10 comments/ 28598 views/ 8 favorites Accepting Her Master By: josie girl The “fasten your seatbelt” sign was no longer lit and the pilot was speaking on the intercom, telling everyone to have a great day. The weather in Minneapolis was a pleasant 82 degrees and sunny. But Tess found herself shaking as if chilled; her heart was pounding in her chest, her breath was catching in her throat, her nipples were so hard they almost ached. She was a nervous wreck and desperately trying to hide it. His instructions had been very clear. Pack her toiletries and two outfits – one for her return flight and one suitable for going out to dinner, and her toys. Only bring a carry-on bag. Wear whatever she wanted to wear on the flight in with two restrictions. She was to wear no panties or bra and she was to wear her highest heels. She had chosen a salmon-colored suit with a jacket that would help hide her large bosom. She was grateful she had made that choice, considering how obvious her naked nipples would be without the jacket to hide them. The short skirt came just above her knees and looked presentable with her black strappy high heels. If you didn’t look too closely, Tess looked like a professional flying in for a business meeting. In fact, Tess was a professional. But the weekend “meeting” she was here to attend was not business. It was purely personal. She was meeting her Dom. Her Sir. Her Master. After almost seven months of on-line submission, she was going to meet Phillip for the first time. She was eager and anxious. Scared. Excited. And more than a bit apprehensive. Phillip was a confirmed dominant and had trained several submissives. He knew exactly what he was doing. This was her first dominant/submissive relationship. She had met Phillip in an erotic chat room. She had sought him out when she saw his onscreen nickname – Dom Gent – and read his profile. Tess knew she was submissive but had never acted upon it. She had kept that part of her strictly hidden… even from herself. But she began wanting to know, wanting to experience, wanting to admit and be what she truly was. She had begun to read and investigate D/s on the internet. It had led her to Literotica and the chat room. She quickly found Phillip and took a step back. Phillip had gently, loving, firmly led the way. She had been eager to follow. Questions and answers, emails back and forth, slowly created a friendly relationship built on trust. He asked, she responded. He never demanded; she never refused. Phillip – as all true Dominants are – was patient beyond her understanding as he delved into her secrets and discovered what it was she truly wanted. When the time was right, he asked if she wanted to be trained by him, for him. It had taken her a day to decide. Phillip had not pushed or rushed her for an answer. He knew her hesitation was not due to her feelings for him. Rather, she hesitated because she was unsure if she could please him, if she was “right” for him. He gently stood by, waiting for her to come to the correct conclusion… in this time and place, they belonged together. When she wrote to him and told him that she wanted to be his, he was overjoyed and delighted. Tess had all the signs of becoming a true and dedicated submissive. But she would have to be trained carefully, gently but firmly, to bring it all out in its fullest glory. He did not want to break her; he wanted to make her into what she desperately needed to be. He was gentle and caring as he took her as a willing student through the first tiny steps of submission. She started each day with an email, telling him what she was wearing and what her schedule was for the day. If he had given her a task involving a particular outfit, she confirmed his instructions. Soon she was going about her day with no panties on at his command. She had brought several toys to her office and used them to bring herself to climax at his direction. She had learned to live for, thrive on, his commands. For the first time, she felt like a real woman: sexy, powerful, alluring… all because she did what he wanted her to do, what he commanded her to do. And now, months later, they were to have their first meeting. He had made all the arrangements. All she had to do was hop on the plane, get off and walk into his waiting arms. He told her that he would take care of everything else. Tess was almost the last one off the plane. As her eyes nervously scanned the area beyond the security line, she saw him. Phillip wasn’t the tallest man standing there. And if the truth was told, he wasn’t the most handsome. But he was the most commanding. His eyes pierced her and she knew… she KNEW.. that he saw inside her soul and could tell how scared she was. He smiled at her. She smiled back, wondering if it was as tentative as she felt it to be. Phillip smiled on the inside as he looked at her. She was nervous. He knew she would be the kind who unconsciously bit her lower lip when she was unsure. And there she stood, her teeth catching at the corner of her full lower lip. Ah, she was just what he knew she would be: full hips, large bosom, honest eyes. He