3 comments/ 38515 views/ 5 favorites Master's Pet Ch. 01 By: FluteMaster Rouge. He had told her to use rouge. "Apply it with a make up brush. Only cover the aureoles of your nipples, and remember to remove the piercings first." She stood, in front of the mirror, looking at her full heavy breasts with their nipples slightly puckered in anticipation. He favourite tale was "The Story of O", and like her, she was going to prepare herself for the man who owned her, who commanded her, who was training her to please him and, therefore, to be pleased by his use of her. She cupped the left breast in her hand, offering it to her reflection as if proffering herself to her Master. She dipped the brush in the rouge and applied it lightly to the darker flesh around the nipple. The short hairs scratched very lightly and she felt the tug on her sex. Since meeting Him on-line and reading His words, her body had become even more sensitive to the sexual nature of simple actions. Her own fantasies had always aroused her, especially when she walked the caves of her darker imaginings, the dungeons of her mind peopled with her body writhing, struggling, suffering, cumming. In the many cells of her dreams, men and women used her for their own pleasure, for their own amusement, for the fun of watching her cunt swell open, her juices ooze, her breath become short, and then her body and mouth explode in shameful orgasms as they whipped, rubbed, tortured and fucked her. But with Him, even her fantasies were no longer her own private world. He had asked her, questioned her, interrogated her and extracted from her the substance and detail of her masturbation dreams. He knew the stories she told herself as she twisted her sensitive nipples, as she soaked her fingers in her dripping snatch, as she spun her magical gut wrenching candyfloss climaxes with finger, clit and hopes of submission. But, until now, those web worked conversations had been held safely behind flat screens, mediated by typed words and brief telephone calls. She knew his desires, his urges, his need to explore her own barely defined limits. She wanted to be free, now, to fly up into her wildest imaginings, free of her vanilla husband, free of the lead weights of another's ordinariness. She was a hawk of desire, her wings spread, her pinions parted, seeking the up draught of lust and service. On line she had flown onto his wrist, accepted the hood of his authority, the collar of his service, the lure of his command. And now, this night, she was to finally meet him face to face, to give him, in fact, what she had so often given him in talk. He was booked onto a long haul flight, and was due at her home within the next 2 hours. She felt tension, anxiety, fear, longing and need swirl through her body like streamers of fire. So far they had been able to read and understand each other as if born twins. The fact that he was over twice her age didn't worry her. She felt safe in his wisdom, covered by his understanding, protected by his self control. He seemed to be able to look deep into her secret places, and see and affirm her longings. And as he told her his plans and his own fantasies, her body had swollen with hunger to be his toy, to be the special one who made his dreams real. But sharing talk was one thing, would she be able to meet his expectations in reality? She moved to her right breast, stroking the hardening tip with her teasing thumb, wondering if he would suckle, bite, twist and pinch her rosy buds as she longed. Again, as the brush coloured the skin, the elastic cord of her desire pulled up her cunt, catching her stomach with its contractions of sexual hunger. It had been like this all day – everything had wound up her need another notch. She had woken up in the morning to find her hand already buried between her legs, her subconscious slut nature hungry for feeding. Guiltily she had wrenched it away. He had made her promise not to masturbate for three days before his arrival, and now she would have willingly begged for his touch and his permission to cum. All day, naked in her apartment, she had tidied and prepared the rooms. Clutter was to be hidden away. Furniture was to be pushed back to allow free movement. Clean sheets for the double bed and fresh towels for the washroom. At midday, before she was due to eat a light lunch, she had lit a joss stick on the low coffee table, and knelt before it on a cushion, as he had requested of her. As the red glowing tip consumed the incense, she had consecrated and committed herself to Him. She had imagined and welcomed the weight of the leather collar and cuffs with their bright heavy chains. She had imagined and welcomed his hands caressing and spanking her gentle curves. She had imagined and welcomed the strands of his floggers and the flat hardness of the paddle striking and reddening her yielding flesh. She imagined and welcomed his stiff cock pushed into her open passive mouth, into her wet clenching pussy, into her dry resisting anus. And as she had imagined and welcomed, her body had melted and opened and longed for Him to arrive and possess her. Later that afternoon, she had run a deep hot bath with skin cleansing oils. Her hands had stroked her body in anticipation of his, and she had whimpered in hope of fulfillment. Next, she had sat on the edge of the bath, and with cream and a razor had carefully shaved all the hair on her thighs, belly and cunt lips. Standing up and bending forward, feeling her way carefully with her fingers, she had even done what she could prepare her bottom ring so that it was smooth and welcoming for his questing fingers. Even in the middle of her most passionate lovemaking with her ex husband she had never felt so aroused, so full of desire, so ready to be fucked until she was a wet heap on the floor. And now, cleansed and dried, she was decorating herself for his delight, following his detailed written instructions. This evening was to be their own private time when he finally claimed her for his own, when he collared her, marked her and used her as his grateful little fuck toy. Tomorrow, after a day shopping, they were to go to a Kink Fest, a Fetish Ball, a D/s party where he had plans to show her off as his obedient and submissive pet. Standing before her full length mirror, she had started by pulling her hair up into a pony tail, tugging the strands tight and setting the elastic tight close to her scalp. Her neck and face were now completely exposed. Eye shadow and blusher were all he required for her face, and then her breasts were to be decorated with the rouge. Both breasts were now finished. She re-inserted the bar bell piercings and gazed with wonder at the transformation. The metal jewellery glowed a deeper silver against the dark red. Next she propped a mirror on the coffee table and sat on the sofa, pulling up her knees. She uncapped a bright red glossy lipstick, and used her fingers to part the outer lips of her vulva. For a moment she gazed on the oyster pink folds of her cunny. Then, carefully, she applied the waxy colour to the outer edge and inner flesh of the labia. When she removed her fingers, the skin fell back. Edged with crimson, the slut look advertising the gash of her pussy. Immediately afterwards, she applied the same colour to the lips of her mouth, tasting the scent of her fuck hole. In His instructions, he had explained that by doing this, she was reinforcing the fact that for Him, there was no real difference between these two orifices. Both were available for him to inspect with his fingers. Both were ready for him to kiss with his mouth. Both were open at all times to the thrusting length of his sex. Both were to be ready, if he so desired, to receive the gift of his cream. And lastly, a bottle of perfume sent by him from London. She dabbed some under each ear, between her breasts, in the crease of her sex, and finally, one cheek pulled apart with her free hand, directly onto the puckered rose bud of her bottom. One final time, she stood and gazed on her reflection. At last, she looked the person she wanted to be. She looked like a submissive who was ready for her Master. She had prepared her body and her mind for him, and she knew now that she wanted him to be pleased with her, to enfold her, to work his will on her, to make her dreams come true. Captured by the beauty she saw in the mirror, she was shocked at the sound of the phone. As always when she was expecting a call from Him, her heart beat extra fast. She longed to hear his voice, to bask in his praise, but she still found it hard to believe that he really cared for her. "Hello my pet, I am nearly at the door to your apartment. When I get there, I am going to knock three times, and then twice. When you hear that, I want you to un-catch the door and then step back three paces and