6 comments/ 37131 views/ 9 favorites His Possession By: rosesubslut I'm restless on the plane, not able to sleep at all. I'm counting the hours until I am back in Your arms again, this time for good. I've never been so happy or so nervous. It's been six months since I last saw You and I hope You still desire me as much as You did when we first met. We've spoken often about my place with You and You've agreed once W/we are in the same place for an extended period of time, I am to be Your submissive slave. The thought has dominated my every waking moment since You told me You were a Dominant during O/our first night alone together. I knew then that You were different. I just didn't understand HOW different, special, and wonderfully perfect for me You were. I am shuffling in my seat, trying to get comfortable. This is never an easy task in a tiny economy airplane row, however it has been made much more uncomfortable with Your two additional traveling companions that You ordered me to wear. The first item is a larger than usual butt plug. I am surprised at this, as usually You prefer the smaller one for long distances for comfort and maintaining tightness. This time it seems You desire extreme discomfort for this 12 hour final flight to You. You instructed me to have it in my carry-on bag and once through security in LA, enter the restroom and insert the plug. You instructed me to use as little lube as possible only to get the plug into my ass. I am not allowed to relube at any time, increasing the feeling of discomfort. I am not feeling stretched wide as much as excruciatingly full. The plug is firmly in place, deeply seated as far in my ass as it can go because my entire body weight is pushing it in. It seems this only adds to my arousal, as I am continually wet and can only seem to focus on my body and the discomfort it is in. The other item You demanded I wear for You is a chain with nipple clamps on each end and a clamp that extended to the clit. These are tweezer-type clamps. You instructed me to go into the lavatory with 4 hours left on the flight and attach them to my nipples and clit firmly so that they do not come off. While there, You instruct me to change my clothes into the tiny jeans skirt that barely covers my ass, a sexy tank top, and black stiletto heels. You instruct me to remove all underwear including bra and panties. I am also to put my hair up into pig tails on either side of my head. I am not allowed any make up and I must wash myself in the lavatory and be prepared for You once I am off the plane. You give me the option on whether or not I choose to wear perfume. As I turn to review my reflection in the tiny restroom, I am horrified. You can see the nipple clamps through the tank top and when I turn I swear You can see the base of the red butt plug sticking out from under the tiny skirt. I turn bright red and try not to panic. I remind myself that I no longer have a choice in any of these decisions. You have given me strict instructions and I must follow them without question or hesitation. You have allowed me to bring a coat with me, as it is winter, however it doesn't cover much below my skirt. My stomach is in knots as I leave the plane and head for the baggage area with my carry-on bag over my shoulder. As I stand at the carousel, I feel the plug shifting in my ass as it is stretching me each time I move. I keep thinking someone around me has seen under my skirt and I blush again involuntarily. I see my bag coming around and I have a wave of heat hit me as I realize I will have to bend down to pick up my bag off the carousel! I walk to an area by the entrance of the conveyer belt where there is a wall behind me. As I grab the bag, I feel my skirt come up over my ass cheeks and hurriedly put the bag down on the ground. I grab the handle at the top and breathe a sigh of relief, thinking no one saw me. As I look up and head toward customs, I see a young man kitty-corner to me with a huge grin on his face looking at me as if I were a steak and he hadn't eaten in days. I immediately flush a shade of almost purple and scurry down the hall. I easily pass through customs and I make my way through the several corridors toward the exit. My heart is beating out of my chest now in anticipation of being with You in person again. As I round the corner and go through the exit doors, I immediately spot You off to the right side by the ropes waiting for me. To my horror, You are holding one of those silly signs You spoke about last time I was here that says "My pet." You smile at me with that evil, amazing smile and I make a bee-line toward You. I immediately drop my bags and rush to Your side. Just as I'm about to throw my arms around You, I stop. You never gave me instructions on greeting You. What if I'm presumptuous? What if a hug isn't what You wish? I don't want to be in trouble the first minute in Your presence. Instead of going with my instinct, I slow and simply stand before You, my head bowed slightly, hands to my side. I feel You staring at me intently. Out of the corner of my eye I can see You begin to move toward me. You come within millimeters of me without touching me and whisper into my ear "Good girl." I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing I have pleased You. You reach up, grab a fistful of my hair, and roughly pull me toward You for a brutal, passionate kiss. I'm reeling from the taste of You, Your aggressive hold on me making me lose my composure. I forget W/we are in the airport terminal until someone next to U/us clears her throat. I'm snapped back into reality and try to pull away from you, embarrassed. You do not release me. You get a tighter hold on my hair and keep me firmly against You. I hear you whisper into my ear. "That, my dear, was Your first mistake. You do not ever pull away from Me unless or until I decide to release You. You are Mine now and as such You will do as I desire. You will be punished later for this infraction." Immediately my heart jumps in my throat and I blush yet again. You know I'm embarrassed at this public display and correction. You again whisper into my ear, sending shivers up my spine. "You are not to be embarrassed by anything I desire of You. You may blush, in fact I enjoy the involuntary response, however You should never be embarrassed when in My service. You are now My property, My submissive, My slave, My pet. You do as I tell you without shame. Understood?" All I can manage is a soft yes Sir, still in shock, but more so, disappointed in my reaction. I never imagined I'd still need instruction on how to be His slave. You hug me tight, smile while looking deep into my eyes, and release me. You instruct me to pick up my carry-on bag while You get my larger pack and You reach for my hand. You lead me out of the airport and over to Your car which seems to be parked very far away considering the lack of cars in the lot. You take the bag from me, unlock the boot, and load my bags into the car. You come around and open my car door for me and I start to get in when You put Your hand on my arm and stop me. You pull me up to face you and push me against the car. One hand goes immediately down my tank top and the other I feel down at the bottom of my skirt. The hand in my top grasps one of the nipple clips and pulls quickly, popping it off my nipple and causing an immediate shock of pain. You swiftly move Your hand and grasp the other clip and pull yet again. With both nipple clamps undone, You grab the center chain and hank as hard as You can, releasing the clip from my clit. I squeal in pain and squirm. As soon as that hand pulls out the chain from my top, Your other hand lifts the bottom of the mini-skirt and finds a globe of my ass. You grab it hard, pulling one cheek away from the other. This sends electric waves through my body as the plug is shifted and begins to slide. Your hand follows the curve of my ass and finds the base of the plug. Without warning You grab the plug and pull extremely hard, removing it from my ass in one motion. I let out a stifled scream as Your hand comes up quickly and covers my mouth. You place the plug on the top of the car and You lean into me. "That, My lovely pet, is just the beginning. I'm determined to teach You that You no longer have free will over any part of Your life, especially Your body. It now belongs to Me and I will do as I please, when I please. You begged to be My submissive slave, my slut, my pet. You asked for this, did