0 comments/ 31937 views/ 4 favorites For Master By: MysticSubmissive As I drive to his apartment I can feel myself become excited in a strange way at the thought of being in his presence. I know that as soon as I walk in the door I will be his to do with as he wishes. I walk to his door and I can hear the soft music coming from inside. I’ve dressed just for him, in a short skirt, thigh high nylons, no panties, and black lace bra. I look at my reflection in the window as I knock on the door and smooth my hair. I hear his voice saying, “Come in, my pet, and close the door.” I open the door, walk in seeing that the room is dimly lit with candles, and turn to close the door. “Drop your things by the door, slave, and remove your shoes. Put your hands on the door above your head, and spread your feet.” My pulse quickens as I hear the commanding voice and realize I must do as he says. When I am in position, I hear movement behind me (I still haven’t seen him yet). I feel his hands on me sliding down my arms, around to my breasts and he squeezes them and unbuttons my blouse for easier access. Now his hands slide down my sides, and I feel the power in his hands as he checks for the bare bottom he ordered me to present to him tonight. He lifts my skirt, takes my butt in his hands and I feel him press himself into me from behind. I can tell he is full beneath his clothing. He reaches between my legs to feel my wetness. He slides a blindfold over my eyes, and takes one of my wrists, whirling me around and twisting my arm behind me. I gasp with the surprise of the movement. With his other hand, he slides his fingers up my neck and laces his fingers in the hair behind my head and pulls me toward him. My open mouth is met with his and he tastes me, probing deeply with his tongue. “I need to inspect my prize,” he says as he forcefully moves me into position behind his couch. He turns me around still holding my arm behind my back. I feel his other hand on my back as he forces me to lean over the couch until my feet are no longer touching the floor and my head is on the couch pillows he’s placed there to catch me. He lets go of my wrist and my hand comes around in front to support me. He lifts my skirt exposing my bare bottom. “Don’t move, slave! I’ll be watching.” And with those words I hear movement again. He’s walking away, stops, and then returns. I feel a gag around my mouth tightening, and I groan trying to speak my concern regarding the “safe word” I hold as my only escape from whatever he might do. He says, “I didn’t tell you to speak, slave!” I feel his shin across my back holding me down as he tightens the gag. He places a small rubber ball in my hand and tells me not to drop it as he places a rope around my wrist and ties it to the couch leg, then the other wrist. I can feel small beads of sweat forming as I wonder what he has in store for me. He tells me that if I drop the ball, everything will stop, so I must hang on to it tightly. Somewhat relieved with his creative idea for a “safe word/hand signal” I feel myself begin to relax because I trust that he will not hurt me. Smack! He spanks my bottom hard, and I wince but do not moan. “That is for speaking when you did not have permission, slave.” Then it begins. I feel him rubbing my bottom, gently rubbing my clit, probing deep inside, and I begin to squirm with the pleasure of his touch. Smack! He strikes me again, and tells me to remain still because he is in control and I WILL do as he says. Again he rubs my bottom, spreading my lips, gently rubbing my clit. My excitement rises but I dare not move. His fingers probe me again, in and out, in and out. Such torture! How can I remain motionless? It is nearly impossible. Next I hear rubber gloves going on one of his hands and I know he has dipped a finger in lubricant because it slides into my ass so easily. One hand plays with my ass, and the other hand is still probing and fondling my wet cunt. He tells me he has a present for me, and I feel a butt plug going in. He tells me that I must show my gratitude for the present by wearing it until further notice. I begin to squirm uncontrollably with the feeling. Smack! Smack! You are disobeying me, slave! I will have to punish you. He moves around to the front and unties my hands, one still holding the little ball. Stands me on my feet, ties my hands together in back of me, and leads me across the room. I am not used to the butt plug and it draws my attention as I walk. We turn a corner and I am thinking that we must be in a bedroom. He tells me to sit as there is a chair behind me. I do so and feel my ankles tied to the outside of the front legs of the chair. Then I feel another rope binding me to the chair back, criss-crossing over my breasts each time the rope goes around me. “Now, little one, you are to be still while I punish you!! I hear him walk away and I wonder if my punishment involves being tied to this chair for a long time. I find sitting on the butt plug uncomfortable and I squirm trying to find a comfortable position. Then, I hear him returning finally, and with him comes the sound of the hum of a vibrator. His hand immediately goes between my legs to feel my wetness. I hear him… mmm… and then I feel his face between my legs, and his tongue