25 comments/ 110222 views/ 55 favorites Spent By: Sir_Nathan I had teased her mercilessly. Almost every hour I'd called her. I had just asked her if the sound of my voice still turned her on. She cleared her throat and in a quiet voice said that it did. I had her brush her fingertips over her nipples to make sure they were hard. She did and said they were. I smiled and hung up. When next I called I asked her why my voice turned her on. She replied that she loved its depth and tone, and listening to me never failed to give her butterflies. She admitted she had been thinking about the sound of it for an hour. I asked her to pinch her nipples gently. She moaned softly into the telephone and I hung up again. When I called again I could hear the eagerness in her voice. I said I thought someone was getting excited. She agreed she was. I had her squeeze her thighs together and tell me what she had been thinking about. Breathlessly she said she didn't know. I said that wasn't good enough and to separate her knees by two inches. She sighed plaintively and said, "Yes, Sir." I told her to answer the question and I listened to her breathe down the telephone line as she fought to answer. "I... I've been thinking about p... playing, M... Master," she whispered. I smiled while I made her sweat. I loved how she stuttered as she became excited. It was adorable. I finally broke my silence. "Playing?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Her breath shortened. "P... Playing with myself, Master." "Perhaps you mean... solitaire?" I asked teasingly. I heard her swallow again. I love what 'dirty talk' does to her. It's so much fun. "I mean, m... masturbating, Master." "I see. So you mean playing with your cunt." "Y... Yes, Master," she rushed, breathing hard. "Say it." "Playing w... with my c... cunt, M... Master." "Good girl." I hung up. An hour later I called her again. I talked about the weekend. I asked her if we had plans. I asked whether we had time to visit my mother. She answered but she sounded a little desperate. "Are you all right, pet?" I asked, smiling. "Yes, M... Master." "I have to go." "Ohh..." she moaned in frustration as I hung up the receiver. I was enjoying this far too much. I chuckled. By now she would have realised I was calling almost on the hour. I left it an extra fifteen minutes before I called her back. "Hello, pet." "Thank you for calling me so many times today, Master." "You are welcome, little one," I said, as if distracted. For a moment I listened to her soft, halting breaths. I knew she was wondering if I had to leave again. However, she also knew the importance of silence and not to fill it unnecessarily. I finally asked, "Are you wet, Ally?" "Oh... yes, Master," came her quick reply. I could hear her smile. "You have a wet cunt." She gasped then replied quietly, "Y... Yes, Master." "Say it." "I... I have a w... wet cunt, Master." "Are you still in your nightie?" "It's after midday, Master!" "I beg your pardon?" "Oh!" I hung up. This time it was an hour and a half before I called her back again. I was enjoying myself. She probably thought she was in trouble. "Hello, Allison." "Oh, Master. I'm so sorry. I didn't think before and just -" I interrupted her. "If I ask you a simple question, I expect a simple answer. I do not expect the simplicity of the question to be pointed out to me." She gulped. "Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Master." "Apology accepted. Now pinch your nipples and squeeze your thighs together." Her breath quickened. "Y... Yes, Master." "When I hang up, you will go and get your nipple clamps and put them on, tighten them to medium, and not remove them for any reason until I call back. If you are not in shorts and a t-shirt already, go and change now. Nothing else. Clamps under the t-shirt." "Yes, M... Master," she breathed. I hung up. I called her back just before I left work for the day. I smiled as I pressed the numbers. I'd left it for another hour and a half. "Hello, my pet." "Oh, Master. Th... Thank you for calling back." Now she was desperate. "You are welcome, my little one," "I h... hope your day is g... going well, Master." "Hold up your t-shirt with your teeth. Take off the clamps." "Y... yes, Master." In moments her breathing became laboured as her bunched up t-shirt was held in her mouth. She was breathing fast through her nose, right into the receiver. I imagined her unscrewing one of the clamps and in a second she gasped. "Good girl. Other one." "Mmm... MMMMmmm..." she moaned as the second one came free. "Good girl. Caress them." She mewed as she did so. "Drop the shirt. Pinch them through the material." "Ohh..." "Tighter." "Ohhhh..." "Let go." "Mmmmm..." "Caress them." "Oh, Master. They're throbbing and hot." "And hard." "Oh, yes, Master. So hard... Mmmmm..." "Squeeze your thighs together again." "Ohhh..." "How wet are you?" "Ohhh, so wet, Master." "Dripping?" "Y... Yes, Master." "Your cunt is dripping." "Yes, Master. M... My c... cunt is dripping." "Good girl. I have to go. I'll see you soon." "Please, no, Master!" "What is it?" "Please Master, please, please may I play?" "No. Wait until I get home. Then, if you ask nicely..." I let the implication sink in. She would have to ask face to face. She swallowed and in a small voice replied, "Y... Yes, Master." "I'll be home in forty-five minutes." "Y... Yes, Master." I hung up. **************** Ally had outdone herself. When I entered our home, I was pleasantly surprised by the sight of so many candles, and by soft music wafting through the house from the lounge room. I decided then and there that I would have to tease her more often. The scent of a delicious dinner wound itself around my senses as I dropped my briefcase in the walk-in wardrobe and changed into jeans and a t-shirt. I washed my hands and face in our ensuite before making my way to the kitchen. Ally greeted me with a kiss on my cheek and asked if my day went well. I smiled meaningfully at her and replied that it was delightful. Small talk ensued and I studied her as she put the finishing touches to our meal. She caught a couple of my looks and smiled back. Ten minutes later we were eating. After dinner I loaded the dishwasher, turned it on, and returned to my recliner to read while Allison showered. Throughout dinner I had said nothing about our phone calls. The persistent light blush in her cheeks told me she was still thinking about it, and turned on. While we ate, I almost relented, but wanted to see how long it would take for her to ask. When she returned from her shower, I looked up from my book and rested it in my lap. She stood between my recliner and the couch, hands clasped behind her back, waiting for instruction. She had put her t-shirt and shorts back on. "Wouldn't you have felt more comfortable in something else, little one?" I asked. "I um... I didn't know... what to... um... ohh..." "Ahhh... I hadn't asked you to change, had I?" I asked, understanding at once. "No, Master," she replied. Her bottom lip was getting a work over. "Good girl." "Thank you, Master," she said, bowing her head. I returned my attention to my book, smiling to myself. Noticing the music had ended, I glanced across at the stereo system. "Would it please you to listen to something light in the background, Master?" she asked quietly. "It would," I replied. "Sit on the couch when you have done so, little one." "Yes, Master." She was the expert when it came to music and she always made good choices that reflected the mood. She chose something classical then returned to sit on the edge of the couch across from me and wait. After a while she picked up and flicked through a magazine. She even hummed to herself and twirled some of the hair framing her face. But nothing held her attention and she kept glancing at me. Fifteen minutes must have passed before she had finally worked up her nerve. I smiled as she whispered, "May I please play now, Master?" "Sure, little one," I replied, continuing to read. "Th... Thank you, Master. Thank you." She stood and made to leave. "Where are you going?" I asked, looking up from my book. She stopped in her tracks and turned to me. "T... To the bedroom, Master," she answered quietly, standing still and looking down at the floor. "I did not say you could leave the room to play." She bit her lip again. "Forgive me, I just thought - " "It's all right, Ally," I said softly, interrupting her. "Just ask the right questions." "Y... Yes, Master," she whispered, her eyes flicking up to mine. As she continued, she broke into a naughty grin. "I... I like p... playing for you, M... Master." I closed my book and placed it on the coffee table, relaxing back in my chair. "Why?" I asked, smiling back at her. "B... Because it t... turns you