5 comments/ 17829 views/ 3 favorites How I Met my Master By: empress_of_blandings "Noooooooooooooooooooo!" That was the sound of me heading for trouble. Little did I know how sweet, how thrilling and how so sinfully satisfying this new trouble would be. Looking back now, I don't really remember what it was that I had been yelling about. Not that it matters. All that matters is that my penchant for wagering had landed me in soup once again. I had lost. Not money, of course. To me, betting money wasn't betting at all. I never got any kicks out of winning money and certainly got none out of losing it. My idea of thrill was being made to do something I would never do if I weren't forced to. Something that a very small part of me wanted to very desperately do, and something that my conscience and upbringing and all the rest of that would never let me do. Oh, I suppose anyone who has ever googled the word BDSM will know what I mean. Eight o'clock that evening saw me standing with my 3 roommates Sarah, Michelle, & Anna in an internet café. Sarah was in-charge of the café part-time, and as this was her shift, there would be no trouble obtaining a free booth. Michelle had a tote bag with her, containing all the items stipulated in the bet, 'and then some', she said, with a naughty wink. Anna, the one whose idea this had been, was doing the talking. As for me, I was listening, gulping, sputtering, and saying 'WHAT?!' every now and then. My normally peaches-and-cream skin had turned beet red, partly with shame and partly with an unnamed but pleasantly tingly feeling. It was only when I shifted uncomfortably on my feet I became aware of the wetness in my lace panties, and was faintly surprised that I could be feeling so much aroused in such a situation. I had, in the past, done a few naughty things like going out without my underwear on, or with a vegetable up my ass, but I always scurried back to the apartment at the slightest hint of danger. My desire to be controlled continually warred with my sense of propriety, and the girls knew that. And going by what they were proposing, they were going to do something about it. Suddenly I became aware that Anna had finished talking. With a brisk "Off you go, now", she pushed me into the booth. Michelle handed me the tote bag, and rested one hand on my arm. I thought she meant to reassure me, but the busty blonde lightly brushed her index finger over my thin t-shirt and found my right nipple, sending electric tingles of pleasure running all over my body. Goosebumps began to form on my skin as her fingernail relentlessly pressed and scratched the hapless nipple, torturing it into standing up hard and straight. I opened my mouth to moan but she cut me off, saying "Thirty minutes only. Don't waste any of it!" And then I was pushed into the empty booth with the tote bag. The door clicked shut. 30 MINUTES I quickly sat down, logged into a chat room and began to type: Hi. I am a co-ed on a dare. I am sitting in a booth in a public internet café, and I have with me a tote bag that contains 3 candles, a matchbox, 5 clothespins and a hairbrush. For the next half an hour in I am to be controlled by anyone who wishes to take control of me. I will become your slut, your slave, your plaything. I will be utterly obedient to what you say and powerless to object. I am NOT to cum before the half-hour is up; else I will end up losing the dare. Please help! Soon I was attacked by a barrage of private messages from people asking for my phone number, wanting to know if I was demented, and so-on. The minutes were ticking by and I wasn't getting anywhere. I retyped my message twice and shut my eyes in despair. God alone knew what deviltry awaited me if I were to fail in this. Michelle's playful tweak at my nipple reasserted itself in my mind and I opened my eyes, smiling. There was a short, crisp message waiting for me: What are you wearing, slut? There was something about the sentence that arrested my attention. Something commanding and terrifying and yet strangely thrilling. I answered: A maroon zip-up t-shirt and a tight black skirt. Matching black lace underwear. Tell me what you look like. In detail. Leave nothing out. I am 21 years old, and my vital stats are 36-26-38. I have long, silky dark hair that I am wearing in a pony-tail now, and jet black eyes. My lips & nipples are pink, and when they get aroused my nipples become puffy and hard, and stick out prominently. And I keep my pussy hair neatly trimmed. I could think of nothing else to add. Slaves don't have pussies. They have cunts. It was a word I'd never contemplated before, not for myself. It came like a cold bucket of water in the face. I shivered. And deep down, I knew exactly what I was going to answer without having ever thought about it. Without being told. Yes, Master. Slip a finger in your cunt, slave, and tell Master what it feels like. I knew what it would feel like. I could feel the heat and the squishiness that had been developing rapidly in the last few minutes. Hesitantly, I slipped a finger up my skirt and into my panties, and gasped as my hot, pulsing hole