8 comments/ 22509 views/ 7 favorites Meeting My Master Ch. 01 By: TheSubmissiveWife It started out innocently enough. Casual flirting which led to a series of questions, the questions being more and more probing, more and more personal, more and more sexual. You revealing to me what I craved, despite not knowing myself what it was. Before long I found myself unable to stay away, wanting you, desiring you to command me, eager to obey you, despite you persistently pushing me past any boundaries that I put up. I put up a wall and you knock it down piece by piece, revealing to me what I crave even when I don't realize it myself. Now despite all the times of telling myself this would never happen, I prepare to meet you for the first time, to be dominated and taken in real life. I look down at the instructions that I printed out from you, questioning myself if I can really follow through with them, wondering if I dare disobey. You have told me that by the end of the night I will have completely submitted to you. I read through the list again: I am to wear a front closure bra and button up blouse, a short skirt with no panties. I should be completely shaved, bring my vibrators, and the remote control wireless egg shaped vibrating bullet. I place the vibrators in my purse, and look at the clock. Fifteen minutes and you will arrive to pick me up. I had tried to set up the meeting so that I would drive myself, but you wanted me dependent on you and wouldn't hear of it. Eventually I had caved in, like I do on most things, and agreed to you picking me up. I quickly dressed in the clothes I had laid out. I wondered why you had told me to wear a front closing bra, as I smoothed the red shirt down. The skirt was much shorter than I was comfortable with, especially with no panties. I decide to put a pair of panties on, just to see if they are noticeable. They are not, and maybe you won't notice I think to myself. I can take them off before anything happens and you will never know the difference I reason to myself. Before I can think it through anymore I hear the doorbell ring. I know it is you. I suppose what is done is done, it is too late to change now. I open the door and greet you, our first face-to-face meeting. I am taken aback at how nervous I am as you walk in. My heart is pounding in my chest, and already I can feel myself growing wet just at your presence. I feel a surge in my body, knowing that now you are close enough to touch, close enough to make all of my darkest desires come true. You come in and we sit down together, I am sitting across from you. "Are you ready for tonight," you say breaking the silence. "Yes sir," I say looking down at the floor, my voice almost quivering with both nervousness and barely contained desire. "By the end of the night you will have fully submitted to me. There will be several phases to this process. Each phase emphasizing that I own you, and forcing you to submit that much further. There is to be no resistance or hesitation, or there will be punishment given. This is the first phase. Do you understand?" You say all of these things so matter-of-factly, as if we were having a casual conversation about the weather. The word punishment rings out, and I instantly regret putting the panties on. "Yes sir, I understand." I say quietly, wondering how quickly I can get them off without you knowing. "Now," you say standing up, "have you followed my instructions fully in preparing for tonight." "Yes sir," I say as panic sets in in the reality that I will not get them off before you find out. "Good," you say pleased. "Repeat back to me my instructions." I look at you for a brief moment, processing what you have said, then respond, "I am to have my vibrators with me, I am to be completely shaved, to wear a button up blouse, a front closure bra, a short skirt, and no panties, sir." "Where are you vibs," you question. "In my purse sir," I respond back and point toward my purse. You walk over and look into my purse, which I have left open and see them laying there. "Good girl," you say, knowing that I love pleasing you. "Now unbutton your blouse, and raise your skirt." At this point I know that there is nothing I can do, and that you will know I have disobeyed. I look down at the floor, and confess. "Sir," I say with my voice shaking a bit, "I have not followed your instructions exactly." "Do as your told," you respond without acknowledging what I have said. "Yes sir," I quickly say and begin unbuttoning my blouse. When done I raise my skirt revealing the black lace panties beneath. You sigh denoting your obvious disappointment. "Remove them," you say sternly and place you hand out. Immediately I obey and place them in your hand without saying a word. "Lift your skirt," you command again. I obey and you lift my skirt revealing my shaved pussy to you. I continue to look at the floor. You place your hand under my chin and raise my face so that I am looking at yours. "We have not even left the building and you are already disobeying me," you chastise. "I'm sorry sir," is all I can bring myself to say. Abruptly you turn away from me and say, "You will receive two punishments for this, one for telling me you had obeyed when you had not, and one for not obeying. Do you understand?" "Yes sir," I reply, waiting to hear what my punishment will be. "Now button your blouse up, pull your skirt down, and lets go," you say moving towards to door. I look at you not understanding; I had been expecting you to deliver my punishments. Not wanting to have another punishment I begin following your orders. I pick up my purse and approach you at the door. "Sir," I question, "when will you punish me?" You look back at me and respond with a smile, "later in the evening, your behavior through the night will determine how many punishments you will receive, and also what pleasure you will receive." I had not expected this, and the idea of waiting on pins and needles all night long, not knowing what was awaiting me was mental torture. I'm sure it was another step in your plan of making me completely submissive; torturing me with what was to come, knowing that I would be thinking of it often throughout the evening. Yet as I follow along beside you I feel how wet I am as I walk into the unknown. We have spoken enough, that I have begun to trust you, yet I still have a deep seated fear that completely letting go with all abandon, will lead me down a path of destruction. I try not to focus on these things as I followed you out of the house, as you opened the door to the passenger side of the door for me to get in. "Thank you sir," I say as I get into the car. Instead of shutting the door and moving to get in yourself as I expect, you stand there watching me. I look up at you, waiting for you to say something. "How wet are you?" you ask. "Very wet sir," I respond immediately. "Good, by the time I get into my seat, I want your skirt pulled up, your legs spread, and a vibe in your pussy on high. I want you to hand me the remote to the bullet and you will hold it against your clit while I find a setting I like for you. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir," I reply. You shut the door and begin to walk to your side of the car. I immediately do as you have commanded, pulling my skirt up and spreading my legs. I slide the vib in very easily because I am so wet, and turn it on high. It delivers the instant pleasurable sensations that I have come to know so well since meeting you, and I can't help as a small moan escapes my lips as I push it all the way in, the vibrations deep in my pussy. I hold the bullet against my clit and wait for you to enter the car. As you get seated I hand you the remote. "Good slave," you say as you take the remote from me. You buzz through the seven different settings, watching my reactions to the different pulses and intensities. You find a setting that you like, not surprising it is a high constant vibration, that will offer no relief if you decide to withhold my orgasm from me. I have not cum in 4 days waiting for this day to arrive per your orders. But there has been constant teasing, constant stimulation, but no release, despite my begging and pleading. "You want an orgasm very badly don't you Mandy," you tease. I am already nearing the edge from the buildup over the last several days, and the rush of finally meeting you, if I allowed myself the indulgence I could be on the edge of an orgasm in mere seconds. "Yes sir, please sir, I want to cum," I beg you as the vibrations continue to pulse through me. "All in time," you say as your fingertips begin teasing me. You start at my knee and slowing and lightly trace you fingers up my spread legs and thigh. I moan at your touch and feel myself come that much closer to the edge of release. "Please sir," I beg again, "please let me cum for you." "Not yet," you say as your hand covers mine and presses the bullet more firmly against my clit causing me to moan out loud, and then groan as you deny me what I want so badly. My body surges to the edge or orgasm, on fire for release, with a need so strong to cum, but knowing that I can not disobey, I maintain the edge and resist the urge. You smile as you remove your hand, pleased that I am obeying you. You have seen me cum enough times on camera that I would not be able to hide the orgasm from you, especially as large as the one I have mounting will be. "Remove the bullet, but keep the other vibe in. As we drive to the restaurant you will unbutton your blouse and unclasp the bra. I will play with one breast and you will mimic what I do with the other. If I pinch your nipple you will do the same. Do you understand?" "Yes sir," I reply as I regain control