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Welcome Home, Ma'am

By: Miss_Ds_slave



He had been waiting his whole life to find someone like her. He had almost given up any hope that there was someone out there who could give him what he so needed. He had met a few women over the years that had been willing to try and give him what he desired, but it was usually just something they did for him, not something they enjoyed for their own pleasure. And usually he could not share all his desires with them as he was afraid of their reaction. He was afraid if they knew the full depth of his desires they would think him to strange to explore with.

For as long as he could remember he had carried this need to submit. Society taught that women should submit, or at least that it was okay for a woman to be submissive, but society frowned on a man who felt that need. What kind of man would feel the need to be disciplined by a strong woman? What kind of man would feel the need to submit totally and completely to the desires of a woman, putting her pleasure above his own, her desires above his own? What kind of man would thrill at being the toy of a woman, feeling her strength, relishing any humiliation she chooses to give him? And this was just part of his desire. 

He had been with women that would spank him. He had been with women that would try to make his humiliating desires come true, perhaps calling him names like slut, whore, bitch, etc. He had been with women that would explore some of his more 'unusual' desires such as golden showers or having his ass penetrated by their toys. But they always did it for him, not because those same acts, being in that kind of control, did anything for them. They did it to please him not to please themselves and that made all the difference. 

Only once in the past had he been with a woman that really seemed to enjoy dominating him, and even then it had started mostly to satisfy him, though she did grow to enjoy it herself and took the time to test his limits and stretch the depths of his submission. She had 'forced' him to wear a collar, both in private and in public. Safe in knowing no one from his 'normal' life would see him she had created situations in public that had him showing his submissiveness to strangers. Letting others see him wearing the collar was one way. Speaking to him as a slave where others could overhear was another. Having him always address her as Mistress no matter who might be listening another. The shame and humiliation he felt at this only fueled his desire to submit more.

She had been willing to help him explore many of his desires and had introduced him to some things he had not considered but that he found himself wanting to explore more. She had enjoyed spanking or whipping him. She seemed to have a knack for taking him to the edge with her whipping; causing him just the right amount of pain but knowing when it was about to cross the line and backing off at that point only to bring him right to the edge again and again. 

She had been willing to help him explore his desires for Golden Showers as well. Though she would not let him taste her pee, only feel it as she pissed on his body. She would never let the pee get anywhere near his face or mouth as she thought that was going to far despite his desire and need to drink her golden nectar. He had begged her to pee in his mouth but she had gotten angry and he had not brought it up again. 

She did love his desire to worship her ass and he would spend long periods with his tongue buried in her ass, fucking her with his tongue until she would tell him to suck on her clit until she came. 

Once in a hotel room she had handcuffed him to an overhead bar and whipped his ass and back for quite a while. She would mix in with the whipping periods where she would stroke his cock, slap his cock, and squeeze his balls before returning to the whip. Again and again she had taken him to the edge of cumming only to back down and then take him to the peak of passion again. Finally, while being whipped, he had cum with an intensity he did not remember ever feeling and she had topped the whole thing off by gathering his cum on her hand and forcing him to lick her hand clean. This was the first time he had tasted cum and he was shocked to discover that the feeling of humiliation licking his cum brought him also thrilled him. 

She saw that he enjoyed this and from then on often called him her cumslut. She made it clear that from then on, anytime he came, be it by his own hand or in or on her he would have to lick up the mess. He supposed he must really be a cumslut because he enjoyed doing it. If she had him masturbate for her pleasure he would have to lick his fingers clean. If they fucked he would have to suck his cum out of her pussy. If she gave him head and he came in her mouth she would kiss him passing his cum into his mouth and having him swallow it all or spit in onto his face. Sometimes she would have him masturbate and cum in her cupped hands then she would smear his cum all over his face forcing him to leave it there until it dried. On a couple of occasions she had even had him wear his cum in public and though he doubted those that saw him knew what was on his face he still got a thrill from the shame of being shown off as the cumslut he now believed he was. 

She would tell him he must be a sissy to like cum so much. She began to have him wear a pair of her panties under his clothes telling him that a sissy should dress like one. He had never considered wearing woman's underwear but found it thrilling. Wearing panties only heightened his feeling of submission. He decided he must really be a sissy if he enjoyed wearing these panties so much and began to think about taking it even farther; wearing other women's clothes... bras, nylons, even a dress but he was afraid to tell her for fear that she would think that was going too far and so that never happened. 