licking, probing, exciting me into glistening wetness and I begin to squirm with his touch. Then I feel the vibrator and I know it’s the large one he’s chosen, pushing, turning, sliding over and around , then it comes to rest upon my clit. He continues until I am being pushed over the edge, but he sees that I am getting too excited and he pulls back not allowing me the climax I long for. “Mmm… I see you are ready now.” I feel the gag coming off, and his mouth on mine as he kisses me probing deeply with his tongue. Then I feel the ropes coming off, but the blind fold remains, and he takes the little ball from my hand telling me I was a good girl for being careful not to drop it. He leads me into the next room, offers me a drink, then tells me to remove my clothes, and lie on the bed. I feel him on top of me, his hands touching my breasts, pinching, squeezing and I begin to reach for him. Smack! He paddles my butt, the butt plug still in place. “Did I tell you that you could move?” Then he grabs my wrist while he sits on me and again I feel the ropes, wrists and ankles, binding me to the corners of his bed. I squirm against the power of his strength, but as he is much stronger I realize that he will do what he want. I soon melt at the feel of his strength as he forces me to submit to being tied down. Stretched and tied to the four legs of the bed, I realize that he could do with me whatever he pleases. I feel the weight of his body pressing down on me. I feel his manhood between my legs nearing my glistening cunt, aching for him to be inside me. I can feel my stress at not being able to move or touch him as he has his way with me. His cock begins to torture my clit, teasing me. I gasp as I realize he could do this for hours, and struggle against the ropes. I am so wet now and still he continues to tease me with his cock. At last, I feel him moving away. He turns around forcing his cock into my mouth and his face between my legs. He fucks my mouth and I squirm at the feel of his mouth on my cunt. I pull on the ropes and find them holding me tight. I can still feel the butt plug in place. Finally he turns around again and kisses my lips while holding my head in his hands. “You taste good, little one,” he says tenderly. “For pleasing me so well, I shall grant you one wish. What would you have?” “May I use the bathroom, Master,” I ask. “You have pleased, Master. So I shall grant you this wish,” he says. I feel him remove the ropes, but before I can get up he turns me over to inspect the butt plug. Finding it still in place, he tells me to lift my middle so he can slide his legs under me. Before I can flatten out again, he slides a pillow over his legs and under me. As I relax my weight I find myself laying across his legs on the bed, my butt in the air. I feel his hands on me, fingering the butt plug, moving it, playing with it, and finally pulling it out. He bites me on the butt and tells me to go now, and use the bathroom before he changes his mind. ~*~*~ For Master I arrive at the room an hour before you are supposed to arrive to prepare everything. I take a shower, shaving my pussy bare, then wander naked around the room, placing and lighting candles. I quickly dry my long red hair, admiring how it shines as it spills down my back. I think of how you like to pull it, and shiver in anticipation. I get dressed now, putting on the red lace thong panties and bra, fishnet stockings, and high black heels. Checking to make sure all is ready, I see that it is now only 5 minutes before you are to arrive. I kneel by the end of the bed, and wait. Hours seem to pass in the few minutes before your arrival. I hear the lock unlatch, and the door opens, yet I remain where I am, head bowed. My hair falls down around my face, shielding my eyes. You say nothing as you enter the room. I hear your intake of breath as you look around and see all that I have prepared for you: a length of red silk which would make a good blindfold, a set of wrist cuffs, several vibrators and dildos, and various oils and creams. There is also a small red bag which you do not recognize. The smell of the candles is heady, and very sensuous. "You have done well, little one" you say, as you cross over to the chair by the desk. "Thank you, Master." I flush red from pleasure at having pleased you. "I wanted everything to be ready for you." "Thank you. You are learning fast. Come here to me." I crawl over carpet quickly, but carefully, letting my ass wave from side to side as I move. I know you are watching me. "Let me see you, slut. Kneel up" is your next command. I rise onto my knees, placing my hands behind my head, still not looking at you. You can see that I am quivering for your touch, and longing to touch you in return. You reach out and grab my chin in your fingers, forcing my eyes to your gaze. You see how carefully I have prepared myself for you: eyes subtly lined and lashes curled, my lips glossed and lightly reddened. "Is my cunt ready, too?" "Yes, Master. I shaved it to make it smooth for You." "Good girl. I plan on using it well tonight. But for now, you may undress me." You stand up and I reach my arms all the way up to begin unbuttoning your shirt. You have not given me permission to stand, and you know that it will be