0 comments/ 39816 views/ 4 favorites Emma's Tale Ch. 01 By: FluteMaster Emma was home early, but in something of a rush. Today, her Master was coming round to her flat for the afternoon. This was the first time they were to have some private time together, and she was anxious, excited, nervous and very, very wet. They had been together once before, in London. In those few hours, despite all the people around, Emma had felt the force of her Master's personality and had discovered the benefits of obeying him. On the bus home, she remembered that previous time. They had met at Liverpool Street station, her waiting obediently under the station clock. As requested, she was wearing high heels and hold ups, a very short black skirt with the special blue thong, a white blouse two sizes too small over a black lacy bra, and a long light overcoat, (unbuttoned). The make up was for a night out, but with very red lipstick. Her shoulder length hair was washed and hanging loose. Only that afternoon she had shaved all her body to remove any trace of stubble below her neck, and had a long soak in the bath. Before dressing, she had massaged cream into her breasts, bottom and cunt, imagining him doing just that until her pussy was swollen and seeping. When she had slipped two fingers into her bottom, her body had almost betrayed her by climaxing. Inserting the purple butt plug had been even harder, and she had whimpered to her absent master, begging for the chance to cum as she imagined his manhood forcing its way into her back passage. Her tears of frustration were real, and yet she had obeyed him, even though he was not there to see her sacrifice. She knew, though, that he would be able to see deep into her and she longed for his approval. Almost exactly to the minute agreed, she saw him, walking through the crowds towards her. Her heart beat more quickly, anxious that he would be pleased, nervous that his real life presence wouldn't be as exciting as his telephone calls and e-mails. She watched him as he moved closer, seeing his quickness and the intentness in his eyes as he observed her in turn. "Hello my darling pet. You are even more beautiful in real life than I could tell from your pictures." He smiled with joy, pleased to be finally with his darling slave. Emma's heart melted at his gentle voice and the sincerity of his praise. He was here at last, and all would be well. He opened his arms wide, and she stepped into them, enfolded, embraced, hidden inside his authority, too overwhelmed to speak. He lifted her chin and gently kissed her red lips, his touch breaking the spell of unreality. Her cunt tingled and the plug suddenly felt very large. She was his, available for his pleasure, offered to him. "You have done so well, and I am so happy to finally be here with you. Are you pleased to see me?" "Oh yes Master," she sighed, "pleased and very excited." She stood on tip toe and put her arms around his neck, kissing him firmly, opening her lips to his tongue which slipped into her so easily. Her body molded to his, her breasts and hips pressed against him as if willing him to take her there and then in front of all these people. Her Master was here, what else could she do? She felt his cock pressed back against her, aroused by the nakedness of her need and passion, hard with its own hunger to possess her in all the ways they had talked about. After a period when the world around them had seemed to hold its breath at their mutual desire, they stood back from each other, their eyes locked. "Come with me," her Master ordered, "we are going for a meal." Hand in hand they went down into the tube station, saying nothing in words, just happy to be there each with the other. Walking down one tunnel, he slipped a hand under the coat, and then under her skirt at the back. His knowing fingers found the base of the plug, and gave it a twist. The shock of the sensation, especially from an action performed so casually, almost brought Emma to the floor. Bolts of fire radiated out from her clenching anus, and her wetness increased even more. He whispered to her, "You have been very good, and I am extremely pleased." Emma almost begged her Master to cancel the meal, and instead to go straight to her flat. She longed for him so much it hurt. There was nothing she wouldn't do for this man who understood her needs so well. Images of her clothed body pressed against the door of her flat as he pulled out the plug and rammed his manhood deep into her bowels made her catch her breath. There was no doubt in her mind that he could and would do just that if he wished, and there was also no doubt that this abrupt taking of her would leave her begging and pleading for even more of the same treatment. Her desires, alone, however, were not enough. He had made it clear that this first meeting would be in public, and that he would not enter her physically in any way. At the time she had agreed to the wisdom of his restrictions, but now she wished she had a way of showing him how much her