0 comments/ 10233 views/ 1 favorites Master's Fire By: FireOfMars I've lost track of time. What could only have minutes feels like a month or more. And I now feel more alone than in all the time we have had together. You have left me on fire again. A fire first ignited by your ice blue eyes. In a moment of weakness (or possibly of absolute power) a glimpse into your eyes lit a flame that was buried so deep within me, I would have been forever unaware of what I could become. For years now I have tried to keep it lit, taking fuel from your stare whenever, however, I could. When you are gone from me, the flame flickers, and though the light fades, the heat steadily remains. You warm me from deep within. If you are away too long, the smoke threatens to consume me. It chokes me to a near panic. But I know you will be back. I know you will look me in the eyes again and light me once more. But you are close. You were just here. The stings on my ass remind me of that. I am blindfolded, naked, alone in this bed but not in this room. This isn't how you usually have me. You have always taken me from behind. You press me against a wall, a rock, a tree, or the forest floor. All of which are cold against my bare skin, hot from your flame. You hold my hands above my head. Clenching me tightly. Your breath on my neck. Your chest at my back and your strength overpowering me. You will me to cum over and over. This is different. Now I am on my back, your most recent punishment stinging still on my flaming ass. My legs are bound just above my knees. My arms tied just above my elbows and secured to my side. Wrists bound and motionless across my stomach. I lie motionless; yet, I am overwhelmed. The fan in the room blows a soft breeze across my cheeks, but my covered eyes cannot feel the fresh air. My nipples are frozen erect without your warm tongue to soothe and tease. My arms press my breasts tightly against each other, but it is not your strong hands that force them to remain there. I can do nothing. And my body trembles. Before you left you said I would have known no other pleasure before today. However, given that you have provided me nothing but pleasure in all our time, I couldn't bring myself to believe you. And right now, you are not here. That brings me pain. A pain I do not enjoy. You are teasing me, though, because you have not left me empty. You have filled my body. My aching clit is buzzing with a bullet vibe you surprised me with just moments (or hours, or days) before. My stinging ass is filled with the butterfly vibrator. You know it is my favorite. But you have never used it like this before. You slid it gently inside my ass and left the butterfly to flutter as guard against my cunt. I can do nothing to stop the flood of desire building inside me. You told me I can't cum. I need your permission. "Do not speak until spoken to, and do not cum until I allow." The punishment was harsh. You called me your "slutty girl" your "cum whore" your "bitch." I couldn't stop the rush. I tried, Master, I really did. My body took over and I was no longer in control. For you, Master, the heat of your touch. Your whole fist buried deep inside my cunt. Two fingers in my ass. I began to thrust back against your hands. "Don't cum. Don't you dare." you say. "Master! Fuck me!" I scream. "Fill me. Take my body. You own me." The waves of orgasm rush over me, and I am helpless. I know you are near by, I can feel you watching me. You know I am reliving that moment. And I know you want me to ask, beg. I want your permission, but I can't ask."Please, Master. Please may I cum?" But I stay silent, still. Any motion and I will lose control. You know it too. Between my breaths I hear you come closer and I inhale with anticipation. Without warning, you are sitting on my chest. I can't exhale. You shove your cock in my mouth. It is what I was missing. You begin fucking my mouth. Deep. Hard. Still choking the breath from me and thrilling me at the same time. I am here. I am yours. Use me. I can feel your cock harden more in my mouth. I can taste you and try to take you deeper in my throat. You slow your motions realizing this distraction has pulled me back from the edge. I love your cock in my mouth. You know that, yet you continue to surprise me today. You slide out of my mouth, the tip of your cock sliding slowly across my lips. Pre-cum marks me as you slip over my cheek, chin, and neck. And you slide gently between the crevice of my cleavage. Before I realize, you have covered me with motion warming oil and my chest is now on fire, inside and out. Fuck my tits. Ride me. My body is yours. The toys continue to overwhelm me and my excitement is nearly uncontrollable now. But suddenly, I realize that I now have all the power. The oil has seeped below you and is pooling on my stomach. Quickly, before you have a chance to know what I've done. I slide a moistened finger into your ass. I can tell by the jolt that you did not expect that. Normally I risk great punishment touching you without permission. I will pay. I know. It's what keeps you coming back. I am dying to cum. Playing with you is the greatest thrill. You rip the blindfold off and stare into my eyes. I say nothing, yet I am begging you. Please, Master, Please let me cum! "Cum, Slut!" You command. The fire is burning out of control and I erupt. As you thrust and I writhe, my hot, wet finger pulsates inside your ass. You were right; I cum with more pleasure than I have ever known. I do not hold back the screams. I watch your shoulders curl over. You explode as you draw in a