You not?" I squeak out a muffled yes Sir through Your hand. "I will remind You of Your place often. This is no longer Your romantic idea of being submissive. This is now service to Your Master. Your needs, wants, desires, and feelings, while important to me at times, no longer matter unless I specifically ask. What matters is what I want, what I need, and what I desire. You are now required to see to my needs every day. Are You prepared to do this, pet?" Again I respond with a muffled yes Sir. "Good," you say and release my mouth. You turn me around to face the car and raise my arms up above my head to rest on the top of the car. You tell me not to move or make a sound as You raise my skirt. I am staring straight at the plug that You just removed from my ass when I feel what I know to be Your cock against my asshole. Without warning You slam Your cock into my ass and I lurch forward into the car with the force. I almost scream with the pain of Your entry but think better as I can see people milling around the parking lot over the top of the car past the plug. My ass is in pain as You ram Your cock in and out of it quickly and powerfully and I pray this is over quickly. I realize this is my punishment, knowing You instructed me to only lightly lube the plug. I know You intend for this to hurt. As my mind is trying to deal with the throbbing in my ass, You ask me in a gruff voice "Does this hurt Your ass pet?" "Yes Sir," I breathlessly respond. "Isn't this what You wanted? To be used as I desire with no regard for Your comfort? To remind You that Your desire to be an anal slut is no longer Yours?" "Yes Sir," I tell you. "Good girl." In my mind I am begging You to stop, but I know not to ask You out loud. I need to accept what You are doing to me and deal with the pain because it's what You want. I did ask You for this treatment. I asked to be completely Yours and take what You wish to give me, pleasure or punishment. I feel You tense slightly and know You will probably cum soon. Your strokes into my ass become long, hard and fast with urgency. "I'm going to cum deep in Your ass pet," You growl as You start to buck against my body. I feel Your cock pulse in my ass as Your cum spurts deep into me. Your arm comes up quickly and grabs the plug off the top of the car. You start to pull Your cock out of my ass and as I feel the head pop out, I feel the tip of the plug being pushed in to replace it. You shove the plug into my ass roughly, seating it securely with one strong push. You pull my skirt down, turn me around to face You, and kiss me. I melt with Your kiss, but just as quickly as You started to kiss me, You break away. You tell me to grab a wet-nap from the glove box and clean You off. I do immediately and quickly but gently wipe Your cock down. You place Your cock back into Your trousers and tell me to get into the car. Once my legs are in, You close the door and come around to the driver's side. Once seated next to me, You pull me to You again with Your hand behind my neck and kiss me passionately. After what seems like forever, You release me to look into my eyes. I can feel them stained with tears. You reach up to wipe my eyes and kiss my forehead. Looking deeply into my eyes You speak lovingly, "That was excellent My pet. You took Your punishment well. I'm proud of You." You smile at me and my heart melts. I briefly forget about the pounding deep in my ass, smile at You and say "Thank you Sir." We pull out of the parking area and You tell me that You have to drop me off at the flat because You have a job in an hour. I'm a bit surprised since it's my first day in town, however I remember that I flew in on a weekday. I try not to sound too disappointed when I say OK. You look over at me and see that I'm a little sad. You grab my hand and squeeze it. "We will have plenty of time together when I get home tonight," You say as You look over at me, still smiling. As we get closer to the flat, You give me my instructions for my day. "I know it's been a long 24 hours for you, so today I want You to shower, unpack Your belongings, call those back home who need to hear that you've made it safely, and rest. If you nap, it is only to be a maximum of two hours, as you will need to maintain a schedule as soon as possible. You are free to walk down to the small shops down the road, have some lunch and take a walk. You are not allowed to go into city center today, however. I should be home by 6pm and W/we will go to dinner. I want you waiting for me dressed in a short dress with no panties or bra and a pair of heels. You may wear a sweater for comfort and be sure to have a jacket ready." As You speak I am taking mental notes on everything You are saying. I don't want to forget anything You have told me. "You are to remove the butt plug when you shower and be sure to clean yourself extremely well, inside and out. You are to immediately replace the plug with only the water from the shower as your lube. Your training began on the plane and you will now learn what I demand from your service to Me as your Master. The first lesson is I will not always be the same thoughtful, gentle boyfriend you fell in love with. Though I love you always, Your role is now significantly different than just my loving girl friend. Now that I have taken on the role of your Master, you will be treated solely as my pet unless I decide otherwise. Do you understand pet?" "Yes Master, I understand" I reply. "Good. I will not allow you to lose yourself or your personality in service to me, however I will not allow you free will any longer. If there is something you would like to request, please do so. On occasion I may ask for your input, your suggestions, or what you want. This is never to be taken as anything more than simply getting your thoughts. Whether or not I act upon your suggestions or requests is entirely my choice. Understand?" I'm taken aback by everything You have just told me and it takes me a minute to respond. I look over at You. "Yes Sir, I understand." You can tell I'm very nervous now, starting to fidget in my seat, looking out the window, not knowing whether to say anything. To put me at ease, You again grasp my hand in Yours, squeeze it, and ask me to look at You. As I look over at You, You reassure me. "Pet, I'm not demanding that you not be yourself. You are free to chat with me, laugh, and be yourself. As I said, I do not wish you to become a vacant slave with no mind of her own. I wish you to remain the woman I fell in love with who simply follows My orders. Is that a bit clearer little one?" I smile deeply, breathe a sigh of relief, and a tiny tear leaves my eye, outlining a path down my cheek. "Yes sir, much clearer, thank you." The rest of the way back to the flat, W/we chattered about my flight, Your jobs today, and where W/we might go to dinner tonight. You ask for my thoughts for dinner and I immediately suggest the German pub W/we went to the second to last night of my visit in Mission Bay. For some reason my stomach did not feel well that night and I'd love to try the chicken and Yorkshire pudding dish again. I also would like to try one of those fruit beers. Hearing my enthusiasm, You laugh and say that would be a great idea. You remind me that tomorrow is Saturday and You have the weekend off, so W/we can have a leisurely evening. I'm feeling so much more relaxed now, like I'm back with my love again, only with a severely sore bum. I will learn to deal with this pain because I love You so much and this is the life I desire. W/we arrive at Your flat and unload the boot. Bringing my bags into Your room, W/we run into one of Your flat mates is doing her hair for work. She stops and greets me with a huge smile and sincere hello. She asks how my flights were and says it's nice to see me again. She would love to chat, however she has to run to work. She hopes to be able to catch up soon. In Your room, You move the bags onto the bed so that I may unpack them. You close the door behind me and use Your body to press me hard against the door. You bend and kiss me roughly as You pin my hands above my head. Your tongue finds mine and W/we kiss with a heat I haven't felt for a long time. You bend Your head and start nipping at my neck. I can feel You suck and I try to move my neck to prevent a hickie. You immediately immobilize me with Your one hand wrapped in my hair, holding my wrists pinned with the other hand. You breath into my ear. "You are not to pull away