0 comments/ 20682 views/ 0 favorites Mastery By: DaveDeSade "Has the jury reached a verdict?" Paula felt herself take a deep breath, and she reached for her attorney's hand on the table. "We have, Your Honor. In the matter of Paula Johnson vs. Smith Industries, we find in favor of the plaintiff, Paula Johnson, and award damages in the amount of $7.5 million." The air came rushing out of her in an exhilarated burst, and she felt like screaming at the top of her lungs, "I WON! " She remembered where, she was, however, and contained her enthusiasm. She turned instead to the man who made it all possible, her attorney. "Mr. Phillipson, how can I ever, ever thank you for what you've done! You believed in me when no one else would, and now I've been proven right." "Now, Paula, this isn't over yet. I'd almost bet that they're going to appeal. It may be months, even years, before you see any of that money." "Oh, I don't care about the money. Those bastards were wrong to do what they did, they were wrong to fire me for it, and the jury just told them that! That's all I cared about." "Good. Just keep that attitude. Still, it would be nice to see some of that money now, wouldn't it?" "Oh my, yes. You know what my finances are like. But then, you know almost everything about me, don't you? "I do know quite a bit, yes. We've been working on your case together for almost 2 years. You go on home and enjoy the moment. Let me talk to their attorney a bit, and I'll call you Monday." She glanced up at him shyly. "I'd really like to do something to celebrate. Oh, please, won't you let me take you to dinner tonight?" "Well...." "Oh, please. It'll be my treat. It's the least I can do for all you've done for me." "You know, you're right! We deserve to celebrate! How about I pick you up at your place around 8?" "That sounds great!! See you then!" He watched her leave the courtroom, watching the round globes of her ass sway beneath her dress as she walked. She had been a client for more than 2 years, and he often had trouble concentrating when he was around her. She was in her early thirties, and had a luscious, well-rounded figure. Some men might say she was heavy, but he was incredibly attracted to her. She had to have a 48DD chest, and he found it difficult not to stare. She must have caught him looking early on, because she proudly exposed her bosom in many of their meetings, wearing low-cut dresses or tight blouses with the top buttons undone. Her ass was just as nice, pleasantly full, and waiting to be grabbed, and maybe more. He idly wondered if she had more on her mind than dinner, but he had to be careful. He didn't want to make the first move, in case he was wrong about her interest. The state ethics board took a dim view of attorneys propositioning their clients. With a sigh he turned his mind back to his work, and went to talk to the opposition attorney. -------------------------********************------------------------------ He drove up to her townhouse at five minutes til the appointed hour. He picked up the bouquet of roses he had brought for her, and walked up to the door. She answered his knock almost instantly, and invited him in. He thought his eyes would pop out of his head! She was wrapped in a kimono, and it was obvious from the glimpses he got that she wore nothing underneath. He noticed her hair was still damp, and assumed he had interrupted her preparations for the evening. He presented her with the flowers. "Sorry I'm a little early." "Oh, it's no problem at all," she said, sniffing the fragrant flowers. She turned toward the interior of the house and he followed along behind, again enchanted by the view. She entered the kitchen, and pulled out a vase. "I hope you don't mind, but I've started making dinner here. I thought if I were going to thank you, I ought to do it properly, with a home-cooked meal." "You really don't have to do that." "Oh, please, I want to. I'm really a very good cook. Oh, please, stay and let me make you dinner here." "Paula, it really isn't necessary for you to do anything for me to thank me. I'm happy to have been able to help. And I've enjoyed working with you and getting to know you," he said as he smiled at her. "I've enjoyed working with you, too," she said, blushing. "Can I get you something to drink? How about a glass of wine?" "Wine would be fine." He seated himself on a barstool at the kitchen counter where he could watch her as they talked. He offered several times to assist, but she insisted on doing everything herself. The knot in her kimono would work it's way loose, probably due to the incredible chest it was trying to contain, and he would get intriguing glimpses of the body he had dreamed about before she retightened the knot. The conversation was very pleasant, and they laughed like old friends. They sat and ate at the corner of the table, bumping knees occasionally, and continued to talk. She had lit candles on the table, and turned the lights down low. The food was wonderful, and the wine was a perfect compliment. They stacked the dishes in the sink to soak and took their wine glasses with them to the living room. She seated herself near him on the sofa, one leg curled beneath her, exposing a vast expanse of her thigh. "You were so wonderful in court," she sighed. "Thank you. But I'm just one of a number of good courtroom attorneys." "Oh, no. You were more than good. I watched the way you handled witnesses. You cut right to the point, almost trapping them. I thought Vice-President Stevens was gonna have a stroke when you backed him into admitting he lied about why he fired me." "That was pretty funny, I must admit. And very satisfying, too. I hated that bastard." "You hated him. Think what I went through with him. It felt so good to watch you tear him down! That was payback for a lot of things. And, God, when I was on the stand and you were asking me questions, -- I couldn't help myself. I'd have told you anything you wanted to know. You were just so masterful!" "Do you still feel that way?" "What do you mean?" "Will you still tell me anything I want to know?" She started to blush, and fidget. "Well, . . . I guess so." He rose from the sofa, keeping his eyes focused on hers, and