wait for me – kneeling as I have taught you. I will wait ten seconds to give you plenty of time to get settled and calm. Do you understand what I am asking?" Somehow, his quite authoritative voice with its British accent always calmed her down. He took charge so easily, so naturally. "Yes sir. After five knocks I am to unlatch the door, move back three paces and kneel for you. You will wait ten seconds and then enter." "Well done pet, exactly. I will be there in less than a minute. I am so looking forward to seeing you my love. And then, we will be together at last." As the phone clicked off, she thought she would die from the anticipation and reality of this. Just that little word of praise made her stand tall and determined to do everything to please this Man who was so happy to be her Master. Unclothed, she waited by the door, head bowed in waiting, kneeling for her Master's arrival. There was a loud knock, three times, then a pause, and then two more. Her mouth went dry, but with no hesitation she rose to her feet, unlocked the door, stepped back three paces, and knelt again. Just that simple set of commands gave her something to hold on to, a way of doing what she was, an obedient eager submissive. She knelt back on her heels, upright, her hands behind her. Her wrists were crossed at the small of her back. Her knees open, exposing her sex to the air, and reminding her how available she was to him. That merest flicker of a thought tightened up her nipples until they ached. She kept her head bowed, willing herself to look only at his shoes until he gave her permission to gaze upon his face. In this position, she finally reached a state of readiness, of calm, of balanced tension, like a kingfisher waiting to dive into a stream. She was His, doing His will, pleasing her Master. At this point, she wanted for nothing else. After an eternity had passed, the door pushed open, and she watched as His shoes stopped inside the lobby and turned as He gently closed the door. In the silence she felt his gaze drink her in. "Well done my pet, you look beautiful and you are perfect, even better in real life than the pictures you sent me." His happiness was clear in his voice and she couldn't help looking up at him, tears springing into her eyes. "Come to me, my darling, let your Master hold you in His arms" Eagerly she rose and threw herself into his open arms, shivering with delight as his clothing rubbed against her nakedness. As his arms closed around her, she tilted her head back and gave herself to him as completely as possible. Their fist kiss was gentle when it started, a wondering exploration of real lip on real lip. And then desire took over, and he held her more fiercely, driving his tongue into her, crushing her with his passion. She felt his hunger, his need, and she knew now that she was not alone in her desires. Purring like a kitten, she rubbed herself against him, curling a leg behind his, her hips bucking against him, her nipples striving to burrow through his shirt. She was amazed at her response to him, she was acting like a bitch in heat. When his hand reached down and squeezed her behind, she practically whimpered in distress, her cunt again ready to be taken. He had called her his fuck toy, his little whore, and she had loved and hated it. But here, in his arms, she knew it was true. There was nothing she would withhold from him at this moment, or at anytime they were together. She needed Him to use her, she wanted Him to possess her, she was ready to beg on her knees for His cock in her body, stretching her, plugging her, taking over her mind until she felt his cum spurt into her and she knew He was content with her. And she loved this feeling, this feeling of complete submission to Him. It was more than wanting him to be pleased with her. She wanted Him to see and use the real her, to let her be the sex object cum rag she dreamed of. He broke the spell by stepping back a pace and looking her full in the face. "My sweet pet, I have dreamed of this moment for so long, I can hardly believe it's true. More than anything else, I want to take you know and make you entirely mine. Is the living room ready for us?" Mutely, she nodded, and taking his hand, led him into the room she had tidied and prepared earlier that day. In the middle there was enough space for them two of them to move easily around each other. To one side there was a low coffee table placed in front of a couch. He made her stand in the middle of the room, facing him. "Beautiful, so beautiful," he murmured. "Now, raise your arms over your head." Obedient to his will, she complied, relaxing into the space of submission. As her arms lifted, her breasts rose, the light reflecting in the bar bells of her piercngs. "Now turn round slowly." As steadily as a mannequin on a revolving stand, she turned, letting this man observe and note her taut presented body. "Very good. Now, kneel down, but face the coffee table." Side on to him she knelt, recreating the pose she had been in when he entered the apartment. When he had taught her the position, she had set herself to learn the feel of it, to practice kneeling this way until it was second nature to her. His command was to be obeyed instantly, not from fear but love, and she adored the sensation of slavery it evoked in her. He left the room for a moment, and returned carrying a case. He placed it on the ground by the couch and unzipped it. Inside there was a smaller black leather bag which he place on the couch itself before closing the larger bag. The smaller case was now unzipped, and methodically he removed various items and placed them with care on the table in front of her. She burned to lift her head and watch, but she knew that to do so would invite punishment, and she wanted this first night to be perfect. Eventually, he sat down. "Look up at me." Without even glancing at the objects displayed in front of her, she lifted her head and looked him in the eye, alert to his commands. "My pet, tonight, as I have promised, I am going to collar you and make you physically mine. But before I do this, I need to ask you some questions." He paused, and she waited. She knew what the questions were, they had discussed this so many times before, and she rejoiced at the reality of it. "Firstly, do you accept that you are a submissive who desires and needs to be collared and owned by a Master?" "I do" Her voice was calm and sure. "Secondly, do you wish me to be the Master who collars and owns you?" She smiled a little, knowing that this desire had been with her almost from the first moment they had chatted on line. "I do." "Thirdly, do you trust me to be a Master who will care for you, nurture you and protect you, as well as seek your growth and the fulfillment of your deepest desires? "I do" "Fourthly, by accepting my collar, do you grant me the right to train you, to discipline you, to punish you and to chastise you in any way I see fit?" A slight gulp here, both of nervousness and eager anticipation. "I do" "And fifthly, by accepting my collar, do you give yourself wholly to my ownership, my rights of use of your body for my own pleasure, regardless of your own desires if I should so wish?" Her cunt twitched at that one, longing to embrace his sex. "I do" "Then with gladness and rejoicing, and with the knowledge that you have given me the most precious gift any man can receive, I claim you as my own." Lifting a black leather collar with D rings set around it and with a padlock and hasp at the back, he continued. "This collar is our private collar. You will wear it when we are alone, and when we have special guests. By wearing it, you signify your desire to continue as my submissive." He lifted a smaller loop, made of plaited leather, with a silver clasp at the back. Again he continued. "This is our public collar. Whenever you are not wearing the other, you will wear this. You will not take off one without putting the other on first. If you wish to end our relationship, you will signify that by removing both collars, and leaving your neck bare. If you do this, I will gracefully, though with deep sadness, accept your choice. I will not try and dissuade you, and neither will I punish or harm you in anyway for your choice. You are free to cease this if you wish." Finally, he picked up a silver ring, decorated with a twisted leather plait exactly like the public collar. "This is my ring, for both private and public use. It says that I accept my responsibility as your Dominant, and will expect your obedience as my submissive. If I take off this ring and hand it to you, it will mean that I no longer feel able to be you Dominant." Conscious of the deep significance of these items, she held her breath. He took the plaited collar and stood, walking behind the kneeling form of his submissive. Bending