1 comments/ 25604 views/ 3 favorites Kajira and Her Master By: SultrySiren71 I am kajira, waiting and presenting myself at the door for my Master when he comes home from work. I wait in bracelets, naked, on my knees, arms behind me and breasts forward trying to keep eyes down as I wait. The waiting becoming almost a torture of sorts. When my Master arrived home He was pleased to find me ready and waiting for what ever it is He desires. His white house on the beach with a large lawn in back, beige carpeting and beautifully decorated with white laquer and white leather furniture in the living room and formal dining area. The beach and lawn seen from the dining area, is impressive and beautiful. It was in the living room that my Master began to stimulate me by grazing my mound and breasts but not allowing anything beyond that. He leads me to the bedroom which was very large with a king sized bed against the wall that was beach side. The entire length of the wall was a large window above the bed giving such a grand view of both lawn and beach with trees to the left and right of the yard offering seclusion. The window emerged from the ceiling and stopped just above the bed. The bed had no headboard rather the wall served as storage and headboard. The linens were bamboo colored with flecks of dark brown and black in it and white sheets. The bedroom itself was all warm earthy tones with a flat screen TV hung on the wall that faced the bed, and a door to the bedroom to the right of the TV. There were also patio doors to the right of the bed and to the left of the bed a closet made up the wall until it reached the entry to the ensuite bathroom. The patio doors opened onto the large deck that was shared by the French doors from the living room in the center of the "U" shaped home. The bed was on a raised floor that had 3 steps leading up to it, and the patio doors, with an additional two steps directly under and surrounding the bed. It was at the base of the three steps that I again assumed presentation position nadu, while my Master went to the bed, took off His tie and unbuttoned His shirt, taking glances out the large window and enjoying the view of the beach with a cloudless blue sky above the ocean. Again on my knees waiting to see what my Master has in store. My Master has not removed His dress shirt just unbuttoned it and walks around from the closet side of the bed towards the foot of it and around to the patio doors where He opens them and lets the ocean breezes into the room. The chill instantly gives me "goose flesh" and makes my nipples very erect as I try not to shiver against the breezes on my naked form. He takes the steps down from the raised section of the floor to a large cherry dresser with a marble top that runs a good portion of the wall between the patio doors and the wall holding the TV. It has various artifacts that are black from statues of African women, masks, and other things sitting on the marble top, and above it is a narrow paned window that runs from the patio doors to the TV wall. He throws his tie on the marble and reaches for a flask and a glass with some amber colored hard liquor in it, pours Himself a glass then retreats to the kitchen for ice. While He is away I wait on knees a mute, with breasts still presented. He returns and sips from the glass as He walks around me contemplating what He is wanting, and inspecting His property. While my Master is inspecting me and drinking from the glass, I am painfully aware of His eyes upon me knowing nothing will escape His inspections. It is increasing my arousal and making me want the inspection to end soon. After what seems like an eternity He climbs the stairs to the bed and sits down finishing His drink, playing with the glass and clinking the melting ice in it. Taking a melting cube He comes over to me and drips the water over my breasts and belly. The icy water and the breeze coming in the door to fan it is too much and I shiver. My nipples increase their erections and the "goose flesh" becomes even more pronounced even on my breasts. This continues through 3-4 more melting cubes until He tells me to offer my hand to Him. As I grant Him my hand he raises me to my feet and takes me to the bed where I am to sit, with head lowered and eyes down. He takes his shirt off now and lays it on the bed while I wait on the corner at the foot closest to the patio door. My hands are resting on my lap palms down and open. He removes His belt and orders me to get up on the bed on hands and knees and present my ass to the foot of the bed. I am to put my face down into the bed and remain mute. I see shadows of him circling the bed as before and feel him at the foot of the bed inspecting me again. I hear Him running the belt through His hands and wait. My arousal is blatant before Him. He can see how wet I am as it is on the outer labia and where inner thighs meet the mound. This is pleasing Him and so He decides to grant me some attention. I feel the leather of the belt glide over my ass and mound the holes of the belt seem sharp against the inner lips. I am stifling moans as much as I am able.... Since I have been obedient, and pleased Him, He decides to offer me some pleasure. I feel Him enter and it is both delicious and a shock when He does. He grants me a few pumps from Hips but then pulls out leaving me wanting more. I see him walk to the patio