2 comments/ 34441 views/ 3 favorites Bruised By: Celticfae He was staying in a hotel across town. I had met him online and could not believe I was going to meet him face to face. I spilled my fantasies over instant messages for months before he was sent here on business. I chose a simple outfit for today, a black pleated skirt and white blouse, and underneath a black lace thong and matching bra. The inch high heels I wore clicked on the pavement of the parking lot. I shivered, wondering what I had gotten myself into. I started to walk back to the car and changed my mind, entering the lobby instead. It was a nice place, not quite the Hilton but close as I had ever been. I walked down the perfumed hallway on the first floor. His room was at the end, and the rooms nearby were all vacant. He planned it that way. I knocked on the door, hesitating at first. He opened it slowly. I was in awe. He had not exaggerated. He stood in the dim light looking at me as I studied him. He was six feet tall and had a medium build. He wore his brown hair short, parted in the middle, with a little gel to hold it. I looked at his frame for several minutes. His was clothed in a gray suit. It looked like it had been tailored to fit him. He was a little older than I was, which made a perfect authority figure. I finally looked up into his marble green eyes after a few moments. He looked back down at me, mirroring my own interest. I was flattered and blushed a little. He did not speak, just ushered me into the lavish suite. I entered demurely. He walked over to the table and opened a bottle of champagne. “Welcome. I am glad you came,” he said, pouring two glasses of the effervescent liquid. “My pleasure, um, what should I call you?” He smiled slowly. “Well, you know my name, but you will call me Sir.” “Yes Sir,” I replied meekly. I noticed that Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata was playing in the background. I tried to recall if I had told him that it was one of my favorites as I sipped from the elegant glass. He looked at me again, and I felt as though he could see my soul. His eyes narrowed. “Strip,” he commanded. I put down the glass and started to remove my shoes. He watched as I took them off slowly. I felt subconscious and shy. “Move with haste. I expect you to obey quickly.” “Yes Sir,” I said, quickly removing each garment. I felt my skin tingle in the cool air as I stood there naked. He moved closer to me, sometimes lifting an arm or my hair as if he was examining me. He nodded and sipped from his glass. It felt like an eternity that I stood there in front of this commanding man. At last, he spoke again. “Alright, now you know that you can back out. But I am not giving you a safe word or anything like that. If you think anything is going to be too much for you, redress and walk out the door. Otherwise, you have been teasing me too long over the internet. It is time I punish you for all the days you frustrated me.” I gulped. Nervous tension filled my body. I was excited and scared, but intrigued. He grabbed a Victorian style chair and placed it in the center of the room when he realized I was not moving for the door. Then he walked over to me again, and grabbed the back of my neck roughly. The sudden movement through me off balance. He led me that way to the chair, which was only a few feet away, though it felt like more. “Spread your legs to straddle the chair, and lean over the back of it as much as you can,” he barked. I jumped to obey. I realized that the odd position was so I could not easily close my legs. We had talked about that before. I leaned over as much as I could but felt awkward. My breasts were smashed into the velvet back of the chair. I could feel the air hit my already moist cunt. I sighed in anticipation. I heard the tinkling of a belt buckle and knew what came next. There would be no warm up for me. I tensed and waited for the first blow. He took his time about it, and I heard him swallow deeply. Must be the champagne I thought. I heard the swish of the strap, but it did not fall on me. I tensed as if it had though. He laughed menacingly. I heard the swish again then a sharp ‘smack’ as it landed right in the center of my bum. I yelped in surprise, even though I expected it. He let it fall again and again, and soon I was heated. I could feel the juice from my pussy dripping down my inner thigh. I could feel my tender flesh bruising under the strap. He moved to work on my thighs, causing welts to form. I was moaning and rocking on the chair under his unmerciful strap. Abruptly he stopped, and dragged me off the chair onto the floor. He sat on the bed, and told me to stand. I scarcely heard him. He spun me around so that I was facing away from him. Then he pulled me onto his lap, wrapping my legs around him, bending me forward. I could feel the tailored