0 comments/ 11277 views/ 0 favorites Gargoyle Ch. 01 By: love_to_play He wanted something different this time, at least something different from Lucy. She was in the middle of a tour around Europe and Berlin would be one of the stops along route. As a native He'd suggested meeting her there, but with a twist. He wanted her there as His whore. A simple transaction, He would pay for everything and she would provide absolute obedience in all things. Lucy had known Him for 6 years. She had been visiting Him sometimes regularly and sometimes irregularly over that period. The visits were always for a specific reason, to submit to Him, on His terms. Over this time a level of trust had been established between them which allowed for her boundaries to be extended further than she ever thought possible and there was no better example of this than the evening ahead of her. On arrival in Berlin a text message was waiting for Lucy instructing her on the name, address and directions to the hotel and a request. The text message read "I bought a lot of toys today, got a bit carried away, the only things we also need are an anal plug, lubricant, something vibrating and condoms. Make sure you get these prior to my arrival." Lucy's mind reeled, having just arrived in a foreign city she now had to seek out a sex shop and go in alone to purchase the requested items! He already knew that this would be a difficult task for Lucy to complete in London, the worst part being seen entering and leaving such a place. She'd always made her purchases online, only entering sex shops when she was with a man. Lucy had a disconcerting and excited feeling that the next four days were going to be filled with many more trials such as this. She answered the text with the only two words that she knew he would accept, "Yes Sir". After a short orientation session which involved coffee and a map Lucy found the train station and made her way to the hotel to check in. The local station to the hotel was less than five minute walk. Lucy wandered across the bridge and crossed the road. Looking straight ahead she couldn't believe her luck. Right in front of her and only two buildings away from her hotel was Erotix, a sex shop. Taking note of this she carried onto the hotel to drop off her bag. The room was wonderful, a loft room. It was made up of a ground floor space, with the bathroom, wardrobe, couch and table and a narrow staircase leading to the bedroom space open plan above. Glancing around the room Lucy noted how useful it would be for Him, many place to tether his slut to. Her thoughts turned to the toys He had mentioned and wondered whether chains and wrist-cuffs were among His new selection, she could almost guarantee that they would be. Lucy checked the time, He was due to arrive at 8pm and it was 4pm already. This didn't leave her much time to prepare and purchase the items he had requested. She brushed her hair, re-applied her make up, grabbed her handbag and left the hotel. Standing outside she lit a cigarette and covertly watched the comings and goings of Erotix, only two doors away. In the time it took her to finish the cigarette only one person left the shop and no one entered. Approaching the shop slowly she wondered what she would find behind the blacked out windows. Scanning the street to see if anyone was looking she took hold of the handle, opened the door and slipped inside as quickly as she could. The inside of the shop was tiny and the selection of toys small. The guy behind the counter was a 6'4" biker type. Glancing at the toys he started speaking in German and seeing my blank expression started again in English, saying that he was here to help, and answer any questions that Lucy had. Lucy assessed that despite his size he was actually very submissive in tone. She responded thanking him and saying that it was all self explanatory and continued to browse. For some reason she felt that she should take a Domme approach to this interaction. Picking up various boxes containing butt plugs she made a decision to buy a pack of three in varying sizes, the largest being far bigger than had ever been used on her before. She knew that the smallest one was unlikely to be used at all and that the medium one would be His plug of choice and the largest being one reserved for punishment or to be that last used in a session of stretching His slut. Just as Lucy made her selection she heard the door open behind her. Without turning around she continued to browse and listened to the interaction between the assistant and the man that had just walked in. Being in German she did not understand all that was said and the conversation ended quickly with the man walking though the curtain to the back of the shop. Lucy could only imagine what he would be doing back there and wondered whether she should sow a seed with Him about visiting this type of seedy establishment to watch a pornographic film whilst she gave him a lengthy blow-job. Maybe they could fit that in this weekend too? Lucy began to feel her cunt becoming wet. Next was that 'vibrating thing'. There were a number of large vibrators, but no