She felt warm and a little buzzy from the wine as they started their game.

"Go in the bedroom on the left and dress in what you find there." Again, his voice seemed powerful and yet so kind that it was not at all out of character for Sara to do as she was directed. As though she knew the cabin's layout, she walked back the hallway to the room on the left. There, on the bed, she found the clothes he expected her to don. She laughed as she quickly removed her clothing and hung it on the hangers provided. This was straight from an old fantasy she had many times entertained. There was a simple white gauze dress with a lovely gold clasp over each shoulder. She put it on. The neckline draped beautifully, but dangerously low, and she felt uncomfortably exposed. The dress fit like it had been designed for her. The feel of the barely-there fabric heightened the sensitivity of her skin, and she felt her nipples harden as waves of anticipation jolted her insides. She noticed that the dress parted ever-so-slightly at the bottom. She wasn't sure if she was horrified or ... aroused? It was so short! There were simple black heels beside the dress, so she put them on also and stood for several minutes taking in her reflection. She looked breathtakingly lovely, but did she dare dress like this in front on Him? In front of anyone? 

She cautiously walked back out to the living room, already responding to the unusual amount of skin exposed.

"Sara, I can see you like your clothes. They fit you well, yes?"

"Ummm, Yes Sir," she replied. Part of her told her to get the hell out of there, but there was a secret part of her that commanded her to stay ... to investigate further ... to dare to stay. She did not feel he would harm her, although she did not feel entirely safe, either.

"You must now. For the remainder of this game, call me "Master". Is that clear?"

She nodded shyly, "Yes, Master." Her face flushed with heat and color.

"Yes," he smiled, "I know. You have waited a long time for this." He took her hand. "Now let me show you around." He showed her the kitchen, the

bathroom, the other bedrooms, and even the basement. With every step, the moved and parted. She knew at least her bottom was partially visible from behind. With every step, the provocative sense grew more intense.

Finally, they were back in the living room. He reached out and lightly cupped her lovely breasts. 

"You really do have lovely breasts, Sara. Do you want to show them off a bit more?" He asked. 

Her face flushed. "Yes, I thought so. Go into the kitchen and fetch me a glass of ice water, please." 

She obeyed, and quickly returned with the glass of water. He took the glass and carefully poured the water onto the fabric that attempted to cover her breasts. Sara jumped both at the coldness and audacity of this man. 

"Oh much better, Sara. Now I can clearly see your hard berry-like nipples." He pinched them lightly and watched her face. He repeated the pinch, a bit more firmly. She squirmed, but said nothing.

"Do you like your dress, Sara?" He asked as he adjusted the shoulder clasps. 

"It seems a little short, but yes, I suppose I like it." 

"Walk over to the fireplace, Sara, turn around slowly, then return here. Go!" 

His eyes followed every move, every step, every nuance of her expression. When she returned to the original spot, he powerfully pulled her into his embrace and kissed her forehead affectionately. 

"You are lovely, Sara. Why do you walk so stiffly? Relax. Try it again, but this time, let your body be feminine. Feel the dress play with your skin. Let me see the natural slut in you, Sara."

Her faced blushed deeply this time, but she knew exactly what he meant. She knew the adjustments she had made to become successful in business. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and once again walked to the fireplace. With each step, this time, her bottom rolled sumptuously lifting the hem of the dress slightly, teasingly. Her breasts also swung just enough to encourage the hardness of her nipples to remain. She held her head high. She looked almost divine.

"Wonderful, Sara! I can see her, still somewhat camouflaged, but she is there." Again he embraced her. "Now, in your room, in the top drawer, you will find several jeweled clips from which to choose. Go and pick what you want and bring them to me."

"Umm yes, Master." She disappeared into the room, opened the drawer, and sorted through the array of clips she found there. Finally, she chose some clips from the assortment and returned to the living room. It didn't even occur to her that she'd never seen jewelry like this before. She wasn't sure what sort of clips they were. 

"Good choice, Sara." He unhooked each shoulder strap and the dress fell to the floor. Sara swollowed a scream, but He moved quickly and gently. He kissed each nipple tenderly and pinched them till they stood

for him. He placed the desired clips in place. "Oh yes, very nice," he said as he twisted them. Sara winced. 

"Ouch! that hurts!" She tried not to whine.

"Perhaps, but there's a fine line between pain and stimulation. Have you noticed that, Sara?" He paused and regarded her carefully. "Sara, you are quite ravishing, you know." He cupped her round breasts, and he kissed her for the first time deeply. She tried to repel Him but found herself trying to press against him, but he refused. 

He firmly used one hand to part her legs, and then reached a finger into her vagina and found it quite wet. He smiled gently at her. From his pocket, he pulled a chain which he deftly attached to the nipple clips. The weight of the chain pulled on the clips sending shivers of pain and delight down through her. Again she groaned in protest, but to no avail.

"Sara, we are having a guest for dessert, so I'd like you to prepare something. You'll find ample supplies in the kitchen. The only rules here are, first, you may not speak without permission, and secondly, you may not touch yourself or adjust your clothing in any way. Lastly, unless otherwise instructed, you must rest by my right side on your knees. Now, go and have fun in the kitchen.

There was a knock at the door. Sara assumed it was the guest to which he referred. She figured to stay in the kitchen busying herself with dessert.

"Sara, please get the door," her Master called from the other room.

She panicked. "I can't," she said. Immediately, he was behind her, and she felt a sting on her soft bum cheeks ... another sting. He was spanking her bare bottom. She took a step away ... another smack, this one harder. 

Calmly he spoke, "When you're ready to answer the door ..." The pain mixed with pleasure at her heat source. She dared to look at him, and took a step toward the door.

She opened the door, and was surprised to see a very handsome younger man. He carried a bottle of expensive wine. He walked in and greeted the Master. "Hello." 

"Welcome to our cozy cabin in the woods, Mr Rhodes," her Master said and took the wine.

"Sara, turn around slowly, please." Master said. "I want Mr. Rhodes to appreciate your full beauty."

"Yes, Master." She was totally amazed at how quickly she felt compelled to obey. 

He tweaked her nipple clips, again. "Sara, if you desire, I will remove the clips for now." Sara blushed at Master's insensitivity to her privacy. He didn't seem to mind the presence of this other man or of him staring at her.

"Thank you, Master, please do."

"How do your nipples feel, Sara?"

"Master, they are very sore."

"Yes!" Master smiled and slowly traced a finger down the front of her and slid a finger into her quite moist vagina. She wiggled deliciously on his finger.

"She is lovely, isn't she?" Mr Rhodes observed. Master turned her around and cupped her breasts tightly, sending waves of mixed pain and pleasure through her body. 

"Sara, bring in dessert," her Master directed. She disappeared into the kitchen and returned carrying the cake pan. She set the pan on the table and dropped the knife. As she bent over to pick it up, and Master swatted her behind.

"Now Sara, please serve Mr. Rhodes a piece of your cake then assume your proper place." 

"Yes Master. Thank you." Sara served the cake carefully, and elegantly knelt beside her Master. The two Men chatted for some time while Sara knelt quietly, almost immobile at her Master's side.

"Time for our evening constitutional. "Sara, in the closet in the room where you changed, you will find a small, plain raincoat. Fetch it please." She complied. 

"I have another treat for you, my dear one. Please stand with your thighs open to me, and lift your dress out of my way. 

Sara obeyed, and her Master skillfully inserted a remote control operated vibrator into her vagina and handed the control to Mr. Rhodes. Master held her raincoat for her and she slid into it. It hung to just below her bum cheeks, "but," she thought, "at least I'm covered. She was not, however, permitted to button the coat. 

The coat, made of some light rubbery fabric, added more sensations to her already flushed skin. The continual brushing against her nipples sent a river of heightened excitement deep within her. 

She couldn't believe this was even happening. By now, it had taken on an ethereal quality and she was dazed by the intoxicating sensations within her.

They left the house and began their walk, and Mr Rhodes amused himself with the remote as she walked. It was a dark, quiet road, with only randomly scattered street lights at various intervals, and a few small houses dotted the roadside. The men talked quietly, and Sara concentrated on keeping covered and hoping no one would recognize her.

After some time, the Master noticed 3 young men, in their early twenties, following them at a short distance. "May I help you boys?" he finally asked.

"Well, ummmm, we were just wondering ... Does she have anything on under that coat?" the spokesman asked.

The Master laughed. "Of course she does. See for yourself." He opened her coat for them to see. 

"Nice dress, lady," the lead boy said. 

"Yes, it is fellows. She is lovely, isn't she? Would you care to touch her? Gently, of course!"

Sara was horrified. Her body was on display to mere boys she didn't know. "How couldher He do this?" Her fear was ever-present and threatened to break her demeanor. 

"Whoa! She is ... awesome!" The young men naturally seemed eager to put their hands on her. 

"Thank you. Yes, she is lovely. Do you like her?" Master

asked. He looked into Sara's eyes, and their gaze held for several seconds.

"O yeah ... wow!" the spokesman said, and he took a step toward her. He pointed to one

of her large succulent nipples and asked her, May I?" 

She looked at her Master who did not permit her to answer. 

"Sara belongs to me. You may touch her as you wish."

The boys watched as Master pulled and twisted her nipples. Mr Rhodes turned the vibrator to high and the young men took turns fondling her breasts and caress her soft feminine flesh. 

One of the boys asked if he could touch her vagina also, and was given permission to stroke her muff but he was forbidden entrance. 

"Sara, would you like to cum for these nice young men?"

"As you wish, Master" she answered. 

"Are You sure, Sara?"

"Yes, Master."

"Is that the way to ask Your Master?"

"No, Master. Master, please may I cum for You?" Sara asked.

"I think you can wait a while. Perhaps, one of these young men would like to test your oral talents."

The boys and Sara both yelled simultaneously ... Sara saying, "Oh no, Master, please!"

And the boys, saying ... "WOW, yeah ... cool," as they stepped closer to her.

"Alright. Choose one among you and approach me." Master directed. 

The shortest of the three came forward. Master spoke to him privately, then directed him to stand in front of Sara. 

"Sara, kneel before this young Man and pleasure his cock. You will not drink his cum, however, but he may place it wherever he wishes on your body. Is that clear?"

She nodded in humiliation and obedience. Knelt as directed and began to expose this young man's cock. She used her hands for a minute to muster her courage, and finally, shyly kissed the tip of his cock then dove onto it hungrily. She sucked it hard, thrilling to feel it swell within her mouth. She became quite noisy in her ministrations as the vibrator hummed full tilt within her in unison. Her body naturally danced on the vibrator as her arousal climbed to fever pitch. She was an amazing sight to behold. 

Master and Mr Rhodes observed Sara carefully. The young man was clearly about to shoot his load, and Master reminded him to withdraw. He shot his full load of cum on her chest. Another boy pulled on her ripe nipples bringing a squeal that made him jump. 

Master signaled for Mr Rhodes to pull the boys away as the "show" continued. "OK, Sara, show these boys what a real female orgasm looks like. Sara, cum." His parted her strong, supple thighs as the vibrator continued it's delightful task. Sara squirmed and wiggled against the vibrator, her body undulating and rotating in natural female rhythms. The boys watched in astonishment, gazing into her oozing vagina and her knees nearly buckled. Loud cries came from her throat as the powerful waves of pleasure quaked her body. It seemed to go on forever ... 

Finally, after what had to have been four or five minutes, she shivered, and her knees nearly gave way as her body slowly recovered. The young men applauded and laughed.

The Master smiled. He gently kissed Sara's mouth while he pulled her coat around her against the chilly night air.

"Thank you, Sara, you have pleased me." Master said courteously. 

"Thank you, Master." she replied almost proudly, yet quietly.

"Good evening gentlemen. Another Saturday night, perhaps." 




I Am My Master's Slut Ch. 02



"Wow, thanks. We'll be watching." the spokesman answered.

Mr Rhodes and the Master completed their walk slowly, extending mercy to Sara who, after all, was new to this experience and was having a difficult time just walking.

They arrived home, and her Master removed her coat. "Mr Rhodes, it's

been a nice evening. Thank you for coming. Perhaps next time, she can thank you more heartily." Without further ado, Mr Rhodes handed Master the remote control and the gentlemen shook hands, and Mr Rhodes departed.

Master pulled Sara into an embrace, kissed her again, and twisted her nipples and removed the soiled dress. "Sara, turn around please and face the wall behind you. Bend over." He mercifully removed the vibrator, used one finger to manually check her moisture and tightness, and playfully smacked her bottom. "Now, go quickly and wash yourself and return here. I want to see you."

"Yes Master." She did as she was instructed and her mind wondered to find the successful Realtor that had entered this cabin ions ago. 

She stood up on the table. "Now turn slowly. Yes, that's it. Now put

your hands behind your head with your elbows high and do not move them."

"As you wish, Master." Again, she obeyed.

"Oh my Sara, you are incredible. Now face me, please, rotate your right hip toward me, yes, 

that's right! Good! Now, this is called "Display" It is a position I will require of you often. Learn it. Do you feel it, dear one? Do you feel how completely exposed you are in this position? What a lovely slut you are! Look what you're doing to me! And I'm just minding my own business. It's your fault, so I'm just going to have to use you. What do you think?" 

There was some hesitation, then, "Thank you, Master."

"Sara, what do you want?"

"Umm, Master?"

"Slut, what do you want of me?"

"I want you to take me, Master." Sara dared to look at him as she stood there before him. 

"All in due time, my slut, all in due time. For now, it is time for you to show your true self to me even as you began to outside. Please, pleasure my penis, my beautifully sexy slut.

She rotated her hips somewhat boldly. "Thank you, Master."

"Fold your arms behind your back whenever I ask this of you, slut. You do not need your hands."

She sat naked in front of him looking at his thick penis ... wanting his thick penis ...craving his thick penis. She knelt before him and folded her arms behind her back as instructed. Using her tongue, she lifted his penis into her mouth and sighed audibly. She sucked him into her deeply. He allowed her to use her mouth for some time for him, giving him her affection and adoration as a healthy slut. He observed her face and her body movements. She was indeed, dancing for him and he doubted she even knew it. 

One of her breasts brushed again the tip of his penis. She continued to adore him with her mouth, and her breasts bumped and swung against his legs. Soon, though, his hands were on her dangling breasts. He squeezed them hard, then brushed them so they'd swing back and forth. "O my ... look at them! They're perfect! He pinched the nipples that were already sore and electricity shot straight through to her hungry vagina. 

"Yes, thank you, Master."

He leaned back in the chair and watched her rigorously obey him. He was groaned in pleasure now and informed her that he wa approaching the point of no return. She arched her back and her dance became more fervent. 

At last he yelled, and she felt him shoot spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum into her. That was enough to send her over again as a huge orgasm ripped thru her body. Her back arched again, her breasts bounced,

and she pumped her own orgasm releasing a river of her sweet juices

that ran down her thighs. It seemed to last forever, and her vagina spasmed hard. She purred with satisfaction. 

"Yes Sara, thank you, my pet," he said finally after recovering his

breath. "The first of many, I hope."

After several minutes, Master asked her, "Sara, you were beautiful and well

behaved tonight. Did you enjoy our little walk?" He brushed the tip of her nipples with his open palm and saw the color rise in her face. 

"See, I know you. I knew you'd like others to get a peek of you. This is just a glorious beginning. I will keep you safe, Sara. If you misbehave, I shall have to discipline you, but it will always be for your good. I will take you under my protection and you may freely discuss anything with me. Do you understand? We will discuss the living arrangements tomorrow.

She smiled and nodded, "Yes Master," and felt very warm and safe.

He pinched her nipples again and smiled at her.

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."

"Now, go and get a large bath towel and bring it to me." 

"As you wish, Master," she replied and turned to comply."

She returned with the towel and he spread it on the table. "Up on the table, my pet, he directed. He poured a generous amount of fragrant oil onto his hands. "Lie down backside up, please." she obeyed. He took her left foot and began to lovingly, soothingly massage her. Slowly up one leg and down the other, he massaged her. He moved around to her head, and picked up her right hand. "Turn over, please." He carefully, meticulously rubbed both arms, shoulders, and breasts. He paid special attention to her sore and swollen nipples. He put more oil on his hands, spread her legs open wide and gently caressed her vaginal area and bum. "Sara, my pet, you have pleased me tonight. Sleep now. I will awaken you early."

"I am glad, Master, that you are pleased. Thank you, Master." She relaxed from her rub and exhausted from the activity, so she fell asleep quickly. Then it was morning.

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I Am My Master's Slut Ch. 03



Ch. 3 ~ Intimacy

The excitement of the day was done, and Sara's mind and body felt it. As Master sat down in his overstuffed armchair, Sara quickly disrobed and hung up her lovely dress. Quietly, she took her place on the beautifully soft cushion at the right side of his chair. Absently He stroked her soft, golden curls, and read the evening paper. The cabin was quiet but for the sounds of the creatures outside. The main room of the cabin was softly lit and decorated simply. As Sara looked around the room, she observed how it reflected her Master's solid but warm character. 

These past three months had changed her, made her stronger in many ways. Master's calls for her came more and more often, and even when she wasn't with him, her heart was. She chuckled softly as she thought about her career. She struggled for years as a Realtor, but with the guidance and support of her Master had risen to be one of the top 50 producers in the city. 

Sara found it amazing that she could negotiate a deal with anyone and yet be completely content seated as a nude female on her Master's silken cushion. He had taught her so much. She smiled as she thought about her first few times with Him. He displayed so much patience. He taught her some basic positions that would prove beneficial to her at various times. He taught her how to stand, how to sit, how to walk, how to lie down all as a naturally sexy and ravishing female. Her body now belonged to Him fully and completely. He expected her to always be available to Him, and that she should always be aroused for Him. 

"Sara, did you chuckle?" He peered around His paper.

"Yes, Master. May I speak, please, Master?" "Yes slut."

"I am so grateful, Master, that You apprehended and accepted me. Thank You for being so patient and kind with me, Master." He nodded silently. 

"You may go bathe and then prepare for bed."

"Thank You, Master." Sara kissed his hand and quickly scurried to the bathroom. His eyes followed her. It was late, and it had been a long, eventful day. 

Sara washed and took her place, naked as he preferred, on the soft, furry mat at the foot of her Master's plush bed. She started to curl up, but remembered her required vulnerability and smiled. Several minutes later, Master entered, disrobed, locked her collar to the foot of his bed, and slid between his satin sheets. They slept.

It was Friday morning. Master arose early, showered and prepared to leave for his office. 

"Good day, slut!" Master said as he re-entered the bedroom and sat on the bed to put on his shoes. 

"G'morning Master! How did you sleep, please?"

"Very well, thank you. I am sure you did also, yes?" He chuckled.

"Yes, thank you, Master." She stretched sensuously and Master examined the lovely body of his sexy slut.