from me, ever. The last time you were here I was lenient with you because you did not want hickies when you got home. Now you ARE home and you are MINE. I will overlook it this one time, however if you do it again there will be consequences. Am I clear pet?" "Yes sir." You dive back into the curve where my neck meets my shoulder. You suckle in one spot and I know that I will have a large hickie there now. If only I hadn't moved, maybe You wouldn't have done it. I am kicking myself for jerking away like that. You stop your assault on my neck long enough to tell me to strip. You release my wrists and I immediately pull off my tank, unzip my skirt, and let it drop to the floor. "Good girl," You say as You look me up and down. I'm still as curvy as You remember and my nipples are standing straight up. You can barely see the red base of the plug sticking out from between my legs. You smile in approval and praise me. "I see You followed my instructions to be clean shaven. You are quite lovely My pet. I am sad I have to go to work now, as there are so many wonderful things I would love to do to your body." You smirk and run Your fingers from my cheek, down my neck, over my breast and pinch my right nipple extremely hard. I wince in pain and You smile. "Mmmmm, I so enjoy how terribly sensitive your nipples are. Such fun I will have with them pet." You let go of my nipple and tell me to walk over to the bed and bend over at the waist. I do ask You ask and have my arms and head resting on the bed with my ass in the air. "Spread your legs wide pet." You know this is the most humiliating but exciting position to have me in. I do as I'm told, spreading my legs as wide as they can go without falling over. I know that the base of the plug is sticking up and my pussy is wet to the point of almost dripping. Without warning I feel a sting on my ass cheek as You slam Your open palm down. "Umph" is all I manage, fearful that she has not only heard the slap, but would also hear my response to it. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. They come in quick succession and my mind is reeling. I don't understand why I'm being punished. "How many was that My pet?" I freeze and can't think. I don't know. Was it four? Six? Eight? Oh no! "Um, I, I'm not sure Sir," I respond. "Wrong answer slave. Every time I spank your ass, I expect you to count them. It doesn't need to be out loud, unless I request it, however you must know how many time I have struck you. I may not always ask, but you must be ready to tell me. Spanking will be part of your discipline and training. I will not always spank you for punishment purposes. Sometimes I will simply spank you because I enjoy the way you respond to it." I take in a deep breath and tell You I do understand what You have just told me. "I will now start again. This time please keep count." His Possession With that Your hand comes back down on my ass cheeks, alternating one then the other. As I count in my head, I wonder how many I can take. I've felt myself wiggle and my ass feels like it's on fire. The fire grows into fierce pain as the spanking continues well past 20. I'm starting to whimper as I feel like I can't take anymore. You stop at 25 and tell me I've done well. "Not bad for your first spanking with Me. This will certainly not be what it's like each time. I may desire to use a belt, whip, hair brush, or anything else that might make a good implement. I do wish to find your limit so that I may push you past it, however that will come in time. I tend to use spanking as a punishment, so you want to be sure to follow directions unless you wish to be intimately acquainted with this activity." I feel You rubbing my reddened ass and You seem pleased. It burns greatly, however it has replaced the throbbing in my ass from the plug and the brutal ass fuck, at least for now. You moan Your approval as You continue to rub me. "I love the way your ass turns deep red with such little effort. I look forward to seeing what marks will show on you." As You continue to massage the globes of my ass, I feel You reach for the plug again. You twist the base and pull it out swiftly. I buck with the movement and groan in discomfort. "Time for your shower pet. Be sure to wash thoroughly. I want you clean enough to eat off of," You say with a wink. You toss me a towel and I grab my toiletry bag from my luggage. "Oh, one more thing before you go. You are not to wear the towel into or out of the bathroom. If someone sees you, simply smile and keep going." I nod and silently groan. I open Your door and peek out, trying to see if anyone is in the bathroom across the hall. I don't hear anything so I start to open the door completely to make my dash. Just as I'm about to scoot, You stop me and tell me I've forgotten something. I look at You and You're holding out the butt plug. I grab it with an oops and You slap my ass as I turn to go. "Ouch!" I screech and You simply laugh as I look back at You over my shoulder with a pout. "Go, go, go little one" You say. I look again and bolt across the hall into the bathroom. Relieved that no one is there, I close the door and get to my tasks. The water feels so good so I take a few minutes to just stand under the heat. It feels lovely to wash away the travel grime from the last 24 hours. I diligently wash and condition my hair and scrub my body thoroughly. I even take the time to soap up two of my fingers and wash the inside of my very sore asshole. It takes some will power and effort, however after a few tries and using the side of the tub to seat the base, I manage to get the large butt plug back in. My ass is so painful between the spanking and ass fucking that any touch causes shockwaves and twinges of pain straight through me. I step out of the shower after rinsing and gingerly towel myself off. I'm not sure I will be able to sit comfortably today. With my towel wrapped around my wet hair and completely naked, I open the bathroom door a crack to see if anyone is around. I hear the washer running, so I know someone is doing laundry. I just hope they don't chose now to check on it. Master's door is closed and I'm not certain if You've left for work yet or not, as the door to the garage is closed as well. I decide to take the chance and dart for Your door. I open it and swoop in quickly. Just as I start to shut the door, I see one of Your flat mates half way down the steps. Oh my God! Did he see me? I turn a bright shade of red and quickly slam the door. You're sitting on the bed with Your laptop and look up. You laugh, seeing my color change. "I take it you were not alone?" Breathlessly I say "no Sir, Your flat mate was coming down the stairs! I think he might have seen me!" "Good," You say and smile that evil grin. "You will have to get used to being naked in front of others at some point My pet. Might as well start now." I'm mortified. Being naked in front of anyone but my lovers is such a terrifying thought. "Come to Me little one." I drop my toiletries on the bed, take the towel off my wet hair, and move to stand next to You by Your bed. You wrap Your arm around my thighs and start to rub the indentation of my hip. You love that part of me. You remove Your laptop and tell me to bend over. As I do, I feel You move and get up off the bed. You are standing behind me and hear the zipper of Your pants as they are brought down. I feel Your hand at the plug and You pull on the base, slowly this time. I feel it ever so steadily being forced from my tender anal passage. At the widest point, You stop the removal and hold it there, stretching my ass so wide I feel like I will be split in two. "Breath pet. Deep breaths," you tell me as You maintain Your grip. After what seems like forever, You pull the plug the rest of the way out. Relief is instant and I let out a deep breath. "I must leave for work My pet, but before I go, Your rituals will begin immediately. The first one, as discussed, is taking my cum in Your ass to wear all day. Are you ready?" I groan out a "Yes Sir" and You get to Your task. I hear You spit and feel wetness on my asshole. I am glad that there will be at least some lubrication this time, but dread the pain I know is coming. You spit again and I feel Your cock poke into my asshole. You push slowly and break through my anal ring. I grab the comforter on the bed as the pain hits me. "Good girl" You say, as You push deeper. "You're doing a very good job taking my cock today pet. You will be