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Master's Plan

By: LeathrNLace



When I opened the door I was surprised to see him standing there with another woman. He smiled and pushing past me grabbed my hair and pulled me to my knees, the woman following him inside. 

"Hello slut. Kiss my boots, and say hello to another toy of mine." 

A stunned silence fills the room as I struggle with the surprise guest appearance of a woman he calls Amanda.

He leans down to me, pulling my face up to his. "I know you are excited when I command you, and today I will command both of you to put on a little show for your Master. At the same time, you will both be made very aware of just how far you will go to please me. After all," he pauses, his eyes holding my gaze, "you are my sluts, and I know it doesn't really matter who touches you, my toys. You are always hungry for touch, aren't you?" 

I moan, then I see him glare at Amanda, a silent yet stern admonition. She immediately drops to her knees, lips to his boots, kissing, worshiping. 

My heart is pounding, and I am wondering just what he has up his sleeve. He has mentioned bringing another woman with him in the past, although I thought perhaps I would be warned before he ever actually made good on threats of having several sluts serve him at once. 

I remember the night he articulated the idea. 

"Willing women, like you, women who like to be used and made to beg, - you love serving me because of how I control you -its this very thing that will have you, and somebody else" he softly laughed "pleasing me with your slutty service."

His very manner of domination was my downfall. 

I notice the woman next to me is still worshipping his boots, then he steps away and sits on my couch. 

"Stand up, both of you." We slowly rise, looking only at him. I notice he already has a bulge in his jeans as he watches the two of us.

"Face each other, and undress each other, and…make it interesting for me, understand?" 

I turn toward the other woman, who is about my height, but her honey blonde hair is cut short and wispy, her body tiny, and girl like, I feel big and overdeveloped all of a sudden, and a wave of self consciousness sweeps over me. 

Her brown eyes are watching mine, and she reaches over to pull me close to her. She whispers into my ear "Don't worry, this will be fun." She then pulls my top off and I reach over to unbutton her blouse. 

She is braless beneath, her small breasts needing no support. I notice her nipples contracting in the air, and smile as she reaches into my bra, pulling my milky white breasts free. She leans over and begins to lick and kiss one, her fingers softly pulling on my other nipple, and then rolling it between her fingers, she begins an earnest suck on the nipple in her mouth.

I hear the zipper, and see him reaching into his pants to pull out his hard cock, already thickening in his hand. "Get out of your clothes NOW!" and she pulls off my hardened nipple, the cold air hitting it as my breast suddenly is released. 

Both of us wiggle out of our tight jeans and she pulls my panties off, while I in turn slide hers off her slim legs, both of us now naked and facing each other. 

He tells me to spread my legs, and then tells her to do the same. He zips back up, and gets up, taking quick strides to our sides. He reaches over and begins to caress her pussy, then starts kissing her mouth. 

I hear her gasping and see her moving her hips, trying to fuck his fingers as they explore her wetness. 

He pushes in two fingers and I watch with fascination as he then begins to ease in a third, moving his hand in a small circle as it caresses her cunt. 

He pulls them out wet and shiny and turns to me. He puts his fingers on my lips and tells me to see what a slut tastes like. While I start to lick his pussy-flavored fingers, his other hand teases my slit, already wet with excitement. 

"That's right slut. Lick my fingers clean." I moan, sucking his fingers, licking the cunt flavor from each digit, and hoping he doesn't stop fingering me. 

"Amanda." He looks over at the other woman. "Yes Master?" "See where my fingers are? That is where I want your tongue." 

She kneels in front of me, her mouth placing little kisses on my belly and then I feel her tongue reaching the top of my slit. Her tongue is soft and wet, and gently tickles the top of my slit where my clit is hidden deep in the folds of hood. 

He removes his fingers from my cunt, reaching down to open the folds of pinkness causing my clit to jut out. "Amanda, lick that clit right there!" and she moves her tongue softly but rapidly around my most sensitive spot. 

I moan, and my hips buck spasmodically as her soft wet tongue pushes in a caress along the side of my clit shaft. Her tongue explores me in a way that has a subtle nuance of caress. Her mouth drips into my juices and I feel my cunt and thighs wet and slippery. 

I feel another set of fingers rubbing the wetness between my legs, suddenly digits sliding into me, pumping and circling into my wet softness. The sensations are intense and I feel the building up of what may be the most intense orgasm of my life and I wonder is it more because I have a woman licking my pussy while a man fingers me and all my upbringing has taught me that to enjoy these kinds of things in this kind of way is wrong. Is it the thrill of this forbidden liberty that is more exciting than what I am actually experiencing? 

At that moment his fingers are withdrawn and I want to cry out but he places his mouth upon mine and tongues me deeply as Amanda continues her relentless exploration of my pussy folds. 

I feel all my senses becoming engaged in those moments of submission to the desires of the moment. I can feel him sitting behind me, his hand moving up my thigh and caressing the juices into my skin. His fingers tease higher, and Amanda also has ideas as she peels back my lips to push my clit out into the air. 

At that moment he pulls me back onto his body, his lap. I don't remember him removing his clothes, yet he is naked and I can feel the hardness of his cock pressing against my back.

His mouth close to my ear he begins speaking to me, as Amanda continues to lick my pussy, her eagerness more evident as the sounds of juicy cunt become louder and squishier sounding. "Slut, do you realize what you have allowed me to do to you?" 

I moan, unable to answer, thinking the answer is only too obvious. I think about how exquisitely hot this whole situation is and yes, I allowed it. I allowed it because I have never felt more sexual or more satisfied than when I am being dominated by him. At the same time I can feel my face flush and know I am turning red, I wish I could hide but know I am all too revealed in more ways than one. 

"Amanda, stop!" and she looks up from my puffy, dusky lips, her face shiny and her eyes dark with desire. I see her breathing is rapid, and her nipples are red and hard. 

He reaches under me, pulling me open with my thighs, all of my cunt and ass now exposed. He looks at her, "I want to show my slut something special, and I want you to do some thing special for me." Amanda kneels and begins tonguing my pussy again, this time, pushing her tongue into me several times, then running her tongue lower, lower, lower…as I squirm in my Masters hands, holding me open and exposed. 

"Slut, take it." and Amanda's sweet tongue begins caressing the rim of my ass, as I am held open and exposed for the cum slut I am. 

Moaning I close my eyes and her tongue begins to softly caress my ass, each time moving in a bit more, teasing me in a way I have never felt before. 

He slowly moves his fingers to my cunt while Amanda uses her tongue more and more on my ass. I am hot and wet and open and the fingers slid in easy. He adds another and pumps slow and at the same time Amanda has her soft tongue pushing inside and I want to feel more and I open and open and more of his hand moves deeper, I feel him fold in his thumb and begin the steady push, the big push, the full push, the feel of a giant huge cock inside of me, but it is really his hand and the awareness scares me and I tighten, but want to remain so open, so invaded, so full and fully dominated. 

And then Amanda, she moves to the wrist that juts from my stretched hole and begins to lick it, coming closer and closer to my cunt, her tongue softly lapping up and down at my clit while his hand moves real slow inside of me. 

I am practically transcendent with the sensation. His hand ever invading me, spreading me, owning me, marking me and making me crave only what it can do…her lips, the balm of softness, the wetness and soft insistence.

All at once he shifts, and I feel his hard cock at my back. He moves it up and down my slit, the wetness coating him, all my holes open to him…but I never doubted he would slid into my ass, and that indeed is where he began his slow grind. My cunt already filled with his hand, my clit assaulted by a hot willing slave of his, and now my ass, full of his hard cock, and I could feel him then, with his fingers inside my cunt begin to caress his own cock thru the membrane. 

"I own you slut. You always crave how I take you. You always will." 

I knew it was true as I felt myself give into the waves of sensation coming from my holes, all filled and wet and full of pulsing feelings, wave upon wave of a hot clenching cum, a toe curling spasm, making me groan and clench and gasp as if I was without air. 

I hear him breathing in my hair, a soft groan escaping his lips as he feels my ass contracting around his hardness, the rhythm of my cum a hard caress around him as he holds himself deep inside of me. 

I feel myself begin to go limp, my body wet and shiny with sweat and the juices of sex. He slowly begins pumping his hand in and out again, and I twitch on him begging "No, no…not yet! Please!!" 