"Well my slut, you have your household assignments for today, and I know you have 2 appointments this afternoon. I want to you to masturbate for at least 30 minutes before your 1:15 appointment, but do not cum. Now, what do you wish to wear, please?" 

"May I please wear my red skirt with the red flowery chiffon blouse, please, Master?"

"A lovely choice, my beautifully sexy slut. You may button 3 buttons on the blouse and make sure the skirt is at least 6 inches above your knees, please. You will wear the gold "collar" also. Oh, and be home no later than 4 pm. We will have an evening playtime.

He walked around to the foot of the bed, unlocked her collar to release her from his bed, tweaked her nipples and watched his beautiful girl squirm at his touch. 

"Come to my arms, my girl." Quickly Sara arose and pressed her curvaceous body into his arms. "Feel my Master's energy flowing through you as you go through your day, slut, and know I love you."

"Yes, Master," Sara smiled contentedly. He kissed her deeply and felt her female heat rise at his touch. He playfully cupped her lovely breasts and squeezed, then turned to go. 

Sara dressed as ordered. Happily she put on her favorite red skirt, favorite because it was a 'swingy' skirt and moved with her. It covered her bottom well and showed off her muscular thighs. Her body, though not perfect and certainly not that of a teenager, was nevertheless well formed and admittedly, Sara enjoyed the attention of her male co-workers. She would never have thought to dress as provocatively as Master required, but considered it both fun and reasonable devotion to Him. As she put on the red flowery chiffon blouse, it occurred to her that it was more transparent than she remembered. She carefully chose the three buttons Master permitted her to button, and reached for her gold collar. The thin leather collar that Master had put on her at their initial meeting was always about her neck unless he specifically commanded the gold or steel options. Often the gold one was the one chosen for her to wear to her office. She removed the thin leather collar and replaced it with the lovely gold one. 

She gazed at her reflection in the full length mirror. She was increasingly amazed at the unfolding transformation. She was emerging. She, the beautifully healthy female slut was emerging from within her. Absently she traced the dark areolas of her breasts through the thin fabric. She was a little relieved to note that the flowery pattern camouflaged her a little. She slid on her plain black heels, grabbed her briefcase and keys and left for her office. 

It was after 10 am when Sara arrived at her office. She busied herself with paperwork and chatted with some of the other agents casually. She thought of her Master almost continually regardless of what she was doing. She thought of him as she typed on her computer. She thought of him as she chatted with the other agents. She thought of him as she walked around the office. The back of her skirt licked the top of her thighs, and her breasts bounced gently under the thin fabric. Somehow, it gave her a sense of power to note that others could not help but take note of her ripe nipples straining against the blouse fabric. 

Her briefcase was prepared for her 1:15 appointment. It was 12:10. She was glad her clients were meeting her here in her office today. Everything was ready. This was a million dollar property that she was about to list and she was excited. She sat at her desk and began to tweak her nipples as subtly as possible in the public work space. Her thighs were parted naturally. She wished she had a private office, but was more concerned with her obedience to her Master than office etiquette. As inconspicuously as possible, she continued to pinch and twist her nipples as her imagination flew to her Master. It was his fingers that now touched her. His fingers pulled her hard nipples. His fingers now slowly making their way to her simmering wetness. She found her clitoris and ruthlessly flicked it back and forth, struggling to remain quiet. At least she had the relative privacy of her little cubicle as pleasure began to manifest on her face. 

"Sara, come to the front desk, please." The intercom startled her. She stood, adjusted her skirt and walked seductively to the front desk. Her clients were Mr. Simms and Mr. Kowalski, and they had a large warehouse on Jenkins Avenue that they wanted to list. Though they had spoken several times on the phone, this was their first face to face meeting. The terms had been discussed and the two men were there to sign the contract and shake hands. 

Sara wished she had a camera hidden nearby to catch the expressions on the faces of the men she met for business. Most of them responded to her appearance in humorous ways. She loved it. As much as her Master controlled her, she enjoyed the feeling of control over those with whom she dealt. As she greeted Mr. Simms and Mr. Kowalski, their eyes caught hers, but landed on her erect nipples pressed tightly against the nearly transparent fabric. They exchanged pleasantries, and Sara lead the way into the conference room. She smiled as she felt their eyes caress her. She placed the papers between the two men as one sat to her left and the other to her right. She was quick, efficient and very professional. Signatures. Done. 

Sara leaned forward against the large conference table allowing the blouse to sag enough that each man had a lovely view of her female curves, if only for a minute. 

"Well, thank you gentlemen. I'm sure it won't be long before we see some interest here. I'll be in touch. Please call if I can be of any further assistance to you." She handed each man her card and shook hands. 

The listing papers for Jenkins Ave all signed and filed, Sara prepared for her second appointment. This appointment was with a older man. He had been widowed several years earlier and now wanted to find something smaller. She had known him for years, and he was ready. Sara felt a keen sense of compassion for this sweet, gentle man. 

She arrived at his home in her sporty convertible, her hair tostled a bit, but still attractive. Ever aware of her feminine gifts, Sara greeted Mr. Arnold with a soft embrace. Instinctively, she rubbed her soft, hot body against his for a few minutes. When she looked into his eyes, there were tears present. She affectionately kissed his cheek.

"Mr. Arnold! How wonderful to see you. How are you doing today?"

"Hi Sara!" He smiled. "I'm better now. Come in and sit down, please." He lead the way to the kitchen table. He had tea ready and some store bought cookies.

"Oh Mr. Arnold, you didn't need to go to all this trouble, but thank you." She hugged him again, letting him feel her soft curves against him. "Now, talk to me about what you're looking for in a new home."

Mr. Arnold talked for a few minutes about the countryside where he'd grown into manhood, married, and lived for decades. He talked about his late wife and the dreams they had for retirement. Sara listened attentively.

"You know, Mr. Arnold, I may have just the place for you. It is a little townhouse nearby. Have you seen Forestside Place? It is a wonderful little community of townhomes. Let me check them out tonight, and I will call you tomorrow. I bet you'd love it there."

Mr. Arnold agreed. They sat and visited a while longer, and Sara genuinely loved this man. Once more they embraced, and Sara left, turning playfully to fill his imagination with her female loveliness. She knew she couldn't replace his wife, nor did she want to, but she could soothe him. 

Sara glanced at her watch. 3:35. Perfect timing! She slid back into the soft white leather seat of her car and headed home. She was amazed, as usual, at how aroused she was. She was so aware of her body, and unbuttoned another button on her blouse. This allowed the wind to catch it and tickle her breasts. She pulled into the driveway of the little cabin at 3:54, walked into the cabin, straight to her room, undressed and returned to her cushion on the floor beside her Master's chair. There she knelt, knees parted widely, back straight, head high, chest out, palms up on top of her thighs, eyes lowered. She awaited her beloved Master.

Time passed. Her knees hurt. Her mind wondered. She dare not move. She waited. 

Finally, she heard the hum of a car. Footsteps approached the door. It opened. Her heart raced with excitement. He walked by her to the bedroom, changed and reappeared several minutes later. Without a word, he poured a glass of wine, picked up the paper and sat down in his chair. He wore only his velvet robe. He said nothing, but stroked the soft skin of her shoulders and neck. Her body quivered with joy and excitement. She tried to be still but her knees and thighs were burning. 

He lowered his paper for a moment, touched his finger to her lower lip, then continued his reading. Sara sighed softly as she shifted to a spot between his legs, opened his robe, folded her arms behind her back and pressed her face into his pubis. She tenderly kissed his flaccid penis and licked the length of it several times. Her heart pounded as she poured out her love and devotion for her beloved. She adored him and adored his penis and the way he ~ and it ~ made her feel. His penis thickened and filled with his power over her and she happily continued her worship. Her mouth became an instrument of her heart to demonstrate the depth of her submission to him and her passions for him. She licked him and sucked him thoroughly, taking his penis deep into her throat just as he had taught her.

"I ordered pizza, my slut, so be ready to get the door. He should be here shortly." Sara continued are loving attention to him, but her mind was somehow distracted. She was naked but for her collar. How was she to answer the door? 

He put down his paper and watched her as she continued to suck him. His penis filled her mouth and throat, and her body radiated it's female heat. The aroma of her arousal filled the air. He studied the expressions on her face.

"Display, my sweet slut." He ordered.

Reluctantly, she let his beautifully powerful penis slide from her mouth, and elegantly stood in the prescribed position. He did not move, but his eyes covered every visible inch of her. He studied her for several minutes. He watched how her body moved as she breathed. He watched her nipples pucker, soften and then pucker and grow red and hard again. 

There was a knock on the door. The pizza had arrived. Sara relaxed as she saw Master rise to attend to it, but her heart fell as Master invited the pizza boy in while he paid. Then she realized how proud her Master must be of her to wish to display her like this. Her expression changed as she beamed with pride and overflowed with devotion. Her body tingled with arousal.

"Come, Sara, sit and have some pizza. Tell me of your day, please." Sara happily sat and reported the dealings of her day to her beloved Master. They enjoyed the pizza and the company of one another. 

"Please clear the table then go to the playroom. I will join you shortly. I will find you in this same lovely and graceful position."

"As you wish, Master," she agreed and disappeared down the hallway to the playroom. She resumed her position just inside the door, by his chair and waited.

The playroom was a large room that Master had added on in the rear of the cabin. One wall was glass, while the other walls were mirrored. The ceilings also were mirrored. There were a number of tool stations around the room, each designed for the training and growth of a submissive slut. It was a softly lit room, but quite bright because of the mirrors. Everything in the room had a specific purpose, and though Sara had not encountered each apparatus yet, she knew, in due time, that she would for her own benefit and growth. 

Master entered with a small tray of fruit, cheese, and crackers. He walked straight to the far end of the room. There were stocks there and beside them was a table she was well acquainted with. It had stirrups at the foot. 

"Slut, come," he ordered. 

She walked quickly to him. She felt every cell of her body responding to his presence. Her mind and heart raced. She knew only that she must obey him.There were a variety of gadgets and nooses suspended from the ceiling. On the wall, hung decoratively over the mirrors, were a wide variety of leather floggers and wooden paddles, frightening whips and metal cuffs, manacles and chains. There were also feathers and silken scarves. There was a closet for the storage of any number of dildos and vibrators.

"Relax and grow, my slut. Please take your place on the inspection table."

She obeyed, and climbed onto the table, placed her feet in the stirrups, and put her hands behind her head. Inspection had become a weekly ritual and there was something comforting about 'rituals." She was never bound on this table by anything other than her Master's will, but today would be a little different. 

Master placed the cloverleaf clamps on Sara's nipples, and she winced initially, but relaxed into the sensation. There were always candles lit around the room, part of the atmosphere of the playroom. Today, though, Master, had some different candles sitting by the inspection table. 

"Sara, I am going to blindfold you now, and insert ear plugs into your ears. You must open your mouth and leave it open as wide as your legs are open to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," she replied quietly.

Skillfully, Master placed the blindfold over her eyes and secured it. He pushed ear plugs into each ear. Sara strained to know where he was. He watched her for several minutes. He struck a match and lit three candles. Sara caught the scent of the sulfur from the match. Her mind raced. She suddenly felt a small explosion on her left nipple. Again. There was a short pause, then again. He was dripping hot wax onto her nipple. The sensations were mixed and new. He watched her face carefully as he moved to the right nipple. He placed several drops of hot wax around each nipple then he made a pathway of drips down across her soft belly, each drip eliciting a steady increase in movement. He poured a large amount of hot wax in the area of her trimmed muff, then stopped. A piece of apple was placed on her tongue. The rich flavor of it filled her senses. 

"Eat it," he directed. He waited until she had swallowed the fruit before he started over again on her left nipple, but first, he removed the clamp. She groaned loudly and her hips squirmed a little. She hoped her Master would not notice. He removed the clamp from the right nipple and dripped more hot wax. Her back arched and she groaned more quietly. 

A bite of pineapple was placed on her tongue. She waited for permission to eat it, and it finally came. She relished the sweet, tangy fruit. He slowly, methodically dripped the hot wax around the labia lips of his beautifully sexy slut and watched her body strain to be still, but the growing moisture gleamed from her female heat. She enjoyed this hot wax, Master noted. He positioned the candle now so that it dripped steadily, slowly on her already ripe clitoris. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. The candle was held in place by vice grips attached to the foot of the table, positioned just right. He watched carefully as the drips continued, and he placed another piece of apple on her tongue. 

"Eat it as I give it to you, my dear one." He was fascinated and pleased by her body's response to the wax. The mix of pleasure and pain was an interesting study. His love for his slut grew. He watched her wiggle as the drips persisted, striking her tender clitoris. "You may also cum as you wish, slut."

"Thank you, Master," she replied breathlessly. Her mind was becoming fuzzy with arousal. Her body exploded with a jolt and twitched as the drips continued. It was a relentless stimulus, constant and percise. She could not escape it. She could feel the wax filling her opening. It ran across her tender skin stoking her inner flames. She began. One orgasm after another erupted within her, skaking her, intoxicating her, and taking her to some foreign place. This was something quite new to her. Her head rocked back and forth, her hips lunged upward and quickly relaxed, her toes curled around the metal stirrups. She heard nothing, saw nothing, thought of nothing. Guttural cries of pleasure issued from her mouth unrestrained between bites of juicy, sweet fruit given to her carefully by her ever watchful Master. Over and over waves of pleasure rocked her body and the drips continued. 

Quiet. Stillness. Slowly her mind returned. The earplugs were removed, and the blindfold was removed. Sara lay there shivering, but she was not cold. She lay for several minutes.

"Come to me, my girl." Master spoke quietly. She responded slowly, and with great effort. Master drew her into his loving embrace and kissed her deeply. He caressed her body as he held her close to him. She was trembling. He held her firmly until her body settled. Sara was permitted to sleep in his bed this night, and contentedly curled up in his arms.



I Am My Master's Slut Ch. 04



Sara awoke with a start. Her heart thumped as she struggled to get her bearings. She was alone. She was in her bed in her bedroom. Her mouth was dry and her pajamas were damp with perspiration. Slowly her senses adjusted. 

"What a dream." she thought. "A nightmare ... sort of." 

She arose and went about her typical morning routine. She showered and made her coffee, then sat for a few minutes at her computer to check her calendar and email. 

"Oh yes! I have that tech class this afternoon, so I will have to make all my calls this morning." She spoke aloud to herself. 

She moved outside to her front porch and sat in a white wooden Adirondack chair and sipped her coffee. Her head rested against the back of the chair. She wore soft, silk pajamas imported from India. She was content with her life and her little Cape Cod home, but she still missed her kids. They were grown now and living their own lives. They were all in the area, at least, but it just wasn't the same. 

For the most part, Sara enjoyed her life and her career. She had grown into a lovely and independent businesswoman. Real estate certainly kept her busy, and she seldom had to be concerned with finances. 

As she sat this morning sipping her coffee, her mind wondered to the dream that had startled her awake. Admittedly, she missed having a Man around her, but the notions she was remembering from the dreams were a bit extreme. Even as she thought about her dream, her body silently began to respond. 

The phone rang, and she jumped to answer it. 

"Oh hello, Ron! How are you this morning?" Sara settled into the reality of a friendly voice.

"Just fine, thanks, Sara, and you?" 

"Excellent, thanks! What's on your mind? Did you close yesterday?"

"What a mess, but yes, we closed. Thanks for asking. I called to see if you wanted to go to Geoff's party with me tonight? I know it's short notice, but it will be a fun night."

"Well yes, I was planning to go anyway, so I'd be glad to ride along with you. What time?"

"I'll pick you up about 4:30. The invite says dinner is at 5:30, so we will get there in time to make our rounds before dinner. You will dress your usual sexy self, yes?"

"Sounds great! Thanks! I'll see you at 4:30." She laughed at his question ... or was it a direction? 

She hung up and felt a deep sense of satisfaction. She had known Ron for nearly 10 years professionally. She knew him to have a fine wit and a lovely smile in addition to his reputation for integrity. He was a few years older than her, but he wore his years and his success well. In recent weeks, she seemed to find herself running into him several times a week, though she never gave the change a thought.

Ron arrived at precisely 4:28 pm according to the clock in his Jaguar XK convertible. He got out and walked to her door. He knocked, and she answered promptly. He greeted her warmly and seemed happy to see her.

"You look lovely, Sara. Thank you. Are you ready?"

"Sure! Just let me grab my purse and I'm ready." She picked up her purse from the chair in the corner. She joined him at the door which he held open for her. 

"Whew, Ron! When did you get this car? I guess I don't have to ask how business is for you!" He smiled at her accolades.

"I'm glad you like it. I worked hard for it, that's for sure, but enough about work. Sara, I want you to have fun tonight." He paused. "Please, unbutton your top button, will you?" He smiled so sweetly she could hardly refuse, but chuckled a bit as she obeyed his bidding, and blushed as he examined her revealed cleavage.

They arrived at the party to find a large crowd already assembled in Geoff's yard. The sounds of happy chatter and laughter echoed in the surrounding trees. Sara and Ron made their entrance and greeted their hosts and began to mingle some. Geoff stood close to Sara and kept his eyes on her as she made her rounds. He smiled. A few times, Sara glanced toward him and returned his smile. 

She approached Mr Kensie, the city president of their brokerage. Suddenly, Ron called her. 

"Sara, come here, please." He asked.

"Please excuse me, Mr. Kensie. I'll catch up with you later." Sara joined Ron a bit apart from the crowd. 

Affectionately, he put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her cheek. "Thank you, Sara. How well do you know Mr. Kensie?" He asked.

"Not too well, I guess, yet!" She lifted her chin with a laugh filled with warmth. 

"By the end of this year, I bet he knows you better," Ron said with a strange, knowing expression on his virile and stately face. 

"We can hope, anyway, hmm?" Again Sara laughed, but Ron just smiled and looked at her until she sobered and their eyes locked for a brief moment.

"Now, Sara, I want you to tell Mr. Kensie what I just told you. 'By the end of this year, he will know exactly who you are.' I want to know what he says in response, please." Ron smiled that wonderful smile that seemed to melt whatever resolve she had, and she acquiesced.

Sara walked through the crowd, stopping briefly a few times, but never taking her eyes completely off of her target, Mr Kensie. Finally she caught up to him and made her announcement. He smiled and shook her hand. They chatted for few minutes, and she excused herself and found Ron who had moved closer to her location. Ron embraced her and congratulated her. 

His embrace ignited something in Sara, some unknown or, at least, unfamiliar sensations. His hands were large and soft, but as they caressed her shoulders and back, she felt a delightful sense of adolescence. It was as though he had fire emanating from his fingertips. She paused to look into his eyes, his face. Somehow he looked different, although she had no idea why that should be. She found herself wishing he would embrace her again. 