difficult for me to reach the top button. I stretch upward, and my right breast escapes from my bra, the nipple tightening slightly from the cooler air of the room. Finally I have all the buttons loosened, and tug on the bottom of your sleeves to pull the shirt off of you. Next I lean back on my heels and untie your shoes. You lift your feet one at a time as I remove them and your socks, kissing the top of each foot as it becomes bare. Reaching up again now, I unbutton and unzip your pants, pulling them down slowly over your hips. I see that you are wearing no underwear and my heart starts to thud hard in my chest. You step out of your pants and I fold them neatly and place them on the floor beside the chair. Task completed, I sit back and await your next command. You sit in the chair and look at me, almost as if pondering what to do with me, or to me, first. I remain completely still, having learned that patience is indeed a virtue, and one which you prize highly. I don't wait long before you lean forward and grab my shoulders, pulling my body closer to you. "Suck my cock into your mouth, little one." I lean further forward and take your still soft cock in my mouth, breathing out a sigh. As I move my mouth up and down, I turn my head, making sure all of you is wet from my lips and tongue. I feel your cock begin to harden in my mouth and my lips pull back as I try to smile around it. My hair drifts down and covers your thighs, and I feel your fingers idly play with the ends as I continue to serve you. I suck a little harder now as I run my tongue over your shaft, enjoying the feeling of making you hard. I feel your thighs flex as you feel the first waves of pleasure. Suddenly, your hands grab large sections of my hair and yank my head down onto your cock, my chin against your balls, and my throat closing upon the head of your cock. I moan as my gag reflex kicks in, willing myself to relax around you. "I'm going to fuck your mouth now, slut." I nod my head, and you begin to pound into my mouth and throat. I struggle to keep a bit of suction going on your shaft, and roll my tongue around as well as I can. I feel your cock grow more as you take control of my mouth, pulling my hair tight, tangling it in your fingers. Suddenly you pull me off your cock and push me back on the floor. "Get up" you growl, and I quickly kneel up again, hands behind my head. "Stand up bitch!" you yell, and I jump to my feet, chest heaving. My breast still hangs above the top of my bra, the nipple now completely hardened. You walk slowly around me. Your finger flicks my nipple. "Is my little slut horny?" you ask. "Yes, Master." You continue your survey of my body. As you walk around the back of me, I try to straighten up even more, to hold the posture which you have taught me. Suddenly you grab my shoulders from behind and turning my body, push me to the bed. Holding my head by my hair, you force me to look down at the array on the bed. "Now what should I do with you, my little slut?" "Whatever Master wishes." I reply, knowing that that is the answer you are waiting for. Growling, you turn me around and crush me to you, dragging my body up against yours, and kiss me hard, shoving your tongue in my mouth. I melt against you, yielding up to your whims. You throw me roughly on the bed, and my legs fly open, my head hanging over the side. You walk quickly to the side of me and grab my jaw, forcing my mouth wide. You shove your cock in my mouth, pounding hard and fast, opening my throat to your thrusts. I moan around your cock, loving that you have complete control. My pussy is dripping now, and I can feel the moisture running down toward my ass. I shift my hips slightly, trying to create a little friction. Before I realize what I have done, you pull away from my mouth and smack my bare breast. "Slut! You only get pleasure when I say you do!" You pull my up roughly by the hair, and I see you grab the wrist cuffs. Eyes wide, I know that I am to obey, and hold out my arms. Tears come to my eyes as I know that I have disobeyed. You fasten the cuffs to the headboard, leaving me pinned face down now, on the bed. I moan lightly and the tears run out of my eyes. I feel your hand come down hard on my ass. "You will obey me, whore! I am the Master here." Several more times your hand slaps me, and while I feel my ass grow red from your slaps, I also feel my cunt growing wetter. You stop suddenly and I tense up, wondering what is coming next. I jump as I feel your hands now smoothing oil over my hot bottom, soothing the hurt you have given me. I sigh and relax a little, my arms still straining in the cuffs. You finger the thong, pulling it tighter into my ass and cunt. "Is my little whore going to behave now?" "Yes, Master. I'm sorry!" I whimper. You unlock the cuffs and flip me over, reattaching them so I lie face up now on the bed. You lean back and look at my tear-streaked face. You reach out and brush your thumbs over my cheeks, wiping away my tears. You slide your fingers down my neck to the clasp at the front of my bra, and deftly snap it open. My breasts spring free, both nipples now hard and tight, pointing up at you. You bite at them, gently at first, then harder, leaving me gasping at the pain. You continue down my body, nipping