I see him looking down and I note that Amanda has left my wet opening to lick his balls and tease his inner thighs with her tongue. I hear the catch in his breath as his hand begins to leave my cunt and his hips move ever so slightly, legs spreading. His hands upon my waist, he lifts me and the invading cock begins to ease from my ass. As it pops out he smacks my ass. "Get something to clean my cock because I am far from done with you sluts." 

Putting his feet up, his ass open and exposed for the busy tongue of Amanda, exploring the tender ring, his hand wraps around his cock, pulling on it, slow and deliberate as she tongues him more and more deeply.

When I return with a warm, wet cloth his eyes are closed, his hips moving slowly in a soft fucking motion, Amanda's tongue is inside him fucking his ass like a small cock. I watch in fascination for a moment, and then kneel next to her, my hand reaching out to let Master know I am there to wipe his cock, and his hands fall away as I softly caress his shaft and thoroughly clean his cock head. 

I note the throb of the vein along the shaft and see his balls tight and round "Yes, slut, lick my ass!" I hear his voice directed at Amanda. 

She moans in reply, her mouth noisy as she continues to tongue him. I lean down and begin a long soft lick, wetting a trail from balls to prick head. I hear him groan as his hand wraps itself into my hair, softly sliding along the base of my skull, his thumb softly stroking my neck before a savage grab in my hair as he yanks my mouth down further on his cock, pushing in slowly and deliberately as I am held in place. 

I glance up, eyes pleading and he just stares into my eyes whispering "Please your Master, please your Master…" a command that only compels compliance from a willing slave. And as I struggle to let him fuck my face, his voice hypnotic, and with his other hand I see he has Amanda's hair in a similar grip, her face still flush against him as her tongue worships his ass and he speaks to us both, eager to serve him, hungry to please. 

"Please your Master" with each phrase his hips moving slowly up and down. His cock continued widening my mouth and I feel him nudge in a bit more. "Mmmmmphhhhhh!" I pushed back against his steady grip. 

"What's the matter my little beggar? Not hungry anymore?" and he pulls Amanda away from his wet, dusky pink ass. "Or is it variety you crave?" and with that he pulls my face down. 

I knew I was about to switch places with Amanda, and at that moment his voice once more began its hypnotic chant: "Please your Master." and I want nothing more than to be commanded to do what I already am craving to do. Please my Master. 

I lick around softly, breathing on his tender wet skin, my tongue dancing around the entrance to his ass in a tease. He holds perfectly still, as if my actions have no effect, yet I see the flesh on his thighs quiver as he struggles to make me work harder at pleasing him. "Slave, please your Master! The afternoon is young and I have no where to be but right here being pleased by my sweet sluts." I moaned, in what I hoped he knew was my appreciation for such an opportunity, wondering at the same time what delicious wickedness would be up and coming.

Master's Plan



You've got your arm through mine as we walk down the hot sidewalk, feeling my blue blazer between your fingers and smiling, looking over at me. I smile back through my sunglasses, practically licking my lips as I look you up and down. Your hair is flowing down your back, and your womanly curves look perfect in the skimpy camisole and short skirt I bought you. You're practically leading me as we approach the bus stop, because I can't keep my eyes off of your legs escaping that short hem on your black skirt.

Finally, the bus arrives, and you do just as you're told once we are on it. The bus driver just shakes his head as I pay, and I walk you all the way to the back seat. The mix of people on the city bus react in every way. A little old woman sticks her lip out and looks away, some businessmen elbow each other and take turns looking in your direction then looking down at their newspaper. A young college co-ed rolls her eyes at her friend as you walk by, your hair grazing her shoulder, and a young black man sitting facing the middle of the bus just looks you up and down, staring at your chest and trying to peek between your legs as you sit down next to me.

You call me Master, just like I told you to, and ask me loudly what you'd like me to do in a voice most of the bus can hear. I can tell you're a little nervous, you're shaking, but you know how to do what you're told. You're almost thankful when I direct you to get on your knees in front of me and unzip my slacks. Even though your panty-clad ass is visible to the bus crowd, you don't have to look at them anymore.

I smile at the bus as my strong hands squeeze your shoulders comfortingly and run down your back. My cock's almost hard already, so it's not difficult for you to pull it out. Eager to lose yourself in the sex, you start immediately sucking and licking my shaft.

The black guy lets out a howl as he watches your head go down on my cock, and I can see your face turn red. The old lady gasps, the co-eds start to chatter, and the businessmen no longer worry about staring impolitely. I can't tell for sure what the bus driver is doing from here, but I think he might be rubbing himself. He makes his stops, though, and everyone who gets on stops in surprise to stare at you before taking their seats. Keep going, though, baby. It feels so good for your Master.

I unbutton your little shirt to caress your perfect, soft tits, feeling your nipples getting hard under my thumbs. You lick up and down my shaft and ask loudly if you're doing it right. My large hand on the back of your head is answer enough for you to keep going, taking as much of my cock as you can into your throat.

After you gag a little, I decide you need a rest and tell you to get on the seat and lift your black mini skirt and spread your legs....

As she gets up and sits down in the seat next to her Master she lifts the hem of her short skirt. Anyone sitting close by can clearly tell that her pussy is already soaking wet. He reaches over and places his hand over her mound, making her groan with the sensation of what his hand is doing to her. He slowly moves her panties to the side and places his fingers between the lips of her soaking pussy, her head falls back in ecstasy. She is so close to cumming, but she knows that she dare not cum without receiving permission from her Master first. "Oh Master" she moans with a growl, "can I cum please Master?" "No Darling" he tells her, "you have to wait for my hard cock to do that". The bus pulls to their stop and he stands up and reaches his hand out for her, he knows she will have a hard time standing and walking. As they exit the bus he can hear the whispers of the other men. The black man starts to rise out of his seat, all her lover does is looks at him and nods "no". The Business men stand up and he looks at them and smiles, these will be just fine for what I have in mind for my little Darling......

His hand on the small of her back guides her off of the crowded bus and he walks her into his office building, abandoned for the holiday. He casts a glance backwards to make sure the two gentlemen from the bus are following, then squeezes her ass briefly in anticipation of what's to come. She giggles and blushes slightly. She's still flush from the fun on the bus. A look in the reflection of the door let her know that the two men were following, and she had a feeling they were following for her. The thought of being alone in that outfit with three men, two of them strangers, scared her a little. She knew as the door closed behind them that she was helpless now. And even as she swallowed the lump in her throat, her pussy caught fire again.

Her lover's cock was out and hard the minute they stepped into the office on the tenth floor. He could barely contain himself at that point, but he wanted to taste his slaves sweet, wet pussy before the others arrived. "Lay up on the desk for Master, and spread those legs for me," he commanded her.

"Yes, Sir," she said, doing as she was told. The aroma of her pussy seemed to fill the room and fog the man's brain into a frenzy. He began kissing slowly down her stomach, his hands all over, making her nipples hard, pushing her legs further apart, holding her hips. She could feel his hot breath over her clit, teasing her as his mouth passed by and kissed her inner thigh.

A frustrated whimper escaped her lips. "Ohhh Master please lick my wet pussy. Please, I'll do anything."

The man smiled. "You sure will," he thought to himself. And just like that, his tongue flicked against her clit three times, then flattened and ran allllll the way up the length of her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhohoh yes! Yes, Master, yes!" Her hips thrust forward to his tongue as he began licking, his tongue everywhere. His wet lips gently sucked her clit and he lapped up her wetness as if it would run out. He worked his cock with one hand while the other found two fingers sliding easily into her soaking hole. He curled them inside her and moved them slowly in and out as his mouth drove her clit wild.

"Oh god, Master, I want to cum!" she squealed....

That's when the door opened. In what seemed like a flash, she found herself wet and exposed with three men and their hard cocks standing in a semi-circle around the desk. One smiled and licked his lips; one looked at her, breathing through his mouth as he jerked his hard cock looking at her. Her Master looked at her sternly, and she trembled.

"Get on your knees."

She knew what that meant, and she did as she was told. Immediately she grabbed two of the hard shafts in front of her and began sucking the third, soft lips and matted hair bobbing frantically up and down on the cock. After a few seconds, she'd switch cocks with one of her hands so that they all got to feel her hot mouth.

"Fuck, she's good," one man groaned. "Has she ever done this before?"

"With three guys?" Master replied. "No. But she's a natural cocksucker."

The third man's big hands were playing with her tits while she stroked him, and her Master put his hands on the back of her head and began fucking her face. She winced at first and tried not to gag.

"Open your eyes and look up at me, sweetie. I want to look you in the eye when I fuck your pretty mouth."