The food was delicious and everyone ate their fill. It was time now for the bonfire. Geoff and a couple other men ignited the huge pile of kindling and logs, and a cheer spontaneously erupted from the crowd as the fire lit up the night. Ron stood beside Sara. The music was turned up and few couples began to dance. Ron leaned over to Sara and whispered something. She turned to him, her mouth open slightly, and his gaze captured hers. 

After a few minutes, Ron took Sara's hand and they began to dance. He was stylish, if a little old fashioned in his steps, but he looked like he was both enjoying the dance and Sara. 

"You are an excitingly beautiful woman, Sara. Do you know that?"

Her blush was hidden by the glare or the fire, but it shone in her eyes to his delight. 

They danced and ate and had an enjoyable evening together. At precisely 10 pm by his watch, Ron told Sara it was time to leave the party. They thanked their hosts and made their way to the car, and left. 

"Let's stop at that lovely café by your home for some coffee," Ron said softly. He looked over at Sara and let his eyes take in her entire female frame. They parked, and he opened the door for her, and guided her into the little café with his hand on her back. They sat at a little table on the veranda where fewer people were gathered. 

"Sara, you are a truly lovely woman. I can tell you, you have caught my eye." He smiled and her insides warmed. "Would you mind, Sara, if I wanted to spend some time with you?"

"Umm, no, not at all. Thank you. That might be nice." Again she blushed at his attention. 

"Wonderful! I'd like to have lunch with you tomorrow. Do you have a red blouse or sweater you would wear for me? I'd like to see you wear more red. I think it would make you really light up nicely. What do you think?" 

She was flabbergasted by his flattery and puzzled by his unusual request, but admitted that she had a red blouse and that she would happily wear it tomorrow for his pleasure. Although she said it with a sarcastic edge in her voice, she was curiously attracted to him. 

"One more thing," he smiled that charismatic smile, "You simply must begin to show of that luscious cleavage more." His eyes caressed her body and she flushed with unfamiliar heat. "Yes, you must!" He chuckled lightheartedly and took her hand. They walked back to the car, his hand again on her lower back. 

Sara and Ron opened the door to her home. She invited him in, but he declined, but confirmed their lunch date for tomorrow. He embraced her, drawing her tightly into his arms. His lips brushed her forehead as he pulled away. 

"G'night Sara. Alors, jusqu'au demain!" he said as he disappeared into the night. Sara stood in the doorway for some time, dazed. 



I Am My Master's Slut Ch. 05



For a few minutes, Sara stood in the dimly lit vestibule of her home trying to sort her emotions. Finally, she decided morning might be a better time to wade through the mixture of feelings that swam freely in her imagination. Instead, she stopped by the kitchen to make a cup of tea, then curled up to finish the novel she had been reading, but found it difficult to focus. In resignation, she undressed and prepared for bed. 

Sara's bedroom was comfortably large, with her king size bed centered along the outside wall. She had arranged a graceful canopy of reds and yellows to accent the wall at the head of her bed. It was a distinctively feminine room, with cinnamon scented candles, and lace doilies on the available flat surfaces. From a doorway beside her walkin closet, Sara could go out to a small covered veranda and contemplate the nature of the universe or just gaze at the starlit sky and dream.

By the time Sara sat down outside, her mind and heart were filled with thoughts of Ron. She was a little confused, but more pleasantly surprised with how much fun she had with him. She permitted her mind to wander and felt her body respond with it's natural warmth. 

The phone rang, and Sara's dreams were abruptly interrupted by the sound of Ron's voice. 

"Hi Sara." Sara greeted Ron and giggled. "I wanted to tell you again what a good time I had being with you this evening. Thank you," Ron continued.

"Thanks! Likewise, and frankly, I'm a little surprised. Why haven't we done this before?" 

"Timing is everything, Sara. You know that!" 

"Of course, but ..." Her voice faded into a comfortable silence.

"Sara, have you changed for bed yet?" 

"Yes, as a matter of fact. I'm sitting on my back veranda sipping a cup of herbal tea before retiring for the night."

"Sounds good. What do you wear to bed, may I ask?" "Whatever I want, " Sara answered with a playful chuckle. "For example, at the moment, I have a purple silk nightie on."

"Oh I bet it outlines your breasts beautifully. Are your nipples hard?"

"Ron!" She laughed as much in embarrassment as in response to the combined stimulus of cool evening and sexual teasing.

"Well, my girl, are they?" He paused for a minute and then continued. "Yes, I'm sure they are. I bet that your body is responding in other ways as well, yes?" He did not wait for her answer this time. "Sara, will you dream of me tonight, do you think? Of course, you will and tomorrow, you can tell me exactly what you dreamed, OK?"

Sara felt a little uncomfortable by this point and was about to make excuses for tomorrow when Ron interrupted himself with an apology of sorts.

"I'm sorry, Sara. It has been some time since I felt this kind of attraction for a beautiful lady. I'm getting ahead of myself. Please forgive me. I do like the thought of your body draped in rich silk, though, and forgive me if in my dream, your nipples are enticingly hard." 

"No harm done," she quietly replied, "and yes, as it happens, they are hard!" She laughed.

"Thank you Sara! Now please, sleep deeply and dream of our times together. Good night, Sara."

"G'night, Ron."

Sara sat for several minutes outside. "What is going on?" she thought. "Out of the blue he calls, and asks me out and ... what's next?" The night breeze gusted and her nightie wrapped around her legs, and her nipples did, indeed, respond. 

Her bed felt wonderful, as always. It didn't take her long to fade into a restful and deep sleep. Her mind, however, headed for familiar territory in her dreams.

"Yes, Master, I am here." Sara knelt at her Master's side, naked, positioned as taught for complete openness and availability in the well lit parlor of his cabin. The most exciting thing to Sara about belonging to her Master was feeling totally cherished in body, soul, and mind as his prize possession. Kneeling like this at his side, her body thrilled at the delight of his ownership of her. She loved him and knew he loved her. 

"Sara, who are you?" He put down his newspaper and looked deeply into her. 

"I am your most valuable jewel, Master, and your most devoted slut. I am who and whatever you want me to be."

"Please stand over there by the back window, Sara, and masturbate for me."

"Very well, Master." Sara arose quickly and glided sensuously to the spot by the back window as her Master indicated. She faced him, standing beautifully, her legs parted, her back straight. She squatted some so that her female parts were visible to her Master. The muscles in her thighs showed wonderfully. Her right hand began to manipulate and tweak her right nipple while her left hand stroked her body slowly until it reached her cleanly shaved pubis. Nimbly, her fingers opened her labia lips to display her ripe and partially swollen clitoris. She lifted her face to her Master, smiled, and closed her eyes. 

"No, Sara, keep your eyes open, please, so I can see the pleasure I am giving you more clearly."

"Yes, Master!" She pulled her nipple roughly and flicked her clitoris. Her body quickly responded. Her face flushed a beautiful shade of pink even as her fingers stirred the pinkness of her female heat. She stroked herself skillfully, and demonstrated her increased arousal in the slurping sounds her fingers now made. Master watched intently. He studied her face. The light from the window made shadows on her body. Deep affection filled his heart for his beautiful girl. 

He allowed her to continue for quite some time. He enjoyed the various expressions on her face as her heat grew and as she displayed herself openly for his pleasure. 

"Sara, I believe it is time to make a public declaration." She stopped her masturbation, stunned. "Oh my girl, please continue. I think it is time to have a celebration. I will publically collar you as mine before our friends, colleagues, and fellows. How does that sound, dear?" 

Sara was so hot by this time that she had to focus very hard to speak. Her body vibrated with arousal and desire as her fingers continued to rub her and dive into her wet vagina.

"I am yours, Master. I love you with all my heart, my soul and my mind. I belong as thoroughly to you. I am proud to be yours."

"Very well, then it is settled. Next weekend, we will celebrate us. Now, run to my bed and prepare yourself in a spread eagle position, please. I will be there soon."

She did as commanded. Master took his time, turned out lights, locked doors, and brushed his teeth in preparation for bed. He entered his bedroom, lit 3 cinnamon scented candles, and approached the bed. He mounted her, giving her his penis. Slowly he slid into her prepared vagina and he felt her squeeze him in welcome. There were no words, and she did not visibly move until he was fully inserted and began to pulse within her. Naturally, her feminine passions exploded with rapture as he rode her. Her legs lifted, and he grabbed her ankles, pushing himself into her fully. Her arms reached down and massaged his testicles, and he groaned loudly filling her heart with deep satisfaction. Deeper and deeper he pushed into her, and his hips slapped against her in hot excitement. No whips, no clamps just hot, unveiled passion given mutually. Together they screamed in orgasm, and together they collapsed in a loving kiss and soon slept. 

Sara awoke alone and in a sweat. Her body aroused and hungry. After quickly noting the time, she rolled over and found her favorite vibrator. She undressed and lay back down on her soft silky sheets, and responded to the sensation with goosebumps. Arching her back slightly, she slowly inserted the vibrator and turned it to low, then tucked her hands under her pillow and closed her eyes. She imagined being securely bound and helpless while being invaded intimately by an unfaced Man. 

She allowed her mind to feel her nakedness and the invasion of the vibrator within her. Her nipples hardened and rose, her skin became clammy. She let her mind wander. She imagined she was not alone, but was being watched by ... by whom? Who was it? She was eager to see his face, but it remained just out of sight. He was standing at the foot of her bed, his hands in his pockets, just watching her naked body begin to demonstrate its arousal. 

He commented on her beauty and on her wetness. He laughed, too, at the hardness of her nipples. "See, I knew I could make them hard. Now, spread your legs farther for me, please." She did. "Rub your clitoris for me." She did. He watched as her body began to lift and twist with arousal, and he smiled. Repeatedly, he spoke of her feminine charms, how natural her femininity was, and how hot she was. "Turn the vibrator to high, please, Sara, and lift your hips up for me to see. I want to watch your arousal climb."

Sara was much too hot to make any sense of this imaginary conversation. She simply enjoyed it, gave in to it, and let her heat rise and overtake her. Her body writhed on the soft sheets, and her juices oozed from her. 

A familiar sound echoed in her ears. It pulled her back to reality. The phone. She forced herself to answer. 

"Hello?" She managed.

"Good morning, Sara. How did you sleep?"

"Hmmm Hi Ron." A dreamy smile crossed her face. "I was just thinking of you."Her voice was a little bit breathless as she spoke.

"Oh yeah? That's nice to know. Tell me more, please?" 

"Suffice it to say it was a lovely dream, Ron," Sara answered. 

"How can I make your dreams come true, if you won't tell me your dreams?"

Sara laughed a little uncomfortably. "I imagine in time, you will know. What's on your mind this bright sunny morning?"

"You, Sara! You are on my mind. I'd like to meet you for breakfast in about an hour. Is that doable?" 

"Sure, I suppose I can be ready in an hour," she replied in a playful tone. 

"Great! You will wear a nice dress or skirt for me, yes?"

"I suppose," she continued, "is there anything else, Your Majesty?"

"Now that you ask, please do not wear a bra." He laughed and heard her chuckling on the other end of the phone. 

"Hmmm getting a bit risque, aren't we?"

"Not really. I just adore natural female charms, and well, you're a beautiful woman, Sara." 

"Where shall I meet you?" she asked.

"You know the Red Cat Café? I'll be waiting for my lovely Sara."

"Oh, good! I've been wanting to check it out. Have you been there before?" The Red Cat Café was a new addition to the sprawling shopping mall near their real estate office. 

"I stopped in once for coffee. I will get a table by the windows so you can find me easily." He smiled. He was pleased with the growing ease between them.

"OK, well, I should get started if you want me there in an hour, so see you soon."

"One hour, Sara." They hung up. Sara's heart raced, and she was surprised at what she felt for Ron. She showered and smeared fragrant lotion all over her skin, and stood naked in her room. Finally, she decided on her navy blue skirt and a pink chiffon blouse. She struggled with the blouse decision, whether to wear something snug and supportive or loose. She decided on loose, although her pink blouse always received plenty of attention because of it's low scoop neckline framed in pretty lace. 

She dressed in the chosen outfit, added thigh high stockings and her navy heels. Again, she stood in front of the mirror. It was quite obvious that she wore no bra. Her nipples pressed against the thin opaque fabric. She took a deep breath and thought to herself, "Why not!" She picked up her purse on the way out, locked the door, and left for her day. 

Her breasts bounced freely beneath the soft, thin chiffon, and her body felt alive with sensations. She stopped at a red light and a trucker whistled at her. She smiled politely in reply, and realized he had an exaggerated of her cleavage view from his truck. 

She arrived at the Red Cat Café with a couple minutes to spare. She freshened her lipstick, and went into the building. Ron was waiting. He stood as she approached and greeted her with an affectionate kiss on her cheek. Before she sat, his eyes expertly examined her, and he smiled into her eyes as he noticed her lack of bra. 

"Thank you for meeting me here, and thank you for allowing your body it's freedom. Pink suits you. We shall have to buy you more pink!"

"Whoa! How many cups of coffee have you had? Good morning!" She laughed, but felt the impact of his delight. She was happy she had pleased him. 

"I do like seeing you fresh in the morning. We should make this a regular event, shall we? Every morning say, about 9, we can start our days together. How does that sound?"

"It's fine, Ron. I'm just slightly off-balance. I mean, we have known each other for years. Why now? What has changed? I have always thought you attractive, but slightly out of reach for some reason. I'm a little dazed, I guess is a good word choice."

"I knew you when you were married to that fool. Remember? And I heard about your divorce, and from a distance, began to watch out for you. If you had needed anything, I would have seen to it that you had whatever you needed. I have watched you heal and grow into the businesswoman you are now. I have seen how your children respect and love you. It seemed like the right time to get better acquainted. Does that help? Besides, off-balance is where I want you!" He chuckled and took her hand over the table, kissed it and let it go."

"See, there you go again. I don't know whether to be flattered by your attention of put off by your spying." She smiled, but still felt a little defensive. 

"I can see the battle raging, Sara, dear, between who you want to be and who you have always been. If you have specific fears or misgivings, though, I encourage you to speak them, and we can talk them through like reasonable adults. Fair enough?"

She smiled and her tension eased. "Fair enough. Now what's awaiting you today?" 

"I have 3 listing appointments today," he stated, " How about you?"

"I just have a list of about 20 calls I have to make to potential buyers or listers. Nothing definite, although there are a few of these calls that should bring some results soon. I'm trying to really focus on the 10 most likely clients I have and see if I can't get something going. Any suggestions?"

He spoke confidently of some sales tactics he had gleaned over the years, and was pleased that Sara paid close attention. He watched her facial expressions, but he also watched her body language. She was open, honest, trusting. He smiled. She was beautiful. He asked her some questions about her clients and both watched and listened to her responses. He wanted to watch her with a client and see how she handled objections. He wanted to help her succeed. 

They talked for over an hour, and sipped their coffee. After her initial tension, Sara seemed to relax and enjoy Ron's company. Ron watched her body movements, and couldn't help but notice her nipples protruding through the soft pink as she gestured and laughed. He liked the way the soft cloth outlined her feminine curves. He also liked the way her smile wrapped around his heart and hugged it. 

Again he took her hand and said it was time to move on to their office. She agreed and they stood to leave. They walked out of the café, his hand on her back, and over to her car. Quickly, he leaned into her and kissed her, his hands on her waist. He managed, though, to press his own chest against hers and feel the hardness of her nipples against him. 

"Your nipples are fantastic," he whispered into her ear. "I think you should throw away all your bras ... panties, too!!" She blushed and chuckled softly, but she couldn't dismiss the way he made her feel inside. He had ignited a fire and neither of them knew how hotly it could burn. "I'll call you later, sexy!"



I Am My Master's Slut Ch. 06



Breakfast became an everyday event as they had discussed. It also became ordinary for Ron to instruct Betsy in what to wear. Seldom did she wear underwear at all any more, and then only if they discussed the particular reasons. It never occurred to her that this might be anything but normal. 

Still, other than an occasional kiss or caress, their relationship was not very sexual. For 12 days they met at the Red Cat Café for breakfast at 9 am. He usually called her the evening before to chat and included her wardrobe for the following day. She happily complied. They would chat lightly about business or people they both knew, usually keeping the conversation light.

Thursday morning at breakfast, Ron invited Betsy to an evening out Friday. He asked her to meet him at his home and gave her directions. As they parted to encounter their days, Ron drew her to him, kissed her deeply. 

"My dear girl, how you have grown on me! Now, go sell something!" He then whispered, "I love your breasts, my girl!" He kissed her forehead as he turned to go. 

He did seem to have a knack for keeping her off balance. More and more, thoughts of him filled her spare time, driving time, daydreaming time ... Thursday passed uneventfully until the call from Ron. He caught her in the middle of dinner.

"Good evening my girl. How was your day?"

"Hi Ron! I had an excellent day. Got 2 new listings. How was Your day, Sir?" She replied playfully.

"Wonderful! Tell me about these listings," he insisted, and she gave him the desired information about the listings she had acquired. "Now, dear one, tell me, how do you feel about tomorrow evening? Are you excited?"

Laughing, she answered, "Yes, Sir! I'm throbbing with excitement." Again she laughed ... until she noticed the silence on the other end of the line.

"Good," he said after a short pause. "Now, as for your wardrobe. Tomorrow for work, please wear your black pleated skirt, the shorter one with that lime green chiffon blouse we just bought. Accessories are up to you. For tomorrow evening. I will leave it up to you, but I want you to dress as sexy as you are able. The specifics, I'll leave to you."

"Where are we going?" She asked.

Laughing, "You'll find that out tomorrow when we arrive in the parking lot. Now it is time for you to sleep. Please sleep nude tonight, my beautiful girl, and imagine me watching over you. Until morning, g'night."

Before she had a chance to argue or ... anything, he had already gone. Strange. He is getting a bit demanding, she thought, but then ... I don't really mind. She curled up nude in her bed and did as he suggested, and thought of him watching over her. She slept deeply.

Kneeling between her beloved Master's knees, Betsy ministered her deep love and adoration to her Master's penis while he read the newspaper and sipped on a brandy. He had poured a glass of wine for her, but she seemed quite content in her favorite place. Every now and then, she shifted her position to allow for circulation to her legs, but she had not stopped her adoration now for nearly 4 hours. 

At last, he took her hand and lifted her to a standing position. "Go, please, my girl, and fetch the steel cuffs and your favorite nipple clamps, and return quickly."

She obeyed promptly and returned with the requested items. She quickly assumed a position prostrate in front of him, on her belly, her ankles and wrists crossed behind her. Without any further instruction, he applied the heavy steel cuffs one to each wrist. She then rose to a lovely kneeling posture, arching her back nicely as if to offer Him her breasts. He attached a beautifully jeweled nipple clamps slowly.

"Betsy, tell me why you selected these clamps, please."

"Master, I chose these because you have said they are your favorite on me. You say they were made just to show off the beauty of my breasts."

