3 comments/ 11762 views/ 1 favorites Lonely No More By: curlygirly32 We have agreed to meet, because you have sent me a photo of you and I have sent you mine, and after a few email exchanges, we decide to meet at my place. You knock on the door and I answer, wearing a body-defining white t-shirt and a short but loose summery skirt. I wonder at that moment if I chose my outfit correctly. You are dressed in dark jeans and a white button-down shirt. I agonized over what to wear, but your eyes running over my round breasts and along my smooth legs tells me I chose wisely. I invite you in and as you look around, you notice that I already have a few candles burning and you hand me the bottle of wine that you have brought for us to share. We are both a little nervous, and we make small talk as I go to the kitchen to get some glasses. It's already understood why we decided to meet tonight, both of us had been disappointed by many bad matches and failed first dates...by chance we had met up through an internet dating site and had then emailed back and forth for a few months before finally getting up the nerve to meet in real life. We had shared such intimate details, so it felt both shocking and comfortable at the same time to see you in the flesh. "Thank you so much for inviting me over," you say. "Thank you for coming, I ...well, I'm just happy you're here." We both sit down on the couch, and I pour two healthy glasses of wine for both of us. After a few sips, I turn to you and our eyes meet. "I guess we both know why we're here," I say, and with that we slowly lean a bit towards each other and softly kiss. This starts out as a sweet, soft kiss, and we are both trembling a little. The next time we kiss, you part your lips slightly and taste me, feeling my warm breath against your lips. You run your hand through my hair and we look deep into each other's eyes, and this time there is far less hesitation. Our hungry lips meet and my tongue meets yours as we explore each other intimately, feeling the warmth and tender wetness in our kiss. I take your hand in mine and guide you to my breast and you begin to softly caress me, while I run my hand under your shirt. "Can I take your shirt off?" you ask, looking me straight in the eyes. "Yes," I say, and I help you pull it over my head. I feel you softly caressing my breasts, then you pull the clasp apart on my bra and pull it away from my body. You slowly move your mouth down to my breasts. Taking each nipple into your mouth, your tongue is hot against my skin, and I watch you, in awe of the feelings you are bringing to me. I run my hand down your chest, stopping at the hard bulge in your jeans. I slowly reach my hand into your jeans, distracted by your tongue against my skin, still pressing and kneading my nipples. I find your cock, trapped in your jeans, hard and hot. I am somewhat surprised at its size. Most men brag about their size. In all our very detailed e-mails, you had never made any mention of yours.... You pause and I smile, embarrassed at my thoughts and actions, my hand still against your penis. You move your hand under my skirt and push the fabric aside. Your eyes widen as you quickly discover that I'm not wearing anything under my skirt. I spread my legs slightly so that you have complete access. I wonder if you know that I've shaved just for you. Your fingers run along my clit and across my pussy, already wet from my excitement. You stand up and begin to unbutton your fly, pausing to press your lips to mine and lean in toward me. I am so turned on right now that I ache, and you must know it. I watch as your cock springs free of your briefs and I am not surprised to see that my first impression was correct...you are far larger than any man I've ever been with. I pull you toward my waiting mouth. Slowly and softly I begin moving up and down the shaft of your cock. I realize I can't take your entire length into my mouth, so I wrap my hands around the base, moving my hands with my mouth, hoping not to disappoint you. I run my tongue along the underside, building a rhythm, until you pull away, shuddering. I look at you in confusion, but you only smile and lean forward, dropping to your knees in front of me. Our lips meet and we kiss for a little longer while you push my hand down to your cock and help me stroke it back and forth. "I'm really close to coming," you say, and push my hand away. "Stand up, then" and as you do, I take your cock as deep as possible into my mouth and begin to suck, only seconds pass before your hot semen shoots into my throat and overflows onto my tongue. After I swallow the warm saltiness of your semen, I sit for a minute and recover my composure. I begin to pull my skirt back down and reach for my shirt, but you stop me. You offer me your hand and lead me to my bedroom. "I can tell you meant everything you said in your e-mails, so now will you let me take control? You won't be sorry." I nod and follow your lead. You push me back slowly onto the bed and spread my legs wide. I watch you as you bring your lips down so close to me that I can feel warm breath against my still moist skin. I catch my own breath as I begin to excite at the idea of your tongue wet against me again. You pause and ask me if I remember the safe word I chose when we were discussing this night. I nod, and you kiss me once hard on the mouth. "Good girl. I knew you were paying attention." I reach toward you and try to pull you closer, but you