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Her Master

By: elphaba69



For some time, Lucy had been curious about what it would be like to be completely dominated by a man. She had read many stories about BDSM but she had never experienced it herself. She had never even thought about it until she met Andrew. They met in a chat room and seemed to click immediately. At first, they did not discuss anything about her sexual curiosities. When they started to discuss sexual topics was when they discovered Lucy's desire to experience pure male domination. They also discovered Andrew loved the idea of being the dominant male. 

At first, they just talked online but then they began talking over the telephone . They would talk almost every night. It almost became an addiction. Lucy could not wait to get home and call Andrew .Whether they talked about sex or just how their days had gone, Lucy loved talking to him. 

About six months into their talking, Andrew made the suggestion that they meet in person. Lucy knew she should have been hesitant but as soon as he suggested it she was jumping at the chance. Since neither of them lived alone, they decided to meet at a hotel that you pay for in three hour increments. 

When the day arrived that they planned to meet, Lucy was excited yet she was also a bit nervous. She always wanted to experiment with different sexual experiences but had never thought she would find someone willing to go on that journey with her. Now as she packed up her stuff and headed off to meet Andrew she realized she may have finally met her equal at least when it came to her sex drive and that thrilled her in a major way yet it also thrilled her in a big way.

When she pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, Lucy grabbed the little suitcase Andrew had instructed her to pack and headed towards the room number he had texted her earlier in the day. Before she could even knock on the door, Andrew yanked her inside. He must have been watching through the window right next to the door. "Get that sexy ass in here right now." He slammed the door behind her and pushed her up against it. "Damn, you are even hotter in person. Those pictures you sent me definitely do not do you justice."

"Thank you Andrew," Lucy said. She could not help herself she smiled from ear to ear. It had been a long time since someone paid her a compliment she had forgotten how good it felt.

"Those tits of yours are fabulous. I can tell even through your shirt that I am going to have tons of fun with them. Put your suitcase on the bed over there and get your tush back here ASAP."

Lucy practically sprinted over to the bed. On the way back she tripped over the edge of the area rug in the middle of the room. She almost fell on her face. 

"Don't go hurting yourself before we even get to have any fun," Andrew said. 

"No spending our evening getting stitches in my head is not my idea of fun either," Lucy remarked as she scurried the rest of the back to Andrew.

"Now where were we? Oh yes I was about to tell you the rules of our little game. First of all, you will no longer call me Andrew. You will address me as Master or Sir. Is that understood?"

"Yes master," Lucy said. 

"Good. Second rule is that you will do whatever I command immediately or you will be punished."

"Yes master."

"Now let's get started. Lose that ridiculous sweater . It is blocking my view of my property." Lucy pulled the sweater of her head and threw it to the side. "Much better. Now I can see your flat stomach. Turn around and bend over."

"Master, please don't make me do that we are right in front of a window and my skirt is really short if I bend over anyone passing by will see my little panties."

"Do I look like I care if the people outside see your little panties? Now this is your final warning one more act of disobedience and you will suffer the consequences. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal sir," Lucy hurried to do as he commanded so she would not suffer his wrath.

"That's much better my pet," he said as he came up behind her. He placed his hand on the small of her back. " This skirt is blocking the view of your gorgeous ass." As he said that he flipped her shirt up revealing a pair of little pink panties. "These are what you did not want everyone to see. I wonder why. There must be something wrong with maybe a hole. Let me see if I can find it." With that he slid his finger across the thin material covering her crotch. "Now I see why you wanted to hide these . You are already soaking wet my naughty girl." He proceeded to stroke his hand along the wet spot. 

This caused Lucy to whimper and squirm. She could not believe she was actually being turned on by this humiliation. Yet as he stroked his hands along her panties she could feel her lips getting wetter and wetter. 

"You are liking this aren't you? You like the thought of someone being able to see how wet your panties are. I bet you would really like it if I stripped those little panties off of your and then made you press it up against the window so that everyone could see." He suddenly ripped off her panties. 

Lucy wanted grab her now bare pussy but she did not dare. She knew that would only make her master angry. She definitely did not want to do that. 

" Now I want you to kneel on the ledge of the window and press that pretty little butt of yours against it. I want it to make a nice impression."

Lucy climbed up on the the ledge and pressed her ass up against the window. God, this is so freaking humiliating she thought to herself. How could she have gotten herself into this? Yet part of her so turned on it was crazy. 

After she stood there a few moments, Andrew climbed up behind her. She could feel him pressed up against her. Then she heard him unzipping his fly. "Turn around slowly and take my hard dick in that sweet little mouth of yours."

"But master," Lucy stammered.

Suddenly Andrew's hand came down on her bare ass hard. " You will not disobey me. Do you understand?"

"Now turn around like a good girl and suck your master's dick." Lucy obeyed slowly turning around and taking his semi-erect dick into her mouth. "That's my girl." He began thrusting his dick down her throat. Lisa gagged. "Take it you little slut. You know you like the feel of it in your throat. He pulled it out for a second and then slammed it back down again.

Each time he would shove it down it became easier for Lucy to take. She learned breath around his ever expanding member .Then she started eagerly sucking.

"You are enjoying this aren't you?" He took it out so that she could answer him.

"Yes master."

"You will really like it when I shoot my hot cum right down your throat." He slammed it back in. Now when I cum I want you to swallow every last drop. I better not see a single drop leak out of your lips because if it does you will be cleaning it off of whatever it lands on." He pumped down her throat a few more times before squirting his load deep into her throat.

Her Master



Maria came home to her apartment to learn that her boyfriend was nowhere to be found. 

She flipped her mid-back length brown hair and let out a sigh. Lately, it seemed as if Mike didn't care at all about her or her happiness. She could hardly remember her last orgasm. 

"He's probably out with the guys again," the twenty-two year old whispered to herself. 

Then Maria had an idea. Maybe he was in the bed room right now waiting to get between the sheets. Her heart raced and her red lipsticked mouth flipped into a smile. 

Maria swished her hair once more and headed towards the bedroom. She took off her heels to make the voyage quieter. The door was closed, and from what she could see from the crack along the floor, the lights were off. Maria took a breath and got ready to get nasty. She opened the door. 

The bed was empty. She could feel her heart fall and shatter into a million pieces. Early that morning, before she left for her job at a travel agency, Mike had whispered in her ear "Come on home babe. Let's have a little fun." This had left butterflies in her stomach and she had to take constant trips to the bathroom at work to masturbate to calm down. 

Tears rolled silently down Maria's face. She flung herself into bed in the dark room and hugged a pillow to her painted face.

Somewhere in the midst of silently crying, something poked Maria in the shoulder. This scared her so bad she almost wet her pants. She looked up from the soggy, makeup covered pillow and saw a face beaming down on her. She didn't have the time to find out who it was because the person jumped on her. 

The man wrapped her in a sexy embrace and kissed her neck. 

"Mikey," Maria whispered, relieved, knowing that Mike would be the only one to kiss her neck like that. 

She tried to wriggle her head away to see if he was clothed. Mike lifted his muscular, and, yes, nude body off of Maria's slender one. When she tried to lift herself up to hug him again, Mike planted a strong hand on her chest and pinned her to the bed. He was not smiling. 

He repositioned himself so that his body was holding Maria down and both of his hands were free. 

"Get off me..."Maria gasped, only half serious. "...can't breathe..."

Mike lifted himself off of her. But by then, he had already tied his lover's hands together with a pair of handcuffs he'd produced from nowhere. 

"Mike...?" Maria said, slightly uneasily. Then finally she got it. She started to play along. 

Maria started to squeal. It wasn't that loud, but it was pretty pitchy. She got out two squeals before Mike shoved his penis in her mouth and she couldn't get it out with her tied up hands. 

"That oughta shut you up," he muttered, sounding like he was hating every moment of this sex scene. 

Mike got to work getting his slave undressed. He pulled off her top, and unclasped her bra. Maria's perky boobs fell right out. Then he repositioned himself so that his cock still penetrated her mouth, and pulled off her skirt, which was like digging for the sexiest fossils ever. He dug up a black thong, and then a bare pussy under it. 

Mike eyed the girl and jerked his dick out of her mouth. "No! Don't!" she squealed, obviously wanting him too.

He took his sweet time, getting out of bed, then positioned so that his mouth was right where Maria's pussy lay. It drove Maria crazy. 

Then, all of a sudden, he dug in. 

Mike gave her no mercy as her sunk his tongue into the pink flesh and whipped it all around. 

With no blowjob to give, Maria was able to scream all she wanted. And boy, did she scream. It built up, starting with her moaning, then wiggling around squealing, then grabbing her boyfriend by the short black hair to push him in further. 

She could feel herself come almost immediately. It just all spewed out while Mike lapped it up like a puppy drinking water. Soon, one orgasm passed in the blink of an eye, and another one came on. Mike ate her out hard without stopping at all, leaving Maria to wonder how he could breathe. 

She soon began to feel very tired. Tired of screaming. Tired of jumping. Tired of trying to control her wild animal of a boyfriend.

Maria laid her head back on a pillow and closed her eyes. She wondered if she could fall asleep to the sweet rhythm of Mike licking her cunt clean. She stopped trying to fight it.

Mike was her master, and there was no controlling him.



Her Master Takes Her



Ginger could hardly believe it. She had been corresponding with Robert for two years online, role-playing with him, falling in love with him from afar. He lived 2,000 miles away, in New Mexico, and she thought this day would never arrive.

Yet here she was, sitting in the passenger side of his car, riding off with him for a week-long adventure at nearby Niagara Falls. She was in her mid-20s and still a virgin. He knew this, and did not mind. He planned to be the perfect teacher this week, with her the willing pupil.

He was also excited about this. He was not sure she would go with him, afraid that she would reject him upon meeting him. He was older than her by almost 20 years, and knew everything about her. He wanted this week to go perfectly, and so far it had. But to his mind, the real test would come in a few hours.

They chose a local restaurant, and made small talk as they ate. They both seemed a bit nervous, though they both knew what was to come. After dinner, they chose a local motel. He paid for the room, then guided her into the room. He smiled inwardly, noticing there was only one bed. Tonight she would not have an excuse to beg off.

He turned her towards him and kissed her. The kiss started softly, and as their lips parted, their tongues probed each other's mouths. He pulled her closer to him, and she started melting into his arms. The messages being passed silently to each other were the same ... make me yours.

He guided her to the bed, and sat her down. He reached down, and pulled her blouse off her body. She shuddered as her bra came into view, then shuddered harder as he started kissing her chin, then started moving lower down her body. His kisses trailed down to the edge of her bra, and she felt a familiar tingle developing between her legs.

She had played with herself before, had brought herself to orgasm with her vibrator, her fingers, and her imagination. This time, though, another person was bringing her personal wetness out, and as she thought that, she felt herself growing wetter.

He reached behind her and tried to unhook her bra. She inwardly laughed at his attempts, but nevertheless helped him by pulling the bra off her breasts, twisting it around, and unhooking it herself from the front. She sat before him now, naked from the waist up.

He lowered his mouth, and for the first time in her life, someone else started sucking on her nipples. Her breasts were large, and she could suck her own nipples, and had before when he told her to online. But now, her lover was sucking on her breasts.

Immediately she shuddered, and her vagina reacted by starting a constant flow of pre-orgasmic fluids. Her mind whirled, and she started moaning uncontrollably. He moved nipple to nipple, sucking, licking, biting and pulling at them and her areolas. The nipples were stiff now, and the breast not in his mouth was enclosed by his hand, pulling and pinching.

She lay there panting, and she felt her orgasm building within her. This was amazing! He was only on her breasts, and yet ... yet ... OH MY GOD!!! She screamed in joy, as her orgasm hit her like a wave of undeniable pleasure. She rode the orgasm, her first non-self-induced orgasm, and feel deeper in love with him.

He waited until her orgasm subsided, then continued his work. His hands reached down and undid her pants. He reached between her legs, and was amazed at how wet they were. She had cum, but he did not think she would be as wet as this. He pulled down the zipper, then slid both pants and panties down her legs and off her body. She lay before him, naked, a vision of beauty that was his alone to behold.

His hands slid between her bare legs, and touched her soft inner thighs. She moaned again and spread them wider for his pleasure. His fingers moved again, and swiftly found her sensitive clitoris. He rubbed it, making her shudder anew as she built up towards another orgasm. She felt his fingers caressing her swollen outer pussy lips, moving from lips to clit and back again. She raised her hips in need and desire, and he took the signal she was giving him. Two fingers thrust into her virgin pussy, and she felt a man's touch inside her for the first time.

His fingers in her were so different than her own fingerings. For one thing, the angle of entry was much different. His fingers were coming into her from below, instead of her fingers entering from above her clit. As his fingers filled her, touching spots inside her she had never been able to reach, she felt his thumb rubbing her clit. Then he felt his tongue renew its attack on her breasts. That last was the topper. She squeezed hard, and came again, her moans louder and more intense, matching the intensity of her second orgasm.

He moved his mouth down her body, kissing her lower breasts, then down the center, to her abdomen and lower. His tongue jabbed into her belly button, and despite her orgasmic pleasure, she laughed uncontrollably. This was her tickle spot, and he knew it. His mouth then moved lower still, kissing around the edges of her pussy hair. He added a third finger inside her, and she came again at his hand motions.

Finally he spoke to her. "Hands and knees, love" he ordered. As she repositioned, she noticed he was naked. She had been focusing on her own pleasure so much she had never noticed his stripping. She looked at his cock, seeing her first live cock. It was hard, pointing away from his body. She longed for it, but at the same time she didn't want him to stop what he was doing.

What he was doing was magical. He started kissing her pussy, while his wet fingers probed her ass opening. Gently he took one wet finger, and shoved it into her ass. She came again as he fingerfucked her ass. Then he placed his other hand's fingers into her pussy, and as he fucked her ass and her pussy together, touching his own fingers through the vaginal walls, she came again. She was nearly out of breath, but her body would not stop responding favorably to him and his lovemaking.

Finally, he pulled his fingers out of her and rolled her on her side. He lay next to her, pulling her to him and kissing her deeply. She wanted him more and more now. She wanted to please him, as he had pleased her.

She reached down and took his cock in her hand. She was amazed at its feel. She marveled at the skin texture, the hardness underneath the skin, and the small droplets of precum leaking from the slit on the top of the mushroom-shaped head. "Suck on it" he told her. She tentatively put his cock into her mouth, then started taking him deeper and deeper, licking this love muscle, sucking on it, swallowing it deeper into her mouth.

She felt it grow in her mouth, and redoubled her efforts. She heard him moan, and felt him thrust a finger into her pussy again. As she bobbed her mouth up and down his cock, he moved his finger in and out of her in time with her.

He could hardly stand it. She was the best cocksucker he had ever encountered, and this was her first effort. He moaned happily as she removed his cock from her mouth and started sucking his balls, stroking his cock to keep it hard. She ran her tongue over the underside of his cock, squeezing his balls as she licked. She resumed her sucking, and heard him say "Yes, yes .. . I'm so close." She grabbed his balls and pulled, and he could take no more.

His cock jumped in her mouth, then she felt his semen burst forth, driving deep down her throat. She swallowed, finding the taste pleasing. He spurt again and again, and try as she might, she could not swallow all his cum. A bit leaked from her mouth and dribbled down his cock.

She licked his cock clean, getting all the cum off him. She saw his cock shrivel, and curled into his arms. She looked at him and said "I love you, Robert."

He pulled her tighter, kissing her again, then said "I love you with all my heart, Ginger." Then he said the words she wanted him to say. "You are Mine, now and forever, My emmy," Those words sealed the bond, making her the slave she wanted to be ... His slave, and His slave only.

She loved her Master, and would love Him forever.

Then she noticed his cock was still hard. She rolled onto her back as his hands moved her, and as he grabbed her legs and spread them, her juices flowed more and more. He scooted a bit, then she felt his cock, rigid, hard and long, push deep into her.

He knew that this was the absolute moment. His thrust pushed deep into her, making her a virgin no more. She screamed, then bit into his shoulder in her pleasure. His cock filled her to perfection, and slowly, together, they started their lovemaking motions.

This was no vibrator, she thought. She could feel it twitching inside her, could feel his skin being grabbed by her pussy walls despite the stroking in and out. She got wetter and wetter and wetter, and befroe she knew it, her mind exploded in brilliant colors as she came for the first time with a cock ... a real rock ... inside her body.

He could feel her orgasm all around his body. His mind exploded in joy as her mind exploded in pleasure. He thought he could hold off, considering the great blow job just minutes before, but he felt his balls tightening, preparing to shoot their load deep into this wonderful woman.

He moaned loudly, "Cumming!" She cried "me too!!"

Together, they melted into a mutual orgasm. His sperm flew from his cock into her vagina. Her vagina responded, squeezing his cock and erupting with juices of its own. Their mouths searched for each others, and they kissed long and deep as the mutual orgasms peaked, then slowed.

She was definitely multi-orgasmic, and as the one orgasm slowed, the next overtook her, taking her back to the top of Mount Rapture and dropping her back into his arms. Then the climb began again.

She could only remember bits and pieces of the next hour. Orgasm after orgasm, as he used fingers, tongue, lips, mouth, and soft sensual words to keep her on a constant plain of pleasure.

Afterwards, as they cuddled together, she could only wonder at what the rest of the week had in store. She was in love with her Master ... yes, her Master ... Master SweetShadow, her Robert, her lover. And he was in love with his slave emmy, his lover ginger ... His. They were a happy couple as they fell asleep.



Her Masterful Fantasy



My fantasy starts with a simple whisper....does that surprise you? His breath warm and sweet against my ear, the words spoken in firm and low tones......”Tonight you are mine to do with as I please....” a gentle squeeze from his hands and a light kiss on the sensitive flesh seal the statement as it is spoken in a crowded restaurant. Knowing full well that I desire that which he has spoken, he ushers me to my seat and pushes my chair in as I sit. Smiling with the charm of a rogue he pulls my hand to his under the tablecloth, placing an oval device in my hand and closing my fingers over it to encompass it completely. “Take this and slip it deeply into your womanhood....act as a lady just as you have this far and do not let it show that I have control over your every move. Now go to the ladies room and do exactly as I’ve told you and then return to me.”, my eyes gently searching his eyes as I slowly rise and make my way to the ladies room. 

The excitement causing me to flush a light pink as I enter the ladies room, choosing the first stall. My curiosity piqued as I examine what seems to be a silver egg with a slender ribbon cord. I slowly pull up my black satin A-line skirt, slipping my hand in at the top of the slit to lower my black lace panties. Groaning softly as my wetness is apparent, gently slipping the egg into place making sure to leave a portion of the ribbon accessible. Closing my eyes, the coolness diminishes from the object as my velvety walls grip it in short quick spasms. Lowering my skirt and smoothing out the fabric, making sure that my corset is straight underneath my tailored jacket, completing the black sleek suit. Checking my appearance in the mirror, and adjusting the skinny strap on my rhinestone black satin slingback sandals. 

Stepping from the ladies room, one slim thigh peeks out from the slit in my skirt as I make my way back to our table. Gracefully taking my seat as he rises to pull out my chair. My eyes twinkling gently as his hand covers mine...”Good girl.” he murmurs only loud enough for me to hear. A slight tilt of my neck causing the light to catch a rhinestone in the black satin choker around my neck. I choose not to acknowledge his words....my eyes dancing. “Mmmmmmm, I can see the challenge in your eyes little one, and you know as well as I do, who will overcome.” he murmurs before switching the egg on low. 

The light vibrations causing me to jerk lightly; a slight gasp escapes me. “Aaaahhhh aaahhh aaaaaaahhhhhh,” he smiles, “you must act the part of a lady.” he admonishes as he chuckles watching my effort to sit with poise as the gentle vibrations cause my body to clench and unclench. His eyes sparkling as he turns the device off...I watch his hand as he slips it from his pocket, gently glaring at him. “Just remember little one you are Mine.” A soft smile curving my lips as I gently nod, curling my hand over his. 

The night progresses with ease as we dine and dance. Taking his hands as he pulls me into his arms, swaying gently on the dance floor. Gasping softly as he switches the egg on and turns it up a notch, gently turning my head into his chest, I close my eyes and clench harder trying not to groan out loud. “Mmmmm is something the matter little one?” his dark gaze set upon my eyes as I look up to him. Unable to speak for fear of groaning I gently shake my head. “Good,” he whispers seductively, “I want you to feel what I’m going to do to you later....do you feel it? Is it coursing through your veins as you course through mine?” A soft affirmative moan is all I can manage as he curls me deeper into his arms. 

Sighing softly as he pulls me from the restaurant and into his vehicle. The cool night air coating my fevered skin as I pull in a deep breath. Slowly looking over at him, a light smirk painted upon my lips as I watch him drive. My hand slips underneath my skirt, cutting him a sideways glance and gasping as his hand snakes over to grip mine like a vice. His eyes never leaving the road, “Touch that and you won’t like the consequences little one.” his words hitting their mark as I remove my hand. “Why I was just adjusting my slip.” I reply feebly, a slow smile creeping upon my lips. “Mmmm hhhhhmmmm I think not, and there is no need in telling me otherwise, we both know better now don’t we?” his fingers gently digging into my thigh before he turns into the drive. 

A sweet shiver runs through me as he shuts off the car and turns toward me. A slow smile creeping into his features as his hand curls around my neck and pulls me forward into his kiss. Turning the egg on high he presses his lips further into mine, parting my lips with the sweetness of his tongue as I groan deeply. Slipping his hand underneath my skirt, his fingertips crawling underneath the fabric to gently graze my damp and throbbing flesh. “Open your legs for me, “ he murmurs between breaths as I fully part my mouth to draw his tongue into my warm cavern. Parting my legs slowly, groaning softly as his fingers slip in and press the egg in further. “Ooooohh yesssss.” small moans mixed with words spill from me. “Yes what?” he demands. Curling my hands around his neck. “Ooooohhhh yesss Master.” I moan softly. He releases me abruptly, stepping out of the car and crossing over to my door to pull me from the vehicle. Chuckling softly as he throws me over his shoulder, an audible squeal ushered into the night as I grasp him tightly. Gently pounding his back as he enters the house, kicking the door shut and locking it. 

Grinning and chuckling; his stride increases making the distance short as he carries me into the bedroom. A sudden rush of temperament exploding as he plops me down on the bed. Growling softly, I sit up quickly, yanking the egg out and groaning as my body convulses eager for more. Scrambling to stand upon the bed, reaching down to free myself of the sandals, and slipping from my jacket. His eyes gauge my every move. Gently clicking his tongue. “I see you still insist on testing the waters little one. I’m surprised you made it this far.” A slow and knowing smile parting his lips. 

“Hhhhmmfff, and I would have made it further if you hadn’t plopped me down on the bed like a......like a.......well like a CARCASS! “Hhhhhhmmmmm and I see that when you’re flustered you still make no sense.” his laughter filling the room as he teases me. “Aaaarrrggghhhh!!!” the obvious frustration lacing the cry as I throw the egg into his chest with all my strength. THUMP!!!! Quirking my brow and taking a step back as he smirks, his eyes slowly traveling up my body. 

The silence fills the room as neither one of us move. “Don’t look at me like that.” I whisper. When he finally speaks his voice is low and controlled, “Come here little one....before you get yourself in more trouble than you can manage to get yourself out of.” I gently tilt my head back so that I am looking down at him.....placing my hands on my hips. “And if I don’t?” In a flash his hand clasps my ankle and drags me to the edge of the bed causing me to collapse upon the white goose down comforter. Gasping and crying out as I attempt to pull myself free. He grabs both of my tiny wrists in one hand and pulls them over my head, a slow and sly grin looming over me as he lays upon me to still my movements. 

His finger trailing the edge of my collar, ”Tell me little one....what is this that you are wearing?” My eyes closing softly, I swallow hard as his fingertips caresses the soft flesh of my neck. ”Answer me.” he whispers into my ear. I grimace lightly before answering, ”It’s my collar.” “Mmmmmmm yes it is... and WHO do you belong to?” I purse my lips together, ”Well I DID belong to this Master that was the most.....” My words cut off by the pressure of his lips taking mine. “And you still do you stubborn little minx!” he softly growls into my lips. His free hand running down the side of my body, “every inch of you is Mine.” he murmurs. 

Slowly releasing my wrists and removing himself from my body, his gaze darkens considerably as I sit up on my elbows. “If you move from the spot you will regret it little one, don’t test me further.” he admonishes as he walks across the room. “Undress.” I look over to him very sweetly...”I promise I’ll behave.” I offer quietly. Watching as the muscles of his back tense and untense through his shirt as he slides open the closet door. “Undress little one. You know at this point I don’t want to hear your offers of innocence. Since you and I both know different. Do not play me for a fool or you will be punished more so.” his words spoken in a stern tone as he undresses. 

I slip free of my skirt and corset, slowly pushing my panties past my hips and completely off then unfastening my bra. He turns laying his eyes upon my nude form....motioning for me to lie upon the bed. I move to the middle of the bed, pulling my legs up and curling my arms around them as I turn away from him. The warmth of his body encompassing mine as he pulls me into his arms, sitting on the edge of the bed. Sweetly he places a gentle kiss on the top of my head...”What am I going to do with you little one?” Smiling sweetly, “ You are gonna love me and let me get away with it.” I gush. 

