0 comments/ 24591 views/ 3 favorites Jamaica Ch. 01 By: lilsubalex Jamaica. Ah. Jamaica. Warm, beautiful, isolated, relaxing ...... erotic... Jamaica. The villas at Silver Sands Estates are everything from 1 or 2 bedroom to practically mansions. The ones that are rented out are well appointed and some very luxurious. "Hang Time," the house we rent is a very comfortable 3 en suite bedrooms, with a big living room/dining room and kitchen in a great room concept. There is a covered breezeway with a sun deck above it and a private pool. Many of the houses have pools and for me, it is a must. Some would ask why a pool when you are within 3 minutes of a private beach for the houses in the estates area, but I don't like either sand or salt water. I like to go snorkeling, but want to get showered off practically the minute I get out; so, I prefer the pool. Plus, it is completely private and still has a gorgeous view of the Caribbean. The houses come complete with full staff who wait on you hand and foot including your laundry! The staff is at the house from 9:30 am -- 4pm so everything is taken care of, but still lots of privacy. It is just this side of heaven!! The first time I went, I went alone with my kids right before they went back to school after summer break. We went right between hurricanes, very lucky timing. This time? It is snowing in the upper Midwest, so this is truly an escape! The kids are on school trips skiing now, they'll be down next week; but for now, it is just Master and I. Yes, I'm pretty damned sure this is just this side of heaven. We've been here 4 days, it took a full day to relax and adjust to no phone and no computer. The house is now wired for wireless internet and does have a phone, though cells don't work; but this trip? No computer. This is to escape. Master knows how insane my life has been lately and he knows how desperately I've needed to relax; so here we are! We flew into Montego Bay and the management company sent the van for us, all we had to do was retrieve our bags and go through customs. This trip is pack-lite! Just need bikinis, shorts & tops, a cover-up or two, two dresses and bathroom stuff. Just one rolling bag including my toiletries and some snacks that are too expensive to get here or just plain unavailable. I never travel this light, but I know from last trip, I don't need more. We'd sent some items ahead ... toys. And we'll have those shipped back home again; NOT taking those through airport security these days! Lucille, the housekeeper, and Ingrid, the cook, have gone into Duncans Trelawny for groceries and supplies (including more rum!) and Master has gone out fishing, so I have the house to myself for the first time in the middle of the day since we've been here. I'm laying out at the pool and, since I'm alone, am nude to even out my tan. I'm pretty lucky, with my Native American heritage I tan very quickly, so I just need a few hours to do the trick. Master instructed me to keep at least level 8 sunscreen on, as he doesn't want his pet burned, but knows I'm pretty sensible anyway. I've been out about 2 hours and have gotten pretty warm. Getting up from my lounge, I move to the side of the pool and step down on the steps on the master bedroom end of the pool, moving down to cool off. It feels so good that once I'm cooled, I leave my feet and lower legs in the refreshing water and sit on the edge, leaning back on my hands. I reach back to the chair side table and grab my sunscreen and pull my towel down with me. Dispensing a generous amount of the cream into my palm, I begin smoothing it over my legs, noticing the taut skin over the muscles of my calves and thighs smoothing up my long legs. It's been a lot of work, but I'm pretty happy with my body. In fact, I look pretty damn good for a 45 year old mom of 2 teenagers! Not perfect by any stretch, no six pack abs, but with a slight roundness of my hips, ass and tummy that clearly mark me as a woman, not a girl, yet a size 10 in most things and a size 8 in some. My tits are very full, 38 - large C cup. As such, they aren't perky. Hell! At 16 they weren't perky, but 36C at 14, well, that happens. After protecting my legs and arms with the sunscreen, I squeeze more into my palm and scrunch my towel into a pillow then lay back. Rubbing my hands together to share the sunscreen, I begin to smooth it over and all around my tits, covering them fully. I can't resist playing with my nipples a bit, even though they are still sensitive and a bit sore from last night's play. Master loves to suck, roll, bite, pinch, and pull on my nipples as well as using pins and clamps on them. Does it hurt? Sure it does, but the intensity is amazing, moving directly from my nipples to my clit. It's impossible to explain, but the pain ramps up all the other sensations. Yes, it is still pain, but it just feels unlike cutting my hand or stepping on a rock with barefeet. Plus, Master enjoys it. He enjoys knowing what the pain does to me. He enjoys knowing that if he wants me to deal with it, I relish it. He enjoys knowing that even though I might complain about the intensity level, that I still move into it for him. Trusting that he always knows where my limits are and that while he will cause hurt, he would never ever harm me. And, he knows that I need to surrender that control to him. He knows that I give it freely, eagerly, wantonly knowing that he will take me, us, to incredible heights and ever deepening connections born of that trust. My fingers roll my sensitive nipples, tugging them and then pinching them, feeling them slide between my slick fingers. I tug my nipples out from my tits, pulling them up up up, squeezing them tighter and tighter until my fingers are holding them just by the very tips stretched as far as they will go. I moan as my fingers pull off the now aching nubs and my tits bounce from the release. I smooth my hands down over my belly and then over the mound of my smooth cunt. Many, many laser sessions have given me a nearly always smooth mound and labia. I need to shave between my cunt lips once a week or so and occasionally run a razor over my pussy, and between my ass cheeks but mostly .. very smooth and hairless. Master loves that too. When my cunt is wet and dripping and he rubs that wetness all over my cunt then pulls his big hand back and sharply spanks my spread open defenseless pussy? Well, there isn't even hair to cushion the sting, even more stinging when the flesh is wet. He loves to spank my swollen cunt until it is red and I am writhing yet always keeping my legs spread for him. It never fails to make me feel completely submissive and completely crazy with lust for him. I spread my legs wide open and make sure to cover every inch of the sensitive exposed skin with protectant. Master would be very unhappy if I let his pet cunt get sunburned! So, I stroke over the skin, between the outer lips and inner lips and down between my ass cheeks. Sliding my fingers up my slit from my ass, I moan at the wetness they find. Wetness that has nothing to do with the sunscreen and everything to do with how much of a slut I am. Laying there naked by the swimming pool in this tropical paradise playing with my cunt and tits. My fingers toy with my clit, jolting at the sensitivity there. Gasping and catching my breath, arching my back as my hips roll down then back up into my hand. I play for a while, drawing my desire up, but then, I know I must stop. For while Master likes me to play with my cunt and tits to keep me on edge, I'm not allowed to cum without express permission and I'm not about to break that rule and put a damper on our vacation by Master having to really punish me. Pulling my hands away from my now highly sensitized body, I lay them on the concrete next to my head and relax into the warmth. I must have dozed off because the sound of the splash into the water and the sprinkling of water over me startles me awake. I move to lift my shoulders up but feel hands on my upper chest holding me down. I'm still pretty groggy from sleep, but it is only when I hear Master's voice next to my ear saying, "Stay down, my slut" at the same time I hear splashing and movement in the water at my feet that it occurs to me we are not alone. My eyes flash open and look up to see Master's smiling face then I look down and see Christian, the young man who drives us around when we leave the estates area, moving toward me through the water. I struggle slightly and Master's smile