thousand breaths at once. You cover me in hot, sticky waves of cum. My chest, my face. My hair. All of me is marked. I am yours. Master's First Inspection This is a real-life encounter. All person's depicted are 18 years of age or over. Please remember to vote and feel free to share your comments. I am a new contributor to Literotica but have been writing for some time. Your feedback will be greatly appreciated. * The little one stands before Him for the first time. As instructed she stands in the middle of the hotel room and keeps the eye contact her Master demands. She waits, lost in her thoughts with the tension of the moment making her entire being scream inside. Master's instructions for dress were specific and the girl made sure she did as ordered. She is wearing a white button down blouse, dress jeans, a red bra and panties. The outfit extenuates her shapely curves and perfect B cup breast. Her chestnut hair is down to her shoulders flowing in a partial curl. Her skin is the color of cream and radiates the soft texture of her youth. Her blue eyes blink as she continues to make the eye contact demanded. Silently the girl stands with her hands at her side waiting nervously for what is to come next. Master senses her nervousness and says, "You have nothing to fear, little one." and gives her a quick smile. The sound of His baritone voice is firm but non-threatening and she knows she has nothing to dread. Despite what her brain tells her, the sexual tension is electric. She remembers their first aborted meeting, and how empty that experience left her, and she suspects Master. At the last moment she fled the restaurant before He arrived, fear gripping her beyond her tolerance. They had chatted on IM and the phone for several weeks before she would agree to meet and then she lost her nerve. Feeling certain that she had blown any chance of being his "littlie one" she ignored his contacts. He persisted, however, being an experienced Dom and understanding the sometimes-fickle nature of a submissive new to the lifestyle. After a three more weeks of chatting on the IM her courage returned and she agreed to meet Him. They had lunch. He was polite, kind and very gentle, but she also sensed an aura around him as one not to be trifled with. A professional man accustomed to using power but with an intelligence that drew Him to her. Standing now in front of Him she remembers their drive after lunch, the trip to Priscella's Adult Store. She remembers how He kept His "no play" rules for the first meeting (even though she remembers thinking at the time how much she wanted to submit to Him then and there). She remembers their parting, and how He kissed her softly, and allowed the kiss to linger, and his hand brushed over her perfect breasts and she felt a shiver go down her back anticipating things to come. She was startled from her daydreaming by Master's voice. "Turn around, slowly for me" he said. As instructed, she slowly began to turn in place. "Stop" he said, and the slave froze in her tracks. "Bend over" was the command, and she did as instructed, realizing her bottom was now facing Master, and she was sure he was getting a good first look at her; that pleased her. She stayed in that position for a long moment until she heard "Stand straight, and turn to face me. Keep eye contact". She did as directed. Her eyes meet Master's, and she observed Him sitting in the corner chair. She realized now the lights were low, but candles were burning, giving the room a soft glow. She saw Master sitting in His black shirt, black shorts, while cotton socks. A bag was sitting next to him, and a glass by the other. He stared intently, to examine her up and down, and His eyes seem to pierce right through her body. While watching her, he picked up the glass and slowly took a drink, of what she didn't know. She remembered his "no drinking during play" rules, so assumed it wasn't liquor. The eyes were locked together with an intense stare, and she felt herself getting very wet. She was also starting to shake. He sat the glass back down, and returned His gaze. "Unbutton your blouse, pulling it from underneath your skirt, and allow it to drape on your breasts" was His order, said softly, but most directly. The blouse pulled easily from underneath the jeans, and her fingers were shaking slightly as she unbuttoned the blouse, starting from the top of the blouse, and working down. After a moment of fumbling (to which Master made no comment; she saw the patience in His eyes) the blouse fell open, but draped against the inside of her breasts, so nothing was really exposed ... yet. She stood, eyes locked, feeling her nipples become rock hard, and her pussy gushing wetness. She could tell He was admiring the soft and clear skin of her stomach and upper chest, her creamy skin against the contrast of the red bra and white blouse made a very appealing sight to Master, she thought. Master stared intently at her in a manner that made her very nervous. She thought about speaking, asking if something was wrong, but then remembered His instructions at the beginning.... "You are to remain silent, unless spoken to first. You are to maintain eye contact at all times. You may only speak first to use your safeword. Do you understand?". She remembers nodding "yes". "Come over to me" He said, and she cautiously begins to walk toward His corner chair. She stops in front of Him. He reaches up, takes the fingers on her right hand, and pulls on them downward, saying "Kneel down, here, in front of me". She finds herself instantly dropping to her