lightly at my skin and teasing me with your tongue. You place your hand over my cunt and feel that the thong is completely soaked from my pussy juice. I moan loudly, wanting more. I feel you reach behind you, and then my vision is suddenly blocked out as the silk cloth covers my eyes. "Now you'll have no idea what is coming, whore." "Yes Master" You reach behind you again. I feel your other hand skimming the side of my thong, and you pull it to the side. Suddenly you shove one of the toys into my cunt, sharply, with no preparations. I moan and spread my legs to give you better access. Then I feel the toy begin to vibrate, so strongly that I can feel it in my ass too. You begin to fuck me roughly with the toy. I feel your weight shift on the bed, and suddenly your cock is nudging my lips. I greedily suck it in to my mouth, letting you fuck me with it as you pound my cunt. Feeling me begin to shake, you pull the vibrator out of my mouth, not allowing me to cum. I suck on your cock, moaning my frustration. After a couple of moments, I feel something else pushing at me. From its larger size I know that it is one of the dildos, but not the largest. Slowly you push it into my cunt, letting me get used to the larger size. As soon as it is in, you begin fucking me with it. "Does my little whore like having her cunt stretched?" You pull out of my mouth so I can answer. "Yes Master." "Good girl" You shove the dildo all the way in, and suddenly get up. I shiver from the loss of your body heat. The muscles of my cunt contract and I feel the dildo slowly sliding from me. I clench my muscles tighter to hold it in, hoping you'll notice that I'm being a good girl. I hear you rifling through the items on the foot of the bed. Then I hear the zipper of the little bag I had brought. You have no idea what is in it, but I hear you moan slightly as you open it. Climbing again on the bed, I feel you straddle my waist and you pull the blindfold from my eyes. "What is this, little one?" "A knife, Master." "I can see that. But why did you bring it?" "For you to tease me with like you did that night we were last together Master. Have I displeased you?" As if to answer me, you pull the knife from the bag and test the blade with your thumb. The knife is not big, but it is very sharp, and you cut yourself a little. I gasp and you offer the injured thumb to me. I stick out my tongue and looking into your eyes, lick the bright red drop of blood off before kissing your thumb gently. Your eyes widen as you realize that I am offering up this dangerous tool to you for use on my body. Your cock twitches and I smile slightly up at you. "No, songbird. You please me greatly." You slide back off of me, and with the tip of the knife, lift my nipples. I feel the blade scrape the sensitive skin there, and my breath catches in my throat. "Oh, Master" I breathe. Seeing my reaction, you scratch down my torso to my belly, lightly stroking the blade across my belly. My pulse is racing and my breathing is heavy as I watch your face while you do this. I know that you would never intentionally hurt me, which makes the potential danger of the knife that much more intense to me. You move to the side, and I feel the knife slip under the waist of my panties by my hip. With a quick twist, you cut through the left side, and they gape open. You repeat this on the right, and then pull the mangled material from my body. The dildo has now slid from my body, but you don't seem to mind. You take the cold metal and press it flat against my cunt now, and the chill of it is so delicious against my heated cunt that I can't hold back a moan of pleasure. I see by your face that you are getting more anxious to take me. I await your every order. "Lift your legs and hold your knees against your chest, slut." I rapidly comply, and feel the blade scratch against my pussy lips as I move. Using one hand to hold the knife, you reach down and hold up the largest dildo now. I know what is coming, and force myself to relax for the coming invasion. You reach down and gather some of my juices onto your fingers, running them around the dildo. You bring your fingers up to my mouth, and without being told I suck them clean, looking deeply into your eyes. You bring the knife up to my throat, and as you begin pressing it into my skin, you also thrust the monster dildo against my cunt. I feel a little bit of pain as it stretches me, but it feels so good that I have a hard time keeping my eyes open. You press harder with the knife at the same time, and I feel my skin give slightly as a tiny cut opens up near my collarbone. The mixture of pain and pleasure is too much and I moan and whimper rapidly, begging for release. "Yes, little cunt, you may cum now" you whisper. Removing your fingers from my mouth, you demand my compliance. "Cum for me NOW whore. I won't offer again." I scream out my orgasm, feeling the knife pressing against my belly and breasts now in addition to my throat. I writhe on the bed. "Master. Oh Master, Yes!" I shake from head to toe, straining and pulling against the wrist cuffs. Opening my eyes, I can see tiny pinpricks all over my torso from the knife, and I feel little drops of blood on my neck from where the cut is. Still cumming, I see you move down between