"Very good, my girl. Do you not like them, also?"

"Of course, Master! I adore them! They make me feel so ... so yours!"

"Well tonight, my love, I want to take some photos of you for our website, and I want you to look your best! One thing we must do first. I want to prepare you, so if you will take your place, please on the medical table in the spare room, I'll be right there."

Funny. In all her times in his cabin, this room had never before been open to her. She opened the door and was shocked to see a very professional looking Dr's office. The typical medical table complete with stirrups was in the middle of the large white room. There were cabinets all around the room with various instruments arranged on top. There was a huge spotlight overhead. Everything was black and white. Betsy mounted the table and had the funny feeling she really was in a doctor's office right down to the nervousness. Her nipples ached from the clamps and were a deep purple, and her arms were still pulled behind her and fastened with the heavy cuffs. As she look ed around the room, she also noticed that one wall was blank but for some heavy duty hooks of some sort. She wondered what sort of photos her Master wanted to take of her. This also was a new thing, and her mind raced with the possibilities.

After several minutes, her Master entered the room wearing a medical jacket and surgical scrubs. A stethoscope slung over his neck. Without a word, he pulled out a blindfold and placed it over her eyes. She could see nothing! She felt him tug lovingly on the nipple clamps and she groaned in response. He released her wrists, gently laid her down, and attached her wrist cuffs securely to the sides of the table. She could not move her arms. Next, she felt him place each foot in it's stirrup, and he secured them there with leather straps. She could not move her feet. Then she felt the familiar touch of a spreader bar being attached just above her knees. Then door closed. She was alone and fully helpless. 

She strained to hear her Master's footsteps, but all she heard was the music in the room that he had started as he left. Time passed. It felt like a long time to Betsy, but, in reality, it was perhaps 20 minutes, but in that time frame, the Man Master had hired to prepare Betsy for her photos had arrived. He brought with him all he needed to make Betsy's public area as smooth as a baby's bottom. Master had, of course, discussed the possibility of waxing with Betsy prior to this, and she had agreed, but she had no idea when. 

Suddenly, the door opened, and Betsy heard two voices speaking softly, and instantly, she felt her bonds as she attempted to cover her nakedness. Without any words of explanation, the Man with Master set up his equipment. Master turned the music down to a soft, relaxing station. 

"Betsy, I have a surprise for you. Ed has come to give you a complete Brazilian waxing. He is quite experienced and well certified to take good care of my valuable girl with a minimum of discomfort. I will be providing some distraction along the way, so focus on what I am doing, and let Ed do his job." 

Master kissed Betsy's forehead, lowered the head of the bed somewhat, then moved to the foot of the bed and bent to kiss her raised and open pubis. Playfully, he licked around her clitoris then nibbled lightly on it making her jump. "Oh girl, be still!"

"Yes, Master!" He continued to lick and tease her while Ed prepared the wax and retrieved the oil with which to prepare her skin. After a few minutes of setup, Master backed off and Ed took his place. First, he clipped her hair shorter, so that it was only a quarter of an inch or so long. Then he carefully, luxuriously covered her bottom liberally with fragrant oil. She also thought she felt him slip a finger into her briefly, but at this point, she really didn't care. She was actually pretty aroused. All this time, Betsy could hear the click of a Master's digital camera as Master caught each nuance of this procedure. Betsy couldn't help feeling quite sexy with this stranger tending her private places while her beloved Master watched over her. 

Her breasts ached as the hot wax was applied. Master stood over her, watched through his camera most of the time. As soon as the wax covered her, Master deftly removed the nipple clamps and began to drip hot wax on them. The wax on her pubis dried slowly and as it did, it pulled her hair out by the roots while the hot wax dripping on her sore and aroused nipples about drove her through the roof with arousal. As the wax was removed, Ed hunted the hairs that had been missed and pulled them out with his tweezers. He pulled her lips open, and asked Master to hold them as Ed sought the stubborn hairs. The head of the bed dropped a little more so Ed could reach her lovely tight hole to remove the tiny, soft hairs that surrounded it. Master again, clicked away with his camera. With her clitoris so wonderfully exposed, Master couldn't resist playing with it some. He pushed it and pulled it, circled it and pressed it ... but when he flicked it, Betsy gasped! Ed has found a few little hairs hiding behind her standing clitoris, so he set about removing them and as he did, with Master's permission of course, he too teased her now throbbing clitoris. Betsy had a very hard time holding her bottom still. 

"You must be still, my girl, or I will have to spank you." Just then, Ed pulled a hair and she jerked. Master walked out of the room for a brief moment. Ed took advantage of the time to tell her that he'd be back to take care of her beautifully smooth pubis every 2 weeks or so. He also encouraged her that it would hurt less next time. 

Master returned with a small thin wooden spoon. "Betsy, you disobeyed me, and I must discipline you. Ed, please stand back for a moment. If you don't mind, please use my camera to take photos of this also."

Master stood beside Betsy and carefully placed the spoon over her clitoris once, then ... SWAT ... SWAT ... SWAT ... SWAT ... SWAT ... 

Betsy cried out ... with each stroke as the spoon hit her swollen clitoris, but she could not move. She was bound in place, her bottom raised for easy access by Ed. SWAT ... SWAT ... SWAT ... SWAT ...

Still Betsy cried out ... her hips raised and bucking slightly

"Ed, pinch her nipples ... HARD!" He delightedly did so and Master grabbed the camera and clicked ferociouslyas the orgasm ripped through her body.

"Whoa ... That's a first!" Ed said. "In all the times I have performed this procedure, I have never seen a girl cum from it!"

"Betsy is a very sexy girl, as you can obviously see. Do you do nipple, labia and clitoral piercings also?"

"Umm, yes, as a matter of fact."

"I thought I had heard that from someone. Good. I will be calling you about that also. Are you finished here?"

"Just about, Sir. Let me get these last few hairs around her anus."

"Very well. I'll be right back. Take good care of her." He winked as he left the room again. 

Ed obviously enjoyed his work, and as he plucked the last few hairs from around her anus, he slipped his finger into her tight hole and felt her muscles contract on it.

"Mmmmm ... very nice, Betsy. Now see, that wasn't so bad, hmmm?" He laughed as his finger continued to circle her anus. "It seems your Master wants to mark you as his property for all time. You'll love having your nipples pierced. We'll put a nice ring in them that will show under your clothing so everyone will know that your nipples are pierced." As he said this, he gently, even tenderly pulled on her nipples. "Yes ... so pretty ... Betsy, your nipples are very sensitive aren't they?"

"Ummm ... yes, Sir ...?" 

"Yes, I can tell. Do you mind?" He pulled a little more vigorously on them as she nearly hung upside down. Then He looked at her labia, freshly clean and shiny. He opened her even further ... pulling her labia majora open ... "We should suggest also piercing your outer labia on both sides ... then He can also pierce your clitoris! Doesn't that sound absolutely delicious??? He was again fingering her drenched vagina when Master returned with a bottle of wine and 2 glasses. 

"I'm glad you enjoy her. She is a good pet," Master said to Ed as he continued to stir her honey pot. "She seems to have withstood this event as I expected." Master poured two glasses of wine and offered one to Ed. 

"So talk to me of piercings. I am interested in first piercing her nipples and then either her labia or her clitoris. What do you think. Are her nipples suitable to piercing?"

"Suitable? They're PERFECT! In fact, with your permission, I could even teach a class on nipple piercing using her perfectly responsive nipples. What do you say?" 

"Tell you what. You pierce them for free, and you can do your class here. Oh, but you must film the class, please. Agreed?"

"Agreed!" They shook hands. "Is tomorrow night too soon?"

"Betsy? What do you say, my girl? Shall we get your lovely nipples pierced tomorrow?"

"Ohhhhhh yessssssssssssssss! Pleaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssseeeeeeeee Master!!!!"

"Good girl! Then it's settled. You'll arrange for your class to meet here and Betsy's perfect nipples will be pierced expertly. And you will film the class, yes?"

"Of course, Sir! All our classes are filmed for various reasons."

"Great then! How many should we expect?"

"There are 22 signed up for the class, but usually a few don't show."

"Excellent. I'll have refreshments for the class as well. What time?"

"We should start no later than 7 pm, Sir."

"Perfect! A little beer and pretzels can't hurt."

All during this conversation, Ed was fondling Betsy intimately, and she was responding. Her Master was paying close attention, though she didn't know it. He went around and raised the head of the bed and removed her blindfold to see the face of Ed, whose finger continued to delve into her enthusiastically. Master took Ed's had firmly and said, "She has had enough for tonight. See you and your class tomorrow night. Please be prompt.

"Betsy? Betsy? Are you there? Hello???"

"Huh ... oh yes ... Ron? Oh my! You wouldn't believe the dream ... " her voice faded.

"You're late. Are you coming this morning?" 

"Oh my ... I guess I didn't hear my alarm. Ummm ... Yes, I can be there in 30 minutes if you can wait?"

"No ... I can't this morning. I sent you an email. There is an address in there. I'd like to meet you there this evening at 6:30. Please dress as you were instructed. I love you, my pet."

"Uhhh OK ... sorry still a bit groggy. I'll be there. Enjoy your day!" 



I Am My Master's Slut Ch. 07



Sara laid there in her bed struggling to discern fact from fiction. Her body was hungry for the touch of her Man, and her emotions wrapped around her need like a fluffy, warm coat. She let her mind wonder, her eyes closed as her imagination allowed various sensations. It was some time before she mustered the interest to arise from her bed and begin her day.

She quickly read the email Ron sent her and replied with her, "OK" signal acknowledging her receipt of His message. He had given her the usual dress requirements for the day and for this evening, so she selected a forest greenish flowered outfit for the office. She seldom wore underwear of any sort any more unless there was a specific need. She went through her day as usual, but the day just felt out of balance and all she could think of was it was because she had not started it as she was now accustomed, with Ron. She also had a lovely sense of anticipation for the surprise planned for the evening. 

She went home, her work day finished, took a long, luxurious bath. It was then that she noticed something strange. She was shaven smoothly. In fact, she couldn't remember when her mons had been so smooth, so naked. A strange heat flushed through her. "What the heck is going on?" she thought. Quickly she stepped out of the tub and looked at her body in the mirror. Sure enough, her bottom was completely bare. Deep inside of her, anticipation grew with her feminine excitement at this discovery. 

In his morning email, Ron directed her to wear a very short skirt and loose, button down blouse combination to his cabin and to arrive promptly at 6:30. This evening, as she dressed, she felt her nakedness under the short lacy skirt and it both frustrated and thrilled her. The thin fabric of her blouse caressed her luscious curves and allowed her nipples the joy of showing off through the fabric. She was enticingly sexy as she walked up to Ron's cabin at 6:22.

She knocked and was allowed to enter. She was enthusiastically welcomed with a hug and warm kiss from Ron. They chatted for a few minutes, and Ron asked her to retire to the "Playroom", the room on the right, and await Him there. She entered the room and was shocked to see a medical table in the center of the large room. As she glanced around the room, her nervousness grew, but there was something about this room, something strangely familiar, even exciting though she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. 

Within a few minutes, Ron joined her in the "playroom" and again embraced her and thanked her for coming. He then applied a blindfold to her face and gave her some simple directions that focused on her trusting Him. 

"Do you trust me, Sara?"

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"Your trust will be tested this evening, my girl. It is time. You may leave at any time. You must understand that, although I hope you do not leave."

"I'm not going anywhere, Ron. What's up?" She was almost impatient at this point, and wanted more information.

"Do you trust me, Sara, to know what you truly want?"

"Ummm, sure, Ron, I think you know me pretty well."

"Then, with your consent, I am in charge this evening, ok?"

"As always, Ron, as always! I may be a bit old fashioned, but I want you to be in charge. I like it when you give me directions and expect me to comply. I think that is the way it should be between and Man and a woman."

"Good girl! Now, remove your blouse, please, and drop it on the floor."

"Say what?" 

He did not repeat His instruction, but waited silently for her obedience. It took several seconds, but she complied. He studied her expression and smiled. Masterfully, he cupped her breasts and gently squeezed each one. Sara stood frozen in place, her senses on overload, her mind racing. His touch was firm, but tender. For several minutes he weighed them, squeezed them, smashed them and juggled them. He pulled on her now firm nipples, and he twisted them until she involuntarily whined softly. 

"Beautiful, girl! Now, I will help you up onto the table, Sara, and you will sit straight and tall with your fingers knitted behind your head until told otherwise." 

He did, in fact, help her onto the table, and she assumed the position he required, her fingers laced behind her head, her breasts lifted nicely for His examination. He deftly attached a single clothes pin to each nipple and flicked it with his fingers. She squirmed slightly, but said nothing. 

"Ah, I see my girl enjoys this, yes?" He flicked the clothes pins again and removed them. "Lovely sensation, yes?"

"Yes, Ron, I must say it hurts ... in a lovely way!" Sara's face flushed as her body temperature began to rise. 

Ron rummaged through a drawer behind him and found some nipple clamps with small weights attached. He easily clamped them on her nipples and she squirmed a little more. 

"Yes, girl. These have a bit more bite to them, don't they? Looks to me like they pass your test, though. You see, girl? I know what you really want, what you've always wanted. Do you still trust me?"

"Yes, Ron."

"Sara, you may release your fingers and lie back on the table, please." She complied. She heard rustling beside her as he again rummaged through drawers. Suddenly, she felt something between her thighs. "How is your bottom this evening, my girl?"

"Please lift your hips, girl, so I can slide your skirt off." Silently, she did as he requested. She lay naked and blindfolded on his examination table. Her mind raced and tried desperately to get a handle on her feelings ... her thoughts.

A deep heat rushed through her as she began to put the pieces together, but she couldn't answer Him. He nudged her knees apart, stroked her smoothness once with his hand then gently pushed a giant dildo into her already soaked vagina. A soft purr escaped her lips as she welcomed the intrusion. 

Ron moved to the head of the table where some leather manacles hung from the ceiling. He attached them to Sara's wrists one at a time. They held her arms stretched over her head which, again, presented her breasts like two trophies on an ornate and precious platter. He placed her feet in the examination table stirrups and parted them so they would not be in Ed's way, but warned her to keep the dildo within her. 

"Sara, it is time. It is time for your fantasies to join together with your reality. Your dreams are coming true, my girl. All of them. I know of your dreams, girl, and I understand them completely. There has been a Man in them, yes?"

"Yes ...?" she replied as much in question as in answer.

"I am He."

"Master ...?"

"Yes, girl." He released the nipple clamps and she bucked.

"Tonight, dear girl, I am claiming you publicly. You will henceforth belong to me even as I belong to you. I am Your Master and you are my girl. Your body has known this for some time, and now your mind and heart know it too. In just a few minutes, Ed will arrive with a class of 22 students or so. He is going to give a class on nipple piercing. You are his demonstration. Do you object?"

"Oh wow! Ummm, no Master. He is piercing my nipples tonight?"

"Yes, girl."

"As long as you follow instructions, both mine and Ed's, it will be a delightful and intimate evening. The class will be filmed for liability's sake, but also to share with friends. OK?"

"May I pee, please, Master?"

"Of course, my girl, One moment, please." He fetched a bedpan from a cabinet, removed the dildo, and slid the bedpan under her bottom. "Pee, girl." She obeyed. Quickly, he reinserted the dildo, pumping it playfully in her wetness. A few minutes later, a knock was heard on the cabin door. He left to answer it.

"Ed, come on in," Sara heard from the other room. Ed entered and greeted Master.

"And hello Sara. Looks like you are all ready, hmm?" Ed pinched her nipples firmly one at a time. "Yes, beautiful nipples, just perfect!"

Sara squirmed as she heard the voices of several others entering the room. She heard both male and female voices in the group, and felt so completely stripped, so thoroughly helpless and so wonderfully controlled as she felt her bound arms and feet and the dildo still within her. She was so hot!

The students were led into the room and admonished to remain as quiet as possible, and encouraged to study Sara's face and body and make note of the changes as they occur. There were 19 males and 3 females in the group and all age groups were represented. Ed began by pointing out how nervous Sara was and how apparent on her face. Her body also showed signs of apprehension, as her knees drew together as much as possible. One observant female was overheard commenting on Sara's obvious vaginal wetness in spite of her nervousness. Sara's Master explained that was simply because of how beautifully and completely female Sara felt at this moment.

Sara could hear whispered comments from other students and for some reason it made her feel wonderfully desirable to know these students were observing her so closely. 

"Camera is rolling, Ed," the cameraman said.

"OK, Sam, great! Make sure to get some close ups of her." 

"Got it, Boss! She is a hot one!"

"OK, everyone can see, yes? If not, move around so you can see everything I do. I'll try to go slowly enough that you can each move around Sara as needed. Now, note, too, that her vagina is filled with a nice, large vibrator to distract her somewhat. Not a necessary thing, but ... it's OK. It will be turned up and down by her Master as appropriate."

Ed continued to explain what to expect both to Sara and the observant students in detail, slowly and methodically. Meanwhile, Ed caressed Sara's breasts with great skill. The vibrator whirred on high as Ed circled her. He stopped beside her right breast, squeezed and pulled the nipple firmly, and Sara moaned audibly. Her Master smiled. Sara saw the cameraman standing at the foot of the bed, shooting as closely as possible and she trembled with arousal and anticipation. 

Ed poured alcohol on her right nipple which had already puckered and hardened nicely. It stood almost an inch tall. He pinched it again, hard, as he prepared for the point of piercing. Master turned the vibrator to low as Ed marked her nipples with a pen, received the nod from her Master, and SNAP! The piercing gun shot the little steel hoop through her right nipple. She cried out softly, but secretly thrilled in the deepest parts of her being. Like consensual slaves of old, she now wore a visible sign of her Master's ownership of her, and this brought her to the very brink of a tremendous climax. The roomful of people applauded, and Master turned the vibrator back to high. Her hips involuntarily lunged upward to the delight of all present. 

"You see, class, how erotic this whole procedure can be? She will no doubt climax before it's all over. If you do it right, it may be a multiple orgasm." Absently, he stroked her bald pussy as he spoke. "The girls who opt for this procedure are most likely pretty highly female, anyway, which means their base nature is more free or more developed than many. You can see how her hips follow my hand automatically as I stroke her heat." 

Nods and comments around the room increased the smile on Sara's Master's face. He was so pleased with her, so proud of her openness and vulnerability. How deeply He needed to protect her and yet free her to serve as she so deeply needed. His heart was touched profoundly as He watched His beloved pet respond out of her beautifully female nature. 

If anyone had been observant, several bulges might have been seen in the slacks of the young male students who watched with eagerness this lovely girl's responses. 