door and walk out, disappearing out of sight on the deck. I remain in position wanting but still, save for the tremors of want, and lust. I do not hear Him enter the room from the inside door but I feel His presence and then His member enter hard and fast. The lust within me coupled with the want and aggressiveness of His entry cause me to cry out and spasm in orgasm. He continues to take me from behind until He is ready to release. When He is ready He takes me by the arm and forces me to my knees even though I am still throbbing and want the indulgence of more spasms. It is now that I take Him into my mouth to finish Him off and allow Him to spill his seed all over my chest and belly. When He is satisfied I go to the bed, pull back the covers and help Him settle in for a sleep. While He sleeps I make ready a surprise for Him when he awakes, hoping that He will not only be pleased with it, but that He will be happy with me for it........................ Kajira and Her Master Ch. 02 While my Master has slept I have cleaned and decorated myself with gold jewelry, and gathered my hair into whisps. I also readied a meal for Him while He slept. It is a meal of chicken, rice, various fruits cubed, two different kinds of bread with red wine vinegar and olive oil to dip the bread in, and red wine. I take all of the meal, and wine to the roughened logs that separate the lawn from the beach and lay the meal down on a cloth, which I also place throw pillows, a couple of blankets and straw mats to keep the sand at bay. I once again assume a position on my knees and wait for Him to wake. As He awakens He realizes that I am not at the foot of the bed waiting. At first He is displeased not to see me waiting for Him but He then notices the notes I have left for Him. Each note acknowledges His Mastership and offers apologies for such boldness. They also explain that I wish to serve and surprise him but know I must remain the mute unless He wishes me to speak. I am hoping the notes show some resourcefulness on my part. Each note takes Him to places in the house to refresh, cleanse and gain what He might need outside. The final note He finds asks Him if it is His pleasure to join me waiting for Him on the beach that touches the property. As my Master opens the French Doors He sees me on knees as I should be waiting. However he sees that I am wearing a sheer cape that hides nothing but is blowing and swirling around me in the breezes of evening. It is gathered at my neck and my hopes is that it makes me look more mystical and desirable. I wish to look like a sea nymph from mythology tempting my Master with seduction. As He approaches I fight the urge to look at Him. I am hoping He is pleased and not in any way angry with me. He sees a final note asking for the pleasure and honor of His company and accepts the preparations I have made. He has reclined on the makeshift bed I have prepared and I motion towards the food and blankets. He tells me He wishes to eat, and so I serve Him His meal and wine as I know He would like them presented. I sit in front of Him and wait.... He tells me to eat with Him and allows me a blanket to ward off the chill that has had me trembling for an eternity. Throughout the meal I feed Him mango slices to blend with the spicy chicken korma, and offer Him wine and bread. When He has satisfied His hunger, He relaxes and I cover Him with the blankets at His feet. He is watching me gather the remnants of the meal and placing them in the basket. When I have finished I sit and wait yet again. He slowly sips his wine as His gaze travels from the ocean, to me, then to the sky, and back to me again. He tells me He wishes me closer, and so I crawl to Him and He lifts His blanket for me. I join Him and He wraps an arm around my still shivering body. Whispering in my ear, He tells me that I have done well by Him and the late evening picnic was just what He needed that day. This day I have proven myself a worthy slave and that a bold risk was in season. For this reason I am permitted the honor of speaking to my Master. He wishes to know why I chose to spread a beach picnic for Him, and what I did to prepare for it. I tell Him in as much detail as He wishes. It feels so good to be warm beside Him, feeling Him resting, and being honored with his arm around me. We watch the golden and scarlet rays of sun pepper the ocean and sky with their dying light and listen to the ocean ravage the sand. He tells me to gather what I have taken outside and to take it back in, and I do so obediently. However He stops me half way across the lawn, grabs me by my throat firmly. I know I must not look into His eyes but I am feeling insecure and a twinge of fear grips me. What was it that I did, that was wrong? He forces me down into the position where He can lead me by my hair, and pulls me onto the deck. I stumble a little trying not to drop the basket. He grabs it and puts it on the lounge chair and once again grabs my throat, pushing me towards the patio doors of the bedroom. I am ordered to sit at the foot of the bed where I should have been upon His awaking. He has that look in His eyes tonight. I caught it briefly as He released my throat. He has lust in His eyes and I sense that the sand is not the only thing to be ravaged tonight............................... Kajira and Her Master Ch. 03 A night of ravaging had left me