walked behind the sofa so he could rest his hands on the back of it, treating it as he did his table in the courtroom. "Then I'll remind you that you are still under oath, and there will be penalties for not telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Do you understand that?" "I, um . . . well, yes." "Good. Now then, Ms. Johnson, why did you invite me here tonight?" "Why, to make you dinner, . . . to thank you." "Ms. Johnson, that isn't the whole truth, now is it?" "But it is." "That's a lie, and you know it, don't you. You had another motive in inviting me over tonight didn't you?" Her face began to turn bright red, and she could no longer look into his face, his eyes. He knew.... "What's the whole truth, Ms. Johnson? Why did you invite me here tonight? Why did you decide to eat in instead of going out like you said at the courtroom?" She couldn't answer, couldn't speak. "You never intended to go out, did you? You knew when you asked me that you wanted to stay here, didn't you." She gave a barely perceptible nod. "Answer the question, Ms. Johnson!" "Yes," she said softly. "Louder, please." "Yes." "And is this robe, this kimono, something you would normally wear to entertain friends in your home, friends who were visiting your home for the first time?" "No." "Do you normally leave off undergarments when dressing to entertain friends in your home?" She could feel the blush deepening in her face, spreading down her neck. She trembled slightly. "No, sir. I don't." "But you dressed this way for me, didn't you? You wanted me to notice, didn't you?" "Yes, sir. I wanted you to notice me." "Don't you think I'd noticed you before? Do you honestly think I didn't notice the times you flashed your breasts at me in those open-necked blouses and low-cut dresses? Do you think I'm blind?" "I thought you looked, but you never did anything, never said anything. I couldn't tell if you were ignoring me, or didn't like the way I looked or what. Oh, please, Mr. Phillipson, don't be angry with me." And she began to cry. He moved toward her and placed his hand gently on her shoulder and began to lightly rub her shoulder through the kimono. "Ms. Johnson, I took every opportunity to eye your wonderful body, and I definitely am attracted to you, but I couldn't respond because you were my client. I was responsible for you. Do you understand that?" "Sniff. . . I'm so glad you liked me. I thought I was too fat for you, or something." "I think you're very, very attractive. But I'm not through with my questions yet." She looked up into his face again, waiting. "Tell me what you hoped for from tonight." She could feel the blush return. "I was hoping you'd seduce me." "Tell me what "seduce" means to you." "I, . . . well, uhm, . . . I guess I wanted you to make love to me." "You guess?" "I know. I wanted you to make love to me." "And how do you feel now?" "I still want it. . . more than ever!" "And what if I wanted something from you?" "Like what?" "Ah, ah, ah! You're a witness: your job is to answer questions, not ask them. What are you willing to do for me to make love to you?" "Anything." "Are you quite sure of that?? Anything at all?" "Yes, sir. I'd do anything you asked me to do?" "What if I decide to test that statement? Would you be willing to submit to my test, my examination?" "Yes, sir." Now, Ms. Johnson, I want you to know that once I start this test, you may stop it at any time, but as soon as you stop it, I will leave, and never see you again, except in a professional capacity. Do you understand that?" "Yes." "Yes, what!?" "Oh, I mean, Yes, Sir. I'm sorry!" "I will tell you that I am extremely attracted to you, and I have been since the moment I first met you." She felt her pussy cream at his words, and she knew her blush probably deepened. "However, physical attraction isn't enough for me. You called me masterful in the courtroom. I'm that way in the bedroom, too. Totally! I expect a woman do be totally obedient to me, totally submissive. Can you do that?" "Yes, sir. I'll try." "Trying isn't enough. You'll either do it or you won't, but I won't allow you just to try. Do you want to be submissive to me?" "Oh, yes, sir." "Do you want to be my slave?" "Yes, sir. Please, let me be your slave! Please!" "If you disobey me, you should know that you'll be punished." "Yes, sir. I want you to punish me if I don't please you." "Be careful what you ask for. I'm not talking about a pretend spanking. If I spank you, I promise you'll feel it for days. And remember, if you ask me to stop, I'll leave. . . for good." "Oh, sir. You make me feel like I've never felt before. That's why I set all this up." "When I started questioning you tonight, you didn't tell me the whole truth, did you?" "No, sir." "In fact, you lied to me, just a little, didn't you?" "Yes, sir. I did." "Do you think you deserve to be punished for that?" She looked down at her hands, twisting in her lap. She knew this was the moment of truth! If she said the wrong thing, he would leave and never come back, but did she really want to be spanked. She could feel her bottom tingle, and as she thought about it, the tingle spread to her pussy. She rose from her seat and walked around to him. She knelt at his feet, and looked up into his face. "Sir, I've been bad. I lied to you, and I deserve to be punished. Please, sir, I want you to spank me!" He took her chin in his hand, and looked squarely into her eyes. "Are you absolutely sure about this?" "Oh, yes, sir. Please, sir, please, spank me!" He took her hands and pulled her to her feet, then led her into the light and stepped back. "Show yourself to me." God, how she wished she could control the blush that she knew must have been rushing through her face. She was so worried about him seeking her naked. She knew she wasn't a model. He obviously liked her big boobs, but would he like her fat tummy, and her fat butt, and the rest of her fat self. She was so afraid that he would laugh, or even leave, that she almost couldn't move, but another part of her took control and reminded her that she had promised to obey. She reached for the knot on the robe, and slowly untied it, letting the now-loose ends drop to her sides. She held the garment