body ached for him. Finally, they were at the entrance of an Italian restaurant located in a basement. Downstairs the lighting was subdued, and the waiter led them to an alcove seat. Emma noticed the naked greed in the waiter's face as she took off her coat, showing off her long legs, her arse molded by the tight short skirt, her nipples obscenely stretching the fabric of the too small blouse. She blushed at the signs of evident arousal, and at her pleasure in them. Her master seated himself opposite her, and ordered a bottle of Fracsatti. When the waiter left he watched her, a smile playing on his lips. "I see that you really do enjoy looking like a slut for me, and I have to say you look very good in that outfit." Again, Emma blushed, eyes downcast, even though happy at the compliment. "Thank you sir," she whispered, "I am glad my Master approves." "My only alteration would be that you undo some more buttons on that blouse - say down to the bottom of the bra. You have such pretty tits, it seems a shame to hide them." Emma looked quickly round, pleased that there weren't too many people around, and started unbuttoning her blouse, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. To her horror, however, the waiter appeared as she released the last button, and he saw her thrust up mounds exposed everyone's gaze. From where he stood, he could very clearly see the soft flesh barely constrained by the lacy bra, and the way the full breasts pressed together seemed to hypnotize him. Her master laughed. "Don't bother to pour the wine for a tasting, we'll look after ourselves. And we should be ready to order in a few minutes." The waiter started, as if caught with his pants down. He hurriedly put the bottle on the table and scampered off. "My my," her master chuckled, "you are having even more of an effect than I had planned." Never had Emma felt so naked in public, or so aroused. Her thong was wet with her juices, and the tight fabric rubbed against the tender membranes. She couldn't help wriggling her bottom so as to feel the plug stretch her ring. She was a bitch in heat, and he hadn't done more than kiss her and twist her plug. Gratefully she took several gulps of her wine and relished the cold tingling liquid sliding down her throat. Quickly, they sorted out their order, vegetarian for her and a fettuccini carbonara for him. The waiter was delayed, obviously still recovering from his earlier show, and as they sipped their wine, her Master came to a conclusion. "My instructions specified that you wear the blue thong you wore during our second telephone conversation. I want you to take it off and pas it over to me so that I can check you are wearing the right underwear, and so that I can smell your juices." Emma's cunt spasmed, and she leaked even more onto the seat. He was asking her to undress in public and give him her knickers. "Don't worry," he reassured her, "you don't need to stand up so that everyone can see your naked arse." This hardly helped. First she had to hitch up her skirt to her waist, and then hook the thin fabric with her thumbs. As she felt the string ease clear of her bottom she lifted herself up a bit and jerked the fabric down. The wetness of her sex made the gusset stick to her, and when it came free, the coldness of the air increased her readiness for him. She had never been this wet in public before – she felt as if her cunt was gushing. With a struggle she pulled the thin lacy fabric down her legs, and finally freed it from both feet. With a sense of relief she balled up the under garment and held it over the table for him. Unfortunately, the waiter chose that moment to return to collect their order. As he stopped by their table, her Master took the wet knickers and, letting them fall open in his hand, smelt them as if testing the scent of a rare rose. All this time, he kept Emma's eyes locked with his, willing her to ignore the audience beside them. He pocketed the scrap of material, and turned to the waiter as if nothing was at all unusual. He dictated their order, and watched the waiter leave. "Well done my darling. I could almost believe you had timed it so that the waiter could see you hand me your knickers. Does it excite you knowing that you are now completely open to my cock?" Emma nodded, silently, squeezing her thighs together in desperation. "You look so uncomfortable. I think you should use your fingers on your cunt. Don't bring yourself off, but let me see your face as you finger yourself, and gently rub your clit." Emma's world shrank to the space between them. As if in a dream, she felt herself move the fingers of her hand down to the slick flesh of her vagina. Trying hard to ignore the other diners, she slowly slid one, and then two, fingers into the wetness. The lips were engorged and tender, the clit standing proud and erect. She curled her fingers up into herself and felt her moisture. Her eyes were fixed on the equally intent eyes of her Master, hoping that he was enjoying her obedience, her submission, her