1 comments/ 20854 views/ 2 favorites Lily & Her Master Ch. 01 By: ruffaluf Please vote when finished reading this story, the feedback will be of great assistance in future writings. Thanks Lily had been an aerobics instructor for a little over a year when she met Richard, a Doctor, and the spinning instructor at the local YMCA. He had literally knocked her off her feet the first time they met. He was running late for his class, when, as he rushed out of the fitness office, he ran right into her, knocking her to the ground. He smiled as he helped her to her feet, thinking how beautiful she looked in that tight royal blue spandex outfit, her pert nipples straining against the pressure of the material, her racy blue eyes flashing in a moment of anger. "You should be more...," Her words caught in her throat as she was mesmerized by his emerald green eyes. With his most innocent smile he apologized, even offered to buy her a cup of coffee after his class to make up for running her over. She accepted, and from that day forward they had been friends and lovers. Their relationship had grown and he had opened up the doors to her submissiveness, helping her explore her fantasies. She lay in her warm bed under the blue goose down comforter reading His note again. He had given her the sealed note just before leaving last evening and told her she was not allowed to read it until she woke this morning. She had tossed and turned all night, wondering what was in the note. Finally, at 6 am she couldn't take it any longer. She read: Hello, My darling. As you awake this morning I want you to realize that not only do I love you with all my heart and soul, but also that you belong to me completely for the next three days. Before you leave to come to me, I want you to fill the tub with water as hot as you can stand it. Lower yourself slowly into the tub, thinking about my hands caressing every inch of your beautiful body. As you relax into the tub I want you to think to yourself, "I belong to my Master, my body is for His pleasure." I want you to prepare yourself by scrubbing your skin with a rough cloth. When your skin is warm and glowing you may get out of the bathtub. Take a soft towel and gently pat yourself dry. Then go into your bedroom and lay down on the bed, all soft and warm. Lie there for a few minutes and imagine being with Me, your Master. Imagine that you are here kneeling by My bedside when I come home from work, eyes down. I'd come into the room, walk around you, checking your appearance, your back erect, breasts pushed forward, tiny, aching nipples just peeking over the top of the corset, knees spread so that your pulsing clitoris and velvety soft pussy are exposed and accessible for My touch. Then you can imagine My gentle kiss on the side of your neck and the warmth of my breath. I would then grab your hair and pull your head back for a deep, savage kiss. Do not touch yourself as you think about this, just lie there and let your body react to the thoughts. Now get up and put on the white satin corset that is in the third drawer down of the mahogany dresser nearest the bed. Tie it as tight as you can stand it. In the top drawer of the same dresser you will find a new pair of white, thigh-high stockings, put them on and attach the garter belts. In the closet you will find a red leather mini skirt and a white lace blouse. Put these on along with the red leather high heeled shoes you will find on the floor under the rack that holds the skirt. When you are finished dressing you may call Me for further instructions. Your Master, Richard She looked at the clock and shook her head, seeing it was much too early to call Him. She lay quietly thinking, trying to control herself for at least another hour before following His instructions. She glided her left hand to her right breast cupping it firmly, finding the hard bud of her nipple and giving it a tight squeeze. Mmm, I really need to cum she thought to herself. Letting out a sigh, she said aloud, "I can't take it anymore, time to get up and get moving." Making her way to the bathroom, she turned the faucet on, testing the water with the inside of her right wrist. It burned slightly. She smiled, thinking, "perfect." She followed His instructions completely, rubbing her skin until it glowed a rosy red and then patting herself gently with the soft pink terrycloth bath towel He had given her last Valentine's Day. She lay on her bed thinking of HIM, His touch, His voice, His quiet confidence, the way His tongue caresses her clit, then denies her orgasm, His cock always steel hard and ready to thrust deep inside her. She found it hard to resist touching herself, but did resist, knowing she couldn't displease her Master. She went to the mahogany dresser and took the corset out of the drawer, her pussy dripping with excitement as she tied it tight, making it feel like a warm hug from Him. She took the thigh-highs out of the package, then glided them up her smooth long legs. She next applied His favorite perfume to the inner parts of her thighs just above the cuffs of the stockings, a little to her mound