closed, then slowly allowed it to open, wider and wider. She shrugged it off her shoulders so that it would continue to drop, slowly, exposing more and more of her body to his inspection. She could feel her pussy getting wet, dripping down her thighs, but she couldn't stop. She paused with the robe just above her nipples, then, taking a deep breath, let it fall to the floor. She watched his face, and saw his eyes widen. There was no sign of laughter or revulsion, and she let out the breath she had been holding. She glanced down his body and saw a rather sizable tent in his slacks, and she finally believed the words he had been saying: "I really do turn him on." She stood there, nervously, while he looked her up and down. "Put your hands behind your head, elbows out." She rushed to comply with his instructions. He moved closer, and she sucked in her breath. . . would he touch her, would he hit her, what was he going to do? But he just continued to look. He walked around her, slowly, feasting his eyes on her magnificent body. The ass he had watched many times was now naked before him, and it was just as he had imagined; round and full and pale white. He continued his walk, raising his gaze to her breasts. Having her arms behind her head made them stand out full. They sagged a bit, as was to be expected, but he found that to make her more attractive. Her nipples were hard, he hoped out of arousal rather than the chill. He raised his hand to her cheek and stroked it lightly. She whimpered at the contact, and pressed her lips to his hand. He slid the hand behind her head, stepped forward, and crushed his lips to hers. She felt his tongue probing at her lips, and she opened them to accept his tongue into her mouth. She met it there with her tongue, and the two tongues intertwined as if in dance. Her body sagged against his, and she moaned into his mouth. As quickly as it began, he broke the kiss, grabbed her arm and yanked her over to the sofa she had been sitting on not long ago. He bent her over the back so that her hands rested on the seat, her feet on tiptoes, barely touching the floor. She lowered her face into the cushion and waited. And he watched. He saw the tensing of her buttocks, and knew she couldn't hold the tension for long. One hand rested in the center of her back and the other was poised, waiting. He saw the muscles relax, and delivered the first blow: SMACK! to her right cheek, then quickly, SMACK! again to the left. She cried out in surprise and pain. He could see glowing pink handprints on the pale white of her ass, and his cock twitched at the sight. He waited again, then, when she at last relaxed, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! He struck quickly, again, and again. She was feeling it, squirming despite her best intentions to take her punishment, crying as the heat spread within her ass. But at the same time, she felt another heat swelling, this one in her pussy, and the growing heat there was also making her squirm. He stopped after a dozen hard spanks. She continued to cry, and he saw her ass relax, then instantly tense up as if fearing another blow, then relax again. She felt him touch her reddened ass, and she gasped as it brought new tingles to the soreness of her ass. But the touch was wet and cooling, and she gasped again when she realized it was his tongue. He was licking and kissing her ass! His hands were on her thighs, and he brought one hand to the inside of her legs and started to run it higher and higher up her leg. Oh, surely he could feel the wetness that was dripping from her cunt! He began an the top of her ass, licking his way down her fiery cheeks, soothing first one cheek, then the other, while his hand worked it's way slowly up, and up. His kisses reached the bottom of her ass, and he began to run his tongue between her cheeks, while his hand began to brush lightly against the juncture of her legs. Her squirms now were not of pain, but of longing and passion. She spread her legs as best she could, given her awkward position, and was rewarded by a renewed probing of his tongue into her ass. She could feel his fingers lightly caressing her lower lips, gently enticing them to open and reveal the wetness within. His tongue continued its probing, licking lower and lower, suddenly swooping down to lick up the moisture that was building there. She moaned her passion into the seat cushions, and his tongue swooped in again. His fingers now found her clit, which was expanding from its sheath, and he tickled it as he continued to lick at her pussy. She was so hot, so ready! She knew she would be exploding soon! Then he pulled away!?! He stood up from his kneeling position on the floor, grabbed her arms and pulled her off of the sofa and spun her around. Again, she felt his lips crush onto hers, and she could taste herself in his kiss. Her hands went to touch him, but he grabbed them and pulled them behind her back, and she was once again helpless in his embrace. When he finished this kiss, he again pulled away and left her standing alone, with her arms behind her back. She watched as his hands went to his tie and pulled it from his neck. Oh, she wanted to see him! He began to slowly open his shirt, and he pulled it off his arms and from his pants and threw it to the floor. Then his t-shirt followed, and she saw the hair on his chest. He wasn't particularly muscular, but she had felt the strength in his arms, and she knew it was sufficient to conquer her. He slipped the shoes from his feet, and pulled off his socks, then stood evenly with his hands on his belt. He opened it, watching her eyes, seeing them following his every move. He removed the belt, adding it to the scattered pile on the floor, then reached for the catch on his pants. He opened it, then stopped. He walked toward her, took her by the arm and walked her to the front of the sofa. "Close your eyes," he ordered, and he saw the puzzlement before they closed. "No peeking now!" And he finished removing his pants and shorts. He positioned her in front of him, then sat on the sofa and had her kneel in front of him. His eyes were on hers as he told her to open her eyes. She looked into his eyes, then glanced down. Her gaze