2 comments/ 20401 views/ 8 favorites Master's Love By: WhiskyGirl "Good evening Slave, how is your night going?" My master says to me coolly over the telephone. I love hearing master's voice, even on the phone; it makes me want to weep all the emotions it brings out of me. Master has a strong chest and shoulders, I have never been afraid he couldn't handle something. His jaw is square and his dark eyes rarely smile, I love to make him smile whenever I can. "Oh, sir, it is going great now, boring day here" I say to him, practically gushing over the phone. "Anything happen? I am on my way home, and like to be prepared" Master says in his calculated tone into the phone. Master likes to know how my kids were; he has stepped into the role as their father when he became my master. I usually have nothing much to tell him, I don't have to; they run up to him and tell him everything anyway. "Dad, dad, guess what? I made the football team" "Dad, guess what? I got an A+ on the test" "Daddd, he is picking on me" "She started it!" are some of their typical war cries upon His arrival home. "Nah, not much, the kids are at my parents for the night, since I knew you were going to be late, I went to dinner with Jen, we went to the Spaghetti Warehouse. Oh, I got a call from Mike, and we talked for a bit, it was fun to laugh with him again, I was picking on him for being sleeveless. We were laughing about old times, I had forgotten how silly he was. Then he got all-weird on me, telling me he wants to 'reclaim me' and I told him that I am with you. He asked if I was collared, I told him no, you haven't seen fit too yet, and he told me to get my old collar from him and put it on. I said no, he told me that I will 'never be loved again like he loved me' (imitating him voice to show the stupidity of the words) and he was being snotty, I am so happy you are coming home now, you can deal with him when he calls back." I finally finish my ramble, sometimes I talk on and on nervously when chatting with Master, I can't help myself. The phone line went quiet, an eerie silence coming from the other end. I shift nervously, and I tug at my shirt. I put it on because it is Master's and the oversized fabric usually feels good, but for some reason, it doesn't feel right, like I don't belong in it. "Sir? Sir? Are you there?" I call out to him nervously "Get into position, I will be home soon" Masters says softly and soon the phone goes dead, and my blood ran cold. I go into the bedroom and get ready for him to come in. My head is spinning. What had I done? I told him the truth, he only told me I was not to have sex with another, or talk about sex with another, or show myself to another without his permission. I had not done any of those with Mike, well, none that I had admitted too. Sometimes, the conversation drifted, but I always pulled it back. I hear Master walk into the room, I am on the bed, on my knees, my face is down and my arms are out in front of me. I have taken off all my clothes, and folded my jeans and Master's shirt neatly at the edge of the bed. My brown curls are down, engulfing my face. I cannot see him, but I hear him breath. I can feel his eyes on me. In a way, I wish I could see them, search them for something, I don't know what, just something. And in a way, I am happy I can't see them, that way, the last image of him I have in my head is of him smiling at me before work today. The phone rings, breaking the still silence, and I hear master answer it. "Yes she is hear, who is calling? Mike? Yeah, here she is." Master says, noticeably angered. He props the phone to my ear. And stands there, listening to my conversation. "Mike, I can't talk now, Master is angry." I say into the phone, my voice filled with shame. "Slave, does you master love you." Mike asks me as I shake slowly, my ear bouncing off the phone gently. "I am not your slave, and I am sure he does!" I reply angrily to Mike. "Has he told you like I did? Do you hear his voice tell you he loves you after every punishment? Before work? Before bed?" Mike continues, pressing both his and my luck. "No, he doesn't, but I am sure he does. And don't call me slave, I am masters slave." I say to him defiantly. Master takes the phone from me, and hangs it up. I am thinking of everything that Mike said, and without thinking, I look up at master while he stands at my head and my outstretched arms. The look on his face I saw, hurt me to the core of my being. It wasn't anger, it was pain. I have never hurt master like this before. I can feel my heart breaking into a million pieces, and I turn away. "Slave." I hear Master say down to me. "No master, please, don't make me look up again, I can not take the pain I see on your face, I am truly sorry." My eyes are burning with tears now as I speak to him softly, still not looking up. The phone rings again, dear God no, I cannot do this, not now, not ever again. Master puts it on speaker. Mikes voice comes in and fills the room. "Slave, are you there?" "Yes sir, I am here." I say, through slight sobs. "Do you want me to be your master again?" Mike's voice is pleading, less authoritative than Master's. "No" I reply back, coldly through my tears. "Are you