knees, realizing she is between Master's knees, directly in front of Him. Their faces are inches apart, and maintaining eye contact becomes difficult. She starts to look away, and quickly feels a hand pulling her hair hard. "Maintain eye contact I said" were Master's words, not harsh, but firm. Her head smarted from the hair pulling, but she found herself feeling drenched in arousal at this experience. His hands cupped her face, and she feels Him intently touching her face, neck, hair, ears... everything about her. His fingers traced a line down her neck to the top of her chest, and followed the outline of her bra, down to the V. He ran the back of His fingers across the top of her breasts, and she sees him smile slightly at the sensation. He looks up at her and their eyes meet again. She starts to smile nervously but sees only His intense gaze in return, and quickly drops the smile. She begins to wonder if He doesn't like what He is seeing. He looks down at her bra as His hands move to her sides, under the blouse. She feels Him begin to caress her skin with His palms, slowly, stopping to squeeze the skin periodically. His hands move around her back, pulling her forward slightly, but she keeps balanced. She feels His hands move up her back, over her bra, and to her shoulders. The blouse is pulling open at the front, and she feels a blush of self-consciences as her bra-covered breasts become exposed to Him. "Stand" He says, removing His hands from her body. She does so quickly, not wishing to disappoint. "Remove your blouse", and at the command she pulls the garment from her shoulders and allows it to drop at her feet. "Come" and he motions her forward, and down, and she returns to her previous position of being on her knees between His knees. "Turn" was his next order, and she turns around, with her back to Him. This struck her as being rude to Master, but it was Master's order. She feels Master's eyes on her back for a long time. She feels His hands running through her hair, and moving some hair to His nose, and he enjoys the aroma of her hair with its delightful smell. His hands move to her shoulders, and she feels him kneading her skin, touching it in different ways... first firmly, them softly ... almost a tickle. Hands moving slowly down her arms, going from full palm to just His fingertips, returning to her shoulders. Master's hands continue to explore, touching the slave's back in the same manner as her arms. He stops and she feels him pushing together the skin and "Ouch!" she says, as without warning she realizes he has popped a zit. "Quite" comes the stern command in return. She bows her head. His hands continue to the inspection, moving to her sides, and up under her arms. "Raise your arms" he instructs, and she does, feeling his fingertips move into her armpit. The slut begins to laugh, for it tickles. "Hmmm" Master says.... "I have found something to use" and He tickles her and she giggles involuntarily moving her arms down. She hears Master chuckle, and knows she has pleased Him, causing her to smile inside. "Raise your arms!" comes the command, and she, as always, obeys. Master's fingertips return to under her arms, and he begins a delicious touch of her skin. "Control yourself, wench" he says, and even though it tickles, the slave uses all of her concentration to hold her arms up, and keeps from laughing, although the muffled giggle is inevitable, and she thinks He likes that. The tormenting stops, and He allows that she may lower her arms. She feels His fingertips return to the top of her shoulders, then tracing a line down her shoulder blades, until he reaches the bra strap. With His right fingers alone, she feels the bra material at the hasp being pulled together, and then released. The tension from her bra strap is immediately released, and the slave feels the garment become loose, but continuing to hang on her body. She thinks this is an especially erotic sensation, having her bra hanging on her breasts, from her shoulders, but having nothing yet exposed to her Dom. His hands and fingers begin to caress her entire back, and she feels His finger nails lightly scratching her full back. She begins to lean forward, curving her back ever so slightly, and Master makes no comments. The back scratch feels good on her skin. She closes her eyes, enjoying so this attention and these delightful sensations. The back scratching stops with His command "Turn to face me" and she does so instantly, feeling very vulnerable with her bra hanging so loosely from her body, in front of Master. "Remove your bra, slowly, pulling the bra strap off your shoulders from arms crossing your chest". She has to think for a second what He means, then realizes that He wants the straps pulled down, and her beautiful cups revealed slowly... a bit teasingly. The wench does as directed, crossing her arms with fingers on the opposite bra strap, and pulls the strap down her arms. She slowly moves her arms away from her body, and her breasts with rock hard nipples become exposed. She observes Master looking at her naked body, with an admiring look in his eyes at the perfect breasts of His pet. He reaches out with His right hand, and His fingertips brush across the naked skin, sending new shivers down the slave's back. He makes a circular motion with His fingers, moving from the side of her left breast, around the top, to the right side, the bottom, then back to the side. She feels the back of His fingers brush across her nipple, and the rock hard turns even harder, as if they are going to burst. Both of Master's hands then