1 comments/ 65263 views/ 4 favorites Master's Maid By: fuckpiggy I awaken to a darkened room, unsure of what time it is, my eyes are so foggy. What happened to me? I was tied to the bedposts, my jaw was sore, and my asscheeks were even sorer. I began to writhe in pain as my body woke up. I didn't know where I was or how I was going to get out of this bed. Suddenly, there was a sound at the door, and then it opened slowly. The light peeking in behind the form was blinding, I couldn't make out who was there. I asked what they wanted with me. The shadow didn't say anything at first. Then, a booming voice washed over my ears with a very distinctive accent, my eyes widened, neck strained to see who is speaking to me. You walk up to the bedside, and brush Your hands over my curves. My body is trembling madly in fear of the unknown, I start to speak and You throw your hand over my mouth, muffling all but my screams. You begin to explain as my eyes are bulging in fear overtop of Your large hand covering my mouth. I am forced to listen as You tell me that I have been captured, that I am now Your slave, Your property, I begin to writhe and squeal in protest, only making You laugh evily. You have placed a collar on me, and then begin to untie me, explaining that You have to leave and that I am to put the maids uniform on that You have left for me in the bathroom. I try to protest and that only gets me a slap across the face. You tell me that You expect me to clean the apartment in Your absence. I nod nervously, not wanting another slap, "yes Ma..Master" I said stuttering nervously. I get up once You have left the room, hearing the door to the apartment close. I look around with wild eyes at my surroundings. Suddenly, I think of the great idea of leaving, how will he know anyway, so I go to get my clothes and they are nowhere to be found, oh no, what now? So, then I just grab the sheet from the bed and wrap it around me tightly, and go for the door. Reaching for it, turning the handle, my heart racing a mile a minute it seems, and then I realize that I am locked in! Oh no, I cannot leave; this Master is keeping me a prisoner, a slave to him. I sulk all the way to the bathroom, keeping the sheet wrapped around me for a moment, then eyeing the barely-there uniform that Master has left for me. I am going to have to put that on, there is no telling what this Master will do to me if I do not follow his instructions. I have to clean the entire apartment, dusting, polishing, vacuuming and the apartment looks fairly big. I let the sheet fall to the floor and reach for the outfit. It is black and shiny, very short skirt that looks like it sits out with a bit of crinoline underneath. The top is very low cut, also black satin, with puffy cap sleeves. A white lacy garter, tiny white apron, white fishnet hose and insanely high black heels completed the outfit. How does he think I can clean in 5" heels? I am about to find out if I can as I slip on the skirt, top, garter, apron, fishnets and heels. Balancing precariously on these skinny heels, I begin to move about the apartment, inspecting my surroundings first. This Master didn't leave this girl any panties to wear with this outfit; the coolness of the room is felt at my bare cunt. I go into the kitchen and find the cleaning supplies, cloth, spray, duster, and sponges all in a bucket. I start with the kitchen since I am already in here. Filling the bucket with warm soapy water, I don't see a mop anywhere so I'm assuming that I am to scrub on my hands and knees? I have never; ugh...this is impossible as I just stare at the large floor. Suddenly, I hear the door locks turn, oh no! the Master is home, I suddenly become so frightened, I dive onto my knees and dip the sponge into the bucket, scrubbing it hard in circles. My ass wiggling exposed to the cool air as my arms move back and forth. I face away from You, working away at the floor. Suddenly feeling Your presence behind me, leaving Your handprint upon my ass. I squeal as Your hand lands numerous times. You grab a handful of blonde hair and raise to my feet, staring deep into my eyes. Your voice so deep and powerful, as You speak. This slave of mine will do a good job cleaning her new home, won't she? I nod heavily; soft whimpers escape my lips as I answer with a "yes Master!" You let my hair go and I collapse at Your feet, "Get back to cleaning" and I answer again with a "yes Master" turning to scrub away, You stand there taking in the slut's wiggling ass with the red handprints on it. I finish in the kitchen and then move to the lounge, I see a couple of chairs and a sofa, small table, some furs on the floor, teetering on my heels, I move forward with my polishing cloth and spray, leaning over to clean the table, full breasts jiggling beneath the black satin that holds them in. Wiping down the leather chairs and then moving to the fireplace, dusting the mantle off. I keep eyeing the furs and how soft they look, mmm what would it harm for me to take just a little break. Not seeing the Master about anywhere, I melt to my knees and crawl to the furs that lay in the middle of the floor, snuggling in them, wrapping them around me. I look over to the cleaning supplies and make a pffft sound, very content just where I am. My eyes closed, drifting off to dreamland, a hand painfully awakens me in my hair once more, dragging me up to my feet. You promptly sit in one of the chairs and lay me over Your knee, this time there is a paddle in Your hand. I scream and kick only to Your enjoyment it seems, as it does nothing to help. I beg as You light my ass up with the paddle, the pleading for You to stop quickly turns into pleading for forgiveness for being lazy, I will do better, no more breaks unless Master approves them, pleaseee Master! You don't answer, just slide me easily off Your knees to land in a pile on the floor in front of You, I crawl quickly to my cleaning supplies and head to the next room, my ass cheeks burning hot, Your evil laughs are heard as I crawl away. I stop at the bathroom, looking into the mirror at my welted, red cheeks. Whimpering, I begin to spray and clean the sink and toilet, turning to see a large, beautiful bath, like a garden tub. I look around to see where You might be, as I explore the room further. Stepping lightly towards the tub, seeing scented candles lining the edges of the tub, mmm smells so good. I resist the temptation for a bath, knowing I best not get out of this uniform. A brush of my hand over my cheeks serves as a reminder what could happen, should I be caught lounging again. Oooow! So, I spray the tub and lean in to wipe it down, polishing the faucet handles. Finishing the job, I look back as I walk out, hoping the Master will be proud of my work. Realizing suddenly that I am starting to accept my fate of being a captive slave to this Master. I look at the locked front door as I pass through to the next room, and know that I am not to pass through it again without this Master's permission ever again. If my math is correct, I have two more rooms to clean before I am done. I walk into Master's bedroom and smile as it is very nice. A huge four-poster bed takes up the center of the room with a large dresser and mirror to the right of it, a walk-in closet to the left. Teetering on these tall heels, I walk up to the edge of the soft bed; it's so big and high off of the ground. I lean over the bed to make it up and fluff the pillows, my feet are off the floor and I'm kicking them playfully when I feel a pair of hands at my exposed cheeks. Gasping as You then grab a handful of hair with one hand and thrusting Your cock between my asscheeks, taking me forcefully, dry and possessively. I squeal and scream into the sheets as You take what You now own, so rough. I grab at the bedding that I just made up as You pound my ass so hard, then You cum deep in my ass, not caring if I get to cum or not and pull out, smacking my ass and walking out of the room. Leaving me panting breathlessly, writhing in pain, limp, as I lay sideways across the bed. Starting all over again, I try to stand on my feet, knees wobbling as I was used so hard, pulling the sheets up, making the bed nice again. I take the dusting cloth over the dresser tops and cleaning the mirror. Looking at the reflection of this broken, collared slut..i move pieces of hair from my eyes, a soft smile parts my lips. Looking over the room, making sure everything looks good for Master. One last room, wondering what is behind that last door. I walk softly, clumsily to the last door, the only one that was closed. I hesitate before turning the knob, fear of the unknown I guess. I take a deep breath and turn the knob, opening the door slowly, the room is dark. My hand searches the wall for the light switch. Finding it, I turn it on to reveal not a room, but a staircase. I gasp, as it is not what I expected to be behind the door. I don't want to go down, my legs are trembling and won't move it seems. I know that I have to go down, or I will have to deal with Master's punishment. I choose to move finally, and start down the steps carefully. My eyes are wide with fear and amazement as I take in what is before me. It is a dungeon, with several pieces, fairly dark