clenched around the cold intruder. Then I realised he hadn't said whether I could remove the finger. I would have to type one-handed. Your slave's cunt is hot, tight and wet, Master. Are you aroused, slave? More than I expected to be, Master. You are going to strip. Now. I sat, shell-shocked, as the full implication of the dare that I had accepted sank into me. Goosebumps formed on my arms and legs and my face flushed a deep crimson. Zip down your t-shirt and pull it aside, so that it is well clear of your breasts. Push your bra up and above your tits, without unhooking it. Wiggle out of the skirt completely, get up, lay it on the seat of your chair, and sit back down. Push your panties down to your ankles and spread your knees as wide as you can. If your chair has arms, drape each of your legs over an arm. You have 60 seconds. Go. I scrambled. When I was done, when I was lewdly displayed in accordance with the whim of an unknown person, I typed back. Done, Master. Your every whim has been explicitly obeyed. Good girl. Now back goes the finger into my slut's cunt. I slid it back in. My cunt accepted it, sucked it in hungrily and sloppily. And asked for more. Does it turn you on, sitting in a public place where anyone could walk in at any time, and having your cunt invaded by a finger? Knowing that you are helpless to remove it until I command you to? It does, Master. My clit is aching to be touched. It's all I can do not to moan… Moan, then... Let out a moan to show anyone who might be listening that you are a slutty whore who likes to sit in cafes chatting with utter strangers and moaning with sexual pleasure whenever she's commanded to. I never even thought about it. Not for a second. If my mind knew that to moan now would be humiliating, embarrassing, the ultimate step in submitting to a stranger and degrading myself for him, then it chose to disregard that information. I threw back my head and moaned softly. A pair of sneaker-clad feet stopped abruptly on its way past my cubicle. I hadn't latched the door on the inside, so all he had to do was turn the handle and walk in, and he'd be treated to a sight he wasn't likely to forget in a hurry. Please God, I pleaded silently, though I didn't quite know what I was pleading for. The fact that I was so close to being discovered frightened me and fascinated me at the same time. Finally, as if to put an end to my torment, the feet moved onwards, and exited. I turned my attention to the screen once more. That's enough games, bitch. How many minutes left? I looked at the clock, and was shocked to see that I had.. ..Only 12 minutes left, Master.. Pick up two of the clothespins and clamp one each to your inner thighs, about 3 inches below your cunt. I did. The sharp teeth of the clothespins bit mercilessly into the creamy, smooth skin of my thighs. It took all I had to keep from groaning. My clit throbbed even harder, begging to be touched, and I knew that with a little help from the finger that was in my cunt, I would cum. And I knew that he knew. Take your finger out, you fucking whore. One measly finger doesn't even begin to satisfy that slutty cunt of yours, does it? No, Master. Master's whore wants to be fucked raw by a cock like a baseball bat, doesn't she? Ohhhhhh, yes, Master. I'd tease those pink tits of yours too, working my tongue in circles around them, twisting and rolling them with my fingers and then biting down hard on each one in turn, until they learned who their Master was. My nipples looked up at this, and stood to attention for Him. The image of him touching and teasing my sensitive buds sent an electric buzz through my nipples and made me ache to touch them. What I have in mind for your clit is to endlessly rub it and flick it and bite into it and fondle it, but never once allow you to cum. A shiver ran through me as my clit reacted to those words, and a fresh slew of juices flooded my cunt. The urge to reach down and finish myself off was very strong, but I knew He would not approve, so I closed my eyes and rode out the sensation. But the 'ping' of the messenger summoned me back to reality. Insert that wet finger into your mouth. As far as it can go. Lick it clean and tell Master what his slut tastes like. I had never really done that before, and I hesitated as I brought my hand up towards my face. Just then, my nose caught the aroma of my juices, heady and musky, and I knew that this was something worth tasting. I plunged my finger deep into my mouth, and drew it back out across my tongue. It tastes salty and musky and exotic. It tastes like.. a bitch in heat, Master. That's my girl. Now look down at your nipples. Tell me what they are like. Completely in the spell of this mysterious man by now, I looked down.. Beneath my obscenely pushed up bra, I could see my breasts, big and juicy and firm. My aureoles had always been big, and now.. My pink nipples are jutting out proudly, more aroused than I have ever seen them, Master. They are hard and puffy and are sticking out like pencil erasers.. Two more clothespins. One on each nipple. And tug each nipple hard before you put them on. How many minutes left, slave? I caught my left nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and pulled, hard. Waves of pleasure and pain chased each other through my body, and I clamped the clothespin on; and repeated the process for my other nipple. My body was awash with sensations I had never experienced before – the heightened sensation due to the pain made me aware of every nerve ending in my body tingling. I could barely think. I looked at the clock. 