remained on the beautiful sight before her! His cock stuck up, long and thick, and proud. She started to move her arms, but he smacker her lightly near the elbow, and she froze, leaving her hands behind her. She licked her lips, then looked into his eyes. He was smiling, and his eyes twinkled in echo. She could see the lust in his face, too. "Please, sir, may I touch it?" "No, but you may suck it." She bent down, and stared at the hard, red shaft before her. There was a glistening of moisture on the head, and she stretched out her tongue to lick it off. She let out a moan: this was making her soooo hot! She licked all around the head, replacing his juices with her saliva. He closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure. She continued to lick, taking more and more of the head into her mouth. She closed her lips around his cock, keeping the head in her mouth and continuing to tongue it as she sucked. He groaned again, even louder, and his hand went to her head and began to stroke her hair. She began a rhythm, sucking in then pulling back until the head was barely in her mouth, driving him crazy with her tongue, then sucking him back in. She was so hot, so ready, and she sensed it in him, too. Mastery He sat in the chair by the window, listening to her move in the bath. He knew she was undressing, following the instructions he'd provided. This wasn't their first encounter...he'd been meeting her on business trips for a couple months. But tonight was going to start a new game, a change in their relationship. He heard her footsteps and stood intent on starting from a position of power. She crossed the hotel room slowly as she left the bath, a slight swing in her hips. She was completely naked and proud of the heat she saw in his eyes before she knelt at his feet. He was older than she was and it made her feel wicked to play sexual games with him. When he'd started talking about master and slave, she'd felt the heat straight to her core. He'd e-mailed her instructions and she'd been aroused ever since. Just driving to the hotel tonight, she'd been wet with anticipation. She lifted her arms, pressing her wrists together and tilting her hands toward him in supplication. Maybe he'd bind her wrists...? The thought had her quivering and she could feel the wetness on her thighs. "I am at your service, master," she purred. She kept her eyes downcast, but peeking through her lashes, she savored the bulge in his slacks, anticipating the sexual favors he would request. This was still a new relationship, but she'd discovered that the games he wanted to play were very addictive. "Have you been good, my slave?" he growled, "Do you deserve a reward or do you need punishment?" Although she kept her eyes downcast, he saw the shudder of excitement go through her. He smiled slowly, enjoying the power he held. "Your pleasure is my pleasure," she answered softly, not looking up. He knew her now, knew she was avoiding his question and the reasons she would. His excitement grew as he imagined what she'd been doing while they'd been apart. "Not an answer, my pet," he chuckled. "I have been bad, master," she murmured. Her hands, still held up before him, trembled. He thought of those small hands stroking his hard shaft and felt his cock pulse. Ideas were passing through his head. "Look at me, slave," he ordered. Her head slowly lifted, her eyes rising to his and he saw the lust in them. She was enjoying this and that made his own body heat even more. She was so eager to please him, to learn what he liked...and to be punished by him. "Tell me what you did." "I pleasured myself, master, while you were away," she whispered, slowly licking her lips. Her eyes were wide, hungry. He felt the thrill of anticipation. "I want to you to show me," he demanded. He could picture it already, her small hands stroking her own naked flesh, teasing her clit, stroking her pussy. He knew she had toys to play with...and he knew she masturbated against his express orders to tease him. To see if he would punish her. To enjoy how he chose to punish her. The thought of her masturbating for him made him even hotter. She slowly rose to her feet, her eyes on his face. Then she stepped back until the back of her legs hit the edge of the mattress and slid up onto the bed, facing him, spreading her legs to expose her pussy lips. She lifted her feet to the bed to give him the clearest view and then gave him a wicked smile. As he watched, she stroked her folds, teasing herself, licking her lips as she watched his eyes darken in lust. She lifted her hand slowly, licking her own juices from her fingertips as she watched him with a wicked smile, then she began to stroke again. "Tell me." His voice was hoarse, his body nearly vibrating with need. "Tell me what you feel." "I'm soft, hot...wet," she murmured, her fingers busy. She closed her eyes briefly, biting her lip, and he felt his cock twitch. "I love the way it feels to stroke my clit." Her movements grew quicker and he could hear her breath catch. His mouth watered as he thought about licking her, tasting that sweetness. Later, he would allow himself the pleasure of eating her pussy, but first, she needed to be punished. The best punishment was to keep her close to the edge, but not let her cum. "Push your finger into your cunt, slave," he growled, "Fuck yourself. Let me see you fuck that pussy." He watched her hand slide lower, her finger bend and disappear and his mouth went dry. She thrust her finger again, making a soft sound of pleasure. He could see her skin was flushed and he knew she was getting close. He undid his belt, wanting to do more than just watch. "Ohhh...," she moaned. She squirmed a little, rubbing her finger in and out of her pussy, her juices glistening in the low light. Her hips rocked against her hand as she bit her bottom lip. He remembered the feel of her hands on him, her pussy wrapped around his cock as he fucked her. He wanted to be inside her, to feel those inner muscles ripple around his shaft. He was afraid he'd cum where he stood if he didn't stop her now. He pulled his belt from the loops of his slacks. Time for the next part of her punishment. "Enough," he snapped, "Get on your hands and