1 comments/ 22035 views/ 4 favorites Her New Master By: Jack597 It's been about a week since we first made contact with each other. You said you were submissive, and indeed you did reveal yourself to me as truly submissive. I put you on notice of my requirements. You clearly understood the role I would require you to play...you instinctively knew your duties as my slave. But you were not entirely compliant. You took some liberties very unbecoming of a true slave. You let another Master...a false Master...have his way with you. I might excuse that as youthful exuberance, or possibly naivete. Or I could take note of it and only reprimand you lightly. I might also punish you severely. As your new Master, I'm undecided on my preferred course. I do enjoy the robustness of your plump behind, and you are a rather fetching specimen overall. Your charms tend to temper my anger over your insolent behavior. Nevertheless, you need to understand your role in terms that have more permanence. You need to grasp that there are limits to my tolerance. It is time you had an object lesson in the proper behavior of slaves. In no uncertain terms, I tell you that you must meet with me tonight. Not to get acquainted. Not to get instruction. But to be disciplined. You demurely agree. I tell you to be there at 8pm. As instructed, you arrive in a tight skirt, no panties, black nylons, garter belt and heels. You are in a low cut top that draws one's eye to your very ample bosom. Your lips are in ruby red lipstick. Felatio lipstick! Your hair flows quite alluringly to your shoulders and slightly beyond. Also as instructed, you are adorned with a diamond studded black leather collar, and long, dangly, diamond earrings. You are at once gorgeous and slutty...your new Master's favorite look! I offer you a drink. A sort of punch. You accept and take a seat across from me in the living room. You are anxious to please me, but a little uneasy about just what it is that you will have to do. You are also uneasy just thinking about being in my presence. The mere thought gives you tingles along your neck and back. Your nipples perk up too, and your pussy and ass feel an emptiness that longs to be filled. You are feeling a little dizzy. You go into a bit of a blackout period...you are not sure where you are or how you got here. Then you find yourself in a nearly empty room. There is an overhead light, a gym mat on the floor, and one wall that is a mirror. The other walls are in shadow...there are no windows. You see yourself in the mirror. Your skirt is gone and so is your blouse. Your hair is tied back tightly and your eyes are done in blue mascara and long fake lashes that bat when you blink. Your wonderfully full lips are glossed in ruby red...but they glow eerily, almost like neon. You are standing near the wall opposite the mirror...waiting with much anticipation...but for what you don't know. Your pussy is moist...you are resisting the urge to touch yourself. At last the door opens and in I come. I have on leather pants with a snap-down removable crotch, but my torso is bare...as are my feet for some inexplicable reason. I'm wearing a small-billed black leather cap and a collar much like yours. I'm brandishing a riding crop that I tap to my thigh as I enter. My pectorals flex with each tap. You'd love to tongue them. I notice you taking pleasure in the sight of my body and reprimand you for it. You will not look at me unless I grant you permission! I direct you to stand on the mat in the middle of the room, your back to the mirror, arms at your sides. Yes sir, you reply. With eyes to the floor, you move to the center. Unbeknownst to you, I take considerable pleasure in watching your lush hips and splendid derriere gyrate as you walk in your exaggerated heels. The flexing of your nylon sheathed calves is a further enhancement. I feel a twinge in my loins. Once at the center, I do a more detailed inspection of the specimen before me. I check the tightness of the clamp on your hair, run the back of my fingers over your nipples taking note of their response. Your nipples are protruding magnificently...begging for attention. I cup up one breast, let it fall, then the other. Whenever I touch you you shudder. You find my sexual energy overpowering! I run the tip of the riding crop along your neck and down to the shoulder. I tap it lightly, then proceed to run it down one arm, then the other. I view your backside in the mirror...the robust cheeks of your apple bottom...and marvel at your shapely legs. You have no indication whether I approve of you or not. Your focus is on the floor and on obeying any and all of my commands. I move to your backside. Trail the riding crop down along your spine to the first curve of your lovely ass. Tap you there. Trail it down one cheek then to your inner thigh just below your now dripping pussy. I put the flat edge against the skin and descend it to the stocking top. Hesitate, then slide it in between the black nylon and the white flesh. You shudder once again. A drop of your juices slowly makes its way down your inner thigh until it contacts the riding crop. I lift it back to your shoulder for another tap...while leaning in just close enough for you to feel my breath on the back of your neck. You want to touch yourself very badly. I command you to bend at the waist. You immediately comply. I place the back of my hand against your ass, then run my forefinger along your crack. The meaty cheeks spread slightly to accommodate the thickness of my finger. I tell you to kneel on the mat, then to go down on all fours. Yes sir, you reply. I tell you to place your cheek to the mat and to pooch your ass up for my inspection. You do, as you relish being under my control. I fondle your fleshy mounds, measure their mass in my hands. I squeeze one, pinching it up between my fingers and thumb, then shake the bulge...jiggle it, drop it, then take another grip and do it again. I move to the other cheek and do the same. When you least expect it, I slap it! Only to take it up again for more fondling. My finger moves down into and along your now open crack...touching your anus ever so lightly. You wiggle your ass with the pleasure. I slap you again! Harder! You feel a sting across your ass. Not severe, but just enough to excite you. You wiggle more...give a little squeak of delight. I slap the other cheek a little harder! You gasp. Quiet slave!, I reprimand. I place my bare foot on your neck as I reach for my paddle. It is time for your punishment, I say. You moan. You know what is to come. The first blow is little more than a tap. The next a little harder. The third has a numbing effect. Continued paddling soon has you in a trance...a sort of cross between ecstasy and pain. Your meaty ass cheeks pink up quickly. My foot on your neck and my command of your bottom has you in full surrender. I possess you completely. You're imagining what it would be like if I were to take you now...my powerful cock entering you from the rear, penetrating you to your center. You catch a glimpse in the mirror of my bulging manhood straining against my leather pants. I remove my foot from your neck and command you to kneel before me. I pop the snaps on my removable crotch to expose my stiff dong. You gasp again! I grab your hair at the clamp and guide your neon lips to the bulbous head! You tongue it hungrily. I pull you away. You are to receive only a taste. I pull your head back by your lovely tresses and bend down to slither my tongue into your mouth....but only for a second. I quickly pull it out and twist your head away from me. I straddle your back and lower my pulsating cock to align it with your magnificent ass! You arch your back to better expose the entrance to your warm love hole. As the head makes contact with your gaping anus, you squeal and wiggle your ass cheeks. You hear a low grunt in my throat. I'm a stud mounting his mare! I apply some pressure to open you up some more. You wiggle again. The head slips in. Your sheath expands to accommodate my thickness as the full length of the shaft works its way in. My balls dangle against your slick wet pussy from behind. I find the sight of my full length buried between your ass cheeks to be very much to my liking. I stroke in and out...you groan with the pleasure. You are filled up with cock...seemingly all the way to your throat. You feel totally penetrated! I pull your head back by the hair with one hand and swat your undulating ass with the other. You yelp! Thank you, sir, you blurt. I swat you again. And again! You thank me for each swat. The sting of the swatting