8 minutes more, Master.. End of part –I Part 2 Clamp the final clothespin on your tongue, slut. And break out the candles. Tell me what size they are. 'Obscene' would hardly begin to describe what I looked and felt like now. Filthy? Degraded? Humiliated? I had a feeling the English language would have to come up with a whole new word to describe what I was going through. They are all cylindrical. Their bases are broad and flat. The smallest is 3/4ths of an inch thick and 5 inches tall, the next one 3/4ths of an inch thick and 7 inches long, and the last one is around 2 inches thick and 8 inches in length, Master.. Then I'm sure you know which one to stuff into your greedy cunt, slut. Do it. I gulped. The big one was not plain; it was ridged, its surface like a series of speedbreakers touching each other. My eyes widened as it went in, wick end first. Each little bump on the candle rubbed across my painfully erect clit, torturing it further and further until my knees began to shake with the beginnings of an orgasm. I was going to type back, begging, pleading to cum, but he nipped me in the bud. You are not to cum at any cost, slut. Stop for a while if you feel it coming, and tug on each of the 5 clothespins. Not gently. I pulled hard on the clothespins on my thighs, and the sharp pain stopped my knees from shaking. I quickly tried to push the candle all the way into my cunt, but the series of bumps hit my clit so fast and so hard that I cried out.. 'Mmmmmmfuck..' I felt my toes curling again, so I flicked the clothespins attached to my tits and tongue. Tears stung my eyes, but this time I successfully inserted the candle all the way in. Done, Master, but I only just managed it. I'd do anything to cum now.. Please, Master? Someday I will dip my cock in wine and fuck your mouth with it. Would you like that? Ohhh, yes, Master.. I would love to worship your cock with my mouth.. The image is driving me crazy, Master.. That's my slut. Now, insert the longer of the two remaining candles in your mouth. Tell Master how it feels. The candle is all the way in, and it's all my poor throat can take, Master.. The wick is gently tickling my tonsils, mmmhh.. The candle is also pressing down on the clothespin on my tongue.. I believe you have three minutes left, slut. Insert the remaining candle in your ass. It was a plain, thin candle. I scooted down in the chair to get better access to my asshole, and inserted the wick end into my ass. My tight sphincter grabbed hold of the candle, which fortunately wasn't very thick, and as I fed it in inch by inch it finally settled in my ass quite easily. However, its lack of girth was more than compensated for by the monster in my pussy. The two-inch-thick candle stretched the walls of my cunt with its incredible thickness, and I could feel the membrane of my pussy being rubbed by the thick ridged candle on one side and by the candle in my ass on the other side. Master, here I am, sitting in the booth of a public café, the door of which is not even latched. If anyone came in right now, they would see a buxom brunette splayed out on a chair, jacket pushed aside, tits hanging out below her bra, skirtless, her panties around her ankles, and her legs draped wide over the arms of the chair. Clothespins attached lewdly to her breasts, inner thighs, and tongue, and ever orifice penetrated by a fat, long candle. I think I will go mad if I don't cum right away. Hush, my slut. Only two more minutes left. Hold on. I know you can. Just then, the door opened, and in walked Sarah, Anna & Michelle. For an instant all three of them just stood there, looking at me, unable to believe their eyes. And then, simultaneously, all three of them burst into applause! I felt a warm glow steal over me, and as the girls let out whoops of encouragement I became conscious that I was blushing from head to toe. However, things seldom stayed the way they were for even two minutes when these three girls were involved. Michelle quickly stepped forward and began to twiddle with the ridged candle in my pussy. She roughly thrust it in and out, taking care to make maximum contact with my poor tortured clit. Anna reached into the tote bag that had contained the candles & the clothespins and brought out a hairbrush. With a wicked grin, she started raining light stinging blows all over my breasts, concentrating on hitting the clothespins, and I groaned as I knew that I would be unable to take the combined impact of them both. Sarah had taken over the keyboard and was typing. We are 3 of your slut's roommates, Sir, and we applaud you for the wonderful way in which you have brought out the true submissive