except for the light in the stairwell. I swallow hard as I step forward into the room, looking behind me. I wonder if I am alone down here, as I never seem to know where the Master is. Pulling out the dust cloth, I move over the pieces of equipment, a large cross, spanking bench, and chains hanging from the ceiling, floggers and whips hanging on a rack. I lose my breath, as I fear that I will soon feel these tools on my tender flesh. I feel that I have cleaned everything very well, satisfied I turn to the spanking bench, never having been on one before, my curiosity gets the best of me. I walk over to it, and lay across it, placing my hands and feet into the stirrups, I rest my eyes, imagining what it would feel like. Suddenly, I hear the basement door slam shut and footsteps down the stairs. I panic and can't get my hands or feet out! To be continued... Master's Mark My Master- You call me and tell me that You are taking me out, but where and what W/we are doing is undisclosed. You tell me only to dress provocatively and not to disappoint You. So i draw a bath, wash my hair, and shave. Because i am excited about seeing You, i play quickly before i step out of the bath. When i towel off, my body shudders as the cold air hits my wet body. i go into my closet and choose as short denim skirt, a tight pink shirt, and a black bra and panties. i debated about the panties, but decided that it is better to remove them if necessary than to face Your wrath if You had wanted me to wear them and i had not put them on. i lift my brown curls away from my face and put a clip in my hair. After i am dressed- i scrutinize my appearance. After a little tweaking, i am pleased with the results, and believe You will be too. i do a little twirl in the mirror, and giggle at my own giddiness regarding Your impending arrival. The last touch is to put on my collar. i still feel shivers down my body when i put it on. You have given me two, one for use when You and i are alone, and one to wear in public. The home one, is openly BDSM. The public collar is the one i put on- silver, clean lines, small clasp in the back that can only be opened again by the You, my Master. It is subtle but clear in its symbolism. i am Yours. i glance in the mirror one last time when You call to inform me You are turning the corner in front of my house and for me to meet You outside. i grab my things and run outside, just to see You pulling up. It is good to see Your face. When i climb in, i am anxious to know what Your plans are this evening, but You do not reveal them to me. Instead, You tell me to be patient-relax. These words i hear from You often, and i am amazed You do not tire of reminding me to do so. You instruct me to play as You drive, but not to cum until You give the word. i turn my body towards You and pull the fabric aside to give my fingers access to my pussy. Already i am wet with anticipation, i have missed You so. As You drive, i become aware of only You, and the sensation i'm giving to myself. Where You are driving has become irrelevant that is until W/we finally stop. It has been hard to touch myself and not cum, and i am breathing heavy, but i managed to accomplish that task by using Your strength to guide me. But when i see where You have stopped- i start to panic. It is at this moment You tell me to cum, but i can't. i sit frozen mid stroke, with my fingers buried inside my pussy. i look outside and see the tattoo parlor and know what Your plans are. i want Your mark, truly i do. i want the world to see i am owned, i am Yours, i am not accessible. but i am scared of the pain, just a little. Again You tell me to cum, and this time You are growing impatient with my lack of action. i look back to You, into Your eyes and renew my playing. i had been so close before the distraction, and so it had taken only moments to renew my vigor. When i cum, i close my eyes and throw my head back, my body racking with my orgasm. You scoop me up, "Good girl, that's My creature" You say. My fears escape my control and tears form on my lashes. i curl up in Your arms and relishing Your strength. "Do not fear, little one. This is My desire. To have My mark on you so that I will always be with you, on your mind, in your thoughts. I will never ask something of you that I do not believe you can withstand. Because you are Mine, you will do this for me, and All will know Who you belong to." And that is what i tell You, through my tears, through my fears. "i am Yours." Then You hook the leash onto the collar. This place You have taken me to is owned by a friend of Yours, and You have already discussed what it is that You want on me. W/we enter, and conversation ceases. You step forward and address Your friend with a hearty handshake and warm greetings. i follow closely behind, eyes lowered, too scared to be disruptive. You take me by the leash and guide me down a short hallway to a room in the back. It has been set up with the tools of His trade. i see small utensils used for branding and some piercing tools. i close my eyes to block the image of impending pain. "Little one, you must remove your skirt and panties," You direct me to climb into the chair then. The Gentleman comes around, and puts my legs up into some kind of stirrup deal, and then fastens them down, so i will not jerk them closed when he is working. You come over, and stroke my face, tell me to relax, that this will make You happy. i want so much to please You. i take a deep breath and let it out slowly, forcing my body to calm. First the Gentleman pierces my clit with a little ring, and that wasn't so terrible. i have experienced far more discomfort from Your hand. But when He heats the small bits of metal to perform the branding i start to panic again. He treats the area on the lower right side of my abdomen, right above the thigh with a special cleanser. This is where You have chosen the brand to be. You keep Your hand on my face, Your voice gently encouraging me. At the first touch of the metal, i nearly faint, but i concentrate on Your touch, Your voice, Your eyes. He proceeds to use other tools to get the mark to Your specifications. Over and over the glowing tools sear me. i am able to finish the experience and remain conscious only through Your strength. The flesh is disfigured due to the swelling and it is hard to tell what it will look like after it has healed. But i am sure that You will be pleased. The work i have seen from Your friend has always been impeccable. After He has dressed the burn, and given instructions about care and cleansing, You have me thank him in the proper manner. i drop to my knees and question Him with my eyes. After a nod of acceptance, i undo His belt and pull out His cock. Not nearly as beautiful as Yours, but i crave the taste of it. i hunger to please Him and in doing so, please You, because of what He has given me. Your mark. i take Him deep into my mouth and inhale His scent. My tongue stroking the length of His cock. i maintain a steady rhythm until He takes control, grabs my hair and thrusts His cock into my mouth. Repeatedly He fucks my face, His cock cutting off my air supply. It is hard to refrain from pulling away, but i know that if i do, You will be disappointed in me. Finally, His thrusting hastens and He cums. i know better than to allow any cum to escape my lips and so i swallow deeply and once again. "Thank You, Sir. It is an honor for me to receive Your talent upon my skin, and then to receive Your cum within my mouth. i am grateful to You." i kiss the palm of His hand once more before turning to You, hoping You are pleased with me. You look at me and smile in that protective way and instruct me to go sit in the truck. Then You dismiss me and turn Your attention to Your friend. i hear You discussing His skill as i walk back through the store. Your hearty laugh is the last thing i hear as the door closes and i am standing on the sidewalk. i climb into the truck and turn the radio on, lightly stroking the new ring, wondering how it looks. i decide that i cannot wait to see it, and so i angle down the rearview mirror and do some impressive gymnastics to enable me to see a glimpse of it before You emerge from the parlor. i see You shaking Your head as You look at me, with a half grin. i can just imagine the state i am in. "girl, sit up. Carry yourself in a manner that would comply with your role as my pet." You start the car, drive just a little further, and then You stop the truck and get out. You take me by the leash again and lead me into a bar and i realize it is Wednesday. Tonight is the night of Your weekly biker meeting. There are men everywhere looking at me and my leash and the Man holding the leash. You greet a few people, and then walk over to a chair and have a seat. i sit at Your feet. You visit with people, catch up on news and stuff, and casually stroke my hair. i am in ecstasy. i ask You if You are thirsty, and You reply "yes". You also tell me to get something for myself to drink, so i go up to the bar and order a drink for each of us. There is a man at the bar next to me. He is rough, unshaven, slightly drunk and does not appear to have had a shower in the last week or two. He pulls on my leash, thinking he's being funny and