just above her clit and to the crest of her breast. "Finally ready," she thought. Picking up the phone she dialed His cell phone. "Hello, Master," she said in a seductive voice. "How may I serve You?" "Hello, my pet. Have you followed my instructions?" "Yes, Master," she said, her cunt responding to the sound of His voice with flowing juices. "Good girl. Now I want you to go to the shoe store and buy a new pair of running shoes." "Yes, Master," she said questioningly. He chuckled slightly. "You are my little slut, aren't you?" "Yes, Master." "Good, pet, while you are shopping for the shoes I want you to flash that pretty little cunt of yours to the salesman that helps you." He smiled as he listened to her sharp intake of breath. "Do you understand?" He asked in a firm voice. "Yes, Master." "Good girl," He said reassuringly. At the store every nerve in her body flowed with nervous energy as if struck by a lightening bolt in a springtime thunderstorm. "Oh, these are cute," she said, picking up a pair of white and green Nike running shoes. "Could you help me?" she asked the good looking young sales clerk, batting her long eyelashes and giving him an innocent smile. His eyes gleamed with excitement. "Young and innocent," she thought. He knelt in front of her, opening the shoe so that she could slide her foot in. As she did, she spread her legs just a little further then necessary, allowing him a full view of her smoothly shaved, glistening cunt. The young clerk blushed as he slipped the shoe onto her left foot, trying not to look, but unable to deny himself the beautiful sight before Him. He smelled her wet sex as he leaned in to tie the shoe. Lily stood and took a few steps, saying, "I'll take these." Once again taking her seat, she flashed the young sales clerk, this time fully exposing her sex. She jumped, startled by the hand on her shoulder. She quickly turned, looked right into the crotch of her Master, her eyes traveled upwards. "Hello, Sir," she said with a bright smile and a slight blush to her cheeks. Not saying a word to her, he walked up behind the sales clerk and leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Would you like that cunt gripping your hard cock, son?" The sales clerk stammered, "Um well um well yes, Sir." "Good, what time do you get off son?" "In an hour, Sir." "Meet me at the front door and we will go from there." "Yes, Sir," he said quickly. Taking her by the wrist, He pulled her behind Him, making their way to His 2004 Mercury cruiser. She climbed into the seat, legs spread, exposing herself for Him as He had taught her to do. He patted her wet sex and silently smiled. He took her black leather collar from the dashboard, placed it around her neck, and then sealed it with a kiss. "You belong to me," he said, and then took a silk scarf and tied it securely over her eyes. He shifted into gear and began driving to their next destination, an old abandoned barn in a field not far from the mall. He pulled up close to the barn door, got out, and made His way over to her door. He opened it, then picked her up and carried her inside. The sound of a gentle breeze made the timbers of the hundred-year-old pin and tin barn creak eerily. "Where are we?" she asked in a too-demanding tone. He slapped her mouth hard enough to let her know that he would't put up with that tone, yet not hard enough to hurt her. "Take that top off," He said gruffly, and then led her over to the abandoned hay hook hanging from the ceiling. He took the leather cuffs from His back pocket, placed them securely around each of her wrists, clipped them together with a large black rock climber’s clip, and then pulled them up to the hook, making her stretch to her tip toes. Her breasts escaped from the confines of the tight corset, her pink nipples hard and longing to be touched by His mouth. She whimpered slightly, but doesn't dare say a word as He stood back and admired His captive slave bound and blindfolded. He attached leather cuffs to her ankles, and then retrieved the four-and-a-half foot spreader bar he had left near the doorway earlier in the day. He stretched her legs apart, fully exposing her wet cunt. He lapped at her clit. She bucked her hips wildly, begging for the pleasure with her body, again whimpering when He stopped. He took the ball gag and secured it tightly in place to muffle her screams, and placed a purple nipple clamp on each of her nipples, the beads contrasting nicely with the white satin of the corset. He ran a finger up her spine, sending shivers and goose flesh all over her body. "Are you ready, my little whore?" He asked with a wicked smile, knowing she couldn’t answer except for a nod of the head. He took the pig skin flogger from the railing and began slowly dragging it across the naked flesh of her ass cheeks, then pulling back and landing it firmly on His target. She bucked and rolled her hips with each stroke. His cock was rock hard as He watched her hips and ass dance under His flogger, the flesh of her ass turning a bright pink and radiating a slight heat. He changed to the heavier buffalo skin flogger, striking