Ed moved around Sara to her left breast. Again, he spoke as he fondled her, pinching and pulling hard on her pink nipple. He playfully flicked her aroused clitoris and again, chuckles filled the room. She felt the cool drips of the alcohol running over her left nipple, and ... the SNAP! Applause and loud congratulations filled the room, as they watched Sara explode in a huge orgasm, her body twitching and squirming for over a minute. Again alcohol was poured over her newly pierced nipples and her body continued to wiggle and twitch in feminine beauty for all to see and enjoy.

"You know, now, girl, you cannot wear anything for two days. No blouse or bra. Let the air heal your lovely nipples before trying to wear something. And remember, they will take months to heal completely!"

"Sir," a student spoke, "she does have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen. Thank You for allowing us to be present." Again applause filled the room, and snapshots were taken by the students. 

Finally, Ed and his students left the room, and Master approached His sweet girl. He softly kissed her mouth and removed the vibrator. He spoke tenderly to His pet.

"You are beautiful, Sara, and I am quite proud to own You. How do you feel, my dear?"

"They only throb a little, Master, but I already love them!"

"Yes, I knew you would. Perhaps next, we can get that hot little clit of yours pierced?"

"Master???"

He laughed. "Not right now, pet, but now that you are beautifully adorned, I'd like to enter you in a contest next month! It's a pet contest. Interested? It will require some training, I'll tell you that much ahead of time. But I think you stand a good chance, my lovely. We will just have to work on your endurance."

"As you wish, Master," Sara spoke softly, her fatigue suddenly catching up to her. 

Master carefully released Sara's wrists and laid her on the bed as He untied her ankles also. He helped her stand, and as she felt the small weights in her nipples swing downward, she laughed and danced with delight.

"Oh Master! They are wonderful! Thank You, Thank You, thank You ..." she jumped up and down joyfully watching her breasts jump with her until Master stopped her. 

"Yes, they are perfect! Sara, cum now."

She stood tall, feeling contentedly owned. She stood openly, her charms presented freely. 

"Yes, Master," she whispered. Her head fell backward, and her hips lunged forward, knees parted fully, and she cried out, "YYYYYYeeessssssssssss, Master!" Her body thrashed and her knees buckled, but a stream of her luscious juices were now visible. 

"Now, be still, girl. I'm going to drink you." He smiled, laid Himself down on His back with His head between her ankles. "Give me your juices, girl." She lowered herself onto His waiting tongue. Her body and soul were His completely. Every lick of His tongue made her dance for Him. He drove her again quickly to the very edge of ecstasy, again and again ... three times before her legs failed her, and she collapsed exhausted. 

Her Master scooped her up, and carried her to His bed. Gently, He laid her down, kissed her newly pierced nipples and then her lips. 

"Good night, my precious pet. I am so completely proud of you!" He laid beside her and they slept deeply. 



I Am My Master's Slut Ch. 08



Sara awoke Saturday morning sore and achy. Ron examined her nipples, smiled, kissed them gently, then sent her to the shower, insisting she spend some time soaking her weary body, but try to keep her nipples relatively dry. Water wouldn't hurt them, but soaking them wouldn't encourage healing. She did as requested and enjoyed the warm soak. 

Ron made breakfast and found the newspaper on the front step. He sat, dressed in his boxers, at the table enjoying a cup of coffee with his morning paper. Sara emerged from the bathroom and joined him. 

"It is a bit strange to eat in the nude," she said.

"Do you think?" Ron replied. "I think it is perfectly natural, really." He returned to his paper. There was no plate for her. She wondered. After a few minutes, he gently kicked her bowls that sat on the floor beside the table. Her eggs and bacon were in the bowl and water in the other. Embarrassed and a bit awkwardly, she lowered herself to her hands and knees. She had already forgotten his first instructions. He did not look up from his paper. She made her way as gracefully as possible to her bowls which were situated so he had a lovely view of her as she ate. She held her hands behind her back and began to eat.

She quietly ate her eggs and bagel, and sipped her coffee.

When she finished, she knelt quietly at his feet.

"Just think, my dear, it won't be long before I can attach your leash to your nipples! What fun, hmm? Speaking of which, it is time I also give you a more permanent collar. Please crawl into my room and fetch the silver box in my top right drawer. Crawl beautifully, my dear, and feel me watching your every move. Now go!"

She took a moment to adjust her posture, held her head high, and proceeded to crawl as elegantly as possible across the carpet. She disappeared in the bedroom, and shortly returned with the box in her mouth. She instinctively knelt at his feet when he did not look up immediately. In fact, it was several minutes before he removed the box from her mouth and stroked her hair. She watched as he opened the box and removed a shiny silver chain. It was delicate, and yet not just decorative. It was sturdy and had a large D-ring for the leash.

"This is your collar for when you are not here, Sara. I will put it on you when you leave, and you will not remove it, even in the shower because it tells the world that you are mine. You see?" Engraved on the collar, Sara read the words, "Valued Property of Ron Grouse". He continued, "I had it made just for you, Sara not long after your divorce in the hope that one day you would truly be mine." He fastened it around her neck. It was snug, but looked perfect on her. She flushed. "Now then, we must get you more accustomed to crawling, so no walking until you must return to the office Monday." Affectionately, he stroked her hair. "Tell me, Sara, how are you feeling?"

"My nipples are only a little bit sore, but I am very aware of them. Other than that, I haven't really given it any thought. I think my knees are a bit sore, too."

"Yes, well, that will happen. Good! Now, this morning, I want to teach you some new positions. Each position has many purposes and functions with which you will become accustomed over time, but for now, you will simply learn the basic positions and practice moving between them as gracefully as possible. Come, let's go out in the back yard and get some fresh air." He attached a leash to her new collar and led her outside into the back yard and she followed on her hands and knees.

Ron owned several acres of land that wrapped around the quaint little cabin. Some of it was still wild forest, but the back yard was professionally landscaped. There was a lovely in-ground pool and adjacent deck, but there was also a large area with what appeared to be a black rubber mat, perhaps 30 feet square. There was an old fashioned wooden picnic table and several lounge chairs of various sizes and colors. There was no fence for privacy, but neighbors tended to keep to themselves pretty much. Sara also noticed what she assumed to be a clothesline that stretched from one large oak to another. It was a nice, open back yard, and Sara thought the landscapers had done an excellent job. 

"OK, up on the picnic table, girl." She climbed up on the table, as directed. "Kneel. Yes, that's lovely. Palms up on your thighs, please. Knees should be open as far as you can open them. I must be able to see that juicy pussy of yours!" He chuckled. "Now, just turn your head, slightly to the side. Yes, that's it! Beautiful! That is 'kneel'. Remember it! The leash should hang right down in front of you, unless I have removed it. Yes, perfect."

"Next is called "karta". From your kneeling position, you simply bow forward and place your left cheek on the floor, your arms extended before you or they may grasp my ankles tenderly. OK? Try it, 'karta'. Perfect, girl! What a lovely bottom you have! When you are here, at my cabin, and you enter a room where I am, this is how you present yourself to me. Understand? 

Sara nodded. Ron smiled. He was quite pleased with Sara's progress and submission to him.

"Karta is also a position for sex, in which case other instructions may accompany the command. For example, 'hold'. This would be similar to 'stay' but means you must be as still as possible until further directions. Let's try it. Karta, hold!" 

Sara assumed the required position and froze herself there. Ron walked around the garden and picked a daisy. She felt him move up behind her, and it was not long before she felt something stroking her. The daisy tickled her nakedness. He traced the flower lightly up and down her back, up and down her inner thighs, up around her nice, round ass, then down the seam. She then felt what must be the stem circle her openings ... first her vagina, then rising to her anus. She squirmed a little.

"Be still, girl!" He continued. Since she was elevated on the table, he was able to inspect her closely, and she felt it. She was quite aware of the collar snug on her neck. She was aware of the delightful new nipple rings piercing her sore, swollen nipples that throbbed slightly. She was aware of the daisy teasing her body. 

"Now, girl, one last command for today. "Lift!" This means you simply lift your bum up high. You see? This lifts that beautiful bottom and presents it for either close inspection or for my pleasure. Do it, Lift!" She lifted herself onto her feet, her bottom presented to Ron. Immediately, his face moved in, and he began to lick her vaginal opening. "Mmmmm, you are delicious, my pet!" He continued.

A squeal escaped her lips as his tongue plunged into her. Her knees buckled a bit but she caught them and regained her position even pressing her bottom onto his invading tongue. Her heat flamed quickly at his attention. 

"Ahhhh my dear, I see we will have to work on your control. You may not cum, pet, and you must remain still. Hold on, I will get a timer. Be right back."

Ron left her and ran into the cabin to get a timer. He was gone perhaps 3 minutes, time enough for her to cool a little. He set the timer for 10 minutes, and began once again to lick her wetness, gently, tenderly. His tongue flicked her now swollen clitoris and she growled a low, throaty sound ... Her hips rocked some to his movements. Deeper and deeper his tongue dove, she tried desperately to control herself ...

He felt her shiver and stopped his attentions, but the timer was not done yet. He smacked her bottom ... hard. She yelped. Again, his hand smacked her ass. Again she swallowed a sound. A third time his hand smacked her. 

"Kneel"

She obeyed.

Ron was putting together some sort of apparatus, like tinker toys, with smaller metal rods. He built what looked like a large A-frame with three chains hanging from it. Sara tried to see what it was, but couldn't without breaking her position. Finally, Ron walked over to Sara, picked up her leash, and walked her over to the strange apparatus. 

"Stand, girl." She did. Her wrists were first secured together behind her, and then a large leather harness was wrapped around her just under her breasts, and up over her shoulders. Next, another leather strap was attached just above each knee. Then each of these straps was clipped to a chain. Sara moaned loudly as she found herself bound and stretched wide open and totally helpless before Him. 

"How do you feel, pet?"

"Oh Master! I feel very horny!" She chuckled, and Ron looked at her sternly. 

"That is no secret, girl. Anyone could see that! But, how do you feel?"

Blushing, "I want to cum."

"Yes, I have no doubt. Do you like this position?"

"Yes, Master," she answered shyly.

"What did I tell you about this shyness? Stop it! YOU may not be shy. Now, one last time I will ask you, how do you feel, my sexy pet?"

"I feel fully owned, Master, and oh so eager to serve as you permit."

"That's a little better. Perhaps I shall just leave you alone for a while, eh?"

"Oh no, Master, please ... please ... teach me." Sara hung her head.

"I didn't hear you, pet."

"Teach me, Master, please."

"Teach you what, dear?"

"Teach me how to bring you pleasure, Master, please!"

"Very well. Once more, I will set the timer for 10 minutes. You may not cum. You must learn to control your climax. If you succeed, it is possible that I may yet permit you to cum later this evening."

With that, once again Ron set the timer for 10 minutes and proceeded to enjoy her orally, his tongue licking from one end to the other, enjoying all the juicy treasures of her body. She was helplessly at the mercy of his tongue. She groaned and purred with pleasure, but she did not climax. Finally she heard the ding of the timer.

"Hi neighbor! Nice dessert, hmmm?"

"Hah! Yes indeed! The best." Ron acknowledged his next door neighbor. 

"I don't mean to intrude, but ... well ... You must admit, it is a rather unusual sight"

"Yes, she is beautiful, is she not? I am trying to train her not to cum so quickly when enjoyed orally."

"Oh yes, a common problem. I suppose it is just so wonderful a sensation, they can hardly control themselves."

"It is true, but some can learn. I set the timer for 10 minutes, and she made it this time."

"Ah, but can she do it again?" The neighbor asked.

"What do you think, Sara? Can you do it again?"

"Yes, Master!" 

"There you have it. Say, would you care to test her?"

Sara whimpered.

"Me? Would she mind?"

"She is mine, and will do as I say. If you would like to, please ... enjoy my pet." The neighbor nodded, and Ron set the time, but for 15 minutes this time.

The neighbor moved close to Sara, sniffed her pungent female scent, and smiled. Sara just watched as the neighbor's tongue began to lick her stripped mons, closer and closer to her deepest heat. 

Finally, his tongue plunged in ... deep into her dripping vagina. He sucked her juices from her, and she moaned loudly. Ron watched Sara's face closely as his neighbor drove her higher and higher. His tongue circled her clitoris, so large and sensitive. Her body trembled as he sucked and nibbled on it. Her passionate noises grew louder and more intense as did the neighbor's noises. He was really getting into his pleasure. Ron thought it almost cruel to excite his neighbor this way, and not offer him some release. 

"Ding" The timer finally chimed, and Ron reluctantly tapped the shoulder of his neighbor. 

"If you need a release, Sir, you may share your fluids anyplace but her face." "Oh, yes, well ... that is nice. Yes, thank you. I may?"

"Yes, be my guest." 

The neighbor removed his cock from his pants and proceeded to jack off, spraying his load toward Sara's open vagina. It didn't take him long, and he quickly made his excuses and disappeared back to his home. 

Ron said nothing, but slowly, methodically, released Sara's legs. He held out his hand to steady her as she staggered. He released her arms. Picked up the leash, and waited for her to get on her hands and knees. It took a minute or two till she realized what he was waiting for, but she got there. He lead her into the bathroom, told her to kneel in the tub, and he would wash her. He washed her thoroughly and tenderly. He started with her lovely blonde hair, and worked his way down her body, over her healing nipples, which he kissed. She smiled. 

"Thank You, Master."

"For what, girl"

"For knowing and loving me."

He washed her back and her tummy. "Please stand, girl." She stood as taught, and he continued to wash her body, his body. His fingers tenderly rubbed the cleaning scrub into her anus and he felt her muscles respond to his intrusion. He entered her luscious vagina and pumped his fingers a few times as her body welcomed him, she whimpered as once again she struggled to control her body's fire. His fingers entered both openings and pumped her pleasures until she was dancing like a puppet on his fingers.  

"Go to my bed. Karta."

Quickly she crawled, dripping, to the bed and assumed the position he commanded. 

"How do you feel, girl"

"Oh Master! I feel deliciously sexy and ... ummm ... totally owned, Master!"

"Good. What is it you want?"

"If I may, Master, please ... use me! PLEASE!!!"

With that, Ron unwrapped his throbbing penis, showed her it's fullness , then excruciatingly slowly pushed it into her hunger vagina ... a tiny bit at a time. 

"Be still, girl!"

"Yes, Master!"

He pushed his thickened penis into her, teasing her carefully, nudging her clitoris. 

"How are my nipples, pet?"

"Mmmmmmm, throbbing, Master!"

"Hahaha yes! You are a little slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, Master!"

Their conversation ceased, and he pushed deeper into his girl, his property, and he thrust with more and more intensity until the sounds of the pleasure filled the room.

"I will tell you when I am about to cum, pet, and you must come at the same time."

He continued, his thrusts pumping deeper and faster until he felt his balls slapping her. They were tight.

"Cum NOW!"

Her body bucked and shivered beautifully as he continued to possess her more and more thoroughly. She felt his hot milk shoot into her and another wave of ecstasy washed over her, her body trembling with feminine charm. He rode her until he was fully spent. He finally rolled over beside her as they rested. 

"Sara, please lick me dry, then we shall sleep."

She did, sucking him into her mouth, tasting the mixture of their lustful juices. They slept. 



I Am My Master's Slut Ch. 09



Sara awoke several times through the night, her mouth still adoring her Master's penis. She really did enjoy ministering to him this way. It just seemed right. His penis filling her, her body tensed and respondent to his masterful use of her. When at last he, too, awoke, she continued licking and sucking him with all the desire and passion she contained. He finally gave her his precious seed and she drank hungrily. 

"Thank you, Sara. You are getting much better at knowing me. Every Man should be awakened thusly!"

She smiled. 

"What is your schedule like today?" 

"I have an open house from 1 - 3. That is all, Master, unless, of course, it sells."

"Yes, well, you will make arrangements for your assistant to show the house today. I have plans. Tonight, we will entertain and perhaps, if you are well behaved, I shall have another surprise for you. How are your nipples this morning?"

He rolled her over and examined them. He touched the inviting rings that now pierced her perfect, pink nipples. "Mmmmm, I can hardly wait to get my hands on these!" He laughed. "They look to be healing quickly. Good! Now, I have a new exercise for today. Let's go have our coffee in the back yard." He attached her leash to the collar and lead her into the back yard. "Kneel." He left her there and disappeared around the side of the cabin, but returned quickly with their coffee. He also kicked a large, solid rubber ball onto the deck. "Sara, we will introduce you to this ball today. It will teach you balance, among other things. You will bend over this ball backwards, and your wrists will be tied loosely to your ankles, but you will be able to easily touch the ground with either your feet or your hands, but not both. It will be your duty to remain upright no matter what is going on. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master!" 

They drank their coffee and chatted casually about this and that, about business, about the weather, about her nipples and the class that had witnessed the procedure. She was, as always now, naked, and Ron had only a towel wrapped about his bottom. 

He helped her gracefully position herself over the 3 ft ball, so elegant and beautiful. He thought she probably didn't even realize how open fully exposed she was. Skillfully, he tied her right wrist to her right ankle and her left wrist to left ankle then bound them together. 

"Beautiful! Now my dear, it looks like we should schedule another waxing soon, yes?" His hand caressed her lusciously open sex, feeling the return of some soft fur. Perhaps we should think about piercing your labia lips or even your clitoris next, hmmm? What do you say, pet?"

"If it pleases You, Master, it would delight me to be further pierced. It is very exciting to consider myself as Your property, Master. I'm not sure I understand why I find it so exciting, but ... it is!"

"Of course, it is, my love because you are a natural slave. It is born into you to serve totally and completely without question. It is born into you to give yourself completely body and soul to your Master. We will talk more about this. Now, Sara, I require complete honesty. What is your greatest sexual fantasy, please?"

"Oh Master! Are you serious? Well," she started as her face flushed, " like many other women, I suppose, I occasionally think about what it might feel like to have every hole filled at the same time as an complete offering to my Master."

"Ahhhh yes! Very good, girl! And so it shall be done!" He turned and walked into the cabin. 

The sun shone down on her naked and open body for an hour, two hours until finally the shadow of the neighboring hemlocks shielded her. She heard the buzz of the lawnmower and wondered where it came from, if she could be seen by them, what they thought of her, if they found her pleasing to see. Her mind wondered actively, too, curious about what her Master was doing and when He would return to her. She truly did enjoy his ownership of her thus far, and hoped her Master was equally pleased. 

The lawnmower buzzed closer and louder. Suddenly, it dawned on her that landscapers were tending Ron's lawn and gardens. She blushed as she became breathlessly aware of her helplessness. The sounds grew louder and more intense. Finally, she could hear voices, and occasionally saw a shadow pass just out of sight. The closer and louder the sounds became, the more restless she became. She tried to move, but was unable to move the ball. She could roll slightly one way or another, but alone, she could not go far. 

At last, one of the young men, Robby, walked over to her. "Whoa! You're a real person! I thought you were some kind of statue or something." His eyes slowly examined her beautifully naked and feminine body. He noticed her newly pierced nipples pink and perky, and he noticed her smooth and shapely body. He was actually amazed at how much like a flower her sex was and leaned in to sniff her scent. 