In the next instant I find myself placed firmly across his lap...bare skin touching bare skin as his hands settle my ass in direct line with his hand.  A loud crack filling the room as his hand lands the first blow to my ass. Sucking in my breath as the reality sinks in, my hands gripping the comforter. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK Each blow a little harder than the first, my creamy flesh turning a light pink as the shape of his hand is imprinted on my skin. Crying out and trying to move my tender flesh away from his hand. I wriggle and groan trying to push myself up with my arms. 

“You can make this smooth or rough little one it’s up to you....but I suggest you be still.” His hand placed in the middle of my back and applying a gentle force as he presses me back down to the bed. Laying my cheek upon the comforter as I pull the fabric into my hands and grip it tightly. My chest heaves as the tears pool in my amber eyes. His thumb catches the first tear as it slowly slips from my eye, caressing my tender flesh with his strong hand. Slipping down between my legs and parting them; his fingers delve into my pussy. 

My breath catches softly in my throat marking the first spill of my silky cream. Drenching his fingertips my sweetness with each teasing stroke.. Moaning softly as I grind into his hand. The heat of his skin pressing into my tummy with the hardening of his cock. Causing me to groan deeply with the desire to release. His fingers finding my clit and caressing it softly, squirming fully with each stroke. My body aching for more as his fingers escape my throbbing flesh. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK 

I scream and turn to bury my head in the comforter to muffle my cries. My breath lost deep in my chest as I struggle to be still. Unable to stop myself I pull my burning flesh from his hand. “Raise your ass little one...NOW.” Gasping as I raise my ass, turning my head to the side to fill my lungs with a delayed breath. The tears coursing down my cheeks as I fight the need to scream. His fingertips trace the lines of my heated flesh, my muscles tight and taunt as I brace myself. My chest heaves greatly with each breath. The action catching his attention I soon find his hand cupping my breast. Flicking my pouting nipple with his thumb as he massages my burning flesh. 

“Ooohhh Master pleeeassseee...” I softly plea. “I’ll behave I promise.” a soft whimper edging my words. “Have I not heard that before little one? Mmmmmm yes I have and I do believe that this punishment will be carried through. You need to learn how to control that temper of yours.” his words soft yet firm as he murmurs them softly in my ear. His hands knead my soar crimson flesh, “You won’t forget this lesson little one....you will be reminded of it every time you try to sit for a while.” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK His hand pulling my ass up with each swat. 

I tightly shut my eyes as the tears flow, my body shaking gently upon his lap. His eyes glistening as his fingertips gently trace the light welts that protrude from my hot and tortured flesh. Gathering my shaking body into his arms as he pulls me near. I turn my head into his chest and burying my face to hide my embarrassment and shame. “Have you learned your lesson little one?” the words vibrating through his chest as I nod my head slowly. His hand reaching down to turn my chin up to look into his eyes. 

”Yesss Master.” I reply in a softly quivering voice. “We shall see just how well you learned your lesson in the future. I’d miss my guess if I said I doubted that you would misbehave again.” I shake my head urgently, quite sure that I don’t want to repeat the process any time soon. A soft chuckle rises from his chest as I clutch him tightly. “Shall I be merciful little one?” he asks more to himself than to me. I look up to him slowly, the tears barely rimming my eyes as I sniffle softly. “Please Master have mercy on this one. Even though she may not deserve it.” 

A smile curves his lips as he slowly stands and places me on my hands and knees upon the bed. Splaying his hands upon my burning flesh causing me to wince, “Very well little one. I’ll show you mercy this time. But let it be known, there will be no mercy next time.” Leaning forward to gently lay across my back, he splays his hands around my waist guiding me closer to his hard cock. One strong hand parting my legs further as he presses his head into my hot slick folds, caressing my molten core with the tip of his cock. 

Gently swaying against his hard frame I groan softly upon drawing in a deep breath. “Tell me what you want little one.” he murmurs as he slips his head out. Hot desire racing through my blood as the words tumble from deep within. ”Oooohhh Master I want you to fuck me. Mmmmmm pleassseeee.” His fingers gently curling into my hips as he slowly and painstakingly guides his silken shaft in to my tight flesh. Closing my eyes I toss my head back with his tantalizingly slow thrust. My golden tresses slipping down to splay across my flushed body. 

My velvety walls contracting and pulling him in deeper, gripping him with the force of my inner muscles. Groaning as my body flows deeply within the sweet rush. My tightness contracting and convulsing upon his flesh, creating a tight sheath that encompasses him completely. The tip of my tongue wetting parched lips as I grind back softly wanting to feel more of him deeply within. His hand curls into my hair and suddenly yanks my head back. The sweet arch of my neck creating a fluid line to mark the uncontrollable shudder that assaults me. 

Groaning deeply as he slides himself in fully in one quick thrust his balls smack my freshly punished flesh. My brow creasing deeply, I chew on my lower lip to hide the whimper that longs to escape me. His warm skin brushing up against my aching ass with each and every insistent thrust. A fevered flush spreads throughout my body as his low groans fill my senses. His cries drive me wild with passion. Clenching him deeply within I strain to capture him as he pulls out, creating a sensual friction. 

Groaning sweetly, I push against his flesh as he thrusts back in to my pulsing cunt. Bracing myself to focus completely on his pleasure. His hands begin to pull me back against him in a quick jerk. One hand guiding my hips as he thrusts harder and faster. I slip my hands behind me to clutch his hips. Moaning sweetly as his other hand snakes between my legs. His fingers grazing my clit as he thrusts with more urgency. His breath warm and sweet on my ear, “ I want you to cum for me little one.....Now.” 

His teeth tenderly digging into the creamy flesh of my neck, “ Oooohhh yesss Master.” I hiss, his fingers tantalizing my flesh. Crying out sweetly as my body quivers and spasms. My orgasm fast and furious, my sweet juices flood his cock and fingers. “Mmmmmmm good girl.” he groans as he slams back into me. His movements growing stronger with the need to release, throwing his head back as he grips my hips and jerks me back into him with a loud smack. 

Snapping my eyes shut I cry out as his body writhes against me. His muscles tight and taunt as he cries out and releases a hot thick stream of cum. His face contorting with euphoric pleasure as his hot seed fills me in a seemingly never ending stream. I lean back against him, his hands clutching me to his chest as our bodies labor to pull in breath. Lost in the throws of passion he guides me to lie with him in the confines of the comforter. Our breathing slowly returns to normal. His mouth gently nips my earlobe as he speaks, ”little one...” he sighs softly as he gently withdraws. Turning me to face him he curls me into his arms, devilishly caressing my stinging flesh. I groan softly as I look up into his eyes. Dancing eyes meet mine, “And has my little one learned her lesson?” A light smirk curves my lips, “Yes Master, she has learned that misbehaving can have it’s advantages.” chuckling softly and winking before a light smack to my tender flesh causes me to withdraw my answer. 

“Oooohhh I mean yes Master....his little one has learned a valuable lesson about controlling he temper.” A light chuckle rumbles from deep within his chest, ”I doubt that...but we shall see.” he murmurs softly. I nuzzle my head into his chest and gently close my eyes...the sound of his breathing soothing me and lulling me into a soft and sweet slumber. 



Her Masterful Tease



The cock in her hand was of average width but its formidable nine inches made it appear exceptionally long. Together the nude lovers sat in bed where she had molded and transformed his manly putty into the stiff veiny monster that now pulsed in her grip. She possessed a practiced graceful manner in performing handjobs. The soft suppleness of her hands coupled with the hardened vigor of her extra long fingernails could entice his love flesh into supplying seed on demand. Her demand. Oh, the sweet economics of it! She could rule supreme and manipulate his "little fella," instinctively knowing all the spots that made him turn to jelly. She had pumped, slowly at first, then, cupping the balls, had gently pinched, squeezed, and scratched his rod with her perfect manicure. Yes, and now she had it pulsing like a hornet stinger in July. He laid back, a mere slave in her young veteran fingers and grateful to go wherever her whim would take him. Supply and demand, oh the sheer beauty of it!

And so there it was - a fully grown manroot born in her hands. She curiously admired her labor of love. The pink blood-engorged flesh, the protruding spongy vein, the over-sized helmet that crowned her handy work, the vulnerability of his ball sack; she loved it all!

Unaware of the mile-wide smile that had slowly stretched across her angelic face, Sarah clearly became embarrassed when Marvin looked up and caught her grinning. "Is there something funny about my cock?" he asked. "Oh, no" she said, "not at all, honey, it's just that I never knew your cock was so long and beautiful. The morning sunlight brings out all its magnificence, its boldness, its soft pink and perfect skin. It's like I discovered it again for the first time. Am I making sense?...oh, it doesn't matter, I love the warm feeling of power it's giving me. I love getting you hard and making you need me to finish the job and get you off. I guess you caught daydreaming about what I plan to do to it." A nasty thought popped in her mind when she spied a clear pearly droplet of pre-come nesting atop his peehole. It sparkled in a ray of sunlight seeping through a crack in the curtains. Firmly holding his member in her fist, her tongue quickly dipped down and scarfed it up cleanly in one deliberate lick. "Mmmm, what a tasty morsel, Marvin," she purred with a smile and rolled the viscous tang between the roof of her mouth and the flat of her tongue, exploring and relishing its musk and texture. "Jesus, you taste so fucking Goddamned delicious!"

"You really enjoy how it tastes?" Marvin asked.

"Oh, baby, you have no idea how much. There's simply nothing quite like the taste of semen."

"I'll soon have plenty more for you, my dear" Marvin anxiously promised her.

"I sure hope so. Just the thought of eating a mouthful has got me ablaze with desire!" she seductively whispered in his ear, "why don't you come sit at the edge of the bed. I want to blow you. I want to suck that fucking gorgeous dick!" Marvin moved to the mattress's edge and she kneeled between his legs, positioning her pretty face adjacent his hairy crotch. She was not aware that his cock measured nine full inches, and frankly, wasn't concerned with numbers. At her young age of twenty her only concerns were to please her man and to make her dream of throating this motherfucker a reality. She barely contained herself.

Though many of her girlfriends often complained how they hated giving blowjobs to husbands and boyfriends, Sarah never backed down from the opportunity. She had a mind of her own and she knew what she liked. To her, wrapping her two full cherry lips around cock and making it wet and hard by using her skillful tongue and throat was the most pleasurable part of sex. Nothing compared to making soft cock erect and left helpless to her devices. The fact that she held the key to extinguishing its demanding needs heightened her prowess. Even during her period she habitually sucked dick.

And so there it was poking out right at her face, so near she could feel his heat emanating through its thin veiny skin. Sarah wanted nothing more than to put that hot pecker between her pucker yet she also knew getting there was half the fun. And she so wanted this to last and last.

Sarah lightly let her breath fall upon it. It throbbed in response. Taking it in her hand, Sarah stretched open her jaws as fully as possible and placed the head of his cock into the darkness of her mouth without making contact. She exhaled her hot breath across it, teasing and warming him. When he throbbed and bucked she quickly pulled her head away and freed him from her hand. It now protruded just a half inch from her lips. She studied it closely, fascinated with his blood engorged muscle. It nearly cried out to her, "Lick me, lick me!" Looking up into his eyes, she pouted her red lips as if she were about to kiss the peehole. She dearly wanted to, of course, but held out on him. He moaned in agony of forthcoming ecstasy. She had him right where she wanted him. Slowly she worked her warm tongue lightly along the body hairs of his inner thighs. She had nearly brought him off earlier and now this tease made him long for release like he had never experienced before. Her tongue toyed with all the tender areas inside his thighs but never once did she lick his manhood. He grew petulant and she knew it. "Oh, baby please suck it, take it in your mouth please!!" he anxiously pleaded, "I gotta blow my load!" He reached out to grab her head. She pushed his arms away.

"Marvin, honey, please listen to me. I want to bring you to your absolute limit. I want to tease you until you can't bare it any longer. I want to take you to that place where you have never been. That place where you simply can't control yourself anymore. To the very edge of lustful rage, honey. Then, and only then will I surrender myself for the taking. I know you know what I'm here for and I know you won't let me down, love."

As eager as he was, he did enjoy the tease and conceded that he was intrigued by her suggestion. She then took the sash from her nearby robe and asked him to put his hands together behind his back. Wrapping the sash around his wrists, she tied them securely.

"There," she said proudly, still on her knees, "I've got you just where I want you." Her fingers ran through his chest hairs, rubbed his thighs, tickled his tummy, fingered his belly button, and all the while his pulsing cock zeroed in on her face. She blew on it, spat on it, and finally began jerking him. She scratched and juggled his balls as he moaned in lust. Then once again she stopped. He was a rocket ready to be lit. She pondered letting her dark curled shoulder-length hair caress his manly fruit when another pearl of sperm revealed itself. Instinctively, she caught it on her index finger and smeared the slippery droplet across her rosy lips like gloss. Their eyes met as she held his balls tightly and ran her tongue around her lips. "Mmmmmm..." she hummed.

As before, she stopped. Sarah froze. With lips literally atoms away from the tip of his purpled pepper, he felt her hot breath cascading over it. She loved surveying his helpless rod with her wide green eyes and especially grew fond of how the slickness of her bright tangerine nail polish played off the pinkness of his bristling hard-on. She thought about getting it on video or at least a Polaroid.

Then quite unexpectedly he felt her nails running themselves up and down the sides of his legs. Again she puckered up her lips. He became dizzy. Seemingly from nowhere, her hand grabbed his cock and pumped it rigorously. She looked him square in the eyes and presented her extended tongue as a pillow for his cockhead to rest upon while her relentless pumping yanked him to the brink. He moaned, ready to fire when she abruptly stopped, squeezed his nuts, and pressed the underside of his penis, stifling his climax. With panting breath and pounding heart, he bucked several times to a dry ejaculation. His throbbing uneasily subsided.

Marvin was burning. "Come on, baby finish me now. Free my hands. I WANT YOU NOW!!"

"Now, now, settle down big boy. You'll have your freedom all in good time," she said, loving every minute of it. She stood up and said she needed to get a drink of water. "No. No, Sarah, make me come first. Goddamnit, come back here." Marvin stood up and followed her.

"Hey, go sit down like a good boy and wait there for me or I'll stop everything. Maybe I'll just go out shopping. Would you rather I do that?"

He gave her an impatient look but returned to the bed. She went down stairs to the kitchen. A few minutes later, she returned with an ice cold glass to water. Sarah got back into her cocksucker position, placing the glass on the floor. "I see you've lost interest" noting that his cock had grown soft. "I haven't lost interest. I just miss you, honey, and it needs you to grow again," Marvin quite nearly whimpered.

Taking it in her hand, she pumped the blood slowly back into it. Just as it was hardening, she held it with one hand while the other peeled and pushed back the forskin. When the red head was in full view, she rubbed the peehole slowly across each of her lips. "Look, honey, natural lipstick! Too bad they don't make a cum-flavored chapstick, I'd be their biggest customer"

Parting her lips she began to suck him. Getting wet and steely again. He closed his eyes enjoying her favors. Stealthly she took the glass of ice water and in one quite motion, shoved his nuts in the glass. The cold sensation took him by surprise and he almost blew his load. She then dipped his pecker in the water, making it cool. She alternated putting it in her mouth and then in the water. After a few minutes of this, Sarah took the glass to her lips and drank it down.

Now with one hand she captured the head of his cock with her nails and pulled it up and held it while she dipped down and sucked greedily on his hairy balls. She made twisting, turning motion with her nails on his cockhead as she exploring the taste of his nuts. "I love sucking you Marvin, tasting your salt and musk, getting my face fucked, licking your balls. I want to be your blowjob queen. I wish that every time you come it would be in my mouth. Tomorrow when you come home from work, I'll be the the kitchen. I want you to walk over to me without saying a word. Drop your pants, and start jerking off. I'll just be sitting there watching you watch me. When you're about to come, just nod your head. I'll then wrap my lips around it and catch all of your spunk. Do you think you can do that for me?" Marvin was losing himself. Soon she just held the cock straight up with one hand, pinching the skin tauntly from the back side of the shaft so that the thick fleshy duct tube protruded. With her free hand, Sarah rhymically tapped it with her fingernails, up and down its length. Well, poor Marvin. That did it!

She'd broken the camel's back. Marvin lost control. He was agog with lust. "Please, Sarah, enough. I mean it. It's now or never. Untie me. I have got to have you right fucking now!" he managed to communicate to her in a deliberate and steady tone. She stood up and freed his hands.

He quickly stood up, put his hands on her shoulders, and pushed her to her knees. Marvin grabbed her head with both hands and she opened her mouth. She pumped his dick between her lips, giving it a thorough coating of saliva. This was essential for this impending face-fuck that she knew she was about to receive. Always lubricate the cock; experience taught her well. She quickly lapped the entire length until it literally dripped with her saliva. He then waved her hands off his cock and told her to sit on them. While he secured her head with his hands, he began ramming his cock in her mouth. Her pussy grew wet in anticipation of deep-throating. He rocked back and forth and at this point she managed about half the cock before the gagging reflex made her cough a bit. "Sorry," she said.

"No, problem, baby. You'll get into a rhythm, because I know you know I aim on taking this cock all the way down your throat."

And indeed she did. And soon they were riding. Sarah relaxed my lower jaw muscle. Now his cock could easily soar fully and completely down her throat. Numerous times it plunged down her wet damp cavern. Though this intruder of flesh explored dark forbidden space, it quickly made this place its home. This blind worm of cock had a will all it's own. She lost herself. She became nothing but an accommodation for nine demanding inches of bubbling tube steak. Sarah, too, became crazy in carnal fever. Each time the Cock Ness Monster submerged down her throat, she managed a small orgasm.

Between strokes she managed to blurt out: "Marvin, jam it down and hold it there. I need to gag on it!" She surrendered her mouth to him. It plunged its way down until her lips met his balls and he held her head down and rubbed her face into the nest of his hairy balls. He bucked a few times before finally letting her have some air. Gasping, Sarah took several deep quick breaths before taking on another mouth cram. Once again he buried his meaty tool in her gullet. The walls of her esophagus contracted and she gagged, coughing up the monster. Thick strands of spittle hung from his cock to her lips. She took air and composed herself. He quickly gathered the hanging strands with his hand and rubbed it all over her cheeks and chin. She glistened in her own saliva.

Breathlessly, she begged, "Don't stop...I want more...fuck my mouth...bury that cock again...come on you bastard, dick my fucking throat...do it!"

He stood up, grabbed a fistful of her hair from the back of her head and forced his guiltless wonderboy in and out of her dripping mouth, coaxing down her throat. Sarah's pussy juices stained the carpet. She began rubbing herself and climaxed several times with a throatful of dick. "Jerk me!" he commanded. Her fingers encircled his wand as she held the head to her tongue. Pumping it slowly, more pre-cum seeped from the peehole. Sarah drew the precious seeds directly into her mouth. It was going to happen any second now. In preparation, her hands found in his ass cheeks. As she anticipated the joyful eruption, her entire body trembled.

BOOM! The first wave of jism spurted hotly inside her mouth and she pulled him in, stuffing it down into her dick den. "Take it all, suck it in baby, eat my fuckin' jism!" It was here, in the sole darkness of her pharynx, she held him and relieved him of wad after wad of sizzling cum as he moaned in pure unadulterated euphoria. She treasured the way his semen splattered her insides, how it clung like hot goo to her tonsils before sliding ever so silky down the recesses of her throat. The green of her eyes peered into him like an adoring puppy. Being force fed cum was not new to her. She craved it.

With no choice but to swallow, she dug her nails into his ass cheeks and he responded with two more squirts. He very slowly and carefully withdrew his expired cock. After taking several deep breathes of air, she grabbed the base of his shaft with her hand and expertly worked her thumb up its underside so that she could completely empty his dying penis of sperm. A large white glob oozed out the head and she allowed it drop to her waiting tongue. She held the runny oyster on her tongue just long enough for him to see before she swallowed the remaining lifeforce. Marvin's gun was out of ammo. Finally.

His heart raced, lungs expanding and contracting, body sweating. He crashed into the bed. He was a dead soldier, another satisfied customer. Sarah curled around him placing her head on his tummy. It warmed her ear as she thought of letting him grow soft in her mouth but then decided to let him rest. In the morning, just as the sun rose, she'd go down on him. Again. And again when he returned from work.



Her Masterpiece



She came to me from the darkness, as I stood, stretched out before her. My body became a canvas, my mind a tabula rasa, my desire a conduit to her muse. Naked, framed in her tight chains, I watched her prepare a dark pallet of pain, her colors dripped in anticipation. Glistening with sweat, I awaited her inspiration, her art.

She stood in dark leather and sparkling chrome, strapped and buttressed in crossing patterns. Her light skin glowed enticingly, drawing me to her as if pleading for me to test the limits, the slack and the length of the chain. Jet black hair slapped her shoulders as she turned her head and her eyes, the deepest indigo, reflected the candlelight as distant fires in the night.

Cheekbones accented her glare in an angular scowl; her oblique anger bent me, as I yearned to please. I learned to live for the slightest turn in her lips, upward meant a gentle touch, downward the ecstatic burn. Her neck, so soft on my face as she soothed me, would go taut with strength as she strained onto me, dark, shadowed lines would leap at her swing.

Narrow shoulders belied her strength as she pressed her will. Her breasts, trussed in black, stood firm, suggesting a possibility, a hint of her treasures if I performed well, a taunt of the inaccessible if I failed. Her hips curved in the leather just above the hint of thigh she let me savor before disappearing into her tall, tall boots. Boots I polished and shined each time we met, boots she wore as she walked over me.

Ready now, she circled me, a panther hypnotizing me in her fluid motion. I yearned to touch her, but needed her wrath; I longed her softness, but cried out for her strength, my need possessed me as it strangely possessed her too.

She reached out, painting me with her cat-o-nine tails. Her light strokes raised colors on me, faint pinks sparkling with each easy stroke. She'd languish in my color, in the texture of the pain. After each stroke, she'd trace the filaments of leather over my wet flesh, letting them absorb the sweat. The movement of the leather as I breathed fascinated her, the rhythm of air molded in my ardor. 

Slowly at first, then faster, harder, she painted a deeper red, as I strained against the restraints, my chaos rising, barely in her control. The colors sparkled as I rained for her; she tasted my salt and smiled as my need coursed though me. And as I leaned for her next touch, she'd pause for moments, aching moments, reminding me who owned the night, of who held the cat, of who needed the other.

Each movement fired me, as her gaze commanded, each harsh stare from her enticed me as every touch slices through me. I coalesced as a lightness of being overwhelmed me and I committed completely as her power took my soul.

I learned to pray to the flash of her leather, worship the brush of her lips. When released, I'd kneel to an altar, bend and kiss the stiletto heels of her boots. Her fingertips were salvation, and her strength my absolution. Her inspiration was my divinity, as I became her work of art. 

I imagined colors as she painted my limits and then pushed me ever so slightly beyond. I felt her intensity and then her calm as she softened to a feather touch. Her brush lightly painted me in softness; her strokes quietly teased me as each time I faded beneath her firm will, she'd touch me again, igniting my desire. 

I watched her, as she etched her soft form in my mind. I languished as warm visions emerged, and I'd starve for her touch, the gentle curve of her breast. Her image was imbedded in me, as her marks burn red on my skin. Each time I slumped with fatigue, she'd draw me out again, sculpting my strength to her will. I dripped in the heat, my devotion ran down my limbs as she'd touch me, wetting herself in my salt as I faltered. And in the moments of my darkest devastation, in the shadow of my collapse, the faintest light of her smile would brace me, the softest whisper of encouragement would support me, and the lightest touch of her lips would fuel me.

In the bright colors of her inspiration I could stand firmly again, tightly tethered, ready to taste her power as she'd paint her will upon me again. In that darkest night I became her greatest masterpiece in pain.



Her Master's Eyes Ch. 01



For Sue

Important note, this is a FANTASY……….the actions of meeting a stranger from online and entering in to this kind of situation is a REALLY bad idea!

*****

She stood waiting at the airport, unsure what the hell she was doing there, and shaking slightly in her new and unfamiliar 5" heels. Her nervousness was increased by the knowledge that if she slipped she'd be embarrassed by the uncommon undergarments she wore. He'd sent her a garter belt and stockings and a pair of tiny panties in a style she'd never worn. They seemed somehow inappropriate and overly dressy in conjunction with her short skirt. Feelings of foolishness flooded her at the thought that she, a mature woman with plenty of life experience, was here and feeling like a teenager over an unexpected and completely overwhelming desire for a man she'd never met. It had all started innocently enough several months earlier when a stranger had wandered in to her favorite online chat room. His humor and sardonic attitude masked a caring man with a deeply erotic sensibility. They'd chatted, at first in the room, then via private messages. He'd seemed to sense something in her, a need, an emptiness, just begging to be filled. After several weeks of conversation, He had revealed Himself as a Dom. She smiled at the memory of how she'd stared blankly at the computer screen until he sent her an explanation followed by links to websites for devotees of power exchange, as well as the names of several books dealing with his lifestyle.

As she'd read the sites and spoken to Him, she could feel things shifting inside her. Her world was tilting, and she liked it even as her fears grew. Surely this was not who she was, what she wanted! To be a "submissive," or even a (her mind choked on the word) "slave"? Participating in "play" sessions involving use of cruel looking "toys" called floggers? Being bound and helpless during sex? This was NOT the way things were supposed to be! But she kept reading, and speaking to Him, and growing more and more enamored of their time together. She started longing to see His name, to hear from Him, even if only a brief e-mail. Sometimes she could picture Him smiling as they spoke online, even though His face was hazy, seen only in a few small scanned photos. And when He'd asked her to call Him, she had. There was no thought until she heard His voice, soft in her ear, speaking her name like a caress. Then she was too flustered to wonder why she'd done it. The phone calls followed rapidly after that, along with some snail-mailed gifts such as her new shoes. Inevitably He'd asked to meet and she had blurted out a "yes" without really thinking about it.