press my hands down firmly into the bed, and hold my wrists in your grip. I lay back and close my eyes, shivering though I'm not at all cold. I push against the restraint of your hands and spread my legs still wider. I imagine your thick cock getting hard again, and wonder if it is. My thoughts are answered as I feel you move closer and your hard cock presses against my stomach as the weight of your body takes my breath away. I wrap my legs around you and try to control my breathing as you lift my arms above my head and wrap soft rope around my wrists and quickly through the slats of the headboard. I pull to test your prowess, and find that I can move just inches, and I feel the rope tighten. You move away to tease my clit with the head of your penis and then just as quickly push away and I see you leave the room. I stretch to one side to see where you might have gone. I question what I've done to get to this point, but can't ignore my feelings of excitement. I do trust you, as much as one can trust someone they just recently met. You return with a bag in your hands. I see you pull something black out of the bag, and you come toward the side of the bed and cover my eyes with what I now realize is a blindfold. The room goes black. I can't help but think of how exposed I am to you at this point. I hear rustling and something hard and rubbery is pressed into my mouth and snaps tighten it around the back of my head. I can't even hold still, I feel myself getting wetter and wonder if you can too. The room is quiet now, and I try to focus on the smallest sound, so that I can guess at what is coming next. Suddenly your hands are on me, quickly pressing my legs down to the bed and ropes are wrapping around my ankles and pulling them to the edge of the bed. Silence again. You must be right there. You press your hand flat against my pussy, then pressure on my clit and a finger pressing into me. I wriggle against yet another surprise but then just as quickly as it began, you pull away. I whimper against the gag. I hear you laugh quietly. "You like that, don't you?" you ask. I nod quickly. I hear the rustling of the bag again and there is a new sound in the room, a low hum and then nothing. I hear a bottle opening and I feel you kneeling on the end of the bed. I feel cool wetness dripping down onto my clit and tense. You stroke my thighs and tell me to relax. I think to myself, "Relax? Is he serious?" I feel a hardness pressing against the opening of my vagina and you slowly press the toy into me. I am surprised at your gentleness. I do start to relax and breathe slowly through my nose. Your tongue runs up my stomach and to my breasts, and you lick around each nipple before taking them into your mouth. You turn on the vibration and I startle and you press me down with one arm while you begin to move the toy in and out of me. You continue with this until I am about to come. I press against the movement the small amount that I can and am about to cry out from the pleasure when it suddenly stops. I yelp in surprise and disappointment. I feel you move off me and you slide the toy out of me. I turn my head trying to get some glimpse of what is going on, but the blindfold is tightly bound and I see nothing but shades of black. Your hands come around my head and remove the gag. I immediately begin to beg, "Please put it back in, I was about to come! It feels so good, please!" Your mouth presses into mine and your kiss silences me. You move away and I feel your weight moving the mattress. More movement and your body is now against me. But something is different? I suddenly realize what it is as your guide your cock into my open mouth. I wrap my lips around it and begin to run my tongue up and down its length, hoping that if I please you, you will do the same for me. I also realize I am turned on just thinking about what I'm doing. What we're doing! Your penis is hard and I feel it hot in my mouth and you press hard into me, almost gagging me. I keep up my own movements and you help me along by moving in and out on your own. You lean down and lick my clit, your own tongue running along its sensitive surface and your fingers spreading me apart and then your press two fingers into me. I push against you, wishing I could have your cock inside me right then. You slow and pause. "I am going to come right now if we don't slow down," you say quickly. You pull away and swing your body off of me. "I've got more I want to do to you." I hear the bottle again, and your slippery lubed fingers run down my pussy. I wonder how you could possibly think I need more lubrication, I feel so wet. Then I realize your intention, as one finger presses against my asshole. I tense, and I feel one hand against my stomach to hold me still. I am turned on, but not sure this is what I want. "Wait, I don't think I'm ready for that." Silence, and then the gag is pushed into my mouth again and I have no way to stop you. You move along the end of the bed and suddenly I feel your hands on my hips and you are flipping me over. My ankles are retied on opposite sides of the bed, my wrists even more tightly restrained as the rope twists again as you turn me. I know now that you fully intend to do something to me anally, and I tell myself you will surely be gentle. I know that you know I am not sure about this...I told you that in our e-mails. I start to get very nervous...also recalling that I told you that I was very curious. I have had many