over my body again, the vibrations deep inside me holding me on the brink, but the removal of the vibe from my clit bringing the overwhelming desire down to a manageable level. At this point I am thankful for all the training you have given me on learning to control my release of orgasm, even though I have cursed you in my head for forcing me to hold back those euphoric releases. As you start the car I begin to realize what I have just agreed to. Someone could see me, or rather my breasts as we drive down the road. I begin to panic as you back out of the drive way, but the vibe still deep within me makes it hard for me to focus or find clarity. "Sir," I say trying to reason with you, "what if someone sees me. I can not have anyone that drives down the road seeing my breasts being fondled." "You have just earned yourself another punishment: no hesitation, no resistance" you say in a matter-of fact tone. Meanwhile you reach over and recline the chair back so that I would be hidden from view. Feeling foolish and almost set up, I apologize and follow your directions, not wanting to add to the punishment any further. As I unclasp the bra and free my breast's I see you watching from the corner of your eye. I await your touch knowing that it will not be long until I am on the edge again, my nipples already hard in anticipation. Lost in thought of what was to come, I am brought instantly back to the present as I feel your touch on my left breast, sending jolt of electricity through my body. My hand joins yours on my right breast. Teasing, touching, exploring, a moan pushes through as the vibrations below continue pulsing through me. Without even realizing it I arch my back pushing my breast deeper into your hand, my body telling you I want more, even though no words are spoken. My nipples tingle at your touch, at the anticipation of what is to come. I open my mouth as you pinch down on my nipple sucking in air, and follow suite on my side. You roll my nipple between your fingers, and watch to make sure I do the same. I am obedient in what you have told me to do. You continue to tease me, and in turn I tease myself as our drive progresses. My legs still spread wide, you can see how horney I am. Desperate for an orgasm as I writhe in the seat, moaning from your touch. You can read me so well that you know I am on the edge again, without me even saying anything. Before I can even ask you command, "Do not cum." "Yes sir," I manage to say through moans, and another silent curse in my head. You continue to tease me, the rest of the drive. As you turn into the parking lot of the restaurant I see you pull into the back far away from other vehicles. You have removed your hands from me while you park, and I start to dress again, pulling my bra back on. "Did I give you permission?" you ask looking at me sternly. "No sir, I'm sorry I just assumed that it was time for me to get dressed again." I am frozen hoping that I have not gained a fourth punishment. Still scared of what those punishments might be, and desperate not to have another one. "I could give you another punishment for that," you say as if you were reading my mind. You see me look down at the ground in response. "However, you are learning, I will be lenient this time, and excuse the mistake." "Thank you master," I say very relieved to hear this. "Now give me your tits and pussy," you command. Not waiting for a reply you are almost on top of me. Your hand instantly on my pussy, rubbing my clit, fingering circles around it then brushing over the top, in quick succession. Meanwhile, your mouth sucking on my nipples, moving back and forth between them, I gasp out finally feeling more of your touch, feeling your lips for the first time on my body. The vib continuing to pulse deep inside of me; I am instantly on the edge again. My moaning growing louder and louder, almost to the point of screaming as your mouth delivers volts of pleasure over me, and your finger teases my clit relentlessly. "Please sir, I cant take anymore, please let me cum, please," I beg you over and over again as I arch my back pressing my tits into your face and grind my pussy into your hand. I am so close, that I don't even know if I can stop the orgasm from coming, when you immediately stop pulling back. "Not yet you say," pulling the vibe from my wet pussy and turning it off, "but very soon." I groan as your abrupt stop has ripped the orgasm away from me, denying me once again. I am visibly frustrated at the denial yet again, but I do not dare disrespect you. "Now, you may get dressed," you say as you readjust yourself, ignoring my annoyed demeanor. As you finish you get out of the car and walk around to let me out of the car. I am composed again by the time you open the door, and we exit together. We enter the restaurant and I realize that my nipples are still hard and I am still very wet, I am instantly put on guard that someone will be able to see my heightened state. I must look completely sex crazed at this point. I look around and am grateful that there are only a few people around, and none seem to be paying particular attention to me. We enter the restaurant and wait for the hostess to come and seat us. "You have passed through the second phase now," you say quietly so that no one can hear but me. "You gave me your tits, and were obedient in not Cuming. Your tits are mine. I will do with your tits as I please. I am your master, and you will submit to my wishes. Do you understand?" "Yes sir, I understand," I say quietly, still flustered from the car ride to the restaurant. "Good, now for the next phase. Do you want to know what will happen now?" you question, looking at me with a smile on your face. As I study you, I am not sure if I want to know or not, but I hear myself respond anyways, "yes sir." "You wanted an orgasm so bad; you will have plenty of them, right here in this restaurant. You will cum as many times as I say. Your orgasms are mine; you already know that I can deny them at will, now you will see that I can command them from you as well, even in a public location." I am looking at you in shock. You can not possibly be serious. I was not going to cum in public; there is no way for me to hide the orgasms. Completely mortified and transfixed in thought, I barely hear the hostess asking if you want a table or a booth. "Booth," I hear you reply, and the hostess begins to walk into the restaurant. I am still in a fog as I feel your hand on my lower back edging me to follow the hostess along. My face must reveal my shock at the situation as you nudge me to set in the booth, then sit beside me. "Your waitress will be right with you," the hostess says casually as she hands us menus and then leaves. The table is silent, as I sit looking blankly at the menu. Not really reading anything, completely lost in thought. I am snapped back into reality when I hear your voice, "spread your legs." I respond without even thinking, my legs spreading wide a part. I feel your hand on my thigh, slowly moving up, higher and higher, sliding under my skirt and touching the lips of my pussy. "Please don't make me do this in public," I make a plea, knowing that you will make me do it anyways. You very rarely change your mind about anything once you issue a command. Even if I refuse, you keep pushing and pushing, one step at a time until I cave in and do what you command. "You will do as you are told, if you hesitate or resist then you will receive punishment. You will have at least 6 orgasms during our time here. If I feel like you are resisting then I will add more orgasms in addition to punishment. You must ask my permission before each orgasm, and I will tell you when to cum. Do you understand?" "Yes sir," I say beginning to look around. I was hoping the restaurant was empty, that there would be no one to hear or see anything that was about to happen. I was not so fortunate. There we people directly in front of us. Although they wouldn't be able to see anything they most definitely would be able to hear me, I would have to remain silent through my orgasms. There were other people seated at tables neighboring ours, not too close, but close enough that I would need to remain visibly composed. How was I going to do this, it had been 4 days since I had felt the release of an orgasm, and not just 4 days, but you had tortured me during those 4 days. Forcing me to stay amped up and on the edge of orgasm for hours at a time, and denying me even one orgasm, to "test" if I had truly learned to control them. Between that and the events of the day I felt like I was on fire, and this first orgasm was bound to be explosive. I feel you fingers slide between my lips playing with my clit, instantly driving me wild. I resist the urge to moan out loud, and grip the edge of the table to maintain composure. Without even thinking I slide myself down a little giving you easier access, my body revealing how much I want an orgasm, even if it is here in the middle of all these people. I feel myself softly moaning and panting as you push your fingers deep inside of me. Quickly and roughing fingering me, it is only minutes before I am on the edge again. "May I cum sir," I ask almost panting. "Cum now," you command as you continue pushing your fingers deep into my wet pussy. Finally I am allowed to release orgasm that I have been holding so long. I feel my entire body tense and release, as my pussy spasms against your fingers. I take a deep breathe and look down at the table, my hand gripping your leg as I try to avoid screaming out. But a soft moan escapes my lips despite my efforts. You continue fingering me roughly through the entire orgasm, extending it as long as possible until