vanishes, "I said, stay down, slut. You were curious yesterday, now you'll find out." I hold still at his words and obey him. We've never had anyone involved in our play before and I'm more than apprehensive, but, he's right. He knows me, I was curious. The day before, we had decided to do some sightseeing and souvenir shopping in Ocho Rios. We didn't get a car, but Lucille had arranged for a car and driver for us. Christian was the same driver who had driven the kids and I around last time. I knew him to be capable and had felt safe in his care. It was a typical Jamaica day, sunny, warm and beautiful. I wore a mid-thigh backless halter dress with a built-in bra, a white lace thong and heeled sandals with my long hair up in a high pony-tail that reached down between my shoulders. Before we left to go, Master had instructed me to stand with my feet wide spread and bend down to touch the ground in a yoga position called wide-angle forward bend. Once I was in position, he put his hand on my ass to steady me, then pulled the string of my thong out from between my cheeks and pussy lips moving it to the side, and instructed me to reach up and spread my cunt lips open wide. I did so, reaching my fingers inside my tender pussy lips on both sides and spread them harshly apart. From between my legs I saw that Master had the cunt training balls in his hands. They are two metal balls, approximately the size of golf balls but much heavier on a heavy string with a silver open heart at the end of the string. The balls move against each other inside my cunt and make my muscles flex and move to grip them thus working my cunt and keeping me very aroused. It took a lot of training for me to be able to have them inside of me for any length of time without my muscles cramping, but, over time, I've become a well-trained slut whose innate submissiveness is enhanced by his care of me. I moaned, knowing this trip just got a lot more interesting. He pressed the first ball into the opening of my cunt exerting gentle but firm pressure to insert it into my tight opening. I could feel my body stretching to begin accommodating it and then it popped up and was swallowed by my cunt. I let go the breath I didn't realize I was holding and then felt the second ball at my opening; just as quickly it was in. I watched as Master brought two fingers toward my cunt and slid them inside, I moaned lifting my ass higher into the air, pressing my cunt back onto his fingers. "Master....." I breathed out and his chuckle answered me, "let's push these up higher, shall we slut?" his fingers doing just that, my cunt grasping his fingers and rolling against the metal trainers. He removed his fingers and I felt the weight inside my cunt answered by the heavy metal heart laying against my cunt lips. Master moved his fingers toward my face and I opened my mouth knowing what was expected. I licked and sucked his fingers clean of my wetness rolling my tongue over, around and between his fingers to completely remove any residue from his digits until he removed them from my mouth. His other hand was still on my ass, so I knew I was not to move or release my hands from their position of holding my nether regions widely spread open. I saw him lean forward and then saw the anal beads in his hand. They are much smaller than the cunt balls, about the size of a gum ball, but also silver metals and still heavy. The four balls were also on a heavy string with an open metal ring at the end for removal. I watched his hand bring the balls to my still spread open cunt and felt him roll them through the wetness there. "I think you've enough lube for these, don't you little one?" I rocked my pussy back against his hand knowing that he wasn't really asking me to answer him, his words were designed to ramp up my desire and bring my submissiveness even more to the forefront of my consciousness by humiliating me with my body's reactions. Oh, yes, he knows me. "Spread your ass wide now slut," he'd instructed, I'd released my hold on my now aching cunt lips and reached back and up to grasp my ass cheeks and pulled them widely apart, feeling the tight skin between stretched and the pull opened my hole. I watched as he moved his hand toward my ass and began pushing the first ball inside of me. My ass is well trained by plugs, dildos, fingers and Master's thick cock. He loves to use my ass and I adore when he does. There are few things than are more submissive than begging your Master to fuck your ass and then begging him to fuck it hard & deep until you are begging him to let you cum from the use. Still, every time my ass is being spread, the sensations of "wrongness" roll through my mind and I can't help the answering wetness of my cunt and hardening of nipples as my ass opens to accept his desired insertion. The first ball pops in, followed by his finger pushing it up and deeper inside, then the second and his finger then the third and fourth. I'd closed my eyes on the sensations and felt myself sway slightly in my stance. Master grabbed my hips with his hands and steadied me. "Easy pet. Breath and open your eyes." I did, looking up at him from between my legs and as I did, I saw the string from the anal beads swinging freely. He patted my ass, then my cunt, readjusted the string of my thong back between my cunt lips and ass crack, then told me to stand and hold the skirt of my dress up. I did so and as I rose up I found myself facing the mirror and seeing the two metals rings hanging there, the cunt ball heart ring hanging just below my labia, swaying there, and the anal ball ring was fully exposed down below the front heart. The combination of the feeling of the balls in my ass and cunt and seeing those metal rings between my spread legs, I knew that I was going to be very glad Master allowed me to wear a thong since I was going to be soaked and those rings were going to be bouncing and swaying with each step and movement I made. "Let your dress drop and let's go, pet," he told me. I obeyed and took a step forward then stopped as I heard the two metal rings clatter against each other. I gasped and looked at him. I was wearing no jewelry to mask the sound and anyone near by was going to hear the sound. He lifted an eyebrow and said, "I guess you'll have to move carefully or face some odd looks, my girl." He chuckled and moved out of the bedroom. I felt my face flush with heat, but reaching for my purse, I also felt the rush of deep heat inside my core as I submitted mentally and emotionally to whatever he had in mind. The drive took us under an hour in the smallish Toyota SUV. Fuel prices and corresponding fuel efficiency drive the size of the vehicles here not the size of the driver. While Christian is not a large man, he is tall and powerfully built and the vehicle looks too small for him to be in all the time and his head is not far from the roof of the car, especially with part of his dread locks captured in a ponytail on top of his head. Master and I sat together in the back seat and other than the occasional jostling I felt inside my cunt and ass when the car hits a rut or pothole or bump in the road, the ride was uneventful. Christian kept us entertained with descriptions of what we were passing and stories of his life and people he knows. His Jamaican accent is smooth and only sometimes difficult to understand. We arrived in Ocho Rios and Christian took us to a few touristy places and then a small area of shops that are in a kind of storage shed complex. We had a fun time looking at all the merchandise, haggling and buying a few things. With every step I took though, I was reminded of my submission to my Master as the rings swayed between my legs and occasional hit against each other making a clanking noise that caused curious glances; each one made me blush. I was glad I tan a goldish red to help cover it! After a few shopping forays, we were hungry and ready for lunch. Christian drove us to a beach-side restaurant and while we went to enjoy a leisurely lunch, he announced he had some things to do and would see us back at the car later. Master and I sat in a one-sided booth that faced the beach. We ordered crab and salads and each got a rum punch drink. We relaxed for a long time, just enjoying the day and each other's company. Occasionally, Master would slide his hand up under my skirt and toy with the metal rings laying there between my legs; it brought back the focus of my submission to him, not that I'd forgotten the presence