0 comments/ 26101 views/ 3 favorites My Master Ch. 1 By: Skyler Marie The bright steaming sun made my eyes flinch as I walked out of my uncle's trailer. It was great, I was free to do what I wanted and had the cash to do it. I was 18 and free as the wind. Pete, my uncle Tom's friend, was more than happy to give me a ride into town that day. Pete had told me time and time again that if he hadn't been married that he would've fucked my brains out right there on the spot. I have to admit I was looking mighty hot. I wore a tight skirt, that rode up to the base of my ass cheeks when I walked, and a tight halter top. I rarely wore underwear since finding my freedom so far from home, and this afternoon was no exception. I am busty to say the least but this particular day I choose to leave my bra in the dresser and just enjoy the silky feel of my halter against my bare nipples. Yes I was looking mighty fine for a big woman, and I felt like a sex goddess. I chose a somewhat respectable strip club that was nestled amongst some trees. It was a neat place. I loved the way it looked from the outside. Looking like a big farm house with porch swing and all, but on the inside well that was a totally different look. There was a stage, complete with poles for the dancers, a huge bar and cute little wooden tables. The decor was not sleazy yet it wasn't to richy looking either. I loved the place from the first moments through the doors. Pete had taken me in only once, he had been drinking rather heavy and I was his escort so to say for the evening. I remember him telling me I was his reality check, I was his reminder that he was married and he couldn't be fucking around. I was happy to help him out. Hell I was young and inexperienced in matter of relationships, all I cared about was having a good time, showing off a bit and getting free beer. What can I say. Now here I was, standing out front of "The Club House", looking hot, while at the same time sweating my ass off, waiting for the right moment to walk inside. I breathed deep and walked through the doors. I flashed my ID to the bouncer at the door. He nodded and let me pass. I don't think he even looked at the damn thing cuz the guy behind me had to draw his attention away from my ass and back to his job. I walked to the bar and ordered a beer in a frosted mug. The bartender looked at me like I was from another planet. "Frosted mug huh, What the hell do I look like?" I smiled and said in a cocky tone. " Like a fuckin barhand and I want a frosted mug!" I got my frosted mug for that drink and all the others I had that night. Turns out the bartender liked special requests from bitchy women. Little did I know just how much. The night was super, the bar was filled with regulars. Music was blaring in the background as the first dancer came onto the stage. She was a beautiful little thing, one of those perfect model types. The bitch. Her tits were not near as big as mine but just right for her body. She had long silky looking legs and a killer ass. I just sat and watched her dance, she moved like an angel across the stage. God how I wished I could move like her, look like her, draw the attention like her..... It was then that I realized I was being talked to. The barhand was talking to me about something. "I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention, What were you saying?" He just chuckled and asked if I would like another drink. I told him maybe later, and with that he walked away. I watched the rest of the dancers that night but none of them kept my attention like the angel. As the night drew to a close I thought more and more of this angel I had seen. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I never even realized that the bar was closing. Holy shit I had been at the bar for hours. I had closed bars before but never a strip club. I hurriedly started to drink my beer, now semi warm and kinda gross, when the barhand offered me a fresh one. I accepted gladly. He asked if I would like to chat a bit after he was done, I said sure and walked to a table to wait for him. He walked toward the table, I was taken by him. I had missed so many of his features while he was behind the bar. He was tall; probably about 6' or so, and had shoulder length brown hair. His body was well defined and nicely tanned. He extended his hand as he approached my table. " Hi, I am Mark, Nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you as well, my name is Lisa" He sat down and started talking about not seeing me in there before and simple chatter. I commented on the angel I had seen dance. He said she was married and had a child, and also mentioned that it was his sister. I almost died right there on the spot. I was so embarrassed, I didn't know what to say or how to react. It was almost like he could sense my uneasiness because he reached for my hand and said she was his half sister and not to worry about it. All I could muster was a tiny smile. I don't know what it was but the touch of his hand was sending quivers through my body. He seemed so gentle, so caring, and very interested in me. We talked for what seemed to be forever. Small chit chat that new friends make. We talked about ourselves a little, the bar, and likes and dislikes. So it came to no surprise when Mark asked me to go out tomorrow for dinner. I accepted happily. I liked him and there was a strange chemistry pulling us closer. It was 5:30 the next evening when I met Mark at the club. He was dressed very nicely, and for a split second I thought I would be under dressed. He told me not to worry about it cuz I looked great in whatever I wore. I was grateful for the compliment and thanked him with a peck on the cheek. We went to one of the best restaurants in town, It was a good ol fashioned pizza place. I thought it was great. I watched the man behind the counter throwing dough and special making our pizza. Mark did the ordering, he got everything on it except the little fishes....LOL.... As we sat and ate we talked more about our lives. It was at dinner when I got the biggest shock of my life, Mark asked if I would like to be his girl. I was stunned, after all I had just met him, yet I heard myself saying yes almost automatically. He smiled and tenderly kissed my hand. I kept thinking I got a real romantic.. how nice... We finished our meal and Mark asked if I minded going back to the club so that he could get his schedule. I said no and we were off. He had this beat up old chevy truck, the blue paint was peeling and the back window was broken, but I thought it was great. I was so taken by him and it never occurred to me until later that I was a fool for him. After we got the club, Mark bought me a drink and went into the back to see his boss. He later came back out and sat down with me. I watched the ladies dance a bit but I was more interested in him. Everything about him intrigued me. I wanted to know all there was to know about this guy. I needed to know. The more I learned about my new man the more I wanted to get closer to him, I wanted to be closer than anyone before. Mark and I dated for the next two months, and we were getting serious indeed. I had asked for his help to find me a job. He told me that "I never needed to work now that I was his girl, " Yet after seeing the expression on my face he smiled and said " You could always dance