was delighted with her already. But he knew this long weekend was more than just their first meeting. It would set the stage for their future. In fact, it would determine if they had a future. One of the first demands he had made on Tess was that she call him Sir or Master. Only if a social setting demanded it was she to call him Phillip. She had easily fallen into the habit of calling him Sir. But he had noticed a reluctance to call him Master. Indeed, he sensed reluctance in her to consider him as her Master. This weekend would determine if she would give herself freely to him as her master or if she had gone as far as she could, as far as she would allow herself. He loved her in his own way. But he needed more from her. Could she give it? Did she even want to? Tess shifted the strap of her carry on case on her shoulder and started toward Phillip. He waited patiently and when she was but a few feet from him, he opened his arms to her. She walked into him as he wrapped her in a hug. He kissed her forehead and whispered for her ears only, “Welcome, pet.” She pulled away slightly so she could look into his eyes. She saw kindness there and more. She saw the eyes of a confident man who knew his place in the world and stood his ground. She saw the man who had trained her, molded her and guided her for the last months. She smiled, “Thank You, Sir.” He turned her in his arms and took her bag from her. With his hand on the small of her back, he guided her out of the airport. He didn’t try to talk as they sidestepped the crowds; he just kept moving along at a steady pace and soon they were outside the terminal. He gently directed her toward the parking lot and smiled down at her when he felt her eyes upon him. She returned the smile, but he saw the smile leave her face as she bit her lower lip again. He grinned to himself at that. Soon they stood beside his car. He unlocked the back door and tossed her bag in. “Would you like to smoke?” he asked. Tess nodded. “Well, let’s take a moment and let you smoke a cigarette,” he said. “I would rather you didn’t smoke in the car.” Tess looked and saw his pleasant and open smile. She reached into her bag and pulled out her cigarettes. Although Phillip was a gentleman, he did not offer to light it. Her hands shook slightly as she held the lighter to the end of the trembling cigarette in her mouth She smoked rapidly while Phillip just stood there, patiently waiting and making no comments. She finally dropped the unfinished cigarette on the pavement. She crushed it beneath the toe of her high heeled shoe. Phillip looked at her and smiled again. He then opened up the passenger door so Tess could slide in the front seat. She sat still as he walked around to the driver’s side and got in. “Buckle up, pet,” he smiled. “Yes, Sir,” Tess answered. She was annoyed with herself for allowing her nerves to show through her unsteady voice. But perhaps he hadn’t noticed. Phillips again grinned to himself. Ah, poor pet, she’s a nervous wreck, he thought. He glanced over at her as she sat so prim and proper next to him. Her skirt was hiked up to mid-thigh; he could not see the tops of her stockings. Did that mean she was wearing pantyhose? Hmm, he thought. He noticed the jacket of her business suit kept her bosom covered. It was obvious to him that she was not wearing a bra but she had preserved her modesty and not allowed anyone to see her full bosom sway freely as she walked. He would deal with the pantyhose issue in his own time. As he smoothly brought the vehicle into the traffic, he started a conversation. Small talk, really, designed to put his pet at ease. No sharp or probing questions, just things about weather and work, the arrangements she had made for her dog while she was out of town. He could see her relaxing as the conversation continued. Good, he thought. He wanted her at ease with him and her surroundings. The car headed up a secluded drive way and Phillip parked beside a rustic but attractive cabin. He had selected this particular location with care. It was fairly isolated but not completely. The cabin was luxuriously furnished with comfortable furniture, a king size bed, and a Jacuzzi in the huge master bath. The carpeting was deep and plush and the entire cabin spoke of a lovers’ tryst. It was perfect for what Phillip had in store for the long weekend. As he reached in the back seat, he told Tess to get comfortable on the porch in one of the huge rocking chairs. “I’ll bet you want another cigarette,” he teased. This time, Tess laughed aloud. “Yes, I would,” she smiled. “I’ve got a surprise for you,” he said. “You sit here and enjoy your smoke and I’ll be right back.” Tess sat in the rocking chair and took advantage of the moment. She reflected over the last hour. Phillip was everything she thought he would be. He was kind and mannerly, attractive and sexy. He was doing his best to put her at ease and she appreciated it. She was getting comfortable with what the weekend might hold when she heard the door opening. He came out with a tray and 2 mugs on it. She could tell the mugs held steaming hot liquid. She