sure?" Mike asks again, definitely pleading now. "Yes" I barely let the word escape my lips. "I love you slave, you know that right?" Mike won't let up. "Yes" I respond softly, defeated. "Does he love you like I do?" Mike presses on, his voice ringing in the empty room. I answer in silence, master has never said it, I don't know, I can't tell the truth, not with him listening, but I cannot lie, that would anger him more, right? "Slave, I asked you a question, answer me" Mike pressed further. "I do not know sir, I have never asked him if he does." I reply back with honesty, and not bad against master. I sit silently, hoping it was the right answer. The phone line goes quiet, and I hear Mike breathing and I feel Master standing there...is he happy with me? I look up again, to take another peak at his face; more pain than before is etched into it. I was wrong again. I can feel my eyes turning red from the tears. "Slave, is he home still?" Mike asks, breaking the silent tension. "Yes sir, he is" I answer, in a daze now. "Slave? "Yes?" "Are you sure you want him?" Mike's voice, hopeful again. "Yes, sir, I am." I say, my words measured carefully, for Master's benefit. Master hangs up the phone and walks over to me. He pulls my arms farther out and ties them to a hook on the floor, more roughly then ever before. My head is spinning, I know what I did wrong, but I can't put my finger on it. "Slave, who is your master?" He says, knowing what my answer will be. "You are sir" I say without hesitation. "Then why did you answer him with the term of respect?" Master says, while tying me tighter to the hook. "Habit sir, sorry, it will never happen again." I say, hoping He'll forgive me. "No it wont, you are going to be punished now, I am giving you 10 swats for even talking to him, 10 for calling him sir." Master says, his tone rising with each word. "Sir, in my defense, I did not know I wasn't allowed to talk to him" I plead to Him. "You didn't know that you were not to talk to your ex master? That you were not to call him sir? That you were not to talk about our personal relationship with him?" Master asks me, incredulously. A nervous laugh escapes my lips, as I reply honestly, "Putting it that way, I can see where I was wrong. I just looked at him as a friend, and talked to him as such." Master is quiet, for only a moment. "Is this a game to you?" He asks, anger hanging on his words. "No sir" I say quickly, respectfully. " I will begin in a minute. After each swat, you will reply 'Thank you master for loving me' do you hear me?" Master says firmly. "Yes sir" I start to say but before I even get the words out, the first swat rang down on my ass. "Thank you sir for loving me" I say through the pain. Swat, harder then the first, it hurts, and I feel a welt growing on my tender ass. "Thank you sir for loving me" I wince as I say it. Swat, swat, swat. For a count of 20, each one harder then the last, each one followed by... "Thank you sir for loving me" Then #21, I paused, maybe I had miss counted. "Thank you sir for loving me" 22! This one was lighter then the last. "Thank you sir for loving me", I say while wondering...what am I doing wrong? 23! even lighter now, but on my red ass, it stung like a needle. "Thank you sir for loving me" I say as I think, I know, I am doing everything right, I am on auto pilot with the words I am saying now, thinking about what I could have done wrong. 24! "Thank you sir for loving me" Number 25 is followed by the words from Masters' lips "Do you know what you are saying to me?" "Thank you sir for loving me" I reply 26! "Thank you sir for loving me" "Listen to yourself slave, and answer properly and I will stop" Master says, without looking at me. 27! One of the lightest yet, but he is hitting the same spot over and over and my skin is tingling like pins. "Thank you sir for loving me" What am I to say, he told me to answer that way...I'm just following orders. 'Thank you sir for loving me'. 28! "Thank you sir for loving your slave" 29! "Thank you sir for loving your slave enough to punish her" 30! "Thank you sir for loving me" They do not hurt anymore, they are more annoying then painful, he isn't trying to punish me now, trying to get an answer from me. 31! is followed by Him talking again. "Slave, you respond out of habit, I want you to think for yourself, think about what you are saying, and you will know the response I am looking for." "Thank you sir for loving me" I say mindlessly now. 31! I pause, thinking about what I am about to say... "Thank you sir for loving me" 32! Ok, I understand now, I am saying "Thank you sir for loving me", he loves me, I am thanking him for it, so, at 32 I respond... "I love you too sir", smiling softly as I say it. I feel master walk around to my hands, and untie them. He slides his hands over my bruised ass, and I feel his gentle touch. It warms my skin and I feel safe and proud to have him as my master. I look into his eyes, and I see it for the first time, he loves me. He really does love me, more then I have ever seen in anyone else's eyes. A smile curls his lips. And he kisses me and lays me back on the bed. "Right now I am not your master, I am not to be called Sir, I