used daily this way, so You need to learn to get past the discomfort and please Me." You continue Your slow assault on my ass pushing Your cock all the way in as deep as it will go, then dragging it almost all the way out. You keep the tip of Your cock in my ass, then push steadily back in. As You continue to work my ass, Your strokes become faster. I can see the clock on Your discarded laptop and understand why I'm in so much discomfort. You've been fucking my ass now for almost half an hour. After the plug, brutal dry fuck in the car park, and spanking, I feel like I'm dying. Just as I can't take any more, I feel You start to pulse. You unload Your cum deep inside me and slowly slide Your spent cock out of my ass. You replace it with the butt plug and firmly force it back into place, holding Your cum inside. "Mmmmmm that was brilliant my pet," You say as You stand and grab a tissue. "I'm going to go clean up before work. Stay just like that until I return," You command. I stay just as You left me, bent over the bed, hands curled in the comforter, legs apart, ass in the air. My ass is beyond throbbing now and I can only pray this is the last time You will use me like this today. My body is pulsing with every beat of my heart. All feeling is centered around my ass. I can feel I'm very wet, however I have not been allowed release at all to this point. I'm not sure I could, given the pain, however the urge is not lost. When You return, You look handsome. Your hair is all pulled back neatly, You have a collared shirt on, dress trousers, and black shoes. You stand next to me and run Your hands over my shoulders, down my back, and gently rub my bum. Standing so close, I smell Your cologne and breath deeply. I love that smell. It smells like You. You tell me to stand and face You. I am having a hard time moving, so You lean and help me to stand. You grasp my head just above my neck and kiss me passionately. "Welcome home My pet," You say with a huge smile. "Mmmmm thank You Sir," is all I can manage after that kiss. "I have left you a key on windowsill in case you decide to go out. Remember, I should be home by 6. Oh, when I get home, You will be in present position kneeling at the door with Your legs spread and Your hands behind Your head. You do not need to be naked, this time. Have a good day little one. I love you." "I love you too Sir." With that You kiss me on the forehead and pat my bum as You leave. I am feeling very tired after the workout You just put me through so I decide to nap this morning so there would be a better chance of me sleeping tonight. I set the alarm on my phone to ring after 2 hours and curl up on the bed. It takes me no time to fall soundly asleep. After what only feels like minutes, the alarm is ringing. My eyes are burning and blurry and I struggle to wake up. I need so much more sleep, however You said I was only allowed two hours. I lay there trying to focus my eyes and rub them to hopefully stop the burning. I decide the only way to get through the next few hours is with coffee. I slowly get out of bed and decide to unpack my bags as quickly as I can so I can dress and reward myself with a hot cup of coffee. It only takes me a few minute to unpack and put away the minimal wardrobe and belongings I have brought with me. Packing light has it's benefits. I decide on some comfy pants, layered shirts and sweater, and sneakers. I grab my purse, jacket and the key and make my way up the drive to the road. I spend a few hours walking around the neighborhood after finding coffee at the local shop nearby. It's a lovely area and I leisurely wander the roads that slope like a roller coaster up and down. It's a cloudy day and chilly, but the brisk air feels good. As I walk, I replay the events of the morning since I arrived. I have never felt so cherished yet tortured. My body is screaming in pain and discomfort, yet my heart is overflowing with happiness and fulfillment. It's such an odd pairing, yet it feels right. I try not to let my mind wander into what may happen tonight. I've learned not to try to anticipate, as it tends to only get me into trouble. When I return to the flat, I head into Your room and look at the clock. It's now just before 3 which means I still have another 3 hours to waste. Just then I remember I was supposed to call back to the states and let everyone know I'm here safely. A week before I left, Master ported my phone number to Google Voice so that I can keep my number as we travel. I have turned my phone to airplane mode so I don't rack up minutes on the local company, however as long as I am logged into the wifi, I can make calls. I open the Google Voice app and dial Mom. It's just about 9pm so it takes a bit for her to answer. We chat for a bit and she is happy I'm safe and sound. She says she's going to miss me and wants me to check in every week or two so they know I'm still alive. I agree, send my love, and move onto the next call. After my round of calls, almost an hour has passed. I decide to venture upstairs to see if anyone was home and maybe watch a little tele. I hear voices and as I round the top of the stairs, I see Master's male flat mate sitting in front of the tele watching sports. I blush, knowing he was the one who was coming down the stairs as I was getting out of the shower. I pray he didn't see me. I approach and say hi. He turns and smiles and says hello. He asks me "How was your trip?" I reply with funny details about the folks on the plane, people I met on the layovers, and my relief to finally be here. He chuckles and I notice that he keeps glancing over at me. When I look at him, he turns and focuses on the screen. Oh no! He DID see me! It's like he's eying me and picturing me naked again. He feels me looking at him and he turns toward me. For whatever reason I feel brave at this moment and blurt out "did you happen to see me as I came out of the shower this morning?" He smirked and said "I think I was coming down stairs, but I didn't really see anything. You're safe." I breathe a sigh of relief, but something in me wonders if he's telling the truth. Ah well, I can't worry about it now. It's done, over. I sit for a while making small talk with Master's flat mate and trying to figure out the game of cricket that is playing on the screen. I've lost all track of time and when I glance at my watch, it's 6:05pm. Instantly I'm up and bolt down the stairs. "I'm so late!" I still have to change clothes and be ready in position. "Oh my God, Oh my God!" I race around the room and dig out my brown halter dress, black heels, and a black sweater. I frantically start pulling off my clothes and pray for time. I am just getting my shoes on when I hear the door open. You look at me standing there wobbling, trying to fit my foot into my black 5 inch heel. You look at me with a grimace and I know instantly I'm in trouble. You slowly close the door behind You and place Your keys on the bed. I'm breathing hard and panicking. You walk to me and grab a fistful of my hair. "How did I ask you to be when I arrived?" "Dressed and in present position by the door Sir," I respond. "Correct. Why were you not in position as I asked?" I lowered my head in shame, which hurt, as You maintained Your grip in my hair. "I asked you a question slut." I stammer out "I lost track of time talking with Your flat mate Sir." "Ah. Lost track of time. It happens," You say nonchalantly. I feel a slight sense of relief, but only for a second. "Forehead and toes against the wall, hands behind your back." I immediately go straight to the wall and get into position. I hear You take off Your belt and think it is the handcuff belt that will be used to bind my wrists. Instead I hear the jingle of the purple wrist restraints as You place them around each wrist and attach them to each other. Once in place, You lift the bottom of my dress and put the fabric into my bound hands. "Hold onto the bottom of this dress. Do not let it go," You say. Fear wells up inside me as I know that my naked ass is now exposed. I hear You pick up the belt and hear the buckle clang. I feel Your hand go around the back of my neck, holding me in place. Suddenly I hear a whish, then a burning sting on my right butt cheek. "OW!" I yell. The belt comes down hard again and I lose my breath. I feel like I am being suffocated. I try to take deep breaths and I cannot get enough air in my lungs. The belt continues to rain down blows on my ass and thighs. I am crying now and I hear myself begging You to stop. All of a sudden I realize I should have been counting! I trying to quickly calculate the swipes and come up with a good guess of 10 so far. I start counting from there and continue to beg. "Please stop Sir! Please! It hurts so bad! I can't take it! Please stop!" As if I had said nothing, You keep slamming the belt into my battered body. You stop and ask me "How many strokes was that slut?" I respond through deep sobs with "20 Sir." I hear You toss the belt on the bed and feel You lean toward me. Your breath is by my ear. "I don't like to punish you pet, but You need to learn to do exactly as I order. You've disappointed me. I expected to come home to an obedient pet waiting for me. Instead I find You scrambling around like a field mouse. How do You think I felt, knowing My pet disobeyed my simple directions?" That hit me hard. I disappointed my Master. I broke into a deep, gut-wrenching sob that had my whole body heaving. You start to rub my back. "I still love you very much pet. I need to teach you to obey me and punishing you is the only way that you will learn." All I can do is sob. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," over and over. With that You turn me to face You. My head is hung and I can't even look at You, my heart too heavy. You put Your finger under my chin and lift my head so my face is even with Yours. "Look at me," You say. I try to look at You but I can't maintain my eye contact. "Look at me, I said!" I immediately look into Your eyes. "Pet, I adore you. I do this to make you better. I do this because I love you." "I know Sir," I say through small gasps. "Do you not wish to be my slave, pet? Have you had a change of heart? Is this too much for you?" Having You ask those questions breaks my heart even more. I start to cry again. "Stop my love. You have taken your punishment. I believe you have learned from it. There is no reason to continue crying." You cup my face in Your hands and You kiss my tear-stained cheeks. I look deeply into Your eyes as I gain my composure and see the genuine love radiating from Your gaze. "I don't want You to let me go. I want to be Yours Sir. Please let me be Your slave. I'll do better, I promise." You smile at me and wrap me in a wonderfully tight hug that only You give. "You are my pet. I love you and I will never let you go. You had your chance to back out, remember? You now belong to Me." A deep sigh escapes me. "I love You Sir" I manage through deep breaths. "I love you too pet, always. What do you say W/we get something to eat. I'm hungry." You release me and I nod as I try to get my bearings. I try to think of what I need to bring with me, but the stinging pain in my ass doesn't allow me to think clearly. As if you sense my dilemma, You instruct me to grab my purse and jacket and extend Your hand. I pick up both items in one hand and grab Your hand in the other. You pull me toward You again and kiss me deeply as Your hand softly rubs my butt cheeks. "You will have difficulty sitting tonight my love, but I'm sure you won't forget this lesson, will you?" "No Sir," I reply. You walk me out to the car, open my door, and help me ease into the seat slowly. "Sssssss" I hiss as I try to sit. The pain is excruciating, feeling the fire as my ass rubs against the seat through my thin dress. The plug seats itself deeper as I try to adjust, making my agony just that much worse. You get into the driver's side and lean over to kiss me again. It's a gentle, soft kiss that felt so wonderful. You smile sweetly at me and squeeze my hand before pulling out of the car park. As W/we drive, You talk about Your day at work and ask me how my day was. It was a quick ride to the restaurant and I am thankful for the brief walk. Once seated at the table, You grab both of my hands in Yours and start rubbing them. I love it when You do this. It's so comforting. As Your caress my skin, the pain from the spanking seems to be lessening to a dull ache. When the waitress comes over, You diligently order for the both of U/us. I forgot how much I loved it when You ordered for me. You did it early on when W/we first started dating and it felt wonderful. Now it feels even more amazing, knowing You are ordering as my Master. I smile widely. "I've missed that lovely smile of yours, pet. What are you thinking?" I take a deep breath and tell You. "I was thinking about how wonderful it feels to have You order for me. It makes me feel so cared for, almost spoiled. I feel special that You care enough to pay attention to my likes and dislikes." You smile again and stroke my arm down to my hand softly. "I do listen, pet. I'm glad you feel cared for, as I do care for You deeply. As Your Master it is my role to teach you, push you, and take care of you." My heart melts. My smile becomes even larger. "This is where I belong, Sir." You nod and say "Yes it is, pet." W/we have a lovely dinner and share a dessert. You seem to have taken pity on me because You did not test me or humiliate me at all during dinner. You pull out my chair when W/we are done, help me with my coat, and offer Your arm. W/we walk out of the restaurant and down the sidewalk and I feel wonderful. Something as simple as walking next to You, holding Your hand makes me feel so safe and secure. I look at You as W/we walk and blurt out "I love You Sir." You stop and pull me to You and kiss me deeply. When You let me up for air. "I love you too, pet. Very much." His Possession You once again help me into the car and come around to the other side. On the drive home, You take my hand in Yours and place it on Your trousers over Your rising cock. Knowing Your intention, I start to rub Your bulge gently, making circles up and down the length with my fingernail. "When W/we get home I want you to immediately strip and get on your knees. You will have 60 seconds to complete this task. If you are not done in time, you will be punished. Understand?" I nod and say "Yes Sir." Not five minutes later You pull the car into the car park and I hurriedly dash for the door. Inside I frantically strip off my clothes and shoes, peeling them off before I have even made it completely into Your room. I drop to my knees, spread my legs apart, clasp my hands behind my head, and await Your arrival right behind me. You walk in only seconds after I am done. You smile. "Good girl." "Kneel up pet," You say as You grab the back of my neck, pulling me up. I raise until I am perched on my knees and even with the crotch of Your trousers. You lower Your zipper and undo Your belt. Your trousers and boxers fall to the floor. "Open pet. I'm going to fuck your mouth." You pull my head toward Your already stiff cock and I open my mouth wide. I feel the head of Your penis enter my mouth and hit the roof of my mouth and trail down to my throat. I gag as You put both hands at the back of my head and press me into You so that Your cock is sent deep into my throat. "Let me see how well you deep-throat my slut. I know you've been practicing." I try to relax my throat and accept You. You use Your hands to determine the speed and force for this event. "Take my cock slut. Take it all the way." I continue to gag and tears are now forming in my eyes from the struggle. As much as I try to relax, I can't stop the reflex. You start forcing Your cock into my mouth hard and fast. You truly are fucking my mouth and I'm now having a hard time breathing. I start to struggle. I can't breath again and I'm starting to panic. You keep thrusting deeper and harder and it becomes too much. I'm struggling for breath and I give in to the panic. My hands come unclasped from the back of my head and I push You back trying to catch my breath. You immediately stop as I am coughing, crying and breathing like I hadn't had a breath in minutes. I brace for punishment and Your disappointment, but it does not come. You kneel down next to me and stroke my hair. "Breath pet. Deep breaths. Are you ok?" "No" I hiccup. "Ok. Talk to me. Tell me what's happening." I try to catch my breath enough to speak so that my words are understandable. "I...couldn't..... breathe..... I.... panicked.... when.... I....couldn't.....breathe.....and....You.....wouldn't.....let.....me....up." You pick me up off the floor and carry me to the bed. You hold me in Your arms and hug me, telling me it's ok. "I'm sorry little one. I didn't realize you couldn't' breathe." You continue to try and soothe me. "We will work on that, ok? It's not