at the club" I chuckled " No way, I got more flesh than any of those guys would ever want to see" He took hold of my waist and pulled me close, As he looked deep into my eyes he said " I would love to see all that you have sweetheart." He kissed my deeply and I knew he was mine. I had a spell of some kind on him, the same spell that he had on me, It was hard to not rape him right there. He was so sexy and so serious when he talked to me. He was breathing heavy when he pulled away. " I had better take you home before I can't." Mark said I just looking at him and nodded my head in agreeance. I wanted him to take me, but home was not what I had in mind, I wanted him. I wanted to take our passion to a new level. I wanted more than I had now. I sat close to him as we drove to my uncle Tom's place. I was teasing him with my hand. Slowly running it up and down his thigh. A little higher each time. I could see his cock outlined in his tight shorts. It seemed as if his hardness would rip through them at any minute. He glanced at me and smiled "See what you do to me baby, you make me all excited and leave me to tend to myself after I drop you off." " Well you know I like the idea of you being excited from me..." That was all I had to say and he was squirming in his seat, he looked so uncomfortable I knew I had to help him out. I slowly eased onto the floor of his truck and undid his button on his shorts. I revealed a little patch of hair and his hard cock screaming for attention. He was a full 6 inches and hard as could be. I just took his hard cock into my hand and looked at it for a few moments, then I flicked my tongue across the head. I thought for sure Mark was going to fly thru the roof. His body tensed as droplets of pre cum oozed from his tip. I licked them away greedily, savoring his salty taste. I cupped his now tightened balls with my hand, massaging them gently. He moaned with pleasure. I took his purple head into my mouth, flicking my tongue across it several times as I did. He tightened his grip on the wheel and I could sense that his cock was almost to the edge. I gulped that cock down like I would never have one again. I crammed it into my open mouth and sucked him; up and down his shaft. faster and more intense with each motion. I gripped his cock hard wanting to save his spunk for later, but my tight grips only seemed to intensify his need for release. He jerked and moaned as he shot his spunk into my waiting mouth. I gobbled his seed, making sure not to miss a drop. I licked his sensitive head, making him grab the back of my head and pulling my hair. I liked the feel and teased his cock head even more. He grabbed my hair and yanked it hard letting me know that he had enough of my teasing. He rammed my mouth back down onto his growing cock. I sucked him hard and fast making his body jolt from the feel. He ground his pubs into my face as I sucked, making me take him deeper and deeper into my mouth. His body twitched hard as his balls unloaded their man milk one more time. I drank him all and milked him for more. I was a cum slut for sure and he knew it. I sat up and licked my lips clean. After planting a deep kiss onto his lips I sat back and waited for him to say something. He sat there; his flaccid cock still hanging out if his pants. He looked at me with more lust then I had ever seen at the time. " Honey that was super, I never knew a woman could suck cock like that." I just smiled and sat back basking in my superb suck job. As we turned onto the main road to Uncle Tom's house, Mark reluctantly tucked his cock back into his pants. " Lisa, I really enjoyed that but I wish I could make love to you the right way." "Not to worry sexy, you will very soon." As we pulled into the driveway I tenderly planted a hard kiss on his lips, and walked into the house. Mark called as soon as he got home and talked about making love to me, He talked of passion and love making all night long. I was so excited and begged him to come get me so we could go somewhere alone. He said he had to work, Hell I had forgot all about him working or my finding a job for the fact. I was damn horny and I needed his hard cock. I needed to feel him inside me. I hung up with Mark and went to get a shower. I dressed in my most slutty outfit I had, and called a cab. I got to the club and walked to the bar. " Hey stud, I want a beer in a frosted mug." Mark started to complain about a frosted mug and what kind of place it was when he looked up and saw me standing there. His expression was all I had to see to tell he liked the outfit I was wearing. I looked like some biker whore decked out in leather and lace, I was ripe for the picking and the wetness between my legs was telling me it needed to be soon. It seemed like it was all Mark could do to pay attention to his job. He kept asking me if there was anything else I needed. Being the slut that I am I would only mouth the words "your cock." This only seemed to turn Mark on all the more, I caught a glimpse of him walking by, his cock was well defined and I could tell my little actions were getting to him. Little did he know the more I teased, the more intense the ache in my pussy got. I couldn't wait till closing time. I had never seen Mark clean that bar so fast. He moved like lightening. He wisked around me knowing that when he was done working at the bar that he had work to do on me. I teased even more as he cleaned, I propped my leg up onto the table giving him a eyeful of my fat shaven pussy. I wanted him to see what he would be sampling. He gazed at my open legs and my inviting hot box. I thought for sure he was going to fuck me right there on the spot. He licked his lips hard and prying his eyes from me and my wet crotch, he went back to work. He finished in no time. Grabbing my arm and raking me from my seat he practically sprinted to the doors. He locked up and chased me to the truck. I was having hard time running from him in heels, I always have hated those damn things. Finally he caught up to me and pinned my against the truck. " So my little whore wants daddy to fuck her hot pussy." He said with a sly grin. "Come on stud, give me all you got." We got into the truck and started down the road. I went for his cock but he pushed me away. I was kinda confused and hurt. He just smiled and told me to be patient, I could have that cock all night long but I had to wait till we got to his place. My mind was racing "His place..... I had never been inside his place......" I was even more excited now, I was going to get my pussy pleased in his bed and in his place..... He could sense my need, as he drove. He pinched my nipples thru their little covering, he teased my steamy snatch with his finger, running it slowing along my slit. I felt as if I would gush right there. It seemed like it was taking forever for us to make it to his place, but finally we pulled in under the tree in his front yard. He told me to sit still as he shut off the truck and climbed out. Walking around the truck he opened my door and scooped me out of the seat. His arms so powerful, his breath so hot against my clammy skin. I needed release and I needed it now.... He then kicked open the front door and walked me inside. For a divorced man his place was immaculate. Hell his place was cleaner than uncle Tom's, and his wife cleaned everyday. I looked