down, he placed the open loop around her neck and engaged the clasp. Tears of happiness rolled silently down her face. She was home at last, home and safe with her Master. Biting her lip to hold back her sobs, she leaned forward and picked up the ring. He knelt beside her, and she lifted his hand and carefully slid the heavy metal onto his finger. Cupping his head in her hands, she whispered, "Thank you Master, for collaring your slave, and making her the happiest woman in the world." She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips, feeling his gentle response. He stood and picked up the heavier collar. "Now, my pet, let us put on the play collar." She smiled and stood, turning so that when she bent her neck forward, she was ready for the clasp. This other collar was heavier and spoke of restraint and pleasure. Her arousal grew, and she knew now that at last He was going to make her His own property. As the padlock clicked into place, she allowed herself to slip into her submissive place, relishing the excitement and anticipation. He led her over to the couch, and made her kneel, facing the back. She rested her arms on the top, thrusting out her bottom, and laid her head on her arms. He stoked the taut skin of her buttocks, admiring the softness and resilience of it. His fingers traced the curves, sliding into the valley of her thighs and between her parted cheeks. As his finger rubbed between her swollen lips, she shivered and her hips bucked. Moving up, he gently teased the brown wrinkled star bud of her anus, and she felt her stomach contract at the dark promise of his touch. SMACK Her breath caught at the impact. He had started, he was marking her, possessing her, imposing his will. The heat off the spank radiated throughout her bottom and licked at her cunt. SMACK Oh yes, this was what she needed, and she dropped her head lower, pushing herself out to Him. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Each blow was measured and firm. Each made the globes of her arse bounce, and each poured fuel into her need. She gasped and moaned at each blow, slowly weaving her bottom in a dance of desire. Master's Pet Ch. 01 "Stay still slut. Stop waving your arse at me." She shuddered at the harshness of his words, thrilling at the threat in them, but stopping her movements. There was a pause as he stroked the reddening flesh, and a deep laugh as his hands discovered just how much she was enjoying this. "You little sex kitten. You really do enjoy this don't you?" Her face blushed at his words, and she nodded. He leaned away for a moment, and then she felt a new harder surface on her skin. SMACK The paddle definitely hurt more, even though it spread the impact over a greater area. But in the hurt, there was that familiar pleasure building. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. He worked the flat head over her arse, colouring the skin like an artist. She slipped slowly but surely into her sub space, a place where she floated free, happy, open to her Master. Eventually, the paddling stopped, and she hummed as she felt his hand exploring again, and then sliding into her sex. Without thinking, she pushed back, urging him deeper into her. There was no thought in her head but to be fucked by her Master. His fingers stirred up her fuck juice, coating themselves on her need. There was a pause, her cunt empty as withdrew his fingers to free his cock and made ready to enter her. He knew that by the end of his time with her he would have possessed her in everyway possible, and she would have his seed in every part of her. But this first time, his own need was too urgent to do more than slide into her hot clenching pussy. He held his hardness against her, rubbing the head up and down her red heavily swollen entrance. She moaned in frustration at his teasing, and then cried out as he suddenly thrust himself deep into her in one go. Her eyes opened and her head jerked up, stunned by his taking of her, but relishing his authority. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady for his taking, and with long slow movements, fucked himself in and out of her soft hole. She heard a low keening sound, and wondered where it was coming from. It was her; she was so lost in this that she was making the sounds of a mounted bitch. He growled at her, aware that he wasn't going to be long before exploding. "Rub your clit, fuck toy, rub yourself and show me how much you like your Master using you for His pleasure." Gratefully she reached down, and was stunned at how wet she was. Her sex was practically dripping. As she massaged the area around her swollen bud, she caught the wave of her climax. Her voice went up in intensity, pleading to be allowed to cum, to be allowed her release. "Wait for me, don't come unless I say so." Her answering whimper was all he needed. She signified in that way her desire to be completely obedient to him. "Good girl, good pet. Now, cum for me, cum for your Master." She rubbed harder to set her climax in train, and then pinched the flesh, using the pain sparks like a detonator to her orgasm. She wailed in ecstasy as the pleasure broke over her in long Pacific rollers. Every muscle clamped down and released in repeated spasms. For him, her climax and her cunt spasming was all he needed. Forcing himself deeper into her tightening fuck tube, he groaned as he shed his liquid in violent spurts into her, pulling her hips back against him savagely. When they were completely spent, he pulled his semi hard cock out of her, and sat down beside her, stroking her back and hips. She stayed still, kneeling, relishing the feel of his sticky cum sliding down her thighs, making her as His property. He tugged her pony tail until she moved her head closer. Silently, he kissed her deeply. Pulling back, he looked deep into her eyes. "Thank you my pet. Thank you for being my submissive. Thank you for giving me this amazing gift." Master's Pet Ch. 02 His was tired after the long flight in, and following a quick meal, he insisted that they went to bed. "There will be plenty of time for more play tomorrow, after I have rested. Believe me, you don't want a grouchy Master within spanking range." He smiled as he said that, but she knew better than to push to the issue. He had been playing when he spanked and paddled her earlier, and she didn't doubt that he could apply a lot more force to his swing if pushed. But He was finally here, with her, and she was so happy for that. Still, she woke several times in the night, conscious of this new man in her bed. Most of the time he slept curled into her, the two of then nesting like spoons. She adored the intimacy of this and the feeling of owned protection she felt from it. His hand cupped a breast, and she could feel her nipple harden even from this gentle touch. In the early morning she had awoken to feel his hardness pressing against her. The thought of him taking her now sparkled between her legs, and she pushed back against him, tentatively, loving the feel of his erect cock rubbing in the crease of her bottom. She contemplated turning round and descending onto him with her mouth – eager to taste him and welcome him into her throat. Even the prospect was making her wet. But he was obviously still asleep, and she knew how tired he had been when he finally fell into bed with her. So it was that she dozed fitfully, more and more aware of her growing need to be fucked by her Master, in any way he wanted. Being his collared submissive seemed to have flicked a switch inside her. All she wanted now was for this man to push his prick into her body and find his release in her and for him to grant her the joy of her own climax. She imagined him being slow and gentle, opening her up like a delicate orchid. She imagined him taking her suddenly, ramming his length into her unprepared body. She imagined herself willingly on her knees pleasuring him with her soft mouth. She imagined herself bound and restrained as he plundered her body, abusing her fuck holes as she shuddered with joy at his unrestrained use of her. And with all the myriad images her cunt wept with longing until she thought she would die from frustration. Just when she believed she could stand this now more, and she was readying herself to slide him into her tender pussy whatever punishment might follow, he stirred and held her tightly. He murmured sleepily into her hair. "Good morning my sweet pet, I was afraid that I might wake up and find last night had all been a dream. How wonderful to find you here in my arms." "Oh Sir, I could hardly sleep, knowing that you were finally here. Is there any way that this submissive can please her Master this morning?" He gave a low chuckle. "There are plenty of ways that you can do that my darling, and I intend to try some of them out very soon. But