So here she stood, waiting to put herself in this virtual stranger's hands, what had been an online fantasy now about to become reality. Her head snapped up as the attendants announced His flight's arrival. A crowd of families and business travelers came flooding out, all harried and pushing a bit in their haste to escape the plane. Then He emerged. He seemed untouched by his fellow traveler's haste. He moved, among them but apart, and they instinctively yielded way to Him. When He'd described how He'd be dressed for recognition purposes she'd giggled a bit (online, of course, she'd never have DARED laugh on the phone) at what she thought were mere affectations in His planned dress. Now that she saw Him in His floor length black leather trench coat and black kid gloves, His eyes shaded by wraparound glasses, and His step marked by the alternating clicks of his elegantly decorated dress boots and silver-shod cane tip, she saw that it was not merely whimsy but a uniform of sorts, marking Him and His purpose.

He moved away from the gate and removed his glasses. His eyes swept the crowd, and like a searchlight they found her standing mute and unable to move in a sudden attack of nerves. Like a burning torch His gaze moved from the tips of her heels to the top of her head, the heat melting her knees. Then those eyes met her, and as He peered deep in to her soul. She felt the world dissolve and her awareness faded.

Her mind recovered from its daze and she found herself kneeling before Him, dressed only in her bra and panties, unsure of how she'd gotten to this rustic room (an inn somewhere?) with thick walls and exposed beam ceilings. She looked up at the sound of His voice cutting through the fog in her mind. He was asking her to submit to Him! This was the moment she'd waited for and dreaded and she was unsure of her answer until she heard the words "yes Sir" escape almost unbidden from her lips. Suddenly he was behind her. How? She'd not seen him move! His hands brushed the sides of her face and she shuddered at his touch and the realization that he was blindfolding her, depriving her of sight.

She heard Him step away from her and then the stereo clicked on, muffling any noises he might make with the sursurating sounds of rhythmic music. Shivers flooded her body as she knelt there unable to see or hear Him. But she could FEEL Him- watching her, circling her, letting her anticipation build. Then a touch....SOMETHING unfamiliar stroking in a fiery line along the middle of her back! There was a pause at it reached the bra strap on her left shoulder, and then she felt the cold of a razor blade between the strap and her skin. The strap parted easily and she felt the sensation of the strange object running again along her back. Was He using the blade on HER? Surely not, for He'd promised no real harm would come to her! Her mind reeled as He circled, reaching out at random to touch and stroke her with His fingertips, His long nails, and the maddening object.

There was a tug at her right bra strap, then the razor came again, cutting it away. His presence dissolved again in to the circling and touching presence, leaving her overwhelmed with fear and sensation. The blade came again, this time at the clasp of her bra. She heard Him draw in a breath at the sight of her breasts as her bra fell away, and she struggled to repress a smile at this sign that she was affecting Him. Then the strange almost sharp object was on the move, now tracing its circles around her breasts and teasing her nipples, followed closely by His fingertips. The strange thing ran down her side now, seeking the side of her panties. As it reached the spot, she felt the razor again, sliding smoothly between the cloth and her skin, and then cutting it away from her. Now the sensations flowed across her stomach as He moved to the other side and sought the last obstacle between her remaining modesty and his gaze. With a quick slice and tug he revealed all of her to His gaze. 

Note: This was written as a fantasy for an online friend of mine while I was flying some years ago. I've since gotten to meet her, but never finished the fantasy. Maybe some good feedback will prod me along ;-)



Her Master's Fantasies



I still can't believe I am doing this. I would have pinched myself but my arms are tied to the bed. And so are my feet, for that matter. I am completely naked, except for my silk blindfold and tied, spread eagle to my Master's bed, awaiting his pleasure.

How did I come to this? Simple. I met a man. And not just any man. But a dominant one. He is everything I could ever imagined. Just knowing that I would be talking to him, had me creaming my panties. He has the deepest, sexiest voice. He stands about 6'3", 250 lbs with auburn hair and blue eyes. How could I resist? And he doesn't care that I am not a size two, blonde with big tits and nothing but tumbleweeds between my ears. I am 5'11", 170 lbs, brown hair and green eyes. Ok, I do have big tits and a Master's Degree in Literature. Oh and did I mention that I love sex?

So, how did we meet? The internet. I write erotica and he liked one of my stories and sent feedback. We started chatting and realized we had a lot in common. After a few months and several hundred emails later, here I am.....

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I hear the door open and then close.

"Master?"

"I am here slave."

His voice excites me so. It is not the first time we have played out this fantasy. But it is our favorite. I listen intently as I hear him move about the room. He is not alone. I can smell her perfume. And her arousal. Just thinking of what is to come makes my pussy weep even more and my nipples harden almost painfully.

"Anxious slave? Are you ready to play?" He asks, his voice close to my ear. His breath warming my neck.

"If it pleases you Master." I answer turning my head toward him.

He chuckles. I feel his fingertips skim over my naked body. I resist the urge to move my body beneath his wonderful fingers. I know if I do, he will stop. So I lay there. His touch becomes firmer and he now pinches my long nipples, getting them ready. 

"I have brought you someone slave." He announces and I feel the bed dip at my feet. 

Sharp points press into the smooth flesh of my inner thighs. I gasp as I feel them rake across my tender flesh. I can feel the warmness of my blood as it runs down my thighs. Then her tongue, licking at the rivulets. Lapping up my blood. I moan and try to stop my orgasm. 

"How does that feel slave?"

"Wonderful." I whisper.

Again I feel the points, raking lightly over my bare pussy lips, over my mound, across my stomach to my tits. She circles each one. My nipples harden more, if possible. I arch my back, offering more of my size 46DD's to her touch.

"So responsive" I hear her voice for the first time. So soft. So sultry, with a touch of an accent.

I smile. Master has brought me an oriental. Just the kind he loves. 

I feel her crawl over my body, her hairy cunt brushing against my legs, stomach and then over my chest until she hovers just above my mouth. I can smell her arousal above my nose. I ache to see her cunt. To see how wet she is. In time...... I await my Master's orders.

"Eat her pussy slave. I want to watch her cum all over your beautiful face."

I obey by sticking out my tongue. It brushes against the hair at her lips. 

"Lower." I moan, trying my best to reach her, but she is too far away.

The pillows beneath my head shift and then I feel her lowering herself on my mouth. I attack her moist cunt with gusto. I lift my head and bury my mouth in her wet pussy. Her coarse pubic hair tickles my nose but I continue to eat her. My Master is watching and I want to please him.

"That's it slave. Eat her pussy. I want to watch her cum."

I lick her pussy furiously now. My tongue invading her tight hole. My teeth pulling on her inner pussy lips and her enlarged clit. She starts to rub her pussy over my face. I suck, lick and nibble faster.

"Oh yes. Oh YES!" She cries in her melodic voice seconds before she cums and floods my mouth with her tangy juices. I swallow every drop and continue to lick her clean.

"Good slave."

I feel her climb off me. Then I feel my Master's lips on mine. Kissing me. Tasting her.

"You have made me proud slave." He whispers at my ear.

I smile and turn my head hoping for another kiss but he has moved away.

Then I feel the bottom of the bed dip. My body tenses as I await his pleasure. It isn't long before I feel her razor-like fingernails on my skin again. She starts at my ankles and travels slowly upward, past my knees to the tops of my thighs, all the way to my shaved pussy. I feel them claw my bare mound. Two sharp points scoring my pussy lips.

I can feel the blood that her nails have caused. Smell it. And I sigh in pleasure for I know how much my Master is turned on by the sight of her nails and my blood.

She shifts on the bed and it's not long before I feel her nails part my pussy lips and the touch of her tongue against my swollen and aching clit. My pussy is soaked and I feel her tongue swipe through my slit, gathering the juice.

"How does she taste?" I hear my Master ask her.

"Hmmmm....delicious."

The vibration against my clit almost sets me off but I fight it, knowing my Master has more planned.

I relax and concentrate on her eating my pussy. The slide of her tongue from my ass to my clit. The feel of her teeth biting and pulling on my clit. Her tongue delving inside my wet hole and wiggling. 

"Do you want to cum slave?"

"If it pleases you Master."

"It pleases me to have you suck my dick."

And I feel the pillows pulled from beneath my head and he straddles my head. His cock brushes my lips and I open them wide to swallow his thick cock. His balls rest against my nose.

"That's it slave. Swallow my cock." He growls as his hands move to play roughly with my tits.

Between her eating my pussy, his cock in my mouth and his hands on my tits, I can feel my orgasm building.

"Master?" I manage around the thickness of his cock.

"Cum slave. Whenever you want to."

My arms and legs pull against the bonds as my body starts to convulse with my orgasm.

I feel my Master pull harder on my nipples. She sucks on my clit unmercilessly as she sticks a long-nailed finger into my clenching hole.

"Yes slave. Now!" He commands as he begins to fuck my mouth harder. Faster. Deeper.

I cry out around his thickening cock as my pussy floods her mouth and his cock erupts down my throat.

"Oh fuck!" My Master roars as he fills my mouth and throat.

For several seconds nothing but slurping and heavy breathing can be heard. Then he pulls his limp cock from my mouth, climbs off the bed and removes my blindfold. I blink against the light before focusing on his face beside me.

"You are awesome babe."

My Master unties my hands and pulls me into his arms. I hear the door click as she leaves us. Another of my Masters fantasies fulfilled. I cannot wait for the next one. 



Her Master's Fantasies Ch. 02



My Master has something special planned for me, though he won't tell me what it is. I kneel on the floor of the hotel room. My eyes downcast. I wear nothing but the black heels and black spike collar he has given me. On the corner of the bed is my leash.

I hear the door open and immediately feel the wetness on my thighs. My Master has that affect on me. I can feel my bare pussy lips start to throb and my nipples harden.

I hear movement behind me but do not look up.

"That's a good slave. Just like we like you."

At the mention of "we", I bite my bottom lip to stifle a moan. He knows how much I like to play. And knowing that he enjoys it as much makes me wetter. I fight the urge to look around and see who he has brought me. 

I see his shoes before me as he reaches for my leash. His warm fingers brush my neck as he connects it to my collar. He pulls and I rise slowly to my feet, my eyes still downcast.

"I have brought you a surprise slave. You love surprises, don't you."

"Yes Master."

"Meet Brenda and of course you remember Feng Li."

I look up and see for the first time the Oriental woman who had brought us both pleasure. Her hair was long and black and fell past her shoulders. Her eyes where dark and slanted and her lips a ruby red. Like me, she wore nothing but heels. I looked down and saw her claw-like nails painted a shimmering silver.

And then I looked at Brenda. She was Spanish looking, her hair was long and brown with gold highlights. Her dark eyes were rimmed in thick, black liner and purple eyeshadow covered her lids. Her full lips were painted red. She too wore nothing but heels and her sharp, pointed nails were also a shimmering silver.

My Master's favorite color.

"You know what I want slave." My Master's deep voice brought my eyes to his.

"Yes Master." I answered. My pussy weeping at what was going to happen at their hands.

He lead me by my leash to the wall. I lifted my arms and spread my legs, pressing my body against the cool surface. Their footsteps muffled by the carpet, I don't hear them approach. The silence is unnerving. I wait, my body tense, for them to begin.

I hiss as the first mark is made. It must be Brenda. Her razor sharp nail rips into the skin of my ass, drawing a line downward. One at a time her nails mark me. First my ass, then my shoulder, the back of one thigh. I can feel the wetness of my blood as it drips from the wounds she has made.

The pain is almost unbearable. I bite my lip from crying out. My Master enjoys this. I will not disappoint him. I breathe heavily, waiting for her next attack.

Instead, I feel the lash of Feng Li's tongue against my back. She is licking up the blood. Her lips travel my marked body. Licking and cleaning. I sigh in pleasure.

"Turn around." My Master orders.

I turn slowly and wince as my back hits the wall.

Master is naked, smiling and stroking his long, thick cock. I lick my lips.

"Not yet slave."

I watch as Brenda and Feng Li move before me. They step closer and rub their naked bodies against mine. Brenda's lips find mine while Feng Li takes a hard nipple into her mouth. My eyes stay fastened on my Master. He is a handsome man. Six feet, three inches of solid muscle. Dark hair and eyes. 

I close my eyes as Feng Li kisses and licks her way down my stomach and licks at my shaved mound. I look down and see her kneeling at my feet. Her hands travel up the insides of my legs, forcing them wider apart. I comply and stare as she brings her head closer to my pussy. I see her tongue stick out as she teases my swollen clit, cleary visible now. I lean my head back and moan as she starts to lick my bare pussy. 

Brenda is now lightly raking her nails across my chest and ribcage. I love how they feel on me. I know she is leaving marks on my creamy skin. And I know my Master enjoys every one. Her mouth closes over one breast. Her tongue lapping, her mouth sucking. Then I feel the bite of her teeth as she latches on to my long nipple and pulls it painfully. 

The sensation shoots straight to my pussy and I look at my Master.

"Cum." He says, his hand stroking his cock faster.

I close my eyes and as Brenda continues to bite and Feng Li continues to lick and suck, I cry out with my first orgasm and flood Feng Lis waiting mouth. I hear Feng Li gag and then feel her tongue working furiously to lap up all my cream. Brenda lets go of my nipple and steps away. I look up and see my Master smiling. He is pleased.

"Come here slave."

I step away from the wall and move to kneel before him. I catch his eyes as my mouth opens and I take his dick into my mouth. I swallow him deep, my nose buried in this pubic hair. My tongue comes out to lick his balls.

"You love to suck dick, don't you slave?"

I smile around his cock. Only his dick. And he knows it. His hands tangle in my hair and he starts to fuck my face. I give him all control and take his cock deep into my throat. He moves me faster. His balls slap against my chin. My hands come up and with my nails, I dig into his ass hard.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" He shouts as he pulls my head close and empties his balls into my throat. 

I swallow every drop of his delicious cum. I wait until he pulls my head back and I lower my eyes waiting for his next command.

Instead, I feel Feng Li and Brenda take my arms. They pull me to my feet and lead me to the bed. They lay me down and Feng Li takes my leash and ties it to the headboard, forcing my head back. They each take a leg and spread them wide. I feel the bed dip and then his hands on my body. His strong fingers running up the insides of my thighs to my quivering pussy. My pussy lips are parted as he runs the tip of his cock against me, anointing the head in my juices.

"Are you ready slave?" He asks, his voice a hoarse whisper.

"Yes Master." 

I gasp as his cock plunges inside me. I want to wrap my legs high around his waist but they are held tight by Feng Li and Brenda. 

"Play with your tits." He orders as he slams into me harder and harder.

I grab my long nipples and pull and pinch them like my Master likes. I feel the sensations shoot straight to my pussy, intensifying the ache in my clit.

Then I feel Feng Li and Brenda's claws on my body. They are ripping my thighs and legs. The pain is intense and I cry out. I can feel my Master's hands as they grip my waist as he fucks me harder. Faster. The pain and pleasure are becoming too much to bear and I feel my orgasm welling up inside me.

"Master? I cry, knowing I need his permission to cum.

"Now slave!" He orders as he growls and shoots his hot cum inside me.

"YES!" I cry out and arch my hips, taking him deeper inside me. 

My pussy is clenching and milking him. My body is on fire. I feel his hot cum deep inside me. Brenda and Feng Li have let my legs go and I bring them up high against my body. 

"God slave." He whispers as he slowly pulls out of me. I feel him lean up and kiss me lightly on the lips.

I try to look at him but my leash is tied to tight. I smile though, knowing I have pleased my Master. 

I wait for him to untie me and hold me, like he always does. But instead it is Feng Li who unties me and pulls me from the bed. I look down and see my blood covering my thighs. I stand there waiting as Brenda and Feng Li kneel before me and start licking my wounds. My Master is now sitting in a chair, watching. Smiling.

"Slave, Brenda and Feng Li need to cum too." He says softly.

I touch their shoulders and have them rise. I lead them to the bed and sit them down. Kneeling gently, I crawl between Brenda's spread thighs and bury my face in her trimmed pussy. Her pussy is musky with her arousal. I close my eyes and lick her from her sopping hole to her enlarged clit. I shake my head back and forth, my tongue flicking furiously. I feel her sharp nails in my hair, digging into my scalp, shoving me face deeper into her cunt. I bring my hands up and spread her legs wider and shove my tongue as deep as it will go into her pussy. 

I can feel her pussy start to tighten and her nails dig deeper into my scalp. I hear her moans and cries in spanish and know she is about to cum. I lick and suck and nibble her until she clamps her thighs around my head and shouts out her release, flooding my mouth with her salty cum. 

I pull my head out and quickly move to Feng Li, who has been stroking her hairy pussy. I spread her legs wide and lick a wet path up her thigh to her pussy lips. Using my fingers, I spread her open and touch her swollen clit with my tongue. I hear her moan and feel her nails on my face, pulling me closer to her. I sucked her allready soaked pussy, swallowing all her juices. She is sweeter then Brenda. I rub my nose on her clit while I tongue fuck her. Her hips start to move against my mouth. Her legs lift and wrap around my shoulders. I hear her moan and then the clenching of her pussy on my tongue. I grab her hips and hold her tight against my mouth as she cums. I lap and suck her clean.

I sit back and gasp for air. My face is covered in Brenda and Feng Li's cunt cream. 

"Very good slave." My Master says from his chair. He is stroking his once again hard cock.

I feel my leash being pulled as Feng Li leads me to my Master. I crawl toward him and settle between his thighs. Brenda and Feng Li kneel on either side of me. 

"Suck my dick"

Ah, my reward! 

I lean closer and take just the spongy tip into my mouth, sucking on it. I feel his hands in my hair, caressing my injured scalp. I close my eyes and just concentrate on the taste and feel of him in my mouth. I feel Brenda and Feng Li move closer. Their tongues lash at his balls as I take him deeper into my mouth.

He growls as the three of us suck his cock and balls. 

"Oh yes, Master likes that." 

I hear him groan. He pumps his hips against our mouths. I can feel his cock thicken and lengthen as he is about to cum. Suddenly, his cock is pulled from my mouth and my lips and chin and breasts are splattered with his hot cum.

"Oh Yes! Yes!" He chants as he cum in spurt after spurt on my chest.

"Clean her." He orders several seconds later.

Brenda and Feng Li take turns licking my tits and face, cleaning me of my Master's cum. We wait, kneeling, for his next command. He stands before us, his cock hanging limply between his legs and takes hold of my leash. Once again I am lead to the bed. He lifts me up and lays me down, gently. He removes my leash and lays beside me. With his arms around me, we fall into an exhausted sleep. 

Brenda and Feng Li remain kneeling on the floor.



Her Master's Favorite



The story continues...

Him:

I slowly push inside of her savoring how tight and hot her sweet ass was as it gripped my dick. I could hear little whimpers of pain from my lovely slave as she buried her face in her pillow. She knew better than to protest my invasion of her, so she lay there; willing and open to me and to my pleasure. 

It always gave me an incredible feeling of power, the power that always filled me when one of my lovely slaves lay before me, servicing me. 

With one final thrust I slid deep inside her, my balls resting against her slick wet pussy; she cried out at their touch. 

I had not let her have sex in her pussy for a very long time and the feeling of my balls slapping against her pussy lips was making her crazy... and very wet.

I started little hard thrusts drawing back slightly and probing deep; my balls slapping against her, punishing her; making her sob with desire. 

God I love to feel slick wet pussy against my balls while I'm fucking a tight asshole! I slipped my hand beneath her to finger her stiff little clit. Her whimpers of pain soon turned to cries of pleasure. 

I pulled my dick completely out and plunged hard into her again... and again, over and over; little spasms of pleasure from her pussy gripping my dick as my finger flipped across her clit punishing it, pulling it; stroking it, till she was sobbing, begging me... 

"Fuck me harder master... please, I need to cum, it's been so long, please I'll do whatever you want me to."

I felt her hand on mine pressing it hard against her clit; her fingers sneaked back to stroke my balls as well; pulling and tugging them, one of her fingers slid back further to teased my ass, back and forth, sending little jerks of pleasure down my ass encased dick. 

When I felt her nails begin to scratch my ball sack as well... Well that was more than even I could take. I felt myself dissolving into one massive stroking orgasm, 

"Oh god I'm going to cum... my sweetheart...beautiful slave" I groaned and to my delight I felt her asshole started quivering and gripping me servicing me... 

"Cum for me, my beautiful master, "she whispered. "Give me your gift"

And I came in her then... my dick deep in her most secret place, my fingers covered with her juices, I felt my knees go weak and I collapsed on top of her and we lay there joined together, exhausted from our play; her sweet asshole jerking with twinges of her pleasure, wanting release. Her fingers slid between her legs and stroked the last drops of cum from my balls into her. 

I rolled off her dizzy and wrung out, dozing, and thought I felt her get up. Mildly annoyed I thought, "Where is she going?" but I must have dozed off a second because I woke up to feel something very hot laid over my groin. 

I half sat up dazed from my exertions, to see my lovely slave kneeling between my legs, cleaning my dick with a hot towel. 

I lay back to watch her; the sight of her skin, her eyes, the curve of her breasts, and the little red marks on them made by my teeth made my balls ache for her again. 

Her skilled hands on my dick started an ache there too, and I was definitely, loving the way she left little kisses on the areas she had just cleaned. Oh man, her hot mouth on me, her hands on me, I felt desire for her burn again in my belly. 

This slave was definitely my favorite. 

She continued, kissing my balls, the skin on my inner thigh, licking me, good lord she was all over me, touching me everywhere, her mouth everywhere, and I felt my self slip away into the world of her mouth, her hands...

Her:

My lovely master lay there almost asleep as I brought back a wet towel to clean him. I slid into bed between his legs, and quietly lay the hot towel across him gripping it around his balls and circling it around his dick. 

I began to clean him with the towel and dry him with my lips. He sat up and I tingled hearing the quick intake of his breath when he felt my hands gripping him in the hot towel. 

I grew wet for him again when I saw his eyes narrow and his head drop back with pleasure from my mouth and the attentions I was giving to the little secret places where I knew men loved to be touched. 

I had been well trained for pleasure and I was not through with my lovely master. I knew how to get him to service me again, oh yes... I knew very well what it would take.

I finished cleaning off every trace of our previous encounter, returning to the bathroom to refresh the towel and wipe the sweat and oil from his body, touching him, kissing him, licking all his secret places. 

I loved the way his eyes closed at the touch of my lips on his semi firm dick; the way his lips parted; his breath puffed in little gasps as I slid his balls one at a time into my mouth... sucking... licking causing his dick to swell again as my hands stroked him. 

I took his arms and drew them up over his head so I could stroke the tender skin of his inner arms and arm pits; kissing my way down from his wrists, to his forearms, then the skin under his arms and beside his nipples; teasing them with my tongue; kissing my way across his flat stomach, to his inner thighs. 

Oh, my sweet Master, how I love your legs... hard and muscular under my hands. 

He sighed and groaned when he felt my hot mouth against his balls again, sucking them, teasing them with little licks, little bites, little kisses. 

I sucked the head of his dick against my lips, and stuck my tongue into the hole, stretching it with my tongue, probing, till I heard him moan and saw his head turning back and forth on the pillow; his chest heaving, hands clutching the sheets with anticipation; I lick slowly up the shaft of his dick, and blow softly where I licked. 

I felt his dick jerk hard at the coolness, signaling me and I sucked the head quickly into the hotness of my mouth licking around the head while it was in my mouth teasing the hole, using my hands to massage his balls and tease his ass hole at the same time. 

He had grown hard again in my hands, and he shivered when he felt my mouth slide all the way down his hardness pressing him hard against the back of my throat. 

When he felt the tip of one finger slip into the rim of his asshole as I sucked hard and pulled back up his shaft, his cry of delight sent quivers down to my pussy. 

I felt myself wet against my calves where I knelt cross-legged, and I wanted him then, hard inside my pussy as I rubbed myself against my heel. 

I played with his lovely bottom, sliding one, then two of my fingers inside him, as I continued to suck him I started to rub him on the inside; he was breathing little ragged breaths, his hands gripping the railing of the bed above him, little moans leaking out of his throat, and I loved the way he arched his dick against my lips demanding reinsertion when I pulled him out of my mouth. 

I had to have him inside me; I would take my punishment later. 

Sitting up I quickly straddled him, squatting with one foot on either side of his sexy hips. I rubbed the head of his swollen dick against the hot dripping opening of my pussy. 

My breathing was ragged now... My pussy ached for him. But I knew better, not yet... I rubbed my clit up and down the length of his dick, pressing his hardness against my clit. 

Oh, yes... that felt so good... and my little involuntary moan caused him to catch and hold his breath when the head came near the opening of my pussy. 

That was a good sign... so I reached up with one hand to his face and slid my fingertips softly, slowly down; stroked his skin while I continued to rub his dick against the opening to my aching pussy. 

My fingers left feathery touches starting from just under his ear and continuing down his neck, across his shoulders, under his arms; pinching a nipple on the way down his hard stomach, to slip behind us and grip his balls; stroking them with my hands and rubbing my wet pussy on them as well. I felt the urge to try to stick them inside of me... 

I wanted him. It was all I could think of. 