"Hey guys, look at this! All dressed up and ready to play!" They all laughed and pushed the ball back and forth a bit between them. Sara struggled to maintain her balance, but these young men were just taking a break and had their hands all over her. They meant no harm and didn't penetrate her, but enjoyed her available soft round breasts and hairless and open vagina. They could hardly be expected to ignore her, but instead played with her hot and sexy body appreciatively, prodding and probing her openings just a little.

It was almost 3 hours later when Ron returned to her in the backyard. He carried a clothing box, and immediately she was curious. 

"How are you feeling, my pet?"

"A little sunburned, Master, and curious about what is in the box."

"Very good, girl. You noticed! How was your morning, girl?" He opened the box and held up a an exquisite dress while she told him of the landscapers and their games with her. He laughed and congratulated her for giving them a good time. The dress was gold lame' and shimmered like the stars. "I expect they will want to play every week when they come to do the yard." He paused and held up the gown. "What do you think of the dress, girl?"

"Oh Master! Is that for me?"

"If you think it will fit, " her Master laughed. He inspected her nipples and kissed them gently. "So lovely, but it is much too soon to try to cover them! The dress will wait, my girl!" He hung the dress on the wall to her right and began to release her wrists and ankles. He helped her stand, and he told her to stretch and bend forward and touch her toes. "Fetch your leash, pet." She obeyed. 

"Before you can wear such an elegant gown, my girl, I must teach you the proper way for a female to walk. First, a female must always acknowledge her femininity in all things and this includes her walk. The female form should provide great pleasure to the Men who see her, and I'll confide a secret to you. It matter not about her size and shape, but what matters is how she carries herself and how she presents herself to those around her. She, therefore, must always walk as though she is naked. She must recognize that she is always on display and must walk and behave accordingly. She must be willing to display as much of herself gracefully and beautifully as possible. Henceforth, when you walk, pet, your fingers will be gracefully laced behind your back, just above your buttocks. You may not unlock them unless directed by Me or another Male. Your breasts will be then beautifully lifted and presented whether clothed or not. You understand that you are always on display ... always. Your lovely round ass will gently, but deliberately swing with each step. To help you perfect the correct swing of your hips, we will use this lovely tail. Please, bend over, pet, and part your cheeks. Yes, that is perfect. Swish it back and forth. Wonderful! Your shoes will always have heels, and even when walking without shoes, you will walk on your toes lightly. Do you think you can perform this successfully?"

"Yes, Master, though it may take some practice."

Laughing, he kissed her forehead. "Yes, practice!" He picked up the leash that hung between her breasts. "You may begin." He began to walk around the back yard leading her by the leash. "Knees higher, pet. Yes, like a prancing horse! Knees nice and high. The tail will let you know how your hips are swinging. You should feel it swish gently around your knees with each step. "Go ahead, my pet, and I will sit here and watch you prance around the yard until I tell you to stop. Oh yes, very nice! Your breasts are jiggling nicely, too. Are you comfortable, girl?"

"Yes, Thank You, Master." Sara walked around the yard with the tail swishing from her stuffed anus, her fingers locked behind her back, shoulders back, her breasts lovely in the bright sunlight, and those beautiful nipples newly adorned pink and perfect. She felt his eyes on her. She did not feel silly, but exceptionally cared for. She drank in his attention and allowed it to stimulate her. She swung her hips deliberately and felt her breasts throb as they, too, swung with each step. She felt the metal hanging lightly from her nipples and loved them.

"Sara, come here, please. I want to bind your arms a bit. You see? Look how nicely this lifts those luscious breasts of your!" He finished binding her arms together from wrist to elbow, not to give her pain, but simply to perfect her posture. "Your smile and your breasts are your best features, I think, pet. What do you think? How does the binding feel, girl?"

Sara pranced beautifully, even proudly for an hour bringing great pleasure to Ron. He shot about 15 minutes of video of her prancing for him. She did for some reason thrill at the sensations that raced through her as her body pranced naked before Ron. She reveled in the attention he gave her, but she also reveled in the way he made her feel. From her slightly throbbing, newly pierced nipples to her bottom with it's thick anal probe and the tail swishing as a gentle reminder, her body was enflamed inside and out. Never before had she felt so sexy, so alive, so perfectly female, and she loved the feelings.

"Since we cannot dress you yet to go out, the hairdresser will be here in 10 minutes. He will perm your hair today and give you a pedicure and manicure. We must tend to all of your feminine needs. At 4 o'clock, a makeup artist will join us to demonstrate and supply your make-up needs. We may have guests this evening as well, but that has not yet been confirmed." He paused and studied her expression. "You grow more and more beautiful with every day, my pet. Come, please service my penis." 

Ron made himself comfortable in the overstuffed chair, and Sara knelt between his knees. She knelt as a slave girl before her Master. "You may begin." She understood that she was not permitted to unlatch her fingers unless told, so she used her teeth, lips and tongue to unzip his slacks, unbutton the button, and retrieve his flaccid penis. 

He caressed the soft curves of her form as she licked his penis and balls, her face pressed into him. His hands caressed her soft skin and his fingers ran gently through her hair. 

So deep in her thoughts was she that she did not notice the arrival of Alex, the hairdresser, whom Ron issued to a seat near nearby to wait. He blushed at what he witnessed, but Ron showed no concern. 

"She is lovely, is she not?" Ron asked rhetorically. Alex was dumbfounded. Finally, Ron interrupted Sara, and introduced Alex. Ron directed Alex to do as he saw fit with her hair, and Sara was instructed to straddle the stool, sitting tall and beautiful while Alex tended her. Ron excused himself and used this time to groom himself. 

Left alone with this lovely slave, Alex noticed her lovely nipple rings and gently played with them. "Do they hurt?"

"Not really. Do you like them?"

"Very much, indeed! I can see why he enjoys showing you off. May I?"

"It is not for me to say one way of the other. Master has given you freedom with me, so do as you wish." She smiled a luscious smile that invited his exploration. He cupped her breasts and squeezed them some while her fingers continued to stoke her wetness. "You are a hot one! But I must concentrate on your hair. Let me see. Oh yes! Yes yes! I nice little wave perm will suffice. We need a sink to wash your hair. We will need a few towels, and I believe I have everything else. 

She leaned over the sink, her tail hanging behind her, as Alex soaped and rinsed her hair. His body pressed against her often as he rolled her hair and applied the necessary lotions. Finally, he rinsed it and the newly placed curls were lovely. 

Next, he sat her on the bench in the backyard with her feet in a large soaking bowl. He manicured her nails, and then her feet were buffed and scraped to perfection. 

Ron re-appeared and watched as Alex finished by painting her toenails a sexy deep pink that matched her fingers. "Do you like that color, my pet?"

"Yes, Master, thank you."

"No need to thank me, Sara, but you must thank Alex suitably." Sara looked at her loving Master as if asking a silent question. "Yes, girl."

She knelt beautifully at Alex's feet. "May I please demonstrate my sincere gratitude, Sir?"

Still somewhat dumbfounded, Alex just nodded affirmatively in disbelief as Sara slowly unzipped his slacks and retrieved his swollen cock with her lips while her fingers remained laced behind her back. Eagerly, she smiled and sucked his large cock into her mouth and felt him buck. She sucked him just as if it was her Master's penis in her mouth. She sucked him deeper still until he knocked at the back of her throat. He grunted loudly. Her hands neatly tucked behind her back, she rubbed herself against his legs, moaning herself as the nipples rings tugged. She felt his arousal climb. Her tongue worked his cock ceaselessly as she sucked. Her head bobbed on his cock faster until at last, he exploded, and she hungrily sucked him dry while his sounds reflected his satisfaction. When she had sufficiently licked him clean, she knelt up awaiting further instructions. 

"Very nice, pet. I believe Alex accepts your gratitude. Now, you may go urinate in the bathroom before Stan arrives.

"Thank you, Master." She scurried off to the bathroom, her fingers still knitted behind her back. 

Ron paid Alex and told him to return every week unless otherwise directed. Alex nodded happily and left.

Sara re-emerged and quickly knelt in front on Ron. "You are doing quite well, my girl. How do you feel, please?"

"I feel very beautiful, Master, and wonderfully taken care of. Thank you, Master." "Yes. Well then, Stan should be here soon. Stand please." She did as told. His left hand quickly found her swollen clitoris and he circled it with one finger, using the others to open her. He smiled up at her. He felt her flinch as he pinched it firmly. "So sensitive!" He laughed as he continued to press and pinch her clitoris, watching her body respond visibly.

The phone rang. Ron answered. "Stan is running late, my dear, but will be here at 7. That is about when our guests will arrive, so they may have to be entertained while Stan does your face. Well, I'm sure we can think of something." He chuckled. 

It was not long before Stan arrived and right behind him, Larry and Thomas, two of Ron's business associates. Sara was noticeably surprised and embarrassed, suddenly very much aware of her nakedness. Ron was casually dressed in shorts and a T-shirt and welcomed the Men into his cabin and introduced them to Sara, his naked slave girl. He took a moment to explain that her nipples were newly pierced and she could not yet wear clothing over them. They simply nodded in contented appreciation. One asked about her tail, and was given a reasonable answer.

"Fetch refreshments, girl," Ron ordered. She quickly went to the kitchen, walking as taught, her tail hotly swishing behind her. She wondered how she would obey his request. He had prepared a tray. All she had to do was fetch the tray. She carefully placed it on the wheeled cart that waited nearby, and brought the refreshments to the men. Moments later, she pushed the cart out to the Men using her body, her fingers still latched behind her. She smiled as she resumed her place, on her knees beside her Master.

"Doesn't she mind being, well, used this way?" Larry asked.

Ron laughed. "Honestly, does she look like she minds? This is what she was made for, and perhaps, what all women were made for. It is not a slap to them. On the contrary, it is a place of honor and power. It is just wielded differently by their feminine beauty. Just this afternoon, she expressed that one of her fantasies was to be fully used. Isn't that right, girl?" She nodded. 

"Which brings me to why I've invited you here. We are going to fulfill her fantasy tonight." Sara involuntarily squealed. "Yes, girl, you have been working so hard to please me, you see, now I have decided to treat you. Are you willing, Larry?" 

He nodded. 

"Thomas?"

"I'm game." He replied.

"Stan, since we're running so late, perhaps you would also participate in compensation for your lost time, yes? We can tend to her makeup another day."

"I guess so, though I don't see ... " his voice trailed off as he began to understand.

"OK, the bedroom is down the hall. The bathroom across from it. Please, gentlemen, go and remove your clothing and make yourselves comfortable. When you return, we will begin."

These men were unaccustomed to being told what to do, and yet, they did as Ron suggested. They disrobed in the bedroom or bathroom and returned to the livingroom of the cabin where Ron still sat in his overstuffed chair with his naked slave beside him on her knees. 

"Larry, since your cock is nicely thick, I would like for you to take her anus, please. Have you done this before?"

"I have always wanted to, but my girlfriend won't let me do her anally."

Ron laughed. "Then you may use Sara whenever you wish. Thomas, you will enjoy her tight vagina, I'm certain. And Stan, she has learned quite well how to throat a man's cock. Do not withhold it from her. Very well then. Let us drink to her beauty and femininity! Cheers!"

The men lifted their glasses in agreement as Sara returned. Her face seemed to radiate a deep inner joy as she considered her Master's approval of her. "Sara, fetch the furs, please, and place them here in front of me." 

She left and quickly returned with the furs hanging from her mouth. Ron spread them on the floor. "Karta!" She assumed the position ordered, her plump, round ass facing the Men as she kissed Ron's feet. He walked around here and pumped her tail appendage a few times and then removed it. 

"She is ripe and ready for your cock, Larry. Once you are fully inside of her and pump a few times, you can both lie down on your right sides so that Thomas can join the fun and fill her vagina."

Thomas stood with his hand on his cock, absently pumping it in anticipation. Stan, too, showed signs of excitement in a surprisingly long cock. Larry's face was red as he shoved his thick organ into her waiting anus. She grunted as he pushed in deeper. His cock seemed to thicken and grow fuller still within her and his face showed his pleasure.

"Beautiful, now, pump in and out a few times, Larry. Great, yes, that it. How does that feel?" Larry just nodded. "OK, now, without withdrawing, carefully and slowly lie down. Yes, that's it. Wonderful! Go ahead, Larry, fuck her ass, but do not cum! Thomas, please move in nice and close and stick that hard cock of yours into my girl's vagina. Sara, you may help him with your hand. She did. She pushed his wonderfully hard dick into her wet opening and pressed herself onto him just as she also pressed back onto Larry, fat cock. The Men pushed deeper into her with each thrust, finding a rhythm that made her growl in low guttural sounds. 




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"Ahhh, but Sara, now we must fill your mouth! Just look how much cock Stan has waiting for you." She propped herself on an elbow and opened her mouth to invite him, reaching out to pull him to her. Ravenously, she sucked his cock into her mouth and throat. Her body danced between the Men, fully female, fully used, fully beautiful, and fully appreciated by her Master. It was an earthen, sensual dance as he studied her body.

Ron watched with overwhelming affection for his slut. He had searched a lifetime, and finally found his girl. His heart swelled with pride as he watched her give herself to each of these men as though it was Him. He treasured her more and more. Stan came quickly in her talented mouth but stayed there for another round while Larry and Thomas worked her other openings. The room filled with the sounds and smells of sex. His girl had already achieved several orgasms, yet she continued to serve, to give her body fully. 

Larry struggled to hold back, but finally shouted his release as Sara thrashed. Thomas seemed to enjoy pulling all the way out and pushing back in powerfully, even roughly. Sara met his thrusts with her own and shuddered in orgasm as he shot his hot milk into her. Stan surprisingly hardened and came again before Larry and Thomas finished. 

"Beautiful! Absolutely, beautiful! We will have to do this again so I can record it. But this was good for a first time. Sara, you may clean Stan and Thomas, and get a cloth to clean Larry."

"Yes, Master, thank you!" She completed her assignment with a contented look on her face. It was obvious to all three visitors, that Sara belonged to Ron in every sense of the word.

Ron kissed Sara and replaced her tail with a loving smack on her ass. "I like you with a tail, pet! After refilling the Men's glasses, please kneel."

She did as asked, and filled the wine glasses, and knelt open beside her Master, her fingers latched behind her back, as a smile punctuated with dry cum spread across her face. She remained still while the Men talked their business and wondered, even after all she had done tonight, if her Master would permit her to touch him. 

"Stan, I will call to reschedule her makeup session this week, but you are all welcome any time you wish to make an appointment with me for Sara's use. As you can see, her appetite is amazing. I am working on building her endurance and stamina, so you can help me with that. I do, however, ask you to keep my confidence. This is not for everyone, although for the life of me, I don't know why!" Ron laughed triumphantly and the others went to wash and dress to leave.

Ron shook their hands and re-invited them any time, in fact, he wished for them to feel free to make an appointment to use his girl any time they wished. 

As the door shut, Sara's heartbeat quickened in the hope of her Master's touch. She had quickly learned that no other Man touched her the way He did. No other man made her feel her slavery like he did. No other man made her feel her feminine beauty as he did. 

"Thank you, Master!" Sara couldn't hold it back any longer.

Ron looked at his beautiful girl and again, his heart filled with great affection for her. He could read her eyes, her deep longing and he smiled. 

"You may undress me, pet." She looked up into his face, and, seeing the affection there, happily grasped his zipper with her teeth and began to undress him. The process took several minutes, but she retained beautiful posture throughout, and even stole a random kiss on his torso, hand, and thigh. 

"You have brought great honor and pride to me, my pet. Tonight, you are free to respond as the slut you are. Please, go position yourself on my bed to present your vagina to be used thoroughly."

Sara squealed with delight, danced around happily aware of her pierced nipples and danced right into the bedroom where she presented herself to be definitively raped by her loving Master.



I Am My Master's Slut Ch. 10



A lovely and wonderful month passed as Ron continued to teach Sara how to properly serve a Man. What she found completely fascinating was that her business endeavors increased. As she used the tools Ron taught her, her business dealings changed representatively. Her dress reflected the joy she found in her femininity, and this rubbed off on both the men and women with whom she associated. Other women also began to dress more beautifully. The men responded to the change in the office ambiance. It wasn't just a matter of more cleavage or skin showing, but an attitude. It was like, at least in their office building, the unisex stigma was broken, and men and women were allowed to once again reflect their natural gender.

At home, Sara was seldom clothed, and Ron had arranged for her to be waxed as often as necessary to maintain smoothness on her legs and bottom. He loved taking care of her, of tending her feminine needs. He had hired a seamstress to create a wardrobe for her according to his design. No more slacks ... ever! She would always be clad as the beautiful female she was. Lots of pinks and reds. Lots of lace and soft shimmery fabric. Lots of deep necklines in front and back, and lots of slits up the sides or the middle. The essence was she was covered yet accessible, a feminine delight. 

He continued to work with her on such elementary things as her walk, often using the anal pony tail just because he liked it on her. As her nipples healed, he experimented with different rings, decorative weights and chains. He even had the designer create several slinky tanks with holes for the gems to poke through for special occasions. For her part, Sara had never smiled as much in her life. 

Ron was completely delighted with Sara's growth and development. She carried herself elegantly whether clothed or not. He admittedly enjoyed seeing her tantalizing nipples through her silky white blouses, of which she had many. On these days, he required her to wear the largest of gems or decorative clips on her nipples. Sara's entire posture was different as she grew daily in her feminine charm, captivating the attention of every male in the building and many of the females. It wasn't that she was perfectly gorgeous, but rather that her beauty was so deep and soft. Ron proudly owned her, and every man in the building knew it. 

Sara was taught not to resist the attention of any Man, but she should, in fact, welcome such, and she did. She loved the way Men looked at her, their eyes glued to her pierced and protruding nipples or deep cleavage. She was quite certain it was now general knowledge that she wore no undergarments, and somehow, this thrilled her. She wondered how many of the men she encountered fantasized about her in some lovely way. Even as she showed homes to perspective buyers, she wondered if the Men were inspecting the home or her. 

Ron's affection for Sara deepened, and a few weeks after her luscious nipples were pierced, Sara's Master began to teach her how to welcome guests properly into their home. He explained that a well-trained slave will open the door and immediately kneel open. If the guest has outer garments to shed, they will be placed over her outstretched arms. The slave will quickly hang such garments appropriately, and as inconspicuously as possible, assume her place at the right hand of her Master. If, however, the guests wish to be served in some fashion and has not brought his own slave, it is the joy and pleasure of the house slave to oblige in whatever manner seen fit whether in refreshment or sexual service. 

One particular Tuesday morning, Ron instructed Sara to cancel her appointments for the day. She looked at him quizzically, but obeyed. Ron said nothing further to her as she knelt by his side. His right hand absently toyed with the heavy crystal that hung from her nipple, her fingers laced behind her back as always.