first, I need to use the bathroom. While I am there, I want you to fetch the small leather case on the couch." As she padded out, he watched her naked bottom with its heart stopping curves sway with every step she took. There were no marks left over from the previous night. By the end of the second, that would be remedied, he thought to himself. When he climbed back into the warm sleep scented bed, she passed him the case, rewarded for her obedience with a kiss. Opening it up, he retrieved four black leather fur lined cuffs. These wrist and ankle cuffs had bright silver buckles. The wrists cuffs had one D ring each, the ankle ones had two. Through each D ring hung a silver carabineer similar to those used by mountaineers. He made her sit facing him while be carefully buckled each cuff onto her. To her amazement, the look and feel of these restraints on her limbs served to arouse her even more deeply. She felt herself become even more submissive, even more anxious to be held open and used by her Master, even more eager to serve as his slut toy. Along with the leather collar still around her neck, these devices made her his complete possession, hungry for his pleasure. He leaned forward and kissed her again, this time more deeply, winding her pony tail around his hand. With the fierceness of his grip and the mild pain of the pulling on her hair, she felt herself fall swiftly into her subspace again. Her body and mind relaxed and opened themselves to him with utter abandon. He was gratified to see her relax so quickly, and pleased that he had judged her response so well. Still holding her hair, he pulled back and spoke to her. "Come my perfect slut, it's time you rode your Master's cock and showed him what a good little cunt you are." The words burned through her like fire, and her thoughts echoed and assented to everything he said. He continued. "I am going to lie back here. I want you to use your mouth on me so that I am nice and hard, and then you are going to fuck yourself on me until I cum. Bur first.." And here, he took each of her wrists, and using the carabineers, he linked them to her neck collar, "..I don't want you using your hands. You are going to show me how good a cock sucker you are." His words shamed her, and inflamed her. She hated these descriptions of herself, but even as she blushed, she felt her sex ache for more. With her arms up by her head, she had to shuffle up the bed into a position where she was able to bend down to take his already stiff cock into her mouth. He made her lie down at that point, and once he was in her mouth, she discovered that she was now unable to lift herself off him unaided. She was trapped here, his thickness lodged in her mouth, her arms useless to protect her, and she whimpered with her arousal. She bobbed her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the swollen mushroom. Whenever she relaxed her neck, his shaft pushed to the back of her throat, and she knew she could not stop him pushing her down on to him. Deep down, she knew that this is just what she wanted at the moment, to be his deep throated plaything. So it was, when she felt his hand on her head, she almost pushed herself on to him, swallowing him into her gullet. Several times he held himself in her, his hips pushed up to increase his depths as she swallowed to increase his pleasure, and she hoped that he would cum now and bless her with his morning seed. To her disappointment he didn't, instead pulling her off him and getting her to sit upright. "Fuck, you are so amazing. You really wanted that didn't you?" She smiled and his appreciation of her, and hoped that he would be returning to her throat many more times this weekend. "But now, I want you to kneel over me. Take me into your cunt, and let me see you move on me." Awkwardly she knelt over him. Unaided it was impossible for her to push onto his manhood, so he held himself to her slick entrance and watched as she pushed herself onto him. So swollen were her lips that she felt as if he was tearing her apart, and she groaned at the feeling of fullness inside. Without her arms to push up on, she was totally reliant on her thighs to push her up and let her down gently onto the piston plugging her sex. She felt his hands on her waist as he helped her set a rhythm that pleased him and gave him the best length of thrusting. But his hands didn't stay there. During some of their internet conversations, she had remarked on how sensitive her breasts were, and how much she enjoyed pleasure and pain in that area of her body. So, as she moved up and down, fucking his cock, he transferred his attention to her tits hanging free within easy reach. At first he contented himself with playing and moulding the fleshly weight of them. Harder he squeezed, and then harder. She felt the increasing pressure, and was aware of how these new sensations were adding to her sense of falling out of control. She gave little cries and pants of pleasure. And then she cried out even louder. Her nipples were trapped in his fingers and he was squeezing them tightly. The shock tore into her cunt, and she ground her hips down to place added pressure on her clit. "Oh fuck yes" she cried out. "Like that Master, like that." She pounded herself harder onto him as he began to twist and pull her swollen points. She arched her back into his mauling fingers and wailed with the pain/pleasure of his sweet torture. And then, like a sudden earthquake, she began to rock and shudder as her orgasm ripped through her. He squeezed tightly, holding her nipples in his grip as the first waves pounded her. And then, just as suddenly, he let go, and the rush of blood to the tender flesh triggered a fresh round of cunt tightening spasms and more cries of ecstasy. He waited until she was calm again, not moving his cock in her. At last she was still and breathing normally. "Are you all right?" "Shit, yes. That was fucking amazing. I thought my head was going to explode." Her voice was breathless, but obviously satisfied. He lightly caressed her now acutely sensitive tits and smiled. "Well, my darling, I think after that I need to have my own pleasure." He reached up and undid the cuffs holding her arms to her neck. Then, swiftly, he kissed her and rolled her over so that he lay over her, his cock twitching with the anticipated pleasure of fucking this sweet young submissive. She placed her arms over her head, her wrists crossed, and arched her hips up to him. "As always, Master, I am entirely yours. I give you my mouth, my cunt, my arse for your use." He grinned down at her. "As I would expect from my delightful submissive, and I intend to make full use of you over the next few days. But for now, I will be content with this tight little cunt holding me so lovingly." And with that, he began to thrust in and out of her sex, watching her eyes roll up in pleasure and feeling her body respond so quickly to his use of her. Her earlier oral attentions followed by her very noisy climax had brought him to the point where he was already close to shedding his load into her. Watching her young body move in sweet rhythm to his was the final edge he was looking for. He drove in one final time, arching his back up and cried out in joy as he climaxed, feeling his cum shoot into her cunt. As he lost himself in the pleasure of this, she held him tightly, loving his freedom to take her like this, loving the sense of being so wonderfully possessed by her Master, giving him such happiness with her body. Long after he had finished, she held him. To her wonder, tears ran down her cheeks. She wasn't sad, she was happy She was so happy to be here with Him; happy to be His; happy to serve him in any way he desired. Master's Pet Ch. 03 After their love-making, He was ready to make a move on the day. He leaned down and kissed his submissive. "Come my dear, it's time we showered and dressed." He stood up and took her hand as they made for the bathroom. He requested her to wash him first, and so she had the delight of running her soapy hands over His body. He smiled lazily at the touch of her knowing fingers as they not only washed off the soap, but also eased some of his tensions from the long flight the previous day. He felt himself relax as she covered every inch of him with loving caresses. However, she left his flaccid cock till last, and before touching it, asked permission in a low voice. Part of her being a submissive required her to treat His sex with the utmost respect; it was not to be touched by her in any way without his express permission. He had done this for a number of reasons. Firstly, in order to emphasize her position as a sexual submissive in their relationship. He, obviously, was allowed to touch her at will. Secondly, it was to provide another point at which she had to request permission in