move to her chest, and she feels the delicious warmth of His hands cupping both tits at once. He squeezes them, gently, then a little harder, with His palm grinding against her nipples, exciting them even more. She feels the palm of His hands push against her breast from the nipples, and His palms turn slightly as he pushes in, then releasing the pushing tension and allowing His hands and fingers to again capture these beautiful prizes. He continues this attention for what seems like hours but it was only minutes. The slave is becoming so wet and she can literally feel herself dripping into her panties. All the while, He continues to stare into her eyes, while enjoying the feeling of her body.... His body. His left thumb and index finger move to her lips. "Open your mouth, and wet my fingers" He says, and her mouth opens, the tongue protrudes slightly, and she feels His fingers slide inside her mouth, becoming very wet. He removes His fingers, moving toward her right nipple, and begins to run His wet fingers against the nipple. He moves His fingers back to her mouth, and the sequence repeats, several times. He then wets fingers from both hands at once, and begins to tease both nipples. His attentions to the slave's nipples start in a gentle manner but as the attention continues, His fingers begin to pinch slightly, and pull the nipples. He then begins to pinch, pull and slightly twist the nipples, while pinching harder. At first this begins to hurt, slightly, but the pinching feeling is replaced by warmth across her body, that causes her pussy to gush. He then takes her nipples and pulls on them harder, causing her body to move forward. The slave's face is almost touching Master's, and she feels him give her a very soft, wet and sexy kiss, and then release her nipples. Master sits back, takes another drink, and looks again at His pet. Before returning the glass to the table, he moves the cold glass across each nipple, leaving it wet, and chilled ever so slightly. The Dom sits up straight in His chain, moves forward toward her, with their faces again almost touching. She feels His hands move to the snap on her jeans, and she can feel the snap being released, and the zipper moved down. She feels even more vulnerable, with her jeans hanging unsnapped and unzipped, exposing the top of her panties. While continuing to look her straight in the eye, she feels His hand move under her jeans and down the lower portion of her stomach. He clit is throbbing and she yearns for the touch of Master's fingertips. She feels His fingertips and palm continue to explore, but stop before He reaches her very hard clit and wet cunt. His hand moves back and forth, under the waistband of her panties. He removes His hands, sits back and orders "Stand". She does. "Move back to the center of the room" comes the next order, and she obeys, as always. "Master wishes for the slave to remove her jeans". She stands staring at Him, knowing that she is progressing to full exposing her body to this man, this man who she has grown to trust, and very much wanting to take her. She slips the jeans off her hips, and allows them to fall down her legs. She removes first one leg, then the other. She had worn no socks, so was standing completely naked, except for the very skimpy red panties. "Turn" he said, and the slave slowly begins a 180 degree turn, being inspected. She stops when she is again facing Master. "Come" he says, and motions her forward. She comes before Him, and kneels, without being told. "Very good" says Master, "you are learning your role well. I am pleased". "Sit back with your butt against your calf, and place your hands on your thighs, palm up". She does so. "This is your submissive position. This is how you are to greet me". She says nothing, having not been asked a question. "Do you understand" came the first question of the session. "Yes, Master" was her reply. Master reaches into His bag and pulls out a black device, placing it around her neck and securing it. "This is your training collar" he tells her. "It represents my possession of you. As your training progresses, I will gift to you a new one, that we will pick out together". The slave feels warmth of comfort having the collar around her neck. "You may touch it" He says, and her fingers feel the course material of the collar, and the steel of the hasp and D ring. It feels like a dog collar. "You will wear this when we are together." He says matter of fact. Master reaches into the bag and removes a chain with a leather handle on one end, and a hasp on the other. The chain is made of chain-linked steel. Master attaches the hasp to the D ring on her collar. "This leash represents the bond between U/us. It is a symbol of our connection. Your offering me the leash is your gift of submission, my accepting it is my gift of Dominance to you". He then stands for the first time, steps over the slut and says, "Get on your hands and knees". She does so, and then feels a tug on the leash. "Come" says Master. She finds herself being lead by the leash, on her hands and knees, walking across the room. She wonders if He will want to do this publicly also, but decides to worry about that later. Instantly, she wonders where He is leading her; out of the room, in only her panties? Suddenly her fear is realized, as He leads her past the bed, and toward the door. She freezes inside, while at the same time feeling exhilaration. He stops at the hotel room door, opens the door, and begins to lead them through. She follows. Without explanation, He turns and leads them back into the