She told him that if he was going to be a good sissy he would have to learn to like things in his ass and so she began using toys on him. Starting with small dildos and butt plugs building over time until he was taking toys the size of his own cock in his ass. She would stroke his cock while fucking his ass until he came then of course force him to again eat his sperm. She would sometimes have him suck on the dildo or vibrator before fucking him telling him he would make a good cocksucker. He didn't know about sucking a real cock but being made to humiliate himself by sucking the toys was an incredible turn on. And of course the thrill of being called a sissy, or cumslut, or cocksucker by her filled him with that joy humiliation seemed to give him. 

One of the final things she had introduced him too was being cuckolded. She told him his worthless sissy cock was too small and could no longer satisfy her and so she was going to find a real man to fuck and he was going to help. This filled him with fear and curiosity at the same time. How would she expect him to help? How would he feel watching another man fuck her? How would he feel having a man see him for the submissive sissy she had shown him he was? Finally the day came where she brought another man into their play time. He was of course naked except for a pair of her panties, sitting in a chair when the man arrived. The man had obviously been told about him as the man laughed when he saw him sitting there wearing panties and told him to watch how a real man pleased a woman. 

They began making out and he watched with mixed feelings. Part of him was filled with shame that he would sit there so submissively while another man kissed and caressed this woman he had shared so much with. But part of him was also excited that he was being used like this. While they were caressing each other and removing their clothes she would stop and tell the man things about him. Saying things like how could a real man sit there in panties while his woman was about to be fucked. Telling the man about how she had turned him into a sissy that would even eat his own cum on command. She told the man how he sucked the toy cocks she had and how she would then fuck his ass. 

At one point the man had laughed and said if he liked sucking toys so much he might enjoy sucking on the real thing. This scared him as he had never had a desire to be with a man and did not want to be made to do this. But she seemed to like the idea and ordered him to get on his knees. He hesitated and she walked over, slapping him on the face and telling him he was a sissy cumslut and he was about to learn what it was like to be a cocksucker. He slowly sank to his knees and the man walked over and taking his cock in hand slapped his face a few times with it saying that a faggot like him should be thrilled to be allowed to suck his cock. The man's cock, though not fully hard, was much larger than his and he could not help but stare at it as it slapped his face. She kneeled beside him and told him to open his mouth. 

His thoughts were in turmoil. Was he really such a sissy that he would suck cock? Was he really only a cumslut cocksucker and would he prove it to her by taking this strange man's cock in his mouth? The fact was, he was her slave and could not say no to her. When she again told him to open his mouth he did despite his fear and the man slipped his cock across his lips and into his mouth. Now he was a cocksucker. As the man's cock grew harder in his mouth she told him he looked good sucking cock and to make sure to do all he could to please the man. A sissy always pleases those he serves she told him. 

The man slowly fucked his mouth and he did do what he could to please the man. He knew he really was a sissy as he worked his tongue over the head of the man's cock and sucked hard as the man filled his mouth with his meat. When the man was fully hard he pulled out and said he would now show him how a real man fucks a woman. She told him to kiss the man's balls and thank him for turning him into a cocksucker and despite himself he did. The humiliation was intense and even though he had just sucked cock he found himself hard at being used so completely. 

The man and the women then started fucking on the bed with him looking on. He could see that the man's cock was filling her more than he had ever been able but he could not help watching. At one point she had called him over and ordered him to lick and suck on her clit while the man fucked her. He did and could not help grow even more excited sucking her clit while a man's cock was sliding in and out of her so close to his view. She came twice while he was sucking her clit and the man was fucking her and then the man let out a moan and came in her pussy, filling her with his cum. When the man pulled out she told him to get busy and lick her pussy clean of the man's cum. 

Although he had sucked his own cum from her many times he did not want to drink another man's cum. What would that make him if he did? She told him we all know what a cumslut you are so get busy and clean my pussy of cum. He did as he was told, what else could he do, and when the cum flooded from her pussy into his mouth he knew he really was a cumslut. Not only for his own cum but for any she directed him to drink. He sucked and licked her pussy until it was clean of cum and then continued until she had one more orgasm, giving him a taste of her wonderful juice that he so loved. 

She then pointed at the man, his cock now only semi-hard and told him he had one more thing to clean. He had no more resistance left. He knew that a slave like him could do nothing buy obey her commands and so without resistance or hesitation he took the man's cock again into his mouth and sucked it clean of their combined cum. 