order to complete a task set for her, and so reinforce her subordination. And lastly, to limit her ability to initiate sexual activity in any direct physical way. Of course, He required her to display herself to him, to move and position herself to indicate her constant readiness and willingness to submit to his advances. He had been encouraging her, in particular, to think about the way she moved, thinking about herself as a sexual person. As a result, she walked more uprightly, her shoulders pulled back and her breasts pushed forward. She swayed her hips more and was more graceful in her movements, constantly aware of her sexuality. As a result, she had an added attractiveness about herself that other men were noticing more, and she smiled herself when she found them hitting on her more frequently. Her Master was uncovering her attractiveness, and His was the only one to benefit unless he gave express permission otherwise. Mind you, he had also been working with her on her clothing, helping her to choose clothes that also heightened her sexual appeal. But, it was her inner attitude that made the biggest difference, and was there whether she was clothed or naked. When she humbly requested permission to wash His sex, he smiled, nodding to her. With infinite tenderness she knelt on the tiles and carefully soaped his dormant manhood. She had always been intrigued by the way that men's cocks grew so much when aroused. But in this case, there was the added thrill of caring for her Master's pleasure. Her hands and her focused attention made his cock stiffen, and at one point she looked up and sought permission to give Him her mouth for his use. He stroked her hair, amazed at the natural way she behaved so submissively. "No my pet, we don't have time for that now. Hurry up, because I am going to wash you when I am clean" When he had been rinsed of the last of the soapy residue, she stood, and raised her arms over her head to allow her Master access to her body. His hands were firmer, and his sure touch sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her. His fingers invaded her body, pushing in and out, asserting their mastery of her. Her sex and her arse were penetrated, yielding meekly to Him. Her breasts, buttocks, hips, thighs and the rest of her body were rubbed clean under the warm water. While washing her hair, he encouraged her to lean back, eyes closed, and relax into her trust of him. She did this gladly, and so their shower time together was as intimate a part of their lovemaking as the act of sex itself. SMACK His spank brought her startled out of her reverie, and then he kissed her lightly. "Fun time over, my darling. You need to go and get some towels to dry us off." That wonderful lazy first morning together, they dried, ate a light breakfast and set off to do some shopping. For him, there was such pleasure in shopping for a slut submissive. Before they set out, he had chosen her a light mid thigh halter neck summer dress to wear, and some strappy sandals; no bra, no knickers, no stockings. As soon as they stepped out of the door, her nipples tightened, sure that everyone could see her nakedness through the thin material. As the morning wore on, he delighted in making her wear tighter and shorter articles. Not only that, but when she came out of the changing cubicles in each revealing outfit, he insisted that she do it properly, putting on a show for him. So she learned to step out gracefully and slowly pirouette, lifting a skirt to show more thigh, or pulling down a top to display her cleavage. Not quite a strip tease, but the start of one. She felt her sex moisten as she displayed herself for Him, knowing that there were others who were shocked by her wanton behavior, but she knew she was pleasing her Master. In a small café, they sat next to each other at a table at the back. At one point, during the conversation, he placed his hand on her face, cupping her cheek. She felt her heart go into free fall, the intimacy of his touch making her wish to slide off her chair and kneel to Him. Her eyes closed and she rested into His palm. When he took his hand away, it was like waking up from a dream. At another point he slipped a hand down between her thighs and probed her naked cleft. She blushed at his boldness, but couldn't stop her thighs from slipping apart to allow him easier access. She also blushed at how wet she was, sitting next to Him, knowing that he had the right to fuck her here and now if he so wished, and she would gladly grant him that. He removed his fingers from her moistening cunt and offered them to her. "Smell how hot you are my slut. My fingers are dripping with your juices, and I think you should clean them off with your tongue." In a daze, she did just that, slowly licking his fingers, her eyes molten with need for Him. But he was in no hurry, knowing that this waiting only added to their pleasure. Back in the apartment, he made her strip off her dress and shoes, and then go and put away the clothes they had bought together. At last, she was done, and naked once more, she knelt in front of him where he sat on the sofa, waiting for his next command. That night they were going to a BDSM party, and he already knew what she was to wear. But although the red and black corset was perfect for her figure, there was an extra bit of decorating to do on her skin. While she watched him, he unpacked the rest of the traveling case. On the table he placed a number of items including a paddle, two floggers, and a cane. By them he placed a set of nipple clamps linked by a silver chain and with hoops for weights. On top of these he placed two further chains. "My darling. I am going to take great pleasure in showing you off at the party tonight. You already know the outfit I have planned for you. However, there is one more thing I require, and that is to mark you so that others will see how you liked to be whipped." Her stomach tightened, in fear, anticipation and excitement. "Come here and kneel in front of me." In a moment she was there, kneeling between his legs, her back upright, obedient to his command. He started by locking her play collar on her, then removing the public collar. She sighed at the promise of the heavy leather. He stroked her face and kissed her, then passed his hand down to her tits, weighing and fondling them, rubbing their nipples. She whimpered at his touch, still aroused from earlier. Then he reached down and placed his lips on her flesh, sucking one of the soft rubbery nubbins between his teeth and biting down until she gasped. Still gripping it with his teeth he pulled back, and then let it go. She shuddered, her breath caught in her throat. He repeated the process several more times, alternating between each reddening tip. With this less than tender attention, they rapidly hardened and became more prominent. When he was satisfied with their size, he placed the clamps on them, sliding the clip until the flesh was squeezed between the plates like little tires. She moaned at the pain, but was also aware of how her sex tingled and swelled. Taking some small lead weights, he attached one to each clamp, distending the nipples and pulling down her breasts into points. The pain was digging deeper into now, and she felt herself fill with the lightness of her altered state. Next, he picked up the longer chains. These had small clips which allowed him to adjust how long they were when attached to her collar and the clamps. He set them so that if she kept her head slightly down, then they didn't pull on the rings. But if she arched her back or moved suddenly, then the chains would tighten and she would tug the clamps, tweaking her nipples. "Well done my pet, you look so beautiful like that." She swallowed, aware of the ache, and knowing that removing them would bring fresh welcome pain. He stood her up and, like the previous night, made her kneel on the couch. With her forearms on the back, her breasts swung free, their movement making the weights swing and tug downwards, which in turn caught the restraint of the chains to her collar. She rolled her shoulders, longing for more, for stronger deeper sensations. CRACK The paddle landed with some force, and she jerked her head up – tugging the chains and making her gasp with the extra jolt of pain. Sweet Jesus, she thought, that was good. She breathed out, and slowly lowered her head. CRACK This time she stayed still, feeling the heat of the blow flood her body and the endorphins racing through her. She arched her back down, pushing out her bottom to the Master who understood her needs so well. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK. Like rifle shots the paddle slammed into her flesh. This was no gentle love session. This was work to make her bottom red and hot. Her sex hummed with the thrill of her torment. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK. More blows, covering her arse, making her dance and move, causing aftershocks from her sensitive breasts. She was in heaven, loving it, and wanting more. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK. Tears were starting to form, tears of pain, and of joy. Her body was glowing, she was sinking into a warm sea of arousal, her mind opening up to her slut nature. And then a pause. She moaned as he dragged a brush of fine wire across her reddened flesh, her sensitive nerve endings sparking with fire at the tiny teeth. She felt his warm breath on her as he leaned in and kissed her back, caressing her skin, touching and fondling his pet. She purred, lost in the pleasure of his attention to her. He lifted the horse hair flogger, and brought it down on the redness of her arse. This was more of a sting, and she felt currents of white heat spay across her bottom. She cried out softly, wondering at his skill at playing her. Time after time the flogger patterned her, until the lines blurred and the electricity tingled constantly. He slipped two fingers into her sex, making her gasp at his opening of her. "Such a pain slut aren't you? You're begging to me to fuck you, you little cunt. I bet if I were to shove my cock up your arsehole you would cum with the pain of it. You are such a whore." His words lashed her mind in the same exquisite way his flogger caressed her behind. She did wish he would take her now, but she also wanted more. She wanted more pain, more humiliation, more of Him. He picked up a heavier flogger, gently playing the fronds over her behind, letting the cool suede stroke and calm her. THUD The flogger lashed down. "Ohhhhhh, shiiiiit". She cried out as the strands licked fire and weight into her, adding fuel to her sexual fire. But as she had jerked from the impact, she had again made the flames on her breast burn brighter. THUD, THUD, THUD. He swung faster, not giving her time to react to particular blows. She felt the energy of his strikes, the intensity of his desire. His panting was from more than merely swinging his arms and bringing the flogger down onto her arse. He was a becoming more and more aroused, and she felt her fear of him losing control, and she hoped he would. She wanted him to lose his last restraint and just fuck her unmercifully. She had to have him pay no attention to her pleasure, merely use her compliant body to draw out his sticky cum in jerking spurts and fill whatever hole he desired. She was lost in a haze now, floating on the pain/pleasure of this beating. She was open to him now in a new deeper way, and she felt so alive. The flogging stopped, and she waited, patiently, hovering on the edge of ecstasy, poised like a wave, waiting for His leading. He picked up the cane, touching her red raised leathered skin. Just the touch made her flinch, and she dropped her head to her arms, submitting to Him. "I am going to use this cane six times on you. You may cry out, and you may weep, but you must not cum. Do you understand slut?" He spoke loudly and slowly, looking for the signs that she was still at least partly aware of him. He wanted her to be warned of these last branding blows. She nodded, slowly, as if in a trance. But it was enough, she had heard, however long it took for her to process what he was saying. He stroked her curves with the flexible cane, anticipating the joy of burying his flesh in her once more. He mused on the feel of her tight bottom spreading reluctantly for him, her cries as he penetrated and possessed her anal path. Soon, he thought, but not yet. CRACK Red line of flame struck across both cheeks, and she cried out, a wail of pain, yet triumph. This was what she wanted CRACK Lower down, parallel to the first, another branding blow. CRACK, CRACK CRACK Measured, precise, like the lines on a page; each hit struck fresh virgin skin. Each was preceded by a heart stopping pause and landed with breath taking intensity. She couldn't see, but after the previous flogging, each strike was shown as a white dark edged weal, destined to remain raised and purple for some days. A gentle touch of the cane kissed her bottom, and then CRACK "Oh Fuuuuuuck". She screamed out, and fell back forward gasping. This last had cut down at an angle, crossing the five previous lines, binding all their pain together and tying them into one hot sheaf of agony. The marks resembled nothing more than a five barred gate, and that night He would receive many compliments for his accuracy. She instinctively knew that the flogging was over. The last blow had been the final spectacular firework, the finale that needed no follow on. She heard a humming, and then felt the insistent buzzing of the vibrator as it nudged its way deep into her. "No", she whimpered. "I want you, I want your cock Master". "Shut up slut." His voice was harsh. "You will take what I give you. Fuck this toy, fuck it and cum like the slut puppy you are. Show your master how much you need this." She couldn't help herself, his words and commands stung, but needed her obedience. She bucked back, feeling her pleasure at the plastic toy churning up her insides. And then, he pulled the clips from her tits, and placed the tip of the vibrator directly on her hard swollen clit. The pain of the returning blood flow arced to her cunt, and the buzzing at her pleasure bud took that pain and transformed it into pure rapture. She watched as in slow motion her body convulsed and pulsed with a rapidly building orgasm. Her breath seemed to draw in for ever as the climax built inside her. Her scream was primal, her awareness focused entirely onto the waves of agony/pleasure driving through her. She bucked and jerked as if on a high tension wire, panting and crying as repeated shocks convulsed her. And then, the pressure dropped; she fell from the wire of her orgasm down onto the couch where she lay gasping. "Oh fuck, Master, that was awesome. Thank you, thank you, thank you." Her nipples hurt, her arse was on fire, and she thanked her Master for treating her so well. He sat beside her, holding her, letting her regain her equilibrium, so pleased at her delight. Master's Pet Ch. 04 In the gloom of the club she knelt beside him, leaning into his leg, comforted by his hand playing with the strands of her hair or tracing the curve of her shoulder. Around them music and lights pulsed and moved. People talked, danced, laughed and enjoyed themselves. But she was quiet, still, lost in her own world yet acutely conscious of her Master sitting beside her. Her mouth still echoed with the fierce thrusting of the man's cock, and the salty taste of his seed lingered on her tongue. She had obeyed her Master and he was pleased. In his pleasure, she sat, quietly, and wondered, thinking back to the afternoon a few hours before. Since arriving the night before, her Master had done so much with her. From his arrival when he had finally collared her to this just finished flogging session, she had inhabited her submissive place almost continuously. Now, her Master was taking care of her in preparation for the party that evening. He took her into the bathroom and drew a hot bath using her favorite bubbles. He lit candles and switched off the main light in order to create a romantic atmosphere. Then, when she rose from the water like a latter day Venus, her carefully dried her off in a warm fluffy towel. She was puzzled by his behavior, and only her feeling of great tiredness stopped her from complaining, insisting that she was there to serve him. But he knew why she was so tired. After all their play together, her body was going through a reaction, a condition sometimes called sub-drop, and he was giving her the love and support she needed to move through that state of almost emotional decompression.. Later, as she sat the breakfast bar in the kitchen, he explained all this to her. By now, after some juice and salad, she was starting to regain her energy. Yet again she was made aware that for this man, her submission was not a selfish game, but a serious relationship, and yet again she was thankful for his experience. "Anyway," he said smiling, "I want you to be looking your best tonight. I have a number of online friends who will be there tonight, and they are itching to find out more about my darling submissive." She felt a swirl of emotions n her stomach. "Oh my god, what have you told them about me?" "Just that you are mine, my own special submissive, and that this week we are finally together. I thought it would be much better for them to see how beautiful you are in person. Apart form that, I think an air of mystery is much more appropriate." She smiled at this. Her outfit didn't leave a lot to the imagination, and she wondered where the mystery was. For a while afterwards they