willingness to finger fuck herself in public because he desired it. Despite his request, she could feel her climax rising, and she bit her lip trying to hold it back. This very act only served to reinforce her feelings of lust and sexual hunger. "I think you should stop for a moment, and lick your fingers, taste yourself for me." Carefully she removed her fingers from their hot wet playground, and brought them up to her mouth. Mimicking the way she longed to take his member into her mouth and bring to a spurting climax, she licked and sucked her fingers – tasting her sex. Without being told, she returned to her slow erotic masturbation under the table, her legs wide apart, her fingers delving deep into herself. She wanted so much for him to be doing this, and she knew she would have not only let him, but put her head on his chest and whimpered like a puppy as he pushed his fingers in and out of her. Her juices were flowing so freely now that they were sliding down between her arse cheeks, wetting the plug held so securing by her ring. "Now, let me taste your fingers. Let me lick the cum from your hand." As if transfixed, Emma held out her hand, and watched him pull her unresisting fingers to his lips. Gently he sucked them in, and licked the juices from them. "Well done. I think that is enough for the moment." The waiter was returning with their food, and the Master didn't think it wise to run the risk of hot food being spilled everywhere because of the sight of a young woman rubbing her naked cunt at the table. Emma and the Master ate in silence, her still in a state of high arousal and lost in the sensations of her sensitive pussy. The Master just enjoyed the exquisite site of this young woman who had so readily obeyed him and who, he knew, longed to feel his more intimate touch. At the end of the meal, the master reached into his jacket, and pulled out a long slim package. "You have been so good, I think you deserve a present." Emma took the gift, and unwrapped it. She stared at a slim vibrator- a "gold finger", complete with batteries. "I hope you like it. In fact, I think that you should try it now to make sure it works." With shaking fingers she removed the toy from the plastic bubble, and just managed to slip the batteries in without dropping them on the floor. Using her fingers was bad enough, but this was a whole new ball game. And yet, it didn't occur to Emma to say no. Deep down, she knew it was what she wanted – she just hadn't expected it to happen so quickly. With a quiet whimper, she slid the dry shaft into her. Her wetness provided more than enough lubrication, but the coldness made her catch her breath. Carefully, she set the vibrations onto their lowest setting. Her breath froze in her throat. This was too much. She was going to be unable to stop cumming this way. The questions were not if and how, but when, and how hard. Gently, she moved the buzzing rod within her, taken up by the way the pulses worked their way into her, releasing her climax, working loose the orgasm embedded in her. She moved it to her clit, and the shock clenched her. She was ambushed by the strength of her climax. It came out of nowhere and piled into her. With a strangled cry she locked herself rigid, trying desperately not to let too much sound escape her body. Her breath came in short gasps, and her body shook with the repressed waves. It was so strong it almost hurt, and her Master watched her carefully, drinking in the sight of his beloved slave orgasming in public. She closed her eyes, and after an eternal rollercoaster ride, finally felt herself come to rest. The vibrator almost slipped from her nerveless fingers, but she had the presence of mind to turn the base and silence it. She sat there, drained and stunned, as he paid the bill and collected their belongings. She had done so much, and the sensations had been mind blowing. Even now, her cunt was twitching, and it was incredibly tender. In a daze she felt herself led to the tube station, and then to her flat. For a while she hoped desperately that he would not leave her but enter her home with her. She wanted to thank him, to show him how much she wanted him. She wanted to taste him, to open to him, to welcome him, to feel his cum spurt into her, wherever he deigned to shed his seed. With a kiss he left her at the doorway to her flat. "As I promised, I have delivered you safely home. I hope you enjoyed this evening as much as I did." "I did Master, more than you can tell. Thank you." And so it was, that four weeks later, they had agreed that on this visit her Master was to finally possess her physically. She would now be able to pleasure him and submit to him to their hearts' desire. Emma's Tale Ch. 02 The day hadn't started well. Emma had been so excited the previous night that she had hardly slept at all. Images of all that she hoped for had been crowded onto the cinema screen of her imagination. At one point, she had knelt on the floor by her bed, wondering what it would be like to