love you, Cady, I am your lover tonight" he says softly, his eyes looking deeply into mine. "I love you too.." I can't say master, or sir, habits must be broken. "I love you too Jase, I love you too." I say, closing my eyes to the softest, most sensual kiss I have ever experienced. Master's Love The house is clean, the kitchen is spotless and I wait naked, kneeling by the door. Master will be home any minute and he expects me to be right here, waiting, naked. I have been with Master for 6 years. He found me dancing at the Lounge. The first time I saw him, I had no idea that he would completely change my life. He always sat close to the stage, alone, like most of the guys in the Lounge, but, there was something different about him. His dark green eyes bore a hole right through me as he watched me dance...as if he could see my soul. He tipped well so I danced for him as often as I could. One night, he asked me to sit down and have a drink with him. He said that he knew me better than I knew myself. Normally, I would have laughed in his face but somehow, I just knew that what he said was true. I'd always felt that something was missing but I didn't know what it was. He said he could help me; help me to understand what I was meant to be. He said it wouldn't be easy, that it would even be painful at times. But, I would also know incredible joy, passion and pleasure. All I had to do was to turn my life over to him. He gave me a week to think it over. All week I kept thinking I was crazy to even give the idea one iota of consideration but I couldn't help myself. I knew nothing about him...he hadn't even told me his name. Yet, I trusted him. By the end of the week, I had changed my mind more often than my underwear. I saw him enter the Lounge and take his usual spot. He looked at me with his piercing eyes and my decision was made in that moment. Tonight, I would leave my existing life and begin my journey to discover my inner soul. Master's keys are turning in the lock...he's home. Everyday it is the same...I feel a giddy elation that tingles throughout my body. My nipples harden on my taut breasts and my pussy burns in anticipation. He walks in and caresses my head and face; he gives me his things and sits heavily in his chair. It has been a long day. I carefully hang up his coat and put his briefcase in its place. Master insists on order. I kneel by his side, waiting. After a while, he looks at me and smiles. He pinches my nipples extracting a moan from my throat. He tugs at the chain that runs from my collar down through the rings in my nipples and navel to my clit. My pussy begins to throb and I groan. He gives a small chuckle and tells me to get him a drink. Single malt scotch on the rocks...his favorite. When I return with his drink, I see his cock is out. I know what Master wants and kneel in front of him. His flaccid cock is soft and warm as I caress it lovingly. I put the whole thing in my mouth and feel it begin to grow. He takes a long drink and sighs away the stresses of the day. His cock reaches its full 9 inch length; its girth stretches my lips grossly. My cheeks hollow as I suck and bob up and down its length. I take as much of it as I can, the head of his prick hitting the back of my throat each time. He grabs my head and starts to fuck my mouth, using it like a cunt. I'm gagging. Tears roll down my face. The clenching of my body each time I gag makes me leak urine. He doesn't care...I don't care. All that matters is his pleasure...his pleasure at using me. Suddenly, he pulls his cock from my mouth and slaps me, hard. He cums all over my burning face and breasts, spurt after spurt of long thick white cream. Oh, so lovely! So warm! The joy and the pleasure I feel is heavenly! I cum just from the sensation, never having even touched my pussy. I rub his sticky cream all over the rising welt on my face and into my breasts. What remains on my fingers I lick off. Master's cock must be cleaned with my tongue. I work my way around and in the folds of his foreskin making sure to lick every drop of cum from his beautiful prick. It's time for Master's dinner. I prepare his meal and ready the table. I kneel by his side as he eats. He tells me how wonderful it tastes and caresses my head. When he's done, he puts his plate with his leftovers on the floor in front of me. I may now eat. I clean the table and kitchen while he relaxes in front of the TV then return to kneel once more at his feet. Master is very absorbed in his show tonight. He takes out his cock and says he needs to piss. He rarely uses me for this but he doesn't want to miss anything. I obediently open my mouth wide and accept his golden urine. I swallow quickly not letting any overflow. Master would not be happy if there was a mess. My belly is warm from the tangy liquid and my heart is warm knowing that only I can fulfill Master's wishes. Anything from him I will gladly accept. His show is over and he gets up. He pulls me along by my chain. It's time. My cunt begins to secrete its juices as I anticipate what's to come. He leads me to the Playroom. The Playroom is full of the toys and tools of my pain and pleasure. Master bends me over the pommel and binds my wrists