2 comments/ 20583 views/ 1 favorites Master's Dinner By: firmbutgentle He'd told her in the morning that today would be a punishment day, as she knelt in front of him, fresh out of the shower, freshly shaved, giving her owner his morning blow job. He pressed the back of her head towards him, saying, "All the way." Obediently she took him deeply, pressing her lips into his pubic hair, holding him within her throat and restraining her gag reflex easily, thanks to her training. "Tongue!" he said sharply, twisting her hair, and she started moving her tongue over the bottom of his cock, and stretching it out to lick his balls. "I am deeply dissatisfied with your performance last week," he said. She'd known this was coming. He'd been away several days, and she had neglected more than once to check in with him in the morning about what she was wearing. She was supposed to do it every day without fail, unless he'd instructed her what to wear, but she had been waking up late without him and rushing out the door. "You must learn that these rules are not optional," he continued. "And until you do, you're going to be punished. Do not eat anything after lunch today. Come straight home after work, and assume punishment position the moment you walk in the door. Is that clear?" She nodded, his cock still buried in her mouth. He released the back of her head, and she resumed sucking him the way he liked, slow and deep, using her tongue. He came in her mouth, and told her not to swallow. She held his come in her mouth, obediently, while he went to her closet, and returned with one of her corsets, the high white satin one that covered her breasts and descended almost to her pubic bone in front. She placed her hands on her head without being told, and he wrapped it around her, tightening it hard and lacing it up. Wearing it all day would be a challenge; it made sitting, standing and walking more uncomfortable and more difficult. Then he went into the jewelry drawer and took out a string of small silver beads, looped several times through a small ring. He attached this ring to the ring that pierced the hood of her clit, where the beads would bounce and tease her clit the whole day. Then from her closet he got a long black wool skirt and a red v-neck sweater, and put them on the bed in front of her. "No underwear today." She moaned, knowing that meant the beads would be free to tantalize her constantly. "Get dressed, and swallow when you're done," he said, and left the room. Eight hours later, she was tired. Continually short of breath all day, the corset digging into her, and constantly distracted by the gentle touches on her clit, she'd been less focused than usual, and a few co-workers had asked if something was on her mind. "Yes," she thought to herself, "Being fucked." She opened the door of the apartment, put down her laptop bag, and dropped to her knees with her head on the bench where their shoes were stored. She raised her skirt to her hips and laced her hands behind her neck. Face down on the bench, she waited. After a few minutes, she heard his footsteps. His hands caressed her ass and spread her cheeks, and then she felt the slow trickle of thick lube around her asshole. She gasped as cold metal slid quickly into her. Her Master was careful and never caused her discomfort unintentionally, so his not having warmed it up in advance must be a part of her punishment. It felt like the largest of the stainless-steel plugs he liked her to wear for long periods, and its coldness was spreading inside her. He sat next to her on the bench and lifted her head up by the hair. She buried her face in his crotch, mouthing his cock through his pants as he placed her collar around her neck and latched it shut. This was not her ordinary collar that she wore all the time at home, but the thick heavy punishment collar, three inches high and made of very thick leather. He raised her head by one of the thick rings embedded in the collar, and kissed her. "Get undressed, and then prostrate yourself." He stood up and walked into the bedroom as she pulled her sweater over her head, folded it, and put it on the bench. She unzipped the skirt, folded it, and placed it on top of the skirt. She went to all fours carefully, the corset digging into her pubic bone, and placed her face on the floor and stretched her arms out in front of her. He returned, and she heard the clink of metal as he put some things down on the bench. He unlaced and removed her corset, then reached between her legs and unclipped the beads. He lifted her head by the hair and presented them to her lips for her to lick her juices and sweat, and urine, off them. He released her head, and she faced the floor as he lifted her wrists and buckled her restraints on, and then did the same for her ankles. Again, these were heavy punishment restraints, not the usual lighter ones. He pulled the ring on her collar and she got to her knees, and he locked her hands behind her back. He stood her up, blindfolded her, and clipped her leash to her collar. He tugged her leash and she walked quickly, following his lead, trusting him not to allow