causes me to spill a little. He then tries to pull up my skirt. You see this, and get up. You walk over to this man and address him and his behavior. You talk about respecting a Man's property, etc. How no one would dare touch His motorcycle or think it permissible to climb onto it and take it for a spin, and the same holds true with this piece of property (me). When he is sufficiently dressed down, You turn to me. You press into my recent brand with Your thumb and i wince. You say "Do you see this?!? This means you are Mine, My property, My girl, My creature. No one can touch you without My permission. Remember that, and I will protect You from men like this one, forget that, and I will turn you out and all you'll ever be with are men like him." Then You turn me around and bend me over the barstool and spank me until the heat rises off of my ass. Tears are streaming down my face and i come close to begging You to stop. Never have You spanked me with Your hand so hard. The patrons in the bar have stopped what they were doing and are now focusing on Your actions, my reprimand. You step back and admire the work You have just done to my ass and then You thrust into me, full force. i feel like i'm going to explode. There was no warning, no prepping, just Your cock inside of me at once. You continue to drive Your cock into me, harder and harder, until i scream. "please, please can i cum?" Your response was to fuck me harder. "How do you ask?" You demand as Your cock drives into me, punishing my pussy. Your body thrusting against the red and welted flesh of my spanked ass. "please, Daddy! please, let me cum for You, Daddy. Please. i am Yours. i am Your whore. i am Your cunt. i am Your girl. Please, Daddy. i need to cum!" And when You say "cum for me now" i do not hesitate like before. i cum for You, because of You. And while i'm cumming, You press Your hand into my brand again. "you are Mine," You whisper to me, as You thrust deeper. "Do not forget this lesson." and then You cum in me. The intensity of the pain, the pleasure, the euphoria, causes me to cum again-or still- i lose track. my only thought is of You and this feeling You give me. Immediately i drop to my knees and clean the cum off of Your cock, thanking You for allowing me to cum, for giving me Your mark, for sharing this lesson with me... You are my World, You are my Soul, You are my Master, You are my Strength, You are my Daddy. Master's Mark She drove up to her Master's house and turned the car off. As she stepped out, she gave herself a few moments to enjoy the sounds of soft sighing leaves in the slight breeze and the warbling of songbirds. Her Master lived in a remote, heavily wooded area that she always enjoyed visiting; the escape from the chaos of city living was something she craved. She pulled her overnight bag from the trunk and walked up the path to the front door. She had a brief moment's surprise that he was not there waiting for her. Usually he had the front door wide open by this point, his arms outstretched for the big bear-hug he always gave her after they had been apart for any length of time. But the door remained shut. Well, she thought, he was probably in the back of the house and didn't hear her drive up. She was a bit early; traffic had been kind and let her get through the city center with minimal delay. She knocked lightly then tried the door handle. The door swung open and she ventured inside. The interior of the house was dark, except for a single candle resting on the small table by the door where she usually dropped her keys. The flame illuminated a folded piece of paper with her name on the outside. She reached for it with a slightly trembling hand and unfolded the paper. Dearest: Please remove your clothes, put on your collar and come to me in the upstairs bedroom. Master She reread the note just to make sure she understood, her heart pounding painfully. Her mind raced over the past two weeks, wondering how she had angered her Master, for surely this formality meant that she was to be punished. In all the many months that she and her Master had been exploring the depths of their relationship, she had never earned more than a hard swat or two for minor offenses. She reveled in obeying her Master and took pleasure in pleasing him. Now, this cold formality struck her like the hardest whip blow, and her stomach clenched at the thought that he may be planning to release her from his collar. But even with that thought turning her blood to ice, she obeyed. Slowly she removed each article of clothing until she was nude. She pulled her collar from the small pocket of her overnight bag and fastened the simple leather band around her neck. Then with a shaky breath, trying to keep the tears in her eyes from spilling down her cheeks, she walked up the stairs. The hallway was pitch black, with the single open doorway at the end giving off just a small glow of more candlelight. She padded silently across the thick carpet and entered the bedroom. Her Master was standing in front of the foot of the bed, waiting for her. Even through her fear and uncertainty, his masculine presence hit her like a warm wind and her body automatically responded. Her nipples tightened to hard little nubs, and the tops of her thighs felt suddenly damp as she lowered her head and went to kneel at his feet. She stayed still and silent, for the first time uncertain of what he expected of her. He also stood there silent. She could hear his measured breathing even over the pounding of her heart. Finally, a soft touch on the back of her head, and then he pulled her in to rest her cheek against his thigh. She kept her eyes closed, trying hard not to let him see her anguish. His voice was low and strong as he began to talk. "Little one, I've been doing a lot of thinking these past two weeks. We have reached a crossroads in our relationship, and it's time for you to make a choice. I know that we've talked briefly about a permanent mark for you, and I have decided what I would have you wear. It is now up to you to decide if you trust me enough to accept the mark without knowing exactly what it will be." She let out the breath that she had been holding in a rush, then broke down sobbing against his leg. Obviously startled, he let go of her head and pulled her upright, peering down into her face. "Dearest, what's wrong? Do you not want to wear my mark?" His fingers were gentle but firm as he lifted her chin up, his signal to her that he wanted to see her eyes. "I thought...I thought you were going to....release me..." She stammered out between hiccupping sobs. Her eyes met his as he stared dumbfounded for a second, then he let out a chuckle and pulled her tightly against his chest. "Ohhhh girl, you poor baby. No, I am not releasing you. Just the opposite. Now, are you ready for my mark? Yes or no right now girl; do you belong to me completely?" She swallowed the last of her tears and nodded vehemently, the top of her head bumping against the bottom of his chin with the force of her agreement. He chuckled again and hugged her, then slowly turned her to face the bed. "Then jump on up and lay down, dearest. I have some equipment to get ready." She crawled up onto the soft bed and lay down, her mind filled with images of what she could have assented to. They had discussed everything from a tattoo to a piercing to even a small brand. She couldn't imagine that he would try to tattoo her himself here in the bedroom; for that matter she couldn't imagine him doing anything they discussed. They had both agreed that any permanent mark would need to be done by a professional in a sterile environment. Indeed, he had teased her about exposing herself to some strange tattoo artist, making her squirm with the combination of embarrassment and arousal that came when he pushed her exhibitionist limits. The muted rustling noises that he was making as he moved back and forth across the room added to her anticipation - she had never been good at patience. The wide leather cuff going around her ankle broke her out of her thoughts. She moaned softly as she felt it snugly wrapped around and then buckled securely. He moved to her other ankle, then both her wrists, moving around the bed as he "clothed" her as he liked to call it. As he strung and threaded the ropes through the rings in the cuffs and pulled her arms up over her head she took a deep breath and relaxed into the familiar warmth of submission to him. He pulled her legs wide apart, pointing towards the bottom corners of the bed. But before he fastened them to the rings that were imbedded into the bed frame he put two triangular, padded rests up under her knees. Now not only were her legs spread open, her knees were raised and opened and her hips tilted in a position that only her gynecologist had ever had her in. He stood up at the foot of the bed after making sure the ropes were secure, and she could see that he had taken his clothes off. A small trickle of moisture dripped slowly down her lips as she looked at his hard cock. Then his hands were sliding down the insides of her thighs and she moaned. His touch always did that to her - took her right out of her head and into the realm of pure sensation. She closed her eyes as his