room, without her ever having to leave. As He continues to lead her he says "very well done", and she knows that He is pleased with her willingness to follow, but that was not in His plan for today.... Or at least this moment! They stop at the bed. "Jump up on the bed from your hands and knees little one" comes the order, and she does, putting her hands on the bed like a dog might do, coiling her lower body slightly then jumping up. She feels His hand give her a light swat on the butt as she jumps. This is all very new and strange, but very exciting. She "stands" on the bed, on her hands and knees, with her leash firmly in Master's hand. "Sit down" He says, and she sits, Indian style, not being sure what He wants. He gazes at her again, and begins to walk around the bed. She tries as best she can to maintain her eye contact with Master. When he reaches the other side of the bed, he tugs on the leash toward the head of the bed and says "Lay down, on your stomach", and she immediately does so, arms at her side. She feels the leash fall to the bed cover, as Master walks to the foot of the bed. He takes her by the ankles, and she feels he body being dragged, until her knees dangle from the foot of the bed. He sits next to her, His hands roaming over her panty-covered ass, when suddenly SWAT! His hand is on her bottom, and the swat stings through her panties. She jumps a little, but holds her tongue. "Very good" is all He says. She feels Him take the waistband of the panties, and begin to pull them off her hips... slowly. They move down her thighs, over her calves, and finally off her feet. She is now laying face down, and completely naked. Vulnerable describes how she feels. He swats her butt again, more playfully than anything and says "Back up on the bed", and she complies. He lies next to her, with His head even with her torso, and His hand begins to explore her bottom, roaming over the cheeks, squeezing, brushing his fingernails across the skin. His hands move to the inside of her thighs, and he spreads her legs apart more. She feels the air reach her very wet pussy. His index finger traces a line, starting at the top of her bottom, down between her cheeks, slowly. When he reaches her ass, he stops, and presses slightly, while separating her cheeks with the fingers of His other hand. This sensation is pleasant to the slave, and she involuntarily spreads her legs further apart to allow Him access, while at the same time closing her pelvic muscles, a natural reaction to repel an invader. He continues to caress, moving he fingers to her inner thigh, and tracing His fingers across the lower portion of her pussy's outer lips, being careful not to use the finger that was touching her ass. She next feels His hand on her waist, pulling her over to roll on her back. She thinks that this is it, to be totally exposed. It happens in an instant, and the feeling is electrifying. She lies on her back, collared, next to her Master, completely naked, and dripping wet. "Spread you legs apart" He orders and she does so. He gazes at her hairless almost perfect beauty. The cool room air against her private inner skin causes her to shiver for an instant. She feels His hands and fingers trace around the outside of her outer lips, top around the side to the bottom and back to the top. His finger touches her clit hood, and she shakes, feeling even more wetness appear, if that would be possible. Master's First Night The collar around her neck pulled tightly against her skin as the chain was yanked on. One and a half inch links made up the lead she was being dragged along with. On her bare knees, she walked across the hardwood floors, warm with the afternoon sun. He lived on the 6th floor of a city's skyline. The flat was the 6th floor. Master wasn't rich, but he was well paid. This made for a luxurious living for his pet. Leading her through the flat, she admired the simplicity of the place. Perfect for him. The place reminded her of how he dressed her. Thigh high black socks with two white stripes on the top, black leather restraints with a strip of white leather on top and black fur, with matching collar. Nothing else. Simplicity. "Since we will be living together, there are some rules you must follow in my house, understand?" Over the months his words had formed to fit the role he belonged to. Strong, demanding words that flowed through a medium ranged voice. A soft nod in his direction was all that was needed to let him know to continue. "You will be on two feet unless told other wise. You will NOT speak unless spoken to. You will make constant eye contact with me while being spoken to, no less. Never will you argue or deny my requests no matter what they be, understand?" He pulled the chain tight, lifting her eyes to his. "Perfectly, Sir." Bright hazel gazed back at him until he let the chain go, her body falling to the floor. Gently she picked herself up and stood on the balls of her feet. It was respectable to be gentle to the ground that didn't belong to her. Balance was a strong point of hers. When he had enforced it she would walk on the balls of her feet to tread lightly. Again he took the lead in hand and took her to his bedroom. A pair of black socks with white stripes lay on the bed. Master bought a new pair for the occasion. The ankle and wrist restraints lay, clean and fluffed on the bed beside the pair of new knee highs. Her clothes were basic. Enough to get her to his place without being too noticed. A soft black tank top with spaghetti straps sits gently over her soft round mounds. The slight chill