on, Master." Her chest began to rise and fall more noticeably as she stood before me. Her nipples hardened and pressed against her t-shirt. She wrung her hands together as she looked up at me in desperation. "Yes?" I asked, smiling at her. "M... My toys are in the other room, Master," she whined. "Your toys?" I asked, feigning annoyance. "Um, I mean, the toys you gave... I mean..." Her head dipped again and she spoke quietly. "Y... Your toys, Master." "I see. Did you ask if you could use my toys?" "N... No, M... Master." "So," I smiled, "You assumed that because you asked if you could play and I agreed, that you could leave the room and play with my toys." "Y... Yes, Master." She blushed scarlet. "You are a naughty girl, aren't you Allison." "Y... Yes, Master." "Sit." She sat back down on the edge of the couch. "While you are sitting there, I want you to think about what you want little one. Be specific, honest, and forthright. Open. Understood?" She nodded. I repeated myself a little louder. "Understood?" She looked up at me. "Yes, Master." "Take off your clothes." "Master?" she asked brightly, her smile returning. "Well, I did say it was all right to play, didn't I?" She smiled hopefully. "You did, yes, Master." "Then take off your clothes," I repeated, smiling. "Yes, Master." I leaned forward and picked up my Jamieson's, taking a sip and watching her carefully. Allison had a lovely body. Of course she worked at it. Because of her body type, and her daily gym regimen, she was slender and toned. Her skin was very pale, blushing readily and marking easily. Her yellow-flecked green eyes nicely offset her long, dark auburn hair. Tonight it was in a ponytail braided down her back, with a little left out to frame her face. I liked it like that. Allison peeled her t-shirt over her head. I smiled when she looked at me and bit her lip once more. I let my eyes appreciate her lovely breasts. She knew how her nipples looked. They were crinkled and screwed into tight little balls of sensitive pink flesh. In the flickering candlelight, they cast dancing shadows across the generous curves of her breasts. Her chest appeared airbrushed with a dusting of coral-coloured paint. Her cheeks reddened as she undid the catch at the waistband of her shorts. I sipped again as I watched her. As I was starting to harden, I adjusted myself in my jeans. A little smile curled at the corners of her lips and I realised she had noticed. I winked. She blushed again as she rocked her hips, sliding her shorts down over them, then down her legs and off. She shuddered a little as she took a deep breath, preparing to speak. She licked her lips. "Master, w... would it please you to have your naughty girl play with some of your toys?" I smiled. "Much better, little one. Yes, it would. But allow me to choose which ones." "Y... Yes, Master," she replied. I watched her for a moment. The skin of her chest had turned from light coral to slightly darker blotches. I watched as she swallowed and smiled a little, waiting for me to do something. Anything. I put down my glass and stood, rounding the coffee table and standing before her. I gathered cushions and placed them strategically at the end of the couch. Leaning down to kiss her forehead, I placed my hands on her shoulders and guided her into a reclining position, facing my chair. With both feet still on the floor her body was bent awkwardly. I lifted her right leg with one hand behind the knee and the other around her ankle, then made a wish and spread her legs, placing the sole of her right foot on the couch. Ally's chest was rising and falling more rapidly now, and she blushed more as she attempted to close her knees. I smiled into her eyes and she gasped as I pushed her right knee against the back of the couch. "Leave them like that." "Yes, M... Master," she whispered. I took her left hand by the wrist and placed it on her left breast, then took her right hand and placed it on her pussy. "Just gently, okay?" "Y... Yes, Sir." Her eyes closed and she mmmed softly as her fingers began slowly caressing herself. "Hey," I said, getting her attention as I rose to my full height, smiling down on her. "Um... Y... Yes, Master?" she asked, halting her movements. "You are absolutely fucking beautiful. So stop worrying about how you look. Okay?" "Mmmmm... Y...Yes, Master," she said softly and smiled, closing her eyes again. I watched her for a minute and stole a few lengthwise strokes of my cock. She was so delicate. So beautiful. Such a nasty girl when she was worked up. Okay. Time to get some toys, I thought. Allison grasped in thin air as I made to leave. "Master..." "Just relax for a moment," I said. "I'll be back in a minute or two. Keep playing." She relaxed into the cushions and resumed her gentle caresses. I smiled again. Walking purposefully into the playroom, I kneeled down in front of the toy box and opened its lid. Tonight will be about pleasure, not pain, I decided. I selected the big dildo, holding it up in front of my eyes. This is the one that stretches her so much she shudders, I thought. I smiled and shook my head. I also chose a ball gag, some anal beads, fancy vibrating nipple clamps, three silk scarves, her 'licker', and a slim, silver, three-speed vibrator. I grabbed some lube and bundled everything into the scarves and returned to the lounge room. Entering as quietly as I could, I peered over the back of the lounge to see her still gently stroking her body. With her eyes closed, I had a moment to admire her. Slowly scanning down between her legs, I was pleased to see she was not penetrating herself, but continuing to sensuously caress her opening in small circles. The moisture on her fingers glistened in the candlelight. "Aren't you a good girl," I said softly, leaning on the back of the couch. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at me. Again she swallowed before asking, "Master, may I slide my f... fingers into my pussy? Just to... f... fuck it a little bit?" "You may," I answered. "But only two." "Yes, Mastoohhhh..." She moaned, sliding her fingers up her cunt and arching her back. I walked around the couch and backed up to my recliner. As I sat, I leaned forward and moved my book, placing the little sack of toys on the coffee table. Fortunately, nothing rolled away as I opened the scarves to reveal all the toys I'd brought. "Oh, Master..." Ally pleaded, watching me and sliding her fingers in and out of herself faster. I looked into her eyes. Her desperation had returned. I looked down her body then back up again. I liked what I saw. "Yes pet?" "H... How is it that you m... make me like this?" "Slow down your fingers." "Yes, Master," she said, slowing down and scooting up a little from her slumped position. Meeting her eyes with mine, I stared for a moment then scanned slowly down to her pussy once more. Allison's pussy is very pretty. Nestled comfortably between her thighs, it is very pink and her outer lips redden and swell markedly when excited. The colour contrasts extremely with the surrounding skin, and she gets very wet. Her fingers slowly slid back and forth in and out of herself, making a lewd but quiet sucking sound. I smiled and she spread her legs wider. "Continue fucking your cunt," I said simply. I barely recognised my own voice and immediately realised I too had become breathless. "Y... Yes, Master," she breathed as the blush flared anew in her cheeks. I picked up my Jamieson's again and sipped. I was getting very hard all over again. I thought about her question. "How is it you make me like this?" I decided a question like that needed an answer. "Allison?" I asked. She licked her lips before leaning up a little and responding, "Yes, Master?" "The answer to your question about how I make you like this.... is... I don't." She swallowed. "I'm not sure if I... I understand, Master." "My job is to provide you with a safe place where you can be yourself, my pet. I don't 'make' you do anything." She laid her head back on the cushions and closed her eyes. I heard her whisper, "Mmmmmm... Yes, Master," as the two fingers began to pump more quickly in and out of her cunt. "Keep your eyes closed and do as I say, little one. You know that's what you want." She slumped down a little in the couch and I saw her twist her fingers at the full extent of her digital penetration. She moaned softly. This was moving too fast. "Fingers out and look at me, little one. Play with your nipples. Both hands." She slid her slick fingers from her pussy then brought both hands up to her breasts. She opened her eyes halfway, looked at me and she gave me a sexy smile. I glanced down at her chest. Her right nipple was shiny with her juices. I smiled, then looked back up into her eyes. "Roll them between