warm fingers massaged and stroked, closer and closer to her lips which were opening for him like a hungry little mouth. A fingertip traced around the outer lips. Another stroked up from the base to push lightly against her hard clit and she let out a gasp of pleasure. One finger from each of his hands, stirring her passion higher and higher with the lightest of touches. She arched up as best she could, her body begging for deeper touches; and he obliged her, both fingers suddenly sliding inside her. The angle and position made her gasp and tense a bit. He was stretching her a bit more than usual. The two fingers inside were probing, sliding deeper, pushing against her vaginal walls until they gently bumped her cervix and she flinched. He made quiet soothing noises as his fingers rested there against the very mouth of her womb. She shivered slightly as she felt them brush across that small bit of flesh that never got such attention. The sensation was intense and oddly intimate. He slowly withdrew his fingers, and after quickly licking her essence off his knuckles he knelt up between her wide-stretched thighs. He reached over and brought up a wedge shaped pillow that he slid under her bottom, raising her hips even further. Then he leaned over her and kissed her deeply as his hard cock pushed slowly into her welcoming warmth. She moaned into his mouth as she felt the penetration. He slid all the way in until she could feel his balls nudging against her bottom and held there. He raised up on his elbows to gaze down into her eyes. She looked up at him; it seemed like he was waiting for something. Knowledge dawned slowly. She had not heard the familiar rip of the condom packet. Her eyes widened in panic as her mind worked through the implications of it. She knew both of them were disease-free; he had always used condoms to protect her from pregnancy. Now, his cock was resting inside her without any barrier between them. This could only mean that.... "Yes, dearest. This is the mark I have chosen. Collars can be taken off, piercings heal over, even tattoos can be removed. This is the one mark that is indelible. And it is the most intimate and total way that I have control over you. " As he talked, he started moving slowly within her. Deep, short thrusts in and out, always keeping the head of his cock close to the opening of her womb. Her mind was having trouble processing the new information. She started to struggle in earnest; but the ropes held her fast and she could do nothing more than wiggle a little from side to side. Her eyes were wide and pleading with him. "Master, please....please don't do this. I can't...have a baby!" Her eyes filled again with tears as she looked up at him with wide, scared eyes. "Shhhh little one. Accept this as you accepted my collar. I want you with me from this time on, and this child that you will conceive will be the bond between us that never can be broken." As he spoke, he continued moving inside her. His hands cradled her head, his fingers stroking her face and hair as he leaned close. His lips brushed against her ear as he continued talking. "You will grow big with my child, and as you blossom I'll be there every step of the way. You will be beautiful to me because you have submitted so completely. I want to show you how sexy you are every day...I'll use your pregnant body in every way imaginable. When your breasts start to grow heavy with milk, I want to taste them as I'm fucking you. And when you deliver our child, I will be there holding you, taking your pain as your ultimate submission. Our child will have a loving, structured home with two parents who love him and love each other. So do not be afraid little one. You will not be alone." His words, and the calm strength she could see glowing in his eyes helped her to relax back and stop straining against her bonds. She answered his pleased smile with trembling lips as he started moving more forcefully. She closed her eyes; she could almost feel her womb open and waiting for his seed. That feeling stirred something deep inside her - a wordless primal feeling of rightness that this was what she was meant for. She opened her eyes and gazed dreamily back up at him. Her thighs relaxed and rested against the cushions as she flexed her muscles around his cock. He answered with a low growl of pleasure and leaned up on his arms to push his cock deeper inside her. "Ahhh, my little girl wants to be a breeder....you want to feel my seed deep in your pussy, don't you? You want me to spurt my hot cum all the way up inside your womb...that's it girl, accept my gift..." As he spoke, his voice deep and rough with passion, she could feel her own lust start to spiral up towards orgasm. She moaned out, "Yes Master, please give me your seed. Get me pregnant and mark me as your own forever..." She started to shake, and felt his body answer with a swelling deep inside her. As her eyes flew wide open with the start of her orgasm, she heard him roar. His back arched and his head flew back. She cried out as she felt the first hard jet of cum land hot and thick against the mouth of her womb. He held himself deep inside her, pumping his seed in spurt after spurt. As the last shudder eased and his head fell forward, he relaxed down on top of her and kissed her deeply. She answered with her whole being, pouring out her love and devotion to this man who had helped her realize who she really was. He smiled down at her as he held his still-rigid cock inside her, and whispered, " You are fertile...I planned this weekend for the exact point in your cycle when you would be the most receptive. Our life together starts now my beautiful woman..." And he started moving again inside her.... Master's Masquerade Dreariness surrounds the bright room in which she sits quietly. Lost in her meditation, the clouds outside mean nothing to her peaceful inner workings. Her body contorted to its state of thought and clearing, her mind continues to race against this daily ritual. She's unable to completely clear His odor from her hair, her body, and her clothes. She inhales deeply to take it in once more and sighs it out knowing when she's been beaten by her thoughts betraying this moment of solace. She gives up then. Picking her body from the plush carpet of the hotel room, she saunters to the window and peers out. Her thoughts turn to the happenings of the previous night. His body pressed to her...her arms and legs bound tight...His scent lingering around her...hands exploring every crevice and curve of her soft skin...His hard thick member piercing into her dripping sweetness over and over...her screams shattering the silence of the dark night...their erotic climax which ended in her being released from the restraints onto His great massive chest and falling safely asleep. Unfortunately, when she awoke in the soft silken sheets of the hotel bed, she was alone. All that was left of Him was a note and a single rose. The note told of His need to go away for business, but also that He would call her later in the afternoon. As she rereads it, tears well in her eyes and her forlorn look returns for she has never not kissed Him goodbye before. "It must have been very important for Him not to wake me," she thinks as she fixes a plate of fresh fruit and iced tea. She nibbles slowly lost in thought. As she places a slice of apple to her lips, there's a knock at the door. Curious, she rises and folds her fluffy robe around her. Pulling the cord tight around her waist, she opens the door to find a bellhop smiling wide. He presents her with an envelope and quickly retreats down the winding hall. Her head cocks to the side as she wonders why he didn't stick around for a tip as is the norm. She shuts the door behind her as her fingers trace the fine paper. She notes quickly that it isn't addressed to anyone in particular. She rushes to the oak desk in the corner and rifles through the drawers to find what it is she needs...a letter opener. The cold metal slices through the thin paper like butter as she pulls it open and finds an invitation. Her delicate fingers trace the fine gold lettering as she reads "You are hereby invited to attend a masquerade ball tonight". A coach will pick you up promptly at 8 PM. Please be waiting in the lobby at the appointed time. Again she reads it and notices it contains no return address or signature or place where this will be held. Anxiety sweeps through her as she wonders what this could be about. Before she can think of anything else, there's another knock at the door. She rushes to meet the person on the other side. Once more, the same bellhop stands before her. This time, however, he holds a large box. He forces his way past her into the room and sets it on the bed. He turns and smiles that same knowing smile as he slips out pulling the door shut behind him. Her body in near shock, she glides to the bed and sits her weight along the box. A large white box tied with a coal black velvet bow leers at her, tempting her to open it. It's then that she notices a card tucked beneath the bow. Inside it says, "Wear this tonight." She flips it over and over and finds that's all it says. Her curiosity gets the better of her as she rips the package open and