of those metal balls inside me or anything, but, still. That reminder was powerful. After a good long while, we finished our lunch and our drinks then decided it is time to head home. We left the restaurant and walked to where we'd left the SUV. As we walked across the street and moved up to the side of the vehicle, we saw that Christian was in the front seat asleep with earbuds from what I assumed was his iPod in his ears. I was slightly in front and to the side of Master as he had his hand on my lower back slightly guiding me. I stuttered to a stop and gasped without conscious thought as I came to the passenger side window (which is on the left side of the car here in Jamaica) and looked across at Christian. He was wearing shorts and a tank top and while the shorts were not short by any definition when he was standing, when he was sitting they bunched around the upper portion of his thighs. And there, laying against his right thigh, fully exposed out the leg hole of his shorts, was the head and part of the shaft of his cock. The dark colored shaft was a good 5 inches down his thigh with the head another 1 ½" and was almost as wide as three of my fingers AND IT WAS SOFT. I stood there staring without realizing I was. I felt his breath on my ear before I heard his whispered words, "look at that pet, I bet it is twice that size hard. That would be bigger than your largest dildo, could you take it?" My face flamed red and I stepped back and turned slightly running into Master's solid body and looked down at his chest. He tipped my chin up to look at him and I stammered out, "I'm sorry Master, I was just so surprised, and ..." My words left me as I looked at his eyes and saw the lust there. "And, you were immediately curious as to what that cock would feel like inside your cunt and taste like inside your mouth and could you get all of it in or would it choke you, right little slut?" I can't lie to him, but I couldn't answer either, so I nodded. "Hmm, that's interesting," he responded with a slight smile, then he moved to open the back door and guided me around it to get in. Christian awoke with the movement of the car and sat upright, asking if we are ready to return to the house. Master told him we are; I was still so flustered I couldn't respond at all. I got in the back seat and slid across to behind Christian, the high backed front seats all but blocking me from his view. I felt my cunt leaving a trail of wetness under me as I adjusted the skirt of my dress out from under me to settle my bare ass onto the seat and spread my legs open as I've been trained to do. Master got in and closed the door as Christian started the vehicle and moved out onto the street. We drove along, quickly leaving Ocho Rios behind and began the 45 minute drive back to the house. From my position behind Christian, I could hear the music loudly playing from his iPod so I was confident he couldn't hear us. Master had reached over and began playing with my cunt as we rode along. I turned my head and leaned over, hoping he would kiss me and he did, sliding his tongue over my lips and into my willing mouth to dance along my tongue. I pressed my cunt into his hand and moaned into his mouth. He slipped his tongue out of my mouth and nipped at my jaw lightly. I moaned out, "Oh, gods, Master, may I suck your cock." Jamaica Ch. 01 He looked into my eyes and said, "oh, my pet is turned on by the view, eh?" I blush, and started to shake my head no to deny, but that wouldn't have been completely true. Yes, seeing Christian's cock like that did ramp up the arousal of my body from the hours of the balls inside my ass and cunt, but Master always has that effect on me anyway. So, I didn't want him to misunderstand my intent or desires. But he stopped me from answering, "I know, pet. I know." I looked at him and knew that he *did* know. "Yes, little slut, you may enjoy serving your Master's cock." I smiled in relief and let out the breath I didn't know I'd been holding. I slid my hips and ass back toward my door and reached toward the button and fly of Master's shorts to open them, then reached inside to expose his cock to my hungry mouth. I found him more than half-hard already and thought the day had an impact on him as well. I leaned down and extended my tongue out of my mouth and began to make a slow circular path around the tip of his cock and then lower around the head strumming slightly back and forth underneath the head on the sensitive fold of skin there. I dipped my head to side and licked down the shaft toward the base, looking up at his face as I lathed his rapidly hardening cock with my wet eager tongue, wrapping my tongue around the side and slowly up, licking around the head then back down the other side until I got to the bottom and then slowly back up again. I continued the slow bathing of his shaft and head with my tongue for a good while until I felt his hand close around my ponytail tightly in a signal to move on. I lifted my head in answer and opening my mouth widely I took the head into my mouth and closed my lips around his cock swirling my tongue all over it as I suck the luscious head slowly. Then, torturing myself as I love to suck him to filling my mouth with his cum, I just as slowly sucked more and more of his wonderful cock into my mouth continuing the lavishing of my tongue over his flesh as it drew further and further inside the warm wetness of my adoring mouth. I began a slow rhythm that I know he enjoys moving my mouth up and down his hardness taking more and more of it each journey down until finally, the head was buried deeply in my mouth nudging my throat open and I gagged slightly and swallowed rippling my muscles along his head and part of his shaft with my tongue pressed against the rest of his shaft and held there for several breathless beats. Again, I felt the tug on my ponytail and I knew that meant to move up and repeat. I did, several times, feeling the muscles in his thighs bunching up under my hands. I reached between his legs into the leg of his shorts and massaged his balls gently, feeling them tighten and I begin to move faster and faster, completely swallowing him with a slight gag and a swallow each time I fully captured his cock in my mouth and throat. All too soon, Master began to lift his hips and push down on my head and then held me there, I felt his shaft pulsing as his cum explode out of him and into my waiting longing mouth. As he came hard inside my throat, I glanced up and, in the rear view mirror, saw Christian's eyes in the angled down mirror watching my busy mouth at work. I glanced up further and noticed that his tongue was long and plump and was out of his mouth with the tip of it against the tip of his nose. The thought of him watching us; the thought of his cock; the thought of that tongue; the balls moving in my cunt and ass as my body moved while I pleased and was pleased by Master's cock and the reality of my amazing Master's cock filling my mouth and his cum shooting down my throat overwhelmed me and I came. Hard. Suddenly. And without permission, moaning loudly around Master's cock and writhing on the seat feeling my cunt muscle's iron clamp around the metal balls. It wasn't the first time I've cum as Master's hot sticky cum has overflowed my mouth and it won't be the first time I've been spanked hard for it. But that would cum later. He always makes me wait for that part. I know that Master loves that I orgasm from sucking his cock, with no other stimulation at all, but I know the rules and cumming without permission is simply not allowed without punishment. Usually, I can control myself, but it just happened out of no where. Master tugged on my ponytail and I knew that meant to get busy cleaning him. I did. I fully cleaned his cock .. the shaft, the base, reaching my tongue down into his shorts as far as I could reach it, lapping and cleaning all around then up and all over his shaft and then finally around the head. Once I was done, I rearranged his cock back into his shorts and closed them back up. I sat up and glanced into the rear view mirror seeing Christian's eyes looking at mine. Those same eyes that are now looking at my naked, spread open body as he moves through the water toward me. Jamaica Ch. 02 I struggle slightly and Master's smile vanishes, "I said, stay down, slut. You were curious yesterday, now you'll find out." I hold still at his words and obey him. We've never had anyone involved in our play before