boyfriends who had tried to get me to do this, but it had always been nothing but painful. You had reassured me that it could be very pleasurable. Your lubed fingers press into my cheeks and spread them wider, another finger running around my asshole in ever tighter circles. I tense, and you slap my ass once, quickly. "Don't try to stop me!" I start to cry, and your voice is at my ear. "Do you want me to stop? Do you? Do you remember your safe word?" I hesitate. One, then 2 seconds pass. I say, "No, I don't want you to stop. I remember the word. But I'm scared." Your hands run through my hair and down my back. "It will be more pleasure than pain, I promise you that. And I will stop if you say the word, you know that, right?" I nod again. One finger presses against my asshole and I tremble. More pressure and some pain, and it's suddenly in, such a strange feeling. Full...tight ...so intense, stinging, and hot. I can't pay attention to anything else, though I try to, in an attempt to will the pain away. You pull out and enter me again with two fingers, moving slowly put deeper each time. I push back against you, as the feelings melt into pleasure and intensify. "You make me so hard, I won't last much longer!" My fears start to clang around in my head again, as I think about what that might mean. I feel your fingers slow and pull out, and you spread still more lube over my ass. I feel the vibrator press into my pussy and you turn on the vibration to the lowest speed. You tell me to hold still so it won't slide out. You position the wide head of your penis against my asshole and tell me to press against it. I do. Ready but still not, scared out of my mind, I wait. If two fingers hurt, your penis will certainly be unbearable. I press against you, straining as you've told me to. You press slowly and evenly, and suddenly I feel more white hot pain and burning as you pop past my sphincter and inside me. I feel you exhale and your breath is hot against my back. You grasp my hair in your hand as you hold still for a few seconds, then begin to move in me. I am unable to decide what I feel, as my clit, my ass, my entire bottom half feels as if it's about to explode with pleasure. I hear noises and realize it's me, straining to be heard behind the gag. You begin to slam into me, harder and harder, and with your loud cries mixing with mine, and almost as quickly as it began, it ends with your hot semen filling my insides. I strain against my restraints, and you collapse onto me. After what seems like forever, the waves of pleasure subside and you're rising off of me. I feel the restraints coming loose and the blindfold is removed. My eyes are shocked by the sudden brightness, though I know the room is almost dark. I pull myself up to a kneeling position and feel the vibrator slide out with my movement. I reach down and turn it off. You offer me your hand and a towel, and guide me to the bathroom. On trembling legs, I accept your help into the shower as you turn on the water and we wait for it to warm up. I look at you while we wait, shocked at how wonderful you've made me feel. Your warm lips press into mine, and you step into the shower with me. You take the soap and a washcloth and gently wash me all over. You quickly wash yourself, and then grab a towel for yourself and for me. We dry off and go back to the bedroom to lie down. We fall asleep quickly, our warm bodies pressed together. I begin to dream of new excitements with you...of what I will wake to... Lonely No More "Hello?" "Hey there pretty kitty." "Jim! I haven't talked to you in ages...I was beginning to think you didn't care anymore." "Aw, baby, you know better than that. I just wanted to see how long I could hold out." "The fact that you held out this long is rather discouraging." He laughed on the other end. "I'm sorry hon, I know it's been awhile, truth is work has been eating me alive...figures I'd be either doing absolutely nothing, or be so busy I don't even have time for my girl. I do, however, have a surprise for you now." "Oh?" Jim chuckled into the phone. "Well, now that this project is over, I've got a week off...and I decided to spend it in Florida with my baby. I just landed in Palm Beach an hour ago, and I'm on my way to my hotel." My heart missed a beat. "You...you're here?" I nearly choked on my own tongue in the effort to keep from squealing. "When do I get to see you?" "Soon, baby. Very very soon." *** I sat in the restaurant, impatiently drumming my fingers on the table, my drink untouched, my stomach clenched with nervousness and excitement. I was so unprepared for this. I wasn't expecting to see him for at least another month. No matter how close we got, it was always nerve-wracking waiting to see him... "Is this seat taken?" "I – um – actually, it..." I looked up. "Jim!" I jumped out of my chair and threw my arms around Jim's neck. He put a hand in my hair, the other on the small of my back, and pressed his lips to mine, his kiss taking my breath away, as it always does. "I missed you, master," I whispered in his ear. "I missed you too, kitty." I looked up into Jim's eyes, his beautiful green eyes that always made me swoon, and as he smiled down at me I felt my entire body smiling back at him. I stroked his cheek gently and kissed him again, feeling the touch of his lips, his wonderful kisses that make me absolutely melt. We sat down and ordered some food; there was eating, there was small talk, but most of all there