caught his eye and Phillip laughed. “It’s fresh coffee,” he smiled. “I thought we could both use a cup.” She smiled and took one of the mugs. Slowly sipping, her eyes opened wide. “Yes,” Phillip laughed, “it’s your favorite.” He had remembered! She had told him months ago that her favorite coffee was Costa Rican. Her eyes warmed up as she looked at him over the rim of her mug. Phillip had used the time in the cabin not just to make the coffee. He had unpacked her bag, putting her toiletries in the bathroom and hanging up her clothing. She had brought the two outfits as he had instructed her and a silky bathrobe as well. He clucked softly to himself. He knew she wasn’t being deliberately disobedient; she simply had not learned the fullness of complete obedience. This weekend would determine if she could. Tess had kicked off her shoes and had her feet braced against the bottom rail of the porch. Her skirt was again hiked up past mid-thigh. Phillip appreciated the line of her legs as his eyes traveled from toes to hip. He looked up as another car made its way up the driveway and past the cabin. Both he and Tess nodded to the driver and passenger as the car slowly made its way by. “We’re alone,” Phillip said as he smiled at Tess, “but not completely.” When they had finished their coffee, Phillip stood up first and held his hand out to Tess. She placed hers in his warm palm and he closed his fingers around hers. He gently pulled her to her feet. “Why don’t you go get freshened up? I’ve laid out your toiletries in the bathroom. When you get out of the shower, I’ll have what I want you to wear waiting for you.” His smile was warm and gentle and Tess was completely undone by this man she had served for the last several months. He was just as wonderful as she thought he would be. He led her to the doorway of the master bedroom and let her find her own way to the bathroom. She was amazed at the luxury of the cabin and pleased that he had thought so much of her to find such a place. As she stepped into the bathroom, she was impressed with the luxurious touches everywhere – a towel warmer had thick fluffy towels waiting to be used, shelves surrounding the Jacuzzi held oils and lotions of all sorts, the shower was large with 6 shower heads waiting to spray a pulsing beat across her skin. She quickly stripped off and stepped into shower, adjusting the water to perfection and letting her skin feel the pulse of the water massaging her. She lathered her body with a fragrant soap, making a rich foam that she spread over her breasts and hips. She paid special attention to her pussy and ass, knowing that soon Phillip would want her. She wanted to be ready for him in all ways. While Tess was showering, Phillip slipped into the bathroom. He picked up her discarded clothing. Yes, he had guessed right; she had worn pantyhose. He left the items he wanted her to wear on the center as he quietly made his way out of the room. Tess turned off the water and reached for the warm fluffy towel and dried her body. She smoothed on a creamy lotion and checked her makeup and hair. Then she looked around for whatever Phillip had laid out for her to wear. All she found were two sets of cuffs - one set for her ankles and one for her wrists - and a collar. Nervously, she buckled the cuffs on her ankles and wrists. She put the collar around her throat. Each band of leather had a D-ring attached to it. She felt her heart lurch at eth sight. She looked around the room one more time and then thought that he had probably left clothing for her in the bedroom. She relaxed as she opened the door and stepped into the bedroom. The bed held nothing but pillows. There was no clothing of any kind lying about. “Pet,” Phillip called to her. “I’m waiting for you in the living room.” Tess’s legs felt leaden. How was she to walk brazenly into the next room wearing nothing but scraps of leather about her wrists and ankles? But that is exactly what he wanted her to do. She squared her shoulders back. If that is what he wanted, then that is what she would give him. She walked through the bedroom into the front room on shaking legs. She stood in the doorway for a moment and scanned the room. Phillip was sitting in the large arm chair. There was a huge, fluffy cushion at his feet. Tess smiled and walked over to him, sank to her knees on the cushion and rested her hand upon his knee. Phillip reached for her cheek and stroked it softly, “Ah, my pet, you look lovely,” he softly said. He reached forward and she heard a soft “click” near her ear. She realized that Phillip had just padlocked the collar in place. He reached for her hands. As she laid them in his, he dropped them onto his knees, took small padlocks from his pocket and locked the cuffs on her wrists. He then motioned towards her ankles. Tess raised each foot to him and watched as he locked each of the ankle cuffs in place. “Now, you are perfectly dressed, my little one,” he smiled. He pulled her on his lap and loosely wrapped both arms around her waist. “I’ve been waiting for this moment a long time,” he said quietly. “I’m glad it is finally