Over the next several months they continued to explore how submissive he was, how many ways she could devise to humiliate him, and he came to understand just how submissive he was. He never did get to taste her pee or wear more than her panties but most other ways to explore his submissiveness were covered. 

Once in a while the man joined them and he was made not only to suck his cock, but to beg for it and to suck it until it shot it's cum in his mouth. Drinking the man's cum right from the source only increased his humiliation, but of course this only increased his pleasure at submitting. One time the man even fucked his ass and while it hurt a great deal at first, eventually the man's cock pressing against his prostrate had started to feel good and once and for all he knew just how big a sissy he was. 

But usually it was just the two of them. She would devise new ways for him to show his submissiveness and he would always eagerly do all to serve her. But like most good things eventually this came to an end. She moved 1000 miles away and he never saw her again. His relationships returned to what society considers normal and he began to believe he would never again find a woman to make him feel the freedom that total submission gave him. 

He found women that would play with some things. Some would spank him, some would tease him, a few would call him names but none could give him the level of submission he so longed for. A couple even let him drink their piss and it was as exciting as he had imagined it to be though he knew if he was drinking the pee of his Mistress instead of a partner it would be even more exciting. 

He never shared with anyone his desire to wear more than just a woman's panties. He never shared with anyone that this woman had turned him into a cocksucking cumslut. He was afraid of how others might react. Life went on and he grew more and more sure that he had experienced his one shot at real submission and it would never happen again. 

Then she came into his life. They had worked together for several years though had not really gotten to know each other until he had been promoted and moved to an office closer to hers and interacted with her on a daily basis a couple years ago. Even then they had only become casual friends, though he found her incredibly attractive and occasionally found himself fantasizing about serving her. He knew it would never happen though he came more than once by stroking himself while imagining her as his Mistress. 

As time went by there began to be hints that there was more to her than he had dared hope. They found they could talk about things together that they would not normally share with someone else, especially someone from work. She hinted about her enjoyment of being in control and he hinted back about his desire to be controlled. For many months that was as far as it went but eventually the hinting changed to suggesting, be it in a humorous way, and eventually they understood that each might offer something the other enjoyed. They began to talk more openly about their desires, spending more time together at work, sharing a cigarette break now and then and continuing to learn more about each other and what the possibilities might be.

She knew he was married She made it clear that she wanted no problems because of this and he assured her that he could make sure about that but that he wanted to once again experience the joy of submitting to a woman who enjoyed her control over him. He was constantly amazed by her beauty and the possibility of becoming her slave and could think of little else. Their teasing of each other grew more and more revealing, more and more direct and he felt a sense of again living in the joy of submission. 

He found himself sharing more and more with her. Admitting things to her he had kept hidden so long. He shared things he could not imagine ever sharing with someone again. Then one day the teasing ended when she reached out and grabbed his ass. A thrill shot through his entire body. Next there came the time she slapped his ass, several times. This was happening much faster than he had dreamed possible and he was in heaven. 

His trust of her grew and grew and he found himself sharing his most secret desires. He told her of his desire for, need for, humiliation. He shared that he loved the sting of the whip. He even told her of his desire to drink her piss and to be made to wear women's clothes... not just panties but more. This he had never shared with anyone. He shared his desire to worship her ass and one day in her office she had allowed him to feel her ass and commanded him to squeeze her cheeks which he thrilled at. 

She did not seem to feel bad about any of it. She would tell him things too and she would often slap his ass or even grab his cock and balls through his pants. Then one day she came into his office, locked the door and had him drop his pants. She had him bend over his desk and spent several minutes caressing his naked ass, stroking his cock, squeezing his balls and finally she slid a finger into his ass. She fucked his ass with her finger, caressing and squeezing his cock and balls until he was close to cumming. She then had him sit in his chair and masturbate for her. He did and he came with an intensity he had not felt for a very long time.

After that things moved quickly. They would talk on the phone in the afternoons from home, before his wife came in from work, and she would make herself cum as she made him make himself cum. She sometimes would tell him to eat his cum, sometimes not, but she was always in control. He was in heaven and could concentrate on little else other than his desire to please her. Then one day she brought in panties and a bra for him to wear under his clothes at work. A red frilly g-string and matching bra, clothes only a sissy or a woman would ever wear. He was amazed at how it made him feel. He felt whole again for the first time in a very long while.

And she like the idea of him wearing those women's clothes. Talked about making him wear more, perhaps pantyhose or anything else she might want him to wear. He could not believe how it made him feel. She started calling him her bitch, or her sissy, or slut and he loved it! Finally he had found someone who not only knew what he wanted and needed but enjoyed it herself. 