in her. However, as she has only two minutes left, and her winning the dare would be soooo boring, we have taken matters into our own hands. Michelle is fucking her with the ridged candle in her pussy, taking good care that her clit doesn't get a moment's respite, and Anna is giving your slut's tits a good looking-after with a hairbrush. Hello, my dears. It's nice to see that my whore has friends who take such excellent care of her. However, she has been an excellent plaything for the last half-hour, and I'm sure she will not come in the remaining 60 seconds. Slut, we are almost there. Do not disappoint me. I knew I must not let him down, and I clenched my hands into fists, trying to block out the overwhelmingly desperate need for release. The clock seemed to take forever to mark off each second. Five agonising seconds passed, then ten. It seemed like I was looking at myself from afar, in slow motion, seeing but not feeling Michelle fucking my cunt with the candle, and Anna's relentless attention to my tits. Half a minute more, slut. Prove yourself worthy of me. And then, suddenly, Sarah's cell-phone burst into sound. The tone was loud and strident, and it was accompanied by the sinful buzz of the vibrator. A wicked I-have-an-idea grin spread across her face as she turned completely towards me. With a whispered "Sorry, sweetheart, you lose", she held the buzzing monster against my clit. That was all it took. I came crashing back to the realm of sensation, as my juices began to flood the chair. My knees bucked violently and I let out a shout that almost brought the entire café crashing down on our heads. I was dimly aware of someone removing the clothespins from my breasts, thighs and tongue, and as the blood came flooding back, another wave of pain and pleasure tore through me and I slid to the floor, bringing my legs closer together and bucking my hips as Michelle expertly humped me with both the candles in my pussy and my ass. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed through me as Sarah started fucking my mouth with the candle, and Anna flicked my clit expertly and repeatedly. I don't know how long I was in that state of pure, sheer pleasure, but my body soon gave up trying to cope with what had happened, and I was led gently from the whirlpool of sensation to a serene, floating cloud. I closed my eyes and slept. When I came to, I found that I had been propped up in a sitting position against a wall. The various things that had been on & in me were all gone, and I was sitting completely naked. I could feel my pussy juices in a puddle under me, and there were wet patches here and there on the carpet. The whole room smelt unmistakably of sex. I looked up to see the three girls towering over me. Sarah and Michelle were grinning broadly, and Anna had an unmistakable look of lust on her face. "We are so proud of you!" they chorused. I grinned back, weakly. "Nice show, babe!" said Michelle. "And by the way, we told your Master in detail about how you came like a tidal wave. He said to tell you that he was really pleased with your performance, and that though you need some training, you had the makings of a first-rate slave." "You've still lost the bet, however," Sarah took over. "This means we'll give you an even tougher dare. Your Master suggested that you should be made to expose yourself to five strangers, in public places, over the course of a week. We've given him your email id. He'll be in touch." "Pick yourself up. Five minutes. We'll be in the car" said Anna, as she playfully ran her foot along my leg, winked at me, and sauntered out with the others. And that was that. __________________________ Love it? Hate it? Drop in a line!! How I Met My Master Day 1 Sitting on the plane I feel my excitement build as we begin our descent, today is the day that I finally meet my Master, the man to whom I will belong for as long as he desires. The landing takes forever and it feels like my bags are never going to arrive. I eventually walk into the arrival hall and scan the crowds. Immediately I see him standing there, just as I knew he would look. I run towards him and throw myself into his waiting arms. We kiss passionately, a kiss that I have been anticipating for far too long. I feel my Masters lips against mine and our tounges intertwine feeling eachother for the first time. My Master takes my case from me and we walk arm in arm from the airport to his waiting car. We chat about nothing on the journey back to his home, just learning more about eachother. We eventually pull up at home and my Master opens the door for me bringing my case in. Immediately the door is closed I remove my clothes and place my collar around my neck, leash attached. I drop to my knees in the position that I have practiced so many times. My Master moves around me checking and correcting where necessary, he touches my body sending a charge of electricity through me. He orders me to remove his pants and take his cock in my mouth. I do this quickly and happily, I have dreamed of this moment for so long. It is not gentle or slow, we both have an urgent need and my