With that command one of the men stepped behind her waiting ass...

She thinks to herself, "this is going to be a long, long day".



Master's Playroom



Upon entering His playroom, Master finds me awaiting Him, a hopeful look in my eyes as i gaze at the floor from my kneeling position. On some nights, Master would send me to bed at this point, knowing how much i disliked not serving Him in ALL ways before the evening was finished. He had explained to me that on those nights, He felt it best to remind me that we don't always get what we want. But on this night, something sizzled in the air, something not quite tangible, something that told me bedtime was a long way off. Master approaches me swiftly, and, reaching down, winds my curling tresses around His hand to pull my head up. Looking steadily into my eyes, He begins explaining to me what He has in store for the night's activities, knowing how the anticipation would slowly drive me insane. 

"Little one, you will begin by setting out some of O/our favorite playthings. I will tell you which ones to select. When you have finished, and each one is in it's proper place on the table, you will then lay yourself, face down, on the padded bench. Do remember to stretch out each of your limbs, little one, for I do not wish to lift your arms and legs Myself. I shall be most unhappy if that is the case. If I am pleased with your behavior during O/our play time, I will allow you to crawl to Me as I sit in My chair, and perhaps I will tell you how your appreciation is best shown. And, if I am satisfied that you are properly grateful, mayhap I will flog your bottom so that you may revel in it's warmth while you rest on your pallet."

With stars in my eyes, i wait for Him to release His hold on my hair, and then, lowering my face to the cool stones of the floor, i begin backing away on my hands and knees. When i am near to the toy cabinet, i turn and rise, ever so slowly, knowing that Master loves the sight of my clean shaven pussy peeking out from underneath my naked bottom. Pulling the aged cherry wood doors open, i glance inside and thendrop my hands to my sides. "The white vibrator" His voice floats across the room to my ears. i reach inside and grasp the vibrator, with it's labia clips, and take it out to cradle in my hands. Turning slightly, i place a kiss on it's soon-to-be-warm surface and lay it softly on the high butcher's block table. As i face the open doors again, i hear Him once more. "The clover-clamps" An involuntary shudder races thru my body as i reach out and take the clamps in hand. He knows that of all the toys in this cabinet, the clover clamps are the hardest for me to bear. Kissing each one in turn, i lay them side by side on the table top. Turning back, His voice breaks thru my swirling thoughts. "The red candle" Again, my thoughts are frantic, but my body does not betray me as i lift the candle from it's cloth. The red candle has the highest burning point of all of Master's candles, and it's wax has always left marks on my flesh. Pressing my lips to the deceptively cold surface, i lay it too upon the table, taking care that it does not roll off. 

Sweeping my eyes over the table top, i ascertain that everything is in it's place. Hearing no more commands from Master, i turn and close the cabinet doors before dropping once again to the floor. Crawling purposefully but slowly, i make my way to the far side of the table and stop before the padded bench. Master had this bench made specifically to His slave's proportions, so that when i lay on it, as i do now, every part of me is cradled in some fashion. Reveling in the familiar feel of the leather covered padding, i nearly forget to stretch out my limbs. There are D-rings sunk into the stone floor at just the right spots for my wrist and ankle cuffs to be anchored. My arms and legs extend as Master rises from His chair and crosses the room. He stops at my shoulder, bending down to whisper in my ear..."very good, little one" and swiftly attaches my cuffs to the rings. Breathing deeply, i smile as the scent of well used leather fills my nostrils. i want to tell Him that i am grateful for His praise, but to speak now would mean certain disaster. Master has made it clear that once his slave is locked in place, her ability to speak has vanished. 

Knowing that it is impossible, i still strain to hear which of the items Master has chosen from the table. It is a fruitless effort, but one i enjoy, nonetheless. Making sure that all of my body is as relaxed as possible (Master has warned me that He does not care for a tensed up slave,) i gently pull at the rings anchoring my hands. There is nothing quite like the feeling of utter vulnerability that comes with being unable to move an inch, and it fills me with a heated passion. Already, i can feel the bench beneath me becoming wet with my juices, and i hope Master can smell them, for i know that it is an aphrodisiac to Him. 

Just as the last muscle in my body has released all tension, the sound of a match being struck carries loudly to my ears. Before i can complete my next thought, a single, desperately hot drop of wax hits my flesh, just above my left shoulder blade. my breath leaves me unexpectedly, leaving me slightly lightheaded, but i do not flinch. The next drop comes, at my right shoulder, and on it's heels, the third, at my nape. Other than a slight flexing of my index finger, there is no indication of the immense sensation that has set my body aflame. A few seconds pass, and then an onslaught of melted wax covers my back, leaving me no time to catch my breath. When my body begins to threaten to stiffen, i force my way back into control of it and keep my limbs languid, just as Master commands. my eyes begin to water of their own accord, but no sound escapes my lips. By now, the multitude of drops must be well connected, and i hear Master's breath as He extinguishes the candle's flame. 

Taking that opportunity to breath deeply, i try to focus on what this part of O/our session has brought me. Pushing thru the surface feelings of pain, i work towards the deeper levels. Once i am there, i quickly find what i am searching for.....this has brought me balance. i am now in balance once more, and am refreshed for Him, ready to do His will. Smiling into the leather, i try to convey this to Him without making a sound, without moving a muscle. His hand caresses my bottom briefly, and i hear Him say, " I know, my lovely one, I know." His fingertips dance up my back, to the nape of my neck, and play in the tendrils laying there. As He slides His fingers just under the wax, i find i have no trouble staying relaxed. This is Master, and i am His, and His will be done. Slowly, making sure that His slave feels every last inch, He pulls the now hardened wax sheet from my skin. In any other instance, such treatment would have me howling in pain, but not now. Each new tingle of pain only serves to heighten my awareness, and to heighten my passion for Him.

Master returns to my shoulder, and, leaning down, wipes the unshed tears from my eyes. i know it pleases Him to see that His ministrations affected His slave strongly, but a sound she did not make. With a quick flick of His wrists, my hands are freed from the anchors, and He grasps my hair in His powerful hand. Pulling backwards, Master conveys to me that he wants me on my hands and knees. Placing each hand on the bench, i raise my upper body until my back is as flat as a table, and He attaches my cuffs to the rings on either side of the bench. Master then releases each ankle, so that they too may be attached directly to the bench. My head hangs down, so that my view is filled with the sight of my own breasts, belly, and thighs, and my pussy is well exposed to Him. The repositioning has brought new fire to the flesh of my back, but i savor it, appreciating what Master has brought to His slave.

From somewhere behind me, His voice soothes over me, infusing me with a liquid glow. "I am going to place the vibrator on you, lovely one, and turn it to full power. You may not cum without My permission. If you decide to disobey Me, the consequences will be dire. As for movement and sounds, you will find out when I feel you have overstepped your bounds. Make Me proud, little one." And with that, He reaches out and gently pulls open my nether lips, exposing my taut bud, flicking His finger over it once. As He holds my flesh open, i feel the clips of the vibrator biting firmly into each puffy mound. A wrinkle in my brow forms as i try to become adjusted to the new, slightly uncomfortable sensation. With a small adjustment here and there, He grunts His approval and reaches for the controls. 

Everything in my world narrows and focuses on my clit as the room is filled with the hum of the toy. my legs jerk once, the flash jumping along my nerve endings as He slides the setting to 'high'. my head drops to the bench and my hips tilt upwards as the strongest vibrations are attained. The sound of the controls being set on the floor briefly penetrate my focused thoughts, and the feel of His hands on my bottom adds to my now intense pleasure. Master lovingly strokes each rounded cheek, slapping first one, and then the other lightly. Placing His hands flat on my flesh, he parts my willing curves with His thumbs. The cool air of the room slides over my tight rosebud, and He begins to stroke it softly with His fingers. i am horrified as my body betrays me and begins to wiggle, just slightly, but He does not seem to mind. i have forgotten that He is allowing me a small measure of movement, as this is not usually the case. 