your fingers and thumbs, sexy girl." "Mmmmm..." "Make them hurt a little..." "MMMmmm..." "Harder..." "Oh!" Her thighs began to close as if she wanted to squeeze them together. I let her almost get there. "Keep your legs spread." "Ohhh..." she moaned, then bit her lip. "Lift your breasts by the nipples." She did. "Oh... Oh, Goddd... M... Master..." "Higher." "Oohhhhh..." "Release and caress them." "Mmmmmm..." "Look at me," I said. She opened her eyes and breathed hard. She looked like she was about to laugh and her chest was heaving. "Why are you so happy?" I asked. "Because I am free, Sir," she grinned, rolling her hips and displaying herself to me. Now 'that' is a fine answer, I thought to myself. I chuckled and shook my head, letting my eyes travel back down her body. "You are such a dirty girl." "Uh huh," she replied, giggling. She cupped her breasts and squeezed, sending her nipples pointing in absurd directions. Holding her breasts firmly and squeezing inwards, in moments her nipples were again between her fingers and thumbs, being pinched savagely. "MMMmmmmmm..." she moaned. With an idea in my head I looked down to the table and found the clamps. They had bright pink weights hanging from them containing a battery. A switch on the outside set them vibrating. Unfortunately when I purchased them, they weren't tight enough. But after a little tinkering I was able to extract the required compression. I tossed them between her legs. "Clamps now." She sat up a little straighter and diligently applied the clamps, one after the other. I had her tighten them until she made noises that satisfied me. "Turn them on low." "Mmmmm... Yes, Masterrr..." she breathed hotly. She turned them on and her hands fell down by her sides. Her fists opened and closed while she gritted her teeth, arched her back and spread her legs widely. "Very pretty, little one," I said, stealing another caress of my aching cock. Spent She closed her eyes and writhed. "MMmmmmmmmm... Ooohhhhhh... M... Master... so goooood..." I picked up the clear latex anal beads, twisting them before my eyes and admiring how they slowly became larger and larger. I tossed the toy and the tube of lubricant between her legs. "Lube up the beads and slide them up your ass, dirty girl." She gulped and picked up the items. I sipped my drink again as I watched her. When she was ready to press the first bead into her ass, I stopped her. "Put a cushion under your ass and slide down a little. And when you push in that toy, I want you to slide two beads in, then one bead out, until it's all the way in. Understood?" She nodded and flicked her eyes over to me. "Yes, M... Master." She lifted her hips and slid a cushion under herself. In doing so she slid down anyway. That's better, I thought to myself. Her eyes closed as the fingers of one hand gripped the cheek of her ass and she brought the lubed toy down to her asshole with the other. She pressed and the two smallest beads slid into her. "Ohhh..." she moaned softly. I smiled as she pulled one bead out then pressed again, sending the next two beads steadily into her asshole. "Oh... Ohhh..." "Caress your clit." She was on autopilot now. A slut was born. My own personal slut. My plaything. My fucktoy. Two fingertips reached for her clit and stroked slowly up and down its length. I continued directing her. "Use a fingernail. Keep pushing in the beads." She arched her back each time she pushed them into her ass. "Ohhh...." I got up and moved over to the couch. Allison's eyes popped open as I sat down on it. We smiled at each other, before she closed her eyes and lay back again. I dragged the toys over in front of me. I picked up her licker and turned it over in my hands. I located the speed control and on/off switch while admiring its wickedness. Made of light blue latex and lewdly fashioned into the shape of a mouth with protruding tongue, when switched on, the tongue vibrated from slow to fast, but frustratingly lightly. Allison's glazed eyes shot open when I turned it on low, recognising it immediately. I smiled into her eyes and offered it to her. She whispered, "Thank you, Master," and took the licker in her hand. "Use the licker as you would like to be licked. Leave three beads sticking out of your asshole." She pressed the last bead in. "Ooohhhhh... D... Done, Master." "Good girl. Barely graze the licker against your clit as you circle it." She did. Her back arched. "Ohhh..." I slid one of the scarves out from under the remaining toys. I leaned down and deftly tied her ankle to the centre-front support. She sighed as I knotted it tight. "I'm going to blindfold you," I said. "Oh, yesss, Master," she groaned, lifting her hips and pressing her clit more firmly against the licker. I picked up the two remaining scarves and stood, quickly taking a couple of paces around to the end of the couch. Crouching down, I twisted one scarf a couple of times, then had Allison lean forward a little while I looped it over her eyes and tied it tight under her ponytail. I rearranged the cushions a little so she could put her head back down. I laced the other scarf through the end of her ponytail, knotted it, then gently pulled it down tight over the arm of the couch to the back-corner support where I also tied it tightly. I stood up and looked down on her. A light sheen of perspiration had gathered on her top lip and she was pressing the licker firmly against her clit with her right hand. Two fingers of her left hand slid in and out of her cunt. Her hips rolled in a sensuous circle with each thrust of her fingers. "Mmmmm..." she moaned, feeling her hair tethered. I reached down and caressed her cheek with my fingertips while admiring her body and squeezing my steel hard cock with my other hand. I almost groaned myself. "Oh, Master..." she whimpered. "What is it little one?" I asked, moving back around to sit down between her spread legs again. "I... I feel like s... such a... a whore..." "Why do you feel like a prostitute, little one?" "N... Not a p... prostitute, M... Master... A dirty w... wanton s... slut!" Lifting her wrist gently, I ensured contact between licker and clit was broken. She raised her hips and whimpered in frustration. "Keep fucking your pussy with your fingers," I said. She did. "You look like a sexy girl in need, little one. Anyway, what is a whore?" I asked, lowering her wrist and letting her reach her clit again. "A... Ohhh.... A... me... meee... I... I'm a whore! Ohhh...." "No, my beautiful girl. You are not a whore," I said, raising her wrist again and swapping the licker for her vibrator, already turned on low. "You are my whore." "Yess... Yesss..." she said deliriously, feeling the buzzing vibe inches from her clit. "I'm your whore, I'm your whore..." Her chest heaved and her swollen nipples throbbed. I let her press the tip of the vibrator to her clit and her body shuddered. She was almost on her back and the weights hanging from each nipple clamp hung slightly outwards, providing an extra tugging sensation. Her hair was now pulled taut, and she could slide no further down. Turning off and putting down the licker, I picked up the huge, veiny, cock-shaped dildo. Made of flexible bright pink latex, this enormous ten-inch weapon had a diameter of almost two inches. Without the regular exercise provided by her Ben Wah balls, Allison's muscular little cunt would be ruined by something like this. I turned it in my hands. I could hardly believe she was able to bury the entire length. "Does my whore want to get fucked?" I asked quietly, turning to look at her. Her mouth was open and an almost constant low moan was issuing from her throat. God, she looked so hot. Blindfolded, spread and tied, the blush had consumed her body now, and I was delighted by the micro trembles that ran through her muscles. "Please..." she whispered. "Please what, my whore?" "Please... I need..." "What do you need, little one?" "I need to get... fucked," she whimpered in a little girl voice. "My whore needs to get fucked." "Yesss..." "Say it." "Y... Your whore... needs to... to get f... fucked, Master." "Slide your fingers from your cunt, my slut. Turn the vibrator to medium." She did and I released her wrist. "Ohhhhh...." "Put your fingers in your mouth. Suck them till they're clean. Don't you cum." "N... No, M... Master," she said before slipping her slick fingers between her lips. I reached up and switched the nipple clamps to medium as well. She arched her back and groaned, her fingers falling from her mouth. "Please..." "Beg. " "Ohhh..." she almost cried. "Please... please, Master... I want to fuck... I need to fuck..." "Your cunt needs attention, doesn't it, little one?" "Oh, God... YES, Master..." "You want to fuck your hot little cunt for me, don't