her to fall or hit anything. In the dining room he turned her so her ass was against the table and kissed her again. Then he released her wrists, and lifted her legs with his other arm behind her back, laying her down on the table. He moved her, adjusting her body so her shoulders were on the main part of the table and her head on the drop leaf. He locked her wrist restraints together and attached them to a chain that hung from a hook in the ceiling that normally held a large plant. He attached a spreader bar between her legs, and then lifted them, and used a short chain to attach the spreader bar to her collar. She was lifted, opened and spread. The lips of her shaved cunt opened, and the steel plug glittered in the light. He raised her ass and put a pillow under it, then kissed her again and left the room. She lay there, listening to him prepare dinner. Smells wafted into the dining room: He was grilling fish. She waited, her legs swaying slightly, her aching cunt getting wetter and wetter. Finally, he came back into the room, and she smelled his food and heard him put the plate and utensils down in the seat facing her open legs. She heard knife and fork as he began to eat, and then cried out when she felt something slender and flexible penetrating her cunt. Even though it was too small to provide real stimulation, she moaned and raised her hips to it, but it was quickly withdrawn. "Asparagus," he said. "With my favorite sauce." She felt another stalk teasing the lips of her cunt and her clit, before it plunged too quickly into her cunt. She moaned continuously now, thrusting towards him. "Please, please," she moaned. "You're starting to drip," he said, and pushed his chair back. He went to the kitchen and returned with a dessert plate, which he placed beneath her open legs to catch her juices as they trickled down her soaking wet lips. Another stalk of asparagus plunged deeply into her, and he reached up and held it to her lips. She eagerly bit off the tender end, tasting herself as she carefully chewed and swallowed. His dinner finished, he returned to the kitchen and she smelled food again. She sighed in relief, realizing that she would be allowed to eat tonight. Her intense arousal had taken her mind off her hunger, but now she awaited her dinner eagerly. He returned and placed her dinner plate on her chest. Its warmth felt good on her breasts, and she felt his hand under her head as he released the drop leaf and gently lowered her head until it hung off the end of the table. She opened her mouth and relaxed her throat, knowing what was coming. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped her pants, and drove his hard cock into her mouth. This was not a blowjob and she made no attempt to serve him; he was fucking her mouth and all he wanted was the back of her throat. Some drool ran out of her mouth and down her face towards her eyes, but he saw it and wiped it away with a finger. Then he pulled out of her mouth and moved closer to her, pressing his balls against her face, and she licked them as he came all over her dinner. He lifted her up, and held her with an arm around her shoulders as he fed her, the same salmon and asparagus that he'd had, only with a different sauce. "Thank you, Master," she said. He kissed her forehead, raised the drop leaf, lowered her back down to the table, and took the plate away. She waited, and he came back from the kitchen and sat down again facing her cunt. She screamed as a sudden ice cold sensation covered her belly, followed by trickling warmth. He was eating his dessert: a scoop of ice cream placed on her, just where the line of her pubic hair would be if she had any, with warm chocolate sauce. The spoon scraped the melting ice cream off her skin, followed trickles down between her legs, and once, ran up between her lips, making her cry out again. He finished, and took his plate to the sink, returning with a warm wet towel, cleaning her belly and cunt. She felt him release the chain from her collar, lower her legs to the table, and remove the spreader bar. He lifted her off the table and placed her on the floor, knowing her legs were not prepared to carry her yet. The plate that had been between her legs, now covered in melted ice cream, chocolate, and her pussy juices, was now on the floor in front of her, and his hand pushed her face into it. She obediently licked it clean, and thanked her owner for her dessert. The warm towel wiped her face. Her leash attached to her collar again, she was led into the bedroom on all fours. He removed the restraints, the plug, the blindfold, and finally, with his cock in her mouth, her collar. She sucked him slowly and worshipfully, daring to ask, with his cock still in her mouth, "Master, will you fuck me tonight?" He stroked her hair. "No, kitten. You're being punished." She plunged her mouth over his cock again, and accepted his come into her mouth. He held his hand out, and she let it drip out of her mouth onto the palm of his hand, and closed her eyes as he smeared it all over her face. She licked his hand clean and crawled into bed. He spooned her, and kissed