here.” Tess looked carefully into his eyes and saw only truth reflected there. He pulled her face to his and kissed her, soft lips brushing against hers. Ever so slowly, he deepened the kiss, stroking her lips with his tongue, nipping with his teeth until she opened her lips and allowed him entrance into her mouth. And then he sucked the breath from her and filled her with himself. She felt herself melting into him, body and soul. One hand slowly made the trip from her waist to her breasts. He gently fingered one nipple and felt it harden under his fingertips. He slid his hand across her chest to her other breast and brought that nipple to attention as well. Only then did his lips pull away from her. He smiled broadly at her and pushed her to her feet. “Wait here, pet,” he said. He got up and walked to the dining room table. He grabbed one of the heavy chairs from the table and brought it to the center of the room. “Sit here, pet,” he smiled as he patted the seat. Tess took the few steps to him and sat down. He stepped behind her and kissed her on the shoulder as his hands traveled down her arms. When he had both her hands in his, he brought them behind her. She heard a soft click and realized that her wrists were now bound together behind the back of the chair. He quickly stepped in front of her, spread her thighs and knelt between her knees. Placing her legs on the outside of the chair legs, he bound each ankle to the leg. She tried to pull her legs together but her knees were caught over the sides of the seat; she could not close her legs. “This is how I want to see you when I come back into the room,” Phillip smiled. He stepped behind her and Tess felt the blindfold drop over her eyes. She could not see a thing. “You are open and waiting for me, pet. The way you should be.” He reached down and tweaked her nipples. By the soft muffled sound of his footsteps, Tess determined that he was walking away from her and into the bedroom. The sense of touch and sight were now denied her. She listened carefully; was that the shower running? The smell in the room – she had not noticed it before – was that vanilla? She leaned forward a bit to see how tightly she was bound. She could only move her torso a few inches; her hips were immobile because of the position her legs were bound in. She was a prisoner in the chair. But she felt no fear, only intense emotion washed over her that she could not define, could not name. She sat there forever. That’s what it felt like to her. She was comfortable as long as she didn’t strain against her bindings. The temperature of the room was just cool enough to keep her erect nipples pebbled. Or were they reacting to something else? She wasn’t sure. But she slowly became aware of a fullness in her lower belly. She was becoming aroused! The realization startled her. Phillip had barely touched her. And she was completely alone now. How could passion be rising up, she wondered. She thought she heard a sound. She forced her mind to still so she could concentrate. Her head was slightly tilted as she strained to hear another noise. She had no idea of the picture she presented to him as Phillip quietly came back into the room. He stood there watching her breasts heave with each breath she took. He saw the dewy wetness forming on her pubic hair. With her hips titled just so, he saw the pink slit peeping out. He smiled. She didn’t know it but her body was beckoning him. He quietly walked up to her. “I’m here, pet,” he softly said. But she jerked anyway; she had no idea he was that close. She felt him touch her breast, her nipple. No, it wasn’t his fingers against her. What was it? Then she felt a rivulet of water as it found its way away from her nipple and toward her belly. Her nipple was hard as she felt him pinch it. No, again it wasn’t his fingers. It was a clamp. He quickly rubbed the ice cube over her other nipple and clamped it when it responded to the cold. He gently pulled on the chain that connected the clamps. She arched her back in response. “Lovely, lovely, pet,” he murmured. “I knew you would respond just this way.” He removed the blindfold from her eyes. Tess blinked while she adjusted to the light. She quickly focused on him. “That’s right, little one,” he said. “Look at me. We need to talk.” “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. He turned his back and walked the few steps over to a padded, armless chair and sat. They were now facing each other. He lounged back comfortably as he looked at her. She lowered her gaze. Tess did not want to meet his eyes. Accepting Her Master Ch. 02 (Hopefully, this story stands on its own. But you might enjoy reading the first chapter to get a better understanding of the characters.) * * * * * They stood there together in the living room, Tess naked in his arms, Phillip gently running his hands down the length of her torso, still slightly slick with sweat. The spanking, then paddling, and finally the strapping he had administered to her as punishment had left her weak and wanting. He now felt her naked body pressed firmly against him, the heat from her skin seeping