of the flat made her pink nipples push against her shirt. Light blue jean shorts, torn at the hems rested tightly against her hips. As her Master had instructed from the beginning, no underwear or bra is to be worn. She followed his orders perfectly. "Undress. Change into what I laid out for you." He instructed her to move slowly. Not rush any movement. She did as she was told. Facing the bed, away from him, she began to slide the tank over her head, and gently to the floor. Soft hands slid over her hips to the button of her jeans, and undid their bindings. They too fell softly to the hardwood. Gingerly she stepped out of them, picking up both articles of clothing and folding them neatly to place on the corner of the bed. Cold air swept over her naked body as she stood, gathering the socks. She slid one on, and up her leg with great ease. The movements were nearly fluid. Same went for the next sock. Came, then, were the restraints. Nimble fingers undid the clasp and slid the fur and leather over her left ankle. Fastening them to a comfortable size she moved on to the right. Then her left wrist. Lastly her right. Once the job was complete she slid her hands over her naked body before she turned to face her Master. A soft grin painted his lips. The grin of approval. His gait was confident as he made his way over to her. Being careful to not clip her long black hair he closed the clasp of the lead once more around the D-ring on her collar. Turning on heel, he lead her into the kitchen, pointing to sit beside the island in the middle of the open floor. Soft steps led her to her place, where the lead was attached to a hook on the island. He had been planning this. Patience filled her as she sat, aroma of a cooking meal filled her nose. The muffled clank of plates and glasses rung through the air. Master was making his lunch. He set the place, and poured a glass of soda. Taking is pace at the island he savored his lunch, taking his time to finish. Once done he put the plate in front of her. One third of a grilled cheese sandwich, and a couple sips left of soda were now in front of her. She knew that this was all she would receive for lunch. Ignoring the fact that he knew better how to treat a slave than she thought, she ate up the remains, and looked over at him reading a book. Finally he glanced over and saw her finished. Setting down the book he walked over to her and unhooked her lead. "Clean up the kitchen while I'm gone. I won't be long." A look of understanding was shared, as she began her work, he picked up his keys, wallet, and was out the door. She spent the next hour cleaning the kitchen to a sparkling sheen. The floors were swept, the island cleaned, dishes done. Once complete she sat beside a chair near the door, awaiting the return of her Master. Not more than fifteen minutes passed before he walked in the door once more. "Finished?" he asked, looking down at her. In the time he was gone it had grown late, the sun beginning to set. Her eyes answered yes, as he took her lead and went into the kitchen. Checking every thing he found that the pan he cooked in hadn't been cleaned. Taking the pan to her, he yanked on her lead, and pulled her close. A once strong voice now fell into a near whisper. "Do you see this?" She nodded coyly. "Get to your knees. All fours," his booming voice demanded. Falling to her knees, she placed her palms on the floor, eyes closed softly. He took her lead and led her to the bedroom. "Stand. Face the wall. Hands on the bed." She did as she was told, for she feared what he might do to her. Once she had moved into position he kicked her feet apart, so she was standing lower, legs fully spread. A moment a pure silence filled in through the flat. Suddenly the sound of a belt's buckle unclasping was heard. He took his belt, and folded it over. "This is your punishment, I don't like doing this. You made me do this." were his words, strong and meaningful. Closing her eyes, she prepared for the impact. Eyes scanning over her body he saw her tense. He waited for when she wasn't expecting. Her legs began to shake softly with the tire of standing there so long. Finally he struck. The belt made a loud cracking sound against her bare ass. The string rang through her body as she held in a scream. Again he wound back for a hit. This crack was louder, hitting near the same spot. Her body shook with the pain being dealt. His eyes scanned over her body once more, watching the welts grow. He noticed her cunt becoming glistening in her fluids. He cracked the belt against her cunt, causing her to scream in pain. "Didn't like that one, did you, slut?" The shaking that pulsed through her legs told him she didn't. Once more he cracked at her bum, leaving one last welt. Admiring his work, he slid his belt back into his jeans. Taking one last look over her, he slid his fingers over her moist cunt. The misleading gesture aroused her more. Noticing, he slapped her pussy hard, making her see what she's done. He pulls her hair to make her sit up and look him in the eyes. "This is punishment," he pulled her hair back, making her back and neck bend. "You are pathetic," he whispered to her, throwing her against the bed. He pulled down his jeans and pulled her down to her knees, hot cunt dripping. The look in her eyes was sorrowful, but lustful. He slapped her hard across the face with his member. "Show me that you're sorry." Closing her eyes, she gently licked over the head of his erection. She tasted his pre-cum on her lips. He took her hair and tangled his fingers in it. Awaiting the perfect