you, princess?" Her free hand was waving in the air hoping I put something in it. I almost laughed. I thought, God, my cock is so hard. So very fucking hard. I'm going to cum on her. On her face. All over her. As she cums. "I want to fuck... please, Master... please..." I put her big dildo in her hand. "Tease your cunt for me, little one." "Oh, Master... ppllleeaaase..." she protested. But she did. She inverted the big fucking toy and slid it up and down between her lips while panting heavily. "Bang it against your clit, my slut." She bounced it against her clit. "Aahhh.... Ahhhh..." "Such a dirty girl..." "Yessss..." "Keep bouncing on it." "Ohh... Ohh..." "Do you want to fuck your hot little cunt, princess?" "Ohhh... fuck... hot... cunt..." "Say it..." "Noooo..." "Say it, fucktoy." "Ooohhhhhh... Pleeeeasssseeee..." "SAY IT!" "I... I want to... fuck my cunt... Master... pleeeasseeeee..." "You are such a dirty girl," I said. "Slide that thing up your cunt." She let go of the vibrator and it rolled off her body. Both hands went to the base of the toy as she took hold of it. I watched mesmerised as she worked the head of it into herself. "Ohhh.... Oohhhhhhh...." Her thighs trembled and her hips moved in circles. Her lips were pulled inside as she worked the dildo in a little further. "Back and forth an inch." "Ohh... Ohh...Ohh..." "Deeper." "Ohhh... ffuuuckkk..." She was sliding about five inches of its thickness in and out of herself. "That's it. All the way, my dirty girl. In and out." "Ohhh, Masterrr..." "Show me how much you want it... Fuck back, little one... get it all in your cunt..." "Ohhh... Godddd..." She tilted her hips and flexed her thighs, impaling herself repeatedly as she pushed back at the huge toy. Slowly more and more of it was sliding in and out. I leaned up her body and clicked each of the weights hanging from her nipple clamps, setting them to high. "Long strokes, dirty girl. Long strokes." "Ohhhh... Masterr.... Ohh Masterrrrr..." "Use one hand." She dropped her right hand off the toy. "Feel your cunt. Feel it. Feel where the toy slides into your body. Feel how wet you are, you dirty little slut. Harder." "Ohh... Ohh... Ohh..." "Put your fingers back in your mouth. Fuck your cunt harder." She did. Her moans as the dildo slid into her were now muffled. "Mmmm... Mmmm... Mmmm... Mmmm..." "Slow down. Long strokes again. I know you love the taste of your hot cunt, little one, but take your fingers out of your mouth." "Ohhhh... Ohhhh... Ohhhh..." "You love it don't you. Tell me you love fucking your hot little cunt." "Ohh... Ohh... I love... Ohh... I love fucking my... Ohh... Ohh..." "Say it. Say it!" "I love... Ohh... fucking my hot little cunt... Ohh Ohh ... Fuck... yesss... Ohh... Ohh..." I picked up the vibrator again and put it in her hand. "Put this back on your clit. Don't cum." She pressed it hard against herself. "Ohhhhh fuckkkkkk... yesss... Mmmmooohhhh..." "Don't you cum..." "Soooo close... Ohhhh..." "Don't you fucking cum you little whore," I said, standing up. "Tell me what you're doing." "Fucking... fuckingmyhotlittlecunt... fuckingmyhotlittlecunt... Ohhh... Ohhh... Please..." I slid my jeans down over my thighs. Stepping out of them, I wrapped my fist around my cock. "Please what, Allison? Does my little slut want to cum?" "Yess... Yesss... Please... Oh... Oh... " "Don't shorten the strokes Allison. Nice long strokes." She tilted her head up toward me. She had realised I was standing above her. "Ohhhh... Yess... Ohhhh... Master... Ohhhh... Please... let... me... cum... pleaseMaster... pleaseMasterpleaseMaster..." "Lift up the vibrator." She whimpered. "Ohhhhhhhhh..." "I'm watching you Ally. I'm stroking my long hard cock and watching you. It's throbbing and it's so thick." "Ohhh... Masterrr..." "Do you want it, Ally? Do you want it in your mouth? Turn the vibe on high. Don't use it till I say." She did. "Pleaseplease..." "Harder. Fuck your cunt harder." "Ohh... Ohh... Ohh... please... cum... Iwantyourcum... give me cum..." "Harder." I stroked harder with her. "Put the vibe on your clit!" "Ohhh! Fuckk!! OhhhHHH!!!" "Take it off!" She did, and whined, "Nooo..." "You can cum when you've swallowed mine." "Please... cuminmymouth... pleaseMaster... please..." "Put the vibe on your clit!" "Ohhhcumm... pleaseeee...cummm... cuminmymouthplease please please... I'm yourwhore... pleasee... cummm.... Ohhhh..." "Off!" I stroked faster. I was close. "On!" "Oohhhhh... fuckkkk.... Pleeeaaaaseee.... Nooo..." I gripped the hair on the side of her head, turning her face toward me. With one knee on the couch, I brought my cock to her face. I was closer and spoke more quietly, more forcefully. "Off!" "Ohhh... fuck... Master... please... cum... please..." I stroked my cock faster and harder. "On!" I watched as her body convulsed. She was so on edge. It was going to be a huge one. "Off!" She whined and complained and begged for my cum. The tingle started behind my balls. The muscle at the base of my cock began to twitch. "On!" She gritted her teeth, moaning hard. Her left hand pumping that enormous toy deep in her cunt. Her right moving the buzzing vibrator up and down her clit. The hum of the nipple clamps was lost somewhere between the vibrator and her moans. Her nipples were so red and so swollen. She was covered in a sheen of sweat. I looked down on her and her mouth was open, her tongue flicking wildly, hoping for cum. Pulling against her hair. Trying to find my cock. I erupted! "Yesss... Yesss... Cummmm... Mmmmmmmmmm..." she groaned, as I exploded across her face. I pushed my cock into her open mouth and held her head tight. She moaned around me and began to shudder. My cock shot hot thick ropes of cum into her sucking mouth again and again. She was swallowing each time. Over and over. "Cum! Cum my little cocksucking whore!" I pulled my cock from her mouth and watched as she swallowed one last time, then all hell broke loose. "Aaaa... AaaaIIIIIIEEE... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE... AAAAAHHHH!!!!" "Don't stop! Fuck that cunt. Fuck it! Fuck it harder!" Her moans were constant as her body shook. "Ohhhhhhh... Oohhhhhhh... OOHHHHHHH!!!" I wiped my cock all over her face, smearing saliva and cum from cheek to cheek. "Yeah, that's it. That's my little slut. Cum for me! Cum for me, little one!" "Ohhhagain... Ohhh... OhhhHHHIIEEEEEEE... Ohhhh... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh..." "Yes! Keep going. Harder, Allison! Cum again!" I stood back up. My knee was giving out. I shook the cum dripping from my cock onto her face. Then I flicked what was running down my fingers onto her chest. I smiled down on her. "That's my cum, Allison. You like being covered in my cum, don't you, my little slut?" "Ohhhhhccummm pleaseepleaseee..." she moaned, building to another release. I collapsed into the lounge again, once more looking up between her spread legs. I wiped my wet fingers on the inside of her thigh and held her knee against the back of the couch. I reached down with my other hand, taking the end of the anal beads in my fingers. "Cum, baby. Cum for me again." Slowly I began to pull as Allison thrust the big toy harder and harder up her cunt. This time she was silent for so long and her body arched higher and higher as one after the other I pulled the beads from her ass. Her voice burst from her chest when I whipped the remaining few beads out of her, sending her body into ecstasy. "OoooooOOO... OOOOEEEEEEEEE... AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!" She convulsed. "AHHHHH!!!!" Again. "AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" Again. Over and over she screamed and convulsed. I sat back so as not to catch her one untethered foot in the face. I'd never seen her like this. I was rapt. Then suddenly, "AaaaaaAAHHHHHH!!!!!" and she collapsed. Nothing. Still. Her once tense thighs fell loosely open. The vibrator rolled out of her slack hand. Her other hand fell from the end of the dildo, still deeply embedded in her. I looked up and was relieved to see her chest rising and falling. Her mouth was closed. She was breathing hard through her nose. She'd passed out! I moved closer, reaching up and caressing her face. No reaction. Out like a light. I sat back and chuckled, shaking my head. It was time for bed. Author's Note: Thank you to rachel for editing this story and making it so much better. Please note that this story in no way necessarily reflects the author's own practices. Well... maybe a little... smiles... Oh yeah, and ah, don't forget to vote! Spent But Not Overdrawn She came through the door carrying her overnight bag, every ounce of exhaustion evident in her posture. Her body was carried upright and shoulders back from years of rigid discipline. Once