rabbit types and knowing that she would ideally like clitoral stimulation she noticed a small vibe that was being sold as a massager, but could be used intimately. It came with three different heads and Lucy knew that she would get a lot of enjoyment out of this tiny toy. Finally she needed lubricant (she had brought 12 condoms with her, so she had already inadvertently completed that part of the task). The lubricants were behind the counter so Lucy asked the shop assistant to hand her a water based lube and also asked for batteries. Her purchases complete the assistant rang them up, bagged them up, Lucy paid and left the shop. She again glanced around to see if anyone had noticed and then holding her head high she walked quickly back to her hotel room. All the time Lucy felt her knickers getting more and more damp. All she really wanted to do now was strip and play with her new vibe. However she knew this wasn't to be as she had been banned from masturbating for the last two days. He wanted her frustrated and god was she. On entering the room Lucy checked the time. It was 5.30pm. She had two and a half hours before His arrival. Knowing that He would want to know that she had completed her task she sent him a text confirming what she had purchased and waited for His response. It came quickly saying that He was pleased and looked forward to seeing what she had bought. To end the text He included instructions for His arrival, "After you open the door you will fall to your knees, spread your legs as far apart as you can, cross your hands on your back and lean forward until your forehead touches the floor. You will be naked for inspection slut." Gargoyle Ch. 02 On entering the room Lucy checked the time. It was 5.30pm. She had two and a half hours before His arrival. Knowing that He would want to know that she had completed her task she sent him a text confirming what she had purchased and waited for His response. It came quickly saying that He was pleased and looked forward to seeing what she had bought. To end the text He included instructions for His arrival, "After you open the door you will fall to your knees, spread your legs as far apart as you can, cross your hands on your back and lean forward until your forehead touches the floor. You will be naked for inspection slut." Lucy read and re-read his words. It was important that she followed His directions to the letter and just reading them turned her on again. She felt that familiar tingle between her legs and the wetness gather again. Standing with phone in hand she tried to collect her thoughts. It was now 5.45pm and she had two and a quarter hours until His arrival. Enough time for a leisurely bath, to fix her hair and put on make-up. She needed to make sure that she was clean and shaved smooth in all the right places. Running the bath she glanced around the room and tied everything into its right place. Details were always important. So was what she was to wear this evening. They hadn't yet discussed plans for the evening but she knew the basic uniform, black skirt, easily accessible tight top, hold-ups, bra and heels. She laid the clothes on the couch and shoes on the floor beneath. She took all the new toys out of their boxes and laid them next to the clothes. Getting into the bath she relaxed back in the bubbles. Closing her eyes, thoughts of the evening ahead began running through her mind. At this moment she didn't know anything of what was to happen after His arrival and 'inspection'. All she did know was that there were toys galore that he would want to try out on her. Without thinking her hand slipped under the water to her cunt. Slowly she began to rub her clitoris. It felt so good, all she needed to do was stroke for a while longer and she would achieve that always sought after feeling. The climax that she needed so much. But no, that wasn't allowed. With all the self control she could muster she moved her hand away. Frustration and guilt washed over her. If He asked whether she had masturbated in the last two days what would she say? Trying to ignore the need to touch herself she reached for her razor and began the task of shaving. Everything had to be clean and smooth. Noticing that the blade was not as sharp as she needed, Lucy got out of the bath and searched for a new one. "Damn, damn,damn", she thought to herself. She'd forgotten to bring a spare and now didn't have time to get one. Getting back in the bath she tried as best she could with the one she had. Not overly happy with the result and knowing that any excuses would not be acceptable, she hoped that the 'inspection' wouldn't be as close as it could be. Next she washed her hair and soaped her body. Getting out of the bath Lucy patted herself dry and went to stand in front of the mirror. Assessing her nakedness, she took a critical look at herself. Standing five feet four inches high, she was curvy. He loved her 36D breasts and her large round bottom. They were definitely His favourite parts of her and always drew more attention than other areas. Picking up the hair dryer she began attending to her hair. Thoughts about Him