was sexual tension, hanging in the air like a fog, thick enough to cut with a knife. Between the gratitude we both had for the opportunity to see each other, and our need to absolutely ravish one another, it was a wonder that the emotion at that table hadn't become literally visible. I laughed to myself at the thought of a big red and purple swirling cloud of emotion in the middle of the restaurant. It had been quite awhile, for the both of us, and we each looked ready to consume the other, with all the lustful looks that passed between us. He put a piece of bread in my mouth, I'd let the tip of his finger slip between my lips, careful not to bite, wanting to please him and stay out of trouble. I'd reach over to wipe a bit of food from his mouth, and lean a little further than necessary, to let him glimpse down my shirt; and he looked, every time. Finally Jim leaned in to whisper in my ear. "You're acting like a filthy little slut. You must be absolutely desperate for cock." He growled and bit me on the neck as I let out a little gasp, and he guided my hand to the crotch of his pants so I could feel his erection. "You are desperate for my cock, aren't you, you whore?" His tone had gone from the loving boyfriend to the demanding Master, and I knew better than to respond as anything but the loyal slave I am. "Yes, sir," I whispered, squirming in my seat and squeezing his hard cock under my hand. "Well, then, I have just the thing for needy little whores like you." Jim reached in his pocket, removing something and pressing it into my palm as he removed my hand from his erection. I glanced down at what he had given me, and my face immediately heated. In my hand was a small purple rubber butterfly, the kind that look ever so innocuous, but have little vibrators inside, and elastic leg straps to attach them. I looked into my Master's face, nervous and wondering what he had in store for me, though I'd be lying to say I didn't have some idea. "I want you to put this on for me." He paused, his voice lowering as he continued. "Now, the question is, should I be kind and let you go to the restroom to put this on, or should I be the harsh master and make you take your panties off here at the table, and see how discreet you can be about sliding this on." He laughed quietly as he watched me squirm, and I looked imploringly into his eyes, hoping he'd let me off easy – he was usually a kind Master, but he occasionally found amusement in forcing me out of my comfort zone. "I think I want you to do it here, baby." My face colored immediately. "Take off your panties, and give them to me." My eyes darted around the room, terrified someone was watching, or worse, had overheard. But not even in my state of paranoia could I see anyone who was paying the slightest attention to us. Agonizingly slowly, I reached up the skirt of my new red dress, hooking my thumb into the waistline of my panties, and lifting myself off the seat just enough to slide them off, pushing them to my knees and letting gravity do the rest. Catching them on one ankle, I pulled my panties the rest of the way off, letting out a sigh of relief as I passed them off to Jim, though I wasn't out of the woods yet. Getting the butterfly on would be tougher. I scooted back in my chair, reaching down and feigning to fix my shoe as I slipped the elastic straps over my feet. With what I thought was a movement of unusual grace – for me, anyway – I hooked a finger into the strap and pulled it up over my legs as I sat back up. My face reddened again as I considered the amount of adjusting in my seat it was going to take to get this thing on the rest of the way, and how much I'd already been moving around and attracting attention already. I succeeded, though, in getting the vibe comfortably settled over my clit, very much flustered and blushing for the effort. "Good job, baby," Jim whispered in my ear, as his hand slid into his pocket. "And now for the fun part." The vibrator started to buzz, and it was all I could do not to jump in my seat. For all its small size, the little guy was powerful, and I clutched the edge of my seat as it vibrated on my clit. Jim laughed quietly to himself. "So it works." I looked at him and bit my lower lip, my legs squeezing themselves together, both to keep me from squirming in my seat and to press that wonderful device tighter against my swollen clit. "Does my baby like?" I nodded, and Jim's face darkened. He turned the vibrator off and lifted my chin to look up into his eyes. "What was that?" "Yes, sir," I responded, embarrassed. "That's better. Just because we're out in public doesn't mean you're allowed to break the rules. You know better than that, baby." "I know. I'm sorry, sir." "It's okay, love, just don't let it happen again." "I won't, sir." "Good." He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, and we went back to eating. I reached out to take a sip of my wine, and Jim turned the vibe back on. Feeling spiteful, I forced myself to stay still, and drank my wine quietly, looking into Jim's eyes with an expression of "yes, and..?" withholding my desperate need to moan or gasp or cry out with pleasure. "Let's try this again: does my baby like?" "Yes...sir," I forced out, my speech faculties rapidly disintegrating as he inched me toward my first orgasm of the night. I bit my lip and my breath stopped, all my focus shifting to the burning pleasure in my clit. "Is my baby going to come for me?" "Yes, sir." "You