and the sensation of fullness provided by my cock pounding in your ass is taking you to a new level. You could easily cum, and cum good, but you dare not do so without my permission. The swatting of your ass has me in an elevated state too. My shaft sliding in and out of your tight hole is providing maximum stimulation to my cock. My balls are wet from your pussy juices as the whole ensemble jerks and bangs you with each thrust! My breathing becomes shallower and more rapid. I'm heaving now. I'm going to cum! Your beautiful ass is too much for me to withstand any longer! I convulse! You squeal! Now very rapid, rabbit-like strokes, then a huge burst of cum...my thick load blasts deep into your ass! You moan and gasp! Jerking against me! Oh sir! May I cum?, you plead. Yes, I respond. You shudder! You heave against me as quivering squeaks emanate from your mouth and your eyes roll back in ecstasy. Your whole body convulses! You push back against me, opening to me to thrust into you even more deeply. You've not felt so thoroughly fucked in a very long time. You've weathered your punishment in an exemplary way. And you've satisfied your Master's lust for your luscious ass. You've passed every test. Your new Master is quite pleased with his new slave. His devious mind is already conjuring new scenarios of debauchery with you. This is only the beginning. You feel like you're coming out of a trance now...regaining some equilibrium. What was in that drink?! I tell you to get dressed, which you do with some haste. God, if anyone knew you were here doing all these delisciously naughty things, you would die! You are both drawn to and repulsed by me! You want to flee and you also have the urge to throw yourself at me again! Your mind is disordered by what just happened, but your lust for it is not. You will be back. Her New Master He came into the house late again, this time it was an act of defiance instead of him being forgetful. He knew she would get upset over his late arrival, but today Thomas couldn't care less about her reaction. She called earlier to harass him about his being late and he had responded with a swift disconnection in anger. Thomas casually opened the door to his bedroom and saw Ariel spring up from the bed and rush to inches apart from his face. "Where the fuck have you been!? I've been waiting for 2 fucking hours for you to get back so we could go!" she spat. The moisture from her spit alone enraged him further, "Look I just didn't want to deal with your shit so I stayed out a while longer, okay?!" Thomas shot back. "No, no it's not okay, every time you want to do something I'm ready but when it's something I want you couldn't care less!" Ariel returned, now yelling at full blast and causing his ears to ring. "It was just one time, if it bothers you so much, why don't you just fucking leave, I don't need your shit," he used the last of his calm in his words but it mattered not. Ariel's reaction to his hateful proposal was an immediate and hard slap across his face, breaking their intense eye contact for a moment while his head moved from the impact. She held no surprise from her impromptu action, but as Thomas took both his hands to her neck in a choke and forced her back into the wall nearest the bed her eyes bulged in shock. Ariel tried to utter "stop it" but the words couldn't make it past her shut throat, and so Thomas spoke in her turn. "Do you want me to end you, is that what you fucking want from me? Is that why you piss me off all the time, you little shit?!" he asked her in a rage. Instead of trying to respond again, she instead took aim at fighting back and kicked at his leg, landing it square onto his right knee. The pain forced him back long enough for his grip to loosen, "You couldn't even if you tried!" and she delivered this time a left punch to his gut. It took him by surprise enough that he let go of her neck entirely, but took revenge fast in the form of his own backhand across Ariel's still-red face after he stood back straight. She showed slight tearing up but made no face of sadness, "You can't even fuck me right and you want me to believe you can kill me?" she laughed and shoved Thomas further away. "Oh you think so huh?" he said cynically, stepping back closer to her. "I know!" she shot back and gave another slap across his face. Out of challenge alone he slapped her hard back, hard enough to make her sway and recoil from the strike. Before Ariel could fully stand again, Thomas retook her neck in his hand and choked her tightly while pressing her back into the wall. He used his free hand to slap her again and again, until her face began to darken with red from the hits and purple from lack of oxygen. Finally when she started to waver, he kissed at her lips. Still she fought back, opting to refuse his advance, instead biting down onto his lip until it bled hard. The last of any control he had left in the drops of blood coming down his chin, and with it he was no longer concerned with her wants, he was concerned with his own of making her regret her words. Yet, he had a calm about him when he took her by the hair and dragged her by it towards his desk, her punches and kicks following suit. Ariel stopped and gasped a little when Thomas decided to pick up his old paddle he kept for decoration. She tried to resume her tantrum, but before she could the paddle connected with her chest in hard surprise. There was no room to react, he took the opportunity to shove her down to the floor and immediately held her face-down by using his arm as a bar to shove her back down. The paddle connected with her ass flat across both cheeks with such force the sound resonated throughout the room, along with her yelps and screams. "If you wanted to be treated like a little bitch, you should have just told me, it would have saved so much time," Thomas said with an icy tone. "I'm not a-" was all Ariel could shout before her own screams cut her off; he was now connecting his slams to each already-sore cheek individually. She had been trying to claw, slap, punch, connect any part of her hands to force him off, but her tantrum went to no avail. He stopped only long enough to shove down her shorts and panties to her knees, to see the damage he was causing, and found more than he bargained for. Besides her beet red and worn cheeks, between her legs, he could make out that her young puffy lips below were thoroughly wet, along with a small spot on her panties. She wanted this, she smelled of desire, she wanted this pain all along and couldn't tell him. Thomas swiftly grabbed her shoulder and flipped her onto her back, causing her to wince when her rear connected with the floor. "Mind explaining what this is?" he asked, clutching onto her dampened panties. "What, you don't know what panties are?" she laughed. Instead of a verbal response, he found a nearby metal coat hanger on the ground and unwound it into one long piece, then pulled up her shirt and whipped it across her back. The effect was immediate, Ariel cried out in agony as her new torture device took skin off with its sharp end, leaving a long red open scar across her back. She arched her body and stretched out her legs long enough for Thomas to grab her bottoms and pull them from her knees off past her ankles. He then took her moist underwear and shoved the pair into her still screaming mouth and proceeded to whip his pig. 1...2...7, he lost count the number of times he struck, and the now overlapping scares of blood were too numerous and overlapping to count. When he grew bored, he took her by the waist, flipped her like a pancake onto her back, then stared into her eyes as he quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, then pushed them off. With his cock at full attention, he took it and in one simple stroke pushed the full length into her sopped pussy and was met with a clear moan audible even through Ariel's panties. At first he got the idea to do with her as he pleased, but he knew that was what she was hoping for; he had a more sinister punishment instead. Instead of fury, Thomas took a snail's pace in his strokes by completely controlling his motions, he would press full deep inside then retreat until the head would struggle to remain inside. The plan was taking its effect. Ariel began to squirm around, using her arms to brace her as she tried to grind against his strokes. Her legs wrapped around his waist and locked ankles behind him, preventing his retreat. He saw her act as defiance; he was in command of her pleasure, not the other way around. Just as she began to moan louder from the deeper