you feel it subsiding . You move your hand down to my thigh, wiping my juices on my leg, allowing me to relax after the orgasm. After I have recollected myself, and made sure I can speak without my voice cracking, I thank you for the orgasm. I see the waitress approaching the table, and try to close my legs, but your hand forcefully pulls back and you look at me and simply say, "NO." I do not resist, but flush red in embarrassment as the waitress approaches the table. She takes our drink order, and I feel your fingers rubbing my clit again as I order my drink. I can barely speak as I quickly order hoping that she will leave again. As she leaves you plunge your fingers deep inside me causing me to gasp out. You bring me to the edge quickly, and I am asking you to cum. "Wait" you say, continuing your pattern of thrusts in and out of me. I see the waitress approaching the table with our drinks and know what you are planning to do. I can not cum in front of her, so I desperately try to move, to push your hand aside, anything to avoid the orgasm that is pending from happening in front of the waitress. Meeting My Master Ch. 02 Please note this chapter jumps straight in where the last left off... for the build up and a better understanding of this chapter I would recommend reading the first chapter. Thank you all for your encouragement and feedback, it truly is very helpful. The car ride is completely silent. My mind a million miles away, reeling over the nights events, wondering what the future holds. Your voice brings me back to reality, "You did better than I thought you would during the final phase, I anticipated you fighting me more." "Thank you sir," I reply looking down at the ground, and feeling myself flush again in embarrassment.. "I told you I would keep that in mind during your punishments, and I will..." your voice trails off, and again my mind begins wandering... to the future rather than the past. The trip remains silent the rest of the way to the hotel. As you let me out of the car, I follow along behind you, part of me wondering if it is too late to flee, another part of me wanting to feel your touch again. We enter the hotel lobby, and wait beside the elevator, and I hear the receptionist casually talking, people continuing on with their normal routine lives. "Come, nothing to be nervous about," you say almost reassuringly, pressing lightly on the small of my back. My face must have revealed how nervous I was. As we enter the elevator, a quick glance tells me that we are alone. I see you push the "R" button for the rooftop, and I immediately know that this will not be a normal ride, nothing about tonight has been normal. As the elevator door closes I feel your presence behind me, then your hands sliding underneath my skirt. Immediately I feel my body ignite again, weak and powerless against your touch. "I want to fuck," you whisper in my ear, before abruptly turning me to face you and pressing me back against the wall of the elevator. I don't have time or the will power to object as I see you already unfastening your pants, then quickly snake your arms around me lifting me so that my ass is resting on the hand rail, and I am pinned between you and the wall. "Yes sir," I say as you thrust your cock swiftly into me, then pull out, angle upward and thrust in again. My hands tighten down on your shoulders as I moan out loud. I look at the control panel, floor 5; 15 more levels then the roof. I wonder what would happen if the elevator were to slow and the doors open to some unsuspecting patron, I would be mortified, but as you thrust into me again the thought leaves my mind, as I succumb to the pleasure riddling through my body. I wrap my legs around your waist as you continue to pound into me, making me moan at each thrust. "I might have to feast on that pussy of yours, if you continue being such a good slave," you say as you thrust into me again, "you want that, don't you." "Yes master," I manage to say through a moan as you relentlessly thrust into me. You know how much I want that, desire and crave your face between my thighs, biting, nibbling, licking and sucking on my pussy, driving me wild. Just the mention of it spurs me on. I look up to see we are approaching the roof top, as you pull out and pull me down from the railing. We are both adjusting ourselves as to doors open. As we walk out, there is no one, and nothing on the rooftop. It is obviously only used for service personnel. Gravel coats the roof, and steel bars circle the perimeter. I follow behind you as you walk around surveying the surroundings. "Well don't you think you should finish what was started," you say resting back against the railing. "Yes sir," I say approaching you again. I start taking your pants down and feel your hands under my shirt, pulling it up and quickly unclasping the bra. The cool night air blowing across my already hardened nipples, and I moan as your mouth covers them, sucking, biting, pinching them between your lips and teeth. I hold your cock in my hands, still sticky from the elevator ride up. I begin to stroke you, my fingers moving up and down your shaft, enjoying the feel of your cock in my hand, as you continue sucking my nipples into your mouth. I hear your breathing becoming labored and I know that you are enjoying the sensations I am responsible, and it invigorates me go further. Without warning you stop and turn me around, my back aligned with your chest; one hand under my skirt massaging my lips, the other pressing firmly down on my back, bending me over the bar rail. Taken by surprise by the sudden change, I try to push up to gain my bearings. You feel the move and think I am resisting you, and push down harder on my back as a warning not to push further. I stop, not wanting to push you, knowing that I am powerless against you anyways. After several seconds, I feel you move closer, and thrust into me. My pussy still wet from the elevator ride loves the sensation of your cock thrusting in. I moan out loudly my voice carrying on the night airways as I grip the bar tightly. I feel you grab my hips thrusting into me powerfully, long deep thrusts, pulling all the way out then pushing in again, driving me wild. I push back into your thrusts wanting more, begging you to go harder and faster. I feel your hands move to my breasts, grabbing them and holding on pulling me back into you with them. My moans increasing in volume as I come closer and closer to the moment I crave so deeply. You keep pounding into me, relentlessly pulling me closer and closer to the edge. My moaning escalates and my body grows tense as my orgasm tinkers on the edge. "Please let me cum," I beg hoping that you won't deny me, but knowing that you probably will. "No," is all you say, without slowing down, continuing driving into me, harder and faster, making it so hard for me to maintain and not give in to the orgasm. You continue, and afraid I will break I beg again, "Please sir, I can't take anymore." Again all I hear is a simple one word answer, "No." I groan in frustration and try to hold back the mounting orgasm. I feel you slow and your body tense against mine as you cum into my pussy. You continue to thrust into me, your pace slowing, leaving me on the edge. You pull out and take a step back, "you know what to do know," is all you say. I pull myself off the bar and turn to face you. I know what the expectation is, and am eager to comply. I approach you and drop down, balancing on the balls of my feet. I take your cock in my mouth, sucking quickly all the juices off your cock; cleaning you off from tip to base. I stand after I finish, waiting for your next command. "Get dressed, it's time to take care of your punishments," you say matter-of-factly. Again the word "punishments" seems to stand out, leaving me with a feeling of approaching dread. The frustration of not being allowed to cum yet again is quickly dismissed and replaced with anxiety of the upcoming situation. The ride back down the elevator is silent, as the doors pull open you walk out and beckon me to follow. Each step down the hallway takes deliberate effort, as I force myself to move forward. A mixture of fear and excitement pulse through me, with each step I take. Fear of the unknown, of releasing that much more control, questioning if I can trust you, afraid that I can not; but on the other hand the excitement of what you have shown me already, revealed to me about what I want, need, and crave has produced an unquenchable thirst for more. I am powerless to resist you, and even if I could bring myself to do so, it wouldn't take much for you reign me back in. You know what to command, or the slightest touch will reignite my desires, leaving me again, powerless to resist you. You open the door and wait for me to walk inside, I pause outside the door, my last chance to change my mind, to turn and walk away. You continue to stand there, not saying anything, letting me make the decision on my own, knowing that I can not walk away, that I am completely captivated and incapable of ending this; but wanting me to come to that realization on my own. You are right, as I walk through the door, I see you smile pleased that I am not resisting you. You close and lock the door, then turn to face me. "Sir," I ask humbly, "may I have a few minutes to use the bathroom?" "Yes, I need to write a few things up anyways, return fully clothed." "Yes sir," I reply thinking that is an odd command. As I enter the bathroom I feel my nerves calm momentarily. I use the restroom, and take a few minutes to calm my chattering nerves, as I attempt to comb back my sex crazed hair. Despite all of this, there is still the pulsing ache lingering just below