finds the most delicious thing awaiting her. A black gown of the finest velvet encrusted with tiny rubies and shimmering gold thread embroidered around every piece. She pulls it up to her skin and nuzzles against the softness. Quickly she drags it to the full-length set of mirrors near the bed and dances with the garment as a giddy child would do. The robe slipping down her body, she steps into the exquisite form and finds oddly that it fits her like a fine glove, like it was made expressly for her frame. Strapless and seemingly to hold to her figure as a feather on the breeze, it flares sharply in delicious tiers out just below her stomach. As her fingers run along the dark soft crisp velvet, she feels a swell of fear rise deep within. Who is this from? Why her? Why now? She drops the gown to the floor and backs to the wall. Her breath tight in her chest, she runs and throws herself to the bed. Rolling to the nightstand, her fingers grasp the phone and quickly dial His cell phone. It rings once, twice, three times..."Damn," she screams as the phone drops with the answering service talking loudly. She hangs it up and lies there naked on top of the quilted blankets. Tears rise to the surface as another knock resounds throughout the room. Again, she flies to meet the knocking. Her robe slipping back on, she answers. Again it is the bellhop. He now hands her a small elegantly wrapped box and turns to leave. This time, she reaches to hold him to stay for a moment. "Who is all of this from? Who beckoned you to bring theses to me?" The tall bellhop looks down to meet her gaze and just smiles. "I'm not permitted to say m'lady." At that, he turns and flees quickly, a smile still gracing his face. Slowly, her fingers pry the box open to find many various objects inside. First, she pulls out an intricate mask of black, red and gold adorned with feathers and beads. Next, she finds a crown beguiled in rubies and gold bands of swirls. The final piece of finery in the deep box is a choker of the same ebony leather trimmed with velvet and set with a single heart shaped ruby. A gasp floods her mouth as she steps back to find a chair to fall into. Never has her eyes laid upon such attractive pieces. Her jaw agape, she faintly hears the phone ringing in the background. With a dive, her body flails across the bed to pounce on the irritating ring. She breathlessly utters, "Hello." His voice brings her to reality as He whispers a hello back. She sits up straight and begins to sob to Him the whole story. He sounds as if He's about to laugh out loud as He quietly calms her. "I forgot about the ball precious. I still want You to go on without me. It will be a memorable night I'm sure, and I expect a full report when I return tomorrow morning. Know I'm with You in spirit. I must run now as I'm being called away. My love is with You." Then, without warning, He is gone. Trembling, her hand slips to the side still clenching the phone. Desperately seeking an answer in her mind, she realizes she never got to ask His opinion on what to do about the rest ~ the dress, the jewelry, what this is all about. The wind outside picks up as she paces from the window to where the gown lies in a heap on the floor. Back and forth she continues until she comes to a decision. She shall go to this ball as He had commanded and see why this is all happening, but leave the coach out front in case she wants or needs to depart quickly. With her mind now set, she heads to the shower as time has been ticking away with the utmost speed. The hot water beading up on her body, the pulse of the water pounding down on her breasts, the slippery soap sliding around her body with quickening ease...her hands moving deftly around her arms, legs, only tarrying on the sweet spots momentarily before she washes her hair and slips out. How much she hates to remove the lingering aroma of her Master from her skin, but some things can't be helped. The towel soaks up each tiny droplet as it rubs over her soft skin. A dab of vanilla scented lotion skims across every inch of flesh to make it lusciously pliable. A black satin corset waits to hug fast to her breasts and waist. Each foot steps into it as her voluptuous hips wiggling it up over them. A tiny pair of g-string panties follows to become taut against her sweet lower parts. Unrolling a sheer pair of black stockings, they glide up each milky white thigh effortlessly. The garter snaps into place at the front and back of each lacy topper. She stares at her reflection in the wall of mirrors in the bedroom and is calmly pleased. The crown is carefully removed from the box and held tight as she stares into the gems one by one. Once more, she returns to the bath to fix her hair in a way that suits her face and the gown. She leaves it down, but pins up a few strands at the crown. Tiny crystal rubies are adjusted at different places attached to separate strands to give the effect of floating about her hair. As her head twists from each side, it shimmers with jeweled elegance. With a blast of spray to hold it in place, she spins to make sure that each piece is perfection. Her feet pad along the plush gray carpet to pick up the gown and shake it out. Again, she pulls it against her skin to revel in the luxurious richness of the fabric. Noting the time and the closeness of the appointed hour, she slips her body into it. The bodice grips her breasts like the coils of a snake winding around her. The flowing yards of cloth below sweep around her legs with savory movements. Each foot slips into a set of velvet spiked heels that lift her a few inches above her small 5-foot stature. All at once, she remembers the rest of the finery that was also delivered. Suddenly, she feels like a fairytale princess who awaits her handsome prince. That feeling brings back the fact that her sweet Master is gone. With a silent screaming sadness, she fingers the soft choker wondering what the meaning is behind this band holding taut against her neck now. It too fits with a strange closeness. Finally, she fastens the mask to her facial features, covering up most of her looks, but allowing her sight and smell resting just above her luscious lips. With a twirl, she gives one last inspection before grabbing a small purse and tucks it under her arm. Her soft coal midnight cloak is then draped over her arm. Nerves shot to hell, she moves to the door. Glancing around the room, she heaves a great sigh and departs down the hall. Her senses heightened in great amounts, she notes everything she sees to report it back to her Master as soon as she wraps her arms around Him. The lobby is busy as people prepare to go out for the evening. However, all commotion stops as she steps off of the elevator. Hushed whispers and quiet stares cause her anxiety but also a wondrous elation. The same bellhop from earlier in the day rushes to her side to usher her out to the waiting coach. He takes her cloak and slips it over her bare shoulders to shelter her from the chill gracing the air. The horses even turn to her as she steps from the glass doors. Lightening streaks across the black sky with a crack of thunder accompanying behind. Swiftly, the driver hops down to open the side door. His eyes nearly fondle her as she moves toward him. She is sure to direct him to wait at the destination for her to depart. He nods and beams brightly. She turns once more to the bellhop and smiles softly. He returns with a knowing glance and a huge grin as he turns to leave. The burgundy plush interior cradles her gently as the horses pull away. The coach bounces along the dimly lit street with a constant gait. Across the way, she sees a small envelope and crimson rose tipped in ebony. The stem held fast in her hand, she brings it up to her nose to inhale deeply its aroma. Rapidly, she tears open the tiny paper to find only the words ~ be polite, enjoy yourself, dance with no one, do as you're told, and know I'm watching. Again, no signature! Waves of trepidation wash through her bringing a dread with them. Those words ring out as a horrid premonition that what she has done somehow will bring her harm. Wrapping her cloak around her shoulders fighting back her fears, she stares out the window wistfully. The cab pulls up a long winding drive until it stops in front of a large stone castle. Lit only with torches, the gaping drawbridge is wide open appearing as if it would swallow her whole. Imposing towers jut upward from the bowels of the castle walls. Masked guests rush to and fro as servants attend to their every whim. Their coats and hats are swept away as quickly as they are handed over. Her driver jumps down and calms the horses quickly. "Spooked by the lightening no doubt," she thinks to herself. At once, servants subdue her. One opens the door, one escorts her from the cabin, one primps at her clothes and hair, and one offers her a crystal flute of champagne. The entire dotage causes flames to fly to her face and turn her cheeks to match the color that her name implies. Whisking her through the grand entrance, she glances back to smile at the driver as he waves and climbs inside to wait per her instructions. Coming into the majestic hall, her breath is taken away for mere moments that seem to last a