strokes, she was silenced by a hand gripping tight around her throat. At the same time, her legs were being spread apart by his other hand, her ankle grip was being loosened from the force. Coupled with the near-complete lack of oxygen, her trap on him fell. Thomas pulled back on her neck and slammed her head and upper body into the floor and exclaimed, "I am the one in control here, understand me?!" She tried to speak up, but the words were caught by his hands and only a gargle made it through. "I can't fucking hear you, whore!" he responded. This time she yelled an audible, "Yes master!" He smiled and loosened his grip, took his hand from her now passive legs, and held on to her shoulders to better control his slow pacing strokes. Ariel's soft moans started to transform into softer whimpers for more. "Master, please, make me your whore, make it hurt, fuck me!" she begged him between pants. This time he obliged her request, he was through toying with her anyway. Thomas sat back onto his legs and pulled her up to him, and when he tugged her shirt up she instantly raised her arms in acceptance as he flipped it off. Ariel reached back, unhooked her bra for him and removed it herself as she stared at him while biting her lip. He gripped her jaw and spoke staring back, "If a whore is what you want to be, we'll make you one," and slammed his hand across her face. As she was recovering from the blow, he drove her down onto the full length of his cock and his ears were graced with harsh loud moan escaping her lips. He began to stroke her furiously, holding her steady as he drove his cock in full depth with each stroke. She nearly came from the instant mixture of pain and pleasure surging through her body, she could only express it in intense grunts and moans as he showed her insides no sign of letting up. Neither could hear the slaps of his hips meeting the cheeks of her ass over her noise or his heavy breaths. The sound from their bodies colliding didn't remain silent for long. Thomas threw her down back onto the floor with a resounding thud and choked her again as he continued to drive his full length into her. She stared up at him into his intense eyes as tried to take everything in; his ferocity, the pain of being rag-dolled around like a toy, the force from his organ filling her. He would slap her face and breasts hard without rhythm as he gazed down upon his slave, and she met each one with a shout drowned by his hand. When he saw her face turning blue, he finally loosened his grip, she gasped hard for air and exhaled it as a shriek. "Is this what you like? Being my little fuck toy? A sex slave for me to use?" he barked. "YES, fuck yes!" she screamed back. It wasn't the response he was looking for; he slapped once and stopped his pumps. "I don't appreciate that kind of language, you'll have to be punished for that..." then gripped her waist and flipped her onto her stomach. He reached for his paddle, grabbed her hair and pulled her up until her lower back met his abs. Thomas kept a soft voice as he spoke to her, "Now, I'm going to spank you with this, and each time I do, I want you to say 'I will not curse at my master', understand?" "So you want to spank me, not paddle me?" she giggled, despite her shallow and labored breathing. He didn't respond, instead he shoved her down and ran the paddle down across her ass so that the sound resonated throughout the room, shortly followed by Ariel's squeal of pain. After a second or two without anything but cries from her, he ran it to her again. "I didn't HEAR you, whore!" he said coolly. "I WILL NOT CURSE AT MY MASTER!" she screamed. Four more times she felt the wood connect with her skin, and four more times she followed her master's instructions. "Such a good girl," he said to her, and before she could respond, he gave her the reward of his cock slowly spreading her lips apart. He took hold of her arms and kept her body off the floor, pounding at her as he did before. The slams of his hips hitting her cheeks echoed the pain the paddle brought her, and his occasional spanks only escalated the feeling. She noticed his grunts getting louder and more frequent, she could feel him getting close. Despite the agonizing pain she threw her hips back to meet him, she needed her master to cum, and she craved it as praise for being a good slave to him. Without warning he pushed her off, and she quickly turned and sat up staring up into his eyes sitting inches from his cock. On instinct she took his member and stroked it fast until he threw his head back and came, grunting as his love spurted over her chest in gobs. Both were still, outside of their heaving chests, both trying their best to pump highly-needed oxygen into their exhausted bodies. He stared at her, and she back at him, no words that really needed to be said that their bodies weren't already saying. Ariel tried answering first, "Um...tha-" "I suppose we should clean you up, hmm?" her master interrupted. Thomas reached down and offered his hand to her, for a moment she hesitated but took it nonetheless. He brought her up quickly in one motion, never taking his eyes off from hers. She blushed a bit when he unexpectedly kissed her hand before leading her out of the bedroom and into the bathroom across the hall. For a moment she worried about setting up the bath to please her master, before Thomas swiftly took her by the hips and lifted her onto the vanity. The cool porcelain was a welcome feeling to her still-aching and red cheeks, and she released a small sigh of relief as he searched around for the body wash. "It's going to hurt when you get in you know..." he said while turning on the water. "Huh, why?" she asked in confusion. "Hot water doesn't exactly feel the best on bruises right after you got them." he said, pointing about her body. She looked around her and was surprised to see a number already forming on her hips, neck, arms, and thighs, varying from black to red in color. "Oh...those," she sighed while sliding down from the vanity. He smiled at her before he spoke, "You know you like them, c'mon, ladies first," and he drew back the curtain for her to step into the shower. He followed suit and closed it behind him, and starred at her for a moment. "The hell are you looking at?" she barked in confusion. Not a few minutes earlier he felt angry at her, he had been fucking her like a toy and not a human, but now he had not a trace of it in his dimpled smile. "A fallen angel, who took a lot of punishment on her way down to me," he said with a wink, "now, let's get her cleaned up." She began to blush as he held her waist and pushed her back into the hot streams. She yelped and sprung away from the heat as it ran across her marks and bruises, into his chest. "Sorry about that, probably too hot," he whispered and motioned behind her to turn the dial. She made an attempt to toughen it out and nudged his hand from allowing him to turn it down, but when she backed into the stream again she squealed. This time he didn't bother to ask permission, and pulled her out to him until her chest was to his and out of the way of him turning down the heat. "Stop trying to do too much right now, it'll take time to recover," he spoke. "I'm fine..." was as much as she could respond before nearly falling as she bend over reaching for a washcloth. He quickly caught her and stood her back up, holding her close. Finally she gave in, and relaxed in his arms. Slowly he reached for the body wash and lathered a large dab of it in his hands. To stay as gentle on her as possible, he decided to clean her without the scrubs or washcloth, to avoid pressing on her bruises. He started with her shoulders, then worked down to her arms and her sides, further to her hips and waist, and then back up to her neck. She stared with a half-smile as he worked, he could see her looking in the corner of his eyes as she followed his hands with his own. "Turn around, Ariel," Thomas commanded her. She did so slowly until her back was to him. He lathered another handful of body wash, and started to clean again. From her upper back, down to her middle and lower, then back up to her shoulders, where he started a soft massage. At first, she tensed up, from earlier when he used them as handlebars, then eased base into him. When she did, he became a bit more adventurous. Thomas' hands motioned around from her shoulders to her breasts, and he lathered them slowly, paying special attention to her nipples. Ariel softly moaned in response, resting her head against his chest as his hands traversed the landscape of her body. With one hand