3 comments/ 14804 views/ 1 favorites First Master Ch. 01 By: klee0patra As she lays there in the hospital bed, she is aware of the pain in her entire body. She can't understand why it didn't hurt last night when the Toyota slammed into her driver side door, totaling her little Honda Civic. If the airbags hadn't gone off, she would probably be dead right now. Feeling parched, she opens her eyes and tries to roll over to get some of the water on the bed stand beside her. It wasn't until then that she learned just how many muscles she had in her back and arms while she tried to reach for that water cup. Groaning a little, she hears a snicker coming from the other side of the bed. Worn out and fatigued, she tries to roll the other way, biting back the pain as she tries to see who is there. Seeing him in her hospital room, she wonders if he has more feelings for her then he admitted online. They met in chat 2 years before, and continued talking off and on in the same room, day after day. He picked, she laughed, but never did they talk of meeting. When the chat room decided it would be interesting to get together for a BDSM play party, they both ended up being there. They met, shook hands, and again, he picked on her. Perhaps it was because she never lived the life of a sub, and he was a sadist, perhaps he just didn't like her. When he speaks, the only part of her that isn't injured, he maims. "What the fuck, you just proved that women shouldn't be allowed to drive. You don't only get yourself a few days off from work, but fuck up two perfectly good cars too. Next time you want a vacation, just ask your boss for one." Not sure if she can take any more, she gingerly reaches for the nurses call button and presses it. Waiting for the nurse to come in, she fights off the tears that so badly want to creep down her face. When the nurse comes in, she whispers in a gruff voice, "Please," and she pauses, "I don't want any visitors." She pauses again and tries to swallow. "Please make him leave." The nurse turns to Ricky, and nods to the door, "I'm sorry sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave, my patient needs her rest." Then turning to Anna, she checks her blood pressure. A slight look of concern creases her brow as she jots down the numbers. "Miss Jasper, you need to make sure and relax. If you need anything, just push the call button and we will help you, it's important that you do not get up without assistance, your blood pressure is low, and will keep dropping if you don't rest, do you understand?" Anna nods her head and winces when pain shoots down her neck and back. Sinking into the pillow she closes her eyes again, and begs for sleep to come, the sleep that she doesn't wake from. ~~ As Ricky leaves the hospital he thinks to himself, "I was only trying to make her laugh, why does she have to take everything so personal?" He thinks about her moist eyes as he gets into his car to drive away. He thinks about how lonely she must be here, and that she looked like she wanted to cry. It took everything in him not to try and cuddle her up and protect her from the outside would, to tell her that he wouldn't let anything happen to her. "She actually believes I'm that cruel," he says to himself as he pulls out of the parking lot. He gets hard thinking about what she would look like with the tears running down her face while slowly sliding a razor down her breast as her hands are cuffed above her head, and her toes barely balancing on small wooden blocks. Shaking the thought out of his mind, he drives back to his house and decides to come back in a day or two. ~~ After three days of tossing and turning in bed, trying to get comfortable and sleep off the pain, Anna wakes up and notices Ricky sitting in front of her. "Hello Anna, you're looking a bit better today, how do you feel?" A little perturbed that he knows her first name, and she only knows him by his online name, she answers him, "Thank you Drake, I am feeling a bit better. Thank you for asking. Did you enjoy the rest of the play party? I really wanted to be there." "Actually, you didn't miss much, if you want to go to a good event, you should go to ShibariCon in Chicago. And why don't you just call me Ricky." Anna smiles at him, and not knowing what to say, she tries to sit up. Ricky steps up closer and slides his had behind her back, helping her to sit up. Anna tries not to blush at him touching her, but thinks herself foolish that she would blush at him helping her. Knowing she has to go to the restroom, but dreading the idea of using the bed pan with Ricky there, she slowly slides her left foot out to the floor, followed by the right. Making sure the back of her hospital gown is closed, she steps onto the floor and says, "I'll be right back." Knowing the nurse told her not to move, she still has too much pride to pee in front of a man. Feeling light headed, and a bit shaky, she makes her way to the restroom and sits down. She thinks to herself about the stupid hospital gowns that leave the back wide open so all the world can see. When she is finished she walks to the sink and washes her face. Seeing how pale her face is, she thinks to herself just what a great impression she is leaving on a sadist. "He probably thinks I'm nothing but a big baby. Can't even walk to the bathroom without breaking out in a sweat. Oh I hope he just leaves." Splashing a little more water on her face, she dries her hands and walks out of the bathroom. Ricky is right there to help her get back to her bed. "I know the nurse told you to stay in bed when I was here last time, and you didn't obey. Now, what kind of a punishment do you think that deserves?" As her face begins to register what he said, a big grin comes across his face. "Well Anna, I'm not going to take advantage of you, but you said you were curious about the lifestyle. When you're ready to experience it, let me know. I think you will be a great submissive, when you find the guy you want to submit to. I have to get going, but if you like, I can come back tonight." Anna nods her head, not really sure why, or what to say or think. Ricky raises a brow, but decides to talk with her about it later. He helps her sit down on the bed, and covers her legs with the sheets. He looks her in the eye saying, "Be well Anna, I hope your rest returns your strength to you." Anna nods again, "Thank you for coming, be safe driving." At that he grins, "Yes, with you not on the road, I'm sure I'll be safe enough." And at that he leaves. Anna lays back in the bed, smiling a little and thinking to herself, "Did we just have a pleasant conversation, and he only pick at me in the end? And what did he mean 'when your ready to experience it, let me know'"? She shakes her head and thinks, "I must be crazy to even think about it?" Yet she knows she has thought about it long enough. Can she trust him, will she like it? Shaking her head she closes her eyes and tries to imagine what it would be like to actually endure the things she role played in chat. Then she wonders why none of her Masters from online had come to see her, she saw 3 of them at the play party. Shaking her head, she goes back to thinking about what it would actually be like to live her fantasies. ~~ Another week passes and she is feeling much stronger, she asks the doctor to get her discharge papers ready. After some debate, the doctor produces her papers and she walks out of the hospital. Ricky is there to pick her up and drive her back to her hotel. He had visited her every night, watching her, and talking with her. He tried not to tease too much, waiting for her to get to know him better so that she wouldn't take it all to heart. They laughed a lot, and had some conversations about the lifestyle. He was the only one to come visit her in the hospital in the ten days she was on her back. He found out her favorite food was Mexican, and he took her to a little restaurant near the river. He asks for a private corner and they are seated. She ordered the Chimichangas de Pollo, and he ordered the Red Snapper Fajitas. They share some nachos before their meals come, and he takes a jalapeño pepper in his fingers. "So Anna, just how curious are you about the lifestyle?" She looks at him and the pepper wondering what he's getting at. "I'm curious. But I take my time in making decisions." "Why not try this, rub this pepper