first the left cheek and then the right, swirling in a figure-eight pattern, strike after strike finding its mark perfectly, making her moan louder and louder against the gag, tears slipping down her cheeks. Her ass was now on fire, glowing as if trying to provide light for the entire barn. He walked up behind her, taking His cock out and then spreading the moisture from the tip down the crack of her ass. She pushed her hips back, begging Him to fuck her ass with her movements. Taking her right breast in His right hand he roughly massaged and pinched the nipple hard while massaging her wet clit with his left, making her groan in pain and pleasure. Her breathing quickened as she neared orgasm, His skillful hands turning her into nothing more then a pleasure slut. He stopped just as she was about to go over the edge. "OK, my pet, be good while I go pick up your toy." She whimpered loudly in frustration. SMACK! His hand landed firmly on her bright red ass cheek for her impertinence, and then He left. She hung there exposed and vulnerable from the hay hook. When Richard pulled up the young sales clerk was standing at the front door, just like he was instructed to do. "Get in son," Richard said, and asked his age as the clerk did so. "I'm 19, Sir," he said sheepishly. "Good, that’s perfect," Richard said with a smile. "How many women have you been with, son?" Richard asked. "One," the clerk replied. Richard chuckled loudly at that comment. "Are you ready?" "Oh, yes," the clerk said enthusiastically. "Good," Richard replied, and the rest of the trip passed in silence, with Richard allowing the clerk to feel the nervous energy. Meanwhile, in the barn, Lily's state of vulnerability heightened her senses. She began to feel panic, wondering if He was going to just leave her there, or worse, if someone else would find her hanging there. Her thoughts were running in a million directions at once. She heard the car pull up, two doors close, and footsteps coming closer and closer to her. She heard the rapid breath of the young clerk, and then felt a soft touch on her still very red ass. She moaned softly. "Wow, she's beautiful," the clerk said. Richard smiled with pride. "Yes, she is, son." Richard picked up a small leather paddle with a heart shaped cutout and landed two strikes, one to each of her cheeks in rapid succession, leaving a perfect heart on each. The young clerk looked surprised at the fact that Lily barely flinched, but noticed the gleaming fluids now plainly visible in the dim light of the barn. "Now, son, I want you to show this little slut how you eat pussy." The clerk quickly reacted to his command, taking a step stool to better position himself nearer to the glistening cunt and began lapping at the sweet nectar, moaning, and then burying his face deeper into her cunt, enjoying the feel of a woman once again. It had been six months since his last date, and his appetite was insatiable, his stamina incredible. Richard watched for a while. Then, as if he had gotten bored, He decided to take His belt off. Doubling it over to make it a more manageable length, He landed the first strike to the sweet spot just at the edge of her ass, leaving a bright red welt. Lily's hips thrust forward at the sudden pain, grinding her cunt hard into the young clerk’s face. Again and again the belt landed on her ass and the tops of her thighs, leaving a perfect basketweave design. Richard lowered the hay hook, allowing Lily to plant her feet firmly on the ground before telling the clerk to kneel in front of her and continue while He fucked her tight ass. Lily screamed from behind the gag as Richard entered her ass, pushing further in, forcing His way past her tight sphincter muscles. Then he found His rhythm, pounding her ass mercilessly while massaging the welts as He did. Suddenly, her body stiffened and Lily moaned loudly against the gag. She flooded the face of the young clerk with her hot, clear cum squirting from her cunt. He lapped every drop. As Richard took her down she collapsed into his arms. He stroked her hair, telling her what a good little pet she was today. Lily smiled bashfully at the young clerk, the cheeks on her face now matching the ones on her ass. Richard set her down and pushed her forward. "It's your turn to pleasure him, my pet." Lily knelt down before the clerk, looking up with doe eyes. She smiled, and then wrapped her red lips around the head of His cock, first running her tongue along the lower edges of the rim, and then descending down to the hairy base. Sucking hard as she drew her mouth up, she milked his cock gracefully. She wanted nothing more then to have his hot, white cum shoot across her face, into her hair, and all over her breasts. She wanted to feel the warmth of His seed, and then to taste it. She didn't have to wait long to have her wish. When the clerk finished, Richard bent her over the two straw bales that he had covered with a blanket earlier in the day and asked the young clerk if he had ever had anal sex. "No, Sir," the clerk said, "but I would love to take her ass." Richard pulled her ass cheeks