know you've gotta ask, first." "Can I come, sir, please?" I whispered, feeling that if he didn't give me permission soon I'd come without it, and terrified that I'd have to face the repercussions of that later. "Aww, my poor baby needs to come. You'll have to beg better than that if you want it." "Please, master, please let me come, I need to now, pleeease..." I melted in my chair with my need. Jim leaned in, very close, and whispered in my ear, "No." He clicked off the vibe, and I nearly cried. *** When we got to the hotel room, I stood somewhat awkwardly, suddenly nervous, as Jim put his keys down on the table. As if sensing my apprehension, Jim ensured that the door was locked, then came up behind me and put his arms around my waist. "You okay kitty?" I squeezed his hand. "Yeah. I'm fine." He kissed my neck gently, and nibbled my earlobe, making me gasp sharply and grab his hand. "Good. Now you were a good kitty and brought your collar, right?" "Of course, sir." "Wonderful," he breathed. "Now, I'm going to go to the bathroom. When I come back I want you to have your clothes off, and I want you to be kneeling by the bed so I can put your collar on you, ok?" I nodded. "Yes, sir." "Good girl. Oh, and by the way, leave the vibrator." He kissed me on the cheek and disappeared into the bathroom. I peeled my clothes off, and unzipped my purse to produce my collar, when all of a sudden the butterfly between my legs came to life. My knees almost buckled with the unexpected pleasure. I took a moment to savor it, pressing the vibe harder against my clit and letting out a low moan. Almost purring, I pulled my collar from my purse, and went to kneel by the bed. My collar resting on my thighs, I leaned my head against the bed and relished the sweet pleasure my Master was giving me. He took a good ten minutes in the bathroom, leaving me to twitch and moan alone in the bedroom, until I screamed out, "Master, please! I need to come!" With a laugh, Jim stepped out of the bathroom. "What's that? Does my sweet slavegirl need to come for me?" "Yes sir," I moaned, my breath coming in gasps, my clit screaming for release. "Take my hand," Jim instructed, "and come for me, pretty girl." With a cry, I grasped Jim's hand and let myself come, my body shaking as I cried out for god and my Master, finally collapsing into mellow pleasure. Jim clicked off the vibrator, and I whispered, "Thank you, sir. Thank you for letting me come for you." Jim smiled down at me, and kissed me on the forehead. "Thank you, baby. Your orgasms are wonderful gifts. Now tilt your head up so I can put your collar on." I obeyed, and Jim buckled the collar tightly around my neck, and produced a short lead from the nightstand behind him to clip to the collar. Tugging it gently, he smiled. "That's my sweet little captive kitty." He ran a hand across my cheek. "Would my sweet little captive kitty like to suck her Master's cock?" My mouth watered and I looked up at him eagerly. "Yes, Master." "That's a good little slave." He pulled me up to my feet. "Undress me, then get back down on your knees." I obeyed, pulling his tshirt off over his head, dying to kiss him, to touch his chest and kiss his shoulders, but he held me back. I unbuckled his belt, pulling off his pants and boxers, then knelt in front of him again, his thick, erect cock on level with my mouth. My lips parted and I looked up at my Master hungrily, imploringly. "Now don't take it in your mouth till it's time. You'll wait permission like a good slave." Slowly he ran the head of his cock over my lips, and my tongue darted out, quickly, to wet my lips and get just a taste of him as he teased me. He stroked it back across my cheek, the other way, then pulled my lead, his other hand on the back of my neck, and pushed my head against his cock; my mouth opened and I took it into my mouth, moaning with the taste and feel of him. My mouth stretched around his thickness as he pushed himself all the way into my throat. I moaned around his cock as he fucked my face, fighting the urge to gag with all my might, because I didn't want to take that hard dick out of my mouth. Finally I had to either slow down or gag, so I pulled my head away briefly, gasping for air and sucking just the head of his cock back into my mouth, savoring it as I let myself breathe. I wrapped my lips back around his huge shaft; my tongue ran along the length of him, as my lips stroked the skin, up and down, as my head bobbed. "Oh, yeah," he moaned, "my kitty is a good little cocksucker." I got into a rhythm, devouring his cock passionately and fighting the urge to touch my pussy, knowing I couldn't do so without his permission. "Get up, baby," he instructed, "I have a treat for you. And some new rules I'd like to go over." I stood before him, waiting anxiously. He kissed me gently on the lips, then stepped back. "You see, kittylove, you're a wonderfully obedient girl, but your posture could use work. I want my slave to look like the prize she is, and to present herself to her master properly. When you're kneeling, I want your knees spread just a bit apart, just enough to be able to touch your pussy if I tell you to, and I want your hands in your lap." As he spoke, he walked around me, looking over my naked body. "And when you're standing, I want your back straight, hands behind your back and feet a foot apart so I can reach your whore pussy if I choose. Understood?" "Yes, sir," I replied, assuming the posture he'd