the end of the world. No more crying. You're safe." The last part caught my heart and I looked up at You. I looked into Your eyes and knew You were telling me the truth. I am safe with You. You take my face in Your hand, smooth away the tear-soaked, matted hair around my face. "I will never cause you permanent injury or serious harm. Punishments will hurt, but won't harm you long-term. If something like this happens, I need you to tell Me immediately so W/we can identify the fear and work through it. Promise Me you will tell Me pet." Through little gasps I promise. "I didn't mean to Sir. I just couldn't breath. I thought You would let me up for air, but You never did. I started to panic and couldn't continue. I'm sorry Sir." You hug me tightly. "Don't apologize pet. You did the right thing. I want to push your limits, not create more fears. W/we will work on technique for deep-throating Me and I will try to remember to time my aggressiveness so that you have enough time to breath. You are not the only one who learns through this process, pet." With that You kiss me on the forehead and let me snuggle my head into Your shoulder. After my breathing has become even and normal, You pull me over You and kiss me, lightly at first, then deeper. Your passion from earlier has not lessened. As You kiss me wildly, Your hands start to roam my body. Your hand rests on my breast, circling the nipple at first, then lightly pinching it. I moan into Your mouth and You roll me over onto my back. You kiss me hard, then move Your mouth down my neck, past my shoulder, to my breast. You circle my nipple again, this time with Your tongue. Without warning You latch onto my nipple and start to suck, lightly at first, then with suction. My nipples are so sensitive, I begin to squirm under You. This spurs You on, as You love the way I move with Your touch. You switch to the other breast and nipple, sucking and licking. Soon You have increased the pressure and begun to bite my nipples. They are sensitive still from the hours wearing the nipple clips this morning. One of Your hands trails down my stomach and dips into my pussy. It is incredibly wet. You lift up and put Your finger to my lips. I open my mouth and suck on Your finger, tasting myself on You. "You're very wet my pet. Do you taste good?" As you pull Your finger from my mouth, I mumble a soft yes Sir. You sit up and remove the remainder of Your clothes. I hear You grab a package and rip open a condom. Even though I'm on the patch, W/we take no chances. I feel You come back above me as You move my legs to allow You in between. You kiss me again roughly, passionately. I feel Your need as You tease my clit with Your rock hard cock. I'm burning with need now and can't wait to feel You inside of me. Since You used a condom, I know that my ass is safe, at least for now. I feel Your cock as You start to push into my sopping wet pussy. It is incredibly tight because of the large butt plug that is still inside of me. With continued pressure Your cock enters me bit by bit. It feels like I'm being pinched but then I start to relax and allow You inside. Slowly You make it all the way inside my pussy and once in, remain still for a time. You feel so good. I feel so tight. You begin to move, slowly at first, then with purpose. My ass starts to rub against the comforter and it starts the fire again. "Could W/we try doggie-style please Sir?" Knowing I'm in pain from the punishments You gave earlier today, You agree. You grab me by my tummy and flip me over in one fluid movement. I am on my knees, ass in the air, with You behind me still inside my pussy. The new angle opens me up for You and You are able to move inside me more easily. You begin to thrust into me at a steady pace. I feel Your hand reach around and start to rub my clit, which is now swollen and very sensitive. I moan loudly as I can feel Your cock moving in and out of my pussy while the plug is forced inside me with each inward thrust, and the stimulation of my clit all at once. "Good girl. Does that feel good My slut? Do you like feeling my cock deep inside you?" I can only groan loudly as it becomes a blinding mix of electricity, feeling tingling everywhere. I feel the most incredible orgasm building from deep within my body. I don't know when I will explode but it might be soon. Knowing I am not allowed to cum without permission, I cry out. "I think I'm going to cum soon Sir." "Not yet pet. I have not given you permission to cum yet. Hold it for Me. I own Your orgasm. You will only cum when I tell you too." I squeeze my legs together, hoping to stave off the onslaught of the orgasm. I feel the wave coming and try desperately to control it. "Yes Sir. Oh God Sir I'm close. Ohhhhh." I try to hold back as You continue to move inside of me. I am losing all control. I feel You tighten and finally You give me permission. "Cum for me pet. Cum for your Master. Thank Me as you cum." That was all I needed to hear. With one more thrust of Your cock I explode into a flurry of spasms and pulses. "Thank you Master. Thank you Master.... Thank.... You.... Master," I keep uttering over and over as I melt into a puddle of bliss. You pull out of me, guide me onto my back, and slip out to the bathroom. I vaguely hear You return to bed. You pull the covers over me as You climb in next to me. You move the hair out of my face and see I'm smiling in my pre-sleep haze. "Mmmmmm good girl. You did such a good job. I'm proud of you for holding your orgasm for Me, pet." I curl into You like a content kitten. You wrap Your arms around me and spoon me for the first time in a very long time. It all makes sense now. I am not just happy. I am content. I am where I belong. I am not yet asleep when I hear You whisper into my ear. "W/we have a big day tomorrow My pet. Tomorrow W/we will be officially marking You as Mine with a few piercings I have selected and a new collar. Rest now pet. I love you." As I drift into sleep, I feel elated. I am officially His. He is so proud of me He wants to finally mark His ownership of me. How did I get so lucky? I am blissful. If this is what it will be like, I truly look forward to life as Your pet. His Possession's Jealousy She realized she had made a mistake as soon as she looked up into those dark knowing eyes that seemed to burn their way into her soul. It was the exact opposite of what it was her nature to do, but to be fair the three drinks she had on an empty stomach had more than a little to do with how she reacted. But she also knew he would never allow her to use that as an excuse. Not usually one to feel the stab of jealousy, every look at the strikingly tall brunette he worked with, made her see red. The "Glamazon", as Catherine had taken to calling her in her head, seemed to be a larger than life, vivacious woman who grated continually on Catherine's nerves. She saw the way the woman called him "Simon" in that sickeningly sweet way, and how she casually laid her hand on his arm as they laughed at a friend's joke. It just seemed so very intimate, and it pushed her over the edge. She knew he wasn't actively encouraging it by out and out flirting back, but he hadn't discouraged it either. The last straw for Catherine was when she went and fetched him a drink from the crowded bar, and he barely murmured a "thanks", before turning back to the woman's funny story. No matter how attentive and helpful she tried to be, when he didn't need her to get him anything, she seemed to just be forgotten and ignored like a piece of furniture. Being only five feet and two inches tall, and a sweet "girl next door" looking blonde, she felt very outclassed by the stunning statuesque beauty. Even her own very full B cups, which she normally considered one of her best features, paled in comparison to the huge breasts on display in the woman's low cut blouse. After basically being dismissed, she found her jealousy quickly got the better of her. In her mind it looked like the woman was pawing him right there in front of all their coworkers. "Enough is enough!", she told herself, and made her way to the bar to drink away her feelings. She finally worked her way up the crowded bar and tried to put in an order for her third drink of the night, completely disregarding his usual prohibition of too much alcohol. "Fuck You Sy!", she said savagely under her breath, sparing a glance back where he seemed to be engrossed in his new "favorite". A handsome young blond man heard her and looked