around. It was almost like he had planned to bring me here. He had silk sheets on the bed and candles sitting all around just waiting to be lit. It was like something you would expect on your honeymoon or something. He set me down and put on some soft music, then walked to the fridge and got out a bottle of wine. Everything seemed like a dream, I mean nobody was this great. I was in heaven and my pussy burned as if I was in hell. I needed my heat quenched. Mark poured us each some wine and placed the half empty bottle along with our glasses on the nightstand next to his bed. He leaned over and lit three candles then turned his attention back to me. He tenderly kissed my neck. Working his way down my chest, spending a short time on each nipple. Nibbling a little then biting me hard. "Ouch, What the hell did ya do that for?" I exclaimed "I'm sorry honey, I will not hurt you again." I put the twinge of pain out of my mind and relaxed once more to enjoy his touches. He told me to lay on my belly, he had a surprise for me. I did as he said but was feeling a bit uneasy about doing so. I wanted to please him and I needed pleased, and I wasn't gonna fuck it up just because he accidentally nibbled a little hard. I eased onto my belly letting my big ass flapping in the wind. WHACK!! A hard slap connected with my ass. It burned and sent a twinge of pain through my whole body and I liked it. Mark kissed the spot he had just cracked, It was so tender... Maybe he was trying to ease the pain.. WHACK!!! another hard blow to my bottom.... Tears fell from my eyes as my ass began thobbing. My ass was now on fire. I didn't know what to do or how I was feeling. My arousal had been turned into something else, I was no longer horny as hell, I was now wondering what the hell I had gotten myself into and who this man was. He was not the same man I was falling in love with... Or was he?? My Master Ch. 2 I lay there as still as I could. My mind roaming wildly. I was scared, but not scared enough to run. Mark loved me; he would never do anything to hurt me. WHAMMM!!! Another solid hit to my already cherry red bottom. Then a kiss, soft and gentle. He teasingly licked along my crack. He then pried my ass cheeks apart to gaze at my puckered hole. Tapping it lightly with his finger.. I was soaring, my cunt was once again on fire and my ass was begging to be fucked. I withered and moaned with desire. " I am your Master now, and you will enjoy all I do to you." He said in a stern yet loving voice. "But... I don't......" My sentence cut off by another powerful whack to my fleshy backside. I was sobbing like a small child who had just been grounded. I felt like such a small child beneath his power. I was unsure of my feelings and having never been controled, I just lay there, My head swimming with thoughts. "Oh, my precious, I will reward you for pleasing me well, and you will learn as time passes what I will tolerate and what will be grounds for severe punishment." I couldn't move. I tried to speak but no words came out. I felt his breath against my back. I glanced back to see what he was doing, only to have my face met with a rough shove forward. All I knew was he was kneeling, and naked. Rubbing his hands slowly up my back and around to my pert nipples. My pussy seemed to scream for attention, I could feel my wetness slicken my inner thighs. He ran his finger along my swollen slit, flicking it across my love button every once in a while, I knew he felt my wetness too. He was taking me to heights I had never felt until now. He was making me enjoy him. A light lick of my ass bud sent me into a wave of orgasmic bliss. My puss spilling it's juice unto the bed. I moaned and bucked back against his face. He grabbed my cunt hard, pinching my clit as he did. I was totally lost in his power and he knew it. Rolling me over onto my back once more he smiled at me. Planting a tender kiss on my brow as he gazed deep into my eyes. His raw lust glaring back at me. THUD! he smacked my pussy with his hardness. I loved the twinge he was causing. I could see his face so full of desire, so needy of totally pleasure. " Mark, I want you to fuck me." I stammered. Smack.. A gentle hit to my mouth. "I told you I am your Master now and you will call me as such" " Yes....Y-Y-es Maaaa--- .... Yes Master." I couldn't believe I was saying this shit to him. I was not the kind of woman to be slave to anyone. I was a bitch with a bad ass attitude, not some little toy. I started to feel my anger build inside of me. I was finding it hard to control my urge to punch him right in the mouth. Then he kissed me. A long deep tongue entwined kiss, I was his once again. I was like jello on a hot day. What the hell was this hold he had on me, Why was I allowing him to degrade me like this? My master was teasing me. He was playing with my nipples, but I was told I wasn't allowed to touch him at all, He was in total control. I had to touch and feel and play. I just had to. It seemed like my hand no sooner touched his hard cock and it was placed back where it was originally. I was horny and I wanted some action. "Fuck me Mark.... I mean Master" I figured if I played his silly game that he would give in and give me that hard cock I had been yearning for all day. Little did I know that the game had just begun, and I was the star player. "Don't move, I will return in a minute with something for you." My masterwhispered into my ear. I was not ready to move yet, My cunt still ached and I was still needing him inside me. He told me to close my eyes. I did as he asked. A silky thing was being tied around my head forming a tight blindfold. I tried opening my eyes.... nothing, no light only little starbursts which were of my eye's own making. I felt his strong hands gripping my wrists. I remember thinking Oh My God, He is tying my up, as the rough restraints tightened around my wrists. He tied my ankles in the same fashion. Terror shot through my nakedness. Then my master spoke. " Dear sweet mistress of mine.... you will enjoy what I do and you will beg me for more when I am through" I couldn't speak, I opened my mouth but no words came. I felt something soft running along my inner thighs. Something soft indeed. It's soft feathery like texture sent my body into deep spasms as he continued to run it along my inner thighs, working his way to my feverish mound. I was bucking my fleshy body up and down on the bed. The straps that imprisoned me became tighter as I moved. The soft thing touched my wet slit just enough to feel. It sent me into a awesome orgasm. My body shook as my pussy released it's juices. I felt like someone had drained the energy from me as the hot liquid flowed from the steamy place between my legs. My flushed skin shuttered as a cool breeze blew across my body. It was only then that I realized my master was no longer on the bed with me, I had never felt him move. As I lay there, I listened intently, trying to figure out where my master had gone, What he was doing, and how I would get out of these straps without breaking my wrists. I could feel my own sex juice running down between my chubby ass cheeks, I giggled at the feel. It was then I heard a faint sound. My master was coming back to me. As I lay in my blinded state, I listen harder. I heard glasses clanking, ice, liquid being poured. He knelt beside the bed and