to the metal base. He spreads my legs wide and ties each ankle to the legs of this contraption. He sees the dew of my juices on my hairless pussy lips and laughs. Master knows that I can't hide my true soul. He lovingly caresses my ass and runs the lashes of the flogger along my crack. I shudder and moan. Master swiftly brings the paddle in his other had down on my right cheek. Ah, the sweet pain! I cry out as he smacks my ass again and again. I know how my butt must look, glowing beautifully red from his ministrations. He comes around to look at my face. Master sees my joy and gently wipes away my tears. He tells me my pleasure is far from over as he places the clamps on my nipples. Three full turns and my nipples are on fire. The tips protrude from the clamps looking like pencil erasers. My cunt is sopping wet and my juices run down my legs. I feel Master's fingers probing me roughly. He sticks a large rippled plug into my pussy lubricating it with my wetness, readying it for its true purpose. He slowly eases it into my tight asshole. Each ripple popping in past the sphincter, burning me to my gut. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. The last and largest ripple extracts a scream from my belly. I can't bear it, yet, I must, for my Master. Anything for him. He shoves three fingers my pussy and begins to pump. I feel the beginnings of an orgasm as he flicks my clit with his thumb. He knows my clenching will only further the pain in my abused shithole and quickens his finger fucking. He pushes me toward the inevitable. I cum screaming loudly from both pain and pleasure, the sensations alternating. It hurts so good! Before I can recover, Master reaches for my nipples and repeatedly flicks the tips sticking out from the clamps causing me more exquisite pain. He laughs at my tears and shoves his cock in my mouth. I suck hungrily. If I could only get more of him into me! He pulls out as suddenly as he rips the clamps from my nipples. I scream. He yanks the plug from my asshole. I feel so empty! He releases my bindings and pushes my roughly onto the bed. He ties me to the posts, spread eagle. Master straddles my chest and shoves his cock back in my mouth. He leans forward and fucks my mouth with long deep strokes. His cock slides down my throat, each penetrating thrust gagging me. His pubic bone mashes my nose...I can't breathe! Oh God, don't let this end! As I think I'm about to pass out, he eases up to let me catch some air. Then he fucks my mouth some more. This goes on for what seems like excruciatingly wonderful hours. Finally, I feel him tense as his cock erupts in my throat. With one final thrust, he spurts his seed straight into my belly. He rolls off me and collapses, spent and content. My belly full of my Master's seed and piss, I too am content. My Master loves me. Master's Love I have to hurry he will be expecting me. i look at the note again. Short and simple. White baby doll, white thigh high stockings, and white open toe heels. Meet me at "our" place. My shower is done. Shaved, as he likes it. Just the way He likes it, nails long and painted. I look at my clock. 20 minutes before I have to leave. My stomach is full of butterflies. I'm so excited. Sir is going to be there. I will be with him tonight. I need him so much. I finish dressing. It's 30 degrees Fahrenheit outside now so i choose a long coat to wear over my prescribed clothing. i check the mirror one more time. My hair is left long just the way he likes it. Minimal make-up just the way he likes it. Sometimes he likes me to wear cheap make-up but when he does he tells me. I check the note again. No mention of make up. I'm ready. i grab my purse and head to the bus stop. I only had to wait for 3 min. he always has everything timed so perfect. He wouldn't want me to be cold. I smile at this thoughtfulness. I truly do love him. I want him to be happy. i walk to the door of his house. I ring the bell once and wait patiently. He comes to the door. He opens the door. I look down and he puts his finger under my chin and has me looking at him. He takes me in his arms and holds me. There's my baby. He helps me take my coat off and hangs it in the hall closet. He tells me to present myself to Him. i know what this means. i know the spot well. i stand there with my legs apart about 24 inches apart. My hands locked behind my head. Elbows out even with my body. Eyes straight mouth open ever so slightly. (easy access at all times. i have heard it so many times). He touches me. He touches my hair and smells it. He is Happy. He feels my face, my lips. He runs my fingers over my teeth. He is pleased. i brushed them very well. He grabs my hair in His hand and pulls my hair back as He uses his other hand to run it over my neck. He stops briefly at the front of my neck. Places a little bit of pressure just to remind me who controls the breath i breathe. i can feel myself getting wet. He smiles He already knows. He always knows. He lets go of my hair and runs His hands over my shoulders and breasts. Weighing each breast in His hand. He runs His hand over my stomach and down my legs. Never touching what wants so much to be touched. i start to fidget. He reaches