and I'm more than apprehensive, but, he's right. He knows me, I was curious. I was curious and now the object of that curiosity was now looking at my naked, spread open body as he moves through the water toward me. The day before, after our ride home from Ocho Rios when I'd cum without permission while sucking Master off and looking up to see Christian watching me in the rearview mirror; I'd known I was going to be punished. I hated disappointing Master and knew that he wasn't unreasonable with the rules he had for me. I simply sometimes lost control of my arousal and was unable to control my climax. Today had been one of those times. Now, the only question was, how would Master decide to teach me? No words were spoken for the final 15 minutes of our drive home. When we arrived back at the house, Master opened his door and then, ever the gentleman, extended his hand to assist me out of the back seat of the SUV. After closing the door, he stopped at the passenger window, "Our thanks, Christian. Lucille mentioned you could arrange a fishing trip. Could you set it up for in the morning and are you available tomorrow?" Christian answered that he was sure he could and that he would arrive to pick him up at 10am if that would be acceptable. Master replied that it was and holding onto my wrist, began to walk me to the front door. When we went into the house, Lucille was standing there holding the door open for us. As we entered the house, I glanced over my shoulder and saw Christian watching; a look of frank appraisal on his face as he looked at me. We stepped in and she went out to talk to Christian, Master stopped at the door and pulled me closer to him. "Slut, go into the bedroom, remove your thong, bend over the end of the bed in position and wait for me." He knew I wouldn't hesitate and went down the hall immediately. When I reached the door, I stopped to reach to close it but glanced up and saw him standing at the end of the hall watching me. He made a slight negative motion with his head and I gasped knowing he meant for me to follow his instructions while leaving the bedroom door open to the rest of the house. I shuddered knowing that as I laid there perched upon the bed with my ass and cunt on display, that either Lucille or Ingrid could come in and see me. But, I obeyed him and left the door open. I went to the end of the bed, took my thong off and laid it down; then spreading my legs as widely as I could and still stand, bent from my hips and laid on the bed, keeping my feet touching the floor extending my arms out above my head with my ass in the air and my cunt exposed between widely spread open legs. I could feel the heaviness of the training balls pressing against the front wall of my cunt and hearing the metal rings clanging as they swung against the bed. My hamstrings stretched tight as I laid there, knowing that I wasn't allowed to fully relax onto the bed because I had to keep my feet on the floor and my ass in the air. I'd been in this position before and knew that in addition to the risk of being found like this by the house staff, it would quickly become physically uncomfortable especially as I tried to keep my shins from pressing against the wooden footboard of the bed. I'm an avid yoga practitioner so my muscles are used to being spread, stretched and held that way, plus Master also makes sure I have lots of practice during our play, but while it helped considerably, it still did not eliminate the discomfort. And nothing would diminish the embarrassment if I was found like this. Even with that, I could feel my cunt working the metal balls inside it and my juices dripping out. Gods, I'm a slut. I heard the front door close as Lucille came back into the house and could hear Master out in the great room talking to Lucille and Ingrid about Ocho Rios, dinner and life on the island. As I laid there, I could hear that chatter and wondered how long he'd have me in this posture waiting for him to come in to hand down my punishment. I knew I deserved whatever it was and that I'd long ago agreed to the rules. I knew what they were and if I broke them, even accidentally or without forethought or planned disregard, I still expected to be punished. It made the parameters of our relationship very comforting to relax into. I knew the boundaries and the expectations. It was much more reliable than the rest of the world but yet somehow not at all limiting. And it was always deeply erotic. There is no way I can explain that. I know that would be crazy to anyone who isn't submissive or at least dominant; but, if one is either of those? Explanations are not necessary at all. I took a deep breath and relaxed, knowing that not only did I deserve what was to come -- whatever it was - I needed it as well. After what could have been a very long time according to my muscles, I heard steps on the terrazzo tile in the hallway. I held my breath hoping those footsteps belonged to Master. I heard a drawer being opened and breathed out knowing that it was him. I felt weight on my back from things being sat on me. Then, I felt his hand on my ass. I also realized the door was still open and hoped that whatever he planned would be quiet so as not to draw either of the staff down to investigate. "Well, girl. We have more training to do, don't we?" "Master, I ... I ... I'm sorry Master. I broke your very first rule for me and I'm sorry. Please correct your slut so that I learn to serve you as you want me to serve you." I felt his hand slide down my ass and felt a sharp slap on my exposed pussy. I gasped and jolted. "Life that ass higher into the air, slut and spread your ass cheeks open wide." I struggled to comply, pressing my feet harder into the ground, tightening my leg muscles and arching my back to lift my ass higher into the air then reached back to grab my ass and spread my cheeks widely open. "Since you still can not control your body, we will give you further opportunity to practice, little one." I felt his hand at my cunt opening and thought perhaps he was going to remove the training balls, but instead, felt something being pressed against my hot, wet skin and my mind raced to try to analyze what it was. Then, it pressed inside me and I realized what it was -- the soft-skin remote control egg. I moaned as quietly as I could and felt myself pressing against his hand and opening to accept the toy before I realized what I was doing. I heard his chuckle and knew what he was thinking, "horny little slut." I knew because I was thinking it too. Then I felt something cold at my back hole and felt it pushing to open me to its entry. From the size and the temperature, I knew it was the large rosebud anal plug. The size wasn't what made it "large", in fact it was about the size of a jumbo sized egg, but the weight. Oh.. the weight, it was just over a pound. And with the metal balls already in my cunt and ass, my internal muscles were already feeling the strain, plus with the addition of the vibrating egg in my cunt too, I was a very full slut and until Master removed the plug from my ass, everything was staying exactly where it was. He had only had the egg and large plug inside me at the same time one or two other times and the sensations were amazing as the vibrations transferred through the thin barrier separating my cunt from my ass and went directly to the plug intensifying all the sensations inside of me. Plus, he'd never done so with the metal balls in my cunt and ass. I groaned hoping I could maintain my composure and not cum as soon as he turned the egg on. "Release your hands," he instructed, then said, "lift your right foot." Confused, I did. Then I felt something rubbing over my lower leg. "Close your legs a bit and lift your left foot." I followed his instruction and as I felt something brush over my left ankle, I felt a pull on the outside of my right leg. Panties? This was unexpected. I felt them being pulled up my legs and stopping just below my ass. He stepped back, standing behind me to my left, placing him between me and the open bedroom door. "Stand up now." I used my hands to push myself up and struggled to a standing position from my prone one with the panties around my thighs hindering my balance. Once I stood, he said, "hold your dress up." I did so. I felt his hands at the outside of my thighs and realized he was pulling the panties up. I felt the back material move between my cheeks and amended that thought to "thong." He positioned the thong up over my