my upheld legs, and you push more of the huge dildo into my tight little pussy. It hurts so much, but I want more. I want to be completely filled by you. As if sensing my wishes, you look up to my face. "What do you want, little one?" "I want Master's cock." "Where do you want it?" "I want it in my ass." Almost angrily you put the knife down and grab my feet, pushing my knees further into my chest. This raises my ass up off the bed, and you move forward. Suddenly, I feel your cock at the entrance to my ass. You immediately plunge into my ass, the huge dildo still stretching my cunt. I scream from the pain and pleasure, and you know that I am close to cumming again. You reach down and grab my nipples and twist them hard. "Cum for me again, cunt." I scream my way through a huge orgasm, pushing against your cock and the dildo as best as I can. In my delirium, I accidentally scream your name "DAVID!". Rather than anger you, this seems to thrill you, and you pound harder into my ass. You start to fuck me in alternating fashion, fast then slow, hard then gently. I feel you sliding in and out of me, your cock caressing the walls of my ass. "Oh Master, you feel so good in my ass!" I feel completely alive, tingling all over. My eyes, glazed, gaze up at you, trusting you completely. "Yes, Master, fuck me" I whisper. You get closer to cumming, and you growl down at me with each thrust. "You... Are... Mine... Now..." As I hear your words, my pussy and ass convulse as I experience the strongest orgasm of my life. I feel you press harder into me and the warm flood of your cum fills me as everything goes black... Waking later, I find myself released from the cuffs, my stockings, shoes, and bra fully removed, and covered in the blanket, with your arm over me. I see you have the knife in your hand as you sleep. I smile to myself, feeling completely owned, and find that it feels good. For Master She stands blindfolded, ankles bound to the heavy wooden cross behind her, arms bound behind her and fastened to a tight chain extending to the ceiling. She cannot change her position, only shift her weight from one foot to the other. She waits, not knowing how much time has passed, how long she has been bound. Only waiting on his pleasure. He enters the room, a brief brush of air against her naked body, a whisper of his boot on the carpet. He says nothing. She hears the clink of metal against metal and the chain binding her arms slackens. He twines his hand through the hair at the base of her head and pulls her roughly to her knees. The chain tightens as she kneels. He slaps her hard across the face and forces her head forward until it meet his cock, freed from his jeans, the rough zipper scraping her cheek as she opens her mouth willingly to accept him. Initially, she tries to control the movement of her head, to control the blowjob, but he doesn't allow her to this time. The roughly shoves his cock deep down her throat until she chokes on it initially, holding her there as she struggles internally to open her air passages to breathe around it. He pulls her away from his cock and she gasps in air, just enough before he shoves his cock back down her throat. Two more times he does this before he pushes her away from his cock and slaps her across the face again. "Suck it right," he growls. She whimpers in protest, disappointed to have displeased him, even if unintentionally, and leans back toward him to take him back into her mouth. Her tongue and lips moving over his hard cock, worshipping him as only she knows how. She kisses and sucks and strokes him in and out of her mouth, feeling the rough fabric of his jeans against her face, revelling in the experience. She can feel the heat of her pussy, the moistness of her upper thighs, almost more strongly than the stroke of the hard cock in and out of her mouth. He moans above her. "Good girl," he says, and then pushes her roughly away from him, zipping his jeans back up. The sense of loss overwhelms her, but there's another gush between her thighs. She kneels, head lowered, as he moves around the room. Suddenly he's kneeling in front of her, wrapping a rope around her chest, around her breasts, tightening until she can feel the pressure heavy in her breasts, her nipples tingling. He slaps each one once, twice, and then clamps her nipples. She breathes in roughly, the pain overwhelming her, she whimpers and tries to pull back. The chain on her arms makes that impossible. Any movement other than forward pulls uncomfortably on her shoulders. She straightens back up. "Please, Master, please! It hurts," she whimpers. "Quiet," he says sharply, "unless you want me to gag you." She says nothing as he places clothes pins around her engorged breasts. The pinch of each torture on her excited nerves. She gasps and whimpers with each one. He shoves his fist between her legs, forcing them apart, forcing her an inch or so shorter as she makes room for his hand. Her arms are pulled further up behind him. She whimpers again, but says nothing, tense and taut from the position. Slowly he slides his hand over her pussy. "You're sopping wet, you little slut," he says to her, his face close to hers. His breath over her neck makes her shiver. He slides two fingers into her pussy and she