lifetime. Elaborate carvings embellish every corner. Impressive works of art hang from the walls as other sculptures captivate her vision. The air is thick with the delectable incense of prepared food and drink. It hangs around her as dense clouds through which she can see. Her senses beguiled by all of the splendor around her. It is only then that she notices the stares that seem to come from each person that passes by her. Each gentleman proffers a bow to her slightly, each lady extending a smile of warmth in her wake. She thinks to ask why this comes to pass as it is, but she rethinks that and just smiles with a tiny nod of her head. Immediately, her thoughts are haunted by the note from the coach ~ be polite was one of the things it had said. Flush with another pang of fear, she then gazes around the hall to see if she can chose the one who lavished all of this on her. A realization that just about everyone is watching her leads her to fail in that task quickly. Gently guided to another room, her cloak is slipped from her as well as her purse and rushed off. Her mouth opens to object, but the servant is already gone. "Where have they taken my things," she demands with a frown of one female attendant. Taken aback, she replies, "No worries m'lady. They are just being checked in the cloakroom. They will be returned when you leave." At the last part, she snickers and grins widely. Her gown is fluffed to rid it of any wrinkles and brushed for any sign of stray lint. Her body is dusted with a fine gold glitter like powder and her hair doted on to make it just so. A tube of lipstick is offered to her that she takes and glances in the mirror. Her lips purse together in a puckered kiss as she slicks the wetness onto them. Smacking them lightly, she once more checks herself and sees that indeed she has been transformed into a vision of beauty. She never thought much of her appearance before, thinking herself only average...this night however, she can't believe it is the same woman staring back through the looking glass. Now, she is corralled into the main ballroom where couples glide along the dance floor and groups of guests chatter quietly. A minute orchestra is playing a fine waltz in the corner and flowers grace each table. Delicate china drips from each placing coupled with sterling utensils and sheer crystal flutes and goblets. Every face hidden is by a mask but smiles are evident on each. Laughter rises to great heights from all areas of the room. The attendants step back as she reaches the top of the prominent marble staircase. She carefully begins to descend. Her eyes sweeping the bodies, her gait forced, she balances her weight to shift her hips the way a lady would enter a room. A fairy tale comes to mind as she smiles inwardly. Cinderella at the ball! She feigns a giggle as she pictures herself only this morning with her sweaty exercise and silent meditation. Once reaching the platform at the bottom, two men dressed in the finest of tuxedoes (as every male is) take each hand and help her down the last step. They release her fingers with a swift bow and step back a few paces to rejoin their ladies. Unsure of what to do now, she glides with unsure grace to a table and sits down. Her gown relaxing against her legs, she crosses one over another until she is comfortable for the moment. A plate of the ripest, freshest fruit is brought to her with two small bowls joining it. One holds the deepest chocolate sauce and the other offers a rich whipped cream. Her flute is again filled to the brim with bubbling delight. The music floats up through the air cutting into her mind. As she raises the glass to her soft pouty lips, a gentleman offers his hand to her. She gazes up to a man wearing a royal blue mask adorned with tiny seed pearls. His blond hair swept to the side and his frame blocking her view, she smiles but stays her place. He bellows softly, "A dance m'lady?" Remembering the note with a knot in the pit of her stomach, she shakes her head while replying, "No thank you kind Sir, but the offer is appreciated." Her clicks his heels as he bows and smiles simply as he turns to engage in other conversation. She exhales as she thinks that may have been a test of some sort. Again, her eyes sweep the room looking for a sign of her benefactor in this endeavor. This isn't to be once more. After a few hours of drink and dance, the lights dim. The costumed guests take their seats as torches and candles are lit all around. Their stares seem to be focused on the huge platform that resembles to her a great stage. They wait in a still respect. A towering man steps out onto the platform and stands commanding at its edge. There's an air of near royalty about this man. He wears a mask similar that is similar to hers ... jet-black encrusted with small rubies, gold and feathers of the colors on the edging. A blue streak of lightening breaks the night sky outside as his voice booms out above the crowd, "Thank you all for coming this evening. This is a very special night for me, and I'm pleased that you all could attend to witness it with me." Applause rings up as she finds her own hands tapping lightly together. She is mesmerized by this gentleman's powerful presence. Unable to look away, she blindly brings her glass to her lips to sip as she watches and waits for Him to speak once more. "I shall endeavor to entertain you this evening with a willing volunteer." Again applause thunders throughout the room, but not one person moves to be this man's helper. She intently stares at Him, wanting to run to Him by her strange attraction and familiarity of his movements, but held fast in her seat by fear. He comes over to the corner of the stage nearest to her and crooks a finger beckoning her to Him. She glances around nervously to see whom He meant. Realizing that the motion was meant for her, she blushes and shakes her head to refuse. The same men who helped her down the stair come back to hook their arms in hers and pull her to her feet. A gasp climbs to her throat but never makes it out. Before she can object further, she is already wafting past tables and hoisted up onto the wide marble platform. She stands before the crowd, now embarrassed and unsteady. The handsome man comes to stop before her and plucks her hand from her side. He proffers a small kiss to the tips of her fingers, and then pulls her to the center of view. She spins delightfully around to face the guests once again. Unable to see behind their masks, she can only hear their awe in their hushed tones. He thunders out, "The lady scarlet." The audience raise their glasses in a respectful toast. Her voice a tiny whisper, she ekes to Him, "I'm sorry Sir. I think there's been some mistake. I don't know how you know my name, or who You are, but I really think I should go." She begins to back up, her steps cautious. He offers only a loud laugh as her arms are then grabbed by two male figures clad in dark robes. Their faces are also hidden behind masks. As she struggles, He slips off to the side where she can no longer see Him. One man pulls her hands to lock behind her as the other slips a cold metal cuff onto each wrist. A seductive woman steps beside her and bends to her ear. Master's Masquerade "Don't worry sweetie," she hisses, "We're not going to hurt you. We just want to have some fun with such a sweet submissive." At that, she moves behind her. The zipper on her gown is pulled down to just below her bottom. With that motion, it falls to the floor revealing what she dressed underneath. A blush rises to her face as she doesn't dare speak out now. Her thoughts, however, zing in a zillion different places...how did that woman know she was a submissive? How did she get herself into this? Does her Master have any idea that this was going to happen? No, of course He wouldn't have and oh my, will He be infuriated when she reports this to Him. She has to find a way out of this predicament before this goes any further, but how? A grand archway made of the finest steel is brought out to encase her. Her hands are now uncuffed from the steel but bound each by soft leather cuffs to a side of the frame. Then her feet follow suit until she is spread open for all to see. The man then rejoins them and His eyes inspect her every inch and every curve. He is now dressed in a satin black robe held at the waist by a thick gold cord. His face still covered with His mask, she strains to see what makes Him so familiar to her. He allows no such thing as His hand rises to her face and she flinches momentarily. His laughter booms out as He whips the mask from her face. A tear wells in her eye as she becomes more frightened than she has ever been before. She feels like a sacrifice on a grand altar. He slips close to her ear and whispers in a growl, "No harm will befall you so long as you do what comes natural to you, be submissive, be Mine this night." She wants to scream out that she has a Master that she loves, but all she can do in her position is grit her teeth and hiss, "Never." He smiles and once again steps back to admire His attendant’s work. Forgetting the throng of guests, she closes her eyes and imagines herself safe in her sweet Masters keep. Hands caressing her soft skin bring