apart, exposing the puckered hole, and then pulled Astroglide from his pocket. He applied a large amount and massaged it in, pressing two fingers inside her ass, making sure she was properly lubricated for the clerk’s inexperience. Then he gave the command for the clerk to enter her while He stood close, watching, and making sure that the clerk didn't hurt His prized possession. He enjoyed the sight of watching her asshole open up to except the clerk’s cock, listening to her moans, and watching the ecstasy cross over the face of the young clerk. With his own cock ready to burst, he moved to enjoy Lily's skillful mouth. Hours passed with positions changing frequently. Finally, Richard decided His little slut had been used enough for the day. The ride back to the mall was quiet, with little conversation passing between them. Lily was in her own world, anxiously awaiting the next adventure and relishing in the sensations of her still pounding clit. The clerk was in awe of what had just happened, and Richard was sitting back, taking it all in with a smile, eager to lead Lily on her next adventure. Lily & Her Master Ch. 02 Lily stretched across the seat and laid her head on Richard's lap. The drive up the mountain normally took a little over two hours and she was exhausted. Richard patted her head and lovingly told her she was a good girl. Lily smiled up at Him. She loved it when He said that to her, the way it made her feel warm and fuzzy all over. She felt so cherished by Him. Still looking up at Richard, she commented, "It's funny, how I used to hate being called a good girl when I was younger, but I love it now." Richard stroked her long blonde hair as He gave her His short explanation of her feelings. "As a child, we are all searching for our independence, our place in society if you will. For you to enjoy it now is only a confirmation of your submissiveness and your willingness to please. You enjoy pleasing me, don't you Lily?" "Oh, Yes Master." "Good girl," Richard said as He gave her a reassuring pat on the head. Lily nuzzled in closer and drifted off into a peaceful sleep. An hour into the drive Richard decided it was time for His little slut to wake up. He pulled in and stopped at one of the lookout points near the edge of the narrow mountain pass. He watched her for a few moments, taking in the way her breasts would move with every breath, noticing how hard her nipples were. Richard wondered if she was cold or just aware of His watching her. He took the back of His hand and slid it along the curve of her body, ending just below her pert little nipple. As He stroked the hardened bud with the thumb of His right hand, He whispered, "Lily, Lily, My darling. It's time for you to wake up." Lily stretched and yawned, then asked sleepily, "Where are we?" "We're about an hour away from the cabin," Richard said with a twinkle in His eye. Lily sat up and peered out the window. The sky was a brilliant blue, with a few scattered, fluffy white clouds, and the grass on the side of the mountain was greener then any she had ever seen. The surrounding mountain tops were white with snow, creating a scene of beauty that would be forever etched in her mind. Richard opened her door and pulled her out, immediately grabbing a handful of her hair and engaging her in a kiss that she felt would surely drain her of life. His hard body pressed firmly against her, and the bulge of His cock ground into her mound. A soft moan escaped her lips. Richard quickly disengaged the kiss and twisted her around by her hair, then pushed her hard against the car. He bit at her exposed neck. "You want it, don't you slut? You want me to take you right now, don't you?" She trembled with excitement and fear. Lily's soft reply of "Yes, Sir," earned her a firm strike across the left globe of her ass. Her mind was spinning, unsure about the excitement she was feeling, the trepidation and her undying need for Him. "Answer Me correctly, you little slut," Richard said in a firm voice. "Yes, Master," Lily said in a voice that was still to meek for Richard's liking. Again His firm hand landed with a forceful strike to her left ass cheek, leaving the perfect red impression of His large hand welted on her perfect white porcelain skin. "Louder, you whore, I want the whole mountain to hear you." With that command, Lily yelled with all her might, "YES, MASTER, TAKE ME NOW!" "Very good, My pet," Richard said as He grabbed her nipples, pinching and twisting them hard, causing a gasp to escape from her lips. He leaned down and kissed her softly. "That wasn't so hard now, was it My pet?" He gave Lily no time to reply. He just grabbed her by the wrist with one hand and grabbed His toy bag with the other. He locked the doors of the cruiser with a quick press of the remote, and led Lily to a large Sequoia tree not far from the road. "Kneel down with your back against the tree, slut." "Yes, Master!" Lily's reply was an exuberant and resounding echo of her excitement. As she knelt, Richard took from His bag a long length of half-inch-thick white nylon rope, a pair of silver clover nipple clamps, and