There is a sound of movement behind me as He straddles the bench and sits down. The merciless vibrator works hard against my swollen nub, pulsing endless waves of white hot sensation thru my groin. Already i am having to breath thru the pleasure, knowing His promise of consequences was not an idle threat. i want nothing more than to please Him, and so i hold the tidal waves at bay. Suddenly, my head jerks up as a new, wonderful sensation forces its way thru the swirling fog of my body. Master is now laving my puckered rose with His tongue, moving in tiny concentric circles, connecting my clit to my bottom in a most skillful manner. A shocked gasp escapes my mouth, much louder than i would have wished for, and His hand comes down on my ass, letting me know that He, too, was not happy with my noise. Grinding my teeth together, i focus once again on both Master's tongue, and the toy humming away on my clit. A few moments pass, and i can feel my body's honey running down each thigh. By now, my legs are constantly quivering, and my jaw aches from being tensed. Cautiously, i unclench my teeth, and let the blood flow back into my mouth. In the future, i must work harder to stay more loose, as tensing up only causes me harm that Master has not intended. 

i nearly lose all control when Master slides two fingers into my spasming pussy, rotating slowly to allow me the full measure of sensation. Almost immediately, i feel another of His fingers force it's way into my now relaxed anus, rubbing my insides firmly. He turns his fingers towards each other and rubs the thin membrane between them. Back and forth, Master alternates His intensely intimate caresses, until my body is on the verge of nuclear meltdown. He leans close and presses a kiss to the curve of my bottom, and says, "Not quite yet, my sweet, just a little longer." A long, mournful sigh slips past my lips as i gather my determination to please Him. i will not cum without His permission. i cannot allow that sort of drastic mistake. The vibrator carries on with it's relentless torment, my clit nearly raw from the constant abuse. 

Master begins pistoning His fingers into both of my holes, and my back arches as He delivers the onslaught. i can feel my tenuous hold over my body quickly slipping away. my eyes roll into my head as i desperately search for the last remaining bit of control, but there is none to be had! Just as i have resigned myself to disappointing my beloved Master, i hear His firm command. "Now!" The world tilts, all of my now-flimsy ties to willpower are destroyed, and my body implodes with ecstasy. A high, keening wail of joy bursts forth from my mouth, filling the room with the sounds of my passion. My clit swells even more, until it feels near to bursting, and Master does not let up with His attentions to my pussy and asshole. my hands fist and my toes curl as wave after wave of liquid fire shoot up my spine and out of the top of my head. my eyes are glazed, and i can no longer see. Master finally begins to slow His assault, and i feel His fingers slip out of my body, one by one. He reaches for the controls left on the floor and slowly brings the setting down to low, and finally, turns the vibrator off. my body can no longer hold itself up, and as much as i can, i melt onto the bench, my arms and legs beneath me. Everything quivers, everything hums with the joy of being alive. i am dimly aware of Master releasing my limbs from the bench, and Him scooping me into His arms. He cradles me close, rubbing my damp hair from my forehead. 

W/we stay like this for what seems an eternity, as my body recovers from the wondrous ordeal it has endured. When i am finally able to focus once more, i turn my eyes to His face, smiling at Him with all the love that His slave has for Him. He nods once, and i tell Him quietly, "thank You, Master, this one is most grateful for Your loving attention to her." With that, He lets my legs slide down to the floor, and, after making sure they will hold me, i kneel before Him. My body rebels at the thought of exposing my tender parts once more, but this is what Master wants, and so this is what Master shall have of his slave. He reaches down and opens the clips of the vibrator, removing the well used toy from my body. His fingers just barely brush my clit in the process, and my belly turns over on itself, a shot of fire pinpointing there. Tossing the toy onto the table, He turns and walks to His chair, and settles into it, a warm smile gracing His masculine features. 

"you have pleased Me well, my precious girl," Master's voice soothes over my sensitized nerves. "you may retrieve the clover clamps from the table, and bring them to Me." 

i know that Master is pleased, since He has decided to continue O/our session. Turning carefully on the hard floor, i crawl with pride to the table, rising slowly and selecting the clamps with care. Placing them gently between my teeth, i turn and lower once more, and start the trip across the room to Master. Each time my knees touch the floor, my legs quiver from exhaustion, but i do achieve my goal, and softly deposit the clamps into Master's waiting hands. Returning to my upright kneeling position, i await His command.

"Lift your breasts for Me, little one. Hold them up so that I may attach these clamps to my slave's willing body." A tremulous smiles crosses my lips as i hasten to do His bidding. my hands slide from the tops of my thighs to the underside of each breast, cupping them and lifting them high for His inspection. Master takes great pride in His slave's breasts. They are full and heavy, rounded delicately with dusky tips. He reaches out and tweaks each nipple hard, drawing a wince from my face. His eyes chill momentarily, and i know that my faux pas has displeased Him, slightly. Again, He pinches my taut nipples ,harder this time, watching my face carefully. This time, i do not disappoint Him, and my face stays motionless. He allows me a brief smile, and i know the danger has passed. 

i watch as Master takes one of the unforgiving clamps in hand, turning it so that the light glistens on the opalescent center. Taking a deep breath, i study the bit of metal, wondering how something so small can cause so much......pain. It is always hard for me to recall how much pleasure these clamps can bring to me when they are first brought into play. The four petals gleam malevolently, their teeth wicked and sharp. When placed on my skin, the teeth will bite unmercifully into my flesh. When Master removes the chain at His slave's waist, and attaches it to the clamps' centers, the potential for pain increases innumerably. When that chain is tugged on, the unforgiving teeth will tighten their hold on my nipples. If not used with extreme care, there is a possibility of actually tearing the flesh of Master's slave.

Taking care to hold my breast steady, i keep my eyes averted as Master places the clamp at it's tip. Without warning, He releases the clamp and lets the teeth take hold. i know from past experience that the only way to handle this with grace is to hold my breath for a moment, if Master allows this. He does, and i hurry my adjustment to the fiery bites of sensation. Master does not dawdle, and swiftly attaches the other clamp, not allowing His slave the privilege of time. i am still holding my breasts aloft for Him, and He nods, telling me to let go. As the full weight of each breast is placed on the clamps, the petals tighten, but this is nothing compared to what may come. 

Master's hands lower until He grasps the deceptively delicate looking chain that is wrapped around my waist. Nudging the clasp open, He pulls the chain free and dangles it momentarily before my eyes. A slow grin forms on His lips as He watches the tell-tale signs flicker across my body. Master is only all too aware of my feelings regarding this part of O/our play, and He delights in pushing my training to the edge. He attaches the chain to the hooks that hang from the center of each clamp. The silver chain falls from Master's hands, softly caressing my Venus mound. He places a single finger beneath my chin, lifting my face so that He may look into my eyes. The silent message is clear; i must offer Him the chain of my own accord. Gathering my courage, i take up the chain, and place it in His open hand.

Master is pleased. His eyes light up with approval, and He tugs oh so gently on the chain as He settles back in His chair. i move carefully forward, positioning His slave's body between His open legs. He glances at His leather clad thighs, tugging once more on the leash to my breasts. my hands come up and settle onto His legs, and He tugs yet again. "you are most pleasing to Me, my lovely one. I have very much enjoyed O/our time together this night. you may show your own appreciation of O/our activities by thanking Me with your luscious mouth." And with that, He deftly releases His rigid length, watching the undiluted appreciation in my eyes.

Smiling widely, i lower my face to His lap, and place a sweet kiss on Master's velvety tip. my tongue darts out to curl around the smooth curve, collecting the dewy drop formed there. Master pulls steadily on the chain, eliciting a low moan that i smother in His lap as i take Him into my mouth. The mean bite of the clamps is forward in my mind, but i try to focus on pleasing only Master. His hands slide to the backs of mine, holding them there passively. i would not dare to use them without His explicit permission, but He knows that i tend to get caught up in my love tasks, and may indeed forget. 

Opening my mouth wide, i slide my lips down the length of His cock, forcing it into the narrow confines of my throat. Master places the hand holding the chain over my hair, both pulling hard on my nipples and blocking my path to air. i cannot breath with Master's width so deep within me, and i start to panic. The combined sensations of fiery pain in my breasts and not enough air in my lungs go to work on me, leaving me lightheaded and disoriented. Knowing Master will not be pleased if i struggle, i focus on remaining still, on the feel of the smooth stones beneath my knees. Just as i think i'm going to pass out, Master moves His hand away, allowing my head to come up and the blood to rush back into my nipples. The feeling is so intense that i can't control the violent shaking that erupts, and i must take care not to bite Master while my world rights itself once more. Tears stream down my face as my nipples seem to explode in pain, and i work to swallow back a sob. The rippling in my throat serves to pleasure Master further, and He lets a long groan into the thickened atmosphere. When the fog clears from my head, i turn my attentions back to His steely rod, suckling noisily at the head, swirling my tongue around it firmly. Master's body twitches ever so slightly, and i smile around His erection. 