knees, slave." She simply stared at him a moment, her eyes dazed and aroused. He ran the belt through his hands and snapped the leather together sharply. The sound echoed in the room and she flinched, her eyes clearing and lifting to his. "Yes, master," she managed, a bit breathless. The sound teased his desire. She was so ripe and he hungered to fuck her, but there was punishment to be delivered first. She turned over, crawling onto the mattress on her hands and knees, her bare ass tilted up. She lowered her head to the bedding, her bare back stretched out before him. "You have been bad, slave," he growled. He stroked the leather belt across her ass cheeks. He watched her muscles tighten and her ass shift restlessly. "Yes, master," she whispered and he heard her arousal. It only increased his own. "My pleasure is your pleasure," he murmured, stroking one hand down her back. "Your pleasure is at my whim, slave." He paused. "Say it." His words were punctuated with a sharp slap on her ass. His hand left a bright pink mark on her pale skin. He heard the little sound she made and smiled. "My pleasure is at your whim, master." She whispered it, but the sound carried in the tense room. He gave her other ass cheek a slap with his hand. "Say it again." Her voice was breathless, "My pleasure is at your whim, master." He stepped back, cracking the belt like a whip, seeing the shudder go through her. It was such a temptation...they both enjoyed spanking but he was careful not to take it too far. They'd only been together a couple times and he wanted so much more than to just punish her. He undid his slacks, biting back the groan as his cock surged free. "I want you to beg for your pleasure, my slave," he murmured, giving her ass a light stroke and then a sharp slap. She gasped, shuddering and he could see her pussy was even wetter now, creamy with cum. He pulled off his shirt, watching her hungrily. "Please, master," she whimpered. One of his hands pumped his cock, making it swell even more, as his other hand gave her other cheek another slap. She whimpered again, her skin red, her swollen pussy tempting. "Tell me what you want," he ordered. Stepping out of his slacks, he stepped closer to the bed. "Please, master, fuck me, master," she moaned. He saw her hands clench and unclench on the covers and knew she wanted this as badly as he did. "How do you want it?" he asked, stepping close enough to slide his thick length against the crack of her ass. She shuddered and, this close, he could smell her arousal...sweet and musky. It only increased his hunger. "Hard, master, fuck me hard," she pleaded, bracing herself, her pussy quivering. "Yes, pet," he murmured, fitting his broad head against her hole. She tensed, shivering and trembling. "Please, master," she whimpered, "I need your cock." His hands slid over her ass and around her hips. He slowly pushed his cock forward; penetrating as slowly as he could stand...her hot, tight pussy enveloped him inch by inch. Her moans grew as he burrowed his long rigid shaft deeper, until he filled her completely. His jaw clenched as her inner muscles rippled around him. "Oh...thank you, master," she moaned, shuddering. He drew back, then thrust again, starting a hard driving rhythm, pounding her cunt again and again. She cried out, thrusting her ass back to meet each stroke, and he groaned with pleasure. This was what he wanted her for...she was so eager to take his cock. His fingers dug in to her hips as he increased his thrusting, grunting with the sharp sting of her ass slapping his groin, his head smacking her core. "Oh, master, fuck me harder," she whimpered. He was so close but he wanted to hear her cum, to feel her cream spurt around him. One of his hands reached around, seeking, stroking her clit. She gave a soft cry and he groaned. "I want you to cum, slave," he grunted, stroking faster. "Oooh, oooh," she gasped, bucking, her pussy rippling. He tilted his hips to ram his penis up into her and she cried out, cumming hard, her juices spilling over his hot shaft as she sobbed his name. He pulled out quickly. "On your knees before your master, slave," he growled, clenching his jaw as he tried to hold back one more moment. Dazed, shuddering, she slipped and slid off the mattress, kneeling before him, her face turned up to him. Her dark eyes were half closed with pleasure. He groaned as he wrapped his fingers around his shaft and pumped once. With a groan, he came hard, his seed spurting, spraying over her face. He groaned again as he milked his orgasm, marking her with his cum. His hand gently stroked her hair as she licked her lips, tasting him. Her dark eyes sparkled as she lifted them to his face. "Very good, my slave," he murmured, "I enjoyed that." "Your pleasure is my pleasure, my master," she smiled. Mastery Ch. 01 He walked in with the air of one whom belonged. And he barely gave her a glance where she knelt upon the floor. Instead he walked to the bar and poured himself a brandy which he sipped slowly as he stared at her. She was naked as she was supposed to be. Her long red curls fell so sweetly about her face, which she was keeping low to the floor. Her hands were behind her back, her knees tucked up to her chest. Her skin glowed like polished ivory. It had a slight pink cast to it underneath that first layer. Her eyes were a clear green, the color of grass. And she had no hair on her sex. He finished his drink and took out the cuffs. She did not move as he cuffed her wrists behind her back. Then he affixed the shackles to her feet. A short chain then was weaved from the cuffs to the shackles, attaching them. When this was done, he helped her up and over until her body formed a perfect bow, her hair falling behind her to the floor. When she was in position, he reached down and iced her perfect nipples until they stood up high, pointing to him with a whisper of want. She was a delicious creature and had been his for quite some time. He enjoyed her immensely and today he was going to make sure she realized how much he valued her. And now that her nipples were hard and aching, he placed the clamps upon them. The ones she enjoyed so much. The ones that made her whimper so prettily. It made