a little startled, then smiled and introduced himself to the now blushing girl, who was embarrassed by being caught with such a foul mouth. "Hello." he smiled and showed off perfectly even, white teeth. She couldn't help but notice he wasn't as big as she liked, and he definitely didn't give off the same kind of intense vibe. He was handsome though, and seemed sweet. Normally she never would have dreamed of playing along in the flirtation game, but when she glanced back over and saw the tall dark haired beauty leaning against him familiarly, she couldn't help the little needle of pain it caused her. Blinking back tears, she turned to begin purposely paying all her attention to the new man. She put on her sweetest smile, and learned his name was Daniel. It was no time before he was plying her with more drinks and all the attention she could handle. He found her beautiful and sweet just as she was, not seeming to want to change or "improve" her in any way. Even what she considered her too round ass, he seemed content to give not entirely covert glances at and pay it gentle little compliments, boosting her confidence. Before she knew it, she was on her fifth drink, and giggling every bit like a flirtatious school girl, leaning in when he laughed and playing with her long blonde hair. The new man was handsome and witty and ... non-threatening. There was no deep and fast animal attraction like she was used to, and it felt a little... well, boring and safe, but it was pleasant enough to just laugh and try to forget her jealousy. Little did she know that a pair of intensely dark eyes were keeping careful tabs on her from across the room, from the moment she stepped away. Just about the time her new beau was leaning in to whisper his funny jokes and trail his hand over hers as they stood talking, a large shadow appeared almost as if out of nowhere beside her. She turned and stared up into those dark eyes. Even though she still had traces of anger within her, that one quick look into those dark depths and she felt his hold over her stronger than ever. The flippant remark she was about to make about him leaving his date, died on her lips as a wave of guilt at her own conduct washed over her, quickly mixing with fear. Her new "friend", looking miffed at the interruption, tried to step forward and reached out a hand in introduction, trying to politely stake his claim at having met her first. The taller confident man, just smiled down at the younger one like one would indulgently to a whiny child. Then he turned, ignoring the boy, and held out his hand to Catherine, with the simplest of commands, "Come." Much to Daniel's consternation , she looked nervous, but just sat her drink on the bar, put her tiny hand in his and stared at the floor as he lead her from the bar like a well trained puppy, never saying a word. Morris caught the eye of the young man as he walked by, and couldn't help chuckling, his dark eyes sparkling with merriment at the shocked look on the young man's face, as he led her outside, supremely confident in her obedience. Neither of them said a word as he gently led her out in the night and opened her door for her like a gentleman, passing her inside and closing the door securely. Once she was seated in the car, her seatbelt securely fastened, her nerves got the better of her and she started fidgeting with the bracelets he had given her, twisting one around and around her wrist, as she tried to calm down. She couldn't help her mind wandering back to the night he encircled her wrists with the jewelry. He told her then she was now his most prized possession and she cried in happiness as he fastened the little locks on the bracelets and showed her the tiny key that was the only way they would ever come off. The key was kept tucked safely away in his desk drawer at home. Every time she looked down at that jewelry, her slave bracelets he called them, she felt a thrill at being allowed to wear something that marked her status as his. As she sat staring down at them now though, she felt ashamed at her behavior. She quietly wiped at her eyes as she felt them tearing up. His presence jolted her back to the present, when he climbed in and started the engine, without a word. Catherine took a deep breath, looked over at him, and started to explain in a voice she couldn't quite get the shakiness out of. "I...I'm really sorry Sir. I didn't mean -" a simple little, "Shhh" and two fingers over her lips convinced her to stay silent and just stare ahead all the way home. Not a word was spoken by either of them as he helped her from the car like the most well-mannered of gentlemen, and led her in the house and up to the bedroom. The only thing he stopped for was to close and lock the door behind them, but he didn't even let go of her hand for that. His calm and quiet intensity made her fear of the unknown mount more with each step. She wished he would turn and yell at her or pull her over his lap and punish her. He was always a disciplinarian, who never shirked his duties and made her pay dearly for her transgressions. When he was finished though, and thought she had dutifully learned her lesson, he held her close and comforted her while he made sure that she knew all was forgiven. That's what she wanted now. Then she could know he was getting all the anger out of his system. She would be able to start over with a clean slate, which was all she wanted right now... for this evening never to have happened. He had other ideas though. When they got to the bedroom, he pulled her inside and shut the door and told her to stand in front of his big bed. For a few minutes he sat in a chair in the corner and just watched her stand there. She was trying to be still and not fidget, but she couldn't help shifting her weight from one foot to the other as he just let her anxiety build. Finally he said one simple word. "Strip." Her overwhelmed little brain latched on to that command and in seconds she was lifting the hem of her blouse, and blushing as he watched her intently. She pulled her hair free, folded the shirt and laid it on the dresser. Then she reached for the zipper on her skirt. Before she could unfasten it though, he lifted a hand and indicated that she was to turn. She did so, facing away from him as she slid down the zipper and bent forward at the waist to step out of the skirt. She was very aware of how slutty she looked in this position, her ass up on display for him in her little red and black thong, her thighs encased in the black thigh high stockings he loved to see, her heels making her all the more juicy looking for him. Her head being down, sent her long blonde hair cascading down over her shoulder, flowing over one of the thin scarves she always wore for him when they went in public. When the skirt was folded and placed by the blouse he held up a hand and made her freeze. He just sat for a minute, drinking in her embarrassment. He knew how she hated the feeling of being a decorative object for him to look at, but she was well trained enough to keep her eyes downcast and her hands at her sides and out of the way, so he could better enjoy the view of those full breasts pushing up and out of the beautiful red and black satin bra. He finally stood and walked toward her. His presence was almost overwhelming up close. Without even realizing it, she held her breath when he got close. His big body dwarfed hers, and she gave a little gasp as he reached down and gently, but firmly lifted her chin until she met his gaze. He leaned down and kissed her. It was more than just a kiss though, it was a claiming; a plundering of her mouth, by his, stealing her very breath. As he kept up his oral assault, she barely even noticed when he unfastened her bra and pulled it aside, freeing the soft flesh he loved to play with so much. His tongue went wherever it wanted and she had to just open wide for him and accept whatever he chose to give her. He finally took her bottom lip gently in his and sucked for a second, before giving her a quick nip on her sensitive flesh with his teeth. He enjoyed hearing her small surprised gasp at the lick of pain, and smiled as he gave her a little shove back onto his tall bed, appreciating the bounce of her tits as she fought to move back and stabilize herself. He reached down and grasped her panties by the waistband on both sides and stared in her eyes as he pulled and shredded the soft fabric into little ragged pieces that he threw off his