Suddenly I felt his thumb on my swollen clit, stroking me as I stroked him. I broke sobbing out and begged him to fuck me; pleaded that it had been so long, so very long....

I nearly screamed with frustration as pushed me back off of him, until he flipped me face down on the bed and slid my legs over the side spreading them roughly; my feet spread wide apart, I was open to him; for his pleasure.

My stomach clinched with anticipation, Oh please, master, fuck my pussy, I pleaded with him in my mind knowing if I said it out loud he would take me in the ass again as punishment for being forward.

Oh,... please... he pulled my hips up to his pulsing dick, rubbing the swollen head of it against.... Oh yes, against the opening to my pussy! Oh thank you master. 

I was almost in tears from wanting him... then suddenly I screamed with pleasure as I felt him stabbing hard and deep into my aching pussy; in one stroke impaling me, swelling and stretching me; delighting me. 

Stroking; probing deep, deadly, driving me over the brink... then; oh yes... his fingers pulling on my clit while he dove even deeper inside me; rubbing hard against the very bottom of my pussy. 

I felt his other hand at my breast, pinching the nipple hard, rolling it between his fingers while he pounded himself in me, I was lost... 

"Oh master... oh God...yes, fuck me, use me..."

I screamed my pleasure as I was carried away, senseless to everything else except to the waves of pleasure that shot out of my crotch, the elegant pain from my nipple, the excruciating pleasure from my clit...

Oh may God help me, I was drowning in this man, a slave to him and the pleasure he could made me feel.

We collapsed on the bed, his arms wrapped tightly around me as his dick pulsed out his gift one more time deep inside me. 

I belonged to this man; worshipped this man. I was here for only for his pleasure... and mine.



Her Master's Gift



I lean down to whisper in her ear, "Open your eyes, slut. I want you looking at your master."

I grab a handful of her hair as her eyes open and lock with mine. Her fear, and what I'm assuming is lust, are evident in her expression. I feel a smirk curving my lips, pleased to see her responding so well to me.

"Not at me, dirty girl. At your master." Not loosening my grip, I take a half-step to the right and turn her head to look at the man sitting behind me. "Until one of us tells you otherwise, you are not to look away from him."

Releasing her hair, I step away from her, slowly backing up until I feel the couch against the back of my legs. Looking over my shoulder, I wink at the man who's brought me to this room, then sit in his lap.

"You are being punished. I don't know why, and I don't care. I'm grateful for it, to be honest. But tonight I'm no different than a flogger or a whip striking your skin: I'm just a tool he's using to hurt you." As I speak, I feel his hands move up my front to gently caress my breasts, pulling me back against his chest as he does so.

I feel his lips brushing against my neck, a brief contact as I continue to talk to her. "Strip for me, slut, slow and sexy."

As his hands continue to wander over my body, she slowly slips off the little bit of clothing he allowed her to wear. I've been fantasizing about this moment ever since her Dominant first brought up the possibility months earlier. Many nights I had brought myself to delicious orgasm thinking about her curves and about causing her pain and humiliation. Sitting in his lap, watching her, her submission not only her gift to me but also her master's gift, I want to savor every moment.

Naked, she stands a little awkwardly, obviously unsure of how to hold herself. Her master's hands sink down between my thighs, pulling my skirt up and teasing along the line of my thong. I close my eyes for a moment to relish the sensations of his hands on my body. I hear a soft laugh as he pushes me back out of his lap with a quick slap on my ass. "Get to work, you. My slut needs to be taught that I'm in charge, and that what I say goes. No matter what."

My hands slowly stroke up her curves as I step into her. I cup her breasts roughly and lower my head down to bite them gently, one after the other. Without removing my hands, I lean back to look at her, to check if she's still following my earlier command and see that her eyes are directed behind me. Smiling, I whisper, "You're a good girl to still be looking at him. But now I want you to watch me."

Moving back from her, I turn once more to her master. Cocking my head to the side, I assume a mock-innocent tone of voice. "If you please, would you help me take some of these clothes off?"

He smirks as he rises from the couch. I see his glance move from his submissive to me, and our eyes lock. "You know, that sounds like a fun idea."

His hands rise to the top button of my blouse as he bends forward to brush his lips over mine. I hear a whimper from behind me as the kiss grows more passionate, my blouse pooling on the floor. One of his arms slips around me, holding me tightly, and the other moves to unfasten my skirt. Breaking the kiss, I huskily address the woman behind me, "Are you still watching, slut? Answer me."

A soft, slightly husky voice responds, "Yes, Mistress, I'm watching."

Feeling my skirt slip over my thighs to the floor, I gently pry his arms from around me, and smile up at him. "Like my outfit?"

I stroke my hands down my curves, and he smilingly takes in my black sequined corset, black lace thong, and thigh high fishnet stockings then nods. Turning slowly to face the woman behind me, I smirk and ask her the same question, "How about you, dirty girl? You like it?"

Walking towards her, I see her nodding as she whispers, "Yes, Mistress."

I move to stand in front of her, "Now look at your master again, cunt." I see shock in her eyes at my address of her, before her gaze moves. I run my hand down her front letting it rest just above her pussy, slowly starting to tease her slit with my fingertips. She starts to quiver and I delight in her response allowing my fingers to travel lower.

"Spread your legs to shoulder-width, naughty girl."

As she complies with my command, I slip first one and then a second finger inside of her. "For someone who is supposed to be strictly hetero, you are awfully wet, aren't you?" I start gently fucking my fingers in and out of her beautifully trimmed pussy, feeling how slippery it is.

I hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper, then the soft sound of skin stroking skin from behind me, and my lips twitch into a smirk. Removing my fingers, I bring them up to her lips and harshly command, "Open, slut." As her lips open, I move my wet fingers into her mouth. "Now suck them clean."

Feeling her lips and tongue gently moving against my skin is too arousing to resist, so I move my other hand down to gently touch myself. Moving my thong aside, I slip a finger inside my own pussy, finding myself as wet as I've gotten her.

A moment later, I exchange the fingers she's sucking for the ones of my other hand, and whisper, "You're getting me wet, too, slut. Taste how wet."

Stepping into her, pressing my body against hers, I remove my fingers from her mouth. "Get on the bed, be a good girl. Make sure to lay on those towels I put down."

A slight look of confusion crosses her face as she backs away from me, still watching her master. I decide to take pity on her and speak softly, "You don't need to maintain eye contact for now, slut."

I watch her arrange herself on the bed then turn to look around the room. "You look confused, questioning the towels, and yet you didn't question all the candles around the room. Or did you think they were for atmosphere?"

Casually removing one of the pillar candles from its holder, I move to stand beside the bed, and look down at her luscious form. I notice the slight touch of fear in her eyes that is turning her brown eyes almost black. She looks up at me, her gaze flitting back and forth between me and the flickering candle in my hand. I watch her face as I move the candle over her and slowly tip it to let the melted wax pour down over her breasts. Her gasp of pain sends a charge of electric sexual energy straight to my pussy, and I hear myself moaning softly in response.

Turning to look at her master, I enjoy the sight of him gently stroking his cock for a moment before speaking. "More wax for her?"

Without taking his eyes from the writhing form of his slave, he answers me in a slightly harsh whisper. "Make her hurt, my friend. She's being punished, and not for some minor infraction. Besides," and with this, his eyes do move to meet mine, "I want you to enjoy yourself. I heard you moan at her pain."

Pulling my eyes from his, I pointedly stare at his throbbing shaft, still held lightly in his hand. "I'm not the only one enjoying this."

Returning my attention to the woman in front of me, I speak to her in a gentle voice, "If the pain gets to be too much, or even approach too much, all you need to say is 'no, thank you, Mistress,' and I'll stop immediately. Do you understand me, sweet girl?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Bending down, I caress her cheek and brush my lips over hers. Looking into her eyes, my voice still soft, "You are pleasing me. Very much."

Moving away from her again, I reach for another candle. Slowly, I pour the wax over her stomach, letting some of it run up to join the already hardened wax between her breasts. My hands seek a third candle and more wax runs over her naked form. Another candle poised over her, I look to her face again. I see her eyelids hovering, half-closed, and know she is deep in her submission.

Without turning, without even pausing in pouring liquid pain over her delicious body, I speak to her master again. "You know, if I go much lower on her body with the wax, there will probably be some hair loss when it's removed. I think she'd look lovely that way, but she's not my property. What do you want?"

I hear him get off the couch and cross to me, and I wonder if he's even bothered to put that beautiful cock of his away. I get my answer a moment later when I feel the soft skin of his cock pressing against my ass as he comes up behind me. Taking my hand in his, he moves the candle to hover over her pussy lips and tips it slightly, sending the hot wax down. His hand moves down my arm and around to my front, tightly gripping my breast. His breath hot on my neck, his voice still ragged with lust, I hear him address his submissive, "Look at us, slut."

Her eyes, still darkened with lust and fear, open fully to take in the sight of her beloved master with his hands, body, lips, on another woman. Her expression changes slightly, and her lips open as if to speak, but nothing comes out. As more wax cascades down, this time to tantalize her thighs with the sharp heat, a soft moan escapes her lips. I feel his teeth gently biting my neck, his hands wandering lower on my body, as I whisper, "I think she might be enjoying this, hon."

His gentle laugh more than enough answer, I continue to reach for more candles, pouring more wax, causing more pain. The entire time, his hands wander and explore my body, seeming to luxuriate in my every curve.

The layers of wax on her supine form having built up, I put down the last candle and turn in the arms of the man tantalizing me with a mixture of gentle and firm touches. Moving my hand behind his head, I bring my lips up to his in a fierce kiss, but before losing myself to the moment, I break away. "Why don't you go remove the wax from her, I have something I need to do."

His amusement obvious in his expression, "You do love to tease, don't you?" Then, without warning, his arms tighten around me and his lips crush mine in a passionate kiss. Almost as suddenly, he withdraws from me and turns to grab the letter opener I'd brought for him from the dresser.

Steadying myself, I tilt my head to look at the woman on the bed. The lines of her face seem etched with a combination of pain and pleasure. I take a moment to watch her master lean over her, slowly scraping the letter opener over her skin to peel back the wax and reveal her reddened skin underneath. I know when he's reached her pussy and pulling hair with the wax, even without looking, from the gasps and cries of pain. Moving away, I reach into the bag I brought with me tonight, to pull out the tangle of leather that would form the central focus for what I'd be doing to her next. Slowly straightening the black leather harness, I continue to watch the dynamic between master and slave. Her adoring gaze is fixed on his face as he tenderly removes more and more wax from her body.

Finally, as he finishes smoothing lotion into her reddened flesh to soothe the sting of the wax, I get my harness and strap-on firmly in place, the base of the thick vibrating dildo firmly against the bottom of my pubic bone. Backing away from her, he sees me and smiles. "Should I have her move off of the towels, then?"

I nod, and watch him move her lust-inducing body off of the wax covered towels. I move to stand beside her. "Look at me, dirty girl."

Her eyes open, and travel up my form to my face, then dart back down to the dildo. "Mistress?"

"Yes, slut?"

"Are you going to...." Her voice trails off, her question unstated but still clear.

I smirk as I climb onto the bed, covering her. Moving so that my lips brush hers as I answer her question, "Yes. I'm going to fuck you with this." Licking her lips gently, feeling her quiver under me, I continue, "Now part those gorgeous legs for me, and let me in."

Reaching between us, I turn the vibrator on, and then guide it into her sopping wet pussy. Hearing her moan in pleasure, then gasp in pain, I know my purposeful choice of clothing was appropriate. Slowly moving the vibrating shaft in and out of her, sliding my torso against her, I lean down to whisper, "Don't you like the feeling of sequins against your wax heated skin? The hundreds of tiny pricks of pain on your torso as I fuck you with this thick, vibrating dildo?"

Unbidden, her arms circle my neck and her lips move up to lock with mine in a kiss full of passion and need. I allow the kiss to continue, losing myself in the moment as I revel in the surge of power I get from knowing she's completely under my control. Feeling her legs start to move, I pull away from her, holding her arms above her head and rest my weight against her. "Roll with me, and don't let the dildo fall out of you."

Gripping her hip with one hand, holding her firmly to me, I roll in the opposite direction. Once on top of me, she starts moving against me, her hips rolling in tight circles. A look of mild surprise moves over her face as the bed shifts under us. Reaching behind her to grab her ass and part the cheeks, I smile up at her. "Didn't hear him getting undressed, did you?"

Strong hands cover mine as I feel his legs brushing against mine. Her expression shifts from surprise back to pain mixed with pleasure as I hear his guttural moan. Looking over her shoulder, I see his face tighten, savoring the sensation of being in his submissive's ass with me in her pussy. Slowly he begins to move his hips back and forth, our hands still entwined on her hips. He begins fucking her, moving with more purpose, and I slip one of my hands out of his to bring it around in front her. Seeking and finding the little nub of her clit, I whisper to her, "I want you to cum now. Cum knowing that you are getting fucked in so many ways that you never wanted. Cum knowing that even though you thought you'd hate it, you are sopping wet and loving it."

Her light moans and gasps blending with the deep moans of her master, I feel her getting even wetter. Suddenly her eyes open and lock with mine, and the tenor of her moans changes. I study her face, and then hear her master speak, "Yes, that's it, cunt. Cum. Cum, now." With that command still ringing in the air, spasms start wracking her body.

Slowly the spasming gentles into quivering, and then stops. I feel the weight of her master shift on the bed and he rolls her to the side. Looking at me with a question on his face, I nod and see him move to the bathroom.

I move to kneel beside her, and trace my hands gently down her body. Her eyes open to look up at me, and she watches me remove the harness. My voice gentle, I remind her, "If you want anything to stop, all you need to do is say, 'no, thank you, Mistress.'"

Her confusion obvious, I lean down to brush my lips over hers. "Now go sit on the couch. You are allowed to do whatever you want, so long as you stay on the couch. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress." And with that, she moves off the bed.

I lay back on the bed and luxuriate in the anticipation of what is coming next. Her master returns to the room, a small package of condoms in his hand and a smile on his face. Smiling, he crosses the room without sparing a glance for his submissive and joins me on the bed. He grabs me roughly and pulls me into him. Our lips lock in a deep kiss. One of his hands moves between us to pull my thong aside and two of his fingers thrust inside me, and at that moment I hear a gentle sobbing from his submissive.

Quieting myself, and putting a finger to shush the man holding me, I listen closely for the words I gave her, the words that would stop everything. I look over at her and see the tears rolling down her face, then look lower and notice her fingers moving slowly in and out of her pussy. Sighing in relief, I move my hand down to cover the one he has between my legs and start moving my hips against him.

Pushing against his shoulders, I roll him onto his back and reach for the condoms. Looking into his face, I slowly rip open the package and then encase his beautiful, throbbing hard cock in latex. He then moves into me as I straddle him. Pulling my thong aside again, not wanting to stop even to remove it, I slowly lower my dripping cunt onto his hardness. Closing my eyes, I hear her noises of pain blend with our moans of pleasure. Rising up slowly, and lowering down, I once again feel strong hands covering mine. He moves our hands to my hips and then grips me firmly, taking control of the motion. He begins bucking against me, lifting me and slamming me back down against him. I throw my head back as I feel my own orgasm begin to build.

"Oh, I'm cumming. Oh, God, I'm cumming." His cries echo my own splintering orgasm. Riding the wave of sensation, I collapse against his chest, feeling as spent as I ever have, and as content. Taking a deep breath, I push myself upright again and look over at the delicious woman watching us.

Pulling myself off of the man who'd just given me the startlingly large orgasm, I continue to study her face. I pause for another moment before questioning her, "Are you in pain?"

Her bottom lip quivering, tears still streaking down her face, she nods her head. "Yes, Mistress."

Scooting to the edge of the bed, sitting opposite her, I continue, "Did you enjoy watching your master fuck me?"

A small sob escapes her, and her shoulders shake, as she nods again. "Yes, Mistress."

The noise of his tidying behind me mere background noise as I cross to the couch and take her into my arms. She erupts in tears and noisy sobs, holding me tight as I stroke her hair gently. Whispering in her ear, "Your punishment is over, and you did so well. I'm so pleased with you and know that your master is as well. You did exactly as you were told."

Her face turns up to look at me, and a small smile takes over her soft lips.

Smiling back at her, I kiss her gently. Her master joins us on the couch, sitting behind her and pulling his beloved submissive away from me and into his arms.

Rising from the couch, and reaching for my clothes and getting dressed once again, I smirk. "Of course, if you decide to misbehave again in the future, I'll be more than happy to help in your punishment again."

As I turn to leave, I hear her tear rasped voice respond, "Yes, Mistress."



Her Master's Pleasure



Jules stood by the large kitchen sink gently washing the wine glasses from a large bowl of warm soapy water. She was conscious of the French Maids outfit that her master insisted that she wore, but secretly revelled in the effect she knew it had on him.

She was aware that he had entered the kitchen and was standing some distance behind her, but she remained focussed on her task conscious that her breathing and heart rate had risen slightly. Her black silk uniform showed her figure to excellent effect. A white large ribboned apron adorned the front of her dress which hemmed several inches above the knee.

When first instructed to wear it Jules had protested that the skirt was too short but her master had insisted and of course she should have known better that to argue.

'You have beautiful long legs,' he stated, thinking it obvious. 'You should take pride in displaying them for my pleasure.'

Jules had now become accustomed to this, but remained very aware when in her uniform, and more so when he had company. Somehow the more anxious she became, the more it seemed to ride up her silky thighs.

Her appearance was completed with a pair of exquisite soft black leather high heels and sheer black fully fashioned nylons. Jules had known from the start to keep the seams perfectly straight, and today was no exception.

She could sense his own excitement, and in a moment of playful power games she brought her heels together and braced her legs back raising herself gently on to her toes. She knew that this would excite him even more, and allowed herself a brief inward smile.

She felt his soft hands glide up the back of her right thigh.

'Perfectly straight seams Jules,' he complimented her and began to nuzzle her neck. 

She knew better than to be distracted from her task, but he could read her like a book and was well aware of the effect of his touch and the knowledge that Jules had been denied any sexual relief for the last week. He had teased her like this once before waiting for the merest hint of a response. 

She had weakened and had been forced to wear love balls inside of her for the evening. Not so bad you might think, except that her master had insisted on taking her to a restaurant in which she had to walk up and down a spiral staircase. The sensations overwhelmed her and near the bottom of the stair she had to stop and sit for fear of disgracing herself with a public orgasm. 

The staff had raced to her assistance believing her to be unwell. Her eyes had caught those of her master who was smiling, his eyebrow raised in a quizzical yet knowing manner

On returning home Jules had been rewarded for he self restraint. Her master had undressed her to her lingerie before kneeling before her as she reclined on the leather sofa. He had gently teased and nuzzled her with his tongue. Brought to the point of no return and terrified that he would stop she had abandoned any thought of further punishment and clutched at his hair burying his face in her sex. 

Unknown to her this had pleasured him immensely and with slow deliberate licks of his warm soft and probing tongue she had been taken over the edge in an eruptive orgasm that had left her exhausted.

She dried that last of the glasses and returned them to the polished shelf. He took one she had cleaned and held it up to the light.

'Tsk Tsk. What have we here?' he asked showing Jules the glass. It looked perfectly clean but she knew better than to contradict. He replaced the glass and returned to her. She stood demurely clutching her hands in front of her.

'My Master, I'm sorry if I ....' He raised his hand to silence her.

'Jules as you know we don't do excuses do we?'

'No Sir,' she replied softly. She averted her eyes downward feeling suddenly embarrassed, knowing what was coming.

'Will you bring me the punishment book please?'

Jules reached up and collected a small black leather notebook which was kept next to the recipes. She handed it over trembling slightly with anticipation.

The punishment book kept a record of all Jules's misdemeanours and the punishments that were awarded. These varied from mild humiliation to erotic tickling and mild spankings. Jules was amazed at the creativity that her master seemed to have in inventing ever more fascinating punishments for her. 

At the back of the book lists of punishments were written out on separate pages and sometimes Jules had been forced to open the book at one of these pages thus determining her own fate. Her master had cruelly written in some treats as well and so Jules could never be sure. Being forced to randomly choose her own punishment had become something that gave her that oh so common tummy churning sensation that she had first experienced when taken in by her master.

He smiled at her and offered her the book.

'Now then Jules you know what to do. Eyes closed and pick a page.'

Jules closed her eyes and swallowed hard. She dreaded electing the worst of the punishments and knew that they included some that she would find particularly difficult such as being made to empty her bladder in public.

She took the book and began flicking through the pages.

'No wait.' His warm hand stopped her and gently stroked her fingers.

'I'd like to be more creative, let me think on this.'

She opened her eyes amazed. He smiled.

'You are not off the hook dear girl, not by a long shot,' he smiled 'but enough for now.'

He retrieved the glass and placed it on the edge of the large dark wooden table that occupied the centre of the kitchen. Jules reached for it, but anticipating her move he pushed it a few inches out of her reach. 

They played this game for a few seconds with him pushing the glass ever more towards the centre until Jules was bent over, one hand stretched full across to the centre. Her left leg extended behind her for balance. He allowed her fingertips to touch the stem of the glass.

'Remain exactly where you are please.' His voice was cool and commanding. It never failed to stimulate a flutter of excitement that gently shimmered down deep inside of her. Fully stretched as she was Jules realised her vulnerability even more. 

He walked slowly and deliberately around the table and selected a bottle of opened red wine from a side shelf.

'Hold the glass off the table.'

Jules lifted the glass slightly aware that her hand was trembling. He filled it to the brim, and placing the bottle down walked around until he was beside her again.

'A test of discipline I think Jules,' he whispered softly in her ear before moving silently behind her.

She knew what was coming. He adored her vulnerability in situations like these. It fired the animal lust that she new this refined and gentle man capable of showing. She felt him press against her, his hands gently caressing her waist and inside thighs. Jules gasped and fought to contain herself.

'I don't want to see a drop wasted,' he instructed knowing the impossibility of her task. 

'Now then dip your back please Jules.' 

She arched herself for him taking pleasure from the moan of satisfaction that involuntarily uttered from his lips as his hungry hands played with her body with ever increasing gentleness and commensurate excitement. 

She felt his fingers playing with her outstretched leg and grimaced in delicious agony as softly and slowly tickled the seam up the back of her leg. Jules held her breath. He knew her and could read the situation like a book; the game was on.

His fingers teased; tickled; caressed. His other hand played with her hair and the base of the neck. She could feel his hardness and excitement against her and felt her own body respond bathed in the exquisite anticipation of what was to be denied her. 

'Let yourself go, let yourself feel,' he teased, knowing that if she did the game would be lost. His fingers gently caressed the top of her stockings and walked softly finding the front of her silk panties. He gently reached inside now teasing, softly stroking. His fingers now gently probing, tickling, tantalising..

Jules could hold back no longer and expelled a gasp at the same time collapsing her arm on the table.

Wine spilled from the glass.

'Oh dear me Jules, what have we here?'

He immediately stopped the delightful torture and instructed her to mop up the spill. Jules could barely walk for the excitement. She had been so close. Why did he always seem to know?

He looked at his watch. 'Time for bed I think.'

Jules hurriedly knelt at her Masters feet, her hands each side of his waist. His excitement still clearly bulging through his close fitting trousers.

'Please don't leave me like this. I'll do anything, please give me relief. Please!' Her begging seemed quite frantic and desperate. Even as she spoke she knew it would simply add to his cruelty.

'Have you been good?' He enquired almost dispassionately.

'Yes yes,' hurried Jules in response thinking that for once her Master may show pity on her desperate desire for relief.

'Good, then you will be rewarded; but not just yet,' he added with refined exotic candour.

'You are dismissed this evening so off you go to bed.'

He watched her as she stood up, adjusted her uniform, turned and walked to the foot of the stairs. She placed her left foot on the stair, stopped and looked back over shoulder. She pouted softly showing off her cherry red cupid bow lips.

'Goodnight Sir.'

'Goodnight Jules,' he replied taking in her luscious long legs at the same time.

'Oh and before you go I have some friends coming around tomorrow evening. I know you will look your best for them.'

'Of course Sir,' she replied, then bobbing in a slight courtesy took herself slowly up the stairs knowing that she was being watched every step of the way. He wanted her so much but reminded himself that Jules was the servant and had to know her place.

The following evening at precisely 7pm Jules presented herself to her master in the Lounge. She stood, perfect in her uniform. Her make up expertly applied and not a crease was evident in her soft black silk dress. The seams of her stockings were as ever perfectly straight.

Five glasses of chilled champagne lay waiting on a silver platter and Jules picked this up as the doorbell rang. She waited nervously for his guests to arrive. All she had known was that they were business associates and as they entered the room she became instantly aware of the 'bonhomie' that existed between them. 

Each took a glass with a smile and a thank you and Jules felt herself relax in the company of these well dressed and refined men. They aged from mid thirties to late forties and, like her master were all dressed impeccably in conservative suits, crisp clean shirts and highly polished shoes, Gentlemen in fact.

It was clear that they had spent the day at the races with various levels of fortune and misfortune but each seemed to be in good spirits gracefully accepting their fate or luck. Jules moved effortlessly among them topping up their glasses as appropriate. 

She was more than aware of their amorous glances and found it hard not to smile in return knowing that her master was watching her every move. 

Having topped up the glasses she returned to stand by the drinks cabinet. The conversation continued. It turned out that two of the men were part owners of one of the horses and this engaged the men for some time. 

'Would you come here please,' her master requested quite suddenly. Jules complied and knelt by her master's chair.