A day or two later she brought in a small butt plug and made him wear it, along with the g-string and bra for a couple hours, including wearing it home. Walking to the car was frightening but thrilling. The small 'cock' threatened to slip out of his ass with every step and the danger of being caught in such a way was terrifying yet exhilarating. 

She was going on a vacation soon and he knew he would miss her terribly. But they talked about things they could do. They discussed taking a day off work to explore more. Things like him dressed in panties and bra, frilly apron while cooking her a meal, or him serving her publicly at her gym. He did not know what form this public submission would take but he longed to find out. And then she was to give him a huge treat before she left. She was going to make a day at work of total submission, him wearing her clothes, wearing the plug in his ass and more.

She again came into his office, locking the door and had him remove his pants and kneel before her with his sissy clothes showing. She gave him a small cup in the shape of a breast with the nipple to sip from and it held a small amount of her piss. He drank it and thrilled at the taste and how she was allowing him the pleasure of tasting this most intimate part of her. 

She then blindfolded him and had him walk around the room on his knees trying to get close to her. He had bad knees and it hurt alot, but the pain of walking on them on the hard floor was dimmed by his ecstasy at being allowed to so serve her. When she finally allowed him to catch her she had her ass exposed. He could not see due to the blindfold but he could feel it. He was even allowed to briefly kiss it, which was all that he had hoped it would be. He still wanted to reach his tongue deep into her ass but was willing to earn that right. Kissing her ass was incredible by itself. She then had him sit in his chair and sat down on him facing away. He was allowed to reach around and cup her incredible naked breasts in his hands and feel her large amazing nipples grow hard at his touch. She then tried to fuck him and the most distressing and embarrassing thing in his life happened. He could not get hard. What kind of a worthless bitch was he that he could not give her his hard cock and feel her pussy sliding down over his cock? 


Welcome Home, Ma'am



He was devastated. He was embarrassed. He was scared that this would mean the end of this new dream. She was not happy and made that clear, telling him he must not want her if he could not get hard for her. This was not true, he had not wanted anyone so much as he wanted her, but he knew better than to argue. He had no idea why he was unable to get hard for her. He only knew that this was not a good way to leave things before she left for her vacation. When he got home there was a harsh short email from her than only increased his fear that he had blown this once in a lifetime opportunity. 

A couple days later at work he had a voice mail message from her. It was short but during it she called him her bitch and his hopes once again soared. Perhaps she had not given up on training him yet. She had mentioned that she had a couple Viagra pills and he now believed that was his best hope of serving her the way she deserved. He did not know if it was tension, worry, over excitement or age that had prevented him from staying hard for her but whatever the cause he did not want that to happen again. She said there were people at work that sold Viagra at cost to others and he decided he would beg her to get some for him. Spending $10 on something that would assure he could give her the amount of please she gave him was a very small price to pay. 

He hoped she would go along with that because he knew he was so worried about being able to stay hard for her pleasure that he feared things would feed on themselves making it impossible for him to get hard the way a good slave should. She was due back from vacation today and he... i decided to write this for her... You. i hope that with You being home but still on vacation i can take a day off to serve You completely. i hope to have the chance to show You just how much i am willing to do to serve You. i hope You will give me one of Your Viagra pills so that I do not have to fear failing You again. 

i hope to be allowed to drink a full serving of Your piss. i hope You will have me dress as the sissy we both knew i am. i hope to feel more of the sting of Your whip. i hope to be allowed to slide my tongue deep into Your ass. i hope to serve You in public or private. i hope to hear You tell me what a bitch, or slut, or sissy, or whore, or cumslut i am. i hope You take pity on me and give me one of those blue pills. i hope to feel You fuck my ass. i pray to be finally able to see You naked and see Your amazing body. i long to feel You control, dominate, humiliate, and use me for Your pleasure. i am Your bitch. i am Your sissy. i am Your whore. i am Your cumslut. i am Your slave!

Welcome home Ma'am.



Welcome Home Master



He unlocks the door and enters His home. The workday quickly flows from His body. His troubles seem to melt away. A rye smile creeps over His face. Anticipation fills His veins.

He dumps His keys and briefcase on the bench, cracks His knuckles, and heads to the pantry. He slides the door open and let's it bang against the inner wall, knowing it can be heard from below. A pause ...

Reaching down, He lifts the floor mat slightly and reveals a steal "O" ring in the floor. Steadying Himself, He lifts the the ring ... opening the trap door with a long slow creeking.