through his clothing, fueling his desire for her. Oh, yes, he wanted her. In every way a man could want a woman, a Dom could want his sub. He wanted her to give herself freely, feeling her arms wrapped around him in passion. He wanted to take her bound, restricting her movements to only those he allowed. He wanted the taste of his cock in her mouth, the feel of it in her body He wanted to possess her and brand her with his passion. But he would not do it now. He had just punished her. Severely, especially considering this was the first time they had come together, their first meeting. He had to discipline her for her disobedience and establish his mastery over her. He would not let that discipline be watered down with pleasure. Not yet would she feel the pulsing of her sex rise up and explode over and over again as he willed her body to orgasm after orgasm. Not yet... but soon. "Pet," he said softly against her hair, "would you like a cigarette? It would give you a chance to pull yourself together." She pulled away from him slightly as she sought his eyes. She saw the calm acceptance there, the care that he had for her. "Yes, Sir," she almost whispered, "I would." He gently pushed her away and smiled down at her questioning eyes. "Then go sit on the porch, smoke your cigarette and I will bring us both a cup of coffee." She started to the bedroom and he gently grabbed her arm. "Where are you going, my pet?" "To get my cigarettes and a robe," she answered softly, embarrassed to be reminding him that she was naked and he was fully clothed. "Ah, my sweet," he smiled, "your cigarettes are already out there and I do want to be able to look at all of you whenever I want to. You don't need a robe." "But... but, Sir..." she stammered. Phillip placed his finger against her lips. "Go sit on the porch, pet," he said, "I will be there in a moment. He saw the confusion in her eyes. While the cabin was in a remote area, it was not totally out of civilization's reach. Earlier when they had sat together on the porch, a car had passed them. Tess would be thinking about that now, how she would be totally vulnerable to view should another car happen by. But as embarrassed as that would make her, she would not defy Phillip again. Not if she could help it. With a straightening of her shoulders, she leaned in, kissed his lips softly and said, "Yes, Sir," and then walked onto the porch. Moments later, Phillip came to join her, two cups of coffee on a tray. She smiled up at him as he handed one to her. She stopped rocking and sipped the hot brew. With eyes twinkling, she said, "I can't believe You remembered my favorite coffee." The distinctive flavor of Costa Rican coffee was her favorite. "Pet, there are things I remember about you that you don't even remember telling me," Phillip's voice was smooth a silk and just as steamy as the coffee in their mugs. As Tess settled back with her mug, she heard the unmistakable crunch of tires on the gravel road that ran along side the cabin. She stiffened but did not move. Phillip smiled lazily at her and sipped his coffee as he continued to lean against the banister. Tess had no way of knowing that she was virtually hidden from the occupants in the car because of the shadows on the porch and the position of Phillip's body shielding hers. She thought she was blatantly on display. But she was determined to overcome her embarrassment at what she considered the most humiliating thing she had ever endured and remain where Phillip had told her to be. Tess forced herself to sit quietly as the car rolled past. Phillip eyed her approvingly. "Very good, My pet," he softly. "You please me." "Thank You, Sir," Tess smiled at him. She was still shaken by the idea of being nude in public but she had pleased Him. She sensed a satisfaction in herself that felt odd... but very good. When the finished their coffee, Phillip and Tess entered the cabin once again. He hugged her and then looked into her eyes. "I cannot wait any longer, My pet," he smiled at her. "I want to enjoy My body." He rubbed his hand down her back, over her buttocks and squeezed the still-burning flesh. Surprisingly to Tess, the feeling that caused was not pain but desire and it ripped straight to her pussy. "Go into the bedroom, lie down and put this on," Phillip said as he handed Tess a blindfold. "I'll be in shortly." Tess stepped into the bedroom and looked at the over-sized bed... it was covered with a thick comforter and lots of fluffy pillows. Soon it would be covered with their bodies and the thought made Tess catch her breath. She lay in the center of the bed, pulled the blindfold over her eyes and waited Phillip. She did not have to wait long. As Phillip surveyed the sight of his submissive laying naked on the bed, his heart hammered in his chest. He had trained her over the months to put him first so that through her submission, she would be complete. He had carefully and gently guided her to become not just submissive but His perfect submissive. He almost trembled with the anticipation of finally claiming her physically as he had claimed her emotionally