the back of her neck. "I won't forget again, Master," she said softly. "I know you won't, darling," he said. "Good night." She went to sleep, his come drying on her face and her wet pussy aching, vowing to wake before him. If she woke up first, and awakened him with a blowjob, he would likely lift her onto his cock and fuck her. She pressed her legs together and hoped. Master's Dinner Emily shifted her weight on her left leg, unable to make the difference between numbness and pain. She'd been standing in the corner of the room for what must have been hours now. Master had positioned her with care, completely naked, except for a blindfold and a pair of noise cancelling headphones over her ears. She could feel a twinge between her legs just thinking about the words he had murmured in her ears. "You are mine." A delicious smell was coming from the kitchen, arising another type of hunger. He hadn't allowed her to eat in the past 24 hours, and she could feel swarms of butterflies flapping their wings hungrily inside her gut. At the beginning, she had clung onto the minutes passing, trying to keep count in her head. Wondering how long it had been, how long it would take before he come back for her. However, time soon felt short of meaning, and the internal countdown was replaced by the sole wish to be a good girl, to please her Master. The air seemed to be getting colder, and except for the warm moistness building up between her legs, she could feel shivers crawling all over her skin. Her Master's touch took her by surprise, her mind jumping immediately into alertness. His strong, firm hand slid down the side of her breast to her stomach. She reveled in the touch, unsure if what she was feeling pleasure or pain. All she knew is that it was Him, something she figured out as she felt her knees weaken and her body collapse on the ground. It had been too long since he last touched her. As her knees touched the carpet, panic overset her mind. Just like an untrained pet, she had let her sensations overcome her body, disobeying Master's order to stand still. Her body tensed immediately, her heart pounding in her chest, waiting for the blow of the leather whip he had let her pick by herself. But the strike didn't come. Only the cold air of the room that left her feeling so empty and alone, as if he thought her not even worthy of being punished. The thought didn't last long, as she soon felt her Master reaching behind her, placing his finger softly at the entrance of her womanhood. Her mouth gaped open and she moaned, consumed by an uncontrollable desire for more. His fingers moved without the slightest hesitation, stroking upward and flicking at her clit once and rolling it tenderly between his index and thumb. She knew the signal. Still on her knees, she backed away from the wall and placed her palms on the floor to get in her Master's favorite position. His fingers didn't leave her, pushing into her ever so slightly as she positioned herself on all fours, making her ache for the pleasure to feel more of him inside. It was too soon though, and just to prove her right she felt his touch leave her as fast as it had come. A shiver ran through Emily's body as the warm hand of her Master's left her. She could feel a wetness running down her thighs, and tried her best to collect herself by concentrating on this hot throbbing mess between her legs. Not nearly as hot as the sudden heat that hit her lower back, though. Emily wimped under the sudden burning feeling that took over, spreading over the skin of her back and numbing all other sensations. She bit into her lower lips, forcing herself to remain still, not wanting to disappoint her Master once again. As she regained some control over her senses, she noticed a delicious aroma of cooked meat. Her heart quickened for a second before she realized it was the smell of a steak, not her own skin, which was filling the air. She felt a deep pang in her empty stomach, and held her breath at the thought of her Master about to eat his dinner off her shaking body. She felt him kneel at her side, and place the cold end of a knife against her skin. The contrast with the previous burning sensation made her arch unconsciously, but she got used to it gradually as he slid the dull edge slowly on her back, tracing the delicate curves and valleys of her body. Emily was no stranger to sharp objects, but never before had Master played with knives while she was blinded, and the sensation was heightened by the fear of what was to come next. The dull edge wouldn't do on that steak. He would need to use the sharp end to cut it properly. Her thoughts were interrupted by a hard slap on her ass. She understood her Master's purpose. He was testing her. And she was determined to succeed. She could feel a tingling sensation in the shape of Master's hand on her buttock. A whimper swelled in her throat, but she swallowed it. A strange sensation travelled through her body as she sensed the knife biting the steak and slowly sawing its way toward her skin, the hot juices of the meat running down her back across her hips and around to her navel. She felt