gasps and moans, unable to push down on his hand like she wants to for more. He chuckles and then pushes her labia together, swiftly clamping them together with clothes pins, three of them, one right after the other. She's unable to move now. Unable to close her legs, or shift forward or backward, completely trapped by rope chain and pins. She hears him stand and unzip his fly again, tantalizing her with his hard cock. She knows it's right in front of her face but she can't react it. She can feel the heat of him, smell his scent, but she can't get close to him. Her body is a mass of sharp pain and deep wanting. She whimpers and whines stretching as far as she can bear to try to reach him. He slaps her lightly across the face, casually, almost dismissively. "No, little slut," he croons at her. "Not until I want you to. Close your legs more. I'm going to unhook your arms." She closes her legs, the friction of them against the clothespins sharpening the deep ache, but also titilating her clit. Her breathing quickens and behind her, he notices. He smacks her ass. "None of that. Control yourself." Her hands free of the chain and each other, he pushes her forward until she's on her hands and knees, legs still bound to the cross. He slaps her thighs until she spreads them quickly. Flicking the clothespins, he chuckles again at her mixed discomfort and pleasure. He unties the breast binding rope, the sudden influx of blood to her breasts reigniting the pain. Then he's spanking her. Over and over his hand lands on her bare ass, reddening it, punishing it. She begins to whimper and moan and try to move away from him. His response is to smack harder. Each smack burns into her skin, moving her forward a tiny bit, the clamps and pins on her pussy and breasts and nipples swinging and seeming to bite into her even more. Then it's a paddle. Over and over on her already sore ass, her pain growing as he doesn't slow the strokes. "Please stop, Master! Please!" she cries out to him. He moves to the side of her and covers her mouth with one hand shoving his two middle fingers into her mouth. Holding her still. She sucks on the fingers with all her might, pleading with whimpers only. "Take it, " he whispers in her ear. "Take it because I want you to." She begins to cry, the tears leaking out from under her blindfold. Held there by his hand and the striking paddle. She hears him toss the paddle away and then he's behind her, thrusting into her hot wet pussy, the length of him pushing the clothespins from her labia. The pain sears through her and she screams as he rams deep inside her. It hurts and feels so good. The pain and pleasure is commingling, and she can't tell which is greater any more. He pushes down on her shoulders and says "Get on your elbows and rub your clit. You have permission to cum, and if you don't cum before I do, you won't get to tonight." She drops to her elbows and begins to frantically rub her clit, the pleasure and pressure building. Pain spiking each time he thrusts into her, the pins on her breasts scraping lightly on the carpet beneath her. "You'd better hurry, little slut." he croons at her, his breathing coming faster. "I'm almost there. You don't want to go to bed all wet and horny, do you?" Her face reddens in embarrassment and he slaps her on the ass. "Oh!" she moans, "Oh, Master, I'm coming. Oh!!!" Her orgasm explodes over her, she gasps and grinds against him, suddenly unmindful of the pain. He thrusts into her faster, groaning out his own pleasure as he fills her with his cum. They calm together, and then he pulls out of her and slaps her ass a few times. "Nice ride," he comments. "Kneel up." She obeys, still shaky from the fucking. He removes each clothespin slowly, and takes off her blindfold. He unhooks her ankles and helps her to her feet. "Go clean yourself up and get the bed ready. If it's not prepared by the time I get in there, it's another spanking and corner time for you, little slut." "Yes, Master," she says, flushing, and fleeing the room to do as he orders. For Master Robert To My Master, Love me; Master, please love me, give to me your heart, your soul and your love unconditionally as I have given mine to you. Take my heart, for it has always been yours to take. Hold onto it tight, for no other could ever replace the love I have for you. The bond we share is like no other, no one else could even come close to compare. Take my love and use it to mold me Master, to make me yours without reservation, without hesitation, and without question. You once asked me what was my hearts true desire, and now I offer that answer to you my Master. My hearts true desire is to be loved by you, to be owned by you, to be your slave, and most of all to be your loving, devoted pet always without hesitation or regret. I live too serve and obey you till I take in my very last breath. Kiss me; Master, please kiss me, with your lips that I so desire, as they are music to mine, they are the spark that feeds my very soul. Let your strong hands explore my waiting, willing body. Help me Master to let myself go, help me to give myself over to you completely. I melt in your stare as I cannot escape your deep brown eyes as they explore my soul, drink me in Master, feed me from your soul, nourish me