staying to play and massage her chest, he let the other reach farther down, to her wet lips below. As he teased around the area, her breath became more and more shallow, the more he lathered the lips in soap and teased at her clit, the sharper her inhales and exhales became. With little warning, he started to push her back forward under the flow of water to clean her off, and after a moment or two, he turned her around carefully, pushed her against the wall, and dropped down standing on the balls of his feet. In one motion, he spread her lips apart with his fingers and lapped at her love button with his tongue, taking giant, long, slow licks as he looked up at her. Ariel grabbed his head as she stared back down, and split her legs a bit to allow him access to do more. As she did, Thomas pushed in a finger slowly inside, and made a "come hither" motion with it, pressing it against her g-spot with each stroke. Now her moans became more vocal, they echoed inside the shower and into his ears, they encouraged him to push her further to the edge. So he tasted her like a forbidden dessert, like he was starving and her orgasm was a feast a mile in front of him. He sucked on it her button, he fucked her with now two fingers, she was gripping his head and tugging at his hair demanding he not stop until he was full. She came loud, her organ contracted and relaxed in spasms around his fingers. With not much energy left, she had to brace herself against the wall and used his head to keep from collapsing. Her head was blank, the pleasure and sensations had taken over her thoughts. When the fog cleared, she thought for a moment she should get on her knees, and give her master a return on the feeling she just had, even if it would be an inexperienced taste in comparison. Before she could follow through, he was already kissing up her body as he rose up next to her. And when was standing straight, he careful hold of both her legs as he lifted them up. He let go of her for a moment as she wrapped her legs around him for support, and he took hold of the shower head to redirect the flow of water to right between them, over both their bodies. When he had the position just right, he turned his hands back to their situation, one to hold her face still as he came in to kiss her, and the other to guide his cock inside her still in spasm pussy, inch by inch. She broke away from his kiss when he was down to the hilt, but stood strong and bit down on his neck, preparing for the incoming assault. She prepared without need; something was different, although he took no time pressing his full length inside, he wasn't rough at all. Instead, he took his time, handled her gently, and hadn't even begun to take strokes. Her master, who she was slave to just minute earlier, was calm. He placed his hand back on her cheek, urging her to join his lips again, nearly begging, and when she did, he met her with a soft compassion he hadn't before. She hardly notice that he began to barely buck against her, more of a grind than a hard fuck. Each stroke pressed at her g-spot when at full depth, and the slow speed at which he stimulated her alone nearly drove her crazy with anticipation. Thomas showed not a single sign he would be aggressive, not one thrust was taken without care or concern for her own pleasure, not one kiss hungered to destroy or harm her. Part of her was in love with it, where earlier she loved being controlled, part of her now loved being loved. The attraction of the idea started to crescendo, the more she felt and desired his love and care, and the more she thought about it, the faster she began to build again. She broke from their eternally long kiss to gasp for air. He smiled, and she realized her feeling his love was getting him off too; his breath began to labor alongside hers, their chests both heaving a bit more, nearly synchronized with one another. "That's right, cum for me, cum with me, I want to feel you with me, feel what I feel, I need it" he groaned in a whisper. It set her off, her incoming climax set him off, they had created some impossible infinite chain of pleasure. Without a word but what each other's picturesque glances gave and each other's moans could tell, they settled down off their combined orgasm slowly, until he stopped grinding and she stopped moving her hips with him. She couldn't remember making the decision to rotate and throw her hips around, he couldn't remember the words he just said that had prompted her to do so. For a while they were motionless besides their chests, pumping air into their tired bodies, and a stare into the other's eyes. She slide one leg from around him down to the shower floor, then the other, and he braced her when her legs bowed a bit. When she could stand on her own, he left her side to cut off the water, grab her a towel, and wrapped her body in it before tending to his own. She took his hand when he offered it, and he led them back to the bedroom, quietly. She blushed a bit when he began to look at the mess they made of the place, and more when she thought about the things she said to him earlier. He smiled when he saw her face but said nothing, instead he ventured out to look for some underwear and his pajama bottoms, dropped off his towel, then put them both on. Ariel was looking around for her own clothes but instead of having to get them, he interrupted her search by pulling open a drawer, taking a shirt of his out, and offering it to her. Her New Master "Here, you can wear this, we'll find your things later," he said as she took it and flipped it on, a brown shirt with the Hershey's Milk Chocolate candy stamped on it. He laid down on the bed, and smiled looking at her, still standing by the end of the bed. She got the hint, and crawled in from the foot of the bed to him, each leg on either side of him, and sat on his hips looking back down. "You know, for someone who didn't know what they were doing, you were amazing today, I'm pretty impressed," he said passively. "Shut up!" she scoffed, but with red flushing to her cheeks. "I don't think there's much I can teach you, if anything." "I'm sure you'll come up with something." He pondered her words for a moment and motioned for her to lay down. She did, and she rested her head on his chest. "Well maybe...I can teach you how to obey better," he offered. "I guess, I don't know..." He played with her hair as much as her still damp hair would allow, and she blushed further still. "You're pretty cute you know, Ariel." "I am not!" she shouted in rejection. "Nah, I'm pretty sure you are, look at you, cute body, perfect hair, adorable eyes, you clean up pretty good." "RAWR!" was all she shouted back. He laughed, then thought on it. "I'll teach you everything I can or that you're curious about, BUT, all of this is mine," he gestured to her body, "all of it, when we're in here doing these things." She stared at it at him for a moment, but nodded and said, "Okay." "Well in any case, I should think on what to call you...I don't think you take too well to whore or slave too well." "No, really?" He flared up a bit and slapped her across the face, She got just as mad and hit him back, but he took it well. "Well someone's not too happy with that either huh, how about...you can be my little monster," he suggested. "RAAAAWR!" she shouted at him again. He laughed and grabbed at her butt. "Hey! That's mine!" "Not when I'm around, remember?" "Oh...yes," she said shyly but with a smile. "Yes what, my little monster, what do you call me?" "Yes, master." "That's my good girl." Her New Master Ch. 02 She has been yearning to see him again. After her first visit she's thought of little else. She was both repulsed and attracted by him...and the attraction has now won out. She is feeling a longing in her gut for his attentions. She wants nothing more than to give herself over to him. She is back for another night of his special brand of debauchery. As instructed, she's attired in red nylons, garter belt and heels...the "uniform of the day". She knows that anything she wears over that will be removed upon her arrival. Her hair is nicely done, as usual, and her lips glisten with a red gloss. She rings the bell. No one answers so she rings again. The door buzzes; she opens it and enters. No one greets her, but there is a small sign that says, "Remove your outer clothing and proceed to the basement". She lays her clothes over the back of the couch and descends the stairs. It is dimly lit but she can see well enough to make her way. She finds herself in a nearly empty room. There is an overhead light and a large full-length