continued. She knew this weekend would be different. It already was. She had been paid for this time. Paid for! Thinking it through what did this really mean? For the next four days she was more than just His slut. She would be His whore. She would submit not just because she desired to but because she was being paid to. He was paying for unqualified access to her body and knowing His tastes and previous demands absolute obedience would be part of the package. She finished her hair. Leaving it loose as she knew He would want she reached for her make-up. He would want a sluttish look this evening. Her nails were already a deep red and her lipstick would match. Her eyes would be darker than her daytime make-up, darkly lined and mascara applied. She knew that her make-up would need to be re-applied a number of times during the evening so once complete she popped the make-up bag into her hand bag. Glancing at the clock it was 7.55pm. He would be here any minute. Checking herself over one more time and taking a sip of water she re-read the text message containing His instructions and waited for a knock at the door. Her heart beating so loud she swore she could hear it and with her breathing beginning to get shallower she stood by the door. His expectation of punctuality led to Him always being punctual Himself and on the dot of 8pm she heard a knock at the door. She took as deep a breath as she could and opened the door. Allowing Him to walk through and passed her she closed the door quietly behind Him. Without a word He strode across the room and place his bag in the corner by the couch. Turning around with her eyes lowered she walked to the rug in the middle of the room and knelt down. Spreading her legs she bent forward placing her forehead on the floor. She then placed her arms crossed on her back. "So that's as far apart as a whore can spread her legs is it slut?" He asked. Adjusting her position she moved her legs further apart feeling the strain in her thighs. He walked around behind her getting a great view of her cunt and arse. Using his still booted foot He tapped the inside of her knees indicating that he still was not happy and she spread her legs further. Hearing him crouch down behind her she held her breath. The 'inspection' would start now and she prayed that he would be happy with her. Taking one finger He reached down low, placed it at the top of her clitoris and ran it from there through her pussy lips and over her arse hole. "Already wet I see. Sign of a good whore. Or is it a sign that my slut has ignored her instructions. Have you been playing with yourself whore?" He asked. "No Sir", Lucy whispered. "Are you sure slut?" He asked again. "Why are you wet then?" He demanded. "Sir I have been wet all day. It won't seem to stop." Lucy replied. Without thinking she added "I only touched myself for a few seconds in the bath this evening". "You did what, slut?" He asked, raising his voice ever so slightly. She held her breath and remained in position. She had yet to see his face and at this moment didn't want to see his dark disappointed eyes. He moved from behind her and to her right side. Crouching down again he reached for her right breast. Taking all of it in his hand he squeezed it with such strength that she gasped. "Slut I believe I asked you a question. Answer me now!" He demanded in a controlled forceful voice, still gripping her right breast. "Sir, for a moment I forgot myself while I was in the bath. My thought were about what would happen this evening and before I knew it my hand was between my legs Sir," Lucy whispered. "Your hand was where slut. Details girl." He demanded again. "Sir I started to rub my clit Sir, but remembered immediately and stopped Sir." "So what you are saying slut is that you cannot follow a simple request not to masturbate for two days? Is that correct slut?" He said and every time he used the word 'slut' he squeezed her breast harder and harder. There would be bruises on her right breast. She hated bruises and He knew that. The pain made her want to cry but she knew that for her that was one of the hardest things to do. There had been times when she had been with him before when she should have pleaded for Him to stop but knew He would only do this when He saw tears. For her they were probably the only thing that she could not yet give Him. Why? She did not know. Maybe she just couldn't give all of herself just yet, "Sir I am sorry that I could not follow your request. I have no explanation other than being extremely turned on for the last few days. I have been constantly dripping Sir." Lucy responded. "So you truly are whore then slut?" He replied. "Sir, I am whatever you want me to be this weekend. So yes Sir I am a whore." she answered. Standing up He moved back round behind her. This time she felt his hand stroke the the mound of her cunt. "Slut, do you tweezers?" He asked. "Yes Sir" was her immediate response. "Where are they slut?" He asked. "They are in my toiletry bag on the side by the sink Sir" she replied. Getting up he walked to the sink and she could hear him open the bag and rummage around. Then