He gently stroked her hair before turning to the men.

'This fine filly is a prize catch don't you agree?' The men uttered their consent.

'Stand please Jules,' he instructed her softly.

Jules's tummy began to turn; she sensed something was to happen.

'Come gentlemen see for yourself.'

Somewhat hesitantly, but fuelled by several glasses of champagne each of the men began to gently stroke Jules through her uniform. She closed her eyes enjoying the sensation of so many hands on her at once.

She heard her master chuckle. 

'She does need to be tamed occasionally and this seems like a good time to remind her of her responsibilities I think.' He met her eyes 

'Over my knee please Jules,' he instructed patting his lap.

Jules carefully lowered her self across his lap. She felt her face beginning to suffuse with embarrassment aware that her skirt was again riding up. She reached behind to pull it down but he gently took her hand instructing her to place them both on the floor. He lifted her skirt and gently pulled down the white silk French knickers that she had been told to wear.

There seemed to be a prolonged lull, and Jules was aware of a cool breeze that drafted across her bare and exposed bottom. She felt her master's hand hold her firm in the small of her back and seconds later the first of the firm yet somehow gentle slaps made contact with her soft skin. 

She caught her breath in time to feel a further six that were rapidly delivered in succession. It stung and the pain was mild yet to her further embarrassment she could feel herself becoming more aroused and moist.

'I say do you mind if I try,' came one of the voices from above and behind. Jules was held firmly rather than restrained as each of the men took his turn gently spanking then soothing her with gentle strokes of their soft warm hands.

Her master leaned forward, enough to whisper into her ear;

'You are being a very good girl, but we haven't quite punished you enough yet. You may thank me.'

'Thank you Master she whispered kissing the hand that he had used to gently caress her face.

'You may stand up now Jules,' she was helped to her feet. 

'Remove your dress, we mustn't get it creased must we' Jules felt her heart pounding through her chest. She gently undid the fastenings and allowed the dress to fall to the floor; she stepped out of it and gently placed it on the back of a nearby chair.

She turned back to face the men. She looked magnificent. Standing tall her sensuality enhanced by her lacy silk bra and suspender belt, her long firm legs in sheer seamed stockings and black high heels. For a few seconds she felt very self conscious, but broke into a restrained smile as she took in the bulges that were steadily growing in the trousers of these lean and hungry men.

'See what you do to my friends, you naughty girl, ...further punishment I think.'

Jules was gently laid back onto the large settee, the touch of all the men exciting her more. Held rather than restrained it accentuated her growing sense of sexual hunger. Two of the men held her legs up in a V shape and began to gently kiss her ankles and legs. Other hands gently caressed her bosom, the insides of her thighs ...everywhere it seemed. Her master gently stroked her hair.

She looked up at him with eyes that simply glistened with lust. After a few seconds she heard the pop of a champagne bottle and close her eyes as the chilled drink was slowly emptied first down her legs then across her body. 

Hands and tongues were now in frenzy. Jules breathing had increased to quick gasps as these skilled and exciting men took her to new heights of pleasure. She heard buckles and zips undoing and raised her head to see one of the men standing with a rock hard enormous erection. 

She wanted him desperately but fought with whatever sense of demeanour she had left.She knew that they weren't forcing themselves onto her in any way. This was to be her choice, she could get up and walk away. She reached out and softly took the firm hot cock into her hand. It's owner moaned in pleasure as her slender fingers played with him. 

The sensible side of he thought this should stop, but when she felt her lips gently opened and her Master's soft finger tickling she though she would die.

'All you have to do is ask,' he teased with cruel smile.

'I can't I can't,' cried Jules wishing to retain some sense of decency.

'Let's see shall we,' he replied, now replacing his finger with a small firm feather.

'Hold her Guys,' he instructed. Jules felt herself held firmly as the feather began to gently lick at her lips. Its touch sensual, cruel, teasing and enticing but it wasn't enough. Jules found herself bucking and writhing thrusting her hips upwards to meet the downward stroke of this tantalising torment. 

She was now totally out of control, as her Master knew she would be. He grinned mischievously and noted that by simply holding the feather still the poor girl was tickling herself into a frenzy by her own movements. 

'All you have to do is ask Jules and the terrible torture will stop.' 

He had hardly finished the sentence before screamed...'Fuck me please Fuck me.'

The awful tickling stopped and she felt the warmth of the hard cock at her entrance. She could wait no more and thrust forwards to secure the full length. Their bodies fought a battle of lust as each sought to relive the tension that had spilled over beyond reason. He felt hard, huge, powerful and strong. A small explosion from the pit of her stomach racked through her like an uncontrolled fire as Jules orgasm tore through her unrestrained body. He took his pleasure too and as he withdrew Jules was still trembling and shaking. 

It took her several minutes to recover, to be able to speak again. She caught her Master's glance; he was smiling gently at her.

'It's alright my sweet girl, you enjoy,' she found herself crying with the intensity of the pleasure, and was gently caressed by the men.

For the next two hours Jules was taken to new places as each and all of the men pleasured her and themselves in orgiastic delight.

Later that evening after the guests had left Jules had showered and taken herself to bed. She was exhausted and drifted lightly in and out of sleep her mind still awash with pleasurable sensations.

There was a gentle knock at the door, her Master entered and sat on the bed. He placed a cup of tea by the bedside. A surge of guilt raced through Jules.

'I'm so sorry, please don't think badly of me.' She looked genuinely worried.

'You sweet darling girl, you were magnificent, and all woman,' he reassured her. 

'Now drink up and get some well earned sleep.' He kissed her softly on the forehead before quietly leaving the room.



Her Master's Pleasures Ch. 3



she had been very good all week long. After what had happened last week she was on her best behavior. He told her she had been so good that today He would take the lock off her collar. she was very pleased with herself. He told her to dress and they would go out for dinner. He also instructed her to wear her dress collar. The black one with the symbol of her beloved Master on it. Since this was the first time He had taken her out since last week she took extra time preparing herself for Him. she put on her black silk bra and no panties, just the way He likes it. Stockings with seams up the back and a garter belt to match. He peeked inside the crack of the door while she was getting ready. she took such care dressing herself for Him. This is why He loved her the way He does. He was proud of the obedience she had shown this whole week. He didn't like punishing her but He had to do it. The way she combed her hair. The way she looked at herself. Does she see herself the way He does, He wondered? He wanted to show her off tonight. Show everyone how beautiful she was and what a wonderful slave she is. she slipped into her dress. Letting it fall onto her body. Grabbing every curve. He walked up behind her and took the collar from her and placed it on her neck. Kissing the back of her neck as He buckled it. He ran a finger down the middle of her back. Telling her how beautiful she looked tonight. she turned to Him looking up at Him with adoration. He could see her devotion in her eyes when she looked to Him. He picked up her shoe and slipped it onto her foot and then the other. He ran His hand up her leg. she smiled. He took her hand as she stood up. Always just one step behind Him she followed Him out of the house.

He sat her into the car. The dress was long all the way to her feet but slit to above her knees. As she crossed her legs the dress fell off her knee. He put His hand on her sending shivers through her body. They soon came to the restaurant. He helped her from the car and led her to the doors. He opened the door and put His hand on her back as she walked in. They were shown to their table and seated. she sat silent as He ordered the food they would eat. He told her of His day as He ran one finger up her arm. He told her how He watched her dress and what a turn on it was to see her slip into her dress. He especially liked the little wiggle she did as it went over her backside. she smiled ever so slyly. she was rubbing His leg with her small foot. He told her how the front of her dress was showing a lot and that He wanted what was inside. This made her very excited. The food was brought to the table and they began to eat. The way she used her tongue to wrap around her fork was making Him squirm. she knew this and keep doing it. she was watching Him from the corner of her eye. He watched her with such excitement. He told her He needed her. she said yes i need you too My Master. He told her He needed her now. she looked at Him with a confused look. He told her that if she was going to tease Him like this she would have to do something about it. That it's not polite to tease. This would be a lesson for her He thought. she had done this a few times while T/they were out in public. Purposely tease Him like this. This time she would learn.

He told her to get under the table. she looked at Him confused. But she did as she was told. He opened His pants and pulled out His member. she couldn't believe that He was doing this in public but she did not want to displease Him again. she slowly slid under the table hoping no one would see. she was on her knees and He fed Himself into her watering mouth. she start sucking slowly at first. she could feel Him grow in her mouth. This excited her very much. she let out a little moan as she was sucking. she thought about how good He tasted. Licking from the base to the tip ever so slowly. Making Him shake some. she gently bit at His balls and licked up the shaft. Circling the head with her tongue. And taking Him all in. With that He let out a gasp. The waiter walked by the table looking at Him confused. He has sweat on His brow and a look on His face. The waiter shook his head and kept going. she had now forgotten where she was and went to work on Him. she wanted to please Him so badly. she start stroking Him as she sucked. Just the head over the rim. her soft full lips over the head of His hardness. His hands were on His legs trying to be quiet. But the way she gave head drove Him insane. she took Him all in until she gagged. But this did not slow her down at all. she stroked and sucked and with one swift movement she bit on His balls. He didn't know how she did this without hurting Him but the sharpness of her teeth made Him want to cum so deeply in her throat. He could hear slurping sounds coming from under the table as she worked so hard on Him. His breathing was deep and fast. she knew she was pleasing Him.

she whispered to Him asking if she could finger herself while she was pleasing Him. He agreed to let her. she stuck a couple fingers inside herself she was so very wet by now. she started moaning but quietly trying to be discrete. But this was so very hard to do. her wetness was dripping of her hand as she fingered herself harder and His moans grew louder. The waiter walked by again about to ask if He needed anything but saw Him clenching the table cloth. Then decided the Man didn't need anything from him and was on his way. her teeth were sliding up and down His shaft. The sharpness of them drove Him mad and he was about to cum when she let out a loud moan He knew she was cumming and the sounds drove Him over the edge. He came so deep in her throat thrusting His hips towards her. she gulped it all as He was filling her mouth with hot sticky cum. Licking her lips she peeked up from the table and took her seat again next to Him. He took her hand and licked the cum from her hand. Licking so slowly to taste all of her. Taking one finger and running down her chest He told her it was time to get home. she smiled and agreed. He stood up and offered His hand to her, she stood and as always one step behind Him. He lead her out the door and to the car. Standing next to the car He kissed her so deeply it made her knees weak. He sat her in the car and closed the door.



Her Master's Servant



The first memory Bethany had was of this room, the common space of the Inn she had lived in since her father sold her to the Innkeeper Jorel when she was a toddler. This was the room she slept in, ate in, and worked very hard in. Bethany knew she had some life before here, but this room was the first thing she could remember. 

Jorel and his wife Shelby were kind enough. She was rarely beaten, and well fed. The work was very hard, but she worked no harder than Jorel and Shelby did themselves. Being an Innkeeper on the King's Road was difficult. Trade was brisk and the people demanding. 

Bethany worked for her keep, there was no slavery in this Kingdom, but she had no money of her own, every lick of work went to pay for her food, clothes and lodging. 

That is until she became a woman. After she had begun to bleed Shelby had suggested to her that she begin to take men to her bed to earn coin of her own. The agreement was that Bethany could keep half what she earned on her back, and the other half went to Jorel to pay for the shame of having an Inn with a whore in it. 

Terrified the first time Bethany had given herself to a travelling blacksmith. A huge man with hard hands and a huge muscular body. He had been gentle enough with her, she supposed, he had paid extra for her virginity and knew to be slow with her. It had hurt, but not terribly. It had actually felt nice by the end, when suddenly he finished by squirting inside her. 

And with that exchange of coin she had started to earn the money needed to go out on her own. 

The trouble was she didn't know where she wanted to go. 

Years went by and still Bethany stayed in the Inn working hard day after day, sleeping in her own room now under the main stair to the patron's rooms, hiding her coins from anyone who might seek to take them. 

Judging from the compliments she had garnered over the years, and the glimpses she had of both herself and noble ladies she had bathed here in the Inn, Bethany deemed herself attractive. Worn looking, but pretty. She had a mop of very curly blond hair that she'd been told glinted gold in the firelight. Her pale skin was soft in most places, save her hands and feet. Her body was both hard with use; scrubbing, carrying, chopping and all the many difficult tasks set her day after day, and soft where her breasts pushed against the too small shift she wore. 

Bethany bathed whenever she got a chance, in the river nearby or in warm water from the kitchen fire. She hated smelling men when she lay with them, and thought they wouldn't want to smell her either. Also a hedge witch had once told her the best way to avoid the rots that plagued whores was to bath after lying with a man, and thus far that had worked. She didn't know how, but never once had she been infected with any disease. 

And so her youth faded into adulthood and Bethany became a celebrated landmark along the King's Road. The gentle voiced, sweet harlot with the beautiful body. 

The day the swordsman entered the Inn Bethany felt her world shift. Looking at this lean, hard looking man made her feel weak in her legs. He was handsome to be sure, but she had lain with good looking men before. He also looked dangerous, but so too had she been with dangerous men, some soldiers, some just farmers. This man's danger came not just from his strong lean frame, but from his intelligence. As he looked around the room he seemed able to read each person there and assess their worth.

When his eyes fell on Bethany standing looking back at him, a tankard of ale in each hand waiting to be served, the swordsman smiled a hungry predatory smile that unnerved her, not in a frightening-for-her-life kind of way, but in a fear-that-her-heart-would-soon-be-broken type of way. The danger in this man was the threat to her very essence as a woman.

The room resumed their various conversations as the man made his lazy way to a table in a corner. Bethany delivered her ales and tried to ignore the man, but Jorel told her to go see what he wanted. 

As she approached the swordsman once more looked at her in that appraising manner and she felt moisture gather in her sex, her breath short and skin warm.

"You look like a sight for sore eyes, lass." His voice was soft and pleasing, like everything else about him. "I've spend days on this road and never once seen beauty like yours." 

Blushing in spite of knowing he lied, she asked, "What's your pleasure sir." Immediately she regretted her usual opening line. His wolfish grin told her what his pleasure would be, and it made her tremble to picture it.

"What say we start with an ale and some of that stew over the fire, then later we can discuss the real pleasure I desire." His smile grew less predatory, and she grinned nervously in spite of all her best efforts. 

As she worked the night away, rushing from table to table never once did the stranger's presence leave her focus. His eyes were everywhere, and yet always on her. His stillness drew her gaze amid the bustle of the inn common room, and Bethany felt dizzy whenever she needed to approach him. 

The man booked a room for the night and Bethany felt near drunk when he ordered a bath. The image of his firm, muscular body glistening in the water had her shudder with lust. 

Finally the man stood ready for his steaming bath. He placed a coin in her hand as he passed and in a low quiet voice said, "Attend me lass." 

Scarcely able to walk Bethany followed in his wake, the coin held lightly on her outstretched palm, a mute entreaty to Jorel to dismiss her from her duties the rest of the night. No protest followed her up the stairs so she dimly accepted that as assent and followed in the wake of the swordsman.

In his small room the bath tub steamed and the man began to remove his clothes. As each of his parts were bared Bethany grew more fevered. His chest was lightly hairy and crossed with scars, but none deep. The muscles of his stomach were iron, and rippled with his movements. His back was broad, defined and also scarred, but not bulky. Everything about him radiated strength and speed. He legs as they were revealed showed long and strong musculature. And his buttocks were smooth and delectable. When he turned to her grinning his member stood out proud, soft yet large and promising to be the biggest she had seen.

"I want you to disrobe as well. My baths tend to be... messy."

Her mouth grew dry and she forced herself to tear her gaze from his bobbling prick. As the man sat in the scalding water Bethany began to remove her own clothes in a dream like manner. 

The handsome stranger watched her every move as he soaked in the water, smiling his delight as her body was revealed. 

Bethany usually felt pride as men watched her undress, knowing that they enjoyed her body, but tonight she feared this man was too experienced to appreciate a scullion's wiry body. But his smile, genuine and broad seemed to enjoy how muscular and lean she was. Her breasts were still full and buoyant, the nipples achingly prominent as she exposed herself. 

"Very nice." He murmured, making her thrill inside. "Bath me lass. " He demanded, and his tone of command made her sigh out loud. Bethany had always enjoyed pleasing people. Her place as an indentured servant gave her a purpose that grounded her. When men used harsh language with her, and were demanding of her sexually she felt the greatest of desire. Making a man happy was the road to freedom, even if she didn't know what freedom she desired. 

Moving to him she took a sponge and some soap and began to lather him up. Running her hands along the muscles of his body made her tremble with delight, she used the sponge minimally to maximize the caresses she could use on his amazing body. 

The stranger sighed and leaned back allowing her full access to his front. She scrubbed him thoroughly, yet slowly, no rigorous abrading for him. Lovingly scouring him she massaged him and kneaded his body relishing the feel of him. When she reached his crotch she felt his semi-erect manhood brush her hand, like a hidden danger under the water. 

Moving past it she continued washing him, and he did not stop her. Instead he lifted his legs out of the tub and she moved to his feet and cleaned them, and worked her way up his legs. 

When once more she closed in on his crotch the man stood up suddenly, splashing her with the water. His cock stood tall and erect, and larger than any she had yet to encounter in her young life. The shaft was hard and rigid with few prominent veins, the head large and bulbous, and a faint purple . His balls were heavy and dangling, the skin puckered and mobile as she stared at it. 

"Clean me with your mouth." He ordered, his tone unrelenting. Taking him with one small hand Bethany began to lick along his shaft ostensibly cleaning him, but really savoring the taste of him. The water was warm on his skin, and the moisture filled her mouth with fluid, her own saliva gushing from under her tongue. 

Providing a duel service to him made her weak with happiness. Cleaning him and pleasuring him seemed like the ultimate use for her mouth. No prick had seemed as lovely, or worthy of her worship. And worship it she did. Bowing down before him in abject obedience she felt a fulfillment that she had never known. Her mouth full of him she felt home at last after a life of wandering. 

Glazing him in her spittle she lapped every crevasse and cranny of his sex, then when he lifted a leg onto the rim of the tub she went under his heavy balls and began to lick his ass as well, needing no instruction, knowing that he was pleased with her fawning attention. 

Then with the quickness he seemed to decide things with he stepped out of the tub and she began to dry him, her veneration of his body clear in the caresses she used to do so. 

When he was dry he stepped back and said, "Now you. I want you clean for me." 

Delighted that she could do what he wanted she stepped into the tub, her movements more awkward than his, the tub being high and her limbs much shorter than his. 

The swordsman sat on the pallet as she cleaned herself, standing in the tub so that he could see all of her, and observe how she purified herself for him. Starting with her face she washed the sweat of her labours from her features, then she moved lower and ran the sponge over her bosom, the nipples of her breasts aching under his imperturbable gaze. 

She cleaned her armpits, her arms, her tight flat belly, her legs, her ass and finally she used her fingers to purge her sex of any filth. Digging deeply inside her slot she showed him, with one leg on the rim of the tub, how scoured she was. 

"Come." He said simply, and she stepped out of the bath and moved to him dripping all over the floor. Lifting the towel from his lap he stoked it along her body, the soft cloth making her shiver with lust. When all but her still damp hair was dry the stranger leaned back and ordered her to mount him where he sat. 

Eager to satisfy his every desire she spread her legs over his and sat down on his cock, the broad tip opening her wide and filling her opening. Sliding down him, stretched open wider than ever before, she moaned her delight and reached for his broad powerful shoulders to brace herself. 

Lower and lower she slid, her abundant juices making her slippery, but her tight juncture only able to accommodate him slowly. 

Finally she had all of him in her grip, her cunt so full she trembled with the effort of holding him within. 

"Go on." He urged, his voice husky and quiet so close to her face. 

Lifting herself up off of him she began to rise and fall along the great shaft of him, her body quaking with suppressed passion. Usually men used her, flat on her back. This was the first time she had been the one dictating the pace, and it felt awkward and wrong, yet she was obeying orders which felt much more right. 

Moving her dripping opening up and down his girth she sighed each time she was filled by him. Her hands on his shoulders quivered and sweated , her brow crinkled with the effort needed not to climax at even this slow steady pace.

The man reached for and captured her tits in his hands and as he griped her breasts hard in his callused hands she trembled, her orgasm near and difficult to keep at bay. 

"Do not cum." He said firmly. "Not until I tell you."

Bethany nodded, understanding his domination of her. It was his gift to give, or withhold her pleasure, and it was right that he withhold it from her. She didn't deserve to reach bliss before him. 

Up and down she gyrated on his member, her body straining to hold off the pleasure that hovered just beyond reach. Sweat beaded her skin, and his hands stroked and massaged every part of her. Pinching her nipples and pulling on them he tormented her, her lip caught between her teeth as she whimpered her desire into his face. 

He groped her body, his hands everywhere, prying open her buttocks, stroking her legs, clawing her back as his body grew more intensely aroused. He began to kiss her at long last and Bethany mewed her extremity into his mouth. The feeling of his mouth on hers was overwhelming. As his tongue pierced the seal of her clenched lips she shuddered, her climax a yowling beast fighting her fragile grip. 

Pulling away from her the man lay back on the bed leaving her exposed to his gaze her body tense and tight with cresting passion. Ogling her nudity the man moved one hand between her thighs and found the button of delight hidden there. With his thumb he massaged the tender bud, and Bethany cried out her need. "Oh please Master, please let me cum!" she begged, her words a gush of need. Saying Master made her thrill all over. She didn't know his name, but he was utterly her Master.

"Yes. Beg me. More."

"Please, oh please Master. It is so hard to stop. You are so big! I cannot hold it back any longer. "

"What will you do for me?"

"Anything master. I am yours. I will do anything you want. "

"Tell me." 

"I will let you take me in the common room. Show everyone how yours I am. I will suckle your cock in front of anyone."

"Yes..."

"Whip me! Beat me for my weakness! Please!"

"And?"

"I will follow you anywhere." Bethany could no longer move on top of his prong, but her whole body shuddered with her need."Oh please, oh please oh please! Take me with you. Use me. Demean me. Whip me and punish me!" 

The swordsmen slapped her breast and made her scream as her cunt clenched down on him with a convulsive grip. "Yes!" she cried.

One hand rubbed her little bud and one hand repeatedly slapped her tender mounds while Bethany begged incoherently for her release. Over and over his hand smacked her skin and her body quaked delightedly with each blow. 

"Cum. Now!" He demanded and she exploded immediately in euphoric discharge. A gush of fluid spilled out of her cranny while her body spasmed with bliss. Eyes clenched tightly she existed only in a world of rushing sound and blinding light. Dimly aware that her body was still full of him she felt like she was falling into an abyss of flame and ice, her body confused by the extremes went numb. 

Gasping for air she fell forever into the darkening void of her pleasure, and as she approached the bottom she began to feel her body once more. 

Finally she knew where she was once again and she grew languid with the knowledge that still she sat atop the stranger's huge pole, her body still whole to be used by him further. 

Just as she opened her eyes to the small squalid room, the man met her gaze and smiled a tight mean looking smile.

"Well done." He praised her, making her overjoyed to have pleased him. Then without disengaging from her grip he lifted himself up and flipped her over onto her back. His strength made her gasp and as his weight fell over her his spear drove further still into her depth, making her tremble once more with the beginning of climax. 

Now the swordsman pummeled her body with his cock, driving into her relentlessly, seeking his own release. Lifting his hands onto her breasts he mauled her, and held her down with his weight, the anchor of his raging use of her the small meat of her bosom.

Gasping with the difficulty she had in breathing, Bethany cherished his ruthless assault. His degradation of her body released her from her own mental torment. At last she no longer felt abandoned, she felt complete. 

His arousing strength gave her the fuel to endure his onslaught, her body battered inside and out as he thrust into her sopping slit. Bruising her pliant breasts he held her in his rigid fingers as he pressed her down remorselessly into the pallet. 

Once more her climax threatened to engulf her, but she waited for his permission. He lifted a hand and tangled it in her curly hair and pulled hard making her scream. As her passion crested once more, her body shivering with delight while her head bloomed a fiery agony that enflamed her further. 

"I am your slave Master. Abuse me! I love it!" 

Pulling harder he hurt her more. "Do not tell me what to do you slut!" He gritted and took his hand from her hair and slapped her across the face. His abuse pleased her even more. She could sense it was all part of a game for him, he had no anger toward her. In contrast to his actions he seemed very pleased with her. His own orgasm seemed imminent. 

"Please master, cum for me. I want it. I want to please you."

"I don't care what you want you harlot." He grated as he slammed into her yielding body. 

She was a whore and she loved it for the first time. 

"Yes. Tell me how low I am, please Master. Heap your distain upon me."

"You are worthless! The way you like this abuse disgusts me! You are less than scum. You are a slave, and a squalid slut. " Bethany cherished each syllable of his abuse, her body quivering with each truth he hurled down at her, his smile making her feel precious. 

"I'm going to show you how disgusting you are. Get on your knees."

Not sure what to expect she got on her knees beside the bed as he painfully disengaged from her and stood up. Standing over her he pulled on his member quickly, aiming the tip at her mouth. She had seen men tugging on themselves in excitement when she was stripping for them, but never once they had entered her. 

"Open your filthy mouth." He gritted, his jaw closed tight.

Doing so she expected him to place his prick in her mouth, but he continued to pummel himself and she felt bereft of the ability to please him. 

Then he began to grunt and shudder and his pole exploded, his seed spilling out over her face and landing on her skin making her thrill with her own ecstasy. Never before had she seen a man do this, and it seemed like the most erotic thing she could imagine. Her body pulsed and quavered with fulfillment as he spattered her flesh in his slime.