finally hold his erect prick, and stroke its length, hearing his sighs of pleasure. She imagined herself licking its length, kissing the sensitive underside, and then gently sucking it into her mouth. Every time she thought about doing even that, her pussy had shed more liquid, her thighs trembling with need. In her mind she was able to take him all the way into the back of her throat – a task she sincerely hoped her Master would teach her to accomplish. To give herself so completely to him, and to feel his need rising as he sank deep into her mouth and throat was like a drug to her. She could almost feel his hands on her head, holding her steady as he fucked her mouth. Alone, in the silence of her bedroom, she whimpered to herself as she altered the angle of her head to allow him to push so deep that her nose was pressed into his groin, his hairs brushing her stretched lips. Her fingers stroked her cunt and circled the tender clit as she prepared herself for the blessing of his cum. She sensed that he would be firm and slow – using his full length, gripping her tightly as he felt his climax build. And then, when finally he could hold back no longer, she hoped that he would not withdraw, but keep himself lodged as far inside her as was possible. She wanted, longed, for the extravagance of his cock pumping its seed directly into her stomach as she milked the length with her swallowing. She wanted her face crushed against his thighs as he groaned with release – and at that point she triggered her own climax and collapsed onto the carpet, her strangled cries an accompaniment to her jerking body. "Oh God, let him use me completely tomorrow." she prayed. "May he spank me, make me perform for him, and use each of my holes so that I can prove to him what a happy eager slave I am. Above all, please let him fill my arse with his cum and then seal me up with a plug." Emma was an anal slut, and longed to find someone who truly appreciated her needs and desires. All of her previous relationships had either been with men who hadn't even wanted to consider using her bottom, or when they had, had cum too quickly for her to appreciate the exquisite sensations she felt from being stretched. All too often, she had been forced to satisfy her dark desires with plugs and dildos, and so she had begun to feel herself isolated and unwanted. But that had changed with her Master. She had found a soul mate in him, and man who appreciated the intense sexual highs that could be obtained from a woman's behind. When she had talked about liking being spanked, he had described his own fantasies of spanking her naked bottom with his bare hand, or a leather flogger. When she had described the butt plug lodged inside her, he had asked her to describe the sensations, and then made her cum by telling her how he planned to replace that toy with his manhood and pose her in innumerable positions as he plundered her arse hole. From his e-mails and conversations, she realized that this man would take all the time she wanted over her, and enjoy every second of it. In fact, as part of the preparations for that day, Emma was supposed to have worn her largest plug all the morning prior to His arrival. Unfortunately, she had slept through the alarm, and when she had woken up and seen the time, all her efforts were focused on getting ready for work and flying out the door. She hoped that there would be time to prepare herself properly for her Master that afternoon. It was three pm when finally Emma unlocked her front door. He hadn't been specific about when he was arriving, but she hadn't seen him yet, and she hoped she had at least half an hour to change into a sexier outfit for him. Dropping her bag by the door, she went into the living room to clear up a bit – and screamed. He was here. Her Master was already in the house, sitting calmly on the sofa, his arms crossed. With a sinking heart she remembered sending him that spare door key. After the previous meeting, she had harbored no doubts about wanting to take things further. He had requested a key to let himself into the flat if he were early. She had accepted that a strange man hanging around her front door would probably attractive a deal of unwanted attention. So he was here, in the flat, and she wasn't ready for him. She swore to herself silently. She had let her Master down already and she half expected him to walk out in disgust once he realise how unprepared she was. "I'm sorry my dear, I hope I didn't startle you too much. I had a quicker journey than I expected, and so I have been waiting patiently for half an hour – wondering where you were." Her Master's tone was quiet and calm, and Emma recovered her wits. "I am sorry Master, I hadn't realized that you would be here so early, and I was about to tidy up a bit." He smiled at her warmly. "I don't think there is any need for that. After all, I'm not here to buy the flat, but to share the delights of your submission." Emma felt her pussy tingle at that, at the boldness of the comment