through the door, she kicked it shut behind her, dropped her bag next to the nearest chair and turned the key in the deadbolt. She was alone and wanted no interruptions; she intended to sleep for two days. Well, maybe not two days; her children were due tomorrow afternoon at four. Her former husband, their father, had taken them while she attended a writing workshop/seminar and would be returning with them the next afternoon. She would have time to unpack, unwind (if she could), slip back to 'Mommy mode' after the draining efforts of the workshop which spent her for the last four days. As she made her way to the bedroom, she shed her suit jacket, then her skirt as she walked slowly through the house, discarding them where they were doffed. At her bedside, she slipped out of her silk camisole, pulled it over her head, dropped it on the floor. Her laundry would be neatly sorted and washed tomorrow, but not tonight. She shed her bra, garter belt and hose, then lay down on the bed without even pulling the spread back. All she was wearing was her thong panties and only because she was too tired to remove them. She quickly fell into a twilight dream state, that place where dreams are still tangible. She lingered there for an instant and was gone. After a while, she didn't know how long, she woke slowly, sluggishly, with an intuition that she was not alone. The room was dark now, with only distant street lights illuminating the window in a grey haze. Once her eyes adjusted, she could make out the shadow of the chair, the armoire, and the dimly lit window's reflection in the mirror of the dresser. Even though she sensed another presence, she had no fear; this presence was as familiar as her own in solitude, silent, waiting, knowing her as she knew herself. She drew herself up from the bed, crawling to the end of it first, then sitting and dropping her feet to the floor. As soon as her feet touched the floor, he was standing before her, his silhouette, unmistakable in the shadows. He was right in front of her, yet she did not speak. Nor did he. He knelt before her, and in whatever light the window offered, she saw the flash of his grin, that smile that spoke of intimate challenge, ultimate victory. That smile that spoke volumes, whispering to her, "I know you and you know me and there is nothing more that needs to be said," and "You are mine, because I love you and I love you because you are mine." She looked up at his darkened silhouette, daring him to see the desire in her eyes, the challenge to take her, to fully command her body to meet his own, to satisfy her completely and to take his pleasure from her. She rose to her knees, slipped her arms around his neck and drew him to her in a kiss, tender, and then fully blossoming, desire unleashed, the full impact of it draining his senses. He returned her kiss, in spades, and her knees were weak with the reciprocated need building force on its return. He took her shoulders in his hands and gently, while continuing this kiss, laid her back on the bed. At first, she was bent in an arch, still on her knees yet her shoulders touching the bed beneath the gentle pressure of his kiss. His lips traveled down her neck, over her chest, stopping for a moment to suck each hardened nipple. She writhed with pleasure at the sensation his lips brought to her. Her hips softly began to undulate in anticipation of the satisfaction she sought, the satisfaction that only he could give her. Unbidden except by her inviting caresses, he kissed her across her belly, dipping his tongue into her navel as he traveled south to his ultimate destination. When he reached her pussy, she urged him, thrusting upward toward his lips, needing his tongue inside her, stroking her, stoking her, kindling for what was to come. Yet she pled not, except with her body and the involuntary sounds he pulled from her, incoherent and animalistic in nature. In a quick motion, he pulled her feet from beneath her, placed them on his shoulders. Then he went to work on her, tearing down any defenses she could possibly have left, leaving bridges and footpaths in their place. As he tasted, feasted on her, desiring more, she too, became impatient. Fully aroused, she loved what he was doing to her, she began to fuck his mouth, sliding her pussy up til her clit bumped his nose...then back until it traveled over the stubble on his chin, the roughness arousing her more than ever before. Holding his head in her hands, she continued with this until he, needing to match her, traveled her netherworld, front to back, dipping his tongue in her pussy, then in her ass, briefly tongue-fucking both along the way. Suddenly, unable to take anymore teasing, her hands dropped to his shoulders, and with a gentle tug, she urged him up to kiss her...and to urge him to give her his cock. Once his face was level with hers, her hands behind his head, she pulled him down for a deep kiss, tasting herself on him, his face fragrant with her perfume. At the same time he is tongue fucking her mouth, her hips are dancing an inviting tango, her pussy ready for his cock. He draws back slowly from the kiss, stands at the side of the bed, pulling her near to him. Slowly, he places her feet on his chest and leans into her. With his cock in his right hand, he strokes her pussy with his left and she moans; she is wet, waiting for him. He places the tip of his cock at the entrance to her and slowly begins to move into her. He is large, rock solid and her breath stops as she feels the shocking pleasure flood her once more. She is amazed every time at the riptide of desire that courses through her; she is amazed at the love harbored inside her for him. She wants to give him everything, so she moves with him, taking his cock, taking all he can give her, finding a way. At the same time, feeling the instinctive pressure well up inside her to seek her own pleasure. Joined together, she watches him enter her and nearly leave her, all in shadow, but older than time. She looks up at his face, and even in shadow sees him, slack-jawed with emotion, as awed by her love as she is by his. It inspires her to give him more. With the strength in her back she draws back into the mattress, comes up with a deep thrust that takes him even deeper than he was before. This surprises him; he wasn't expecting it, usually being the one to set the pace, usually holding her at bay. She did it again, once, then twice and then he couldn't stop it... he had to give it to her, had to fuck her for all he was worth. He is grunting, cursing, throwing his weight behind each thrust, eight, ten times, then...he crawls up onto the bed, crawls more into her, still fucking, but leisurely now. He is drawing away then rejoining her, as in slow motion, moving in and out of her, and suddenly its that ageless love taking over...they are making love, eye to eye, face to face, head to toe. They are joined in the most basic but most sublime nature, speaking of their love with no words. He knows that whatever he needs, she will give him; she knows that whatever he gives her she will take. And though it has always been like this, it is ever new, ever renewed with the rejoining of their bodies--highest love and most basic desires fulfilled. He takes her head in his hands, and for the first time speaks. "I love you, I LOVE YOU, iloveyou...", he whispers, as if driven by an instinct that is stronger than that of thirst. She responds, welcoming him more, into her soul as well as her body, offering herself for his pleasure, absorbing his need, vibrating with it, perfectly in time with him, and he begins to move to the summit. She climbs with him, linked physically, emotionally, spiritually, with this man who has made her a goddess, her god of love, whom she MUST please. They climb together, a steep and delightful path, created by themselves, for themselves, to find their way home. Moving now, quickly, frantically beneath him, knowing that this pleasure must end for another to begin, she is wringing from him all that he can give her. She is beating against him as hard as he is against her, and in doing so, she drags him to that jagged peak and he cries out, ecstasy, pain, pleasure; it feels like he is dying but in the most glorious of swan songs...he flies, and she is with him. Feeling his release, she is untethered, free to take the peak as well. Her cries match his own and as he empties himself into her, she is pulsing around him, her pussy drawing all there is from his cock, their sex momentarily the center of their universe. She is filled with the rush of emotion that only comes to a woman well loved, well used, exhausted in love, totally spent. Her tears are falling, tears of joy, the joy of giving and receiving in full measure. He catches her; she rolls into him, feeling the strength of his arms as they wrap around her. Her tears subside and nestled in his arms, with her head on his shoulder she sleeps.  