mirror on one wall. She thinks to herself that this must be the room she was in the last time...when she was so disoriented. She notices that it's carpeted though, which she doesn't recall, and there's a wooden chair in the middle. She can't make out what's on or near the un-mirrored walls...they are in shadow. She's not sure whether to sit down on the chair or continue to stand. She decides to stand. She thinks about touching herself but manages to resist. She's regarding her image in the mirror, checking to see if her hair is in place and her nylons are straight, when a door in the shadows opens and he enters. He's wearing a black leather vest, chaps and boots. His genitalia and his ass are fully exposed. He's holding a leather flogger. He doesn't speak a word as he flicks the flogger to "crack" the strands like a whip. She finds that unsettling. She is afraid to look at him. He walks around her taking in the view. She keeps her eyes to the floor. She is lovely. He turns her so her back is to the mirror, leans in to take in her fragrances, then he breaks the silence with, In what manner is this slave going to serve her Master tonight? She will do whatever her Master commands, sir. And what does this slave expect in return?, he asks. Nothing, sir. Then we shall proceed. He flicks the flogger across her back...not hard but sufficient to get her attention. Then he trails it along her shoulders and down her arms. Her skin tingles. It arouses her instantly. He gives her back a whack. She shudders. Thank you sir, she blurts. He gives her another. She shudders again and thanks him again. He trails it over her plump ass cheeks, then gives them a whack. Oh, yes, she whispers. He whacks her again, this time harder, it's the first real sting. She gulps, then with much pleasure in her voice, thanks him for it. He trails back up along her shoulders and down over her breasts and across her nipples. The sensation is very erotic. He quickly whacks her breasts. She expels a puff of air as she shudders her biggest shudder so far! Oh thank you, sir! She swallows hard. That is excruciatingly pleasurable to her. He whacks her breasts again. More shuddering, more thank you sirs. Her nipples feel like they are on fire! He takes one between his thumb and forefinger and gives it a pinch. She expels an involuntary "Oh!" as she shudders, nearly convulses! Would you like to touch yourself, he asks. Yes please, sir. Perhaps later, he responds. He can tell by her gasps that she might very well cum without touching herself. He backs off to let her cool momentarily. He directs her to turn around to face the mirror. He takes a seat in the chair behind her. He runs his hand over her hose above the knees, puts his finger over the stocking tops, runs them along inside to sense what her legs must feel when sheathed in nylon as they are. His cock has been getting harder with each of her shudders, but now that he has the aroma of nylon in his nostrils it is fully hard. The precum is issuing from the slit and migrating down the shaft like sap down a tree trunk. The sight of her delectable ass so close to his face is contributing its share to his current state as well. He trails a finger up the back of her thigh until it contacts her very ample overhang, then puts his mouth directly on one of her cheeks, and sucks as much of the succulent flesh into his mouth as he can. He repeats on the other one, then runs his tongue down along the luscious fold of the overhang, lapping and licking. He nearly inhales her ass; it is so irresistible! He reaches between her legs to run his finger along her pussy lips, tweaks her clit, then pulls back. She sucks in a breath of air! Shudders again! Is visibly shivering in the aftermath. He directs her to kneel before him as he sits with his legs apart, his massive hard-on inches from her face. He tells her she cannot touch his cock, but she may fondle his balls. They are heavy and the sac hangs low. She cups them up, gets a sense of their mass as the weighty balls roll around. She lifts them to her tongue, wiggles the tip to prod them. She grips around the top of the sac to gently squeeze them down so they're straining to get out, then turns the whole thing up to her mouth to tongue them lasciviously, like a testicular lollipop! Her Master finds the sight of her long tongue and succulent lips to be most appealing! He directs her to tongue the head of his now bulging cock, which she eagerly does. Yes-s-s, he whispers. She strokes his precum coated shaft with her slender hand while gently sucking the head with her beautiful mouth. Her lovely hair hangs forward onto her Master's pelvis as she runs the tip of her tongue into his slit, then licks him all along the shaft. Her Master marvels at her oral skills. He is quite taken by his new slave and wants to reward her for her extraordinary service. He directs her to sit back; he tells her he has other things in mind that he no longer wants to delay. She is still shaking from the pleasure of his cock in her mouth and the other endearments he has bestowed so far. She has not cum, but she has experienced some sexual delicacies she will not soon forget. He places a leather collar around her neck, then connects a leather leash to it. He tugs on the leash to pull her in closer to him as he bends down to put his tongue in her mouth. She opens her mouth for him...offers her tongue in return...they writhe together. The taste of her pleases him greatly. He stands up and directs her to go to all fours as he reacquires his flogger. He whacks her ass with it and pulls the leash to position her at his side like a show dog. Then whacks her ass again to signal that it is time for her to crawl along beside him. He tells her he wants to introduce her to his "little dog", Pedro. Pedro is near the wall...only a shadowy outline is apparent. As she approaches "him" she realizes he is a machine...a fucking machine. There's a motor on one end, some gears and a flywheel connected to a long rod. The motor has a furry tail taped to it, presumably to resemble a dog. On the other end of the rod is a latex phallus, very real and lifelike, with bulging veins and a flared head. It's a replica of her Master's cock. She feels a void in her pussy that she would love to have Pedro fill. Her Master commands her to lick it. She dutifully flicks her long tongue at the head, then puts her glossy red lips over it to suck on it. That's a good doggie, he whispers. Her pussy is dripping wet. As she licks, her Master gets a nice view of both her beckoning pussy and her lapping tongue. He is quite aroused by the sight! He drops the leash for a moment and pulls the apparatus over into the light. She takes some pleasure at the sight of her Master's stiff dong and rather tongue worthy ass as he wrestles his Pedro to a position in front of the mirror. She is careful not to reveal her pleasure, nor even that she has peeked. He nevertheless suspects that she has and reminds her that she must request permission to look at his body. Yes sir, she replies. With Pedro in position, her Master snaps his fingers and points to signal her to crawl over near Pedro. He enjoys the sight of her body as she crawls...her shoulders and her hips moving in concert...her magnificent ass jiggling behind! As she approaches, he switches on the power and Pedro starts to slowly stroke back and forth. He controls both the length of stroke and the speed with a handheld remote. She is quite intrigued and her eyes reveal a genuine desire. Her Master directs her to take a sitting position in front of the oscillating machine with her knees up. She sees her image in the mirror just beyond Pedro. Her Master hands her two leather thigh cuffs and directs her to place them just above her knees. He tells her to cross her arms over her chest at the wrists. He places a leather cuff on each wrist, then with her knees drawn up, he hooks all four cuffs together and then the ensemble to her collar with short leather clip-on straps. She is effectively hog-tied, but she has free movement of her head and her nylon sheathed legs below the knees. Her pussy is not just dripping, it is flowing. She is beside herself with anticipation. Her Master has prepared her well. He positions behind her on his haunches and forces her to lean back with her head on his "lap". Her legs come up as she leans back, so that her well coifed pussy is exposed to Pedro. Her garter straps are pulled tightly, making a long indent in the skin along her ass and the backs of her thighs. Her shapely nylon sheathed calves scissor slowly as her Master controls Pedro's