him smile every time when she did that. Such a lovely pet she was, always wanting more. And as he tightened the clamps he asked her again, as he always did, "More, slave?" And as usual she whispered huskily "yes, Master, please." So he tightened the clamps a bit more until he heard her gasp. Then he moved on to his next gift for her, lifting up the flogger in his right hand and trailing the tails up over her wet sex, making her whole body literally shiver for him. She arched her back in her bow, even though the position could not be that comfortable, because she ached to feel that leather as he slowly drew it across her skin. He asked of her, "More, slave?" She whispered back, "Yes, please, Master." He lifted his arm then and brought the tail of the flogger down swiftly upon the heated curves of her sex. She gasped once and was silent as the strings of leather bit into her skin, bringing welts almost instantly due to the strength of his arm. And yet, when he took away the tails, her sex glistened with need. It was obvious to both his eyes and his nose that she was in heat. He did not ask again, there was no need. He instead brought up his arm and slapped her cunt with the tail of the flogger four more times. She screamed out in pain and pleasure as the last blow fell. Her juices covered the tails. He did not ask her now if she wanted more. He knew she did but he had other plans for her. He set aside the flogger and instructed her to turn over completely. Her back arched towards him now instead of away. Her ass pressed high. He helped her position her shackled hands between her thighs as they were still affixed to her ankles. He guided her to place her head low, nearly against the floor, as she pulled her knees tight into her body. Then he retrieved the flogger and without saying a word, brought the tails down hard against her naked back, so soft and pliable. Five times the tails struck the flesh, the last time the blow so fierce as to cut the skin and draw blood. She hissed but otherwise was silent. He paused a moment to regain his breath and look over the marks he had left on her flesh. Then his voice split the silence as he asked, "More, slave?" "Please, Master," she purred for she was a pain slut and he was aware of this. He could rip the skin from her bones before she would ask him to stop. So it was up to him to decide when she truly had had enough. There were drops of blood welling at the last of the blows. He knew she could take more. She wanted more. And so he brought up the flogger and again rained upon her back five hard blows, the last two again causing strips of blood droplets to come to the surface of her back. As the last blow fell, she screamed out. Her body shook from the pain and the pleasure and this pleased him. He put down the flogger and told her, "That is enough for today." But he was not finished with her and this she knew. He knelt behind her, where her thighs were parted, where he could view her hot sex. "Do you wish to cum?" he asked, seeing her desire before his eyes. She whispered her reply, softly, "yes Master, please…if you will allow it." In response, he placed his right hand over her sex, letting his thumb press against her clit while his fingers toyed at the heated entrance. He pressed two fingers inside and moved them slowly in and out of her as he whispered back to her, "yes, cum girl." Before his words could fade away, her body began to tremble and her need began to release. She had been on the edge, as he knew, so she came upon his command. She was a well-trained bitch after all. Shivers of heat seemed to burst from her sex to cover his fingers. Wetness like a flowing river drenched him, hot like a sauna as it engulfed him. She seemed to shake and quiver, trembling there on her knees, as she allowed herself the pleasure of total release. Her breath came hard, fast, her pulse quick, her heart rate quicker as she came, coating his fingers quickly. As quickly as it started, it was over. And he rose, unhooking her shackles and cuffs, dropping them on the floor. He ordered her to kneel up as he pressed his cum coated fingers to her lips and watched her suck them clean like the obedient pet she was. And when they were cleaned to his satisfaction, he pulled them from her greedy mouth as he spoke, "Master is pleased. Clean the toys for next time, pet." His heels were loud as he crossed the wooden floor. Then he opened the door and he was gone. Mastery Ch. 02 It was a cold day but her heat would warm him. This he knew very well. As he stepped inside the aromas that assailed his nostrils were a combination of heat and wet need. He smiled. He crossed the room with the confidence of one that knows he is in control. She was curled up on the floor before the fire, a book in her hand. She took a moment to mark her place then looked up, her green eyes wide with the knowledge she was owned. "Welcome home, Master," she purred like a kitten, crawling to his feet, her back taut and straight. She wore next to nothing as he preferred, just a loose t-shirt, black and no panties. Her tongue moved over his shoes, greeting him. He reached down to pet her as one would a dog. "Hello my pet, have you had a good day?" he asked her, his fingers casually combing her short locks. "Oh yes, Master, yours has had an excellent day," she smiled up at him, her teeth so white, small and even behind her crimson lips. "Good. Come," he ordered her, moving across the room and beyond, to the small room he had set up as their play room. Once inside, he took off his shirt to give himself more freedom of movement and he ordered her to strip. She lay upon the floor naked in a protective ball, her back scarred from the many times he had beaten her in this same room. She loved the pain he inflicted upon her. It was her aphrodisiac. "I need to hurt you, my dear," he whispered as he pulled her onto the table. There were cuffs built into it to secure her upon it. Her wrists were secured first, arms stretched high over her head. The bottom half of her body hung over the edge of the table, her breasts were pressed flat against the surface. He secured her ankles and stretched widely apart her legs, her hairless sex exposed. He got a paddle from