Glorying in this degenerate humiliation Bethany felt herself lose the last of her fear. She now knew that no matter what she had a purpose in the world. This degradation was her gift to this man, and any man who could claim this vulgar use of her. 

As her bliss went on and on she fell to the floor and writhed at her Master's feet, his hot sperm drizzled over her skin, and dribbling down her face. Licking his spill from wherever she could reach it with her tongue she convulsed with delight at even the merest taste of him. 

When at last she could control her twitching muscles she looked at him. 

He sat on the pallet head slumped between his beautiful shoulders, his hair plastered to his skin wherever it touched him. 

"Master?" She queried.

"Oh, hey. You alright?"

"I have never felt so good in all my life."

He grinned a boy's grin. "Good. That was wonderful. You performed spectacularly. Thank you." 

Her body responded with one little quiver of pleasure at his praise.




Her Master's Servant



"I enjoyed that more than any other experience."

He looked closely at her to gauge her honesty, and seemed pleased by what he saw in her eyes.

"I'm glad. Let's clean up."

Rising he took her hand and lead her to the tub. The still warm water was pleasant as she stepped in. He used the sponge to cleanse her of his soiling ejaculate, and she reveled in his gentleness. 

Then she climbed out and he stepped in, and she cleaned him in turn. His whole energy had changed. He was much more relaxed and softer. Younger. It made her like him even more. 

When he was dry and clean he asked her to leave him, and she felt a tear well in her eye. 

Now she knew the danger he represented. 

As she slept she dreamed of him and when she rose to do her morning duties she felt hollow and nauseous with fear.

She saw him mounting his horse in the stable yard and they briefly made eye contact. 

He nodded and looked sad, while she held back her tears the way she had held her orgasms at bay. 

When he rode away along the King's Road Bethany felt her heart torn from her chest. Denying herself the gift of tears until she was alone in her room beneath the stairs, at last Bethany cried the sorrow of her spirit's abandonment once more. 

Her Master was gone.



Her Master's slave



Part 1 is a true story. The other parts are pure fiction - enjoy!

Part 1 - We Meet

Her name was Alice. We met on the net. She was a widow, and had placed an add on a web site that catered to people looking to hook-up with others for intimate relationships. I had an ad letting people know I was a master looking for a sub, and she had an ad looking for the opposite. We agreed to meet at her place while chatting on the net. We had never heard each other's voice, for we agreed to not talk over the telephone before our initial meeting. We had agreed that she was to be submissive right from the very first moment we were to meet, and that she wouldn't speak unless spoken to. 

She met me at the door in a baby-doll outfit, with a bra and a thong underneath. We went straight into her living room, and I had her stand in the middle with her hands behind her head, and her legs slightly parted. This was to be "the position".

I walked around her, inspecting her, lifting up her baby doll outfit, stroking her here and there. I then ordered her to remove her baby-doll outfit, and then put her hands behind her head, and continued to walk around her. I then started to tough her breasts through her bra - making her nipples hard. Then I had her remove her bra, and resume her position. I then stood in front of her, and played with her tits for a long time: making her nipples real hard!

After tying with her nipples for a long time, I then started to touch her ass, then I pulled on her thong from behind, causing her pussy to be squeezed and pulled. I then crouched down behind her, and puller the thong so that her pussy lips "spilled" over the sides. I kept the thong pulled like that, and used my other hand to lightly stroke her labia

I then pulled the thong to the side to expose her anus, and I placed my index finger against it, and applied pressure until it sank into her ass. I kept it in there, as I stood up. I then reached around her, and pulled on her nipples. I then started to finger-fuck her ass, curling my fingertip upwards to apply pressure on her pussy

I then removed my finger from her ass, and placed myself in front of her on the floor. I started to rub her pussy through the material of her thong, causing the wetness to soak through. (I just love doing that!) I then ordered her to remove her thong, and resume her position with her hands behind her head and her legs parted. Her pussy was very wet at this time, and her clit was protruding out. I reached between her legs, and placed my right finger on her anus. I held it there for a moment, making her think I as going to stick it in her ass again. I didn't do that: I very slowly ran my finger up her very wet slit, stopping at her clit. I kept my finger there for a long agonizing (for her!) moment, then I started to make little circle with it. She would get close to coming, but I wouldn't let her. I would pull my finger away each time she got too close. After a few times of getting her close like this, I then grabbed her by the waist, and planted my mouth on her pussy! I sucked and licked, and ate her out until she almost came, then I pulled my mouth away! I did this a few times too! The, I got up, and walked behind her, sat down between her legs, and ordered her to spread her legs a lot more, bend over, and grab her ankles. This gave me the most delicious view and access!

I then slid my finger into her pussy, and pulled out her wetness. This I spread over her anus, and into her ass hole. I did this until I was satisfied she was well lubricated. Then I started to finger-fuck her ass, adding a finger after a while. Then I pulled my fingers out, and I started to lick her from her clit up to her anus, and back down. y not concentrating on one specific spot, it didn't allow her to come! I just loved this at this point! I still had all of my clothes on, and she was completely naked, and at my 100% complete disposal. I continued to torment her while she was bent over: tickling her crotch area, finger-fucking her pussy and ass, licking her, and spanking her. It was very erotic to be doing this to someone I had just met a few minutes ago!

After doing that for as long as I think she could take it, I let her stand up. I then got up, and sat down on a chair in the middle of the room. I then had her face me, place her left foot on the chair in between my legs, with her toes touch my cock. I then ordered her to masturbate for me (I used those words: kind of sets the tone!). I would touch her while she did this, helping her along. If I thought she was getting too close, I would have her stop, and place her hands behind her head. She would use her toes on my cock, keeping me hard through my pants! I would blow lightly on her pussy when she had her hands behind her head.

I had decided that she should be allowed to come, so I placed my mouth over her pussy, and started licking her and sucking her. I then pulled my mouth away, and shoved a couple of fingers up her pussy. I said " go ahead, and come in my mouth - I want to taste you!). I then pulled my fingers out of her pussy, placed my mouth against her open slit and sucked and licked her for earnest. I then slipped one finger into her anus, and that set her off! She was coming all over my mouth like there was no tomorrow! She had a hard time keeping her balance with her hands behind her head and one foot on the chair, but she didn't falter! She did, however, shove her pussy so hard into my mouth - it felt like my jaw was going to break! I could feel and taste her juices on my tongue! She kept pushing her pussy into my mouth, grinding her clit against my tongue, moaning, and squealing with delight.

I kept my mouth glued to her pussy until I was sure she had finished coming. Once I removed my mouth, I started to wiggle my finger still ensconced in her ass. I then told her to go on her knees, and suck my very hard cock. I removed my finger from her anus, and she went down on her knees. She unzipped my pants, undid the belt buckle and pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles. She then grabbed my cock in her left hand and started to suck on the tip. She then ran her tongue down the shaft to my balls. Her right hand cupped my balls and brought them to her mouth. She brought my balls into her mouth, and started to lick and suck on them! It felt wonderful: I thought 'I was going to blow my load right then and there!

I noticed she dropped her right hand to her crotch, and started to play with herself. To my surprise, she had me lift my left leg up a bit, and slid a moistened finger into my ass, as she took my cock into her mouth! As she was sucking on my cock, she started to massage my anus, and finger-fuck me! It was too much for me to take, and I started to come into her mouth. She was surprised at first, but then she kind of went wild, and started to swallow it, and suck real hard on it, like she wanted more to come out!

We then went upstairs to lie down on her bed, and relax and catch our breath. I then got up from the bed, and had her place herself on all fours. I took a tube of K-Y jelly, and applied a generous amount to her ass, and inside her. Then I grabbed a small dildo I spotted beside the bed, and slowly inserted it into her ass. I then slowly removed it from her. I was fascinated by the way her sphincter was clutching to the dildo, almost trying to hold it back in. I stared to lick her anus as I was pulling the dildo out, causing her to breath deeply and moan with pleasure. I continued this for a while, until I was satisfied she was ready - I then climbed on the bed, and (by now I was hard again, and had slipped a condom on - also sitting beside the bed!) slid my cock into her ass. This was the first time I had ass-fucked anyone! It was like fucking a pussy, but tighter and warmer. I started with slow strokes, going in all the way, holding it there, then pulling it out all the way, until my cock was completely out of her. I looked down at my cock tip against her anus, watching it spread her sphincter open, sliding in ever so slowly - it was exquisite!

I kept this up for a while, slowly bringing up the pace. I always pulled my cock completely out of her before slipping it back in. I just loved the sensation of her sphincter spreading over my cock head! After a while, the pace quickened too fast to be pulling out of her completely: I found myself fucking her ass harder and harder - I almost came again! I stopped myself, and pulled out of her ass before it was too late. I had other things in mind for her: I wanted to come deep inside her cunt, without a condom on, so she could feel my sperm hitting the walls of her vagina.

I then pulled off the condom, and went into the adjoining bathroom to wash my cock. When it was washed, I went back to the bed, climbed on in front of her, and had her suck me a bit more. I then pulled my cock out of her mouth, and ordered her to lie on her back. I then ordered her to pull her legs back, exposing her anus and vagina to me completely. I then laid down in front of her, and started to lick around her anus. I grabbed her ass cheeks, and lifted her ass up so I could slip my tongue into her ass. I then pulled my tongue out, and licked her pussy up top her clit. I brought her clit into my mouth and started to suck onto it very hard! This caused her to moan and shake! I would keep doing this - torturing her anus and clit - until she was about to come, then I would stop. This caused her to moan in frustration, not being able to come! After a while of this, she was getting very close to the point of no return: I pulled away, and asked her what she wanted. She said "Fuck me! Fuck me hard - Please -

Pleaeeeese?" And she kept begging me like that, to fuck her hard! I grinned back at her, and mounted her, sliding my cock into her very wet pussy. She started to come almost right away! I was fucking her solidly for a long time, during which she never really stopped coming. It was too much to feel her pussy walls gripping my cock, I let go this incredible orgasm! When she felt my sperm hitting the walls of her pussy, she let out a squeal! I kept pumping into her, until my orgasm subsided.

We just laid there for a long time, catching our breaths, holding each other. It was then that I realized that she had never talked to me the entire time I was there, other than to tell me to fuck her!



Her Master's Slave Ch. 01



The small noises of walking betray you as I feel you come into the room. Your presence excites me and I shiver with a hint of fear at knowing what you can do to me right now. You told me earlier to come to the bedroom to be properly punished and that I should present myself as you have taught me. I am not sure why I'm being punished, but I trust you and know you are teaching me a lesson.

I am on the floor, blindfolded, sitting on my feet, naked except for a butt plug, my knees as wide as they can go. My breasts move softly against my body when I breathe. My hard nipples jut out, little brown buttons waiting to be pinched and twisted. My shaved wet pussy feels very open as the air touches it. My hands are clasped together behind my back. My long dark hair falls around my shoulders and down my back tickling my skin. I hope I meet your approval, waiting like this.

You can see every curve and hollow of my body as you walk around me. I feel you come closer and try not to move except for breathing. Your hand touches my hair, smoothing it on top of my head and you are gentle. I want to lean against you, but I am still.


"Slave," you say quietly, "get up and walk to the bed, bend over it holding your self up on your hands."

I slowly rise and walk toward where I know the bed to be. My knees touch the side and I back up one step and bend, holding myself up on my hands. I don't move after assuming this position.

"Widen your feet apart," you say, so I do, until my feet are comfortably distant from each other.

I hear you go to our toy suitcase and I hear the zipper opening. I hear the small noises of our toys bumping together and a slight scrape as you pull something from the confines of the box. Am I going to be spanked or flogged? My anxiousness rises, but I hold my position as you come nearer and I try to breathe calmly as you approach. I feel your hand on my back and you rub it gently, steadying and calming me.

"Slave, you doubted my word that I would come home to you. You thought I had forgotten the promises we made to each other. Slave, we've been together a long time now, and you should know I will do what I say. Do you hear me, slave? Speak."

"Yes, Master," I answer quietly as my tears start soaking the blindfold. "I'm sorry, Master. Slave was all alone and so lonely, I got scared. I doubted your word, Master. Please forgive me."

"Slave, you are forgiven. It was a rough time for both of us. But you know you have to be punished for doubting."

You haven't said, "Speak," so I nod in reply.

Your hand holds steady on my back and I feel your body move a bit. The first *smack* against my tender ass causes me to gasp and get wetter. I sting from the strength of your spanking me with our new leather paddle. *Smack* again, and I cry out softly.

"Slave," you speak softly, "you have permission to make noise. You will receive 10 swats of the paddle, then I will decide what happens after that."

*SMACK* harder and it burns.*SMACK* *SMACK*

"OOoh," I cry out as my ass feels like it is on fire. You are a hard hitter.

*SMACK* I sob and cry and I feel my knees weakening to want to get away from this.

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

"Ooooooooooh," I cry sincerely and solidly now. This is the hardest spanking I've received from you but it is making me so wet I am blushing.

*smack* a soft last tap of the paddle gets my attention quickly.

"That's your punishment, slave. Now stay still"

My eyebrows raise under the blindfold but you can't see this. You only hear my whimpers. I can't see the lust growing in your eyes either. My soft sobs slow down as I try to control my crying. Your hand stays on my back as the other one drops the paddle onto the bed. Your paddle hand then gently rubs my bright red ass. You move to where you are standing behind me and I wonder what is going to happen now.

I feel the touch of wetness and your tongue touching my ass and I shiver and softly gasp. You gently lick the reddest areas of my punished ass cheeks, then kiss each of them. I have difficulty trying to be still. I want to wiggle and push against your tongue. Suddenly, I hear your zipper sliding open and the soft noise of your pants falling to the floor.

Your hand slides to the butt plug and you push. I moan softly. That hand makes it's way lower and covers my hot wet pussy. At your slightest touch, your hand is soaked. You slide a finger into my pussy and I groan softly, pushing back against it, unable to stop myself.

"Oh Yes, slave," you speak. "You're ready and wanting something. Aren't you? Speak."

I whisper as my body is being overwhelmed. "Yes, Master." I push toward your hand, wanting more.

"Louder, slave!" I think I hear a smile in your voice as your finger dives deeper inside my drenched pussy.

"Yes, Master!" I speak out boldly. "Please?"

You push two fingers in, sliding in and out of my pussy and your other hand is sliding down to press and pull the butt plug in and out of me.

"Please, Master," I beg. "May I have your cock inside me? Please?" I rock against your hands, my body weak and wanting. It betrays my desire and need.

You chuckle softly then I feel your cock slide between my lower lips, against my wet folds then my clit. I lower my head to raise my pussy and try to push at the right instant to make your cock enter me. "Please? Please?" I whisper and whimper softly.

You lunge your big rock-hard cock deep inside me and I cry out a mixture of thrill and cumming. I am so on edge I couldn't stop my cumming, but it seems you don't mind.

"That's it, slave. That's it, baby. Feel your Master's cock taking his slut. Feel it filling you up. Mm, yes,"

"Yes," I hiss. "Oh, YES, Master," I moan as you rock deeper and deeper into my soaking pussy. I feel your pubes slam against the buttplug, rocking it deep with each plunge. You reach around me holding my breasts and pinch and twist my nipples hard.

"Oh, God, Yes," I cry out, my body starting to shiver and tighten, wanting to cum again. "Please? Please?" I am begging you for your words of release. My body is beyond ready with you slamming into me deeply.

"Cum," you say and I scream, "YYYYESSSS," as my body spasms and convulses around your cock. 

"Oh Yes, Oh God, Oh Master, YES, YES, YES!" I cry out as peak after peak of orgasm rolls through me. You jerk out the buttplug and pull your cock from my spasming pussy and push it against my tight hot ass. You push slowly but insistently until my asshole opens up and the head of your cock slides through.

I moan in slight pain but am so high from the orgasm and want you inside me more, there, deeper. I try to relax and push out to meet you as your cock rocks deeper and deeper into my ass. I moan again as it hits that spot where the pain turns to pleasure. You can feel the difference as your pubes grind against my red ass cheeks.

"Oh YES, " you moan. "This is MINE!"

I softly moan and whimper. "Yes, Master, Oh yes, yours, no one else's but yours," as I push against your slamming rocking thrusting deep inside me. Another orgasm is building.

"Oh, Yes, my slut, my whore, my slave," you chant as you slam again and again deep into my ass. "My ass. No one else's, it is Mine." 

"Yes, Master, yours, only yours. Please?" I whisper.

"Yeeeeessss," you say as you slam harder and harder. You watch your cock go deep with each thrust, all the way in. "Cum with me, slave," you say as we both moan and slam and shudder as we grind together and our cumming flows through us and you fill my ass with your seed. I feel the burning heat flow into me.

"Oh Yes, Master, Oh my Master," I moan as my body shudders and spasms.

"Mmmm," you moan as you push one last time then bite the back of my neck hard, leaving teethmarks, a bruise to mark your possession. I shudder and spasm slightly with the last aftershock of cumming.

We both slowly recover and you grab a nearby towel and wipe us both gently as your cock recedes from my ass.

You push me onto the bed and fall against me as I lie there with a beaming smile. You slide the tear soaked blindfold up off my face and toss it away, looking into my eyes deeply, then kiss me possessively, passionately. Our tongues and bodies intertwined. We slide and wiggle around until we are straight on the bed, but curl together tightly. Sleepy and nesting together in our relaxed love for each other we smile into each other's eyes. 

"Are you going to misbehave again soon?" You ask me softly.

"Maybe, Master, Maybe."



Her Master's Talk: A Spanking



We stood at the front of the classroom, Master and I. Master had been asked to give a talk on our lifestyle... the bdsm lifestyle. I was nervous, because obviously I was there as his demonstration. It's not that I'd find it hard, but as yet I wasn't used to being used and shown off in front of strangers.

***

The talk was going well. Master held the audience in the palm of his hand. His voice was quiet - but loud enough to hear, firm and in control... as ever!! *shudder

I sat quietly by a chair, naked apart from my collar. Sometimes he'd ask me to sit in position... showing the various positions that Masters' favoured. As yet I hadn't been asked to do anything too scary!

It was just over half way through the talk when Master finally snapped. There'd been a girl in the front row who had talked to her friend the whole way through. Occasionally she'd giggle. 

I'd wondered myself why she was here. Was it just something funny to her?

'Young lady, come here!!!' my Master demanded of her.

She looked at him, open mouthed, but sat still.

'I said... come here' he said more quietly, but dangerously.

Of course she obeyed. I didn't blame her.. so would I!!!

She walked slowly to stand in front of him, waiting to see what he would do. 

I could feel her nervousness, but also her excitement.

He chastised her for her lack of respect, before demanding she pull up her skirt and remove her panties.

She did it!!! Without hesitation, without a hint of doubt.

When she had obeyed, Master sat in the chair and pulled her forward, over his knee. I heard the gasp from the audience, before Master told them he would show them how to deliver a punishment.. a spanking.

She started to struggle slightly then, but Master held one hand on the back of her neck, holding her prisoner.

The first slap echoed through the room, followed swiftly by another gasp from the audience.

Once again they fell silent... some moving forward on their chairs to witness the specticle better.

She struggled again, begging him to stop, but Master didn't listen. He spanked her again, each stroke becoming harder and harder until her rounded bottom was turning pink.

He beckoned me forward, to be nearer, so that I could watch closer. I sat close to her arse, watching the colour turn... listening to the sound of hand to cheek.

I struggled myself then. Wanting to be the only one Master punished, but knowing I had to accept what he was doing. I struggled against the jealousy I felt towards her, almost hatred. But I also struggled against a desire welling up inside me.

The sound of the slap was beautiful... reminded me of so many I'd had myself. I could almost feel her pain. The view of her reddening arse was also exciting to me.... I wanted to touch her, to feel it.

I'd never watched a punishment before. But I found I liked it. It excited me to see her struggle. Did I like the idea of her pain or her pleasure? I wasn't sure. But my cunt was tingling, becoming wetter as I watched. The view of her bottom was so pretty from here. I wanted to reach forward and use my fingers.. to explore her.

From the corner of my eye I could see people moving forward still further on their chairs, some wriggling, pressing down on the seat. But I had to block it all out. I had to concentrate on my building desire.. I couldn't come, would never be allowed to come as I watched this erotic sight.

***

Her legs were pressed hard together, but Master had other plans. I watched as he parted her legs; heard the sensual kiss as her juicy cunt lips were pulled apart. I shivered then... knew she was excited... could see the glistening juices in her cunt. I wondered if the audience could see it.. or where they too far away?

Master's slapping continued... getting further and further down between her legs... his fingers surely slapping at her cunt. She wriggled more now, parting her legs further. Her moans were pure ecstasy. Her stomach pressed down into Master's lap as her bum arched in the air. I envied her that feeling in her stomach; knew my Master's cock would be pressing hard into her now.

I watched as he ceased the spanking and started to use his fingers on her. One finger pressing firmly inside her, stoking her inner being. Two fingers, then three. Stretching her. Moving her so the audience could see it all. I groaned aloud then.

Master looked at me and grinned.

'Come here my slut' he demanded.

I crept to them on all fours, he offered her to me then. Told me to see and feel and taste. I held my hands inches above her bright red bottom and I swear I could fee the heat. My hands fell on her and the heat spread through me. She groaned and wriggled... was I hurting or soothing? It didn't matter.

I kneeded her buttocks... wanting her to feel the tingle again and again... the pain and the pleasure. Then I fell forward. My mouth finding her wet cunt.

I sucked at her as she arched up to me. I wanted to taste the wet cunt of someone freshly spanked. I could feel the warmth from her arse cheeks on my face cheeks. She was so soundly spanked!!! It felt good to suck her, just inches from my Master's face, while she lay over is knee. Knowing that he'd punished her... my excitement grew.

I could vaguely hear my Master addressing the audience. Something about a willing slut and a wanton slut. Which was which? He showed that the novice had wanted the spanking.. had welcomed it. Look how much it excited her. 

He showed how his slut would watch him spank another, would become excited by the sight, would lick her at his command.

***

She started to come in my mouth... the audience whispered to each other... excitement grasping at them. They watched as she writhed and moaned, how I writhed and moaned, trying hard to get inside her with my tongue from this awkward position. My face pressing into her as I felt her pulsing.

He pulled me away. I think perhaps we both groaned our disappointment.

He pushed her slightly so he could get up. Pulled her towards a table and threw her face down, over it. Her arse was still in the air, wanton, but she struggled again. A hard slap to her arse stilled her.

I crawled to a better position, desperate to see what my Master had in store for her. His cock! Oh god no, not that! But he did. He took out his hard cock and slipped it into her. The only sound was the squelching as his cock pressed against the flowing juice.

The audience was groaning in appreciation now, some leaving their seats and moving closer. His cock slammed in and out of her, her red arse being pounded hard. She groaned and arched... wanting more and more. He gave it to her.

I watched as his cock became coated in her juices, glistening; almost winking at me as it moved out of her. My mouth went dry. I wanted so much to crawl to him, lick his cock and balls, but he was moving too fast. I couldn't get to him from here.

Finally he came inside her. Everyone was silent. The spell broken. No-one was sure what to do next. He whispered to her, my Master. Told her I suppose, that she had pleased him, had done a good job. To go and clean herself.

She staggered off the stage.

Master sat in his chair, called me to clean him. That would be my gift from him. To clean his cock after watching him take another. I purred as I worked.. happy.

Master continued his talk with the audience.



Her Master's Voice



My hand trembled as I pushed the button to activate my microphone. It wasn't as if I was new to this. I had delivered countless newscasts over the radio, having been in the business since I was in High School. But still, this time was different. I could actually feel butterflies in my stomach. I knew that as I pushed the button to turn my microphone on, I was about to turn you on too! 

My new schedule was less than ideal. Since I started working nights, our opportunities for sex together had become virtually non-existent. You would be deep in the arms of Morpheus by the time I got home well after midnight. In the morning, my exhaustion, coupled with your rush to get everything done before heading off to work by eight o'clock left no time for a quickie, let alone an extended sexual encounter. We decided coordinating your masturbation session with my ten o'clock newscast would be an exciting and unique way to be together.

For an hour before the big broadcast, my mind raced as I imagined how you were preparing for the night. As I mindlessly scanned the news wires, I could picture you pouring your favorite white wine into an oversized crystal goblet. You probably put on some relaxing music, and began drawing a hot bath. As I listened to the day's sound bites, I could visualize you slipping off your clothes before you scrutinized your nude body in the full-length mirror. You gave yourself a satisfied smile. You've worked hard to get your body in the best shape it has ever been. The diet and exercise have worked wonders and you are pleased with the results.

As I began to type my script, I envisioned you lighting several candles and burning some incense. You slipped your beautiful body into the steamy tub and allowed the wine, the music, the scents and the hot water erode the stresses of your hectic day.  With a plush, oversized washcloth, you scrubbed your soft skin clean. You felt yourself tingle as the cloth passed over your pussy, and gave a brief thought of beginning early. You stopped yourself, wanting instead to stick to the original plan.

While I was preparing the weather forecast, I thought of you pulling your relaxed body from the tub, and wrapping it in a warm, thirsty towel. You no doubt refilled your wineglass and returned to the bedroom. I'm sure your excitement was mounting, as ten o'clock was drawing near. You pulled your favorite vibrator from the drawer, and placed it next to the bed. You switched on the radio, and heard the last few commercials before my newscast. You let the towel fall to the floor, and then lay down on the bed stark naked, with your legs slightly apart, and your vibrator at the ready. It was almost show time!