advances toward her waiting cunt. Once at the entrance, he turns up the control one notch to slowly enter his deserving slave. She gasps as the head makes its first penetration. She presses down trying to get some leverage to push onto it. Her Master increases the stroke to insert more deeply. She groans with the pleasure. Her heavy breathing portends an early orgasm. She looks down to see the latex dong stroking in and out...she heaves and shudders in ecstasy as the first wave comes over her! How she has been waiting for this...from the first sight of her Master's body to the sting of his lash! Now she is cutting loose. She is cumming oh so good! Gasping! Thanking her Master over and over! He backs Pedro to the idle position. He lets her calm down...let's her savor her orgasm. He caresses her breasts, circles his thumbs around her nipples, which are scrunched up against her arms. Her body, her face, are too beautiful for words. It's not long before he notices her responding. She is ready for more. Without speaking he brings Pedro back up, only this time he raises the speed some and sets a deeper penetration. Pedro begins his relentless pounding. She is soon gasping again. Another orgasm is coming up. The way she looks into her Master's eyes it is clear the sensation is wonderful! Pedro pounding...her Master holding her...Pedro pounding. Her legs are pumping, her eyes are rolling back...she is cumming long and deep! The current travels throughout her body! Oh! Oh! Oh! Of course Pedro keeps pounding until his master slows him. Then her Master rolls her over on her side - she resembles a big ball - and repositions Pedro for a side entry. He then lies next to her at her back while Pedro awaits further instructions. Her Master runs his finger over her pussy lips from behind her, then gently tweaks her clit. He senses her desire for more of Pedro, so he lines him up again. She raises one leg just enough to accomodate her mechanical lover. At his master's command he slips into her again. First at a slow speed. The feel of that thickness inside her and its perpetual hardness moving in and out without tiring works its magic on her. She is climbing that wall for the third time. Her Master licks her earlobe, then slithers his tongue in her ear. His cock is against the small of her back undulating against her while its latex replica is tearing at her insides. The thought of two cocks and a tongue tending to her desires in such an immediate way pushes her over the top. She convulses this time...gasping again...but this time with seemingly more urgency! Another orgasm overtakes her! This one is true ecstasy! Now she has lost all control! She wants more orgasms. She wants to cum all night! She both thanks her Master and begs for more! He grants her wish and turns up Pedro another notch. The machine pounds her deeper and faster! She is frantic! The feeling in her pussy is heavenly! The way she is bound in her restraints! The way her Master's arms are around her! The way his hard cock is against her back! Her orgasm just leaps at her...she pauses briefly...then she wells up again...cums again...pauses briefly...then cums again! She cums at such a rapid pace she can't get her thank you sirs out fast enough! She is becoming a cumming machine...it is fantastic! After a few more of these, she finally seems to regain some composure as her Master slows Pedro and withdraws him. That was the most delicious string of orgasms she could imagine. She lost count...it seemed like a continuous stream washing her along. It was incredible! Nevertheless, her Master judges that she is not yet sated. He let's her rest for a moment, then he rolls her over onto her knees. She sits on the back of her ankles, her butt squishes against her high heels. Her restraints keep her torso nearly parallel with her thighs, but she can raise her head up if she has to. The more comfortable position is to put her cheek to the floor...and for the moment that is exactly what she does. Which raises her butt up slightly. Her Master is still quite aroused and he is not about to end these festivities until he has taken his pleasure. He aligns Pedro's "manhood" up to his slaves protruding ass. She feels the still wet phallus probing her anus. She knew it might come to this, but she is prepared to give herself over to whatever her Master wishes her to do. He has bestowed incredible enjoyment upon her tonight...it is a night she will never forget. Her devotion to him is now complete. Under his master's control, Pedro enters her warm asshole. Slowly to let her ease into it, but then the pace picks up. Soon she is being impaled on the huge protuberance, grunting in response to each thrust! Good god, this thing could split her in two! Her Master lifts her head up, tilts it to one side, brushes back her lovely hair. He runs his finger along her smooth throat and up onto her soft lips. His fully hard dong, dripping with precum, is across her neck. He aligns with her mouth...she opens...her tongue contacts his head once more. It dances and flicks, then laps over it and around the edges. He pushes in...she opens more to accomodate his full thickness. He slides in inch by inch. Her lips caress the shaft as it slips by. He aligns her throat to accept his full length, which she receives hungrily. He pumps her mouth and throat as Pedro penetrates her ass. He takes great pleasure at the sight of that in the mirror! She is unable to move, she can only accept his cock down her throat and his proxy in her ass! He totally possesses her! If he had a third cock he would surely fill her glistening pussy with it. As she sucks him, he reaches for his flogger. His first blow is to her back. She squeaks. It surprises her. The sting of it adds a new sensation to those already bathing her brain. The second blow is directly on her ass. Then another. With Pedro doing his thing and now the flogger, her ass is nearing sensory overload. With each subsequent blow her Master is thrusting deeper into her throat. She can feel herself rising yet again! Her Master grants her permission to cum. He continues to whack her. Her bum is numb from it. All of her senses are flooded. Bur each blow somehow adds more fuel to the flame! She is overwhelmed and consumed by the lust of it! Her Master's cock is relentlessly violating her mouth and throat...his balls are banging against her chin...Pedro is tending to her nether regions as the flogger lands in blow after blow! She is letting go...she is on a sea...the waves are crashing...she is going to cum! Her mouth involuntarily opens wider...she twitches and jerks...then shudders in her restraints as her entire body is cumming!!! She becomes her orgasm!!! Her Master heaves and thrusts...he strains...he groans in ecstasy as his huge load blasts her throat like a cannon...recoils and fires again! His balls shake with each spasm as they empty their contents. Load after load fills her mouth and throat...she could drown in his cum! She swallows as much of it as she can, but some escapes her lips onto her chin and drips off in gobs onto the floor. They are both out of breath...holding frozen there...unable to move. They are disoriented by there orgasm together, still twitching in the aftermath. As they each start to come around, they sigh...a long sigh of incredible relief. A relief like no other. They are finally sated. Her New Master Ch. 03 It is to be her third visit to her new master. The pleasure she felt at her first visit was fantastic. The pleasure she experienced at her second visit was beyond anything she could have ever imagined. She had no idea such pleasures even existed, let alone that they were attainable. Her new Master seems to know exactly what it is she needs and when she needs it. And he knows it long before she does! It's been a week since she last saw him. She has dreamt of him every night...longed for his cock...longed for his lash...longed for his complete dominance of her. She has thought of him during much of each day too. He has become an obsession. He possesses her completely, yet he is loving and nurturing. He demands a great deal from her, but he always provides her with incredible pleasures. Pleasures he is not obligated to bestow. She simply can't get him out of her mind. She has been instructed to arrive at 8 pm again, but this time he tells her not to wear anything special because she will be dressing very specially when she gets there. He does tell her to wear her hair up and to gloss her lips in black. He gives no further instruction or explanation. Of course she will dress in any way that pleases him...she