on your nipples, and tell me if you like it." "No way, I know it burns more then your taste buds, I used to make my own salsa until I couldn't get the burning to die down off my hands." "Just do it, you want to know what it's like to be a submissive, submit and learn." Feeling pulled in different directions, she doesn't know what to do. On one hand he is not her master so she doesn't need to submit to him, on the other hand he intrigues her. She takes the pepper and slides it up her shirt, rubbing it under her bra on her nipples. At first she feels nothing, but then the burning comes and she can't do anything to stop it. She shifts in her seat and tries to cover her breasts with her arms, hoping pressure takes some of the burn away. It really starts to burn within seconds. Then the food arrives and she tries to sit perfectly still. The sizzling skillet with the peppers and snapper are placed in front of Ricky, the sound causes her to feel the burning more intensely, as she pictures her nipples burning in the same fashion. She asks the server for a glass of milk thinking she can take the burn away with it. Ricky smiles, taking a nacho from the platter and holding it out for Anna to take it from his hand. She leans forward as he slides the nacho in her mouth. "Anna, I'm impressed, you are handling that very well. It must be very uncomfortable, but you are handling it like a true sub." She blushes and says "Thank you." The encouragement from him keeps her from wanting to use the milk, and she finds that just that is enough to help her endure it and ease the burning. He slides a hand up her waist, but she stops him from touching her breasts. Her nervousness surprises him, he isn't used to women who are modest. He whispers in her ear "now just imagine that you are on your knees and your hands are tied behind your back to your ankles, clamps on your nipples and a dildo in your cunt." His words instantly excite her, she feels herself getting wet at the images in her mind. He slides away from her and starts eating his fajitas. She is amazed at his ability to just turn off. She picks up her fork and tries to eat her food, but being so uncomfortable she reaches for the milk and a napkin. "No," he says in a firm voice, causing her to drop the napkin. She doesn't know why, but she obeys him. After about an hour of conversation over their meal, she insists on splitting the check. Only able to eat half her plate through the discomfort, she asks to have the rest to go. He drives her back to her hotel and walks her to her door and leaves. Anna doesn't know what to make of the day, or the last week and a half. She goes in and sits on the bed, her nipples sensitive but no longer hurting. She takes off her bra from under her shirt and barely touches her nipples, amazed at how firm they are after the evening. She plays with them a little while lying on the bed, unable to get her mind off the image he produced in the restaurant. ~~ When Ricky leaves, he feels like he could just kick himself. He thinks to himself "I know she needs more time, but damn" he shakes his head. Feeling a little shy with her, since she is so new to BDSM, he tells himself, "just go slow with her, or you will scare her away." Getting more and more frustrated, he pounds his dashboard with his fist. Seeing her blush in his minds eye, he tortures himself by thinking about it repeatedly. "Oh and that pepper, oh how I wish I could have been the one to rub it on her nipples, then suck them, ughhhhhh!" When he gets back to his house, an hour drive away, the first thing he does is turn on a cool shower, letting the water pound on his head, shoulders, and back. Getting out of the shower but nothing helping he walks over to the phone, but when getting ready to dial her hotel he hangs up. "We'll see each other tomorrow." He gets on his computer and goes straight to the chat room. Needing to get out some of his frustration, he sees a perfect target. He starts ripping into one of the other Dom's in the room. When others start ripping into him, he gets the room into a huge debate. When he is nearly forgotten, he leans his head back on his chair, closing his eyes, thinking of just what he'd like to do to sweet little Anna. ~~ Waking up from one of the loneliest nights of her life, she doesn't want to get up. She thinks about Ricky again and the jalapeño pepper. She reaches up and starts rubbing her fingers over her nipples, they are already hard. She pinches one and slides her fingers down her ribs. Annoyed with her shirt, she slips it off over her head, and lays back down rubbing her soft milky white breasts. Her pulse starts to quicken, her chest gets tighter, she can hardly breathe seeing his face stand over her. She pinches her nipples hard, knowing that he is a sadist, and probably likes to inflict pain. Pinching harder until her nipples are nearly numb, she slides her finger down the valley between her breasts and makes her way down to her navel. Tracing around it, she slides her finger over her soft mound, after shaving last night she has only a thin line of blonde hair leading to her beloved box. She always called it her love box in chat, and even now she thinks of it as just that. Sliding her hand under her panties and lightly tracing her finger over the slit, she pulls her hand up to her throat, roughly grabbing it and dragging her hand down firmly over her breasts. With her other hand she finds the button on her clit, fingering it vigorously, she arches up, and rocks as she tries to keep her finger on the spot. Bucking into the bed she grabs her breasts again, squeezing one tight and wishing it was his hands. She removes the thin barrier blocking her fingers from her entrance. Then rolling over onto her knees, she puts her head on the bed. She slides a finger into her box, already hot and wet, she starts thrusting and curling her finger to her g spot. Her other hand makes it up to her face, sliding a finger in her mouth, she sucks on it. Wishing she could taste his man flesh, roll his milk on her tongue, she sucks harder on her fingers. Returning to her back, she pushes up on her feet, lifting her ass off the bed. Digging her palm into her clit, she slides a second finger in and rocks her hand over the clit, easing the fingers back and forth on the inside. Pulling her head off the bed, she fights to keep on the spot she loves, the intensity too much, she is sure she can't do it herself. Thinking of the jalapeño pepper on her nipples, she firmly guides her left breast to her mouth, biting on the nipple and holding it there, working the fingers harder and faster, moaning out, and biting it back so that the neighboring rooms don't hear her. Her hips buck up, and to the sides she tries to keep her fingers on her g spot and palm on her clit, the sensations making her legs shake as she continues to hold her ass in the air. She rolls back to her knees, spreading them wide she pulls her fingers out and slides them into her mouth, tasting her own nectar, she puts her fingers back over her clit. Again she rubs fast and hard, arching down forward she watches. Never having watched her body before she stares seeing how big her clit has gotten from the stimulation. Sliding two fingers back in, she thrusts in hard hitting her g spot and causing her hand jerk away. She tries again and leans down again, head on the bed she thrusts. She forgets her neighbors and starts to whimper again. Not too loud, but enough to arouse her more. Twisting her fingers and pumping at the same time, she shifts her hips thinking of what it would be like if Ricky took her. That last thought pushes her over the edge and she clamps down around her fingers. Slowly working her fingers as she contracts in orgasm, she sighs, soft sighs between each contraction. Pulling her fingers out she sucks them clean. Amazed that she was able to make herself cum for the first time, she just lays back on the bed. Shaking her head, she can't even think straight. The only thought in her head is "wow, did I really just do that?" Getting off the bed, she takes a shower. Thinking to herself that she will see him today, she wonders what to wear. Feeling like she acts like a teenager, she wonders to herself, what do other 23 year olds do when they... meet with someone? Deciding for casual but nice, she thinks about whether or not to wear make up. ~~ Later that day, Anna meets Ricky at the coffee shop. He seems a bit stand offish and she can not determine why. Having seen him nearly every day for two weeks, this is the first time he seems quiet. She drops subtle hints every now and again of how interested she would be in actually experiencing some of the lifestyle, yet he doesn't bite. Getting home later she is frustrated. The day ended very poorly and she can't figure out what she did wrong. Thinking, did I come on to strong, does he really not like me, but what about those comments about when I'm ready to experience it? She paces around her hotel room and kicks the side of the bed, hitting the metal frame she starts jumping up and down holding her foot. She sits on the bed and takes off her sandals and looks at her foot. Talking to herself, "Well, that was stupid." She puts the sandal back on and tries to think of what she needs to do. "I want to find out what it's all about," she whines to herself. "Do I just come out and tell him, do I wait and let him initiate? Why do men have to be so freaking complicated?" She slips into bed trying to think of what to do tomorrow. Tossing in bed for about an hour, she gets up and opens her laptop. She signs onto yahoo messenger and sees him online. She decides now is a good and safe time to lay out the cards. Private message bluebell: hey there FireDrake: hey, thought you'd be in bed bluebell: i was, but couldn't sleep. how about you FireDrake: i usually dont go to bed for another hour bluebell: look, i just want to ask something quick FireDrake: sure bluebell: i want to experience what ive heard you talk about so many times, i want you to show me, is that ok FireDrake: im waiting FireDrake: oh bluebell: is that asking too much, feel free to tell me the truth, dont lead me on, ok. FireDrake: ok, but im strict, and you have to be sure about this FireDrake: how many times do i have to tell you, if i dont like you, youll know it. i told you i wouldnt take advantage of you, you have to be sure this is what you want bluebell: im sure FireDrake: ok, tell you what, im off tomorrow, we can talk in the morning, and ill bring you back to my place, ok, we can work out the limits and talk over the contract bluebell: that sounds great, i should get some sleep now, ill see you tomorrow FireDrake: yeah, you still have a punishment coming for not obeying your nurses bluebell: what bluebell: oh, ok, nvm FireDrake: Sleep well anna, your gonna need it. bluebell: and you Ricky Anna signs off yahoo and is completely excited, but anxious at the same time. She lays down to sleep, and her stomach keeps dancing, turning knots inside her with worry and anticipation. "Finally, I'll have my first true experience, and Ricky seems like a good guy, even if he is a bit of an extremist." She closes her eyes trying to imagine just what he will do to her. ~~ Waking up to an annoying alarm clock, she rolls over and pushes the button on her cell phone to turn off the alarm. She rolls out of bed, rubbing her dry blurry eyes, and heads for the shower. She wants to look fresh, and feel fresh when they meet for breakfast. First Master Ch. 01 "Seven thirty," she thinks to herself, "could I have gotten up any earlier? Why couldn't we get together for a brunch?" In the shower she washes herself with her vanilla almond body wash. She knows the scent is almost like candy to a man, when on the flesh of a woman. She thinks about the breakfast to come, and suddenly her stomach tightens. She becomes anxious. "He did say we would talk over limits today," she says aloud to the shower and herself, "didn't he? I don't even know what kind of limits to set." She washes her hair and steps out on the little floor mat. She wraps her hair in one towel and dries off with the other. Wrapping the towel around herself, she steps over to the mirror and dries her hair. "What kind of a fool are you," she says to her reflection, "to tell a guy you want to try the lifestyle with him, but not even know what kind of limits to set up?" She looks at her watch and sees she still has 20 minutes to get ready before she has to get on the road to make it to the diner he suggested. Getting dressed and ready, she spends the rest of the time trying to keep herself from backing out. "Wouldn't a one month contract be ok... then if he didn't do any permanent damage, the rest I could handle until the month was up. If it was too hard for me to handle, I could leave at the end of one month, and be stronger for it. I tried it, didn't like it, but fulfilled my end of the contract. He wouldn't have a reason to criticize me, nor I him." She leaves the house and drives the 30 minutes to the diner, her mind reeling the entire drive. Arriving 10 minutes early, she waits in the car trying to get the courage to get out of the car and meet the man she will experience a new life with. After about 5 minutes, she walks into the diner. She sees Ricky sitting close to the door and by a window. Her stomach does a flip, and she swallows hard. She walks up to Ricky, greets him and sits down. ~~ They don't address the issue of limits until after breakfast is done. He laughs when she voices she only wants a one month contract, but in the back of his own mind, he thinks its perfect for her, for her to relax and not feel pressured. He writes out a contract, stating the limits that can not be crossed. No pedophilia, necrophilia, zoophelia, scat, scarring, mutilation, branding, or subjugation servitude captivity and bondage. They talk over her work, and decide she will have 4 hours a day for writing. She will move in with him during the month, and she will take care of the house. They both sign and date the contract. He pays the check and they leave the restaurant. Being a writer, she is very versatile in her work. One feature article a month for Bella, a woman's magazine, and a story she is working on to be published. Having published her first book just 4 months before, the publishers signed a contract with her to complete another book within a year. Half way through, she is excited. Her carrier is taking off, and it keeps her from being chained down to a normal nine-to-five job. When they leave the restaurant, she follows him back to his place. He tells her to go pick up her things and be back in two hours. When she returns, he shows her to her room. It is across the hall from his. She walks into her new room and sees the room is bare, except for a small bed, closet, dresser, nightstand and lamp. Her first impression of the room is welcome back to the dorm. All we need here is some candles. ~~ Ricky walks up behind Anna as she is looking at her new room. She sets down her bags and he grabs her hair, yanking her head back. She yelps at the pain, as he leans into whisper in her ear, "I did tell you 'you have a punishment coming' didn't I? Next time you need to listen to your doctors orders." Slightly aroused, and a bit scared, she gasps out, "Wait, I did listen, they didn't..." Her words are cut off as he shoves her down hard down on the bed. She starts to rear up, her first thought being she doesn't want to be raped. "No," she nearly shouts as he grabs her and pins her down with one hand behind her back. She calms herself down and speaks in a monotone saying, "If you force me to sleep with you, it is force, it is rape, no matter what lifestyle you live by. I will report you." He reaches down, as if not paying any attention to her, and pulls the rope out from under the bed. Standing up, she starts to struggle. He puts his knee into her back and starts to tie her first hand, then brings the free arm to the bound one, and ties them together behind her back. "I do not need to rape a woman to get what I want. I told you I am going to discipline you, I told you yesterday that I would. Do not insult me again, or the punishment will be more severe." He takes a step away and calls, "Don't move, I'll be right back." He closes the door on his way out. She bites her lips together and closes her eyes, trying to think of what he will do to her. Her chest constricts with the fear of the unknown. She thinks to herself, did I tell him that I'm not that strong? He opens the door finding her still lying on the bed as he left her. He smiles to himself and walks into the bedroom. He pulls on her legs a little sliding her down to the edge of the bed, then grabbing her arm, helps