"Come, love," he said when he had finished reading his paper. "Let's go for a stroll, shall we? Put on your sweater jacket. It should be quite sufficient."

"Yes, thank you, Master." She did as he wished. The jacket of which he spoke had no buttons or fasteners, but only a belt which he secured. He then attached a long leather leash to her collar. He could see her apprehension. They had never gone out in public with her on the leash before. It had only been used in their home or a private club. Ron arranged the hem of the sweater nicely, so it hung to a few inches above her knees. There was an unavoidable slit in the front, so her steps would have to be small. Ron clipped a shiny delicate gold chain to the rings on each nipple and instructed her to circle the room. She did and he nodded his approval.

"Sara, we are going to walk several blocks. You will have no inner stimulation, however, you will feel my fingers examining and exploring you as we walk. I also wish for you to eye every male we meet along the way and smile beautifully. You are a slave, a beautiful, sexy slave. Convey this truth to every male we pass. It should be as clear as if we hung a sign around your neck. Do you understand, pet?"

"I believe so, Master." She smiled and he kissed her deeply, pulling her close to him. He loved how the nipple clips dug into his own chest, and the softness and aroma of her flesh was always a pleasure to him. He felt her heat. 

He picked up the end of the leash and off they went. He held the leash taut as they walked, and he watched the faces of those they passed, mostly in vehicles. All eyes drank in her feminine grace, then looked at him with envy. He led her down the quiet street near his cabin toward town. As she walked, Sara grew more confident. She loved the way the elegant chain pulled and danced with her nipples, and she enjoyed that her Master walked so fast she had to work to keep up with him. She enjoyed being owned by him. She still didn't really understand why this was true, but nevertheless, she knew it in the deepest parts of her. She knew she was a slave, his slave. She could feel his fingers stirring inside of her as they walked. She loved the way the sweater pulled open with her fingers duly laced behind her. She thrilled at the look on her Master's face. They reached an intersection and stopped for the light. He stroked her bare bottom affectionately. 

"One more block, my dear, how do you feel?" he asked his slave.

"Like I could walk all night, Master, by your side." She smiled deliciously.

"Good girl." There were more people walking on the next block, and Sara felt the stimulation of many eyes drinking in her availability. She wondered if they all knew she was his slave. She wondered if they understood. She felt naked, and she felt beautiful. "And do you feel my fingers inside you?"

She smiled a big, warm smile. "Yes, Master."

They continued to walk closer and closer to the town center, and small though it was, there were numerous people milling about the businesses. They stopped for another light, and Ron's hand reached across her for her right nipple. He tugged playfully on the chain, and heard her purr in response. Just as he released her, a Man approached.

"Ron, my God, how wonderful you look! How long has it been?" Ron grasped the Man's hand heartily.

"It has been a few years, Paul. How are you doing?" Sara stood as taught, eyes lowered, fingers still laced behind her, her left hip turned slightly forward toward her Master. 

"Still in the top 100, just like you!" The men laughed. "Paul's eyes were glued to Sara as he enjoyed her feminine charms.

Ron smiled. "She is a lovely female, yes?" Paul nodded. "Her name is Sara. She is my slave. Do you have time for a quick visit? My cabin isn't far from here."

"Your slave, hm? How did you manage that?" He laughed.

Ron's face grew serious, though he remained polite. "She is who she is," he paused, "and she's a beautiful and valuable possession."

"Ah, I see." He obviously didn't understand.

"If you wish to understand more fully, you are welcome to stop by anytime." They shook hands, and Ron and Sara continued their walk. Someplace deep inside of Sara, she reveled in his protection and his pride in her with his old friend. 

The sidewalk was actually crowded in a few places as Ron led Sara along. Ron's hand was now steadily on her bare bum cheek under the sweater jacket. Sara glowed with pride. She was wonderfully owned and fully possessed. 

They turned the corner and saw a group of young high school boys. One had a basketball he tossed from hand to hand. 

Ron greeted the young men. They grunted in reply, but were captivated by Sara. 

"You guys kinky or something?" one of the boys asked.

"Nothing kinky about owning a female. It is their nature to be owned. You guys should know that by now. I really should start a class for young Men. So many do not understand how to treat a female. What they need and what they really want. You guys be interested in such a class? FREE!" He laughed.

"Well ... sure, I guess." one said. "Hey, are her nipples pierced?"

"Yes, Sara show the boys, please." Ron ordered.

She pulled her sweater jacket open to reveal her decorated nipples. Ron lifted the weights and let them fall. "You see? She belongs to me ... completely. She is my responsibility. I did not pierce her nipples just because I liked the idea, but because deep inside of her, she wanted them done as a sign of her devotion to me. In another month or so, she will also have her labia pierced. Perhaps you boys would like to come and watch?"

"Oh shit! Are you serious?"

"Yes, of course. You see, Sara also enjoys showing off, but would never do it on her own. It is my duty, my joy to expose her, to display her and stimulate her as she honestly craves." He pulled out a business card and handed it to one of the boys. "Give me a call or email me, and I'll send you the time and date. Bring anyone you wish. It will be a celebration, right Sara?"

She looked up to him, her face radiant with love and arousal. "Yes, Master." 

"Now, dear, adjust your sweater please, and let's get home. G'night boys!"

"Ah we must make it a party, indeed. I will have to give some thought on who we should invite, hm?"

They arrived at his cabin, and he waited while she removed her sweater and hung it correctly. Quickly, she was on her knees before him. 

"Sara, dear, there is yet another ritual I wish you to perfect. Tonight, you will have 3 minutes to demonstrate how skillfully you can disrobe me using only your mouth. Should you fail, you will be disciplined accordingly. Is that clear? You may begin."

Ron stood patiently, as Sara struggled to unbutton his shirt, her fingers laced tightly behind her back. She got each button, grabbed one sleeve in her mouth and tried to pull it off. Finally, it came free. She hurried to hang it in his closet and return to her task. She removed his T-shirt and placed it in the clothes hamper in the bathroom. Next, she untied his shoes, and managed to remove them and his socks. 

"Time is up, Sara, and you have failed. Go to the dungeon and prepare to be disciplined."

The "dungeon" was the large room added onto the back of the cabin. It was filled with various kinds of tables and apparatus used as teaching tools for Sara. The floor was covered in rubber matting, the back wall solid glass out to the backyard. Along the other two walls, were a number of implements such as manacles and leather cuffs, wooden paddles, a huge feather and three leather floggers. There was also one terrifying whip. Ron and Sara had been spending more and more time in this room as Sara grew more accepting of her true nature. She knew that when sent here for discipline, she was to stand on the red circle in the center of the room, her feet 3 ft apart, and her fingers laced behind her head. Her posture should be perfect and feminine. 

Sara took her place and trembled as she waited for Ron to join her. She did not tremble for fear, but because she understood she had failed him. When he entered the room, he, too, was naked. He approached with purpose, and circled her slowly, examining her body and her soul. Sara felt transparent, that he could see her every thought and feeling. She knew he felt her shame. 

"Sara, you will learn to disrobe me in the allotted three minutes." He spoke sternly. "To encourage you to move more quickly, I am going to do three things. First, I am placing heavier weights on your nipples. You will feel the difference immediately and see your nipples being stretched. You will know it is for my pleasure that you are enduring pain. Second, both your anus and vagina will be stuffed with oversize dildos which you must keep within you while you give me a complete and thorough tongue bath. If one or both of them should fall from you, you will be immediately whipped. Is that clear? 

"Yes Master. Thank you, Master!" 

"Now, present your holes to me, please." She turned away from him and bent over grabbing her ankles. He presented her anus with and fat dildo, pumped it a few times, then did the same with her vagina. "Are you well filled, slut?"

"Yes, thank you, Master."

Ron then laid himself on a cushioned bench, face down. "Show me your heart, girl. You may begin."

For the next half hour, Sara lavished her affection and devotion on her Master. She licked his neck, his shoulders, his armpits, his back, his buttocks, all the way down his muscular thighs and calves to his feet. She asked him softly to turn over and he smiled secretly. She sucked each toe into her mouth lovingly, the weights dangling from her nipples beginning to sting while her bottom burned with desire for him. She licked up each leg around his stiffened genitalia. He felt her hot, moist tongue on his belly, up onto his chest as she sucked his nipples. His fingers caressed and teased her burning nipples, and her groans became audible. She softly caressed his face with her tongue, enjoying a moment's kiss as her tongue slid between his lips. His penis was quite rigid, yet she knew special permission was required before she could minister her love and affection to his member. For several additional minutes, Sara devoted her attention to serving her Master by licking him sensuously. At last he gave her permission to clean his erect penis. With feline agility, Sara maintained the dildos in her owned holes and licked Ron's penis and testicles in utter and complete adoration. She was forbidden to take him into her mouth, but much attention was bestowed upon his organ before he interrupted her. 

"Thank you, Sara." She stood and quickly displayed herself as taught. Ron arose from the bench, walked to the wall and slipped one of the floggers from its place on the wall. "Let's go over to the wall, Sara," he directed. He pointed to the stocks across the room. This was an old-fashioned punishment from the days of early America. It secured the offender's head and both wrists in a vulnerable position. "You will have another chance this evening to undress me. Let's hope you improve. Please place your head and wrists in the proper positions." She obeyed.

"You are encouraged to cry out or make whatever noise you wish, my girl. You will be flogged thoroughly for your disobedience." He removed the twin dildos and placed them in the soaking pan of sanitizing liquid. With skill and precision, he began to flog her back, gently at first, then more severely. He flogged her buttocks, parting her legs, he flogged her female parts. She squirmed and tried to avoid each thrash to no avail. 

At first, she was shocked that he would do such a thing to her, his pet. She felt betrayed. As he continued to flog her body, she bit her lips, withholding her cries. He continued, his skill was rather amazing to her. The leather bit into her flesh just enough to burn, but not enough to tear the skin. He continued, and her willfulness began to weaken. Tears streaked her cheeks as the humiliation of her failure crashed in on her. She cried out as the flogger licked her swollen labia.

"Yes, my dear. Sing of your repentance." The leather straps pawed at her body, softening it, possessing it deeper still. Finally, she broke. Sobs choked her as she cried out her deep remorse. He stopped, and almost immediately, his penis rewarded her submission. He pushed into her open vagina powerfully claiming what was his. Her body responded as a hot slave, giving in to his ownership of her innermost parts. Her cries became groans of pleasure as he pounded his strength into her. 

She was bound to him. He cried out her name as his masculine seed pulsed into her female cavern. She shuddered and cried out his name to her as she exploded in warm waves of passion, "Oh I love you, Master!"



I Am My Master's Slut Ch. 11



"And the Top Sales Agent in both commission and units is Sara Bristle." Sara arose from the head table as Ron helped pull her chair back. She elegantly strode to center stage to receive her award. Ron beamed with pride. 

"Ladies, Gentlemen. Thank you so very much. As I see it, there are only two reasons why I am standing here. One reason is that I never gave up, but kept plugging away, making those calls and being accessible to my clients. But the single most important thing in this business or in any other, I imagine, is to just be yourself. Thank you for rewarding me for just that." She bowed gracefully and returned to her place at Ron's side. Her pearl necklace perfectly setting off her dazzling pink silk gown.  

The ball was an annual white tie affair that gathered together the most powerful and successful Realtors in the area. It was by invitation only, and not only was this Sara's first invitation, but she took top honors. Ron welcomed her with a casual, but proud kiss as she returned to assume her seat next to his. 

It pleasured Ron to see the oversized nipples that betrayed her new piercings, and he longed to enjoy them more intimately. Her gown had been a creation of her own design, and he was touched by her obvious wish to cater to his tastes. He loved silk, perhaps more than any other fabric, simply because it was an "honest" fabric. That is to say, it was both a natural cloth and one prone more to passion than deception. Sara was quite aware that the sensuous silk would caress her curves, hug her frame, and betray her adorned nipples like no other fabric. She was quite proud of her creation and proud to wear it for Ron in their secret, sensuous way.

The color was a deep peony pink, that deepened and enriched itself in the folds and gathers at her waist and under her round breasts. There were two long slits up both sides of the gown almost to her waist that encouraged the gown to float around her sensuous legs as she moved about the room. The neckline was quite simply elegant. Like liquid pink fabric, it seemed to drip from her graceful shoulders on the tiny straps that came down in the front to loosely cover and contour her breasts with cinching underneath that caused the dress to hug the form of her curves. It dropped dangerously low in the back so that the luscious dimples of her lower back were bared. The design was the perfect balance of daring and elegance, and it had the desired affect not only on Ron, but only several other males in the room. Her earrings matched the lovely necklace that graced her neck and secretly served as her collar, and they dangled seductively to her shoulders. She had also obtained a pair of matching pink stilettos to complete her amazing outfit. She looked absolutely stunning and many told her so. 

The award portion of the night was over, and Ron took Sara's hand and led her out onto an unpopulated terrace that overlooked the city. 

"Such a lovely sight," Sara said as she looked out over the night cityscape. 

"Indeed!" Ron agreed, but his eyes were focused only on her. He swept her into his arms, drew her to himself and kissed her possessively. His tongue quickly separated her lips and drove hungrily into her mouth. Her tongue and body yielded openly with unchecked passion as she welcomed his tongue deeply within her and pressed her feminine curves against his hard strength. 

"Thank you, Sara!" Ron spoke softly. "You withheld nothing even in this public place."

Sara smiled demurely. "How could I, Sir? I have never felt more yours, Sir. Never!" She gasped quietly as one of his hands slipped under the back of her dress and cupped her full, bare buttock. "Yours," she whispered as she lifted her arms around his neck. She playfully brushed her nipples against his chest and purred softly. 

"How are my nipples, Sara," Ron spoke softly but seriously. 

"Quite well, Sir," she replied. 

"Show me." Obediently, she shrugged her shoulders forward allowing the fabric to gap generously, but her arms remained around his neck. He pinched her breasts through the thin material and felt his own body reply.

"Sara, we will stay for just a while longer, dance a few dances and then leave. I want to take you out and show you off, tonight. You are simply stunning!" He kissed her warmly. His hand dipped into his inner pocket and produced a small, gulf ball sized egg. I want this inserted, please, and you may choose where. Keep in mind, we will be dancing. I have the control right here in my pocket." He smiled broadly as he showed it to her. "Now, go quickly. I will wait right here."

She took off toward the ladies' room, emptied her bladder, and inserted the egg within her vagina - the easier place to keep it within her. Moments later, she returned to Ron, and he swirled her into another deep, passionate kiss, then onto the dance floor. A stylish couple, they danced gracefully around the room, spinning and swirling in a lavishly stylized waltz. All the while, the tiny egg buzzed within her. 

As he had said, they danced several dances, then prepared to make their exit. Sara held her award proudly, and Ron held her even more proudly. They left the hotel and made their way to an old club to which he had not yet brought Sara. He had chosen to introduce her to his culture slowly, deliberately and study her responses. Tonight, however, he was just so damn proud of her, he needed to show her off to his oldest and most important acquaintances. These were lifestyle companions, many of whom he had known for over 40 years. Some had been tutors in the various skills he had acquired over the years. 

They parked, he reached over and pulled her into his arms and still again, kissed her possessively. She trembled with arousal in his embrace, but there was more than arousal burning in her. She yearned to make him proud. She burned with a fundamental need to please him, and she was astutely aware of her need as they stood just inside the entrance of this magnificent Mens' club. She saw no other females, but there were well dressed men of all ages in close proximity. A gentleman approached and spoke softly to Ron, then lead them down some plushly carpeted stairs, into a smallish room decorated in rich reds and golds. Ron took Sara's hand and felt her shiver. He squeezed it gently and looked into her eyes. She could almost read them, she thought, and smiled warmly. His hand disappeared into his packet and immediately, she felt the egg whir to a higher speed inside of her. Silently, she smiled in response.

Inside the room, Sara could see many tables, most with Men seated at them. There were only a few other females in the room. Two of these females were completely nude and seated on plush cushions on either side of their Master. There was one female who seemed to be functioning as a server to those without their own slave. She wore a thin white gauze frock made out of a single yard of fabric. It scarcely covered her, but served to entice curiosity in those she served. The fourth female sat silently with two distinguished looking men. She did not speak or move much that Sara saw.

Along one wall of this room, there were a number of tables filled with various tools, implements, and baubles of intended pleasure. There was a display of whips, canes, and paddles. There were a number of hoods and blindfolds. There was a table covered with nipple clips, feathers, furs, clamps, and weights. Along the opposite wall were a series of eight elegantly draped alcoves, two of which were apparently occupied. There was a small orchestra seated in the front and a 12' square dance floor in the center. The room was well lit by the lamps on each table, in each alcove, and along each wall. Sara guessed there were maybe fifty men in the room along with the 4 females. She trembled slightly as they stood in the entrance. The young slavegirl approached Ron, bowed, and silently led him and Sara to their table. Ron seated Sara and walked over to the wall with all the lovely gadgets. He returned with his hand in his pocket. 

"Please show me your nipples, my girl." Her stomached twitched, but her obedience was immediate. She delicately lifted her breasts out from behind their silken pink covering. Her piercings were well healed. and Sara was delighted with the amazing sensations that came from the rings that now graced her tender nipples. "I have some delicious pink jewels to further decorate my most lovely slave. He deftly hung the heavy gems on the tiny rings. Sara moaned softly and her eyes lifted to Ron's. She suddenly realized he did not mean for her to cover them, but he expected her to leave her luscious decorated breasts fully exposed. She warmed deep inside and became intimately more aware of the buzz within her. 

Just then, two finely dressed gentlemen approached Ron. 

"Ah Ron! How nice to see you!" Seth said.

"Hello Seth. How nice, indeed! Won't you have a seat?"

"Don't mind if we do. Oh, this is Conrad. He is a cousin who has recently moved here from Germany." He and his companion both seated themselves at the table. They proceeded to make small talk and catch up on certain acquaintances they had in common. Sara sat quietly and as still as possible unsure what was expected of her. The silent young slave brought a carafe of a rich merlot and left it on the table along with three glasses. Instinctively, Sara rose. She winced silently as she felt the weight of the lovely gems now dangling freely from her nipples. She gracefully poured the rich wine into the crystal goblets and served each of the men, then returned to her place beside Ron. There conversation continued. There was much laughter and gossip about mutual friends and acquaintances, but Sara recognized only a few isolated names.

Ron turned briefly toward Sara and made eye contact. He adjusted his position so that he faced his companions free from the hindrance of the table. He looked back at Sara. He was obviously trying to communicate something without the use of words. Finally, it dawned on her what he wanted, what he needed from her. 