will do anything that pleases him. She rings the doorbell as before, but this time the door opens to his smiling face. He greets her cordially, then ushers her into the living room. He takes her coat and offers her a seat. It is a business atmosphere...friendly and relaxed...but not intimate...he expresses no endearments for her. She doesn't expect any, but she does notice his seemingly professional demeanor. The sexual aura he exudes though is overwhelming. His eyes fix on hers, he speaks confidently...no hesitation, no qualifiers...he impresses her as one who knows exactly what he wants and that he has no doubt that he will get it. He's dressed in shiny black latex pants and a white silk shirt with a high collar. A couple of the topmost buttons are undone to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of skin on his broad chest. He's about a foot taller than her, so his physical presence is both intimidating and dominant. He could pick her up off the floor and have his way with her easily, but he is reserved and respectful. Clearly, he is a gentleman. After some brief chit-chat...and some very sexy eye contact...he suggests they retire to his dungeon. Her eyes widen at the prospect. She is already feeling moist, so his words go right through her. He takes her by the arm as they descend the stair. She nestles one breast against him. The closeness of him and the anticipation of what is to come is exhilarating! There is already a tingle in her loins. The room looks basically the same as it did the last time she was here. The same overhead light, the same mirrored wall, the same shadowy edges. Close to the mirror, however, is an odd shaped object covered by a leather tarp. Pedro's tail is sticking out from under it at the end near the mirror. But some kind of superstructure extends out into the room, that while covered...or maybe because it is covered...is rather ominous. It's not large, but it has a protrusion at one end that sticks up. It's a little eerie. She might feel uneasy if she were with any of her former Masters, but she feels no uneasiness with her new Master. More and more trust is building in with each visit. She feels very secure in his company. He walks her over near one wall where there are some articles of latex clothing draped over a rack. There are two chairs nearby. He instructs her to undress then don the black latex "stockings" and garter belt, and the black latex opera gloves. He wants her to remain barefooted for the moment. She quickly strips off her clothes and begins to put on the "stockings", when he tells her to slow down...that he wants to watch her slip the thin latex over her smooth limbs. He sits in one chair and her in the other, facing him. As she inches the latex over one leg then the other, smoothing it with her long fingers, he drinks in the view of her shapely thighs and the beautiful muff glistening at their juncture. It is now he who is feeling a tingle in his loins. When she gets the garter into place and the stays fastened, he tells her to put on the stilettos. She obediently slips one foot into one then the other. While still sitting, she raises her shiny legs up off the floor to scissor the stilettos. Her Master finds that very appealing! Without further instruction she dons the opera gloves, also very slowly. She doesn't look at her Master but she senses that he is enjoying the show. She pulls one on and up over her elbow, then the other. They are the perfect counterpoint to her latex sheathed legs. While raising her arms above her head, she twirls around for him. His cock gets an instant twinge. There is so much he likes about his new slave! While standing behind her, he reaches into the jewelry box next to the rack to pull out two crystal earrings, very dangly. He places them on her ears, then leans in to nuzzle them with his nose. He nibbles down her neck and along one bare shoulder. The warmth of his breath on her skin raises goosebumps. He reaches in again to produce a diamond choker that he places on her slender neck. It and the earrings are the perfect accent to shiny black latex and black-glossed lips. He turns her around to inspect her breasts. Her nipples are taut. They seemingly beg to be fondled and pinched. He touches one with the back of his forefinger, then the other. She gasps. He reaches into the jewelry box again for some nipple clamps; pulls out a pair that have tiny silver bells on the end. Oh these should be perfect, he thinks. He attaches one to each nipple then flicks the bell to confirm that it tinkles. The tension provided by the weight of the bells adds just the sort of stimulation she needs above the tinkling to keep her aware of her tits in the action to follow. In fact, she is already quite aroused. If only her pussy could get some attention. Ah, but she shouldn't think too much about that. Her focus should be on obeying her Master's commands. He directs her to parade in front of him. He wants to take in all her visual charms as she saunters in the stilettos, her thighs flexing, her nipple bells tinkling with each jiggle of her voluptuous body. The sight of her does indeed play directly to his carnal instincts. His cock is straining against his latex pants. He acquires his favorite flogger, the leather one with extra long strands. As she takes a parade-rest stance, he flicks it across her very ample derriere. With her thighs parted and her back slightly arched, the plump flesh of her ass is accentuated, which maximizes the overhang above her thighs. It is extra ripe for flogging! He gives it a good whack. She recoils, then thanks him, as she truly does enjoy his lash! He whacks her again. She moans for more. This early foreplay is his favorite phase of any encounter...it is where the boundaries get set...where his partner first shows the level of submission he can expect. And this slave is particularly adept at playing this part of the game. She has yet to fail to excite him! Her physical appearance and her abject submission to him is unsurpassed! She loves what he's doing to her and that in itself is an aphrodisiac he cannot resist! He's quite anxious to introduce her to his new apparatus. It's his latest - and quite ingenious - restraint system. He pulls the tarp off of it and Pedro. Wah-lah! It is simple really. An H-shaped frame flat on the floor with a riser bar mounted on the spine of the "H". On top of the riser bar is a metal "noose". It is larger than her neck but smaller than her head. She will be on all fours. Her neck will be locked in the "noose" to restrict movement, but not to immobilize her. Her ankles and wrists will be cuffed to the ends of the "H". Pedro will be right behind her. [Author's note: Pedro is a fucking machine. "He" is described in Her New Master - Part 2] Her eyes light up. Her Master directs her to the floor. He wants her to crawl over to the apparatus and get into position. She quickly obeys. He takes great pleasure in her crawling. Her nipple bells tinkle. Her smooth white skin contrasts with the shiny black latex as she slinks across the floor. It makes his cock ache. He unzips to allow it some freedom. His slave gets a glimpse of it in the mirror as she crawls toward the "H". He removes his balls so they are hanging out of his pants too, then zips up around the whole ensemble. His disembodied cock and balls now reside outside his latex pants. He has become a sheet of latex with a cock! She crawls into position; wrists and ankles at the corners. She places her lovely neck across the lower half of the opened "noose"; he closes the upper half and locks it in place. Then he cuffs her ankles and wrists. She is secure. She couldn't touch herself now even if he gave her permission. Her pussy is already flowing with her juices...she is craving contact...any kind of contact. He checks all of her restraints, then from behind her he tugs on her hair. She is wearing it up as he had instructed her, so it is easily grasped. He pulls her head up and asks her if she's comfortable. Oh, no sir. This slave is in heaven, she purrs. He smiles to himself, then steps back and delivers a hard blow to her back with his flogger. She is startled! A shock goes through her! Oh thank you sir, she chokes. He whacks her ass with the same effect. Then the back of her thighs...her nipple bells tinkle with each blow. She thanks him for each flogging. She wants more but dares not ask for fear she might get more than she wants. She will place her trust in her Master's judgment...he will know just where to take her! He swings the flogger up from below to contact her abdomen, then her breasts. The