her to her feet. He unbuttons her pants, sliding them down, along with her thong. Pushing her back to sit on the bed, he slides them down her legs. He grabs her arm and makes her bend over the edge. Her fear feels as if a wrestler was sitting on her chest. She has to force the air in and out of her lungs. She closes her eyes anticipating what is to come. "How many swats with the belt do you think you deserve?" he asks her mockingly. Having heard that Dom's like to rub in the discipline aspect more by making them help with deciding the punishment, she wishes she could just close her eyes and block it out. She thinks about it for a moment, so I got out of bed, when the nurse told me to call them first... maybe 5 swats. She tells him "maybe 5?" "Oh no," he says, "the nurse did say it would be detrimental to your health if you didn't rest, to let them assist you, and you didn't listen, isn't that correct?" "But they had been telling me..." He cuts her off, "Yes or no, slut." "Yes, and I'm not a slut." "Yes? Yes what, slut? "Yes sir, and I am not a slut. He grabs her by the hair and pulls her head back harshly, leaning down and whispering in her ear, "You are a slut, you are my slut now, for this month, that is what you will answer to. Do you understand me, slut?" Quivering out of excitement or fear, she doesn't know, but answers him whispering, "Yes sir." "Hmm, you seem to be missing something," he leans down and starts to fasten a collar around her neck. "Ah, yes, there we are. Perhaps now you will remember who I am." Shaking her head, she is thinking fast, what does he want me to... "Yes Master," she quickly says. "Now, how many swats do you think you deserve for not taking proper care of yourself?" "Master, I still believe I didn't do anything that bad, only 5 swats." "We shall see. After each swat, I want you to say, 'I'm sorry Master, I will take better care of your property,' do you understand, slut?" Her voice carries a slight whimper as she anticipates her punishment. "Yes Master." She suddenly feels the whip of the belt on her ass. Caught off guard she jumps up, and yelps, as her ass burns from the belt. She bends back down and says her line, "I'm sorry Master, I will take better care of your property in the future." He swats her again, and she pushes her chest hard into the bed to keep from jumping, the burning is horrible. She says her line again, and as she finishes saying it, her ass cheeks tighten up, anticipating the next swat. He bends down and starts rubbing her ass a little, feeling the heat coming from the red welts marking her silky white ass. Finding that erotic, he just rubs his hands over the heat. Her muscles relax and he pulls his hand back to swat again, harder this time. She yelps again, almost crying. She tries to fight it, to keep control of herself. She says her line again, and tries to fight the tightening, trying to breath long deep breaths to fight the pain. After about 7 swats, she is crying, she sits back on her ankles and begs, "Please Master, no more, please, I wont... I wont.... I will listen to my doctors. I swear it. Please don't hit me again. He picks her up by her arm and leans her over the bed, her body already going tense. He slides a hand between her legs and massages over her clit and lips. Slowly he slides one finger into her cunt and moves it around a little. Still crying but starting to relax a little, her cheeks loosen up again. He swats her 3 more times, quick and hard, and puts the belt down on the floor. He sits beside her on the bed as he releases her from the ropes. She stands and tries to grab her clothes, but he pulls her down onto his lap. All she wants is a moment alone, she hates her tears and wishes she could cry in private. She tries to stand up, and he holds her close. She cries on his chest and he lets her. She hates him for making her vulnerable. But the fact that he doesn't reject her for her tears, has her crying all the harder and resting her head on his chest. He just holds her on his lap, as he gently rocks her and strokes her hair. First Master Ch. 02 Chapter 2: The Morning After I would like to thank a friend of mine who proofread this and my first story. It wouldn't be quite as good grammatically, if not for her. ---------------------------------------------------- She had a lot of dreams, that night. Mostly chaotic, and none she could remember. So many, that the events that led to her slavery may have also been a dream, she subconsciously wondered... That's when a tickling sensation woke her up. It took her a moment to get past her sleepiness, and then she realized where she was. She was in a bed, she was naked, and her new master was fingering her pussy. What happened last night wasn't a dream. "Ah! You're awake," he dreamily said as his fingers ran up and down her labia, occasionally dipping his fingers in. "Good morning." A familiar feeling crept up from between her legs because of his hand and she started wiggling it. "Good morning... Master," she sleepily replied. He sat up and got out of bed. "Time to get up. We have a long day ahead of us, and I sure am hungry. Are you?" At the mere mention of hunger, her stomach began to growl. She slowly sat up and gave a big stretch. She looked around the room and saw the sun shining through the curtains. "Yes I am, Master." "Good. I will order us some food. In the meantime, you should freshen up and take a shower. The bathroom is over there." "Thank you, Master." The bathroom was gorgeous! Marble floor tiles, a large hot tub, a toilet with accompanying bidet, and an open shower were all designed with a Victorian theme in mind. After tending to her toilet needs, she removed her collar and placed it next to the sink. She looked up and saw herself in the mirror. Who is this person I'm looking at, she wondered. She had seen herself in the mirror before, but at that moment, she saw she was somehow different. Body parts that were just there seemed to take a whole new meaning. She remembered her lips, used for talking and eating, around his cock. Her neck was now a place for his kisses. Her breasts were for him to fondle. She had changed. Her innocence was gone. She absent-mindedly reached up and touched a nipple, playing with it with her fingers. It tickled, yet at the same time, that strange feeling came back. After about a minute or so, she heard her master talking in the other room. She could barely make out the word 'cantaloupe' and realized he was ordering breakfast. She went over to the shower and turned the faucets so jets of slightly warmer than normal water splashed against her skin. She welcomed the feeling as last nights sweat and juices just melted off her body. She grabbed the liquid soap and a washcloth and gave herself a good scrub down. Shortly after she reached her hips, she paused for a moment. He had penetrated her there. Her pussy and her asshole both felt his cock enter in. She was still a little sore from the anal intrusion. But her other part... She remembered how he woke her a few minutes ago. Again her hand moved, almost of its own will. She placed her fingers between her lower lips. How did it go? There... Once again, the feeling, that rapturous feeling... She ran her fingers up her parted lips and exposed her clitoris. She was unable to stop herself from flicking that little nub. She felt her face flush as she continued to masturbate herself. Almost there... Her quest for an orgasm was cut short as her attention snapped as the door opened, letting her master in. He headed straight to the toilet and tended to business. She watched him as his back was turned to her. She didn't get a good look at his butt, last night. It was kind of cute. He flushed the toilet, turned around, and walked over to the shower to join her. He stood over her with his back to the shower head and she looked at his face. My, he was handsome! She found herself getting lost in his big brown eyes. He had very chiseled features and a bit of stubble on his chin. Again, he brought her back to reality. "Get yourself clean?" he asked with an amused smile on his face. "Yes, Master," she replied. He once again turned his back to her. "Ok then, time to wash me. Start with my back." It took her a moment register the command, but she soaped up the washcloth and went to work. She scrubbed down his back and slowed when she reached his butt