and its promise. "In fact, so that you won't be distracted, I think you should put on that blind fold." Emma looked at where he was pointing on the coffee table, and saw a black pair of eyeshades, like those given to passengers on long haul fights. Her Master had always planned on his pet wearing this, but hadn't expected it to be so early on in the proceedings. Still, now was as a good a time as ever, and it would establish his control over her. Emma reached down and picked them up. This was so different than last time. There wasn't a kiss, a warm greeting in a crowded place. The speed with which he had taken charge of the situation unnerved, yet also excited her. With a deep breath, she stood in front of her master, and slipped the blind fold over her eyes. When she had adjusted the elastic so that no light seeped in, she dropped her hands by her side – now passive in her helplessness. Her master sat quietly for a moment – savoring the exquisite gift being offered to him. This young woman was his slave, his submissive. She had told him and shown him in countless ways that what she wanted was his desire. At one point she had made him promise that he would not censor his demands. They had talked about limits and safe words, but it was also clear that what he was looking for in his toy was more than available in her. He pondered various paths he could take now, wondering which commands would best lead to their mutual fulfillment. Having played several very erotic scenes in his head, he made up his mind. "I think I would like to see you naked. Start off by removing your blouse – slowly." He wanted her naked, exposed to his gaze. Her heart beat increased as she lifted her hands to the buttons and, one by one, twisted them out of their restraints. As she worked down, she felt the air move against the skin being revealed. At one point she pulled out the fabric which had been tucked into the waistband of the skirt, and then carried on undoing the rest of the buttons. When the two halves of the blouse were hanging freely, Emma pulled her shoulders back and shrugged the garment off and down her arms. Only her cream bra was left on top, her full breasts spilling over the lace cups, her arms loose by her sides. "Good – now the skirt." One zip to pull down, a twist of the hips, and the material was settled at her feet. Matching cream knickers curved against the swell of her shaven mound. Her Master frowned to himself – he had specified that she wear the blue thong from last time. After she had handed it over to him at the last meeting, he had used it to mop up his cum that evening. Immediately afterwards he had sealed it in a plastic bag and posted it back to her, with instructions that she was to put them on, (unwashed), when they next met. In this way, she was to be reminded that she was his sex toy, his fuck puppy, there to satisfy his needs. "Turn around and bend over." His voice was brusque, commanding. With fear in her heart, Emma obeyed and turned round, presenting her bottom to his view. The master's voice was even harder – a touch of anger. "Are you wearing the butt plug I specified?" "No sir. I'm sorry sir, I was in a rush this morning sir. Please let, let me go and...." "STOP" With one word, the master silenced Emma's babbling and excuses. He stayed quiet for several long minutes. Bent over, her bottom thrust out, Emma was close to tears. She had let him down. Her master was unhappy with her because she hadn't followed his instructions. Inside she pleaded frantically to him. "Please don't go. Please stay and punish me. Please use me and let me show you how much I want to please you. I won't cum, and I'll beg you to fill me. I'll crawl for you and open myself up for you. Just please, please don't go and leave me here." A tear slipped down her face as her sorrow welled up. The Master who had pleased her so much was disappointed in her. Her Master, meanwhile, was wondering about this willful disobedience. He firmly believed that nothing anyone did was ever entirely accidental, even though a person's conscious desire was otherwise. If she was so unprepared, and with no good reason, then obviously she wanted him to punish her properly. "Stand up and turn facing me." Emma stood and turned, anxious at what He might have decided. "Now kneel upright and put your arms behind you. Keep your back straight and shoulders pulled back. Push your knees apart, I want to be able to put my hand on your cunt if I so desire." Hope swelled in Emma's breast. He wouldn't be talking like this If he was going to leave. He would have just got up and gone, leaving her in her misery until calling her when he had returned home. She had no idea what might happen now, but at least he was staying. Poised, like an eager sex slave, Emma waited for her Master's decision. "I am very disappointed that you are not properly ready for me, especially as this is our first time together. You have forfeited the right to be treated as a pet. Instead, you are to be my fuck toy. I will punish