had sat curled up on the couch together, limbs entwined and just enjoying being with each other. Somehow, she had never imagined that being a submissive would have such a normality about it at times. Obviously the flogging and clamps were unusual, but this was almost like any other relationship. Except that now she felt privileged to be here, sitting so close to her Master. He could have easily required her to kneel on the floor by his side, and she would have happily obeyed. But here, in this way, he was showing his appreciation of her, and she was grateful and delighting in it. All too soon, however, he sat up. "Come on my pet, it's time we started to get ready for this evening. But first, I want you to remove your bathrobe and kneel in front of me." Without hesitation she stood, slipped off the garment and knelt between his legs, her hands behind her. As always, his heart stopped at her beauty, her openness to him, the curves of her breasts thrust forward by her held back shoulders, the swell of her hips holding the promise of passion and desire. "My darling pet, tonight we will be celebrating our love in public. I have been looking forward to this evening for months. Are you ready now to obey me in front of other people? Are you ready to trust me and do what I ask without question?" She heard his questions with a gentle smile. If only he knew how much she loved him, how much she had dreamed to be in just this place with him. She wished he could see into the bright heart of her devotion, because then he would know that these questions were unnecessary. Wasn't her nakedness enough of an answer? Wasn't her naked service that morning a sufficient proof? But also, she knew that he was asking for both of them, he insisted on making explicit the bond of love and trust between them. He genuinely wanted her hear her affirmation, her assent to his owning of her. For him, just hearing her words was a source of happiness. So, she gave him what he sought, and what she had given totally many months before. "Yes Master, I am ready. Whatever you ask, I will do. Whatever you desire, I will give." He cupped her face in his two hands and leaned in to kiss her softly on her lips, turning her face up to meet his. "Then I know I am in possession of the most wonderful woman in the world." His kiss and his words made her whimper with hunger, her cunt suddenly aflame with need. She was his slave slut, and his love fed her desire for his mastery. The party was a Gala night, the opening of a new club, and He was fortunate to obtain two tickets. For the occasion he wore a dinner jacket, the black and white elegance the perfect foil for the display of his submissive. His gold shirt studs were capped with moon stones, and his cuffs were held with links in the form of a padlock and a key. Her outfit was nothing more than an invitation to openly admire and lust after her body. She wore thin high black heels and elasticated top stockings, her ankles enclosed with leg cuffs. Her cunt was shaved smooth, and again lined with the lipstick. Above the provocative display of her sex there was a lacy black corset shot through with burgundy ribbons, a silk rose nestling in her cleavage. In response to his request, however, she had trimmed of the lace cups, and so her breasts with their pierced nipples were fully on display. Over long lace gloves she wore her leather cuffs, and around her neck the play collar with the restraining rings. On her face, however, she wore a half mask, her mouth with its bright painted lips still available for any man he desired to give her to. The feathers and colors of the mask gave her a fantasy look, like an airbrushed sex toy. As she looked in the mirror, she felt herself moisten as she imagined the hands that would touch and caress her, and the cocks that would itch to possess her. Before they left the house he coupled her wrists together in front of her and clipped a silver dog lead to her collar. Over her shoulders he placed a long warm cloak lined with red silk. She was ready now, his pet, his toy, his treasure. It was if everything of the last months had been building up to this, the realization of their dreams and desires. It was a long taxi ride to the club, and she had rested her head against his shoulders and closed her eyes. The stripes on her bottom still ached, but she felt their scoring with pride, happy to marked in such an obvious way by him. Inside the club she walked with all the elegance she could muster, her shoulders back and her head held up, though with her eyes downcast. The tugging of the lead on the collar she found intensely arousing, and she was sure that everyone could see her labia swelling with anticipation. Above all, though, she was filled with pride for her Master, that she looked so good for him. From the whispered comments as she went past she knew that he was gaining a large measure of respect by his public ownership of her. "Ah, Nicholas, It's so good to see you. How have you been? Where is your delightful Sam?" A rich Southern voice answered back. "I'm well thank you, and mighty pleased to see you. Unfortunately Sam has been called away -- her mother was taken into hospital last night. I offered to go with her, but she insisted I attended this opening night. However, she also expressed a hope that I would take some time out to play and make her insanely jealous with my stories when she gets back." Nicholas's voice was rich with good humor as he spoke, and she felt herself drawn to him just by the sound of him. God, she thought, I am such a slut now that a man's voice is enough to make me want to fuck him. Her Master had trained her well, and he knew that she loved feeling this way. "But tell me; surely this isn't the delightful slut you have been telling me about? She is far too pretty for you. How's about I trade you Sam for her?" A mix of emotions tumbled inside her. The blatant admiration thrilled her, but the casual suggestion that she could be traded excited her and filled her with dread. Suddenly, she knew the edge that comes from complete vulnerability. She wondered what the Master had planned for her. "You smooth dog, Sam is too good for you and you know it. But despite your very generous offer, I must decline. However, Please join us tonight. I am sure that I can find a way for you to have enough fun to tease Sam into scratching your eyes out." "In that case, I gladly accept. I have a few people I want to talk to immediately, but I will be right over and find you when I'm done." That night, she discovered that being so sexually available was intensely erotic for her. Many men complimented her and her Master on her appearance. A number had rubbed their fingers across the cane marks slashed across her curves, and she had shivered. Others had stroked her tits, or tweaked the metal piercings in her nipples. A few had even slid questing fingers down to her sex and then made comments about her state of arousal. And she was aroused, deeply so. When Nicholas returned, her thigh was glistening with the moisture from her cunt. Her sex felt as swollen as a peach, and she was almost begging her Master to take her home and fuck her senseless. But He was happy to stay, content to have her at the end of a leash while other men drive her mad with longing. "Thank God that is all done, I need a drink and a chance to get to know this beautiful woman you mistakenly believe is your submissive." "Nicholas, you are impossible at time." Her Master laughed" Despite your claims to the contrary, not every woman finds you completely irresistible, and even a mere Brit like me can still win the affections of a woman as beautiful as this." Eyes still downcast, she blushed with pride at his compliment. "And, my dear chap, as for the question of whether she is truly my submissive, I am more than happy to prove her devotion to me. In fact, I understand there are some more private rooms on one of the upper floors. Are they available tonight?" "They damn well ought to be, I am the owner and I did request it. Come with me, and you can show me what you have in mind." She felt her tummy flutter as she followed these two men up the lush staircase. They had the air of two boys playing a game, comparing the size of their latest toys. Somehow, she knew that she was going to be doing more than just looking pretty. Nicholas opened a door along one corridor and switched on a light. A green baize table sat in the centre, laid ready for a game of poker. Nicholas ushered them into the room, and then turned the lock. "Nicholas, you and I have been friends for many years, and I have appreciated your support a number of times during them. Now I know that this was given freely, and I wouldn't insult you by suggest that I can repay you for your kindness. However, I would consider it an honor if you found