moment when she moved just right, he prepared for his move. Her head moved just right, and he forced his member down her throat, deep and hard. She moved in rhythm to his thrusts and shoves. His anger was being let out on her. A single tear fell down her cheek as he neared his climax. She had upset her Master. With a final thrust he released his load inside of her. "Don't you dare let a single drop be missed." Was his warning. He moved to sit in the chair near by as she licked her lips and felt the cum slowly slide down her throat. Once she had licked up every drop on her she moved over to him to clean him up, as he expects her to do every time. Gently, she licked up her mess, leaving a kiss on the head of his member to apologize for not being better. He nodded, and lead her to a bed beside his. Tying her there, he went off to get ready for bed. Returning thirty minutes later he leaned down and kissed her passionately. "Good night, my slave." "Good night, Master," she whispered, laying down on the bed he had made for her. Master's Fist Dashing around the house throwing clothes in baskets, and whipping off the coffee table, the radio blaring in the background, Kate quickly tried to clean up the house. He would be here any minute and the house looked as though a bomb had gone off. She was going to kill the roomies this time for sure. Quickly she looked over the living room and nodded with approval. Dashing to the bathroom Kate looked in the mirror one last time. She growled trying to fix her hair as she took a few deep breaths. Her black corset top tight as she could get it, her skirt waving as she dashed back through the house. Lighting a few candles as she smiled, this was the perfect setting, now all she had to do was wait for Him to get here. Pacing back and forth through the living room she was chewing hard on her lower lip. The taste of blood in her mouth only made her grin as she knew soon it would be His teeth sinking in to her lip. Kate's head whipped around to the door when she heard the car door slam shut. Her heart started to pound in her chest so very hard as she paced to the door slowly. Her boots clicking with each step as she knew what awaited her on the other side of that door. All the love He had told her about was going to be real, all the pain He promised her she was finally going to feel. Her hand trembling as she slowly opened the front door. Her eyes blinked as she looked up at Him. Tears started flowing down her cheeks as they looked at each other. He just looked her up and down, smiling down at her green eyes, as Kate stood trembling before Him. "Lass are you ok?" His voice brought her back to here and now. "Yes, Master You're here!" Taking this chance she pounced up wrapping her arms around His neck her lips quickly finding His. Tasting Him for the first time Kate was lost in heaven and hell. She had never felt the emotions that were coursing through her body like this. He brought all the love she ever had to give out of her soul and held it with care and love. Sliding in to the house He held her tight to His body. Kissing her and running His hands all over her body. His lips finding their way down her neck as His teeth started biting down softly tell they found just that spot. Biting down hard He could taste the blood as His teeth left deep marks in her white skin. Her scream of pain rang out through the room as she melted in His arms. Sliding His teeth to the other shoulder as He did the same sinking His teeth deep in to her shoulder. Pushing her back arms length as He looked her over Kate trembled finding it hard to look up in to His eyes. Tears poured down her cheeks, tears of love and pain, tears of happiness and sadness. Looking up she looked in to His eyes and feel total the rest of the way in love with this Man. He looked her over knowing words were not needed to show their love for each other. Just holding and hugging her tight to Him, Kate was lost in the clouds. Reaching around her His hands cupped her ass as He pulled her off her toes and up to Him. Wrapping her legs around His waist she was full of smiles and kisses for her lover. Her hands wrapped around His neck as He laid her down on the sofa. Kissing her lips with passion and lust He has been holding inside since first meeting her. His hand slowly sliding up her bare white leg, feeling the soft skin under her skirt loving touching her. Sliding His fingers up slowly as she trembled below Him. Kate's fingers sliding down His back as she slowly watching His eyes. His fingers brushing against her wet cunt lips as Kate's eyes open wide with a flash. His evil laugh ringing through her ears as He pushes one finger deep inside her wetness feeling her pleasure grow. His finger pumping in and out of her wet hole as He watches her eyes grow wide with pleasure. Sliding a second finger in to her wet cunt, Kate's moan of pleasure fills the room. His evil laughs were just drowned out by her moans of pleasure as He bites and tugs at her nipples through the fabric of her corset. Her hips pushing up against His hand as she moans and trembles below Him. Looking up at His grin as she knows its about to happen. His finally thing He will take from her, the finally marking of His lil lass. Looking down in to her green eyes He whispered softly, "Better bite your lip My lass this is going to hurt." His laugh filling her ear as she stretched her cunt filling it with all four fingers, curling them as His thumb slides in with His fingers. Kate's screams filling the air as tears poured down the side of her face on to the sofa. His