she heard Him move back behind her. "So you are in a routine of not following orders I see slut." He said. Kneeling behind her he stroked her cunt again, finding a stray hair. With His other hand he gripped a hair and pulled hard. The pain was excruciating. She gasped, knelt up and reached to protect her cunt. "What do you think you are doing? Get back into position immediately slut!" He ordered. "Can you tell me why I am removing hairs from your cunt with tweezers slut?" He asked her while she took her position on the ground at His feet. She whimpered as she felt his hand stroking her mound again in search of more stray hairs. "Sir, I am sorry but my razor was blunt and did not do as good a job as I know you would wish. And I didn't have time to get a new one Sir. I am sorry Sir." "Sorry? That's just not good enough slut. It is not acceptable to have hair on your cunt where we are going this evening." Her mind was spinning. She was anticipating further pain and now He was speaking about plans for this evening. She felt the tweezers again grip hold of a hair. "Slut" He uttered quietly, "If you move this time I will spank your arse so hard that you will not be able to sit comfortably for days. But saying that it could very well add to your experience this evening." With that he flicked His wrist and another hair came away from her cunt. This time she stayed absolutely still and used her deep breathing technique to consume the pain. "That's better my slut. Only two more to go". He continued to remove the last couple of hairs and stood up. Putting the tweezers away, he moved in front of her and told her to kneel. "Look up at me while you undo my trouser slut." She raised her eyes and moved her hands to His belt. Her eyes were pricked with tears from the pain in her cunt. She always found it difficult keeping eye contact with Him. His eyes were beautiful but there was something behind them that scared her. She knew many stories about what He had done to other submissive women during His earlier years when He was exploring His dominant side. It scared her to know that she was submitting to such a sadistic man. She continued looking into His eyes while she pulled down His trousers and shorts. His cock sprung up in front of her face and she found it very difficult not to look at His glorious manhood. "Take my cock in your mouth slut and get me hard". She did as she was instructed and moving her hand to behind His thighs she licked the length of his cock from the tip to the base and then she took it into her mouth and began to suck gently. "Get it wet slut, I want it to slide into your throat while I talk to you." She moved her right hand and spat on it. Using the saliva she massaged His cock getting wet as requested. Putting it back in her mouth He placed His hand on the top of her head and pushed her down on His cocked until her nose touched His pubic bone. "Slut there are some things that you need to understand about this weekend." He pulled her back up off His cock, allowed her to take and breathe and pushed her all the way back down. His cock was hard and she struggled when it hit the back of her throat. "You are my whore this weekend. Being my whore means that there are a number of rules that will be followed." He lifted her up again and allowed her to catch a breathe and down she went again. "Upon waking in the morning you will not speak. You will put your mouth where it belongs, around my cock. You will not speak until I have cum in your mouth." He was now pulling her head up and pushing down as and when He wished. She was getting used to the speed he had set ensuring that she took a deep breath on the upward stroke. "The second rule is easier to demonstrate." He pulled her off his cock and pushed her until she fell backwards. "Get on your hands and knees and crawl to to shower cubicle. When you get there turn on the shower, make sure the temperature is okay and then sit and wait for me with your eyes closed and mouth open". She immediately turned and started to crawl into the bathroom while he removed His clothes. As instructed she turned on the shower, set the temperature to warm and sat down. What was He going to do with her now. This had never happened before. She waited patiently with her eyes closed and mouth open. She heard Him walk into the shower. He adjusted the temperature slightly and then grabbed her by the hair, tipping her head back. "Open your eyes slut and look at me. Every time I wish to take a shower you will do exactly as you have just done. You will prepare it for me and wait. Your mouth will be ready for one of two things. It will either be used to dump my cum in or it will be used as my urinal." He was now masturbating His cock with His right hand while he gripped her hair in His left. As he was hard she was sure that in this instance He simply needed somewhere to deposit His seed. His cock sat comfortably on her bottom lip and He stared into Her eyes. In no time at all He came in her mouth and she swallowed every drop. "Get your arse out of here while I shower. Fix your hair and make-up slut. I have plans for you this evening."