For the hundreds of thousands of people tuned in throughout the metropolitan area, this was to be yet another news update. But I wasn't thinking about those people as the "on air" light came alive a crimson red. My mind drifted to you, and how this newscast was your cue to commence pleasuring yourself.

It's a good thing I was reading from a script, because I was barely giving any thought to the words as they passed my lips, and out over the air. I was filled with excitement as I said, "Good Evening, here's the latest news," knowing at that very moment, upon hearing my voice, you switched on the vibrator and began your oh so pleasant chore. My first story was about explosions that had erupted in the Middle East. While reading the words, the only explosions I could picture were the orgasmic explosions that would very soon be enrapturing your body. Next was the latest update on the European heat wave. I could just imagine the heat emanating from your pussy, as you worked the combination of your fingers and the vibrator over your delicate folds, steering clear, at least for now, your tender and sensitive clit. I could almost see you plunging the vibrator deep inside your vagina as I read about plunging stock prices on Wall Street. I could virtually feel your wetness when I reported on the overturned oil tanker right outside the tunnel to the airport. You can just imagine what was going through my mind when I announced the Pirates had licked the Phillies twelve to nothing.

And now, five minutes later, my newscast was over. I thought briefly of the hundreds of thousands of listeners who had unknowingly eavesdropped on our encounter, and about you, my one very satisfied listener, who was no doubt by this time enjoying the afterglow of your ministrations. 

The rest of my shift was uneventful. But I was surprised when I got home that night, finding a cassette player on the kitchen table, with a note that read, "please listen." I was surprised to hear my voice say, "Good evening, here's the latest news,", and the remainder of my newscast drowned out by the sounds of your vibrator, and your moans of pleasure.



Her Master's Voice



I repeated these anonymous visits quite regularly, creeping up on you while wearing a black silk ski mask and taking you wherever and whenever I wanted. I had a feeling you knew it was me, in fact I would be very surprised if you didn’t. Our lovemaking was still as passionate as it had been the very first time you became mine. Over the months, we had slipped into this role of Master and sub and now it was quite natural for you to obey me, something I think, you would never have thought would happen. You still like to give me a command or two, which I readily accept, but ultimately you have become mine. And, we both knew it.

When you got home from work, you found a tape recorder lying on your bed with a message stuck to it, ‘Listen to the tape and follow the instructions to the letter.’ You shivered as you read this, knowing it would be your Master's voice. You turned it on, listened carefully and you heard my deep voice speak quietly,

“Take a shower Spicey, use that shampoo I like so much, I love to smell your freshly washed hair. Then, shave your pussy for me, nice and smooth, as you know I like. Do not touch more than is necessary, you will not cum before we meet. When you are finished and dried, listen to the next part of this tape. Now go Spicey!” 

You almost felt as if I were in the room with you and you hurried off to do my bidding. You resisted the urge to bring yourself to orgasm, knowing that it would displease me if you did.

Standing naked by the bed, you switched the tape back on.

“Ummmm I can almost smell you now Spicey, but that will happen soon enough. You will put on your short black cocktail dress, no underwear, just your black stockings and suspender belt. Wear your black heels too Spicey, they make your legs look so sexy. I almost forgot, in your drawer, you will find an item of jewellery, which looks a bit like an earring. It is to be worn on your clit, like a paper clip, it will pinch you gently and the little chains will tease you as you walk. Get dressed and when you are, listen to the rest Spicey.” 

Again you hurried to obey, starting with the clit grip. It felt surprisingly erotic, not as sore as you imagined it would be and you felt a stirring deep inside, as you fitted it in place. You quickly dressed and turned the tape back on again.

“You are looking good babe; I have booked a room in the Hilton, room 444, be there as quickly as you can Spicey. Your next instructions will be there for you, as I will be. Now hurry!” 

As you got into the taxi, you heard a tinkle from the chains on your clit and blushed deeply, sure that the driver must have heard too. The feeling was getting you very aroused and you were scared that you may leave a mark on the seat, but the journey was short and you were soon at your destination. As you paid the driver, you thought he was smirking at you, but by now, you couldn’t care less, you just wanted to be with your Master.

The trip up to the fourth floor seemed never-ending, everything seemed so slow, your heightened sense of arousal was making you impatient and you almost knocked over a fellow passenger in your rush to leave the elevator. At last you were there, outside room 444. You hesitated, did I tell you to go in, or knock first? You couldn’t remember, so you timidly pushed the door open and apart from a single candle burning on a table in the centre of the large room, it was in darkness, but somehow, you felt my presence.

“Master, are you here?”

“Yes Spicey, I am here. Take the blindfold from the table, it is in front of the candle and place it around your eyes.” I waited until I saw you had it firmly in place and then I approached you. 

You were standing still, arms by your side and knowing what I was about to do, you felt yourself getting more and more moist between your legs. I walked behind you and kissed your neck, your ears and your hair. My hands ran down your sides to the hem of your dress and I lifted it to your waist, exposing your buttocks to my gaze. I kneaded them gently, pulling them apart to look at your puckered anus, tightly closed as you clenched your muscles. My hand went to your tummy and I gently massaged it with my fingers, gradually moving down to your smooth mons and eventually, between your slightly parted legs. When you felt me touch the clit chain, you gasped and sucked in air. I told you to relax and I pulled on it gently, causing you to moan slightly. Not in pain, but from the tingling feeling you were getting inside. I continued to play with it as my other hand released your zip and slipped your dress away from your top half. I took my hand away and your dress fell away completely, leaving you in just your stockings and suspender belt. I moved in front of you and kissed each breast, watching as your nipples hardened and your areolas crinkled with my touch. 

“Strip me Spicey and prepare me, get me hard, I want you!” 

You shivered, knowing that soon, you would be mine and you hurriedly divested me of my clothing, leaving my silk shorts until last. As you lowered them, so you slowly sank to your knees in front of me, wishing you could see my penis growing before your eyes. I watched as you took it between your soft lips and ran your tongue around the circumcised rim, dipping into the slit for the pre cum which was rapidly forming. You did this so well, I almost grabbed your head and pulled you onto me, but I stopped myself, I wanted your pussy. 

“On your hands and knees Spicey, legs wide apart, I want to fuck you, now!” 

You whispered something that sounded like ‘Yes Master’ and adopted the position. What a beauty, your arse high in the air, the clit chain hanging between your parted lips and your breasts hanging so fully, were just waiting to be squeezed, tightly. I got on my knees too, between your legs and pressed the engorged head of my aching cock against your wet petals. I could feel you try to back onto me, so I slapped your buttocks and thrust in deeply with one single push. You cried out as I bottomed out against your cervix and I began to ride you hard and fast. I grabbed your pendulous breasts and pulled your nipples, rolling them between my thumbs and fingers. This was pure and simple sex. 

You were mine and I was letting you know it. You were fast approaching your climax, as I was mine. I released one of your nipples and used my thumb to pry open your anal bud and; just as I felt your dam burst, I stuck it in roughly and released my hot spunk, deep inside you. You screamed with your release and I felt your pussy walls clamp me like a vice, again and again you climaxed, until we were both soaked in our combined cum. 

After taking a moment to recover, I withdrew both my thumb and my softening cock and held you tightly. We lay together and I removed your blindfold, we stroked and touched, petted and kissed and finally we retired to bed. If we were going to make the most of this night and make happen, all the fantasies we had talked about, then we would need a break to recharge our libidos. 



Her Master's Voice



No one likes to get caught sitting around alone on a Friday night, so Ray paused as long as he could stand to before opening the door. His neighbor from a couple doors down was standing on his stoop with a bit of a grin. He already had the hots for her, but her grin made his stomach tug at his groin even more. He turned on the light to see better.

"Hi, do you remember me? I live on the corner there," she pointed up the street.

"Oh yeah, I remember you." Ray plowed. "Uh, you're..."

"Tina," she finished through her grin.

"Right, right," Ray replied.

"I feel a little stupid," Tina shifted her stance, "but we're having a little trouble with a blown breaker or something. Well, the real problem is," Tina paused looking slightly embarrassed, "that we don't have a single flashlight in the house.

"No problem," Ray offered. "I'll just get my light."

"Thanks so much. I'm really sorry to bother you in the evening. On a Friday, no less."

"Oh, don't worry. It's still early," Ray said trying to appear 'booked' for the night.

Tina let Ray lead into her house. Ray jumped as his light caught a woman sitting in the middle of the living room floor amidst a pile of mobile phone parts.

"Hi. I'm Ronnie, Tina's roommate."

Ray introduced himself and let his light linger on her a little too long. He realized that she was also very cute like Tina. Ronnie looked back at Ray waiting for him to say something, and when it appeared he was lost, she flashed a quick smile and looked back down at her pile of phone parts. This jogged Ray and he asked Tina to show him to the breaker box.

"I guess it's in the basement. Haven't needed to find it before now."

Tina and Ray found a fuse box in the basement. Not having spare fuses, Ray went home to get one from his place. 

"Thanks, Ray, so much for coming over. It's so stupid not to have a flashlight," Tina said apologetically. 

"Really, it's no problem. Glad to help." He turned to Ronnie, "Trying to fix your phone?" Ray began to notice phone parts strewn about but connected with wires.

"Uh, yeah. Well, screwing around with it," Ronnie answered.

"What are you making?"

"Just screwing around with it."

"Huh. OK, good luck. I'll see you later."

"Thanks again, Ray," Tina shot out.

********

A week later Tina found Ray home again. "I'm so sorry, but could you come over again with your flashlight. Looks like we blew another fuse."

"No problem," Ray jumped at the opportunity to help these women again. This time he brought a fuse with him. Only one fuse, though, so he could always come back again.

Hoping to see Ronnie again, Ray scanned the living room casually trying to appear to be looking for the basement door. This time he found pile of colorful objects on the floor and Ronnie's bare leg so he quickly found her head so he could say hello. But the light was right in her eyes, so he snapped it down again while saying, "Hi." Everyone stopped for a second to take in the colorful sight of the pile of dildos next to Ronnie's bare leg, bent up slightly at the knee. 

"Oops," chirped Tina.

No one moved. Before Ray had the sense to pull the light away, he noticed that Ronnie was wearing a long t-shirt, and nothing more for certain.

Ronnie shifted uncomfortably, but didn't move to cover the pile of rubber cocks.

Tina interrupted, "The basement's over this way."

"Oh, right," Ray stumbled. He was still taking in the scene, or at least as many of the permutations of the few facts that he could. He followed Tina to the basement door and descended. He was feeling very warm, and anxious. He wanted very badly to know what he'd missed before the lights went out. And while he couldn't believe this was happening, he was painfully certain he wouldn't see it finish.

As he screwed the new fuse into its socket, he tried to imagine Ronnie naked, and using a dildo. He wondered if she had a favorite color. Aware of Tina behind him, he wondered if Tina was using them also. Or was she using them on Ronnie. Had she been naked when the lights went out causing her to pull on just her jeans to leave the house. Were her panties still in the living room? Was she wet with excitement, waiting for Ray to leave so she could finish herself? These possibilities thrilled Ray to no end. So much so that when the lights popped on, Ray was popping through his lightweight pants.

"Oops," Tina sizzled, locking on his eyes.

"I'm sorry. It's just- I mean- sorry to interrupt." Ray tried to collect himself. "I'm so embarrassed."

"Oh, don't be. I'm flattered. Let's go back up." Tina smiled very generously to ease the situation while simultaneously not allowing any kind of moment to further discuss the situation.

"Of course." Ray wanted to smooth his pants down, but he was too embarrassed. He motioned for Tina to lead, but she motioned more firmly for him to lead. Wanting to appease, Ray went first, taking two steps at a time trying to get his penis to fall downward, minimizing the bulge, only it had the reverse effect.

Ronnie sat on the floor with her legs together and straight. Her long shirt was pulled down as far as it would go. The blanket from the couch covered the pile of dildos. The heap of phone parts was also on the floor. It looked like the battery was connected by free wires to the guts of a mobile phone whose keypad was separate from its display, earpiece and microphone. Ray couldn't bear to leave already – he had to know something more about what was going on. 

"So, how's the phone project, Ronnie." Tina smiled. Ronnie noticed Ray's pants. She raised her eyes slowly to make certain he understood that she knew how excited he was. He stood his ground.

"It's coming along," she replied curtly.

"Not as fast as it should be, though," admonished Tina.

Ronnie didn't react.

"So, what are you making?" asked Ray.

"Well, we're modifying a phone." Tina said, slightly evasively. We had this idea and Ronnie said she could make it, but that was a while back, and I'm starting to lose patience."

"What's the proj-"

"So," Tina continued over Ray, "when Ronnie blew the fuse again tonight, I thought she should not get to clean up before you came over, rather she should sit right there in her half-finished state while you actually got something done, Ray."

Ray was having a hard time believing that Ronnie's predicament was in some part for him specifically. He felt excitement rushing through his groin.

"What I think she really needs is a good spanking." Tina added.

Ronnie was looking off to the side at no one, but she hadn't moved. 

Ray was paralyzed with fear. Had this just been an invitation? Suddenly he felt foolish for thinking so, and decided he was just in the middle of something he shouldn't be.

Again, not allowing time to linger, Tina moved forward, "Thanks again, Ray. We really appreciate your coming out to help us again."

"Oh, yeah, no problem. Anytime... really." He couldn't believe he was walking away from this. How could he let this go? 

Back in his house, Ray couldn't relax. The women ruled his thoughts. He couldn't stop seeing the big smile Tina had given him as he left. He was sure it had been the biggest yet. But she had been quick to usher him out. He turned it over in his head until he decided that he had to act. So without thinking anymore he returned.

********

"Hi, Ray." Tina greeted him enthusiastically. "Ray's back already, Ronnie. What can I do for you?"

"Well," Ray felt his resolve slipping. Tina opened the door motioning for him to come in, giving him time to collect himself. "I do think Ronnie should have a spanking."

Ronnie looked up. 

"Do you?" sang Tina. She smiled at Ronnie. "Why's that, Ray?"

"You said it yourself: the project is taking too long." Tina said nothing, making him squirm and continue. "She needs motivation to get her back on track." Tina shook her yes but still said nothing. Ray was grasping to sell her on this. He had thought it would be easier, an immediate yes or no. "And what with these blown fuses. Is that being caused by Ronnie as well?" Tina was warming up.

We think it might in fact be," Tina finally responded. 

"Well, I've come over twice to fix this problem, so," Ray was struggling to maintain his resolve. And Tina was helping very little. Her eyebrows rose, urging Ray to finish. "So, Ronnie should get a spanking." He wasn't happy. He was losing his chance. "I mean I should spank her."

Tina licked her lower lip. "Well, Ronnie, I think Ray is right." And quieter, she added, "And so was I."

Ronnie was rocking slightly in a circle. But while her body seemed like it might be excited, her face looked hesitant. 

Ray was very excited and relieved, but now he didn't know what to do. 

"Well, Ray, I think we should take you up on your offer," Tina continued, "but we would need one thing in return: we will need your help testing the finished product." Tina paused, waiting for a response. Ray was glossy-eyed at the prospect of spanking either of these women. Tina noted his acceptance of the terms, "Should we go ahead now or wait until next time? Ronnie has paid some already, sitting here."

"Well," Ray didn't want to give in and delay, but he didn't want to get too pushy and ruin his chances. Before he could think too much though, Ronnie reached her left leg over to a power strip she'd been using for the phones, and with a soccer player's precision, flicked it with her toe causing the damaged power cord to short and blow the fuse for the third time.

In the blackness Tina commanded, "Ronnie, your ass is Ray's!" Ray ran home to get another fuse. 

Tina victoriously declared, "I told you, Ronnie, that he'd step up. You owe me double now. And how's purple treating you?"

Ronnie moaned, "Just fine."

Ray repaired the fuse. And his erection. He was now bulging but without as much worry. He returned to the living room to find Tina and Ronnie silent but watching him.

"Uh, Ronnie, OK, you need to come over here and lay over my lap." Ray was nervous. He'd only spanked one other woman, and then, only after they'd known each other for longer, and more intimately. He was remembering the excitement of the act. He'd play card games against his friends Leslie and Steve, and when he won, would claim his prizes. Being sexually intimate with Leslie already, spanking came easily. It was different with Ronnie and Tina. He'd known them for all of one week, and here he was getting ready to spank one of them. He was very excited and nervous.

He sat in an armless chair in the living room and waited for Ronnie who got to her feet defiantly slowly. Ray let a sigh of impatience escape while waiting for her to cross the floor to him. He wondered if she was wearing panties and if he would be able to ask her to remove them. His erection was bulging through his pants. Ronnie noticed this as she got closer.

"Nice boner, Ray," issued Ronnie with an air of condescension. But she thought better of it and gave a seductive smile after to ease the situation. Ray missed the smile because he'd looked down, embarrassed. 

"It's big, Ray," Tina offered genuinely. Ronnie silently agreed.

Ronnie stood close, in front of Ray. Spreading his legs somewhat, Ray gestured for her to lie across from his right. Together they jostled Ronnie into position with some effort. Ray's erection poked Ronnie's side just above her hip. She wiggled against it, pushing on it with her hip, sending tickles through Ray's stomach and producing the involuntary male response of pushing back. 

"Let's pull up your shirt to get it out of the way," Ray said.

Ronnie instantly lifted her mid section to accommodate. Ray was shocked to find a large purple dildo sticking out of Ronnie's pussy. Suddenly he understood her fidgeting and slow walking all night. He wanted more than anything to pull it out to see how far inside it went, and then to push it again so he could feel her press against his cock.

"You kind of caught of us in the middle of... testing," Ronnie explained. "Tina wouldn't let me take it out."

"We have to test it over a long enough period to know if it's really suitable," Tina added.

Ray stared at the purple shaft protruding from Ronnie's ass. At how her ass cheeks bent around it while maintaining their essential ass-shape. He wanted to see more, so he spread her legs pretending to adjust her position. Ronnie, feeling his intentions, spread her legs willingly. Laying bare-assed over a strange man's lap with a dildo hanging out of her effectively pushed her past any inhibitions she'd otherwise have had. Ray could now see her labia wrapped around the dildo shaft. He craved to see it move as the dildo moved in and out of her. Ronnie squirmed against Ray impatiently, wanting to begin. He snapped out of his trance and patted and rubbed her ass safely above the purple trunk in preparation. 

He struck weakly on the first one. Ronnie made the smallest sound. He struck again marginally harder. Ronnie was silent. He felt weak. He struck again harder, but only barely.

"Have you done this before, Ray?" Ronnie asked. "You know you can hit harder." She ground slowly into Ray's retreating cock as she said this.

"Yeah, but not recently."

"It's OK." Ronnie continued to grind. "I'll tell you if it's too hard."

"Well, OK, you want hard? I'll give it to you." Ray brought his hand down with determination. Ronnie lurched. Ray waited for a complaint and hearing none, struck again." Again Ronnie lurched, grinding against his hard on. Ray continued, finally eliciting some yelps and heavy breaths from Ronnie. He rubbed her ass noting the bright red color. The more he spanked her, the more she ground into him. He spanked and rubbed alternately, venturing closer to the dildo each time. Ronnie's yelps turned to constant moans after about 15 minutes of hard spanking. Ray neared climax. He couldn't resist anymore – he rubbed her ass and slipped down between her tenderized cheeks over her asshole to her pussy. His fingers traced the joint of dildo and flesh, noting Ronnie's reaction. She ground steadily against him inviting him to explore more. He rubbed her stretched labia, working around to her bunched clit. She spread her legs more to allow his exploration. 

Ronnie's squirming escalated, and when Ray didn't move fast enough, she reached back and guided his hand to the twitching dildo. Ray pulled slowly, watching Ronnie's lips expanding in resistance to its movement. It was long. It continued to grow like a magician's scarf from a sleeve. When the head showed, Ray estimated it to be a thick 10". Wanting his own bursting cock to be inside her, he thrust the great shaft back in. This pleased Ronnie. As Ray got the hint, he began to fuck her vigorously. Her gyrating soon pushed him over the edge. As he came, he convulsed, stopping his thrusts. Ronnie clinched the rubber cock, feeling close herself.

"Don't stop!" Ronnie belted. She could feel the wetness through her shirt on her side. She ground into Ray further, causing him to spasm and shoot his last burst. "Fuck me, Ray!" Ronnie yelled.

Ray snapped out of his seizure to find Tina's hand on the dildo. Remembering his mission, he worked his hand back onto the shaft, displacing Tina's. He stopped the strokes again. "What do you want, Ronnie?"

"Fuck me!"

Tina watched with a sly grin, surprised by Ray's grasp of control over Ronnie. 

"We have a schedule here," Ray was struggling for breath, "and objectives to meet. Productive girls get to get off, but I think you need more convincing." Ray was finding his role and enjoying it. He pulled the rubber cock out to about halfway causing Ronnie to moan, then he struck her elevated ass repeatedly. Ronnie yelped and squirmed evasively, but Ray continued hastily for another minute. When he stopped he was hard again and wanted to pleasure her. 

As he plunged the cock into her, Ronnie jumped forward, shaking and moaning. He continued the thrusts until her shaking broke in climax and her moaning changed abruptly to violent laughter. "No, no. Stop," she pleaded, reaching back to stop the thrusting, but he resisted her, wanting her to remain out of control for a few more moments to convince her of his intentions. She howled, overwhelmed by the post-orgasmic stimulation. When he stopped, he rubbed her ass gently wanting badly to kiss it repeatedly absorbing its shape and eventually replacing the dildo with his tongue.

The room quieted while everyone caught their breath. Tina broke the silence, "That was hot! Next time I want to be bad."

Ray smiled at her wanting the same and relieved that he would probably get the chance.

The spankings continued at every possible chance. Mostly Ronnie, but Tina found ways to get her chances too. Ray continued to stain his pants, waiting for an invitation to take them off.

********

Ray hadn't been paying attention to the actual object of their production efforts until one evening when he arrived ready to find some reason to lay one of the women over his knees. They were proclaiming success.

"Great. But, well, I really wanted to spank one of you." Ray had become comfortable with their arrangement.

"Ray, there will most likely be a time again for that soon, but I've finished the first functional prototype, so tonight there won't be a spanking. Well, as long as I did this right. We are, however, about to run a test." Ronnie gave Ray a short glance, then dropped her eyes to his waist before she returned her attention to the long, green vibrator lying before her. It matched the size of the purple dildo. "Tina," she asked without looking up, "you ready?"

"Yes, Veronica," sizzled Tina.

"We should have something special for this occasion. How about a ceremonial... mounting dance?" Ronnie was smiling with accomplishment and with, more importantly, what seemed to be control now that the prototype was ready for testing.

Tina held Ronnie's eyes for a moment, smiling, acknowledging that she was due this treatment. She expected it even. There was just a small adjustment going from commander to subject - excitement wrapped in indignation. Standing before Ronnie and Ray, she lowered her pants. Mechanically at first, then with sultry deliberation as she absorbed her position. She moved forward in her shirt and panties, crowding Ronnie. Ronnie, seated on the floor, legs straight, leaning on arms behind her, remained still and unimpressed. Tina moved closer, waving her crotch at Ronnie's face and caressing her legs. Ray sat hurriedly hoping for the same. Tina, noting this, pressed harder on Ronnie's resolve. Tina circled, running her hands through Ronnie's hair and rubbing her moistened panties on Ronnie's shoulders. Tina moved slowly and close enough to Ronnie's head to impart her scent. Ray squirmed with envy. Finally Ronnie smiled up at Tina, releasing her. Tina continued to focus on Ronnie as she slid her panties down her legs, but she threw them to Ray who caught them spastically. He felt their dampness and controlled an urge to smell them.

Tina gave Ray a moment with her panties before approaching him. She closed in from behind, exciting him visibly, and crouched to rub herself on the back of his head. She guided his head back, but he provided the motion reflexively. When he had pressed all the way back, she stood and stepped over him and dropped back down, swaying gently from side to side. He couldn't resist anymore. He moved forward, inhaling deeply of her. She arched her back, rolling her ass up and toward his face, exposing her cunt. Ray had spanked Tina several times, but he'd never been this close. He was hypnotized by the sight and smell. Leaning in, he dared to kiss her right ass cheek softly. Then her left. As he moved in on her tender center with confidence, she stood, closing her thighs, stopping his mouth short in pursuit. Tina looked back at Ray. He was frozen, drop-jawed and tortured. "Later, I will claim my panties from you." Tina popped her ass backward, bumping Ray's nose in punctuation.




Her Master's Voice



This broke Ray from his trance and gave him hope but no voice.

Tina, worked up now from her teasing, grabbed the vibrator, flicked a switch on the base, and bending over at the waist away from Ronnie and Ray, worked it into her pussy as far as she could. Alternately gasping and sighing deeply, Tina stood and turned around putting on her best composure. Her t-shirt covered her belly button but left exposed her soft triangular crop of hair pointing gently downward to the protruding base of the plastic prick.

Ronnie picked up her own phone from beside her and dialed. A moment later Tina gasped wide-eyed through a shudder that shook her waist. "Wow!" smiled Tina.

Ronnie beamed at the first signs of success.

"What exactly is that thing?" puzzled Ray.

Ronnie looked at Ray and paused with the phone up to her mouth before answering. Speaking slowly, she explained, "Ray-"

Tina shuddered again, but less so. 

Ronnie looked back at Tina and repeated louder, "Ray."

Tina reacted again, smiling broadly.