Master pushes hard filing my mouth. Soon he pulls out of my mouth and cums hard over my body, marking his property. I am now his. My Master leaves me in slave position while his cum dries on me. He then orders me to move in front if his armchair and coutinue kneeling, I do this ensuring that I heed the corrections that he previously made. He then orders me to masturbate for him. I push two fingers into my wet cunt, Master orders another and I push in a third finger, I will always remember to use three in the future to please my Master. I fuck myself hard with my fingers and my thumb rubs my clit quickly. It does not take long for me to cum hard for my Master, I am so aroused, kneeling covered in his dried cum with my juices dripping down my legs. My Master is pleased with me and orders that I follow him to the bathroom and climb into the shower kneeling facing him while he undoes his pants releasing his cock again. This time my Master marks his property by urinating all over his slave, he orders that I open my mouth to taste his piss, marking me on the inside as well as outside. When finished my Master orders that I remain in position until I dry, now covered with his cum and piss. I now truly belong to Master Larry. My Master leaves me kneeling in the shower cubicle to consider my position in life, I happily kneel with his cum and urine drying on my body, still tasting him in my mouth. After a time my Master returns and helps me to my feet, he is naked and I finally see all of him. He joins me in the shower and gently helps me to wash myself before I wash him all over exploring his body for the first time. We leave the shower and he wraps me in a big warm towel before helping me to dry, naked again I then dry my Master. I am now tired after my long flight and my Master leads me to our bed where he pulls back the covers and helps me to climb in, he gets in beside me and wraps his arms around me, I lay with my head on his chest sighing contentedly. He turns me towards him and we kiss, a long passionate kiss, his hands move to my breasts pinching and pulling my nipples sending a jolt of electricity through my body and down to my clit. He pulls me on top of him and I feel his hard cock against me. I sit up and straddle him one leg either side of his hips. I then lower myself onto my Master's hard cock and feel him entering me for the first time. I move up and down slowly using my muscles, strengthened through Kegel exercises, to milk him. I am tight and my Master can feel every part of me as I contract around him. All the time he is pinching and squeezing my nipples, pulling them hard until I gasp in pain and then rolling them between his finger and thumb. I am so wet that my juices leak over my Master's lap. I move up and down, side to side, slowly at first becoming faster, I ask for permission to cum and Master tells me to wait so that we can cum together I happily follow his orders taking care not to let my body betray me. I soon feel my Masters cock twitch inside me and he tells me to cum. I cum long and hard, the best orgasm that I have ever felt as my Master explodes inside me, Master and slave cumming together for the first time. When he has finished cumming I lay down on my Masters chest, his cock still inside me, until he softens. I roll off of him and move down to take him in my mouth, cleaning our mixed juices off of him. When he is fully clean I move back up to once again lay in his arms where we fall asleep happliy together at last. Day 2 After a long and restful sleep I awake still wrapped in my Master's strong arms, I take a few minutes to look at him sleeping and to consider how lucky I am to have found my perfect Master, how fate brought us together, and the journey that we have travelled to get where we are today. I truly feel like the luckiest slave ever. I unwrap myself from my Master's embrace and get out of bed, I move to the kitchen and brew a fresh cup of coffee, strong and black as I know he likes. I find some fruit and make him a fresh fruit salad before taking them to the bedroom ready for when he awakes. I do not have to wait long, the smell of his slave and the coffee bring him out of his slumber. My Master awakes to find his slave kneeling at his bedside with his breakfast waiting. I kneel next to him while he eats and drinks occasionally feeding me a piece of fruit and giving me a sip of his coffee. When he finishes he tells me that today is the day that he will take my virgin ass. My Master first orders that I go to the draw in the bedroom which contains the toys that he has selected for me, he tells me to bring the dildo, clamps and plug. I find these and lay them on the bed beside him. He beckons me closer and pulls hard on my nipples instantly making them spring to life. Once he is satisfied that they are large enough he applys a clamp to each one making me gasp in pain and bringing tears to my eyes, I constantly look into my Masters eyes showing him that he has complete control of me. My Master orders that I turn around facing away from him and bend over at the waist. I feel something enter my cunt, too small