described. "Good girl. Now, for being such an obedient girl, I'll give you your treat." He stepped up behind me, hands on my shoulders, and whispered in my ear, "should I show it to you, or just blindfold you right away?" "I'd like to be able to see, sir," I responded timidly. Master knew I loved to see whatever he was doing to me, whether he was just running his hands over my body, or if he'd found a new and terrifying implement of punishment. Blindfolds drove me mad; as sensual as it was, I wanted to know what was being done to me, pleasant or otherwise. "Hmm, well, I suppose I can let you see for a little while, but I warn you, you will be blindfolded before the night is out." I hung my head. "Yes, sir." From the nightstand Jim produced a pair of black patent leather wrist cuffs, and a length of soft rope. "We'll start with these. Hold out your hands." I obeyed and he attached one cuff to each of my wrists after slinging the length of rope over his shoulder. "Lie down on the bed. Facedown." Quietly, I climbed into the big four-poster hotel bed, lying as he'd told me to. He took my hands, and attached one wrist to each of the posts on the headboard with rope that he'd had the foresight to attach to the bedposts. The cuffs were wide enough to give very little range of motion in my wrists, though he'd not attached them tightly enough to let me worry about losing circulation to my hands. My ankles he pushed together, wrapping my legs in rope from the knees down, leaving my legs entirely useless; I could bend my knees, but could in no other way move them. Master ran his fingers up the back of my thigh, stroking my ass tenderly. "My baby has such a wonderful ass. So good for squeezing, and for admiring...and for spanking," he accentuated this last with a sharp smack on my ass, making me gasp. "Oh, yes, very good for spanking. And you love it, don't you baby?" "Yes, sir." "Yeah, I bet you do, filthy little whore like you. You are a filthy little whore, aren't you, baby?" "Yes, sir." "Say it." "I'm a filthy little whore, sir," I responded; it always stung when he made me do that. Which I'm sure is why he loved to do it. To see me humbled and admitting that I was no more than a whore hoping to earn the privilege of his attention. Striding up to the head of the bed, he put one knee up on the bed, and pressed the head of his cock to my lips. I took it in hungrily, sucking him desperately, knowing that pleasing him was the one release that I could have – at least until he decided otherwise. Gripping the back of my head, he forced his cock deep into my throat, then took it away and pulled on a pair of jeans slung on the chair nearby. Coming back to the bed, he leaned over me. "Kiss me, baby." I leaned up as best I could and kissed him, gently, on the mouth. "Now tell me you love me." "I love you, Master." He smiled. "Good, baby. 'Cause those are gonna be the last words out of your mouth for awhile." He pulled from the nightstand a half mask, made of black leather, that he slipped on and laced up tightly, covering me from my neck to just under my nose. "Can you breathe, baby?" I nodded. "Good, good." He leaned down and kissed my cheek, and whispered gently and intimately in my ear that he would never hurt me, and what I needed to do if I needed to stop him, since I couldn't use a safe word. I smiled from behind the mask and nuzzled his face in affirmation. "I love you, my beautiful slave," he whispered. Standing straight, Master looked over my bound and naked body. "What to do with this helpless little kitty. So many fun things to do with her, I just can't decide...as much as I'd like to, I can't just immediately fuck your brains out. That would spoil the fun. Hmm..." Master ran his hand over my back, and slapped me on the ass. "Ooh. That feels nice. I should spank you. Kitty need a good spanking?" I nodded, and Jim smacked my face, lightly. "What was that?" "Yes, sir," I attempted to say, but all that came out was a muffled mumbling sound. He smacked my face again. "Keep trying." "Yes, sir," I articulated the best I could, but the second attempt wasn't much better than the first. With an almost vindictive grin, he stroked my face. "Aww, that's right, my poor kitty can't speak. Well, I guess I just won't have to worry about asking what you want. I'll just take from you. And trust me, I will take everything you have to give." He spoke slowly, drawing out the word 'everything,' as I lay there looking up into his eyes, searching them to see how much he meant to hurt me, wishing I could read him, but coming up with nothing. I watched him as he eyed my body, drew back his hand, and struck my ass, full force. I gasped and pulled at the bonds on my wrists. Master chuckled and looked down at me. "That's what I like to see." Again he smacked my ass, and again, until he drew a muffled cry of pain from me. Smiling, he stroked my ass. "There we go, all nice and warmed up. Now for the real fun. Would you like to know what I'm going to do next, kitty? I'm going to show you every single thing I brought along with me, whether it's for pleasure or for pain, so you won't be touched with anything completely unexpected. Once I show them to you, though, you're going to be blindfolded. And I will use what I want, when I want, until I'm done with you." He turned to open up a duffel bag he'd left near the bed, then stopped and turned back around. "One more thing. You do understand, that without the ability to speak, you