hips, covering my mound settling it into place. I felt an odd weight at the front of the thong and risked a curious glance downward. I saw a black leather thong contrasting with my tan skin and saw the bulge in the front. Master reached his hand down in between my legs and wiggled the lump around until it was over my clit. He pulled me back against him and reached around my hips to slide the fingers of both of his hands under the leather and pulled my cunt lips apart; then, holding my lips spread open with his thumbs, he reached over the top of the thong and pressed the bulge directly between my spread lips and over my clit. Suddenly it dawned on me. There was a bullet in the front of the thong. A vibrating bullet and it was right.over.my.clit. I moaned and rested my head back against his right shoulder. I felt him rubbing the bullet up and down on my clit and he leaned his head down placing his mouth on the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulders and sucked hard, bit then laved the spot with his tongue. He knew that immediately made me drop deeply into sub-head-space. It always had for me. There was something animalistic about it, something incredibly possessive. I reached my arms up and laced my hands behind his neck, fully exposing my front to him. He licked up my neck to my ear and captured my lobe between his teeth at the same time he was sliding his hands up my sides to slide into the top of my dress to grasp my hardened nipples in his fingers and pinch them hard. I moaned and arched my back, pressing my ass back into him and offering my tits more firmly into his hands. I wriggled both my upper and lower body as I turned my head extending my neck offering him more exposed flesh. He replied by pressing his shorts covered cock into my ass and pinching my nipples harder pulling them out from my tits then bending me slightly further to his right then brought his face toward mine. I ran my hands through the short hair on the back of his head and turned my face up to him to have him capture my mouth in a heated kiss. I moaned as he squeezed my screaming nipples ever tighter and plundered my mouth with his tongue. My tongue danced with his and I lost all track of our surroundings. I lost track of everything but this incredible man that I loved who constantly took me on an emotional and erotic journey to places I never imagined existed. I don't know how long we were there lost in each other, but from the edge of my hearing, someone cleared their throat. I heard Ingrid's voice saying that dinner was ready if we were. I didn't move, just stood there lost with him and trying to get my bearings as he removed his mouth from mine. He squeezed my nipples yet a bit harder and my eyes widened in response. He smiled down at me and said we'd be there in a few moments. After a few seconds, I heard her steps going down the hall. My first thought was, "how did I not hear her coming?" My second thought was, "I wonder what she was thinking as she stood there for those long seconds after he'd replied to her and what had she seen?!" Master released my nipples and slid his hands up to the top of my dress at the back of my neck suddenly unfastening it. My arms were still extended above his head and my dress fell unimpeded to my hips where it was caught between our bodies exposing the naked upper half of my body. "Pinch your nipples with both hands and stretch them out as far as you can. Stay here." He stepped away from me and I was worried my dress would hit the ground, but it stayed where it was. I hastily reminded myself to follow his command and reached to grasp my nipples firmly between my thumbs and forefingers and stretch them out. I groaned softly as they were sore from Master's attention but pulled them out as far as I could, moaning at the sensation. I heard him return and he stepped around in front of me. I looked down and saw a package of dental floss in his hands as he pulled some out of the container. I raised my eyes to his face, scrunching them in silent question as I watched. His attention was focused on my tits as he brought the floss up under my right hand and directly beneath my stretched out nipple then up around it and tied it tightly at the base of my nipple. I closed my eyes briefly on the sensation then opened them to watch him cross the floss over it self and tied it tightly again under the nipple and then brought it up to the top where he tied it off in a bow and then a tied it double to hold it tightly on my still captured nub. He then repeated it on my other tit. "Let go," he instructed, and I did. I watched and felt as my nipples swelled up on the ends outside the tied knots. "There we go, you are dressed for dinner in your bowties, pet," he chuckled. I raised my eyes quickly to his face, my alarm showing on my face. Oh my Gods. Surely he didn't intend for me to go out to the table without my dress on, did he?? I stood there searching his face. He watched me for several long seconds, but it felt like eons. He smiled wider and leaned over to kiss me lightly on my lips. "No, my little one, you'll be wearing your dress, too. Though that is a fascinating idea. Let's make sure you learn your lessons tonight, shall we?" he said. I nodded yes and let go my breath I was holding. He reaching down and grabbed my dress, pulling the top up to refasten it behind my neck. I jolted at the feeling of the material rubbing over my tightly captured nubs and I realized the "bowties" would hold my nipples erect, trapping the blood but not clamping them. They would be maddeningly hard the whole time and would become increasingly sensitive as time went on. "Dinner's ready, love. Let's go," Master told me. I bobbed my head in agreement, turning to move to the door. Just as I reached it, my cunt and clit were suddenly attacked by the vibrations off the bullet and egg. Both the plug in my ass and the balls in my cunt instantly reacted to the movements of them. I stumbled and grabbed the doorframe to steady myself. He was right behind me and said quietly, but firmly into my ear, "Pet? No cumming. Do you understand? Don't even look at me with the question to ask, don't attempt to beg me. You are not allowed to cum. At. All. Do you understand me?" I stood at the door, shaking, but nodded and gasped out, "Yes, Master, I understand. Thank you for your patience in training me Master." I knew that is what this was, I also knew it was going to be a long dinner. The buzzing at my clit stopped and the movements inside my cunt slowed. Master leaned down, kissed my exposed shoulder, and then, taking me by the hand, lead me down the hall to dinner. Ingrid had set us up on the pool deck table. It was a lovely evening with the sun beginning to drop over the sea to our left. As it had been our first 3 days and on my first stay here at the villa, the food was incredible. Crab in a light sauce, with some vegetable I didn't have a name for, rice plus the infamous rum punch. We settled in to eat, and other than Master playing with the remotes controlling the toys in and on me, dinner was uneventful and as enjoyable as always. We are not only connected in our sexuality, but in our intellect as well, often discussing political and philosophical issues, even arguing and debating -- sometimes loudly. His play with the remotes kept my arousal at a high level, but not nearly high enough to make me cum. As Ingrid & Lucille cleared the table however, suddenly the vibrators roared to life suddenly supercharging my arousal to need in an instant. I gasped and grabbed the arms of my chair in reaction to the surge of desire from my cunt and felt my nipples swell further in response. Lucille looked at me with concern and asked if I was alright. I got my breath under control and told her that I'd moved oddly and had a cramp. She maintained her quizzical look because she knew I in fact hadn't moved, but nodded her head and stepped into the house. I looked at Master in surprise but made sure my look didn't transmit pleading for relief. He looked at me over the rim of his glass, assessment warring with amusement in his eyes. "Breath , breath slowly," he said softly. I didn't realize I was holding my breath until he reminded me. This was something he'd taught me and continued to remind me of; using my breathing to control my orgasm. We'd also learned it was very hard for me to cum with my either my eyes or mouth open, unless my mouth was filled with cock that is, so breathing slowly in and out