Master's Plaything - The Device



"You have a call, Miss Johnson. William on line three."

"Thank you, Carla." I said to my secretary. "Can you hold any other calls for a few? I think this is going to take a minute."

"Sure, Miss Johnson" she reply, a sly smile on her face. "Take all the time you need." Still smiling, she left the office, closing the door behind her. 

I stared at the phone for a moment, only slightly conscious of my hand drifting to the choker with the dragon pendent around my neck, the one that He had put there a year ago. Carla once pointed out to me that when I received phone calls from Him, I had a tendency to fiddle with it. If she knew the feelings and sensations just hearing Him invoked in me, she'd understand why.

Picking up the phone, I answered with a sound barely above a whisper "Hello, Sir".

"Hello, my pet" His baritone voice poured out of the phone and filled my body with a fire that started at my toes and went up to my head, burning it's hottest in my ever moistening pussy. "How are you today?"

"I'm doing well, Sir. And You?"

"I'm excellent. Did you dress as I instructed you to?"

"Yes, Sir. My black denim button down dress, a black lace bra, no panties or stockings, with my collar and nipple ring being my only jewelry." Originally, He wanted me to go with no bra at all, but I respectfully reminded him that with a set of 48DDD's, it would be hard to maintain an air of professionalism with them swaying back and forth as I walked. Since He understands my desire to rise above my current position, He conceded to my request.

"Very good, my pet. My reason for calling is to inform you that The Device arrived today and I want to use it this evening." The Device. I had no idea what it was or what it did, only that He had wanted one for quite some time and was finally in a position to acquire it. While I didn't fear for my safety, I did worry about what The Device would do to me and if I could handle it.

"Yes, Sir. What time should I come to You?"

"Directly after work. I want to have the entire evening to enjoy The Device. In the meantime, do you have your pocket vibrator with you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. During your drive here, open your dress from the waist down and apply the vibe to your clit at full intensity. However you are not allowed to cum until you are in My presence. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Then I will see you this evening, my pet."

"Yes, Sir. I can't wait. Enjoy the rest of your afternoon, Sir."

"And you as well, my pet. Goodbye."

"Goodbye." And I hung up the phone, my hands trembling from anticipation. I spent the rest of my afternoon only half focused on my work. My mind kept wandering back to our conversation and what the evening held for me. 

Finally, it was five o'clock and time to head out to His home. I went to my car and sat down inside. Once I was sure no one could see what I was doing, I unbuttoned my dress from just under my tits to the bottom and then pulled it from under me, so my juices wouldn't stain it. Taking the vibe from my pocketbook, I turned it on to its highest setting and put it to my clit. I nearly jumped out of the window when I did, but I held on. Once I had it positioned properly, I closed my legs, so that my thighs would hold it in place. The vibe was doing it's job well and I wanted to cum so badly it hurt, but I know that my orgasms belong to Him and Him alone and can only happen at His command. Once I was settled and could focus past the sensations well enough to drive, I started on the 20 minute drive to His house.

By the time I arrived, I was a wreck. It had taken all my willpower not to give in to the vibe and have a wet, wonderful orgasm. I could barely stand when I got out of the car and my first few steps were very wobbly. But I made it to His front door with most of my dignity in tack. I knocked on the door and waited patiently for Him to let me in.

"Welcome, my pet. How was your drive?" He asked, at the same time reaching between my legs to slide His middle finger into my drenched pussy. "Feels like it was a good one. You didn't cum did you?"

"No, Sir! I would never disappoint or disrespect you in that manner."

"Good, my pet, Good. Please come in."

"Thank you, Sir." I walked in and closed the door behind me. As was expected of me, I removed my clothing and hung them on the hook next to the entrance. One of the rules established when He put His symbol on me was that I was no longer allowed to wear clothing when we were in a private setting. There was a time when I could never have done such a thing, when I was ashamed of my plus-sized body and would never be nude in front of anyone, even a lover. But, in serving Him, I have found more freedom then I ever could have imagined.

"Come, my pet. Join Me on the couch...I want to prepare you for the evening ahead. Come lay across my lap."

I did as He commanded, laying across His lap, my ass directly under his thoughtful gaze. I knew that He loved to play with my ass and He knew that it was one of my biggest erogenous zones. After a moment, I felt his hands on my cheeks, rubbing them gently, then more and forcefully, kneading them as you would bread. By the time he'd finished, I was trembling, the urge to cum even stronger then it was when I arrived. 

Then He spread my cheeks and I felt something cool being applied to my asshole, and I smiled slightly. He was going to play in my ass, something I only got as a special treat. I heard the Him turn on the vibe and I prepared myself for its invasion. 

This time, however, it was different. Not only was something going into my ass, I felt something entering my pussy as well. He had bought a double headed vibe! I shuddered as both my holes were filled at once. I gripped the edge of the cushion for dear life, determined not to cum till He gave His permission. But it was so hard. He was pumping the vibe in and out of me faster and faster, with more and more force, giving it to my rough like I liked it. I wanted to cum so bad, it hurt. But my need to serve and obey was stronger. I held on, somehow.

After nearly 20 minutes of full speed fucking, He stopped and withdrew the vibe from my holes. My body was spent from the fight to keep from having an orgasm. I laid there limply for a moment before he asked me to stand and follow him downstairs. 

With much effort, I walked down the stairs to our playroom. There, in the middle of the room was a large...something, draped with a sheet. "There it is, my pet. The Device. Are you ready to see it?"

"Yes, Sir." Truth be told, I was scared to death, yet ready to do anything to please Him.

I watched Him walk over to it and pull the sheet off. My eyes bulged as I saw it for the first time and I wondered if I would survive the night...

The thing was completely silver and stood about waist high. It seemed to be mostly a collection of tubing and wheels, but the thing that concerned me the most was the fact that it had a motor! Sitting near the bottom and "purring" quietly, waiting to do what ever it is that it did. Belts went from the motor to the two large circles, attached to which were a tube apiece, each of which ended in a large, black dildo. Before He told me the name, I knew what the device was and what was planned for me.

"Do you like it, my pet? It's called a Fuck Machine. As I'm sure you can guess from the name, its sole purpose is to provide hours of sexual entertainment. I've seen them on the internet for years, and was finally able to obtain the model I've had my eye on. This particular one is considered to be one of the best, due to its dual motors...this allows the twin dildos to operate independently of one another. The height and angles are adjustable, allowing for any number of positions." Standing over me and looking deeply into my eyes, He said "I think we will both enjoy this very much." And He smiled.

Trembling with excitement and anticipation, I smiled back and said "Yes, Sir."

"Get the horse from the corner. I would like to start with that."

Bringing the horse over and placing it in front of the device, I allowed my mind to fill with fantasies about how it would feel to have this thing used on me. My clit began to throb as though it knew what was in store for it.

"Assume your position on the horse, my pet, so that I can lock you in." As I laid down, I always wondered why He called it a horse, when it felt more like a motorcycle to me. Wide to accommodate my frame, with padded collars towards the bottom rear for my ankles and near the front for my wrists, when I was in it, I felt like I was riding one of those racing bikes, not a horse. But it is not my place to question Him, so I simply refer to it as He does. In truth, the name didn't matter anyway...it was it's purpose that was important. He often used it when he wanted to play with my ass, probing it with vibes and dildos. He'd also used it for other purposes as well, such as spankings and wax play. 

Once I was in place, He secured my hands and feet, testing to make sure I was both comfortable and restrained. Then he blindfolded me, telling me that he wanted me to concentrate on what was happening. When He was satisfied, He walked behind me to The Device, and I listened as He moved it closer to me. Sliding a finger into my pussy, He commented on how wet I still was and reminded me that I was still not allowed to cum. He then checked my asshole and found it to be sufficiently relaxed and ready. He brought The Device closer and I felt both dildos' press against my holes. Instinctively, I backed myself up to them, ready to accept their invasion. Slowly, He moved the machine in even closer, causing the fake dicks to enter me fully.

Without warning, He turned the motor up, starting it in its back and forth motion. They moved at the same speed, alternating first pussy, then ass. A moan filled my throat as they were bigger then any dick I'd ever had, and the stretching felt sooo good. The rhythm was slow and I felt every inch pass in and out of my body. Once before, He'd allowed me to serve two of his friends, while he watched. I'd made Him proud, sucking and fucking them both until they couldn't take anymore. During that session, I experienced my one and only double penetration. And now, He was giving me that again, only this time, it was better, because I knew this machine wouldn't tire or cum and fall asleep.