the surface, from the unanswered desire to cum from the elevator and the roof top... I undeniably want more. After I have achieved some level of composure, I flatten my shirt and smooth my skirt, take a deep breathe and walk back into your room. Just the sight of you has my body charging again. You look up and see me, "Strip, you have no need for your clothes the rest of the night." "Yes sir," I say as I remove my clothing, quickly folding each piece and laying them on the chair in the corner of the room. I feel so exposed as you watch me, slowly walking around me, pacing like a lion approaching its prey. I look down at the ground, waiting for your next command. I feel you move close behind me, your breathe hot on my neck as you brush my hair to the side and begin biting lightly along my neck. It is one of my more sensitive areas, and instantly I feel my body reacting to your touch. My breathing quickens in short shallow breathes, my heart rate accelerates, my nipples hard, my pussy getting wet. I moan lightly as your teeth graze my neck; my body telling you just how much I crave your touch. Your fingers graze lightly against my skin, tickling their way down my stomach and resting over my pussy. Your fingers sliding easily between my lips, slowly teasing me, the lightest of touches leave me weak in the knees. You continue teasing me, barely allowing your fingers to touch me, circling my clit but not touching it. My pussy on fire, yearning for more, "Please," I moan, to no reply. "Please give me more sir," I moan out again. But I receive no reply, only the continued torturing, teasing, light touches, denying me what I want. I try to grind against you, to force your fingers onto my aching clit, or push them deep inside me. "Don't move," is the only response I receive, as you withdraw your fingers. "Yes sir, I'm sorry sir, please don't stop." I beg you through heavy breathe. "Hmmm," you respond contemplating, "Hands on your head, fingers crisscrossed, spread your legs further apart, that should give me everything I want exposed for my taking." I feel your devilish smile behind me, as I silently obey, feeling my breasts rise up and tighten, and a pang of embarrassment as I realize how much of a wanton slut I must appear as with my legs spread like this, and my breasts heaving up and down from my heavy breathing. Your fingers begin again, their slow torturing exploration of my pussy again. Slowly and deliberately teasing me with your light touch; I am so turned on that I am dripping wet. Softly your finger begins gliding lightly over my clit, making me moan out, and I feel my knees grow weak. You continue rubbing lightly, nibbling on my neck, driving me closer and closer to the edge. Then ever so slowly you begin gliding two fingers into my hole. I moan out, begging you to go faster and harder, but you continue your slow torture. Your fingers sliding slowing in and out of my pussy, while you tease my clit relentlessly, until I am on the brink of orgasm. As you see my orgasm approaching, and apply more pressure and speed up driving me wild with lust. "Please let me cum sir," I ask between moans, hoping that you will not deny me. My body trembling with desire, and I twitch involuntarily beneath your skilled fingers. "No," is all you say as you continue to fingering my pussy and clit. Relentlessly, never stopping, as I fight to hold back the orgasm. It is so much easier to hold back the orgasm when I am at home alone, following your commands, as you watched me fall to your will...but I find it increasingly difficult to obey when it is your hands bringing me to the edge, your touch, driving me and making me beg for more. When all I want is to let go and enjoy the orgasms that you give me, but I force myself to hold back, praying that you won't force me to disobey. You continue for what feels like forever as I writhe in pleasure underneath your fingertips, powerless to stop you, desperate for release, enjoying the sensations that you deliver to my body. I fight harder and harder to hold the orgasm at bay, but you are relentless. "Please, I can't take anymore, please let me cum," I beg in desperation. You slow your pace, and withdraw some of the pressure, back to the feather light touches. Still keeping me on the edge, but not making it impossible for me to hold back. "Let us begin," you speak lightly into my ear, your fingers still delicately tickling at my clit, "I am going to feast on your pussy for the next 15 minutes, my tongue exploring every inch of that dripping cunt, my fingers will aide in this exploration. You my slave, may cum as often as you like, and for my own benefit I hope it is OFTEN, however, I would suggest that you refrain from those orgasms, because each one will determine the length of time, and quantity of your punishments. However, I will not be holding back during this 15 minutes, so do not even request it. Now lay on the bed, we both know how much you want this." "Yes sir," I say waiting for you to release me. You are right, I do want this, I have wanted this for so long. I do not want to hold the orgasms back. I want to let them wash over me, each wave of pleasure bringing me closer and closer to euphoria. I know that I must not indulge though and a smile breaches my lips, after all you have trained me well... very well. I can hold back my orgasms very well... and while I know it will be difficult, I also know that I have some power in this. It will be difficult, I am so weak to resist when I feel a tongue rolling over my clit. That paired with the fact that I have been waiting and fantasizing about you doing this for so long, and that you have me hanging on the edge already, I wonder how I will fair. The one advantage that I have is that you are in unfamiliar territory, and I hope it will take you some time to figure out just what will drive me over the edge. "Sir?" I question as I begin walking to the bed. "Yes, slave?" you reply your eyes following me. "What happens if I do not cum at all," I say as the smile spreads over my face. "You really think that I don't know you well enough to force those orgasms from your body? You think that you have any power to resist me at all.... I will have you crawling on the ceiling with orgasms by the end of the 15 minutes... you WILL cum" you reply confidently. My smiles fades as I realize that this may be harder than I had originally thought as I see the devilish look pass over your face. I tremble in silent apprehension. As I lay back on the bed I hear the familiar command, "spread your legs." I obey without conscience thought, and notice you look at the clock on the side of the bed , I look too, 10:15pm. I am surprised as you come down on top of me, immediately licking one nipple and fondling the other with your fingers. I moan in delight as I feel your smooth wet tongue against my sensitive nipple, squirming on the bed from the pleasure I am receiving. As you switch to the other side, I feel myself getting wet again. As you release my nipple from your mouth I feel you slide down between my out stretched legs, positioning your shoulders against the underside of my thighs, and firmly wrapping your arms around my legs. I can feel your hot breathe against my swollen pink pussy lips, as I wait in anticipation for what is to come. I feel your tongue probe into me, and you suck the juices from inside of me. Without even realizing it, I feel my hips arching up, pushing my pussy into your face, my body begging you for more. Slowly, slowly you lick my labia over and over again, then gently you roll your tongue over my clit. Moaning loudly, I already feel my orgasm pounding below the surface, edging toward the top where it will not be denied release again, I look at the clock, 10:18. I can't allow myself to cum yet, I know that the orgasms will just keep coming once I indulge in the first. I feel you curl your tongue around my clit, and I'm almost screaming in ecstasy. You know that I am close, and strive to push me over the edge and make me cum before we have even hit the 5 minute mark. It is a clash of wills, as I try desperately to hold back the pending orgasm, and you try to pull it from me. My body betraying my overwhelming desire to cum as I grind into you, as I'm pitching and tossing on the bed. I feel you grip down on my legs to keep me from squirming away from you. I feel your tongue quickly flicking again over my clit, and you begin sucking, lightly at first and then with greater and greater power, your teeth grazing lightly against my clit as I scream out and my pussy fucks into your face. My orgasm begging for release since the rooftop, being on edge has taken its toll, but I resist the urge. Sensing how close I am, and knowing that I am fighting every screaming nerve in my body, you escalate things a step further. I feel you thrust two fingers inside my pussy, as my cunt tightens and clings around the friction. Then without hesitation you begin fingering me while your tongue continues its expert assault on my clit. Somewhere deep inside I find the willpower to hold back the pending orgasm further as I scream in ecstasy. You are somewhat surprised that I have resisted you up until this point, so you kick up yet another notch, and curl those fingers deep inside me hitting my g-spot. I have never experienced this and the sensation is overwhelming. As you finger me deeply, roughly, your tongue ravaging me, it is only seconds before it forces me over the edge and I explode in the most powerful orgasm I have ever had in my life. I feel the wetness shoot all over me as I let the orgasm wash over me. "I'm cuming,"I scream out as wave after wave washes over me, your tongue still busily working to extend out