She rose from his side, walked behind him, her hand gently caressing his shoulders, as she silently took her place between the three men, facing her Master. She knelt there beautifully and kissed his feet. Her lovely pink gown curled at the feet of Seth and Conrad, as her thighs parted beneath it. The mens' conversation resumed and Sara worked very hard not to listen lest it distract her and cause Ron some embarrassment. Without a sound other than her soft female purrs, she carefully undid Ron's slacks and placed her face on his lap to tend his most urgent need. Her hands were clasped behind her back as she had been trained, for this pleasure was to be accomplished by her mouth alone. She burned with passion for this man whose heavy arousal she now nourished. She was terribly conscious of her body position, and sought to keep her back straight and her breasts accessible as her mouth swallowed Ron's massive hardness. She sucked him with incredible honesty, her own passion laid open. Her body rubbed against her Master with such natural instinct the other two men became alive with arousal just from watching and hearing her luscious little sounds of hunger. 

"Sara, please rise on all four, and continue your devotion." She obeyed eagerly. She was a bit surprised when she saw her Master hand the control wand for the egg inside of her to Conrad. 

"Go ahead. She is a remarkable girl." Ron again beamed with pride as he stroked Sara's golden curls. Sara moaned huskily when she felt the egg buzz to still one level higher within her, and she had to concentrate diligently on her service to avoid the avalanche of feelings and sensations that threatened to engulf her. She felt the back of her dress lifted and placed carefully on her lower back. Only seconds later, she felt something press against her bottom. She became more energetic with her Master's need, cried out softly when the beads were gently pushed into her bottom. Conrad replaced the gown to the floor. 

Within moments, Sara relieved her Master's need, thrilled to drink of him and again lay her head on his lap, casually licking and kissing his manhood. 

"Would you permit me to dance with your delightful girl, Ron?"

"Of course! And what a fine idea, Seth! Show her about the room, will you?" Ron laughed proudly as he fastened his slacks, and Seth lifted the delicious Sara to her feet. The pink gems dangled excitingly from her bared breasts and the light grabbed them and reflected dazzling patterns on the walls and ceiling. The weights also danced on her nipples as he guided her about the room. Silently, the beads and egg tormented her insides beautifully with every nuance of her movement. Then it was Conrad's turn. He, too, spun her about the room elegantly as her fire fanned to torture her body to feminine perfection. 

At last, her Master swept her into his arms and swirled her about the room with unspeakable pride. She was his. His cherished woman and devoted slave. He knew there was nothing she would not do if he asked her. Nothing. He knew she trusted him. Suddenly, he stopped. He cupped her breasts in his hands and kissed each one. He took her face between his hands and kissed her intimately, so that neither of them was conscious of anyone else in the room. He gently slid the tiny straps of her gown down her arms. His kiss burned hotter still as his tongue broke through her lips and dove possessively into her mouth. Her gown slowly slid away from her bountifully rounded breasts and rested dangerously on her feminine curves as his kiss went deeper still.

"Sara, I am so incredibly proud of you. Will you cum for me, please," he whispered, and he resumed his kiss. The music continued, and the other three couples continued to dance as Ron and Sara stopped in the center of the dance floor. A spotlight found them and surrounded them in ethereal light. Ron felt her body yielding to her flames, and his eyes welled with tears at her amazing willingness to trust and obey his wishes. There in his arms, in the center of the room, she climaxed violently, her knees buckling in the weight and honesty of her passion. He caught her and carefully lifted her gown up to its rightful place, as soft, understanding applause arose throughout the room. He took her into his arms and held her till her trembling ceased. He was so proud. He loved her so deeply and was thrilled to find his affection unquestionably returned. After several minutes, he escorted her to the ladies room to remove the beads. The egg was to remain inside her cavern until he removed it himself, but he did relent and turn it to its lowest setting. 

They returned to their seats, Ron's hand refusing to release his lovely slave. He clung to her, his fingers around her waistline. The conversation resumed, but Ron grew bored of the company and finally made excuses. He assisted Sara to the door and they left quietly. 

"What a magnificent club, Master. Is it someplace you frequent?"

"Ordinarily, yes, but not so much since I have found you, dear. Do you like it? Were you comfortable inside?"

"Oh yes, Master! I can feel the history of the place and the deep love and respect that is part of the ambiance. As for comfort, Master, it is not my ambition to be comfortable, but only to continually and increasingly bring you pleasure."

He pulled her to him right there in the parking lot and kissed her savagely. "My God, woman, you do amaze me! I sometimes feel I have only begun to unwrap the treasure that you truly are."

Ron parked the car and turned to Sara. "Now, I want you to go into the cabin, remove your gown and place yourself in the stocks, please."

She looked at him with a puzzled expression, but answered, "Yes, Master." She obeyed his wishes, undressed, and locked herself into the stocks by the back window. The heavy pink gems had not been removed from her nipple rings, so they hung beautifully from her, and Sara was wonderfully and terribly aware of them. It was several minutes before Ron joined her. He was naked when he did. He walked around in front of her. His aroused body only inches from her face.

"You made me very proud this evening, my girl, and for that, I 'm like to give you a long day of my total devotion to drive your luscious body to multiple orgasm and whatever lies beyond." He lovingly stroked her as he spoke. "But for tonight, we'll start with this." He caressed her shoulders and arms. He ran both hands along the contours of her mature frame, down the outsides of her legs and back up the insides. He caressed her face and hair, then walked around behind her and stroked her ass so lightly he smiled at the goose bumps that washed over her skin. She shivered. Suddenly, he stopped. He dimmed the lights and returned with a tool. Without warning, he began. 

First, he used a soft, gentle flogger that awoke her senses. Once it had awakened her with soft kisses all cross her shoulders, back, buttocks and thighs, Ron moved to a larger, stiffer implement. 

His first swing with the larger tool was upward between her parted legs, and Sara yelped in surprise. He had never flogged her tender region and it rather shocked her. Again and again he brought the stiff leather up against her tender lips. Again and again, Sara cried out ... her passion rising measurably with each rough caress. Sara felt the egg within her buzz higher inside of her and she gyrated her bottom almost pathetically. After several minutes, Ron stopped and walked around to her face again. He reached down and gently tugged on the pretty pink weights that now danced from her nipples. 

"Oh Sara ... what a lovely slut you are for me!" He laughed with husky arousal. The weights were heavy enough that as he swung them, they pulled her nipples into their swinging motion. "Tell me what this feels like, please." He demanded.

"Oh Master! It feels ... it feels like you are reaching in through my body, your slut's body and tantalizing her all the way to her innermost female spots. It is an amazing feeling, Master. 

"Very well. Tend my penis for a bit while I adore your nipples."

"Yes Master," she replied and happily swallowed his throbbing muscle while she felt him torment her nipples in such a way that every feeling, every sensation was electrically transmitted straight to her slut center. Her bottom danced more and more wildly, though her head and wrists were bound securely in the stocks. 

He could wait no longer. Swiftly, he removed himself from her mouth, walked behind her and mercilessly pushed his enormous member into her empty anal cavern. She shrieked with pleasured pain. He pushed still deeper into her and took her roughly, powerfully spilling his seed till it ran freely down her thighs. His hands cupped her full round breasts and squeezed as he continued to enjoy the way her opening tightened around him. 

"God, you're good! I think I will keep you for some time, my dear."

How she thrilled at the thoughts of pleasing him, and the sensation of his seed running down her thighs drove her mad with joy. She belonged fully to him. She shivered as she felt him remove the sticky egg. Never before had any man touched her or known her this deeply, and it boggled her mind. "Thank you, Master! I love you, too!" She whispered quietly.



I Am My Master's Slut Ch. 12



Slinking down the darkened stairway, Betsy held her breath. She gave no thought to her translucent nightie as she moved with silent stealth down the steps. She knew she had heard something down in the basement. The door was locked. Her heart pounded in her chest. 

Soundlessly, she reached the bottom of the stairs. There was still no sign of anything that might have made the loud, but ambiguous noise a few minutes ago. She rounded the corner and moved silently toward the door of the guestroom elaborately decorated for erotic bdsm play. On occasions, she had entertained guests here. Her body automatically tensed with arousal as she unlocked the heavy wooden door.

Before she knew what happened, strong hands cuffed her hands behind her back and ripped the skimpy nightie from her body. 

"Hello, Betsy. I thought you might hear my entrance. It's been too long, my dear."

Betsy gasped as she recognized his voice. 

"Well! No welcome kiss?" he laughed harshly. "Just stand here, please, girl, as I, um, adjust a few things."

She did. She was frozen in place. Was it fear? She felt a rope circle her left ankle, then her right and her feet were slowly pulled apart until she nearly fell over backwards. Had he fastened them to anything? Or was he just opening her up?

"Yes, much better. I do easy need access to that dripping pussy of yours!" Again, he laughed roughly.

"Now, let's get some light on the subject! Yes, much better! Oh my dear little girl! You do realize your nipples are nicely ripe!" He grabbed her breasts and squeezed until she groaned in pain. He walked away, but returned quickly with a large penis shaped vibrator. With one hand he pinched and twisted her nipples, first the right then the left, while his other hand moved the large vibe slowly in and out of her wetness.

"I always found it exciting that your pussy was always ... ALWAYS wet and ready for fun. Just one of the many proofs of your slut nature!"

Betsy stood there dazed. Her feet pulled apart, her hands held in place behind her back by cold metal cuffs, she stood mesmerized by his voice, his tone, his manner. The large vibrator tickled her clitoris and her inner muscles tightened around it, sucking it deeper into her lustful body. Her back arched and she pressed her breasts upward. She tried to resist her body's hunger, but ...

"Cum quickly for me, my little slut! Yes ... that's it ... now let me hear you squeal!"

He slapped her breasts and hung swinging weights on her nipples as the vibrator buzzed inside of her. Her body swayed and the weights tugged ruthlessly on her nipples. He strung the weights together. Her knees weakened. Her head fell backward, but he held her by the nipple weights. She groaned. She purred. Her back arched deeply until her head nearly touched the floor, and her exposed pussy dripped with her arousal.

"Come on, now. Surely you haven't become shy?" He manipulated the vibrator inside of her more deeply and pressed it against her now visibly swollen clitoris, and she yelped. He pumped it into her roughly, then suddenly, he removed it, and threw it aside. She cried out as the emptiness!

"Yes, I know," he said. "But you and I both know that's not what you really want. Is it? "Now, hold on. I want to take a picture of that luscious hole of yours. I'm going to lie down under you and take a few shots. Just be you, dear!" He laughed in pleasure as he got into position between her outstretched legs. 

The wetness was beautifully evident, clinging to her swollen pink lips with the shadow of her breasts overhead. "What man would not want some of this?" He reach up and licked her, and she jumped. "Mmmmm yes, girl!" He continued to lick and suck her juices, his tongue delving deeper and deeper into her hot cave. It was harder and harder for her to stand. 

"Kneel on my face, girl!" he ordered, and she obediently lowered her quivering body onto his talented and lustful tongue. It wasn't long before her body exploded in an earthquake of spasms and torrents of juice which he hungrily drank as she rode his tongue. He didn't stop, but pushed her over again and again until she lost count of how many orgasmic waves shook her wanton body. At some point, he removed the weights that pulled and swung from her full, round breasts. She collapsed forward, her pussy pressed tightly against his mouth. His hands on her ass, finding her tight brown hole, one finger slipping inside as his tongue dove again into her deep pool. She thrashed and lifted her bottom on and off his tongue faster and faster ... a lust machine ... He pushed her up one moment and seemingly immediately, she fell down over his swollen and thick penis. She cried out in satisfaction and delight.

"Yesssssss, my Master ... " she screamed.

Relentlessly, she rode him, feeling his thickness fill her so exquisitely. Her breasts ached. Her clitoris ached. Her nipples screamed for him. All for him. Her body worked, her inner muscles squeezing and caressing his firmness as their bodies became one motion with one purpose. He smacked her sweet ass hard and she arched backward, pushing her breasts to the sky, her hands still cuffed behind her as she felt him tighten and shoot his hot syrup into her. 

She quivered again beautifully. Her nipples were so red they looked like little cherries. She rode his jousts until she had no more strength. Her soft, flesh collapsed against him and he wrapped her in his strong arms and held her close until her shivers ceased. She returned to consciousness dazed, but smiling. His penis eventually slid out of her warmth, but her held her still.

"I think I will forbid you to dress today. What do you think?"

"Your will be done, dear Master," she softly muttered. "Use me as you wish ... please, use me as you wish ... she whispered again as she lost consciousness. 



I Am My Master's Slut



Just then, the vibrator within her vagina was kicked to high. She jumped and moaned loudly. The older Gentleman laughed as he now noticed the remote in the hands of his co-worker, but he was about to explode his load. He pulled away from her mouth and shot his cum on her chest. 

"Well done, slut!" he remarked. "Can I have a hand at the switch?"

"Sure," Sir James confirmed and the control changed hands. Sara could not be still, even on her knees. The fire was raging with such intensity in her body that she wiggled and squirmed making her look that much more delicious to the lustful eyes of the men. 

Before long, there was a line forming outside the trailer. A few of the men wanted to stick around and watch as Sara sucked others. This was permitted, as long as there was room. The remote control for the vibrator within Sara's vagina was also passed around the room. The men took great pleasure in the loud groans and visible shivers they created with the remote. 

One by one, the men entered and were sucked off by Sara. By the end of the afternoon, 18 men had taken Sara up on her sweet offer. She was filled and covered with the cum of these men and it was only 3:45 pm. 

She put her dress over her cum covered body, walked out onto the top step of the trailer and waved a thank you to all the men. Sir James immediately cranked up both vibrators to high. Sara looked at him aghast and tried to no avail to maintain control. She was so hot, though, so horney by now, that she had little resistance left. Her body betrayed her and danced lewdly before the small crowd. 

"Sara, just open your legs and let yourself cum for these wonderful Men. They deserve to see your full beauty," Sir James instructed.

Obediently, Sara stood, her thighs widely parted, as her hungry feminine heat overtook her. The men cheered and shouted as they witnessed her body convulse in the throes of orgasm for several minutes. Her legs nearly buckled under her, but Sir James caught her to another round of cheers. Finally, the vibrators were shut down and Sara was allowed to relax.

Sara waved again as she and Sir James walked back to the car. The wind, sweetly blew up her skirt giving the men one last beautiful memory of her fine, round bottom. 

"Well, dear one, I suppose you are tired. Sara nodded. We should return home, clean up, and then it will be time to meet your Master for dinner. I think he will be quite pleased, Sara. Did you enjoy our afternoon playtime, Sara?"

"Yes, thank you, Sir," she shyly replied. 

"Oh Sara! Now you must be proud of who and what you are. You are an exceedingly beautiful and sexy slut. You are ravishing, my dear. Did you see the expressions on those men's faces? Did you see how they enjoyed your service to them? You made their day, dear! And how will that reflect on your Master?" 

"Yes, Sir, I see. They will honor Him because I am His."

"Yes, Sara. You are of good quality, so you reflect well for your Master. I would not doubt that He will likely begin to show you off more as days go by." 

They arrived at her Master's home, and exited the car.

"Now, slut, your dress is dirty. Please remove it before we enter your Master's home."

She looked at him, horrified.

"Sir???" 

"Yes, Sara. Remove the dress. You will walk to Your Master's home naked like the slut you are."

"Yes, Sir." Her face flushed hot and red, but she removed the dress as commanded and handed it to him. She wore only the thin collar and leash as she slowly walked through the parking lot of the condominium. Happily, she saw no signs of other people. He turned the vaginal and anal vibrators both to high and she yelped in surprise. As they approached the elevator, Sara's heart again fell. She heard conversation nearby. She determined to hold her head high, push out her lovely breasts, their nipples like small red berries, and determined to walk proudly past whoever was there. Sir James felt her tension and tweaked her nipples and wiggled the vaginal vibrator so that she danced for him. 

"Yes, slut. Dance for me. Dance for your Master's pride. Dance as the proud and beautiful female slut you are."

Sara smiled. Sir James turned left to walk through the small lobby of the condominium. There were perhaps three men there and one woman over toward the phone. All looked at Sir James lead the naked Sara through the lobby, but Sara saw nothing. She was focused on the fire within her and the thought of making her Master proud.

Silently, Sara sighed as the door closed behind them, and she was once again in her Master's home. She was directed to lay down on the bed and masturbate, but not cum. Sir James watched from the foot of the bed. He removed the vibrators slowly ... first the anus, then the vagina. Sara noticed his cock responded to her arousal. Silently she hoped he would use it to fill her, but she dare not speak it. She dare not. 

She wiggled and squirmed under her own manipulation until she was so very ready to cum. 

"Please, Sir, may I cum for you?"

"What do you want, Sara?"

"Sir, I want to cum for you???"

"Sara, I know you. Tell me what you want!"

"PLEASE SIR, PLEASE USE YOUR COCK TO FILL MY HUNGRY VAGINA???"

"Good girl! Now lift it up for me and spread your thighs wide. Yes! Beautiful! Oh you are a true slut! Higher! Show me what a slut you are! Now ... take my cock all the way into you and squeeze the cum out of me. Mmmmmmm yes! That's it! So tight! What great muscles! Can you feel me inside you? Can you feel my testicles tightening? Good girl! Cum now, slut! Cum now and squeeze my cum into you!"

"Now, find a nice dress and get dressed quickly." 

She did as commanded and returned looking absolutely stunning in a short red dress, cinched at the waist, with a nice swingy skirt and a plunging neckline. 

"Is this satisfactory, Sir?"

"Yes, slut. Now, come here. I want to put these nipples clamps on you until we get to the restaurant."

"Yes, Sir." She adjusted the neckline of the dress slightly so that Sir James could attach the desired clamps. She winced slightly, but felt the powerful twinges in her hot, slut vagina.

Sir James attached her collar and leash and they left for dinner with Master. They parked, and Sir James walked around to open the door for Sara. 

"Show me your hot box, slut." He ordered with a smile. "Mmmm so pretty!" He attached tiny clamps on the labia lips that pinched tightly, but deliciously. He then flicked her already throbbing clitoris, snapped off one nipple clip then the other. "So hot! You are the perfect slut for your Master! And red suits you!" He winked at her. 

They entered the restaurant and Sara nearly came at the sight of her beloved Master! He smiled, too, at the sight of her. Her arousal did not go unnoticed either. Master indicated a seat for her facing the room. He whispered in her ear a small reminder to keep her knees parted and kissed her fondly. 

"So, James. How was your day?"

"I had a pleasant time. Thank you for the use of your slut. She is, indeed, a valuable treasure. Guard her well, or I may steal her!"

"She seems agreeable, James. You may borrow her any time you wish with adequate notice, of course."

"Thank you, kindly. I appreciate the gesture. I may take you up on that until I find my own slut, that is, if Sara is agreeable."

"What do you say, Sara," Master asked.

"Thank you, Master. I am grateful for the opportunity to serve you in this manner."