and love me, I beg you. For it is you and only you Master that I love so. Train me; Master, please train me, use your discipline to bring forth my obedience and my submission that I offer willingly to you. Teach me all there is to know so that I may serve you in every way, for serving you as my Master is what I live for, it is in every breath I take, every thought I have and every dream I have ever dreamt, it is my destiny. The power is yours and yours alone, for you are my one and only, my Master. I trust you with my heart and my life, for I know you would never ever hurt me. Please start this very union, this very day as I kneel at your feet, so grateful to be where I am, take me, train me, for I am now your faithful slave. Break me; Master, please break me, take your rightful place as my Master, take your control. Use my emotion, my lust and my desire to strengthen your hold over me, discipline me and mold me into your perfect, obedient slave. Teach me that the satisfaction of our love lies deep within the pain of my much deserved punishments. My world is spinning fast around me as you take your control. Place your black leather collar about my neck Master, break me, for I am now your obedient Pet. Bind me; Master, please bind me, hold me, never let me go. Use your strong arms to hold me in place, tie me with your binds of leather straps and encase me in your love, your heart and your discipline. My flesh burns for your touch, my body is lost in a trance as it yearns for the warmth of your gentle thrust. Bind my body Master as you have my heart, never allowing us to ever be far apart. Punish me; Master, please punish me, Teach me the proper way to show you my love and appreciation. Let me feel your wrath Master when I have been disobedient and let me feel your strap across my bottom, my breasts and my womanhood as you punish me with love. Allow me to feel your hands on what is yours, and yours alone. Let me hear your stern tone as you correct me my Master. I long to be disciplined by you, to be punished by you my Master. I long to feel the love you will show me through your discipline. Take me; Master, please take me away, do not leave me here alone without your love, without your discipline. Do not leave me here without your touch. I cannot breathe, nor can I bear the thought of us ever being apart for long. You have taught me things I have never before known. Before you I was nothing, my life was a so boring and blank. You have taught me all I am, you have taught me my place in this world, my place with you and for that my Master I give my life to you. I live only to serve you, for you are to me, my everything, My brother, My friend, My lover, and My Master. With Love, Your devoted and obedient Pet For Master's Pleasure It's almost time for You to be home from work. I am in the kitchen making the final preparations for dinner. I am still as You dressed me this morning. Wearing my usual stockings and garters. But today You have chosen to put me in the corset You love so. I am all tightly laced up under my skirt and blouse. I reach up and lovingly touch the collar You have locked around my neck. I want to touch myself...thinking of You always makes me wet. But I know better. Standing here...I know I am a slave. Your slave. I can feel the metal of the 6 rings You have placed on the lips of my cunt. I can feel the wetness of the lube I have placed on my bottom. Knowing to be always prepared to be taken by You. At anytime, anywhere. There is that feeling of excitement...waiting for You to come home. But there is also fear. I never know if I will have Your affection or Your cruelty. But I know that I crave both. Anything but Your indifference. I hear the door open and know that You are home. I am standing at the sink, when i feel You come up behind me. I feel Your arm go around my waist. You pull me tightly to You. i feel Your other hand around my neck. I can feel Your breath on my neck as i hear You whisper..."miss me My pet?" "Yes Master, I did." I can feel Your hand slide down my body, under my skirt to my cunt. "Let's just see if My little whore missed me. Are You wet for me?" I lean back against You...feeling Your hand lightly touch my clit. "You are a whore, aren't you? So wet for me...always wet for me. Aren’t you dear?" "Yes Sir." I whimper as i feel Your hand slide back up to my waist. I want to feel Your touch again. To feel Your hand as it caresses my cunt. I need to feel You. You pull me tightly to You, wrapping my hair in Your hand, You pull my head back. "Is there something you want slave?" I am so consumed by Your presence that all I can do is whimper. You pull my head back farther..."answer me slave. Is there something you want?" You know that even now, it's hard for me to say these things. To talk dirty. I’m always self conscious. But i want You so much right now. "Yes Master, I want You to fuck me. I need You to fuck me...please!" "Awww...such a needy little whore." You turn me around and push me to my knees. I reach out to touch You. "No. Put your hands behind your back and don’t move them." You slowly undo Your pants and pull out Your hard, swollen cock. It is so close to me...but You are not letting me taste You. I can see drops of liquid on the tip. I want so much to lick and suck Your cock. But still You don’t move any closer. I have to resist the urge to scoot forward. "Stick out your tongue slave." I stick out my tongue and can just touch the tip...licking off the those precious drops. Wanting more...needing more. You finally grab my hair and pull my mouth onto Your cock. You taste so wonderful. I want even more of You. I reach out with my hand and grab You. To bring You farther in my mouth. iIfeel You tighten Your grip on my hair and pull my head back, pulling my mouth off of Your hard cock. I whimper with disappointment. "what did I tell you slave about those hands?" I realize that I disobeyed You in my eagerness. 