"How does it feel, my pet?" He whispered in my ear, breaking me out of my stupor. 

"Wonderful...Sir..." I breathed, barely able to talk.

"Good." And with that, He turned up the speed three notches. This changed the fucking from slow and luxurious to hard and pounding. Within five strokes, I was back where I was in the car and on His lap...dying to cum. My clit was on fire, juice running out of me like a waterfall. Even my ass was throbbing, like it wanted to cum too. With my eyes covered, I couldn't find anything to look at to distract me, making it that much harder.

For what seemed like hours, He used The Device on me, varying the speeds. Sometimes, I would get slow long strokes, others fast, furious fucking. Every so often, he would vary the individual speeds, giving me fast strokes in the ass and slow strokes in the pussy, and vice versa. Several times, I came close to passing out from the strain of holding my orgasm. 

Finally, he stopped the machine. I didn't realize just how tense my body was until I collapsed onto the horse, relived that the struggle was over.

"Well, that's a good start. Time for the real fun to begin." 

He released the cuffs around my wrists and ankles, instructing me to stand up. It took several attempts, as my legs were like jelly, but I managed to bring myself to a semi-erect position. He waited for a second, letting me get my balance, before he told me to roll the exam table under the pulleys. Inwardly I cringed. I was truly afraid that I would disappoint him by cumming without permission. Afraid that the next phase of this evening would take me beyond my ability to control myself.

Once I'd pushed the table into position, He moved The Device to the foot of it, right between the stirrups. He motioned for me to climb aboard, and I did so as quickly as I could, my legs still wobbly from what I'd endured so far. Placing my feet in the stirrups, I waited for Him to fasten me into the ankle and wrist restraints.

When He'd finished with the cuffs, and made sure I was secure and comfortable, He moved back to The Device, adjusting the height and switching the dildo heads so they would align with the same holes they were in earlier. I laid there quietly while He worked, my anticipation growing with every second. What was He going to do next? What did it involve? And most importantly, would I be able to handle it?

When He'd gotten The Device the way He wanted, moved His attention back to me. "Are you ready, my pet?" He said, His voice sending a chill throughout my body

"Yes, Sir." I replied, my own voice weak, yet still full of my resolve to whatever was necessary to please Him.

"Good." Walking off to an area out of the range of my sight, I heard Him picking through the contents of one of the toy drawers. After a few minutes, he returned to me, lying what He'd located on my stomach. I shivered inwardly, because these were two things that could always take me over the edge.

First came the nipple clamps. He attached them, first the right, then the left, and my clit began to throb all over again. This particular set had screws for adjusting the pressure, and He set to doing just that, tightening them both, until I could no longer control and I let out a low moan. Smiling, He lifted the connecting chain and attached it to the hook hanging from the pulley overhead. Using the control chain, He pulled the hook closer to the ceiling. This of course had the effect of pulling the nipple clamps higher and higher, until my breasts were lifted away from my body. Far from being painful, the sensation of my nipples being manipulated in this manner only serves to bring me back to a boil. My pussy was on fire and I could hardly wait until I was filled and fucked by The Device again!

Next came the Butterfly, a device he often uses to torture me when we're out in public. He enjoys it because it has a wireless remote, which he will carry in his pocket. He loves to use it when we're out with our "vanilla" friends", bringing me to edge of orgasm while having a serious conversation about current events. I can't count how many times I've been asked if I were alright, due to my closed eyes and bowed head. Later, when we were home alone, we'd laugh about our secret adventures.

This won't be as much of a secret. Taking the device and placing it over my clit, he fastens the straps around my thighs to secure it properly. I steeled myself for the start of its tortuous vibrations. But, instead of starting it right away, He pocketed the remote and moved to The Device. Pushing it closer, I felt the dildos enter my body. He must have pushed it as close as He could, because I felt completely full, indicating the fake dicks must be completely engulfed by my pussy and ass. 

Leaning over me, He whispered in my ear, "Are you ready, my pet?"

"Yes, Sir." 

Without another word, He moved back to The Device and turned it on, picking a low setting. Already on edge from the nipple clamps, I moved even closer to orgasm from the lovely sensation of being fucked. But I also knew that I couldn't enjoy it too much, or else I'd risk cumming and incurring His wrath. Finding a space in my head, I retreated there, in an attempt to divorce my mind from my body. Just as I'd settled down, He started the Butterfly! I nearly stood up in the stirrups! It took every ounce of strength I had left, plus what I had in reserve to keep from cumming. I screamed out in ecstasy, as my body fought to orgasm and my mind tried to push it away.

Slowly, He raised the speeds of both the Butterfly and The Device. I was in another world. I wanted so desperately to beg him to let him cum, but I knew that would be a lost cause. In fact, the last time we had a similar session and I begged for release, He punished my weakness, by not allowing me to cum for a month...while making me masturbate every night for 30 minutes! I certainly wasn't going to risk that, especially after all I'd been though tonight.

Time seemed to stand still. With my eyes still covered (He'd only allowed me to take off my blindfold while I was moving the exam table into position), there was no way for me to see a clock to know how long I'd been down in the playroom. All I knew was that if I didn't cum soon, I'd lose my mind. Events began to blur as the fucking continued. Slowing down, speeding up, pussy being pounded, ass being pounded. I found myself dangerously close to passing out from the overwhelming sensations. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore and was about to give in, He said the word I'd been waiting to hear all day:

"Cum."

With a scream, I had what was probably the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had in my life. Starting at my clit, it just seemed to radiate throughout my whole body. White fire danced behind my eyelids as my body convulsed from the waves of pleasure. How long it lasted, I have no way of knowing, but I thought it would go on forever. And honestly, I hoped it would never end. I'd never felt like that before in my life and I didn't want it to stop.

As I came down from my orgasm, He slowly disengaged the devices on my body, released the clamps from my nipples and took my arms and legs out of their restraining cuffs. Removing the blindfold, he kissed me gently and said "You were wonderful tonight, my pet. You made me very proud with your control." 

All I could do was nod and smile weakly. Smiling, He went to one of the closets to fetch a blanket to cover me with until I was able to stand. Then He promised to take me upstairs, where he would bathe me and lay me His bed so I could sleep. My smile widened as the warmth that only He can bring washed over me. Even as I closed my eyes, I took a moment to wonder what my next challenge would be...



Master's Pleasure



The tone in your voice when you said “Do not be late” left me worried, I knew that I had done nothing to displease you. I wrote down the name of the hotel and the room number quickly, then listened to the message on my machine again to be sure. Sleep would not be easy tonight, not wondering what was wrong. You had never warned me about being late, you didn’t have to, I never was. I kept my clocks set a few minutes fast to make sure I was on time. 

I jumped out of bed as soon as the first light of day hit my window, took special care in preparing my body for you, and headed off for the hotel you had instructed me to go to. Once inside I prepared the room the way you liked and waited.

I was waiting by the door long before you arrived, and jerked it open before you were through knocking. The sight of you brought a warm smile to my face instantly. You looked tired, instead of pulling me into your arms as you usually did, you ordered me to kneel and strip. I dropped to my knees and obeyed, understanding now why your message was so tense. Your world had spun out of control again. It was times like these that my submission was of utmost importance to you. Reaching behind my back I unzipped my dress then pulled it off over my head. I resisted the urge to glance at you as I untied the strings at my waist and pulled my panties away from my body. 

As soon as I was completely naked you spoke, “From now on you will do this each time you see me, do you understand bitch?” 

“Yes Master” I replied quickly. Without looking up I could tell you were undressing now as well, I heard the ‘thunk’ of your duty belt as you laid it on the table. The rest of your uniform was quick to follow. You lay down on the bed. 

“Come, bitch, show your Master how you please him,” You ordered. I quickly rose from my place on the floor and turned to the bed. Your fingers were intertwined behind your head, leaving your body open to me. I climbed onto the bed, straddling your hips, holding my body upright proudly for your inspection. The soft light in the room illuminated my pale skin nicely, and I could see you were pleased with what you saw. Placing my hands behind my back, I lowered myself to you then, my nipples brushing very lightly against your chest. 

Bringing my lips to your ear I ran my tongue along the cartilage, whispering, “I am YOUR slave, Master.” I nipped at your ear lobe with my lips then flicked my tongue behind it and dragged it out to the tip. Kissing my way across your cheek I moved to the other ear and repeated the process, this time whispering, “The one thing in your world you have total control over.” You groaned at my whispered reassurance. I kissed my way across your cheek again until I reached your nose, then moved to your forehead. After planting a kiss in the center I slid my lips down the bridge of your nose to your lips.