her back to the moment. One set, then another, and yet another glide over her body. He stands in wait, watching closely. He raises a hand and the caresses stop. He steps to her and His fingers dig into her tight corset. With one swift tug, He releases her from her its confining clench. Her breasts spill forth and tumble down with a gentle bounce. She gasps and holds a breath tight inside her chest. The woman returns with a gleaming dagger that she holds point blank to the center of her ample breasts. Torturously slow, she lightly drags it down to graze over her belly and then across her panties. Her eyes watch as the woman kneels and places the steel blade against her thigh. With one cut, she slices the garter from one leg. She moves to repeat the process on the other. Each man rapidly rolls the sheer silk from her legs, only undoing the cuffs to remove the stockings. They again replace the cuffs on each ankle spreading her wide. Rising to her feet, the woman then moves close grinning like a Cheshire cat and slips the point of the dagger into the string hugging her hips. Again, she slices it off and it falls to one side. As this female attendant glances back at Him, she finishes the job and the g-string falls to the floor. Now, she is naked and offered for all to see. The attendants pick up the piles of clothing and shoes, folding them neatly and rush off. The man moves in again and His hand pulls from beside Him a soft red length of material. Sauntering, He moves behind her and slips it over her eyes. With a tight jerk, it secures around her head. Locked in blindness, her heartbeat quickens, her breath becomes shallow, her body rigid. She hears the sounds more clearly now, her other senses heightened at the lack of sight. Whispers roar in her ears with no real words being made out. The breeze blowing in through the tall towering windows feels like a backlash against her tender skin. A growl rises from behind her low beside her face. His voice guttural and deep whispers, "Tonight, you are My little slut. You are my naughty little whore. Everything about you shall be Mine." Her head whips to face the voice, the man...a rage wells up. She does as she's never done before or had reason to and challenges that who she thinks to be a Master. She cries out, "I will never be Yours. I belong to the most wonderful Master and You... You my dear Sir shall never measure up to His standards. Release me now...please. I do not deserve to be treated like this...an unwilling pawn in Your twisted games." The crowd gasps in unison as they await His vengeance. She also holds her breath waiting for a blow to some part of her body. None comes. Only a rumbling chuckle echoes from the great stone walls of the cavernous room. He turns to the guests and addresses them, "The lady says she has a Master better than I. I'd love to meet that Man someday." Again He laughs as the room goes totally silent aside from some stray giggles and snorts. Everyone looks around with trepidation waiting for someone to speak out. No one does. Tears stain the fabric over her welling pools of sorrow. This combined with soft sobs brings Him to smirk. Contented, He makes His way back to the archway and tightens the binds around her limbs. He then ties one cord to the space right above her tiny knees. With a violent yank, her legs are spread wider apart than before. She dares not cry out in pain. Not wanting to give Him that pleasure, she stoically stands stock still in her place. Her toes barely touching the floor, He sees that fact now and moves to her arms. With a tug of the golden rope, she is hoisted up from her balance. Now, her arms are locked up high, nearly pulled out of the sockets but held fast nonetheless. Sweat beads lightly on her tanned skin, as she searches for the reason she came here tonight, but finds none barring her following the wishes of her Master. A snap of fingers is recognized as she then hears a cart being wheeled out to where she hangs. She begins to whimper as she hears a great many tools being shuffled across the metal top. Her fear returns tenfold as her senses dull to the feeling. Suddenly, she feels a crisp leather crop ambling up her thigh. It's tip soft ~ but she knows that with the right flick of the wrist, it's bite can be quite a piercing blow. It grazes along her inner thigh and up softly over her full smooth mound. She opens her mouth, but no sound follows. As she attempts to protest, the tip of the long crop comes flying down across her sweet sex. She grimaces, but gives no pleasure in sound. Whispers immediately reverberate through the populace. This time, the tip trails down her spine and dips lightly through the crack of her round ass cheeks. She hears it slice through the air as it stings fast against the right one. Her entire body flinches, but once more, no sound is heard. He huffs and snaps it down three times in succession against the rounded plane of her ass. Her body rails against the urge to cry out and has gained her the admiration of the people as she hears them gasp in awe. Her teeth nearly bite through her bottom lip as her sum of fears has been joined by another emotion ... anger. How can He do this? How could she let herself be put in this position? What was she thinking? She wasn't, that's the problem. The man is obviously enraged as He bellows out for the attendants to join Him at once. Footsteps scamper to hail before Him. Again, the sound of the tools being moved about can be detected. He delegates who is to take which object. The Amazon of a woman holds a long slim metal vibrator in her hands. One male is given a cat~o~9 tails whip and the other, two shiny silver nipple clamps. They move closer to her as she hears the man once more behind her. He's mumbling something about this all being wrong. Not right at all. With His weight shifted behind her, His strong hands slide her wrists up high above her head. Something clangs on the floor and scrapes along the smooth marble. She has no clue as to what that could be until a curved bar is bent into her back and fixed to the large frame. It forces her back to bow with her breasts thrust out unwillingly toward the watchers. He then mumbles again and a soft pad is slipped to create some semblance of comfort to her back. He paces around and around her. Inspecting her, as a choice cut of beef is surveyed by a skilful butcher, He stops directly in front of her. He makes no more sounds. The only thing gives Him away as to being present is His scent. She inhales deeply, recognizing it momentarily before He steps back. She shakes her head thinking it must be delirium causing this madness of recognition. Snapping fingers jolt her back as hands run along her body once more. Someone's tongue slips up her thigh so very close to her wetness. With disbelief, she finds herself growing more and more aroused at this whole scene. She rails against it with everything she is inside. She doesn't want to be here, she doesn't want this; she wants to be back in the hotel room waiting for Master to come back. The wet probing tongue slips across her pussy lips with an intense rush. She hears a soft female sigh below and comes to know that the woman is lapping at her. At first, she tries to twist in her binds, but finds the movements so pleasing that she stops and just lets her head fall back. Again, she fights hard the feelings of arousal as she's never had a woman ever touch her before nor wanted that. The sensual scent of her glistening sex fills the heavy air around her. Incredulous to this, her body rails against it, but again fails. Fingers entwine in her hair as it dips back and pulls it back harder. It is one of the males: the one with the clamps. She knows because he is slipping one to pinch down on each of her pert nipples. Hardening to this act, they scream with pain. They flatten to a perfect thinness. He tugs on each gently, just enough to bring a wince to her features. The woman has begun to plunge the vibrator into her dark heat. The other attendant, the one with the whip, starts to dance the tails along her soft ass. He rears back and snaps the leather strands across her with a stinging force. The whips create sharp red trails along where they strike. She still refuses to make a sound. The only evidence that she feels anything is the expressions she wears telltale on her face. As the three continue their work, the commanding man slips up beside her. He presses His thickness through His robes into the side of her bent body and breathes heavily in her ear. His fingers snap once more as all other actions stop. She trembles from deep within against His massive frame. He licks at her earlobe as He whispers, "You are so pleasing. I'm going to make you truly Mine now my precious pet." She gasps as only one person has ever called her that...her Master. She jerks against the restraints with a fervent need to escape. Her voice whispering only one word over and over..."no, no, no." Fear grips her soul to the core as her heart slams against her chest. His hands move to the front of her heaving chest. With a catlike quickness, His powerful fingers tear into the soft down flesh of her breasts. Gritting her teeth, she strains against the man's hungry lacerations. The clamps