slacks under my heated body. The rough material aroused me further. He pulled hard on my right nipple, eliciting a moan from my lips. He grabbed a handful of my red hair and yanked my neck back. It was then I noticed the mirror. Oh no! He was going to make me watch and see my face. I flushed with shame and squirmed accidentally. “Now you know better than that,” he growled and smacked my ass once. I yelped in response. I felt his fingers pry open my tight anus, exploring the very inner ring. I tried not to squirm but it was nearly impossible. Under his expert touch I felt I might come at any moment, and I did not want to anger him. I saw him smirk when I looked at his image. He withdrew his two fingers and spread my legs a little further. I felt the air caress me, and wondered what I looked like to him spread so. “Aw, look at that. You got your pussy juice all over my suit. I will have to punish it for that,” he sneered. Electric chills filled me. He popped my shaved cunt several times, quickly making me squirm. My face was blotched and red in the mirror. I panted heavily and he started again, making my body quake. I moaned in pleasure and pain as he beat me. He stopped and grabbed the nearby belt, folding it twice in half. He resumed holding me by the hair, and beat my ass and pussy with the folded leather. I was crying now. Lost in the sweet pain and pleasure an orgasm rocked my body. I saw the anger come over him. “Did I tell you to come? Answer me you fucking cunt. Did I tell you to come?” “No Sir,” I cried. “I’m sorry.” “You will be,” he threatened. He shoved me hard onto the floor. “Stand up and put your hands behind your neck,” he said coldly. I scrambled to obey. At least I could not see the mirror anymore. He kicked my legs apart and I stumbled, but quickly regained my posture. He took the belt again in his hands. He snapped it a few times in the air before striking my breast. Fresh tears flowed from my eyes. He smacked each breast in turn, making my whole body shake. He hit each one ten times then smacked my cunt with three full-blown hits. I screamed as each blow fell, feeling his complete control. He tossed the belt to the side and studied me again. I looked down at the floor, seeing my red splotchy body through my wet eyelashes. “On your knees,” he demanded. I fell to the floor, feeling the plush carpet under my heated skin. He unzipped his slacks and pulled his cock from his maroon boxers. It was wide, five inches around. He shoved it into my mouth, making me gag. I slurped at it, tasting his salty sweet precum. He pulled out and pointed to the bed. Not quite understanding I walked toward it. He pushed onto it, face first. “Ass in the air,” he instructed. I complied and felt him slide into my dripping pussy. The need to release had gripped us both. My tight walls clenched his throbbing member, making us both come in a few short strokes. We both relaxed, him still laying over me. Without a word we both moved. “You ok?” he asked. I nodded and picked up my glass again, feeling greatly relieved. “Well, that was a nice start,” I said. He nodded and grinned at me. Yes, I was glad I had taken this chance. Bruised Knees Ch. 01 She stared at the cold dirty floor. Her knees were sore from landing too hard. Hands handcuffed behind her back, she made fists trying not to show Master that she was tearing. The tears formed. Master paced slow echoing steps around her and sighed. "I just don't know what I'm going to do with you Slave. One simple request and yet it is too difficult to follow. Slave knows if she is late there are dire, dire consequences doesn't she?" A tear rolled down her face as she closed her perfectly black lined eyes. He was extremely disappointed. It was only their third meeting and she had already let Master down. She hated herself for it. If it wasn't for that goddamn street light. She knew it wasn't the street lights fault, if she had just left a few minutes earlier instead of smoking a last minute cigarette on the balcony of her apartment. Master walked slowly in front of her and stopped, his hands clasped behind his back glaring down at his disobedient, unpunctual whore of a slave. He saw the shiny few drops of regret on the floor in front of her. Her heart began to race when she opened her eyes and saw the perfectly straight laced black boots adjacent to her. She knew what was going to happen, it was going to be painful and she was going to suffer. It'll be worth it, it'll be worth it, it'll be worth it. Master leaned down, his left hand still behind his back and lifted her chin. She knew better than to look him directly in the eyes and stared at the ceiling, watching him with her peripheral vision. Master inhaled slow and strong with disappointment. Faster than she realized he spat on her face and a hard solid sting followed with a loud CLAP. She shut her