Softly, I sucked your top lip into my mouth, then your bottom lip, then ran my tongue over them. Your lips parted slightly and I took you up on the invitation, slowly pushing my tongue between your teeth until it met yours. You offered no resistance as I explored your mouth freely.

Pulling away from you again, I continued my journey down your body. I moved over your chin, your neck, down your chest, making small side trips to pay attention to each of your nipples. I raised my eyes momentarily to be sure you were enjoying this, and was rewarded with a smile. Continuing, I traveled over your stomach and reached your groin. Without touching your erect cock I wetted the entire area, then moved to your balls and soaked them as well. Heat radiated from your manhood, you tried to move it to my mouth, but I quickly moved away. 

Bracing myself against the floor I ran my tongue over the back of your right knee. You jumped at the unexpected touch, I looked to ensure you were pleased and was again rewarded with your smile. I ran my tongue up the inside of your thigh now, then over your balls again before I stopped and moved back down, this time to your left knee. Repeating the procedure my tongue glided lightly over your thigh, leaving a wet trail behind. 

This time when I reached your balls I gave your cock the attention it was demanding. First my tongue ran up the shaft, then over the head, flicking at your most sensitive spot, then I pulled it into my mouth and sucked on it vigorously. It didn’t take long and I could feel you ready to cum. My painted fingernails dug half-moon shapes into your hips and ass as you came, I swallowed quickly. I felt your hands on me then for the first time, you pulled me away from your cock and into your arms, a look of amazement mixed with pride on your face as I conquered my greatest fear. 

Covering my face with kisses you told me how pleased you were. I felt my eyes tear up as I realized that I had just made the most important submission to you. You moved quickly and covered my tiny body with yours, plunging your hard cock deep into my cunt. Each thrust propelled me closer to the headboard as you fucked me hard. Finally you said the words I so desperately needed, “CUM baby.” The walls of my pussy spasmed tight against your cock as I came. 

As you pulled me into your arms and covered me with the blanket your pager beeped. A string of curse words expelled from your lips as you abandoned me on the bed and pulled your uniform back on. With one last kiss on my lips you smiled at me and said “I am pleased.” Watching your back as the door swung shut behind you, I knew you were. 



Master's Pleasure



She walked into her home, and her eyes immediately moved to the correct spot. There was the note, just as He had promised. She walked over and picked it up in her trembling fingers.

Dear pet, 

I have put out on your bed what you are to wear to meet Me tonight. Make sure you wear nothing that I have not prepared for you, and everything that I have prepared. I will expect your arrival promptly at 8:00 pm.

your Loving Master

More than just her fingers were trembling now as she kicked off her work shoes and walked into the bedroom. Her eyes traveled to her bed where her outfit for the evening was carefully laid out for her. The silk dress was brief. She knew the soft lavender skirt would only just barely cover her ass. The neckline of the top plunged deeply and was certain to show much cleavage, and the back plunged to the waistband of the skirt. The color of the silk and lace garter belt matched the dress perfectly. The stockings were sheer and soft against her trembling fingers as she reached out and touched them tenderly. Her eyes shone with her love for Him as she spied the lavender leather collar and matching wrist cuffs laid out above the dress.

She quickly stripped from her work clothes and walked into the bathroom to shower. She sighed softly as the hot water cascaded through her long blonde hair. She quickly washed and conditioned her hair. Her mind was reeling with the possibilities of the evening as she soaped and rinsed off her body. She stepped out of the shower and dried herself thoroughly, hanging the damp towel over the shower before going back into the bedroom to prepare for Him.

An hour later she was dressed and her hair was styled like she knew He preferred. She grabbed her keys and was out the door and in her car. She took a deep breath to calm herself a bit, and started on her way. It took her only a few minutes to arrive at her destination, her Master's home. She walked up the steps and opened the door she knew would be unlocked for her arrival. She entered only far enough to shut the door behind her. Turning to the left she found the pillow that she had used before and placed it at her feet. Then she lowered herself and kneeled on the pillow to await her Master's arrival.

It was almost a half hour later when she finally heard His car pull up the drive and stop. Her limbs trembled only slightly as she heard His footsteps stop just outside the door.

"Hello My pet," He said as He entered the house closing and locking the door. His hand caressed her hair as He walked past her and into the living room. Once He was seated, He called out for her to come to Him.

She rose from her kneeling position at His words, picking up her pillow. Turning slowly and gracefully, she walked into the living room and approached Him. She put the pillow down at His feet and resumed her kneeling position. He sat back in His chair and idly ran His fingers softly through her hair.

"Tonight My pet, you will show Me just how much you trust and honor Me." He leaned forward as He spoke to her, pulling her arms behind her. He locked the cuffs together and rose to His feet while assisting her up. He slipped a soft blindfold over her sparkling eyes, taking her sight from her. He then clipped a lead to her collar and led her from the living room to His bedroom. She sensed the wall in front of her before she felt the coolness against her breasts. He freed her hands long enough to hook the cuffs above her head to the eyebolts that He had embedded in the wall.

"Now My pet, you can beg, cry, and plead with Me all you want. You will not be let loose from your position until it pleases Me," He told her. His voice was gravelly in her ear as He pressed His body against hers. She moaned softly as she felt His heat penetrate her thin silk dress. 

She knew He backed away from her when she felt the heat of His body leave her. She bit her lower lip lightly as she felt Him lift her skirt and tuck it into the waistband of the dress, exposing her garter belt as it framed the rounded globes of her ass. He softly ran His fingers over her ass and backed up a bit further.

Unbeknownst to her, He had picked up a soft leather whip. There were about twenty, 2-foot long leather strips dangling from the exquisitely wrapped leather handle. He brought His arm back only a bit, then brought the whip down lightly across her ass. She jumped slightly, more from surprise than pain, as the whip contacted her skin.

He then began to bring the whip across her ass at regular intervals, each strike slightly harder than the last. A smile crossed His lips as her ass began to redden from His treatment. As each stroke hit her, she jumped slightly and a low moan escaped her full lips. After about twenty strokes with the whip He stopped, moving again close enough to her to whisper in her ear.

"I know you enjoyed that pet, and I can feel the heat beginning to rise from your sweet ass," He whispered as His hand caressed her reddened butt. His fingers slid forward a bit and slipped between the lips of her sex, caressing the moist cleft softly. He chuckled to Himself as He noticed just how wet she got from His treatment of her body.

"And this pussy is wet. As I expected My pet, you love having your ass reddened," He chuckled in her ear before backing away again.

Her body trembles slightly and her cheeks become as red as her ass. She whimpers softly as she feels His body and fingers break contact with her body. She moves herself as far back as the restraints will allow in order to prolong the contact.

He bends over and picks up His next instrument from near His feet, chuckling at her movements. He straightens up and closely examines the crop in His hands. It’s sleek shape pleasing Him, He brings His arm back and eyes her red ass.

"AHHHHHH," she whimpers as the thin crop raises a welt on her skin on contact. He smiles as she cries out and rapidly beings the crop down nine more times, never striking the exact same spot on her reddened butt twice. Her cries get louder with each stroke and the blindfold soaks up the tears flowing from her eyes as the pain increases. He tosses the crop to the floor and lovingly runs His lips over the length of each and every welt He has raised on her skin. He then forces her legs apart a bit more, His fingers parting the lips of her wet pussy. He leans forward and softly runs His tongue over the length of her slit, barely brushing it across her clit. He uses His tongue and fingers to tease her sex until He hears her moaning in pleasure and feels her straining against her restraints to try to push against His tongue and fingers. He pulls His tongue away and uses one hand to slap her pussy fairly hard several times. Her body jumps at the strikes of His hand and her moans change to whimpers from the new sting in her pussy.

He stands and reaches up to unhook her hands from the wall. After releasing her, He quickly turns her around.

"Take off the dress, My pet," He growls softly as He backs away from her, removing her blindfold as He speaks. She blushes slightly as her sight is restored, His eyes catching hers as they open. She reaches her arms behind her neck and unclasps the two hooks holding up the top of her dress. Her gaze drops from His as the soft folds of silk fall, revealing her rounded breasts. She reaches behind her and unzips the skirt, feeling the cool silk drift down her body and pool around her feet. Standing before Him in only her garter belt and stockings, her nipples harden slightly at the thought of His gaze upon her body.