to be the dildo, my Master has put the plug into my wet hole to prepare it for entering my ass. I am very grateful for his kindness in not putting it in dry. He removes the plug from my cunt once he has gathered my juices on it and orders that I use my hands to part my cheeks for him. I do this and he orders that I part them wider. I suddenly feel a large object being pushed into my asshole, it is a shock and I fall forwards, I right myself and feel two sharp slaps on my ass from my Master, it is my responsibility to remain upright and I widen my legs to ensure that I do not fall again. My Master once again pushes the plug into my ass twisting it as he pushes. I feel a sharp pain and gasp, my Master laughs, this is nowhere near as big as the cock that will be in there later. He continues to push and twist until the plug is fully in and my hole closes around the base. My Master orders that I stand up and turn back to face him. It feels stange to have this object in my ass I am not used to it. He tells me to take the dildo and push it into my cunt. This is a feeling I am more familiar with, but it still feels odd with both of my holes full and my nipples clamped. My Master orders that I cum which I do almost instantly. He then tells me to bend over him and suck his cock, it is in my interests to suck it well and make it very wet ready to enter my ass. When he is satisfied my Master orders that I reach around and remove the plug. Pulling it out is difficult and hurts, hovever I persist and it eventually comes out. I am left feeling empty, but not for long. My Master gets out of the bed and orders that I bend over it. He moves behind me and I part my cheeks for him remembering how wide he likes them. I feel him move forward and he suddenly plunges into me hard. I scream in pain and the tears start flowing. He continues to thrust in and out, I start to get used to it and enjoy the sensation. I am so glad that I saved this for My Master. Faster and faster harder and harder he pumps in and out of me until all of a sudden I am empty. I suddenly feel a splash of liquid on my back and realise that my Master has chosen to mark his slave's back by cumming over it. I am so happy. When he has finished, he leaves me there while he goes for a shower. When he returns he holds me in his arms, telling me that he is proud of his slave before telling me to go and shower. We have a long day ahead. I take a long hot shower washing my Master's mark off and ensuring that I clean everywhere thoroughly. I step out of the shower and dry myself well before replacing my collar and leash and moving to the living room. My Master is sitting in the chair and beckons for me to sit at his feet while he reads the morning paper. I sit happily and he allows me to rest my head on his knee. We sit and discuss the days news and he reads me stories of interest. I rise and bring my Master another cup of coffee at his command. When my Master has finished his paper and is ready he rises and orders that I follow him, he picks up my leash and I know that this is the signal that I should crawl behind him. We move back into the bedroom and he orders that I climb onto the bed and lay face down with my arms and legs outstretched. My Master places a pillow underneath my lower stomach, raising my ass in the air, and proceeds to tie my arms and legs to the corners of the bed rendering me immobile. He explains that as this is my first real session with him he will be relatively gentle with me. I feel a sharp pain on my ass cheek, first one and then the other and I realise that my Master has slapped me. I gasp and Master laughs as he tells me that it was just a gentle tap compared with what I should expect. I cannot see what is happening but I hear my Master moving around the room, I do not hear him come back and when I feel the first blow I scream in agony, this is nothing like I have done to myself in our online play sessions. I instantly feel tears prick my eyes and my cunt start dripping with excitement. I thank my Master through my tears. My Master continues to reign blows on me as I scream and cry in agony again and again hitting my ass with what I find later is my belt, the one that I have used on myself so often. My cunt gets wetter and wetter until I am sure that I am going to cum. After what seems like an eternity the blows stop and my Master utters one word "cum". I explode cumming long and hard panting through my sobs. I am in so much pain, but so happy, I am crying for my Master and the long wait that I have had for this moment. My Master unties me and sits on the bed cradling me in his arms, telling me how pleased he is with me while I continue to sob. I know that in the future it will get much harder and I am looking forward to that very much, I crave more. I have never felt more alive. My Master and I spend the rest of the day together, first we have a shower where he gently washes my sore and red ass before I wash him all over, he then permits me to sit on his chair with him, laying beside him, my head in his lap. I am still tired from my journey and fall asleep like this, my Master