The next morning when she woke, the sun was streaming into the window through the shears. She struggled against the covers, throwing and kicking them from her body, to sit up in bed. She didn't remember pulling back the spread but probably did it during the night blinded by sleep, but feeling chilly. There was a faint, but familiar scent just on the edge of her consciousness. It nagged at her till finally, she covered her face with her hands and inhaled deeply through her nose. Unmistakable...but how? She quickly fled her sheets and stumbled into the bathroom. She pissed then patted herself dry, flushed the commode. She noticed that the cabinet was ajar and started to shut it, but decided to look inside. His razor and toothbrush sat there, both in a cup he carried with him when he traveled. Did it mean he was still here? For how long? She put on her robe then thought, "My thong...?" She walked back into her bedroom and there it was, wadded up as though it were rolled off of her hips and down her legs by impatient hands. Her memory returned gradually and she had sudden flashes of the events of the night before storming through her head. He was here...perhaps he was still here. Quickly, she walked to the kitchen. As she approached the French doors between the kitchen and the living room, she heard him say, "I love you, too. Have a good day at school." Then he hung up the phone and turned, hearing her come in. "Sleep well?" he asked with that sensual, double entendre manner that always kept her on her toes. "I died...think I went to heaven", she said. And then she gave as good as she got. "What would you like for breakfast...or need I ask?" Spent Cum My wife and I have a very strong marriage, we have been together for seven years and it gets better and better. The thing I like best about our relationship is that I get lots of sex from my wife. She is always horny and when I can't keep up with her sexual appetite we go out to the local bar a pick up a stranger for us to play with. She will dress up in her leather mini skirt and her fuck me pumps she never wears panties when we go out. She will flirt with all the men until she finds one that she wants to have sex with. Then she will make me go up to the man and ask him if he would like to fuck my wife. It is so demeaning to ask a stranger to fuck your wife. And the real twist is that she will only let them fuck her in the ass. Her pussy is always mine; I don't mine her giving blowjobs and letting men fuck her in the ass. But that sweet pussy is only for my cock and tongue. Her pussy is as tight as it always was but her asshole is a gaping hole that I get to lick and tongue before her lover fucks it and dumps their cum into it. Most of the time, strangers fuck her ass doggy style. I will lay under them and lick and suck on her cunt while her ass is being reamed. I love it when I feel her lovers cock swell up right before he cums. I love the taste when they pull their big cock out of my wife's ass and the cum runs out in big clumps. And she is rubbing her well fucked asshole all over my face till I have sucked up all the spent cum. Sometimes I will fuck her while her lover fucks her. I love the way it feels when both of our cocks are going in and out of her cunt and ass. The feeling is so great that little bite of skin between her ass and cunt. I always cum too fast for her to enjoy it. So she bought me a strap on cock that is the same size as my cock (that way her pussy won't be stretched out from all the big cocks she fucks) What I like best about it is that her lovers will always last at least twenty minutes longer than me. You should see what the cum that I deposited in her cunt looks like after I have whipped it up fucking her with the strap-on cock. After her lover dumps a load of cum in her ass I go down and suck up all the white frosted cum that has been churning around inside her ass and cunt. When I get done my face looks like I have been eating glazed donuts. One time we picked up this black guy. He was standing at the bar and he had loose pants on and his cock looked like it was hanging down to his knees. My wife went over to him and she didn't ask me to ask him to fuck her. She reached down and massaged his cock threw his pants and licked her lips. She led him out of the bar and into the back seat of our car. She was sucking his cock before we got out of the parking lot. When we got home he had already cum once and was fixing to shoot another load when my wife stopped sucking his cock. She held it up and showed me his massive cock. It looked as big around as a beer can and must have been at least eleven inches long. My wife told me that I was going to have to help her start his monster cock into her willing ass. I ask her what she wanted me to do and she told me to get down on my knees and lick around the head of his prick as she inserted it into her ass. I had my fingers wrapped around the shaft and was licking and sucking on her brown hole as I stabbed her ass with it. She let out a scream as the head of his big cock opened up her fucking asshole. I looked up at her when I had half of his cock in her and I could see a tear in the side of her eye. She told me she couldn't take any more so she wanted me to pull it out and stick my tongue in her shit hole. I slipped his cock out and her ass, it was gaped the size of a beer can. My tongue and lips and half my face was stuck in her ass. After I licked it a while she wanted to try his cock again. This time I was able to get three quarters of his cock up her hungry ass. She reached around this big black guy and stuck a finger up his ass and he shot so much cum out his cock it looked like someone had poured milk on her. Her ass was never the same after that night. My wife likes anal sex so much that she can only cum when she has something in her ass. I have fucked her with cucumbers and a number of other things. Maybe one night we will run in to you and you will see what a hot ass my wife has. If you like this story E-mail me and VOTE Spent in Submission I stood there quietly waiting for him to appear. The stares from the passing airport guests were easy to feel and I did my best to ignore them. It was hard. I admit that; it still is hard to recall the lewd looks and the disgusted glares that washed over me from people I didn't know. Funny, how a person wishes to be liked by even those they will probably never encounter again. I knew what they were seeing and why they disapproved of me. It was sad too, sad for them, because they were dismissing me without knowing me. I had dressed for him. He'd instructed me in what to wear and I obeyed. It is second nature for me to do his bidding. Without hesitation that morning I rose from bed and walked over to the closet where the outfit he'd chosen rested in a plastic bag. The smell of leather filled my senses and a moment of weakness fell over me as I breathed in the scent of the soft black fabric. It was a scent I will always relate to him, the scent of power, strength, dominance. It is him. The dress, and I use the term loosely, hugged my full frame. A zipper ran the length of the front and it barely closed at the top. My breasts threatened to spill out, but that was the point he wanted to make. He wanted me to showcase my attributes, attributes that I had often found lacking due to their generous proportions. My hands ran down the fabric as I studied my reflection in the mirror. I saw the flaws, manifested them in my mind until they were larger than life. If he had been there, he would have seen the difference in me and quickly dealt with the issues, making sure I stripped and pointed out all the qualities he enjoyed. I gave the dress a final tug, but it did nothing to hide the fact the hem stopped just a couple inches from the rounded cheeks of my ass. That outfit, occupied by a long black trench coat and a pair of thigh-high boots is what I was being judged on. The outer shell hid the inner woman. Or did it? I looked the part of a slut. A whore. A cunt. In reality, my reality and his, I was and am those things. It took his friendship and patience for me to realize it, but now that I have I wouldn't go back. I live to serve and please. It is my nature. This shouldn't surprise me, for years I have served others and lived my life to please those around me. This is a bit different though. This time I am doing something for myself as well as for another. Who is getting more out of this relationship? I have often asked myself this. He says he is and that I don't know how much he enjoys our friendship. Yet, I