and mentally. He gently sat beside her naked form on the bed and stretched her arm out, securing her wrist to the bedpost. He moved to the other side of the bed and did the same to her left arm. Neither of them spoke and she felt herself shiver with... excitement, nervousness, and a touch of fear. No, Tess thought, as she pushed that thought from her mind. She trusted him completely. She visibly relaxed as she reiterated that truth to herself. Phillip had noticed the tension in her when he had bound her. He also saw the tension fall away as she fully accepted that she was his to do with as he pleased. His heart swelled with joy. Still without saying a word, he sat on the bed and bent his face to her pussy. He could smell her arousal. He could see the dampness as it clung to her dark curls. He forced her legs together and licked her mound. He felt her shiver. "Oh, Sir," she breathed. "That feels so good." "I know, pet" he replied softly. "And when can you cum, little one?" "Only when You tell me I can, Sir," Tess answered breathlessly. This would be her first test of controlling her climax until given permission. Phillip did not intend to make it too difficult for her but he did intend for her to recognize that her pleasure was his to command. "That's right, my pet," he breathed his hot breath over her mound. He licked again and again was rewarded with her immediate response. Suddenly, he pulled her legs apart and buried his mouth against her clit. Tess writhed in the intense pleasure. She felt his teeth gently nip and pull at her clit and she bucked up to meet him. He soothed the exquisite torture with another lick and then pressed his finger into her cunt. His fingers were immediately soaked with her juices. "Aahhh," Tess sighed. Her hips started a rhythm moving against his fingers. Phillip watched as her pussy seemed to grab him, her breasts rising and falling with each shallow intake of air. She spread her legs wider in an effort to draw him harder into her. He smiled at her passion. As he finger fucked her, his tongue played with her clit. Occasionally, he let his teeth nip gently as he continued to plunge into her dripping pussy. He soon felt the involuntary tightening of her pussy muscle. He knew she could not hold out much longer. "Please, Master, may I cum?" Tess could barely speak, her voice ripped with passion. Phillip smiled through his own rising need. "Soon, pet, soon," he crooned, "But not now." He heard her whimper but her hips never stilled. Her juices flowed out of her pussy and down into the crack of her ass. He took his other hand and stroked the crevice slowly and settled around her back portal. He teased lightly, not forcing, just applying the slightest bit of pressure. He continued to finger fuck her cunt as his mouth worked her clit. "Ah, Master, please now?" Tess was begging. He raised his mouth from her dripping cunt. "Please what, my pet?" "M..may I cum now, Master?" she was almost yelling. "Cum for me, pet. Cum now. Cum hard for Your Master." Phillip tensed, knowing the explosion that would immediately follow his words. He was not disappointed. Tess bucked up, arching into the air, while her pussy spas med around his fingers. He continued working her cunt and his finger still teased her ass, forcing her climax to crash and build upon itself over and over again. Finally, with a long hot lick to her pussy, he pulled himself away. Tess felt him get off of the bed. She heard the rustle of clothing. And then she felt his weight upon her as his cock plunged into her. She had thought her passion spent but his long, slow, deep thrusts soon had her panting again, once again arching up to meet him, trying to unsuccessfully increase the pace. Phillip would not allow her the slightest bit of control. He kept the pace steady as he slowly and deeply fucked her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge again. She strained against her arm bonds in an effort to bring him closer to her but it was no use. She could move her hips but little else. He was in complete control of this joining, this mating, this fucking and all she could do was let him have his way for as long as he wanted to ride her. The heat became unbearable. The friction between his cock and her pussy had started a fire she could not bear. He felt her body begin to tremble and he whispered hoarsely, "Cum for me, My pet. Cum now." Once again, she exploded, spasming around his cock, bucking up to meet him with an intensity she did not know she possessed. She did not know that she had driven Phillip almost to his breaking point with her passionate responses. But she would soon realize it. Quickly Phillip got off her. He reached up and untied her arms and slipped the blindfold from her eyes. Without allowing her time to adjust, he pulled her up to her knees and he lay on the bed. "Suck me, pet. Take it all in your mouth for Your Master," he commanded hoarsely. Finally, Tess would be allowed to give Him pleasure. She settled between his legs and licked is throbbing cock. She tasted herself as she licked him from balls to tip, letting her tongue squeeze lightly