with my mouth held open gave me longer control over my need to climax. So, I focused on taking slow breaths in and out feeling the shocking need recede just a bit. Seeing me gain control, he turned the intensity down and allowed me to back down the scale further. I breathed easier and looked at him gratefully. The last thing I wanted to do was disappointment him again, I was very glad to have made it through dinner. He stood, reaching for my hand, "Come pet, let's go watch a movie." We went into the great room and settled on the couch, Master in the corner, me resting against him as he started an action movie. A sequel I'd never seen and was interested in watching plus it was a way to snuggle with him and relax. Behind us, on the other side of the breakfast bar in the kitchen, Lucille and Ingrid cleaned up from dinner setting out dessert and snacks for us for the evening. Master began playing with the controls again, varying the speed, intensity, rhythm and timing of the bursts on my clit - in my cunt. Driving me up, slowly floating me downward, leaning over to remind me to breath, to concentrate, to focus. Sliding his fingers up my sides to my tits, ghosting them over my ever-sensitized flesh, keeping me from rising too high that I couldn't pull back from the edge of climax, but never letting the tide go too low either. All the while, on the edge of my consciousness, I could hear the women behind us, making them witness to his training of me -- even when they had no idea of the role they played. After about an hour, they came into the living room to bid us a farewell for the evening and asked us for any requests for the next day. I made appropriate noises to the conversation, yet didn't add much of substance. My mind was completely focused on the sensations flooding through my sex as Master had turned the toys both on higher than they'd been since at the end of dinner and left them there. I could feel his arms behind and around me, encouraging me to follow my training and neither disappoint him nor embarrass myself. Finally, after what was certainly a millennium, they left, Master turned the toys off and I collapsed into his chest on a loud moan, panting and sweating. "Very well done, little one; very well done." He told me, leaning down to devour my mouth with his. I threw my arms around his neck drowning in his kiss, using him as an anchor to stabilize my emotions against. "Rest here," he told me, pulling away from me. He rose off the sofa and I laid back into the warm place where his body had been. I closed my eyes listening to his footsteps heading down toward our bedroom. Shortly, I heard him coming back and opened my eyes to watch him cross the living room toward the covered veranda carrying a box. I heard his footsteps going up the staircase toward the sundeck. Jamaica Ch. 02 I was curious, but a little exhausted. After a little while, I heard him coming back downstairs and heard him cross the room to stop in front of the couch. I opened my eyes and looked up at him, "Master?" He squatted down next to me. "Pet, your training went very well and I'm proud of you." He told me as he stroked his hand across the side of my head to the back under my ponytail. "However, there is still the matter of your punishment." I stiffened, suddenly very concerned about what he had in mind, "Master, I ..." but he put his fingers over my lips. "Hush, girl. Training is necessary for you to learn better for the future. Punishment is required for your actions. You know that." I lowered my head, "yes, Master. I know." He instructed me to stand and strip. I stood up, unfastened my dress at the back of my neck, letting it fall open to my waist, and reached behind my lower back to unbutton the back of my dress, letting it fall to the floor; then bending to pick it up and place it on the arm of the couch. I put my hands to the top of the thong, but raised my eyes to his face, questioning. He nodded, so I slid my hands inside the leather, sliding it downward peeling it off my body and from between my swollen cunt lips. The interior of the material was wet and heavy from my juice and stuck to my soft inner flesh as I pulled it away and down to my thighs; then wiggled to remove it down my legs. I bent and removed my shoes. Naked now, I stood in front of Master, crossing my arms behind my back thrusting my tits out as he'd taught me. He stood there watching my intently. He raised an eyebrow and I stood confused looking at him. Slowly, it occurred to me. I was to remove everything, including those items inside my body. My entire body flushed hot and red. It was one level of embarrassment entirely for Master to put his toys inside my body, or even for me to do so. But, to remove them as he watched, I don't know why, but that was even more humiliating. But, I was already due for an unknown punishment, I was not prepared to risk another! I spread my legs widely and bent from the hips, reaching back to spread my ass open with my left hand and to grasp the base of the large anal plug with my right, tugging it out of my greedy body that did not wish to let it go. I felt my ass spreading open as the bulk of the plug began pushing against the tight ring of muscle. I moaned loudly at the stretching feeling, and watching him watching me, cried out as it was released from my ass. I set it on the floor between my spread apart feet. Then, grasping the metal ring swinging from the string protruding from inside my ass, I began pulling the anal beads out of the hold my ass had on them; slowly drawing them out. The first breaching my hole, drawing another moan from me, then the next and I forced myself to breath slowly against the rapidly rising tide of arousal I felt, quickly pulling the other two metal anal balls from my ass, panting as they became free. I dropped them onto the ground, one at a time as the pooled next to the anal plug. I turned my feet out slightly and bent my legs opening my cunt further. I slid my finger and thumb inside my cunt, groaning loudly as they stretched me open, reaching inside to grab the soft-skin egg resting inside of my hot, wet, aching body. As I pulled it out, it caused the open metal heart from the training balls to swing rapidly, the egg rested into the palm of my hand, and I felt the wetness collecting there; I lowered my head and raised my hand to suck the toy into my mouth to clean it. Tasting the tart creaminess of my cunt, my sense of smell surrounded in my own arousal, drew a moan from me at the sheer nastiness of the action. I raised my eyes to Master's face, his expression inscrutable as he watched me. I reached between my legs and slid my thumb and forefinger into the heart and began pulling it downward to remove the heavy metal balls from inside my very wet, very swollen cunt. The lowest one spread me open suddenly, feeling more of shock on the way out than it did going on; I could only guess it was because of the very swollen very aroused flesh they had to pass through. The last once popped out, pulling a shocked gasp from my throat. I breathed around the egg in my mouth for just a moment, then pushed it out with my tongue into my left hand and carefully replaced it with the first ball making sure to not hit my teeth with its heavy weight. I ran my tongue fully around it, cleaning it completely and then let it out of my mouth and sucked the rope clean moving to the second ball and drew it into my mouth, cleaning it as thoroughly as I would clean my Master's balls. Watching him as I did so, just as I'd been trained. I set the egg and the training balls on the ground between my feet, then slid my hands up my tummy to my tits and grabbed the floss that held my nipples hostage with my nails and pulled them off my aching nipples, gasping as the blood rushed fully out and then back into them. My instinct was to rub them, but I knew better and standing upright, replaced my arms again behind me pushing my tits up and out toward Master. He stood, watching me for several long, interminable minutes. Then, he turned and headed out the door to toward the stairs. When he reached the bottom, he turned back to me, "Come." He said and then went up the stairs. I stood stock still for several moments, the sun deck was fully exposed above the house and I was completely naked. But, I didn't want to make the situation worse and I knew Master would always take care of me, so I rushed to follow him. When I got to the stop of the stairs, I stopped, risking a look around. I