cheeks, taking the time to get a closer look. "Ok, that's enough. Time for the other side," he instructed as he turned around. She noticed the hair on his chest as she ran the washcloth over him, and how it trailed down his stomach to another patch of hair around his cock. She wrapped her hand around his member and started to soap it up. Just like last night, it started to grow and harden in her grip. "Stop," he commanded. "Put it between your tits." Obediently, she raised herself so his cock rested between her tiny little breasts. She was unsure what to do next, so she waited on his instructions. "Time for a quick lesson before breakfast," he started. "We are going to do what is called a titty fuck. Wrap your tits around my cock as best as you can and rub them up and down it. Understood?" "Yes, Master," she replied and did his bidding. Try as she might she couldn't provide any more than a cushion for him. "That's ok," he reassured. "Just do what I told you." "Ok, Master." With that, she moved herself up and down his shaft. It was interesting, to say the least. His cock felt warm against her body. She stopped for a second to reaffirm her grip and continued. The feeling of arousal returned to her. She looked up at her master, and she could see that he felt it, too. He had his eyes closed as he groaned in pleasure. Somehow, seeing this only aroused her more. This caused her to be more enthusiastic in her task. When he reached down and started tweaking her nipples, it was almost more than she could bear! She felt flushed all over, and she couldn't stop what she was doing! She started panting heavily as her passion took her over. After about two more minutes of this, he grunted and she could feel his cock jerk. She looked down just in time to see his cock shoot thick white semen onto her face and over her chest. After a few more squirts, he finally subsided, and his cock started going limp. She dipped her fingers into one of the milky white pools and brought it to her nose. It had an odd smell to it. She couldn't tell if it smelled bad or good. It made her curious. "Put it in your mouth. Have a taste," he said with a wicked grin. Slowly and reluctantly, she inserted her finger and touched his semen on her tongue. It tasted really weird - a bit salty, but weird. She quickly spit it out, and she could hear her master laughing. "Don't like it, eh?" His face lost some of its amusement. "You're gonna have to get used to it. Your mouth is gonna spend a lot time with that stuff." She looked up at him uncertainty in her eyes. Just how much was he going to make her do for him? Is she really stuck with him for life? Is there no other way? "We'll get to that part, later. For now, clean yourself up. Breakfast will be here, soon." He exited the shower, grabbed a towel, dried himself, and wrapped it around his waist. As he left he said, "Don't forget to put your collar back on, when you leave." A few minutes later, she had dried herself and once again donned the collar that defined her as his property. In the bedroom, she saw a cart had been wheeled in. On it was all sorts of fresh fruits: grapes, oranges, peaches, etc. Her master was now wearing a white button up shirt and black slacks. "Eat up," he told her as he was putting a tie on. We'll be going to your new home, soon. I don't want to hear you complaining about being hungry on the way." She cautiously took a grape and put it in her mouth. It tasted better than any grape she ever had. Soon she finished the whole bunch and went on to a slice of watermelon. Mmmmm... It was delicious! He joined her at the cart and munched down on an apple. Soon, most of the fruit was gone. The master got finished dressing and there was a knock at the door. "Come in, it's open!" He replied. That's when she realized she was dressed only in a collar and tried to hide her nakedness behind the fruit cart. When the door opened to reveal a maid, she relaxed. The servant was carrying a long fur coat and a pair of boots. "Here are the items you ordered, sir." She said to him in a thick European accent. "Thank you," he told her and handed her a twenty. "Please inform the master of the house that I will be leaving, and that I am very pleased with my new 'acquisition'." "Very well, sir," the maid replied, left the items by the door, and then quietly left the room. He motioned to his slave, "Put those on. It's cold and snowing outside, and we're going home." First Master Ch. 03 Chapter 3 – The Ride Home The snow was falling outside as the limousine pulled up. Almost a foot had fallen in the past week, and more was forecast for the next 3 days. But the roads have just been plowed, so now was the best time to leave. Master and slave exited the mansion where she was sold to him wearing possibly the only clothes she'll ever be allowed to wear again: a long white fur coat and a pair of matching winter boots. They walked up to the limo as the driver got out and opened the door for them. "Greetings, sir," the driver said. "I see your visit was fruitful." His voice had no innuendo at all as he said it. "Very fruitful, Michael," he replied as he guided his new property in the car. "Take your time in getting home. No need to get in a wreck" As she stepped inside, the driver couldn't help but notice how nearly her entire leg came out from under the coat. He managed to keep his composure and closed the door after they got in. In a minute the Limo pulled out onto the road. She watched as the place of her imprisonment left her vision, probably never to be seen again. The inside of the Limo was both luxurious and spacious. Two sets of seats facing opposite of each other, a small ice box and a built-in radio / CD player lined the area. He reached over and turned the radio on. It was an alternative rock station. She never cared much for rock of any type. She was more of a country girl, but she didn't say anything to him. As good as he made her feel sexually, she was still afraid to make him angry. The master reached for a switch and a privacy shield came up, blocking the driver from view. Once again, they were alone. He looks at her and smiles. "Go ahead and take that off," he commanded. "We'll be at least three hours before we arrive." Timidly, she started opening her coat, revealing the nothingness she wore underneath. Her nipples poked out proudly from her tiny breasts, while a wisp of hair marked out her pussy. After she finished with the coat, she took her boots off and settled back down, waiting on her master's next command. Instead he moved to her. He snaked one hand around her back, and the other cupped her chin, moving her head so she was looking right into his eyes. For a moment, just like last night, she almost got lost in those brown eyes. She almost didn't notice her blushing, and the music seemed a distant sound. "You turn me on so much," he said to her hungrily. "I get hard just looking at your naked body! I wanna fuck you all night long. I'm going to tell you what we're going to do, tonight. First, I'm going to push you down on the bed and lick, kiss, and suck you all over. "Then I'm going to have you play with your pretty little pussy in front of me. That's right, I wanna watch you masturbate yourself. I'm also gonna have you stick you finger in your little asshole and stretch it out a bit. Soon, you'll be able to fit two fingers in there. "When that's done, I'm going to turn you over with your tight little ass sticking in the air. That's when I take my turn at your little asshole. First, I'm going to lick it out. Get it all nice and wet for my cock. When ready, I'm going to stick it in. Not halfway, like last night. No, I'm going all the way in, this time! "After having my fill of that, I'll come into you like last time. Then I'm gonna have you suck my cock clean. Just make sure you keep your little ass clean, or else there's going to be punishment. "I can see you're blushing - even a little scared. But do as I say, and I promise you'll be screaming in pleasure." His features softened considerably as he went on. "But for now, let's do something that requires a little less training." His speech left her heart racing. What he said scared her to death, but the look in his eyes kept her in a heightened state of arousal. Her arousal won out as he pressed his lips to hers. It was her first kiss, just as last night was her first time with a man. He