up to my neck and tells me to hold still. He is mad. I start to cry. i'm sorry. i would do anything to make Him mad at me. i try extra heard to stand still. He finishes his assessment of me. Making sure i didn't miss anything. My legs, my toenails, my back, and every inch of me he claims for his own. He then puts His hands between my legs. I'm wet. He chuckles. i try so hard not to move. i want so much to move closer to His hands. He knows my buttons. He pushes His thumb inside of me. He knows what i need and how to give it to me. My knees are getting so wobbly. i want so much to keep Him happy. i try so hard not to move. Oh my gosh\\\\\\\ it feels so good. i need him so much. Please please please.... He moves away from me. Tells me to make him a drink and sits on the sofa. i know how He likes His drinks made. Soda first then ice. Never the opposite. He can tell. I make the drink and I bring it to Him. He opens his legs and motions me into my most favorite position. On my knees between His legs. My chest on His. His arms around me. i love this position. i feel so loved and safe. He is happy with me. He says nothing. He just holds me while enjoying His drink. i'm just enjoying his closeness. His smell, His strength. i need Him so much. i try to touch Him. and He says no. i stop. i just lay there. Then He says. Go to the room i will be there. Place your restraints on. Leave your clothes on. i get up and go to his bedroom. my restraints are there on the bed. Red and black leather with lamb's wool in the middle. They are suspension cuffs. i put them on as told. i sit at the bed quiet. My legs slightly apart and my mouth ever so slightly open. I can't forget anything. i need Him so much. i wait for Him. He comes into the room. He looks at me. i lower my eyes. He tells me to lie back. He connects the cuffs to the chains already on the bed. Then he does the same with the shackles. i'm now spread eagle on the bed. He covers my eyes with a blindfold. No matter how i move i can't see anything. He then covers my ears with earphones. i know the music. It's His music. i'm so excited. i can't hear anything and i can't see anything. And i can't really even feel anything. i'm just lying there. No way of knowing what He is up too. i feel him getting on the bed. He is near me. i can' smell Him. I love His smell. He puts pillows behind my head and under my pelvis. He kisses me. He kisses so good. i close my eyes and loose myself in His wonderful being. i need him so much. He finally touches me. He uses His hand. He has such large hands. He is a big man. I feel Him entering me with His hands. He knows all the buttons. Oh my gosh i need to come so bad. i ask and He slapped me. Told me not to talk. He puts a ball gag on me. He does place the small bell in my hand. He is always making sure i'm safe. He loves me so much. His hand returns. it feels so good. i can't stop it. never can. i need to cumm. He goes deep and i feel Him moving His hands inside of me. i have to cumm. i cumm and cumm. He keeps it up. i keep cumin. Oh gosh it feels so good. i need Him so much. Again and again i cumm. Then He is off the bed. I feel lost. He is gone. I can't smell Him. i don't feel him. i need Him. i feel the cold of lubricant as He puts it on me. And then i feel it entering me. It's big. Very big. i feel it everywhere. It hurts ever so much. It hurts my insides. i feel Him moving on top of me. i feel Him using that huge dildo on me. He starts to bite my neck. ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my gosh it feels so good. aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh help me please. i'm lost. i can't find my way. i attempt to grab for Him. i can't move i can't touch Him. i need Him so much. i need Him. The dildo is removed i'm cold. i'm alone. i'm tired. I've come at least 20 times by now. He kneels on top of me and enters me. He holds himself deep in me. I can feel Him. its not cumm He is urinated inside of me. i feel it hot. And running out of me. Seems he had put a diaper under me with the pillow. He gets off of me and places the diaper on me properly. He takes the headphones off and the ball gag and blind fold off. He is looking at me. I love him so much. He undid me and i beg him to allow me to please him. He agrees i prop him on pillows. And place a pillow between His legs. I know what he likes. He loves a good blow job.. He likes it rough at times and then slow and easy. Same rhythm all the time. He flips the channel on the TV. i know what he is doing. He is trying to get his mind off of what i'm doing. but i know. i know what makes him happy. i can see it in His eyes. He lasts for an hour and He is loosing ground. I know his spots. i will make him happy. It's his turn now. Then i see it. He arches His back. And comes. I take every drop. I want all of Him. He is ready for sleep now and so am i. We both go sleep. i leave to go home and get changed to go to work. My stomach hurts so much. All those orgasms. Worse then doing a 100 sit ups. i tell the ladies i work with that i started a new exercise regiment. It hurts so good. I smile to myself. This pain is from my Dom. He loves me. And i love Him. I can't wait to get the next call.