couldn't see anyone and only hoped that meant they could not see me fully exposed on the deck either. The mosquito netting was spread around the furniture on the deck where Master stood. I walked toward him and he lifted the netting open for me to step inside, which I did; then he dropped the netting, closing us from the bugs, if not from sight. "Hands behind your head," he instructed me. I lifted my arms, crossing them behind my head with my hands at the back of my neck. This position lifted and presented my tits for whatever he wished to do to them. He turned and lifted one of the vibrating nipple clamps off the table at the end of the couch and then turned to grasp and pull my right nipple fastening the clamp onto it and turning the screw two turns to fasten it securely to my sensitive nub without making it so tight as to not be able to leave it in place for nearly any length of time he desired. He repeated his action on the left side. He motioned toward a chair with his hand. I moved toward it, having previously not lowered my eyes to pay attention to anything. I stumbled to a stop just in front of the chair as I noticed the belt attached over the seat with two tall dildos standing straight up from it. The rear one, obviously meant for my ass, was just slightly narrower and not quite as tall, but I had no doubt would completely fill me and make sitting on it, as he so surely meant for me to do, very uncomfortable. He lifted a tube of lube and squirted it over the rear implement and lifting a brow said, "I think that cunt is wet enough to not need any lube, don't you agree slut?" I knew he wasn't looking for an answer. He turned me and pushed me backward to impale my unprotesting, obeying body down onto them. I moaned loudly as my body was stretched open and filled by the invaders he introduced into me. I tried to slow my descent but knew that there was no evading what he meant to have me endure. And, truly, I would not think for a second of evading his wishes. I groaned as my body settled fully onto the chair seat, my front and rear passages stretched and filled completely. Master grabbed a pair of Velcro restraining cuffs and then reaching behind my head, secured my wrists with them and then to each other. He then attached a rope from the clasp holding them together and attached it firmly to the chair back ensuring my arms would stay behind me until he saw fit to release them. He then reached for another pair of cuffs and attached them to each of my ankles and secured each foot to the outside of the legs of the chair, pulling my legs widely apart. Finally, he plucked the final set of cuffs from the table and nudging at my thigh to have me lift my foot onto my toe to raise my thigh just slightly, he slid the material under my thigh and fastened it securely to my leg and then attached it to the outside of the seat of the chair; then repeated it on the other side. He stood and reached into the box I'd seen him carry from the bedroom, pulling out a ring gag. I shot my eyes to his face but didn't say a word, only whimpered at what I knew was happening next as he approached me with it in his hand. Tears sprang to my eyes as I anticipated having my mouth widely held open, yet completely gagged as though I could make sounds, I would not be able to talk or beg. I obeyed his unspoken command and opened my mouth widely to accept the ring gag into my mouth. He slid it in and then turned it to rest behind my teeth holding my mouth widely open and then secured it behind my head. I looked up at him through tear filled eyes wondering what he meant to do next. I didn't have to wait long as he turned and removed the Hitachi Magic Wand and holding strap from the box. My eyes widened as much as my mouth and I involuntarily shook my head no. "No, slut? Are you refusing? Do we stop here?" he asked softly. We had a long standing agreement, that while I had no "safeword," if anything he was doing or about to do was completely outside what I could handle, I could say so and everything would stop. We would end what was happening and then discuss if I had hit a momentary wall or a landmine. If I was gagged, I was to hold up one finger to slow down for a moment or two to stop completely. In all our time together, I'd only held up my finger once. And even then, it was just momentary feeling of being overwhelmed. He'd never taken me further than I could go, no further than he desired for us to go. I clinched my hands closed and shook my head no. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, "very good, my love. You need to learn, my job is to direct and teach you; sometimes to punish when your actions deserve it. I'm proud of you." I smiled around the gag, leaning my forehead toward his for comfort as I breathed slowly to control my panic. He placed the wand into the restraining strap, plugging it into the floor outlet then fastened it to the thigh cuffs snugging it securely against my spread open and still very swollen cunt. I raised my eyes to his face. He reached for the tube of lubricant and squeezed a large amount between my cunt and the head of the wand. "Now, slut. Here is how your punishment will happen. The trip home today was 45 minutes. All you had to do was control this nasty little cunt for 45 minutes and I would have spent the night filling your cunt, mouth and ass with my cock and my cum. Instead, we've spent the evening in training and now punishment, all because you came when you wanted to. So, I've decided that you will cum as often as your cunt desires. But, you will cum until I think you should stop cumming. You cum easily, slut that you are, but I'd recommend you hold off for as long as you can. For each moment you don't cum, I will take that off your time. But, the wand will be turned on and working your clit for up to 45 minutes. The only moments less will be from the total you can hold off. You can scream if you wish, I'm not sure who might be around, but an audience might further enforce the lesson for you." Not that I could speak anyway, but I was shocked into complete silence. 45 minutes?!?! I'd never had the wand against my clit for longer than a handful of minutes and it quickly had brought me to orgasm and then became just this side of painful as it continued to stimulate my clit after ripping the orgasm from my body! I could not fathom 45 minutes of that. I unclenched my right hand as I thought to raise my fingers, but as I watched his face, I knew I couldn't do it. I deserved to be punished. Today this was not the first time I'd climaxed without permission and while Master had punished me in various minor ways, it was a lesson I'd never learned nor a indiscretion I'd ever truly been punished for. He slide his hands up my body to rest on my shoulders, then kissed my neck softly, running his tongue up my neck to my mouth and to play with mine. Then he pulled back and looked at me. "Pet, once it starts, there is no stopping until the time is up. Do I turn it on?" I searched his face for a few timeless moments then nodded my assent. He reached down to my nipples and turned the vibrators on the clamps dangling from them; I arched my back into the feeling, pushing my tits forward leaning my head back into my arms. "Remember pet, every moment you hold off your orgasm, is one less you will cum afterward. Remember your training." He watched my face closely as he reached between my spread open thighs and turned the wand on. My whole body jolted against the rapid movement against my clit, arching both toward it and away from it at the same time, moaning loudly and my breath catching in my throat in startled reaction, my muscles rippling and clenching around the dildos filling my ass and cunt, my rapid movement causing the clamps on my sore nipples to bounce harshly. I knew I wouldn't hold out long against the stimulation of the wand on my clit and it had not even been 60 seconds! I forced myself to slow my breathing and focus on my training to control the intense need to release to orgasm brought on by the hours of arousal from the vibrators and the strong vibrations surging through my highly sensitized clit. I felt myself beginning to drool around the gag and my cheeks flushed red at the embarrassment. He stood in front of me, watching me. I raised my eyes to his face, trying to focus on him to control the sensations rocketing through my body at light speed and hammer force. I needed to hold out for as long as I could. I meditated on my breathing, on