don't know if he truly realizes how much I need this relationship. He is my teacher for the next three days and when I leave his side and return to my quiet life, it will be his touch that stays with me when the nights are long, cold, and lonely. It will be his voice in my head that brings me to climax. It will be the memory of us that makes me shudder with desire. Perhaps after this weekend, he will know how much we need each other, if even for only the occasional fantasy. "You're slouching." Immediately my back goes straight and I assume position. My head snaps up, my arms rest against my sides, one foot crosses in front of the other and I remain still, barely breathing. He's there now. I can smell him, his scent. I'd never breathed it in before, but I recognize it. Power. He walks around me; my eyes remain fixed on a spot on the wall as he inspects me. I can see him through my peripheral vision. I take him in. He looks just as delicious in reality as he does on the web cam. He still radiates strength, confidence, and authority, just like he does online. I am in awe. "Very nice," he tells me. My lips move taking on a small, soft smile. He sees it and grins. I chew on the inside of my bottom lip. He stands in front of me now. I watch him out of the corner of my eye, still looking over his shoulder. He reaches into his jacket pocket and my breath catches in my throat as the collar is pulled from its depths. Again my lip is assaulted by my teeth. He reaches up and I close my eyes as the leather band wraps snugly around my neck. I want to sigh and melt against him. To whisper "yes" but I don't. My lips tremble as he steps closer, places his lips on mine and tastes me for the first time. As his tongue moves against the edges of my lips, a whimper escapes me and a tear falls from my closed lids. My mouth is open now, I breathe in the same air as he does and he takes the opening I give him, pushing his tongue into my mouth and claiming me in the flesh as he has on the screen. His hands move down my arms and he pulls me closer to him. Our heads angle, the kiss deepens and another whimper and sigh escapes my lungs only to be swallowed up by him. When we pull apart, I look into his eyes and feel my soul slowly being consumed by the darkness he claims possesses him. "My God," is all I whisper as he trials a finger across my cheek and down my neck where he rubs the skin under the collar I now wear. The muscles in my stomach are tight and for the first time since he appeared there is no one else in the airport. We are alone, or so it seems. I feel as if I am on a cloud, suspended above all others as we enjoy the moment we both hungered for. It ends though when he pulls away, releasing my arms and taking my hand. We walk away. I have no carry-on. His instructions were followed to the letter. I brought no other clothes with me. I knew what my attire for the weekend would be. "Nothing but the collar." His typed words spill over me as he took me to his car and opens the door for me. He gets in and all is quiet for a while. I am tense. I can feel it in my shoulders, my back, my legs. I wonder if he is also. I want to reach out and take his hand. Hold him just so I can feel safe. All of this is new to me. He is my teacher, my friend, and soon to be my lover. Once more I chew on my lip. My hands rest on my knees and then his hand is there. He takes one of mine in his and holds it firmly, a slight squeeze and then he releases me. I relax. He knew what I needed and simply provided it to me with a simple touch. "Thank you," I whisper. He smiles and our drive continues. We arrive at the hotel and he helps me from the car. His hand slips beneath the trench coat and I feel his fingers resting at the small of my back. The deep cut of the dress allows his touch to skim across my flesh. I tremble and he chuckles softly. "Easy pet," he whispers against my hair and gently guides me toward the hotel lobby, to an elevator and then down a long hallway. We stop in front of a door, where he produces a key card. He looks down at me. My eyes hold his and I give a quick nod. He answers back with a firm one of his own. There is no turning back now. The door opens and he guides me in; once more, his hand is on my skin. The room is dim, only the sunlight tries to cast its rays across the interior of the sparsely furnished area. The drapes are drawn tight and my eyes land on the bed. There is a bag next to it. Black. Ominous. Comforting. Threatening. I have an idea of what is inside, but still I am not totally aware of all He's planned. "Undress," he tells me, dropping the keycard and his car keys on the table and then walking over to a chair set under the window. I bite down on my lip and pull off my coat. I feel my blush spreading from my cheeks, down my neck, across my shoulders. I don't hesitate. I find that odd because the entire time I was in flight I told myself I would balk. I would chicken out and I would run away. But here I stand, removing my coat and folding it carefully to drape across the table. He watches me and again I don't feel any apprehension as I step over to the bed and lift one leg onto the mattress. I move slowly glancing at him as I pull the zipper of the boot down, exposing my thigh, my knee, my calf and eventually my ankle and foot. The process is repeated leaving me standing with only the leather dress on. One more time I gaze at him. His fingers rest in a steeple, pressed against his lips. I can still taste him on my own and I lick at them, recapturing the feel of his mouth on mine. I swallow, blush more and then smile softly as my fingers tremble while sliding the zipper of the dress down. My breasts pop free and his eyes flicker over my bosom. My nipples instantly grow harder. I bite on my wet lip, pull the zipper further, exposing the small scars that lie across my stomach. The sound of my breathing seems to echo in my ears, playing with the same melody of my rapid pulse. The only other noise in the room is from the metal teeth as the dress is fully opened and then gently pushed from my shoulders where it falls to the floor. "Very nice, pet," he tells me and then stands. I stay still as he approaches me. I want to cover myself, to hide the flaws. I don't though. I stand there. Nervous and afraid he'll not like what he sees. He does though. I know it, but it is still hard to believe. He's seen pictures of me, all kinds and yet in the flesh is so very different. He's seen me live, but again here I am in person, waiting for some sign that he is still pleased. When his hand runs across my ass and then trails across to toy with the soft hairs of my pussy, I know he still desires me. A puff of air I didn't know I was holding releases itself as does the tension I had in my gut. I relax. "Go over to the closet door." I move to the door and wait as he opens the bag and pulls something out. He approaches me and I glance at what he has in his hands. Straps, buckles, leather, cloth, all of these things appear to me as a tangled web. I shiver. Excitement courses through me. He opens the door, tosses one of the straps across the edge and then closes it. A puzzled expression is clearly written on my face. "Lift your arms." I do. He slides a pair of leather bands on them and then these are attached to the strap that hangs from the door. I recall then the use of over the door restraints and grin as dawning fills my features. He adjusts the size, forcing me to follow his lead and raise up on the tips of my toes. I do hate being short, but right now I am thrilled with the sensation of being at his mercy. His hands run down my arms, then up again. Goose bumps appear not from a chill, but from the hunger his touch is producing deep inside me. I feel my sex tighten and know if he were to check, he'd find me slick. I feel another pair of bands being wrapped around my ankles and then he pushes my legs apart. I can smell the scent of my arousal and blush knowing he can to. I wish I knew what he was thinking, but then again maybe it would scare me and I would change my mind. No, that won't happen. I hunger too much for this to abandon it. He leaves and then returns, never gone for long as he prepares me for his use. A bar is placed between my spread ankles. I am thankful for it, knowing now I will have no choice but to remain spread for him. Open. Exposed. His hands travel back up me and I tremble. I feel more metal glide across my flesh. I am so hot and yet I shiver. "Open your mouth, pet." I lick my lips, swallow and do as He's demanded. I knew it was coming. The gag. He talks about it often, writes about it, so I'm not surprised. I am however surprised by my willingness. Again this shouldn't shock me. I want to do this. I want to please him. The