eyes tight and felt the hot sting ring through her face. Another tear followed; streaking the black paint she applied earlier to enhance her big brown eyes. CLAP again, this time on the other cheek. This last one sent a shiver down her back, and it felt damn good. Masters hands were one of his best features, strong and large, well kept. God I love those hands. She opened her eyes again and Master had her leash and collar in his hand. He stepped closer. "Bow bitch." He commanded. Slave did as she was told looking down at his cold leather steel toe boots. "You missed a spot shinning my boots at our last meeting. This also calls for punishment that will follow through later this evening. I need that spot cleaned, Slave. Now." "Yes, Master." She said delicately. She lowered her mouth to the tip of his boot and kissed it. Softly grazing her red painted lips against the hard boot she gently licked. "Good girl..." Master said watching her. She licked again. She began licking as a child would lick an ice cream cone. Slowly moving her tongue and nodding her head. Slave was going to lick Masters boot until he was content. "Once more." Master commanded, pleased with what he could make her do. Her last lick was long and slow. She looked up toward him and closed her eyes, elongating her neck. Master placed the leather collar around her neck and tightened it a little tighter than he did last time. As he attached the leash she adjusted her sore knees and feet beneath her, they were going numb from kneeling so long. She swallowed a nervous gulp for the punishment that was to come. "Lift your arms you fucking cunt." Master said stepping behind her with a key ring in his hand. The chime of his keys clinked against the handcuffs as they released her small wrists. Slave brought her hands forward and set them gently on her thighs. Slave was wearing exactly what she was instructed to. The dark red tightly laced corset that Master had given her, fishnet pantyhose and clean black heels of at least 6 inches. Her long dark, hair was to be neatly drawn back in a single braid, nails and toes perfectly painted red. "Stand up! I want to look at my disgusting whore." Slave's legs were shaky; her knees were bruised and red from kneeling and landing hard earlier. Master adored her legs. They were smooth and shapely, just like the rest of her. He eyed her up and down holding her leash tight. Unexpectedly, he pulled the leash hard, pulling her forward onto her hands and knees. How will I explain these bruises this time? He threw the leash at her and spat on her face. "Bad, bad, bad girl." His voice trailed while walking to his favorite antique chaise seat. Before he sat down, Master shook his head. He took his seat gracefully. An attractive man of his mid twenties, he was tall, tan and broad shouldered. He had many tattoos on both of his arms which he normally hid with a well pressed long sleeve button up shirt. He sat straight and serious. "Crawl the fuck over here like the piss worm you are." She did as she was told and stopped in front of him awaiting further instruction. "You've misbehaved Slave. Now begins your real punishment. Get up, lie across my lap and beg for mercy. If you beg well enough I might consider an easier punishment." Her six inch heels clicked against the wooden floor as she assumed her position. She felt the juices between her thighs already. Master took her leash and pulled her head back wrapping it around his big strong hand. His lap was warm and firm; she could see the outline of his bulging sex as she adjusted herself. "I'm sorry Sir." Slave gulped. SMACK the sound echoed through the room. "Sorry for what!?" he scolded. SMACK SMACK against her big round ass. "Ah! I'm sorry for being late. It will never happen again Master!" she said feeling the hot sting burn across her backside. "I don't believe you. You wouldn't lie to me now would you?" he said rubbing his hand where he had struck her. She remained still. Her breathing hard and shallow. "Answer me!" he pulled the leash harder back. She coughed at the impact and tears began rolling down her face. "I will never be late again Master! I will never be late again! Give me the punishment I deserve because I'm a lying, late, whore!" She managed to choke out as he continued with harder, faster smacks. "Not good enough!" He exclaimed. SMACK SMACK SMACK... After the twenty first smack, she was holding in her whimpers and trying to ease her breathing. Her heart was racing and her vagina was sopping into her fishnets. Master released the firm grip of the leash and her head fell forward. "Th...Thank you sir." She looked back towards him and nodded. SMACK! "Ahh!" She cried out squeezing her eyes shut. "Good girl." Her behind was stinging and screaming bright red underneath her hosiery. She wanted more. She wanted Masters biggest dominant