sore, and my most intimate places too tender to touch. My Master ensured my disobedience though an effort to serve him, was punished and rewarded amply. He had conquered me as though I were a country to be sieged, and made sure I had bowed to him as Master body and soul. After I had declared myself as his and his alone, he bathed me tenderly and soothed me into slumber. My last memory was my head limp in his hand, too weary to look into his eyes. Waking up with last night still vibrant, yet a blur in my mind, I found myself naked within his bed, but he was not there. Should I get up and see if he was still in the house? Should I stay where I was? I decided to get up and make sure he had his breakfast and whatever else he desired. When I tried to get out of the bed I found my body refused, sore and tender the movements were laborious. As I bit my lip and turned over I saw him at the bedroom door. "kajira, stay as you are. I know full well you are sore from last night and will not be able to move." Relief! I could relax and allow my body to recover! Yet somehow with him here now, and the memories of the night before, my body began to ache for him to come to me, and I could feel my arousal like dew on rose petals dampen my thighs. I began to squirm under the sheets and he could see them moving along with my body. "Even though you are too sore to get out of my bed you cannot get enough of me I see." The words came soft into my ears, and I shook my head yes. "Tell me then kajira, what you feel now." I struggled with my words but told him how just the sight of him had me aching for him and my body betrayed me with the ever increasing dampness that I was trying to contain. "Your kajira aches with both pain and lust. I....I mean Your kajira is still uncertain, so rough in your anger with me yet so tender when your anger had passed..." my words trailed off. He walked up the stairs to the bed and sat beside me, inspected where he had bound my wrists then pulling the sheets off to inspect my ankles and the body in between. Was that a shadow of remorse I saw in his eyes? Vulnerable and unable to move my arousal was becoming almost unbearable, his touch, his eyes, making my lust push past the barriers of my pain. I felt his eyes fall upon my mound and moaned. My damp desire reflecting light upon the lips and thighs where his eyes seemed transfixed. I heard his breathing begin to shallow and see his eyes narrow and darken with lust of his own and I found delight in it. His fingers traced the moisture to its source and with them he brought the heated prickles of pain and wanting to my tender flesh. I gingerly opened my legs to grant him greater access to my swollen skin and sighed deeply as my body began to shake. His fingers rolling around separating my inner lips as their friction against my throbbing bud set a fire that ripped through my to my nipples making them erect and tempting to him, hard like the erasers on the ends of pencils. Seeing how in spite of the fury of last night, I was shamelessly responding to his touch as I was trained to, made him forgo the usual proprieties of a Master with his kajira. He wanted me again and now as I wanted him. His own arousal was already prepared for what he had started and he made haste to let it free. His sweatpants discarded and placing himself between my legs he spread my moisture all over his throbbing lust and began to tease my slit as his mouth made its way to my erasers. Cupping my breasts in his hands he began to make a meal of them, and my back arched to meet his desire. He was far more tender and loving with me than he was last night. I swore he was loving on me with his longing. He moved his hands down my sides, then up my stomach to my breasts, then back again down my sides lifting my hips as he slowly entered me. With gentle thrusts he began to fill me, and my desire for him. He whispered for me to respond as my body willed and not to withhold anything. I allowed my body to be free and let all my desire and delight roll over me with every wave of an impending orgasm. My body tightened and shuddered and I lost all control. Orgasms rose and fell like the waves outside of the house, and I felt as though my soul was leaving my body...the little death the French call it...and I felt it but enjoyed it. My body's pain seemed a small distraction, as my body was made alive and a fire like the Phoenix rising out of the ashes of anger. He was amazed with me and my body, my surrender was sweeter this morning, not as when he demanded it of me. He could not believe my body was milking him with passion! I gripped him as though to never allow him to pull out let alone away from me, and he knew he had a prize as his possession that other Masters would be envious of. Our bodies covered with sweat that was staining the sheets, as my juices slicked both of our bodies and the bed. Breathing was harsh and labored, peppered with moans as I clenched the sheets in my fingers. Biting my lip as my breasts heaved, I felt the waves rising to a place where I could barely breathe, and then I came with such intensity I forced him out, and my climax released the waves all over my Master, soaking him, and he in turn let loose the waves within his groin. He collapsed on the soaked bed panting in time with me. Looking into my eyes dark with lust and release my beauty faded into black and he slept....