chooses to allow me to sleep. In the evening we cook dinner together and I have never felt as happy as I do at this moment. When we have finished eating, my Master tells me that it is time to feel his fist, this is one of the moments that I have been waiting for and I happily follow him into the bedroom once again. When we are in the bedroom he orders that I climb up onto the bed and lay on my back with my knees bent and my legs apart giving easy access to my cunt. My Master puts in two and then three fingers, already I am feeling full and cannot see how he could fit any more into me but he has soon pushed a fourth finger into me. He tells me to pull hard on my nipples which I do, he orders that I pull harder making me scream out. At the same time I feel my Master's hand twisting against my cunt and pushing. My cunt stretches more than it ever has before and I scream out from that as well as the pain in my nipples. I feel a great pressure against me and suddenly my Masters fist in inside me. I have a feeling of being very full and am so happy that my Master has chosen to fill me. My Master moves his fist around inside of me and I find myself grinding against his arm trying to get him deeper. He utters the word "cum" and I completely let go, cumming long and hard with his fist inside my cunt, coating his hand with my juices I feel like I will never stop. I do eventually stop cumming and my Master pulls his fist out of me. I feel myself stretching again and thank goodness for my Kegel exercises which will ensure that my cunt remains tight for my Master. He moves his hand up to me and I lick my juices off of it hungarily. Once my Master is satisfied that I have cleaned him sufficiently he lays on the bed and allows me the pleasure of sucking his cock before bedtime. I cannot wait until tomorrow and dream about what new experiences it will bring me and my Master Larry. How I Met my Master How I met my Master We met a couple of weeks ago on Yahoo and talked about all and everything: music, philosophy, politics, whatever came up, all night long. You allowed me to text you on your mobile, but did not allow me to call you yet. I so wanted to hear your voice, but you told me it was too soon for that. I so needed to hear your voice, I decided to switch off the caller-id on my cellphone and to call you without you knowing it would be me. I felt so devious doing that, but I could not resist. Just calling you and hearing your voice, without saying anything myself until you would hang up the phone. That was my intention. Then you answered the phone and said with a deep, warm voice: Hello, this is Reed... Panic took over hearing this strong, self-assured voice, this was not what I had been expecting,: it sank deep in my body and psyche, making me shiver with anticipation. Just those four words, I hang up forgetting my initial plan, as I sat on my bed and letting the cellphone drop on the sheets. Having heard your voice I knew you were special, not yet knowing I just heard my Master; my Master who would be taming me in the near future. Excitement rushed through my body, replacing curiosity, as I wondered how you made me want more by just talking one sentence to me. My thoughts and feelings were in turmoil, so horny, God so horny for you. My panties were so wet, I felt it though my trousers as I rubbed my crotch, could not take it anymore. Removing my pants, I touched that little piece of wet textile hugging my mound, exciting my clit even more. Then I removed all my clothing, not being able to bear any of it on my skin anymore. Laying naked on my bed , so horny for you Reed, so needing you. This was so unusual for me, to be so horny in the middle of the day, it swept me off my feet as I played with my clit feeling my body react . More, more, please more, Reed give me more, I thought as I replayed your voice in my head. Fuck me, fuck your slave now, fuck me on my bed. Widening my legs, I imagined you licking out my pussy, sucking my clit between your lips. Oh yes, yes, yesss! More... more.... I took my dildo, thinking of it as your dick, licking it and moisturizing it with my saliva. Sucking your dick, looking up at you. Yes Master that is what I so wanted: your approval. Please look at me Master, look at what your slave is doing for you! Taking the dildo out of my mouth, I pressed the tip of it on my cunt. With one thrust I buried it deep in my hungry cunt. In my mind I felt your body on mine as you pushed in and out of me, taking all of me. O Master this felt so good, feeling you deep inside me, filling me. Oh, this is how I wanted to be taken by you. Filled up with your lovely dick, that was all that mattered to me. Please Master, please stretch my pussy, take me deep, I hissed. Take charge of your slave, I begged you and as I did, I felt my orgasm ride through my lower belly and beyond, trashing me around on the bed, making me weep and pant. Oh Master, that is what you did to me when we first spoke, even just one sentence. I knew after that first orgasm I needed your guidance. I am lucky you are guiding me now. That, is material for future chapters. Belle