removed my blindfold. Kissing me tenderly as he did. I opened my mouth to speak but his sour look told me to stay quiet. My lips were met with the sweet taste of red wine, he drizzled it into my mouth, much like a mother bird feeds her young. I jutted my tongue out trying to catch all that he was giving me. My parched lips tingled as the sweetness hit them. I licked them quickly, not wanting to waste a single drop. It seemed like he only allowed a few drops to touch my lips before setting the glass back down. He reached, grabbing the silky cloth once more. I sighed as he again tied the material around my head, cutting off my light supply. Again my senses went wild as I trying to figure out what he was doing. The cold hit me, I jerked causing the straps to cut into my wrists and ankles. Teasing my hot flesh with this coldness. My nipples poked into the air as if they were being pulled. He ran the coldness along them, god were they sensitive. My heart stopped a beat as he let a cool drop fall onto my cleavage. My hot flesh steamed as it hit, cold and quenching to my hot mound. He lay the piece on my love button. It was freezing, the cold liquid warmed ,as it ran down the length of my fiery slit, coming to rest just inside my love canal. I exploded with pleasure. My pussy was contracting, pulling the now warm water deep inside, mixing it with my juices. "Master..... Please.........." My master chuckled and said "You will be silent and enjoy your pleasure and pain my sweet" I was enjoying it, I enjoyed all that he was doing but my insides were screaming for his manhood. I needed to feel it deep inside me. He tenderly planted a passionate kiss on my lips. His breath moved down on my body. Slowly and teasingly. I felt my lover's breath heating my slit, his face was at my steamy pussy. Oh god.... he was going to eat my pussy. I felt his tongue flick across my swollen lips, resting on my erect love button. He nibbled softly on it making my pussy jump with excitement and anticipation. He slowly eased two fingers deep into my steamy snatch. My hot love cave reacted almost immediately to his fingers sucking them in to the fullest. My hips bucked up almost out of instinct to meet his fingers. Deeper and faster he slid in and out of me. I could feel my urgency build again. I knew I needed release, I knew it needed to be soon. I felt him move... knowing he would enter me soon, my body burned with desire. He got up and I heard him walking from me. My heart sunk and I was devastated.... I felt like he was abandoning me and my wet needy pussy. I could feel tears build but none fell due to the tightness of the cover over my eyes. I felt alone and unloved. I awoke to a sweet smell of cherry and lavender. I hadn't realized I had fallen asleep. I wondered where my master was. My legs and arms ached from my restraints. I couldn't believe I was in this mess. I doubted all the feelings I once had for this man, the man I now called master. Where is my master anyway? A long silence filled the room, I could hear myself breathing. My forehead started to bead with sweat. I was hot and my body felt flushed. I wanted to get up. I had to stretch and I had to pee. The hot liquid pierced my body, cooling quickly and crusting over. Another drop hit me, I cried out in pain, My skin burned "Please don't hurt me anymore...." "Relax you bitch and feel the painful pleasure I can provide you." I tried to relax but with each new fiery drop I tensed more and more. My tits felt as if they would explode if the firey water hit my flesh again. Drop.... Drop..... more hit me, I winced and took the pain. My body tingled all over as he tenderly planned where the next drop would fall. My nipples were on fire and I could tell he was working his way down my body with his firey water. A drop hit my belly, I heaved with pain. It hurt so bad, it burned my skin, yet it sent my pussy aflame. I was so wanton and sluty feeling. "Fuck me Master, Fuck me Hard" He said not a word but continued dropping his hot fire onto my flesh. I felt him move but I said nothing. My body was tingling all over, I was afraid to move, afraid to speak. I lay there almost catatonic. My master was peeling the crusty substance from my body. He brushed me off lightly after he had gotten it off. I felt him move again, hearing him walking away from me Silence again... My Master Ch. 3 I lay in the silence for what seemed to be forever, I then realized I heard water running. My anger took control of my body "You fucker, you have to untie me!" I listened intently. The water had stopped. I heard him chuckle. This only enraged me more. I bucked up and down, pulling hard on my straps. I was pissed and had every intention of getting free from here. The straps cut deeply into my wrists and ankles. My flesh under them burned, I could tell I was rubbing them raw. I didn't care I needed to get away. I needed to be in control of my own body. God I had to pee. I froze when I heard him walking toward the room again. I knew he could tell I was fighting his wishes, by the sigh he left out. "Trust me, I will take care of you" His voice sounded so sincere, so loving. He was nothing he appeared to be. I couldn't say a word but I wanted to scream at him for making me do these things, for making me enjoy those awful things he was doing. I felt my sexual urges build as he slowly ran his hands along my trembling body. "You shouldn't have fought me my sweet, now you have to be punished." He undid my blindfold, It took quite some time for my eyes to readjust to the light that filed the room. I spat at him. He smacked my mouth hard. He slowly untied the straps that bond my wrists. I winced in pain as the cool air hit my open wounds. He leaned and kissed me tenderly on the lips. "You wouldn't have that pain if you would've listened to your master." My throat burned and I had a hard time catching my breath. What the hell was this power he had over me... He undid the straps around my ankles. Again I winced in pain as the cool air hit my flesh burns. I started crying uncontrollably. I tried to stop but the more I tried, the more tears fell. I felt like such a child as he towered over me. He slowly eased his hands under my weak body, Picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom. He slowly eased me into the tempid water. My flesh burning as the water hit my open wounds. "Ouch, Fuck that hurts.." Again I sobbed, the pain was unreal and I hoped that I would wake from this terrible nightmare soon. He kissed me on the forehead then again on the lips. He was being so sweet and caring. He gently washed my aching body, tender and gentle like a mother washes a newborn infant. My body started to ease down farther in the water, the tensions seemed to drain from my body. My wrists and ankles were still burning as he finished bathing me. I almost went into shock when he turned the shower spray onto me. The water was warmer that what I was sitting in but it still made my heart race. He stood me up, bracing me so I would not fall. "Get your footing my lover, I want to finish washing you and I can't wash you and hold onto you at the same time" I don't know if it was fear or instinct that brought reality to me but I did as he said. I stood with my legs slightly apart. He stripped and climbed into the shower behind me. His tall slender body rubbed against me, I was