a large, yellow foam pad. He tossed pad on the ground near Lily and gruffly ordered her to kneel on it. He pulled Lily's hands back around the tree and tied them with the nylon rope, then tied her feet and attached them to her wrists. The tree caused a slight bit of pain on her left ass cheek. The nipple clamps now attached to her pretty pink nipples had sent a wave of excruciating pain and pleasure coursing through her body. He took the nylon rope and wrapped it across the top of her breast, under her arms, and back around the tree. Then He brought it back around the front, crossing it over the center of her breast, and then underneath. He continued to make the X pattern down the length of her curvaceous body until He reached her very wet, very excited sex. He pulled the left side of her outer pussy lips open, placed the nylon rope carefully on the delicate skin, took it back around the tree, and then did the same with the right, fully opening her cunt to him. A few moments of torture to her clit brought her to the edge of orgasm. Lily tried to move her hips to meet His touch, but the way she was tied rendered her completely helpless and vulnerable. "Now, slut, how does that make you feel?" He asked. "Um, scared, helpless, and in need of You, Master," Lily replied in a shaken voice. "Good, maybe next time I ask you a question you will answer it properly the first time," Richard said in a cutting tone as He walked away from her. Lily's heart pounded with fear. "Master? Master? You're not leaving me are You?" Richard continued to walk, not answering her questions. The bulge at the front of His jeans pulled the material tight across His perfectly shaped ass. Smiling, He deliberately walked slowly to the cruiser to retrieve the three foot rattan cane. At the last minute, He grabbed the Wurtenberg wheel off of the gray leather dashboard and stuck it in the back pocket of His 501 Levi's. The tears streamed down Lily's face and glistened in the late afternoon sun as Richard made his way back to her. "What are the tears for, pet? You know I would never leave you," Richard said in a soft reassuring voice as He dried her tears with a purple silk scarf. He calmed her quickly so He could continue with His plan. Richard took the nipple clamps off, which sent a fresh wave of intense pain through Lily's nipples. He took the right one in His mouth, swirling His tongue around it. Lily begged, "OH, please Sir, stop, PLEASE it hurts." Richard slowly massaged her clit as He continued to toy with her nipple. He looked up and asked Lily, "Do you really want Me to stop?" Lily let out a frustrated sigh. "No, Master." "Good girl," Richard said, as He picked up the quirt -- a 12 plait kangaroo with flat braided wrist strap, loaded with a double fall of latigo, that He had bought on His latest trip to Australia. It was made by Sir Travis, one of the most respected whip makers in the world. Slowly He snapped it at each of her nipples, barely touching them, the tip biting just as He pulled away. Lily moaned softly. The moisture of her cunt gleamed in the sunlight, calling the attention of Richard's quirt. Knowing that this was such a sensitive and delicate place, Richard began slowly, dancing the tails of the quirt over her clit with long flowing motions. As Lily's breath began to become labored, Richard picked up His pace and increased the intensity of each strike, harder and harder until Lily was just to the point where He knew she was going to cum, but she had not asked Him yet. "Should I let her cum, or should I make her beg?" He asked Himself as He slowed His pace slightly. Lily's brow was covered in small beads of sweat shimmering as if they were stars in the sky on a moonlit night. Richard was taken aback by how beautiful His slave looked bound to the tree, totally helpless and in His complete control. Finally, Richard increased the pace of the quirt on her very hard clit. Lily's body arched and strained against the nylon rope, but soon went limp as her orgasm passed. Richard sat and leaned against a nearby tree, watching her as she came back from her trip into subspace. "Hello, My darling," Richard said with a gentle tone. Lily smiled. "Hello, my Master." "Ready to continue our trip to the cabin?" Richard asked as He began to release Lily from the constraints of the nylon rope. "Oh yes, Master," Lily replied excitedly as she helped gather the toy bag. Lily picked up the rattan cane, and, passing it over the smooth flesh of her palm, considered asking Richard to cane her now, but then decided it would be best to wait until her Master decided when to use it. Lily snuggled close to Richard for the rest of the trip. The rest of the trip was quiet. Lily snuggled close to Richard with her eyes closed, and in her mind reviewed the day's events. She remembered the way she had flashed the young sales clerk, the sensations of the flogging, the helpless feeling of being bound to the tree, and the unrelenting rhythm of the quirt on her clit. A little smirk crossed her lips as she remembered the intensity of the orgasms. Finally, at the cabin, Richard led Lily to