the wall. It was long and thin but oh so deadly. With her legs spread and her sex exposed, he moved to stand behind her. His fingers touched her sex, feeling its arousal upon his fingertips. He smiled as he brought up the paddle and brought it down hard upon that exposed sensitive flesh. She screamed. She could not help herself. Her body jerked in the restraints as she fought them. She could feel the soft burn of the slap, her skin welling up as blood flowed to the area. The fire inside burning out of control made tears fill her eyes. She barely had time to inhale, taking in a deep breath, filling her lungs with life giving oxygen before the paddle fell again. Another scream split the air, her poor sex crying with the pain of it. The paddle was hard but thin and so the sharp pain of it was keen and wicked. As it kissed her skin, she could feel every nerve in her body singing, screaming as the impulses raced through her frame. It was almost too much but still it was her drug and she wanted it. She needed it. The paddle fell again then another one, quick. He paused only a few seconds between the blows. But now he paused longer. Minutes seemed to pass, her breathing became less ragged as she tensed and not knowing when the blow would fall but knowing it would. Then he hit her again. Another scream split the air, like ice cutting between them. She was on fire, her sex burned as if hot coals had been placed upon it but still she would not ask him to stop. She could not ask him. This was who she was. This is what she lived for, what she needed. It made her whole. Her exposed folds, her sweet and sensitive sex, were glowing red from the blows. The blood that slipped there like lightning caused the area to swell quickly. And yet he did not stop. The paddle fell again upon the swollen flesh and this time the tears did fall from her eyes, slipping down over her cheeks to land in a puddle upon the table. She pulled helplessly against her bonds. She felt completely exposed and lost in him. It was if she no longer existed except in him. His harsh breathing filled the air as the blows continued. Finally the paddle was set aside as his fingers trailed over the damage. Her sex was red, crimson, and so hot. Her warm scarlet blood had filled the area and it puffed it up, making it appear larger. His thick long fingers slid inside her hole, finding her wet as usual. She was a pain slut after all and such treatment as he gave her only aroused her more acutely than she normally was. She had served him many years and still her need for him only increased over time. This is how it should be, the feelings of a slave for her master. She should always want him more. Every day that passed, every minute, she should want him, need him, more than food to eat and water to drink. He was pleased with what he saw, what she felt. He would reward her later for her behavior. Perhaps he would choose to fill her with his cock, that piece of him she most worshipped, but for now he was hungry. He undid the cuffs that held her to the table and helped her to her feet, tears still wet upon her cheeks, her breathing ragged and rough. He brushed his lips across hers and slapped her ass playfully. "Go get my supper now, girl," he smiled. She returned his smile with one of her own, tugging the discarded oversized t-shirt back over her naked frame. "Yes, Master, thank you for using your girl," she whispered and then she was gone, her bare feet causing her to move silently from the room. Mastery of Silence Eileen lounged on the sofa. She was softly caressing the dark head in her lap. Silence lay stretched out, hands clasped over his stomach. She reached for a bunch of grapes and pulled one off to feed it to him. His gray eyes sparkled as he accepted the treat from her hand. The silver collar at his throat glittered as he swallowed. They had been together for almost six months. He had spoken only once, when she had placed the collar, and not since. She didn't seem to mind and he was used to being silent. He turned his head slightly to kiss her skin and tickle her belly button with his tongue. He was rewarded with a soft hum of pleasure and the caress of her fingers on his cheek. Their relationship had changed. She was still his Mistress, his...owner. Yet, in a subtle way, he was as much owner as owned. He knew he would obey her in all things. That was in his contract. Yet, he would give her more because she gave to him as well. She tapped his nose and gestured to the bedroom. He was up in a swift, graceful movement and had her in his arms before she could get up. It was a liberty no other mistress had ever allowed him and he enjoyed her pleasure in the spontaneous act. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers caressing his collar. He set her among her pillows and sat on the edge of the bed. She was softly stroking his arm, her fingers tracing the hard muscles. "Have you ever wanted to be in control, Silence?" she asked softly. He held suddenly still, considering her question. He nodded slowly. She smiled up at him. "I would like to give you something," she said. His expression asked the question. She stroked his arm again, then she slid out of the bed and knelt before him. The surprised shock in his eyes almost made her laugh. "I want to give you tonight," she said. "Tonight you are the master and I am yours." She sat back on her heels and lowered her eyes. "What is your desire, Master?" she whispered. A shudder of fear went through him. Master? Could he? More importantly, should he? She waited still and silent. He lifted her chin to look into her eyes. Her gaze was soft with desire, unafraid. He gestured to the bed. She obediently climbed back in. There were silk cords on the bed posts. She had bound him once or twice, but he had not really enjoyed it. The fear was too strong. He had one of the cords in his hands. She offered her wrist at once. Slowly, watching her eyes, he tied it. Then the other one, and her ankles, spreading her on the bed. She tugged lightly. One wrist came loose. She offered it again. He tied her more securely. "What is your desire, Master?" she whispered again. He was amazed at the effect her bound body has on him. His penis surged to