you, and then use your body for my own pleasure. Quite frankly, I don't care whether you cum or not – I only promise not to hurt you so that you are cut or bruised. If you are unhappy with this, you may use the Red safe word. At that point I will get up and leave, and we will next talk by e-mail. It is your choice. What do you say?" Emma took a deep breath. She knew that He would never inflict more pain than she could bear. She also understood that he was offering her the chance to make amends. Above all, she wanted him to stay, and she wanted to be punished. She vowed to herself that whatever he required of her, she would be eager and willing in her compliance. And down below, the threat of his punishment and use of her aroused her, and filled her with a hunger for his mastery of her. "Master, I am sorry for not being ready. I have no excuses, and I am grateful that you are staying. Please punish me as you wish. And my body is yours to use in whatever way you desire. All I seek is to please you completely." The simplicity and sincerity of Emma's words stiffened the Master's cock. In this resolution of her disobedience, they had stepped into a deeper level of her submission, and she was fully committed to the path. She not only hoped he would carry out his threat, she would consider herself a failure if he didn't make full use of her. "We'll see. Stand up and take off the rest of your clothes." Without hesitation, Emma stood. She unclipped her bra and let it fall. Her knickers she slid of her hips and down her legs – stepping out of them. She slipped of her shoes and then rolled down the stockings and removed them too. Despite not being able to see, Emma had undressed as quickly as possible so as not to keep her Master waiting any longer than necessary. The relief of his decision to stay made her feel like a giddy school girl. She didn't care about cumming – only satisfying him, and he was going to let her do just that. In anticipation, her cunt was lubricating itself and wetness was escaping down the insides of her thighs. "Walk towards me slowly, and I will tell you when to stop." Shuffling forward, Emma soon found herself between his knees. "Now, give me your hands – I am going to put them on the sofa on either side of my head. Good, and now spread your legs as if waiting to be fucked." Despite her desire to only please her Master, Emma couldn't stop her arousal building at these words. She was now naked, bent over him, her breasts hanging free by his face. He reached up and stroked the soft pillows of flesh, hanging like exotic fruit. His fingers brushed the nipples, and on a whim he grasped them between thumb and forefinger and twisted. Emma gasped at the shock, and her hips bucked. He pulled harder, downwards, and she whimpered, but made no effort at all to stop him. He pulled them to his face and kissed and licked them, sucking on the swollen points. Emma moaned, her desire building and her need rising with the smell of her desire filling the room. Her Master slid a hand between her legs and felt the liquid gash of her sex. Without any effort, a finger slipped into her warm depths. He laughed quietly at her readiness. He slid the now wet finger out and pushed between the tight curves of her buttocks. The finger probed until it located the puckered rosebud of her tighter passage. With some force and twisting, the finger demanded entrance, and Emma whined as she pushed back in encouragement. She was dry and tight, but that was her fault. Her breath came in short gasps as sparks of pain/pleasure crackled around her anus, and it took all her self control not to beg him to take her there now, and just fuck her. She felt that she had been waiting all her life for this moment, and she couldn't wait any longer. He sensed her unspoken wants, and chuckled to himself. "Not yet my little slut, you need to be punished first. However, the sight of your naked body and the sound of your desire have made me hard. Kneel between my legs and show me how you can use your mouth. Emma slipped quickly to her knees, and with questing hands sought out her master's need. In moments she had unzipped his trousers and had the velvety rod in her hands. Holding in steadily, she licked it from the bottom to the tip several times, before sliding it between her lips. As she gently sucked the head, her hand pumped up and down, mimicking the movements of being fucked. Seeing a naked blindfolded girl so eagerly sucking on him, along with the images of the delights yet to come meant that he had no desire to delay his climax. He gripped her head tightly and started to pump her mouth up and down with some fierceness, setting a speed that matched his lust. He threw his back and gave himself up to the warm, tight, sucking wetness of her mouth. Repeatedly he banged against the back of her mouth, but not enough to make her gag. Part of her was disappointed that he didn't go further into her, but relaxed and let him seek his own path. At last, with several harder thrusts that did