her bed chamber for the night. A large, antique, oak bed, with intricate detailing of large open roses carved in each of the four large posts, sat centered in the oversized room. A similarly carved twelve drawer chest angled in the corner on the right side of the bed. Two night stands, a large oval mirror, and a small writer's desk completed the matching boudoir furnishings. In the far corner to the left of the bed sat a large, well varnished, solid oak St. Andrews cross. Large, brass rings marked each of the four corners of the X, and a rather large phallus protruded from the center. Beside the cross was a spanking bench covered in black leather. An impressive collection of spanking implements displayed from a matching oak peg rack on the wall just above and a little to the right of the bench. Richard was sure that Lily was dripping with excitement, but He was tired. It was time for Him to rest. Richard walked over to the cross and took a pair of leather cuffs from the peg rack. "Your wrist, my love." Lily quickly complied, holding both wrists out to Him. "I must get some rest, My love," Richard explaind in a soft voice as He attached the cuffs on her delicate wrists to the top of the St. Andrews cross. The black leather cuffs next attached to Lily's dainty ankles. Lily moaned loudly as the phallus stretched her sphincter muscles as it entered her tight ass. The bottle of baby oil had been warmed to perfection in the Jenny Lind baby bottle warmer that had been recycled into its current use just after the birth of His only son Jason, now 8 years old and living with the bitch. He always called her "the bitch." She had left Him just 3 weeks after the birth of their son to live with her best friend who was also her lesbian lover. Eight years later Richard was still bitter and angry. "Enough of those thoughts," He said to Himself as He took the baby oil from the bottle warmer. Lily hung on the cross completely open and vulnerable as if an offering to some pagan god. He started with her right foot, slowly and methodically massaged the warm oil into her skin. He took His time and covered every inch of her perfect body. As He approached her sex He could smell her excitement. He could, in fact, see the juices of her love for Him on the outer lips of her cunt. Unable to resist, His mouth soon found its way to her wanting pussy. His tongue glided across the smooth outer lips, dipped into the folds, and found her clit. Teasing her with quick thrusts of His tongue, He brought her ever so close to orgasm, but denied her the full release her body so desperately needed. He continued up her body and found her firm little breasts. He cupped them with both hands, worked the oil over each, and leaned down to whisper, "You look ravishing, My love." Richard stood and admired His captive. "I cannot resist your beauty, which is the reason I must leave you hanging here while I sleep," Richard said in a low, purring voice. Lily's soft moan told of her disappointment, and the roll of her hips tried to entice His ever growing lust for her. Lily watched in fascination as Richard readied himself for bed. The candlelight accented His broad shoulders and rippled muscles. She wished that she was not bound to this cross. She needed His cock buried deep inside her hot, wet cunt. She let out a soft, low moan that sounded much like the mating call of her large, gray tom cat. "Please Master, please use me for Your pleasure," She called out to Him. Richard turned and looked at her in her magnificent beauty, splayed before Him. "Ah, My pet, I am using You for My pleasure. Right now what pleases me is to look at you on that cross, vulnerable and accessible as I fall into slumber. Now, I would suggest you get some sleep. It's going to be a long day tomorrow. I'm having a football party tomorrow night, and you will be serving my guest." Lily's heart skipped a beat at the thought of being made to serve His guest. The room was immersed in darkness. Lily was left to her thoughts. Lily's attention was now on the large phallus that stretched her ass so wonderfully. She moved her hips, rocking back and forth, fucking it slowly, and bringing herself closer to the edge of orgasm. Suddenly she felt the phallus vibrating and growing deep inside her ass. She hadn't noticed that Richard had laid the remote on the nightstand before He extinguished the candles. The phallus was actually a vibrator that would grow from three inches to nearly eight inches long when desired. This was the first time that Richard had used it, and he was quite pleased with the results as Lily's squeals of pleasure reached His ears. He heard her breathing become rapid and knew that she was close once again. He turned the vibrator and pumping action to full speed and watched in the moonlight as He brought her over the edge into the realm of ecstasy once again, then He drifted off to sleep, leaving the vibrator slowly pulsating and pumping in her ass. Sometime in the night he had shut it off. Lily woke with her arms sore, her legs sore, and the phallus in her ass a maddening reminder that she was truly His captive.