He traverses the ladder like wooden steps down the tight opening. His pathway illuminated by candles. At the bottom a small alcove with two shelves and several pegs and hooks. On the smaller shelf, the uppermost shelf, sits a tumbler, filled with ice, Jack Daniels and coke. He lifts the glass to His lips and takes a sip. "Good girl" he thinks as the last of the day washes from His mind.

On the pegs before Him hang His most prized possessions ... His favourites. A wooden paddle, a leather riding crop, a cane, a one foot long leather cot'o'nine tails, and a coit. On the shelf below where His drink sat lays her choice ... a set of hand cuffs, which sit upon a pair of her panties ... a surprise for Master.

And He does love surprises. Thoughtful little gifts and jestures ... she is so special. He picks up the cuffs on one finger and twurls them. Then He takes the panties, lifts them to His nose and inhales deep. her scent has Him aroused immediately. He replaces them on the shelf ... smiling ... chuckling.

He steps out of the alcove, a few more steps down and He is in His huge basements ... or "Dungeon" as He prefers to reffer to it as. The large weather board Victorian home, surrounded on all sides by a large patio ... all conceal His inner sanctume. The hidden trap door, the tunneled stairwell, the huge bluestone bunker, coal store and cellar. The place He truely felt at home in.

He looks across the room past all His handmade toys ... the St. Andrews Cross, the cage, the whipping post, the rack, the Iron Maiden, the stocks, various horses ... His gaze fixes on His craved wooden thrown, a small table on one side, a large animal fur on the other, on which she kneels. He looks at her and grins from ear to ear.

Naked she kneels, feet crosed and tucked under her buttocks. Knees spread wide with her hands resting palm up on her thighs. Head and eyes lowered in respect ... patiently awaiting her Master. He can see the longing on her face.

Master's footsteps down the stairs had filled her with excitement. His pause on the landing had made her ache with anticipation. His chuckle at her favoured choice of toy for today (plus her surprise) had made her moist with pleasure. His pressence alone made her drip.

Master's leather soles clap against the cold stone floor of the dungeon. The closer He get's, the wetter she becomes, biting her lower lip to stop from moaning at His approach ... His presence.

He places His drink and the cuffs on the small table and stands before her. He places His hand gently against her cheek. His hand slides under her chin and He lifts her head up ... she looks into His eyes with a love filled smile on her face.

"How was your day gorgeous?" He asks. "Very good thank You Master ... but i missed You terribly Sir. How was Your day Master?" "My day was fine gorgeous ... and I missed you too" He replied.

He sits in His thrown, and takes a sip from His drink, breathing out deeply He sighs as the day has well and true been forgotten. He reaches over to her and takes her hand in His. Patting His thigh with His other hand He motions to her, and helps her stand as He guides her up into His lap.

He holds her cheek and guides her face to His. He kisses her soft lips long and hard. Their tongues meet ... dance ... their fluids exchange. He sucks her lower lip a little, pulls it into His mouth, between His lips. He gentley bites her lip while His arms wrap around her. He pulls her close ... squeezing her tight.

He lets the kiss linger on her lips ... teasing her by pulling away from time to time. Pecking and nibbling on her mouth. Then He finishes the kiss and looks into her eyes and says in an authoritive voice: "Inspection Time!"

she jumps up from His lap and moves quickly to a large rug in the centre of the dungeon. she kneels as before, staying rigid with her back straight. her thighs spread, her palms up and still, resting on her thighs, eyes lowered, head bowed.

He takes another sip from His drink, finishing it and replacing the glass. He picks up the cuffs and puts them in His pocket. He walks over to her and circles her twice, inspecting her form. He is impressed. "Such a good girl", He tells her. He crotches down behind behind her and runs His hands down her back. "Excelent posture girl", He lets His fingers trail down her lower back and over her buttocks. His index finger lightly runs over her arse crack and down between her cheeks. "Master's good girl", He affirms.

He stands and circles her twice more. Then stops infront of her and crotches down again. He cups her breasts in His hands ... fondles them ... squeezes them. "Master loves 'His' breasts". He pinches her nipples, smiling at her.

His hands trail down her body, over her mound, down between her thighs. He slides a hand between her lags ... feeling her moisture. "Good girl ... Master likes 'His' little pussy nice and wet for Him". She moans at His touch.