some pleasure with my darling slut this evening." She froze in fear/excitement. They had discussed her servicing other men, but she had never thought he would do so in such a casual way. The thought of pleasing her Master in this way, however, was incredibly erotic, and she wondered how far he would go. What she didn't know was that her Master and Nicholas had set up this scenario some weeks before working carefully through the details, and agreeing a set of code words to allow them to be establish that everything was fine, but without destroying the impression that she was being offered freely to Nicholas. "That's a mighty kind suggestion, and you know, I think I'll do just that." With that, Nicholas lifted her chin and gazed deeply into her eyes. "Look at me child. Your Master has told me that you are the most incredible submissive slut, and that you love nothing more than pleasing other men at the request of your Master." She blushed, conscious that the truth of this was lighting a slow fuse in her sex. Still holding her gaze in his, Nicholas cupped a breast in his other hand and squeezed it, playing with it as casually as she we his own toy. He looked for the first signs of arousal, the dilation of her pupils, the relaxing of her eyes, and he saw them clearly. "Mmmmm. Quite the slut aren't we?" His hand slid downwards. Grazing her hips and moving inexorably towards her cunt. And all this time, her Master held the leash attached to her collar, quietly standing by as another man molested her. She couldn't help a moan escape her lips as the thick fingers moved across the slick entrance to her sex, parting her swollen labia. Her head felt back slightly, baring her vulnerable throat, and her hips rocked gently against him. She cried out softy as his fingers roughly penetrated her, their path eased by her copious juices. As his thumb brushed against her clit she jerked in shock, and felt a familiar tingle in her gut. But it was his kiss that finally ripped her open and exposed her slut nature. He kissed her hard, driving his fingers in and out of her cunt, frigging her sensitive bud, and his tongue fucked her mouth. The pent up arousal of the past hour flooded her and she screamed into his lips, pressing herself against him as he jerked and went weak at the knees. It was his fingers lodged in her wetness that held her up, even as he pulled her closer to him. She stood still for a moment, dazed and shocked by the intensity of her climax, stunned at the ability of this stranger to reduce her to a wanton mess with just his fingers. "I'll grant you this, she has a hair trigger on her, and her cunt felt mighty fine squeezing my fingers." Her Master smiled at him, pleased that Nicholas had been able to coax such pleasure from his slut. "Right, my little precious, it's time for you to show me what you can. On your knees and suck my cock, and get ready to swallow a gallon when I cum." Nicholas winked over her head at her Master, knowing that the language he was using would add an extra impetus to her service. Without a murmur she knelt, and with fumbling hands she drew down the zipper on his pants and reached past the boxers to the impressive cock already hardening under her care. She was lost in the moment, conscious only of the musky scent of this stranger, and the weight of the collar and leash connecting her to the man she served. Her hands cupped the silky skin of his sex and she lapped at its length, drawing her tongue up the shaft like a cat licking its paws. After some gentle lapping, she pulled down the length to her mouth and pushed her lips over the purple swollen head. Using her tongue to caress the frenum, she eased his length into her mouth, lodging him at the back of her throat with one smooth movement. She was rewarded with a hiss of pleasure from Nicholas. "Fuck. She's good, she's fucking good." "Just a suggestion," her Master spoke as if giving advice on a choice of wine for a meal "but you might like to grab her hair and hold her head steady. I find that way I can get a better depth and set my own rhythm". She felt her sex spasm again at the way he was offering her to this man, advising him on how to maximize his own pleasure with no concern for her. His effortless mastery threatened to overwhelm her. "Why thank you kindly for that suggestion, I might just do that." And so he did. He sank his fingers into her hair and used the purchase to lever himself more into her wet mouth. She was no longer giving him a blow job, he was fucking her face with every intention of filling her throat with his cum. His breath came shorter as she opened herself to him, tilting her head back to allow him deeper into her. Her submissive aiding of his use of her made the sensations even hotter, and the sight of his friend holding this beautiful young woman's lead as he filled her was too much. With a groan he pushed hard and paused, letting the muscles at the base of his cock propel his thick juices into her in urgent pulses. He grunted at the sensation, still gripping her hair as he finished. "Holy Shit, man, that was fucking awesome. I have to hand it to you, you sure have a n amazing young lady here." He bent down and lifted her up. "And I hope, my dear, that you enjoyed yourself too. Your Master and I have had a whole lot of fun planning this little scene as he figured you would find your own pleasure in it." She stared at him in puzzlement, and then she understood. Her Master had heard her mixed feelings about being offered to other men, and so he had constructed a scene where she could live the experience, but safely. Shyly, she hugged Nicholas and smiled at him. "I hope that I gave you complete satisfaction on my Master's behalf. It was my pleasure to serve you." And then she hugged her Master and whispered in his ear. "And thank you, sir, for that wonderful present. If she may say this without being rude, you are far too kind to your submissive, though she isn't complaining." So, in the main room again, she relaxed, resting against him, waiting for the return home. She longed now, more than anything, to have her master fuck her completely in every way he wished. And that evening, after he had gently undressed her, he did just that. He made her kneel to him as she had done to Nicholas. He gripped her hair as Nicholas had done, and he had thrust hard into her as Nicholas had done. But he thrust harder, pushing deep into her, and she thrilled at his intensity. There was a danger in his passion, a fire which threatened to engulf him and strip him of all self control. As his movements stretched her throat, she hummed in anticipation, delighted to be the focus of such barely controlled lust. But he didn't cum, not at that point. He dragged her into the bedroom and made her stand at the foot of the bed, bent over, her arse bent to him. Roughly he grabbed her hips and pushed into her cunt in one fierce movement. She cried out at his entry, her body twitching at the friction of him. She felt herself a rag doll in his hands, he was enjoying her body for his pleasure alone, and she succumbed to his needs. As he hammered her, she felt her body shudder repeatedly at the way his cock spread her insides. Her head shook from side to side and she was barely able to hold onto the bed. At one point he moistened a finger in his mouth, and then twisted it into her anus, penetrating her with casual ease. The thought that finally he was going to fuck her virgin arse almost made her crumble at his feet. But he still didn't cum, not at that point. It was later, with her lying on her back, that he finally released his load into her waiting body. Her legs were up in the air, and he was thrusting hard and fast, deep into the anal ring he had fingered earlier. In this position she could se the savage joy on his face as he fucked her tight forbidden hole, and he could see her look of slack lust as she finger fucked her empty wet cunt, holding herself ready to explode when he finally ejaculated. She had never felt this full before, or been so lost in the pleasure of being taken. Her Master's cock in her arse was a revelation to her, and she was grateful that he was the first to take her there, making her feel like the special slut she was. Master's Pet Ch. 04 And then, with hardly a warning, she felt his urgency increase as he approached his spending. "Yes Master, Yes. Fuck your slut's arse, make her yours, she is yours completely. Oh Fuck yesssss." Part of her wished she could freeze this moment in time as she lazily tumbled through space, her body ringing with her own climax while it received the spurting of his. She felt so complete, so fulfilled. As she lay, waiting again for her Master's desire, poised and waiting to serve his needs, the old phrase filled her mind with happiness and peace. "I am my beloveds and he is mine."