putty in his hands once again. WHACK!!! He smacked my wet bare ass. "That was for fighting back while restrained" I stood there and bit my lip fighting back tears and harsh words. I knew I couldn't take any more abuse and I didn't want our relationship to be this way. He washed my back, and my hair, then rinsed me clean. I stood and watched as he washed his own body. I tried to wash it for him but my hand was smacked away as soon as I started. My mind raced endlessly as I watched in silence. Why was I here, What did I want, Why was he like this?? I still had no answers when he leaned down and shut the water off. He seemed to be thankful I was obeying him. I stepped from the shower only to have my wet bare ass smacked again. The sting seemed to linger forever. He sat me down hard on the toilet, drying every inch of my body. Opening the cabinet above the sink he grabbed a tube and some bandages. He tenderly dressed my wounds. Kissing me in between each one. God I had never known he could be so different. It was like he had two totally different people inside him. I wanted the gentle, loving one. But I still had another part yearning for the mean, controlling one also. It was new to me and it made my pussy quiver at the thought of him being my master. He finished dressing my wrists and ankles, then stood me up, covered me with his robe and lead me to the kitchen. "You must be starved beautiful, I know I am." I simply nodded my head. I was hungry but my aching body and burning sensations remained a constant reminder that I should leave. I just couldn't... I watched as my master cooked for me, taking special time to prepare everything right. It was almost an hour later when we actually sat down to eat. I picked a little at the meal in front of me. I was starving but the smell and previous events made my belly do flip flops. "What is wrong my sweet lover, is it not good?" He asked with a smile on his face "No Master, It is fine I guess I am just not very hungry." I had said it so meekly I was unsure if he had even heard me at all until he spoke "My sweet dear Lisa, I love you and you may call me Mark for the remainder of our meal." I nodded, all the while thinking I met yet another asshole. Yet this one was still somehow different. I needed him for some reason. I was drawn to him. What the hell was wrong with me. When we finished eating and I asked Mark if he could take me home. He told me no that he had more planned for me this evening. I whimpered at his statement, I didn't know if I could handle anymore of what he had to give. He smiled and chuckled, almost as if he had read my mind. "Not to worry my sweetest, I will not hurt you anymore tonight, I merely did that to show you who the master of this house is." "But Mark, I don't live here." "You do now, We will go pick up your things tomorrow, your uncle will not think anything out of the ordinary, after all people around here move in together after the first date.." He said laughing a deep hearty laugh. I just sat at the table and watched him clear it and put the dishes in the dishwasher. God I loved how he moved, his body seemed to sway as he walked. I really like him but I don't like this shit he does. I am not going to be a slave for his sexual whims. Damn it I was a strong woman; I deserved better than that. He finished his task at hand and walked to my side. Taking me by the hand he lead me into the living room, and onto a huge rug laid out in front of his gas fireplace. It was a beautiful setting, like the most romantic movie set. I started thinking maybe he was right maybe he was just doing it to show his authority here. Maybe he was not like that at all. After all he seemed so gentle and kind, he couldn't possibly be that hard, mean and cruel to someone he was suppose to love. Could he? I lay gazing at the fire, when Mark walked up behind me and offered me a glass of wine. I glady accepted it. I thought if nothing else it would help me to forget about the day's events. I was dead wrong. I gulped down my first glass and asked Mark to get me another. He told me to slow down but I didn't want to listen. I didn't feel the effects of the second drink till I got up to go pee. I wobbled and stumbled into the bathroom. It took all that I had in me to keep from throwing up. I realized that not eating might not have been the best idea and I decided to raid Mark's fridge. I rummaged through the fridge hoping something would appeal to me. Nothing even sounded good at this point. I bent over into the crisper drawer and pulled out some lunchmeat. Just as I was about to stand WHACK!!! Mark's hand connected with my round ass, sending chills through me. "I'm sorry Mark, I was a little hungry and ........" "Honey don't worry about it this is your house now too, besides I just enjoy getting you going that way." He was chuckling as he poured himself another drink and walked back into the living room. What did he mean getting me going that way, and what the hell was so funny.... I didn't find anything funny about this situation. It was strange and perverted but yet I was drawn to it like a magnet. BUT WHY? My Master Ch. 4 I put the lunchmeat away and poured another drink. I grabbed a handful of crackers from the counter and munched them down as I slowly made my way back into the living room. Mark looked up at me as I walked into the room. "God, you are so beautiful, but you really should do something about your eyes" I knew immediately what he was talking about. I too had noticed dark bags under my eyes, my guess was they came from a combination of no sleep and way to much crying. Mark then motioned for me to sit down next to him. I was half afraid to sit next to him for fear of what he might try next, but I knew I cared for this man and I would have to take that chance. I sat next to him, trying to position myself so that my ass was a little off the floor, It still burned like crazy from the whacks I had gotten earlier. Mark just looked at me and smiled. His eyes fixed on mine and we shared a stare which was very intense. He leaned forward and planted a soft sensuous kiss on my lips, our tongues soon exploring each others mouths. His breathing quickened and a shot of fear raised into me. I didn't know what to expect. Nothing could have prepared me for his actions. He slowly lay me down on the rug. He kissed my body inch by inch as he undid my robe. His soft caresses melted my fears away. He whispered that he was glad I decided to live with him and that he would make me happy and always satisfied. I knew in my heart he meant it. He grasp my mound with such gentle care and explored it completely with his tongue. I was moaning with desire. He didn't pull away when I touched him, he let me stroke his massive erection. I was loving it. I knew by his grunts and moans that his balls were filling and he would cum soon. I didn't want to waste it so I quickly guided his hard member into my slick love cave. He thrust into me so slow and easy, I exploded onto his hard cock the minute he was fully inserted. God he felt so good inside of me. I loved it. He groaned as if he was in pain and I knew he was cumming. I felt his hot liquid fill my insides, he pumped once more and collapsed on top of me. We lay entangled for a long time before he started to move. "I want it to be like that all the time." I whispered softly in his