had taken from her so much: her clothes, her freedom, her dignity, her virginity... her innocence... He had taken her entire world from her. Yet, he had also given her so much. He made her into a woman, and is giving her a whole new world. She didn't know whether to hate him of love him. Regardless of that conflict, she now lusted for him. She returned his kiss passionately. When their tongues started to intertwine with each other, her heart started beating fast not because of fear, but from her own pleasure. His kisses were leaving her breathless. His hand left her chin and placed it on her shoulder. He then let it slide down to her chest and cupped a breast, noticing how soft it was, despite its size. Her response reminded him of why he bought her. She looked innocent, but he could a sex goddess within. He wanted her. The hard feeling in his pants confirmed those feelings. She shuddered as his palm rubbed against her nipple. Her breasts started feeling warm as well as between her legs. She loved how he brought that feeling out of her. She was a slut – his slut- and right now, she didn't care. After a few more minutes of kissing and caressing, he moved her onto his lap. She was red from her face to her chest and breathing heavily. Her lips suddenly had a fullness to them. He put her arm over his shoulder and gave her nipple a little kiss. She started shivering under his attention, her excitement mounting. Her free hand moved to her other breast of its own free will and started massaging her other breast. Oh, how she wanted release! "My, aren't you just a little horn dog," he said teasingly. "I'll bet you're aching for my cock in you, aren't you?" Without waiting for her to answer, he ran his hand down her body, through her thin pubic hair and between her legs. His fingers then started running up and down her slit. She was wet. He dipped a finger in and probed inside. A whimper escaped her lips. "Oh yes!" She cried out. He took his finger out placed it in her mouth. She was surprised at her own taste and sucked on his finger eagerly. After a few seconds his hand back down and searched for her clitoris. When he found it he gave a little squeeze. She almost reached a climax right there, but he quickly let go. After letting her catch her breath for a minute he started again. For thirty minutes he did this to her – bringing her to the brink of orgasm then slowing down, then speeding up again. She squirmed and begged him to end the torture and let her come, but he didn't listen. "Please let me come, master! I'll do anything you want!" she finally cried out. "Anything?" he asked with a roguish grin. "Yes, anything! Just please let me come!" she begged him. "Very well," he responded. "But I'm holding you to your word." With that, he went back to working her clit. It was soon after that her climax hit. She cried out loudly as she felt her swollen nub between his fingers. She felt her own juices spill out and run down her legs. He couldn't help but laugh at it. "I gotta be careful with you. Otherwise you'll end up leaving puddles all over my house." He looked down at the sight. "Now you got my pants all wet." Suddenly it came to him. "I have an idea," he told her, then ran his hand, also covered in her juices, up her belly, and started massaging it onto her breasts. As the scent of herself wafted to her nostrils, her passions slowly drifted back to life. He brought the hand back to up to her lips and fed her his fingers. Again she sucked her juices off of them, hungrily licking each finger clean before moving on to the next one. Then, he moved his palm to her mouth. That too, she licked clean. When she finished, picked her up and planted her butt back on the seat. She was a bit confused until she saw him undo his pants. He worked his pants a bit and produced a raging hard-on. She looked at it with wonder. It was the reason she was in this situation; the reason she lost her freedom; the reason she was snatched, bound up, and delivered to that cold dungeon; the reason she was prettied up, dressed half naked, and delivered to this man; and the reason she might never wear clothes again. It was also what introduced her to pleasures she never experienced before. She hated it... but she wanted it more. "Come straddle me," he commanded. She got up and swung one leg over his lap. Her face ended up close to his, and she could feel the underside of his cock up against her pussy. "Put it in you," he told her. She raised herself and tried to obey, but she couldn't seem to find the mark. "Use your hand to guide it in," he laughed. She turned away in embarrassment and slowly lowered her hand and wrapped it around his member. She then eased him into her still sopping wet pussy. It still stretched her considerably, but it hardly hurt, this time. In fact, it felt rather nice. Would it be the same every time she repeated something new? She hoped so... He started to bounce her up and down on his lap. How she felt was indescribable. It was almost like... he was filling up a space that had been left empty. It was wonderful. So wonderful... It didn't take long until she was bouncing on her own, eager to feed the feeling inside of her, eager to feed her pussy from his cock. She groaned her need for him over and over again, unable to stop herself from fucking him. He started moving his own hips as well. "Oh, this pussy is so tight! Do you like being my fuck toy? Do you enjoy being impaled on my cock?" When she didn't answer, his hands cupped her ass cheeks, and he dug his fingernails in. "Answer me!" he commanded. His cock fell out of her as she tried to escape his grip on her ass. "Yes, Master! I want to keep fucking you, forever!" "Good. Time to get to a lesson that got cut short, last night." He pulled her off of him and set her on the floor. "Now then," he said. "Kiss my cock." Reluctantly, she took it in her hand, leaned in, and put her lips to his glistening shaft then started kissing it in earnest. It had the taste of her on it. There was also another taste - a taste from last night - his taste. Together, they made an intoxicating combination. "Mmmmm... There you go," he moaned. "Now, lick it. Clean it off." The smell was as intoxicating as the taste. She slowly, but eagerly ran her tongue up his cock, treating it like a lollipop. She loved how it throbbed in her hand. She also noticed how he became when she did this. Could it be that she was in control, now? "Wow, that's nice baby!" he told her. "Now suck on it." She decided to test her theory further by taking it in her mouth. She worked her lips up and down his shaft slowly, letting her tongue run along its underside. Her passions flared again as she took it as far as she could go without gagging on it – about halfway down. His reaction confirmed her suspicion. He seemed almost helpless in her mouth. He was slouched and breathing raggedly. This only made her suck him faster. After a few more minutes, his cock jerked and he quickly put his hands on the side of her head and strongly held her there. She was shocked as jets of cum sprayed into her mouth. Again, it tasted weird. She tried to pull away but his hands were holding her firm. She couldn't stop as the semen kept spraying into her mouth. Panic started to well up as she helplessly struggled, but to no avail. So much for being in control... "Swallow it," he told her. "I'm not letting you go until you swallow it!" Tears streamed down her eyes as she tried to swallow. Bit by bit, she managed to get it down her throat. It was all she could manage. Eventually she swallowed it all, and she felt a bit sick to her stomach about it. When she finished he let go of her head and guided her back up to his lap, his cock still hanging out of his pants. He took her in his arms and stroked her hair. "Good girl," he consoled. "You did awesome, for you first cum swallow. You won't be doing that every time, but it's good you get to know it." "Yes, Master." Her chest heaved as she sobbed. Why was she made to do this? Why couldn't she just go home? But she remembered she had no home to go to. She had no parents, no known relatives. Even her foster parents acted like they didn't care. She was just another paycheck, for them. She broke down and cried openly. He put her head on his shoulder and cooed to her. He felt her sorrow, but he was also relieved. He knew what those tears