feature. Masters breathing was slightly faster, the heat radiating off of his groin like furnace. Master rubbed her stinging ass slowly and traced his fingers down her legs. He stared down at the long black heels and her delicate ankles taking their weight. "Get on your fucking knees you stupid shit." Slave did as she was told. Crawling onto her sore bruised knees she sat and waited patiently. Master stood up and stared down at her with a snarl on his face. He removed her leash. CLAP against her face with the back of his hand. He threw the leash across the room. "Undo that slut hair I want it down now!" Slave quickly reached her hands to the end of her braid undoing the rubber band and the neatly braided dark hair. Her hair fell wavy down her back and the sides of her shoulders. Master crossed his big strong arms watching her. She placed her hands on her thighs and stared at the floor. He grabbed her by the hair with both hands and smeared her face against his crotch. She could feel his big hard cock bulging in his pants. He held her head there. "Do you fucking feel this?!" He asked and pulled her hair harder against him. "Yes, Master." She said squeezing her eyes shut. Oh Master let me suck this cock. "I want you to suck on something. Something you're quite good at aren't you?" He reached behind his back pocket and pulled out a blindfold. "Yes sir I'm good with my little whore mouth. I'll suck on whatever you please." Oh God yes stick it in my mouth. Yes! Yes! Yes! Master released her hair and pushed it back. "Close your eyes." He whispered bending down wrapping the blindfold around her eyes. She felt his steps tap away from her and heard him shuffle in his pocket for his keys. It was pitch black and the blind fold was tight around her face. She took deep breaths as her heart raced for what was to come. She heard the trunk he keeps in the closet open. The clicks and clacks of random bondage belts and toys rattled as Master searched. The sound stopped and the thud of the lid was heavily closed. Slave jumped slightly when it did. She could smell his soft cologne as he stepped quickly behind her. "Hands up." He said. She lifted her hands wrist to wrist behind her back waiting for the handcuffs. It didn't feel like the handcuffs, it was rope. He swiftly and tightly wrapped the rope like a spider that spins a web of carefully planned skill. It wrapped around her wrists and arms, weaving in and out of her ankles and around her neck. Slaves back was arched and her head was firmly in place tilting slightly upwards. Master secured the knot and yanked the rope. "Ow!" She whimpered. "Too tight?" he asked mockingly. "No sir, no sir." She swallowed. Maybe a little bit. She heard his footsteps heading toward the door, and it became silent. She heard a few clicks and clacks ending with a single solid CLACK. He entered back into the room and cleared his throat admiring the shape of his slave's body. Her desert sand colored skin and dark hair complimented the red corset he gave her. Her thick thighs and hips perfectly situated as she was bound in his rope. He walked straight up to her. "Open that little wet mouth." He instructed firmly. Yes! He's going to let me suck on his cock! Finally. I'll show him how sorry I am! She listened for the zipper on his pants but nothing. "You, my little slut are going to suck on this as if it was Masters Cock, understood? If you do not, it will result in a terrible consequence. It does everything Masters cock will do. It is hard, loaded and waiting to blow into your mouth." He explained. "Yes, Master." She said confused... Bruised Knees Ch. 02 Master placed his silver 9mm handgun against her face, sliding it from one cheek to the other and finally into her opened mouth. It was cold, solid and thick. Oh...My...God. It's a fucking gun? She swirled her little wet tongue around the barrel and wrapped her lips around it. Sliding her mouth over it and tightening her lips like Master enjoys. He pushed the gun farther into her mouth; she could feel her back teeth beginning to scrape the gun. It felt like an hour before her jaw began to ache maneuvering around this hard metal tube. It tasted metallic and her lipstick was smearing all over the barrel. Enough already... He shoved it back a little further and she gagged, it wasn't fleshy like a man's cock. This was painful. A small drip of saliva trailed down the side of her mouth. Master held it there and admired her struggling for breath. She squirmed a little before he took the gun out of her mouth. She was breathing heavily her mouth cramping from the unrelenting solid gun. Her cheeks were streaked with her black tears. "Are you enjoying your punishment today Slave?" Master said softly, running the back of his hand on her stained cheeks. Breathing heavily still, she swallowed her adrenaline and obvious pain. "Y-Yes Sir, I