ear. " I know you would and I would enjoy making love to you like that; but not all the time." With that Mark chuckled and walked into the bathroom. I was basking in the after glow of what happened. It was wonderful compared to the little torture game he was playing earlier that day. I was so happy I never saw him come out of the bathroom. I awoke to my mouth being open wide only to be crammed full of fabric. I had no idea what was going on. I kicked and swung my arms but he was quicker that me. He grabbed me hard and forced me to lay still. His own body pressing down against mine. The gag he had put into my mouth was to keep me quiet while he spoke. I was going to listen to his instructions carefully and follow them to a T. "You will go out tomorrow and buy a sexy outfit for yourself, one that shows off your fuller figure well. Something low cut, I want to be able to lick your cleavage whenever I feel the need. I stared at his eyes, which now seemed to turn a bitter gray. I understood what he wanted and nodded my head. He removed the gag and told me that if I tried to run I would pay for it in the end. 'But my master I wouldn't run from you, I care for you and I want to be here with you." "GOOD GIRL!!" He sat me up once more, only to push me back down, making me feel his power. He told me that if I lay still he would save me the pain of tying my hands and ankles again. I smiled gratefully. I knew the pain they were causing now and the additional rubbing of the straps wouldn't help me one bit. He kissed his way down my belly and rested his lips on my mound. Then out of the blue he bit hold and wouldn't let go. I squeezed my thighs tightly together making him gasp for air and releasing his teeth from my flesh. "You fucking slut, you will not fight my giving anymore, or I will have no pity on you and tie your ass so tight to the bed that you will not be able to move at all." He hissed My body trembled beneath him, I was scared as hell and more horny than ever. My master moved from between my legs, and walked away leaving me to think of what I had done so wrong. He was back in a little while, shaking me as if I were a rag doll. "You will obey me now won't you bitch?" "Yes, Master I will obey you totally" "Good, my little bitch is learning well, maybe I can reward you for that sometime." He chuckled and once more walked away. I dozed into a beautiful dream, where nobody ever hit you or make you feel like a nothing, I was back at my favorite spot with my best friend, Jim. We were laughing and having a good time. I was awoke from my dreamy bliss, his cock was being shoved into my face. "Suck me bitch... Suck your master's cock off." I reluctantly took his hardness into my mouth. I loved to suck cock but I wouldn't allow him to get too much pleasure from me. My mouth went to work but my mind was elsewhere. I visioned sitting on the beach with my friend Jim, sipping drinks and talking about old times and old flings. I was having such a good time with him I never realized that my master had stopped fucking into my mouth to stop and watch me dream. I was far away from master and far away from anyone who would hurt me. Smack!!! A hard hit to the side of the face, Smack!!! another.... Tears welled in my eyes as I glanced up at my master his fading cock still in my mouth. I knew I was wrong for not paying attention to master and for letting my thoughts run away from me. He rammed his cock back into my mouth, I could feel him hardening within it. I would suck him good and he would go away. I sucked and sucked with all my might, I was like a cock sucking beast. He humped my face hard. I could taste blood. I didn't know if I was bleeding or if maybe I had caught him with a tooth. More traces of blood as I sucked. It was then that I knew it was my mouth that was bleeding. That fucker had busted my mouth open. I clamped my mouth down hard around his cock, almost biting him. He grunted and tensed as his cock unloaded his cream deep into my throat. He looked at me and smiled "I knew my little whore would suck my cum out, I knew you were a cum slut the first time I pumped my jizz into your hot mouth." I watched him as he walked away. I couldn't move. My body felt as if it was frozen to the bed. I felt like a cheap whore would after giving a $5 blowjob. I had just started to move when I heard the front door slam and his truck speed away from the house. I sighed deeply. Relieved that he was gone and still frightened to move far. I inched my way to the edge of the bed and dangled my feet down. My head was pounding and my face felt as if it had torn to shreds by vicious dogs. I hurt everywhere. I held onto the bed as I stood up to keep my legs from buckling beneath me. The cool air hit my flesh wounds once again, only from a new angle this time. I moaned in agony. After gaining composure I slowly made my way to the bathroom and flicked on the light. The florescent lights seemed to burn my eyes. I was afraid to move to fast for fear that I might fall flat on my face. I grabbed for the wall to hold my balance, It was no use I felt the room darken around me, down I went crashing to the floor. My Master Ch. 5 With my eyes barely open, I breathed deep. The coolness of the bathroom floor felt great against my flushed skin. My body felt as if I had been on a straight two week drinking binge. I eased myself into a sitting position. Damn it my head was killing me. I could feel the swelling in my face, and I could still detect a faint taste of blood. Raising up from the floor, I grabbed the sink to help gain leverage. It was no good. My legs felt as if they were tied to the floor with thousand pounds weights. My stomach hurt. I knew I had to clean myself up. I shuffled my heavy feet toward the sink a little at a time, not wanting to rush myself into another collapse. I peered into the mirror. I looked at if I had aged 30 years that day. My hair was a terrible rats nest. My mouth was bloody and swelled. I looked like hell and I felt like it too. I sat down on the toilet, my mind wandering. I thought of all the funny times I had spent with Jim, just being myself. I knew I enjoyed his company. God I am glad he couldn't see me like this, he would never let me live it down. I missed him. I turned the knobs on the shower letting the water warm beat on the cold white porcelain. I remember Mark telling me that I was to get clothes today, so that is what I would do I guess. I almost fell getting into the shower. It was only a little step into it but to me it felt like a huge mountain I was climbing over. My leg slipped and I could feel my pussy gape, as my legs spread wide. The water was only slightly warm as I turned my back to it. I reached down to turn on more hot water, As I did, the spray from the shower hit my face. "Fuck........ " It felt as if someone had thrown acid into my face the way it burned. It burned more and more as the dried blood was being washed away. I stood and sobbed as I watched my own blood running down and away from my body. I had never remembered being this beat up before, I felt like I lost my biggest battle of my life. In a way I knew I had. I shaved my already bruising legs. I hated the fact that I bruised so easy, I still do. I couldn't believe I ached so bad. I decided that perhaps a bath would be better. I flicked the knob causing the tub drain to close, as I stood letting the shower still beat against my battered body. When the tub was almost half full I shut off the water and eased down into the tub. I had been painfully aware of my strap burns as the water crept into them. How could I be so stupid, I knew better than to resist the restraints, I knew what they would be... God I felt so stupid. I heard laughing. My body froze as I listened. I heard only silence. I was cracking up. I knew I heard it but from where. It was then I realized I was hearing the laughing in my head. People were laughing at me in my head. I was there laughing at myself too. Christ! How could I be so dumb, how could I let this maniac treat me this way? I sighed deeply as I washed my flesh. I knew I was going to have to do something to stop this pain and humiliation. It was up to me, but when and how could I do it? I cleansed every inch of my body. I finally felt clean. I knew I was not wrong for his actions yet I felt sorry for him. I felt sorry that he felt he needed to act this way to keep me. I stepped from the shower and dried my body the best I could without falling over. My head was still spinning, and my flesh wounds burned as if they were on fire. I brushed through my hair untangling it as I went. I had to make myself feel better even if it was only for a split second. I gazed at my face, it was already turning black and blue. It hurt like hell and I know I would have to use lots of makeup to cover it. I fumbled my way through my makeup that I had in my purse, thank god I had some foundation. I lightened the marks as best I could and put on a little blush, taking care to blend it into my swollen redness. I knew that lipstick would only bring out the split along my mouth and I opted to leave it off. With a towel wrapped around my torso, I walked to the kitchen and started making a pot of coffee. I sat down at the end of the table and gazed deeply at nothing. I vaguely heard the coffee pot suck it's last bit of water into the basket to perk. I walked to the cupboards and opened one, then another till I found a coffee cup. Pouring myself a cup and putting sugar and creamer into it, I walked back to the table and sat down. My mind was a fury of thoughts and feelings. I was almost numb as I relived the previous evening and today's events. I was under his power, I had given in to his every wish, I was his, and he was my master. I felt my blood run cold as I thought of my stupidity. I sipped my coffee again bringing my thoughts to much more happy times, much more happy places. I saw him standing there across the way, his blue eyes sparkled as he looked at me. God I actually loved him, I wanted to be with him, I needed him. The front door slamming brought me painfully back to reality. I knew Mark was back and his heavy footsteps caused my heart to skip a beat and goose bumps to form on my arms. "Well my lover, I see you have gotten up and finally taken a little time on yourself" His tone was so mean and degrading. I simply nodded and turned my attention back to my coffee. He walked around the table and grabbed a cup from the counter. He filled it and sat down beside me. I didn't want him beside me, I didn't want him anywhere near me. His sexy smile made me want to puke. I was in no mood for him or his shit. " I told you Lisa, You will go buy a sexy slutty outfit for me today, and I will enjoy watching you model it for me tonight, Understood?" I gave him a weak smile and went to stand. He quickly pulled my arm planting me back to my original position. I shook with fear. "I got your clothes from your uncle's place this morning and you may change and go shopping whenever you are ready." He smiled and walked into the living room. Who the hell felt like going shopping... Why the hell did he want me to look sexy when I looked like shit. I sat and nursed another cup of coffee as I thought of my escape plan. Then I remembered his warnings. I knew deep down that if I did try to run he would find me. I knew even though my uncle Tom would protect me, he couldn't protect me from him forever. God I wanted to go home, back to Pa, back to Jim and all our happy days. I cried; Sobbing hard and hurtful bursts. My eyes felt as if someone had given me two black eyes. They were swelled badly when I looked up to see my master standing above me. "You will clean yourself up and go shopping for something sexy. NOW!!!" I moved quickly, trying not to lose my balance as I walked to the bathroom. Splashing cold water onto my face and gazing into the mirror, I did look like shit. I knew I had to make myself presentable so that I could go shopping for my master. He walked in and stood behind me. Wrapping him strong arms around my waist, he smiled and looked at our reflection. "We do make a good pair don't we?" All I could do is nod. My eyes hurt and I wanted to sleep. He seemed to know everything I was thinking. He leaned over a bit and kissed me tenderly on the neck. His touches felt great. I was lost in his touches, and didn't even realize that he had removed my towel. Standing there in the buff, I gazed at my battered self in the mirror. I was black and blue, my body still welted and red from his pleasures. He had this awesome power over me, and whenever he was around that same power overtook my better judgment. I needed a shrink or something, I was ill, and he was even more sick that I was. He actually enjoyed causing pain from his so called pleasures. I wondered if I would ever understand how someone who loves you can cause pain and call it pleasure. I dressed quickly and blended my makeup to hide the bruises on my face. I brushed my hair and walked out of the bathroom. " You look much better, my sweet." "Thanks, I feel a little better too." I lied. He stood and walked toward me. I trembled with fear as well as excitement. Digging into his jeans pockets, he pulled a wad of cash from deep inside. After handing me a few bills he gave me a peck on the cheek and walked away. "Remember Lisa, you are to buy something sexy and sleazy, I want to see cleavage and I want to see alot of it." I nodded to show my understanding and reached for my purse. He grabbed my arm hard, twisting the already tender flesh as he did. "You will come back to me, and If you run I will hunt you down like you hunt a wild animal." My voice crackled as I spoke "Yes Master, I will buy something sexy, sleazy and just for you, and I will be back in a little bit." He kissed me hard on the lips. My body seemed so weak and my senses where so out of control. I stepped out onto the porch and breathed deep. I walked to the truck and climbing into the drivers' seat. My body shook as the engine turned over. I fought my natural instinct to flee as fast as I could. I knew I couldn't, or he would find me and the beating would be more severe than any before. I drove to the shopping center, which was almost 45 minutes away. I parked, and sat there. My mind was telling me to hurry up but my body was telling me to enjoy this small bit of peace and relaxation. I slowly eased my achy body out of the truck and walked into the store. I almost immediately went to the intimates department. I knew I needed something racy and wild for my master. I knew it had to knock his socks off. I browsed through the racks one by one till I found a black teddy. It was lacy and had mesh covering where the tits go. I