He leans forward and kisses her tenderly, their noses rub. He kisses across her cheek, then whispers in her ear, "you're such a good girl. Master's precious girl". As He whispers, He pulls out the cuffs and gently presses them against her skin, on her chest, letting them trail between her breasts. The cold steal shocks but excites her as she moans.

He passionately kisses her while He runs the cuffs down her body, over her breasts and nipples, over her stomach, between her thighs. He takes her arms and moves them behind her back as He hugs and kisses her. Their tongues dance as He slips the cuffs around each wrist ... snapping them shut tight.

He continues to kiss her while she is restrained, slipping His hands between her legs, lightly stroking up and down each inner thighs. He fondles 'His' pussy, teasing, enjoy her moisture. Sliding His fingers inside her He whispers, "We need to get you a little more lubricated before we begin".

He toys with her clitoris, pulling it, rubbing it, sliding his hand and fingers over it and over the pussy. He slides His fingers inside her and uses His thumb to massage her clit while they kiss. He feels her juices dripping onto His hand as she groans with delight.

He slides His fingers out and leans back as He lifts His soaked hand to her mouth. she sucks each of His fingers clean and licks every drop of her juice from her Master's hand. She pokes her tongue out of her wide open mouth (as she knows what He likes) and He sucks on her tongue ... tasting her juice.

He stands up and walks over to the cupboards built under the stairs. From it He takes a black box about one foot cubed in size, with a dildo that is attached to the top. He walks over and puts it down infront of her and plugs the attached electrical cord into the socket. He crotches down infront of her to see her devilishly cheeky grin.

"Up!" He commands ... and she rises onto her knees as He slides the box her legs. He positions the dildo extension to her dripping lips. He steadies her with His hands on her hips as He slowly slides her down on to the dildo, about two inches inside her.

"Get it wet!" He commands ... she slides up and down on the dildo, letting her juices lubricate it. "Good girl". He fondles her clit as she moans, slowly bouncing on the contraption. With His free He clicks a button and a small red light on the box illuminates. "We're all powered up gorgeous". She grins and her head falls back as she moans.

He reaches down and flips one of the two toggle switches on the box. The dildo starts to vibrate prefusely. she groans loudly as she bounces up and down on the dildo ... her head flung back, her hair drapping wildly down her back.

"Ready gorgeous" He asks as He looks at her and smiles as she enjoys His toy. "Fuck Yes Master ... Pleassseee Master", she begs. He leans forward and kisses her long and hard as she holds still ... the dildo only a couple of inches inside her. He fondles her clit a little.

"Here we go gorgeous", He says as He flips the second toggle switch and the hydrollics in the box kick in. The dildo starts pumping up and down, deep into her as it vibrates. Up and down about three inches, pumping into her. she rides it, boucing up and down as it pumps into her. she moans and groans wildly as she pants.

He takes a chair and places it infront of her and sits watching her enjoy His toy. Watching her cum over and over ... orgasm after orgasm. An hour passes and she is drenched in sweat, letting out scream like moans of pleasure.

He stands up and pushes the chair away. He stands before His gorgeous moaning, groaning, orgasmic slave. He undoes His belt and slides His pants off, then His shirt and bozer shorts ... stripping for her. He stands right infront of her ... His throbbing hard member in her face. He takes 'It' in one hand and rubs the head over her lips. Her mouth opens and she extends her tongue to the tip of His member. Her hot panting breath flowing over His cock.

she licks and sucks the head as she rides His toy ... her moans od extacy vibrate down His shaft. He strokes her hair ... "such a good girl". He takes her head between both His hands and slowly thrusts into her mouth. she sucks hard and her tongue runs over the shaft. Her lips over her teeth, she mouths His cock ... moaning wildly.

He starts to pump faster and faster ... feeling her lips slide down His shaft. "Such a lovely mouth, girl". Fucking her face harder and harder. she still bounces on His toy as she takes all of His cock skillfully in her mouth. They both moan and groan together, sharing the phenominal pleasure they feel.

His cock is throbbing uncontrolabley. her whole body quivers as she orgasms over and over with her Master filling her mouth. she bounces and sucks, He pumps and thrusts. They both reach a state of cataclismic pleasure.

"Oh Jesus gorgeous ... are you ready ... mmm ... for My seed?" she looks up, acknowledging Him. "Oh God gorgeous ... I'm gonna fill that luscious mouth". He can feel her smile on His shaft. she opens her mouth wide as He rubs His cock along her tongue, thrusting into her mouth.