Ronnie jumped to her knees and reached for a small screwdriver. Tina moved carefully towards Ronnie, spreading her legs wide. Ronnie set down her phone, and bracing herself on the inside of Ronnie's right thigh, reached up and made an adjustment at the base of the vibrator.

Sitting back, Ronnie spoke firmly again, "Ray."

Tina jumped, rocking forward, pushing her breasts out, gasping through her wide-opened mouth, looking wildly around as if expecting to find some evidence of some dirty old ghost manipulating her.

Ronnie looked pleased. Somewhat softer, she began again, "Ray, Tina is being fucked," Ronnie punch hard on 'fucked' causing Tina to jump again, clinching her ass around the green spirit, "by the modulations of my voice." Tina was writhing to Ronnie's every word and jumping whenever Ronnie increased her volume.

"I have cut up a small mobile phone and added the parts necessary to receive a call to Tina's new faaaavorite toy. It's a bit too long at the moment, but I'm working on that."

Tina was working to maintain her balance.

"It's set to auto answer using the loudest ring it has, so there's about one ring before it answers. Its earpiece is connected to the mooootorrrr with my special attachment. Basically, the louder the sound, the faster the vibrator runs. Silence stops the vibrator," Ronnie paused.

Tina was beside herself with the shock of feeling Ronnie's words inside her. Ronnie was elated and enjoyed Tina's reactions to her speech. Especially the words she punched and the ones she drew out. 

"WHEW-HEW!" Ronnie shouted.

Tina screamed. "Ronnie, this awesome! Fuck me some more."

"Raaay, would you lend me your deeeeper voice please."

Ray jumped at the chance to manipulate Tina's pleasure. Putting on his deepest voice, he spoke. "Tiiina. You little teeeease!"

Tina shook. She grabbed her thighs wanting to simultaneously control and augment the sensations. 

"You just wouldn't let me kiss your pussy. Now my whole mouth is deep in your tease of a cunt, shaking you at my will." Ray lowered his voice, "But I can also just tickle you a little and make you beg for me to yell." He turned to Ronnie and exclaimed, "This is the coolest thing ever!"

Tina jumped in surprise at the sudden burst. As she adjusted to the sensation, she became aware of wanting more and more. The stimulation was incredible, but while being so irregular never let her build too far.

Ronnie laughed with complete satisfaction. It eventually infected Ray who was locked in a lustful glance with Tina. Ray's laughter shook Tina in a jerky way that she had never known: powerful bursts alternating with stillness. No finger, tongue or cock had ever moved her like that. When the laughter stopped Tina was raging. She now wanted nothing but laughter on the way to an eventual climax. 

Seeing intense lust in Tina's eyes, Ronnie decided advance the test. "Let's go to the convenience store. Ray, can I have the phone please."

"Cerrrrrrrtainly, Ronnie," Ray played.

"Tina, since the prototype is a bit too long, you'll need a skirt. A tight t-shirt with no bra would go best with that."

********

Tina walked carefully trying to appear normal. She was nervous but still charged from her initial experience. As they crossed the parking lot to the store, Ronnie fell back with her phone, "I'll be out here for a bit. Just go in and get some stuff."

Ray leaned in to Tina's ear, "Get a jar of honey, some ribbed condoms and whipped cream." Tina scowled at Ray, then smirked, figuring there were worse things she could do.

The store was empty. Ray followed Tina through the aisles in search of the honey and whipped cream. At the counter, the clerk looked unaffected by her purchase until she asked rather loudly for "big ribbed condoms". He paused for a second. The vibrator screamed to life jolting Tina hips forward and her mouth open. This in turn startled the clerk. He showed her two types without speaking.

Ronnie, watching this, began transmitting gibberish to the green implement. Tina buckled slightly before choosing one of the packages. The clerk was transfixed by Tina's movements. Ray stood quietly beside her watching her entire body gyrating to Ronnie's speech. From the parking lot Ronnie continued her barrage of sounds struggling to find words and form sentences in case anyone walked past.

Tina broke the clerk's trance by sliding the honey and whipped cream toward the condoms.

"$12.27," the clerk finally spoke.

Tina opened her wallet to find $2. "Do you have an ATM machine?"

He pointed over her shoulder, past the front door. He watched her as she moved to the machine, getting his first good look at her body. Ronnie let Tina walk anxiously in silence.

When Tina faced the ATM Ronnie resumed her attack with long swelling 'whoops' causing Tina to rock her hips back and forth. Standing now in profile, Tina's thrusting hips were fully visible to both men. Ronnie eventually fell into laughter as she watched the clerk's jaw slowly drop. Again the laughter generated pronounced and spasmodic gyrations. Tina grabbed the little convenience-sized ATM with both hands and rocked madly to Ronnie's growing laughter. 

Both Ray and the clerk were completely absorbed in Tina's fucking dance when Ronnie entered the store still laughing. She slowed as she saw the men staring across the front of the store. She then turned suddenly to Tina who had slowed correspondingly. Ronnie looked back at the men with disdain. They lowered their eyes but didn't look at each other. 

Ronnie resumed her conversation at full volume, "Anyway I've just got to pick up the tonic water, and I'll be right over." Tina rocked again to the words as she collected her money. Ronnie returned to the counter with a bottle of tonic. The clerk ignored her, again watching Tina. "Ahem. Excuse me, can I pay for this?"

"Just a minute. I'm waiting for her to pay." He gestured to Tina who was folding her receipt.

"No, no, I was talking to the guy in the store. Hold on." Ronnie moved the phone only slightly from her mouth to continue, "It's just a bottle of Tonic. Here, can I just give you a dollar?"

Without breaking his stare he replied quietly, "No, just a second. I've already rung her up. Just a second."

"What?" Ronnie said back into the phone, "Ha! He'll never go for it!" Her voice was getting louder, and Tina was quivering again as she returned to the counter. Her nipples were jabbing through her shirt, pulling the clerk even farther along. Ronnie paused to take into the scene, but remembered quickly that without her speech the scene wouldn't play. "That's not how it goes, Sally. It's like this: Da, da, dummmm, da, da, doooooo..." Ronnie tried to craft a believable melody, but she ended up singing whatever made Tina rock the most: long vowels punctuated with hard consonants. The men weren't paying attention to her anyway. 

Tina let herself go in favor of the pleasure. She let her head roll around on her shoulders. She rubbed her hands on her sides wanting to rub her breasts and more so to work the buzzing cock.

"That's some song in your head," the clerk said to Tina.

"What?" Tina snapped her attention to him. "What?" she repeated.

"That's quite a song in your head."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Ronnie burst into laughter, sending Tina back into a spasmodic fit. 

"That's what I mean. Are you OK?"

"Yes, I certainly am! Here." Tina pushed a twenty across the counter. "It comes and goes, but I like it best when it comes."

Ronnie took the challenge and pushed harder laughter into the phone. She looked directly at Tina and spoke in her most intense voice, "Hmmmmmmmmm, so what do you think? ... I don't know ...You could do anything and he'd like it. He's eating out of your hand ... You've got to look out for yourself too, you know ... That's the spirit."

The clerk set the change on the counter and looked at Ronnie, finally noticing her full-volume phone conversation. 

Ronnie returned his glance, paused and laughed again louder still than before. Tina held the counter with both hands, leaving the change, and ground her hips fiercely. Ronnie turned away and laughed as hard as she could muster without sounding completely fake. 

Tina went for broke and let all composure fall away. She moaned, clinching the counter until her knuckles were white. Her knees bent farther, and she thrashed to Ronnie's laughter trying to finish herself. She clinched harder, trying to resist grabbing the green cock.

The men again stood motionless save their dropping jaws, watching Tina rise to climax. Then suddenly Ronnie stopped. "Hello? Sally, you there? Hello? Damn phone!" She paused to let Tina realize it was over before she'd finished. "Excuse me! Can I pay for this now?" 

The clerk pushed Tina's change forward inviting her to take it. Tina was recovering her breath through a look of shock.

"Forget it! I'll get it somewhere else. Where there isn't some sex show seizure to hold up the line." Ronnie stormed out almost knocking into Ray.

"I'm sorry, miss. That woman was very rude. Some people-"

"Oh, you have no idea!"

********

Back at the house the mood was jubilant. They all reenacted their favorite moments from the store. As they recounted closer to the end, Tina began to look sullen.

"Tina, why are you pouting?" Ronnie asked.

"Why didn't you let me come? Will you call me again and finish me off? Please?!"

"Tina, must you always think only of yourself? There is someone here who we've not let finish properly for a couple months now. Ray here has been pleasing us and helping us move forward selflessly. I think we owe him a favor. Don't you think?

"Well, yes," Tina said lowering her head slightly.

Ray smiled and stiffened instantly at the words he had longed to hear. 

"And besides, we want him to stay around. Don't we?" Ronnie continued her case.

"It is so nice how he always thinks of our asses before his own."

"Yes, indeed, but no worries, he'll help us with the next prototype. The second model will be much smaller than the first."

But Ray didn't hear her. He was only thinking of their beautiful asses that he'd slapped so many times and craved so much more from. 



Her Master's Voice



I arrived at His place of dwelling after finishing my daily visit to the gym. My instructions were on a note on the mirror as always, He was a very meticulous man. 

"You are to shower then towel dry. Walk up to the third floor and into the west wing and into the study. Stand before the western window as the sun sets and put on the blindfold and gag and feel the sunset all other instructions will come directly from me."

I of course followed my Master's instructions to the letter. I showered feeling the water gentle fall on me as if it were His caress. I toweled off and walked naked up two flights to the west wing of His home. The fireplace of the study was already lit and roaring and made my naked body glow with warmth, His warmth. Everything here was His, the house and the heat, and even I belonged to Him. 

I took my place by the proper window and took up the blindfold and gag and put them on without any hesitation and let my body experience the sunset with all its majesty. I was so lucky that He had found me, when I thought back to life before Him it was pale and empty now it was so full and meaningful. I pressed my breasts against the cold glass and my nipples hardened and my flesh got Goosebumps almost immediately. My thoughts went to the last time we made love. The heat between my legs grew hot and wet and my hunger for Him grew stronger and stronger than ever. I fought the overwhelming urge to slide a finger between my legs as this would offend him as I was His and not the other way around. 

I could smell the scent of my musk grow stronger and stronger and without warning I felt my Master's iron hard cock slide between my legs and my juices dripping along the upper side of the shaft got it all nice and slick. His body weight pressed me harder and harder against the glass and my tits flattened more and more. My breath sucked into my chest as I shuddered at His closeness and I pushed back against him pressing my ass and pussy towards His cock. He did not miss this and rewarded my efforts by sinking His cock to the hilt into my pussy. He slowly fucked me and the gag in my mouth muffled my moans but He could hear me well enough. My mouth watered as I hungered to wrap my lips around His long thick cock but He would dictate each and every move tonight and my knees shook in anticipation.

Master's cock began to move harder and faster drilling deeper and faster thundering into my pussy. I moaned louder and louder behind the gag and I began to thrust backwards as hard as He thrust forward our bodies slapping hard and loud together. Master's hands settled on my hips and He got a better grip and the slapping sound got louder still as He rammed His hips forward harder and harder with nearly bone jarring force. She was soon fighting a mind blowing orgasm and could feel His cock swelling and swelling and with a whisper we were soon racing together to the end of a wonderful race and with one last bone jarring thrust foreword and back we both came He pulsing cum into the me and I gushing cum onto the floor. 

My Master released my gag and I dropped to my knees and licked and sucked every ounce of cum from His cock and balls removing it as slowly as I possibly could. Then with a nod from Him I began to take him into my throat and felt His cock come back to life there. His hips began to rock a bit fucking my throat and I encouraged him more and more by teasing the tip by sucking it or flickering it with the tip of my tongue. I then wrapped a fist around the shaft and began to pump it and as my head advanced so did the fist bobbing forward and back and soon my proud Master was panting in a very happy way and without a word He nodded and I pumped and sucked furiously until I felt He was ready to cum and then I aimed his cock at my tits and face and He shot a huge load of hot thick cum at his adoring slave, me. 

He motioned for me to follow and we went to his Master bath to clean up and I ran the water to just the right temp and we entered together. I was in front and He behind, soon his hands were on my tits soaping, groping, and fondling. I turned around and soaped him up completely my hands straying to his privates making sure they were particularly clean. As wet as I was, soon He was that hard and my back was slammed against the wall of the shower and his cock was rammed deep into me once again and his hips were driving it deep hard and fast. He was brutal just the way I love him. Sensing his need before even He did I took the lube He kept there and used it on my asshole I rubbed it in liberally as my Master has a rather large cockhead and then I pulled my asscheeks apart inviting him in. Never a word was said but He was always gentle there. His cock left my pussy and ever so slowly eased into my ass. I cooed as the head opened the tight ring of my asshole. Then with a sigh of relief the shaft was soon buried to the hilt. And sooner than I would have believed He was fucking my ass as hard as He had been my pussy. He was so happy and I had given him that, me! I pushed back hard against him, then harder and harder still feeling his cock move deeper and deeper into my ass. It was His pleasure that meant so much to me. And His grunting was music to my ears and soon my beloved would be painting my inner walls with another load of His lovely cum. I was so lucky! His grunting and panting got louder and louder and His strength began to fade but mine did not I pushed harder and harder I would not fail him and soon there was that wondrous sensation of his stretching cock in my ass and then... we howled together as He filled my ass with His sweetness of white cum!! 

"Same time next week," I asked.



Her Masters Voice



It was a game we both instinctively knew by heart. We didn't play it often, it was saved for those special occasions. And this was a special time; we had got a few days together, away from work, away from the responsibilities that tied us to our respective homes. And now I was his for the bidding.

The game began in the same way each time: I sat at the dressing table, my face freshly powdered and scarlet paint on my lips, just the way he liked it. I was wearing the silk robe he had bought me once, the cool material caressing the hot skin of my shoulders and breasts. Looking up into the mirror I met his dark gaze from the other side of the room. And now it began.

I watched him walk slowly across the room, his own robe barely held closed by the sash loosely tied at his waist. I held the gaze of his reflection as he stood just behind me. I could feel the heat of his body so close to mine and yet not touching. It was always this way between us. Smiling slowly, I showed a hint of my canine teeth for him as I leaned forward to apply a little more of the scarlet paint to my lips.

Setting the lipstick down on the dressing table, I placed my hands to the polished wood and leaned back to admire my reflection. My gaze flickered to his as it slowly roamed over my torso and face, pausing on the image of my erect nipples pushing against the silk. He was so handsome I couldn't believe he wanted me like this, but each time we played this game the passion was hotter. Slowly raising my hand I touched a finger to my glossy lips as I held his reflection with a look. Now he was mine.

Smiling slowly, I looked up through my lashes at him as I slowly slid the tie of my robe apart. I watched his mouth part slightly in carnal hunger and felt the answering jolt in my stomach. Sliding the silk sash over my finger, I let it fall aside and ran a finger down my throat and in under the silken lapel. Catching his eye, I waited for the first command.

"Take it off," he growled.

I swallowed. Taking the silk lapels in my fingers, I slowly eased the cool material down off my shoulders and held the robe there as I knew he liked that. I watched my reflection as the material slid over the swell of my breasts and almost hung on the hard erect nipples. Then he leaned down and softly kissed my neck and shoulders. Sighing softly, I tilted my head to the side and closed my eyes. His lips were hot and moist on my skin, and the jolts of sheer pleasure they sent through me made my pussy start to throb and dampen itself in readiness.

"Strip," he ordered softly as he trailed a finger down the back of my neck and spine.

Trembling at his touch, I slid the gown off and let it slide down and away from my body. Sitting compliantly on the stool, I watched his reflection as he stepped back to admire me.

God, the mere presence of this man in the same room as me made my body pulse with desire. But this was the game we liked best and we would play it to the mind shattering end.

"Stand up," he ordered.

I stood slowly, controlling my knees carefully. Bending forward slightly, I thrust out my backside towards him as I bent down to check my make-up, a coquettish smile on my scarlet lips.

I gasped and gripped the dressing table hard as his hands closed on my buttocks, his strong fingers flexing into my flesh and sending more waves of pleasure through me, centering in my hot molten core.

"Very pretty little Kitty," he whispered as he leaned over me, pressing his hard body against my back. "Shall we see what else you can do?" he asked, and then placed a hot passionate kiss to my nape.

I nodded silently, my eyes pleading with him. This was the one rule of the game, I could not speak to him, for Kitty's could not.

"Turn around."

I turned slowly and looked up at him, and for a moment a flash of laughter showed in his eyes that melted me. No matter what I could always trust him.

Smiling slowly for him, I watched closely as that laughter turned to a hot desire and I reached out. Sliding my hands under the robe he wore, I forced it off his broad shoulders and placed a series of hot kisses to his chest as it fell to the floor. His Kitty I may be, but no cat followed all the rules.

I slowly raked my nails down over his shoulder and chest, kissing the red marks I left. He moaned in pleasure and gripped my waist hard. Moving up against him, I slowly rubbed my groin against his as his cock grew hard and long.

Wrapping my fingers around it, I stroked him long and slow until he was squirming to my touch. It felt so fucking good to touch him and be this close to him. So much energy between us. Catching his eye, I read his instructions quite clearly without a word being said.

Stepping back, I walked silently to the bed and climbed up onto it. Stretching my back slowly, I arched and thrust my breasts up and towards him. His eyes opened wide for a moment and then narrowed in heightened desire as I smiled again.

Slowly going down on all fours, I leaned down and licked my tongue over the end of his hot hard cock, making him gasp in surprise, then I moved away and sprawled across the bed, my stomach pressed down on the satin quilt.

I moved slightly and sighed as the satin stroked my swollen breasts. I could hear him close by, and then the bed dipped as he moved to be behind me.

Raising myself carefully, I spread my legs a little and reached down to slide my fingers into the hot wet pussy I was showing him. Looking over my shoulder, I watched him as he watched me in fascination. I stroked my clit, sighing at each touch as I grew harder and more sensitive. My hot juices were now seeping out and coating the insides of my thighs with a heavy musk, enticing him closer.

I almost screamed with pleasure as his fingers finally touched mine and then they were on my clit, stroking and teasing and circling as he brought me to a higher state of arousal. My pussy wept and soaked his hand, drawing him closer and closer. Then his fingers were inside me, working me slowly and deeply as his tongue licked over my clit.

At that I screamed and thrust back onto his tongue and fingers again and again as I tried to bring myself to orgasm. I growled as he pulled away from me, chuckling at my look of frustration.

Lying on my back, I spread my legs as wide as I could and I stroked and teased myself, my fingers sliding inside my hot vagina, and then out again to circle my clit and up and over my stomach. I knew him well and he couldn't resist that.

Smiling and giggling, I pulled him down on me as he pressed himself to my soft body, his own hardness betraying his need. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I held him close and caught him in a hot hard kiss as he moved impatiently, his hands searching my body as I moved against him, rubbing myself up against his cock as it moved against my inner thigh.

"Hold still dammit," he complained as he pinned me down, his strong hands forcing my arms over my head.

Arching up under him, I laughed as his mouth closed on my breast, his hot wet tongue teasing my sensitive nipple, and then gently biting. Shaking with need, I moaned in ecstasy as he began to enter me, his hard cock slowly easing its way inside my liquid heat.

Kissing his neck, I held myself still for him as he fought to slow himself. Licking his hot skin, I felt his last thread of control snap and he slammed into me, sending a shock wave through us both.

"Kitty," he growled as he lowered his head into the curve of my neck and began to move, slowly at first to ease his passage, but then faster and harder, forcing my body to capitulate to him.

Shaking and shuddering under him, I revelled in the weight of him pressing me down into the bed and the fullness I always felt with him inside of me. Freeing my hands from his grip, I pulled him closer to me and then guided his hands down to my backside. Raising myself into his grip, I gasped as he moved me and then drove himself even deeper inside.

Shaking hard, I felt my vagina muscles tightening and pushing down on him in hard thrusts every time he slammed into me. 

Tilting my head back, I widened my legs and gasped as he drove even further inside me, his back slick with sweat as he gasped in air. He drove into me repeatedly, his muscles flexing under my hands as I held on tight, and then he touched my clit, one little touch of a finger and I shattered.

I arched up and shuddered hard against him, my body wracked with wave after wave of pleasure as I came hard around him. My orgasm went on for what seemed an eternity, and then he came too, his hoarse shouts of release urging me on to further contractions around him. My body pulled his cock deeper inside as he came, his body enfolding mine as we moved closer into one another.

Looking across at the mirror as I slowly relaxed under his shaking body, I smiled to myself and wrapped him close. Kitty I may be, but he could be master.



Her Master's Voice



(Friday September 26th 2014, 7.42 a.m.)

The blond woman hesitates before leaving her apartment. She yet again inspects her appearance in the floor to ceiling mirror, twisting her tall silhouette as her eyes check out each flawless inch.

Her eyebrows knit, making her blue eyes darken. 

The navy blue suit seems conservative, but it's cut tight enough to suggest that the woman inside isn't. The jacket hugs her waist. From there it flares with her hips and melts into the pencil skirt that stops two inches above her knees. 

It gives her a subdued sexiness, more so because her legs in dark sheer nylons are long and perfectly toned. At each step the tall heels make her calf muscles stretch while her ass sways inside her skirt's tight wrapping.

Just as she leans into the mirror to inspect her freshly painted lips, her phone rings.

"Damn!" she mimes, watching the clock behind her. She's late already. But she steps back into the apartment, never able to ignore a ringing phone, and picks it up.

"Hello?"

A hoarse voice creeps into her ear, almost whispering. It's a voice she knows well. Her eyes widen until the white shows around the blue. Her mouth opens too, the lower lip trembling slightly. 

Her knees turn liquid. 

She drops her wallet to find support with her left hand against the wall. A glittering droplet makes a shining trail down the insides of her thighs. Soon it turns into a rivulet that runs down her legs, soaking the rug beneath her feet.

She doesn't seem to even feel it.

As the soft voice stops, she stands for minutes, just staring. Then, with dreamlike motions, she puts the phone back into its cradle. She spreads her legs and watches the dark spot. Then she picks up the wallet and walks out of the apartment, carefully closing the door behind her.

The elevator isn't busy. 

Only an old lady and a little poodle accompany her downstairs. But the dog gets very nervous the moment she steps into the lift. He jumps from the woman's arms and starts sniffing and licking up her legs - growling and yelping.

She doesn't move; she just stares while her fingers fumble with a button of her jacket. 

A vague smile tugs at her lips' corners. She doesn't respond to the lady's nervous apologies after she retrieves the dog. With glazed eyes she opens another button of her jacket and lets it slip off her shoulders to the floor.

The doors sigh open. 

She gets out, crossing the marble lobby like an automaton, oblivious to the stares of the janitor and the receptionist. Her white silk blouse has gone by now, and as she walks she reaches behind for the clasp of her bra, pushing out her chest. Its release makes her flesh tumble out and sway with her movements. 

Her nipples stiffen against the cool breeze of the air conditioner.

The moment she reaches the street, her skirt is gone, left behind in the middle of the marble lobby. The cool morning breeze kisses the dark blotch on her thong, making her shiver.

People stop in their tracks. 

Car drivers hit their brakes at the sight of the almost naked blonde under the blue marquis. Then a black stretched limousine slides to a halt at the curb. A tall chauffeur gets out and opens the rear door for her. 

Without even acknowledging him, she moves into the car. It leaves in seconds to melt into the busy traffic.

A triangle of moist black lace is blown into the gutter.

(Monday September 29th 2014, 5.45 a.m.)

The room swims in a translucent gray. 

It's almost as hazy as her buzzing head. She stretches her body against the silk sheet. It aches all over. Her nipples hurt, as do her jaws. Her vagina feels overstretched and her anus throbs. 

She groans.

Pushing the blanket off her naked body feels like weight lifting; her arms are filled with lead. Getting up to sit on the edge of the bed is like climbing a mountain. Swaying her legs to the floor makes her moan.

She rubs her eyes and sighs.

Her knees wobble as she rises to her feet in slow motion, straightening her body like an old woman. As she walks to her bathroom there is no muscle in her body she doesn't feel. Sitting down to piss makes her wince. 

And when she at last meets her face in the mirror, tears gush down her cheeks.

Not again, she whispers, as she watches the liquid mascara run down her ruined face. Lipstick is smeared everywhere, but on her chaffed lips. Dark impressions of fingertips mottle her throat. Her nipples are dark and swollen, surrounded by a forest of bites.

She doesn't dare look at her vagina.

The shower is heaven. She stays under it until the scalding water turns cold. She uses hands full of lotion to slather on her screaming labia and her bleeding sphincter - wincing at the touch.

She has washed her hair twice to clean it from whatever unspeakable things that made it dull and sticky. Then she blows it into spun gold again.

Sitting down she makes up her face, using ample foundation to hide the ruins of exhaustion. Expert skill and brushes and pencils restore her eyes to an illusion of vitality. Her lips shine with perfect gloss.

Half an hour later she stands at her tiny kitchen bar, spooning skimmed yoghurt, fruit and granola. Outwardly she looks perfect in her tight gray suit, balancing on patent leather Louboutins. On the inside she feels like she's been in a car accident, like having to learn how to walk, move and live all over again.

Closing her apartment door, she walks over to the elevator. The receptionist will have this hardly concealed expression again that he always has when she wakes up like this.

It is Monday; a Friday and a weekend are lost. But at work nobody will ask her where she's been. Things will be as always. 

And so will she.