'I'm sorry Master." You look down at me..."you will be My dear." I know that when You look at me like that...that i will suffer. That my tears are what You want now. my heart starts to beat faster...now with fear instead of excitement. You hook 2 fingers into my collar and jerk me to my feet. Pulling me into the living room. You roughly shove me over the arm of the couch. "You better not move this time." I feel You lift up my skirt, exposing my bottom. I hear You slide Your belt off. " I think You need to remember when I tell You not to move, that's exactly what I mean slave." I tense up waiting for that first blow. Suddenly it comes and I jerk up. It stings so bad. You push my face back down into the cushions. "Do you not understand what 'do not move' means?" I feel the blows from the belt start to come down on my bare bottom. The pain is intense and I start to cry. But i know that my sobbing will not stop You. I resist the urge to beg You to please stop. Knowing it will do no good. That I must suffer my punishment. The belt keeps coming, I know that I will be unable to sit for a day or 2 when You are done. Methodically You whip me. My bare ass, my thighs. Leaving welts that will be visible for days. It seems like hours before You finally stop. I can only lay there sobbing. I want to reach back and rub the sting from my bottom. But do not dare. So I just lay there, bent over the couch, my bare ass exposed. Bright red and marked. I hear You in the kitchen, getting a drink. You come back in and run Your hand over the welts on my bottom. "Do you think You have learned Your lesson?" Yes Master i say through my tears. I know that the sight of that red ass excites You. "Spread Your legs wider for me My whore." I feel the tip of Your cock running along the lips of my cunt. Despite my pain, I am still wet for You. i want to be taken by You. To be fucked by You. I feel Your hand slide down between my legs. Gently rubbing my clit. I am so hot for You. " What do you want whore?' " I want to be fucked by You Master...please." "That's what you're for, isn’t it whore? To be used by Your Master." I feel You slide Your hard, swollen cock inside of my wet cunt. It feels so good. The fullness of Your cock inside of me. Despite the hot, burning pain of my ass, I push back against You, feeling You deeper inside of me. I feel Your hands on my hips...pulling me back even farther. You are slowly going in and out of me...teasing me. "Please Master...fuck me harder. I need You to fuck me now!" I feel You suddenly stop. "This isn’t about what you want, is it slave? You are here for my pleasure. Any pleasure You get is because I allow it." Do you understand?" It is so very hard for me, but I manage a "yes Master". I am shaking with my desire for You. I want only to feel You sliding in and out of me, hard and fast. I feel You slowly slide out of my wet cunt. Then I feel the tip of Your cock pushing against my ass. Searching for that last hole that You have yet to use tonight. I feel Your cock, still hard, slide into my tight little ass. "Such a good little whore to be all lubed up for me." Your hands grab my bruised ass and pull it towards You. You start thrusting in an out of my ass...harder and harder. I feel a hand reach down and rub my clit. my knees almost buckle. I start moaning. You can tell I want to cum. " What do you want slave?" "I want to cum please Master." It is getting harder and harder to hold back my orgasm. But I know not to cum till You tell me. "Why do you want to cum", You ask me. "Because I'm a whore" i answer. "Whose whore are You?, You ask me. "I'm Your whore Master, always Your whore." I can feel You start to spasm...knowing that You are filling my ass with Your seed only makes me want to cum more. I can barely hold on now when I hear You say..."Then cum for me My whore." I can feel the waves and waves of ecstasy flow through my body. Knowing that without the couch there, I would not be able to stand up. I feel You pull Yourself from my bottom. You tell me to lay there for a minute. You'll let me know when I can get up. I am thankful for these few minutes. Knowing I couldn’t stand on my own. I can hear You cleaning Yourself up. You come back in the living room and gently rub my welted bottom. You lift me up...holding on to me. You turn me around and lightly kiss my lips. "Now My dear" Time for dinner." I look up at You...You know my desire to clean up. I can feel Your seed oozing out of my bottom and down my thighs. But You just smile and say. "Maybe after dinner. Now take Your sweet, red ass in the kitchen and let's get dinner on the table."