am." "Good girl." He said sweetly and kissed her mouth. His kiss was warm and luscious, softly entering his tongue into her small wet mouth. He placed both of his large hands on her shoulders. He caressed her warm supple tan skin and pulled away. Oh God...Please...Please... He looked at her and he could smell the arousal coming from her pussy. It was sweet and there was lovely warmth behind the scent. He pushed her hair back behind her angled shoulders and kissed a trail down to her small round B cup cleavage. "Unnh..." She moaned. She felt him stop abruptly. "Did I say you could make any noise?" Oh shit. She was caught up into the moment. It was dark through her blind fold, all she could see were the pictures in her head of him fucking her senseless. Her thighs spread wide open, his hands holding her ankles at his shoulders and the sopping, slap noises of her soaked pussy taking his massive cock. "Bad girl." Master said firmly, "What the hell am I going to do with you? You're just not learning today. Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Bad girl...It sounds so horrible. "It's a damn fucking shame I have to do this slave. As much as I love what comes out of your mouth, moans without my permission will not be tolerated." She felt her face get warm, the knot in her throat made itself present. Tears began forming behind the blindfold. She felt him step away from her. Master was standing in front of her and she could feel him glaring. He cleared his throat and he walked back into the closet where his trunk is. He reopened it, shuffled through his things and shut the trunk harder than the last time. It was his favorite gag ball. The beautiful shiny red ball and perfect one inch leather straps connecting to the pretty shiny silver buckle. He walked over to her and sighed heavily. With the ball in his hand he stood behind her and grabbed the rope connecting her neck and ankles. "Open your fucking mouth you naughty girl." "Yes Master." She did as she was told and he strapped her into the gag ball. He began untying the rope and released all her limbs. Her knees were going to be black and blue in the morning. "Get up." He scolded. Blind and on all fours she got up like a newborn animal, weak and blind. She was shivering and still breathing heavily. Master grabbed her by the back of the hair. "Come into the other room." "Yes sir." With her hands behind her back and a tight grip he led her to the bed. The room was themed a dark red and gold, antique like furniture, Master had lovely taste. He stopped her right at the edge of the grand bed and smiled. The gorgeous red, silk sheets just waiting for something filthy to soil them. Everything hurts. This is the last time I'll ever be late. Master, please... Slave could feel the sheets at her thighs cold and crisp. "Good girls get a nice warm bed to make love on don't they darling?" Master said gently at her ear. He ran his large hands over her thick round hips and bit her ear. Master circled his tongue on her ear lobe sending shivers of ecstasy down slave's bruised legs. He kissed her cheek lightly and grabbed her small breast through the red corset. "But unfortunately, my disobedient, late little slut does not." He whispered. He walked her over into the master bedrooms closet. His walk in closet was the size of a small room. The walls were a dark gray; there were various little trunks and things hanging against the wall for punishment. At the end of the closet there was a small bed. It was a dull lumpy mattress, surrounded by small black metal bars. It contained no pillows or sheets, and the bed was old and small. It doesn't smell like his room anymore. God my knees hurt. My ass is stinging...Ugh let's do this already. I fucking want him so bad. He's doing it on purpose...Well I guess it's alright then. Master started taking her blindfold off. Her eyes were smudged black and her lipstick messy from rubbing her lips against the gun. The air was cool against her eyes and she regained focus. Slave looked around with her eyes so Master didn't say anything. He turned her around and sat her on the small ugly bed. The gag ball still in her mouth she looked beautiful for her Master. "Spread your legs for me at once." He commanded. "Rrrs rrrr" She tried to reply. She placed her hands behind her and opened her legs. The shiny long black heels she wore dangled off her small ankles. Her black g-string was obviously wet and she smelled of her warm wet pussy. Her hair fell on her shoulders and down her back. Master began unzipping his pants and rolling up his sleeves. He walked over to her and grabbed her wide open legs. His thick, large penis standing erect waiting for her. He slapped her clitoris with the tip of his hard cock. Slave jolted in pain and tried to remain still. "Take it." He scolded. Master grabbed her g-string and ripped