lodge into her throat, he gave a loud groan and let his cum spill into her mouth. She eagerly swallowed his warm spending, humming with joy at his climax. She tingled all over at the feeling of his jerking tool in her mouth, so glad to be the manner of his release. As he sank back, Emma continued to lick and suck at the softening cock, eager to draw out any remaining cum, willing her master to continue receiving the pleasure of her compliant mouth. "Very good, my little slut. But now we need to consider the manner of your punishment. Emma had found the experience of being face fucked incredibly arousing, but the thought of being punished added an extra layer of tension and need. He stood up and stepped around the kneeling form of his slave. He lifted her up and guided her onto the sofa, kneeling facing the back of the seat. He then draped her head and arms so that they were resting on the top of the back. The position left her with her bottom pushed back, and with her legs apart, her swollen sex on full display. The heat of her need was so much he almost felt sorry for her. When he was convinced that she was secure, he spoke. "I am going to spank you bottom, and I am going to do it hard. You have been very naughty, and I want you to learn that I want you to obey me when I have a reasonable request for you. Do you understand that?" "Yes Master" Emma spoke in a little girl voice, her tummy a host to a butterfly convention. "Now, as always, I want you to count out each smack, and then say thank-you." "Yes Master" He stood to one side, admiring the rounded curves of her bottom, anticipating the thrill of applying his hand to their smooth whiteness, eager to see the flesh bounce and hear her response. In some ways this wasn't a real punishment. He already knew that she liked being spanked, and his pleasure in doing just that was one of the bonds that drew them close to each other. However, there was no fun in punishing a reluctant sub. Half the fun was in causing that wet cuntal flow from a pain slut who adored being physically chastised. He stroked the taut skin, pushing against the resilience of the muscle. Even though only minutes before he had drained his seed into her mouth, he felt himself harden at the prospect of finally ordering her pull back her reddened cheeks so that he could sodomise her. She too had read the Story of O, and she was keen to replay that scene amongst many others. "Ahhh. One Master. Thank you Master" He hadn't held back on the first blow, and he had no intention of holding back on the remainder. "Ohhh. Two Master. Thank you Master" "Ungh. Three Master. Thank you Master" Sixteen times his hand fell against her proffered rear. Sometimes the blows fell in rapid succession, and sometimes with a pause. The only regularity was the alternating of the cheeks. By the end, there were tears on Emma's cheeks, but these were matched by the rivulets down her legs. She was deep in her sub space, drinking in all the sensations, needing more and more stimulation, and the comfort of someone else taking charge. Turn over slut – on your back now, and pull your legs apart." His voice was hoarse with his desire as he realized how open she was now to whatever he might decide to do now. Emma could hear that arousal in his voice, and she thrilled to think that she was the cause of it. She had always loved to hear him describe how much he loved her slave/submissive nature, and how exciting he found her descriptions of her anal play. She could sense his barely repressed need to posses her now, and she gave herself to him unreservedly. Of course, she also knew what was about to happen. She had asked that at some time he would spank her pussy. And now, here she was, open and exposed to just that. Despite her earlier promise, she knew she was on the edge of a massive orgasm. She only hoped she could wait until he was again buried in her and spurting his cum. , , He gave her no time to count, say thank you or even breathe. The heat spread across her cunt and she felt on fire. And yet, with that fire came such a rush of intense sexual feeling. She was poised on the brink of cumming, hanging as if by a silken thread. She sobbed with frustration and with joy at the immensity of the wave suspended over her. Emma's Tale Ch. 02 Once more she was made to kneel on the sofa. This time she knew the spanking was over. Finally, he was to take her behind – to push his stiff cock into her hungry arse. Without waiting to be asked, Emma reached behind and despite the soreness, gripped the globes and pulled them wide. "Please fuck me Master. Please fuck my arse. I have waited so long for this. I so need this sir, I so need to have you in my arse hole." Despite her insistence, he applied some lubrication to the stretched anal ring winking at him. He was going to be in there for some time, and he need to make sure he didn't cause any damage. At last, he was ready. Emma's pleadings had become wordless moans, her bottom swaying as she attempted to seduce him into plunging