the sound of my pounding heart beat in my ears, on the need to force my internal muscles to relax and not pulse rhythmically at the fullness inside of me as I so wanted to do. All my body wanted to do was let go and flow into the orgasm that was battering at my conscious will to hold back. I held myself back for as long as I could, but the need grew larger and larger until it consumed me and on a load moan, with my eyes on His face, it crashed threw me and I came my body thrashing as much as the bindings allowed me. "Nine minutes, pet. 36 to go." And he stood and walked through the white netting away from me toward the stairs. I cried out to him as much as my wide open mouth allowed me to do for him please to release me, but more importantly for him not to leave me there alone He stopped at the top of the stairs and turned back. "Pet, when you disobey, either out of negligence, obstinance or lack of control -- you dishonor both of us and our relationship. When you choose to release and cum as you wish, you do so for yourself. And you do so after giving control of your desires, needs and wants to me. Now, you will feel all the climaxes your body will give you. You will feel them until you will beg to never climax again. And you will feel them alone because just as when you selfishly cum without it being for me." My body shuddered as I felt the next wave beginning to crash through my clit and cunt and I moaned out my reaction as he walked down the stairs. I tried to call out to him, to beg him to come back, that I'd learned; but, in the back of my mind, I knew I deserved this. Knew I needed to learn this lesson, needed to take this punishment for him because I'd disappointed him yet again and I wanted to suffer this and then not disappoint my loving Master again. The next came more suddenly and my clit began to scream from the increased sensitivity, my cunt and ass grabbing and stroking the dildos harder and harder as the waves of forced orgasms broke through my body; my nipples protesting the constant pressure and movement of the clamps. My whole body beginning to cry out as I came yet again, helpless to do anything else, but any pleasure long since gone... just the reaction and the swelling and the constant pressure and movement on my completely overstimulated, oversensitized sex centers, moaning, whimpering and apologizing time and time again in formless words from my gagged open mouth. After what felt like forever, the monster at my clit fell silent and I felt him against me, wiping my face and unfastening the gag from behind my head. I closed my mouth on a groan and worked my jaw around painfully. "Now, my slut, now you will please your Master," he said in a low voice as he opened his shorts and pushed them and his boxers to the ground stepping out of them. He stepped up next to me, placing his left foot next to my hip on the chair, and brought his cock to my mouth. My jaw protested loudly but I wanted nothing more than to take his cock into my mouth and please him as he deserved. He pressed his hips forward sharply and I knew that he didn't want me to suck or lick his cock; he wanted to fuck my mouth. I looked up at his face and opened to give him my mouth to use. He laid the head of his cock on my tongue then pressed deeply into my mouth, withdrew slightly then more fully back in, holding the back of my head steady as the head of his cock pressed against the back of my throat. I gagged at the sensation but forced my muscles to relax and swallowed to take his loving gift deeply until his balls were pressed under my chin. He worked his hips around and I hollowed my cheeks to form a tight seal giving him the tight suction around his cock he loved. Then, he began slowly fucking my mouth going balls deep on each inward thrust, forcing me to accept him fully. After several long deep strokes, he paused with his cock buried in my throat and his crotch pressed against my face; then reached down between my legs and flipped the switch of the wand back on causing my still over-stimulated and very sore body to jolt in reaction. I looked up at him and he looked down at me and I knew what was required, he was going to fuck my mouth until he desired to cum and I was NOT to cum until he commanded me to do so. I moaned in surrender around his cock and pressed my cunt forward onto the wand needing to press my limits of endurance to the very edge for him. Feeling my movements, he moaned, "God yes, my slut. You are a jewel," and then, he began harshly fucking my mouth, taking his pleasure from my complete surrender. I worked my hips as much as I could punishing my sore clit against the head of the wand jerking against the dildos filling my holes, the clamps clawing at my sore nipples as I worked my mouth and tongue and throat as best I could around his plundering cock; needing him to use me exactly as he needed to for as long as he needed to and working myself to the razors edge and holding there, knowing that until I heard his word, I would not cum. No matter the pain or cost in my body. He groaned, feeling my responses to his total dominance of me and fucked my mouth faster, with longer, deeper thrusts, then I felt him bury his cock deep into my throat and pull my head completely against him, as I felt his cock spasming as his cum began shooting deep into my throat. Suddenly, he reached down and jerked the clamps off my tits and then flipped the wand switch to high and commanded me, "Cum! Cum now slut for your Master. Cum you dirty little whore!" My entire body, from my toes to my throat spasmed and I screamed around his cock as I broke into pieces and then yet again; he rode my body from inside my mouth roaring as his cock emptied with shot after shot of his thick cum. I shook from head to toe and he reached down to turn the wand off then withdrew from my mouth as I tried to chase his cock with my mouth to clean him. Jamaica Ch. 02 He fully withdrew and reached behind me to disconnect the cuffs to release my arms from behind my head and rubbed my arms and shoulders to relax them. Then he disconnected the wands restraining strap from my thighs and unfastened the cuffs. He knelt and unfastened my ankles and from my feet to my hips rubbed out the cramps that formed there. he stood and reached his hands to me to lift me from the chair. As he pulled me up, I dropped to my knees and placed my hands behind my back. "Please Master, allow your slut to clean your cock as you have trained me to do." As exhausted as I was, I felt an overwhelming need to follow his teachings. He stroked the side of my face and nodded his assent. I crawled to him and extended my tongue stroking all over his cock, cleaning him, first down the top, then up either side and back down to the base and under to his balls, gently sucking each one into my mouth to gently lave them with my tongue and dipped my tongue back between his ass cheeks. Finally, stroking my tongue back up his length to the head, rolling around it then sucking him entirely into my mouth working him gently but thoroughly with my tongue until his cock was completely cleaned. Satisfied, I sat back onto my heels and crossed my arms behind my back awaiting his command. He moved around me, picking up the restraints, toys and ropes and placed them all in the box. Then he reached his hand to me and helped me to my feet, pulled me against him snugly and kissed me. Slowly, deeply, possessively and I melted into his embrace and kiss, knowing how much he treasured me, loved me, forgave me. He led me down the stairs and to our bathroom, helping me into the shower, where he gently cleaned my sore, exhausted body and washed my hair. After leaning me against the shower wall, he quickly cleaned himself and then turned off the shower. He reached for a towel dried both me and my hair. We got out of the shower and headed for bed. I knew I had toys to clean and made to protest. Master had taught me that a good slut always cleans her toys, but he lead me to bed. "Tomorrow, baby. Tomorrow morning is fine," he told me. He handed me into bed and curled around me, comforting me and surrounding me with his sturdy loving presence. "I love you, mine," he sighed into my ear. "I love you, Master. Thank you," I told him as I drifted off to sleep. Now, as I looked at Christian coming toward me through the water, his dark skin shining from the water droplets, I looked up at Master and relaxed against his hands. I'd disappointed him yesterday, I would NOT do so today.