nipple bells tinkle more loudly...each tinkle signaling another small pleasure. He trails the flogger over her shoulders and down one of her upper arms above the latex opera gloves. Then repeatedly flogs the exposed flesh of her arms. Her whole body shudders with each contact. He is taking her up onto a high plateau. The sensation is incredible! And as she soars, so does he! Seeing her like this drives him all the madder for her! The recoils of her body...the shuddering...her moaning...he must have her! Pedro will have to wait. Her Master will take his pleasure first. He kneels behind her on one knee...presses the pulsing head of his cock between her glistening pussy lips. She pushes back against him, but her head hits the "noose", limiting her movement. He pulls back...just out of her range. He will remain in control. She aches to have him impale her! She wants to be violated! She's gasping! Shuddering! He finds her clit with his cockhead...rubs it over her little button...then moves out along the lips and up her crack to her fiery anus...coating all her secret places with a mixture of his pre-cum and her sweet nectars. She pauses momentarily to savor the sensation...to appreciate the little touches he bestows. He slides his shaft along her crack as he relishes having his cock between her ass cheeks. No penetration...just surrounded by her magnificent ass flesh! He slaps her ass with each stroke! She squeaks her thanks in a most feminine way as her nipple bells tinkle. He slips the head down her crack and back to the entrance to her hungry pussy! At last, he slips into her tight gash. She opens for him...accepting his thrusts...loving his thickness deep within her. His strokes are long and deep. His balls bang against her clit and the close cropped "landing strip" of her luscious cunt. She is built for this...perfectly designed to give a man pleasure. He pumps her good, stroke after pounding stroke. She'd love to cum but holds off with all her strength. She wants to please her Master. She doesn't want to disappoint him in any way. He is heaving and grunting. Each thrust sends a ripple of her flesh across her ass and a shock to her innermost being. He is inhabiting her body now, not just her mind. She is possessed totally by him! He lurches and jerks! His hot load wells up in his balls. He grunts involuntarily...a deep animalistic grunt! Then his huge cock quivers and spasms as he ejaculates! His cum blasts her internals! It comes in waves...fills her up! She begs for permission to cum: he grants it. She convulses! Her ass undulates, her cheeks tense as she bears down on his manhood; she nearly vibrates as her orgasm overtakes her! She gasps at the pleasure of it...oh it is so good! The restraints multiplying the pleasure of her Master's lash...the nipple clamps...the bells...his cock inside her...his thick ejaculate filling her up. It is a heaven she has not known before. He begins to come down. He is most pleased with his new slave. His finishing strokes are as much for her pleasure as his. He wants her to have contentment...but only as it relates to his. His appetites are huge, his capacities are enormous. She will always have to yield to him...to satisfy his urges first. Then, and only then, will he reward her according to her success in pleasing him. For what she has brought him tonight he has a special treat in mind. The time has come for Pedro to do what he does best. Her Master slips out of her and positions Pedro to take his place. He moves to the front of his slave, taking in the view of her gorgeous body as he maneuvers into position, kneeling once again on one knee. The sight of his still throbbing cock, with his balls exposed against the latex of his pants, excites her even as she is still savoring her orgasm. He offers his cock to her mouth. She tongues it greedily. She licks the residual cum off the head, then he grabs her hair to direct her mouth along the shaft. He watches her lap and lick in her very appealing way...her dangly earrings dangling as she works. Using his remote control, he advances Pedro to contact her glorious pussy. He slides him in her tight gash... slowly...inch by inch. The cum still in her pussy provides extra lubricant. Some of it leaks by her cunt lips and along the shaft. The sight of that in the mirror immediately raises her Master's excitement level...enhances the beautiful machinations of her mouth that he feels on the head of his cock. As he turns up the pace and length of Pedro's thrusts, he takes satisfaction in seeing his own cum now coating Pedro's phallus as it moves in and out. His slave is now doing her share of grunting as Pedro slams her cunt over and over. Her nipple bells are all a-tinkle. Her Master senses that she is welling up quickly. Without her asking for it, he grants her permission to cum whenever - and as often as - she pleases. She thanks him with a great sense of relief in her voice. It is not long. She nearly chokes on his cock as she gulps and gags. Jerking again like before, her ass quivers as she gets her cookies real good. A prelude to what is to come. Her Master pumps her mouth more deeply. Her black-glossed lips slip along his shaft. Her drool drips off her chin. He pushes in even deeper; she responds by opening wider. She wants to give him all the deep throat she can. She craves being filled at both ends! As he pumps her mouth and throat, he ups Pedro's speed. His slave responds with eager squeaks! She is loving it! It is a dream of hers to be fucked deeply in her cunt and her mouth at the same time! Getting it like this...restrained as she is...with the relentless pounding of Pedro...and her Master's powerful cock down her throat...is true ecstasy! She's out of control again. Just like she was in her last visit! Only it's her pussy, not her ass that's getting it. It's her pussy that needs it the most this time, and it's her Master who understands that perfectly. He knew even before she did. And now she is being carried along on two cocks. She is floating...she cums quickly, the spasms are delicious...then there is a trough...then another rises just as quickly. Which only spurs on more. Her Master turns Pedro up to rabbit speed...rapid, deep strokes. She quakes with the next one! Then another! Her Master's cock in her mouth feels like it will explode soon. He is breathing heavily again...another load is building. Pedro gives her orgasm after orgasm! He never lets up! It is a continuous hose-stream of orgasms! She is delirious! It is finally starting to subside when her Master takes his flogger to her behind. With his eyes fixed on her flexing cheeks in the mirror, and with Pedro pumping her cunt, he flogs her beautiful ass! The strands land on her meaty cheeks, and down in her crack where Pedro is pumping. She feels them strike her elongated pussy lips as they grip Pedro's shaft on the backstrokes. Her Master is as relentless as Pedro. She starts cumming again! It is beyond belief! The flogging of her ass and pussy are driving her out of her mind! She can barely breathe! Her Master's balls are banging her chin, his flogger is having its way with her behind. Her pussy has never been flogged while it's being so totally fucked! Something short-circuits. She goes into a convulsion of orgasms! Her entire body vibrates! The bells are ringing! Her eyes roll back as she seems to depart this world. Seeing this is too much. Her Master enters another world as well. He jerks and grunts. His load streams out of him of its own accord! Flies down her throat! A low roar emanates from his curled lips. He is more beast than man! He too has lost all control! Time fades out...then gradually back in. They begin to revive...to return to reality. Neither can yet fathom what has just occurred. He backs Pedro's speed down, then withdraws him. Her pussy is thoroughly drenched. His balls are thoroughly drained. He has not had a slave cum like this before! She has not had a Master take her this far before! He pulls out of her mouth, bends down to kiss her. The taste of his cum is still on her lips. He quickly unlocks the "noose" and undoes all her cuffs. She sits back on her heels, then rises. Her nipple bells tinkle...echoing the exquisite couplings they just experienced. He removes them and bends down to run his tongue over her just barely sore nipples...not to stimulate them, but to soothe them. He takes her into his arms. It is their first and last embrace of the evening. She will be leaving soon - tomorrow is a workday for them both. But this night's delectable debaucheries will linger in their minds for a long time.