into her bum hole. She was one quivering lump of need and desire, and this only increased his own passion to possess her in this intimate way. He stepped up behind her and put one hand on the small of her back to hold her still. Her hands still tightly gripped the cheeks, and the ring of muscle was stretched into an obscene smile of welcome – a small hole already opened ready to accept the girth of his invading rod. He held his stiffness in his other hand and rubbed the head in the dip where the lubrication was glistening. The soft tender membranes rubbed against each other, causing him to shiver with pleasure. Emma stilled, and held her breath. She pushed out, eager to give way and welcome her Master into his home. He started to push into her, trying not to be overwhelmed by the size difference between her tight orifice and his swollen mushroom. He went slowly, partly to ease her open gently, partly out of fascination at seeing the muscle relax and give way to him. Bit by bit his head started to slide into her, and Emma's breath became shorter. It was a bit painful, but she pushed back harder, urging on the good feelings that were there in the background. With a groan, he saw the ring slip over the widest part of his cock, and grip the shaft behind the head. It was like being held by the softest, tightest rubbery elastic. All his sensations were focused at the moment on the grip of her sphincter holding him like a living vice. He pulled back a fraction, and with the rubbing against his cock head, there was the sight of the anal muscle stretching back, clinging like a maiden's arms around her lover's neck. He pushed back in, using short thrusts to edge deeper in each time. Her moans and cries were a soundtrack to his filling of her back passage. She was being stretched in a different way to any of her toys or dildos. This was living flesh, wielded by her Master. She wasn't only being stretched in a way she craved; she was also giving her lord the tenderest most sensitive part of herself. With the fullness came deep joy, and a wild exaltation. "Yes Master, harder Master, fill me Master. Oh God Master, I need this sooo much. Please don't stop, please fuck me hard." He was taking his time while he enjoyed the clenching tightness of her rectum, watching his length sink into her. With a groan of unspeakable pleasure, he reached a point where he couldn't push forward any more. He was fully in her, and she was enjoying it even more than he was. In one slow motion, he withdrew as if pulling a cork from a bottle. If anything – she felt tighter. He pushed in, and again slid back to the wedge of his cock head. Again, he felt greater tightness on the back stroke. It suddenly struck him – she was tightening her anal ring as he pulled back so as to increase his pleasure. This more than anything else sent him over the edge so that he finally lost his self control. She was fucking his cock with her arse – she not only accepting it – she was giving herself willingly. He smacked each arse cheek several times as if goading a horse, and then gripped her hips. He was focused on one thing, on taking full advantage of this wonderful slut who knew how to pleasure a man with her bum. Slowly at first, but with driving strokes, and then faster and faster, he began a thorough reaming of Emma's rectum. Along with the rhythmic clenching of the entrance, he felt the head of his cock rubbing against the skin of her bowels. Several times he pulled all the way out, so as to relive the sensations of forcing his way back into her again. Emma lost all sense of time or her own space. She knew that at least once she came, but not how often. The dark clenching had gripped her bowels and shaken her like a terrier with a rat. She was a limp willing victim to this onslaught. Towards the end, she was pulled off the sofa and made to lie face down on the floor. She felt her Master lie over her, and then push once again into her tender orifice. She knew she would regret this later, but she couldn't help pushing up to meet his downward thrust, crying out in delight and passion. All she wanted now was to feel him cum, to let his flood loose into her. He was so close, and his cum was now ready to spray into his slave. With several slow deep thrusts he prepared himself, and then pushed hard and went rigid, "Ohhhhh God, I'm cumming, I'm filling your wonderful arse with my cum." Emma whimpered with delight as she felt the ripples of his sperm jetting up his cock and into her guts. She tried desperately to milk him, to squeeze every drop out of him. If she were to die now, she would die happy, with her Master lying on her, his wonderful stiff cock filling her arse. At last, they both relaxed, and Emma lifted her head part way of the ground and nuzzled her self against him. "Thank you Master. Thank you so much for punishing me and using me. I loved every moment of that." "You were wonderful my darling, and a most amazing slave." Emma giggled contentedly as she wriggled her curves against her Master.