meant. She had surrendered. She was truly his, now. The last hour of the trip was spent with her asleep in his arms. He looked out the window and saw his mansion coming up. He gently gave her a shake. "Wake up, my angel," he told her. "Time for your new home. You'd better get your coat and boots back on." She drowsily obeyed and looked out the window. What she saw left her in awe. The place was huge! She wondered how much of the house she'll actually see, though. The Limo pulled up and stopped at the front door. The driver got out and opened the door for them. "Thank you, Michael. You're services won't be needed for the rest of the day." With that, he led her down the walkway and into the front door. "This is your new home," he told her. "You will have the run of the house. Everyone who works here knows about you and will not touch you. You are not to go outside until the winter is over. Understood?" "Yes, Master," she said, staring around the front room. He walked behind her and removed her coat. "Get out of your boots, too. I will show you our bedroom, first. I imagine you'll need a bath." First Master Ch. 04 First Master – Breaking in the Bed The house was enormous! Everything about it was big; big rooms, big screen big tubs... big bed... There was an indoor pool, a dining hall, and a room which her Master called the "love room". The room was lit dimly and was covered in Persian-looking cushions. She was instructed to stay in the bedroom while the staff was on duty, and those that came in to clean the room knew of her. They were also there to tend to her every need. They had taken a bath together, but to her relief, it was without incident. Apparently, he had limits as to how much of her he wanted. "I'm going to go out for a while," he told her as he climbed out of the tub. "I'll be back tonight. Remember what I told you on the ride home. And make sure you're thoroughly clean at all times, especially your ass. "You may use the television in the bedroom. I have an extensive DVD collection you can use. Just don't scratch any of them." With that, he dried off, got dressed and left. She got out and dried herself before checking the TV. 300+ channels on the digital satellite, and not a thing was on. After about an hour of surfing the channels, she decided to check out his DVD's. There really was an extensive collection. One stack had over a hundred different movies, mostly action and sci-fi. She found one that was considered a classic – the one with the two governors. She found the violence repulsive and went for another movie about halfway. This one was one of Clint's many cop movies – something that she managed to tolerate. About half-way through, one of the maids entered the door with lunch. It was a nice pork chop with a salad on the side. To drink were two small glasses; one had milk, the other one had grape juice. "Here you go, my dear," the older woman said with a heavy Russian accent. "It is so good that the boss has someone to play with. I really hope you make him happy!" After viewing one more movie, she noticed that the sun was almost down. Time for one more movie, she thought to herself. She finished browsing through the first stack and went on to the next stack. This stack caused her to blush. They were all pornographic in nature! She knew they were dirty, and under normal circumstances she'd move on. But her circumstances weren't normal, anymore. Curiosity got the better of her and she put it in. This one had all scenes with two girls sharing a guy. The girls sometimes even shared each other. She felt flushed all over as she watched. Try as she might, she couldn't look away at the spectacle. At one point, one of the guys took his cock out of one girl's ass and fed it to the other girl's mouth. The other girl sucked it eagerly, despite where it had been. Could this be the reason he wanted her to keep her ass clean? She wondered. As the video went on, she found herself reaching once again for her tiny little breasts. The rubbing and fingering made her flush even more, and her other hand reached for her pussy. She started mimicking what he did to her in that limo. Parting her lips, dipping her fingers in, rubbing her clit; all of this while keeping her eyes on the screen. Almost there... As if he knew she was about to come, he walked into the room. Her passions sank and panic replaced them, as she quickly sat up and covered herself. He reacted to her with a hearty chuckle. "Getting in some practice, I see. Good, girl! It makes my job easier, then" His smile quickly turned into a scowl. "Where is you collar!?" Nervously her hand reached for her neck and found it was as naked as the rest of her. She quickly got up and bolted for the bathroom and fumbled the collar back on, then stood by the door to the bedroom, not daring to look straight at him. He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the bed. There, he sat down and threw her over his knee, with her tight little butt sticking in the air. "You disobeyed me," he said angrily. "I told you that you may only take the collar off when bathing. Now you get punished. I'm going to give you a good spanking, and I want you to count out how many whacks I give you. Understand?" She just laid there across his lap. Her head was moving around looking for and escape. She tried to struggle out but he held her firm. He grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head a bit. "Understand?!" he barked at her. "Yes, Master!" she cried out. He gave her cheeks a little rub. "Here we go. Remember to start counting or I start over." He raised his hand and it came down with a resounding whack on her ass! She yelped in pain, but failed to start counting. "I suggest you start counting, or it won't stop," he warned her. His hand came down again. WHACK!!! "One..." she said shakily. His hands stung against her sensitive rump, and each strike hurt more than the last. WHACK!!! "Two!" Tears started welling up in her eyes. Why did she have to suffer this humiliation? WHACK!!! "Three!" She started fighting the sobs that threatened to come up. She just wanted this to end. WHACK!!! "Four!" The tears started streaming down her face, the sobs could no longer be held. WHACK!!! "Five!" She started crying in earnest, now. She was his toy, and there was nothing she could do about it. He took her back in his arms and gently caressed her red bottom. "There there," he whispered. "It's all over, now. Just make sure you put your collar back on after you bathe, and this will never happen again." He placed her on the bed and lied down next to her. "Remember what I told you what I was going to do to during the ride home? Well, as part of your punishment, the kissing and licking part is cancelled." He got up and went to the DVD collection and replaced the disc. Then, he went to the bathroom and came out a couple of towels. He got back on the bed and shifted her so she could watch the moving putting the towels under her. "Can't have you making a mess on the on bed as you orgasm," he kidded. She blushed as he gave her neck a quick kiss and started the video. It starred various porn starts. Kitty Carson, Juggalicious, Rita Ruiz... the list went on. The first scene showed Juggalicious in a couple's scene. Her breasts were enourmous! There was no way those things were natural! He quickly moved on to the next scene. "Those things just make me sick!" he said. The next scene held to men sharing a woman. "Here we go," he told her. "Now, show me what you were doing when I came in here." He guided her hand to her pussy as she blushed even more. His hand manipulated hers to start her off. After a few minutes she was moving on her own. Her eyes never left the screen. She didn't believe she was doing this. She was playing with herself with her master watching. Somehow the thought of someone watching her pleasure herself turned her on even more. She became more into her task. He got off the bed and started undressing as she continued. When he finished, she looked and saw his cock again, standing tall and proud. It looked more and more desirable each time she saw it. He lay back down next to her and kissed her deeply. She moaned into his mouth as her passions kept increasing. Feeling his member resting on her thigh raised them even more. "Keep going," he instructed her. "You look very beautiful, especially when aroused." He started