my orgasm. As my orgasm subsides, I see you look at the clock, "That's one, you couldn't even last 5 minutes," you say with a wicked smile. I look at the clock to see it flash over to 10:20, which means 10 more minutes to go. Wasting no time, you immediately begin again, your tongue exploring the sides and edges of my inner lips. I am so sensitive there, and already so wound up that I am immediately on edge again, another orgasm waiting for release. Your tongue pulsing around my lips, I can not deny how much I am enjoying this, even knowing that the end result will inevitably be painful. I rotate my thighs outward, surrendering fully my pussy to your pleasuring mouth. A part of me hopes that I can hold the orgasms back, another part wants to allow them to come rolling in one after the other; I know that your goal is to drive them from me, and I must resist. By now I am not just moaning, but whimpering as you expertly eat me, my hips swiveling under your face, my legs thrusting out over your shoulders. I glance at the clock, hoping that a large amount of time has gone by, 10:23. I have to hold back longer. I try to find something else to focus on, but it is impossible with the deep pleasure I am feeling. The intensity growing and building, each flick of your tongue trying to force the orgasm through, only being stopped by my weakening desire to hold back. Without warning you abruptly move back to my clit, focusing all your energy there, sucking it fully into your mouth, using your lips as a seal as your tongue caresses over my clit. Not even 30 seconds and I explode in orgasm, powerless to stop it, as I scream out incoherently. I try to twist away from your tongue, I'm so sensitive that I can't take anymore. You sense what I am doing grip tightly around my thighs pinning me down to the bed. "No," I hear you growl. I immediately stop, not wanting to defy you. Meeting My Master Ch. 03 Again I would like to say that if you haven't read the first two chapters, some of the pieces to this chapter may not make a lot of sense. Please leave feedback! * Over the next few days I replayed that night's events in my mind time after time, leading me to orgasm after orgasm just recalling that night. I had truly become your slave, and in doing so had reached new levels of pleasure that I didn't even know were possible. I wonder what the future holds, what you have planned for me next. I let my mind wander as I get ready for bed and slide my naked body between the sheets. In the silence I find myself wishing you were there, craving your touch, your voice commanding me, fulfilling me. I feel sleep taking hold of me, pulling me into a dreamland. It is here that I feel your hand between my legs, gently parting my pussy lips. I feel your finger rubbing and smearing my juices around and then gently push inside of me. I moan from within my slumber, my hips pushing gently upward. Your thumb pressing on my hard clit as my body responds to you despite my unconscious state; my legs parting farther and my breathing quickening, another small moan escaping my lips, as you push me closer to orgasm. You begin rubbing my clit in small circles, with one finger buried deep inside me. It doesn't take long until I am openly responding, legs spreading wide, hips rising and falling to meet your rhythm. My moans increase in intensity as I come closer and closer to climax, and you continue coaxing my clit, rubbing harder on it. Before long I gasp out loud, my hips thrust hard and upward, and my legs spread wider. You can feel my pussy clutch at your finger, almost sucking it in. You continue to manipulate my clit as the orgasm washes over me. My breathing is heavy as my hips continue thrusting in cadence with your finger movements. Allowing me to completely finish the first orgasm, you lessen the pressure on my clit and withdrawal your finger. My body slowly returning to normal, body slumped onto the bed again, breathing becoming soft and deep. Even though I was asleep, you had still made me cum very hard. I feel you lay down on the bed, between my still outstretch legs. Moving up between my legs, you bring your face up to my dripping pussy. My lips still puffy and engorged flared open from the recent excitement. I feel you flick your tongue along the length of my lips, running it up and down. I moan, in a haze and euphoric state; legs spreading open further. You push your tongue into the center of me and move upward, finding my clit once again. Concentrating your effort there, drawing circles around my clit, occasionally moving down and then up again. My moans escalating, drawing me out of my sleep with the deep pleasures I am feeling. Half awake, my body rippling with waves of pleasure I push my hips toward you. I am approaching orgasm, thighs trembling as you continue working faster and faster on my clit. My breathing is ragged, coming in short gasps between moans, my orgasm holding on the edge. I beg you for release, and you pause only long enough to command my orgasm. You feel my legs jerk and thighs tense up, and plant your entire mouth on my clit and suck it in hard. My entire body jerks as the shock waves pound through me. It is only after my orgasm has subsided that I am awake enough to realize you had only come to me through my dream, and were not really there. A moment of disappointment hits when I realize that it was only a dream, but it quickly replaced with a smile as I recollect the events, the wetness evidence of how wonderful it was. The next morning I find my mind wandering again back through that sex filled night where I lost all inhibitions and gave in to you. I must have more. I try to wait patiently for you to summon me, but as the hours pass by I find myself longing for you more and more. Recalling that nights events prompts me to slide one finger beneath my skirt, to my bare pussy, parting my lips to feel the slick wetness there. The slight twinge has grown steadily throughout the morning as I try to wait patiently for you. Now the wetness was accompanied by a throb of desire and a deep need that quickens my pulse as I rub my clit teasingly, my need refusing to be denied. I know that I am not allowed to cum without your permission, and despite that knowledge I torture myself, indulging in the pleasurable sensations surging through my body. I hear the phone ring, breaking me from my euphoric state. I see that it is you calling and my heart skips a beat with anticipation. "Good morning sir." I say as I answer the phone. "Good morning, have you missed me?" you question, knowing what my answer will be before I respond. "Yes sir, very much," I respond. "What have you missed my slave?" you continue to probe. "Your touch, your voice, the way I feel when you are near me sir," I respond, feeling my body already responding knowing that soon you will be guiding me to my next release. "What are you wearing," you move the conversation forward. "A skirt and a tank top, sir" I reply softly. "No panties, no bra? I want details. What color skirt? What material is the tank top?" you ask persistently. "No master, no panties, I have learned my lesson from last time. No bra either sir. My skirt is black and loose, a few inches above the knee. The tank top is red and a soft cotton knit, it feel good against my..." my voice trails off. "Your what, pet?" you ask over the line, your voice deepening faintly. You know what it felt good against, you just want me to say it. "My nipples, sir." I respond softly, somewhat embarrassed; my breathing speeding up, my nipples hard, rubbing softly with every move against the material of the tank top. "Your nipples are hard, aren't they?" you ask knowingly, able to anticipate my bodies reaction perfectly. The question causes them to become so tight they hurt and beg to be touched. I sit down holding my hands beneath my leg and whimper, "Yes sir." "You are already wet, aren't you" you ask, causing me to shiver and without even realizing it grind down into the chair; your voice caressing my nerve endings, something intangible, yet so real to me. "Yes, sir. I am very wet." trying to hold back the desperate need from my voice. But the sound of your voice is just too much, I need to touch myself, my pussy aching to be touched, to be pounded by a thick cock, my nipples need to sucked. "Good," you sense my needs, even without being able to see me, your voice like velvet across my ears. "Go get one of your toys," you order. It takes me all of one minute to comply with your order, knowing that I will soon be experiencing ripples of pleasure. I shoot up to the bedroom, getting one of my vibes out of the drawer. "I have it sir," I say into the phone a bit breathlessly. "Good girl," you say sending a zing of pleasure through me. "Where are you in your house now?" you ask softly. "My bedroom, sir." I respond looking longingly are the bed. "Strip, and get on the bed." I obey in short order, quickly removing the tank top, peeling it off and shivering as the material slides across my aching nipples. The skirt slides of quickly, dropping to the ground, to be kicked away. I pull my vibrator beside me and sit on the bed. "I've done as you ordered sir," I reply into the phone. "Now, turn the vibe on high and find that spot on your clit. Work it," you order, your voice soft but firm. "Ye-yes sir," I say my voice stammering as the vibe grazes my pussy lips. A whimper escaping as the tip slips easily between my lower lips and moves up to my clit, causing me to gasp softly. "Feels good," you say hearing my soft whimpers, as my hips arch toward the vibrations. The pulse of the vibrator feels so good against my clit, causing pleasure to uncoil in my stomach and spread out through my entire