pierce wickedly into her tender buds with more force. His breath labored, trying to hold something back, He turns away from her. For what seems to be a torturous eternity, He is silent...the crowd is muted...the attendants are quiet. Quizzically, she strains to hear if she may now be alone. A click of metal on metal signifies that she was mistaken. His feet stomp back to her. Very close to her face, a metal wheel whirs loudly. Wanting desperately to move away from the tool, she panics and flinches. He chuckles softly and digs the tools tiny teeth into her shoulder. The pointed spikes don't press hard enough to pierce the flesh, but it pricks along her neckline down each arm. As He rolls it back up, it crosses her cheek and again whizzes down her neck. This time, it trips down her breast. Already sensitive from the twisting He gave just moments ago, it send tingles down to the very tip of her toes. Her body succumbs to the impression and shivers continuously. The sharp instrument glides across her stomach muscles, past her full hips and sweetly dances down her creamy thighs. She feels Him kneel below her, His breath inches away from her now trickling excitement. His voice rumbles across her as He bellows, "Bring me the things on the cart...NOW!" This deafening thunder mixes with the torrent storm brewing outside and shakes her body from the inside out and back. Feet clamber to Him dropping their weapons of agony and amusement at her feet. The bar is removed from her back. She exhales, as her misshapen body is now a bit more comfortable. However, that isn't what He has in mind and isn't what is going to remain to be. First, the tool He was pricking her skin with is moving back up her leg. Over her damp inner thigh it travels. Moving higher, it doesn't pierce her flesh, but she can feel it all the same. It flicks against the supple folds lying open between her legs. One tooth barely nicks against the hard tiny button that shines in the middle of her seductive mound. She gasps loudly. Her sudden finding of the voice He’s wanted to hear pleases him. Back and forth, a gentle sawing motion is enforced upon her clit. Unable to stand much more, she allows a soft sweet moan to escape her pursed lips. So very pleased, He too lets a growl of satisfaction escape. The tool is thrown aside, but quickly His fingers replace it, digging, prying, and pulling the dripping ooze from inside her warm darkness. The cords at her arms are loosened but only to cause her to bend forward a few degrees before stopping and being pulled tight again. A hard thump is heard on the cold marble floor. He lets loose a subdued laugh as the hard and unyielding flogger is pressed against the tight pucker of her ass. It dips forward to her sweet juicy pussy and He rolls it along, wetting it sufficiently. It slips into that tight chasm as her back arches to fend off the pressure. Once in place, someone holds it there as He returns to fucking her cunt with two fingers. They stretch and pry at the fresh flaps of skin, entering hard and swift. His groans begin to ring out to the night air, as her moans become a melodious match, creating an engaging harmony of pleasure. The flogger has gained motion as well as it probes to bump inside against His strong fingers. She's become a see saw of lust. Then, all actions stops! Silence falls as she hears the man stand up and face her. His breath is still shallow, His gait slow. At once, He commands loudly, "Close the curtains now and leave...all of you." Deep crimson curtains drop across the stage and shuffling feet scurry from the area. Conversation returns from the dining room now muffled by the heavy material that separates her from the rest of the room. She thinks perhaps now she's alone. She is wrong. He climbs behind her, mounting her as one would a wild mare. His raging manhood presses against the stinging cheeks of her ass. His hands grasp it and tease along her soaked slit. With one long stroke, His hard thickness slices into her. She screams out havoc to the cool pillars of stone. His thrusts become violent, needy. His fingers shred into her pliant skin with each ram of His great cock. Her painted nails dig into the sweaty palms of her hands as she grips His raging member deep inside. The muscles of her cunt sucking His engorged sex deeper, milking Him, holding Him fast. His hands smack harshly against her held high ass cheeks. The palms cracking over and over match the pace of His hips flying into her. His grunts combine with her shrieks to wail out above the night sky. His face dips down close to her, still pounding His piece into her with an incredible force. He growls, "Do not cum until I say, understand My slut?" She manages to eek out a tiny squeal. He then slams His cock to her and yells, "You shall call me Lord or Master My little bitch." She cries out, "Never." His hardness continues its onslaught of passion buried inside to the hilt. He entwines His fingers within her mane and yanks back holding her head tightly. As His urges near completion, His pace increases, fucking her with a furious fire raging out of control. He sounds as a wild ferocious animal as He growls once more to her, "Cum my little slut, cum with your Master NOW!!!" Her body laments under Him as it unleashes a blaze of pent up desire. For reasons beyond her own comprehension, she cannot deny it or Him. Her fluids flow without warrant as His groans reach heightened proportions. Teeth dig into the flesh between her neck and her shoulder as He clamps down hard. He holds there fiercely biting down with a lustful wrath. His cock begins to pummel her as His juices spray into her deep dark dripping cunt. Their priceless fluids mix and mingle, combining in a volatile explosion. They groan and growl and moan and scream until both are spent and weary. His lumbering frame lies on her, pulling her limbs tight in the restraints. As their breathing returns to normal, He removes Himself and snaps His fingers. All at once, shuffling feet are heard clearing the platform area except for her and the archway, which holds her still. Then, they are alone there. He unties her with a tender care. She drops to the floor and lies in a small heap of anguish. He ambles to her and with a gentle sweep, He lifts her to His warm embrace. She stands as a cold statue, stoic and stock-still. Her arms drop to the side not touching Him, not wanting to be near Someone who could take her like this. Someone so familiar, Someone she feels that she has known perhaps in another life, yet Someone she can't possibly know. He claps and her clothes are returned to her pressed and hung on a satin hanger. The servants dress her quickly. She then stands confused and still in a daze, angry as ever, but quiet. The curtains are quickly pulled back once more as He faces the crowd and smiles warmly. She smirks until His hand reaches up to remove His intricate mask. A flushed heat takes her breath away. As the mask is flung to the side, it reveals Him, all of Him. The last thing she sees before her eyes close and she spirals backward to the unyielding marble floor is the handsome features of her Love, her Master, her Lord. Awakening to a blurred vision of Him, she cries softly. Tears streak down as quickly as His fingertips can sooth them away with a gentle brushing motion. Cradled in His capable arms, she sobs and lies back attempting to regain her composure. He lifts her up to present her to the throng of people who all wear concerned looks. All at once, He smiles and it warms her to the center of her heart. She softly smiles back and then remembering herself, she moves from Him. Dropping to her knees, she hikes her gown back above her legs. Spreading them apart as wide as they will allow, her head bows down in quiet reverence. Her breasts push forward, her hands slip down to turn upward on her thighs. Her breathing slows as she awaits Him. He strolls around her in a wide circle before bending and taking one hand in His. Pulling her up to Him, His strong arms wrap tightly around her. He crooks her neck to the side and traces the outline of His mark on her wounded flesh. He whispers away from the others, "I'm sorry I did this. I had to know that you wouldn't willingly go to any Other. It is a custom among some Members of this life that I was coaxed into doing not very willingly. This proves that you are Mine my little one. This seals the deal between us now." A tear slips to her eye once more and as He reaches to brush it away, she stops Him. She quietly whispers, "No Master, it is a tear of happiness, of content pleasure. Let it fall." Master's Masquerade Once the scene has completed, many guests come to shake His hand and hug her tight. It is only then that she recognizes many as people they've had dinner with, or gone out with, or just known previously. A blush rises as she has seen this type of rite done a few times before. Never in a million years had she thought that this ritual was being performed on her now. She giggles at this and smiles warmly as she stands proud with her arm linked in His. She knows that she is now His for always. She looks forward to the soft loving making that will surely come when they are actually alone and sighs once more, content as she should be.