it off with his hand. She dares stay quiet though her hips were burning from the snap of them being ripped from her. He kneeled at the edge of the bed and began lapping on her sweet pussy lips. Slave's eyes began to roll to the back of her head as she tried to stay quiet. He suckled on her clitoris and slid two massive fingers into her tight wet hole. She squeezed her eyes shut taking the two fingers. He pushed them in and out in perfect motion increasing speed as he ran his tongue all around her lips and clit. Oh God...I'm going to come, I can't come, I'm going to come, I can't come! "Mmmf rrrrmmmf mmmf!" Slave managed to say through her gag. Master took one long lick from his fingers, between the lips and up the small bead of her womanhood. He stood up and looked down at her, the pulse of his cock visible. He leaned over her grabbing her face with his slippery fingered hand. Unbuckling the gag ball he said, "Were you close slave? I'm sure you were you filthy little thing. I can taste your eager to please. Are you ready to please me Slave?" Her mouth free and sore jawed she replied, "I'm always ready Sir." "Good girl." He spit the small remainder of her juices on her face and followed it with a hard CLAP on her cheek. Master threw the gag ball at his feet and kneeled down to begin eating her again. His tongue was amazing. So warm and wet like her pussy already was. His tongue was fast and soft, while his large fingers pumped her tight slippery hole. "Master permission to come, permission to come please!" she said breathing shallow. Master was slurping and sucking on her lips and clit and replied "Come Slave, but do not squirt." She couldn't help it. She had to. She was already so aroused. It was going to happen. Master smirked and began licking her clit even faster knowing exactly what he was doing. Faster he pumped his fingers and pushed on her soft spongy g spot. "Ohhh...Ohhhhh I'm coming Master. Unnh! Unnnnh!" she moaned arching her back as far as she could. The warm clear liquid squirted all over Masters shirt and hand. Oh God...Ohh... She was breathing so heavily, and slowly inarched her back onto the dirty mattress. Before she could take a solid deep breath he climbed on the small bed and rolled her onto her stomach. "S...Sir?" She could barely manage. "Shut the fuck up." He said unlacing the beautiful corset revealing her narrow waist and soft back skin. Master tossed it over the small ugly bed. The garter belt looked perfect to Master. His big hard cock still erect he pushed her legs apart and shoved it in. "Ahh...Ahhh!" She whined. Pumping hard into her soaked tight pussy he grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled her head back towards him. "Too hard slut?" "Yes Sir, ahhh...!" she tried to say louder. He spanked her already red ass nice and hard. "Ow! Mas...ter. Ohh..." she moaned. "Good. Sluts like you can take a big cock, quit your fucking whining bitch." Master said continuing to pump and pull her hair like an animal. The sopping slapping noises coming from her pussy was making Master even harder. "Grrr you naughty little fucking girl!" He growled putting his two hands on her large tan hips pulling him even deeper twice as hard. Master was getting close but he didn't want to unleash himself inside of his nasty whore. He pulled himself out and got off the little bed. He stood up grabbed her by the garter belt, swung her around and CLAP a solid one to her face. "Get on the floor where you belong." He growled. Quickly, she kneeled on her knees. They were so bruised, it was almost impossible to keep her weight on them. "Open up Slave." He commanded. Her mouth wide open he shoved his thick slippery cock down her throat. She gagged and gurgled struggling for breath while he face fucked her. He loved watching her struggled to take his whole cock down her throat. Little whimpers escaped her as he began fucking her face harder. She wrapped her small fingers around the back of his legs. "Awh...Ohhhh..." Master moaned, flowing his white thick load down her throat and filling up her sweet little mouth. Slave couldn't hold it all in at once, it began dripping out of her mouth down her neck and the corner of her lips. "Open your mouth slave." Master said trying to catch his breath. Slave hesitated for a second and she opened her mouth up towards him. It ran further down her neck and onto her thigh highs and the floor in front of her. He smiled devilishly, pleased with his work. Master looked down at her and spit an extra little bit of himself into her mouth. "You'll be doing a spit shine for my boots next time, now swallow." He commanded. She did. It was warm and went down smooth. Her ass stung and her knees ached horribly. He patted her on the head and said "Next time you are late, things will be much worse. Understood?" "Yes, Sir." She replied and smiled.