won't be able to ask for permission to come?" My eyebrows raised with the realization, and a slow grin spread across Master's face. Master turned back to the duffel bag, pulling items out one by one: a long black riding crop with a narrow leather tip, which he stroked across my thigh before setting it at the foot of the bed; a black leather slapper with a studded handle; a black patent leather paddle; a red feather attached to a long black plastic handle, a cat toy I'd seen him use before with his real kitten; and last but not least, a black leather flogger, one of the most dangerous-looking ones I'd ever seen. The very last item he presented for my review was a small bottle of lubricant, which he placed on the nightstand. He watched me follow the bottle of lube with my eyes, and he smiled. "Yes, baby, don't worry, I have every intention of fucking my good little slave before the night is out." I smiled at him, and he stroked my cheek, then slapped it lightly. "Now, to business," and, pulling a blindfold from the nightstand, he left me in darkness. The first thing I felt was the brush of smooth leather across my back, the slapper I assumed; he stroked it along my spine, and down over my ass, and between my thighs. Turning it around so I felt the cold metal studs of the handle, he pressed the slapper between my thighs, pushing it up against my pussy, pressing the vibe against my clit, just enough to remind me it was there, and it was on the list of his weapons to use on me at his discretion. Pulling away, he left me isolated for a moment; my mind raced, I got nervous, and almost started to get fidgety in my fear that he'd left me, when I felt a stinging slap across my thigh, from the opposite side of where he'd been standing previously. I gasped in surprise and twitched under the strike; he struck again, across my ass, working his way up and down between my ass and my thighs, spreading out the pain so I'd never know where to expect it and so he wouldn't wear out one area too much. I could never accuse my Master of not being smart, or creative. He struck me only hard enough to sting a bit, knowing how much I loved the warm sensation that was left behind after that kind of treatment. Lonely No More "Such a pretty kitty, with a nice, warm red ass," Master said in a singsong voice, slapping me once more across my ass, for good measure. I heard something hit the floor behind him, then cried out in fear and surprise as the riding crop landed, full force, across the center of my back. Whimpering, I was left barely enough time to get my breath before the next whip of the crop landed across my back; first, though, he switched the butterfly back on. I let out a long cry that was half a whimper of pain and half a moan of pleasure. I writhed in pleasure as the butterfly buzzed against my clit, and screamed in pain as Master beat me with the riding crop. I thought I would cry, though whether it was from pain, pleasure, or simple torment I couldn't say. He'd never brought me to tears before, and honestly I knew I could hold out a lot longer. But at the rate he was going...it looked like tonight was the night he'd finally succeed. I could only imagine the welts that he was raising on my back; or at least, I would be imagining them if I was capable of a single coherent thought at that point. Suddenly, my body started to build the electricity across my skin that said I was about to come. No! I cried silently. I couldn't come, no no no, not without permission, please no...but there was not stopping it. I whimpered as the pleasure built, and when I could take the torment no longer, gave in to the ecstasy as my body rocked with orgasm. Master stopped. He stopped hitting me with the crop, he turned off the vibrator. He stopped touching me altogether. I lay panting, alone, and terrified. I had done the one thing I always tried my best to never do; I had come for myself. I had forgotten my pleasure belonged to my Master and I gave in to it for my own sake. I was almost to ashamed to be scared of the punishment I knew I'd get. I just hoped he wouldn't be cruel enough to send me home for the night. After what felt like an eternity without contact, Master pulled the gag down off of my mouth. "What do you have to say for yourself?" "I'm so sorry, sir." "Sorry for what?" All terms of endearment were gone. He was serious. "For coming without permission, sir." "Who do your orgasms belong to?" "To you, sir." "Then why did you just come without my permitting it?" "I'm sorry, sir, I lost control." My voice took on an edge that suggested I was near tears, and truthfully I thought I might cry at any moment. Master must have heard the pain in my voice, because he kissed me gently on the mouth and said, "I forgive you, my love. But you need to learn to control yourself." "Yes, sir," I whispered, inexpressibly grateful for his forgiveness. "And you know, even though I forgive you, I can't let you get away with that without punishment." "Yes, sir." "And you know what the punishment for coming without permission is, don't you?" "Yes, sir." "Good. Get up on your knees baby," he said softly, putting one hand under my hips to help me lift myself up until my ass was in the air so high it exposed my pussy, still wet with my come. "If I were a crueler man," Master continued, in the same soft tone, "I'd use that riding crop on that poor pussy of yours. But I just can't be that heartless of a Master. I'm gonna make you count for