into the slit and licking up his pre-cum. Then she let her mouth slide down the length of his cock until she felt it bump against the back of her throat. Sucking as she slid her mouth up and down, she felt him grow and harden even more. She worked faster, cupping his balls with her hand, feeling the weight of them as she caressed him. She finally felt that pulsing on the back of his cock and knew he would soon pour his seed into her mouth. The thought of tasting him, swallowing his seed made her work hotter and harder. Phillip grabbed her hair in both his hands and pushed her mouth roughly down on his cock and groaned as he exploded in her mouth. It was all she could do to catch every drop. But she would not let one taste of it escape. She had wanted this so many times and for so long. She would not waste any of it; she anted to savor all of him. As his orgasm subsided, Phillip relaxed against the bed and eased his hands in her hair. "Lick me clean, pet," he whispered. He felt the suction released as her tongue traveled up and down his cock, licking every trace of his climax away. She licked slowly and thoroughly and finally released his cock from her mouth as she slid her body against his and lay on his chest. "Thank You, Master," she whispered. Phillip laughed quietly. "You are most welcome, My pet," he said. "Most welcome indeed." Accepting Her Master “Look at me,” he commanded. His voice never raised but the tone was unmistakable. He was in complete control. Her eyes snapped back as he caught her in his stare. “You know you disobeyed me, little one. Don’t you?” “Sir?” “I told you what to wear on the flight here and you disobeyed me.” He remained calm. His voice neither accused nor forgave. He simply stated a fact. And he watched her carefully to gage her reaction. Ah, he thought as he saw her blush just a bit. She knew the pantyhose were not acceptable but she thought she would get away with it. She lowered her eyes from his. “Look at me, pet.” Her head snapped back up and she forced herself to meet his gaze. She whispered, “I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t think it would matter.” Her heart felt like it was breaking. She had already disappointed him and the weekend had not even started yet. Oh, this was not how she thought she would be feeling. She thought she would be reveling in his domination, not feeling the despair of his displeasure. He walked slowly back to the chair and stood over her a moment. Then he walked behind her and unclasped the cuffs. As her arms swung forward, he reached for them and rubbed the muscles that were stiffer than she realized. In only moments, her arms felt normal again. He reached down and unchained her legs from the chair. The he stepped away and walked to the sofa. He sat down and said, “Come here, pet.” She stood on shaky legs. She willed herself to walk, wanting to run but she wasn’t certain if she wanted to run from him or to him. She stepped up to him and he gently pushed her to the right side of his legs. He pulled her arm and she would have fallen across his lap if he had not been prepared to guide her exactly where he wanted her. He was going to spank her, punish her. She had dreamed of this moment but not this way. In her fantasy, her Sir would spank her lovingly, erotically. Not disciplining her. Not punishing her. He settled her across his legs keeping one leg higher than the other, forcing her ass high. Her arms reached out and stretched ahead of her on the couch; her lay across the cushions next to him. “Why do you find yourself here, little one?” he asked. She didn’t know when she started crying but she felt the tears stream down her face. “Be- because I disobeyed Your instructions, Sir,” she stumbled through the explanation. “And you thought about it before you did it but you did it anyway.” His voice was calm, almost cold. “Isn’t that right?” She could lie. But the thought never entered her mind to do so. “Yes, Sir. I thought…” her voice trailed off. That was the problem. She had not really given it any serious thought. She would never have deliberately disobeyed him. She gulped a breath and then said, “I truly am sorry, Sir. I would never intentionally disobey You.” She sobbed. Ah, his sweet pet. He was almost tempted to let her indiscretion go. Almost. But he knew he couldn’t. If they were to continue, he could not. He slowly rubbed his hand across her virgin ass. “You have been disobedient and you will be punished, pet. Let us get this over.” With no further warning, his palm came down hard on her left cheek. Just as rapidly he landed a sharp crack across her right cheek. He peppered her ass with sharp, quick slaps that quickly turned her white cheeks a deep pink. When he stopped, she thought it was over. She had not cried. It had hurt dreadfully but not enough to make her cry. Her earlier tears were not from pain. He felt her tense against his legs as she tried to push herself off his lap. “No, pet. That was just a warm up. He smiled as he heard her gasp. “Your punishment begins now.” She felt his body move as he reached down to pick something off the floor. She had not noticed anything near the sofa earlier. He must have hidden it before removing her blind fold. That was the last thought she had before the broad leather paddle slammed into her ass. It was long enough to reach across the width of her ass and wide enough to cover her from the crease of her thigh to the top of her cheeks. And it burned unbearably as it slapped against her tender skin. She was determined to take it without complaint. But by the time he had punished her with a dozen hard slaps, the burn was unbearable. She kicked her legs and screamed, “Stop… oh, stop!” He ceased immediately. “What did you say?’ She sobbed, “I asked you to stop, Sir.” “Do you have the authority to tell me what to do?” Her soul blanched with fear. What had she done? What had she been thinking? He pushed her up off his lap and leaned her across the sofa. Her knees hit the end of the seat and her breasts were pushed against the back... “Do not move,” he said. She heard him unbuckle his belt, heard it slide from the loops of his jeans. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him double it as he gripped the belt in his hand. “You will not say a word, pet. You will take these strokes without saying one word. Do you understand me?” Tess was terrified. She nodded her head and clutched the back of the chair. She heard the belt split the air as Phillip put all of is strength into the first stroke. It felt like fire across her ass. It burned and stung and burned again. Before she could react to it, the belt come down again in the same spot, bringing a welt up. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. She tasted blood. She didn’t care. It seemed to go on forever. She lost count. She didn’t dare think about anything… not the burn, not the sting, not the pain. If she thought at all, she would scream. And she couldn’t bear to think what would happen if she did that. Would he punish her more? Would he take her back to the airport? Would he leave her? No, it was better not to think. She realized that the strokes had stopped coming. Silent tears streamed down her face. Tess saw him standing beside her, calmly waiting. Waiting for what? When her shoulders stopped quaking with her silent cry, Phillip pulled her off the sofa to her feet. He quickly reached around her and snapped her wrists together behind her back and then gently pushed her to the corner of the room. “Stand here, little one, and think about what you have done.” She heard his footfalls as he walked away from her. Tess stood there naked, wrists bound behind her, ass burning beyond any physical pain she had ever known and thought about what had brought her to this place – facing a corner like a spoiled spanked brat. She admitted to herself she had taken his instructions casually, not with defiance but with a lack of concern for the intent of his commands. She had asked him in the beginning for dominance over her and then she had watered it down to suit her. She was devastated. Phillip sat quietly in the chair across from her. She could not see him, could not see how his eyes traveled the length of her body, could not see the fire there as the heat smoldered in his soul. He allowed himself this time to collect his thoughts. He realized that she could call out her safe word at any time. He would hate to lose her now but he would let her walk away before he allowed her to compromise or diminish their relationship. When an eternity passed, she felt him come up behind her. He unlocked her wrists and turned her to face him. Her eyes met his. “I am sorry, Master. I did not obey Your instructions as carefully as I should have. I thought it wouldn’t matter. I was careless with Your wishes.” Her breath caught but she was determined to continue. “I was wrong. I hope You can forgive me.” He looked at her. He saw the awakening of true obedience there. He saw her fear of losing him, of losing them. He saw her willingness to become less so that he could help her become more. His soul soared with happiness. But he had to be careful now. The next few steps were so critical to their future. He unclamped her nipples and saw the flash of pain leap into her eyes. He reached up with both hands and took her nipples between his fingers, working them, easing them back from the pain and arousing her at the same time. When he was sure the pain was gone, he released them from his touch. “I know you are sorry, My pet,” he said softly. “You have been punished and we will put this behind us. All is forgiven.” Tess leapt into his arms. She cried harder than she had cried when he had beaten her. She cried until her sobs turned into hiccups. And she clung to Phillip as if her very life depended upon him, for in fact, she felt that it did. Phillip held her close to him with one arm and brushed her hair away from her tear-stained face. “Shh, pet, it’s all right,” he murmured over and over. Little did Tess know just how “all right” everything was. Her response had been all Phillip could have wanted at this point. He was reassured of her submissiveness, of their future. Their weekend was off to a wonderful start.