"Oh Jesus ... you're such ... mmm ... a fucking ... oooh ... good girl! Cum for Master!" He shoots His full load onto her tongue and down her throat, His whole body shakes and quivers with orgasmic pleasure. she swallows every drop for Him. Sucking and milking His head of every last seed. Moaning as she cums with Him, for Him.

He crotches down and kisses her as His hand slips down between her legs, feeling her saturated pussy. He tickles her clit, pulls on it ... bringing her to orgasm one last time as they kiss. Kissing her cheek at the point of orgasm so He could hear her moan and groan in His ear as she came for Him. "Oh God ... Thank You Master".

He flips both switches off and powers down the machine. He gently helps her raise up as He slides the toy from between her legs. He moves behind her and removes the cuffs, kissing each wrist as it becomes free. He walks before her and takes her hands in His and helps her stand up as she wavers with spent pleasure.

He wraps His arms around her and cuddles her as they kiss again. He lifts her weak body in His arms and carries her upstairs. He lays her down on their bed and crawls in next to her ... both exhausted. They fall asleep in each others arms ... content in their pleasure ... secure in their oneness. They sleep deep and long.

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Welcome Home Master



Welcome home, Master, I’m so glad You are finally here; I have missed You terribly today! May I offer You a tight hug and a soft sensual, kiss? Oh, yes, that is what I was waiting for, to have those strong arms around me, pulling me tight and making me feel safe and secure again. And those lips of Yours, how they send thrills coursing through my body, all the way to my toes and back up again. Can You feel the energy You give me coming back as I share the soft, wetness of my tongue with You?

Come, sit, let me take Your things so that You can settle in and begin relaxing. I’m sure You have had a very long and tiring day, and yet I know that for You it was a productive one, as You are always so sure to make them. Here, let me rub Your shoulders and ease some of that tension away, while You just sit back and close Your eyes. I want You to tell me all about Your day, but I’m hoping You won’t mind waiting a bit. I’ve planned a little treat for You, to thank You for all of the special things You’ve been doing for me recently. You take such very good care of me, and even though I try to do the same for You each day, I think You deserve a little something extra this evening. So if it pleases You, I’d like to pamper You for a bit and then we can carry on with our usual routine of sharing the events of the day with each other.

Oh my darling Master, I love You, too so very much and I hope that it shows in these soft kisses I’m placing on Your neck and the way my hands feel against Your chest as I slide them inside Your shirt. Touching You is such a sensual thing for me, feeling the softness of Your skin and the strength of Your muscles. I love how Your breath quickens a little as You feel my breasts pressed against Your back, leaning into You as my hands roam across Your chest and belly. And the way You quiver just a bit when my fingers graze across Your nipple, touching lightly, but returning to press the hardening flesh more urgently, squeezing it gently between my fingers. I can feel Your breath hot against my cheek as I nuzzle down closer to You, sliding my tongue across Your jaw, teasing it towards Your lips.

Oh yes, my Love, I feel Your passion and that fistful of hair and You twisting around a little to find my lips and kiss me so deeply. But patience Master, dear, for this is about relaxing, the passion and intensity is my ultimate goal, but for now, I want You to enjoy being pampered and taken care of. Perhaps it is my own fault for taunting You so with my touch, but I can’t help myself sometimes, I want You so badly. Please sit back again and rest Your eyes, while I help You off with Your shoes. Here, lift Your leg up to my knee and let’s remove Your sock so You can feel my soft touch upon Your skin. And now a deep massaging touch to ease the tension from Your lower body, working the tired feet, flexing Your foot back and forth, letting You feel the tension flowing out.

I can tell by the smile on Your face that there is stress You are releasing, and I want You to know that I do appreciate how hard You work and how much effort You put into everything that You do, not only for us, but for those around You. You have so many special gifts that You share with everyone and even though I know how much You love doing that, I also know how much pressure You put on Yourself to please those important to You. So tonight You relax; tonight You sit back and let me take care of You; let me nurture You with my tender loving care.

See, those calf muscles are a little tight, aren’t they? Let the warmth of my touch ease away that tension, pull it from this leg and now the other one, the shoe and sock coming off and the foot cradled gently in my hands. Yes, Master, this smile is for You, this sparkle in my eye as I rub Your tired leg muscles, feeding some of my energy into You with my healing touch. Now, let’s get You into the warm tub before those feet get cold, shall we? Wait just a moment for me while I draw Your bath, but while You do, enjoy the hot tea and fresh baked cookies here for You. I’ll fetch You when I’m ready, my Love; here is another sweet kiss to tide You over.