He moves forward and gently pushes her back against the wall, her heated red ass against the coolness now. One at a time, with His gaze never leaving hers, He re-hooks her hands to the wall. He runs His hands over her lush form as He moves Himself back to admire her.

He stares at His pet for a few minutes, and then turns and picks something up off the bed. She hears the soft clink of metal links and knows what is in store. He moves quickly to her, reaching out with one hand and tugging on her hardened nipple. His other hand silently opens the clamp within it and places it around her nipple, quickly releasing the pressure so it clamps tightly around her erect nipple. His grin deepens as He watches her reaction at the sudden pain, her teeth lightly biting her bottom lip as a moan escapes her. He quickly repeats the procedure on her other nipple, not giving her time to adjust to the pain of the first. He smiles as she cries out from the pain in her nipples, her entire body stiffening from the suddenness of it. He waits until He sees her relax, her mind adjusting to the pain, and tugs firmly on the chain attached to the clamps. Grinning wickedly, He watches as her body arches, trying to relieve some of the pressure. He pulls harder so the tension remains on the chain, pulling her nipples pleasingly toward Him.

"Now My pet, time to make these wonderful breasts pink with your anticipation," He says as He picks up a very soft, short leather whip. He watches her eyes as He brings the whip down across her stretched breasts, grinning as even the first blow causes a pinkness to begin. He brings the whip down on her tender globes repeatedly as He ignores her whispered pleadings for Him to stop. Over and over the whip strikes first one breast and then the other, causing them to redden almost as much as her ass. Her tears flow freely down her cheeks and drop onto her reddened, stinging breasts. Once both breasts are a uniformed pink, He stops and tosses the whip to the floor.

He backs away from her slightly and begins to remove His shirt. Dropping His shirt to the floor, He reaches down and unbuttons His pants while pulling the zipper down. He pushes His pants down and smiles as her eyes are drawn to His hard cock.

He again moves toward her, moving her legs so that they are spread widely for Him. He positions His cock at the entrance to her wet, aching pussy. Smiling at her, He quickly shoves His cock deep into her pussy, removing both nipple clamps quickly as He thrusts deep within her. The combination of the pleasure of His cock and the pain of the blood rushing back into her nipples causes her to cry out loudly with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

He growls softly in her ear as He begins to thrust in and out of her, His cock buried deeply inside her on each stroke. Her moans of pleasure increase with each stroke of His hard cock until she can no longer hold back. She screams out in pleasure as her first orgasm races through her body, causing her to shake uncontrollably. His thrusts never decrease as her orgasm overtakes her. He continues to fuck her hard and fast. He fucks in and out of her for almost twenty minutes as one orgasm after another course through her body. Finally feeling His own release near, He thrusts His cock deep inside her pussy, moaning as He fills her with His hot cum.

After many long moments, He reaches up and unhooks her hands, supporting her limp body with His. He wraps His arms around her and gently carries her to His bed. He softly lays her down on her side on the cool sheets, and then climbs onto the bed to lay behind her. He cuddles her softly to Him and whispers in her ear.

"You have pleased Master well, My pet. Now rest in My arms and dream, knowing your Master loves and cherishes you."



Master's Pleasure



This story is a joint effort between Master & me. It is His baby, His first attempt at erotica. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did.

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Master and slavie sat at their desks in their office. His was at a right angle to hers so he could watch her whenever he pleased to. She laughed at something someone said to her and as her lips parted he had a sudden urge. He messaged one mutual friend who would tell the others that his girl was leaving her desk now and wouldn't be back for some time. Then he stood up. She glanced at him and smiled, thinking he was heading for the kitchen then went back to her research. She was stunned when he was at her side in three strides, threading one big hand through the hair on the back of her head.

He dragged her into the bedroom by her hair and in one motion ripped her shirt from her body, buttons flying. Her large breasts heaved as her breath came in gulps, a bit of fear in her eyes. He forced her to her knees and with one hand knotted in her long hair and undoing his belt and pulling on his button fly jeans with the other, opening then in a practiced motion. His cock was growing by the second and when it sprang free from its confines he shoved it deep in her half open mouth, over her tongue and down her surprised throat. "Now suck my cock, my slut!" he growled.

Her eyes shot open wide and he chuckled darkly as she gagged and made mewling noises around his shaft buried in her throat. He bucked his hips, forcing it deeper; her hands came up, gripping his bare ass as his jeans slid down to his knees, her nails dug into his flesh. He finally pulled out and she retched weakly, but her eyes told a different story, there was almost an animalistic hunger there when she looked up and he rammed his cock back home in her throat, pushing past the hard barrier the root of her tongue made and again she gagged, but her hands dug in to his ass cheeks and pulled him deeper.

"Fuck, your throat is tight... didn't think you could do this eh my slut?" He couldn't help it, he held her face in both hands and fucked her face, something she had always wanted Him to do, but he had always put it off. The feeling of his hard cock sliding in and out of her throat was incredible; she slid her tongue over the underside of it. If she could have grinned she would have as he groaned and a stream of curses came from his mouth, his head thrown back. After a few minutes he looked back down at her, a very dark look in his blue eyes, and suddenly the fear crept back into her. 

She thought, Oh goddess what is he going to do now? 

He yanked his cock from her mouth and pulled her to her feet then spun her round. He pulled her pants to her ankles and she swallowed hard, her throat hurt from the abuse to it as he pushed her face down on the bed. She couldn't see him, couldn't see what he was doing and she gasped with shock as he inserted a finger deep into her. "Fuck, you liked that didn't you my slut? You have led me on all this time!" He smacked her ass hard, his palm instantly setting fire to her flesh. "You dirty girl! All this time I thought you were just a little kinky and you misled me! You're far more of a slut than you let me believe!"

She whimpered "nononono" but he kept whipping her till her ass was a deep red, heat radiating from it and with each blow her cunt got wetter and wetter, she couldn't stop it.

"Fuck! You're getting off on this ain't you!" Again the fingers buried themselves in her, she squirmed and moaned. "Holy fuck, you are gonna cum aren't you?!"

Her face burned with embarrassment and she was almost ashamed, but her body had different plans. Her cunt muscles tightened around his fingers, and her body shuddered. He quickly removed his fingers, stopping the orgasm just before it crested and wailed on her ass. The pain did nothing but heighten her need. He cursed and found her strap on. He slipped it around his hips, positioning the fake cock below His own rock solid one. Then he guided the head of it into the folds her sopping heat, causing her to gasp.

He slid into her with it and in her state all she knew was she was being impaled. She moaned loudly as it penetrated her intimate parts and she shivered uncontrollably. Then the head of his cock reached her tight asshole and he smirked pushing it just inside. She reared up like she had been hit with a taser. Her head flew back, her back arched and a scream of deep seated need came from between her lips.

It was almost too much for her to bear; as he continued to slide in, she could feel herself being filled completely, her folds expanding to accommodate him and the dildo. Tears slid down her face, her eyes were closed, and her mouth remained open in a silent howl of want/need she never knew resided in her.

He finally was fully in her, his balls pressed firmly against her. He waited till she began to contract around his rigid flesh and then grabbed her hips and began to fuck her in earnest drawing moans, howls, and yes, even screams from her. In between orgasms she growled like an animal and rammed her ass back into him almost as hard as he thrust into her.

She lost track of everything, time, place, all she knew was the waves of pleasure crashing over her, his groans were punctuated with curses, slaps to her ass, pulling her head back by her hair, hands wrapped around her throat, and a growing tempo. "God damn it my slut... I'm gonna fuckin CUM, I'm gonna Cum... CUM!!!" He roared the last words and with three last HARD thrusts he not only brought himself to climax, but brought hers also. It was like she every nerve ending had been set ablaze and she almost literally saw stars.

After they came back down and she still basked in the afterglow, she felt well used, like the slut she was, Master's slut. He turned her around and dropped her to her knees, stepped out of the strap on harness and raised a brow, taking his half erect cock in his hand and smiled wickedly. Her eyes went wide as she realized what he was about to do and closed just as he released a warm, golden stream that struck her full on her left nipple and then trailed across her chest and nailed her right nipple as well. She moaned again as it trailed down her body and when it ran over her wet, sticky cunt and her clit, she bucked and came one last time, as he finished and raised a brow, watching her. She finally opened her eyes and looked up at him, love shining through the lust.

"Now, let's go clean up... this is shaping up to be a good morning, my slut."