me, though, alright?" "Yes, sir." "Good." With that, he spanked my pussy, hard but not as hard as he could; he knows how sensitive that is, and he knows that pain there is not a pain I enjoy. It's reserved for punishment purposes; when my pussy gets spanked I know I've been truly bad. "One," I gasped out. Smack! "Two." Smack! "Three." Smack! This one harder, making me cry out and whimper, barely choking out the word "Four." And the final Smack!, drawing another cry from me that faded to the final, "Five." "What a good kitty, taking her punishment so well." Master gently stroked my burning pussy, and kissed my cheek before putting my gag back on. The next thing I felt was the ropes around my legs being tugged at. Carefully, without knocking me over from my position on my knees, Master untied my legs and briefly massaged my calves and spread my legs apart, then pulled the butterfly off over my feet. I felt nothing for a brief moment as I heard the rope and the vibrator hitting the carpet, then I felt the cool, relieving touch of my Master's tongue on my aching cunt. I sighed quietly as his tongue ran over my slit, sucking my clit into his mouth and kissing the insides of my thighs. Master licked my pussy gently, lovingly, erasing all the pain he had just inflicted on it, and I moaned softly through the gag, almost purring as he stroked me with his tongue. This was better than making me come; this was taking away all my pain. "Oh, my sweet baby." He spoke softly, but without the menace of before. "I'm going to make love to you, beautiful kitty." Gentle and loving, or a violent fucking, I knew I had no choice and had resigned myself to take whatever he chose to give me; he seemed to read my heart, though, and chose to lay me down and make gentle love to me from behind, bringing me to my first orgasm slowly, with gentle urgings. I had nothing to be afraid of when he whispered "Come for me baby," into my ear; and I did, quietly but wholeheartedly, and after the first orgasm started to press back against his cock, urging my Master to take me harder, faster. He took a few more slow, deliberate strokes, just to remind me who owned whom, then took the cue and picked up his pace, pushing his cock deeper into me, taking me harder and making me moan with pleasure. With a little laugh Master said "Yes, my little slave girl likes to get fucked, doesn't she?" I moaned and pressed myself against his cock even harder in response. "Little slave girl's gonna come again soon, isn't she?" I moaned and nodded. He slammed his cock into me, deep as he could, and my body was rushing toward a second orgasm. "Come for me. Now." I cried out in pleasure, hearing the volume of my own voice despite the gag as I came on his cock; I panted and whimpered as another orgasm rode the crest of the previous one. Hearing my need, Master ordered, "Come again, baby. Come for me as many times as you can." I screamed and tensed as I came again, and again; the fifth time I came, Master came with me, flooding me with his cum, both our bodies tensing and exploding with pleasure, then collapsing together in exhaustion. Master lay on top of me, and whispered in my ear, "That was wonderful, baby." He pulled off the blindfold and turned my head so he could look into my eyes. I smiled up at him and he kissed my forehead. "My beautiful blue-eyed angel." Climbing up, Master removed my gag, kissing me passionately, our tongues intertwining. I stopped, pulled away. "Master, I want to hold you," I implored, looking up at the bonds on my wrists. "Of course, love." He detached the cuffs from the posts, though leaving them on my wrists. I rolled over to face my Master and threw my arms around his neck, pressing a loving and needy kiss to his lips. "My pretty girl," Master whispered, brushing my hair from my face. Taking my lead in his hand, he pulled me up to a sitting position. "Let's get you cleaned up, beautiful." He pulled me by the lead into the bathroom. Removing the cuffs from my wrists, he cleaned the sweat and fluids off of my skin. I stood patiently, basking in the lovingness with which he performed this act. When I was clean he quickly toweled himself off, and took out a fresh pair of cuffs, these made of soft fur, and velcroed them to my wrists. Taking of the lead, he said "These cuffs are for you to sleep in tonight. I didn't want anything abrasive on you, then you'd never get any slep." I smiled. "Thank you, sir." He kissed my forehead. "Anything for my kitty." Removing the lead from my collar, he led me by the hand back to bed. Pulling back the blankets, he laid me down in the soft bed, then took my hands and moved them to my chest. He clipped one wrist to each of the two D-rings on my collar, and rolled me onto my side so I was facing the edge of the bed. "Is that comfy baby?" "Yes, sir." "Good." Master kissed me, gently, but passionately, breathing in my essence and letting me breathe in his. He stroked my hair and then went to the other side of the bed, climbing in behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. Kissing my shoulder, he whispered, "I love you, baby." "I love you too, Master." I curled up in my Master's arms, feeling loved and safe in his arms and under his power. I embraced the bonds he gave me, because they were constant external signs of how fully I belonged to him. I never felt more secure in the knowledge that he owned my heart than when he could own my body. If only he never had to go back home again.