body. The combination of your voice and the vibe drive me immediately to the edge. "Yes sir, so good. I need, I need to cum .... Soon, soon sir please." I reply desperately into the phone. "Already," you question with a soft chuckle in your voice. "Yes! Please, sir. Your .... Voice had me so.. worked up, sir. Please, please I need to cum." I beg you through staggered breathes, as I continue to move the vibe faster against my clit. Faster and faster in circles that make the pleasure spiral through me. Each stroke causing a spike of pure bliss to shoot through my body, soon I won't be able to wait for permission, even though I know I am not allowed to cum without it. "Maintain the edge, press harder, you may not cum yet," you coax into the phone. I groan in frustration, but willingly obey, waiting for you to release me. My pussy soaking wet, almost ready to break into spasms as I fight to hold of the mounting orgasm. I hear your breathing getting heavier, and I suddenly realize that you are building yourself, and we will cum together. The sudden realization of this is almost enough to shove me over the edge, as I fight to hold back. "Cum now," I hear you order, and I hear your voice crack as you groan into the phone. Within a few seconds I allow my body to give in the orgasm, causing me to yelp as pleasure explodes through my body. My hips thrust upward, and I am in a frenzy with the vibe over my most sensitive are. The pleasure so intense I almost scream, as my hips buck and my back arches even more. The release of it fades and I lay flat on the bed, panting softly. "Thank you, sir." I say with through labored breathing, barely aware of my own body as the aftershocks of pleasure pulse through me. "You are welcome," you reply. "I will be coming over later today, around 3pm. I want you to go to the store and buy the items I have e-mailed to you. Do you understand?" "Yes sir," I reply wondering what you want me to get. "Follow my instructions, or there will be punishments," you say with warning. "I will obey sir," I say, remembering the last series of punishments, and not wanting to revisit them. "Good, see you at 3," you say into the phone, "goodbye." "Goodbye master," I reply already moving to the computer. As I read through your mail I feel myself getting wet again. Just reading the list, I know that later will be very exciting and continue to push my boundaries. Slave, Go to the store and purchase the following items: Clothes Pins, Carrot, Cucumber, Zucchini. Do not purchase anything else, see if the cashier displays any signs of knowing what you might be purchasing these items for. When you get home, wash the vegetables and wait for me. You are not to touch yourself, and not to cum unless I am there and give permission. When I get there be waiting for me, dress how you like, but you had better be accessible. I finish the mail somewhat disappointed that you are not allowing even the slightest of touches for the rest of the day. Usually you would prefer that I torture myself but forbid the final release of orgasm. I decide to go to the grocery store in the same skirt and tank I had been wearing before your call. Just driving to the store thinking about what I was about to buy, and knowing intuitively the purposes you had in mind was driving me wild. I could feel the wetness building and my clit was begging to be touched. I want so badly to spread my legs in the parking lot and work my clit, but you have forbid it, so I obey and go without. I quickly collect the clothespins from the laundry aisle, and move into the produce section. I select a few carrots, a large cucumber and a zucchini. I feel my pussy twinge as I think about the purpose of the vegetables. I look down into the basket and feel myself flush red at the thought of the check-out clerk observing the contents. As I approach the check-out aisle I see three different employees, a woman in her 30s, a teenage boy, and a man in his late 40s. I immediately decide against the teenager. "If the woman had any idea what the items were for I would have to deal with her judgmental looks," I think to myself as I move towards the man's check-out stand. "Did you forget the lettuce?" he asks looking toward me. I feel myself flush red, "No, these are the only vegetables I need," I comment back trying not to let my voice portray my humiliation. As he scans the clothes pins through, he gives me a strange look, as if it is dawning on him what the combination of these items could be for. With that I pay for the items and quickly leave the store, wanting to get away from the awkward looks. I set the produce down on the seat next to me, taking a deep breathe, and trying to calm down. It would be so much easier if I could feel the release of an orgasm. I look again at the produce thinking how wonderful it would feel gliding deep inside of me, but as tempting as it is, I am not allowed. I look at the clock as I walk into the house and see that there is a little over an hour until I will see you. My pussy gets wet in anticipation of seeing you again, and I ache to touch, I feel the throbbing deep inside and fight to hold back and not cave into my desires. I wash the vegetables, and then go to take a quick shower myself. I take my time drying off, rubbing lotion over my body, fixing my hair, and sliding into a sheer negligée. "This is definitely accessible," I think to myself. I finish just as I hear the doorbell ringing. I slide on a robe to answer the door in and make my way to greet you. You smile as I greet you and you make your way inside. "Hello sir," I reply letting the robe fall open to your view as I close the door. "How was your day," you ask, sliding your hands under the robe, exploring the thin barrier between your hand and my body.¬ I feel my body ignite from your touch, my pussy throbbing, my clit aching for your touch, my nipples harden, and my breathing quickens. "It was maddening waiting for you and not being able to touch sir," I reply with a gasp as your hand grazes across my nipple and you begin pinching softly. "And did you obey?" you question. "Yes, sir, I did not touch. As much as I wanted to, I refrained and obeyed you sir." I coo enjoying your touch, as your hand trails down. "And yet you are still desperately horney aren't you," you question as your finger grazes my wet lips. "Yes sir," I say through a moan. "Why is that," you continue to question, driving me insane. All I want is for you to fuck me, yet you continue to tease, continue to question, knowing that I am having a difficult time thinking clearing with your finger tracing circles around my clit. "Knowing that we were meeting this afternoon, the sound of your voice over the phone, the list of items I was to buy. It left me wanting you, sir." "What do you want? You want me to fuck you?" your voice is husky with lust. "Oh yes, please!" I moan and squirm against your body, trying to grind down on your hand. With that you abruptly sit me up on the table, standing between my spread legs. You move down and settle between my thighs, kissing and licking my soft flesh. "Oh, please, suck my pussy!" "Whose pussy? Who do you belong to?" you question teasing me further. "Your pussy! I belong to you!" I cry out desperately. "Yes, you belong to me. Don't forget that," you say then bite down into my thigh, causing me to yelp and jerk my leg away, spreading my thighs wider. I feel your hands under my ass pulling me toward you, then your lips press into my bare pussy. Immediately I start moaning, so glad to finally feel your touch. "You want me badly," you say before your hot tongue licks between my pussy lips causing me to shiver with fierce need. Before I can answer you stretch out one arm and grab one tit with your hand, tightly squeezing the nipple until I cringe and cry out. Then you pull away from my sopping wet pussy, rise up and start slapping my breasts. I grunt in surprise, my eyes widen looking up at you. My hips raise up to you in a heated invitation to your hard cock I see bulging in your pants. I watch as you take your rock hard cock out of your pants, and beg again, "Please, fuck me, sir, please!" I raise my hands toward your swollen cock, but you quickly grab my wrists, pushing me back onto the table, and placing my hands over my head. I groan in frustration, closing my eyes and turning my head away. "No," you say calmly. Yet you rub the head of your dick against my slick pussy lips. I am so ready for you, but it is all in vain. "Yes! Please! You know you want to! Please?" I whimper, still not looking at you. "No," you reply still in perfect control, feigning lost interest. "Not now." With that you release my hands and walk away. You love teasing me with denial. "Let's have a bit of down time," you say sitting down to watch some TV. Visibly frustrated I pull myself down from the table, cursing you in my head for the prolonged torture. I tie my robe in a silent protest. Not that it would actually prevent you from doing anything, or I wouldn't shed it off in a moment if I knew that you would give into my desires. I fix a couple of drinks and bring some snacks into the living room and sit down on the couch with you. You raise your eyebrow slightly when you see the robe tied shut, but do not say anything as I hand you a drink and join you on the large over stuffed couch. After surfing through the channels for a bit and finding nothing but mindless rubble on TV you lay back as if to take a nap; you beckon for me to join you, and I lay down beside you, still miffed from earlier, and we both doze off into a midafternoon nap. I feel your hand slide down my side, over my round hip, then between our bodies. There is no doubt you are now awake as I feel you