fist pushing deeper inside her, as she gasp for air her body trembling as tears still fall from her eyes. Laughing as He softly kissed away her tears, leaning down next to her ear whispering softly, "Cum My lass, cum around My fist." His voice sending shivers through her body as she tries to open her eyes to look at Him. Her eyes meeting His as she screams out in both pain and pleasure, her orgasm soaking His hand and lower arm. Laughing as He started thrusting His fist in and out of her tight little cunt over and over. Kate's screams of pleasure and pain filling the room as He pushes harder and faster. Kate's orgasms pulsing through her system as she has to close her eyes just to stop from passing out on Him. His fist slowly staring to slide out of her now well stretched cunt. "Hello Kate." He whispered in to her ear as a smile spread on her face. Kate started laughing as she looked up at Him, He was grinning wide as His lips came down and kissed her lips softly. Brushing His lips over hers, Mac's hands slide down her body teasing each of her curvy with His fingertips. Kate's tears turned from pain to love as His body pressed her in to the sofa. She wrapped her arms around His neck as His kisses trailed across her neck. Kate's heart pounded as she knew she was a goner. This man had her heart, soul, mind and now body. Mac's hands slide up and around her neck softly as He stroked her cheeks with His thumbs. "Happy My lil lass?" His soft words made her body tremble with pleasure. "Happier then any one has the right to be Master." Kate lifted her head to His lips, His hands holding her neck tighter. Standing up before her, Mac reached out for her hand. Taking it she rose with Him as they slide in each others loving arms. Kissing her lips with all the passion He had once told her laid inside Him for her. But it was her own lips that surprised Kate, the passion she felt for Him burst through her and sent her in a foggy world. Mac's hand slide up her side and then cupped her chin bring it up so He could look her in the eyes. "I want to see you total naked My lass, I want you squirming in My lap, I want to touch you explore every inch of you My lass." His voice deep with love and lust, as His fingers trailed up through her hair gripping it tight. Kate shuttered as she didn't say a word, just slipped from His arms and started walking away. Though in two steps she was pulled back to His arms by her hair, His lips finding hers once more, two tongues brushing and teasing each other. Laughing His very evil laugh Mac let her lead the way to the basement. Her dungeon, her hiding place, her safe place, the place she knew they would leave very few times in the next few days. Mac's eyes watched her move through the house and down the stairs, her skirt gliding along her long legs as she moved with a grace only a woman has. Her boots making a soft snapping sound as she crossed the three rooms in the basement. Stopping in front of her door she turned to look up at Him. His eyes watching her as she opened her arms to Him, Mac stepped in to them knowing they would share a life time of love and a life time of passion. Stepping in to her room, she blushed knowing He would laugh at her living space. It had nothing but a full size bed, a desk that doubled as a dresser and a nightstand. Feeling a bit silly she tried to not look up at Him, for she was hopping He would find something special in her. Mac came up behind her wrapping His strong arms around her waist knowing she was worried and kissed the top of her head. They didn't need words to know when the other was thinking something. Mac's hands slide down her chest and to the top of her skirt, pushing it down slowly He felt her ass wiggle back against Him. Groaning softly He leaned down and nipped at her ear lobe. Kate let out a small scream of pleasure as she felt His hands finally exploring along with His mouth. Mac's hands slowly exploring the now naked hips as He starts to run His nails up along her soft white skin marking it. His now she would bare only His marks on the white skin. Turning her quickly His fingers making quick work of the corset lacing in the back of her top, finding the right strings and tugging making it spread open. Sliding His hands down catching the bottom and pulling it up over His lass's head, seeing her bare pale white skin for the first time. Kate could barely hear His moan over hear own heart beat. Kate's eyes closed in pleasure as she felt His nails racking over her skin. Down over her nipples His nails run, as they became hard little pebbles. Never hearing the snap of His knife she let out a high scream when the blade first dug in to her bare mound. The blade digging in to her soft skin as He growled in her ear, "Time for My name to go on that pretty little pussy of yours My lass." Sliding down on His knees, Mac pushed her down on her bed. Sliding between her legs, He put one hand down hard against her chest holding her down. As His blade slowly started to push deep in to her skin, the blood from the marks ran down her pussy lips as Mac leaned forward lapping His tongue across the blood stained lips. Slowly He spelled out the words that made her all His. One hundred percent Sadistic Master's lil lass, Mac's property she became. Kate's tears of joy and pain rolled down her cheeks as an orgasm rocked through her body as he put the tail on the y. She screamed out in pleasure as her body started shaking making His blade dig deeper in to her skin. Her screams filling the air as His laughter passed her ears, His teeth sinking in to her clit.