playing with her little breasts, laying his palm flat against her nipples. The feeling in her loins threatened to burst. On the screen, the woman had one man's cock in her pussy in a sitting position and the other's in her mouth. .The sight was enough of to take her over the edge. Her breathing grew rapid and heavy as she attacked her clitoris furiously. When her master lowered his head to suck on her nipples, the feeling burst inside her. She cried out in ecstasy, and her wetness gushed out of her. This time, her hand was removed by him, so there was nothing in the way and the master got to see how it came out. It squirted out a bit, but to his relief, it didn't go beyond the towel. "Excellent! Good girl!" he exclaimed, then gave her another kiss. The scene that was playing ended in messy cumshots and faded into the next one. This one had Rita Ruiz in it. Rita was a Latina who had wonderful looking breasts and a nice round backside which nearly swallowed the thong she was wearing. The slave felt quite jealous as she was much smaller in those areas. Her master, however, didn't seem to care. He wanted her just the way she is. She found comfort in that knowledge. "Get up on your knees, facing the TV," he commanded her. "Time for your next bit of training." Nervously, she did as she was told. She remembered what he told her on the ride here. He was going to take her anally. He was going to take her harder than last time, and it was going to hurt. "We'll start by getting you good and ready," he instructed. He spread her cheeks, revealing the puckered spot in between. "Get your finger in your mouth and get it all nice and wet, then put it in your asshole." She reached behind her, inserted her finger as far as it would go, but it could only go as far as the tip. It gave her a very distinct, yet erotic feeling. With her master watching her and herself watching the video in front of her, her aroused feeling came back. On the video, Rita was taking the man's cock so far, that she had to be putting it down her throat! There was no end to the shock that would be presented to the poor slave girl! But it served to heighten her arousal even more. The master took one hand, placed his thumb and forefinger on either side of her inserted finger, and pulled on the skin surrounding her opening. He then took his other hand and pushed her finger further in. He could feel her sphincter trying to push her finger back out. "Try to make yourself relax," he instructed her. "I will slide right in if you're not nervous." After about another minute of trying, he got her finger past the first knuckle. A little more work, and it went just above her second knuckle. "Good girl," he complimented her. "Now move it around in a circular motion. Stretch yourself out some." Aided by his hands, she could feel her opening expand inside her. The stretching sensation was a mixture of pleasure and slight pain. That dark perverted sensation she had on her first night with him started to come back. His hand started guiding her finger in and out of her. She looked up at the screen and saw Rita now on top, humping the man's cock madly. The sensation in her ass was getting heavier and she turned away from the sight to concentrate on her task. To her surprise, her master started licking and drooling on another of her fingers. "Let's see if you're ready for a second finger," he explained to her. The stretching feeling became more painful as he tried to coax her next finger in. "Ah! It Hurts!" She cried out. "Please stop!" He reached out and pulled her head up by a handful of hair. "'Please stop', what!?" A new pain leapt into her skull. "Please stop... Master!" He let go of her hair. "No. Not until you're good and ready." It took quite some doing, but he started to get her finger in with the other one: first the tip, the first knuckle, then stopping at the second. Tears came out of her eyes again, in pain and humiliation. She just wanted this to end... "Good girl!!" He reassured her. "Now just keep it there, for a moment. Let you get used to the feeling." She shuddered in pain, hoping she'd be able to take her fingers out, soon. As she laid there in agony, his hands started caressing her bottom cheeks. A couple of minutes later, the perverted feeling rose again, and the pain started subsiding. She kept panting as her sphincter started getting used to the intrusion and stopped trying to reject it. Again, he guided her hand into fingerfucking her ass. The feeling was intense. The dark pleasure became even greater. She wanted more. Her fingers started moving on their own. A moan escaped her lips. "Good girl," he told her, "you're almost ready for the next step." He let her go for a couple of minutes before easing her fingers out. Her disappointment showed in the way she sighed. "Don't worry," he reassured her. "Things are about to go up a notch." In preparation, he dripped a rather large amount of saliva into her now loosened opening. He licked and drooled into her, trying to get her as wet inside as he could. His gentle ministrations coaxed another moan out of her. When he thought there was enough, he got up, and to her surprise, entered her pussy. She was really beginning to love this sensation. It was the sensation of him wanting her, desiring her. No one had ever wanted her for much of anything, before. Now here she was. He told her last night that she was beautiful. She was beginning to think she believed him. She looked up to the video and saw Rita getting pounded, anally. It looked so easy for her and she seemed to enjoy it! Only after a few strokes did he take his cock out, glistening with her juices. Arousal and disappointment turned to anxiety as he positioned it near her puckered opening. "Now I want you to relax, just like your fingers," he instructed. Then, he tried to ease his cock into her. Anxiety turned to pain and near panic as she was once more intruded by his manhood. It was almost like last time. Almost... The pain wasn't quite as bad, this time. It was probably because of the finger work he made her do. Nevertheless, his cock was still thicker than her fingers. It hurt... greatly... She cried out as the head penetrated her and worked its way further in. He didn't stop halfway in, this time. This time he worked his shaft all the way to the root. Once there, he stopped for awhile. "I'll give you a minute to get used to it," he told her. "Then the fun begins." He bent over her and whispered in her ear. "I really love the way your ass feels." She felt her self blushing in embarrassment at his words, despite the pain she felt. When he flexed his cock inside, she couldn't help but give little yelps. In her agony, the perversion in her grew even stronger. He started moving cock inside of her. Slowly at first, but pulling it out almost to the head, before pushing it back in all the way. It only took a few strokes before the feeling inside of her exploded. It was the most intense thing she ever felt. Her screams resounded around the room in a mixture of anguish and ecstasy. She could feel her wetness running down her inner thighs. Even after she came down, he didn't stop, and the feeling started growing again. She never knew she had this inside of her! She didn't know whether to beg him to stop or keep going. All she could do was cry out over and over again. He started increasing the pace, stopping occasionally to drool on where they were joined. Orgasm hit her again soon after, with more juices flowing out of her. She lost count of how many times she came, but she was sure the towels would not be enough to keep the bed from being soaked. Eventually, he came inside of her. His intrusion had mercifully ended. Wearily, she looked up and saw the video had gone to the next scene. She didn't get much of a looked before he turned her over. He straddled her and inserted his now limp penis into her mouth. It tasted nasty, but she was too tired to resist and too weary to care. After a short face fuck, he pulled her to him and lay on his back with her on top of him. "Good job," he said lazily as he stroked her hair. "From now on, after every time we have sex, I want you clean off my cock with your mouth." He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. "Go to sleep now, my pretty little slut. You earned it." She didn't need him to tell her that. Sleep fell upon her all too soon...