knew he would love it. I walked to the dressing room and tried it on. It fit beautifully. I knew I had to find something else to go with it, so that I could wear it out in public for my master. Walking to the dress section I again browsed the racks one by one. I settled on a tight mini skirt and a matching jacket. I thought it was perfect. I hoped he would like it too. I bought a new pair of boots to accent the outfit and walked back to the truck. My heart raced as I sat behind the wheel once more. My Master Ch. 6 Should I run? If I did would he hunt me down? Did I want to live the rest of my life in fear of him finding me? My heart continued to pound as my mind raced through tons of questions and what ifs. I was indeed scared to go back but I was more afraid to run. I reluctantly started the truck and pulled out of the parking lot. I realized that for the first time in three days I was hungry, actually famished. I pulled into the nearest fast food place. I decided that I would eat as I drove. After all I didn't want to take a super long time, that would only enrage my master more. I ordered and drove around to the window. The cashier looked at me for what seemed to be forever, It was like she was drawing a mental picture of me. I tried to smile but I couldn't make one. My head was pounding, when she leaned over and handed my meal. "You know I would leave the bastard if he marked me up like that." I thanked her and told her to have a good day. Driving down the road as I ate, I started to feel a little better. I guess I needed food in my gut more than I had thought. As I neared my turn, my now full stomach started to churn and flop. I could feel my sore muscles tense as I turned. I knew deep down that my fear would always win out to him. I pulled the truck back under the tree and climbed out. I sighed as I walked to the front door. I slowly opened the door and stepped inside. WHACK!!! I was hit to the floor. My packages lay scattered across the floor. My shoulder thumped like a bad toothache from where he hit me "You bitch, What the fuck took you so long" "I wanted....." WACK!!! He hit me across the face. I was in pain, my body as well as my pride was shattered. He grabbed me by my hair, yanking me to me feet. He pointed toward the packages laying on the floor. "Pick this shit up and get dressed bitch" I picked up all the stuff and walked my armload to the bathroom. I quickly shut the door behind me. I looked at myself in the mirror again and watched my salty endless tears stream down my face. I dressed very slowly not wanting to face him again. I knew I should hurry so that I wouldn't piss him off again with my time wasting. But the speed at which I dressed seemed to be the only speed my body would allow. Then I heard him walking outside the door. He seemed to be pacing. God I was pissing him off again. I finished dressing quickly and told him as soon as I finished putting my makeup on the I would be out. I asked him to pour me a drink and wait for me in the living room. He agreed. I heard him walking away. I again covered my bruises with my foundation and applied lipstick and mascara. I looked like shit but maybe he wouldn't notice as much as I did. I slowly opened the door. I shook uncontrollably for almost 5 minutes before I was able to regain my composure. I walked into the living room. His eyes seemed to undress me as I walked. I was modeling for him and I actually liked it. He stood up and held me close. I could tell from his bulge that he too was enjoy my little show. He grabbed me hard around the waist and pulled my into his growing groin. I was once again putty in his hands. His strong arms grasp me tight and his breath felt hot against my skin. I pushed him back down onto the couch. He glared at me, but stopped when he realized I was going to strip for him. I started to slowly removed the jacket, letting my big tits shine through the holes in my outfit. His eyes widened as I moved. He licked his lips hard as I gently tweaked my own nipples. He quickly stood grasping me and throwing me to the couch. Being shocked I didn't move. I just lay there watching him, Fear once again rose deep within me. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead as he pulled a blade from his rear pocket. My body was out of my control once again. I shook and tried to speak but nothing came from between my lips. He ran the sharp blade along my breast. I heard fabric rip as he cut it away from my body. My blood ran cold as he worked his way down, cutting my skirt along the side. My pussy tingled as he ran the cold steel along my pantied slit. RIIIPPPP!!!! my panties were off in a flash. I lay beneath him, in only my shoes and thigh high stockings. My heated skin shuttered from the cold hard steel. His eyes once again were a bitter gray. He slid his hard cock from the prison that held it tightly.. Running it along my swollen pussy lips as he ran the steel blade along my tits. I let out a blood curdling scream as the sharp blade pierced my skin. He had cut me.. I felt my skin warm beneath my own blood. Tears fell hard and fast. He smiled and licked my fresh blood from the blade. " My little whore deserves to bleed. You will learn to obey and follow simple instructions" I was confused, I didn't know what the hell he was talking about. I had done what he wanted. I lay there trying to think of what I had done wrong. What could have I done to piss him off to the point he needed to cut me. More blood dripped from the gash in my chest. He face seemed to glow with pleasure as he licked my red life juice from me. My anger began to build once again as he licked his lips clean. He was licking my blood from his lips. He was enjoying it. That fucker enjoyed making me bleed. He helped me up from the couch and walked me to the bathroom. He sat me down hard onto the edge of the tub and told me not to move. Blood still dripping from the cut made by his hands. I no longer loved this man, he had hurt me in a way that was unforgivable. He walked back into the bathroom and started running the water into the sink. He seemed genuinely concerned with me and my gash. I wanted to puke. He slowly cleaned the wound out and examined it. "Hell, you bleed alot from a little cut like that." He chuckled. It didn't feel like a little cut, I felt as if he had cut off my whole tit. He looked deep into my eyes and chuckled at my fear. God I really started to hate him. I knew I wouldn't live like this. I would not allow him to disgrace my body any longer. He would have to pay for the things he had done to me. He needed to feel the same humiliating things I had, he needed to be beat and treated like a cheap whore. He needed to feel what I was feeling. I needed a plan and I needed one quick. I had to get out of this situation. I needed to be in control my life once again. I needed out. Free from him and all his fucked up ways. I didn't deserve this shit and I was not going to stand for it any longer. I knew I had to be quick but I had to play it smart as well. He was no dummy and he wouldn't fall for some silly teenage game. I had to think hard-core. I had to think like him. I didn't know if I could think like that but I was sure gonna try. He covered my cut with a small bandage and left, walking out of the room and out the front door. I let out a sigh of relief as I heard him drive away.