cup my ass cheek in your palm and squeeze tightly. I feel your fingers slip between my thighs and you raise my leg to drape it back across your own. You find my warm pussy still damp with unfulfilled need as you tease my lips, slowly stroking but not penetrating them. I moan slightly from your touch, bringing me back to conscience thought. "Shhh... don't move a muscle. You just lie here and let me play. I'll let you know when you can move," you whisper. "I know what you want. I know what you need. But not yet." I feel my stomach tighten as I take a deep shuddering breath. The very sound of your words make me wet with anticipation. Yes, you do know, and you are in total control. I feel the tip of one finger ease between my swollen lips, delicately tracing up and down from my throbbing hole to my hard clit. I feel you circle the hot nub for several moments, as I try not to move in response to your touch. You deny your direct touch on my clit, knowing that will bring me quickly to the edge. My breathing growing harder in a forced effort to remain still despite the gentle assault between my lips; it is maddening, and all I can do not to reach down and press your hand harder against my engorged pussy. I am aching for you to fuck me with your fingers. I feel you rest your fingertip at my opening and simply flick back and forth in a slow lazy fashion. I see you smile as you feel my pussy trying to drawn you in, so hungry, so needy. You pull your hand away and reach over my side for a new angle, from the front. Having my leg still pulled back over your hip. You smile and simply rest your fingers over my shaved skin, even motionless it is still arousing. Any touch from you is coveted, even if you continue to deny me; it is a thrill to feel your perfect control. "Please sir, please don't stop. Please rub my pussy and clit!" I plead with you. A heavy sigh rushes out as your fingers slide between my lips, dipping deep inside my pussy. Slowly pushing your fingers in deeply and slowly withdrawing, deliberately tormenting me by sliding your thumb along my slit but avoiding my clit. You pull your hand away, "To whom do you belong," you ask. Meeting My Master Ch. 03 "I belong to you sir," I reply my body almost trembling, desperately wishing you would just fuck me. You shift to lay completely on your back, pulling me on top of you, sliding your hand between my spread legs. "Yes, you belong to me, your tits, your pussy are mine. All of you belongs to me. Now, grind my pussy and show me how badly you want to cum, and I may allow you to cum for me. Immediately I lower myself onto your waiting hand, and whimper as I feel my clit finally getting the pressure it craves. With your other hand you untie the robe easily pulling it open, and tightly pinching one of my nipples. I moan, loving the waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I can feel every muscle in my body tighten with exquisite tension as my orgasm begins to build. This is it, at last you will grant my release. "Please I'm on the edge sir, please let me cum," I am almost panting as I grind harder into your hand with all abandon. I moan loudly grabbing your shoulders with my hands, "Please, oh please let me cum now, I don't know if I can hold it anymore. "You have no choice," you patiently refuse me again. I groan harshly, grinding down harder against your hand. "Please don't do this to me, I need it! I'm begging you," I am almost screaming. I feel you remove your hand, pulling away from my burning lips. "You're making me crazy, please," I feel my body tremble, suspended between my fight to hold back and overwhelming desire to let go. I need to cum so badly, but you have forbid it and I can not betray that, so I groan and plead again with you. Without warning you abruptly grab me, flipping us around so that I am now laying on the couch with you on top of me. You take your cock out and finally dip between my wet lips, rubbing along my pussy. I need to cum so badly, but it is at your will, your wishes that inspire me to please and obey you. Finally you thrust all the way in, and the pull out, ram back in, and withdraw. Time after time after time, pounding into me relentlessly as I moan and plead with you for release until I feel your body begin to tense, and I know that you are close to your own release. "Give me that mouth," you say pulling out. Immediately I open my mouth and you move forward straddling my face. You begin to fuck my face, pushing deep gagging and choking me, but I love the feel of your cock in my mouth, knowing that soon you will explode. I grab your hips pulling forward as an invitation to keep going as my tongue glides along the underside of your shaft with each thrust. My teeth lightly grazing along from time to time as you pull back and thrust forward again. I feel your body tense right before you groan and explode in my mouth, cum shooting straight down my throat. I suck every drop down, milking you dry through your orgasm. "Thank you," you say smiling as you move down and stand up. You place your hand between my opened thighs, slowly teasing my pussy once again. "Your welcome sir," my voice catches in my throat with mixed happiness and frustration. My need is worse than ever and threatened to give way, and I feel myself slowly losing the fight to maintain control and hold back. You sense that I am on the verge of cumming and abruptly pull away, leaving me groaning as the cool air replaces the warmth where your hand had been. I watch as you stand and walk to the bathroom and shut the door. I can not resist pinching my nipples, luxuriating in continuing the sensations that make my pussy twitch. I reach down and lightly rub my clit, creating further heat and tremors from deep inside extending all the way through my lips. I struggle to hold back my orgasm, still waiting for you to return. I am so lost in the moment that I don't notice the bathroom door slowly swing open. You stand there and watch for several moments, your cock beginning to rise to attention once more. "What do you think you're doing?" your voice permeates with a roar startling me and making me jump. I jerk my hands up and lock my fingers together over my chest, suddenly remembering your command from earlier about not touching myself. What could I say? I had been pleasuring myself without permission. My heart hammers against my breastbone, knowing that you will punish me for disobeying you. "Go start dinner, I will decide what to do with you later," you say calmly. I go, disappointed more that I have failed once again than I am at the thought of not being able to cum now. I make dinner and we eat, all is relatively silent as you don't seem to be in the mood to speak much. I attempt to apologize but you tell me you do not want to hear it, and we go back to eating in silence. Once we are done you look at me and say, "what were you doing earlier?" "I'm sorry sir. I forgot your command from this morning, I did not disobey deliberately," I reply casting my eyes down. You do not say anything. The silence is deafening. I continue, my voice trembles with nervous guilt, "I was waiting for you, sir, I would not have cum without your permission. "Go to the bedroom and wait for me there, do NOT touch yourself, just lie down and wait for me," you command with a stern voice. "Yes sir," I say rising from the table and making a quick exit. I lay down, nervously waiting your arrival. Time keeps ticking by and it seems like an eternity, and you still have not come in. I look at the clock and see that at least 20 minutes has went by. The minutes turn to hours, and it is starting to get late. I contemplate getting up to see what you are doing, but think better of it. Finally, you calmly come into the bedroom, and I instantly know that you will not be letting me have release anytime soon, and it is my own fault. You have in your hand two leather cuffs, and you secure them around each wrist, then use a rope and tie the cuffs to the metal base of the bead. I am free to lie on my back, to roll from side to side, but my hands are securely captured above me. "Since you cannot refrain from touching what belongs to me without permission, you will remain tied until the morning. Go to sleep, sweet dreams," you say smugly standing back up admiring your work. "No, no, please no," I say tugging against the restraint, "I'm sorry, please let me go." "You belong to me. You only touch yourself when I choose. You know there are consequences when you disobey me." With that you flip the lights and crawl into bed next to me, your back facing me, and you begin to doze off. Through the rest of the night I can only manage to doze off and on. You had been so calm and 'matter-of-fact' that I worried whether being tied all night long was punishment enough or there might be more to come. Even in my vague dreams I feel you playing with me, yet withholding ultimate pleasure. By the time morning comes I feel utterly exhausted. You finally release me from my tedious bondage and allow me to shower. My body feels stiff and sore from being so tensed up all night, and I feel emotionally drained and physically tired. I let the water wash over me as I examine my emotions. I am upset that you have pushed my patience and persisted in your denial, and also disappointed in myself for disobeying the rules. I certainly understand the consequences of my actions. I shiver at the thought of your control and love submitting you. You really are very good to me, very generous. With new resolve, I turn off the shower, more determined to show my obedience to you, knowing that I will be rewarded for it. You are waiting for me as I exit the bathroom, my hair and body wrapped in towels. "Feel better," you