ball slides easily into my mouth and behind my teeth. I bite down on it, swallowing the saliva that naturally builds up around its rubbery texture. The taste makes me gag, but I fight the urge and the rise of panic. I breathe deep and then watch as he moves away once more. "I told you I was going to beat you then fuck you, remember?" I nod my head, my eyes are wide as they take in the whip. I feel my pussy grow more heated and more wet with juice. I want to lick my lips, bite on them, chew them nervously, but I can't. I breathe deep through my nose as he lifts the whip and the first strike is felt across my skin. I jerk and he chuckles. The sound of the whip being lifted brings me back and the bite of it lands on my back. Again I jerk, whimpering against the ball in my mouth. He continues to cover me with various degrees of strength. Some strikes are softer than others, some land on my ass, my back, my thighs, my calves. Some even wrap around and caress my breasts, licks at my areolas and kiss the hardened points of my nipples. Through it all I feel different things. Pain is one. That is a given. I have never been whipped. I've never been struck since I was a child and had my ass spanked as a punishment for a wrong I had done. Now I was being whipped and my body craves it. I feel my sex grow slicker. My breasts grow heavy with desire. My ass burns from the beating, but I want more. I push back, welcoming every blow. He sees my hunger, recognizes it and drops the whip, bringing out a multi tailed flogger in its place. More blows are laid across my body. He covers more of my flesh. One after another they land on my tits. Lash across my hips. He manages to settle several stinging wallops onto my pussy. I shiver and pull at the restraints that hold my arms over my head. I want to touch myself. I want to push my fingers into my sex and cover my hands with the silky release. In my head I am screaming "Master" "Oh fuck Master" "Oh God, yes " He can't hear these words, but something tells me he knows what I want. The flogger is tossed away and I hear him pulling his clothing off. This is it. I tell myself, over and over, that he is ready to fuck me. But I am wrong. He picks up the tool he'd dropped earlier and beats me again. I grow heady with lust and a fire burns deep inside me. "Fuck me, please " I beg against the gag. All He hears is moans and grunts as he litters my flesh with red streaks. Without warning a final blow is delivered against my pussy and then He is there, behind me. His naked body pushes me into the door. His cock rams into my cunt and his mouth bites down on my shoulder. I climax around him, blanketing him in my juices and shuddering violently as he continues to pound his way through me. It isn't long before I am feeling another orgasm consume me. I work my pussy muscles, clenching and releasing him, milking his cock with the power of my own body, knowing how to bring him pleasure. I want to feel his come shoot into me. I have wanted his cock for so long, now that he is buried to the hilt in my sex I wish only to feel it explode. His hands are everywhere as is his mouth. He pulls my hair away from my neck and bites the flesh. I come again and he laughs in my ear, calling me "His slut" "His whore" "His". I feel euphoric as he continues fucking me, taking me higher and higher and then he pulls out. With lighting speed the buckles on my ankle and the bar is taken away, my hands are free and I am lifted and tossed on the bed. My eyes are wide as he spreads my legs and drives his cock into me. The gag still holds my screams inside and it is a wise move on his part to leave it in, for I would surely have forced anyone in the hotel to come to my aide. I wrap my legs tight around him, push him deeper into me. His hands latch onto my large swaying breasts. He squeezes them hard and then bends down to bite first one nipple then the other. I feel his teeth and jerk under him, push his head deeper into my breasts, wanting to feel him tear me apart, needing to feel him possess and mark every inch of me. As he delivers a hard bite, breaking the skin, he comes. So do I. Together we wash each other in the hot fluids of our passion. We soak our pubes. We blanket the bed. We cover ourselves in come. I am still for a moment as my breath comes back to me in ragged attempts to fill my lungs. He holds himself inside. I milk him, wanting every ounce. When he retreats I whimper. His hands work the buckle of the gag free and he tosses it away. It is replaced by his tongue. I push myself up, wrapping my arms around his neck and suck greedily on his tongue as he drinks from me and I from Him. In time he pulls away and I lay on the bed, legs spread and body exhausted. He stares down at me, smiling and I blush again. He grins wider. "Thank you," I whisper. "You're welcome, pet. Go shower. We are far from done." I rise from the bed and move toward the bathroom. "Master?" "Yes pet?" I turn to face him. My eyes rake across his naked body. His cock is limp. He's covered in sweat, but he's my Master. There is nothing about him I don't like. I desire all of him. "May I?" I ask, my gaze dropping to the juice-covered cock that rests lazily against wet pubic hairs. His grin is my answer and I smile back. I slide to my hands and knees, crawl toward him and settled happily between his thighs as he sits on the edge of the bed. Slowly I begin to wash my Master. I lick at his thighs, capturing the white, creamy liquid that had spilled from our sexes and settled on his legs. First one. Then the other. Each is treated with long swipes of my tongue. Soon I reach his balls and I moan in ecstasy as I taste Him. I wash away every stream of come that lies along the dark curls of his sex. I lick my lips, wrap my tongue around each ball and treat it to its own personal bath. When I feel I have throughly washed them. I look up into his eyes. They are staring down at me. I feel for a moment my own rush of power and begin to lap slowly at his cock. I run the tip of my tongue across the swollen veins, following them up to the tip of his dick and then back down. It jerks under my mouth and I grin. I wrap my mouth around the head, lower myself onto his shaft and let my fingers slide up to rest on his hips. I push deeper, opening my mouth wider, taking him in fully and then sucking hungrily on his cock. It grows in my mouth. I moan against it and then I feel His hands in my hair. I shiver again. In my head I beg for him to fuck my face. To use me as if I am just his fuck toy. He knows this and yet he holds back. I lift myself up to the tip, slam myself back down, angle my head one direction then another, continually taking him further down my throat. I start to gag and then He is there. He pushes me down fully. My instincts take over and I try to get my freedom. I gag again, swallow and still he holds me down. His hips rise and I feel my pulse race. My blood boils. My pussy grows hotter, fresh juices ease out and my mouth constricts around his dick. He has a fistful of my hair and lifts me up, only to push me back again. Over and over he uses me. I relish it. I grow wet. I moan. I beg. I whimper. My fingers dig into his hips. My nails mark his skin. His come shoots into my throat and my own flows from deep within me. Swallowing quickly I work another stream of milk from his balls and then suckle gently as he relaxes the hold on me and allows me to continue washing him in my own slow way. When I am done I sit back on my legs, lick my lips, swallow the final drops that rest on my tongue and thank him for His come. "You're welcome, pet." I can't help but notice his voice is raspy, his breath ragged. I rise and walk to the bathroom. Inside I feel triumphant. I have supped on my Master, just like he will sup on me as the days progress, giving us both memories to get us through the lonely nights. Slipping the leather collar from my neck, I hold it in my hand, rub it with one finger and then sigh as I place it to the side. I shower doing my best to ignore the sounds coming from the main room. My imagination tends to run wild and I don't need to over think the situation or the likelihood that something I want to happen may happen, only to be disappointed when it doesn't. I wash my hair, noticing my scalp is tender to the touch. It doesn't bother me, even now the stings from the whip and flogger are no longer an issue. I reflect on this as the water washes away the frothy bubbles that skate down my clean body. As soon as his cock was in me, I came. The pain was no longer a part of me. It had brought me to an edge and Master had taken over. I smile and shut the water off, step out and proceed to dry myself. All the while I hear more noises coming from behind the closed door.