bed. She gave a little squeal in fright, which just got him all the more excited. He could smell her, and knew that as always, no matter what her mouth said, she was wet and ready for her owner. His hands slide over her hips and down her silky thighs, his fingers just digging into the soft flesh there as he pulled them apart and held them open, giving her an intense look. She looked a little fearful, but knew what to do. Her arms slid down around her knees to hold her thighs wide as he wanted. She heard her first soft praise of the night in a whispered little, "That's my good girl." Then he pounced on her. He watched her face as he gently kissed his way down her chest, stopping to nibble and then suddenly bite at her tight and very sensitive nipples. Her pretty new nipple rings from just a few months ago made her even more responsive to both his gentleness and his infliction of pain. Both resulted in her little pussy creaming even more for him, as she almost couldn't handle the sensations. She cried out as a quick swat landed on her soft inner thigh when she momentarily let go in pained surprise. She quickly remembered her duty and tightened her arms, making him give a little laughing rumble deep in his chest, and then he continued to alternatively softly kiss and suckle, and then give painful nips. She never knew what sensation was coming next, but she remembered to stay as he wanted her. Her soft moans, mixed with her little cries when it was too much, proving that she was enjoying herself. Finally he moved on. Staring up at her as his tongue snaked down, he got ever closer, and then slowly, worked his way down, until he was dragging it back and forth between the wet smooth folds of her pussy. Her little dripping hole was leaking honey all over his tongue, but he was not content to leave her until she was panting and pushing her hips up at his mouth, wanting him so badly. It was all she could do to basically stay still and in position as he showed her no mercy with her pleasure. Eventually he stepped back and proceeded to slowly strip while she watched lustfully, never letting go of her legs. Her swollen and needy pussy was opened up and on display, dripping juice and just begging him to use it. When he was finally nude, and looking like the wild predator he was, he stepped forward and began to tease those wet sensitive lips with his thick hard cock. He was sliding and rubbing, acting like he was about to thrust, but never actually quenching her thirst for him. She couldn't take any more and began to beg and plead, as his hands closed gently around her throat, her thin little scarf offering no protection as he pulled her gaze to his steely one. In a quietly menacing voice he asked, "What are you? Who owns this needy little body? Who is the Master of this little fucking slave whore before me?" Her face already flushing, her eyes closed as she knew she would have to swallow her pride and admit it all. Her throbbing little cunt was not to be denied, and neither was her Master. She took a deep breath and looked right up into his eyes. "I'm nothing but your little piece of fuckmeat Sir. I belong to you completely... mentally, physically, sexually and emotionally... I am yours to command Sir. I am nothing without your use. I'm your little slave whore Sir... and I need you to claim me, use me...and make me completely yours Sir... please Sir, please!" On the last "Please", his hands tightened just as he sank his twitching cock deep in her little cunt, stretching her, hearing her whimper and whine as he worked himself in, until he was balls deep a minute later. Staring straight down into her soul, he felt her convulse around his throbbing hard cock as he told her, "That's right. You are my property. To use as I see fit. I need no one's permission, and will take what I want from you, anytime, anyway I want. Understand my slave whore?" She gulped and flexed her throat under his hands. They weren't tight enough to not let her answer, but it took some extra effort. She managed to get out a strained little, "Yes Sir!" And she heard him say something that sounded like, "Too fucking right", under his breath as he stayed still for a few heartbeats, just enjoying the tears forming in her eyes and then began the hard deep thrusting he knew she needed. He began picking up speed, knowing she would be feeling this fucking for a long while to come, and never forget again, even for a moment, whose property she was. As he fucked her mercilessly, he told her to slide a hand down and play with her clit for him. She did as instructed. Any other time, she would have been shy to touch herself so intimately for him, but now she was on autopilot. She was so lost in her lust for her Master that her shame meant nothing. She very quickly worked herself up to the edge and began begging again for her Master to please, please allow her to cum for him. Never missing a stroke, he grinned knowingly down at her. In a deceptively sweet voice, but with a hard edge, he stared down directly in her eyes and said, "No. You absolutely do NOT have permission to cum, my little whore, but you had better keep up playing with that clit. Understand?" He saw the pained look on her face as she struggled to obey, nodding yes as she bit her lip and kept her hand moving as she gasped. Though he was denying her, she took his hard thrusts as she knew she was made to. He felt a surge of pride inside at her obedience, even as he could see her sweat and shake with the effort it took. He kept her hot little body right on the edge for him, teasing and wanting, always building up more, until he felt his heavy balls tighten and knew his orgasm was inevitable. Just before he knew he was about to be driven over the edge himself, he looked into her eyes and gave his permission. "Cum now my good little bitch...cum for your owner!" It was mere seconds before her body gave in to the screaming need consuming her. Her orgasm ripped through her body at his command, all her muscles tensing and spasming. Her eyes rolled back before they closed, her body clutching onto his. Her overwhelmed mind vaguely registered hearing his groan roaring loudly in her ears as that sweet and already tight little cunt gripped him so hard he saw stars. Her body's natural instinct to milk him dry of every last drop of cum, was being fulfilled. Her back arched, her hips were pushing up hard against him, her breasts pushed up and out at his mercy before him. He couldn't help himself, didn't even think about it, just reached down with one hand and grabbed that soft tit flesh, squeezing hard. His fingers tightening enough to leave bruises as his cock throbbed in the tight sheath, pleasure and pain combining for them both as her hands moved up to mindlessly grasp and claw at her back, her little pink nails leaving tiny bloody gouges he wouldn't feel until later. Her pussy tensing and squeezing painfully tight on that huge hard cock buried so deep inside her. Her pleasure and her love for him being screamed out, but coming out as more of a squeak with his huge left hand still wrapped around her throat, which only added to the overall feeling for her and made her vision swim as her pulse surged under his fingers. She lay as if in a trance, her body functioning and moving, but her mind not fully aware as splash after splash of his hot thick cum shot deep inside her aching little body, claiming it as his even further, from the inside out. His big body partially collapsed on her, keeping her legs from closing. As his breathing slowed and his grip relaxed, he could hear little quiet cries coming from her. After a minute he could tell she was coming back to reality. The little moans and noises started making more sense as he listened, slowly forming words. She was talking to herself, almost like repeating a mantra, of loving her Master, being his adoring property, and obeying him in all things. He looked down at her, and slowly ran a large hand down her still heaving, sweaty little body, his expression gentle as he smiled and waited for full understanding to return to her eyes. She finally quieted completely and stared up, losing herself in the depths of his dark gaze, as her little hands pet his shoulders lovingly, the little slave bracelets tinkling a little as they moved. Leaning down slowly, he pressed a sweet, but clearly territorial kiss to the forehead of his property as he softly said, "Yes... and don't you ever fucking forget it my little slave."