question studying me. "Yes, thank you sir," I reply, already feeling myself getting wet. "Good," you say circling behind me, pulling the towel away. I feel your hands on my shoulders, massaging them, rolling the knots out as you tug and pull with just the right amount of pressure. I melt under your touch, completely relaxed. "Get on the bed, hands and knees," you command as you finish. Your command gives me renewed hope that you will finally grant me release, and I eagerly obey. My ass in the air and legs spread wide. I sense you move behind me, and soon after feel your cock sliding between my lips. Something clicks between my body and my brain and I can't stand it anymore. "Ohhh please fuck me sir," I moan desperate that you will not torture me. I hear a light laugh, as you finally give me what I crave so deeply. As you thrust in I feel my body surge and my breathe escapes me. You set a rhythmic pace, holding my hips as you kneel behind me. I moan on every thrust as you hit a spot deep inside me. "Harder, please sir, go harder," I gasp, wanting to be completely taken. You oblige my request, slamming into me, knocking me off balance, my arms buckling so that my shoulders land on the bed with my face to the side. I can feel my pussy getting tighter and tighter with each forceful thrust. You grunt from the effort of continuously slamming into me, and I feel it start; my stomach tightening, my pussy almost to the point of losing control, and I am on the edge. "Please, please let me cum sir," I beg you, desperate for orgasm. "What do you have to say to me," you question. I groan, I am so desperate that I can barely form a coherent thought. "Please," is all I can manage to say as you continue to pound into me. "What do you have to say," you repeat, slamming into me and holding yourself deep inside. The reprieve is what I need to gain enough composure to form my answer. "I am your slave," you begin fucking me again. "You own me," increasing your pace. "My purpose ... is... to serve you," I start to moan between words. "My body is... meant for... fucking and breeding," I can barely hold back the orgasm. "Please fuck me and breed me sir, please let me cum sir." I am almost screaming for release. "Cum now," you say slamming hard and deep into me. Finally you grant my release and I am cumming, my pussy spasms around your cock, contracting around you. The orgasm washing over me so intense I can barely breathe, as you continue fucking me hard. I think I may pass out from the intensity of the orgasm, as you continue slamming into me relentlessly. You dig your fingers into my hips pulling me tight onto your cock as your own cum starts to travel down. You groan as it hits you, feeding me your cum, pushing yourself deep inside of me. You collapse on top of me, forcing my body flat down on the bed with you still inside of me, covering me. Both of us panting and jerking slightly from the after-spasms. I would say something but I can't seem to manage it. We shift apart, both of us still breathing heavily, "Thank you sir, that was wonderful," I finally manage to say. "You are very welcome. How big was your orgasm?" you question. "It was huge sir, one of the biggest I have ever had." I respond smiling. "Good, now lets get some breakfast, I'm starving," you reply raising from the bed. Breakfast is pleasant, much better than dinner the night before. As we finish I make my way to clean up the dishes. I see you sitting back, watching me. Before long I see you get up moving to the refrigerator. I don't think anything of it, wrapping up the menial chores in the kitchen. As I bend over to close the dishwasher I feel you behind me. Your hand stroking my ass, I smile enjoying your touch, "Mmmm," I coo under your touch; I can't help wiggling beneath your hand. I feel a sudden coolness and know that you have obtained one of the vegetables. You slide the vegetable along my slit and I shiver as the coolness pushes through me. "Lean down against the sink, and spread your legs wide. I'm going to fuck you with these vegetables." I quickly obey, and feel you pressing the carrot into my ass, causing me to moan lightly in pleasure. As you thrust in and out I feel your other hand tickling my clit, roaming in soft smooth circles around. This drives me wild with lust as I push back into the carrot, arch my back, and moan loudly. You continue to move like this until you sense my orgasm approaching you remove the carrot and your hand then command, "STOP." I groan, not wanting the pleasurable sensations rippling through my body to end. I start to stand up with every intent of begging you to take me again. But I feel your hand press down on my back forcefully, "I didn't say I was done, did I?" I freeze, "I'm sorry sir." I feel you remove your hand. "Spread your legs wider, I'm going to fuck your pussy now. I spread wider, and I feel my lips spread open as you rub a cucumber along my slit. You stroke me with the cool, unyielding hardness, every now and then pressing it against my clit, then teasing my wet hole. "Slave, if you feel like you are going to cum, you better tell me, you will not cum without permission," you warn. You saying that makes me think you know it will be difficult to hold back the orgasm. Without warning I feel the thick round end pushing into my tight hole. I whimper as it stretches me. Feeling the cucumber slide into me feels bizarre, almost alien, but also good as my pussy adjusts to the large size. It isn't long before your long slow strokes are picking up pace. I start to feel the pleasurable sensations rising from deep within me, building layer upon layer. Just as I am really starting to get into it, again you stop, withdrawing the cucumber. I groan in protest, thinking that again you are going to torture me as you did the night before. But before I can respond I feel you pushing into me again. Except this time the object pushing inside of me is larger. I moan as you push into me, my body so turned on that it doesn't take too much effort for me to accept the larger size. I gasp out as you thrust it all the way inside of me. You thrust powerfully into me making me moan loudly with each stroke. I feel my body start to tremble and I start begging you frantically to let me cum. The orgasm has approached so quickly, so powerfully, that I can not hold it back. Sensing this you do not force me to hold back, "cum now," you command. I thankfully release the orgasm moaning loudly, feeling absolutely spent. "Thank you sir," I say as I feel my heart beat start returning back to normal, and I stand up turning to face you. "You are welcome," you reply. It wasn't that you fucked me with a zucchini that turned me on enough to explode into such a huge orgasm, it was the act of pleasing you; completely submitting to you, and trusting that you will not push me too far. That is what makes me desire you so, wanting to obey my master, relinquishing control to you, that is what brings me to orgasm. "I have a gift for you," you say as my gaze falls on you. I am surprised not expecting this from you. "Really, what for sir?" I question. "Come with me," you reply leading the way to the bedroom once again. Once in the bedroom you have me kneel before you, and you hand me a box and I open it to reveal a collar. I am taken aback, not sure how to feel. Sensing my apprehension and uncertainty you ask, "Do you understand what this means?" "Not really sir," I respond questioningly. "This," you hold up the collar, "is to remind you that I own you. If you accept this then you give me the gift of your submission. You will obey me, and serve me. Do you willingly give yourself to me completely?" "Yes master, I give myself to you completely," I repeat back to you. "Do you do it with honesty and trust," you continue to question. "Yes sir," I reply again. "Good, I am pleased," you say and secure the collar around my neck. As the collars clips shut it is a physical reminder that I have given myself to you, submitted to you, to serve you and to and please you. I am happy and content. "Now show me you are happy to have me," you command. With that I tug your cotton pajama pants down to the floor. You step out of them, revealing your bobbing erection. I slide my tongue along the sensitive underside of your cock. Your body responds and your breathe quickens as I flick my tongue over your head. I hear you moan slightly as I slide you deeper into my mouth. Gently bobbing my head back and forth, falling into a steady rhythm. This slowly grows faster and deeper. I feel your hand run through my hair and begin to push me to go even faster, even deeper. I can feel my nose against your skin as hear your breaths growing deeper. The moment is coming near. Feeling your pleasure, fuels my own, and I can feel that I am very wet. The moment arrives, and I can feel your release begin, the burst of salty fluid gushes into my mouth. You pull my head deep into you, your cock thrusting all the way back into my throat as you finish cumming. You gently pull me up by the collar, and edge me back to the bed. You release your hand from the collar and let your hands and mouth fondle my body. Nibbling on my neck and collar bone, you pause for a moment, "you may cum as many times as you like the rest of day." I am delighted by this news and you see the huge smile spread across my face. With that we spend the rest of the day fucking all in all different position and places throughout the house. By the end of the day we are both completely exhausted, and fulfilled having had another day filled with orgasm after orgasm. As we sit together watching some mindless tv, I wonder when our next adventure will begin, and what you will have in store for me next.