in immediate, massive erection. He moved over her, pressing his hot penis against her. He put his finger on her lips and shook his head. She nodded. Then he plunged into her, forcing her to accept the entire massive length of him in a single savage thrust. Her jaw clenched as she arched in pain. He had not tried to arouse her and she was still dry. Somehow, she managed not to scream, panting with the effort to keep silent. He drew back and slammed into her again. She bucked under him, her head whipping back and forth as the pain again ripped through her. He felt something hard and cruel coiling in his mind, her pain feeding an emotion he shied away from and yet wanted. Again, he thrust. A soft whimper. His hand lashed out and he slapped her. Hard. She sucked in a shuddering breath as her tears slipped down her cheeks. His eyes were flat and cold as he plunged hard and deep. He slapped her again. She made no sound, her tear filled eyes locked on his, her body now limp as he pounded deep into her. His orgasm was hard and sudden. As it faded, he realized she had not moved with him, had not joined his release. He pulled out of her. His hand went between her legs. She trembled. He felt the wetness, but it seemed...wrong. He saw the blood when he looked at his hand. That shocked him. He released her at once and backed away from her. What had he done? He saw the marks of his hands on her cheeks. The hard coil of hate and rage surfaced in his mind. Master. He was Master tonight. He could do anything he wanted to her. A soft touch on his knee. He felt the rage flare. He looked into her eyes expecting, wanting, to see fear. He saw tears and pain. And understanding. She crossed her wrists and held them out to him. He gripped them tight in one large hand. He drew the other back to strike her again, watching her eyes, waiting for the fear. It did not come. Tears. Pain. Understanding. Trust. He released her wrists and turned away. The rage died, leaving him cold and empty. He felt the bed shift as she moved. A feather touch on his shoulder. And he broke. He hunched over in pain, crying like a lost child. She gathered him against her breast, rocking him, caressing, holding him safe in her arms as his grief and rage poured out of him. She held him until the tears finally stopped and he leaned against her breast, emotionally exhausted and physically shaking. Her fingers gently wiped away his tears. She turned his face to hers. "I gave you tonight," she whispered, "shall we continue?" She again offered her crossed wrists. "What is your desire, Master?" He jerked as if she had slapped him. He shook his head. No. "Master?" she whispered. Again, he shook his head. No. He took her hands and uncrossed her wrists. Then he placed her hands on his collar and bowed his head. Her hands caressed his throat and then his face. "I understand," she said softly. "You fear being in control. You fear that you will have no control." He shuddered and nodded. A gentle finger traced one of the scars on his body. She felt his skin quiver. "Look at me, please," she said. Slowly, his smoky gray eyes raised to hers. "Tonight is yours," she said. "I am yours. You must continue." She offered her crossed wrists again. "Master." She saw his fear. And the old hate and rage still lurking in him. He had hurt her and he might yet hurt her worse. Yet she needed him to face the fear and hate and rage. For himself and for her. He again gripped her wrists in his hand. Then he pulled her against his body, holding her tightly. She could not put her arms around him since he still held her wrists. He was trembling. He held her for long moments then released her and gestured for her to lie down. She lay back and positioned herself to be bound. His hands shook so hard, he had trouble fastening her. He touched her reddened cheeks, the imprint of his large hand still clear. She did not flinch or try to move away. He sighed and kissed the marks gently. His tears wet her cheeks and mingled with hers as his lips moved over her face to her lips. Soft, soft kisses. Her lips parted under his, her tongue teasing, her breath merging with his. The rage and hate battered in his mind, chasing the fear around and around. His lips felt the heat where he had slapped her. Again, said the rage. Hurt her, said the hate. Why, moaned the fear. He lowered his body onto hers, pinning her under his weight. He felt her heart beating steady, her breath soft and warm on his skin, the soft sigh of pleasure as his weight pressed against her. He raised his head to look into her eyes. Desire. He kissed her again to show his need. Take, said the rage. Punish, said the hate. The fear just trembled. Her lips welcomed him, yielded to him. He kissed her throat, his lips brushing her pulse. Then down to her breasts. Her breathing as faster now, her heart beat quicker. He tongued her nipples, then slowly sucked them into his mouth. First one. Then the other. She was writhing against him now, aroused, wanting. No, said the rage. Pain, said the hate. Alone? quavered the fear. His hands began caressing her body, barely touching her skin, feeling the heat of her arousal. His penis was now steel hard. He slowly pushed into her. She was now very ready for him, her hips rocking against his, urging him deeper into her tight warmth. Take, insisted the rage. Take, demanded the hate. Share? asked the fear, which was changing so slowly to something else. He finally penetrated her completely, her body quivering around him. He began moving in her, long, slow penetrations that had her writhing in passion. She arched against him, her orgasm sudden and hard, massaging his massive length with pleasure. He kept moving in her, now thrusting hard and deep, now moving long and slow. Her orgasm burst again. And again. Take, whined the rage. Take, cried the hate. Give, said the new emotion that had been fear. Give. Yes. He gave her kisses. He gave her the hot friction of his massive penis sliding deep into her throbbing body. He gave her orgasm after orgasm until she could only writhe and convulse around him. He gave her his fiery climax pouring deep into her, spilling the rage and hate with his seed. He gave her pleasure. And she gave him peace.