Your bath is ready now, Master, would You come with me, please? Such a pleased look You have on Your face; I so enjoying holding Your hand as I lead You to this quiet oasis I have prepared especially for You. There, doesn’t the room looked inviting all bathed in candle light, and steamy from the sparkling water waiting for You? Yes, that is a touch of jasmine You smell from the bath salts and the candles and the music is a nice soft jazz I found the other day while shopping. It’s all here to bring You some much need peace and pleasure, Darling; here let me help You out of these clothes. Is that gooseflesh I see replacing all those soft kisses I’m placing on Your body as I expose it? I do love to hear You chuckle, recognizing how much I am enjoying taunting You with my soft touches and sensual pleasures.

I do love You so much Master, and if You will give a soft tug on the sash of my robe, You will see that I have also prepared for the bath, so that I may be close to You without my clothing on to get wet. Oh yes, please pull me against You tight, I want to feel Your silkiness pressed against me, Your hands grasping my ass roughly with Your longing for me. And yes, those harder parts of Your body will be getting attention too, lots of attention from my hands and other soft hot places. But for now, one last deep, soul wrenching kiss before You slide into Your tub, Darling, we must continue before the water gets cold.

There now, doesn’t that steamy water feel good as it envelops Your body, pulling You into its wet cocoon, drawing the last aches from Your body, and surrounding You with its heat and pressure? It feels so good, doesn’t it, to feel Your body floating so effortlessly, no pressure on the body, and that nice soft pillow for Your back and head? Lay back and enjoy, Master, for I am about to bathe You, to tenderly cleanse You of the stressful day, to wash away Your troubles and tensions and show You just how very much I adore You.

Your face is so handsome, even with those penetrating eyes closed, and that soft smile surrounded by that fuzzy beard is such a temptation for my fingers. I hope You don’t mind that I’ve chose to bath You with just my hands, not bothering with the washcloth so that You can feel my skin against Yours. Can You feel my fingers gliding so softly across Your forehead and cheeks, spreading the soap around, careful to avoid the sensitive spots. Yes, I am smiling at You as I rinse the soap from You and yes, I will lean in and give You a quick kiss, but just one, for You tempt me so lying here in all Your naked splendor. I must stay to my task so lay back and enjoy my hands rubbing the soft soap up and down Your arms, underneath them and then down Your chest. And of course I will stop long enough to tease another nipple; did You really expect that I wouldn’t? But just for a second because I must move on to Your legs. The water covering my hands is so warm, how nice that must feel against You and yes, I’m sure my hands do feel warm, too and yes, they most likely would feel good in other places, but I will get to them, I promise. Now hold still a minute so I can finish these feet of Yours and the other leg. 

No, I’m not deliberately torturing You by avoiding certain areas, I simply wish now to wash Your back, and so I ask again, would You please roll over for me, Sir? You think me such a tease that I would avoid touching that hardness You are so carefully protecting from the bottom of the tub? I promise to be quick, but oh the muscles across Your shoulders are so strong and I can feel they have relaxed some since You came home. I do believe, Master, that You are enjoying Yourself, and that You are gaining some small pleasure from this determination of mine to relax You. And my what a fine ass You have Master, so soft and silky underneath my hands and yes, I do believe I am giving it a little extra attention and of course I didn’t think You would mind. Goodness, Love, was that a shiver when my hand slid down to cleanse the crack of Your ass and the secret places leading to Your balls? I think it was, perhaps I should do that again, oh yes, I can tell You do like that and I must say I am enjoying it immensely myself. Yes, that’s it; raise Your ass up for me a little so my hand can slide under and across Your turgid flesh. Oh it feels so nice along my hand, and Your ass against my arm is so hot. Careful now, too much of that rocking motion and You will have water all over the floor and I will have to busy myself with cleaning it up rather than taking care of what I hold so lovingly in my hand.

Yes, I think it would be best if You rolled over now and oh yes, I am enjoying stroking that cock of Yours, but only to cleanse it of course. The pleasure You are reaping from this is purely an extra added bonus but I’m sure You are appreciating it none the less. Oh that dark burning look in Your eyes, what it does to me knowing how much I arouse You, feeling with my stroking hand how much You want me. Why yes, I’ve finished bathing You, is the water getting cold that You want to leave it? Here let me help You out of the tub and I’ll just grab the towel to dry You off before You chill. That look in Your eyes as You pull my head back with a fistful of hair is very intense, Master, is there something You wish from me at this moment?