the pointed teeth of the knife on her skin, but Master stopped just in time. As she remained motionless, deprived of all sensations but the burning touch of the steak on her back, she imagined her Master putting the steak to his mouth, chewing on it slowly, and she really felt his. His possession. His thing. Just like a piece of furniture. A much cherished piece of furniture, but an object none the less, with a unique function: to serve. She concentrated on her task as her Master continued his meal, cutting every bite with the same precision as the precedent. She had complete trust in him, and wouldn't let any irrational fear waver her determination to serve him well. She knew the price for disobedience. But most of all, she throbbed at the idea of being rewarded for being good. So deeply disconnected from everything else, it was easy for Emily to get lost into her thoughts, and she let the sliver of a smile appear on her face as her confidence increased with her determination. She hadn't really noticed that she was smiling, but Master had, he always did. That was part of why she could trust him so deeply. He was attentive and could read her body like no one ever could. Having finished his meal, he lifted a side of the headphones. Sounds came rushing through Emily's ear with the violence of a waterfall, overflowing her mind from the intense contrast of the silence that had filled her for the past hours. The sensation drowned with the sound of her Master's breathing near her ear. "Don't be so confident, Pet," said the man in a commanding whisper. "I still haven't had dessert." The headphone back in place, Emily was once again alone in the chaos of her mind. As always, her Master acknowledged her confusion, and resolved to bring her attention back to where he wanted it. She felt her head being pulled backward as he grabbed her hair with sudden force. A sharp breath escaped her body, and her heart quickened as she fought to regain her composure. Her head held back in a tight embrace, Emily took a deep breath, encouraged by the gentle strokes of her Master across her shoulder. Once her breathing calmed down, he delicately let go of her hair and pushed her head back down. Her mind stilled by the firm hands of her Master, Emily recognized the cold weight of a glass of water being placed on the small of her back. An electric current ran up her spine. She knew this game. A simple glass of water full to the brim, a simple goal: not letting a drop out. It was an unfair game, one that she had yet to win. Emily tensed up, determined and excited. She knew her Master would not let her win without challenging her properly. But she wasn't expecting Master to go so directly for the win. As she was still bracing herself, she felt the smooth end of a heavy weighed object spreading her lips apart and pushing inside her. Her wet entrance offered no resistance as the object went further inside, rotating slightly, rubbing against the inner walls of her sex. It didn't feel like any of the toys he ever used on her. Panting, she clawed at the carpet, trying to fight a shudder, always mindful of the glass resting on her back. A sweet pressure was building within her as the unknown object thrust with increased purpose. Could it be... the handle of a knife? Just as release was about to wash over her, she felt the cold and slick object being pulled out. Before frustration could settle in, she felt her Master's tongue lashing at her now soaking wet pussy, warm and precise, hitting the mark with each gentle stroke. He knew her body all too well, and Emily's pleasure was only dampened by the utter fear of letting the glass fall... and the consequences that would follow. She let out a loud moan, as if it would prevent her body from any involuntary spasms, trying to release every ounce of air from her lungs. Master was relentless, alternatively circling her clit with the tip of his tongue, and lapping furiously over the very sensitive area. Surrounded by the imposed silence and completely blinded, she was left alone with an even more acute sense of touch. She felt the wave of pleasure quickening and she tensed her whole body in anticipation. By this time there was no more concern about the glass of water, only the tongue of her Master getting her close to climax. Almost unfairly, Master pushed his tongue deeply inside her, forcing her to orgasm in such a way that her body gave out from beneath her, leaving her shuddering uncontrollably in the puddle of water created by the fallen glass. At first too content to realize what had just happened, Emily curled up on the floor, still enjoying the waves of pleasure washing over her body like a fading echo. Slowly, the reality of the soaked carpet reminded Emily of what transpired. Just as the realization of her failure struck her, so did the sudden crack of the leather whip leaving a burning trail across her frozen skin. Once again, she had lost the game. None the less, she knew she'd still have another chance to prove that she was a good girl. As she'd been trained to do, she braced herself and waited for the next strike, fulfilled and grateful.